Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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THE BINT FROM BOMBAY
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1

UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

THE HANDSOME YOUNG servant gasped softly in deep pleasure. He stood naked on the cool stone floor, his feet spread apart, his hands gripping the head of the seventeen-year old girl who knelt before him.

Her pretty face was distended with the size of his swollen penis. He grunted and pulled her face deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same time. She took his cock deep in her mouth, her hands clenching his buttocks, sucking hungrily.

He groaned again, arching his head, his eyes fluttering. Her mouth was wonderful, warm and moist and her tongue was like an electric eel, a thing alive, magical and irresistible.

"Yes!" he groaned. "C'mon ... do it! Suck my cock, bitch! Suck it!*Choos*, *rundi*! *Jorse* *choos*! *Choos* *mere* *lavde* *ko* ...*hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh *hanh* uhhh *aise* ... *chul*,*rundi* ... *jorse* ... harder, slut ... suck harder!"


She whimpered in excitement at his coarse, sexy words and took his cock deeper still in her mouth, sucking feverishly. The servant grinned to himself. He could hardly believe his luck.

Here he was, a mere servant, fucking the teenage daughter of the household -- and she was his whore, *his* whore, his to fuck and fuck and fuck as and when he fancied her.

He was the first man to fuck her, a few months ago and, so far as he knew, still the only one. He never ceased to marvel at how much she had learned and how quickly.

Her name was Shirlyn and she was bewitching. She was so lovely, so pretty, so sexy, slender and curved. He couldn't stop ogling her. She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears.

Her face was narrow so that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity.

Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a gbang, without a trace of the body hair he so disliked in the women he fucked. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin.

Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.

He had been with the family for some time now. It was a large, airy three bedroom flat in one of four buildings around a large courtyard in a crowded locality in Central Bombay.

The family was essentially *****, but they had converted to Christianity some generations ago. It remained a peculiar mix of the two religions -- very ***** in dress and speech and even in some food habits, but they all went to church and spoke English and ate beef.

It was a bit of a crowd, with ten people under one roof. He learned that Shirlyn's parents died when she was little and the house was shared by Shirlyn, her sister Sheila and their brother
Harry, who had one bedroom, and her father's two brothers, their wives and her four male cousins. Kenny and Lewis were the sons of her elder uncle, Stanley, and his wife, Rosie. Calvin, the younger uncle, and his wife Mollie, had Jerry and Peter.

Her uncles were in their forties. The elder boys were about Shirlyn's age, their brothers a year or two younger. Shirlyn's sister and brother were much older than she, and Shirlyn was brought up by her siblings.

With so many people sharing a limited space, there was constant tension and, frequently, there would be flare-ups and fights. The uncles tried to keep peace but there were times when they were forced to side with their wives, which only exacerbated matters. Being the youngest, and essentially dependent on the uncles, Shirlyn and her siblings were often isolated and picked on.

As he grew older, Shirlyn's brother afforded some protection but, without complete financial independence, he wasn't always free to act and speak as he felt.

Shirlyn grew up in this atmosphere, surrounded by elders, mostly men, with very little female influence or companionship of her own age. By the time she attained puberty, she was used to seeing the men move around the house bare-chested in their trousers or shorts or with towels or *lungi*s wrapped around their waists.

She had a lively mind and a vivid imagination and these, combined with the increasingly explicit quality of public media, soon turned the menfolk in the family from playmates and relatives to objects of fantasized desire.

In school, Shirlyn discovered the pleasures of masturbation. Her body matured early and she found she could elicit piquant sensations by playing with her breasts and slit. She spent hours playing with herself, pinching her nipples and rubbing her slit till, finally, there came the exquisite rush of heat that left her flushed and breathless.

Shirlyn was frequently alone at home. Her cousins were at work, her uncles and aunts and her brother and sister held day-long jobs. Shirlyn pretty much had the run of the house for several hours each day. As her fascination with sex and lust grew, she used this time alone to indulge her fantasies. She moved around the house naked, enjoying the thrill of it, studying her body in every reflective surface. She caressed herself on the rough curtain materials or ribbed corduroy upholstery.

She flipped through film magazines ogling the pictures of handsome film stars, studying the contours of their bodies or closed her eyes and imagined her cousins or uncles or the house servant, seeing the hardness of their torsos, the deep clefts in their chests, the strength in their arms and legs.