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Part 1 of a 3-part series:
Koli Mother and Daughter Service the Zamindars
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Things had been difficult ever since Baba (father) was paralyzed waist down after an accident when Riddhima was just a few months old. Till then, his fishing had provided well for the family. Belonging to the Koli (fisherman) community south of Uran, Maharashtra, in a small Indian village, the town and community was relatively cut off from modern civilization, except for the very rich Zamindars (landlords). Education was primarily occupational – fishing for the men and domestic chores for the women. So, after the accident, income was drastically impacted and their Aai (mother) had to start working as a domestic maid in the mansion of the local Zamindar.
A generous man, the Zamindar had Aai on a decent salary and often sent gifts and jewelry for the daughters with Aai. As the only woman taking care of a very large mansion, Aai had to work hard and often long hours, especially if the Zamindar had parties at home. Her hard work was well rewarded and the family was able to get by relatively well.
Thanks to Baba’s meager savings, Aai’s income and generous gifts from the Zamindar, the family was able to get their eldest daughter Amruta married a couple years ago. However recently, her husband abandoned her, and she had returned to her parent’s home. The shock of the broken marriage had been too much for Aai and she had her first heart attack a couple weeks ago. The doctors had advised her against any kind of physical labor forcing her to leave her job at the Zamindar’s house. Now, with no income in the household, the future was looking bleak and the sisters decided they had to start contributing and had to find work.
At 23, Amruta was the oldest of the sisters. Like most girls in the community, she had never gone to school. She had been tasked with helping Aai take care of the house, her Baba and younger sisters from an early age.
Now 20, Madhuri, the middle sister, had shown an interest in the performing arts from early childhood, participating in plays and giving dance performances in their village and in the nearby town of Uran, where she had won many awards.
Riddhima, the youngest of the sisters had just turned 18 yesterday, but between the financial tensions and Aai’s health, no one had realized the major milestone the youngest child had achieved and the day had passed like another stressful day in the family. The pampered youngest child, Riddhima neither had the talent of Madhuri, nor had she worked much in the house making her wonder what she could do to contribute to the household.
Aai’s compromise turns into pleasure
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“Don’t argue with me Amu” Aai said to Amruta, “I said you are NOT going to go work there.”
“But why Aai?” Amruta asked.
“You don’t know what kind of people they are.” Aai said in a scolding voice, concern in her eyes.
“You have been working there for 18 years now. You always said they were good generous people. What happened now?”
Aai sat down on the mattress, her head in her hands, sobbing and looking distraught.
“Aai, bol na”, Amruta asked worried for her mother, “what’s wrong?”
“Amu, what I am going to tell you stays between us ok?” Aai said trying to compose herself and wiping her eyes. Amruta nodded, still concerned. “I had to make many compromises after Baba’s accident to make ends meet.”
“What do you mean?” Amruta asked, fearing the worst.
“I have been unfaithful to your Baba for the past 18 years. I have lived a double life Amu. While taking care of you kids and your Baba, I was having an affair with the Zamindar.”
“Kaay!!!!!!” Amruta was shocked, “what are you saying Aai?”
“They have a rule at the Zamindar’s house. The hired help works in ‘ekvastra’. Meaning, we cannot wear more than one garment while working at their house. The Zamindar has nau vari (9-yard) sarees for the women and dhotis for the men. The sarees are so thin, they don’t cover anything beta, especially when it gets hot and your sweat soaks the saree wet.”
“I had no choice. I started my work when Riddhima was just a few months old. The very first day, milk started overflowing, soaking the front of the saree. The Zamindar saw me that way and I saw his hand go into his dhoti as he started stroking himself. He watched me work like that for a while, his eyes roaming all over my barely covered body and particularly my breasts. Eventually, his lust and desire took over and he bangd me….“I don’t even know if calling it bang would be entirely true. I have to confess that seeing his massive erection in the dhoti had me turned on too. After Baba’s accident, there had been no sex between us and my hormones started to kick in. Watching the Zamindar’s lust and massive erection made me leak more from both my breasts and my pussy. Before long, there was a wet patch forming on the saree because of my wetness and my leaking body was all the invitation Zamindar saheb needed.”
