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Mandakini's site seeing

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Roopa completed her quote and mailed to the client. As she fell down on the ground along with Narsingh while fixing the switch board, her body aches started appearing again. She had slipped on the oily floor yesterday night and before she could fully recover from that pain, again this incident happened. Over phone she consulted her family doctor. He said that the pain was arthritic in nature and there was no cure for this. Not satisfied with that answer, she consulted an ayurvedic doctor from procto app over phone. He prescribed an herbal medicine and advised her to have an oil massage in her back every day for 3-4 days. He said that she should better get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well.



Roopa liked his advice, but who would do that for her?  Who else ? Narsingh is there who is a certified masseur as per him and Lakshmi.  A woman masseur would have been better but in this remote area its difficult to find a lady masseur. So without any hesitation she has fixed on Narsingh who actually did some work on her body yesterday night when she fell down on the slippery floor. Whatever he did seemed to work and also he is familiar with these herbal medicine

The time was around 4 PM and every body else has gone for site seeing.  She called Narsingh over phone and asked him to come. The old wily cunning watch man came and stood in silence folding his hands and with his head down and said sorry for the accidental fall from the stool. She laughed it off and said “Narsingh , I badly need a massage, you said you are aware of herbal medicine and some tantric massage that would cure all my body pains right , can you do that now ?”

Narsingh was not able to control his joy but putting up a boring face he said “madam, yes I can do it. But it will take half hour to go to that ashrama  where I have complete set up. I would suggest we do it in a proper set up than in this guest house”

Roopa looked at the watch.. Still there is enough day light to go and come back. Anyway I need to trust him, no other choice. Roopa told “ok Narsingh let me get my stuff, we will do it in a proper place with all the arrangements”. Narsingh told her what to get.

Roopa came back in few minutes with her stuff. While getting ready to leave, Narsingh asks “Madam, should you prefer to take Lakshmi along with you?”. Roopa says not needed as she trusts him.

While walking along with Narsingh she was blushing, she could not imagine she would be getting massage from a man that too such low class ugly looking old man.  



They reached the hut which is on a small hill, the atmosphere is so quite there with the cross ventilation through the windows and pleasant aroma of nature mixed with the special dhoop sticks.  The sun is about to set and the birds are returning back to their destination.  Roopa liked that tranquil , natural  set up.

Narsingh went inside the hut which has a small bath tub, he filled the tub with warm water , roses, some herbal oil and lit the candles.

Narsingh asked madam to first take bath while he would be waiting outside setting up the massage table. He handed her special herbal soap and some lotion.

Roopa went inside, saw the bath tub and was very much excited about the whole set up. Definitely she wanted to come back for a more relaxing experience and even recommend Mandakini to come here



Roopa came out wrapped in white towel, Narsingh looked at her (from here on he would display his split personality.. outside a professional masseur and inside a voyeur ogling her beauty and voluptuous figure)

Such a high class married voluptuous proud woman will be touched, caressed, kneaded, pressed, mauled and finally fingered by this old rotten face full of pimples and red blisters ? Narsingh couldn’t believe his luck and god is kind to him , just laying his hands on such soft pinkish skin itself is a big blessing but the setup would be to take it beyond that… thanks to Lakshmi who counselled her to get her body massage done by this old man who is a super hero to several sex starved village woman. For a moment he felt sorry for Lakshmi as he couldn’t bang her during lunch time as he wanted to lay his hand on these beautiful city sluts… sorry these are nor some cheap whores.. these are all high class billionaire proud ladies . Narsingh’s mind is working over time. Now time for his body also to do its duty



“memsaab, are you ready for the massage?”

“haa..” , she doesn’t know what to wear , most of the massages she has got done in the city she was asked to wear the white towel she would always carry with her.

“memsaab, please wear a lose dress instead of being in the towel”

 

Roopa liked this idea of being in a dress than a white towel in front of this old man. Even though she convinced herself to be touched by this old man, she would never compromise on her dignity and royal upbringing. These cheap frills are to be done mechanically, you make me happy old man, I will pay you enough and we both would walk out as if nothing happened. Even though this is a massage to take care of her pains, any man touching her body, she wouldn’t compromise on her dignity. 

As instructed by Narsingh, she went inside and wore pink color cotton saree with a matching blouse. She loves to put on pink dresses as that suit her fair complexion very well.  She was asked to sit on the floor.




Narsingh sat behind her and loosened her lovely long, black hair and let it fall on the floor in a cascade. He started applying hair oil onto her hair. The whole room got filled up with the sweet fragrance of the hair oil. He praised her long hair and caringly applied oil to her scalp and then put his fingers through the strands of her hair. When Narsingh was massaging her scalp, she was trying to imagine how would he massage her back? 



Do I have to remove my blouse? Oh, No! She just shuddered to think that. Otherwise, how, she wondered, would he massage her back? She had a strange mixture of nervousness, shyness, uneasiness and what not! her heart began to throb as he was about to complete the massage with hair oil.

Narsingh applied the massage oil on his both palms and applied them on her forehead. She wondered why he was massaging her there, as she never had any pain in that region. Narsingh told her that massage is good for the body and it shouldn't be restricted to the pain region alone. Actually, a good massage should always start from the top - which what his trainer had told him. He gently massaged her forehead and then her cheeks and chin. He softly applied oil on the bridges of her nose and even cared to apply a bit of oil to her nostril openings. She relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing. He massaged her lips as well. After that his hands came close to her ears.

