30-06-2019, 01:00 PM
Another voice now, no, two, no, three, all male, chuckling, calling, cheering and hooting loudly. Kneeling under the window, Pankaj cautiously raised his head over the sill, and looked inside.
He thought his heart had stopped beating. The sight that met his eyes took his breath away, then sent his pulse hammering in his head, and instantly, his cock was hard and erect, straining at his cheap cotton shorts.
At the same time, his jaw dropped open in shock, and he felt a sudden, sharp, painful knot hit his belly, as though he had been hammered in the solar plexus.
Vaishali was in the room all right. And she was with three men. He knew them all. They were the guard, the family chauffeur, and one of the servants. And, by the corner, grinning, watching, licking his finger and counting a wad of banknotes, his uncle, Raju.
Bahadur, the handsome guard who had deserted his post, was a short, sturdily built young man. He was fair-skinned and good-looking and obviously powerfully muscled. Pankaj could see that, even through the thick khaki uniform he still wore.
He was clean-shaven, with the slightly Slavic features of the hillsmen of the north. His eyes were slightly slanting, small and long, with the characteristic epicanthic fold to them.
He had high cheekbones and hollowed cheeks that gave his youthfulness an unexpected machismo. His ears were flat against his head, and his hair was long, swept back, jet black. He had a slightly stubby nose and a wide, lean mouth.
His body was obviously strong, with broad shoulders, a curved, hard chest, a firm belly, narrow hips and taut buttocks. His legs in the figure hugging trousers were strong and muscled. His butt was actually very small, very firm.
He wore a short-sleeved khaki shirt with epaulets and twin breast pockets, a broad black leather belt, tight trousers and heavy black shoes. Pankaj could see that his forearms were thick and hairless and corded with muscles, that his biceps bulged powerfully in huge swelling bunches of strength.
A whistle on a matching cord was looped through one epaulet under his arm. He was the man who had stepped out for a piss earlier. Now he stood at the rear of the room, a big grin splitting his face, showing very even, white teeth.
There was a mid-sized bed with a bare mattress on it, no sheets, no pillows. On the bed was Yaqub, the driver, leaning against the wall. He was a handsome devil, a dark, good-looking '., tall and well-built.
He had a square-jawed, angular face, with a hooked nose, thick brows, and deep-set, dark eyes. His cheeks, too, were hollowed, and his face was weather-beaten and tough. His lips were slim.
He sported a slight mustache. His face looked utterly macho, slightly cruel, very, very tough, not a man to cross lightly. His shoulders were wide and powerful, the chest was hard, deep, curved and cleaved, the arms were thick and bulging, the forearms veined and thick, the hands broad and strong.
His belly was hard and flat, his hips were small, and his legs were long and powerful. His torso was smoothly dark, hairless. His arms were stretched along the headboard, and he was clad in a lungi and a sleeveless vest.
There was a grin on his face. Pankaj knew he had been with the family for years and years. Pankaj liked him -- he had taken Pankaj for rides in the car once or twice.
The third man was Ramdev, one of the servants of the household. He was a dark man, like Yaqub much older than Vaishali, not as good-looking as the other two, but certainly well-built.
He wasn't very tall, and his features were slightly fleshy, the nose a tad too thick, the mouth a shade too fleshy, the eyes a bit too small. But he, too, was well built, with broad shoulders, a solid chest and hard belly, small buttocks and muscular legs.
He wore a pair of baggy short pants and a half-sleeved vest, and he was seated on a rickety wooden chair, the chair turned around under him, his arms folded along the backrest.
They were all looking at Vaishali, and Pankaj himself could barely keep his eyes off her. She was outrageously dressed, in some sort of houri ensemble. Her long hair was parted in the centre and braided, the braid ending in tassels that hung down her back.
There was a touch of *kajal* rimming her eyes, but no other makeup. She wore an upper garment, if it could be called that, which was really a sequined, shiny strapless brassiere.
It was knotted at the back, and it was very narrow and tight. It barely covered her bulging breasts, which were squeezed taut by the sheer tightness of it to make a devastatingly deep cleavage.
It was of some filmy material, and from the nipples there hung tassels.
Beneath, she wore a long, ankle length skirt of diaphanous muslin that was slashed up to either hip. She had worn it very, very low front and back, high on her hips so that it swooped down to her cunt from both hips.
Under it there seemed to be an even more transparent garment, and Pankaj could even see a flash of the dark thatch between her thighs. Most of her superbly curved body was exposed, her back almost entirely bare.
She had on a gold girdle, a small diamond nose-stud, gold and diamond earrings, diamond-studded gold bangles, gold, silver and diamond finger rings, silver toe rings on one toe of either foot, and sexy silver anklets that dipped low, and a long gold necklace.
