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Man of the house Chapter 7: Bratty Sis Gets Soaked

Shruti

"What is going on? I'm on a break?" I texted to my sister as I hurried to the upstairs girls' restroom. I had thirty minutes to satiate my hot pussy. Everyone participating in the debate match today--I coached my college's team in addition to teaching history--would use the nearer ones. And I needed privacy.

My pussy was on fire. Everything was happening at the houses today.

My sister and I were far closer than sisters ever should be. For twenty years, we had shared the same man, Shriya's husband Chandu. He was our Master. He dominated us, punished us, gave us just what we craved. We made love for his amusement, committing incest to please him. The six months since his death had hit us both hard.. Particularly my older sister, who loved her husband just a bit more than I did.

And now my nineteen-year-old nephew Cherry was stepping up as man of the house, dominating not only my daughter, Sara--who had a huge crush on him--but my sister and my innocent, eighteen-year-old niece, Ananya. It shocked me. Not Sara, I had been waiting for the pair to get passed the kissing cousin stage, but the rest of it. My sister fucking her son, submitting to her son, quiet Ananya losing her cherry to Cherry.

It made me so wet. I wanted to join in the fun, but I was stuck at school on this dumb debate tournament. Why did I ever agree to coach it? It didn't net me an extra paycheck but cost me plenty of my **censored** time.

I was on the second floor hallway, moving from the auditorium, alone, my feet echoing, when my phone made the melodic beeps of an incoming Skype call from my sister. I accepted it, and almost dropped my phone at the sight of the video she streamed me.

My other daughter, Janhvi, was bent over Cherry's lap. Sara was beside him, Janhvi's legs draped over my eldest daughter. Janhvi was eighteen and a brat, often acting like a girl half her age. She had only gotten worse since Chandu, her true father, had died. She was bare bottom, jogging shorts and panties around her ankles while Sara's hand cracked down hard on her rear.

"Five, thank you, Sara," Janhvi said, her face crimson, her short, black hair half-covering her cheeks. She always kept it in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty appearance. Her asscheeks were as red as her face.

Sara, nineteen and blonde, had a huge grin on her face, a mix of triumph and glee at spanking her younger sister. Her hand stroked Janhvi's ass. "You're welcome, Janhvi. Now what do you say?"

"That's right," my sister whispered into her phone as she filmed. "Janhvi is joining the fun. She's totally getting off on being spanked and humiliated like we always thought she did when Chandu disciplined her."

"Shit," I hissed, diving into the ladies restroom. My thirty-eight-year-old pussy was on fire. My eldest daughter stroked my youngest daughter's ass. It was so sensual. Janhvi moaned out her confusion while Cherry, looking so strong and handsome, had a glint in his eye. The same glint his father would have when he dominated Shriya and me.

Damn, he looked like his father did the first time I entered his bed at eighteen, trembling and virginal, Shriya at my side. They were both nineteen. I was a gift from Shriya to her boyfriend, her bustier body pressed against me, her hands spreading my thighs.

She's a virgin, Chandu, my sister had moaned. Just for you.

I burst into the last stall, the door swinging shut. I yanked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. My legs spread wide and my right hand plunged between my thighs. I rubbed at the hot flesh of my pussy, fingers sliding over and over my wet labia. My left hand gripped my phone so tight the plastic case creaked.

"Mmm, that's right," my sister purred. "Janhvi is going to be a wild addition to Cherry's harem."

Cherry's first spanking fell hard on my daughter's ass. I could hear the stinging reverberation, my ass aching in sympathy. He didn't hold back. He was spanking her hard, intent on inflicting pain. And my daughter bucked. She cried, tears falling down her face.

But I knew those moans. She was a masochist. She craved the pain, the humiliation, the shame. It all made her wet and excited. Cherry was giving her just what she needed. I wonder if Janhvi even realized why she acted like a brat, if she understood what she craved.

She was about to.

My fingers plunged into my sopping pussy. My hot flesh clenched on my digits as they reamed in and out. My toes curled in my shoes as I watched the second spanking fall, loving the sound of Janhvi thanking him. Where had he learned that form of discipline?

"He's just like his father," I moaned as the third spanking fell. My fingers plunged faster, pleasure racing through my body. I so wish I was there.

"I know," Shriya sighed. "And he loves Sara like he loved us. Maybe Ananya, too. I think he's realizing just how precious she is."

"Damn," I panted.

"He even has a thing for Mallu girls." The phone shook, and I heard my sister let out a wanton moan.

"Really?" I groaned.

Anupama dancing through my thoughts. She was nineteen and on my debate team. If Chandu were alive, I would have been grooming the girl to be ready to join us in bed, a gift to him. Shriya and I always tried to find new girls for Chandu to enjoy. It was a game we played.

My pussy clenched so hard as my daughter gasped and moaned, tears pouring down her face. Her short, black hair tossed about her as she writhed. I heard Ananya groan nearby, watching with her mother.

And Sara. My wicked eldest daughter had her hand sliding up Janhvi's thighs, moving towards her pussy as Cherry reddened her ass. She bucked and gasped, hardly noticing when Sara reached her goal. One daughter touched the other daughter's cunt while their half-brother's hand cracked down again.

"Oh, my god," I panted, my clit throbbing beneath my grinding heel of my hand. I bucked and shuddered. "Janhvi's going to cum."

"Uh-huh," Shriya groaned.

The tenth spanking fell. My daughter Janhvi thrashed. Her body bucked as she screamed out wordless pleasure. I knew the signs. She had exploded into subspace, drifting on the euphoria brought about by being dominated, the mix of pain and pleasure. Her small body quavered and danced. My pussy clenched on my fingers.

And Cherry was moving, Sara helping him, a huge grin on her lips. "Fuck my bratty sister, Cherry," she hissed as they rolled the thrashing Janhvi onto the couch. She half sat, leaning back, her head tossing, still cumming. "Fuck the little slut. Pop her cherry."

Sara grabbed his hand. My daughter and Cherry stared into each other's eyes, kissing hard as she brought his dick to her sister's pussy. Janhvi thrashed and moaned out her delight. She wanted Cherry to fuck her.

And he did.

"Oh, god," I moaned, my pussy juices dripping out my snatch as I watched Cherry's firm ass flex as he drove into my daughter's cunt. One hand shoved into Sara's jeans, frigging her pussy as he pounded Janhvi. "He's fucking her. He popped her cherry. My little girl's a woman."

"Yes," Shriya moaned, the camera trembling. "My son is such a stud."

Her maternal pride made me gasp and heave. Cherry pounded Janhvi. They fucked her hard. He and Sara called her such humiliating, degrading names. And she loved it. Sara hissed about pissing on her and Janhvi thrashed hard.

She was into humiliation. Of course she would love being pissed on. Just like her mother.

"Shriya," I moaned, my orgasm suddenly exploding through me as I pictured Janhvi being pissed on by Cherry's huge cock, soaking her in yellow urine, her bratty mouth spluttering as it filled with the nasty liquid. I was kneeling next to her, the piss splashing into my mouth as I held my daughter.

The restroom door opened.

And then Cherry turned to me. Your turn, Aunt Shruti. Piss all over the disgusting slut.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as I bucked and groaned, staring at the image streaming on my phone of my daughter thrashing beneath Cherry, my other daughter bucking as he fingered her to an orgasm. Our family was so wild, so hot. The pleasure rushed through my mind.

Ecstasy boiled my thoughts. I moaned and gasped.

The stall door opened. Anupama stood before me. "Professor Shruti..." Her slanted eyes widened. her eyes slanted and brown--clapped hands over her mouth, gasping as she watched me masturbate.

Seeing my student's gaze on me, her nineteen-year-old body trembling in shock, made me cum harder. "Yes, yes, Anupama," I panted "Oh, yes, watch me cum. Mmm, yes."

Her eyes were locked on my fingers reaming my pussy. Juices squirted out of me as I bucked harder on the toilet. The porcelain creaked beneath me. My legs kicked out, my heels brushing her jean-clad legs. She had a petite frame, her loose clothing hiding any curves. She had such an innocent look about her.

"Oh, god, Anupama, I'm cumming so hard. Keep staring at me."

"Professor Shruti," she moaned again, lowering her hands. She shifted. Two dimples appeared, tenting her blouse. "W-What are...?"

"Masturbating," I groaned, shuddering. "Oh, my god, yes." I shuddered a final time, my pleasure bleeding off.

"I...I..." Anupama looked around. "I didn't know. I called your name, and you said yes."

"Did I?" I panted, pulling my fingers out of my pussy, staring at her eyes. They were locked on the triangle of black hair adorning my pudenda, the tip pointing at my shaved pussy. Just the way Chandu liked me. My sister wasn't shaved. And though he was dead, we still groomed ourselves his way.

"What are you looking at, Anupama?" I asked, standing up.

The girl blushed and looked down. "Sorry, Professor Shruti."

"Mmm, you have nothing to be sorry about." I put my phone in my skirt pocket and cupped her chin with my left. I lifted her face. "You're curious about pussy, huh? A little bicurious desire in you? Or are you Lesbian?"

"I'm not Lesbian," she said.

"Nothing wrong if you are," I told her. "I'm bi myself. Like pussy and a hard cock." I brought my wet fingers to her lips and smeared my juices on her. She trembled, her pink lips glistening. Then her tongue brushed out, swiping across my tart juices. She shuddered. "Nothing wrong at all."

I smeared more juices on her lips and leaned in, kissing her. Not hard, not aggressive, just letting our lips touch. She quivered while my heart thudded. It was such a risk. I was her teacher. I could get in so much trouble.

And that only made the kiss sweeter.

"Mmm, we'll talk after the debate, okay?" I told her.

Anupama just nodded her head, petrified, shocked, unsure what to do, her hips squirming. New desires were awakening in her. She was so cute. I bet Cherry would love her. "You know my nephew, Cherry?"

"I...I didn't know he was your nephew," Anupama said, "but we have English and PE together."

"He's cute, right?" I grinned, pulling up my panties. "I bet you have a crush on him. Big, strong guy. I bet you've rubbed that hot pussy thinking about him."

"Professor Shruti," she gasped, shocked.

I put my arm around her. "Anupama, Anupama, Anupama, you are so innocent. I'll take that as a yes."

She just squirmed.

"Now, why did you come looking for me?"

"I just..." She swallowed. "Want to talk about my performance."

She was stiff, uncomfortable. Her research was great, but her presentation was stilted. "You were wonderful. Just the best out there. So smart and articulate. I think we're going to win because of you."

"Really?" she said, beaming at me. I tightened my arm on her, the lie winning me affection.

"Uh-huh. But we need to help your confidence. And I know just how." I smiled at her. "That's what we'll talk about later."

She swallowed. "Just...that?"

"Oh, I think you'll learn all sorts of things tonight." I licked my lips. How much would Cherry love me if I brought him this sexy, young thing home? I would be his cool aunt.

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Cherry

"God, you really want to be pissed on," I grinned at Janhvi as she squirmed beneath me, my softening dick trapped in her hot, tight pussy. Sara's fingers twisted the brat's nipple, making Janhvi squirm more. "Well, that's going to happen. All of us."

"All?" Ananya squeaked.

"Even you, Princess," I told her. I groaned, pulling my dick out of Janhvi's pussy, my shaft coated in her pink froth. I had popped her cherry hard. I had spanked her ass until she came. Far harder than I had spanked Sara.

I had hurt Janhvi, and she loved it. I couldn't help myself. All these years of putting up with her brattiness, being called Lint, dealing with her teasing. All of that frustration poured out of me as I disciplined her, and she had loved it.

Sara shuddered as my hand came out of her fly. Traces of purple stained my fingers along with her cream, leftover from the grape Popsicle I shoved up her cunt earlier. I licked my fingers clean of her sweet juices as she grinned at me.

She was eager to piss on Janhvi. I bet Sara always wanted to. She kept bringing up watersports since last night. She didn't want to be pissed on, even if she would submit and let me do it. But she wanted to watch, and she wanted to do it.

Damn, she was wicked. I was learning so much about her. I thought we knew everything about each other, and since we made love last night, we were finally opening up are innermost desires, those secret impulses we kept hidden out of fear.

No longer.

"Janhvi, get your ass upstairs in the master bathroom right now," I growled. "Climb in the tub naked and ready to be pissed on."

"Oh, god," she moaned, my cum pouring out of her cunt as she shuddered. The brat's breasts jiggled in her sports bra. She peeled it off, throwing it on the ground as she stood up.

"Janhvi," I growled, "don't make a mess."

She gasped and shuddered. "Sorry, Cherry."

Cherry not Lint. That was great to hear.

She grabbed her sports bra, jogging shorts, and panties from the floor while my cum dribbled down her legs. Then she darted upstairs. I glanced at my mom and Ananya, grinning at them and nodding my head after Janhvi, who was already scampering up the stairs, making so much racket in her excited desire to be pissed on.

My dick twitched. Sara grabbed my cock, her tongue licking at the tip, swiping up her sister's tangy juices. I groaned, stroking her blonde hair, her hazel eyes staring up at me. I shuddered as the pleasure raced up my sensitive dick.

Then I grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Mine went around her waist, grabbing her ass and pulling her tight. I kissed her on the lips, tasting Janhvi and a bit of salt. I didn't mind tasting myself. Not on Sara's lips. She shuddered, her arms slipping about my neck, her body pressing tight together.

I broke the kiss, my forehead resting on hers. "Damn, Sara, that was so hot."

"I know." She shuddered in my arms. "Finally we got payback on the little brat."

I smiled. Sara and I had been best friends all our lives. For nineteen years we had hung out. Since we were only a month apart in age, Sara the older, we naturally hung out. We had been inseparable. She was a tomboy, so we had fun playing war and knights and cowboys, racing around our shared yards or playing with other boys in the neighborhood. And our friendship had blossomed into love. She was my queen now.

My submissive, sexy queen ruling my harem at my side.

"Damn, Cherry," she groaned, her hips humping, rubbing her jeans against my dick hanging out of my fly. "We're going to piss on her. The brat. Oh, my god, I'm so wet."

"And I'm getting hard," I groaned, gripping her ass. "We're going to have so much fun humiliating Janhvi. She gets off on it."

"Little slut," she moaned. "We should get clothes pins and cover her body in them. I bet she would go wild."

I groaned. "Damn, you have great ideas. I love you so much, Sara."

"Mmm, love you, too," she purred and kissed me hard.

And then I heard Ananya let out a loud sob. I caught a glimpse of my little sister, her her flying, as she darted past us for the stairs. Her sock-clad feet tromped up to the second floor. And then her bedroom door crashed shut, rattling the house.

I broke the kiss. "The fuck?"

Sara sighed. "She's in love with you, Cherry, and you just made this wonderful, gushy pronouncement to me, telling me how much you love me--which I enjoyed, by the way--but you're her big brother."

"Well, I do love you," I said, growing irritated. "She has to understand that. You're my queen."

"And she's your little princess. Your submissive sister. She reads all those romances." Sara smiled. "And, I think, you're growing to love her, too. I seen how you grin when she holds your hand."

"Yeah. But I love you."

"And your father loved two women." Sara said with patient words. "I don't mind sharing you. And not just with sex slaves. But Ananya." She nodded her head. "I could share your heart with our little sister."

I licked my lips. "Should go talk to her?"

She arched an eyebrow then sighed the way she did when I was being a clueless guy. She squeezed my hand. "She needs that right now. I'm sure you'll know just what to say to make her feel loved."

Sara leaned in and gave me another kiss.

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Ananya

I threw myself on my bed, my pile of stuffed animals shifting. Floppy, a blue bunny, fell across my back as I buried my crying face into my pillow. My glasses pushed against the bridge of my nose and the rims pressed on my brow. I ripped them off, tears falling, and plopped them on my nightstand. Then I buried my face into my pillow.

He loved her. Not me. Her.

And why wouldn't he love Sara? She had boobs. She had an ass. She had curves. She was fun. She could laugh and joke with him. She had all these little things she did, looks and glances and playful punches, that he understood. It was like they had their own private language.

And what did I have?

No tits. Just a pair of small buds pretending to be boobs. Every other woman, even bratty Janhvi, had tits in the family. But not me. Mom and Nidhhi, my older sister, had huge tits. Aunt Shruti had big boobs, and Sara's were nice and round. Janhvi's were handfuls, but they at least filled a bra. My little A cups didn't even need a bra.

I would never have real boobs.

And he loved her. Even though I gave him my virginity. He called me his little princess, but my big brother didn't love me. How could I compete with Sara? She was blonde while I was a brunette. Drab, boring, brown hair. She dressed so sexy while all I had were little girl clothing.

I hugged my pillow tight, the fabric growing wetter and wetter as I rubbed my face into it. It wasn't fair. I loved Cherry for so long. He was supposed to be like the sexy men in all the romance novels I read. He was supposed to love me.

Not her.

A loud rap came at my door. "Ananya."

It was Cherry. "Go away!"

He grabbed my door knob and twisted. It rattled. "Ananya, unlock this door right now."

"No!"

"You're not being a good, little sister right now."

My legs kicked. "I don't care. I don't want to be your little sister. I hate you!"

"Ananya," he groaned. "Let me in. I want to talk to you."

"No!"

He turned the doorknob again. "I'm going to count to three. You better let me in."

"No! I hate you!" I didn't know why I said those words. But I was just so angry at him.

"One!"

I clapped my pillow around my ears.

"Two!"

My stomach twisted. What would happen when he said three? Would he spank me like he did Janhvi?

"Threeeeee..." he stretched out the word.

I bolted from the bed, darting to the door.

"...eeeeeee..."

I yanked it open, the lock popping as I twisted the knob. I stared up at Cherry. He was fuzzy without my glasses on. Then I turned and darted to my bed, flopping on it and not looking at him. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

He moved to the bed and sat down beside me. He stroked my hair. "Okay, Ananya, sit up. Let's talk."

