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I am 21, a good-looking, athletic and charming guy. I got the good looks from my parents and athleticism and charm was developed from spending the whole of my formative years in an elite boarding school. It was only for boys, and sports was as important as studies.
The principal and the teachers were mostly ladies, though, of great looks and good families. I’ve got all the chances one needed to hone one’s charms, as you had to be adventurous enough to charm the high society misses of school. About that, later. In college, the opportunity was suddenly much greater as the girls are much more impressionable than my earlier school teachers, and I had great success with the girls without hampering my studies at all.
I had my rented flat at one of the high-class colonies with wide roads and leafy trees, which is where I got inside many panties of many girls. Short, tall, white, creamy white, ebony, bushy, shaved, the lot. Different shades of vaginal aroma, different likes and dislikes, demure, bold, slutty all sorts. About that too, later. But college was where I found myself, understood what I want to do in life. Seduce a lot of girls. And to make them come begging while keeping is with the studies and career.
Which brings me to the current story. You see, my parents have a dysfunctional family. My mother is a sexy lady with a great body and matching attitude who had gotten married early with my father who was much older and had different tastes from my mother’s. Father was more interested in looking after his family business of plantation which kept him in the hills for the most part while mom was the society girl who liked her social causes of feminism, world peace etc and also the glitz of the metropolis.
I was born in the first year of their marriage which mom didn’t want and reportedly, didn’t ever come to like me while I was brought up by a nanny and eventually sent off to boarding school. Mom and dad lived separately from early times of their marriage which continues even now. Maybe dad’s guilty pleasure with the hill girls and mom’s guilty pleasure with her city girlfriends have kept each from marrying again.
Anyway, mom has never owned me and never coming to meet me at school, I grew up as a stranger from her. Only when I was in college, she came to meet me once or twice, having perhaps felt some guilt about me, but it was like boy meeting girl, as she was only 17 years older than me and quite a bomb, and it was an awkward meeting, not like a mom-son meeting, and there was no contact between us, except one farewell hug, but she did invite me to settle in the city and stay home after college, just to break an awkward silence than anything else, I think.
But the hug electrified me and made me think. Her boobs were big but supple, not like melons but mangoes, just the size that you could probably squeeze them together so as to suck both nipples together but without any sag. She had a flat but well-rounded tummy with the deep navel, the skin color of milk, pink lips, big eyes and luscious hair that fell somewhat below her shoulder.
All of that in her five feet five inches tall body made her look like a girl that I would like to do many things with, I thought while she stood looking at the floor during one of those periods of awkward silence before leaving. As she left, I also had an opportunity to take in the sight of her large shapely buttocks, draped in the blue saree pulled tight around her lower body, and I felt the heat rise from my stomach and travel to my loins.
My graduation was one year away, and I told my self, you cannot be so flawless Nina, I am sure when those delicious ass mounds are pulled apart, there is sweat, and pulled tighter apart, you smell dirty, little girl. I will try to find out.
I shifted to my house after college, and started businesses, which were small but will grow, and importantly, didn’t take all my days time. Plus, I did freelance IT related work which I could do from home, plus, started giving tuition in the same, for which too, there was a big market.
All of these left me with free time and didn’t take extra effort, and I was earning good money which I didn’t need anyway, having a big family mansion to share with mom and being the only heir to my wealthy father. I had free time to study mommy dearest and to bring her to her knees, little by little.
Mom was a socialite and a women rights activist. She also dabbled in art, poetry and suchlike. She headed or was associated with several women right groups. I found that she had a small number of visitors, all elegant ladies, who came visiting her and sometimes spent the night in her part of the house. There would be English music and wine those nights.
She lived in one wing of the first floor of our big family mansion and I moved into the other wing, each wing a self-contained apartment. You could not know what was going on inside and could only see the visitors coming and going. Sometimes, when she was free, mom would call me for breakfast and I joined and had a normal chitchat.
I noticed that the normal mom son relationship hasn’t developed between us and was glad for that. I found mommy as an independent woman of strong convictions and a reserved woman, who took her work seriously and pushed herself hard for her cause. But I had read many girls before and the picture they present is normally different from the girl they are deep within.
So I read mommy to be an insecure girl deep down which accounted for the fact that she maintained a reserved posture before me, developed only a strictly cordial friend relationship with me and that, of all the girls and society women who came to visit her, she seemed to have only one, Sandhya, better known as Sandy, who came to spend nights with her, and would invariably be there in advance if some party was being thrown by mom. She seemed to be mom’s de facto manager.