“He grabbed my pallu and pulled. I was working and was taken by surprise. Before I knew what was happening, the Zamindar’s mouth was on my nipple, sucking and milking me and his hand had slipped inside my saree, caressing my pussy…
“While I protested and tried to get away from him, part of me was screaming with the eruption of bottled up sexual need. It didn’t take him much to strip off the flimsy saree, the only piece of clothing I had on me. I was completely naked and I had nowhere to run, even if I had the will and the intention of running, which I had lost, overcome by my own lust and need. He was too strong for me and had me pinned with my legs locked over his shoulders. He first sucked one nipple after the other, drinking my milk, making me totally aroused…
“Before he put his monster shaft in me, he sucked and licked my pussy, eating me and licking my overflowing juices. Your Baba had never eaten me and the sensations just made me erupt with a shattering orgasm.
Encouraged by my orgasm, he put his monster shaft in me and fucked me like the beast he is for nearly 15 minutes.
I had yet another orgasm like I’d never had, and then he exploded inside me, shooting his load in me for nearly a minute.
Your baba had neither enjoyed my body like that, nor had he ever given me orgasms like that. Even before he was done emptying his seed in me, I was yearning for more. He fucked me three more times that day, making me orgasm violently each time, and finally sent me home with enough money to treat Baba for a month.
“He would fuck me whenever he wanted, however he wanted. On his extra horny days, he would fuck me while I was doing chores. He liked to pound me doggy style while I was bent over swabbing the floor or cooking. There were days when he had his dick in me non-stop, all day and all night, fucking me repeatedly. During some of his parties, all his guests got to fuck me to their heart’s desire. There was one night when he and 10 of his friends fucked me and drank my milk all night long…
“I am ashamed that I enjoyed every moment of it and all these years of getting fucked by Zamindar. He made sure I got to thoroughly explore my sexuality and gave me some of the best sex imaginable. Thanks to the Zamindar, I had the most pleasurable sexual life possible. But that was me Amu. I can’t let him fuck you too. I can’t knowingly send my child to a monster like that.”
“Why didn’t you complain to the security officer Aai?” Amruta asked shocked at her mother’s confession.
“Why?” Aai replied, “How was I going to take care of the three of you and Baba without the money? Who would have believed me anyway? And didn’t you hear when I said I enjoyed it? There hasn’t been a single day in the last 18 years when I haven’t had multiple orgasms. I wanted it so much that I would have let him fuck me even if he didn’t pay and give the gifts he lavished on you kids.”
“Aai, I have a confession to make too”, Amruta said, both mother and daughter now crying, “A few months ago, I got pregnant. But there were complications. The doctors said that the baby wasn’t developing at all and was just a mass of flesh inside me. They had to terminate the pregnancy and do a hysterectomy, so I can’t have babies anymore. But my breasts had filled up and I started lactating. My husband found my lactating breasts disgusting and the pregnancy termination was the last straw. That was why he left me. I have felt unwanted and unloved for so long now. Maybe this is an opportunity…
“Besides, the Zamindar can’t do anything worse to me than he did to you Aai. We are in the same situation. If I make him happy, our problems are solved and I may have a fulfilling sexual life too like you did. On the other hand, it’s also possible that he won’t find me attractive. Maybe he is too old now. The bottom line is that I need to work Aai, and no other job will pay like working at the Zamindar’s will.”
Mom and daughter debated for a long while, but Amruta’s mind was made up. That evening, she told her sisters that she was going to start working at the Zamindar’s from the next day. On her part, Madhuri had come to the same conclusion and had decided to start dancing in the “lavnis” and street shows in Uran to raise some money and told her sisters so. Riddhima wanted to contribute too, but had no idea what she could do. The sisters decided to give themselves a month to make something work and decided to leave home the next morning. While she had nowhere to go, Riddhima had decided that she would find a way to contribute and wouldn’t let only her sisters work and struggle for the family while she stays at home.
Amruta has a good first day at work
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“Mast!!!” the Zamindar exclaimed. He had just finished examining Amruta extremely closely over her clothes. He had caressed and pinched her lips, fondled each breast and squeezed each nipple gently, rubbed his hands all over her belly and back, caressed and squeezed her ass and rubbed her pussy and ass crack over the 9-yards saree she had worn from the maid’s closet. Amruta was dumb founded by the extent to which his erection had extended his dhoti. He had to be nearly a foot long!
