Simran hesitated just for an instant before pulling her panty down and stepping out of it fully nude. She was still in her dressing room. She had read about the benefits of massage in a number of newspapers and journals but could perhaps never muster the courage to go to a parlour. All sorts of doubts would appear to cloud her mind. How could she strip fully before complete strangers! And if the masseuse turned out to be a man! God! She would certainly die due to sheer embarrassment. And if she insisted on having a lady to do the job, perhaps the parlour owners would smirk at her prudishness.
However when her maid servant Lakshmi had once mentioned that she too had lived in Kerala and had picked up that art, Simran decided that the time had come to indulge in what she had been wanting to do for so long. For the lady to be seen nude by a maid servant was, well, natural. The only thing was the initial hesitation because till now Simran had only been topless in front of Lakshmi and that too only once. The admiration that was reflected in Lakshmi’s eyes at that time was not lost on Simran. So when she broached the topic of getting herself massaged by Lakshmi, her response was more than enthusiastic.
Lakshmi and her husband Bhavdeep had been with them for almost one year. While Bhavdeep worked as a driver, Lakshmi looked after the kitchen and whatever sundry work was assigned to her. Lakshmi was dark and in her early thirties whereas Bhavdeep, though of a similar age was fairer and looked slightly younger. In fact so fair was his complexion that an ignorant visitor could have been excused for assuming that he was a member of the family.
At 26, Simran had a body that would give many established models a run for their money. Generous and firm 34 B size breasts complimented her 5 feet 7 inches body that was tall by Indian standards. Before stepping out from the dressing room she permitted herself some vanity and admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small aerola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and the nail polished bare feet. There was a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, that was situated at the top of her right thigh. It had been a matter of some consolation to Simran that the mark was situated so high that it would be visible only if she went nude and the chances of that were remote. Her nude body was a sight that could have stopped anyone in his tracks. A light golden chain in the neck, appropriately designed bangles on her wrists and a cute pair of anklets only served to accentuate her well toned body.
A suitable mat had been spread on the floor. Lakshmi had locked the door and was waiting for Simran with a bottle of oil in her hand. This bottle had been purchased by Simran herself with the fond hope that someday she would be making use of it. That day had finally arrived.
She finally took a deep breath and stepped out of the dressing room. She was feeling very self conscious but had braced herself by telling her own self that if she wanted a massage she had to strip, so it was best to act confident. As Lakshmi saw her Mem Sahib nude for the first time, she just stood mesmerised. If she had found Simran to be beautiful from above the waist, she was absolutely gorgeous from below the waist. Lakshmi also noted that Simran had recently got her belly button pierced and a dainty golden ring there, despite its small size was arousing tremendous passion in whosoever beheld that sight. Lakshmi was fully aware of the employer/employee relations between herself and Simran but she couldn’t help thinking that if the sight of Simran’s nude body could have such a powerful impact on her, what impact would it have on a male?
Simran acted nonchalant as if this was not at all a big deal for her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and lay there ready for Lakshmi to start. The first touch made her jump but she soon relaxed as Lakshmi poured warm oil over her back. The smoothing of the oil on her body was delicious, the firm yet soft hands soothing her, first her shoulders, arms then lower back and when her buttocks trembled slightly under Lakshmi’s touch she felt a sense of letting go... almost a submission to her maid.
‘Mem Sahib. may I say something?’ Lakshmi asked.
‘Yes.’ Simran answered.
‘You are very beautiful.’ Lakshmi said in a husky tone. After all, it was not everyday that one got to work with a beautiful lady and it was even rarer to see her nude.
‘Hmm.’she mumbled not knowing how exactly to respond to a compliment being paid by a maid.
‘Mem Sahib. You are so hairless here. Just this little line of vertical hair looks very pretty.’ Lakshmi carried on pointing to Simran’s shaped pussy with her eyebrows. ‘Sahib must be very happy to see you that you put in so much effort to give it such a proper shape.’
Simran felt that the most appropriate response would be to keep quiet. She felt that Lakshmi was overstepping her limits but the compliments were such that she was actually enjoying listening to them. Her legs and feet were coated with the oil and Simran's body felt so relaxed....so out of her control... that when Lakshmi parted her legs to coat her inner thighs, she moaned softly and felt a familiar wetness beginning to form in her most sensitive spot between her thighs.
‘Mem Sahib. This dark spot that you have right here is very beautiful’ Lakshmi said running her slick fingers over the smooth skin on the inner thigh. Simran knew that in the state of nudity,the spot would be so visible that it would definitely be noticed. ‘Even Bhavdeep has a similar spot.’ Lakshmi continued.
‘Where?’ Simran asked sleepily and regretted it almost immediately. The massage had had a twin impact on her: she had started feeling drowsy and aroused at the same time.
‘Very close to where you have it. It is long and carries on upto where his……. starts.’ Lakshmi said blushing furiously.
Even Simran was blushing. It felt odd to be discussing birthmarks of the maid’s husband situated in private parts. Despite that she felt a tingling in the lips of her pussy and immediately dismissed all erotic thoughts. How could she feel aroused thinking about a maid’s husband?
For a moment the feeling of embarrassment persisted and then faded away. So she relaxed, not bothering to close her legs when Lakshmi had coated them and, with the oil on her body, she couldn't tell what was oil and what was her body's reaction to the hands that stroked her. However, she dreamily thought that it was good that Lakshmi is so adept at her job and it was such a pleasure to be treated like a queen. Lakshmi smiled down at Simran's naked body lying on the table before her and admired the gleaming skin. It had shades of a beautiful golden brown all over except for the pink undersides of her feet.
Everything appeared to be going dreamily when Simran heard loud noises outside. What on earth could have been going on, she wondered. The voices were that of her husband and he appeared to be very angry.
‘Lakhmi, I must go and see. Amit appears to be very upset.’ Simran said.
‘Okay, Mem Sahib. As you say.’ Lakshmi said winding up the massage by rubbing the remaining oil in Simran’s body by gently pulling her buttock cheeks apart and rubbing her oily fingers in the crack. For a fraction of a second they lingered on teasingly at the entry of her ass and then it was over.
Simran hurriedly put on the gown that she had discarded over her body and emerged from the room. She was quite perturbed and it did not bother her that her ample cleavage could be seen. With Lakshmi close on her heels she proceeded towards the place from where the voice was emanating and were just in time to hear the sound of a resounding slap. Both Simran and Lakshmi were aghast to see that the recipient of the slap was none other than Lakshmi’s husband Bhavdeep.
‘What is going on here?’ Simran asked no one in particular.
‘Ask this man. He is so thankless. We have employed both of them. Not only is he not sincere he answers back.’ Amit bellowed.
Bhavdeep stood transfixed to the ground and did not utter a single word.
‘Whatever the case may be you should learn to keep your temper under control.’ Simran spoke to her husband. She somehow felt bad at this crass display of crude power by her husband and that too in front of Lakshmi. What would a wife feel when she saw her husband being slapped!
‘I am fed up. You also lecture me.’ Amit spoke in an exasperated tone and marched out of the room.
Simran felt like consoling Bhavdeep and just as she approached him, she became conscious that her robe had just been tied with a cord and that under the robe she was completely nude. Her bare legs could be seen through the slit in the gown just as her cleavage. As she was becoming conscious of her state and was contemplating withdrawing, her eyes met that of Bhavdeep. She expected to find a feeling of hurt; instead she found a lusty feeling, a desire that was at the same time scary and endearing. By way of reflex action, Simran looked down at her feet and turning around swiftly walked to the privacy of her room. Somehow she felt a trifle disturbed. What disturbed her even more was that she did not feel contempt for the husband of her maid. This is preposterous, she told herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was glowing from the massage and it was hardly Bhavdeep’s fault that he had forgotten all about the insults heaped on him by her husband. Simran shuddered, and peeled off the gown over her slender shoulders. For a while she looked at her bare self in the mirror. As she saw her own birthmark hidden so tastefully by nature, she recalled what Lakshmi had told her about a similar mark’s existence on Bhavdeep’s cock. Even within the solitary confines of her room, Simran blushed and went to the bathroom for a shower.
That night Amit returned very late and was too tired and drunk to do anything. Simran wanted to speak to him but found that there was no point in trying. She expected Lakshmi to be sulking the next day but was pleasantly surprised to find that she was present in the house, in time. Simran was wearing the same gown that she had worn the previous evening. It was a gown that she was very fond of and although her mother-in-law had once or twice made disparaging comments about the fact that it revealed more than it hid, it was still a favourite of Simran.
‘I am sorry about yesterday.’she said in a small voice.
‘Why, Mem Sahib?’ Lakshmi appeared to be quite normal.
‘I mean Amit did not really behave the way he should have.’ Simran elaborated.
‘Oh, that. It is okay Mem Sahib. Bhavdeep is a very nice person. He likes Sahib a lot.’ Lakshmi said. ‘And you too.’ She added.
‘What?’ Simran was surprised.
‘Nothing, Mem Sahib. And you won’t believe what happened. At night, I told him that you are really beautiful and that you too have a birth mark like he does. He asked me how did I know and I told him that I had massaged you, that was how.’ Lakshmi said excitedly.
‘You told him that you had seen me nude?’ Simran was aghast.
‘Yes, Mem Sahib. What is wrong? I am a woman and I thought that it was perfectly okay to tell him that I had seen you nude. Did I do something wrong?’ Lakshmi asked innocently.
Simran did not know as to how to explain things to Lakshmi. First she goes and tells her husband that she has seen Mem Sahib nude, then she also tells him that he and Mem Sahib have a similar birthmark and that too in their private parts.
‘Nothing wrong. But what is the need to say such things?’ Simran said absent mindedly.
The day passed uneventfully. Amit was grumpy all throughout. He hardly had anything for breakfast and was busy throughout the day. He had taken another driver and Bhavdeep was left behind. Lakshmi too therefore went early but returned after two hours saying that since Bhavdeep had gone away because of some important work, she did not know what to do.
That night Simran wanted to please Amit, so she put on her sexiest nightie. It was a peach coloured one brought by Amit from one of his sojourns abroad. She applied erotic perfume on her pussy and underarms and on the back of her knees before wearing a diaphanous bra and G string panty which left little for the viewer’s imagination. She put on a dainty pair of silver anklets which were just right for a nice round of lovemaking, subtle enough to highlight Simran’s feminity. Tastefully applied nailpolish on her toes and hands made her look absolutely ravishing.
Amit did arrive at around 11 at night. He had to attend a party with some colleagues and did not appear to be in the best mood. However seeing his wife in such a lovely attire did lift his spirits a little. He went to the bathroom for a shower and by the time he returned, Simran had slid between the cold and crisp white sheets in anticipation of what should have followed.
Just as Amit was easing himself into the bed there was a sound from the drawing room. This appeared to be strange. The servants lived in the outhouse and there was no reason for anybody’s presence in the house. It could perhaps have been a cat or a mouse. This suspense lasted for barely a minute when Simran was appalled to see a well built man in a mask intruding into the bedroom. Simran was almost nude but thankfully in the bed. The mask was black in colour and hid the entire face except for the eyes and the lips. He was armed with a revolver.
‘Come to the drawing room. Both of you.’ He said, his voice a menacing whisper.
‘I, well……….’ Simran stammered.
‘Out of the bed. Now.’ he said, his voice absolutely cold. Simran looked at Amit but he offered no advice. Not because he didn’t want to but he did not appear to be in a position to do so. Seeing that there was absolutely no alternative, Simran got out of the bed and saw the pupils of the intruder’s eyes widen as they drank in the sight of her body through the transparent nightie. Somehow they did not seem to be unfamiliar. Neither Amit nor Simran had any choice; so they meekly followed him, both of them too scared to do anything but obey. The fear in the living room was thick and palpable as Amit was made to sit meekly on a straight chair. Amit tried to assert himself but after a hectic day and the liberal pegs of whiskey he was in no position to take on the intruder. He was tied down firmly with a plastic rope brought by the intruder who also slammed down a handkerchief suffused with something on Amit’s mouth which made him even more drowsy within no time. The intruder had obviously done his homework. What exactly he had in mind was beyond Simran. She was however feeling very awkward at being so scantily clad in front of the man.
‘Now take this nightie off nice and slow. Please’ The man’s voice was a whisper. Simran bit her lip as she looked over at her husband and knew she had very little choice in the matter so she hesitantly took off her necklace Amit given her as a birthday present and dropped it on the floor.
‘I'll do whatever you say if you let us go and promise not to hurt me or my husband,’ Simran said, tears falling down her cheeks.
‘Come on, please be quick. We assure you that if you behave you won’t be hurt.!’ The man commanded, his eyes blazing with lust. Simran felt her face flush self-conciously as she tentatively, almost seductively, took her beautiful nightie off. The hungry look in his eyes made her try to cover her glorious bra-covered C-sized breasts, but thought better of it and pulled them away and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts felt nice and free in the open air and her brownish nipples were hard, like bullets from the fear and cold. One thing many guys found attractive about her was the fact her breasts stuck out and didn't bounce as much as most women's did. The only problem was most people that had seen her breasts (which wasn't very many, only other girls), thought that this meant that she undergone some expensive surgery, which wasn't true. As Simran stepped out of the nightie leaving it crumpled on the floor, she felt an odd sensation enter her body. She couldn't describe it beyond knowing that this man, besides her husband, was perhaps the only one who was seeing her virtually nude.
‘I did what you said. Please take what you want and let us be.’ Simran said, afraid that he would force her to take her panties off as well.
