20-12-2022, 06:18 PM
Hitesh has been travelling again, so I’m on a sort of honeymoon with the naukars. I really indulge myself—even more than usual—at times like these. I thoroughly enjoy playing/acting the naukars’ “kept woman”, too. Last night, I had one of Hitesh’s office peons, Ramu, stay over and spend the night. He’s lean and tough and has a marvellous cock. He can fuck very rough when I’m in the mood, and I was in just that mood last night, starving to be fucked nice and hard and for a good long time. Ramu delivered, of course—he was in total control and thoroughly dominated me, enjoying himself as he did it.
Ramu, my husband’s peonI sent Vinod and Ashok away to my sister, Mala’s, as I wanted no interruptions. I was in a real state by the time Ramu arrived—I’d been fantasizing about him all day, had kept myself away from the other naukars and I’d fuelled my lust fires with little things: I used my lovely Ben-Wa ball set (a gift from Mehul) — two one-and-a-half inch diameter weighted orbs connected with a string that I fed into my cunt, each with its own little rolling ball inside. Every time I squeezed my vaginal muscles they pressed against my clit. I walked with my thighs pressed together, and every step I took made them move against my clit. It was slow, prolonged, deeply intense and incredibly heightening. Just before he came in, I started a triple-X-rated hardcore interracial porn flick. I was dressed in a completely transparent white saree with no underwear, but wearing my gold necklace, mangalsutra, bindi, sindoor, earrings, bangles, wedding ring and anklets on my feet.
It was just after eight when Ramu rang the doorbell; I looked through the door peephole to make sure it was him, slipped the Ben-Wa balls out and, standing behind the door, let him slide in and quickly shut and locked it behind him. He saw me and burst out laughing. He could see the state I was in. I flung my around his neck and pressed against him, trying to kiss him and simultaneously begging him to fuck me, telling him my cunt was on fire. He slid his hands under my sari and I moaned into his mouth when I felt his big, rough, hard hands on my breasts. My nipples were hard as nails in his fingers. He pinched them and I gasped and kissed him fiercely, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
“Ramu,” I gasped, “chodh mujhe! Jaldi se … jor se!”
“Ahiste, rahnd,” he laughed softly.
He pulled my arms away from his neck, jerked them up around his neck and pushed me back against the corridor wall and pressed his body against mine.
“Chudhvayegi kya, mere se?” he growled, his tongue in my ear and then over my lips. “Mere se chudhvayegi apne aap ko?”
“Hanh Ramu hanh!” I moaned.
He released me and walked away into the hall, peeling off his shirt. He flung himself onto the deep sofa and sprawled on it, his arms thrown out along the back. He turned his face to me and beckoned with his finger.
“Eh, rundi, idhar aa,” he commanded.
I went across. I noticed he’d undone his fly and wasn’t wearing undershorts. His big cock was still in his trousers; I could see the thick shaft. He grinned when he saw where my eyes were. He reached up and put his hand behind my head and pulled it steeply down to his crotch. I moaned, nuzzling his groin, pulling his cock out. He squeezed my breast hard in his hand.
“Le! Choos mere lavde ko!” he ordered.
Groaning with excitement, I took it in my mouth, flipping back the foreskin and sweeping my tongue over the thick cock-head. I loved the feeling, being treated like a wench like this. He pulled my sari up over my hips and slapped my buttocks sharply. I gasped and moaned. He struck me again, and again. My butt tingled with his blows and I felt my cunt getting even wetter.
“Bas,” he said, pushing my head back. “Ab ja, aur mere liye drink bana.”
I lifted my head. His cock was upright, temptation personified. He scowled at me. “Ja bola na? Chul, jaldi kar, rahnd!”
I wiped his pre-cum slime from my lips with the back of my hand and obediently went to fix his drink. I know what he likes: a large rum with lots of lime, ice and soda. I fixed the drink and brought it back to him, properly, on a tray, with extra ice, soda, lime juice and slices and the rum bottle. I put it down on the side table at his elbow and gave him the drink, just like a naukrani would. He grinned and spread his legs again.