He removed her earrings. With a pair of Johnson buds, he carefully cleaned the interior of her ear and applied oil in every part of her external ear. Her body was put to rest. It was so relaxing, so enjoyable. Roopa wanted him to continue with her face for some more time, but Narsingh surely had more things to do. Narsingh's fingers slowly approached her neck. She was wearing a mangalsutra (a kind of gold necklace with black beads - a sign of married Indian ladies) and perhaps that was causing a bit of hindrance to his massage. He asked her if she would remove her mangalsutra. Unlike other Indian ladies, Roopa is free from any prejudice and she willingly unhooked that from her neck.




Narsingh took it from her and carefully put it on the bedside desk. He could then massage her throat and the neck region without any obstruction. After this, Narsingh took her right palm in his hand and gently rubbed it with his palm. Then he individually massaged each of her fingers. He was doing everything with such a great care that she had a great feeling of liking from within. He repeated the same things with her left palm. He was all the time talking to her and that must have helped in making the atmosphere easy. She was having pink nail polish on her nails. Narsingh smiled and joked, "memsaab, everything is pink for you today."  Roopa understood the double meaning in it but kept quite



With the oil on it, those were glittering. The next item of massage was surely her hands. Narsingh removed all her bangles from her hand.  He then rubbed her hands with force, sometimes pressing and kneading. She could sense that her blood flow was increasing and she was feeling hot, even though the ceiling fan was revolving right above her head. Narsingh gathered greater and greater strength and continued to massage her hands up to the elbows for some more time. Her blouse was covering rest of her hands.




When his fingers moved above her elbows, he softly whispered in her ears, "memsaab,   your blouse please”. Roopa guessed because of his shyness he couldn't complete the sentence, but she could clearly get the signal that he wanted her blouse removed. Although, she was under this tension for a long time before her massage, when the moment came, she was so much engrossed in the massage that she didn't hesitate to remove it. She unbuttoned the blouse from the front and Narsingh helped her to take it out of her hands. She had a bra inside and she covered the exposed parts of her back with the pallu (the upper part) of her saree.

Narsingh's fingers could now freely move above her elbows, right up to her shoulder joints and arm pits. He was saying that her hands were too soft and massaged them with greater strength and energy. She was having increased blood circulation and wanted him to continue the massage in this manly way. He then rubbed her shoulders and uncovered her pallu to the extent that he could completely massage the upper area of her back. He asked her how she was feeling. She admitted that the massage was bringing great comforts to her and he was surely doing a great job. While he was massaging her back and especially her pain region, she suddenly felt that all her pain had suddenly gone.

It was just incredible. She was deeply engrossed and she didn't even bothered to protest, as Narsingh's trembling fingers unhooked her brassier strap at the back. GOD! She was never prepared for this. Narsingh slowly removed her bras, as she tried to protect her boobs with her saree. The old watch man was sitting behind her and could freely massage all over her bare back. He started gently with her spinal cord and the regions around it and massaged with force when he came to the sides of her back. At one stage, she felt that his fingers were quite close to her breasts.

She was wondering what would happen, if his fingers accidentally touched her breasts! The moment this fear came to her mind, her heart started throbbing. She was torn between embarrassment and arousal. She realized she was getting horny - her face was getting red, her eyes were burning, her pulse rate was increasing and she started getting a sexy sensation between her legs. She knew that given the class difference between them, Narsingh would never dare to touch her there. But, somehow, at that moment, all her sexual desires, which were absent for the past few months got revived. She desperately wanted a male hand to touch her there. For the first time, she dared to have a dirty fantasy of old ugly watch man  grabbing her breasts. GOD! What am I doing? Am I forgetting all social norms and taboos? Am I still in my senses?

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Roopa realized all her powers of arguments, powers of thinking were gone. At that moment she only wanted a hard male squeezing of her breasts. She was desperately waiting for an accident to happen. But no! No accident was happening! His hands were still keeping a modest distance. She was getting restless for a touch. At one stage, she just pointed fingers to her boobs and asked with a husky, trembling voice, "Wouldn't you massage me here? " , she turned her face to him. The seventy plus year old man blushed and looked red. She tried to look at his pajama.

His swollen cock made it a tent and she could make out how horny he was. That made her more excited. She was trying to visualize his erect manhood inside his pajamas and felt that her hot cunt started tingling strangely and she could sense her molten cunt cream after a prolonged period of abstinence from sex.  "memsaab, I -- I thought you wouldn't allow me to do it there --" he was clearly stammering in excitement and fear. 

"No, no, you are a very good person Narsingh. Why should I mind? After all, it's a massage isn't it?" , she tried to assure.  Narsingh could not wait any longer.




He oiled his palm again and pressed her breasts. GOD! Was she cheating her husband? She surely was. She was married for 8 years. It was for the first time in her married life that a person other than her husband had taken control of her breasts. "Ohh...! Squeeze it.... ! Squeeze it more...!" that's what she wanted to shout, but she tried to apply her control. 

Narsingh was faithfully oiling her breasts,  her hard nipples, the black circles surrounding that and all over. He was doing with his both hands- sometimes softly, sometimes tightly, giving a different sensation at every moment. GOD! Who taught him to be a lover like this? Nature? She wondered. 





For the first time, Roopa started making verbal expressions. "Don't feel shy - do it nicely, a---h just like this!" Narsingh was too excited to talk to her. He faithfully obliged and drove her wild with greater and greater ecstasies. While Narsingh was cupping her breasts, his hands were working under the pallu of her saree and she was still careful in not exposing her breasts completely. Actually, he was still sitting behind her and although her boobs were completely in his possession, those were out of his direct view.



