12-02-2019, 10:44 AM
I was about to say that I was ‘all right’, but suddenly I felt Master-ji’s pinch near my elbow and hence that sound came out from my mouth.
Master-ji: What happened Madam? Deepak, bring a glass of water for her.
Me: But…
As Deepak turned away from me and Master-ji towards the corner of the room to get the water, Master-ji grabbed my elbow very firmly and brought his mouth near my ear.
Master-ji: If you want more, just pretend as I say.
I looked at Master-ji with very inquisitive eyes at his whisper. But there was no time to think on his statement as Deepak was coming with a glass of water. He did that rapidly as he must have thought that I was not feeling well in reality.
Master-ji: Tell us Madam. What’s happening? Is your head spinning?
I could not generate within myself the ability to think more on this, as I could feel Master-ji was now holding my elbow in such a manner that my fingers were brushing against his lungi-covered thigh. Deepak came and handed the water to me and as I drank Master-ji was making my hand touch his erect lund under his lungi!
I gulped the water somehow and closed my eyes for a second, probably to tell the first lie.
Me: My head. It’s spinning…
I tried to pretend that I was ‘not feeling well’. Deepak seemed quite convinced!
Deepak: Master-ji, hold her well. Shall I get the chair Madam?
Master-ji was probably waiting for this opportunity and now that he knew I was pretending and Deepak was also won over, there was no obstacle for him. Master-ji now held me with both hands at my both elbows from the front.
Master-ji: Madam, don’t worry. Just relax and take your time.
I nodded and closed my eyes and also swayed my head a little to make it look more real.
Deepak: Madam, do you get this head spinning often? Do you take any medication?
Master-ji saved me from answering those and craftily snatched the conversation in his own way.
Master-ji: Deepak, Deepak. She seems to be fainting. I can feel that. What to do? What to do? (he pinched me again and this time on my both elbows so that I pretend to faint).
I had no other alternative, but to close my eyes and lean my head towards Master-ji’s body and pretend as if I was having a “fainting spell”. Deepak was perfectly fooled.
Deepak: Master-ji, hold her tightly. I will also support you.
Saying that Deepak held me by my back touching me over my blouse back. And at last I got some relief from my sexual aches when Master-ji embraced me tightly with his hands in the excuse of holding the fainting woman. My heart was running very fast now as my eyes were closed and I was feeling Master-ji’s flat chest on my round blouse-covered mammaries and his hands encircling me near my waist. Honestly, more than Master-ji, I myself was squashing my firm protruding milk tanks into his chest.
Me: Aaaaaaaah!
I whispered to myself giving a sigh of ecstasy.
Deepak: Lets take her to the bed Master-ji.
Master-ji was taking the full feel of my young boobs in his upper body and obviously was reluctant to release me.
Master-ji: Wait, wait. Let me see for some moments if Madam gets back her senses. By that time you clean up the bed at least.
Deepak: Okay.
Till such time, Deepak was supporting my back though actually there was no need as Master-ji was holding me like an octopus. Now I realized he was away to my bedside and I felt it safe to open my eyes once. I found Master-ji quite energetic though he was around 60 years in age. I looked for a split second towards my bed and saw Deepak cleaning up my dresses, etc. from it, but could not concentrate there at all, as Master-ji was now holding and pressing me as if he was hugging his wife! His mouth was sniffing my bare neck and blouse-covered shoulders and taking full advantage of Deepak not seeing us, he pulled in his right hand within our bodies and started squeezing my boobs. Only God knows how I controlled my moan not being aloud and enjoyed his squeezes on my ripe boobs silently.
Deepak: Master-ji, it’s done. Has Madam got back her senses?
Master-ji was quick enough to behave properly and I also closed my eyes hearing his voice and leaned my head onto Master-ji’s shoulder. A perfectly fainted lady!
Master-ji: No. We need to take her there. You give me a hand.
I did not see but realized Deepak came near. How would they take me to the bed I wondered? With Master-ji’s figure and age he surely would not take me in his lap. Anyway, I was pretty thrilled and excited by this whole pretending episode and shamelessness had gripped me firmly to continue this ‘harmless’ enjoyment.