I shook my head.

"Princess."

His voice was so stern, so demanding. My big brother wanted me to sit up. So I sighed and did, my face wet with tears. I couldn't look at him.

He grabbed my glasses off my nightstand and placed them gently on my face. The world grew sharper. Then he lifted my chin, his dark eyes staring into mine. "Princess, you know I love you."

"You love Sara!" The words screeched out of me. "You love her big boobs and her ass and her lips and...and...."

"I do, Princess." His thumb stroked away a falling tear. "But that doesn't mean I don't love your petite body, your tiny tits, and your yummy pussy."

I shook my head. "Yes, it does. You don't like me. Look at me." I glanced down at the pink dress I wore. "Everything I own is so girly. And Sara... She's so grown up."

"And I love that you're so girly." He smiled. "You're my little sister, Princess. I want that. I like that. I like it when you hold my hand and call me big brother in that cute voice."

I blushed, squirming at the heat in his eyes. "Big brother..."

"I love your petite body and girlish voice and your pigtails." He seized one, twining it about his finger. "I love you."

"But... Sara. You love her."

"I do. And... I think I'm falling in love with you, too, Princess." He took the end of my hair and brushed my face with it.

I smiled at the ticklish end. "You are?"

"I love you both. Not the same. I could never love you both the same. You're two different persons. I love different things about you. But you're my princess, and she's my queen. You're both special to me."

"And Mom? And Janhvi?" I swallowed. "What about Nidhhi and her big tits?"

"I'll never love Nidhhi," he laughed. "I'll fuck her." His grin grew horny. "I'm looking forward to fucking her cock-teasing ass. But I won't love her. Or Janhvi. Or Mom. Or Aunt Shruti. Not the way I love you and Sara."

I sniffed, feeling suddenly so foolish.

"So you're okay with that?" he asked. "Me loving Sara and you?"

I nodded my head. "She's my big sister." I leaned against him. "And you're my big brother."

"Awww," someone sighed.

I jumped. Sara leaned in the doorway watching us, a big smile on her lips. She had stripped out of her clothing, her shaved pussy glistening. I really needed to shave mine. All of it. I wouldn't have a landing strip like Sara, but completely bare. Then I would look even more girlish. I bet Cherry would really like that.

Cherry leaned in and kissed me as Sara moved into the room. I shuddered at the feel of his strong lips on mine. My eyes closed, feeling how much he loved me. How much I loved him. My heart beat so fast beneath my blouse.

The bedsprings creaked as Sara sank down beside us. She reached out, stroking my face. I broke the kiss with Cherry, licking my lips, then leaned in and kissed my big sister on the lips. Her arm slipped around both of us, her lips hot and soft, so different from Cherry.

I smiled when I broke the kiss. "Maybe..." I whispered. "Maybe, I love you, Sara. You're my big sis."

"And I love you, Cupcake," she smiled. The tip of her nose brushed mine. "Now, what do you say we all go piss on Janhvi? She's been such a brat."

"Yes," I said, nodding my head. She had been. When we were younger, we were close. But Janhvi, who was only a few months older than me, discovered sports while I found books. And then I was a nerd. Janhvi and her friends, especially Carmelita, liked to pick on me. They were such bullies. "It was so much fun watching you two spank her. And..." I squirmed, feeling my full bladder. "I want to pee all over her. She deserves it. She's so mean to me."

"She is?" Cherry frowned.

"Her and Carmelita bully me during PE." Ananya swallowed. "We all have the same class."

"I know that bitch," Sara hissed. "She's in my History class."

"Well," Cherry grinned. "Janhvi wants to be humiliated, let's give it to her."

"That was beautiful," Mom moaned. She, too, was naked and watching us, tears burning in her eyes. "Sir, you are a wonderful son."

"Thanks, Mom," Cherry said, shifting his shoulders with embarrassment.

I couldn't help giggling with Sara at his discomfort. He was Mom's master, but that didn't change the fact that he was still her son, and all mothers seemed to have the ability to embarrass their children, even Cherry.

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Janhvi

I trembled in the bathtub naked. The white surface--was it porcelain or some other material--was cold on my skin. Goose-pimples covered my arms and shaved legs. My pussy dripped with Cherry's cum. I shoved my hands between my thighs, scooping the gunk and brought it to my lips.

What did it taste like?

I licked it. I tasted my tangy musk faintly, but the salty flavor was far stronger. I moaned, sucking on my fingers, loving the taste. I shuddered and shoved my fingers down again, rubbing at my wet pussy, gathering more of his cum to bring it to my greedy lips.

I was so wet. They were going to piss on me. My cheeks burned with shame almost as much as my ass throbbed with pain. He had spanked me so hard. He hadn't held back. I could tell I would have bruises. I would feel this pain, reminding me of the consequences of being a brat.

Part of me wanted to continue being a brat.

My heart beat faster. My breasts jiggled as I shifted in the large tub. It was deep and wide, big enough for two or three adults to cuddle into. I wonder if my mom, Aunt Shriya, and Uncle Chandu--no, he was my dad; I was still shocked to learn that--would slip in here and have long, hot baths. No wonder our two families lived side-by-side. Uncle Chandu--Dad--wanted to keep both his women close to him.

"Well, don't you just look eager," Aunt Shriya said as she walked in naked, her bleached-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders, her huge tits jiggling. She had the biggest tits in the family, large and pillowy, with fat, dark-red nipples. Nidhhi and my mom's tits were a close second and third--I wasn't sure whose were bigger--then Sara, me, and Ananya.

That nerd had the tiniest tits. They were practically nonexistent.

"I am eager," I said. I swallowed. "Is something wrong with me, Aunt Shriya? I want this. Even though it makes me feel so humiliated, like I'm just a filthy, dirty, disgusting girl."

"You are."

Her words made me shudder.

"And you love it. You're wired to crave this. Your mother is, too. She's more of a pain and humiliation slut then I am. Your father used to cover her tits in clothespins then fuck her pussy and piss in her cunt when he was done, washing out his cum."

"Wow," I breathed "I had no idea Mom was so kinky."

"Everyone is kinky in their own ways." Aunt Shriya unfolded the tripod I hadn't noticed in her hand, the legs extending the locking with loud clicks.

I blinked "Aunt Shriya?"

"Oh, well, we're recording this. Cherry wants all your friends to see. Especially Carmelita."

My eyes widened. "What?" My pussy clenched. They would all know. It would be humiliating. Everyone would laugh at me, tease me. And Carmelita would be the worst. She was such a bully. My body shuddered. I shoved a hand between my thighs, rubbing at my pussy. "He wouldn't."

She arched an eyebrow.

"He would. Oh, my god, he would." My pussy clenched, and I rubbed harder at my hot flesh. "Holy shit."

"You can walk out of the tub right now," she said, attaching the digital camcorder. She opened the flip screen on the side. The red light flashed on. "If you don't want to do this, just leave. It's your choice."

I stared at the camera, my jaw chattering. Everyone would know I was filthy. My cheeks burned with shame. I swallowed as Cherry, Ananya, and Sara walked in naked, his cock thrusting hard before him. It was so thick.

"I'm ready," I croaked, startled. All my friends would see this? Carmelita. She was a bitch. She was so cruel to anyone that crossed her. I stayed on her good side to avoid her bullying. I glanced at Ananya, her arms cross, her cute, girlish face fierce.

I swallowed. She hated how we bullied her in PE, making fun of her small tits. I really only did it because Carmelita did it. Ananya grinned and said, "I just drank a big glass of water."

I nodded, shuddering.

"We're all ready, sir," smiled Aunt Shriya. "Camera's recording."

"Good," Cherry growled and stepped forward. "Janhvi, you are a fucking brat. You deserve this. Open that fucking mouth wide, whore. You're a piss slut. A fucking dirty, filthy piece of shit."

I shuddered, rubbing harder at my pussy at his words. I was so filthy. So disgusting. My pussy clenched beneath my fingers as I opened my mouth wide, my tongue sticking out. I wanted this. Oh, god, I wanted this. The camera was pointed right at me. Everyone would see what a filthy thing I was.

Everyone.

I almost came.

Cherry seized my short hair hard. He jerked my face towards his cock. Sara pressed up behind him, her arms reaching around his torso, and grabbed his dick. Her small hands wrapped about his girth. Her grinning face peered over his shoulder. She had to be standing on her tiptoes to do that.

"Oh, I love holding Cherry's cock as he pisses," Sara purred. "Every morning, slut, you'll drink his morning pee. That's what you are. His piss slut."

"Yes," Ananya hissed, her pigtails swaying as she nodded her head. Her nipples were hard thrusting from her little breasts. "Do it, big brother. Piss on her!"

"Yes," Cherry groaned.

He peed.

I tried not to flinch as the powerful, acrid stream of urine splashed into my open mouth. I groaned, the bitter liquid sloshing about my mouth. I swallowed it, my mouth closing to gulp his down. His piss splattered across my chin and cheeks. I felt it drip down to my throat, making me feel so dirty, so filthy.

The camera's red light blinked. Everyone would see this. Everyone would know I was a whore.

I rubbed harder at my pussy as Sara moved his cock around, splashing his piss across my face. I closed my eyes as the warm urine washed across my forehead, soaking the roots of my hair. It poured down my cheeks to my neck, then to my round breasts. Other streams poured down my back, reaching my spine, racing to my ass.

"That's it, you filthy slut," groaned Cherry, pleasure crossing his face as he released his bladder. "You're just my filthy cunt. My slave. I own you and can do anything to you."

"Yes," I moaned, rubbing so hard at my pussy, my fingers flying through my folds. Then I plunged my fingers into my cunt for the first time, my hole opened by his cock. "I am. Your cunt, Cherry. Your slave!"

"That's right," moaned Sara. "We'll brand you. We'll have you marked permanently A tramp stamp. Cherry's Sex Slave."

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as Sara pointed his cock at my mouth.

I opened wide, swallowing the last of his piss. The final spurts squirted out as I frigged my pussy so hard. His piss tasted so nasty. I swallowed it, my pussy clenching. I was such a filthy whore. A nasty girl. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt. My head snapped back.

"Yes, yes, yes," I screamed as I came, the camera recording my pleasure at my humiliation. My stomach was so warm, his piss filling my belly. "Oh, my god, I'm your whore, Cherry. Your filthy slave. Tattoo me. Mark me. Do what every you want to me!"

"Now suck the tip of his dick," moaned Sara. "Clean off every drop."

Cumming, I leaned forward and latched onto the thick tip of Cherry's dick, my lips spread so wide. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked. My tongue flicked across the tip of his dick, gathering the last drops, savoring each one of them.

"That's it, little slut," moaned Aunt Shriya as she climbed into the tub. "Time to drink more. Mmm, my niece is such a nasty whore." She seized my hair, yanking me off Cherry's dick and turning me in the tube. Piss dribbled down my body, rolling across my stomach as I kept frigging my spasming cunt.

"So nasty," Cherry growled. "Piss in the brat's mouth, Mom. She wants to drink it all."

"Yes," I moaned. "I'm a nasty slut. Do it, Aunt Shriya."

"Your mother is going to love this video," Aunt Shriya moaned before yanking my mouth to her pussy by my hair.

I pressed against her trimmed, black pubic hairs, her true color. She smeared her hot cunt against my lips and then groaned. She shuddered, her piss splashing into my mouth. There was so much streaming out of her. I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It overflowed my mouth, spilling down my chin and cheeks. Hers had a stronger flavor than Cherry's, bitterer.

My pussy clenched on my fingers as I gulped and drank her down. Out of the corner of my eye, I stared at Cherry's hard dick as Sara stroked it. Ananya came up to his side, her hand joining my sister's, fisting his dick as he watched me with hungry eyes.

He loved it. I was his filthy slut.

Another orgasm rippled through me as I gulped down Aunt Shriya's nasty pee. I was such a freak. Such a filthy freak. My fingers churned through my pussy, ripples of bliss shooting through me. I shuddered.

"Oh, yes, you are a delicious pee slut," panted Aunt Shriya. "I can't wait for you and your mother to share this joy. We'll all piss on you."

"Yes," growled Cherry. "Now lick my mom's pussy clean."

I didn't hesitate. I had never wanted to be with a girl, but being forced to lick my aunt's pussy, to clean the piss from the folds of her cunt, and taste her spicy musk made me shudder. Another orgasm rippled through me as I devoured my aunt's cunt.

I couldn't stop cumming. The shame propelled my lusts.

She moaned above me, her large tits jiggling as she leaned back against the wall. Her pussy ground on my face, smearing hot cunt across my lips. Her pussy lips were so thick. I lapped at them, exploring them, searching for every drop of pee.

"That's it, you little slut," growled Cherry. "That's how you clean a pussy after you've drank a woman's piss. Every morning, me and Sara will expect you kneeling in the shower to drink our morning piss. Every morning, slut. You hear me, you little piece of shit?"

"Yes," I moaned between licks. "Oh, god, yes!"

Rapture flooded through me. My body shuddered and heaved as my fingers kept fucking through my folds, driving me wild, keeping my orgasm alive as I lapped at Aunt Shriya's spicy pussy. The more I licked the more I liked it.

"Everyone's watching you be a filthy whore," hissed Sara. "My little sister is the biggest cunt in the world."

"She is," Ananya moaned. "You're such a bitch, Janhvi."

Hearing quiet Ananya spout out those words made me shudder. Her eyes were so fierce behind her glasses. She was so eager for this. And so was I. I had been so mean to my cousin--no, remember, she was my half-sister--and I had to make it up to her.

"Oh, god, you little slut," hissed Aunt Shriya. "My fucking niece is a budding dyke. Oh, god, yes!"

A new flood of juices poured into my mouth, delicious, spicy pussy cream. It was so much better than piss yet didn't make my cunt as hot. I drank it down, reveling that I made my aunt cum for the cameras.

Everyone at school would know once Cherry showed this video off. Shit.

"Your turn, baby girl," Aunt Shriya moaned, stepping out of the tub, her large tits heaving. "Damn, she eats pussy with gusto."

"Good," Ananya said as she stepped in, her barely budding tits jiggling. She had wispy, brown hair covering her pussy. A fresh aroma filled my nose. I didn't hesitate to bury my face into her cunt and find her urethra, latching on.

Cherry moved. He climbed into the tub behind me. His cock smacked my ass, dragging down into my crack before finding my pussy. I ripped my fingers out, making room for his dick, and groaned as he rammed it into me.

"You made me so fucking hard, slut," he growled. "You're just a whore You'll do anything. Just a freak."

My pussy clenched on his dick, and I moaned into Ananya's cunt. She trembled, pushing up her glasses as she looked down at me. I stared into her brown eyes while her fresh pussy juices dribbled into my mouth.

"Do it, Princess," Cherry groaned as he drew his cock back through my folds, the friction making my body tremble.

"Yes, big brother," Ananya screamed.

Her piss spurted into my mouth. She groaned, hands rubbing her belly, her entire body shaking. Her urine gushed into my mouth. There was so much pressure. Her stream splashed against my tonsils. I groaned, swallowing as fast as I could as Cherry rammed his dick over and over into my cunt. I trembled, rocking back into his thrusts.

"That's it, piss in her mouth, Cupcake," hissed Sara. "Drown the little bitch!"

"Yes," snarled Cherry, slamming his cock into me, his groin smacking into my well-spanked ass.

I moaned in pain and pleasure, my hips rocking back as I gulped down Ananya's piss. Hers had almost no flavor, so light and delicious. I swallowed as fast as I could, drinking her diluted piss as she shuddered, small fingers massaging her belly.

Her stream slowed. I gulped it down, my belly bursting with piss. I shuddered, my tongue sliding out, lapping at her tight slit. Her pussy was so different from Aunt Shriya's. No thick, protruding pussy lips, but a tight cunt that my tongue had to burrow into to find her folds.

"Yes," she moaned her eyes fluttering. "Yes, that's it. Oh, you were such a meanie to me, Janhvi. You and Carmelita. Always so horrid." Her fingers flexed. Then her hands snatched out, grabbing my black hair, holding me in place. "So lick my pussy, meanie! Make me cum for being so terrible."

"For being a bitch," growled Cherry as he pounded me, driving my lips tight into our little sister's cunt.

"Yes, yes, such a meanie bitch," she moaned in her girlish voice, pigtails dancing as her head tossed back and forth. "Lick my pussy and make me cum!"

She ground on me as Cherry ponded me. I moaned pain and pleasure into her cunt, savoring Cherry's hard thrusts. My ass burned with each slapping impact of his groin. I loved it. I rocked, my body covered in piss. I could taste it in my mouth mixed with Ananya's fresh musk.

Another orgasm built in me, churned by Cherry's hard cock and the piss swelling my belly. I had so much in me. I felt so full of the nasty stuff. I shuddered and groaned, rocking back and forth, my tongue flailing through Ananya's tight snatch.

"Grind on her face, Cupcake," moaned Sara. My older sister rubbed at her pussy, her hazel eyes so hard. She licked her lips, eager to piss in my mouth. "Make the bitch apologize with her tongue."

"Yes, big sister," moaned Ananya. Her hips ground her pussy on my mouth. "Oh, big brother, I'm going to cum on her mean lips. She said such terrible things. She called me a flat-chested nerd. Said my glasses made me look retarded. That I dressed like I was in the first grade."

"Bitch," growled Cherry, fucking me even harder. "Make her cum!"

I found Ananya's clit. I sucked hard on it. My little sister bucked and moaned, her tiny tits jiggling. Her nipples were so hard and pink and suckable. My cunt clenched on Cherry's thrusting dick as my excitement built and built.

Ananya's head snapped back. Her pigtails danced. Fresh juices flooded my mouth. She gasped and moaned, heaving as she came. Her voice echoed through the bathroom She wiggled against the wall, rubbing her hot flesh on my pussy.