‘Not quite yet,’ The man said as he came up to her with a wide cruel smirk. He took the initiative in pulling her lace panties down right to her bare feet exposing her beautifully shaped pussy. It was his casual demeanour that Simran found chilling.
‘Look, this is nothing personal, but it is a fantasy of all rich persons to see their wives have pleasure. All sorts of pleasure.’
‘W..what does that mean?’ Simran asked suddenly terrified.
‘Don’t be afraid.’ He said almost patronizingly. ‘I am sure you know how pretty you are. Surely this beauty needs to be shared with persons who are not as fortunate as he is.’ He said pointing towards Amit.
‘Please, please…….’ Simran burst into tears.
‘You somehow think that I want to hurt you. Not if you cooperate. You,’ he said addressing Amit. ‘Tell her to co-operate and enjoy; if you do not want to get seriously hurt.’
He was so much in command of the situation that he kept the revolver on one side and stepped out of his trouser. He wore no underwear and out sprang an uncircumcised cock that was surprisingly fair and well built. Simran had always imagined that the burglars were always the dark skinned ones but this was to her, even in that state of terror, a surprise. The head looked like a helmet, oozing white stuff that she knew had to be precum. It was the raw power behind it that truly frightened her.
‘Please don't do this to us. If it is money that you are after, we are prepared to let you have whatever you want.’Simran said. Simran's please seemed to have no effect on him, rather it seemed that he was getting a kick out of her discomfiture. Looking over at her husband, still in bondage, Simran was horrified to notice he was now recovering from the effects of the tranquillizer that he had smelt.
‘Please don’t force me to be rough with you. Surely you realize that I can get what I want by being nasty. If that is what you want, so be it. Should I start by breaking his teeth?’ he said in a matter of fact manner while proceeding to switch off the light. ‘It won’t do for others to wonder as to why the light in the room is on at this time of the night but the light that is coming in from your bedroom should keep us going nicely. Now, you well, what does a girl do when she sees a cock? Obviously sucks it. So do it. But wait, I think I need to do you a favour.’
The man knelt between her legs rubbing his own cock which had assumed a full throbbing erection by then. ‘That's nice, God I wish I had a camera at a time like this.’ He laughed quietly at the possible humiliation she would feel. Then he leaned in on her and with one hand squeezed her breasts. He took the other hand to his mouth and put one finger inside it. Once it was properly wet and dripping from his saliva he began sliding it in and out of Simran’s pussy. Just up to the knuckle to get her wet, but she was already wet and he worked in the whole finger and started fucking her with it the other hand teasing her nipples. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back trying to ignore what he was doing to her, but Amit could see Simran bite her lip and start to hump back. He worked in a second finger and got a bit more energetic and she turned her head left and the right taking deep breaths. When he started thumbing her clit at the same time she lost it. No longer could she control what her body was going through. Her chest heaved and both her husband and the intruder saw the ripples run down her abdomen with each contraction. Her thigh twitched and her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm. Before she could think, the man was leaning down on top of her. She could feel his hard-on against her belly and knew it would be inside soon. He worked it against her skin to get used to her body and began searching for her wet pussy. This was not the way she wanted this to happen. She had to stall him somehow.
‘Wait please, don't ... don't.’ was all she could come up with.
‘Do you mean you don't want me to fuck you? You must want to suck my cock first, right?’ He sat up and straddling her waist, leaned in and brought his cock up between Simran's mauled tits. He cupped a tit in each hand and very slowly ran his tongue over her nipples. Although she tried her best to prevent it but the nipples stood perfectly erect as they did when tremendously aroused. Seeing the response of the nipples, he laughed a slow laugh before taking them in between his teeth and biting them almost lovingly.
Seeing that this was again taking Simran to the heights of pleasure and ecstasy, he discontinued that and squeezed both the breasts together to wrap his cock and then started fucking the lovely groove thus formed. Simran didn't know what was going on but thought she should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way she was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes he opened her mouth with his two fingers and searched out her tongue. Her eyes were closed and when he shifted forward she did not see it until his cock was in her mouth. He held the same pace as with her tits and began fucking her face. Simran could not turn away, he held her in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into her throat. By way of reflex action, Simran opened her mouth in such a way that her teeth would not hurt the intruding cock; the lips were so positioned that they held the foreskin back while allowing the entry of the cock in the mouth. The realization dawned on her that he was using her pretty face as his little fuck toy. It was at that very moment that she opened her eyes and something struck her as very strange. The shaft that was going in and out of her mouth had a black mark at the root. This was what Lakshmi had told her about her husband.
Oh my God! The realization suddenly dawned on her and this was Lakshmi’s husband who was doing this to her. Lakshmi had always said that he was a nice man. Why, then?Oh, he was avenging the humiliation that Amit periodically heaped upon him! As the cock rammed into her mouth, she recalled the scene when she wanted to console him after Amit had hit Bhavdeep. She opened her eyes wider and peered into the eyes of the man. Even in the darkness she recognized those eyes. Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, Simran was shocked as his seed shot down her throat the sheer force of discharge rendering her incapable of doing anything else. She choked and tried to turn away but only after a substantial amount of cum had found its way down her throat. Surprisingly the taste was quite similar to the cum of her husband and not unpleasant. In a second he was back between her ripe tits and fucking them harder than before. Each thrust now ended with his sperm shot into her face. She kept her eyes closed and waited it out as Bhavdeep finished his needs.
‘Are you happy now? Can you get off me?’ Simran was glad it was over and she wanted to get out of there. Yes, what Bhavdeep had said was perhaps right. A man may want to imagine his wife having sex elsewhere but being violated in front of his own eyes while he sat there, tied and helpless! The only silver lining was that he had not hurt either Amit or her which he could very well have done had he wanted to.Bhavdeep had other ideas, however.
‘Thank you. That was very nice of you’ He slid back down but still held her pinned to the ground. As he massaged his cum into her breasts he kicked her legs open again and positioned himself between her knees.
‘I feel I owe you one,’ and he dove down into her pussy and immediately found her clit with his tongue. Simran tried to push him away but found her legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled her tits some more while the other began finger her cunt. She could not resist and her body's desperate instincts took over. She pulled him in with her thighs and her hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over her for the second time there was no resistance. Her hips humped his face like he had fucked hers. She couldn't tell if she was breathing until she heard her own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, she let him up for air. What Bhavdeep saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard.
Simran's young well-toned and shaped body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. Her skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. Her mouth, still showing his come on her lips was wide open, catching her breath. Her tits rose and fell with each inhale, her nipples still standing erect. Everywhere her skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm. As he moved his cock up to her pussy she offered no resistance. Simran lifted her knees and opened herself as much as possible to him. Neither much noticed as the head of his cock touched the moist lips of her pussy. They willingly gave way and the pussy walls eagerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of the cock as the foreskin rolled back with each shove. Bhavdeep would withdraw fully and again thrust his cock back into her so that a steady fucking rhythm was formed. Her body was so aroused and her pussy soaking wet that she took him in all the way, easily. Reaching back he hooked both knees with his elbows and folded her in half. She felt him drive deeper than before and she grabbed onto her own knees tight against her tits now and let him take her. With each thrust she felt her his pubic bone grind against hers She could also hear the clapping sound his testicles were making as they clapped against her perinium. Simran accepted this fuck with another man with quiet resilience. It surprised her that she had given in so easily, but she realized to her surprise and shame that it turned her on incredibly to be forced.
She came twice more beneath the body of Bhavdeep and then he rolled her onto her knees. On all fours he took her from behind, pulling her head back by her long hair and riding her like the animal in heat that she was. With his last desperate strokes he deposited his second load of cum into the sweet pussy of the lovely Mem Sahib, the first having been deposited in her mouth. What made it even harder was how her pussy was starting to adjust to this man's girth and she found her body was betraying her. As his hot rod banged continuously against her cervix, Simran began to feel her fear start to literally melt a way and a new feeling began to enthrall her. A loud moan of pleasure issued forth from deep within her throat and almost against her will, she began to thrust back as a flush began to creep up her fair cheeks. What was she doing? Here she was, raped and deflowered by a man who wasn't only foul but the husband of an employee, and she was starting to enjoy it! The man did not stay long to enjoy the drowsiness that takes hold of a man after good sex. As Simran lay he kissed/licked her concentrating on her full lips, the nipples, the inner thighs and finally the wet and oozing-with-cum pussy. He then proceeded to blindfold her also but in such a way that it would require just a minute or two for her to open it. By the time she did it, the intruder was gone.
‘I….. I am sorry, Amit.’ She said to Amit the next morning. In a way she was thankful that Amit had returned home drunk. Not only that the tranquilizer that had been given to him had made him drowsy and he had not seen his wife’s hips humping back thrust to thrust.
‘That is okay. What could you have done? Telling the police will serve no purpose whatsoever. My honour will be at stake. If only there was some way in which that man could be identified. Some way.’ Amit said speaking through clenched teeth.The servants of the household knew of the incident of last night and all of them were standing outside the house. There were gossips galore. Nobody knew exactly what had happened.
As Amit stormed out of the room, Lakshmi entered.‘Mem Sahib. Whatever has happened has happened. We are not interested in finding out what happened. But we are very happy that both of you have not been hurt. Sahib is so upset. Even Bhavdeep is angry. Mem Sahib, Sahib is right. If you can identify him, we can take care of him. Is that not so, Bhavdeep?’Simran lifted her head and saw Bhavdeep standing in the doorway. She was looking at him when he too lifted his head and their eyes met.
‘Mem Sahib, can you identify him. Anything about him that you may be remembering?’Lakshmi was carrying on.Still looking into Bhavdeep’s eyes, Simran shook her head. Simran was not sure but she thought she saw a playful smile on Bhavdeep’s lips just for a fraction of a second.
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As the train chugged into the station, Amit surged forward. There was a big crowd and he did not want to miss his sister-in-law Anju who was arriving from Delhi to spend a fortnight with them. Amit and Simran had been married for ten years and Anju was younger than Simran by ten years. Since Simran was 33 Anju was now 23.He reached the compartment in which Anju was supposed to be travelling. Due to the pressure of work, Amit had not attended a number of family functions due to which it had been almost four years since he had seen Anju.
As Anju alighted from the train, Amit stood transfixed. This girl had changed tremendously over the past four years. Anju was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a sleeveless crop top which left her stomach tantalizingly exposed. The jeans was buttoned about an inch below the navel and the belly button looked gorgeous. Her shapely and nail polished feet were encased in platform heeled sandals. A clip held her hair in place.
‘Hi Jiju.’ She said locking her arms around Amit’s neck. ‘ How are you? Where is Didi?’ she asked with childish impulsiveness. Amit had felt her well endowed young breast press against his chest. Gulping down the saliva that had formed in his throat he replied, ‘ It has been such a long time since I saw you. Didi is at home. Come.’ He said helping Anju in picking up the luggage.
Their house was not very far from the Railway Station. The car took barely ten minutes to deposit them there. As Anju ran inside, Amit could not but help thinking how incredibly sexy this child-woman had become.
‘Oh, didi, what has happened to your foot?’ Anju asked as she saw her sister in the bed with surgical cloth wrapped around her heel. ‘ And why didn’t you tell me?’
‘What benefit would that have done? As it is you were coming to visit us after so many days. And this is nothing serious, just a sprain. Will be okay within a day or two.’ Simran replied lovingly. ‘ It has been such a long time since I saw you. My! You have become really lovely.’
‘Become? Was I not lovely earlier?’ Anju laughed and stiffened on sensing the presence of a young man near her. He was about 25, with a height of about 5 feet 9 inches. However what surprised Anju was the respectful and servile manner in which he was standing.
‘Anju, this is Bhavu. He is the brother of Bhasu. Now who is Bhasu? Bhasu is the husband of our maid Lakshmi. Because of this sprain I have asked him to help me around the house.’
‘Can I take the suitcase to her room, Mem Sahib?’ Bhavu had a sonorous voice that had a unique charm. Anju just couldn’t believe that this young man was the brother in law of the maid.
‘He hardly looks the servant types.’ She said to Simran after Bhavu had left the room with the suitcase.
‘Yes. He has done a course of compoundership. Those people who help the doctors.’ Simran replied.
‘Compounder?’ Anju threw her head back and laughed. ‘I thought compounders had become extinct long time back. In this part of India they are still around? And Didi you have not even enquired about my trip to France.’
‘Oh yes, tell me how it was.’ Simran asked.
‘Absolutely wonderful. Gorgeous! And I have brought such lovely dresses,perfumes and nighties from there. I have brought things for you, Jiju and the kids as well.’ Anju said.
‘That is so sweet of you. But the train journey must have exhausted you. Have a bath and change. Bhavu, please show Anju to her room’ Simran said.
‘Okay.’ Anju said. With her sandals in hand, she followed Bhavu to her room. Somehow his presence was not unwelcome.
He kept her suitcase on a low table, and quietly left the room. Strange, she thought. This man is one of the taciturn types. Pushing the sandals under the bed, she unlocked her suitcase and was rummaging through the various items of clothing, when she picked up her head and saw Bhavu in the doorway. The way Anju was bent, the loose cloth of the crop top had fallen forward showing off a substantial portion of her ample cleavage.
‘Yes?’ she asked enquiringly.
‘Is there anything you want?’ he asked.
