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Lust For Babysitter

July 2nd, 2011 No comments

we are a happily married couple in new delhi. I am Amit Bhasin 27yrs fair tall 5’10 inch with an average built up doing business in delhi. I have a boy of 8 months. We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we had told Anita, our babysitter, not to expect us until after midnight.
And obviously, she did not expect us–at least, not right then. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, she didn’t hear us at all. In fact, neither of them did. Not she or her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the door frame, enjoying the unexpected entertainment. Both Anita and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly, reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand again. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated over and over.
It was not difficult to understand the young man’s fascination with what was under Anita‘s blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 17-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn’t seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and fondled.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch in a huff, still looking away from us. Anita, suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her. How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down just a little. Just a little–but enough. The sexual teasing that he had been subjected to had give him an enormous erection, which sprung free with such force and suddenness that we both had to stifle giggles. Still without breaking the kiss, he took Anita ‘s hand and wrapped it softly around his cock. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed down, dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on her own, she reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with hypnotic fascination.
Heather’s friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but inexorably, began to push her head toward his lap. We exchanged amused, excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted. We nearly gasped out loud as Anita began to lovingly kiss the side of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of–and enjoying–the effect she was having on her partner. Her red tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her friend to bear; holding her head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into her mouth. Not surprisingly, she gagged. Unfortunately, we gasped. Out loud. And this time, they heard us.
Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm and sedate only an moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring circus in the blink of an eye. The boy, a bright shade of crimson, was grabbing at his pants, trying to stuff his wilting hard-on back in, running for the door at the same time, stumbling and tripping as he run, cursing. Anita, shrieking, was covering her face with her hands; then, still screaming unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room aimlessly. I guess we didn’t know exactly how to react. On the one hand, we were trying to reassure them both, to tell them that everything was OK. But we were both trying with only moderate success to stifle our laughter, not wanting them to feel any more humiliated than they obviously were. But we were too surprised to take any control of the situation; and, an instant later, the boy had stumbled out the door, and Anita was on her knees in front of me, actually sobbing and begging. “PLEASE don’t tell my mother,” she said frantically. “Oh God, and don’t tell my father he’d KILL me I won’t do it again I didn’t mean it please, PLEASE don’t tell anybody, I’ll do ANYTHING, just don’t tell them. I’ll do ANYTHING!”
With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to regain a glimmer of her composure. Hesitantly, she raised her face and looked up at me. I was standing there with my mouth open, caught in mid-thought. I was trying to say, don’t be ridiculous, of COURSE we’re not going to tell anybody, now calm down, and for God’s sake get up off the floor, you have nothing to apologize for…but that’s when I realized that she had said “I’ll do ANYTHING!”
“Anything?” I thought. Hmmm. As if she was reading my mind, she repeated, more softly. “Please, don’t tell. They’ll KILL me. Please. I’ll do ANYTHING. Please.” Her eyes glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me pleadingly. Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you; but your eyes were locked with mine, as we both weighed the exciting possibilities.
As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly lowered. As if in disbelief, she turned her head slowly back towards me; then gasped when she saw my cock hanging just inches from her face. “Well,” I said, “for a start, you could suck me off.” Her eyes, wide in astonishment, never left my semi-erect and rapidly-growing prick. “It looked to me like you were beginning to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I’d be happy to continue your lessons!”
For a long moment, I couldn’t tell what she was going to do; then, as if in a dream, she leaned forward and circled the head of my cock with her luscious young lips. From behind her, I was dimly aware that you gasped as my prick slid into her mouth. She began to suck on my shaft, gingerly, tentatively. You kneeled down behind her, hands around her waist, and put your face next to hers. “He likes for you to lick it, not just to suck it,” you informed her; to demonstrate, you gently licked the point where her lips clasped my cock. I could hear, or maybe feel, Anita as she moaned softly.
“Now,” you said, like a patient instructor, “lick the underside of his cock. Right down the ridge. All the way to his balls.” An apt pupil, Anita followed your instructions with increasing eagerness. As she reached my balls, you gently lifted them, caressing them in your hand. “Now lick under his balls, and between his balls and his legs. See how far you can get your tongue back towards his asshole.” From my viewpoint, as I watched Anita lick and suck me, I could see most of her tits, barely covered by her mostly-opened blouse. I saw you grin as you followed my gaze; obligingly, you reached over and completed the uncovering. Released from their bondage, Anita ‘s tits were large and ripe, thrusting up, nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying erotically as she moved. You cupped one breast in each hand, kneading her firm flesh, teasing her enlarged nipples. Then, suddenly, you slid down, clamped your mouth over one exquisite nipple, and began to suck. Anita stopped her oral exploration of my genitals and gasped in astonishment, mouth wide open. Of course, I was unable to resist such an obvious invitation, and reinserted my cock into her waiting mouth. After barely a moment’s hesitation, she began to suck my cock, moving her head back and forth in a quickening pace. In seconds, I knew was about to explode.
“That’s so beautiful,” you said. “God I love to watch you fuck her mouth. You’re about to cum, aren’t you,” you added knowingly. “Now listen, Anita,” you implored, “try to swallow all of his cum. See if you can suck him dry. Drive him crazy.” She was, of course, already driving me crazy. I grabbed her head and added my urgency to her rhythm, sticking my cock deep into her mouth, fucking her mouth as if it were a warm, wet pussy. And then I exploded, streaming what felt like gallons of hot cum into her mouth. Despite your admonitions, Anita couldn’t handle it all. She tried–I saw her gulp down at least one mouthful–but she was too inexperienced to keep up with my insistent spurts. Finally she backed up and released my throbbing cock; the last few spurts of my cum shot onto her upturned face. I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you were quick to notice it too. “I’ve gotta have some of that,” you said eagerly, and licked the traces of cum from her face. Still Anita ‘s mouth remained full; cum continued to slowly ooze out of the corners of her mouth. Finally, you put your mouth on hers; and, with your tongue, forced her lips apart to share my cum with her. I could see both of you swallow the remains of my cum; and long after it was all gone, your tongues still explored each other.
The sight of you two beautiful women–one fully developed and experienced, one young and naive–kissing each other passionately was incredibly exciting to me. Even though I had just barely finished cumming, I could feel my cock slowly begin to harden in response to the visual feast. “Jesus, I’m unbelievably wet,” you announced; and, to demonstrate, you stood up and removed your salwar and panties. “Look,” you said, spreading your pussy lips wide, and inserting one finger deep inside. Anita, dazed, obediently watched. “Now, it’s my turn. Eat me,” you demanded of her. “Lick my pussy. I want to feel your warm tongue deep inside my cunt. Suck my clit. I want you to make me cum too.” Transfixed, Anita leaned towards you, her head between your legs. I could see her tongue darting between your fingers as you held your pussy open for her and showed her where to lick and suck.