She had already let him know that she knew how her mother had served him over the years and that she would be willing to do whatever her mom did and more. He had asked her to undress in front of him and wear the saree and Amruta had complied without hesitation, feeling an erotic tingle at stripping naked in front of him. On his part, he had ogled at her naked beauty, salivated and stroked himself to hardness without taking her the way she had expected him to.
“You know beta” he said, still stroking his cock, his eyes locked on her breasts, “you may think I am a monster and womanizer, and you may not believe me, but for the past 18 years, I have been loyal to your Aai. Among the Zamindars, a servant serves and there are no boundaries to the service. Servicing the sexual needs is service too.
While your mother served me very well, one of the gardeners was “Serving” my wife, fucking her behind my back and enjoying her body everyday while I worked. My second son is actually a pregnancy caused by a gardener. I fired the gardener and sent my wife to her parents place, but I brought up the child like my own son and love him as much as I love my older son. From the day your mother started working for me, I haven’t slept with another woman besides your mom.”
His eyes explored down her body, lingering over her deep navel before moving down her belly to her pussy area. He licked his lips involuntarily before his eyes moved up to her breasts again. Through it all, his hand was constantly stroking his hardness inside his dhoti.
“You can see how much I want to fuck you”, he said looking down at his erection and then back at Amruta, “but I won’t. At least not yet. Just looking at you, I can tell you are far more beautiful, far more sexier and probably will be a far more enjoyable woman than your mother. So, I have a bigger challenge for you than me.”
“What?” Amruta asked unable to tear her eyes from his crotch.
“My older son is about your age now, but hasn’t shown an interest in any woman yet. He says he isn’t gay, but that he just hasn’t been turned on enough by anyone. My younger son is just 18 and hasn’t experienced women yet. If you can make either one of them happy, then consider all your problems solved and more. If you want jewelry to seduce them, feel free to wear whatever you want from here” he said opening a box full of his wife’s jewelry.
“Oh my God”, Amruta thought, not sure herself if she was referring to the father or the sons. Dumped by her husband with a bleak future otherwise, Amruta had been secretly looking forward to being ravaged by the Zamindar ever since her conversation with Aai. She’d been secretly hoping that the Zamindar was all that her mother claimed to be sexually. She’d hoped the Zamindar would want her and was encouraged when he started stroking himself while examining her. But she’d felt rejected when he asked her to seduce her sons.
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When she reached the elder son’s bedroom, he was still sleeping with a morning woodie apparent in his underwear, the only thing he was wearing. She adjusted her saree, pulling it as low down as she could so her ass-crack would be visible over it when she bent down. She also tightened it around her to make sure her nipples pressed against and protruded out of the fabric and the saree wrapped real tight around her pussy and sunk well into her ass crack, highlighting her figure. She then went about cleaning the room rather noisily.
Woken up by the noise, Arun’s morning woodie turned into a full-fledged erection when he saw a considerable portion of Amruta’s ass cheeks staring back at him over her saree and the rest promising delightful pleasures. “What an ass” he thought, salivating and unable to tear his eyes off Amruta.
“Who are you?” he finally asked in a hoarse croaking voice, knowing the answer already. She was probably the new maid that Baba would have thoroughly enjoyed all morning before dismissing her off to do the chores.
“Amruta” she replied, half turning around, giving him a generous view of her lactating breasts. “Aai has been ordered rest by doctors, so I am here serving in her place.”
“Oh” he replied, “served Baba already?” he asked.
“Naahin. He asked me to serve you and sent me here.” Arun smiled, thanking his Baba silently. Wanting to take a closer look at her, Arun asked her to come closer and sit on the bed. He then proceeded to touch and caress her boob before pulling the saree off and taking a nipple in his mouth. He was surprised by the squirt of milk and his already raging erection started pulsating and throbbing with desire.
“Breakfast is served” Amruta teased, reaching down and taking his cock out of his underwear. Overcome by lust, Arun pounced sucking and drinking Amruta’s warm milk from one nipple, while squeezing the other, making streams of milk fly. Amruta was stroking his hot throbbing erection furiously as her body responded to the arousal and she felt wetness rush to her pussy.