Deepak: How would we carry her?
Master-ji: One second. You pull off her remaining sari first. It’s getting into my legs.
Me: Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh!
I babbled within myself. Deepak was very swift to pull off my sari knot from my waist. Why not? Master-ji was saying he would get married next year, so he needs to know how to pull off her wife’s sari. As Deepak pulled it completely off my waist I was having a peculiar feeling as never in my life had I been stripped off my sari with closed eyes! Yes, on bed, in the initial days of my marriage many a times my husband pulled off my panty and during that time I kept my eyes closed in shame getting fully naked. But later on when intercourse was regular, I did not feel that much shame as my hubby pulled off my bra or panty from my body. But this was indeed very different.
Even Master-ji noticed his swift handiwork and made a dirty comment.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, go slow. Why are you taking it off so fast?
I did not hear Deepak replying anything, probably he was hurrying because he wanted to get me on bed quickly seeing my senseless state.
Master-ji: She is not your wife afterall… that you pull off her sari quickly and will get a chance to raise her petticoat. Ha ha haa…
Deepak: Ha ha hah.
Master-ji: Keep Madam’s sari on the chair.
I was now standing in Master-ji’s arms clad in my blouse and petticoat only. And I could well realize even with my closed eyes that Deepak showed his back to us to keep my sari, as Master-ji grabbed my ample ass cheeks over my petticoat and started feeling them sufficiently. My panty was as usual nonexistent on my buttocks, as it was stuck in my ass crack, and so Master-ji could grab and feel my ass flesh directly. Obviously the pleasure of getting squeezed over my petticoat with my panty covering my ass cheeks was less than directly getting the feel of male hands on my bottom. Hence I was simply elated getting Master-ji’s hands toying with my fleshy buttocks.
I opened my eyes for a split moment and realizing Deepak was coming back quickly closed it and Master-ji also shifted his hands off my round hips to my waist. I kept my head on Master-ji’s shoulder and my jiggling boobs were pressing constantly against his chest. My panty was now all soaked with my vaginal juices and I was getting increasingly horny.
Deepak: Lets take Madam to the bed now.
Master-ji: What happened Madam? Deepak, bring a glass of water for her.
Me: But…
As Deepak turned away from me and Master-ji towards the corner of the room to get the water, Master-ji grabbed my elbow very firmly and brought his mouth near my ear.
Master-ji: If you want more, just pretend as I say.
I looked at Master-ji with very inquisitive eyes at his whisper. But there was no time to think on his statement as Deepak was coming with a glass of water. He did that rapidly as he must have thought that I was not feeling well in reality.
Master-ji: Tell us Madam. What’s happening? Is your head spinning?
I could not generate within myself the ability to think more on this, as I could feel Master-ji was now holding my elbow in such a manner that my fingers were brushing against his lungi-covered thigh. Deepak came and handed the water to me and as I drank Master-ji was making my hand touch his erect lund under his lungi!
I gulped the water somehow and closed my eyes for a second, probably to tell the first lie.
Me: My head. It’s spinning…
I tried to pretend that I was ‘not feeling well’. Deepak seemed quite convinced!
Deepak: Master-ji, hold her well. Shall I get the chair Madam?
Master-ji was probably waiting for this opportunity and now that he knew I was pretending and Deepak was also won over, there was no obstacle for him. Master-ji now held me with both hands at my both elbows from the front.
Master-ji: Madam, don’t worry. Just relax and take your time.
I nodded and closed my eyes and also swayed my head a little to make it look more real.
Deepak: Madam, do you get this head spinning often? Do you take any medication?
Master-ji saved me from answering those and craftily snatched the conversation in his own way.
Master-ji: Deepak, Deepak. She seems to be fainting. I can feel that. What to do? What to do? (he pinched me again and this time on my both elbows so that I pretend to faint).
I had no other alternative, but to close my eyes and lean my head towards Master-ji’s body and pretend as if I was having a “fainting spell”. Deepak was perfectly fooled.
Deepak: Master-ji, hold her tightly. I will also support you.
