30-06-2019, 02:03 PM
She was there, naked as the day she was born, being fucked, and fucked hard by a man Stanley didn't know, but obviously one of the servant-types. He had the strong, heavy features of a Maratha, a straight nose, a hard jaw, a wide, full mouth, dark eyes, thick hair, a dark mustache.
He was tall and big-boned, with a large, strong body, a deep chest, a hard belly, his torso matted with hair, his shoulders thick and broad, his waist narrow, his arms and legs bunched with musculature. His penis was enormous, an eight inch long and correspondingly erection with low, heavy balls.
They were hard at it on the bed. She lay on her front, her lovely face turned on one side, radiant with lust, her eyes closed and lips parted in a wide 'O'. Her legs were stretched straight out under her and spread wide open. Aman was over her on his knees and knuckles, his legs spread, too.
The bed was bouncing furiously with his manic thrusts. Sheila was gasping and crying out incessantly, her tone feverish. Aman fucked her hard and deep and fast. Stanley watched, rivetted, as Aman's enormous cock plunged deeply, dark and hard and thick and long, into the hair-rimmed vee of her dripping cunt. It rose steeply, then rammed back hard and fast, skewering her deep.
Aman panted and growled with mounting excitement. His hips bucked and bounced frenetically, up and down, up and down, up and down. His dark cock shone and glistened as it pistoned and pumped powerfully in and out, in and out, in and out.
Sheila's hips shook and her buttocks writhed and heaved and lurched beneath him. His cock surged into her flesh over and over again. Her breasts were crushed hard against the counterpane.
"OHHHHhhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHhhh Aman-Aman-Aman ohhhh uhh yes oh god yes yes yes!" Sheila cried loudly. "OHHHHHh uhhh OHhh uhhh OHH OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH!"
"C'mon baby take it ohhhh uhhh OHhhh uhhh ahhhhh uhh yes ohh god yes c'mon youslutyouwhoreyoubitchyou uhhh OHHHhhh uhhAHHHHHH UHH AHHHH UHH OHHBABY YEH YEH YEH YEH OHH YEH YEH YEH YEH!" Aman went.
His heavy set body gleamed with sweat. The hair on his chest was matted. Their bodies were visibly hot and flushed. A thin gold chain tossed and danced around his muscular neck.
As he watched, astounded, his erection straining at his trousers, Sheila and Aman changed position. He knelt low on the bed with his legs wide apart, and took her on her back. He held her thighs high in his hands. His hips rocked to and fro. His cock drove rhythmically, hypnotically in and out of her cunt.
His balls swung at her cunt-lips. Sheila moaned and panted, heaving and writhing uncontrollably under him. Her body streamed with silver sweat. Aman's head was flung back, his eyes closed and he was panting and gasping as he screwed the teenager. He began to jerk her back and forth on the bed, ramming her cunt down on his cock as he thrust his hips violently forward, moving her body with his hands on her thighs.
"Take it ... yes ... take it bitch ... take it ... OHhhh uhh OHhhh uhh OHhhyes c'mon you whore ... yes OHhhh yes take it slut!" he rasped. "*Chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *le*! *Lele* *mere* *lavde*
*ko*!"
"Oh-Aman-Aman-Aman-yesohgodyesoHHhh uhhh OHHh yes yes Ohhh yes oh uhh Ohhh uhh OHhh yes Ohhh god yesOH uhhh OH uhh!" she went.
On and on he went and the teenager gasped and cried out, her body jerking and snapping with his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling, her cries loud and lewd, her gold necklace dancing and flapping on her gorgeous breasts.
Suddenly, they slowed, stopped and Aman went back on his knees and Sheila turned around and buried her face in his crotch. Aman flung his body back, supported on one outstretched arm, his groin thrust up, his hand jerking Sheila's head violently up and down as she sucked his cock deep. Her head rose and fell, his cock shone as it went in and out of her distended mouth. She was jerking his cock at the same time, sucking and cupping his balls.
"Yeh ... suck it ... c'mon, whore ... suck it hard ... oh uhhh yeh ... suck my cock, whore ... suck harder! C'mon, whore, c'mon ... *choos*! *Jor* *se* *choos*, *rundi* ... *jor* *se* *choos*!" he panted.