‘No, thank you.’ she smiled at him. He soon withdrew. What sort of a man is this she thought? He could have asked me this when he came to keep the suitcase. Anyway, she went to the bathroom and stripped. There was a full mirror there and Anju spent a considerable amount of time in admiring herself. She had always liked what she had seen in the mirror but over the past one year, she too had started loving the glow on her own body. Her breasts were what had received the maximum compliments from people during her recent trip to France with friends. Initially she had been hesitant to strip, but once she had done that, she thanked God for having done it. Fully round with not the slightest semblance of drooping, they were 34 C, capped by pinkish pert nipples which made most of the people think that she too was an European . Her pussy just below the flat stomach was mostly shaved but with a neatly trimmed triangle of hair on top. Her pussy lips were slightly off tone to the rest of her skin, having just a slight pinkish hue and somewhat puffy. Smooth, hairless, long legs and beautifully manicured feet. She opened the shower and watched as the nipples, suitably titillated by the jet of water stood completely erect. Anju felt aroused and soon directed the jets of water elsewhere. Suitably relaxed, she switched off the tap, patted herself dry with the towel and entered her room again. The France trip had made her quite comfortable with nudity. Keeping the towel on the chair, she chose panty and a nightie to wear. Though it was afternoon, she knew that she would be sleeping after lunch, so why indulge in unnecessary formalities?
‘Oh Anju, love. Please do me a favour.’ Simran called from her room. ‘There are certain clothes to be given for ironing. Bhavu has kept the clothes there. Since he is busy helping Lakshmi lay the lunch, please note down the items and number of clothes given.’
‘Sure.’ Anju said. She sat on the sofa with the pencil and copy. Since it was difficult to write that way, she kept her feet about a foot away from one another on the sofa while the knees were together and provided rest to the copy so as to enable her to write. In this angle, her panty was fully visible from the kitchen. Without her knowledge Bhavu was drinking in this lovely sight unable to believe his good luck while Anju kept writing blissfully unaware that the contours of her virgin pussy lips were visible. Bhavu stared hard to see the presence of any pubic hair but there was none. Bhavu was not the only one who saw this sight. Even Simran did but from her position she did not know that Bhavu could see what she was seeing. She thought of telling Anju but decided against it. After all it had been so long that Anju had last visited them. Moreover she was a young grown up girl. Such comments would only go to irritate her.
Once Anju’s work was over, she went to Simran. ‘ Thanks, love.’ Simran said. ‘That is a pretty nightie you have there. And this peach colour is my favourite’
‘This, Yes, it is nice. I have ones that are even more revealing. I was under the impression that only Lakshmi was working here. Now this boy, Bhavu…. That is why I wore this.’
‘That is thoughtful of you but Bhavu is a well behaved and good boy.’ Simran said .‘And yes, tomorrow I have to go to Bombay with your Jiju for a function of his office. His chairman is coming and I just have to be there.’
‘Didi, tomorrow Ashok is also coming.’ Anju said shyly.
‘Your fiancé?’ Simran was surprised. ‘ Now you are getting naughty. You called him here?’
‘No, didi. Tomorrow is the inauguration of a night club and that is owned by one of his close friends. He has insisted that I too go along. Will that be okay, Didi?’
‘Okay. But where will he stay?’ Simran was not too thrilled with the idea if a boy staying in the same house with Anju.
‘He has another friend with whom he will stay. I promise everything will be fine.’ Anju pleaded.
‘Okay. But we will leave in the morning. The house will be open. You can take whatever you like. The other car will be here. You should take Bhavu to drive the both of you. Your Jiju is very particular about driver being present. So even if Ashok drives, do take Bhavu. In case of a puncture or any other emergency.’
‘Thanks, Didi. Thanks a lot.’ Anju hugged Simran tightly.
Anju was so happy. Ashok was a person she liked a lot and at that age she did not know whether that was actually love. The trip to France had been an eye opener. People were so comfortable with nudity there. Seeing the matter-of-fact manner with which even full nudity was treated there, she too had got a number of such photographs clicked. There were ten of them; three of which showed off her body from the front, fully nude. Watching them always gave her a frisson of excitement. She again took out the envelope from the suitcase and again gave them a cursory glance.
Bhavu had in the meanwhile developed an erection. Even with his eyes closed, the sight of those silky smooth satin like legs, the pretty painted toes, the demure anklet and finally the ultimate: virgin pussy lips constrained by the cloth of the panty. Bhavu was resolute. He just had to find a way to see those lips and to give the lovely young lady an orgasm she would never forget even in a hurry.
The next morning, Simran and Amit left early in the morning. They said that while they would try to return by night, they could not promise that. Once the night club function was over, they would send the car the next day.
Ashok, Anju’s fiancé reached late in the afternoon. His train had got delayed. He too was almost as old as Bhavu. He was quite tall at 6 feet and had a stout body to go with his pleasant face.
‘Hi there.’ Anju said as she rushed to kiss him. ‘How have you been? I have been waiting so long for you. Bhavu, will you please pick up his suitcase?’
For Bhavu the morning had been very fruitful. Since Simran and Amit had left he got an opportunity to hang around the house under the pretext that if Anju needed anything he would be there. Anju too preferred to remain in the same nightie that she had worn. She took out a saree to be worn for the evening, pressed it and arranged all the cosmetics. Suddenly she seemed to realize that the pink/red color of the nail polish was not going with the silver colour of the saree. Bhavu couldn’t believe his luck when she again sat as she had done the previous day. Slowly and carefully she removed the nail polish from the toes. She appeared to be more relaxed and carried on small conversation with Bhavu. Bhavu himself wondered whether she knew that he could see her pussy lips as clearly as he could see her face. His erection had strained against the underwear so hard that he was afraid that the precum would start to show.
At around 6 in the evening, Anju and Ashok were ready to leave. Anju was looking much more ravishing than what she was looking in the day. Tastefully done make up, a lovely saree tied well below the belly button adorned with an appropriate shimmer, a halter neck blouse, exposing her back in all its majesty with a black beauty spot situated exactly where the bones formed a slight gorge, matching silver colored nail enamel that complimented the dainty anklets in her pretty ankles. For Bhavu it was a tremendous effort to be able to draw his gaze from her. The only thing that kept bothering him was the erection that refused to go down.
The inaugural ceremony was on in full swing when they reached there. All through the way as Bhavu drove, he could hear subdued laughter from the back seat that usually comes when a girl is being teased but is loving it at the same time and this made him squirm even more.
‘Bhavu, could you please stop the vehicle for a little while at this telephone booth? I have a telephone call to make?’ Ashok said to Bhavu.
As Bhavu was pulling up the vehicle, Anju said, ‘Why here? You can make the call from the house itself.’
‘Sure, I can but I would like to purchase a few cigarettes too and to tell my friend that I will be spending the night with him.’
Ashok got down from the car and as he was moving towards the telephone booth, he slipped on the steps leading to the counter and fell down. His head hit the pavement and a jet of blood squirted from just above his eyed lid. Anju and Bhavu were watching this and as the gravity of the situation struck Anju, she screamed. Bhavu however emerged from the car with lightning speed and with the help of a few passers by brought Ashok back into the car. A handkerchief kept the flow of blood in check. With Bhavu’s help, Ashok was led to Anju’s bedroom and he lay on the bed. Like an expert, Bhavu arranged for the antiseptic liquid and the bandage and in no time, the wound had been dressed and a proper bandage was in place. Since it was causing a lot of pain to Ashok, Bhavu prepared an injection and administered it to Ashok. Within no time, Ashok started feeling drowsy and soon sank into a deep slumber.
‘Thank you so much, Bhavu!’ Anju said holding his hand She was in tears. ‘You have been such a help.’
‘That is okay.I…….’ Bhavu did not complete the sentence.
‘What is it Bhavu? You have something in mind.’ Anju enquired.
‘It is okay. I think I’ll go.’
‘Just stay till I strip and get a shower.’ Anju said and went to the bathroom. Bhavu sat by the side of Ashok as he slept fitfully. From the bathroom he could hear the water cascading down Anju’s nude body and his cock was again straining at the cloth of his trousers. He was just wondering as to what should be his next step, when the telephone rang. The shrill voice cut through the otherwise silent house and lest it disturb Ashok, Anju came bounding out of the bathroom, wrapping her robe around her, as she ran to the phone her wet bare feet making virtually no noise.. She was still wet, her hair Bhavugling in her eyes, and the wetness causing the robe to cling to her sexy curves.
The sight was intoxicatingly hot. Anju’s light blue robe, though long enough, had split open below the waist, when she sat down. She perhaps didn’t realize it, and Bhavu was trying hard not to be caught staring.
Caught up in the phone conversation, her entire legs were showing, as the split robe had fallen easily along both sides of her long, well-toned legs. Bhavu was imagining himself kissing her smooth inner thighs.
In the moments that seemed to go on for a lifetime, he also determined that she had very smooth, freshly shaved legs, adorned by the silver anklets that had teased him so much during the course of the evening.
After what seemed an eternity the conversation was finally over. She looked at Bhavu and smiled. It was obvious that the bath had done a lot to relax her and she was her normal self again.
‘Just wait for a while. I’ll be back in a second.’ She smiled at Bhavu as she ran back to the bathroom. Anju was feeling very happy and relaxed somewhat akin to what one feels after a roller coaster ride. Ashok was okay and would be all right in a day or two. Bhavu had been absolutely wonderful. Anju decided to reward herself. Smiling to herself in the solitary confines of the bathroom, she took out a packet and slowly, almost lovingly unwrapped it. What emerged was a thick, long, smooth and shiny vibrator. It was about 9 inches long and it was jet black in colour.
At the base of the vibrator it had a small finger-like protrusion that was about 3 inches long. It curled back up the vibrator, and from the base there was a small wire coming out. It was a remote controlled vibrator and could be operated from within a range of 20 metres. Before doing anything more, she inserted both the batteries into the remote. With the vibrator in one hand and the remote in the other, she switched on the remote and jumped as the vibrator came to life. It had three speed limits and as Anju experimented with one limit after another, she felt herself becoming wet. God, such ingenuity! And all for the sake of feminine pleasure.
She got so taken away by her new toy that she completely forgot about the existence of Bhavu. Gingerly she touched the tip of the vibrator to her pussy lips and felt the cold impersonal touch of the vibrator. With just a little more pressure, it started sliding in, smoothly filling her up with a pleasant sensation. Suddenly it struck her that it would perhaps be a better idea if she let it remain there for a while .Motionless.
It was at this moment that the door bell rang. Cursing the visitor under her breath, Anju put on a pair of jeans taking care to ensure that the vibrator stayed in place and a loose top. Since the remote was in her hand, she casually left it on top of the television as she made her way to the door. The chime of the bell had disturbed the sleep of Ashok as well and he too appeared to be on the verge of waking up.
‘Bhavu, I think Ashok is waking up. Please go to his room and see if he needs anything.’ She said to Bhavu as she opened the door. Somehow she was feeling very charged erotically on talking to other people when they did not know that she had a vibrator tucked in the most secret of places.
The visitor was Mrs. Gupta. Simran had telephoned her to go and see whether Anju needed anything. A lady in her mid fifties, Mrs. Gupta always seemed eager for a chat and even before Anju could say thank you she had made her way in and had made herself comfortable on the sofa. Ashok was still recovering from the hangover and was not too pleased to find Bhavu in the room instead of Anju.
‘Where is Anju?’ he asked trying to focus on the things in the room.
‘Some visitor has come and she is attending to them.’ Bhavu replied.
‘Okay, put on the TV.’ Ashok said to Bhavu.
The TV set that Bhavu was used to handling did not have a remote; so Bhavu picked up the remote that was lying on the TV set and switched it. That was the very moment when Anju had handed over a glass of water to Mrs. Gupta and was just about to sit down, when she felt the vibrator come to life. The sensations of pleasure engulfed her and she could see the startled expression on Mrs. Gupta’s face.
‘What is that noise?’ she asked.
‘Something in the kitchen.’ She replied briefly and then crossed her legs. She wanted to tear off her clothes and more than anything else she wanted this lady to leave.
Mrs. Gupta asked her the details of the incident due to which Ashok had got injured. As Anju was replying to the best of her ability, she felt the vibrator’s speed go up to the next level. The pleasurable sensations were engulfing her with an intensity that had not been ever experienced before. Anju pulled her bare foot into her lap and started playing with her anklets. Anything to postpone the orgasm that was almost inevitable in the presence of her sister’s neighbour.
Ashok was getting irritated. What use was this guy if he could not even put on a TV! Bhavu was also sensing Ashok’s pique and he hurriedly put on another button which elevated the motion of the vibrator to the third and highest level.
Anju was squirming now and only a blind person would have been unable to see the expressions on her face. Mrs. Gupta thought that perhaps an evil spirit had overtaken the body of this girl and so she excused herself to leave. As Anju came to the door to see her off, the vibrator thankfully stopped. Anju did not know whether to be happy now that she could be more composed and normal, or to be cross at the sudden cessation of the pleasure.
‘I am so sorry that I could not attend to you. Actually at times I get a sudden attack of pain in my abdomen.’ Anju said.
‘Its okay, darling. Take rest.’ Mrs. Gupta said positively unconvinced.
Bhavu had found the correct TV remote finally and as Anju ran to the room ,she found Ashok seeing the TV still drowsy.
Anju went to the bathroom, virtually tore off the jeans and as she took out the vibrator saw that it was dripping with her juices. She took off the top as well and wore the towel gown that she had worn before. She looked into the mirror, brushed her hair to make herself presentable and emerged from the bathroom. Ashok had again fallen asleep thanks to the monotonous tone of the talks on the TV. Letting him sleep, she and Bhavu made their way to the drawing room. As they sat down, she smiled at Bhavu.