After nearly emptying one jug, Arun turned his attention to the other. His free hand reached behind Amruta and caressed her butt. He squeezed a cheek before running his fingers up and down her ass crack over her saree. In one swift stroke, he pulled out the part of the saree tucked into the back and slipped his hand inside the saree. Now having unrestricted access, he ran his fingers up and down her ass crack and probed her virgin ass hole. Amruta moaned in delight. Stripping her saree off, Arun made her get on her hands and knees and caressed her ass cheeks, parting them and burying his face between them. With his tongue, he probed her opening, enjoying her tightness and lubricating it at the same time. After licking her ass for a few minutes, he lay her on her side and got behind her. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he pressed his hardness against her rear opening and pushed.
“Aai ga….” Amruta groaned as he entered her butt hole. Turned on, he thrust himself all the way in making Amruta yelp and scream. Her anal virginity lost, Amruta was beginning to enjoy the sensations as his hardness started plowing in and out of her while his mouth drained her boobs. Reaching down, Amruta started stroking her clit as Arun picked up his pace. Taking a cue from her, Arun reached in front of her with a hand and shoved two fingers inside her pussy. While stroking and toying with her swollen clit with his thumb, he started drilling her soaking wet pussy with his fingers. He drilled her with a growing frenzy as he neared his climax. Stimulated on three fronts – her nipple, pussy and butt – Amruta felt her body taken over by erotic pleasure. Within minutes, they both came together, shaking violently. Amruta squirting all over Arun’s fingers as he emptied himself inside her butt.
“So this is why he claims to be disinterested in women” she thought, panting, Arun’s spent dick still inside her as he collapsed on her and then went down on the bed in a sweaty, panting heap. “He likes the back door and is embarrassed to say that to potential girlfriends, suitors or his father.” Amruta smiled at her realization. As she opened her eyes, she saw Mandar, Arun’s younger brother in the doorway, stroking himself. He had witnessed the fucking and had got aroused by it. Extending her hand out, she beckoned him over. Stirred by the movement, Arun turned and noticed Amruta calling his younger brother over.
Mandar was more interested in Amruta’s pussy than her milk or ass and attacked it first with his mouth. He ate her hungrily, his tongue, lips and teeth devouring her and lapping up the juices from her orgasm. Changing positions, Amruta got Mandar on his back and got on top, going for his cock with her mouth while feeding him her pussy. Arun started caressing her boobs first before zeroing in on her nipples. Just as he pinched them making them squirt milk, Mandar nibbled on her clit with his teeth. The combined stimulation took Amruta over the edge for the second time as she squirted all over Mandar’s face.
Once her orgasm had passed, both brothers entered her in their preferred holes. As Mandar drilled her pussy, Arun pounded her ass, in rhythm with his brother.
Amruta spent the rest of the day serving the brothers a couple more times each. The sons had finally fallen asleep after fucking her for two energetic hours after dinner. “WOW! I understand Aai now” she thought, as she took a shower, every muscle in her body screaming in pleasure after a whole day of fucking…
After her shower, instead of drying herself, she dbangd a white sheer saree over her wet body and headed towards the Zamindar’s bedroom.
“Kaun?” the Zamindar asked as he heard the door of his bedroom open.
“Amruta” she replied, her form outlined in the doorway to the dark bedroom. She eventually took a step in, closed and latched the door behind her.
“Were you able to make either of my boy’s happy?” he asked watching her step closer to the bed.
“Oh yes, both of them, all day” she said with a smile, “I have so much to tell you about your boys.”
By then she had reached the edge of the bed. Laying down on the bed next to the Zamindar, she pulled the pallu of her saree off, giving the Zamindar an unrestricted view of her lactating breasts. Her body was on fire. Her nipples were raw from being sucked all day but also from the anticipation of what was to come.
Amruta reached out into the Zamindar’s dhoti and pulled out his pole. Even half aroused, it was impressive, much bigger and wider than either of the boys. As the Zamindar wrapped his mouth around a nipple and started feeding on her milking breast, Amruta started stroking his manhood. She rightly expected to be kept awake and busy all night long ‘serving’ the Zamindar. He far exceeded her expectation and neither slept a wink that night.
As dawn broke and the Zamindar finally drifted off to sleep, Amruta reflected on her first day at work and how expertly she had been ‘serviced’ by three extremely good looking men. Getting off the Zamindar’s bed and picking up her discarded saree, Amruta looked forward to the month of working there before she got to go back home and tell her sisters all about her experiences.