I also met her during one or two such breakfast visits to mom and she seemed to be chatty, opposite to Nina’s reserved personality. While Nina would wrap a housecoat over her nightie and never give me a peek into her assets and was more reserved, Sandy was dressed in shorts and sleeveless top, talked a lot, and laughed a lot. She was the kind of girl that responded to flattery and blurted out things and only thought later.
Happy go, lucky girl. She was bolder and I thought she must be the dominant cat of the relationship and Nina, mommy dearest must be the kitten. She also was ebony against mom’s milky white, with an ample but firm ass and perky tits against mom’s more generous tits, and an inch taller than mom, definitely more athletic build than mom. I also calculated that I must try Sandy first coz that will be easier, like a starter dish and will make Nina insecure, jealous and vulnerable. I had already developed a sort of friendship with her which it was not possible with mommy.
I also found out some snapshots of the chemistry in their relationship. Like one time, I was chitchatting with Sandy one morning in mom’s apartment while mom went to make coffee and Sandy was telling me how Nina is a very shy girl and takes time to open up, etc. After some time, Sandy called out, Nina, you are taking a long time, kitty. Kitty, interesting, I thought and smiled. Mommy mumbled something from inside the kitchen, Just one minute. But while she was coming in with the coffee, she spilled some on the floor in nervousness and was uncertain what to do.
Sandy was more decisive, and said, ‘ Oh poor thing, you spelled it? Take the mop and clean it honey’ When mom reached for the mop with the handle, Sandy again said, ‘ No, take the cloth’. Mom obeyed as if by instinct, and got down to her knees and started wiping the spill with the cloth. Sandy was displaying her pet in front of me, and I found this sex power play tremendously arousing, and looked at Sandy and thought, this is the one I have to fuck first after that Nina will be easy meat. Sandy caught my look and winked. I smiled back.
One morning, while Sandy was leaving mom’s apartment, I saw her and said hi. Since it was early morning, I asked her whether she would care for coffee. She smiled and said yes. I escorted her in and asked how come so early? She said Nina is still sleeping, she had a late night. We watched a movie, she said and smiled. But nice apartment, she said, I want to look around. I said sure.
I showed her from kitchen to living room to balcony to the bedrooms, and she wowed every time. She was genuinely impressed. She liked the place. In the master bedroom, my girl from last night was sleeping naked, on her belly with a dried semen stain on her white bubble butt. She was one of the girls from my tuition, nubile and impressionable, and by the time I finished fucking her for the fourth time last night, she had no energy to go to the bathroom and clean up, and I was happier to wake up to see a dirty girl than a clean girl in the morning.
Sandy’s eyes went big and her mouth too at that sight. She tried to say something, but I put my palm over her mouth and said, poor girl, she slept dirty, she had a long night too and proceeded to cover her with a sheet, but not before Sandy had a look at the red spank marks on the beautiful butt. Sandy was still dazed and I took the opportunity to take her by her slender arm and said, let me show you around the room.
I showed her the room and showed her the telescope at one corner of the room and the other things. I proceeded to guide her to the other bedrooms and the spacious balconies covered from view with creepers. She also saw my drum set and cricket bat and photos on the wall with other biker boys on the road and was suitably impressed.
I slipped my hand up and found that she was sweating a bit under her armpit even though ac was on and she was wearing one of her usual skimpy tops and jeans shorts. Must be sweating down below too, I thought. Ultimately, we went to the dining room and sat near each other, the air between us tight with tension, and jealousy. She didn’t say it but I knew she was jealous of my sleeping beauty. No word was exchanged till I smiled and told her, for this look around, I think you owe the man of the house a cup of coffee. She said ok and went to the kitchen.
I reflected on Sandy while eyeing her from behind as she moved around in the kitchen making coffee. She will be easy, I thought and smiled to myself. Sandy struck me as the kind of girl who would compete to achieve a good fuck, and maybe that’s how she has won mom. Seeing the younger girl in my bed must have raised her animal spirits. She will try to wean me away I was sure. But let’s see how it goes, I thought.
Let’s give the girl the time she needs to drop her pants, it’s not as if I am starved of Pussy. I have the one in bed right now, and two of her college mates who attend my tuition with her in the works. Girls nowadays are so competitive, and by the time they are in college, if they don’t have a boyfriend, they think their lives are ruined. And the winning the guy that her friend is fucking is the ultimate prize. Plus, I have the 40-year-old maid, whom I use when I like. That story another time. So I thought let’s give Sandy her time. Let her stew in her own juice for a while.