“Lie down on your back,” you ordered breathlessly, and just about flung Anita around before she had time to respond. Straddling her face, you lowered you pussy to her mouth, grinding into her with increasing speed and urgency. “Oh God,” you kept saying, “that’s wonderful. Eat my fucking cunt. My God, I’m going to cum!” And with a short scream, you did. The incredible turn-on of watching two women making it right before my eyes– possibly the most arousing sight in the world–had caused my prick to become almost entirely stiff once again. After just a few seconds, you seemed to have recovered some of your composure, and were eager to continue. You scooted back a foot or so, leaving Anita ‘s upturned face staring up dreamily, your pussy juices smeared on her face. “Take off her salwar,” you suggested; and, as Anita wiggled her ass helpfully, I complied. I pressed my hand to the center of her panties; as I felt the wetness, Anita moaned softly. Quickly, I completed undressing her, and spread her legs with her knees bent. The thin line of her young pussy gleamed with moisture; I ran my finger over it lightly, as Anita tensed and moaned. I lowered my head, and began to lick near the tops of her legs. “Oh my God,” Anita said softly, “sahib that feels so fucking good!” I paused, momentarily surprised to hear her speak. “Don’t stop,” she begged eagerly. “PLEASE don’t stop!” Before I could oblige, you offered Anita some timely advice. “Be more specific,” you suggested. “Tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do.”

Catching on quickly, Anita didn’t seem to need much urging. “Eat me,” she nearly shouted. “Make me cum. Please–I want to cum SO BAD! Eat my pussy. Lick my cunt–all over. Suck my fucking cunt. Make me CUM!” With ever-increasing excitement, I eagerly obliged. I slipped my hands under her butt, squeezing her ass tightly, and began to explore her wet pussy with my tongue. I licked and sucked all over her cunt, and teased her clit as she moaned and writhed. In a surprisingly short time, she shrieked and shuddered in a violent climax. Noticing my now fully-erect cock, you had a recommendation. “Fuck her,” you suggested. “I’ll bet that young, tight cunt will drive you crazy.”
“Oh yes,” Anita added, semi-deliriously. “Please fuck me! I want to feel you inside me saab. I want to feel your cock deep inside my cunt. Please! Fuck my pussy. I’m so wet. I’m so READY!” As if to demonstrate, she reached down to her sopping-wet pussy, and easily inserted two fingers as far as they would go. I spread myself over her, filling my mouth with an ample breast, teasing her cunt lips with the head of my cock. “Stick it IN, stick it IN,” she urged. Slowly, I slid my cock into her pussy. It was one of the most incredible feelings that I’ve ever had–her cunt was so fresh and tight that it felt like a velvet glove, caressing me, squeezing me, lustfully pulling me ever deeper. Again I knew that I was going to cum quickly; and, sure enough, after a few minutes of ecstasy I unloaded into her snatch. Spent, I rolled off her.
“What kind of gentleman are you, anyway,” you demanded mischievously. “You left the poor girl unfulfilled! Well,” you added, “I’d be less than the perfect hostess if I didn’t make amends!” You repositioned yourself over her face, and this time she eagerly grabbed you and started licking and sucking your pussy. With a moan, you stretched out over her and began to reciprocate. I swung around for a closer look at one of my favorite activities, and watched as your tongue and lips explored Anita ‘s cunt. Just as earlier it had her mouth, my cum overflowed her pussy; you eagerly lapped it up, and rubbed your face in the mixture of her juices and my cum. Incredibly, the magnificent sight of two beautiful women eating each other’s pussies began to make my cock hard yet once more; and by the time you both came, I was stiff as a board. I jumped you as you rolled off Anita, inserting the length of my cock quickly into your tender pussy. Both semi-exhausted, we began to fuck slowly, savoring every stroke with intense pleasure. Soon, I began to feel Anita ‘s mouth between my legs, licking and sucking my balls, trying to lick my cock as it plunged in and out of your cunt. Just as I could feel that we were both about to cum together, I felt Anita ‘s tongue circling the rim of my asshole. And just as she spread my ass and squirmed her tongue deep into my asshole, we both came.

For next three months our this relation continued then one day we came to know that Anita is pregnant, so we arranged to send her to her parents in Punjab getting her aborted and in this time we tought her all about sex. Ok. Friends let us know how did you like our experience with our babysitter. my E-Mail is plz send us ur comments & response….any body intested to be….doing with me….only, can write to me…ladies are welcomed.
Amit.

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The Maids Hot Husband

January 1st, 2010 No comments

“Anita” , “What is it?”. “Where have you kept my tie. I just can’t find it anywhere”. “It’s inside the wardrobe. ”
Amit always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married ten years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast… it went on and on until Amit left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.

Anita either slept nude or in a panty and that is why she made it a point to get up before the children. She had been asleep when the doorbell rang. She asked Amit to open the door but he was too sleepy. She tiptoed on her bare feet and peeped through the key hole. It was the maid Lakshmi. Anita opened to door. Lakshmi had had seen her nude off and on and so there was no problem in letting her see the breasts once again. Once in a while they had also discussed the lovemaking aspects of weddings. Lakshmi went to the kitchen and Anita saw that one of her anklets was missing. That is what happened when Amit made violent love. Before going to the kitchen she pulled on a knee length nightie and went to the kitchen.

Mornings were even tougher when the maid didn’t turn up. Lakshmi was a nice person and always went out of her way to help Anita. She never refused to do anything, quite unlike most of the maids employed by her friends and neighbours. When they had moved into this beautiful bungalow in Pratap Ganj, in the eastern suburbs of the city, she had felt elated. The apartment blocks would no longer stifle her. No doubt to it, she hated living in apartments.

But then Lakshmi had her own share of problems – her drunkard and abusive husband. He would return home late most of the days just managing to keep himself steady and would beat her up for flimsy reasons. Whenever the thrashing got too hard she had to stay away from work for a day or two. Anita pitied Lakshmi. Why did she stay with him? At times she tried to imagine an abusive Amit. If anything like that ever happened she would, surely, walk out. It was not a question of how much it hurt physically; it would be an intolerable insult on self-esteem. Then she would laugh at her idea of an abusive Amit…after all they had been college sweethearts and knew each other so well.