Koli Mother and Daughter Service the Zamindars
Things had been difficult ever since Baba (father) was paralyzed waist down after an accident when Riddhima was just a few months old. Till then, his fishing had provided well for the family. Belonging to the Koli (fisherman) community south of Uran, Maharashtra, in a small Indian village, the town and community was relatively cut off from modern civilization, except for the very rich Zamindars (landlords). Education was primarily occupational – fishing for the men and domestic chores for the women. So, after the accident, income was drastically impacted and their Aai (mother) had to start working as a domestic maid in the mansion of the local Zamindar.
A generous man, the Zamindar had Aai on a decent salary and often sent gifts and jewelry for the daughters with Aai. As the only woman taking care of a very large mansion, Aai had to work hard and often long hours, especially if the Zamindar had parties at home. Her hard work was well rewarded and the family was able to get by relatively well.
Thanks to Baba’s meager savings, Aai’s income and generous gifts from the Zamindar, the family was able to get their eldest daughter Amruta married a couple years ago. However recently, her husband abandoned her, and she had returned to her parent’s home. The shock of the broken marriage had been too much for Aai and she had her first heart attack a couple weeks ago. The doctors had advised her against any kind of physical labor forcing her to leave her job at the Zamindar’s house. Now, with no income in the household, the future was looking bleak and the sisters decided they had to start contributing and had to find work.
At 23, Amruta was the oldest of the sisters. Like most girls in the community, she had never gone to school. She had been tasked with helping Aai take care of the house, her Baba and younger sisters from an early age.
Now 20, Madhuri, the middle sister, had shown an interest in the performing arts from early childhood, participating in plays and giving dance performances in their village and in the nearby town of Uran, where she had won many awards.
Riddhima, the youngest of the sisters had just turned 18 yesterday, but between the financial tensions and Aai’s health, no one had realized the major milestone the youngest child had achieved and the day had passed like another stressful day in the family. The pampered youngest child, Riddhima neither had the talent of Madhuri, nor had she worked much in the house making her wonder what she could do to contribute to the household.
Aai’s compromise turns into pleasure
“Don’t argue with me Amu” Aai said to Amruta, “I said you are NOT going to go work there.”
“But why Aai?” Amruta asked.
“You don’t know what kind of people they are.” Aai said in a scolding voice, concern in her eyes.
“You have been working there for 18 years now. You always said they were good generous people. What happened now?”
Aai sat down on the mattress, her head in her hands, sobbing and looking distraught.
“Aai, bol na”, Amruta asked worried for her mother, “what’s wrong?”
“Amu, what I am going to tell you stays between us ok?” Aai said trying to compose herself and wiping her eyes. Amruta nodded, still concerned. “I had to make many compromises after Baba’s accident to make ends meet.”
“What do you mean?” Amruta asked, fearing the worst.
“I have been unfaithful to your Baba for the past 18 years. I have lived a double life Amu. While taking care of you kids and your Baba, I was having an affair with the Zamindar.”
“Kaay!!!!!!” Amruta was shocked, “what are you saying Aai?”
“They have a rule at the Zamindar’s house. The hired help works in ‘ekvastra’. Meaning, we cannot wear more than one garment while working at their house. The Zamindar has nau vari (9-yard) sarees for the women and dhotis for the men. The sarees are so thin, they don’t cover anything beta, especially when it gets hot and your sweat soaks the saree wet.”
“I had no choice. I started my work when Riddhima was just a few months old. The very first day, milk started overflowing, soaking the front of the saree. The Zamindar saw me that way and I saw his hand go into his dhoti as he started stroking himself. He watched me work like that for a while, his eyes roaming all over my barely covered body and particularly my breasts. Eventually, his lust and desire took over and he bangd me….“I don’t even know if calling it bang would be entirely true. I have to confess that seeing his massive erection in the dhoti had me turned on too. After Baba’s accident, there had been no sex between us and my hormones started to kick in. Watching the Zamindar’s lust and massive erection made me leak more from both my breasts and my pussy. Before long, there was a wet patch forming on the saree because of my wetness and my leaking body was all the invitation Zamindar saheb needed.”