Sandy came in with the coffee and I pulled the chair out for her. I thought, let’s see, if she takes one sugar cube, I will fuck her within one month.
Sandy, how many sugars?
Two.
No, two is too much. Take one, I said.
She looked puzzled. I know how many sugar cubes I need, she said.
Okay, if you say so, I said but waited for a little.
Ok, baba, do whatever you like, give me one cube, she said.
That’s the girl, I thought one will be more than enough for you, I said.
Whatever…, she said and laughed.
By the way, call me Rohit, I said.
Thank you Rohit, and you are already calling me Sandy, so it’s ok, she said.
Ya, Sandy is a good name for a tomboy, I said.
Rohiiiit… She said fake pleadingly and slapped my arm.
The first contact from her, good, I noted. The ice is melting.
Don’t take the sugar thing otherwise, you are in great shape, I complimented her while scanning her body from ear, nose, neck downwards. She caught my look, became shy, looked down and smiled, said thank you.
She is the kind of girl who couldn’t hide her pleasure on being complimented, and couldn’t distinguish between compliment and mild flattery, I noted. Smart, modern but dumb girl, I thought, just the way I prefer them.
We chit-chatted over coffee and she said she works as sub-editor in a leading newspaper and also chips in with the women rights things. So, power woman too, I thought. She was 4 years younger to mom in college but the friendship lasted. Wow, you look no older than 28, I said. She thanked me and said, I work out to stay fit. I have recently joined salsa class, and in fact, will head directly to class after this,
I said, “Salsa, that’s great”.
Why? Do you know salsa? She asked
.
How long you have been learning, I asked.
Oh just a beginner, she said.
Then I can teach you for sure, I said.
Wow, wonderful, she said, but I don’t know if I can learn, it’s so tough, she said.
Why won’t you be able to learn, you already walk like a cat, I said, and laughed, and stretched to hold her hand briefly to reassure her.
She couldn’t do anything but look down and smile. This disarming gullibleness was affecting my cock.
She said, your girlfriend is a real beauty.
I said, putting on a really thoughtful look, she is a girl from tuition, and what can you do, I can’t drive her away, but I have been explaining things to her, and I think she is finding herself. I will be the happiest if she is happy and is able to move on. She is not even strictly legal age you know, and I do feel some responsibility toward her, you can’t just spurn them like that, you know, coz they are not emotionally mature.
Sandy nodded her head in complete agreement with me, agreeing that in I am doing the right thing. Such crap these women rights people believe, I thought to myself.
Suddenly I changed tack, and asked, Sandy just asking, are you lesbian? No, I am bi, but no boyfriend. Too much hassle finding one. Nina also has no boyfriend, since she started living separately from your Dad. So, I have Nina and Nina has me. We are the best buddies. I understand you are two little lesbian kittens, happily eating each other’s Pussy. After some time, you will both be dining at my loins, I promised myself.
Sandy rose to leave and I rose and exchanged phone numbers, and shook her hand, and kept shaking her hand while saying, let me know about the salsa thing. I held the door open and she left.
We kept the conversation going through WhatsApp, although nothing raunchy, as I wanted to keep up her suspense.
Next Friday, evening, she called to say she was at a shopping mall, and what perfume would her teacher like? I knew salsa class was on.
I said it’s your gift, you choose. I can choose yours, what do you like?
She said you guide me, what presume should I wear? I told her, only a little soap, I like body odor.
She laughed thinking it’s funny, and said, ok baba, now let me choose one for you. Nina is calling me to watch a movie in the house, but I think I won’t be able to make it, it’s already late, she said. I said, ok, I will give her company then. Ya, won’t be able to meet her for one week, she said. How so, you are coming tomorrow for salsa, no, I asked. She said, ya, but she is going out of town early morning for a women’s right conference.
I said, ok, I see. See you tomorrow then, she said. Ok, kitty cat, till then, I said. It’s the first time I called her kitty or anything sexy, and she got the hint, she laughed, but the laugh was throaty, and I knew the adjective had the right impact. I kept mom company while she cooked dinner for the two of us, sipped wine and was also able to give her a neck massage, which she liked, and lightened her mood a lot.
In the night, Sandy WhatsApped to chitchat some more. She said that Fantasyworld, a game show parlor has opened in the city and she went there in the day to cover the launch. She found it awesome, etc. I took the opportunity to open her up a little bit more, and asked, what is your fantasy, Shanno?