After completely satisfying her with the breast massage, Narsingh's hands reached her belly. She was enjoying the tickling sensation, especially when his index finger reached her navel. He put some extra oil inside that to make it a pool and tapped there a few times. While he was caring this region, she was trying to imagine the next part of his massage. Where would it be? Below her waist and lower belly? 

God! She couldn't imagine anything more. Her sex-starved cunt was creaming with a fresh supply of cunt juice. It was paining. She was dreaming if she could get a massage right till there. "Oh, Boy! Do it! Do it till there. It's just for the sake of a massage - so don't feel shy ---" No, she was certainly not bold enough to utter these things in reality. Instead, she was trying to apply her willpower to control such dirty desires within her. 

She was unable to explain how could a shy housewife like her, who is ever faithful to her husband, could adventure this much with the old watchman. When he completed massage of her upper part, she quickly got up without allowing any possibility for a massage anywhere in her lower part. Just after the massage, she hurriedly went for a bath.


She was getting restless to undress herself and take care of her wet cunt. She tried to imagine Raveender, her husband, while masturbating, but all her imaginations got shattered when she tried to figure out what Narsingh might be doing with the massive manhood, which he had developed for the past half-an-hour. Maybe, he had rushed to  other toilet and now he might be vigorously beating his flesh to release his load. 

She was finger-fucking herself and the imagination of Narsingh's masturbation made her more and more horny. Oh boy! She was cumming, cumming all the way. Would Narsingh be releasing his load by now? She could visualize those jets of thick white sticky semen made up a mess on the floor and that drove her orgasms to a new peak.

Before coming under the shower, she looked at her nude figure in the mirror. Her breasts were still warm and reddish with the increased blood flow resulting from the massage. She had a close look at her breasts. Every square millimeter area of her breasts was glittering with oil. Narsingh hadn't missed a single spot. She was looking at her breasts with utter disbelief that these were handled by another man today and that too with her own invitation.

She came under the shower and soaped her whole body. It took quite some time to wash out the stickiness of the oil. At the end, she was feeling fresh. There was a feeling of easiness in her whole body. She never knew that massage makes one feel so good, so relaxing it is! She wiped her body with a towel, got dressed and came out. Narsingh served her green tea. 

There was an uneasy calmness in the room. While she was still trying to recover from her arousal that resulted from the happenings of today, Narsingh too was looking unusually quiet. For him, my guess, it was the first touch of a female breast and he might have been trying to recover from the sexually explosive shock that he received. 




Giving green tea is indication of end of massage, but her body was so much hot even after taking a cold bath and helping herself and made a mess on the floor , she shamelessly climbed the massage table and lied there indicating him that she wanted more massage as she cleaned herself of the oil and took bath.

Narsingh knows this is a pattern for most ladies, when they tasted his touch, they would want more. Roopa madam is no exception, however rich she might be , at the end she is a woman looking for a clandestine sexual partner in such remote village..     He removed her earrings, her mangal sutra, her bangles, her blouse and her bras - one after the other without any uneasiness that was present on the previous occasion. 

When his hands at last rested on her eager breasts and was pressing her hard erect nipples, she moaned loudly, expressing her passion, as he built up his strengths more and more. 




He started squeezing her breasts, moving both his palms all over them to make them slippery with oil. Should she give him a glance of what he has done to her breasts? The moment this thought came to her mind, she felt her whole body getting baked in the heat of passion. No, not now, she thought. When he finished massaging her top half, she was so deeply engrossed in pleasure that it was difficult for her to leave it at that stage. She wanted more of it. Yes, in the lower part of her body. 

Yes, she wanted it, rather she was dying for it. And, she had to say at last, "Narsingh, it's wonderful. I can't stop here. Wouldn't you do it more now?" She almost begged with lust. Now, she turned to him.  Her breasts were exposed. He was too excited and speechless. Maybe, he never dreamt of this situation in a owner-watchman relationship.

Nor did she, but it was. At that moment, she was ready to gift her body to him. She looked at his tent. It was steadily going up and up. The region in his pajama was getting more and more soaked with increased pumping of his juice. It's a human body. 

Our mind may understand taboos, morality, inhibitions and other forbidden aspects, but body doesn't. When a river is desperate to break its embankments, you can't stop it. And in moments, when the lust is too strong, your mind won't listen to you. The desperate river will wash away the dams that you may like to construct.

She wanted to touch his throbbing cock. But immediately felt that at least he must complete the massage before anything gets out of control.  Narsingh asked her to lie down on her stomach.  Her sari was almost unwrapped. She took out the folds of her sari underneath the petticoat and removed it completely before lying down on the massage table. Her petticoat was the only garment that covered the lower part of her body and she didn't wear any panties. After she lied down on her stomach, Narsingh had to start his next part of the job.



"memsaab,  will it be there on your body?”  He asked with a clumsy voice, pointing to her petticoat. Her sexual tensions were at its peak, but still she hesitated for a moment to directly answer. Certainly, Narsingh was not courageous enough to remove her last piece of garment without her verbal consent. She was silent. 

Her cunt was quivering and she felt that all her juices would now burst out of it. She desperately wanted her petticoat out of her body. Still she was silent. What was holding her up? Social norms, taboo, age difference? Perhaps everything and perhaps nothing. Narsingh started massaging lower part of her waist, while the petticoat was still on. "How will you do it unless it is removed?”



She tried to keep her voice steady, but it obviously betrayed, as the fire within her was on. Narsingh's fingers reached the knot of the petticoat string. She helped him to unfasten it and the rest was done by him. He pulled her petticoat down and down furthers, below her buttocks, thighs, legs and toes. He took out the ornament from her legs. 