Saying that Deepak held me by my back touching me over my blouse back. And at last I got some relief from my sexual aches when Master-ji embraced me tightly with his hands in the excuse of holding the fainting woman. My heart was running very fast now as my eyes were closed and I was feeling Master-ji’s flat chest on my round blouse-covered mammaries and his hands encircling me near my waist. Honestly, more than Master-ji, I myself was squashing my firm protruding milk tanks into his chest.
Me: Aaaaaaaah!
I whispered to myself giving a sigh of ecstasy.
Deepak: Lets take her to the bed Master-ji.
Master-ji was taking the full feel of my young boobs in his upper body and obviously was reluctant to release me.
Master-ji: Wait, wait. Let me see for some moments if Madam gets back her senses. By that time you clean up the bed at least.
Deepak: Okay.
Till such time, Deepak was supporting my back though actually there was no need as Master-ji was holding me like an octopus. Now I realized he was away to my bedside and I felt it safe to open my eyes once. I found Master-ji quite energetic though he was around 60 years in age. I looked for a split second towards my bed and saw Deepak cleaning up my dresses, etc. from it, but could not concentrate there at all, as Master-ji was now holding and pressing me as if he was hugging his wife! His mouth was sniffing my bare neck and blouse-covered shoulders and taking full advantage of Deepak not seeing us, he pulled in his right hand within our bodies and started squeezing my boobs. Only God knows how I controlled my moan not being aloud and enjoyed his squeezes on my ripe boobs silently.
Deepak: Master-ji, it’s done. Has Madam got back her senses?
Master-ji was quick enough to behave properly and I also closed my eyes hearing his voice and leaned my head onto Master-ji’s shoulder. A perfectly fainted lady!
Master-ji: No. We need to take her there. You give me a hand.
I did not see but realized Deepak came near. How would they take me to the bed I wondered? With Master-ji’s figure and age he surely would not take me in his lap. Anyway, I was pretty thrilled and excited by this whole pretending episode and shamelessness had gripped me firmly to continue this ‘harmless’ enjoyment.
Deepak: How would we carry her?
Master-ji: One second. You pull off her remaining sari first. It’s getting into my legs.
Me: Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh!
I babbled within myself. Deepak was very swift to pull off my sari knot from my waist. Why not? Master-ji was saying he would get married next year, so he needs to know how to pull off her wife’s sari. As Deepak pulled it completely off my waist I was having a peculiar feeling as never in my life had I been stripped off my sari with closed eyes! Yes, on bed, in the initial days of my marriage many a times my husband pulled off my panty and during that time I kept my eyes closed in shame getting fully naked. But later on when intercourse was regular, I did not feel that much shame as my hubby pulled off my bra or panty from my body. But this was indeed very different.
Even Master-ji noticed his swift handiwork and made a dirty comment.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, go slow. Why are you taking it off so fast?
I did not hear Deepak replying anything, probably he was hurrying because he wanted to get me on bed quickly seeing my senseless state.
Master-ji: She is not your wife afterall… that you pull off her sari quickly and will get a chance to raise her petticoat. Ha ha haa…
Deepak: Ha ha hah.
Master-ji: Keep Madam’s sari on the chair.
I was now standing in Master-ji’s arms clad in my blouse and petticoat only. And I could well realize even with my closed eyes that Deepak showed his back to us to keep my sari, as Master-ji grabbed my ample ass cheeks over my petticoat and started feeling them sufficiently. My panty was as usual nonexistent on my buttocks, as it was stuck in my ass crack, and so Master-ji could grab and feel my ass flesh directly. Obviously the pleasure of getting squeezed over my petticoat with my panty covering my ass cheeks was less than directly getting the feel of male hands on my bottom. Hence I was simply elated getting Master-ji’s hands toying with my fleshy buttocks.
I opened my eyes for a split moment and realizing Deepak was coming back quickly closed it and Master-ji also shifted his hands off my round hips to my waist. I kept my head on Master-ji’s shoulder and my jiggling boobs were pressing constantly against his chest. My panty was now all soaked with my vaginal juices and I was getting increasingly horny.
Deepak: Lets take Madam to the bed now.
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