I’m Kasturi (30years). I have wanted to share my fuck experience with my owner. I have studied till 10th standard and married for 10years. I work as housemaid now. My husband, Krishna is a truck driver and we have three daughters.
Recently, he has taken up loans and we are unable to meet expenses. So I suggested that i work in nearby house to earn some income. We live in Kanakpura, a place on the outskirts of Bangalore. I approached the bungalow near my house with some hopes. Lalitha madam (25years) gave me a job immediately. I had to do all the cleaning. She is married to Dipak and had just delivered a baby boy. I was happy to start working. Dipak is flirty whenever madam was not around. But I kept doing my work and pleasing madam.My landlord and elderly man of 55years kept pressurizing for arrears of rent. We had to pay him for six months. One day, he came and told us that he is taking away our divan as one month’s rent. We appealed to him but he didn’t listen.
I knew he was doing it because he lusted for my body. Although I’m dark, I have a nice sexy body. My boobs are mango shaped. I have a thin waist and a tight stomach. My ass looks yum. My landlord keeps telling my husband to allow a fuck with me. And my husband scolds him for thinking that way. We were left without a bed and had to sleep on the floor. Krishna used to return from work tired usually and the bed would be comfortable for his back. I and the kids used to sleep on the floor. We used to have sex only when the kids used to be away at school or at my mother’s house. And from many months, he had hectic work. Hence, we never had sex.
Just that month end, Dipak and Lalitha madam bought a brand new imported bed for their house. They shifted their old bed to the room on the terrace. I thought that I will ask them to sell it to me, but I waited for a month.
My salary day happened to be Sunday. I had a hair bath and went to work. As my hair was wet, I left it loose. Madam was happy with my work and increased my salary. I requested her to sell the old bed to us. She asked me to talk to Dipak.
I had not talked much to sir. I was feeling shy about it. But I went ahead. That time, madam was feeding the baby and Dipak was on the terrace. So I walked up to ask him. After I went up, I was fucked and my life changed from that time. Here’s how it happened: I saw him exercising bare-chested. He was doing push-ups and I saw his biceps contracting and relaxing. He did not have chest hairs. He is fair and wore specs.
On seeing me, he smiled. He got up and wore a towel on his shoulders. I blushed when he looked at me.
“Sir, main aapse Kuch poochna chahti hoon.” [Sir, can I ask you something?”]
“Kasturi, kya baat hai?” [What’s the matter, Kasturi?]
“Sir, kya aap ye palang bechenge?”[Will you sell your cot?]
“Nahin. Kyun?”[No, why?]
My face frowned. I didn’t want to hear “No”. I bent my head.
He came forward and lifted my face by my chin. I didn’t know how to react.
“Sir. Main soch Rahi thi, ke ye aapke abhi kaam ka nahi hai. To…” [ I thought that it is of no use, so..]
He removed the towel from his shoulders and again stood staring at me. I looked down again.
Was he looking at my boobs? I adjusted my palloo.
Was he looking at my bra straps? I made sure that they were inside.
Was he staring at my rosy lips? I covered them with my saree palloo.
Was my navel seen? Something was wrong and I was getting nervous.
“Nahin sir. Kuch nahin.” I turned to go away from there. [nothing, sir,nothing]
“Ruko, Kasturi.”[stop]
“Sir, koi baat nahi hai.”[its nothing, sir]
“Tumhe ye palang chahiye?” [do you want this bed?]
“Jie sir. Par ye main khareedungi. Kitne me denge, sir?” I was feeling better. [Yes sir. But I will buy it. How much will you give it for?]
I looked up and met his stare. I gathered a wicked smile. I wanted him to fall for my beauty and give it to me for cheap.
“Waise, main ise bechna nahin chahta. lekin agar tujhe chahiye, to 10000 rupye de de.” [ I didn’t want to sell it, but you can take it for Rs.10000.]
My god. I thought I would get it for only 1000 or 1500.
“Sir. Nahin. Rehne dijiye. Main to aise he poochne aayi” [Sir, its okay . I just asked casually.]
” yahan aao.” [come here]
He put his hands on my shoulder and looked at me in the eye. I was shivering.
He said that this bed was special. I asked him what was so special?
He asked me to check if Lalitha was awake and come. When I went down, she was fast asleep. Again I went up to tell him. He was inside the room.
“Sir, madam to so gayee hai. Main jaati hoon.” [Sir, madam is asleep. I’ll go.]
“Tujhe is bed ki khaas baat batani hai,” he said and came forward. I was standing at the door. He held my hand and brought me into the room. He closed the door and bolted it.