She was completely naked, there wasn't even a piece of thread attached to her body, it was the body that God had gifted to her, with nothing more added to it. While Narsingh was removing her petticoat, she wanted to make the whole atmosphere so very natural that she told him with a husky voice, "What's the point in being shy before you?" as if to suggest that Narsingh was so close to her.

 


She tried to introduce some innocence in her words and it sounded so very exciting in her own ears. Even two days before, could she ever believe that she would dare to lie down completely naked in front of such a old watchman? What was unthinkable two days back, was a naked reality today. She was not in a state to think of the shame and embarrassment that was so natural for a lady, with no exception of herself.

Her mind just drove her wildly into a new state, where she rather enjoyed and was excited by her own nudity in front of this old lund. Let him look at his lady mistress. Let him be proud of his wonderful massaging power that could transform her lady mistress into a state where she was burning with forbidden lust for him. Has any lady ever dared to lie naked in front of her watchman and passionately wish for a penetration? 

Is it that she was the first woman to do this daring act? Possibly yes and she was feeling proud about it. It was this sense of pride and her ever-growing excitement that took her shame completely away. She closed her eyes and completely surrendered herself to this old matured masseur. His hands reached her ass cheeks and quite fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of his fingers could penetrate quite deep into her flesh, all the way upto her bones. He was using both his hands, in a rhythmic  way.



''Ahhhhhhh...Mmmmmmmmmmmm..... Ahhhhhh...'' were the uttering that she was unconsciously making out of her mouth. OH! It made her feel so... good! As he pressed her buttocks, she could feel more and more pressures on her bare cunt, which was clearly spoiling the bed sheet underneath. Unknowingly, her fingers went there to touch her clitoris. "Do it nicely, everywhere" she said, without clearly explaining the word "everywhere". She wasn't sure what massage did the word carry to Narsingh. She didn't dare to look at Narsingh's condition.

She guessed that his erection would now be at its peak and he must be close to reaching his orgasm. He might be desperately trying to close his floodgates and prevent any embarrassment in front of her. Narsingh's oily palm slowly went up slope up to the crest of her ass cheek and then traveled down slope. Just then, there was a ring in her mobile. The phone was within her easy access. "Honey where are you?" Was the question from her husband. "Haa…  I am out with Narsingh" She replied. Narsingh's palm was drying up as he had to oil a large lump of flesh.



Narsingh put some fresh oil on his palm and continued massaging her buttocks. After a momentary pause she could listen to Ravi’s voice. He just wanted to tell her that they came back to guest house . In the meantime, Narsingh was kneading her oily buttocks from both the sides. Before going off-hook, Raja asked "With Narsingh?''  "Haa.. why ?'' she asked. Ravi was understandably in a state of confusion,  

It was not possible for him to even wildly guess that his wife was getting a nude massage from that old watchman and at that very moment. The reason for eairy silence between the couple is the innocent young vulnerable Vennela. He knows that Mandakini would have already sent some pics where he was flirting with the young girl. Roopa also doesnt want to spoil her mood now by raising that topic. Thats why both were silent

Narsingh's palm was deeply buried inside her ass crack and was trying to locate her ass-hole. He carefully oiled her there too. She felt a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of her body. Along with the pain, there was so much of an illicit pleasure in it! His hand almost touched her pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it. Thereafter, Narsingh started massaging the backside of her thighs. His fingers then rolled over to the front side of these.



He was still not tired, but continued to grow in strength she felt. He went further on: her knees, her legs, her toes and even up to her toe nails. She just can't describe how wonderfully he did. You have to imagine that. Her entire body was shivering in pleasure - something she had never experienced before. And where was her pain, because of which she had agreed to a massage in the first place? She tried to sense her backache, but believe it or not, she couldn't even feel a trace of it.  She had already crossed the point where she could tell him to stop for the day.

By then, her cunt was feeling restless to accept the strong manhood of that old watchman, which was harder than a steel rod and was about to explode. She had fully revived her sexual passion and she was desperately waiting for a hard rock like cock to penetrate her with a force. She felt that her heart beat was going to cross all possible limits. After finishing her toes and the nails, Narsingh paused. Both of them were speechless. There was an uneasy calmness, exactly the way it happens before a storm. He hadn't yet massaged her dark hairy triangle and she was in no way prepared to leave that out !!!

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Even after a month.. Roopa is yet to recover from Narsingh's company , all sins cant be washed off with money.. few memories will linger in your mind and travel with you for ever !!! Narsingh is an addiction for sure !!!

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Extremely hot and erotic story. Let this first sex encounter between Roopa and Narsing to be extremely exciting and erotic so Roopa will foget her loving husband.

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Perhaps Narsingh too was eagerly waiting for a signal from Roopa madam. He rubbed his palm again on her nude body, this time moving up and sideways. His palm moved up to her thighbone and his fingers rested on her groin. Was he waiting for her to tell about further massage? She touched his fingers and slightly raised the left side of her body, leaning right ways. Still, she was a bit shy about exposing her dark hairy pubic triangle before him. Instead, she dragged his and her hand together and rested them on her bushes. That served two purposes. Her hairy triangle was still hidden from his direct view and at the same time, she was getting a manly touch close to her pleasure zone. He must have sensed her wetness there. He was looking so much excited.

She sensed his body heat, which was melting more and more cum within her. She turned her body sideways and gave the first frontal view of her naked body from the front. Her nipples were still very tight and erect and Narsingh was standing like a vessel containing vigorously boiling water. Being so much excited, he must have forgot that his job was to massage her and stopped moving his hand anywhere else. Also, how could he, because her left hand gripped his palm tightly. She was dying to tell him that she needed a massage in her most sensitive part, but how to tell? She couldn't find a right hindi term for that region which wouldn't sound vulgar. She tried to use a childish word to pretend a kind of childish innocence in the whole process. "Won't you do it in and around my pee-hole?”