"Oh, you meanie," she panted. "You bully. Oh, yes. That's it. Oh, you're such a cunt, Janhvi. But you made me cum so I forgive you!"

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Sara

"My turn, sis," I grinned at Janhvi as I helped the trembling Ananya step out of the tub. "And my bladder is just bursting."

"Yes," Janhvi moaned, rocking back into Cherry's thrust. He fucked her so hard, looking so strong and powerful.

I stepped into the bathtub, my bladder truly bursting. It was so hard to hold it watching everyone else piss in her mouth. But now it was my turn. My bratty, bitch of a little sister deserved this. Her face was covered in drying piss, her black hair matted to her cheeks, her eyes glazed, pussy cream coating her mouth.

I seized her black hair. "You're just the lowest thing in the world," I told her. "Just fucking scum, Janhvi."

"Yes!" she moaned, her eyes growing glossy. She shuddered and bucked.

"Damn, she's cumming," moaned Cherry. "Piss in her mouth, Sara."

"Fuck her ass," I grinned at him.

He laughed and ripped his cock out of Janhvi's pussy. It dripped with her juices. My sister shuddered, still cumming, as I seized her black hair. Oh, it felt so wonderful to yank her mouth to my pussy. I was a submissive for Cherry, but with Janhvi, I was dominant.

Was that unusual?

"Holy shit," Janhvi gasped into my cunt as Cherry rammed his cock into her asshole. He slammed against her asscheeks. She yelped, her flesh jiggling as he drew back and slammed in. "Oh, my god, that hurts! I love it."

I leaned against the wall, treasuring this moment. I stared into Cherry's dark eyes, burning with his hunger. He smiled at me, nodding his head as he plowed her asshole. I groaned, released my bladder, and unleashed the flood.

I trembled, groaning as my piss flowed out of my cunt. A hot stream splashing into the brat's mouth. It was almost orgasmic, better than any piss I had experienced. My entire body tingled as I humped my hips, spraying my pee all across her face. I just didn't piss in her mouth, I let my urine coat her cheeks and chin, to dribble down to her breasts as she rocked and moaned, bucking into Cherry's thrusts.

"That's it, you little whore," I gasped, my pussy on fire. I was so excited hearing my urine splash across her face. More ran hot down my thighs. I didn't care. "Drink it. Revel in it, whore."

"Yes," she moaned.

"God, that's so fucking hot," Cherry panted. "Piss on her face. Use the fucking slut."

"Just like you're using her ass," I moaned, my body trembling. The final spurt of piss splashed into my sister's mouth. "Now lick me clean! Make me cum, bitch!"

It was so wonderful to humiliate her, to make her drink my piss and feel her tongue lap at my folds, licking up all the drops of my piss that had splashed into her cunt. I groaned and shuddered, grinding so hardon her mouth. Ananya and Aunt Shriya fingered each other's cunts while they watched, the camera recording.

We weren't going to show anyone outside the family this video--we didn't want to get Aunt Shriya in trouble--but Janhvi didn't know that. She did this thinking Cherry would show it off to her friends, humiliate her.

She was such a slut. I loved it.

Her tongue brushed my clit. My pussy was so on fire, my body trembling with such excitement, I gasped in shock as my orgasm exploded in my depths. It came on me so quickly, only a few licks of her tongue and my pussy walls spasmed.

My juices squirted into her hungry mouth. I stared at Cherry, loving the slap of his groin into her spanked ass as she drank my cum. I shuddered, grinding harder and harder. My moans and gasps echoed through the room. My head tossed back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes, Cherry. Oh, my god. This is so hot. Fuck her ass. Fuck my bitch-sister's ass while she drinks my cream."

"Fuck," he grunted, face twisting in pleasure. "Fuck!"

And then he slammed into my sister's asshole. His body shook as he dumped his cum into the little slut's mouth. I leaned forward, grinding my hot flesh on his mouth, and seized his hair. We kissed so hard, both of us using Janhvi for our pleasure.

It was wonderful. My sister was made for this. We would do such nasty things to her. Together!

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Cherry

I broke the kiss with Sara, Janhvi's ass milking the last drops of cum from my balls. The air reeked of piss. I reached behind me, turning on the faucet. Water hissed, cold at first, splashing around my feet, but warming up.

"You are one nasty slut, Janhvi," Cherry grinned. "Time to clean you up. Mmm, I can't wait until your mom gets home. She's the first person who gets to see your video."

Janhvi looked at me over her shoulder, face smeared with piss and pussy cream. I wanted to see her like that all the time. "Yes," she hissed. "If that's what you want. You own me, Cherry."

Damn, that was hot. Her ass clenched so hard on my cock. I loved our family. Next Aunt Shriya, then Nidhhi. I couldn't wait to have my cock-teasing, older sister finally pay for wearing those skimpy shorts, flashing that beautiful cameltoe at me every chance she could.

I flipped on the shower, warm water crashing over us. Mom and Ananya slipped in. Four naked, beautiful, submissive women. My women. My family. I loved being the man of the house.

To be continued...

 

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#Priyanka Mohan

Priyanka Mohan woke up from her slumber in the middle of the night. Her bus had halted due to some engine failure issues. She opened her eyes and saw the clamor inside the bus. All the travellers were anxious and worried as the bus had come to a spot on a lonely, secluded spot in the middle of a forest. Priyanka, 21 years old was travelling all by herself to Nagaland from her hometown. She was going back to her university and even while driving back she was constantly worried about the exams which were just round the corner. She hadn't studied but her subject- Agriculture, she loved and hence she was quite confident that she'll manage scoring decent marks.

Priyanka was belonging to a lower-middle class family. Studies were very important, so much that of she didn't score well enough she might be married off to some worthless fool for a husband. Her parents, although liberal had some strict restrictions on her lifestyle. She wasn't allowed to date a boy and was to only focus on her studies.

Priyanka felt uneasy sitting on her seat. She had to go pee urgently. 'Where the hell must I go now. Bloody forest everywhere', she thought to herself. This uneasiness fueled by the constant shouting and cursing of her fellow passengers forced her to get off the bus and into the forest. She ventured a few metres inside until she found a well hidden isolated spot to pee. She sat down and looked around her, it was beginning to get dark. The sun had already set, and the blue in the sky was the only thing that partitioned the twillight. She looked up and saw the crescent moon, which had now become the main source of light. 'Light', she thought, 'where's my phone. Are yaar, I must have left it on the bus. Anyway I'll get it soon. I need to text back the details of this drama to mum.' She said to herself.

After cleaning up with a tissue paper she headed back towards her bus. The creeping darkness was making it difficult to tread through the thick bushes and horny branches. She pricked her feet as she hurried back towards the road.

The bus was gone, without a trace. She looked around but saw nothing. It was clear for miles. 'Oh my god! Where the hell did it go. I didn't even hear it leave! Fuck, fuck, fuck', she started checking her pockets but she was their in only a thin Salwaar-Kurta and her purse and all her belongings were on the bus. She gulped, she knew that she was stranded. Her mind racing faster than her heartbeat. Her family, the exams, her career and her life were flashing in front of her eyes like a black and white projector film. Surely this was the last straw for her parents too. They'd had enough of her now. But first she had to be found.

Alone she walked in the dark night. Feeling cold, she wrapped her hands around her chest. She walked. A few minutes passed, she looked at her watch, still no sign of the bus or any other human being. There was still a small beacon of hope in her mind that the bus which she forgot to board might come from behind any second. But it did not happen. She continued walking, looking around frantically for signs of human life. She had nothing on her that could help her. The road led straight for miles surrounded by thick jungle on both sides. She soon knew she was stranded. But she didn't stop walking, surely there will come someone through this route. But when an hour passed, she started to question this hopeful reverie of hers.

Almost three hours had passed, no sign of any human. She started to have queer thoughts of being abducted by regional 'dakus' or bandits who were known to frequent these routes. 'What if I'm kidnapped and held for ransom or worse, assaulted?' Thoughts such as these had crept into her conscience as she continued walking alongside the straight path. She heard a crow cawing in a distance accompanied by the houls of a monkey tribe. She truly was stuck right in the middle of a jungle.

Bribed by these dangerous thoughts, her mind started to wander off towards home and the reaction of her parents when they shall find out what had happened to their daughter. She brought her hand in front of her face so that she could see the time with the help of moonlight. Suddenly she saw in her watch, a possible reflection of a light beam. She turned around and saw a truck coming straight towards her. She was ecstatic 'finally rescued', she thought. She placed her hand above her eyes to look closely and indeed it was a vehicle coming towards her, a truck possibly.

As it neared her, she raised her hand. The truck stopped beside her. An almost fifty year old man, wearing nothing but a vest and boxers peeked down at her.

"Why are you here all alone?" He asked.

"Oh I got off my bus for a minute and they left without me. Could you please drive me to the nearest railway station? I really need a lift right now."

"That's okay but for how long have you been walking in this cold? And where's your luggage", he quizzed her further.

"I've been walking alongside this road for over three hours. My luggage is still on the bus. I need to get back to my university. Could you give me a ride, please." She begged. Priyanka looked at the interior of the truck. It was all colorful. The driver seemed to be travelling alone as their was no passenger beside him.

"Of course bitiya. Come in." He said. "I myself am driving towards Kohima, I've got furniture to deliver. I can give you a ride, but it will take us four days to reach there."

"I know. But could you please drop me to the nearest bus station, I'll catch a bus myself." Priyanka stated with some nervousness. It was really cold outside, she just wanted to get inside the vehicle as soon as possible.

"Beti, you've been walking for three hours, all the buses have left by now. Also, you don't seem to have a purse, how will you get the money to buy a ticket. You don't even have a phone."

He was right. She had no money with her and her phone was on the bus. She couldn't do anything but travel with him. Four days was a long time to be with a stranger but given the circumstances she had no other option, she had to get on the truck.

She accepted his offer and got on the truck, not by herself, obviously. The driver held her hand and made her climb to the seat beside his. "Thank you!" She said. Priyanka noted that he was quite old, possibly fifty or even older. 'Definitely old enough to be my father', she thought. He had a white vest and blue checked boxers on him. He was of a dark complexion, contrary to her wheatish tone. He had a clumsy beard but a well kept moustache. The most defining feature of his face was his big nose and sunken eyes, which made him look like a criminal but he had a very sweet voice which contradicted his appearance.

"So how did you get stranded in the middle of this forest", he asked. She narrated the entire incident to him and received a sympathetic gesture. "Nobody cares for anyone these days." He replied to which she agreed. Nobody truly cared for anyone these days. She stared in front of the road and got comfortable in her seat. The moon was the only thing lighting up the surroundings. She realized that she was really stuck in a bad place there. There was nothing but jungle for miles on both sides of the road, inhabited by all types of creatures, from leopards and tigers to Cobras and deadly scorpions. This man had truly saved her life, she thought.

Noticing that she was feeling cold, he offered her a blanket which she readily accepted. They chatted for a while and Priyanka got to know a little bit about the driver. His name was Bishwa. He had a family back home comprising of two boys and three girls. Sadly his wife had passed away giving birth to the youngest daughter. After that she slept.

Priyanka woke up when there were still a few minutes left for sunrise. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her. Bishwa was gone, the truck was parked on the side of the road. The scenery had changed; the jungles had been replaced by never-ending farms. She put on her slippers and got down from the truck. She needed to pee, immediately. So she ventured inside a sugarcane farm to relieve herself.

After she was done with her business she tried to get back to the truck but forgot the directions. She was lost; again! She darted through the sugarcane plantation and came upon a clearing. There, she saw the driver taking a bath near the canal a few metres away from her. He hadn't noticed her. Priyanka saw his entire nude body. He was a little fat, his stomach bulging out but what was most impressive was the tool hanging between his legs. It wasn't even at full mast and yet it was thicker than her wrists. She gulped in astonishment. Although she had seen a penis before in her life (she wasn't a virgin), but she never knew that it could grow this big. It was dangling like a massive rod. She felt wet down south. She looked down and noticed her entire vaginal area was leaking like a running tap. She gripped it with her hands, shocked to her core and she turned around and left as soon as possible. She had gotten so wet by just watching a man bathe, what would happen if they fucked.

She somehow managed to make her way back to the truck. Her pyjama was absolutely soaked near her vagina and just the thought of seeing his penis again made her quiver with ecstasy. She saw him coming towards the truck and immediately covered her pyjama with her blanket. He was wearing a towel and nothing above that. His hair was all wet.

"Oh, you woke up. Sorry, I had just gone to take a bath. If you need to get done with your stuff then do it. We shall leave in half-an-hour." He said wearing his vest from the previous day.

"No", Priyanka said smilingly, "I'm done."

He wore back his boxers and got on the truck and switched on the engine. Priyanka, meanwhile, kept thinking that what would he think if he knew the condition he had got her into. She was tightly gripping the blanket making sure all vantage points were covered. Her mind kept on going back to what she had seen. She had never in her life seen such a massive penis on a man. 'It is bigger than most of the dildos my friend use', she thought to herself. Why didn't her boyfriend have anything even remotely to his size. Her pussy was still leaking, after almost twenty minutes of the incident. She had never felt this way towards any man. For the first time, she was having an uncontrollable lust towards a man twice her age. A man who could easily be her father. Now all she wanted was to lie beneath him. 'The journey is long. I still have a few more days to get a taste of that monster.' She planned in her mind. She wanted it badly.

Bishwa thought to himself that why did this girl stare at his naked body while he was bathing. He knew that she was exactly his daughter's age, slightly younger. She was a petite brunette. He couldn't notice a lot while she was dozing off beside him. Her thin framework was in strike contrast to her boob size. 'Women her age don't have such hanging boobs', he thought to himself. They would shake continuously as he drove over rough patches on the road. Boobs this size are usually found on first time mothers.

This woman reminded her of his wife and their wedding night. His wife, Swati, was barely twenty-one years old, shy but had quite an appetite for sex. They would continuously mate during the first few months of their marriage. It was during this time they learnt a lot about each other's bodies. But it all reduced after she gave birth to his third child during which she died. He too got busy with his work after a few gloomy weeks. Since then, Bishwa had never laid eyes on any woman. But Priyanka was different.

She slept quietly beside him. Her hanging breasts shaking furiously. Her face was very attractive, with a thick pair of red lips and a beautiful, sensitive white skin. She represented a typical upper-caste woman but with an attractive flare.

They stopped for lunch in a local dhaba. "You don't come out, I'll get you your food here." Said Bishwa.

"Why?" Inquired Priyanka.

"I don't know this place. It might not be safe for a girl like you to roam around. This is a backward area. You stay here I'll get you your food."

After they ate, they began once again their journey. It was raining heavily. It was October too and it was getting quite chilly. Priyanka gripped her blanket tighter, she was feeling really cold. She continously chatted with Bishwa and found out a lot about him. She was just trying to exploit a loophole. She wanted to feel,for once, but a real man's penis felt like. She was in her twenties and constantly horny so it didn't matter to her whom she was having sex with, as long as she was satisfied.

The moment came that very night. It was raining heavily. After having dinner Bishwa parked the truck on the side as it had become very difficult to drive. Soon enough hail began to fall. Both, Priyanka and Bishwa watched the constant rain and hail fall as dusk gave way to a blue sky. The moon became visible soon enough. Priyanka was desperate.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Asked Bishwa. Now he wanted to know more about his companion. He admired her curvy body. Priyanka's figure reminded him of his own wife. Slim waist, petite body frame but with water-drop shaped hanging boobs. The only difference was Priyanka's skin tone. She was fair. Her silky smooth hair were now open and Bishwa noticed that they reached down to her knees. 'She is a goddess, this lass.' He thought to himself.

"No, I don't." She lied. She did have a boyfriend and she was not a virgin. She wanted him so she tried her best to look vulnerable and open.

"Then presumably you've never had sex either. Or have you."

"No, I'm a virgin!"

Bishwa just sat silently giving her the opportunity this time to break the long plateau-like silence.

"What is it like", Priyanka asked.

"It's the best feeling ever. Something which you've never felt before."

"Will you show me?" Asked Priyanka to which Bishwa just exclaimed. This twenty year old girl was asking him to take her virginity. How could he deny this opportunity. He hadn't had sex in years and now a beautiful young wench was seducing him. It was hard for him to say no.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to say no but I won't be using a condom and you might just get pregnant." Stated the prescient Bishwa.

"Don't worry. Just pull out before you are going to ejaculate." Replied Priyanka now facing him. Her kurti couldn't hide her voluptuous breasts hanging in front of her body frame. Bishwa also noticed her pyjama was visibly soaking wet near her vagina. 'No wonder it smells so funky in here', he thought.

Bishwa did not reply in the affirmative. His mind was still processing the repercussions of getting a girl her daughter's age pregnant. His heart was too soft to abandon her then and he would have to take her home if the inevitable happens. But he wanted her and she clearly desired him, her body atleast did. They just sat there staring at each other with lust. Priyanka's head bent down slightly but her gaze did not. The rain continued to fall heavily. They were alone in the middle of nowhere about to mate like wild animals. He, albeit twice her age had enough in his body to tire the hell out of this twenty year old girl.

Without saying a word, Bishwa picked her up from the seat and placed her on his thighs. She was shocked and impressed by this masculine gesture. Her pathetic boyfriend never had anything in him to compare what Bishwa was capable of.

Bishwa continued looking at her and started to stroke her hair gently. She closed her eyes and responded with passion. Then Bishwa gripped her head and slowly started kissing her. Passionate at first but getting wilder by each passing second. In his hands Priyanka was like a damsel in distress. She looked vulnerable, submissive but fervid and zealous. She truly wanted to come beneath this man. Their tongues intertwined in fiery passion as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. She couldn't resist as she opened her mouth to let him an easier entry into her. All she did was obey as he started to stroke her breasts without breaking their kiss.