Whenever Anita expressed her opinion to Lakshmi, she laughed patiently.

“You don’t understand everything. ” Lakshmi would say, leaving Anita wondering.

But, Lakshmi had agreed that next time he repeated it she would bring him over for Anita to try to talk him out of this beastly habit. Yesterday when Anita learnt from another maid that Lakshmi wont turn up for work for a day or two she had expected them. They hadn’t turned up till now.

“Vipin and Varsha, I want you to finish your breakfast within five minutes. ” She warned. The kids were in their usual habit of messing up with the breakfast. Vipin with eight summers behind him was capable of taking care of himself but his six year old sister was still the baby of the family.

She looked up at the wall clock. It was eight-thirty.

“Honey, I’m off. Might be late in the evening. Amit stood beside her in the kitchen just long enough to plant a kiss on her cheek and if the situation permitted he would just slide the nighty aside and give a peck on her nipples. It’s one of those gestures that have stayed with them for the last twelve years. She followed him out of the kitchen, yanked the kids out of the table and sent them off to the bedroom to get dressed for school. They managed to do that on their own.

As she started to get dressed standing in front of the wardrobe mirror she mused that there was at least one bright side to her tough schedule. It definitely helped her to stay in shape. She was slim, tall – almost five feet seven and medium complexioned. She knew that even at thirty-two she was attractive.

“You are still a head turner, honey. ” Amit was always saying that. It was a harmless leg pulling on his part but going by the way people stared at her she knew he wasn’t wrong. Having put on her pale blue saree she turned, her side facing the mirror and arranged her shoulder length hair. That’s perfect, she decided. No unwanted prominence.

“Mama, we are ready. ” Their shout brought her back to her senses. It was time she took them to the bus stop for their school bus but luckily they went with Mrs. Pareek.

She flopped down on the bed. She felt too tired even to change her clothes. The blast of cool air from the ceiling fan helped her relax. It went just like that on day’s Lakshmi didn’t turn up. Later, she would get up, change and have her breakfast. A brief flip through the newspaper before she returned to the kitchen to get on with her daily chores. Now the only thing she could think of was to relax under the fan. Everything else could wait. She closed her eyes just to enjoy that stupor of sleep come over her.

The ringing doorbell brought her back to her senses. She looked at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock.

“Who can it be?” She murmured rising from the comfort of the bed. Peeping into the door-eye she could see Lakshmi standing outside. She opened the door to let her in. It was then that she noticed the man standing a couple of yards behind her, right on the driveway. She wondered whether she should let him in. She was wearing only a sleeveless nightie with no bra and a thong pantie which Amit liked. But since Lakshmi was there Anita decided to let them in.

“Do I need to tell you what happened day before yesterday?” Lakshmi said.

No, she nodded. “I have brought him with me. See whether you can talk him out of this beastly habit. I have my doubts. ”

Anita made way for Lakshmi to get into the house. As Lakshmi went past her she looked at the man standing there.

“Come in and close the door behind you. ”

She walked into the drawing room and sat down on the sofa. She was in a fix, should she invite them to sit on another sofa or on the floor. Before she could decide, Lakshmi made herself comfortable on the floor. Her husband followed suit.

“What’s your name?”

“Bhasu”

It was for the first time Anita had a close look at him. Unshaved, it looked he was having a hangover. That’s nothing surprising considering his habits. Otherwise, his hair was neatly combed and the shirt he was wearing was one of those she had given to Lakshmi. He looked fine in it. He must be around forty or so, she decided. He was couple of inches taller than she. Lakshmi had told her that he was a mason. Anita saw that his eyes were locked on her breasts. She wondered whether he could see her nipples through the thin material.

The next quarter of an hour she talked to them, at length, about the virtues of being a teetotaler. He seemed to understand everything, agreeing with her that he should get rid of this habit. While talking to them she bent down to pick a ball that the children had left on the floor. At that time the nightie also fell and she was sure that Bhasu saw her breasts.

“Nobody had explained to me the problems of being a drunkard the way you have done. ” He went on. “You are definitely younger to me in age but you are more matured. I guess, that’s what education does to you. Don’t worry, from this moment onwards I’ll concentrate on earning a decent living rather than wasting our earnings on drinks. ”

As they left, she could make out the gratitude on Lakshmi’s face.

More than an hour had passed by. She was still leafing through the newspaper…not feeling like starting the chores in the kitchen. But first, she had to change. She got up and started towards the bedroom. Just then the doorbell rang.

Must be the postman delivering the registered mail, she thought.

She opened the door to find Bhasu with a cloth bag.

“What is it?” She felt irritated, but controlled herself.

“I have put all the bottles that I had back home in this bag. As a tribute to the way you helped me I request you to throw these away yourself. ”

She agreed reluctantly, taking the bag from his out-stretched hand.

“Can I have a glass of water?”

“Sure. ” She replied putting down the bag on the floor.

When she returned with a glass of water, she found him standing inside. He gulped the water down and returned the glass to her. She took the glass but before she could move it away he caught hold of her hand pulling her to him. It was unexpected and fast…she just couldn’t react. All that she managed to do was to turn around so that he was behind her. At that moment panic struck her and the glass slipped out, shattering itself into pieces as it struck the floor. His hands were on her breasts gripping them so hard that it hurt. She bent forward to free herself form his amorous bear hug.

That didn’t help. To keep her balance she had to shove her behind at him. He responded immediately, his loins ramming against her behind. He was squeezing her breasts rather painfully.

“Stop or I’ll shout. ” She found her voice at last.

“I know you won’t do that. All that you need is a good fuck. ” He was panting. Recovering from her panic she fought back, her hands catching hold of his hair forcing him forward and her bare feet kicking at his shin.

“Ouch!”

He deserved it. Desperately, she clung to his hair. Unexpectedly, his right hand relinquished its hold on her. But it was only a brief respite. She felt his hands on her nightie, trying to pull it off. To her horror he succeeded, throwing it away from her reach. It lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Suddenly he released her.

She staggered, trying desperately to maintain her balance.

He slapped her hard, the sting ringing in her ears. Tears swelled in her eyes. Then came the second one, sending her reeling onto the floor. She was pinned down to the floor as the blows rained on her. She tried to resist, but most of them got through her defenses. Before long her strength began to wane away and the slaps coming in quick succession became unbearable.