She looked stunning.
He thought his heart had stopped beating. The sight that met his eyes took his breath away, then sent his pulse hammering in his head, and instantly, his cock was hard and erect, straining at his cheap cotton shorts.
At the same time, his jaw dropped open in shock, and he felt a sudden, sharp, painful knot hit his belly, as though he had been hammered in the solar plexus.
Vaishali was in the room all right. And she was with three men. He knew them all. They were the guard, the family chauffeur, and one of the servants. And, by the corner, grinning, watching, licking his finger and counting a wad of banknotes, his uncle, Raju.
Bahadur, the handsome guard who had deserted his post, was a short, sturdily built young man. He was fair-skinned and good-looking and obviously powerfully muscled. Pankaj could see that, even through the thick khaki uniform he still wore.
He was clean-shaven, with the slightly Slavic features of the hillsmen of the north. His eyes were slightly slanting, small and long, with the characteristic epicanthic fold to them.
He had high cheekbones and hollowed cheeks that gave his youthfulness an unexpected machismo. His ears were flat against his head, and his hair was long, swept back, jet black. He had a slightly stubby nose and a wide, lean mouth.
His body was obviously strong, with broad shoulders, a curved, hard chest, a firm belly, narrow hips and taut buttocks. His legs in the figure hugging trousers were strong and muscled. His butt was actually very small, very firm.
He wore a short-sleeved khaki shirt with epaulets and twin breast pockets, a broad black leather belt, tight trousers and heavy black shoes. Pankaj could see that his forearms were thick and hairless and corded with muscles, that his biceps bulged powerfully in huge swelling bunches of strength.
A whistle on a matching cord was looped through one epaulet under his arm. He was the man who had stepped out for a piss earlier. Now he stood at the rear of the room, a big grin splitting his face, showing very even, white teeth.
There was a mid-sized bed with a bare mattress on it, no sheets, no pillows. On the bed was Yaqub, the driver, leaning against the wall. He was a handsome devil, a dark, good-looking '., tall and well-built.
He had a square-jawed, angular face, with a hooked nose, thick brows, and deep-set, dark eyes. His cheeks, too, were hollowed, and his face was weather-beaten and tough. His lips were slim.
He sported a slight mustache. His face looked utterly macho, slightly cruel, very, very tough, not a man to cross lightly. His shoulders were wide and powerful, the chest was hard, deep, curved and cleaved, the arms were thick and bulging, the forearms veined and thick, the hands broad and strong.
His belly was hard and flat, his hips were small, and his legs were long and powerful. His torso was smoothly dark, hairless. His arms were stretched along the headboard, and he was clad in a lungi and a sleeveless vest.
There was a grin on his face. Pankaj knew he had been with the family for years and years. Pankaj liked him -- he had taken Pankaj for rides in the car once or twice.
The third man was Ramdev, one of the servants of the household. He was a dark man, like Yaqub much older than Vaishali, not as good-looking as the other two, but certainly well-built.
He wasn't very tall, and his features were slightly fleshy, the nose a tad too thick, the mouth a shade too fleshy, the eyes a bit too small. But he, too, was well built, with broad shoulders, a solid chest and hard belly, small buttocks and muscular legs.
He wore a pair of baggy short pants and a half-sleeved vest, and he was seated on a rickety wooden chair, the chair turned around under him, his arms folded along the backrest.
They were all looking at Vaishali, and Pankaj himself could barely keep his eyes off her. She was outrageously dressed, in some sort of houri ensemble. Her long hair was parted in the centre and braided, the braid ending in tassels that hung down her back.
There was a touch of *kajal* rimming her eyes, but no other makeup. She wore an upper garment, if it could be called that, which was really a sequined, shiny strapless brassiere.
It was knotted at the back, and it was very narrow and tight. It barely covered her bulging breasts, which were squeezed taut by the sheer tightness of it to make a devastatingly deep cleavage.
It was of some filmy material, and from the nipples there hung tassels.
Beneath, she wore a long, ankle length skirt of diaphanous muslin that was slashed up to either hip. She had worn it very, very low front and back, high on her hips so that it swooped down to her cunt from both hips.
Under it there seemed to be an even more transparent garment, and Pankaj could even see a flash of the dark thatch between her thighs. Most of her superbly curved body was exposed, her back almost entirely bare.
She had on a gold girdle, a small diamond nose-stud, gold and diamond earrings, diamond-studded gold bangles, gold, silver and diamond finger rings, silver toe rings on one toe of either foot, and sexy silver anklets that dipped low, and a long gold necklace.
She looked stunning.
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