Then he let go of her mouth for the first time in what felt like eternity to Priyanka. She had never felt so feminine towards anyone. Bishwa just did what he pleased and she complied to all his requests without complain. "Get rid of it quickly", commanded Bishwa. Priyanka like an impatient child started to get rid of her clothes. Within a minute she was completely naked, still sitting on his laps looking at him nervously.

Bishwa responded by getting rid of his clothes (there were hardly any) and then started by stroking her breasts gently. Her tits were a work of art, quite rare on young women. Soft and jiggly, Bishwa slowly took one in his mouth and started to suck on those pink nipples like a baby. Her milky white boobs made him horny. While he sucked on her breasts, Priyanka gently stroked his head like a lover would. She would shriek everytime he would bite her nipples too hard or squeeze them too tightly but she wouldn't dare stop him. Moreover it made her leak more love juice from her vagina as he dominated her in all areas.

Bishwa, a traditionalist, pushed her down on the back seat and lay on top of her in the missionary position. He had no time for a blowjob and went right for the kill.

He began gently, slow but steady strokes at first. As he penetrated new territory Bishwa knew that she wasn't a virgin but he continued without saying anything. With one strong push he squeezed the entirety of his organ inside Priyanka. This forced a loud shriek from Priyanka's mouth as she tried to adjust to his size. As was evidently clear from her gaping mouth, she had never experienced anything bigger inside her. Her boyfriend was not even half as big as this man. Bishwa was holding her hands hostage as she lay beneath him squeaking in pleasure.

Bishwa then kissed her neck, their bodies touching each other as he looked at her while slowly increasing his pace.

"Kiss me." She moaned. Bishwa started to kiss her passionately. This young 20 year old remined him of his first night. With the constant rain and hail around them, occasionally lit up by thunder, Priyanka experienced ecstasy. His mammoth was destroying her pussy with each thrust. She could hardly manage to not cry. Her eyes were wide and she was moaning loudly in pleasure as he took her places she had never been.

After a few minutes she was about to have her first orgasm. Sensing this, Bishwa increases his pace while biting her neck violently. Nearing orgasm Priyanka locked his body with her feet and started to scratch his back with her nails, tempting him to retaliate with more force. Within a few more piston-like thrusts, she let go of her body as she orgasmed. Her eyes rolled back and she smiled in pleasure.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, ahhhmm. Fuhh meee daddyy." She shouted as he drove his tool right into her womb. Her body was shivering and shaking as she orgasmed. Her feet too were out of control as she shook with each gush of lustful emotion that rippled through her body. It lasted only a few seconds but for her it may have lasted a year. She had never felt like this before. This man who was old enough to be her father was giving her a pounding of a lifetime.

Bishwa then sat and told her to climb on top of him. For the first time he allowed a woman to be on top of him. He was a traditionalist but he wanted to experience everything with this girl. Priyanka, like an obedient kid followed his command. She sat on top of him as held her tightly against his chest and kissed her. She stroked her hair behind her ears all the while exploring his mouth. He spanked her hard on her plump ass cheeks. She squealed in pain. He continued spanking her until both her ass cheeks became red. Bishwa was being passionated and wild while having sex with her.

After a while they broke their kiss and he started to suck on her tits. He would occasionally slap them too from time to time and watch them jiggle in excitement. She started to move slowly on his shaft. They locked in a tight embrace as she moved in a motion against to his. She was experiencing heaven having sex with him. Her slender hands reached her gaping mouth as she tried to cover her mouth but he held them behind her back.

His piston was still pounding strongly and with over an hour gone she started to wonder how long he would go. She then got on all fours as he penetrated her from behind. Almost instinctively, Bishwa gripped her long hair as he rammed his huge penis inside her tiny hole. Her ass couldn't take any more spanking as it was as red as a plum. Doggystyle her from the back he made her orgasm again. This time he could witness her bodies' reaction as well. As she orgsamed her body loosened up with her eyes rolling back into her head. He was kissing her but she was in a different realm. He continued to pound her while she orgasmed. Her toes curled up as she started to shake violently. This orgasm was even better than the last.

After that they returned back to the missionary position. She would stroke his back gently and scratch it as he would rifle his body into hers. The evening had given way to night but the rain hadn't stopped. They had been fucking relentlessly on the back of the seats where there was only enough room to put one bed but that was all they needed. Priyanka then sensed that he was about to cum as his penis enlarged stretching her interior even further.

"Cum on my face ahh!" She moaned. But he didn't listen. He continued fucking her.

"Ahh please cum on my face. Uhhnn I will get pregnahh if you do it inside uhh me." She could barely speak as she tried to stop him from cumming in her.

"No!" He replied with only a single word as he increased his pace.

"No please nnnn. Stop please I'll get pregnant." But he wouldn't listen. He gripped her hands tightly behind her head. She couldn't outwrestle him, he was way too powerful for her. She just lay still for him to fill her up knowing that all it takes is one of his sperms to destroy her life. But she enjoyed it too much so she stopped complaining after a while.

With another few strong thrusts he released all of his supplies inside her. Strong gush after gush filled her womb within seconds of ejaculation. The warm feeling of his jizz and the risk of becoming a mother to a 55 year old truck driver compelled her to cum again. Her life was destroyed. She was ovulating and she knew that with the amount of kids he had deposited inside her womb, atleast one had found its way into her eggs. At that moment, almost instinctively, she knew that she was going to be a mother.

Bishwa changed positions with her. As she lay beside him, locked in his loving embrace, she slept knowing very well that her life was about to change completely.

THE-END

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[hotaks]

#Kaniha

I grew up in a tiny village where everyone knew everyone. All the women worked in fields and managed homes, some were also teachers and doctors but they were all those who had studied elsewhere and moved to our village. The house that carried the most respect in our village belonged to the Shyam.

Mr. and Mrs. Shyam came from a wealthy family, I'm not sure where their wealth came from, but in our village they were responsible for all the good things. The school I studied in was built by them, the kids who went away to study took loans from them, the village PHO got new equipment and a duty doctor because of them, and they even organised village fairs every year.

That was until Mr. Shyam disappeared one day, leaving behind Mrs. Shyam and their son. Then the stories ran wild about why he had left - the most popular one being that he had been having an affair in the city and grew weary of his wife and life in the village. I remember wondering why anyone would leave such a beautiful wife behind. The kid was annoying, but the wife made up for it.

Mrs. Shyam had beautiful long black hair that fell down to the small of her back but she would tie it up (it was hot I guess). Her boobs were not massive but just right, and she had an ass that you could stare at even when she wore a salwar kameez. But most of the time, she wore a long skirt and a t-shirt. When Mr. Shyam left, there were (within weeks) a whole line of suitors for her, but she avoided all of them. She was about 39 years old then, and no one pushed really hard, because she still **censored** for and ran most of the utilities in the village, and if it was not worth losing all of that. Moreover, she was 'tainted' in my village, which is I suppose the worst thing that could happen to you.

I was still in school at 18, I started school late because till I was 10 there wasn't really a school in the village. There were a few others like me were also in school, I think the oldest kid was 22. I didn't really like school. Before I joined school, I did odd jobs for everyone and earned money. I would wrap up work at my father's milk and eggs business in the morning and spend the rest of the day earning bits for things like helping some old lady carry groceries home, or spreading cow dung cakes in someone's yard, carrying water to someone's home or other jobs.

So even after school started, no one could stop me from doing these chores. I would spend every minute I could before dinner earning money, bits at a time. In doing so I would try to spend as much time around Kaniha aunty's (Mrs. Shyam) house as possible. Just so she would hail me and give me chores, giving me an excuse to gawk at her and let my imagination go wild.

In my head, I had sucked on her tits and fucked her in the ass but in reality all I could do was stare at her.

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I had just finished school on that day and I was heading to my neighbourhood looking to pick up some work collecting junk. I turned a corner and saw Kaniha aunty's boobs in a black saree coming towards me. She usually didn't wear a saree but she wore it only to some girls only class she taught outside of school (in hindsight, it was probably a women's health class).

She was looking right at me, and as she was passing me stopped to ask if I'd walk with her. I took the invitation without thinking or saying a word. She explained that she wanted to look after her son who was being bullied and beaten up at school but she couldn't do much herself. She wanted me to tail him and make sure he didn't get into any trouble and promised me good money for it.

Even though it was easy for me to do so, I saw it as an opening to get closer to her, so I told her it would be easier if I had an excuse to come to her house every so often. She had one ready, and suggested that she would let her son know that I was helping them tend to the fruit garden she had in the yard. I was in.

For a month or two, it was just me ogling at Kaniha aunty every chance I got. She even had some girls coming to her for advice who were pretty hot too, but she was the queen. Her son had no more issues with bullies just because 2 days a week he walked home with me and the rest of the days I walked a safe distance behind making sure no one bothered him. I actually began helping Kaniha aunty in the garden, bringing her new fruit seeds that she could put in and bringing cow dung to use as manure.

In my head, I was fucking her every day. I didn't really have the balls to do anything about it until one day when I was walking in from the garden and must've slipped because of my wet feet. Kaniha aunty was right in front of me and as I fell, I grabbed her boobs for support. She was now pushed up against the wall and my hands were on her boobs. I didn't let go for a couple of seconds at least. She had a sort of shocked look on her face and said nothing till I let go. Although I felt the urge to apologise, there was a voice in my head that said, 'Wow, you touched Kaniha aunty's boobs'.

So instead, I just pretended like my foot hurt and bent down to examine it. A few more moments passed in silence, then she said 'Keela, are you okay?'

(Keela is not my name, its just what people affectionately call me)

I said yeah, I just tripped and needed to sit for a minute. I could only think of the firmness of her boobs and although I didn't really feel her nipples, I could feel the outline of the bra from her t-shirt.

"Should I bring you some Ice?'

'No it's fine aunty, I'm okay, just slipped.'

I got up and went about my work as usual and after a while she went back to normal as well. When I was leaving, instead of just waving as she usually did, she hugged me goodbye and I felt the boobs on my chest again.

It was just a cursory hug, but it was all the encouragement I needed. To explain the magnitude of this gesture, no one ever hugged in my village. Parents didn't hug their kids. Husbands and wives didn't hug in public, but Kaniha aunty was different.

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I mulled it over for the next couple of days and things were normal between Kaniha aunty and me but I was plotting my next move. The opportunity came soon enough when we were plucking guavas from her tree, I had climbed up the tree and I looked down at her handing her guavas but I left a few of the ones on the low branches on the tree.

Once I was down, I pretended not to be able to reach the fruit on my own. I told her I had an idea and took the basket from her. I asked her to climb the tree, she seemed apprehensive so I told her I'd help her.

I swooped down and put my arms around her thighs and picked her up. A swift gasp escaped her, my right hand was cupping her bum, and my face was pressed against her waist.

'Can you reach the branch?' I asked before she could react.

'Yes', she breathed as she grabbed onto the branch and climbed up. As she did she rested her feet on my shoulders to boost herself up. A brief glimpse upwards showed me she was wearing black tights underneath the skirt, disappointed as I was at the sight, I had just cupped her butt and was going to try and do it again when she came back down.

When she was done picking all the fruit, she dangled her feet off the tree.

She said, 'Can you help me? I don't think I'll be able to jump down.'

So I held her feet to my shoulders and on the pretence of stabilising it ran my hand up her calf while determinedly not looking at her. She bent her knees and started to slide down. As she did, her skirt rode up and I was holding her ass with just the thin material of the tights separating us. I set her down, and finally looked at her face, she seemed to be blushing.

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At this point I was emboldened to the extent that I didn't even make great excuses anymore. I brushed my hand on her boobs while reaching for something, rested my hand on her back or thighs on the pretext of supporting her or myself.

The boldest I had been so far was fully grabbing and fondling her boobs while picking her up from pulling out the weeds. But she was no less, when I came up behind her to see what she was cooking or to hand her something, she pressed her butt up against me constantly.

This carried on for weeks and I wondered if we would ever get to a point that I could kiss her or feel her skin more intimately. Of course I still fantasised about fucking her but my focus was only on the next step. My opportunity came when she was ill.

I went to Kaniha aunty's house as usual after school, her son told me at school that she was unwell but I went to tend to the garden anyway. I asked him what was wrong with her and he said she had a bad headache and was up all night.

So I finished up all the work and thought I'd look in on her before I left. I knocked on the door of her room but no one answered after a couple of tries. I eventually pushed it open a bit and peeked in, Kaniha aunty was asleep in her pink nightie. I stepped in and walked towards her, she was lying on her side facing away from me. I put a palm on her forehead and couldn't feel a temperature, she still didn't wake.

I was hoping that she would wake up so I could offer her a massage and touch her some more. So, I felt her neck as well, in the hope that it would jerk her awake.

As I looked around and found a strip of painkillers on the table next to the bed. It set the cogs of my mind in motion. I thought even if she woke up I was going to go for it.I steeled myself and put a hand on her ass. I started to caress it and squeeze it and still no reaction from her. She had one palm on the pillow and the other under her head as she slept, still nothing moved.

I ventured my hand into the crack of her ass, wedging her panties in there in the process, I'm sure. I rubbed my finger along the crack but I could only feel the folds of her panties. I knelt and kissed her ass. Fuck! I couldn't believe it.

I started rubbing my dick in my pants with one hand and traced the seam of her now wedged pantied with the other, pausing to feel her crack or kiss her ass. I tried to reach around and touch her pussy but she had her leg folded so I would have had to physically move her to gain access. So I stood again, looked at her face and still detected no change. I touched her lips and put a finger inside her mouth. Oh fuck this was ecstasy.

I took my slightly damp finger with her sweat and touched her boob. There was no bra under her nightie. I felt like an electric current ran through me.

Her boob felt firm in my hand and as I caressed my way up tot he nipple, it was erect. Did this mean she was awake? I paused to look at the face again and nothing.

In my ballsiest move yet, I slid my hand inside the top of her nightie. I was feeling her bare boob. It was actually the nook between her boobs that I felt because they were squeezed together but I worked my way in till I could cup it gently. Oh fuck, I pulled my dick out and started to stroke it. My thumb now found her nipple and I was squeezing her tit gently. My cock was facing the table and I thought I'll clean up the mess because this lady was going to make me cum. As I sort of tit fucked her with my finger, I felt my knees go as I came and despite my best laid plans some of my cum landed in her hair and the rest of it on the table and floor.

SHIT. What do I do now? I grabbed some newspaper and cleaned the floor and table. Then I used my handkerchief to mop up as much of it as I could from her hair. But as I left I couldn't help myself and dipped a finger into my cum stained handkerchief and laid it on her lips for a few seconds before leaving.

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I wasn't even supposed to go to Kaniha aunty's place the next day, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to know if she knew or if she'd say something. I was consumed by nervous excitement. I **censored** not attention in school (worse than usual). I headed to her place immediately after.

She opened the door in a yellow t-shirt and track pants and welcomed me as usual, 'Keela! What a surprise? What are you doing here?'

She hugged me as she said it. I took it as a sign that either she didn't know what happened or she knew it happened and was playing it cool.

'Oh, nothing aunty, I couldn't finish clearing the leaves from the yard so I thought I'd do that today.'

'Oh okay, good, go on. I'm sorry I really wasn't well yesterday so I couldn't come and help you.'

'Are you feeling better today?'

'Yeah, but I didn't really finish my sleep so I'm hoping to get some of that now. I'm going to pass out now but you go on and do whatever you want to.'

'Ok, I'm going to go in the back then.'

'Mmhmm, see you.'

Phew, she didn't know. I wasn't in any trouble. I just had to pretend to work for a bit and then I could go. I went to work in the yard, trying to idle the time by but really just going over that foray in the bedroom again and again. I wondered if she tasted my cum on her lips when she woke.

Once enough time had passed, I was going to leave. I wondered if I could say bye before I left but I didn't want to disturb her nap.

WAIT! I froze mid-step, running the conversation I had just had with her back in my head. I was just so relieved that I was off the hook. I wasn't listening to her. What had just happened?

I had to check in on her and then go. I couldn't not take the chance. She had basically asked me to..

I pushed open the door of the bedroom. She had changed into the flimsiest yellow nightie and was lying on her tummy with her left leg raised to the left so it hiked up the nightie such that I could see the back of her right thigh and a bit of her bum. Was she not wearing panties?

I looked at the table, no tablets in sight, could I take the leap?

I was all in. I walked up to stand beside her. I put my hand under the nightie and placed it where I thought her pussy was and my fingers landed on her bush. She wasn't wearing panties.

I slowly trailed my hand down and it found a moist spot. I put some light pressure on it, she twitched but there was no change in her posture. Her face was angled away from me so I couldn't see her expression. I moved my finger in a little circle picking up on the moisture, then I smelt it for a moment before putting my fingers in her mouth.

I lowered myself to a kneeling position and started kissing her from the base of her neck all the way down while my fingers were in her mouth. When, I reached the small of her back, I withdrew my fingers and put them in the crack of her ass. The touch of my wet fingers on her asshole prompted a sharp intake of breath from her.

She continued to be motionless but i knew I had free reign. I pulled the nightie further up exposing her whole ass and giving me a first glimpse of her bushy pussy. Her ass was beautiful, dusky skin converging towards that brown hole and the pink of her pussy was visible through the bush.

I spread her cheeks and kissed her asshole. Again she twitched. I began to lick her gently and then beginning to dart my tongue into her brown hole. I spit in it and slid in a finger, I felt her back arch and heard an 'unnh'. I tried to thrust in and out with my finger but it felt a bit dry. So I went back to the licking. I progressed up to her pussy and started to lick her there as well punctuating it with kisses to her thigh and around the crotch. She smelt so good down here.

My tongue explored the outer walls of her pussy but I was eager to be in her. I began to lick and gently suck on her clit. It was a bit hard to do that because her pussy was sideways because her leg was out at an angle. So I changed position and with on hand on her shoulder I slowly inserted one finger into her pussy like I was fucking her sideways with my finger.