“Please! I beg you…” She wailed.

Instantly it stopped. She started crying, drops of blood trickling down her nose.

“It’s nothing. Will be okay in a minute. ” He sneered as she felt his hands on her panties, tearing them off.

She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

“Oh God! Let this be just a nightmare. ”

He couldn’t shift his eyes from what he had unveiled…long legs, firm thighs and neatly trimmed

pubic hair just covering her mons.

‘That is a nice pussy. If you are so fond of Lakshmi why did you not ask her to trim her pussy as

well?’

It was overwhelming. She was just what he had fantasized sitting on the floor in front of her,

listening to her crap on drinking.

He buried his head between her thighs inhaling the musk of her sex. Tentatively, he started licking her.

Oh God!” She shuddered clutching his head with her hands and trying to move him away. Amit never did that to her. As his tongue became more insistent increasing it’s rhythm and pressure she began to lose control. With a startle she realised that the body was capable of accepting what the mind rejected.

“Aah!” She moaned and moved her hands, putting an end to her feeble attempts to move him away.

Soon her moans became louder as she shuddered under his maneuvers. She was beyond all caring now…her background, education, husband, children…nothing mattered. There is no way out. She will have sex with this man…her maidservant’s habitually drunkard husband.

Abruptly, he got to his feet and started undressing. In his hurry he tore of his shirt and trouser. Lying on the floor, she had a fleeting glance of his manhood as he joined her. He is huge…certainly bigger than Amit, she thought. He raised her legs, arranged them on his shoulders and placed the tip of his cock at the entry of her pussy with just the head buried slightly in the folds of her pussy.

‘You want this inside? Do you get fucked daily?’

‘No, please don’t do it.’

“Hmm. so you don’t get fucked daily. Too bad. Perhaps he fucks Lakshmi.”She found the thought revolting. How could Bhasu think such a thing?

Slowly and steadily he started pushing. Anita was already wet and as her pussy held Bhasu’s foreskin back, his cock slid in smoothly.

‘I am so sorry but you did not resist enough and see it is already inside. It is nice, tight and warm. Obviously you don’t get fucked regularly. That is why you need me.’ And he increased the rhythm by fully withdrawing and then thrusting wildly. All the while he kept sucking her nipples and playing with the breasts.

‘Lakshmi had told me that you have nice breasts but these are just too good. Lucky man, your husband.’

“Oh God!” She sighed as her vagina stretched to accommodate him. She put her hands to her mouth stifling her moans as the tip of his penis drove all the way to her cervix again and again.

Bhasu seemed to carry on and on. Involuntarily she had locked her ankles around his back. An explosion that left them panting for breath. He discharged entirely inside her.

She looked at him.

“I told you that’s what you needed. You scare me the way you moaned. ” He was smiling. Embarrassed, she looked away.

When she tried to get up he pulled her back to him.

“Where are you going, my dear? We are not through as yet. Wouldn’t you like to fuck again?”

“I need to go to the bathroom. ” She tried to sound detached.

“But you can’t go like this. ”

He stood up and helped her to her feet. He had already stripped her naked. He turned her around.

“You can go now. ” He said patting her naked behind.

When she came back into the living room he was sitting in front of the television watching Sun TV.

“Come, sit over here. ” He was indicating his lap. She hesitated for a moment, acutely conscious of her nudity but then relented. He placed his cock at her pussy and wanted her to sit on it but the cock was limp after the discharge and did not go in.

Nevertheless as soon as she was on his lap his hands started caressing her again.

Half an hour later the smoldering fires began to burn again. But this time he wanted it differently…to come in her mouth. She had never performed fellatio, not even with Amit. It was perverse… something that you can read only in those English paperbacks. Certainly, she can’t do it.

“I won’t do that. ” She stood her ground.

Moments of his ecstasy he will not be able to hold onto her. Wanting to get over the whole thing she started to suck him vigorously.

The pressure of his hand on her head increased…she could feel his approaching orgasm. He was hard and huge inside her mouth. She started choking and gasped for air but there was no respite. She knew it was time to pull away…this would be the last time she would suck him in. He moved swiftly catching her unaware. His hands moved to the back of her head and powerfully pulled her to his groin. It was as if he knew from the very beginning what she had in mind. Tightly pressed against his groin, she was suffocating. She struggled to free herself, but he was too strong for her. Then suddenly he relaxed, allowing her to create just enough space to breathe. It was only a brief respite. The next instant she was again forced against his groin. As his penis hit the back of her throat he exploded. She had no other way but to gulp down his secretions to prevent herself from choking. When he released her she fell back, heaving a sigh of relief. Her cheeks and chin were covered with his semen that had escaped her mouth. Almost immediately she started retching and rushed to the bathroom, somehow managing to reach the wash basin, before throwing up. That gave her immediate relief from the nausea. When she looked up she found Bhasu standing beside her. She offered no resistance as he took her in his arms and gently ran his fingers through her hair to comfort her.

“Are you comfortable now?” He whispered. She nodded yes.

Bhasu helped her to clean up before leading her back to the living room. He helped her onto one of the sofas and then sat opposite her.

“Take it easy. ” Soon they were engrossed in the television.

“Okay its time. ” His words startled her bringing her attention back from the television.

“For what?”

“Come here on your knees. ” He ordered, opening his legs.

“Bhasu! Please don’t force me to do that again. I have never done that before. ”

“Okay, Okay. ” He seemed to understand and walked over to her.

She didn’t even get the time to flinch as he slapped her hard. Tears and stars sprang to her eyes.

He went back to the sofa.

“How many times do I have to tell you that your preferences don’t count. You don’t know your preferences, anyway. Just follow my orders and soon you will start enjoying it. Now crawl over here and you better keep it down this time. ” He threatened…

This time there was no nausea. When it was over she sat down on the floor, her head on his thigh – only inches away from his now satiated manhood. She felt too embarrassed to even look up at him. He knew how to have his way with a woman, there can be no doubt about it.

Anita looked at her watch and jumped. It was time for Varsha and Vipin to return home. Hurriedly she extricated herself from his embrace and got to her feet.

“Bhasu you have to go now. It’s time my son and daughter returned from school. ”

“Let me kiss you there one more time. ” He was looking straight at her naked crotch. “You look very nice when you are naked. Do you trim the hair there yourself or does your husband do it?”Anita remained quiet.