“Ab chul. Vapis choos. Yahan, saamne aa ke.”
This time he let me kneel between his legs to suck his cock. With the back of his hand, he brushed the pallu of my sari off my shoulder, exposing my breasts. He caressed my face as I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking it heavily and slowly, labouring over it. The musky taste and smell of it made my head swim with lust. I loved its heat and thickness in my mouth. I cupped and squeezed his balls gently, then dropped my head, dragging my tongue down his cock-shaft to suck and lick the heavy orbs. He grunted.
I reached across him and fumbled in the tray for some ice and popped a cube in my mouth and quickly took his cock deep into my mouth again. He gasped sharply. I ran the ice cube around his cock head, melting it against his hot, hard cock flesh.
“Hanh … rundi hanh … aise hi choosti reh!” he grunted.
Over my shoulder, he was watching the porn flick. He raised the sound a bit, and the sharp gasping moans of the woman filled the room. It added to my arousal.
Ramu made me slave over his cock for a long time. Soon, my fingers and lips and cheeks were slippery with his pre-cum jizz. I licked it lovingly, savouring the taste. I ran the cock-head over my nipples and pressed it between my breasts.
I was completely on fire now. All the cock-sucking, Ramu’s nonchalant attitude, his rough hands on my head and face and breasts, occasionally leaning over to whack me on my bottom, making me gasp and moan.
“Bas,” he announced at last. “Ab chul … mere lund pe chadh ja. Naach mere lavde pe!”
Whimpering gratefully, I rose, my sari sliding to the floor. He kicked his pants aside. I straddled his hips and leaned over him and kissed him hungrily. His hands moved from my aching breasts to my waist. He held me aloft while I moved his cock-head to my cunt. Slowly, I sank my hips. His cock-head burst into my cunt. I gasped, flinging my head back. My cunt began tightening involuntarily on his cock-head. He held me still, with just his cock-head inside me.
“Ahiste … ahiste … ab kamar gol gol ghooma … ahiste … hanh … aise … hanh … aise, rundi, aise!”
It was utterly incredible! I obeyed, of course, swirling my hips in circles so that his cock-head moved around in my cunt. The feeling was quite extraordinarily intense. I gasped and moaned, flinging my head back, biting my lip, throwing out my chest, my arms stretched out and hands on the back of the sofa behind his shoulders.
“Ab neeche aa … ahiste … lele mere lavde ko tere chuth mein … hanh … hanh rundi hanh … aise … ahhhhhhhhhh uhh hanh uhhh ahhhhh bahut khub rahnd, bahut khub … ab chul, tere chuth ko jor se dabaa mere lavde pe … hanh! OhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAHHH hanh … ab chhod de … vapas dabaa … hanh uhh hanh … ab aage-peeche ragad … jorse rahnd! Hanh uhh hanh uhh hanh uhhh aise … chul … ab naach rahnd naach mere lavde pe!”
Picture it: the peon pulling me slowly deeper and deeper onto his massive cock, impaling me on it … then making me squeeze down on it with my cunt … release … squeeze … then grind my hips heavily back and forth, back and forth … and then, at last, allowing me to move, rocking up and down on his cock, sliding my cunt up the length of the shaft, then quickly jamming myself down on it … again and again.
I was beside myself with lust. I clung to his shoulders, flung my head back and howled my pleasure, my voice sounding strangely hoarse and guttural, my chest thrust out.
“OHHHHH UHH OHMA UH HANH UHHH OH GOD OH GOD Ramu Ramu Ramu UHHH HANH UHHH HANH UHHH OHMAUHHOHMA UHH OHMA UHHH HANH CHODH MUJHE Ramu CHODH MUJHE!”
My breasts jumped and bounced as I moved, my mangalsutra and gold necklace dancing and slapping on my skin. My breasts felt heavy and swollen to the point of bursting. My nipples were hard as little rocks. My cunt was on fire, in helpless spasms and convulsions on his cock. He rocked his hips up and down under me. His cock went in deep, piercing me.