I let go of her shoulder and pulled my own cock out of my pants. I began stroking it. I didn't have a condom but I didn't intend to cum in her. I pulled my fingers back and licked then. She tasted heavenly. I got behind her and touched the tip of my dick onto her pussy when she moved suddenly. I was startled and thrown off balance as I stumbled backwards. I figured I had finally gone too far.

When I looked back at her though, she had just turned with her face turned towards the edge of the bed, mouth lolling slightly open. I think I was going to fall in love with this woman.

I approached her again and pulled her nightie back to expose her butt again and her stomach. The access to her pussy was blocked by her raised leg. I guided my cock to her lips and rubbed them with it before pushing it slightly inwards. With my cock resting in her mouth, I reached under the neck of her nightie to fondle her booobs.

When I pinched a nipple she sucked on my dick, almost like she would suck on a straw and I nearly came from just that. I put one hand on the back of her head and started to thrust in it. Apart from the sucking motions she made, she was still. I thrust quicker and quicker till I came in her mouth. Fuck me, she was so hot.

I stepped back to see her face slightly pink but continued to pretend to sleep. I spanked her and planted a kiss on her ass before I left.

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I had made up my mind, I was going to fuck Kaniha aunty. I wanted to take a condom with me but if I bought one, the whole fucking town would know. I would have to risk it without one.

That day I didn't go to her place after school. I waited till it was time for dinner. I had made some shit excuse about staying elsewhere and gone to her place. When she came to the door, she was a bit taken aback.

'Keela, are you okay? What happened? Why didn't you come earlier?'

'I'm fine aunty, I can't stay home tonight. Would it be okay if I stayed here?'

'Oh, do your parents know you're here?'

'No, they think I'm at Arjun's place but it's okay.'

'Ok, come in, let's talk'

I followed her to the kitchen.

'Did you eat?'

'Yes, thank you'

'Okay, will you have something to drink then?'

'Sure, anything cold will be good.'

She went over to the fridge and bent a bit forward to see what was in there. I walked up behind her and pressed myself onto her ass and grabbed her boobs from behind.

'Keela...'

As she straightened up I nibbled on her neck and ear.

'Keela...'

'I want to fuck you, Kaniha'

'Mmmhhhmmm..'

She closed the door of the fridge and moved a bit ahead, reached around and grabbed the waistband of my shorts without looking back and walked forward. I let my hands fall to my side and followed.

She led me once again to her bedroom and once we were in she locked the door behind her and pressed me up against it. She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. As she planted kisses on my chest and neck, I whispered, 'You're so hot Kaniha, I've been waiting for this for so long.'

She looked up at me and smiled, then she began to squat, as she lowered herself she pulled my shorts and underwear down with her. She began to make her way up the inside of my thigh kissing her way up. She kissed my dick and gave it an extra lick before standing back up. She began to take off the t-shirt she was wearing when I put my hands on her back and pulled her into me.The feeling of her boobs touching my chest made me so hard.

I kissed her. Our hands were exploring each other's bodies as our tongues met and when we pulled back we were out of breath. I put my hands slightly under her ass and lifted her, she straddled me with her legs and I carried her to the bed.

'Fuck my ass with your finger again Keela..'

I nearly ripped off the pants she wore in my eagerness to follow her instruction. I shoved my fingers in her mouth moving them in and out to get them properly wet. She lay on her back and held both her legs in her arms so they framed her torso and face, spreading her pussy and asshole. I licked it and spat on it before plunging a finger in there again.

'Haaaaaannnggghhh! Fuck me Keela!'

I moved the finger in and out a few times.

'Aaagh, aagh, stop.. there 's some coconut oil near the mirror'

As I stepped away to grab the oil the full beauty of Kaniha struck me as she presented her ass to me.

I dribbled some oil on her asshole and supported her up by her lower back so it kind of pooled on it. I then rubbed plenty of it on my finger and went again.

'Hnnnnghh yeah! Yes! Yes! Harder'

I increased the pace of it a bit but with every thrust her whole body shook. Each thrust punctuated by a 'Hngh' sound from her and she was biting her lip.The 'Hnghs' came faster as I went harder, I was afraid I was punching her si I kept checking if she was okay.

'Mmmhmm, keep going.'

So I did, I also leaned in and started licking her pussy while my finger penetrated her ass. The smell of coconut mixed with the juices of her pussy were intoxicating. He kept making muffled sounds till she had a sharp intake of breath and said, 'Fuck me in the ass'

I was keen to oblige and I tried to enter Kaniha's behind but it didn't seem to want to go in. 'You're too tight Kaniha.'

'Call me aunty'

'I'm going to fuck you aunty'

I pulled her towards me so her ass was slightly over the edge of the bed, I guided my dick towards her pussy. It took me a couple of tries but I finally entered her.

She made another muffled cry and grabbed my hips. As I thrust slowly, I could see her boobs move in rhythm. 'Ohh aunty...'

I knew I wasn't going to last too long with this beautiful woman. I cried, ' Aunty, I'm going to come!'

She just nodded and pointed at her stomach. I pulled out and came all over her stomach and got some on her tits.

'Thanks... Can I help you cum?', I asked, slightly guilty as she wiped the cum off her tummy.

'Mmmhmm'

I cuddled up behind her and rolled her so she was on top of me. I fondled her boobs with my left hand as my right found her pussy, rubbing the clit and penetrating her with my finger. "Is this good?'

I could feel her nod above me.

'You're so fucking hot aunty...'

'Licking your ass is heaven...'

"Do it again', she breathed.

'Get on all fours'

As she did, I came up behind her and began to lick her ass and finger her pussy at the same time.

'Hngh gngh hngh yeah'

After a while, I turned her over and continued to lick her ass while fingering her pussy. She pressed my head deeper into her ass and then straddled my face to her crotch with her thighs. Oh fuck it was heaven, and then she quivered and let go.

'Next time I want that dick in my ass, Keela', she said and smiled as we lay there.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

#Amala Paul

This story dates back to when I was 22 and I was renting a flat in one of Mumbai's many suburbs.

I have always used domestic help since I lived alone and I was never good at cooking & cleaning. Over the years some of the maids were young, some were old, some interesting and some not worth looking at. I never did or even tried to act fresh with any of them and that's why I always had a very good impression with my maids. In fact throughout my building I was known as a very genial and helpful person. I have always maintained good relationships with everyone -- from my watchman to my neighbors. When it came to maids, I always preferred locals because I had had some bad experiences.

So it was very surprising when one day my maid asked me a favor. She wanted to give up her job at my place and wanted me to shelter a woman who would also act as my new maid. The reasons being that she was thrown out of her shanty by the cops and because she was illegal there was no respite in terms of harassment. To top it all, her husband ran away leaving her with a 5 month old infant. She was in a desperate situation. She knew my maid because they worked in the same building and asked her for help. My maid is a kind hearted middle aged lady who took pity on her and decided to help her out. According to her I was the only 'kind-hearted' guy living in a large house without any family or other commitments. And so she asked me whether Amala could live in my house and work full time. I was dead set against it simply because of the kid. But I was pestered persistently and I finally gave in. I asked her to bring her in.

The first time I saw Amala she was in pitiful state. She was carrying a small battered suitcase in one hand and a small infant in the other. Her clothes were old and worn out. She felt completely out of place and kept uttering 'Shukriya' (Thank you) repeatedly. I showed her the house and since I had a spare bedroom I asked to take it up as her temporary residence. She was very grateful and happy and even I felt good about myself. I was still concerned about the child and wondered what kind of a nuisance that would turn out to be. We decided that I would still pay her for her maid services in addition to sheltering her. However there wasn't enough work in my house to justify a full time maid. So we decided that she could keep some of her old clients and that would help her get some extra money. I told her not to worry about food since feeding 2 extra mouths wasn't a big deal for me. On this she told me that it would be only one mouth since her baby was breastfeeding. I remember this was the first time I explicitly thought of her in a sexual way and my cock gave the slightest of a twitch in my pants. I was wondering what it would be to have a breastfeeding woman live in my house. But those thoughts were quickly dispelled by my worries of having a new person in my house and how it would affect my daily routine.

First Week

The first week was chaotic at the best. Even though the baby didn't cry all that often, it bawled once in a while and that drove me nuts. Amala immediately sensed my irritation and she would do her best to pacify her. She would lock the door of her room to reduce the noise and at the same time give herself some privacy for breastfeeding. We quickly slipped into a routine. We would both get up early and do our morning chores. After that she would prepare breakfast for me while I got ready and watched TV. I would leave by 8:30 and she would clean up after me. After I left, she finished cooking and cleaning in two other apartments. I would return home by 6:30. She would be back home and have tea ready by then. After tea I would either hit the gym or watch TV while she prepared dinner. Dinner was served by 9:00 after which I retired to my room or watched some TV. After dinner I encouraged her to join me in the main room to watch TV and I would keep the Hindi channels because she was pretty fluent in Hindi.

But of course there are so many other things that she had to learn. I had to explain how to operate my washing machine and microwave oven etc. She was an enthusiastic learner. These small things made us grow comfortable with each other. We would share a joke occasionally. She learned quickly and within a few weeks made herself right at home.

But within that time I also realized that neither she nor her baby had the right or adequate number of clothes. She would wear her set of 4-5 sarees over and over again. And I had no idea about the status of her underwear department. Even the kid needed new clothes. Once when her saree pallu wasn't covering her chest completely I noticed 2 damp spots on her blouse in the general area of her nipples. I realized it was her milk and although I was a little aroused, I felt sorry for her. This was also the time when I first started noticing her body more closely.

Let me describe Amala to you. She was a tall woman by Indian standards with a perfectly oval face. Her skin was dark, smooth and had a beautiful sheen to it. Her eyes were almond shaped and her lips were full. She had a beautiful smile and excellent teeth (no tobacco or other bad habits). Her hair was waist long, jet black and bordering on curly. She was on the slim side and because she was tall she had a slight hunch. Her blouses didn't go a long way down and she wore her petticoat just above her navel. Hence there was a lot of gap between the end of her blouse and the beginning of her petticoat. She generally kept her chest well covered with her pallu draping it completely. But her back was always exposed and it was long, slender and her spine was well accentuated. There was only the slightest hint of fat on her waist. I couldn't make out the size of her tits although from their outline I felt that they were nice and full probably because she was lactating. She had wide, rounded hips. She would wear a saree day in and day out while relaxing, sleeping or working.

After about a month I finally asked her if she would like new clothes. As expected she refused flat out. I insisted and she said that she would buy new saree's in a few days time. I gave her some money to help her out and she took it reluctantly. Apart from saree's I knew she needed some night clothes and I asked her if she would mind if I picked up a few. I could easily estimate her size and anyways the fit didn't have to be perfect. She stared blankly at me for a short while but she didn't say anything. I took that as a yes. Of course I also wanted to buy her some underwear made for nursing mothers but I didn't know how to ask her size. That evening when she was preparing dinner I went into her room and checked her small pile of clothes. There were no bras in the pile so I assumed that she wasn't in the habit of wearing them. Her panties were all multi-colored without any markings.

So the next day I had to go through the embarrassing ordeal of buying nighties and underwear. The nighties had an enormous range from plain to fancy. Even within the maternity ones I couldn't decide. So I picked 2 maternity and 2 regular ones for her. I chose the more fancy ones with smoother materials and a lot of lace. Shopping for panties was a little easier. I simply bought half a dozen of them in different colors. On returning home I first gave her the nighties telling her to wear them while at home. She became a bit uncomfortable but she accepted them gratefully. I showed her the zips on both sides near the chest area and told her "(for feeding the child)". She was visibly embarrassed. The panties were all rolled in a brown bag. I just handed her the bag saying "I felt you needed this too" and fled the room.

The rest of the evening passed without incident. When she came to server me dinner I asked her if everything 'fitted' well and she gave me a smile and said everything was just fine and thanked me again. Next morning when I woke up and walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Amala wearing her new nightgown. It was a regular one which turned out to be quite figure-hugging. It showed off her curves very nicely. She had just come out of the shower and her hair was undone and a little damp. She saw me checking her out and smiled at me. I grinned and blurted out "You are looking nice". She didn't make any comments but I could sense a smile at the edges. I felt some tension in the air. Because she just had a bath and the AC was on I could detect her nipples under the soft fabric of the gown. I convinced her to take some money and buy some saree's and clothes for the infant.

Getting to know each other

Amala turned out to be a very easy going person with a ready giggle and happy-go-lucky attitude. We would chat in the evenings -- she would be talking and I would be listening most of the times. She asked me about my work but I found it difficult to explain what I did for a living. That didn't discourage her from asking questions with her usual enthusiasm and inquisitiveness. She was taking good care of me and the house and I was thankful for that so I didn't mind her talkative nature. Actually I liked hearing her voice and she had a pleasant smile. I also loved playing with the kid which she particularly liked.

As the days passed I was unmistakably getting attracted to her. Just observing her move around in her saree was a huge turn on. Her short blouse with deep back left a lot of flesh exposed. Her slender waist contrasted her large child-bearing hips which swayed beautifully as she walked. Her thin cotton sarees that clung to her bust was a source of numerous wet dreams. My apartment had a narrow corridor which connected all the rooms and I got plenty of chanced to brush past her. Soon I started fantasizing about fucking her. Every part of her body -- her eyes, lips, hair and even her fingers began to turn me on.

But I also knew that I had some amount of affection for her so I wasn't about to try anything stupid. I knew she felt obliged by my action of sheltering her and hence she took very good care of me. And that in turn made me feel responsible for my actions. She would care about every aspect of my life -- appearance, health, work timings, eating and sleeping habits. It felt nice to be cared and wanted. On occasions she would catch me staring at her but she would always give me a wonderful smile. I wouldn't know what went on in her mind during those times but I am guessing she liked me as a man and found me attractive.

Sometimes when I would get bored I would stand at the entrance of the kitchen or the bathroom as she cooked or washed. Initially she was surprised but later on she chatted me up sensing that I was getting bored. While washing clothes on the bathroom floor she had this habit of bunching up her pallu so it would run up the middle of her blouse. I could clearly see her milk-laden breasts straining against the blouse and she rocked back and forth. Because she didn't wear a bra I could sometimes see the outlines of her erect nipples through the blouse. After talking with her for a few minutes I would excuse myself (saying I needed to use the WC), jack off and rejoin her. This happened so frequently that it would take an idiot not to recognize the pattern. I am sure she did but did nothing to discourage me from talking to her and neither did she adjust her pallu.

Our inhibitions were melting fast. I made it a habit to come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I didn't have a six-pack but I had a broad, hairy chest which I made sure she saw on more than one occasion. All these actions made her only more friendly and talkative towards me. I couldn't understand whether she was flirting or just being overly friendly. So I just didn't know how to take it to the next step because she had never behaved inappropriately with me.

My lucky break came with a disease endemic to India -- Malaria. I have got it about 4-5 times in my lifetime and I know the symptoms so well that I can pretty much diagnose myself. One evening after coming back from work I was already feeling feverish and stiff. After dinner the fever increased and by midnight I got the chills. I knew it was the mosquitoes at work and I took some tablets to reduce the fever. In the morning I went to the doctor and got my blood work and got started on my treatment. I hadn't bothered Amala with the details till now though she knew I wasn't feeling well.

After coming home I was feeling extremely weak. I told her about the Malaria and she immediately started fretting over me. I called work to take the week off and went to my room to lie down. She came into my room and I instructed her to keep checking on my fever and keep giving me pills at regular intervals. Over the next few days she was constantly at my side checking on me, giving me food and medicine and in general giving me company. She tucked me in as I suffered the chills and even slept on the floor in my room for a couple of nights. By the night third day I was reeking and I needed to bathe. But she stopped me as soon as she saw what I was about to do. I sensed an opportunity and asked whether she would give me a sponge bath. To my surprise she didn't hesitate and asked to me remove my shirt and lie down while she went and prepared the warm water.

My first sponge bath at the lovely hands of Amala was exquisite. She sat next to my waist and started to clean me with the warm and wet towel. She started at my neck and had to lean over me to do that. She was still wearing her day saree and I could see one of her breasts was outside the pallu. I could clearly see its shape and its heaviness as it strained against the fabric of her blouse. It gently swayed as she delicately cleaned my entire torso. At the moment all I could think of was to rip her blouse and suck on that tit of hers real hard. I could even smell her musky aroma after a hard day's work. In my drugged and weak state I didn't realize that I was staring at her chest area until she coughed and adjusted her pallu to cover her exposed breast. Our eyes met as I looked up sheepishly. I gave her a weak smile to which she responded with a faint smile of her own. She turned me over and cleaned my back. After she was done I asked her to hand me the wet towel and leave the room as I had to clean 'down there'. As I wrapped the wet towel around my flaccid dick I realized that it had been a long time since I was inside a woman since my college girlfriend. I again debated if making a move on Amala was the right thing and if so what would be the ideal time. As I lay down there, thinking about the 10 minutes during which she cleaned me I knew I had to have her. It was just a question of how delicately I could put forward my intentions. I called for her and when she entered my room I noticed she had showered and changed into her nightie. I told her my head was paining and whether she would apply some balm and massage it. She immediately got the balm and sat at the head of the bed on my right. In this position she was behind me and I couldn't see her. But I could sense her left thigh and hip was close to my head. After a few minutes I gathered the courage, lifted my head and placed it on her left thigh. My eyes were shut tight as I hoped for the best. To my relief she adjusted my head a bit more and continued with her massage! I was really happy that she had allowed me to become a bit closer to her. After some time I asked her to stop, slid down from her thigh and feel asleep.