“Okay go there, stretch your arms overhead. Let me examine you. No hair under the arms, nice, very nice. A Mangalsutra in your neck. Good earrings. A diamong nose pin. A golden girdle around your waist, very expensive, no!But nice. Turn around. Oh nothing in your asshole. All it needs is a tight slap. Turn around again. Glass bangles on one wrist and gold one in the other along with a watch. And a combination of silver anklets and chain along with small toe rings. Nice red nail polish on your hands and toes. This is the way I want to see you when I come to … you tomorrow. You want to get… badly?Remember nothing else or else?” He said sneeringly

“You are nice to look at and nice to fuck. But we have missed out on one important thing.”said Bhasu “God!” Thought Anita. “Now what is it?”She was exasperated.. “Come closer, very close.” Anita complied. Bhasu too stripped quickly. “Now stand on your toes, cup your breasts and keep your nipples on mine.” Anita hesitated. “No! Why all this. You have had sex with me. Now why all this?”

“Shut up. Do it and you won’t get hurt. Or else you will get hurt and then do it. And don’t say that I had sex with you. Say that I fucked you” She stood on tip toe and placed her large pink nipples on Bhasu’s brown. He cupped both her buttocks and pulled her closer to him. However because of the difference in height his cock could not enter Anita’s pussy. It just kept pushing on the mound of her sparse pubic hair. “Now kiss me as you kiss your husband. Suck my tongue. Take your hands behind my head.” Anita wondered whether he would ever go. Since she wanted him to go early she was complying with his instructions willingly. She darted her tongue inside his mouth, found his tongue and sucked at it wildly. This again set her body on fire and gave Bhasu an erection again. “Good. One last thing. Get your cordless phone. Quick.” Anita picked it from the nearby cabinet. “Lie down. Open your legs”He then placed his cock at the tip of her ass-hole, and kept her ankle on his shoulder. With the wild kisses given by Anita his cock was rock hard again. “No, not in there.”Anita pleaded. Bhasu’s cock was slippery and placed just at the tip of her ass-hole. He kept his hands near Anita’s belly button and pulled her but the hole was too tight. ‘Please don’t put it there. It will be painful.’ Anita was almost begging him. “Well, okay your choice bring your hand and keep it wherever you want it.” Cursing Bhasu under her breath she held his cock and kept it at the opening of her pussy. “Now dial your husband.”

“Why?”Anita pleaded. “If you want to fuck me, do so. Why bring my husband into it?”

“Do as I say. Why do I have to repeat myself once you know that you have to do it. If you delay your children will come and they will not be too happy to see you like this.” Anita dialed Amit. As soon as she said hello Bhasu thrust his cock in. “Hi, love. How are you” Amit said. “Fine!” Anita replied. As the conversation proceeded Bhasu kept thrusting his cock in very slowly till it was fully embedded in Anita’s pussy. His strokes were also discreet. All the while he kept pulling her nipples and also nibbling at them. He withdrew only after the conversation ended, wiped the cum over her breasts and proceeded to get dressed. “Remember. Tomorrow. Now the pussy kiss.”

She came over and opened her thighs, allowing him to kiss her sex. He opened the lips of her pussy and darted his tongue inside. “The good part is that your pussy lips are visible even without opening them and Lakshmi has such a bush of hair there. You have seen her bush there?”

Anita shook her head.

“But she has seen you naked. Okay I understand. She comes to your house and in the house you can be naked. Since you don’t come to our house how can you see her naked?’

What had actually happened was that after making love she had fallen into deep slumber. Amit got up before her. He had put the latch from outside so as not to disturb her. Just as Amit was taking the children to school Lakshmi arrived. Amit completely forgot that Anita was sleeping naked. When he returned he took off his shoes as per his habit and entered. He saw that Anita was still asleep. Her left leg was straight. The right sole was on the left knee. One arm over the head and the other by the side. In this pose even the pubic hair trimmed as they were could not provide much protection. The lips of her pussy were slightly open and the breasts were rising and falling rhythmically. Lakshmi was sweeping the floor and was completely normal. She did not appear to be even slightly surprised that Mem Sahib was naked. Later when Amit told this to Anita she was not embarrassed by the fact that Lakshmi had seen her pussy as well but was surprised that she slept so soundly. He started getting dressed. She found it surprising that she no longer felt embarrassed to stand before him stark naked.

“I will be back tomorrow, same time. You will open the door wearing nothing. When I say nothing I mean nothing except of course, all your rings, necklace, bangles etc. ”

She nodded trying to get him out of the house as soon as possible.

She bumped into him as he suddenly stopped in front of the door. Turning around he cupped her breasts and sucked one nipple after another.

“Tomorrow you will receive a good thrashing first and the you will offer me your last virginity. ”

Was she a willing victim? It was then that Lakshmi’s words had struck her… “You don’t understand everything. ” Now she understood what lay behind the physical abuses that Lakshmi silently suffered.

“The way he dealt with me was no different. ” Anita thought. And like Lakshmi she had endured his physical abuse to satisfy her hideous animal passion.

The stillness of the night was unbearable. She got out of bed and tiptoed to the terrace. The cool southern breeze brought comfort.

How could she betray Amit with a moments passion, she wondered. They loved each other dearly, didn’t they? And is this what he expects in return? His beloved wife fucking and illiterate drunkard. What a shock it will be for him if he ever came to know of it. Didn’t her culture, education and children mean anything to her? She fought to control her tears. There’s no way she would allow Bhasu to have his way with her again.

“I am sorry Amit. I beg you to forgive me. I promise never to do that again. ” She murmured to herself. She resolved to straighten things out with Bhasu tomorrow. She will shut the door on his face…to let him know that whatever they did today meant nothing to her. She felt the burden lift from her heart.

“I love you Amit. ” She cried out into the stillness of the night.

She had asked him.

“What will happen if Lakshmi comes to know of this?” She looked at him expecting some sort of assurance.

He broke into laughter. “If you want you can go ahead and tell her. In fact, I was planning to have both of you together in bed someday soon. ”

“What do you mean? Are you crazy?” Startled, she sat up.

“I can assure you that nobody other than the three of us will ever come to know of this. You want me to carry on fucking you this way or do you want this to stop?'”

‘I want this is to stop.’ ‘Good. So I will fuck you no more. However tomorrow when I come you should be nude in the house, just as you were today. The only change is that when Lakshmi comes you will remain nude. Not only that after a while when I come still you will not run here and there like a fool hiding your breasts but remain casual. Okay? By the way what does your name mean?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Well, so before I go won’t you give a nice long suck to this cock affectionately. Your husband’s would be slightly different, so enjoy this.’