Faster. He held my hips and began moving me, jerking my body violently up and down and leaned forward and sucked hard on one breast. I cried out again. He leaned back, released my hips and began to strike my breasts with the back of his hand. I gasped and moaned, each blow sending an electric current straight down into my cunt.
The peon fucked me for what seemed like forever, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
RamuA montage: he moves forward and carefully lays me down on my back on the large low square coffee table in front of the sofa. Kneeling on the floor, he fucks me unhurriedly, his hands squeezing my breasts, his hips rocking smoothly to and fro, his cock pistoning in and out of my cunt. On the table, I moan and whimper, my head flipping from side to side, begging him to fuck me like a whore.
On my front on the coffee table, Ramu kneeling behind me and making me do all the work, rocking myself eagerly back and forth, squirming my butt in his crotch, begging him again and again like a slut till, finally, chuckling, he takes over and begins to fuck me. He fucks me hard, holding my waist and whipping his hips back and forth and my cries are broken sobs and moans.
He is still not done with me. He releases me and walks away to the master bedroom with his drink, commands me to follow. Inside, he stands with his feet apart and makes me suck his cock again while he finishes his drink, one hand on my head, almost absently moving it back and forth. I have long since ceased to be a memsahib; I am now, quite simply, his slut, his whore, his rundi, his sex slave, unable to deny him anything he desires.
He stops me, makes me get on the bed on all fours facing the full length mirror and, standing at the edge of the bed, fucks me again from behind, his forearms crossed, hands on my buttocks, rocking my body back and forth before him while his hips grind to and fro. He begins to slap my butt again and his timing is perfect. I have yet another orgasm; I’ve had two already, but this one is also intense and overpowering.
Still he wants more. Lying on his back on the bed, he makes me mount him again, this time with my back to him, my feet on the bed and arms stretched out behind me. I groan tiredly, rocking heavily up and down, crying out as he thrusts up hard into me from underneath. My head is clouded and my senses are now numbed by the incessant pleasuring. I drown in the lust and the heat.
He pushes me off and turns me on my back and lifts my legs up high … and sodomizes me. I cry out, my arms flung out, my hands frantic on the sheet as he drives his cock deep into my rear channel, fucking me up the ass. The pleasure is incredible: sharp, searing, intense. He squeezes my breasts as his cock saws in and out of my asshole. I cry out with each thrust, my head flipping wantonly from side to side. He reaches down and bends his thumb into my cunt and I arch violently, and have yet another orgasm. He grunts and cries out, his handsome head flung back, his body rigid. My orgasm ebbs and he quickly jerks his cock out of me and, grabbing my head and hair, pulls my mouth to his crotch again. I kneel on the bed, bent forward and greedily suck his cock. I can taste all our juices on it. He groans, holding my head in both hands and pumping his hips to and fro at my face and then cries out, tossing his head back. I gasp, whimpering, jerking the peon’s cock, my fingers slippery with his cum-slime. I open my mouth eagerly. He explodes with a loud, shuddering moan. I whimper in pleasure. His cum spurts from his cock-head. It is a copious shower. The cum floods my mouth and spatters my face and eyelids and hair, my cheeks and breasts. It feels and tastes wonderful. I swallow what is in my mouth and smile lasciviously up at him and wantonly take his cock slowly in my mouth again.
His cum is on my mangalsutra too. I take the chain between my lips and lick it off, scoop it off my cheeks and eyelids and lick that too. I run my fingers through the puddles of cum on my breasts and massage it into my flesh. We sink to the bed, kissing. He can taste his cum off my tongue and lips. I squirm against him.
We fell asleep together, sliding into a deep and exhausted slumber. At some point in the early morning, he woke me with a caress and fucked me again, long and slow, making me whimper and gasp as his cock rocked stiffly in and out of my cunt. I took him eagerly. We came together, his cum filling my cunt and seeping over my thighs.