The next night we followed the same routine -- sponge bath with head massage. On the third night when she came to give me a sponge bath I noticed that she had her pallu bunched up just the way she did when she washed clothes! I didn't know what to make of it but I decided to stare at her chest brazenly. I felt her movements were a bit exaggerated today. Her chest was closer to my face than other nights. Or maybe I was imagining things. While massaging my head she even took it and placed it on her thigh herself. I was overjoyed with this marked changed in attitude! I decided to take this a step further. When she asked me if she could stop I pretended I was sleepy and she didn't disturb me. I actually fell asleep in that position and didn't realize when she left my room. In the morning everything was back to normal. I was feeling much better but was still weak.

I decided to take complete rest for 2 more days not only to recover but also to receive the special treatment I was receiving from my lovely maid. I noticed there was a definite change in her demeanor. She appeared more confident and in charge. But apart from that it was business as usual during the day. It was only during the night that I could sense some tension between us.

Breaking the ice

Obviously my sponge baths had to stop within a few days but I didn't want to lose the intimacy that we had developed. I found a perfect excuse. I told her that my feet got tired at the end of a hard day of work and they needed massaging. I used to sit in a cube the whole day but of course she didn't know. She immediately offered to massage them. She usually massaged my feet as I watched TV. She would sit on the ground and I would be seated in my sofa. I would wear pajama's at home which I would hoist up to my knees. These became a nuisance and I switched to wearing a 'lungi' with nothing underneath.

She massaged my legs facing the TV so she would place my foot on her knee to get access to the calf. I was shirtless most of the time. Just a lungi was my preferred attire in presence of Amala. And she became really careless about her pallu which was mostly bunched up between her jugs or dropping all the time. She even fed the kid in the same room as me a few times, although with her back turned towards me. I bought her a few more nighties and sarees. These were mostly gowns with no sleeves and a sexy, satin material. She would wear these during our massages and I would compliment her often which flattered her to no end. Touching each other became more commonplace. I had now progressed from tapping her shoulder to touching her back if I needed to get her attention. She would massage my back, shoulders, and arms.

Finally one day I decided and told her to massage my "injured" hamstring. She asked me to lie on my back. But I told her that I wanted to watch TV. I was sitting in an armchair with my lungi lifted to my knees. This time she had no option but to turn towards me and squat between my legs. She told me to sit on the edge of the chair so she could reach it. Her face was just a couple of feet away and level with my crotch. She took some warm oil and dipped her hands into my lungi and starting massaging my thigh. It was an exquisite feeling and within minutes I was rock hard although the lungi cleverly hides erections. She was also careful not to touch my crotch. I complimented her on her technique and told her to work on the other thigh. 30 minutes of Amala's thigh massage and I was ready to burst. I purposely let out loud contented sighs to let her know the pleasurable effect she was having on me.

The next day when she came to massage me, she was wearing a new sleeveless, satiny robe. Her dark skin was glistening with after shower sweat. Her hair was loosely tied and still slightly damp. The fell in curls on her back where it made the gown wet. Her arms were slim with just the right amount of flesh. She was looking like a sex goddess that descended on earth to serve me. I knew I had to do something that night. I asked her to work on the hamstring again. When she turned to face me I saw her mammaries straining against the satin and her nubs making unmistakable imprints on the smooth & soft fabric. She caught me staring at her but didn't comment. My cock was pulsating visibly and I saw her sneaking glances at the rhythmic movement of the fabric. I was becoming desperate. I told her that the oil had given me a rash or something. She felt the area but said she couldn't find anything wrong. I told her the skin was itching badly and lifted my leg to show her the spot. This caused my lungi to slide all the way back to my waist revealing my raging hard on. My balls had bunched up and were swollen to the size of eggs. My head had enlarged to an impossible size and was bright red. And my shaft was covered with bulging veins and throbbing violently.

Amala, a young, single, beautiful, mother living with a man unrelated to her for the past 3 months, needed no further encouragement. The next few minutes were in slow motion. She placed both her hands on my thighs and moved slowly towards my crotch. One hand cupped my balls as if she owned them and the other hands snaked around the shaft and bent it towards her. Her fingers were wrapped around my cock while her thumb was pressing and playing with the head. She put pressure at the base which caused pre-cum to escape. She caught the flow with her thumb and spread it on the head with all her fingers. Her attention was solely focused on my cock head. She kept pressing it, checking its firmness and kept lubricating it as my pre-cum flowed like a river. I realized her face was inches away from my cock. She extended her tongue and caught the next drop. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and nudged her closer. She got the message and opened her mouth into which I guided my cock head. She sucked it like an expert biting on the head every so often. Both her hands were on my shaft and she looked a small girl with a lollipop. I wanted to see her breasts but the feeling of her warm mouth on my mushroom was too good to let go. I did untie her hair so that her lovely curls were all over my crotch.

I wish I could say that I did more but the truth is I had been without a woman for way too long and so within 5 minutes I was ready to cum. I pushed her back, lifted her chin and came in long intense spurts all over her neck and shoulders. My orgasm was so intense that it left me sweating, panting and a little woozy. When I opened my eyes she was still squatting between my legs, with her hands on my naked thighs watching my cock shrink. I told her Clean up. I was surprised to see how quickly she reverted back to being a maid. She brought a wet napkin and wiped my now flaccid cock. She also squeezed out a few remaining drops and lowered my lungi to cover me up (I thought her husband must have trained her well!). She cleaned the floor which had a few drops of jizz and left the room for me to ponder the next steps. I retired to my room without any further interaction with her.

The next day

The next morning everything was more or less back to normal. She smiled at me a lot and tried to chat me up. She was looking at me with expectant eyes hoping that I would say or do something different or special. But apart from out usual morning banter I didn't venture out. I had thought about this night before and I realized that I didn't want a companion, girlfriend, or worse, a wife. I just wanted a maid with privileges and it was important for Amala to recognize her place -- she was my maid, I was her employer/provider and even though we could use each other to satisfy our urges it would never change our overall relationship. That evening we found ourselves in the same position. After working on my calves, I invited her to work on my hamstrings. This time I didn't expose myself even though I was rock hard. After finishing both my hamstrings she looked up to me to figure out the next move.

Now imagine my friends: your pretty, dark skinned, lactating maid is kneeling between your legs. She is resting her oil-smeared hands on your exposed thighs. You are wearing nothing but an old lungi that is now only covering your rock hard erection. She is wearing a green saree with a plain, orange colored, cotton blouse. She has just stepped out of a bath and her hair is open and slightly damp. Her pallu is bunched up so that you can clearly see both her blouse-covered globes. Her blouse is thin and almost transparent and she is not wearing a bra. Not only can you see the bump of her teat you can also see the shadow of her dark brown nipple through that paper thin blouse. You know she is eager to please you. What would you do? Here is what I did.

I looked at her and told her Unwrap it. She lifted the lungi to free my cock. It immediately assumed it natural stance which is curved upwards with the head almost touching my belly button. With each hand she held one of my balls. With her fingers she delicately examined and gently pressed each nut. She picked at my sac, feeling the overgrown hair and licked each nut delicately till it was completely covered with her spit. She also lightly traced her fingertips over my perineum. Then she took some oil and massaged both my perineum and nut-sac leaving me breathless. I wondered if she was really a whore or just an amazing wife. With her oily palm she then pressed on the underside of shaft causing me to moan loudly. She smiled at my reaction and starting rubbing the underside with her palm in leisurely strokes. Her other hand greased my scrotum thoroughly leaving nothing dry. She then held my lund and bent it towards her so she was looking directly at the eye of the snake. She squeezed my shaft and a big glob of pre-cum escaped from the eye. She carefully took the whole drop and rubbed it back onto my shaft along with the oil. My cock, which had never received such detailed and loving attention, was throbbing in her hands.

I was close to coming but unlike yesterday I wanted to see Amala in just her skin. I told "let go for a minute" and she obediently let go of my cock. She was still kneeling between my legs. I lifted the pallu of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I drank in the sight of her in her weathered short sleeved blouse. The fabric was completely stretched as it was trying to prop up her milk-laden breasts. Her tummy was almost flat with her navel just peeking over the top of her saree. Her saree and petticoat were tied tightly digging into her soft fleshy waist creating delicious love handles. Saree blouses are typically front closing with 4-5 hooks. As I leaned forward to unhook the first one, we heard a whimpering from the room where her kid was sleeping. By the time I reached the third hook the whimpering turned into a loud cry.

For the first time I had seen Amala's cleavage and I was all worked up. But when I looked up I saw that all her attention was now focused on her crying child. I sighed and let go and motioned her to check on her kid. She immediately sprang up and ran to her baby with her blouse half unhooked and pallu trailing behind her on the floor. I was left nursing a throbbing erection. I could hear her trying to pacify the kid from the other room. I waited for 10 minutes during which time my blood cooled down. I shut off all the lights and went to sleep

Milk and Oil

In the morning I woke up with my usual hard-on. I could hear Amala's patter from the bathroom. My heart beat quickened and my cock stiffened as I walked through the events of last night. I started rubbing my lund over the lungi. By the time I was completely awake I realized that now I didn't have to wank off to get my monkey to behave.

I shouted her name. She came scurrying to my room and stood at the door. I called her inside - 'Come here'. She was wearing the same saree from last night. I realized I had interrupted her cleaning the utensils because her petticoat/saree was hoisted up revealing her smooth calves. Her hands were wet and there were splashes of water all over her. Seeing her walk towards me caused my lund to become erect and I went back to stroking it. She looked at my hand and understood why I called her. I held her by the wrist and directed her to sit down on the floor between my legs. I took her hand, lifted my lungi and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She immediately started stroking it. She was wearing her pallu modestly so I dropped it to the floor, quickly unbuttoned the top few hooks and fished out one of her boobs. It was soft and surprisingly lighter colored compared to the rest of her body. Her areola was large and almost black.

It had been a long time since I had held a woman's tit and Amala suffered the consequences. I mauled her tit first with one hand and then with both hands when I realized she was leaking. I couldn't express more than a few drops of her sweet milk but the sight of it drove me wild. I removed her last few hooks and almost tore the blouse off her body. I made her sit up on her knees and put one of her nipple in my mouth. I suckled on her teats trying to tease out as much milk as possible. I drank hungrily, biting her as her strokes became more urgent and rapid. I knew I wouldn't last more than a minute if I entered her so I decided to come all over her naked chest. I pulled her closed towards me and rubbed my cock-head over by her teats. Then I handed my shaft back to her and she rubbed the underside of my shaft all over chest and breasts. My pre-cum was not enough to lubricate her actions so I took some hair-oil and and rubbed it on her chest, her breasts and her neck. The result was amazing. Not only was the feeling of my meat getting rubbed on her warm, slick tits exquisite, but the sight was also very erotic.

But I wanted more. I told her 'Express some milk'. She expertly squirted some milk all over my groin. The feeling of my cock getting rubbed in a mixture of oil and milk on my maid's naked chest was enough to push me over the edge. I pulled her towards me and wrapped my thighs tightly across her chest. I came violently with all my pent up jizz from last night erupting in thick ropes and coating her entire chest with a mixture of oil, cum and her own milk. After I recovered my composure I looked at her and saw a hint disappointment in her eyes. She was still working my now deflating cock, dutifully squeezing out the last few drops of my man-juice.

As I watched my half naked maid, sitting on the floor, cleaning me with a cloth, I realized that she had taken care of my needs on three occasions and in return I hadn't even touched her sex. I felt bad for her and took her in my arms. I planted a kiss on her cheeks (our first) and nuzzled her nape & shoulders. She seemed to like that as she looked at me and smiled. I knew she was craving affection and appreciation. I told her 'I really enjoyed it! Who taught you these things?' She answered 'My husband really enjoyed this'.

My suspicions were confirmed. She was well trained by her husband in the art of pleasuring manhood. I understood this was a woman to be treasured. I thanked her husband in my mind and felt sorry for the fool to let go of such a woman. I decided to fulfill any and all of Amala's sexual desires. I knew that a mixture of discipline with affection and appreciation would allow me to get all my fantasies fulfilled by my maid. I kissed her cheek again and whispered in her ear -- 'I will fuck you tonight'. She smiled coyly, hurriedly covered her tits with her blouse and scampered out of my room leaving me to get ready.

I finally nail her

The day passed in a sexual daze. Work seemed tremendously harder to accomplish when all I could imagine was Amala's pussy and its warm slick texture on my needy cock. By the time I navigated through Mumbai's traffic it was late in the evening and I was tired. Amala was already home and making food in the kitchen.

I showered, prepared a drink for myself and sat down to watch TV. I saw her move around the house. She was wearing a nightgown for breastfeeding mothers that I had bought her. Her body was clearly silhouetted when she walked in from of the TV a few times and I could see that she was not wearing a bra. I then heard her child cry out and heard her go into the spare bedroom and lock the door. I was horny and decided that I couldn't wait for dinner or her customary foot massage. I chucked my vest and went into her room with just my lungi covering my body. This was the first time I had entered her room while she was feeding and I was a bit apprehensive. She was sitting on the floor with her back towards the door and she immediately turned when she heard the door open. Our eyes met and I smiled. She returned the smile and her gaze fell to my crotch and she noticed the bulge. I foolishly asked 'What are you doing?'. She said 'Feeding him milk'. Then she went back to feeding her child while I stood foolishly behind her. Her son was about 8 months old but he still needed an occasional feed. The little guy had Amala's teat in his mouth and was asleep.

The sight of her exposed breast made me rock hard and I lifted my lungi to expose my lund. I patted Amala on her shoulder to show her my urgency. Her head was at the level of my groin and at first she was a little taken aback to see my cock so close to her face. She then looked down at her son and then looked at me as if making a decision. Since the kid was sleeping she turned around and planted a light kiss on my upturned cock which enraged it all the more. I bent my shaft and brought the head close to her mouth. She gobbled up more than half of my fat 7 incher in one go. With one hand cradling her son, she used her other hand to blow me. I bent my knees and move in front of her to give her easier access. I untied from lungi and lifted it over my head. Standing buck naked with my knees slightly bent I held her by her face and starting fucking her mouth.

This was new to her and she resisted at first. So I gently unwrapped her fingers from my shaft and told her 'Open your mouth'. She let go of my cock and opened her mouth wide. Fucking her mouth was not as enjoyable since she wasn't experienced. She even gagged a couple of times.

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Sensing she was losing interest I decided to skip the appetizers and go directly for the main course. I told her to keep the kid on the side and made her lie down on her back. I lifted her gown to reveal her unshaven pubes. I pushed her legs apart to examine her sex. The entire vulva was extremely dark in color. She had nice protruding meat-flaps which I love. They were already moist and when I separated them I could see the bright pink of her canal into which my lucky cock would make an entry tonight. I took my time to caress her inner thighs, her pubes and her sex. Occasionally I would plant kisses and lick her inner lips to get a taste of her salty juices. All this while I kept making eye contact to gauge her reaction.

She was extremely docile and only her slight smile and occasional twitches in her pussy gave me indication that she was ready. I moved between her legs and placed my cock at her moist entrance. I rubbed my cock head all over her inner lips and opening to coat it with her juices. I squeezed at the base to release a large drop of pre-cum that slid down and fell into her opening. I looked at her one final time and pushed the head pass her opening. She immediately let out a groan that caused me to stop. I leaned forward and placed my hands underneath her pits so I was directly above her. I pushed a little and backed out. I did this till the top half of my shaft was covered with her juices and then I gave one final plunge and rammed it in to the hilt. Despite her pregnancy she was nice and tight. I could feel her moist innards closing in on my cock. I started stroking her gently at first and then picked up the pace. She lifted her hips off the ground to meet my strokes. She had turned her face to one side and closed her eyes. I stopped to remove each of her tits through the openings in the gown. I lowered myself, and suckled on each tit till it was completely wet. When I looked up, she still had her eyes closed.

To be honest, our first fuck was an anti-climax since she was non-responsive except for a few occasional grunts. Because she was so chatty otherwise, I had expected a lot more action from her. Nevertheless my cock was thoroughly enjoying itself and pretty soon I came forcefully all over her crotch and her nightie. I was tired from the action and my knees were burning pretty bad because of the hard floor. I just lay on my back next to her panting. I could feel the last few drops of my cum escape through my now-flaccid cock and drip on to my thighs. I nudged Amala and told her clean up. She immediately found a napkin to clean me up. I collected my lungi and left her room and had a nice deep sleep.

'Submission'

The next day was a holiday and I woke up like a kid after his birthday. I had a new toy and I was going to spend my weekend playing with it. I went to the bathroom wearing just my lungi where I found Amala washing clothes. My bathroom was narrow was structured such that first came the washbasin, then a shower area and then finally at the rear in a corner the WC. Between the basin and the shower area there was enough space for maids to wash clothes the Indian way by squatting on the floor.

She looked at me and I told her 'I need to pee'. On prior occasions she would leave the bathroom but this time I held her down by her shoulder and told her she could stay. I went to the pot and did my job standing with my back to her. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times but she was busy with the clothes. After I finished peeing I took a stool and squatted down facing her. She was wearing a red and white saree with a crimson blouse and petticoat. The only thing exposed were her legs below her knees. But her pallu was bunched up as usual and I could see her well endowed chest being restrained by a front closing, short sleeved blouse. I couldn't control myself. I placed my hand on her breast and pumped it a few times. She didn't respond and continued to look down and wash her clothes. I held her face by her chin and lifted it and asked her 'Why are you so shy?'. She didn't answer but smiled coyly.