Her tongue was drying up and her throbbing heart-bit was about to cause a heart attack she felt. With renewed encouragement, Narsingh pressed his palm around her pubic triangle in a bid to massage there. His palm was getting thoroughly soaked with her cunt juice. Narsingh was standing quite close to her now. She could now touch his manhood. She did. Was she touching a hot iron rod? She couldn't feel the direct heat, as his pajama's fabric was protecting his cock. She unfastened its string as she herself lay down on her back, parting her thighs wide apart.

The sliding of his pajama halted, as its top front portion was unable to slide past his massive erection. She started laughing wildly out of her own excitement as well as the big dirty fun that was involved with it. She gave his pajama a small jerk and then it fell down, exposing his massive erection. He wasn't wearing anything on the top and so, this made him completely naked. She was amazed by the magnificence of his dark, strong, rustic body of his. 

His cock head was pink and the over stitched skin on top of it was shining. The pungent smell that hit her nostrils made her to forget about the extreme hygiene standards she looks for. She sensed he was about to lose his erection because of his nervousness,  unpreparedness of the situation.

Did she forget how his strong fully erect cock fucked Lakshmi in his hut when she accidentally saw them while going for jogging ?



She touched him there again, as his cock swelled up within seconds under her fist. His fingers went into her cave. His index finger touched her clitoris and she moaned, almost reaching her orgasm. She could smell her own juice and the drops that oozed out of his cock into her palm. With the rustic smell coming out of his naked body, the smell of olive oil from her own naked body and the combined smell of our love juices made the entire environment so seductive! "You have to use this tool to massage me there", she said, tapping his cock gently with her fingers. She was trying to suggest that she couldn't wait any longer for a coital pleasure.

Instead of telling that directly, she tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's a part of the job that he had willingly volunteered. "Madam, is it true?" Narsingh was too excited to express his feelings beyond this. At this point, she wishes to draw an analogy with an approaching storm, as she mentioned before. During the peak summer months and in some parts of northern India, late in the afternoon, we find an accumulation of dark rain-bearing clouds in the sky.
  


After a lull, when a mild soothing breeze starts and the trees start dancing, you know that the storm is about to start. The storm was approaching as Narsingh came on top of her. His cock head was now resting on her triangle. His body was shivering as he rubbed against her nudity. She grabbed his cock again and moved his organ close to her opening. "Lower yourself here --ahhhh--- and press..." She felt the soothing breeze and the dancing of trees as his eager cock head pierced her wet opening.

It was thoroughly wet to guide him deeper and deeper down, upto the end of the tunnel.
 
"Ahhhhhh...Hhhhhhhh..... More...deeper...deeper.... ahhhhhhh" she cried out, as the old watchman went further and further in. Where was the pain that prevented her from coital relations so long? It was incredible. She revived her passion through an extremely forbidden relationship but it was a naked truth. She was overjoyed. She wanted to cry out, "See Ravi, look here, this is how to do it....". But, it wasn't Ravi. It was the seventy year old watchman, with whom she have just started an illicit relationship, only for a day or two! "Now you can start the massage " She said in a naughty manner. 



She wanted to make him understand that fucking is just a part of the massage. She could then feel the trees and the leaves dancing. And there was a storm in no time, as he started the rhythm. "Ooooohhhhh...Narsingh. Harder! Faster! Do it... ahhhhhhh..." "memsaab, ever since you came to the guest house, this was always my dirty wish. ahhhh... I --I never knew ---- it would be true some day.... ahhhhhh..", he said while both of them were deep deep inside their coital pleasure. There was a storm all around her. A storm that was threatening to blow everything up and it did.

She could hear the murmurs of the storm. Everything was deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It ended in rains, as both of them reached their ultimate climax in half hour and her cunt got flooded with Narsingh's love juice. She kissed this old man before getting out of the bed. He was looking at her with gratitude, as if to say that best possible reward for the wonderful massage that he had offered to her.



But what has happened in that half hour is something Roopa will never ever forget in her life

His brutal battering ram entered her so suddenly and so deeply that she felt as though all the air had been knocked out of the lungs. It seemed that what Narsingh had done earlier during the massage, but just an extension of their tortuous foreplay, an appetizer for the banquet which was yet to come. There was going to be no more holding back. Narsingh was going to really fuck her now; hard, fast and deep.

Before she was able to take a breath Narsingh had lifted her to the tip of his sch-long and then slammed her back down. Soon he started to hit a steady rhythm, pushing his huge pussy pounder deeper and deeper inside her.

She tried to cope with what he was doing to her, tried to hold out, tried to stop herself from succumbing totally to this beast. But it was to be a losing battle, and a short one. Screams were now flooding out of her mouth as she gasped for air, like a drowning swimmer frantically doing their best to keep their head above water. Each thrust of Narsingh’s rapier drawing another wail of anguish as she felt her cunt being stretched further and further out of shape.

It was painful at first. The pounding was just relentless as Narsingh grunted with each thrust. He was pushing his rampant dick further inside of her than her lame husband had ever reached before, hitting nerve endings that she had never even known existed. It took a long time to get used to the sheer physical brutality of what was happening to her. Narsingh was tearing open her pussy, drilling a huge tunnel in which to accommodate his monstrous cock.



