15-06-2019, 06:38 PM
The next afternoon, Anuja's delight was beyond imagination. Baban brought up four friends, two servants, a chauffeur and a cook. They were all handsome, virile youths with hard bodies and satisfyingly large penises.
The chauffeur was Anand, the cook Ratanlal. Hemant and Laxman were the two servants.
Anuja was wearing a long transparent white *kurta* and matching *salvar*. Under it, she wore only a tight, small bra that barely covered her nipples and nothing else.
The *kurta* was cut tight and close and her breasts strained at the material.
Her nipples and the dark aureoles were clearly visible. Between her thighs, the dark shadow of her crotch tempted the men's hungry eyes.
They gathered in the living room and Anuja felt a twinge of anxiety. She looked uncertainly at Baban and he smiled reassuringly and introduced her to the men. Anuja nodded.
There was a second's silence as each debated the next move. Baban came to the rescue. He pressed close behind her. Anuja stood still. His lips nuzzled the nape of her neck. Her eyes fluttered and her head arched.
He slid his hands up from her waist to her breasts. Anuja's eyes fluttered shut. Slowly, Baban plucked open the buttons of her *kurta*, one by one, and drew it open. The four servants saw her breasts; one of them gasped softly.
Baban's hands slid up to weigh her breasts and he squeezed them gently, caressing her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened in his fingers. Her lips fluttered open. Baban pushed his hands under her *kurta*'s lower hem and tugged at the drawcord of her *salvar*.
It rustled to her feet. He flipped the *kurta* up to her waist. Her cunt was exposed. Slowly, Baban drew the *kurta* off her head. She turned to him but he stopped her gently.
"Not me," he murmured. "Not me. Them."
He turned her around. Anuja looked at the servants with continuing trepidation. The driver, Anand, took the initiative and broke the ice.
"You're very lovely," he smiled. "Very sexy. I want to fuck you."
Anuja smiled in relief. He grinned gently and began to unbutton his shirt as he advanced towards her. Pausing before her, he opened his trousers and dropped them. Anuja looked down involuntarily, instinctively and gasped.
His penis was enormous. Still limp, it was at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick. The men chuckled at her reaction. She looked at them, at Baban.
"Are they all ... are they all like this?"
"More or less," Baban said and the men laughed softly and began to undress.
Looking at their hard, naked bodies, their muscular physiques and long, thick cocks, Anuja felt giddy with excitement. Anand smiled and stepped closer.
Anuja looked at him and a slow smile spread across her pretty face. Gently, her hand slid up his hard, smooth, hairless torso, tracing the contours of his muscles and she bent her head forward and slowly wound her tongue around one nipple.
Anand chuckled softly. Her hand crawled down his belly to his crotch and her fingers closed around the thick length of his penis.
"I want you," she murmured.
Anand's hands slid under her shoulders and she shivered when he cupped her breasts. They were already turgid with excitement, the nipples stiff, the dark aureoles puckered.
He squeezed both breasts and Anuja moaned and sucked on one nipple, then the other. She moved her lips and tongue across his chest to the other nipple and then dragged her tongue downward, over his rock-hard belly.
Her fingers worked his penis tenderly. Kneeling before the chauffeur, she moaned softly and dragged her tongue through his navel.
He was a handsome, sexy man, tall and lean with a V-shaped torso, hairless and muscular. His shirt was open and his trousers were puddled at his ankles.
His penis was enormous, at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick with heavy, low balls.
Groaning, Anuja caressed his cock and, dipping her head, dragged her tongue down the length of his shaft. Her hands slid up under her breasts and she lifted them erotically.
Rising slightly, she took his cock between her breasts, kissing and licking his belly sensuously.
The chauffeur was Anand, the cook Ratanlal. Hemant and Laxman were the two servants.
Anuja was wearing a long transparent white *kurta* and matching *salvar*. Under it, she wore only a tight, small bra that barely covered her nipples and nothing else.
The *kurta* was cut tight and close and her breasts strained at the material.
Her nipples and the dark aureoles were clearly visible. Between her thighs, the dark shadow of her crotch tempted the men's hungry eyes.
They gathered in the living room and Anuja felt a twinge of anxiety. She looked uncertainly at Baban and he smiled reassuringly and introduced her to the men. Anuja nodded.
There was a second's silence as each debated the next move. Baban came to the rescue. He pressed close behind her. Anuja stood still. His lips nuzzled the nape of her neck. Her eyes fluttered and her head arched.
He slid his hands up from her waist to her breasts. Anuja's eyes fluttered shut. Slowly, Baban plucked open the buttons of her *kurta*, one by one, and drew it open. The four servants saw her breasts; one of them gasped softly.
Baban's hands slid up to weigh her breasts and he squeezed them gently, caressing her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened in his fingers. Her lips fluttered open. Baban pushed his hands under her *kurta*'s lower hem and tugged at the drawcord of her *salvar*.
It rustled to her feet. He flipped the *kurta* up to her waist. Her cunt was exposed. Slowly, Baban drew the *kurta* off her head. She turned to him but he stopped her gently.
"Not me," he murmured. "Not me. Them."
He turned her around. Anuja looked at the servants with continuing trepidation. The driver, Anand, took the initiative and broke the ice.
"You're very lovely," he smiled. "Very sexy. I want to fuck you."
Anuja smiled in relief. He grinned gently and began to unbutton his shirt as he advanced towards her. Pausing before her, he opened his trousers and dropped them. Anuja looked down involuntarily, instinctively and gasped.
His penis was enormous. Still limp, it was at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick. The men chuckled at her reaction. She looked at them, at Baban.
"Are they all ... are they all like this?"
"More or less," Baban said and the men laughed softly and began to undress.
Looking at their hard, naked bodies, their muscular physiques and long, thick cocks, Anuja felt giddy with excitement. Anand smiled and stepped closer.
Anuja looked at him and a slow smile spread across her pretty face. Gently, her hand slid up his hard, smooth, hairless torso, tracing the contours of his muscles and she bent her head forward and slowly wound her tongue around one nipple.
Anand chuckled softly. Her hand crawled down his belly to his crotch and her fingers closed around the thick length of his penis.
"I want you," she murmured.
Anand's hands slid under her shoulders and she shivered when he cupped her breasts. They were already turgid with excitement, the nipples stiff, the dark aureoles puckered.
He squeezed both breasts and Anuja moaned and sucked on one nipple, then the other. She moved her lips and tongue across his chest to the other nipple and then dragged her tongue downward, over his rock-hard belly.
Her fingers worked his penis tenderly. Kneeling before the chauffeur, she moaned softly and dragged her tongue through his navel.
He was a handsome, sexy man, tall and lean with a V-shaped torso, hairless and muscular. His shirt was open and his trousers were puddled at his ankles.
His penis was enormous, at least eight inches long and correspondingly thick with heavy, low balls.
Groaning, Anuja caressed his cock and, dipping her head, dragged her tongue down the length of his shaft. Her hands slid up under her breasts and she lifted them erotically.
Rising slightly, she took his cock between her breasts, kissing and licking his belly sensuously.
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