Her nipples stoked my erection and I started rubbing myself over the lungi. She glanced at my hand and my crotch but continued her work. To distract her even more, I untied my lungi and lifted over my head. Now I was stark naked and my hand was nursing my angry lund. She kept looking at my crotch while trying to keep busy. I forcibly took her soapy hand and placed it on my dick. She let out a giggle but immediately wrested her hand free. It was great to feel her cool soapy fingers in the hot & humid Bombay climate. That gave me an idea. She had already filled a couple of buckets with water and so I took a pitcher and poured some water over myself. I gave her some soap and told her 'soap my body'. After some cajoling she agreed to set aside the clothes. She asked me to turn around and poured some water over my back and took some soap and started rubbing it in. The bathroom was filled with the tinkling of her glass bangles and the squishy sounds as her palms massaged my back. She did a thorough job of cleaning my shoulders and back all the way down to my butt crack. I turned around and she did my front also.

I noticed that a lot of water was getting splashed on her sari. I told her 'you'll wet your sari'. She promptly stood up and removed her sari to reveal her red blouse and petticoat. She sat down and continued washing my chest, pits and hands. I then stood up and turned around so she could work on my legs. She lightly soaped my buttocks but avoided my crack. By this time I was thoroughly enjoying her massage despite my erection. But when I turned around and saw her squatting on the floor, cleaning my calves, I felt a sudden surge of blood to my loins. From top I could only see a hint of cleavage but as any Indian man knows a sari blouse worn without a bra leaves very little to imagination. Her blouse had splashes of soap and water and was getting transparent in several places. After working on my calves she started massaging my thighs. I noticed her staring at my upturned cock several times.

Without prompting, she caught my sac in both her hands and starting soaping it so sensuously that a groan escaped my lips. Pretty soon she was giving me what I call a trademark Amala handjob -- one hand working my nuts and the other palm rubbing the underside of my shaft in slow and deliberate strokes. She was now kneeling on the bathroom floor and her jugs were proudly jutting out. She used a liberal amount of soap and had worked up lots of lather on my cock.

I told her 'suck'. She took the pitcher and poured water over my groin. Because she was kneeling, what ended up happening was that a lot of the water bounced off my body making her wet. I noticed she didn't care. So I took the pitcher from her, filled it with water and poured it over her chest. She squealed in surprised. Her blouse immediately became transparent and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. I grabbed her by her hair and shoved my cock in her mouth. I took her hands and placed them over my buttocks. Trained as she was, she didn't need further directions. She dug her fingers deep and her head starting bobbing rhythmically as she worked my lund like a pro.

Meanwhile I kept pouring water over her till I emptied the bucket. I lifted her up and she stood in front me completely soaked from head to toe. Her blouse was transparent and despite the dark color I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples. Her petticoat was clinging to her body outlining her fleshy thighs and her mound. I undid her petticoat by opening the drawstring that was holding it up. It fell down to bathroom floor under its own weight with a big splash. I pulled her towards me and tugging at the top of her blouse with one hand I poured some water down her cleavage with the other. Her blouse overflowed from the top but some of it dribbled from the bottom. I undid her blouse and her hair and stood back to examine her.

Amala looked an absolute beauty standing full naked in my bathroom. Her wet hair fell all over her shoulders and drops of water were dripping from them on to her breasts where they collected around her black areolas and fell to the floor. She was looking at me with eyes that were both coy and expectant. She was covering her mound with one hand and the other hand was wrapped around her midsection holding on to the other elbow. I took that hand, put some soap on it and placed it on my cock. She grabbed it hungrily but instead of pumping my shaft she went straight for my nuts and lathered them thoroughly. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. I took her other arm and put it around my neck as out wet bodies met. Her soft breasts pressed against my ribs and my shaft poked her in her bush.

I went straight for her neck and started kissing and licking her all over her neck and shoulders. She giggled and squirmed in my arms as my actions tickled her. I was running my hands all over her back and grabbing her fleshy buns. She continued to stoke my lust with her 'ball-job'. I engulfed her in my arms and nibbled on her ear and kissed her cheek. I licked her shoulders and moved down to the rise of her breasts. I bit her all over her chest and rubbed my face between her tits and suckled and fondled them. Her right breast immediately gave up milk and started dripping. I went down on my knees and let my tongue trace circles around her deep navel. I invaded her nether region with my hand and it came out slick with her juices. I replaced my hands with my mouth and tasted her early morning juices. I heard a loud moan from Amala and she suddenly grabbed my hair with both her hands and started thrusting her groin in my face! After the initial shock I recovered and thrust my tongue out as far out as possible so that she could rub her labia & clitoral hood on my tongue. She bent her knees and rhythmically moved her hips. I was so aroused by this crude gesture from my docile maid that I drank all her juices even though it was a bit too strong for my taste.

After servicing her pussy for a few minutes I got up and gave her a deep kiss so that she would taste herself in my mouth. Then I turned her around and made her bend over. She held on to the bucket for support. I slipped one foot between her legs and pushed her legs apart. From this angle I could see her puckered asshole and the bottom of her mound was perfectly in line with my cock. Without any ceremonies I slammed all 7 inches of my meat into her waiting cunt. A loud 'aaaaaaah' escaped her mouth. I started banging her sloppy cunt. After a few strokes I heard rhythmic grunts of 'unnnghh', unnnghh'. Now let me tell you that Amala has a typical high-pitched voice normal to women. But the sounds that were coming from her mouth were more guttural and in fact primitive in nature. Her grunts were really driving me over the edge so I stopped and slapped her upturned ass as hard as I could, leaving dark red stripes in her dark brown skin. She squealed loudly but didn't ask me to stop. I alternated between fucking her and spanking her to make sure I lasted long enough. After some time her grunts became louder and more urgent. I guessed she was close to her climax, so I kept my pace and struggled not to come. At last she came with one loud uunnnnnnnnggghhh!! I saw her back spasm a couple of times and felt her cunt tighten on my cock.

Both of us were panting and she simple collapsed on the bathroom floor. But I wasn't done with her yet. I made her turn around and sit down with her back and head pressed against the wall. I told her 'open your mouth' and shoved my cock deep down her throat. I held her face in place by putting one hand on her head and one under her chin. Between the wall and my vise-like grip she could not move her head and I was in complete control. She gagged a couple of times but she understood my urgency and opened her mouth wide. As I was about to come I instructed her not to swallow. I shot a huge stream but somehow she managed to keep most of it in her mouth without swallowing. After I regained my composure I asked her open her mouth and spat several times mixing my saliva with my seed and then I asked her to drink up which she did dutifully. As my final act, I took a few gulps of fresh milk from her leaking right breast and left the bathroom after having had my morning shower and morning fuck.

That session pretty much set the tone of our sexual relationship -- she accepted being completely submissive to my demands. This didn't mean that I could take any liberty with her (for example she never allowed me to perform anal) but I did get to do pretty much whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and however I wanted. It was much later that she let me know that she enjoyed giving herself up to me. Her initial reluctance was a fear that I would get violent with her (which her husband did on a regular basis) or I would pimp her out (which her husband tried to do). As for me, I never had any intentions of sharing this good fortune and she never gave me any reason to get angry enough to hurt her. But all this came later. For the first few weeks I was still nervously testing Amala's limits.

Further Submission

My apartment building was in a busy area with a lot of buildings around us and I could see into my neighbor's homes from every window in my home. This put a crimp in my style since we had to make sure that all windows/doors were closed before we did anything. Now friends, I, as most men, like some spontaneity. I don't like restricting sex to a night-time activity just before going to bed.

A few weeks into our affair and I was still unsure about initiating sex with Amala. Even though she never said no, I was a perfect gentleman by making sure she was not inconvenienced. But I wanted the freedom you have with your girlfriend or wife -- the freedom to simply grab your woman and fuck her right then and there.

Mumbai in the month of May is sweltering hot and humid. And working in the kitchen in front of the hot stove made you sweat. For that matter any household activity made you sweat. Even sitting under a fan made you sweat! Seeing Amala carry on her household chores was a huge turn on. Her blouse would perpetually have huge sweat patches under her pits, around the cleavage and on her back.

This is specific to India, but maids generally squat on the floor while they are sweeping or mopping. Amala would lift her sari plus petticoat to her knees before squatting which means her meaty shanks would always be visible. Watching this activity is very erotic as the woman has to contort her body in various positions as she takes a wet cloth in her hands and tries to clean every nook and cranny. Sometimes she is bending down displaying her cleavage and sometimes she is on all fours looking like a bitch waiting to be fucked. Anyone who knows what I am talking about knows exactly what a turn on this is. But of course it is also frustrating when you know you cannot do anything about it. In my case it was all the more frustrating since I could fuck her but I had to wait till evening when she was finished with her work.

It was on one such hot Sunday that I was overcome by the constant teasing. On that day, I was sitting on a chair in the hall watching Amala mop the floors. Both our bodies were covered with a film of perspiration. In her case, she was sweating more profusely because of her work. As she came to mop the floor below the chair I was sitting on, her pallu dropped a couple of times revealing her sweaty cleavage. I could see drops of sweat collect around her cleavage and trickle down into her blouse.

I was panting watching this awesome display and she saw me ogling at her but continued to tease me. This finally drove me over the edge. I grabbed the edge of her pallu and pulled it hard. She fell forward on her hands but since the sari was wrapped round her I wasn't able to get it off her. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and fright. I told her 'remove your clothes'. She launched into her usual saga of work that needed to be done. The more she talked the more pissed off I got. Finally, I removed my lungi, showed her my hard-on and shouted at her 'Can't you see I am hard? Quickly remove your clothes or I will tear them off'. She looked apprehensively at the open window. I asked her to go and shut it. She did that and came back and stood next to me, her pallu dragging on the floor.

Her braless tits were heaving in her tight, sweat-patched blouse due to a combination of the heat and anticipation of being fucked. Our eyes met and I could see the raw lust in the eyes of my sexy Bengali woman. I asked her to remove her blouse and I grabbed her pallu and removed her saree. I undid the knot of my lungi and asked her to remove it over my head. As she bent over me to do that, her bare chest came within striking distance of my eager mouth and I grabbed onto one of her breasts and started suckling it. I put my hands under her petticoat and found she was not completely wet. I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted to drink her milk and fuck her. Finally my penis won. I was too eager to wait for her to lubricate and so I took some hair oil and coated my penis. I slid down on the sofa and spread my legs. I turned her around and lifted her petticoat and told her to put my cock inside her. She bent over and took my cock in her hand and aimed it at her cunt. As she sat down my cock parted her lips and entered her burning hot vagina. Since she was new to this position, she just sat with my cock all the way in her and waited for me to respond. I put her hands on my knees and told her to balance her weight on them. This caused her to lean forward. I grabbed her delicious ass and lifted her off my cock.

Amala was a quick learner and she understood that she will be in charge in this position. Within seconds, she was bouncing on my cock like a pro. Within minutes, she had worked up a thick layer of froth on my cock. Her years of hard and grueling work were working to my advantage. Unlike some of the other women I have been with, Amala did not tire easily. Her strong back and legs kept going while I sat back and enjoyed the spectacle of my disappearing/reappearing cock. I undid her hair which fell on her back in neat little spirals. I grabbed her meaty hips and licked her slim and sexy back. Finally I took my hands in front and started squeezing and milking her bouncing jugs. As if nature somehow transmitted that I was playing with his food source, her little boy started suddenly started crying. I never interfered with her maternal duties so I let her go. I tried to calm myself down but even after 5 minutes my cock was still eager and pulsating. From her room, the sound of her crying child had stopped but no sign of Amala.

I went naked into her room and saw that she was sitting on the floor still in her petticoat with her kid latched on her teat. That scene was such a turn-on that I went and sat behind her, my legs around her and continued kissing and licking her back. I located the knot of her petticoat's drawstring and opened it. My hands moved to her front. One of the pinched and twisted her erect nipples while the other one dove into her petticoat loosening the drawstring as it went along. She lifted her child off her lap to give that hand more access. I sat up on my knees as I tried to locate her clitoris. My cock was now trying to dig a hole in the middle of her back. In this position, I also had access to her neck, earlobes and her smooth, strong shoulders.

I launched a four way assault -- my cock rubbing her back, my mouth kissing, licking and biting her earlobes, neck and shoulders, one of my hands milking her free breast and the other one messing her clitoris. This attack must have provoked a battle between Amala the mother and Amala the woman. Very soon, the woman won and she ran her hand through my hair and pulled it hard launching her own attack by kissing and biting my face. I asked her to put the kid aside and made her lie on her back and yanked her petticoat off her making her completely naked. But the kid woke up immediately! She turned on her side, slid the kid towards her and once again put her teat in his mouth. With Amala sleeping on her side, missionary sex was not going to happen but I was desperate. So I lifted her leg that was on top and tucked it into her chest. I told her to hold on to it with her hand and I immediately sat down on her other leg and pushed my cock into her cunt. It was tight squeeze and there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver -- I had to squat on my knees and keep her hips parted with my hands to get some kind of a thrusting action. I knew I couldn't last long because the friction was just too much as I scissored her. Plus seeing her in this position -- performing two womanly duties simultaneously -- was too much for me to take. Our eyes were locked throughout and with one final thrust I finally came inside her, releasing rope after rope of cum deep inside her.

She did not raise any alarm about our unprotected copulation and I didn't care. She just kept looking into my eyes as my spasms finally ended. Her gaze told me that she had really accepted me as her man. Even though inconvenienced, she would take care of all my needs day in and day out. This she did for the remainder of our time together without ever voicing it. She just took it upon her as her duty to keep me happy. During the first few weeks there was a lot of trepidation on her part when it came to sex. I was snapping because I didn't get enough and she was scared that I would turn brutal just like her husband. But she realized a couple of things. One that even though I lost my temper I was never violent and two that she could quickly soothe my anger using her voluptuous body.

How to dress for work

Amala found it unusual that I would want her during the day especially when she was working. Her husband would only touch her at night, usually after he was drunk and he insisted that she took a bath right before the act. So she found it strange that her sweaty and her musky smell body would turn me on. But she did come to accept and in fact enjoy my sex-on-demand nature. And she didn't mind me banging her in front of her son.

I ended up fucking her in every room in my flat in every position. Sex was just a snap away. All I had to do was to lift my lungi or grab her tit and she would drop everything and make herself available. I loved knowing that she was at my beck and call. Plus I did change the way she groomed herself. She started keeping her fingernails and toenails in impeccable condition. They were always cut short and kept clean on a daily basis. I also bought her razors, toothbrushes, soaps, lotions, napkins and other beauty & **censored** products. She started applying lotion to reduce the calluses after years of hard labor. I asked her to keep her pits clean and smooth for me. I liked her pubes as is although she did start trimming them on a more frequent basis. Luckily she was relatively hairless on her legs, arms and other parts of her torso. I didn't buy her any deodorants as her musky smell was a huge turn on for me. She always oiled her thick wavy hair and I asked her to stop that. She fought with me on that one and finally we agreed that she wouldn't oil on weekends. She always kept her hair tied in a bun and I encouraged her to leave her hair open or plait them. I asked her to wear bangles on a daily basis especially during our lovemaking sessions as I like the tinkling sound.

Amala constantly amazed me with her totally obedient and submissive behavior. But of course, she was docile but not stupid. Friends, women are very observant and they quickly recognize a man's weakness. One thing she figured out was my weakness for women wearing just a petticoat and blouse. Whenever she was horny she would walk around wearing her most transparent blouse and petticoat and some jewelry including bangles. If she wanted to be bitch-fucked she would wear her hair open or plait them since I had a habit of grabbing her hair in that position. She was too shy to ask for sex and this was the closest she got to demanding something from me. During her periods, she would dress up in the best of clothes to let me know that she was not ready for me. But then it was also an indication that I was going to receive delicious blow-jobs.

I constantly tested her level of obedience. Sometimes I would ask her to serve me breakfast in the nude and sometimes I would cut holes in her blouse where her nipples would poke out. I bought her a pair of open nipple bra and crotchless panties. Towards the end when sex got routine I became more and more kinky. I loved to come on her cleavage. At the climax of my blowjob/handjob session she would dip my cock into her décolletage and I would flood her blouse with my seed. I would then make her wear the same blouse to work.

And the one thing that I never got tired of was her blowjobs. Her technique was world class. The way she played with my balls or rubbed my shaft or licked the head was unbelievable. But it was her intensity, care and willingness to please me that drove me over the edge. When she was sucking me nothing could distract her. Whether my groin was sweaty after a workout or my shaft was covered with our fuck-juice, she would take it all. She never complained about overgrown hair or smell like my wife now does! If I told her to suck she would suck me till I came. Plus there was no fuss about semen. She was comfortable with the smell, taste and texture. Unlike some of the other women who throw a tantrum if they are asked to swallow, Amala was ever willing to drink my cum.

Of course all good things came to an end. And in my case they came to a strange end. Our affair lasted a good nine months and during the last 5 months or so we simply gave up on protection. I liked to feel her hot velvety cunt envelope my cock and she liked the feel of my hot seed filling her up. Our constant copulation led to Amala becoming pregnant. But before I even came to know she was pregnant we decided it was best for her to move out. A lot of people had come to know about her living at a bachelor's apartment and now the open sneers were becoming a nuisance. She moved to a low rent slum a few kilometers from my apartment. She still worked for me till she was 5 months pregnant and before the tummy started to show. I knew it was mine and she knew that I knew. However I never brought up the topic and she never claimed any rights for her unborn child. I told her to switch her entire clientele to avoid the scandal. She stopped coming to my house.

I never saw my baby daughter till I moved to my own apartment where she had a client. By then I was already engaged. She introduced me to my daughter and I forced her to accept a huge sum of money. I invited both of them in my house and while the little girl watched TV, her biological parents reignited old passions in the bedroom. Amala would stop by occasionally to fulfill my needs till I got married. I told her that my future wife was not very keen on sucking my cock or drinking my seed. She felt pity on her old lover and would service me several times a week just like old times. We did it even after my wife moved in but very infrequently. By the time our daughter was four, she moved to a completely different part of the city and we moved to another country. I haven't seen them since.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

I've always been shy and socially awkward. Really, not just socially awkward, but socially anxious, even fearful. The thought of having to talk to people frightens me. Along with all that I have very low self-esteem that crushes all my hopes for changing anything for the better. So I've had very few friends and no romantic partners. Not that my life is horrible. Being valedictorian and starting college at sixteen can give an ego boost. But then being short, small, thin, frail, and withdrawn among a university of men all bigger and more manly than I'll ever be squashes any of that pride.