“He grabbed my pallu and pulled. I was working and was taken by surprise. Before I knew what was happening, the Zamindar’s mouth was on my nipple, sucking and milking me and his hand had slipped inside my saree, caressing my pussy…
“While I protested and tried to get away from him, part of me was screaming with the eruption of bottled up sexual need. It didn’t take him much to strip off the flimsy saree, the only piece of clothing I had on me. I was completely naked and I had nowhere to run, even if I had the will and the intention of running, which I had lost, overcome by my own lust and need. He was too strong for me and had me pinned with my legs locked over his shoulders. He first sucked one nipple after the other, drinking my milk, making me totally aroused…
“Before he put his monster shaft in me, he sucked and licked my pussy, eating me and licking my overflowing juices. Your Baba had never eaten me and the sensations just made me erupt with a shattering orgasm.
Encouraged by my orgasm, he put his monster shaft in me and fucked me like the beast he is for nearly 15 minutes.
I had yet another orgasm like I’d never had, and then he exploded inside me, shooting his load in me for nearly a minute.
Your baba had neither enjoyed my body like that, nor had he ever given me orgasms like that. Even before he was done emptying his seed in me, I was yearning for more. He fucked me three more times that day, making me orgasm violently each time, and finally sent me home with enough money to treat Baba for a month.
“He would fuck me whenever he wanted, however he wanted. On his extra horny days, he would fuck me while I was doing chores. He liked to pound me doggy style while I was bent over swabbing the floor or cooking. There were days when he had his dick in me non-stop, all day and all night, fucking me repeatedly. During some of his parties, all his guests got to fuck me to their heart’s desire. There was one night when he and 10 of his friends fucked me and drank my milk all night long…
“I am ashamed that I enjoyed every moment of it and all these years of getting fucked by Zamindar. He made sure I got to thoroughly explore my sexuality and gave me some of the best sex imaginable. Thanks to the Zamindar, I had the most pleasurable sexual life possible. But that was me Amu. I can’t let him fuck you too. I can’t knowingly send my child to a monster like that.”
“Why didn’t you complain to the security officer Aai?” Amruta asked shocked at her mother’s confession.
“Why?” Aai replied, “How was I going to take care of the three of you and Baba without the money? Who would have believed me anyway? And didn’t you hear when I said I enjoyed it? There hasn’t been a single day in the last 18 years when I haven’t had multiple orgasms. I wanted it so much that I would have let him fuck me even if he didn’t pay and give the gifts he lavished on you kids.”
“Aai, I have a confession to make too”, Amruta said, both mother and daughter now crying, “A few months ago, I got pregnant. But there were complications. The doctors said that the baby wasn’t developing at all and was just a mass of flesh inside me. They had to terminate the pregnancy and do a hysterectomy, so I can’t have babies anymore. But my breasts had filled up and I started lactating. My husband found my lactating breasts disgusting and the pregnancy termination was the last straw. That was why he left me. I have felt unwanted and unloved for so long now. Maybe this is an opportunity…
“Besides, the Zamindar can’t do anything worse to me than he did to you Aai. We are in the same situation. If I make him happy, our problems are solved and I may have a fulfilling sexual life too like you did. On the other hand, it’s also possible that he won’t find me attractive. Maybe he is too old now. The bottom line is that I need to work Aai, and no other job will pay like working at the Zamindar’s will.”
Mom and daughter debated for a long while, but Amruta’s mind was made up. That evening, she told her sisters that she was going to start working at the Zamindar’s from the next day. On her part, Madhuri had come to the same conclusion and had decided to start dancing in the “lavnis” and street shows in Uran to raise some money and told her sisters so. Riddhima wanted to contribute too, but had no idea what she could do. The sisters decided to give themselves a month to make something work and decided to leave home the next morning. While she had nowhere to go, Riddhima had decided that she would find a way to contribute and wouldn’t let only her sisters work and struggle for the family while she stays at home.
Amruta has a good first day at work
“Mast!!!” the Zamindar exclaimed. He had just finished examining Amruta extremely closely over her clothes. He had caressed and pinched her lips, fondled each breast and squeezed each nipple gently, rubbed his hands all over her belly and back, caressed and squeezed her ass and rubbed her pussy and ass crack over the 9-yards saree she had worn from the maid’s closet. Amruta was dumb founded by the extent to which his erection had extended his dhoti. He had to be nearly a foot long!