“Why are you so late?” Lakshmi asked. “Why? What happened?”

“I have to go to Anita Mem Sahib’s place. As it is I am late. There is so much work.”

“Why?”

“Tomorrow Mem Sahib’s younger sister Sunita Mem Sahib is coming for two weeks.” Hearing this Bhasu started salivating again and imagining what Sunita would be like. With and without clothes.

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The Maids Hot Husband Returns

July 15th, 2009 No comments

It was August end and the heat was still unbearable. Anita’s husband Amit had to go on official tour for two days. She had just finished packing the clothes for him. Amit just could not do anything on his own. All throughout the afternoon she had been busy with the packing. Everything had to be kept vests, underwears, handkerchiefs, which shirt to wear with which trouser. Not only that it had to be explained to him as well. He had said that he would come late, have dinner and leave by the Rajdhani Express at 11 p. m.

It was now evening. After sending off the children Vipin and Varsha to play along with the neighbour’s 14 year old daughter, she heaved a sigh of relief. She stripped and had a bath, letting the cold water cool her shapely body. There was nobody in the house, so she emerged nude from the bathroom and looked at herself in the full length mirror. This was among the few vanities she permitted herself.

She was fair, slim and despite two children her breasts were still firm. A thin waist, shapely pubic hair and long hairless legs. She admired her gold necklace with the heart shaped pendant; a present from Amit. Pretty it was! Gold bangles! Four on one wrist. She had taken off the Omega watch for the bath which she usually wore on the other wrist. That was also a gift from Amit. Anklets! Yes, silver but she was thinking of buying a golden chain for them and Amit had promised her those as well. She had deliberately got very dainty toe rings made so that they would not hurt whenever she went for the morning jog with Amit. Being barefooted in the house was no problem.

Not bad at all, she said to herself. Suddenly she shuddered. The Bhasu incident! God! That was a real tough one. Thankfully he had not returned. At times she still felt that it was a nightmare. That man had violated her in the span of one hour as could not be imagined. Immediately after the incident she had thought of dismissing Lakshmi but then she had thought that Lakshmi was as much of a sufferer at the hands of her husband Bhasu as she herself had suffered so why penalize the poor lady. She opened the almirah, sprayed perfume under the arms and in the pubic area, slipped on a pair of bra and panty. She sat under the fan for a while, then got up draped a light blue cotton saree along with a matching sleeveless blouse. Anita again went to the mirror, picked up a comb and straightened her hair. She looked at her manicured hands. The nail polish was intact. No need to apply it again. She thought of applying a pinch of sindur in the parting of her hair;then thought she sould do it late. Picking up the latest issue of “Cosmopolitan” she went into the drawing room and sitting on the sofa started browsing through it.

After barely five minutes, the doorbell rang.

“Who could it be?” She thought. Surely the children could not be back so soon and Amit had said that he would be late. She got up and looked through the magic eye, but she saw nobody. Since it was still sunny outside she decided to check out the person who had rung the bell. Perhaps someone playing the prank! As soon as she opened the latch of the door a pair of powerful hands opened the door. It was Bhasu.

“Bhasu, you?”was all that escaped from her lips. Bhasu, the drunkard husband of her maid Lakshmi. Back again. And it was just now that she was feeling relieved to have perhaps seen the last of him.

“Mem Sahib. Please. ”he said closing the door behind him.

“Why have you come here?” she said in the most stern voice she could manage.

“Mem Sahib, you must be very angry with me. Please sit down. ”

He put his hands on her bare shoulders and made her sit on the sofa. Immediately Anita started wishing that she should have put on something more that would not have left her shoulders almost bare but what could be worn in this heat?

Bhasu sat on the floor where her feet were kept. With his eyes focussed on her feet, he started playing with her anklet and started speaking.

“Mem Sahib. I am very sorry for what happened last time. But what could I do? I was helpless. ”

She pulled her feet away from him. “Helpless? How?”

“Mem Sahib. I had told U that your husband fucks my wife. ”

“What rubbish?” Anita said incredulously and tried to pull her foot further away but he had got hold of it again in his grip. He kept on twirling the anklet round and round her ankle and gradually his hand started moving towards her knee.

“What are you doing, Bhasu? Leave me and go immediately. Anybody may come in any time. ” Anita said.

Bhasu acted as if he had not even heard her.

”Mem Sahib, I don’t like to fuck Lakshmi. You know her hair there are very thick. I like your style. Very pretty. I like to fuck you. ”

Anita blushed. How could she carry on talking to this man when he was so keen to discuss her pubic hair and whose comments were so lewd. His hands were now on her upper thighs.

“You said that you were sorry. ” She reminded him.

“Of course I am but what to do about this?”

He picked her foot and kept its sole on his hardening groin.

“And Mem Sahib, your nail polish is very nice. Please unzip this and play with it. ”

“No, please go. Now. ”

She tried to remove his hand which was at her panty.

“Anita. ”

His voice was suddenly rough.

“Don’t you understand the language of love? Must I always hurt you to make you do things?”

“What do you want? The last time you had said that you would not come back. ”Anita cried.

“What do I want? If you remember the last time I had told you that when I come next I do not want to see any clothes on you. You should have undressed immediately. Do it. Now. No don’t get up just as yet. Bend and unzip the fly first. ”

Grimacing Anita bent down and unzipped Bhasu’s fly.

“Please, Bhasu. Don’t start all this again. Lakshmi told me that you had improved. I……I just do not like this. ” Anita almost begged him.

“You appear to be one of those who respond only after getting hurt. Would you like a similar slap?Now pull it out. Put your hand inside and take out the cock darling. ”

Bhasu said mockingly.

Anita took his cock out. It was as frighteningly dark and thick with the loose foreskin over the hood, as she remembered it to be and was fully erect. She wondered how he managed to get an erection so soon.

“Now while you get rid of your blouse, put your pretty feet on this and play with it. ” Bhasu said.

“Why, oh why? My husband will be coming. Come some other time if you must. ” Anita was in tears.

“Some other time also I will come, darling. Don’t worry. And I know very well who comes when. Will you do it or do I have to tear it off your body?” Bhasu threatened.

As Anita unhooked the blouse, he stared at her breasts clad in the transparent bra. Hesitatingly, she unhooked the bra also and kept it on the sofa besides her. She then complied with Bhasu’s instructions and took his cock between her feet. She started pulling and releasing the foreskin. In the process precum started leaking and smeared her toes. He however kissed her toes and licked them clean.