We woke late this morning and, within minutes, he was hard again, moving over me and into me and I sighed in pleasure, arching languorously under him as his cock drove into my flesh. I murmured lovingly to him, kissing him and caressing his hard body over mine, softly urging him on to yet another sweet release.
The End
Ramu, my husband’s peonI sent Vinod and Ashok away to my sister, Mala’s, as I wanted no interruptions. I was in a real state by the time Ramu arrived—I’d been fantasizing about him all day, had kept myself away from the other naukars and I’d fuelled my lust fires with little things: I used my lovely Ben-Wa ball set (a gift from Mehul) — two one-and-a-half inch diameter weighted orbs connected with a string that I fed into my cunt, each with its own little rolling ball inside. Every time I squeezed my vaginal muscles they pressed against my clit. I walked with my thighs pressed together, and every step I took made them move against my clit. It was slow, prolonged, deeply intense and incredibly heightening. Just before he came in, I started a triple-X-rated hardcore interracial porn flick. I was dressed in a completely transparent white saree with no underwear, but wearing my gold necklace, mangalsutra, bindi, sindoor, earrings, bangles, wedding ring and anklets on my feet.
It was just after eight when Ramu rang the doorbell; I looked through the door peephole to make sure it was him, slipped the Ben-Wa balls out and, standing behind the door, let him slide in and quickly shut and locked it behind him. He saw me and burst out laughing. He could see the state I was in. I flung my around his neck and pressed against him, trying to kiss him and simultaneously begging him to fuck me, telling him my cunt was on fire. He slid his hands under my sari and I moaned into his mouth when I felt his big, rough, hard hands on my breasts. My nipples were hard as nails in his fingers. He pinched them and I gasped and kissed him fiercely, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
“Ramu,” I gasped, “chodh mujhe! Jaldi se … jor se!”
“Ahiste, rahnd,” he laughed softly.
He pulled my arms away from his neck, jerked them up around his neck and pushed me back against the corridor wall and pressed his body against mine.
“Chudhvayegi kya, mere se?” he growled, his tongue in my ear and then over my lips. “Mere se chudhvayegi apne aap ko?”
“Hanh Ramu hanh!” I moaned.
He released me and walked away into the hall, peeling off his shirt. He flung himself onto the deep sofa and sprawled on it, his arms thrown out along the back. He turned his face to me and beckoned with his finger.
“Eh, rundi, idhar aa,” he commanded.
I went across. I noticed he’d undone his fly and wasn’t wearing undershorts. His big cock was still in his trousers; I could see the thick shaft. He grinned when he saw where my eyes were. He reached up and put his hand behind my head and pulled it steeply down to his crotch. I moaned, nuzzling his groin, pulling his cock out. He squeezed my breast hard in his hand.
“Le! Choos mere lavde ko!” he ordered.
Groaning with excitement, I took it in my mouth, flipping back the foreskin and sweeping my tongue over the thick cock-head. I loved the feeling, being treated like a wench like this. He pulled my sari up over my hips and slapped my buttocks sharply. I gasped and moaned. He struck me again, and again. My butt tingled with his blows and I felt my cunt getting even wetter.
“Bas,” he said, pushing my head back. “Ab ja, aur mere liye drink bana.”
I lifted my head. His cock was upright, temptation personified. He scowled at me. “Ja bola na? Chul, jaldi kar, rahnd!”
I wiped his pre-cum slime from my lips with the back of my hand and obediently went to fix his drink. I know what he likes: a large rum with lots of lime, ice and soda. I fixed the drink and brought it back to him, properly, on a tray, with extra ice, soda, lime juice and slices and the rum bottle. I put it down on the side table at his elbow and gave him the drink, just like a naukrani would. He grinned and spread his legs again.
“Ab chul. Vapis choos. Yahan, saamne aa ke.”