Still, I pushed myself and by the time I turned nineteen I was in my last year of undergraduate work with majors in biology and math, and a strong minor in computer science. I was going to do research that anyone around me could never comprehend. I already had. But despite all that I would have traded it all just to be able to talk to girls. Well, that's not true. I would have traded it all to be able to fuck girls. I was obsessed with it. I thought about fucking constantly. I had never had sex. At the age of nineteen I was still a virgin. I hadn't touched a girl. I hadn't even kissed a girl. I could barely speak to them. I was a mess. Social anxiety and the physique of a twelve year old boy aren't what any woman is looking for in a romantic partner.

So my first time having intercourse came as a surprise to me. It would have come as a surprise to the woman too if she had been awake for it. My first time was a *****. Of course it was. Looking back there was no other way it could have happened. I remember that night fondly.

It was just past three a.m. and I was wide awake. Unlike most of the other students at the university awake that night having fun, I was sitting at the kitchen table with an almost empty mug of coffee beside me, my Abstract Algebra book open, and a mine field of crumpled up paper scattered around me. It was a Friday night and everyone else was having fun, while I was doing homework. So, it was a typical Friday night for me.

"I didn't sign up for this," I grumbled and then immediately corrected myself. I had signed up for it. I just hadn't known what I was getting myself into.

"Fuck football and fuck Russell," I yelled and shoved my book across the table, knocking more paper onto the floor.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed to release the tension. I laid my glasses on the table and rubbed my eyes. My eyes were always sore from sleeping too little and staring at books and computer screens too much.

Then, I heard a thump at the front door of the apartment followed by giggling and a loud voice barely muffled by the door. I sighed deeply and considered going to my own bedroom to avoid my roommate coming home from wherever he had been all night, but decided to sit there, wanting him to see me still awake, still studying, working hard, and all because of him.

I put my glasses back on quickly without hooking them behind my ears. I pulled my book towards me and sat up straight, trying to look like I was still engrossed in my work. I heard him fumbling with the key in the lock and considered opening it for him, but discarded the thought. Let the asshole get his drunk ass in himself. I helped him enough.

I heard him talking to someone and heard a quiet laugh again. He was with a girl. I immediately sat up straight and felt my stomach tighten. It wasn't rare for him to bring a girl home with him and I should have figured he would that night. He was the star running back for our team. Girls threw themselves at him like he was a rock star, all of them gorgeous, girls I could barely make myself look at but ogled as best I could when their backs were turned. My heart was hammering in my chest as I wished I had gone to my own bedroom when I'd heard him. Now I was going to have to sit there while Russel and some gorgeous girl laughed at me for studying on a Friday night. I tensed at just the thought of it. I considered quickly scuttling off to my bedroom when I heard the lock slide back and the door was shoved open.

I looked away, searching for the paper I was writing on just a minute ago. I pulled it towards me and grabbed for the pencil but it spun from between my fingers and fell on the floor.

"What a spaz," Russell laughed as he entered the room. "He's always dropping and breaking shit."

I tried to pretend I hadn't heard him and bent over to get the pencil. My glasses slipped from my face and fell on the floor. Russell laughed again, joined by the girl this time, a high mocking laugh that dripped with the disgust she felt for me.

"Dammit," I hissed to myself. I squinted to locate my glasses and leaned out of the chair to pick them up.

I put the glasses on and as I was sitting back down Russell slammed the door closed loudly making me jump, causing my elbow to bump my coffee mug, knocking it on the ground, bouncing and spinning, spraying the bit of coffee across the carpet.

They both broke out in laughter. I felt my face burning and clamped my teeth together to stop them from chattering. I couldn't look at them, too embarrassed to let them see my face, and just sat there letting their laughter fall on me, pounding on my head and shoulders. People were always laughing at me.

I went to the kitchen for a roll of paper towels, stepping on wadded up pieces of paper. As I turned around I kept my head down so I could barely see them standing by the closed door, leaning against the wall, looking at me. Laughing at me.

I dropped to my knees, picked up the coffee mug, and placed it on the table. I unrolled some paper towels and began sopping up the coffee.

"My roomie's always good for a laugh," Russell bellowed.

"Glad I could amuse you," I stammered, hearing my voice cracking, losing any of the anger I wanted him to hear. I even spoke like a wimpy loser.

I saw his feet out of the corner of my eye as he walked towards the kitchen table. I hoped he wasn't going to sit down and mess up my papers and books. I wanted him to just take his girl to his room and leave me alone.

"You're still up studying?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

I pressed more paper towels into the carpet when she walked towards me. I saw a pair of brown leather ankle boots. I looked up her long bare legs to the very short blue denim mini-skirt and tight pink long-sleeved shirt that left her flat stomach bare, a ring glittered from her belly button. I turned my head back down before I saw her face, hoping she didn't seem me staring up at her, already feeling that lustful heat in my gut and groin from just the sight of those legs and stomach, that bare flesh that looked so soft. My head was buzzing as I soaked up the last of the coffee spill.

Russell said something but I didn't hear it.

"What?" I asked, trying to sound exasperated, but knowing I just sounded confused.

"Did you finish my paper for tomorrow?" he asked again.

I picked up the clump of soiled paper towels and stood up, my eyes on the ground so I couldn't see him.

"Yes, I did it first thing tonight," I said. "Now I'm working on my own homework."

"Thanks, man," he said, actually sounding thankful. He always made it hard me for to hate him.

"I printed it out and put it on your desk in your room where I always do," I said.

I walked into the small kitchenette and threw away the paper towels.

"The paper about the condoms right? The Trojans?" he said, then laughed at himself.

"The Trojan war," I said, knowing he was joking but unable to stop myself from correcting him anyway. "The Iliad..."

I turned around to give him a quick lesson on Homer's Iliad, but stopped when I saw the girl wobbling next to him.

At a university of at least 50,000 students there were the people you seem to always cross paths with or people that you notice in the crowd, and she was the one I noticed in any crowd and was always looking for. She had an incredible body with curves that I had only seen in movies and magazines, and she seemed to enjoy showing them off by wearing low cut blouses, pants that didn't even cover her hips, and skirts that just barely covered her perfect round ass. I stared at her anytime I saw her, even followed her from a distance, just to watch her hips and butt move as she walked.

She had her hand resting on Russell's shoulder, trying to look casual, but actually using him for support. Her eyes were half-closed and not as much staring at me as looking around me. Still, even drunk or stoned or whatever she was she looked gorgeous as ever. She had on dark red lipstick, pink blush, and blue eye shadow that melted into her green eyes. Her auburn hair flowed in long waves down to her bare shoulders and long neck. Her round firm cleavage pushed up and out of her tight shirt that barely covered her torso, just wrapped around her breasts, leaving the top of her breasts and her stomach bare. The opening at the neck plunged down so I could easily see she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Whatever, man," Russell said, forcing my eyes to him. "Thanks for writing it."

"That's my job," I squeaked and sat back down at the table.

"I feel a little dizzy," she said, leaning into Russell.

"Then sit down here," he said.

He lead her to the couch and she fell onto it. He sat down next to her and sighed deeply. She wrapped her arms around his arm and laid her head on his shoulder.

"What the hell did you take at that party?" he asked her.

"I don't know," she mumbled, her long auburn hair covering her face. "Angela had some pills and gave me some."

"You shouldn't take whatever people give you," he said. "That's just stupid."

"Whatever... dad," she said, laughing to herself, and leaned back against the couch.

"I'm not being your dad, just... whatever," he said, sounding exasperated.

"He's right," I said, feeling I had to force the words out of my restricted throat. "You need to be careful with that stuff. You never know what could happen."

"Fuck both of you," she mumbled. Her head was laying back against the couch with her eyes closed. My eyes traced the length of her long neck down to her breasts.

"Kids, today, eh?" Russell said to me and smiled.

I forced a smile back at him.

"Hope we're not bothering you," he said to me.

"No, it's fine," I heard myself say. "I should probably go to bed anyway."

"Hope we're not running you out of here. You can hang out with us if you want to," he said.

"I don't care," I said and pushed myself to my feet. "I'm going to my room to try to get some sleep."

"We'll keep it down," he said and grinned, showing that they probably wouldn't keep it down.

Before I turned away I looked at her slouching on the couch with her head still laid back, her arms laying slack to her sides, her left leg hooked over his right leg, spreading her thighs so I could see far up her short denim skirt to her tiny pink thong. I felt heat rising on my face again, angry that this girl I had lusted after so much was here in my apartment and my roommate was about to fuck her.

I went to my bedroom and closed the door. The one, and probably only, benefit to living with Russell was the on-campus apartment we got with two bedrooms and a small kitchen/living area. Most of those apartments had two people to each bedroom but Russell and I each got our own bedroom. The apartment was small compared to those off campus, but with only two people it was the nicest place to live on campus.

For the privilege of living in such comfort and for having my tuition and housing **censored** for I had to help Russel with his school work. Of course I didn't really help him. I just did his work. I was bitter about it, but looking back have to admit it was a good deal and Russel really wasn't such a bad guy. In his place I'd have done everything he did, if not more.

Once the bedroom door was closed I stood in the middle of the room and stewed in my own anger and resentment. It was one thing to lust after this girl, watch her around campus, and masturbate about her later, but a whole other thing to have her there in the next room, spread out like a whore ready for my roommate to use her as he wanted. I wanted to be the one in there with her. I sighed to myself thinking that if I was in there with her I probably wouldn't do anything. I'd be too afraid.

"You're such a fucking pussy," I whispered, balling my hand in a fist.

I flopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I knew I'd never be with a girl like her. I wasn't a jock. I was a skinny, awkward geek. I didn't even really want to be with a girl like her. I just wanted to fuck her. Truthfully I wanted her to want me, but I knew that wouldn't happen, and so instead of being at parties and bringing her home I was doing homework all night and then laying in bed alone.

I opened my pants and begin playing with myself. I closed my eyes and pictured her how I saw her out there in that tight shirt and skirt, her breasts pushed together with that deep cleavage I wanted to lick, the flow of her hips and waist, her long legs and firm thighs, those ankle boots that seemed to belong on my shoulders. I imagined myself going out there, Russell having gone to his room alone, and her looking at me, sitting up straight on the couch now, watching me, and I could see the lust in her eyes, she wanted me, "I've seen you around campus," she said, "I've seen you watching me," and I just nod and smile at her, I don't say anything, and I sit next to her and she puts her leg over my leg and leans towards me, her cleavage right under my face and we kiss deeply and I touch her breasts and I touch her thigh and I can feel how she wants me.

Then I stopped jerking off and sighed to myself. "She'd never want you," I whispered, snapped out of my own fantasy. I closed my pants and stood up, letting the erection go away.

I decided to just get ready for bed. I needed to go to the bathroom but it was off of the main room so I would have to interrupt Russell and his date. I stood by my bedroom door and held my breath, listening for any noise in the outer room. I heard nothing and thought that maybe they had gone to his room. I opened the door slowly, trying to not make a noise.

I almost closed the door again when I heard Russell sigh loudly. I looked into the room and saw him sitting on the couch, his pants and underwear pushed down his thighs with her still sitting next to him, but leaning over him, her head at his crotch. He held her head as it moved up and down over his lap. I felt the skin along my scrotum tighten and a shiver across my arms.

I ducked back in the room, hiding behind the door, my hand gripping the doorknob tightly. I stared across my room but was still seeing them on the couch, her head moving up and down rhythmically, her hair dangling down around his thighs, his hands gripping the back of her head, as if caught in an infinite loop, over and over again. I stood still, holding the door slightly ajar, hearing him groaning louder now, and wondered what to do.

Part of me was angry. I knew he would fuck her, fuck the girl I had obsessed so much about already, but seeing him doing it, doing it so flagrantly right in our living room, where he knew I could see them, knew I would definitely hear them, and him knowing I had a thing for her, and even joked with me about it, showing his arrogance as well as his lack of basic consideration to me, made me angry. I imagined myself walking in there, yelling at him, making a scene, but I knew I would never actually do that. Plus, even with that anger, I was also very aroused by it. Yes, I wanted her and had wanted her for some time, but it wasn't like I was in love with her. I had dreamt of being with her like that so many times and someone was, and right there in my living room. I had lusted after her for so long, and lust is a basic emotion, and very difficult to ignore.

I leaned forward and, worried they might have noticed me, barely peeked out around the door. Down the short hallway from my bedroom and past the front door I could see the couch against the far living room wall. They were still at it. Russel was looking down at her, seeming to lift her head up and down. She was leaning over him awkwardly, her legs spread wide, pulling at her tight skirt, one hand gripping the top of the couch, the other hand holding his knee for support.

It almost looked like he was forcing her to suck him. She was making muffled grunts and her arms were straining as if she was trying to push herself away and he was holding her head in his lap, lifting her head up just to push it back down. Then, he held her head down, almost pressing her face into his lap, and her back arched, trying to pull away, like she was gagging on him, and he just pushed his hips up a bit and groaned loudly.

"Yeah, you can take it, girl," he said.

Then, he lifted her head up all the way and she sucked in air deeply.

"Russel, take it easy," she slurred, wiping a hand across her wet mouth. "I thought I was going to throw up. I already don't feel good."

"I'm sorry, you just really turn me on," he said with a grin.

I could see why she was having trouble. His large dick stood up, erect and long, glistening from her saliva. That she hadn't thrown up from that length of penis in her mouth and throat was amazing in itself.

"Here, lay down, let me see that pussy," he said and pushed her back on the couch.

She laid down on the couch, her head on the arm rest, as he pulled her legs up onto his lap. He pushed his pants and underwear off and then lifted one leg up onto the couch to sit between her legs. She drew her knees up and spread them wide, opening her thighs for him. I couldn't help but see myself as the one sitting between her legs right then, looking down those thighs into her skirt.

I groaned and said, "Oh god." Russel started to turn his head and I quickly leaned back into my room and closed the door. I held the door closed, holding my breath, wondering if he had noticed, wondering what I should do. I reached over and flipped off the light switch and stood still in the dark, listening, wondering if I should creep back to my bed in case he checked.

Then, I heard him say something and laugh softly and figured he was too involved with her to notice me. I twisted the doorknob quietly and opened the door again, glad the light was off now, making it harder for him to see the open door and me looking out.

Russel was definitely not looking at me. He was looking intently between her legs, sliding his hands up and down her firm thighs. She sighed, her head tilted back on the arm rest with her eyes closed. He slid his hands down her thighs, pushing her skirt up as his hands slipped beneath it. He lifted her hips up a bit and then pulled her panties down her thighs, over her knees, and over one boot, leaving them dangling off her other boot. He placed his hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart.

I looked at her face and thought she would look like she was sleeping if it wasn't for the small sounds and movements she made every time he touched her. She definitely wanted him but was too out of it to do much but let him do what he wanted. I felt my stomach tremble at that thought, picturing myself having her like his, spread open before me, wanting me, and letting me have her however I wanted.

Russel pressed his hands to her inner thighs, pushing one leg against the back of the couch and the other leg wide, both her knees in the air. He lowered his head between her legs, her skirt barely pushed up enough that he could run his tongue up her pussy slowly. She sighed and squirmed, dropping her arms back over the armrest. Russel licked up and down her pussy, the tip of his tongue pressing between her labia, flicking at her clitoris. He brought his knees under his chest to kneel between her legs, placing her knees on his shoulders, her boots laying on his back, and slid his hands under her butt and lifted up slightly to dive into her pussy, licking and sucking. Her eyes closed. She moaned and moved as if she was trying to get away from him but could barely move. Her red lips parted and she gasped as he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it repeatedly with his tongue.

I opened the door wider and leaned out more, intently watching them, my eyes moving from watching his head moving between her firm luscious thighs on his back to her chest rising and falling, her breasts pushing hard against that tight pink shirt, her nipples sticking out hard, her smooth tanned hips barely visible with her bunched up skirt moving with his tongue and hands, and her face seemingly stuck between confusion and ecstasy. Her arms dangled from the arm rest at either side of her head, her fingers trying to grab at her long hair draped over the armrest and down the side of the couch.

Then, Russel suddenly stopped, sat up, let her legs slide down, and sat back on the couch. He looked at her, laying there completely exposed, and stroked his already erect cock.

"You want me now, girl?" he asked.

"No," she murmured and shook her head.

"No?" he asked with a grin. "You feel like you're ready?"

"Yes," she said and licked her lips, her eyes fluttering open before closing again.

I didn't know if she was asleep and dreaming or just too out of it to know what was going on.

Russel sat up, leaned over her, and slid his hands up her hips to her stomach, slipping under her shirt until he cupped her breasts. He laid his hips down between her legs and ground into her as he rubbed her breasts.

"No," she whispered and shook her head slowly, even as her hips churned beneath him.

Russel grinned and then bent down to kiss her hard. Her mouth opened a bit, either forced open by his mouth or kissing him back. He put one arm under her head and kissed her deeply as he moved his hips against her, rubbing his cock against her hips and pussy, his other hand pulling at her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

"You want it?" he said into her mouth.

She only moaned back, either a protest or acceptance, possibly neither.

He sat back up and pulled his shirt off, making me cringe. His extremely athletic physique intimidated me and made me realize once again why it was him on the couch with her and not me. His chest, stomach, and arms looked to be chiseled out of granite, hard and bulging from his skin. Girls dreamt of running their fingers over a body like that. He picked his pants off the floor and pulled a condom wrapper out of the pocket. He ripped open the package and then rolled the condom down his cock.