She had already let him know that she knew how her mother had served him over the years and that she would be willing to do whatever her mom did and more. He had asked her to undress in front of him and wear the saree and Amruta had complied without hesitation, feeling an erotic tingle at stripping naked in front of him. On his part, he had ogled at her naked beauty, salivated and stroked himself to hardness without taking her the way she had expected him to.
“You know beta” he said, still stroking his cock, his eyes locked on her breasts, “you may think I am a monster and womanizer, and you may not believe me, but for the past 18 years, I have been loyal to your Aai. Among the Zamindars, a servant serves and there are no boundaries to the service. Servicing the sexual needs is service too.
While your mother served me very well, one of the gardeners was “Serving” my wife, fucking her behind my back and enjoying her body everyday while I worked. My second son is actually a pregnancy caused by a gardener. I fired the gardener and sent my wife to her parents place, but I brought up the child like my own son and love him as much as I love my older son. From the day your mother started working for me, I haven’t slept with another woman besides your mom.”
His eyes explored down her body, lingering over her deep navel before moving down her belly to her pussy area. He licked his lips involuntarily before his eyes moved up to her breasts again. Through it all, his hand was constantly stroking his hardness inside his dhoti.
“You can see how much I want to fuck you”, he said looking down at his erection and then back at Amruta, “but I won’t. At least not yet. Just looking at you, I can tell you are far more beautiful, far more sexier and probably will be a far more enjoyable woman than your mother. So, I have a bigger challenge for you than me.”
“What?” Amruta asked unable to tear her eyes from his crotch.
“My older son is about your age now, but hasn’t shown an interest in any woman yet. He says he isn’t gay, but that he just hasn’t been turned on enough by anyone. My younger son is just 18 and hasn’t experienced women yet. If you can make either one of them happy, then consider all your problems solved and more. If you want jewelry to seduce them, feel free to wear whatever you want from here” he said opening a box full of his wife’s jewelry.
“Oh my God”, Amruta thought, not sure herself if she was referring to the father or the sons. Dumped by her husband with a bleak future otherwise, Amruta had been secretly looking forward to being ravaged by the Zamindar ever since her conversation with Aai. She’d been secretly hoping that the Zamindar was all that her mother claimed to be sexually. She’d hoped the Zamindar would want her and was encouraged when he started stroking himself while examining her. But she’d felt rejected when he asked her to seduce her sons.
When she reached the elder son’s bedroom, he was still sleeping with a morning woodie apparent in his underwear, the only thing he was wearing. She adjusted her saree, pulling it as low down as she could so her ass-crack would be visible over it when she bent down. She also tightened it around her to make sure her nipples pressed against and protruded out of the fabric and the saree wrapped real tight around her pussy and sunk well into her ass crack, highlighting her figure. She then went about cleaning the room rather noisily.
Woken up by the noise, Arun’s morning woodie turned into a full-fledged erection when he saw a considerable portion of Amruta’s ass cheeks staring back at him over her saree and the rest promising delightful pleasures. “What an ass” he thought, salivating and unable to tear his eyes off Amruta.
“Who are you?” he finally asked in a hoarse croaking voice, knowing the answer already. She was probably the new maid that Baba would have thoroughly enjoyed all morning before dismissing her off to do the chores.
“Amruta” she replied, half turning around, giving him a generous view of her lactating breasts. “Aai has been ordered rest by doctors, so I am here serving in her place.”
“Oh” he replied, “served Baba already?” he asked.
“Naahin. He asked me to serve you and sent me here.” Arun smiled, thanking his Baba silently. Wanting to take a closer look at her, Arun asked her to come closer and sit on the bed. He then proceeded to touch and caress her boob before pulling the saree off and taking a nipple in his mouth. He was surprised by the squirt of milk and his already raging erection started pulsating and throbbing with desire.
“Breakfast is served” Amruta teased, reaching down and taking his cock out of his underwear. Overcome by lust, Arun pounced sucking and drinking Amruta’s warm milk from one nipple, while squeezing the other, making streams of milk fly. Amruta was stroking his hot throbbing erection furiously as her body responded to the arousal and she felt wetness rush to her pussy.