This time he let me kneel between his legs to suck his cock. With the back of his hand, he brushed the pallu of my sari off my shoulder, exposing my breasts. He caressed my face as I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking it heavily and slowly, labouring over it. The musky taste and smell of it made my head swim with lust. I loved its heat and thickness in my mouth. I cupped and squeezed his balls gently, then dropped my head, dragging my tongue down his cock-shaft to suck and lick the heavy orbs. He grunted.
I reached across him and fumbled in the tray for some ice and popped a cube in my mouth and quickly took his cock deep into my mouth again. He gasped sharply. I ran the ice cube around his cock head, melting it against his hot, hard cock flesh.
“Hanh … rundi hanh … aise hi choosti reh!” he grunted.
Over my shoulder, he was watching the porn flick. He raised the sound a bit, and the sharp gasping moans of the woman filled the room. It added to my arousal.
Ramu made me slave over his cock for a long time. Soon, my fingers and lips and cheeks were slippery with his pre-cum jizz. I licked it lovingly, savouring the taste. I ran the cock-head over my nipples and pressed it between my breasts.
I was completely on fire now. All the cock-sucking, Ramu’s nonchalant attitude, his rough hands on my head and face and breasts, occasionally leaning over to whack me on my bottom, making me gasp and moan.
“Bas,” he announced at last. “Ab chul … mere lund pe chadh ja. Naach mere lavde pe!”
Whimpering gratefully, I rose, my sari sliding to the floor. He kicked his pants aside. I straddled his hips and leaned over him and kissed him hungrily. His hands moved from my aching breasts to my waist. He held me aloft while I moved his cock-head to my cunt. Slowly, I sank my hips. His cock-head burst into my cunt. I gasped, flinging my head back. My cunt began tightening involuntarily on his cock-head. He held me still, with just his cock-head inside me.
“Ahiste … ahiste … ab kamar gol gol ghooma … ahiste … hanh … aise … hanh … aise, rundi, aise!”
It was utterly incredible! I obeyed, of course, swirling my hips in circles so that his cock-head moved around in my cunt. The feeling was quite extraordinarily intense. I gasped and moaned, flinging my head back, biting my lip, throwing out my chest, my arms stretched out and hands on the back of the sofa behind his shoulders.
“Ab neeche aa … ahiste … lele mere lavde ko tere chuth mein … hanh … hanh rundi hanh … aise … ahhhhhhhhhh uhh hanh uhhh ahhhhh bahut khub rahnd, bahut khub … ab chul, tere chuth ko jor se dabaa mere lavde pe … hanh! OhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAHHH hanh … ab chhod de … vapas dabaa … hanh uhh hanh … ab aage-peeche ragad … jorse rahnd! Hanh uhh hanh uhh hanh uhhh aise … chul … ab naach rahnd naach mere lavde pe!”
Picture it: the peon pulling me slowly deeper and deeper onto his massive cock, impaling me on it … then making me squeeze down on it with my cunt … release … squeeze … then grind my hips heavily back and forth, back and forth … and then, at last, allowing me to move, rocking up and down on his cock, sliding my cunt up the length of the shaft, then quickly jamming myself down on it … again and again.
I was beside myself with lust. I clung to his shoulders, flung my head back and howled my pleasure, my voice sounding strangely hoarse and guttural, my chest thrust out.
“OHHHHH UHH OHMA UH HANH UHHH OH GOD OH GOD Ramu Ramu Ramu UHHH HANH UHHH HANH UHHH OHMAUHHOHMA UHH OHMA UHHH HANH CHODH MUJHE Ramu CHODH MUJHE!”
My breasts jumped and bounced as I moved, my mangalsutra and gold necklace dancing and slapping on my skin. My breasts felt heavy and swollen to the point of bursting. My nipples were hard as little rocks. My cunt was on fire, in helpless spasms and convulsions on his cock. He rocked his hips up and down under me. His cock went in deep, piercing me.
Faster. He held my hips and began moving me, jerking my body violently up and down and leaned forward and sucked hard on one breast. I cried out again. He leaned back, released my hips and began to strike my breasts with the back of his hand. I gasped and moaned, each blow sending an electric current straight down into my cunt.