I don’t know, she said, obviously feeling ashamed.
An intelligent girl like you surely know your innermost fantasies, I persisted.
You guessed it, looks like you are an expert, she said.
I can’t guess yours, but the most prevalent fantasy among girls of great upbringing and white collar jobs is.. you know, I think there is some study or suchlike about it, I said.
Ok, but what’s the fantasy? She asked.
Forget it, you might not like it, everybody’s taste is different. I said.
Oi, Rohit little boy, now you have to tell me, otherwise, I will not sleep, she demanded. She now called me, curiosity getting the better of her.
Why don’t you just tell yours and let’s forget it, I said.
No, I will not sleep then. No salsa tomorrow, tell me na, girls like me have what fantasy? Did she ask?
Ok. Girls like you according to that poll want to be treated like sluts, slut-shamed, you know, provided it’s in the hands of a good guy and the environment is safe, I said and waited for her reaction.
She burst out laughing and laughed long.
You haven’t said anything, I said.
Dhet, naughty, she fake scolded me.
I laughed, said ok.
You are such a scholar, if you say, it must be, she said.
I think this is inappropriate, I don’t know why I brought it up, I offered lamely.
No problem dear, sleep now, I will come tomorrow, she said.
K, bye, till then, I said and she disconnected the call. The scheme for tomorrow was getting complete in my mind. My cock was erect the full 8 inch and dripping. Tomorrow will be delicious.
Next day, Nina left early for the airport. The maid arrived next and I told her that no need to make breakfast as I already had with mom and gave her some instructions. She had her room and bathroom etc on the ground floor. I rearranged my plans in my mind and waited for Sandy.
She reached around 10. I opened the door and welcomed her in. She was wearing her usual attire of jeans shorts and sleeveless top with sandals with her wavy hair flowing down to her shoulder.
You are on time, that’s a good student. You look, fabulous girl, I said while taking her bag from her. Did you park your car inside?
Ya, Monica opened the gate, she said mentioning the maid.
Oh, Monica is ok, she will be downstairs. Breakfast? I asked.
I had. You want?
No.
Ok then. I will make coffee for us.
Fine. One mug will do. We’ll share.
Ok.
Sandy went to the kitchen to make coffee. By the time she came to the bedroom with the coffee, I had switched off the ac and opened the windows as the day was hot and cloudy and a breeze had started blowing. We sipped coffee and chitchatted. No sexual innuendo.
It’s hot na, she said.
Yes, maybe it will rain.
Ya, it should, otherwise, it’s hot.
Wanna go over to the terrace, a nice breeze is blowing, I said.
Ya, that would be great, let’s go, she said.
Ok. You wanna change into something light, coz it’s hot?
Oops, didn’t bring extra cloth, she said.
Ok, let me see if I can find everything. I found a very light cotton top and a wrap for her. See if these will be okay, I asked.
Oho, how come girls clothes with you, she taunted me.
I said nothing, just laughed.
Ok, let me see, she said.
Ok, knock when you are done.
I went to the other room and undressed. I was in good shape, no flab anywhere and my 8-inch cock semi-erect. I put on a white linen short without any underwear and a t-shirt. Sandy knocked and I went in. The top hugged her bosom tight and the pink of her bra was just perceptible under the top. The wrap covered her ass one and a quarter times and she tied the string on her side. It was as short as her short, with the crucial difference, if she sits or bends, her panty will show.
Fabulous. You look fabulous, I said. You know that right? I asked.
She became shy, smiled and said, let’s go, I haven’t seen your terrace.
Shanno, you are sure you need the underclothes, will unnecessarily get wet if it rains, I asked in all seriousness. Shanno was caught unawares. Too abrupt a question. I am essentially telling her to take off her bra and panty. I pressed the advantage. Keep them on the bed or on the carpet, alright? And come barefoot, ok?
The abruptness and the authority did the job. She said ok, with an exaggerated nodding of the head, as if to show that it was a well thought out decision taken after due consideration. Alright, meet me on top, I am carrying the coffee, I said and headed to the terrace.
The terrace door could be locked only from the stairs and not from the terrace itself. I had removed the lock. It was a smooth floor covered with about six feet tall walls on all sides, besides, the foliage of the old family home rose even taller than that, so it was an extremely private place. only one place about two feet wide, the wall was lower, about three and a half feet tall so that somebody could lean over and look into the courtyard.