‘I have something to show you.’ Bhavu said hesitatingly.
‘What is it?’ Anju asked pleasantly. Bhavu handed her a photograph. It was the same photograph that had been clicked while she was in Paris and showed her full frontal nudity with all its minute detail. Anju was outraged.
‘How dare you? You have been rummaging among my things?’ she managed to sound angry despite the fact that she was feeling tremendously aroused..
‘Relax.’ Bhavu said. Surprisingly, seeing her anger had imbued him with tremendous calmness. ‘ Let me explain. Is it my fault that I have been born in a poor family. No! Well, then why should I be deprived of seeing pretty girls nude? I am not a bad person as you have just seen. It is so late; I could have left your fiance writhing in pain. Or perhaps I could have given your boyfriend an injection that would react with him. You would have to prove that I had given him an injection. You are beautiful; so why not let me see you in person and make love to you. Surely it would not be in your interest that many people get to see this photograph.’
‘Are you crazy? How is that possible. I have to remain a virgin till my wedding.’ Anju protested.
‘You females are your own enemies. How do you know that this so called boyfriend/ fiance of yours is a virgin? Okay, I won’t force you, but this robe is unnecessarily irritating me.’ Bhavu said in a flat tone.
Seeing that she really had no alternative and in her heart of hearts was not really too keen to protest, Anju put her hands to her robe and reluctantly started untying it. Bhavu leaned against the wall and stared with a leering grin on his face.
‘No closer, just looking, and just the breasts; OK?’ Anju was uneasy now not because she did not want to expose but because she was not very sure about Bhavu’s intentions.
’Come on, now. I have already seen them. Now I want to feel them.’
’But that's it, right. No more.’
’Sure Anju, whatever you say. Just a little pinch on the nips, but not hard. I
promise.’
Anju slowly untied the chord while backing up against the wall. Letting it hang open in front she put her hands on the chair behind her and took a deep breath. Bhavu approached and pulled apart the sides gently with both hands. Then he slid his hands under the collar and down her shoulders, pushing the robe off. Anju let her arms relax by her side and the shirt fell to the floor.
The sight was indeed breathtaking. Bhavu now took a deep breath and ran his finger along the edges of the coarse cloth to the center of her ample cleavage and down her flat tummy.
‘Nice pair of C's you got there, Anju, if I am not mistaken about the size ’ he said with a laugh and gave her left tit a squeeze, pinching the nipple . ‘Why don't we sit and get more comfortable?’
‘No, I'm fine here.’ But Anju let herself be pulled toward the bed in the bedroom where Ashok was sleeping. She stood quietly while Bhavu straightened the corners.
‘Please!’ she implored watching Ashok as he slept. ‘ Not here.’
Bhavu laughed. ‘ You mean to say that you don’t mind getting fucked elsewhere in the house.’
Anju turned red with shame and anger. ‘ I didn’t say that.’
‘Relax! Under the medication, he will sleep like a baby. And I think it is better that you come off from your high horse, if you don’t want your pretty picture in circulation.’
He lifted her chin and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. When she looked up at him he kissed her. Anju did not respond, not knowing how she should without encouraging him on. Bhavu just kissed her again, this time much harder pushing her onto her back on the blanket. Her hands came up to stop him but it was useless. Her right arm was pinned behind his back and he quickly caught her left and pinned it with his left above her head. She knew now that he could feel her fear. Both her hands were caught and his right hand was free to roam her body, which it did. While driving his tongue into her mouth, Bhavu worked Anju's tit over with his hands. Her nipples grew hard and tender and he broke off his kiss to pinch one between his teeth. His licking and sucking on her tits turned her light pink nipples a deep red. Anju was breathing heavy now and squirming under Bhavu trying to get away. At the same time her body was reacting to being pinned to the ground and manhandled. Her temperature was rising and her hips lifted. She was breathing in grunts as she tried to pull her hands free.
‘Okay, if you are so hoity toity about fucking, how about a little orals? No harm there certainly.’ Bhavu said.
She looked into his eyes and her defenses began to crumble. Was it ok she asked herself. Is oral sex cheating on your lover she questioned herself. She began to see Bhavu's point of view, she owed him and she knew it, but the very thought that she could allow this to happen began to make her angry. She was angry at circumstances for having placed her in this situation. It was apparent that it was Bhavu who had been continuously fiddling with the remote of the vibrator which had made her go delirious with pleasure .She was also mad at herself for not feeling revulsion towards him with the intensity as she should have felt. She knew in her heart that this was a mistake, that oral sex was perhaps cheating on her future husband. She was however unsure; undecided. His relentless kisses on her nipples had built up her passion .Her passion was battling her heart and her heart was losing.
’Alright I'll do it, but I want to set some things clear. It is just oral sex and I will do nothing to you. You will go down on me, but I will do nothing to you. Think of me as an empty shell. When it's over you will not talk about this with anybody and if I find out you did, I will accuse you of trying to rape me. Is that clear?’ she said sternly. He just wore a wide smile on his face and shook his head in agreement.
As Bhavu’s strong hands massaged her inner thighs she began to breathe heavier and moan silently. He pressed his nose right up against her pussy and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating to him, a mixture of femininity and animal lust, which caused his cock to strain his already overtaxed shorts. Anju had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as he continued to deeply inhale her fragrance .Slowly, with his hands on her thighs he clamped his mouth on the lips of her pussy over her thong panty. The presence of the thong had itself amused Bhavu. She had had the presence of mind to put on a panty before rushing out to answer the phone. She moaned deeply as she felt the gentle pressure of his mouth close on the slit . She moaned again as he moved his hands to her chest and began to play with her nipples.
He moved up further on the chair and began to lick her thong very deeply. She moaned with pleasure as she felt the satin thong get pushed deeper and deeper into the crevice. He reached over on the table and took hold of a pair of scissors and swiftly cut the string to her thong, and after he put them back, he removed it. There before him was the reward she had promised. He looked at it longingly . He gently bent down and inhaled her sex deeply, the musky scent driving him insane with lust and desire. His desire was taking control of him now. He wanted to taste her, to hear her squeal with pleasure, and so he did.
’Oh Bhavu,’ she cried as his tongue slid deeply into her dripping pussy. He began to explore every pocket of her sex, and savoring the taste along the way. He loved the way she tasted, the salty flavor coating his tongue and filling his mouth. Anju was moaning loudly and working her nipples faster and faster as Bhavu continued to feed from her. He made his way up to her clit and began to lightly bite and suck it as she ground her crotch into his face.
’Oh ,’ she cried as little waves of pleasure began to form inside of her. Inspired by her squeals of delight he began to suck on her for all he was worth. He darted his tongue inside of her faster and faster as she ground her sex into his face harder and harder.
She lay back on the chair with her eyes closed and chest heaving as Bhavu lapped up all of her juices. When she opened her eyes she was looking directly into his face and was aroused to see it covered in her juices. Without even knowing what she was doing, she reached out to kiss him and to taste her juices, but as she was going to kiss him she felt a new type of pressure on her pussy. The feel of something large being pushed up into her caused her to look down and gasp in horror as the head of Bhavu's cock began to slide into her ravaged pussy. ‘What the hell are you doing? Stop this right now! This wasn't part of the deal,’ she cried as he continued to penetrate her but in a way happy that all the arousal due to the vibrator was gradually reaching a finale.Relax, baby. It is just the head.’ Bhavu said coolly. His momentum was constant as he slowly thrust deep inside of her, stretching her sex and breaking her resolve with each centimeter. She bit her lip as she felt his erect cock invade her most intimate and secret place, and her will to stop him was rapidly draining away. ‘Bhavu, this is wrong! You know I love Ashok. Please stop….Oh God….stop now. Why don’t you understand? I may become pregnant.’ she moaned as his prick burrowed further into her. He made no verbal reply to her plea and his only response was to continue his invasion into her. She moaned deeply as she felt the breath of his manhood fill her virgin pussy to capacity; and felt her heart begin to race as their pubic bones finally met. He remained motionless inside of her for a moment, and gradually as her will was all but gone, began to slowly move in and out.
Bhavu….Oh …Please stop . I need you…to stop…..oh God Bhavu," she made a half hearted protest as he began to pick up the pace and slam into her harder. He made no attempt to stop, but moved his hands down to her hips and began to pump even harder. Anju tried as best she could to resist the passion burning in her loins and the desire swelling in her heart but she could no longer keep up the battle, and as desire took hold, her body began to fuck him back.
Inspired by her reaction he began to thrust her harder and harder, each time bring his cock full out and then thrusting into her with all his strength. She reached up and pulled his face to hers, and with her tongue in his mouth, tasted her juices. He moved his hands up to her breasts, and pushing them together, began to lick and gently bite each nipple. Anju pulled herself up against him as hard as she could and began to kiss his earlobes and lick his neck, as he continued to piston himself into her.
Suddenly with the sound of a plonk, Bhavu withdrew his cock. ‘Well, I got carried away. I am sorry. But now that both of us are aroused, well, why don’t you return the favour.?’ Bhavu said.
Anju felt angry and cheated. This was tease and blackmail at its worst. He had started fucking her much against her will and just as she was reaching the orgasm, had withdrawn the cock.
Seeing the look on her face, Bhavu laughed. ‘You want me to carry on fucking you? Enjoying it? Be honest.’
Anju kept quiet but, she turned around, lightly kissed him on the mouth then slowly kneeling down in front of him, took him into her mouth.
‘Oh God Anju,’ he cried as she slowly pumped him in and out of her luscious mouth. Her beautiful pale blue eyes never left his as her tempo began to go faster and faster. He just stared down into her eyes and moaned softly as he watched her red full lips wrapped around his cock.
’Oh God baby….Oh your so good Anju…oh my God ,’ he cried as she continued to pound him into her throat. Anju was pumping with all of her strength now, all of her love, all of her pain, and all of her emotions were now victims of her desire. She was feeling him begin to tighten inside of her mouth, and began to pound him even harder as his moans grew louder.
‘Oh Anju,’ he cried as he exploded and shot stream after stream of his seed into her mouth. She felt the first blast, and quickly stroked his cock, holding her head still. Several jets of his hot cum hit the back of her mouth. Bhavu felt her busy tongue and cheek muscles were trying to accept the creamy discharge and obviously relishing it.
There was cum, running out of her mouth and onto her lips and hand. She pumped continually, swallowing most of what Bhavu had to offer. She clamped her mouth down harder around his cock and swallowed every drop until he was dry. As she continued to softly stroke him first with her hands and then with her tongue, she was amazed to feel him begin to get hard again. Suddenly he stopped her and pulled her up to him. He lovingly suckled from one of her nipples as he slowly turned her around and said ‘I want you from behind baby.’ Anju moaned deeply as he tightly cupped her breasts and slowly slid his cock into her aching pussy from behind.
’Oh God Bhavu,’ she cried as she felt him thrust up deep inside of her. She moved her hands and braced herself of the edge of the desk, and as he continued to thrust into her, began to push herself back against him to meet his thrust. Bhavu moved his hands down to her lovely hips and grabbing on, began to pound harder.
Bhavu was finding it hard to believe that he was actually fucking Anju, the younger sister of Mem Sahib and that she was also co operating so willingly.
’Oh Anju…. This is sheer heaven ,’ he said as he continued to pound into her. She was forcing herself back against him as hard as she could, and each time felt his cock go higher and higher into her. All this while she would once in a while watch Ashok as he slept like a baby blissfully unaware that his fiancé was having sexual pleasure the like of which he had never even thought of providing her before tying the knot . She was not making love with this man, he was fucking her but the sheer pleasure was ensuring that she was not feeling violated at all. This was the outcome of sheer desire for people of the opposite sexes.
’Oh Anju…Ashok is one lucky guy….you are so fucking good,’ Bhavu said as she continued to slam into her. She turned around, and staring at him through lust covered eyes said ‘Forget Ashok.’
These words increased Bhavu’s pace manifold. Harder and harder he slammed her almost lifting her off the floor with his thrust. She felt the waves of pleasure building up in her now and began to slam her perfect ass against him harder and harder.
’Oh…Bhavu’ she screamed as she pushed herself against him as hard as possible and felt her pleasure explode deep inside of her. Bhavu grabbed onto her waist and pulled her tightly towards him as his pleasure began to build.
’Oh Anju,’ he cried as he gushed deep inside of her. He pulled her close to him and held her tight, with his cock still buried deep inside of her. as his pleasure subsided. They released and kissed each other tenderly as their sweat covered bodies began to dry in the cool night air.
‘Do me a favour please.’ Bhavu said as he was leaving. ‘I will come tomorrow morning to change his bandage and I would like to see you in that blue robe.’
‘Sure.’ Anju said as she offered him her perky and very red nipples before he left.
As Bhavu was entering the house next morning, he heard Anju talking on the telephone. ‘ It is okay. Didi. Yes, it is true that it was a ghastly cut but Bhavu took good care of it. It is fine now. Yes, Ashok is sleeping still. You continue with your programme and come tomorrow morning. Okay bye. Love you.’
As requested by Bhavu, she was indeed wearing nothing but the blue robe. There was a glow on her face; perhaps a pointer to the heights of pleasure scaled the previous night.
‘Oh hello!’ Anju said chirpily. Bhavu was apprehensive lest she be nursing a grouse.