She was yelping like a bitch on heat, barely able to stay conscious never mind do anything else. But eventually, she started to get used to the depth of intrusion. Her cunt started to grow accustomed to his hardness and the pain started to be replaced by an all-consuming pleasure.

Narsingh was really going for it now. Each thrust of his hips plunged his dick further and further inside her now completely defenseless pussy. Every time his plunger reached new depths she felt another jolt of endorphins race through her, as her cunt twitched and convulsed in ecstatic pleasure.

She felt physically exhausted, but still hungry for more of Narsingh's amazing cock. Like an addict she needed more, much more to feed her insatiable lust for this sexual God.



"Harder. Fuck me harder Narsi !" She wanted to scream, but she was only able to pant. "Fuck me like you really mean it."

It was a final taunt, a last hurrah, a closing sneer. If she was going to go down, she was going to go down fighting. Almost instantaneously she felt Narsingh's dick accelerate, like a car going up into top gear, as though he was affronted that she was still able to speak. His thrusts became faster and longer as he filled her up even more. It felt like she was being fucked by an iron bar, he was so hard, so strong, so powerful. And she was loving it. Loving every second of it.

"Ugh. Yes. Take my dick, memsaab. That's all your good for, isn't it? Taking dick in your tight holes."

"Yes." she whispered hoarsely, barely able to respond in the face of this new onslaught.

She could deny it no longer. She could hold out no longer. She could pretend no longer. In that moment she finally realized and accepted how naive she had been. Gone was her cocky bravado. Gone was any pretense that she could master this monster. Gone was the idea that she could ever hope to tame this beast.



Narsingh was panting a bit now as he exerted himself even more. He was fucking her so hard now that the rich proud hot married woman couldn't make a sound, it took all her effort just to keep breathing. The room was filled with the noise of their hips colliding faster and faster as they both grunted heavily. He was fucking her so hard now that it felt as though he could fuck her right through the massage table that she was on.

And still he reached further inside her, seemingly impossibly there was still more dick for him to supply, as though it would never end. Even at this fast pace he was able to keep up a metronome routine, pounding her with the efficiency of some sort of specially designed fucking machine.

She was starting to struggle again as the pleasure coursing through her started to overwhelm her. It was like her mind was unable to process the feelings she was experiencing, he was literally fucking her brains out.



As she looked at where our two bodies intersected as Narsingh continued to pummel her insides. And suddenly she was cumming. Cumming harder and more powerfully than she could have even thought possible. She squirted what seemed like gallons of cum, as though a balloon had been burst inside her.

What had pushed her over the edge was the sight of her stomach being pushed outwards with each thrust of Narsingh's might dick. Like a straw breaking a camel's back, this shocking demonstration of his size and power had been too much for her.

In that moment time seemed to be suspended, as she felt a psychedelic moment of such total bliss and serenity that it transcended the physical. All conscious thought was driven out of her mind as the most explosive orgasm ripped through her body. All the build up, all the agonizing teasing, and now a solid half an hour of the hardest most brutal fucking she had ever experienced seemed to have pushed her totally over the edge.



She was no longer Roopa. She was simply Narsingh's whore. His incredible fuck muscle had sent her to a sexual stratosphere that she would not have thought possible until she had experienced it for herself. All she knew was that this feeling, of total sexual satisfaction made the rest of her life pale into insignificance. That was the moment something snapped inside her brain and she knew what she truly wanted in life. To experience this sexual high, which only this beast Narsingh could provide.

It was with that thought that she lost consciousness, surrendering to her own sexual exhaustion.

THUD

She opened her eyes blearily and came face-to-face with Narsingh. His rugged sweating face just inches from her. But instantly she knew that he was unhappy. Really unhappy.

"Finally. memsaab." He growled at her anxiously as she saw his hand move back away from her face and back down to my ass. "You might have finished madam, but I certainly haven't."

And he was right, she could feel his hard pole resting on her still panting stomach, covered in the greasy slobber of her cunt juices. Once again, she saw that pitiless, ruthless stare boring into her and she couldn't help but shiver as she lay in this titan's arms, completely at his mercy.

Without another word he picked her up and got down from the massage table and he suddenly dropped her onto the floor and she hit the ground with a thud, rolling a few feet as she did so. She no longer knew which way was up and which way was down. Her brain was as much of a mess as her cunt. As she looked upwards into the strobe lighting she saw Narsingh descending and then felt herself being pulled up onto her feet.

"Twerk for me, madam. Grind your ass against my huge dick."

As if in a trance she did as she had been told.

WHACK



She jumped as she felt Narsingh's huge hand hit her ass.

"Hurry up madam, I haven't got all night."

Roopa was not particularly happy the way he has hit her ass and looked at her as his bitch. She gave a stern warning to Narsingh to better behave himself or else the show will be off.

The old man realized his mistake and with an apologetic face said sorry madam.

Without another second of hesitation she bent over and started twerking, backing her ass into Narsingh's crotch. She was being fast and frenetic now, jolting about like a junkie on a trip. She was pushing her ass back into Narsingh and she could feel my cunt dripping now as she felt his huge fuck bone pressing up against her ass.

She felt Narsingh leaning forward, his huge arms reaching round her body until he planted them on her bouncing tits. Suddenly, and without any warning, he violently twisted both her nipples simultaneously.

She twitched involuntarily as a wave of pleasure rushed through her instantly, as she experienced a wholly new sensation. Even her husband had ever had the guts to do something like that to her before. Too scared of her  she realised he had all been a little boy. Narsingh was a man. A real man. A man that knew how to take control, take charge and take ownership of what was his.