But even here, the foliage blocked the view and you had to stand right below that spot and look up, otherwise, nobody would know such a gap is there on the wall. The terrace was well maintained too, with smooth flooring, clean and largely free from knick-knacks other than a stool, a cloth hanger and a wooden cot with coconut string bed. There was the water tank at one corner tall enough to hide a man, other than that, the place was open.
When Sandy climbed up the stairs barefoot, braless and pantyless, the shyness and unease were written all over her face. With good reason too. Her pert milk and brown aureoles were perfectly framed by the top, with the nipples jutting out. The wrap around the bottom was also only a vain attempt at modesty as she was naked, and I am sure wet underneath. Anybody looking at her at that moment would tell she will be fucked in the next few minutes. I greeted her with fake joy, though I was dying to treat her like a slut.
Hey gorgeous, I called her when she entered the terrace.
Hi, it’s better here.
Ya, hold out your arms and feel the breeze, I said.
She did accordingly.
You look ravishing, I told her openly surveying her body at a distance of two meters. She would probably run to me if I held out my hand. She looked down and smiled to herself, forgetting her uneasiness after the compliment.
I reached out to touch her moist underarm.
she said, Rohiiit.
I asked, did you use only soap?
She said, yes.
I smelled my finger and said nice smell.
She said, Rohiiit. I will kill you, with fake horror. She was enjoying the play in the privacy of the terrace.
Show me your navel, I said.
What? She asked even though she heard it.
Lift your top and show me your navel, I demanded this time.
Her face changed color, she was mortified, but she did accordingly.
Delicious little girl, I said and smiled. Such a perky nose too.
My nose is small, she protested.
I advanced to her nose and squeezed it. I handed her the coffee cup and proceeded to squeeze her cheek and ear. Such cuteness in the hotshot media executive, who would believe? I said. She became hot even though the air had gotten cooler, and was sweating a little around her neck.
Come, let’s walk, I said. I guided her holding her by the waist and alternatively by the ass while keeping the words non-sexy and practical. I showed her the four corners of the terrace and lifted her to show the view outside.
Nice, she said. The coffee was over and she put down the cup and we walked around in the breeze, by now rubbing my hand on her buttock over the loincloth. She was feeling really turned on and all words stopped from her unless prompted. We were getting into the groove, or so she thought.
Bringing my mouth down to her ear, I suddenly whispered, do you shave your Pussy, or trim it, or keep it bushy?
She was overwhelmed. Bushy, she said, mortified by the torture by now, maybe regretting the whole episode a little bit, looked up at me and gave a pleading smile.
Good doggy, I said and grinned, kissing her hot cheek and lightly slapping her ass cheek. She was mortified beyond measure. She could sense that I was exposing her little by little.
You are hot, why don’t you mop your hair up and tie it?
She gathered her hair up and tied it in a bun above her head.
By this time, she totally lost her free will and I was guiding her like a robot.
Come, let’s walk, I said and guided her towards the lower part of the wall by pressing my hand around her butt crack.
Shanno looked down, and I looked down, and sure enough, Monica was there walking mom’s doggy. She had been told to be there though she didn’t know exactly why.
Oh, Monica is there, say hi to her.
Shanno leaned a little, and said, hi Monica.
Monica could have guessed instantly, coz she had herself been up here in the same situation before. She knew if Choti malkin was leaning down to talk to her while dressing like a slut, definitely chote saheb was behind her, and if she said hi, chote saheb would expect Monica to keep up the conversation until some code is exchanged. So, she began chit-chatting with Shanno about the weather and whatnot.
I pressed Shanno’s back downwards so her belly was touching the wall and the whole upper torso was leaning out with elbows resting on the wall. Monica knew the action was beginning and kept Shanno busy in conversation.
I adjusted the stool near Shanno’s legs and went to work. She pressed her legs together but I jammed her right leg with my right leg and spread open her left leg and kept it in place with my left leg. Then, I slowly rubbed my left hand up and down her thigh, slowly going upper and upper till I found her wetness and touched her wet pubes.
Wow, so thoroughly wet, I love it, I said. She desperately tried to free her legs, but to no avail, at the same time keeping on a semblance of a conversation.
I played with her inner thighs, her Pussy and her ass, her clit, labia, the folds of her Pussy, slapping, licking, caressing. She tried to free herself by lifting her body but I pressed her back and lowered out again.
Don’t try it again, I warned. I lifted her wrap above her ass and gave her a stinging slap. All conversation stopped for a while as both girls knew what was happening. Shanno pleaded with me, please please, it hurts.