‘ You are so naughty. Cut off my panty last night. You could have removed it but no patience you have.’ She chided him with mock anger. ‘Tell me, if Ashok is again not able to sleep tonight due to whatever reason, can you give him another injection, so that he can sleep as he did last night.’ Anju said standing on her toes so that she could peer naughtily into Bhavu’s eyes.
However when her maid servant Lakshmi had once mentioned that she too had lived in Kerala and had picked up that art, Simran decided that the time had come to indulge in what she had been wanting to do for so long. For the lady to be seen nude by a maid servant was, well, natural. The only thing was the initial hesitation because till now Simran had only been topless in front of Lakshmi and that too only once. The admiration that was reflected in Lakshmi’s eyes at that time was not lost on Simran. So when she broached the topic of getting herself massaged by Lakshmi, her response was more than enthusiastic.
Lakshmi and her husband Bhavdeep had been with them for almost one year. While Bhavdeep worked as a driver, Lakshmi looked after the kitchen and whatever sundry work was assigned to her. Lakshmi was dark and in her early thirties whereas Bhavdeep, though of a similar age was fairer and looked slightly younger. In fact so fair was his complexion that an ignorant visitor could have been excused for assuming that he was a member of the family.
At 26, Simran had a body that would give many established models a run for their money. Generous and firm 34 B size breasts complimented her 5 feet 7 inches body that was tall by Indian standards. Before stepping out from the dressing room she permitted herself some vanity and admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small aerola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and the nail polished bare feet. There was a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, that was situated at the top of her right thigh. It had been a matter of some consolation to Simran that the mark was situated so high that it would be visible only if she went nude and the chances of that were remote. Her nude body was a sight that could have stopped anyone in his tracks. A light golden chain in the neck, appropriately designed bangles on her wrists and a cute pair of anklets only served to accentuate her well toned body.
A suitable mat had been spread on the floor. Lakshmi had locked the door and was waiting for Simran with a bottle of oil in her hand. This bottle had been purchased by Simran herself with the fond hope that someday she would be making use of it. That day had finally arrived.
She finally took a deep breath and stepped out of the dressing room. She was feeling very self conscious but had braced herself by telling her own self that if she wanted a massage she had to strip, so it was best to act confident. As Lakshmi saw her Mem Sahib nude for the first time, she just stood mesmerised. If she had found Simran to be beautiful from above the waist, she was absolutely gorgeous from below the waist. Lakshmi also noted that Simran had recently got her belly button pierced and a dainty golden ring there, despite its small size was arousing tremendous passion in whosoever beheld that sight. Lakshmi was fully aware of the employer/employee relations between herself and Simran but she couldn’t help thinking that if the sight of Simran’s nude body could have such a powerful impact on her, what impact would it have on a male?
Simran acted nonchalant as if this was not at all a big deal for her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and lay there ready for Lakshmi to start. The first touch made her jump but she soon relaxed as Lakshmi poured warm oil over her back. The smoothing of the oil on her body was delicious, the firm yet soft hands soothing her, first her shoulders, arms then lower back and when her buttocks trembled slightly under Lakshmi’s touch she felt a sense of letting go... almost a submission to her maid.
‘Mem Sahib. may I say something?’ Lakshmi asked.
‘Yes.’ Simran answered.
‘You are very beautiful.’ Lakshmi said in a husky tone. After all, it was not everyday that one got to work with a beautiful lady and it was even rarer to see her nude.
‘Hmm.’she mumbled not knowing how exactly to respond to a compliment being paid by a maid.
‘Mem Sahib. You are so hairless here. Just this little line of vertical hair looks very pretty.’ Lakshmi carried on pointing to Simran’s shaped pussy with her eyebrows. ‘Sahib must be very happy to see you that you put in so much effort to give it such a proper shape.’
Simran felt that the most appropriate response would be to keep quiet. She felt that Lakshmi was overstepping her limits but the compliments were such that she was actually enjoying listening to them. Her legs and feet were coated with the oil and Simran's body felt so relaxed....so out of her control... that when Lakshmi parted her legs to coat her inner thighs, she moaned softly and felt a familiar wetness beginning to form in her most sensitive spot between her thighs.
‘Mem Sahib. This dark spot that you have right here is very beautiful’ Lakshmi said running her slick fingers over the smooth skin on the inner thigh. Simran knew that in the state of nudity,the spot would be so visible that it would definitely be noticed. ‘Even Bhavdeep has a similar spot.’ Lakshmi continued.
‘Where?’ Simran asked sleepily and regretted it almost immediately. The massage had had a twin impact on her: she had started feeling drowsy and aroused at the same time.
‘Very close to where you have it. It is long and carries on upto where his……. starts.’ Lakshmi said blushing furiously.
Even Simran was blushing. It felt odd to be discussing birthmarks of the maid’s husband situated in private parts. Despite that she felt a tingling in the lips of her pussy and immediately dismissed all erotic thoughts. How could she feel aroused thinking about a maid’s husband?
For a moment the feeling of embarrassment persisted and then faded away. So she relaxed, not bothering to close her legs when Lakshmi had coated them and, with the oil on her body, she couldn't tell what was oil and what was her body's reaction to the hands that stroked her. However, she dreamily thought that it was good that Lakshmi is so adept at her job and it was such a pleasure to be treated like a queen. Lakshmi smiled down at Simran's naked body lying on the table before her and admired the gleaming skin. It had shades of a beautiful golden brown all over except for the pink undersides of her feet.
Everything appeared to be going dreamily when Simran heard loud noises outside. What on earth could have been going on, she wondered. The voices were that of her husband and he appeared to be very angry.
‘Lakhmi, I must go and see. Amit appears to be very upset.’ Simran said.
‘Okay, Mem Sahib. As you say.’ Lakshmi said winding up the massage by rubbing the remaining oil in Simran’s body by gently pulling her buttock cheeks apart and rubbing her oily fingers in the crack. For a fraction of a second they lingered on teasingly at the entry of her ass and then it was over.
Simran hurriedly put on the gown that she had discarded over her body and emerged from the room. She was quite perturbed and it did not bother her that her ample cleavage could be seen. With Lakshmi close on her heels she proceeded towards the place from where the voice was emanating and were just in time to hear the sound of a resounding slap. Both Simran and Lakshmi were aghast to see that the recipient of the slap was none other than Lakshmi’s husband Bhavdeep.
‘What is going on here?’ Simran asked no one in particular.
‘Ask this man. He is so thankless. We have employed both of them. Not only is he not sincere he answers back.’ Amit bellowed.
Bhavdeep stood transfixed to the ground and did not utter a single word.
‘Whatever the case may be you should learn to keep your temper under control.’ Simran spoke to her husband. She somehow felt bad at this crass display of crude power by her husband and that too in front of Lakshmi. What would a wife feel when she saw her husband being slapped!
‘I am fed up. You also lecture me.’ Amit spoke in an exasperated tone and marched out of the room.
Simran felt like consoling Bhavdeep and just as she approached him, she became conscious that her robe had just been tied with a cord and that under the robe she was completely nude. Her bare legs could be seen through the slit in the gown just as her cleavage. As she was becoming conscious of her state and was contemplating withdrawing, her eyes met that of Bhavdeep. She expected to find a feeling of hurt; instead she found a lusty feeling, a desire that was at the same time scary and endearing. By way of reflex action, Simran looked down at her feet and turning around swiftly walked to the privacy of her room. Somehow she felt a trifle disturbed. What disturbed her even more was that she did not feel contempt for the husband of her maid. This is preposterous, she told herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was glowing from the massage and it was hardly Bhavdeep’s fault that he had forgotten all about the insults heaped on him by her husband. Simran shuddered, and peeled off the gown over her slender shoulders. For a while she looked at her bare self in the mirror. As she saw her own birthmark hidden so tastefully by nature, she recalled what Lakshmi had told her about a similar mark’s existence on Bhavdeep’s cock. Even within the solitary confines of her room, Simran blushed and went to the bathroom for a shower.
That night Amit returned very late and was too tired and drunk to do anything. Simran wanted to speak to him but found that there was no point in trying. She expected Lakshmi to be sulking the next day but was pleasantly surprised to find that she was present in the house, in time. Simran was wearing the same gown that she had worn the previous evening. It was a gown that she was very fond of and although her mother-in-law had once or twice made disparaging comments about the fact that it revealed more than it hid, it was still a favourite of Simran.
‘I am sorry about yesterday.’she said in a small voice.
‘Why, Mem Sahib?’ Lakshmi appeared to be quite normal.
‘I mean Amit did not really behave the way he should have.’ Simran elaborated.
‘Oh, that. It is okay Mem Sahib. Bhavdeep is a very nice person. He likes Sahib a lot.’ Lakshmi said. ‘And you too.’ She added.
‘What?’ Simran was surprised.
‘Nothing, Mem Sahib. And you won’t believe what happened. At night, I told him that you are really beautiful and that you too have a birth mark like he does. He asked me how did I know and I told him that I had massaged you, that was how.’ Lakshmi said excitedly.
‘You told him that you had seen me nude?’ Simran was aghast.
‘Yes, Mem Sahib. What is wrong? I am a woman and I thought that it was perfectly okay to tell him that I had seen you nude. Did I do something wrong?’ Lakshmi asked innocently.
Simran did not know as to how to explain things to Lakshmi. First she goes and tells her husband that she has seen Mem Sahib nude, then she also tells him that he and Mem Sahib have a similar birthmark and that too in their private parts.
‘Nothing wrong. But what is the need to say such things?’ Simran said absent mindedly.
The day passed uneventfully. Amit was grumpy all throughout. He hardly had anything for breakfast and was busy throughout the day. He had taken another driver and Bhavdeep was left behind. Lakshmi too therefore went early but returned after two hours saying that since Bhavdeep had gone away because of some important work, she did not know what to do.
That night Simran wanted to please Amit, so she put on her sexiest nightie. It was a peach coloured one brought by Amit from one of his sojourns abroad. She applied erotic perfume on her pussy and underarms and on the back of her knees before wearing a diaphanous bra and G string panty which left little for the viewer’s imagination. She put on a dainty pair of silver anklets which were just right for a nice round of lovemaking, subtle enough to highlight Simran’s feminity. Tastefully applied nailpolish on her toes and hands made her look absolutely ravishing.
Amit did arrive at around 11 at night. He had to attend a party with some colleagues and did not appear to be in the best mood. However seeing his wife in such a lovely attire did lift his spirits a little. He went to the bathroom for a shower and by the time he returned, Simran had slid between the cold and crisp white sheets in anticipation of what should have followed.
Just as Amit was easing himself into the bed there was a sound from the drawing room. This appeared to be strange. The servants lived in the outhouse and there was no reason for anybody’s presence in the house. It could perhaps have been a cat or a mouse. This suspense lasted for barely a minute when Simran was appalled to see a well built man in a mask intruding into the bedroom. Simran was almost nude but thankfully in the bed. The mask was black in colour and hid the entire face except for the eyes and the lips. He was armed with a revolver.
‘Come to the drawing room. Both of you.’ He said, his voice a menacing whisper.
‘I, well……….’ Simran stammered.
‘Out of the bed. Now.’ he said, his voice absolutely cold. Simran looked at Amit but he offered no advice. Not because he didn’t want to but he did not appear to be in a position to do so. Seeing that there was absolutely no alternative, Simran got out of the bed and saw the pupils of the intruder’s eyes widen as they drank in the sight of her body through the transparent nightie. Somehow they did not seem to be unfamiliar. Neither Amit nor Simran had any choice; so they meekly followed him, both of them too scared to do anything but obey. The fear in the living room was thick and palpable as Amit was made to sit meekly on a straight chair. Amit tried to assert himself but after a hectic day and the liberal pegs of whiskey he was in no position to take on the intruder. He was tied down firmly with a plastic rope brought by the intruder who also slammed down a handkerchief suffused with something on Amit’s mouth which made him even more drowsy within no time. The intruder had obviously done his homework. What exactly he had in mind was beyond Simran. She was however feeling very awkward at being so scantily clad in front of the man.
‘Now take this nightie off nice and slow. Please’ The man’s voice was a whisper. Simran bit her lip as she looked over at her husband and knew she had very little choice in the matter so she hesitantly took off her necklace Amit given her as a birthday present and dropped it on the floor.
‘I'll do whatever you say if you let us go and promise not to hurt me or my husband,’ Simran said, tears falling down her cheeks.
‘Come on, please be quick. We assure you that if you behave you won’t be hurt.!’ The man commanded, his eyes blazing with lust. Simran felt her face flush self-conciously as she tentatively, almost seductively, took her beautiful nightie off. The hungry look in his eyes made her try to cover her glorious bra-covered C-sized breasts, but thought better of it and pulled them away and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor. Her breasts felt nice and free in the open air and her brownish nipples were hard, like bullets from the fear and cold. One thing many guys found attractive about her was the fact her breasts stuck out and didn't bounce as much as most women's did. The only problem was most people that had seen her breasts (which wasn't very many, only other girls), thought that this meant that she undergone some expensive surgery, which wasn't true. As Simran stepped out of the nightie leaving it crumpled on the floor, she felt an odd sensation enter her body. She couldn't describe it beyond knowing that this man, besides her husband, was perhaps the only one who was seeing her virtually nude.
‘I did what you said. Please take what you want and let us be.’ Simran said, afraid that he would force her to take her panties off as well.
‘Not quite yet,’ The man said as he came up to her with a wide cruel smirk. He took the initiative in pulling her lace panties down right to her bare feet exposing her beautifully shaped pussy. It was his casual demeanour that Simran found chilling.