“Sir, mujhe late ho rahi hai. Main kal aati hoon.”[Sir, im getting late. I’ll talk tomorrow.]
“Tu is palang pe let ke dekh. Lalitha aur meri suhagraat isi palang pe hui thi. Kya mazaa aaya tha us raat. Aaj phir aisi hi harkat tere saat karna chahta hoon.” [You just feel the bed. I and madam had our first night on this bed. What a night it was! Today, once again I want to fuck someone on it.]
“Sir, main shadi shuda hoon. Mere teen bache hain. Aap aise sochiye bhi mat. Main ek shareif ghar se hoon.” [Sir, I’m married. I have three children. Don’t think like that. I belong to a good family.]
“Kasturi, teri ye bheegi zulfen aur ye white blouse mera swagat kar rahe hain. Tu is par let kar to dekh, kitna maza aayega.” [ Your wet hair and your white blouse are making me eager, Kasturi. You lie on this bed. You will enjoy.]
I was terrified. But I decided to obey his order. I moved to the bed. He stopped me. he asked me to remove my saree and then sleep on it. “Agar is bed par aadhe kapde aur aadha nanga soyegi, to iska aanand tumhe bahut bhayega. Chal utar apni saree.” [if you are half dressed, and half naked, you will enjoy sleeping on it. Remove your saree.]
He came and pulled my saree. My light blue cotton saree came away and revealed my ample cleavage. My white bra could be seen through the white blouse. My petticoat was three inches below my navel. My smooth stomach was tight and my tits were taut. As he was pulling my saree, his hands were brushing my waist. For the first time, another male was touching me. I was feeling shy, but I was overcome with his order. For a moment, I decided to forget that I was married. And that I had three daughters.
He lifted me up and threw me on the mattress. I bounced and fell on the soft cushion of the bed. The sheets were snow white, and I was alone with the man of the house. I bent my knees and my back was straight. He looked at me with lust.
“Ye palang main tujhe muft me de dunga. Mujhe apne is naram jism ko har hafte saump dena. Tere in nazuk tangon ke beech me main apna ling dalke bahut sukoon paunga. Aur in kaali zulfon ko phoolon se sajaunga. Tere boobs ko chooske iske ras se pyaas bhujaunga.” [ I’ll gift you this bed. You just surrender your beautiful body to me. I will insert my cock between both these delicate legs and satisfy you. And I’ll decorate your hair with flowers. I will suck on these boobs and quench my thirst.]
“Sir, ye aap kya keh rahe hain. Main aise kaise kar sakti hoon. Agar mere pati ko pata chal gaya to…” [Sir, what are you talking? How can I do this? What will happen if my husband knows…” ]
“use to tab pata chalega jab tu use batayegi. Tu mujhe khush kar, main tujhe khush karunga. Yehi to business hai.”[ only if you tell him will he know. If you make me happy, I will make you happy. That’s business.]
He came and hugged me with his strong hands. His cheeks nuzzled my neck and he planted kisses all over my face. I opened my mouth and started kissing him. For some time I wanted to forget about my family and bring home the bed. I wanted a big bed and I was being used for it. My body was the price for the comfort of this lovely bed.
I hugged him. His hands went behind and came inside my blouse. With two fingers he unhooked my bra while my blouse was still on. My boobs had become hard. I was wet down and was missing a cock inside my cunt.
“Sir, is baat ka pata madam ko nahin pata chalna chahiye. Varna main kahin ke nahin rahungi.” [Sir, do not let madam know about this, or else I will be thrown out.”
“Tu ab chup karke mujhe doodh pila. Tera dood peena chahta hoon.” [Shut up and serve me milk. I want to have your milk.]
“kyun nahin sir. Aap kitne ache hain. Main aapko mere boobs se doodh pilati hoon. Aapko bhi to kuch milna chahiye.” [ Why not sir. You’re so good. I’ll feed you through my boobs. You too deserve something from me.]
I came on top of him and unhooked my blouse one by one. My cleavage was seen. His hands were on my waist and he was squeezing me. As my blouse came off, he hands reached for it and also pulled away my bra. My pointed tits, he rubbed with his big hands. He moved it in circles, rubbing both my buns against each other.
I moved forward and brought my left tit to his mouth. He opened his mouth and sucked it with passion. Although he could bite me, he was gentle. He licked around the corners and sucked. He licked around the corners and sucked. And again! And again! And again he sucked. My hands were massaging his shoulders.