One on the other cheek, then I won’t slap you unless you try to rise again. I kneaded her other cheek and called her out, honey?
Yes, she said softly, so that the woman below won’t hear.
Count till five.
She knew what was coming, reluctantly started counting, one, two…
At five, I gave her other ass cheek a stinging spank. She aahed. I lapped her pussy with my tongue all the way up her ass valley and her asshole. I kneaded her butts mercilessly, slapped them, sucked at them. I pulled the ass cheeks apart little by little while she resisted but at one point gave up. I curled my lips around her asshole airtight and sucked while sticking my tongue forward.
The wet tongue entered her resisting ass. She squirmed all the time so that at one point, I was holding her ample bush in my fist and sort of tongue kissed her asshole. It smelled and tasted of sweat and faintly of poo. After that, I proceeded to pull her asshole apart in opposite directions by my thumbs for a few minutes, so that it began to gape little by little.
After some time, Shanno had a real nice gaping asshole, and I asked, did you poo well in the morning darling, she began to squirm again, I laughed and slapped her ass cheek again while saying,’Dont worry, there you have one piece of turd but its well inside, just to make her miserable, although her tube was totally clean.
She was mortified, and squirmed uncontrollably, but to no avail, as her legs were jammed by mine. Next, I spat saliva around her asshole, most of which went inside her asshole. I told her the real thing is coming now, baby and rose. I dropped my pants and rubbed my own pre-cum over my whole cock. I put her one leg on the stool with my one leg jamming it, one on the ground with my other leg immobilizing it, and held the back of her t-shirt in a fist while pressing my cock into her anus.
The poor girl moaned under her breath, trying her best to retain her honor in front of the servant girl beneath. But Monica surely saw Sandy memsahib’s shirt pull tighter over her tits, and also pull closer toward it, exposing her navel and midriff from below, and also saw the Memsahab bob forward and back over the wall as I immobilized her and fucked her asshole.
Memsahib, are you ok, is your head spinning, she couldn’t help asking as if saying, ‘ Memsahib, you are being publicly fucked like a cheap bitch, and I know it.’ I thought that the time to allow Shanno some space to release her emotions has come, and whispered to her, ‘ Shanno, tell her to leave. Tell her to bring your clothes up or something. Otherwise, she will never leave.’ Poor Shanno was not in a position to think clearly, and said what I suggested. ‘Monica, please bring my clothes up’. Monica said, Ok madam, and left.
Monica was gone, now, we could talk.
Do you like it in the ass, baby?
Oh ya ya Oh, my God…
Say it, baby…
I like it aahh aahhh…
Say my name, say Rohit, fuck me in the ass.
..aah…aah…Rohit fuck me…aaah… in the ass..aah ooaahh.
That’s a good girl.
Say,’ Rohit, I am your slut.
She moaned Aaah aaah just on hearing that command
Say it, baby. I untied her hair and held it from behind.
Rohit..I …am..your …slut…aaah aaaaaaa aaaa
Good slut, I said, and slapped her face lightly.
I kept fucking her ass..now slowly..now fast..while caressing her now almost bare back and ass. I pulled her shirt over her boobs so that her boobs were now fully exposed. I held her hair with one hand and I caressed, fondled, kneaded her boobs, caressed her body from face to boobs to tummy to pussy with the other. I pinched her clit. She let out a loud long moan. Half moan half cry. I said it’s ok, let your voice out.
I dipped two fingers into her pussy and she moaned again, arching her back like a mare.. I inserted the fingers into her mouth and she was forced to taste her own cum juice.. Say, ‘Rohit..’
She said, Rohit.. whatever she could with my two fingers in her mouth.
‘I.
She said ‘I.
Am..
Your…
bitch…
She repeated and moaned
‘at the heat.
She moaned aloud
Say it
She said it
Now repeat it
She repeated it, while I dicked her with the final 20 super strong thrusts each of would have thrown her over if I were not holding her tight.
Okay, come now, sit, and I guided her to the cot made with coconut string. As she was unsteady from long immobilized standing, I had to help her down, and in doing so, each of her legs was astride the pole of the cot frame.
The pole was somewhat taller than the level of the frame for some reason, and the bed sagged, as coconut string beds normally do, so Sandy sat with her arms behind her pushing the body up, while her legs were spread and hanging around the corner of the cot, with a fat pole about between the legs. Wow, that just gave me another idea and made my cock harden even more if that was possible.