‘Look, this is nothing personal, but it is a fantasy of all rich persons to see their wives have pleasure. All sorts of pleasure.’
‘W..what does that mean?’ Simran asked suddenly terrified.
‘Don’t be afraid.’ He said almost patronizingly. ‘I am sure you know how pretty you are. Surely this beauty needs to be shared with persons who are not as fortunate as he is.’ He said pointing towards Amit.
‘Please, please…….’ Simran burst into tears.
‘You somehow think that I want to hurt you. Not if you cooperate. You,’ he said addressing Amit. ‘Tell her to co-operate and enjoy; if you do not want to get seriously hurt.’
He was so much in command of the situation that he kept the revolver on one side and stepped out of his trouser. He wore no underwear and out sprang an uncircumcised cock that was surprisingly fair and well built. Simran had always imagined that the burglars were always the dark skinned ones but this was to her, even in that state of terror, a surprise. The head looked like a helmet, oozing white stuff that she knew had to be precum. It was the raw power behind it that truly frightened her.
‘Please don't do this to us. If it is money that you are after, we are prepared to let you have whatever you want.’Simran said. Simran's please seemed to have no effect on him, rather it seemed that he was getting a kick out of her discomfiture. Looking over at her husband, still in bondage, Simran was horrified to notice he was now recovering from the effects of the tranquillizer that he had smelt.
‘Please don’t force me to be rough with you. Surely you realize that I can get what I want by being nasty. If that is what you want, so be it. Should I start by breaking his teeth?’ he said in a matter of fact manner while proceeding to switch off the light. ‘It won’t do for others to wonder as to why the light in the room is on at this time of the night but the light that is coming in from your bedroom should keep us going nicely. Now, you well, what does a girl do when she sees a cock? Obviously sucks it. So do it. But wait, I think I need to do you a favour.’
The man knelt between her legs rubbing his own cock which had assumed a full throbbing erection by then. ‘That's nice, God I wish I had a camera at a time like this.’ He laughed quietly at the possible humiliation she would feel. Then he leaned in on her and with one hand squeezed her breasts. He took the other hand to his mouth and put one finger inside it. Once it was properly wet and dripping from his saliva he began sliding it in and out of Simran’s pussy. Just up to the knuckle to get her wet, but she was already wet and he worked in the whole finger and started fucking her with it the other hand teasing her nipples. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back trying to ignore what he was doing to her, but Amit could see Simran bite her lip and start to hump back. He worked in a second finger and got a bit more energetic and she turned her head left and the right taking deep breaths. When he started thumbing her clit at the same time she lost it. No longer could she control what her body was going through. Her chest heaved and both her husband and the intruder saw the ripples run down her abdomen with each contraction. Her thigh twitched and her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm. Before she could think, the man was leaning down on top of her. She could feel his hard-on against her belly and knew it would be inside soon. He worked it against her skin to get used to her body and began searching for her wet pussy. This was not the way she wanted this to happen. She had to stall him somehow.
‘Wait please, don't ... don't.’ was all she could come up with.
‘Do you mean you don't want me to fuck you? You must want to suck my cock first, right?’ He sat up and straddling her waist, leaned in and brought his cock up between Simran's mauled tits. He cupped a tit in each hand and very slowly ran his tongue over her nipples. Although she tried her best to prevent it but the nipples stood perfectly erect as they did when tremendously aroused. Seeing the response of the nipples, he laughed a slow laugh before taking them in between his teeth and biting them almost lovingly.
Seeing that this was again taking Simran to the heights of pleasure and ecstasy, he discontinued that and squeezed both the breasts together to wrap his cock and then started fucking the lovely groove thus formed. Simran didn't know what was going on but thought she should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way she was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes he opened her mouth with his two fingers and searched out her tongue. Her eyes were closed and when he shifted forward she did not see it until his cock was in her mouth. He held the same pace as with her tits and began fucking her face. Simran could not turn away, he held her in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into her throat. By way of reflex action, Simran opened her mouth in such a way that her teeth would not hurt the intruding cock; the lips were so positioned that they held the foreskin back while allowing the entry of the cock in the mouth. The realization dawned on her that he was using her pretty face as his little fuck toy. It was at that very moment that she opened her eyes and something struck her as very strange. The shaft that was going in and out of her mouth had a black mark at the root. This was what Lakshmi had told her about her husband.
Oh my God! The realization suddenly dawned on her and this was Lakshmi’s husband who was doing this to her. Lakshmi had always said that he was a nice man. Why, then?Oh, he was avenging the humiliation that Amit periodically heaped upon him! As the cock rammed into her mouth, she recalled the scene when she wanted to console him after Amit had hit Bhavdeep. She opened her eyes wider and peered into the eyes of the man. Even in the darkness she recognized those eyes. Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, Simran was shocked as his seed shot down her throat the sheer force of discharge rendering her incapable of doing anything else. She choked and tried to turn away but only after a substantial amount of cum had found its way down her throat. Surprisingly the taste was quite similar to the cum of her husband and not unpleasant. In a second he was back between her ripe tits and fucking them harder than before. Each thrust now ended with his sperm shot into her face. She kept her eyes closed and waited it out as Bhavdeep finished his needs.
‘Are you happy now? Can you get off me?’ Simran was glad it was over and she wanted to get out of there. Yes, what Bhavdeep had said was perhaps right. A man may want to imagine his wife having sex elsewhere but being violated in front of his own eyes while he sat there, tied and helpless! The only silver lining was that he had not hurt either Amit or her which he could very well have done had he wanted to.Bhavdeep had other ideas, however.
‘Thank you. That was very nice of you’ He slid back down but still held her pinned to the ground. As he massaged his cum into her breasts he kicked her legs open again and positioned himself between her knees.
‘I feel I owe you one,’ and he dove down into her pussy and immediately found her clit with his tongue. Simran tried to push him away but found her legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled her tits some more while the other began finger her cunt. She could not resist and her body's desperate instincts took over. She pulled him in with her thighs and her hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over her for the second time there was no resistance. Her hips humped his face like he had fucked hers. She couldn't tell if she was breathing until she heard her own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, she let him up for air. What Bhavdeep saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard.
Simran's young well-toned and shaped body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. Her skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. Her mouth, still showing his come on her lips was wide open, catching her breath. Her tits rose and fell with each inhale, her nipples still standing erect. Everywhere her skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm. As he moved his cock up to her pussy she offered no resistance. Simran lifted her knees and opened herself as much as possible to him. Neither much noticed as the head of his cock touched the moist lips of her pussy. They willingly gave way and the pussy walls eagerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of the cock as the foreskin rolled back with each shove. Bhavdeep would withdraw fully and again thrust his cock back into her so that a steady fucking rhythm was formed. Her body was so aroused and her pussy soaking wet that she took him in all the way, easily. Reaching back he hooked both knees with his elbows and folded her in half. She felt him drive deeper than before and she grabbed onto her own knees tight against her tits now and let him take her. With each thrust she felt her his pubic bone grind against hers She could also hear the clapping sound his testicles were making as they clapped against her perinium. Simran accepted this fuck with another man with quiet resilience. It surprised her that she had given in so easily, but she realized to her surprise and shame that it turned her on incredibly to be forced.
She came twice more beneath the body of Bhavdeep and then he rolled her onto her knees. On all fours he took her from behind, pulling her head back by her long hair and riding her like the animal in heat that she was. With his last desperate strokes he deposited his second load of cum into the sweet pussy of the lovely Mem Sahib, the first having been deposited in her mouth. What made it even harder was how her pussy was starting to adjust to this man's girth and she found her body was betraying her. As his hot rod banged continuously against her cervix, Simran began to feel her fear start to literally melt a way and a new feeling began to enthrall her. A loud moan of pleasure issued forth from deep within her throat and almost against her will, she began to thrust back as a flush began to creep up her fair cheeks. What was she doing? Here she was, raped and deflowered by a man who wasn't only foul but the husband of an employee, and she was starting to enjoy it! The man did not stay long to enjoy the drowsiness that takes hold of a man after good sex. As Simran lay he kissed/licked her concentrating on her full lips, the nipples, the inner thighs and finally the wet and oozing-with-cum pussy. He then proceeded to blindfold her also but in such a way that it would require just a minute or two for her to open it. By the time she did it, the intruder was gone.
‘I….. I am sorry, Amit.’ She said to Amit the next morning. In a way she was thankful that Amit had returned home drunk. Not only that the tranquilizer that had been given to him had made him drowsy and he had not seen his wife’s hips humping back thrust to thrust.
‘That is okay. What could you have done? Telling the police will serve no purpose whatsoever. My honour will be at stake. If only there was some way in which that man could be identified. Some way.’ Amit said speaking through clenched teeth.The servants of the household knew of the incident of last night and all of them were standing outside the house. There were gossips galore. Nobody knew exactly what had happened.
As Amit stormed out of the room, Lakshmi entered.‘Mem Sahib. Whatever has happened has happened. We are not interested in finding out what happened. But we are very happy that both of you have not been hurt. Sahib is so upset. Even Bhavdeep is angry. Mem Sahib, Sahib is right. If you can identify him, we can take care of him. Is that not so, Bhavdeep?’Simran lifted her head and saw Bhavdeep standing in the doorway. She was looking at him when he too lifted his head and their eyes met.
‘Mem Sahib, can you identify him. Anything about him that you may be remembering?’Lakshmi was carrying on.Still looking into Bhavdeep’s eyes, Simran shook her head. Simran was not sure but she thought she saw a playful smile on Bhavdeep’s lips just for a fraction of a second.
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As the train chugged into the station, Amit surged forward. There was a big crowd and he did not want to miss his sister-in-law Anju who was arriving from Delhi to spend a fortnight with them. Amit and Simran had been married for ten years and Anju was younger than Simran by ten years. Since Simran was 33 Anju was now 23.He reached the compartment in which Anju was supposed to be travelling. Due to the pressure of work, Amit had not attended a number of family functions due to which it had been almost four years since he had seen Anju.
As Anju alighted from the train, Amit stood transfixed. This girl had changed tremendously over the past four years. Anju was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a sleeveless crop top which left her stomach tantalizingly exposed. The jeans was buttoned about an inch below the navel and the belly button looked gorgeous. Her shapely and nail polished feet were encased in platform heeled sandals. A clip held her hair in place.
‘Hi Jiju.’ She said locking her arms around Amit’s neck. ‘ How are you? Where is Didi?’ she asked with childish impulsiveness. Amit had felt her well endowed young breast press against his chest. Gulping down the saliva that had formed in his throat he replied, ‘ It has been such a long time since I saw you. Didi is at home. Come.’ He said helping Anju in picking up the luggage.
Their house was not very far from the Railway Station. The car took barely ten minutes to deposit them there. As Anju ran inside, Amit could not but help thinking how incredibly sexy this child-woman had become.
‘Oh, didi, what has happened to your foot?’ Anju asked as she saw her sister in the bed with surgical cloth wrapped around her heel. ‘ And why didn’t you tell me?’
‘What benefit would that have done? As it is you were coming to visit us after so many days. And this is nothing serious, just a sprain. Will be okay within a day or two.’ Simran replied lovingly. ‘ It has been such a long time since I saw you. My! You have become really lovely.’
‘Become? Was I not lovely earlier?’ Anju laughed and stiffened on sensing the presence of a young man near her. He was about 25, with a height of about 5 feet 9 inches. However what surprised Anju was the respectful and servile manner in which he was standing.
‘Anju, this is Bhavu. He is the brother of Bhasu. Now who is Bhasu? Bhasu is the husband of our maid Lakshmi. Because of this sprain I have asked him to help me around the house.’
‘Can I take the suitcase to her room, Mem Sahib?’ Bhavu had a sonorous voice that had a unique charm. Anju just couldn’t believe that this young man was the brother in law of the maid.
‘He hardly looks the servant types.’ She said to Simran after Bhavu had left the room with the suitcase.
‘Yes. He has done a course of compoundership. Those people who help the doctors.’ Simran replied.
‘Compounder?’ Anju threw her head back and laughed. ‘I thought compounders had become extinct long time back. In this part of India they are still around? And Didi you have not even enquired about my trip to France.’
‘Oh yes, tell me how it was.’ Simran asked.
‘Absolutely wonderful. Gorgeous! And I have brought such lovely dresses,perfumes and nighties from there. I have brought things for you, Jiju and the kids as well.’ Anju said.
‘That is so sweet of you. But the train journey must have exhausted you. Have a bath and change. Bhavu, please show Anju to her room’ Simran said.
‘Okay.’ Anju said. With her sandals in hand, she followed Bhavu to her room. Somehow his presence was not unwelcome.
He kept her suitcase on a low table, and quietly left the room. Strange, she thought. This man is one of the taciturn types. Pushing the sandals under the bed, she unlocked her suitcase and was rummaging through the various items of clothing, when she picked up her head and saw Bhavu in the doorway. The way Anju was bent, the loose cloth of the crop top had fallen forward showing off a substantial portion of her ample cleavage.
‘Yes?’ she asked enquiringly.
‘Is there anything you want?’ he asked.