Stanley could see that it excited her to have her face fucked. Aman's head was flung back and his lean hips juddered and shook and rocked up and down as he fucked her mouth faster and faster.
Sheila dug her hand between her legs and thrust two fingers into her cunt, her hips twitching in passion, as she masturbated rapidly, still sucking frenziedly on his penis. He exploded seconds later, coming deep in her mouth, shooting thick wads of his spunk into her mouth and down her throat, white trickles of gunk dribbling over her face and neck and breasts.
She shook off every last drop, and then gently licked his cock and balls clean. He saw her slow, lascivious smile, utterly wanton, the servant's grin. She got to her knees and they kissed and fell back to the bed and Stanley saw she was kissing him like a lover, shoving her tongue in and out of his mouth while he fondled her breasts and fingered her cunt. He rolled away from her at last and got out of bed. She lay there, naked, on her side, her head propped on one arm, watching him, a bitch-goddess in deep rut.
"Come back soon to fuck me, Aman," she smiled.
"Yeah. Sure. How much?"
Stanley's jaw dropped. *How much*? His niece was *whoring*? With the *servants*?
Without doubt she was.
"You know how much. The usual."
"Servant's special, eh?" the man laughed.
"Yes. Reduced rates."
The man chuckled and Stanley gasped as he saw him peel off a single hundred rupee note. On the bed, Sheila giggled and flipped on her back and spread her legs wide, drawing up her knees. Reaching down to her crotch with both hands, she pulled her cunt-lips open. The man chuckled and, folding the note down its length, slid one end of it into her slit. She bit her lower lip sexily, smiling up at him. He bent over her on the bed and kissed her, squeezing her naked breast.
"Mm ... I love the feel of money in my cunt," she murmured, squeezing the bulge in his crotch.
"Bitch, you love *anything* in your cunt," he laughed.
"Especially you."
"Liar. You say that to all the guys."
"Mm. Probably."
"Whore."
She smiled. "That's right. I'm a whore. And I love it. I love your cock, and I love your money!"
"How come you're so cheap?" he grunted. "Never understood that."
"I'm not," she said, drawing the money out of her cunt as he got up. "The other guys pay through their noses to fuck me. It's only you servants who get it at this rock-bottom rate."
"And no difference in service?"
"No. No compromise on quality."
"A real professional, hah?"
"Yeah. A real professional. Think of it like this; the rich fuckers subsidize you servants."
"Yeah, sure. What for? You could fuck more of the rich guys if you didn't fuck us."
"But, my heart, that's the point, isn't it? I fuck because I *want* to fuck, not because I *need* to fuck. And I just *love* fucking servants!"
Stanley ducked out into the kitchen. His heart was pounding in his chest and the blood sang in his head. His breath was short. He couldn't believe it. His niece, his own brother's daughter, a
common slut! A whore! A fucking whore! He peeked out into the hall and was just in time to see Aman coming out of the bedroom as another man came in through the front door.
They greeted each other, obviously familiar. The second guy wasn't a servant, he was better dressed, wore an expensive watch, carried a packet of State Express cigarettes in one hand, wore a snazzy wrist-watch.
"Good fuck, Aman?" the visitor said.
"Fantastic, Dilip-saheb," Aman chuckled. "As always."
"Hope you haven't tired her out. I'm feeling damned randy today."
Aman grinned wolfishly. "That's one bint it's impossible to tire, *saheb*. You could fuck her and I could fuck her and another six guys could fuck her and she'd still want more!"
They laughed. "Fucks like a lunatic," Dilip said. "And thank god for that!"
"Yeah. Right. Have a good time, *saheb*."
"Thanks. I intend to."
Aman went out of the house and Dilip stepped through into her bedroom. Stanley waited for a minute till he was sure they were inside and then crept out of the kitchen and looked into the room again.
They hadn't wasted any time. Sheila slouched low in a wide, deep armchair, her lovely legs cast over the arms, her elegant fingers clawing her cunt-lips wide open. She had put on a T-shirt and it was rucked under her arms, over her naked breasts. She wore nothing else. Her face was a vision of lust.