“Now get up and strip. Don’t look so aghast. You are not a holy person whom I come to visit. I come to fuck you. Should I tell you a secret? I have fucked almost all the women where Lakshmi works. ”

What rubbish! Anita thought. It seems he has lost his bearings, but how to get rid of him.

He paused for a while drinking in Anita’s virtually nude body except for the panty.

“But, ” Bhasu carried on, “your pussy and your tight buttocks are the sexiest. Here let me help you. ” He pulled the flimsy panty down in one tug.

“Not only is your pussy the sexiest but the tightest. That is why I came back. I knew that you are not fucked regularly. By the way why do all rich women wear panty? It is so small it hides nothing. Just a bit of pussy but nothing at all in the buttocks. Lakshmi does not wear them. And this bra? It is fully netted. I see them hanging in the shops. Even when you were wearing them, your nipples could be clearly seen. You want people to see them, don’t you?”

“This man is crazy. ” Anita thought but she could not help feeling a bit of pride that after ten years of marriage and regular sex she was still tight. But felt ashamed that this praise was from someone like Bhasu.

“If you liked the compliment about your pussy, you can thank me. ” It was as if Bhasu had read her thoughts.

Anita blushed but kept quiet.

Bhasu was still sitting on the floor.

“Get rid of those tears and come closer. ”he said.

He started feeling Anita right from the feet upwards. His face he kept close to her pussy.

“Lovely smell. ” He said “You were expecting your husband or someone else?”

His hands were at her buttocks while his tongue was probing open the lips of her pussy. He tried to shove the index finger of one hand in her ass hole while the other felt her breasts.

“No, not there. ”Anita said resolutely.

“Then where, love? Oh the same lovely tits! Mmmmm! Listen, I do not need to be told what to do and what not to. ”

Bhasu said thrusting his tongue inside her pussy.

“Okay turn around and bend now. ”

“No. ”Anita remained firm.

He swiftly caught hold of one arm and twisted it so that she had to bend.

“Now spread your legs and don’t disobey me even once or you will get even more hurt than you did last time. And don’t try this drama. I know that you are enjoying this. Wow what is this? A pretty tattoo! Right on your buttocks. Went to the shop and got it done. There you don’t feel any shame undressing in front of an unknown man. ”

“No, This can be done in the home only. ”Anita protested.

“Shut up! I do not need any explanation. ” He barked.

With his fingers at the curvature of her feet he started sliding both his hands till her pussy and gave a tight whack on her bottocks.

“You know one of the reasons I come to fuck you is the shape you give to these. ”

Bhasu then pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart and saw the tiny ass hole. He tried to insert a finger but it was too tight and Anita gasped.

“Today you are not wearing the chain around your waist. Girdle, you said it was. The gold one. It went well with your body. Anyway, go and get some vaseline. ”

“No, please no. You can do it otherwise. You have done it otherwise. Why insist there?” Anita pleaded.

Bhasu laughed.

“Did I say I would do it there? Go and get it. ”

Anita hesitated.

“Come on. Be quick. As it is you walk around nude in the house so why this hestation?” Bhasu said.

She went to the bedroom leaving all her clothes in the drawing room only. As she pulled the drawer of the dressing table she saw that Bhasu was there with all her clothes and alternatively sniffing her panty and bra.

“ You want to be fucked or you want to be left alone? I will do one thing which is quite fair. Give me your finger. Hmm. Very nice” Bhasu said licking it.

Holding her hand with both of his hands he directed it towards her pussy and inserted it for a second before pulling it out. Anita’s finger was wet with her secretions. Bhasu slowly licked it clean.

“See, ” he said “You are all wet and dying to get fucked. So far as the Vaseline is there apply it liberally on your ass hole. Don’t ask me if I will fuck you there or not. It is for your own benefit. ”

“But I have fucked you so often that —— what?”Bhasu stopped.

“Not so often. ” Anita replied firmly. “You did that once and without my consent. ”

“I am so sorry. I should have done it more. Is that what you wanted to say?” Bhasu sneeringly asked.

Anita remained quiet. How could one argue with this man!

“What I was saying was that there should be some conversation between us also. So first tell me is your husband’s cock bigger than mine? Come on now, don’t feel shy. What is there to feel shy now? Or is there?”

He said making a mock attempt to put a finger up her ass hole.

“Look, if you remain quiet you will get into trouble. Did I not tell you what Lakshmi’s pussy is like. Like a jungle. And yours is like a well maintained garden. So you should also tell me about your husband’s cock. So what is his cock like?”

“ Same as yours. ”Anita mumbled.

“Not like that. Say that both our cocks are similar. But the colour must be different. Right?”

God! This time he had planned humiliation. Well, if that has to be, so be it.

“Yes, your cock and my husband’s cock are similar except for the colour. ‘she replied with a straight face.

“Good. Then you can very well imagine that he is fucking you when I get down to it. Does he fuck you daily? If you want you can also ask me whether I fuck Lakshmi daily. ”

Anita again remained quiet.

“Come on! ”Bhasu persisted.

“Not daily but every alternate day. ‘she replied truthfully.

“Say, my husband fucks me every alternate day. And look at poor me. What is my fault? Why should I get to fuck you so rarely? Is it fair?Look what a shame for a pretty lady. The cock is losing its erection. Get down to sucking it immediately. ”

There was absolutly no way out. Last time he did the job and got away. This time he has hundreds of queries in addition to the fucking part.

As she bent down, Bhasu said “First tease it with your nipples. They are so erect I just don’t feel like ignoring them. Lakshmi’s are all black but yours are so chocolatey in colour. ”

This constant comparison with Lakshmi was getting on Anita’s nerves. She bent and made her nipples touch his cock briefly and before he could say much she took the head in her mouth. After the previous incident she had got over her inhibitions about sucking and getting the discharge in her mouth. Even Amit had been surprised. Pleasantly.

“Yes, that is better. ” He caught hold of her hair with one hand and started the rhythm. She too cooperated hoping that he would discharge soon and go away. Without her knowledge he had smeared his fingers and the thumb with the vaseline that she had brought. Slowly he took his index finger of the other hand at the tip of her ass hole and suddenly thrust it in slightly.

Anita started to get up but her hair were in his hand.