Her cunt was now aching more than it had ever ached before in her life. She had never, ever felt this way and so she was struggling to control her rampant emotions.  Never before had she felt as horny or as desperate as she did now, completely at the mercy of a man who knew how to play her like a violin. Even though she had only just been fucked to within an inch of her life, already she wanted Narsingh to do it to her again and she didn't care it was already late in the night


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Waiting for the next update.

show some concern to the writers bro, in spite of requesting to click on Like button, you chose to ignore it and asking for update ? in last 4 days i gave  4 updates..   

its this kind of lethargy that deters the writers to put any effort... think bro...

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My sincere apologies for my earlier actions. I never meant to be disrespectful, I was simply amazed by the story and your incredible writing skills, despite what I said in my earlier message. I have liked all the posts related to this story as I understand and respect your request.
 
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"Who owns you, bulbul ?" Narsingh whispered seductively in her ear, while continuing to massage her breasts. Roopa couldn’t stop laughing the way he called her as bulbul… is he imagining her as his concubine Lakshmi ?

Breathlessly she managed to pant, "You."

"Damn right I do. And what do you want me to do with you bulbul ?"

Their bodies were pressed firmly together now and she could feel his huge schlong gyrating up and down her ass crack. It was like torture for her, that prime piece of beef just inches away from her needy cunt. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as her whole body began to feel sensitive and raw to each of Narsingh's touches.

"Fuck me."

"Sorry bulbul, I didn't quite here that."

"Fuck me." I said a bit louder.

"No, still can't hear you."

"FUCK ME!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. "Take that huge dick of yours and ram it into my pussy and fuck me senseless."

The whole room began to blur and lose focus as her body became entirely consumed with her out of control lust. She dimly noticed the darkness outside, but at that moment it couldn't pierce her consciousness, which was entirely focussed on what Narsingh was doing to her.

Grabbing hold of her hips he forced her to bend forward, exposing her tight ass. She knew what was going to happen next and braced herself, waiting for his baton to enter her once more. But yet again Narsingh took her by surprise, a surprise that sent a pulse of fear through her that was so acute that she thought she might vomit.

She felt the huge head of his slick cock resting on the entrance to her asshole.

"No. No you can't." The words had left her lips before she had managed to form a conscious thought.  She had never let her husband any where near her ass. Of course he wanted to.  She had always thought that was something only whores did. She couldn't let Narsingh pop her anal cherry. It just wouldn't work. He'd break her like a china doll. And the depth of her fear and revulsion had driven all thought for who she was talking to from her mind. Her thoughts were broken

"What did you say?" Narsingh's voice was deep and menacing, as though daring her to repeat her insolence. "What are you?"



"I'm a wh …, I'm your wh ….?" she answered automatically, remembering her situation.

"What else?" Narsingh's voice was calm, but she could sense the danger in it as she started to hyperventilate.

"I ... I ..."

"You don't even know what a wh.. is, do you? You dumb sl... Well you will do after tonight. It's simple, you're just a set of holes. A set of holes that can only find any meaning or purpose in life by being filled up by a real man like me. Isn't that right?"

"Y ... yes," she stuttered, accepting his degrading description of her without argument.



"And as you're my wh…, your holes belong to me. That's the only way you can be useful to me. So unless you want to fuck off and never see my dick again, you're gonna have to give me whichever hole I want. And right now, I want your tight, virgin ass."

For a moment she was too stunned to speak. Narsingh was talking to her like she was trash on the floor. But that only made her want him more. The more he humiliated and demeaned her the wetter she became. She was still scared, really scared. But the decision had already been made. She was Narsingh's now and if he wanted her ass, he was going to get her ass.

When she didn't respond she felt Narsingh adjust his position before plunging his prick downward into her tight rosebud. She immediately let out a scream, louder than anything that night. The pain was immediate and it felt like her ass has been set alight. Narsingh immediately started to fuck her, not giving her any time to adjust or get used to what was happening.

Her ass was doing everything it could to stop this unprecedented invasion. But it was a hopeless endeavor. Narsingh's size and body position, combined with the slick lubrication provided by her own pussy juice which coated his dick, meant that he was able to power through her ass, tearing it open with a brutal force that seemed to have no regard for the pain that he was inflicting.

Over the screeching she heard him say, "Relax, you dumb cu.., or this is gonna hurt a lot more than it needs to."

She tried to do what he said, tried to open her ass wider to allow him easier access. But it was all so new to her and she was now so exhausted that it was a real struggle.

Her head was now so mashed, her vision now so confused that she had no idea what is happening. But she didn't care. Pride and status didn't matter any more at least for this hour. You can’t have your pride, ego preserved and still be happy with an old watchman. All that mattered was keeping Narsingh and his sex hammer happy.



Narsingh was fucking her with sharp, short jabs of his fuck stick. Even with only a few inches buried inside her it was a struggle for him to get any traction. It was as though her ass was gripping hold of his prick, unwilling to let it go.

Slowly though the pain started to subside as she became used to his massive member inside her previously untouched ass.

"That's it sl.., open your ass up." Narsingh barked at her, treating her like the dog that she had become.

Every time she got a little more comfortable she could feel Narsingh pushing that bit harder, penetrating her that bit further, opening her up that bit wider. Inch by inch he was praising her open, his freight train of a cock blasting open her anal passage.

At this point she was a passenger. Narsingh had mounted her and was in total control. Eventually he seemed to lose patience and just like when he had destroyed her cunt he started fucking her at a relentlessly fast pace, with his long, deep strokes. By now she had lost the ability to scream and so all she could do was pant and sweat as Narsingh used her in the most nasty way possible.

"Ugh. Such a tight virgin ass. Ugh. It won't be so tight after tonight though, will it sl..?"