He was tall and big-boned, with a large, strong body, a deep chest, a hard belly, his torso matted with hair, his shoulders thick and broad, his waist narrow, his arms and legs bunched with musculature. His penis was enormous, an eight inch long and correspondingly erection with low, heavy balls.
They were hard at it on the bed. She lay on her front, her lovely face turned on one side, radiant with lust, her eyes closed and lips parted in a wide 'O'. Her legs were stretched straight out under her and spread wide open. Aman was over her on his knees and knuckles, his legs spread, too.
The bed was bouncing furiously with his manic thrusts. Sheila was gasping and crying out incessantly, her tone feverish. Aman fucked her hard and deep and fast. Stanley watched, rivetted, as Aman's enormous cock plunged deeply, dark and hard and thick and long, into the hair-rimmed vee of her dripping cunt. It rose steeply, then rammed back hard and fast, skewering her deep.
Aman panted and growled with mounting excitement. His hips bucked and bounced frenetically, up and down, up and down, up and down. His dark cock shone and glistened as it pistoned and pumped powerfully in and out, in and out, in and out.
Sheila's hips shook and her buttocks writhed and heaved and lurched beneath him. His cock surged into her flesh over and over again. Her breasts were crushed hard against the counterpane.
"OHHHHhhh uhhh OH OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHhhh Aman-Aman-Aman ohhhh uhh yes oh god yes yes yes!" Sheila cried loudly. "OHHHHHh uhhh OHhh uhhh OHH OH OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH!"
"C'mon baby take it ohhhh uhhh OHhhh uhhh ahhhhh uhh yes ohh god yes c'mon youslutyouwhoreyoubitchyou uhhh OHHHhhh uhhAHHHHHH UHH AHHHH UHH OHHBABY YEH YEH YEH YEH OHH YEH YEH YEH YEH!" Aman went.
His heavy set body gleamed with sweat. The hair on his chest was matted. Their bodies were visibly hot and flushed. A thin gold chain tossed and danced around his muscular neck.
As he watched, astounded, his erection straining at his trousers, Sheila and Aman changed position. He knelt low on the bed with his legs wide apart, and took her on her back. He held her thighs high in his hands. His hips rocked to and fro. His cock drove rhythmically, hypnotically in and out of her cunt.
His balls swung at her cunt-lips. Sheila moaned and panted, heaving and writhing uncontrollably under him. Her body streamed with silver sweat. Aman's head was flung back, his eyes closed and he was panting and gasping as he screwed the teenager. He began to jerk her back and forth on the bed, ramming her cunt down on his cock as he thrust his hips violently forward, moving her body with his hands on her thighs.
"Take it ... yes ... take it bitch ... take it ... OHhhh uhh OHhhh uhh OHhhyes c'mon you whore ... yes OHhhh yes take it slut!" he rasped. "*Chul* *rundi* *chul* ... *le*! *Lele* *mere* *lavde*
*ko*!"
"Oh-Aman-Aman-Aman-yesohgodyesoHHhh uhhh OHHh yes yes Ohhh yes oh uhh Ohhh uhh OHhh yes Ohhh god yesOH uhhh OH uhh!" she went.
On and on he went and the teenager gasped and cried out, her body jerking and snapping with his thrusts, her swollen breasts jiggling, her cries loud and lewd, her gold necklace dancing and flapping on her gorgeous breasts.
Suddenly, they slowed, stopped and Aman went back on his knees and Sheila turned around and buried her face in his crotch. Aman flung his body back, supported on one outstretched arm, his groin thrust up, his hand jerking Sheila's head violently up and down as she sucked his cock deep. Her head rose and fell, his cock shone as it went in and out of her distended mouth. She was jerking his cock at the same time, sucking and cupping his balls.
"Yeh ... suck it ... c'mon, whore ... suck it hard ... oh uhhh yeh ... suck my cock, whore ... suck harder! C'mon, whore, c'mon ... *choos*! *Jor* *se* *choos*, *rundi* ... *jor* *se* *choos*!" he panted.