‘No, thank you.’ she smiled at him. He soon withdrew. What sort of a man is this she thought? He could have asked me this when he came to keep the suitcase. Anyway, she went to the bathroom and stripped. There was a full mirror there and Anju spent a considerable amount of time in admiring herself. She had always liked what she had seen in the mirror but over the past one year, she too had started loving the glow on her own body. Her breasts were what had received the maximum compliments from people during her recent trip to France with friends. Initially she had been hesitant to strip, but once she had done that, she thanked God for having done it. Fully round with not the slightest semblance of drooping, they were 34 C, capped by pinkish pert nipples which made most of the people think that she too was an European . Her pussy just below the flat stomach was mostly shaved but with a neatly trimmed triangle of hair on top. Her pussy lips were slightly off tone to the rest of her skin, having just a slight pinkish hue and somewhat puffy. Smooth, hairless, long legs and beautifully manicured feet. She opened the shower and watched as the nipples, suitably titillated by the jet of water stood completely erect. Anju felt aroused and soon directed the jets of water elsewhere. Suitably relaxed, she switched off the tap, patted herself dry with the towel and entered her room again. The France trip had made her quite comfortable with nudity. Keeping the towel on the chair, she chose panty and a nightie to wear. Though it was afternoon, she knew that she would be sleeping after lunch, so why indulge in unnecessary formalities?
‘Oh Anju, love. Please do me a favour.’ Simran called from her room. ‘There are certain clothes to be given for ironing. Bhavu has kept the clothes there. Since he is busy helping Lakshmi lay the lunch, please note down the items and number of clothes given.’
‘Sure.’ Anju said. She sat on the sofa with the pencil and copy. Since it was difficult to write that way, she kept her feet about a foot away from one another on the sofa while the knees were together and provided rest to the copy so as to enable her to write. In this angle, her panty was fully visible from the kitchen. Without her knowledge Bhavu was drinking in this lovely sight unable to believe his good luck while Anju kept writing blissfully unaware that the contours of her virgin pussy lips were visible. Bhavu stared hard to see the presence of any pubic hair but there was none. Bhavu was not the only one who saw this sight. Even Simran did but from her position she did not know that Bhavu could see what she was seeing. She thought of telling Anju but decided against it. After all it had been so long that Anju had last visited them. Moreover she was a young grown up girl. Such comments would only go to irritate her.
Once Anju’s work was over, she went to Simran. ‘ Thanks, love.’ Simran said. ‘That is a pretty nightie you have there. And this peach colour is my favourite’
‘This, Yes, it is nice. I have ones that are even more revealing. I was under the impression that only Lakshmi was working here. Now this boy, Bhavu…. That is why I wore this.’
‘That is thoughtful of you but Bhavu is a well behaved and good boy.’ Simran said .‘And yes, tomorrow I have to go to Bombay with your Jiju for a function of his office. His chairman is coming and I just have to be there.’
‘Didi, tomorrow Ashok is also coming.’ Anju said shyly.
‘Your fiancé?’ Simran was surprised. ‘ Now you are getting naughty. You called him here?’
‘No, didi. Tomorrow is the inauguration of a night club and that is owned by one of his close friends. He has insisted that I too go along. Will that be okay, Didi?’
‘Okay. But where will he stay?’ Simran was not too thrilled with the idea if a boy staying in the same house with Anju.
‘He has another friend with whom he will stay. I promise everything will be fine.’ Anju pleaded.
‘Okay. But we will leave in the morning. The house will be open. You can take whatever you like. The other car will be here. You should take Bhavu to drive the both of you. Your Jiju is very particular about driver being present. So even if Ashok drives, do take Bhavu. In case of a puncture or any other emergency.’
‘Thanks, Didi. Thanks a lot.’ Anju hugged Simran tightly.
Anju was so happy. Ashok was a person she liked a lot and at that age she did not know whether that was actually love. The trip to France had been an eye opener. People were so comfortable with nudity there. Seeing the matter-of-fact manner with which even full nudity was treated there, she too had got a number of such photographs clicked. There were ten of them; three of which showed off her body from the front, fully nude. Watching them always gave her a frisson of excitement. She again took out the envelope from the suitcase and again gave them a cursory glance.
Bhavu had in the meanwhile developed an erection. Even with his eyes closed, the sight of those silky smooth satin like legs, the pretty painted toes, the demure anklet and finally the ultimate: virgin pussy lips constrained by the cloth of the panty. Bhavu was resolute. He just had to find a way to see those lips and to give the lovely young lady an orgasm she would never forget even in a hurry.
The next morning, Simran and Amit left early in the morning. They said that while they would try to return by night, they could not promise that. Once the night club function was over, they would send the car the next day.
Ashok, Anju’s fiancé reached late in the afternoon. His train had got delayed. He too was almost as old as Bhavu. He was quite tall at 6 feet and had a stout body to go with his pleasant face.
‘Hi there.’ Anju said as she rushed to kiss him. ‘How have you been? I have been waiting so long for you. Bhavu, will you please pick up his suitcase?’
For Bhavu the morning had been very fruitful. Since Simran and Amit had left he got an opportunity to hang around the house under the pretext that if Anju needed anything he would be there. Anju too preferred to remain in the same nightie that she had worn. She took out a saree to be worn for the evening, pressed it and arranged all the cosmetics. Suddenly she seemed to realize that the pink/red color of the nail polish was not going with the silver colour of the saree. Bhavu couldn’t believe his luck when she again sat as she had done the previous day. Slowly and carefully she removed the nail polish from the toes. She appeared to be more relaxed and carried on small conversation with Bhavu. Bhavu himself wondered whether she knew that he could see her pussy lips as clearly as he could see her face. His erection had strained against the underwear so hard that he was afraid that the precum would start to show.
At around 6 in the evening, Anju and Ashok were ready to leave. Anju was looking much more ravishing than what she was looking in the day. Tastefully done make up, a lovely saree tied well below the belly button adorned with an appropriate shimmer, a halter neck blouse, exposing her back in all its majesty with a black beauty spot situated exactly where the bones formed a slight gorge, matching silver colored nail enamel that complimented the dainty anklets in her pretty ankles. For Bhavu it was a tremendous effort to be able to draw his gaze from her. The only thing that kept bothering him was the erection that refused to go down.
The inaugural ceremony was on in full swing when they reached there. All through the way as Bhavu drove, he could hear subdued laughter from the back seat that usually comes when a girl is being teased but is loving it at the same time and this made him squirm even more.
‘Bhavu, could you please stop the vehicle for a little while at this telephone booth? I have a telephone call to make?’ Ashok said to Bhavu.
As Bhavu was pulling up the vehicle, Anju said, ‘Why here? You can make the call from the house itself.’
‘Sure, I can but I would like to purchase a few cigarettes too and to tell my friend that I will be spending the night with him.’
Ashok got down from the car and as he was moving towards the telephone booth, he slipped on the steps leading to the counter and fell down. His head hit the pavement and a jet of blood squirted from just above his eyed lid. Anju and Bhavu were watching this and as the gravity of the situation struck Anju, she screamed. Bhavu however emerged from the car with lightning speed and with the help of a few passers by brought Ashok back into the car. A handkerchief kept the flow of blood in check. With Bhavu’s help, Ashok was led to Anju’s bedroom and he lay on the bed. Like an expert, Bhavu arranged for the antiseptic liquid and the bandage and in no time, the wound had been dressed and a proper bandage was in place. Since it was causing a lot of pain to Ashok, Bhavu prepared an injection and administered it to Ashok. Within no time, Ashok started feeling drowsy and soon sank into a deep slumber.
‘Thank you so much, Bhavu!’ Anju said holding his hand She was in tears. ‘You have been such a help.’
‘That is okay.I…….’ Bhavu did not complete the sentence.
‘What is it Bhavu? You have something in mind.’ Anju enquired.
‘It is okay. I think I’ll go.’
‘Just stay till I strip and get a shower.’ Anju said and went to the bathroom. Bhavu sat by the side of Ashok as he slept fitfully. From the bathroom he could hear the water cascading down Anju’s nude body and his cock was again straining at the cloth of his trousers. He was just wondering as to what should be his next step, when the telephone rang. The shrill voice cut through the otherwise silent house and lest it disturb Ashok, Anju came bounding out of the bathroom, wrapping her robe around her, as she ran to the phone her wet bare feet making virtually no noise.. She was still wet, her hair Bhavugling in her eyes, and the wetness causing the robe to cling to her sexy curves.
The sight was intoxicatingly hot. Anju’s light blue robe, though long enough, had split open below the waist, when she sat down. She perhaps didn’t realize it, and Bhavu was trying hard not to be caught staring.
Caught up in the phone conversation, her entire legs were showing, as the split robe had fallen easily along both sides of her long, well-toned legs. Bhavu was imagining himself kissing her smooth inner thighs.
In the moments that seemed to go on for a lifetime, he also determined that she had very smooth, freshly shaved legs, adorned by the silver anklets that had teased him so much during the course of the evening.
After what seemed an eternity the conversation was finally over. She looked at Bhavu and smiled. It was obvious that the bath had done a lot to relax her and she was her normal self again.
‘Just wait for a while. I’ll be back in a second.’ She smiled at Bhavu as she ran back to the bathroom. Anju was feeling very happy and relaxed somewhat akin to what one feels after a roller coaster ride. Ashok was okay and would be all right in a day or two. Bhavu had been absolutely wonderful. Anju decided to reward herself. Smiling to herself in the solitary confines of the bathroom, she took out a packet and slowly, almost lovingly unwrapped it. What emerged was a thick, long, smooth and shiny vibrator. It was about 9 inches long and it was jet black in colour.
At the base of the vibrator it had a small finger-like protrusion that was about 3 inches long. It curled back up the vibrator, and from the base there was a small wire coming out. It was a remote controlled vibrator and could be operated from within a range of 20 metres. Before doing anything more, she inserted both the batteries into the remote. With the vibrator in one hand and the remote in the other, she switched on the remote and jumped as the vibrator came to life. It had three speed limits and as Anju experimented with one limit after another, she felt herself becoming wet. God, such ingenuity! And all for the sake of feminine pleasure.
She got so taken away by her new toy that she completely forgot about the existence of Bhavu. Gingerly she touched the tip of the vibrator to her pussy lips and felt the cold impersonal touch of the vibrator. With just a little more pressure, it started sliding in, smoothly filling her up with a pleasant sensation. Suddenly it struck her that it would perhaps be a better idea if she let it remain there for a while .Motionless.
It was at this moment that the door bell rang. Cursing the visitor under her breath, Anju put on a pair of jeans taking care to ensure that the vibrator stayed in place and a loose top. Since the remote was in her hand, she casually left it on top of the television as she made her way to the door. The chime of the bell had disturbed the sleep of Ashok as well and he too appeared to be on the verge of waking up.
‘Bhavu, I think Ashok is waking up. Please go to his room and see if he needs anything.’ She said to Bhavu as she opened the door. Somehow she was feeling very charged erotically on talking to other people when they did not know that she had a vibrator tucked in the most secret of places.
The visitor was Mrs. Gupta. Simran had telephoned her to go and see whether Anju needed anything. A lady in her mid fifties, Mrs. Gupta always seemed eager for a chat and even before Anju could say thank you she had made her way in and had made herself comfortable on the sofa. Ashok was still recovering from the hangover and was not too pleased to find Bhavu in the room instead of Anju.
‘Where is Anju?’ he asked trying to focus on the things in the room.
‘Some visitor has come and she is attending to them.’ Bhavu replied.
‘Okay, put on the TV.’ Ashok said to Bhavu.
The TV set that Bhavu was used to handling did not have a remote; so Bhavu picked up the remote that was lying on the TV set and switched it. That was the very moment when Anju had handed over a glass of water to Mrs. Gupta and was just about to sit down, when she felt the vibrator come to life. The sensations of pleasure engulfed her and she could see the startled expression on Mrs. Gupta’s face.
‘What is that noise?’ she asked.
‘Something in the kitchen.’ She replied briefly and then crossed her legs. She wanted to tear off her clothes and more than anything else she wanted this lady to leave.
Mrs. Gupta asked her the details of the incident due to which Ashok had got injured. As Anju was replying to the best of her ability, she felt the vibrator’s speed go up to the next level. The pleasurable sensations were engulfing her with an intensity that had not been ever experienced before. Anju pulled her bare foot into her lap and started playing with her anklets. Anything to postpone the orgasm that was almost inevitable in the presence of her sister’s neighbour.
Ashok was getting irritated. What use was this guy if he could not even put on a TV! Bhavu was also sensing Ashok’s pique and he hurriedly put on another button which elevated the motion of the vibrator to the third and highest level.
Anju was squirming now and only a blind person would have been unable to see the expressions on her face. Mrs. Gupta thought that perhaps an evil spirit had overtaken the body of this girl and so she excused herself to leave. As Anju came to the door to see her off, the vibrator thankfully stopped. Anju did not know whether to be happy now that she could be more composed and normal, or to be cross at the sudden cessation of the pleasure.
‘I am so sorry that I could not attend to you. Actually at times I get a sudden attack of pain in my abdomen.’ Anju said.
‘Its okay, darling. Take rest.’ Mrs. Gupta said positively unconvinced.
Bhavu had found the correct TV remote finally and as Anju ran to the room ,she found Ashok seeing the TV still drowsy.
Anju went to the bathroom, virtually tore off the jeans and as she took out the vibrator saw that it was dripping with her juices. She took off the top as well and wore the towel gown that she had worn before. She looked into the mirror, brushed her hair to make herself presentable and emerged from the bathroom. Ashok had again fallen asleep thanks to the monotonous tone of the talks on the TV. Letting him sleep, she and Bhavu made their way to the drawing room. As they sat down, she smiled at Bhavu.
‘I have something to show you.’ Bhavu said hesitatingly.