The peon fucked me for what seemed like forever, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
RamuA montage: he moves forward and carefully lays me down on my back on the large low square coffee table in front of the sofa. Kneeling on the floor, he fucks me unhurriedly, his hands squeezing my breasts, his hips rocking smoothly to and fro, his cock pistoning in and out of my cunt. On the table, I moan and whimper, my head flipping from side to side, begging him to fuck me like a whore.
On my front on the coffee table, Ramu kneeling behind me and making me do all the work, rocking myself eagerly back and forth, squirming my butt in his crotch, begging him again and again like a slut till, finally, chuckling, he takes over and begins to fuck me. He fucks me hard, holding my waist and whipping his hips back and forth and my cries are broken sobs and moans.
He is still not done with me. He releases me and walks away to the master bedroom with his drink, commands me to follow. Inside, he stands with his feet apart and makes me suck his cock again while he finishes his drink, one hand on my head, almost absently moving it back and forth. I have long since ceased to be a memsahib; I am now, quite simply, his slut, his whore, his rundi, his sex slave, unable to deny him anything he desires.
He stops me, makes me get on the bed on all fours facing the full length mirror and, standing at the edge of the bed, fucks me again from behind, his forearms crossed, hands on my buttocks, rocking my body back and forth before him while his hips grind to and fro. He begins to slap my butt again and his timing is perfect. I have yet another orgasm; I’ve had two already, but this one is also intense and overpowering.
Still he wants more. Lying on his back on the bed, he makes me mount him again, this time with my back to him, my feet on the bed and arms stretched out behind me. I groan tiredly, rocking heavily up and down, crying out as he thrusts up hard into me from underneath. My head is clouded and my senses are now numbed by the incessant pleasuring. I drown in the lust and the heat.
He pushes me off and turns me on my back and lifts my legs up high … and sodomizes me. I cry out, my arms flung out, my hands frantic on the sheet as he drives his cock deep into my rear channel, fucking me up the ass. The pleasure is incredible: sharp, searing, intense. He squeezes my breasts as his cock saws in and out of my asshole. I cry out with each thrust, my head flipping wantonly from side to side. He reaches down and bends his thumb into my cunt and I arch violently, and have yet another orgasm. He grunts and cries out, his handsome head flung back, his body rigid. My orgasm ebbs and he quickly jerks his cock out of me and, grabbing my head and hair, pulls my mouth to his crotch again. I kneel on the bed, bent forward and greedily suck his cock. I can taste all our juices on it. He groans, holding my head in both hands and pumping his hips to and fro at my face and then cries out, tossing his head back. I gasp, whimpering, jerking the peon’s cock, my fingers slippery with his cum-slime. I open my mouth eagerly. He explodes with a loud, shuddering moan. I whimper in pleasure. His cum spurts from his cock-head. It is a copious shower. The cum floods my mouth and spatters my face and eyelids and hair, my cheeks and breasts. It feels and tastes wonderful. I swallow what is in my mouth and smile lasciviously up at him and wantonly take his cock slowly in my mouth again.
His cum is on my mangalsutra too. I take the chain between my lips and lick it off, scoop it off my cheeks and eyelids and lick that too. I run my fingers through the puddles of cum on my breasts and massage it into my flesh. We sink to the bed, kissing. He can taste his cum off my tongue and lips. I squirm against him.
We fell asleep together, sliding into a deep and exhausted slumber. At some point in the early morning, he woke me with a caress and fucked me again, long and slow, making me whimper and gasp as his cock rocked stiffly in and out of my cunt. I took him eagerly. We came together, his cum filling my cunt and seeping over my thighs.
We woke late this morning and, within minutes, he was hard again, moving over me and into me and I sighed in pleasure, arching languorously under him as his cock drove into my flesh. I murmured lovingly to him, kissing him and caressing his hard body over mine, softly urging him on to yet another sweet release.
The End
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