After nearly emptying one jug, Arun turned his attention to the other. His free hand reached behind Amruta and caressed her butt. He squeezed a cheek before running his fingers up and down her ass crack over her saree. In one swift stroke, he pulled out the part of the saree tucked into the back and slipped his hand inside the saree. Now having unrestricted access, he ran his fingers up and down her ass crack and probed her virgin ass hole. Amruta moaned in delight. Stripping her saree off, Arun made her get on her hands and knees and caressed her ass cheeks, parting them and burying his face between them. With his tongue, he probed her opening, enjoying her tightness and lubricating it at the same time. After licking her ass for a few minutes, he lay her on her side and got behind her. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he pressed his hardness against her rear opening and pushed.
“Aai ga….” Amruta groaned as he entered her butt hole. Turned on, he thrust himself all the way in making Amruta yelp and scream. Her anal virginity lost, Amruta was beginning to enjoy the sensations as his hardness started plowing in and out of her while his mouth drained her boobs. Reaching down, Amruta started stroking her clit as Arun picked up his pace. Taking a cue from her, Arun reached in front of her with a hand and shoved two fingers inside her pussy. While stroking and toying with her swollen clit with his thumb, he started drilling her soaking wet pussy with his fingers. He drilled her with a growing frenzy as he neared his climax. Stimulated on three fronts – her nipple, pussy and butt – Amruta felt her body taken over by erotic pleasure. Within minutes, they both came together, shaking violently. Amruta squirting all over Arun’s fingers as he emptied himself inside her butt.
“So this is why he claims to be disinterested in women” she thought, panting, Arun’s spent dick still inside her as he collapsed on her and then went down on the bed in a sweaty, panting heap. “He likes the back door and is embarrassed to say that to potential girlfriends, suitors or his father.” Amruta smiled at her realization. As she opened her eyes, she saw Mandar, Arun’s younger brother in the doorway, stroking himself. He had witnessed the fucking and had got aroused by it. Extending her hand out, she beckoned him over. Stirred by the movement, Arun turned and noticed Amruta calling his younger brother over.
Mandar was more interested in Amruta’s pussy than her milk or ass and attacked it first with his mouth. He ate her hungrily, his tongue, lips and teeth devouring her and lapping up the juices from her orgasm. Changing positions, Amruta got Mandar on his back and got on top, going for his cock with her mouth while feeding him her pussy. Arun started caressing her boobs first before zeroing in on her nipples. Just as he pinched them making them squirt milk, Mandar nibbled on her clit with his teeth. The combined stimulation took Amruta over the edge for the second time as she squirted all over Mandar’s face.
Once her orgasm had passed, both brothers entered her in their preferred holes. As Mandar drilled her pussy, Arun pounded her ass, in rhythm with his brother.
Amruta spent the rest of the day serving the brothers a couple more times each. The sons had finally fallen asleep after fucking her for two energetic hours after dinner. “WOW! I understand Aai now” she thought, as she took a shower, every muscle in her body screaming in pleasure after a whole day of fucking…
After her shower, instead of drying herself, she dbangd a white sheer saree over her wet body and headed towards the Zamindar’s bedroom.
“Kaun?” the Zamindar asked as he heard the door of his bedroom open.
“Amruta” she replied, her form outlined in the doorway to the dark bedroom. She eventually took a step in, closed and latched the door behind her.
“Were you able to make either of my boy’s happy?” he asked watching her step closer to the bed.
“Oh yes, both of them, all day” she said with a smile, “I have so much to tell you about your boys.”
By then she had reached the edge of the bed. Laying down on the bed next to the Zamindar, she pulled the pallu of her saree off, giving the Zamindar an unrestricted view of her lactating breasts. Her body was on fire. Her nipples were raw from being sucked all day but also from the anticipation of what was to come.
Amruta reached out into the Zamindar’s dhoti and pulled out his pole. Even half aroused, it was impressive, much bigger and wider than either of the boys. As the Zamindar wrapped his mouth around a nipple and started feeding on her milking breast, Amruta started stroking his manhood. She rightly expected to be kept awake and busy all night long ‘serving’ the Zamindar. He far exceeded her expectation and neither slept a wink that night.
As dawn broke and the Zamindar finally drifted off to sleep, Amruta reflected on her first day at work and how expertly she had been ‘serviced’ by three extremely good looking men. Getting off the Zamindar’s bed and picking up her discarded saree, Amruta looked forward to the month of working there before she got to go back home and tell her sisters all about her experiences.
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