Stanley could see that it excited her to have her face fucked. Aman's head was flung back and his lean hips juddered and shook and rocked up and down as he fucked her mouth faster and faster.
Sheila dug her hand between her legs and thrust two fingers into her cunt, her hips twitching in passion, as she masturbated rapidly, still sucking frenziedly on his penis. He exploded seconds later, coming deep in her mouth, shooting thick wads of his spunk into her mouth and down her throat, white trickles of gunk dribbling over her face and neck and breasts.
She shook off every last drop, and then gently licked his cock and balls clean. He saw her slow, lascivious smile, utterly wanton, the servant's grin. She got to her knees and they kissed and fell back to the bed and Stanley saw she was kissing him like a lover, shoving her tongue in and out of his mouth while he fondled her breasts and fingered her cunt. He rolled away from her at last and got out of bed. She lay there, naked, on her side, her head propped on one arm, watching him, a bitch-goddess in deep rut.
"Come back soon to fuck me, Aman," she smiled.
"Yeah. Sure. How much?"
Stanley's jaw dropped. *How much*? His niece was *whoring*? With the *servants*?
Without doubt she was.
"You know how much. The usual."
"Servant's special, eh?" the man laughed.
"Yes. Reduced rates."
The man chuckled and Stanley gasped as he saw him peel off a single hundred rupee note. On the bed, Sheila giggled and flipped on her back and spread her legs wide, drawing up her knees. Reaching down to her crotch with both hands, she pulled her cunt-lips open. The man chuckled and, folding the note down its length, slid one end of it into her slit. She bit her lower lip sexily, smiling up at him. He bent over her on the bed and kissed her, squeezing her naked breast.
"Mm ... I love the feel of money in my cunt," she murmured, squeezing the bulge in his crotch.
"Bitch, you love *anything* in your cunt," he laughed.
"Especially you."
"Liar. You say that to all the guys."
"Mm. Probably."
"Whore."
She smiled. "That's right. I'm a whore. And I love it. I love your cock, and I love your money!"
"How come you're so cheap?" he grunted. "Never understood that."
"I'm not," she said, drawing the money out of her cunt as he got up. "The other guys pay through their noses to fuck me. It's only you servants who get it at this rock-bottom rate."
"And no difference in service?"
"No. No compromise on quality."
"A real professional, hah?"
"Yeah. A real professional. Think of it like this; the rich fuckers subsidize you servants."
"Yeah, sure. What for? You could fuck more of the rich guys if you didn't fuck us."
"But, my heart, that's the point, isn't it? I fuck because I *want* to fuck, not because I *need* to fuck. And I just *love* fucking servants!"
Stanley ducked out into the kitchen. His heart was pounding in his chest and the blood sang in his head. His breath was short. He couldn't believe it. His niece, his own brother's daughter, a
common slut! A whore! A fucking whore! He peeked out into the hall and was just in time to see Aman coming out of the bedroom as another man came in through the front door.
They greeted each other, obviously familiar. The second guy wasn't a servant, he was better dressed, wore an expensive watch, carried a packet of State Express cigarettes in one hand, wore a snazzy wrist-watch.
"Good fuck, Aman?" the visitor said.
"Fantastic, Dilip-saheb," Aman chuckled. "As always."
"Hope you haven't tired her out. I'm feeling damned randy today."
Aman grinned wolfishly. "That's one bint it's impossible to tire, *saheb*. You could fuck her and I could fuck her and another six guys could fuck her and she'd still want more!"
They laughed. "Fucks like a lunatic," Dilip said. "And thank god for that!"
"Yeah. Right. Have a good time, *saheb*."
"Thanks. I intend to."
Aman went out of the house and Dilip stepped through into her bedroom. Stanley waited for a minute till he was sure they were inside and then crept out of the kitchen and looked into the room again.
They hadn't wasted any time. Sheila slouched low in a wide, deep armchair, her lovely legs cast over the arms, her elegant fingers clawing her cunt-lips wide open. She had put on a T-shirt and it was rucked under her arms, over her naked breasts. She wore nothing else. Her face was a vision of lust.
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