I put one leg on the cot and pushed her head towards my fully erect cock. Without thinking, she opened her mouth to invite my cock in. I pushed her head in and out over my cock, sometimes going as far as her throat, deepthroating her. She took it well. A gurgling sound came from her mouth. I would give her some rest sometimes to swallow the saliva and cock juice, and again start it.
I made her lick my balls, take one in her mouth at a time, and suck on it. It was great. I was moaning now. I made her lick from my balls up to the tip of my dick in long strokes, my dick that was on her ass not so long ago. Finally, my body tensed, and great waves of cum came squirting out of my cock. I made her open her mouth and pumped my dick. The juice squirted all over her face, some of her hair and some on her t-shirt over her breast.
The last drops I deposited directly in her mouth. She closed her mouth around my dick and milked it making me release whatever stock I had and gladly gulped it down. I took out a hankie and wiped her face, taking care not to wipe too much, so that most of the cum is gone from her face, but some will remain and cum stains will appear on her face in a minute.
Sandy was exhausted. She has been just fucked in her ass and in her mouth. She was sitting on the sagging cot with her arms propping up the body from behind while her legs were hanging across the corner of the cot with the pole of the cot between the legs. The wrap was okay, but it was so short that one could have a good look at her luxuriant black bush and glistening pussy if one stood two meters in front of her.
She probably totally forgot that Monica will be coming up with the clothes. Monica, the servant is an intelligent girl. She probably came once but saw from the stairs that Chhoti Malkin is still being serviced, and so, went away, or maybe she is right at the end of the stairs, taking in the action and will enter the terrace once the action is over.
Monica’s petticoat was drying on the hanger behind the cot. I pulled the string out of the petticoat and broke it in two. I squatted behind Sandy while starting to tie her bangles in both hands together with the strings of the cot. By the time I told her, Darling, did you forget the servant will come with the clothes any moment now, it was too late for poor Sandy? She was handcuffed with the cot.
She said, Oh my gosh, I totally forgot, and tried to sit upright, but realized that her hands had been tied. She could not understand it. I walked in front of her and she saw the other half of the string in my hand and realized that I had tied her. Her hands were tied and her legs were dangling, and time was running out. She could not understand. Her face reflected many emotions within a second, from anger to bewilderment to sorrow to resignation, ultimately deciding to plead with me.
Rohit, please, what is this? Please untie me.
Sandy baby, she is the servant and you are the mistress, plus, you have a great body. What are you worried about?
No No, please untie me, please, I cannot..
No, you have to do as I say. I squatted in front of her and tied her ankles together behind the pole of the cot with the other half of the string.
Sandy had not thought of this possibility. She had been pleading to be set free, on the contrary, she is now tied hand and feet, completely open.
She could not react. She just opened her eyes wide and blinked, trying to say something and deciding against it. The shock of being tied to a cot hand and feet and spread open for the view was something the media girl and women right activist had never experienced.
I came near her and sat on the side of the cot. I surveyed her head to feet, satisfied with my work of art. She seemed on the verge of crying. I thought I should give her some pep talk before pushing her one step deeper into sluttification.
Baby, this will be over, I said and kissed her mouth. Just be confident. Monica has no power over you, she is just a servant. I said and smiled. She looked at me with a hanging face and cloudy eyes and still looked like she could cry. I immensely enjoyed the helplessness of this empowered woman, and could not help but smile at her. I played with her wet pussy with my finger and flicked the finger on her cheek. I pushed her to wrap a few inches up so that her pussy was totally exposed now.
My animal instincts were raised on seeing the helpless girl. I sucked her titties over her shirt and made them wet so that her titties were clearly visible under the shirt. Finally, I pulled her shirt up a little bit so that her navel will show. She still seemed like crying, pleading with me, please Rohiiiit. Ultimately I told her, Cheer up and be confident, little girl, otherwise, your shirt will come over your titties. She gasped, and said, No no, ok I will try, and gave somewhat of a smile.
That’s a good girl, I said. Be confident, Monica will be coming.
With that, I disappeared behind the water tank to smoke a cigarette and take in the view.
Monica came two minutes later. As she took two steps, she abruptly stopped in her track, seemingly surprised beyond words at what was in front of her. Sandy tried her best to show that she was in control, and called out, Hi Monica.
Monica, the servant did not say anything, just coolly gazing at the trapped deer in front of her. Then, she moved towards her, looking her over and said, Hi Sandy. No, Chhoti Malkin, I noted. Sandy’s confidence evaporated quickly. She could only look down.