Dipak’s shoulders were salty and I licked on them making him hot for me. His hands went behind my ass and he rubbed on them with lust. But his sucking continued. It looked like he was thirsty for woman’s tits for six months. And I was enjoying all the sucking.
I was in my thirty’s. My husband was a good lover. He fucked me every day in the first year of marriage. We hugged each other and slept every night. I was reminded of those horny nights when he used to suck me till dawn.
“Ah. Ow. Ah. Ow.” I was enjoying his sucking. He kept squeezing on my ass. I started stroking my cunt on his cock. He was still in his jogging trunks. He was hard on his bone.
He held my cheeks and sucked my lips into his mouth. I was out of breadth. Then, gently, he placed me on the bed, on my back. He came on top. His mouth went down to my navel. My flat stomach could feel the warmth of his mouth. It felt really ticklish. He kissed my navel. His chin moved around it and he was enjoying by moving his hands in circles around it.
He parted my legs. I was not sure whether I should do this. How can I give my body to anyone other than my husband? How can I betray his trust? And how will my children feel if they came to know. I thought, I must not allow it.
“Sir, aap mujhe jane dijiye. Mujhe bed nahin chahiye. Main aise nahin kar sakti.” [Sir, let me go. I do not want the bed. I cannot do this.]
“Saali. Picture ka trailer dikha ke kahan ja rahi hai. Khade laude pe dhoka jake aise jaane nahin dunga. Agar jaane ki koshis karegi, to tujhpe chori ka ilzam dalunga. Police ko bulake hawalat me band karadunga.” [You show me the trailer and want to run away, bitch. How can you ditch me when my cock is erect for your cunt. If you go, I’ll complain to the police that you are a theif. ]
“Sir, aap aise kaise kar sakte hain. Mere saath zabardasti mat kariye. Main jana chahti hoon. Please mujhe jane do, sir.” I joined my hands to let me go. [Sir, why are you doing this to me. Don’t harass me. I want to go. let me go.]
“Pehle mere ling ka darshan to kar. Pehle ise apne haathon me pakad. Phir sochunga.” [First I want you to see my cock. Hold it in your hand. Then I will think.]
“Sir, aap kaisi gandi baatein karte hain.” [Sir, you talk so dirty.]
“Saali. Tu apne jism ko dikha kar, apne boobon ko chooswakar, mujhe garam karke mere is laude ko khadake jaana chahti hai. Aaj to main tujhe itni der tak chodunga, ke apne pati ke laude ko bhool jayegi.” [You bitch. You show me your body, then let me suck your tits, make me horny, then you take my cock to the peak. I want to fuck you for so much time, that you will forget your husband.]
He quickly removed his jogs and showed me his cock. My eyes were left open. What a manhood he had. It was fuckin 7 inches thick rod. The tip of his cock was a lolly. He took my hand and made me feel it. I curled my hands around the hot log of his cock. What a scene. I had never seen such a big cock in my life. How will I feel when it will be inside my tunnel of love?
I started stroking it. I knelt down and both my hands started to rub it with care. I looked up to him with true lust in my eyes. He was staring at my breast with enjoyment. He said, “Tum meri bed pe sone wali doosri aurat ho. Tu mujhe nanga dekhne wali bhi doosri aurat ho. Main tujhe aaj jee bhar ke pyar karunga. Aur tum mujhe apni baahon me bharke sukoon paogi.” [You are the second woman who has slept on this bed. You are the second woman who has seen me naked. I will fuck you so nicely. I will satisfy your hunger for sex.]
My lips came to his cock and began to lick it. What a feeling it was. What a warm and hard rod it was. How straight and nice it was. I started to suck it, lick it and feel it. His hands went behind my ass and he pulled away underwear. My petticoat was still on. My juices were overflowing and my underwear came down wet. He suddenly inserted his finger into my cunt.
My wetness came onto his fingers and tempted him to dig deeply. We threw away whatever clothes we were wearing and hugged each other with warmth.
“Main to 7 mahino se nahin kiya.” [ I haven’t screwed for 7 months.]
“Maine bhi 3 -4 mahino se nahin kiya.” [ my husband has also not screwed me for 3-4 months.]
I went down again and sucked his cock with even more aggression. Both my hands held on to it like a cricked bat, yet two inches were not covered.
He fucked me with vigor and might of a stallion. And sucked my breasts in the process. His hands kept moving around my delicate 4 month virgin body. We had forgotten about our partners and had indulged in passionate sex.
Next day, I took the bed home for my husband. He was overjoyed. And I told him that sir had given it for Rs.2000 only for my services. I’m glad that he didn’t ask what kind of service!
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