She didn't have the energy to respond to Narsingh's taunting as he continued to pound her ass with yet more vigour. Their hot sticky bodies were smashing together now, like two feral, wild beasts. And as they continued to rut she finally felt her ass surrender to its conqueror, giving him full access to her tightest, hitherto unblemished hole.

Her anal canal was now slick as their shared sexual juices mixed together, allowing Narsingh to pick up the pace, fucking her harder and harder. She started to lose it once more as waves of euphoria swept over her and suddenly she was cumming again, squirting like a fountain as Narsingh drove into her relentlessly.

As her ass clamped down on his dick she heard him roar as he flooded her guts with his thick, hot load. He kept his pole buried inside her as he unleashed torrent after torrent of cum into her, while she collapsed forward utterly spent.



Unable to cope she felt the world fade away into darkness once again.

She awoke with a start, shivering as she lay on a damp, cold floor.

Her whole body ached with the extraordinary exertions and the awkward position she had been left in. Her face was flat on the cold floor and her hair was matted and tangled.

But more importantly she felt totally empty, bereft of Narsingh's massive tool. Her hands instinctively reached down to touch her tender cunt. It felt raw and prickly from the battering it had received. Yet still she longed to be filled again.



As she struggled to lift herself up she felt a dribble of Narsingh's seed seep out of her gaping butthole and down her leg. Instinctively she grabbed hold of his cum and eagerly licked it off her hands, desperate to taste his alpha man juice.

It took a moment for her to realize what she had just done. She had just eaten cum which some random guy had buried deep in her ass god knows how many holes that cock entered. Humiliating. Degrading. Shameful. Before couple of days she could never have imagined herself ever doing something so disgusting. But now she didn't care about that. In fact, it's what turned her on. So she used her hand to reach down and scoop out some more cum, still warm, out of her ass.

And she had done that before even recognizing where she was. As she started to come to her senses  

She felt herself shiver and this time it had nothing to do with the temperature. Instead it was the callous viciousness which had caused her involuntary quiver ..  


So much for being a princess of Gwalior kingdom. That title seemed like it had existed a lifetime ago, almost as if it belonged to another person

When she finally stood up a shocking sight greeted her in the mirror. She was barely recognizable. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, which was also caked in a variety of dried sexual fluids. The dress that she had been wearing was now in shreds, hanging limply around her midriff.

Seeing the disheveled state she had been left in shook her for a moment, but she still felt dazed and confused. She felt as though she should have been angry. Narsingh had acted like a complete douche. He had spent the whole evening teasing her. Then he had made her embarrass herself, before fucking her senseless and leaving her lying on a smelly, cold toilet floor.

Nobody treated her like this, nobody. But she didn't feel angry. No. As she thought about what had happened the only feeling she had was the feeling in her cunt, the need to be dominated, to be ruined, to be destroyed by a proper alpha male.

She had thought she loved being in charge, giving the orders, making guys dance to her tune. But Narsingh had shown her how wrong she was. He'd shown her her true nature. What she really wanted was a big, bad stud to take control and fuck her totally senseless.

Narsingh hadn't just fucked her, he had owned her. His huge schlong had penetrated so far inside her, stimulating parts of her that she hadn't even known had existed. And she knew that nobody would be able to make her feel like that again. Nobody would be able to match his brutal cunt killing cock.

Narsingh hadn't said much to her, he hadn't needed to. But what he had said was absolutely true. He'd shown her what she truly was. A set of holes to be used and abused by a stallion like Narsingh, because she would be nothing without his horse-hung dick.

She knew at that moment that her life would never be the same again.

As Roopa was struggling to get up, then she saw Narsingh entering the hut with a bag, he had picked her up and made her to sit on the bath tub and opened the shower. Roopa got her life back, her breath back, looking at Narsingh who was helping her with fresh set of bathroom stuff… soap, shampoo, body lotion, towel

Roopa cleaned herself thoroughly and as she stepped out of the bath tub without any help from Narsingh, she wiped herself completely and wrapped the fresh towel and came inside. She felt shy looking at Narsingh for a while. He looked apologetic and with folded hands murmured “madam.. sorry for being harsh and using cuss words. I had to leave immediately to get lemon water for you, you were fully dehydrated and lost consciousness. Madam, have this lemon water and then green tea. Madam, I am giving you couple of tablets to take care of your body aches and also this ointment which you should use in both holes for couple of days. Otherwise it will cause irreparable damage to you memsaab. You should sleep well , drink well, rest well along with these medicines”

Roopa was stunned to see how caring he was for her and her safety and health. Unnecessarily she thought he had fucked her and thrown her like a dog and left..

Roopa nodded in silence and she asked him to wait outside so that she can change her dress. Narsingh went out side

After thoroughly cleaning all her holes once again with the wet wipes she always carries, she had applied the ointment that Narsingh gave, drank the lemon water and green tea and came out. Now she is felling fresh , even though the tiredness is still there.

Narsingh walked her to the guest house maintaining sufficient distance.


Roopa kept her head down and went straight to her room without looking at any one while Narsingh stopped at his cabin at the main gate !!!


Roopa checked her phone to see 5 missed calls from papa !!!




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Quite interesting , Switching on n off b/w being the servant & her degrader... Narsing the old seems habituated in faking this dissociative identity disorder

Marvelous and  absolutely exciting update!

extraordinary update.
and very speedy too.thanks.

Really extraordinary and extremely exciting writing.

The story is advancing to the right direction with extremely hot and erotic episodes.

100 percent perfect writing

Dashing and thrilling writing with extremely exciting gifs

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