‘What is it?’ Anju asked pleasantly. Bhavu handed her a photograph. It was the same photograph that had been clicked while she was in Paris and showed her full frontal nudity with all its minute detail. Anju was outraged.
‘How dare you? You have been rummaging among my things?’ she managed to sound angry despite the fact that she was feeling tremendously aroused..
‘Relax.’ Bhavu said. Surprisingly, seeing her anger had imbued him with tremendous calmness. ‘ Let me explain. Is it my fault that I have been born in a poor family. No! Well, then why should I be deprived of seeing pretty girls nude? I am not a bad person as you have just seen. It is so late; I could have left your fiance writhing in pain. Or perhaps I could have given your boyfriend an injection that would react with him. You would have to prove that I had given him an injection. You are beautiful; so why not let me see you in person and make love to you. Surely it would not be in your interest that many people get to see this photograph.’
‘Are you crazy? How is that possible. I have to remain a virgin till my wedding.’ Anju protested.
‘You females are your own enemies. How do you know that this so called boyfriend/ fiance of yours is a virgin? Okay, I won’t force you, but this robe is unnecessarily irritating me.’ Bhavu said in a flat tone.
Seeing that she really had no alternative and in her heart of hearts was not really too keen to protest, Anju put her hands to her robe and reluctantly started untying it. Bhavu leaned against the wall and stared with a leering grin on his face.
‘No closer, just looking, and just the breasts; OK?’ Anju was uneasy now not because she did not want to expose but because she was not very sure about Bhavu’s intentions.
’Come on, now. I have already seen them. Now I want to feel them.’
’But that's it, right. No more.’
’Sure Anju, whatever you say. Just a little pinch on the nips, but not hard. I
promise.’
Anju slowly untied the chord while backing up against the wall. Letting it hang open in front she put her hands on the chair behind her and took a deep breath. Bhavu approached and pulled apart the sides gently with both hands. Then he slid his hands under the collar and down her shoulders, pushing the robe off. Anju let her arms relax by her side and the shirt fell to the floor.
The sight was indeed breathtaking. Bhavu now took a deep breath and ran his finger along the edges of the coarse cloth to the center of her ample cleavage and down her flat tummy.
‘Nice pair of C's you got there, Anju, if I am not mistaken about the size ’ he said with a laugh and gave her left tit a squeeze, pinching the nipple . ‘Why don't we sit and get more comfortable?’
‘No, I'm fine here.’ But Anju let herself be pulled toward the bed in the bedroom where Ashok was sleeping. She stood quietly while Bhavu straightened the corners.
‘Please!’ she implored watching Ashok as he slept. ‘ Not here.’
Bhavu laughed. ‘ You mean to say that you don’t mind getting fucked elsewhere in the house.’
Anju turned red with shame and anger. ‘ I didn’t say that.’
‘Relax! Under the medication, he will sleep like a baby. And I think it is better that you come off from your high horse, if you don’t want your pretty picture in circulation.’
He lifted her chin and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. When she looked up at him he kissed her. Anju did not respond, not knowing how she should without encouraging him on. Bhavu just kissed her again, this time much harder pushing her onto her back on the blanket. Her hands came up to stop him but it was useless. Her right arm was pinned behind his back and he quickly caught her left and pinned it with his left above her head. She knew now that he could feel her fear. Both her hands were caught and his right hand was free to roam her body, which it did. While driving his tongue into her mouth, Bhavu worked Anju's tit over with his hands. Her nipples grew hard and tender and he broke off his kiss to pinch one between his teeth. His licking and sucking on her tits turned her light pink nipples a deep red. Anju was breathing heavy now and squirming under Bhavu trying to get away. At the same time her body was reacting to being pinned to the ground and manhandled. Her temperature was rising and her hips lifted. She was breathing in grunts as she tried to pull her hands free.
‘Okay, if you are so hoity toity about fucking, how about a little orals? No harm there certainly.’ Bhavu said.
She looked into his eyes and her defenses began to crumble. Was it ok she asked herself. Is oral sex cheating on your lover she questioned herself. She began to see Bhavu's point of view, she owed him and she knew it, but the very thought that she could allow this to happen began to make her angry. She was angry at circumstances for having placed her in this situation. It was apparent that it was Bhavu who had been continuously fiddling with the remote of the vibrator which had made her go delirious with pleasure .She was also mad at herself for not feeling revulsion towards him with the intensity as she should have felt. She knew in her heart that this was a mistake, that oral sex was perhaps cheating on her future husband. She was however unsure; undecided. His relentless kisses on her nipples had built up her passion .Her passion was battling her heart and her heart was losing.
’Alright I'll do it, but I want to set some things clear. It is just oral sex and I will do nothing to you. You will go down on me, but I will do nothing to you. Think of me as an empty shell. When it's over you will not talk about this with anybody and if I find out you did, I will accuse you of trying to rape me. Is that clear?’ she said sternly. He just wore a wide smile on his face and shook his head in agreement.
As Bhavu’s strong hands massaged her inner thighs she began to breathe heavier and moan silently. He pressed his nose right up against her pussy and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating to him, a mixture of femininity and animal lust, which caused his cock to strain his already overtaxed shorts. Anju had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as he continued to deeply inhale her fragrance .Slowly, with his hands on her thighs he clamped his mouth on the lips of her pussy over her thong panty. The presence of the thong had itself amused Bhavu. She had had the presence of mind to put on a panty before rushing out to answer the phone. She moaned deeply as she felt the gentle pressure of his mouth close on the slit . She moaned again as he moved his hands to her chest and began to play with her nipples.
He moved up further on the chair and began to lick her thong very deeply. She moaned with pleasure as she felt the satin thong get pushed deeper and deeper into the crevice. He reached over on the table and took hold of a pair of scissors and swiftly cut the string to her thong, and after he put them back, he removed it. There before him was the reward she had promised. He looked at it longingly . He gently bent down and inhaled her sex deeply, the musky scent driving him insane with lust and desire. His desire was taking control of him now. He wanted to taste her, to hear her squeal with pleasure, and so he did.
’Oh Bhavu,’ she cried as his tongue slid deeply into her dripping pussy. He began to explore every pocket of her sex, and savoring the taste along the way. He loved the way she tasted, the salty flavor coating his tongue and filling his mouth. Anju was moaning loudly and working her nipples faster and faster as Bhavu continued to feed from her. He made his way up to her clit and began to lightly bite and suck it as she ground her crotch into his face.
’Oh ,’ she cried as little waves of pleasure began to form inside of her. Inspired by her squeals of delight he began to suck on her for all he was worth. He darted his tongue inside of her faster and faster as she ground her sex into his face harder and harder.
She lay back on the chair with her eyes closed and chest heaving as Bhavu lapped up all of her juices. When she opened her eyes she was looking directly into his face and was aroused to see it covered in her juices. Without even knowing what she was doing, she reached out to kiss him and to taste her juices, but as she was going to kiss him she felt a new type of pressure on her pussy. The feel of something large being pushed up into her caused her to look down and gasp in horror as the head of Bhavu's cock began to slide into her ravaged pussy. ‘What the hell are you doing? Stop this right now! This wasn't part of the deal,’ she cried as he continued to penetrate her but in a way happy that all the arousal due to the vibrator was gradually reaching a finale.Relax, baby. It is just the head.’ Bhavu said coolly. His momentum was constant as he slowly thrust deep inside of her, stretching her sex and breaking her resolve with each centimeter. She bit her lip as she felt his erect cock invade her most intimate and secret place, and her will to stop him was rapidly draining away. ‘Bhavu, this is wrong! You know I love Ashok. Please stop….Oh God….stop now. Why don’t you understand? I may become pregnant.’ she moaned as his prick burrowed further into her. He made no verbal reply to her plea and his only response was to continue his invasion into her. She moaned deeply as she felt the breath of his manhood fill her virgin pussy to capacity; and felt her heart begin to race as their pubic bones finally met. He remained motionless inside of her for a moment, and gradually as her will was all but gone, began to slowly move in and out.
Bhavu….Oh …Please stop . I need you…to stop…..oh God Bhavu," she made a half hearted protest as he began to pick up the pace and slam into her harder. He made no attempt to stop, but moved his hands down to her hips and began to pump even harder. Anju tried as best she could to resist the passion burning in her loins and the desire swelling in her heart but she could no longer keep up the battle, and as desire took hold, her body began to fuck him back.
Inspired by her reaction he began to thrust her harder and harder, each time bring his cock full out and then thrusting into her with all his strength. She reached up and pulled his face to hers, and with her tongue in his mouth, tasted her juices. He moved his hands up to her breasts, and pushing them together, began to lick and gently bite each nipple. Anju pulled herself up against him as hard as she could and began to kiss his earlobes and lick his neck, as he continued to piston himself into her.
Suddenly with the sound of a plonk, Bhavu withdrew his cock. ‘Well, I got carried away. I am sorry. But now that both of us are aroused, well, why don’t you return the favour.?’ Bhavu said.
Anju felt angry and cheated. This was tease and blackmail at its worst. He had started fucking her much against her will and just as she was reaching the orgasm, had withdrawn the cock.
Seeing the look on her face, Bhavu laughed. ‘You want me to carry on fucking you? Enjoying it? Be honest.’
Anju kept quiet but, she turned around, lightly kissed him on the mouth then slowly kneeling down in front of him, took him into her mouth.
‘Oh God Anju,’ he cried as she slowly pumped him in and out of her luscious mouth. Her beautiful pale blue eyes never left his as her tempo began to go faster and faster. He just stared down into her eyes and moaned softly as he watched her red full lips wrapped around his cock.
’Oh God baby….Oh your so good Anju…oh my God ,’ he cried as she continued to pound him into her throat. Anju was pumping with all of her strength now, all of her love, all of her pain, and all of her emotions were now victims of her desire. She was feeling him begin to tighten inside of her mouth, and began to pound him even harder as his moans grew louder.
‘Oh Anju,’ he cried as he exploded and shot stream after stream of his seed into her mouth. She felt the first blast, and quickly stroked his cock, holding her head still. Several jets of his hot cum hit the back of her mouth. Bhavu felt her busy tongue and cheek muscles were trying to accept the creamy discharge and obviously relishing it.
There was cum, running out of her mouth and onto her lips and hand. She pumped continually, swallowing most of what Bhavu had to offer. She clamped her mouth down harder around his cock and swallowed every drop until he was dry. As she continued to softly stroke him first with her hands and then with her tongue, she was amazed to feel him begin to get hard again. Suddenly he stopped her and pulled her up to him. He lovingly suckled from one of her nipples as he slowly turned her around and said ‘I want you from behind baby.’ Anju moaned deeply as he tightly cupped her breasts and slowly slid his cock into her aching pussy from behind.
’Oh God Bhavu,’ she cried as she felt him thrust up deep inside of her. She moved her hands and braced herself of the edge of the desk, and as he continued to thrust into her, began to push herself back against him to meet his thrust. Bhavu moved his hands down to her lovely hips and grabbing on, began to pound harder.
Bhavu was finding it hard to believe that he was actually fucking Anju, the younger sister of Mem Sahib and that she was also co operating so willingly.
’Oh Anju…. This is sheer heaven ,’ he said as he continued to pound into her. She was forcing herself back against him as hard as she could, and each time felt his cock go higher and higher into her. All this while she would once in a while watch Ashok as he slept like a baby blissfully unaware that his fiancé was having sexual pleasure the like of which he had never even thought of providing her before tying the knot . She was not making love with this man, he was fucking her but the sheer pleasure was ensuring that she was not feeling violated at all. This was the outcome of sheer desire for people of the opposite sexes.
’Oh Anju…Ashok is one lucky guy….you are so fucking good,’ Bhavu said as she continued to slam into her. She turned around, and staring at him through lust covered eyes said ‘Forget Ashok.’
These words increased Bhavu’s pace manifold. Harder and harder he slammed her almost lifting her off the floor with his thrust. She felt the waves of pleasure building up in her now and began to slam her perfect ass against him harder and harder.
’Oh…Bhavu’ she screamed as she pushed herself against him as hard as possible and felt her pleasure explode deep inside of her. Bhavu grabbed onto her waist and pulled her tightly towards him as his pleasure began to build.
’Oh Anju,’ he cried as he gushed deep inside of her. He pulled her close to him and held her tight, with his cock still buried deep inside of her. as his pleasure subsided. They released and kissed each other tenderly as their sweat covered bodies began to dry in the cool night air.
‘Do me a favour please.’ Bhavu said as he was leaving. ‘I will come tomorrow morning to change his bandage and I would like to see you in that blue robe.’
‘Sure.’ Anju said as she offered him her perky and very red nipples before he left.
As Bhavu was entering the house next morning, he heard Anju talking on the telephone. ‘ It is okay. Didi. Yes, it is true that it was a ghastly cut but Bhavu took good care of it. It is fine now. Yes, Ashok is sleeping still. You continue with your programme and come tomorrow morning. Okay bye. Love you.’
As requested by Bhavu, she was indeed wearing nothing but the blue robe. There was a glow on her face; perhaps a pointer to the heights of pleasure scaled the previous night.
‘Oh hello!’ Anju said chirpily. Bhavu was apprehensive lest she be nursing a grouse.
‘ You are so naughty. Cut off my panty last night. You could have removed it but no patience you have.’ She chided him with mock anger. ‘Tell me, if Ashok is again not able to sleep tonight due to whatever reason, can you give him another injection, so that he can sleep as he did last night.’ Anju said standing on her toes so that she could peer naughtily into Bhavu’s eyes.