Once she used to wine and dine and sing and dance with Nina, the woman of the house and other high society girls while Monica cooked in the kitchen, and here she is now, dishevelled hair, cum stained face, nipples sucked, showing her navel, exposing her hairy pussy, tied hand, and feet while that servant stood right near her and took in every tiny detail of her ravishment. She put down her clothes on the cot, and remarked with a hint of contempt, your hair is undone, Sandy. Sandy was mortified, could not say anything, just prayed that this ordeal is over.
The servant girl was playing bold with Sandy. My cock was fully erect on seeing this play. She came to collect her petticoat, and I beckoned her to the far side of the terrace. She bit her lip, looked down and came to me, standing in front of me, head down.
You are being disrespectful to my girl, do you want to be spanked on your ass? I asked softly so that Sandy will not hear.
She was tugging at the petticoat with her hands, digging the floor with her toes, looked up at me briefly, opened her eyes wide, said ummm, and looked down again.
Is your cunt wet?
She demurely nodded.
I reached up to her, crushed her titties with my forefinger and thumb, she gave a noiseless aaaaaahh
Ok, go now, don’t masturbate, don’t wash after you pee, don’t change your bra and panty, I will see you in the evening, I said. Meanwhile, make some lunch.
She said um, bit her lip, and hastened out of the terrace and down the stairs. I shifted my attention to Sandy.
The poor girl was crying. She could not take the latest humiliation. It is no use talking to her now, she is too broken for that.
I went to her and untied her strings and pushed her onto the cot on her back.
What are you crying about? You haven’t even been fucked, I said, sitting beside her on the cot. No Dear, no Darling, no Sandy, no endearment, no empathy, perhaps that’s what flipped her out.
She said you are an animal, dog, I hate you and threw her fists at me. This was purposeful. She had to let off steam. Plus, I had to treat her bad, till now, I was all honey with her.
I touched her belly, and she slapped my hand away. BLoody dog, she said. I laughed.
I tried to touch her thigh, she tried to kick me. I took her by her ankle, immobilized her and gave her ass a slap.
Come, let me fuck all the negativity out of you, I said.
Go away, you are scum, she said. She was furious that I had exposed her to the servant.
I laughed and said you are angry because I haven’t undressed you and have neglected your pussy.
Go to your underage girlfriend, she said with contempt and started to get up.
I pushed her back down, laughed and said, ok, so that’s the problem?
I will go now, and if you use force, I will tell Nina and I might tell other people, she said, trying to get up again.
She got up and walked and I swiftly untied the wrap. It fell on the ground, and I tossed in on the cot. She was now naked waist downwards. Suddenly, her resolve dampened.
I stood up, took off my t-shirt, and tossed in on the cot. I was between the cot and the girl.
She now had two bad options, the cot, and the door. In a fit of rage, she raced to the door, but could not muster the courage to run downstairs naked. She stood there. I reached her from behind and tore ripped the flimsy shirt totally out of her body. I lifted her by her midriff and set her down on the floor in the middle of the floor.
How should I punish you, I asked her while unbuttoning my shorts and letting them fall to the ground.
She didn’t say anything but gazed at me semi-erect 7-inch cock.
Get on your knees and suck my cock. She got on her knees and started sucking. It went on a good ten minutes. Ultimately, I bade her get up and she got up.
You have treated me like dirt, she said, her voice quivering.
That’s what I said, you are a little girl who needs a sweet little fuck, so why did you resist all this time?
She was coming around. The sweet nothings were working like they always do.
I lifted her with one arm along her butt cleavage and the other arm on her back while she clung on to me with her hand around my neck. I kissed her all over while saying sweet slutty nothings. She was totally mellowed and soothed.
I carried her to the cot and started fucking her missionary style. After shallow strokes, she got revved completely and the strokes became deeper and deeper. The sway of the frame enhanced the sway of the bed and gradually, all my fat 8 inches got buried in her as her moans and whimpers gave way to oooohh mommyyy and ooooh mammaaa and became louder and louder and she came with a tight long quiver. Wave after wave of cum screamed their way into my cock and her beautiful pussy became completely awash with my cum.
I got up, pulled on my shorts, and lifted her over my shoulder. Sandy who walked up the stairs edgy, horny, somewhat clothed and wet more than three hours ago came down on my shoulder fully serviced, satisfied and with cum oozing from her cunt. Thanks for reading my sex story.