“See, no problem, whatsoever. This hole has also been given for men to insert their cocks. For instance at times there may be two men wanting to fuck you at the same time. And you can oblige them. But if you don’t like this I will do something else. Leave the cock or would you like to carry on sucking it?Lie on the bed, fold your legs, the soles of your feet should be in the air, the knees close to your tits, arms apart. If you move your arms I will break your teeth. Don’t think I have come here to fool around. ”He said threateningly.

Bhasu placed himself between her legs, his cock at the entry of her pussy. He then started licking the nape of her neck, right upto her ear. After that he thrust his tongue inside her ear, brought it over her lips, licked the upper lip very slowly, sucked the lower lip, then pried open her mouth with his tongue and thrust his tongue inside. This time he appeared to be an expert in titillating Anita.

“Give me your tongue. ”he whispered.

Anita’s body was on fire. She was wondering why Bhasu was not doing what he had come to do. Why was he not fucking her? Why this tease? Did he want her to beg? Oh God, what did he want?

She did not have to be told to give him her tongue. They both sucked at each other’s tongues wildly. This time he did not taste all that foul either. All the while his hands were at her armpits, gently pulling the sparse hair. Now he focussed his attention on to her nipples. First he blew at them and then encircled the aerol with his tongue alternating between one nipple and the other. He kept on doing this till the nipples were fully erect. Even now he gently flicked his tongue over them but did not take them in his mouth.

Anita wanted to move her hands, pull his head on to her nipples but when she attempted he repeated the warning. She desperately wanted him to suck them. They were aching with anticipation and with constant teasing. All the realisation that he was Lakshmi’s husband was forgotten. His cock was still where it was: with leaking precum at the entry of her pussy.

Suddenly Bhasu got up.

“Last time I had fucked you. This time you are at liberty to fuck me. I will lie on the bed. You will sit on me. Yes, you can take the cock in your pussy, bend and tease me with your nipples. ”

Anita was in a dilemma. Should she sit on his cock? She again saw it. It was dark and reddish. She herself was fair and pink. He had already fucked her. Did once more make any difference? As it is she was dying to be fucked. On the other hand what about the vows that she and Amit had taken together?Should she knowingly and willingly get fucked by another man and that too a maid’s husband. If it was forcible sex it could be condoned but could she herself take it inside her pussy. That was the right of only Amit.

“Come on, come on. I don’t have all evening even if you do. All the other Mem Sahibs get fucked immediately and you are acting so pricey. Don’t tell me that you have not been fucked before by anybody else. I know these rich types. Lakshmi herself told me that she has seen photographs of you almost nude on the beach where there are so many people. ”

God! Lakshmi had seen the album when at Amit’s insistence she had worn that bikini that had been purchased from Mumbai. She had been extremely self conscious initially but gradually had enjoyed being the cynosure of all eyes. Even Amit was very happy.

She sat on his stomach and bent to offer him her nipples. Her cock was near her stomach and since it was at full erection it was touching her belly button.

“Place your feet in my armpits. I like to feel pretty feet near me and yours are so pretty. Nail polished, anklets and toe rings. You wear toe rings because you are married? Good girl! I thought so. See how lousy Lakshmi is! Who can get an erection with her by the side?”

Anita could feel the precum leaking from his cock and sticking to her stomach right down to her pubic hair. He again did not take the nipple in his mouth, but kept on nibbling lightly at the nipples.

A phone call disturbed them. Anita picked up the cordless phone to answer it. As she said “hello” he bit her nipple. As Anita gasped, he tried to lift her hips up with both his hands. Their eyes met and somehow an unsaid agreement was reached. She did not resist but went along with the pressure applied by Bhasu and cooperated in lifting her hips. He aimed his cock at the pussy and left her. She sat down on it and it slipped in so smoothly that Anita felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted off her. Due to her weight it went deep inside her and almost touched the cervix. Anita gasped. She disconnected the phone without even listening as to who was at the other end and experienced an orgasm even without the strokes. This was sheer bliss.

“Don”t squeeze my cock. ”

Bhasu said mockingly. He caught hold of both of her breasts and squeezed them. With the pressure of his hands he made her take a few strokes by rising and falling on his cock in which she cooperated by picking her pussy away and falling on him. This made a plonk noise and embedded his cock fully inside her pussy each time she came down on it. It was a wonderful sight in the mirror. His thick dark tool virtually disappearing in the folds of Anita’s creamy pussy.

He again dislodged her, made her lie down, kept one foot on his shoulder and thrust his cock again into her slippery pussy.

“Know why I did this? So that you can also see in the mirror how my cock disappears inside you. Like it? Think it is dark? Doesn’t matter. You like it. I am sure your husband has a fair cock. And you don’t like it? Oh you do, okay? When I said you were tight I meant that your pussy unrolls my foreskin and permits the cock only. In loose ones the entire thing goes. ”He kept on rambling.

His hands were at her nipples pulling them. Soon they were back at her ass cheeks pulling them apart. After a few strokes of fulling withdrawing the cock and again pushing it in to the hilt they both approached a common orgasm. They shuddered and held one another tightly. Finally he shot a squirt of sperm inside her and suddeenly loosened himself.

Even in that heavenly state with Bhasu’s cock deep inside her, Anita hoped that this time she would be as lucky as the last time and not get pregnant. Please God, she sent a silent prayer.

Spent they both lay there quietly for five minutes.

“If you must lie here all naked please do so by all means but I have to go. ” Bhasu said.

Shocked she looked at the watch. It was 6. 45 p. m. The children would be back any time. She rushed into the bathroom and washed herself of all the stickiness and the saliva. Her clothes were outside so she emerged naked after patting herself dry. Bhasu was sitting in the drawing room fully clothed. He was playing with her panty.

“I am taking this with me. It will remind me of your smell. ”

He said matter of factly.

“And yes, if you want things to be even tell your husband that he is most welcome to fuck Lakshmi. ”

He came close to her, licked both her nipples, then sucked them till they were erect again, and winked at her.

“You are so shameless! Standing in the drawing room and getting your nipples sucked by a man not your husband! What if somebody can see you from the other building? Anyway you will wait for me. Won’t you? I knew that you wanted to be fucked but your husband’s invisible presence was holding you back. I helped you, did I not by taking the initiative and again fucking you whereas you were supposed to do it this time?”

Anita found her voice. “I never said that I would do it. And people don’t peep here. ”

“Sure, you didn’t. And because people don’t peep you don’t mind getting your tits sucked. Oh, I should have known. They don’t peep that is why you sleep and move around naked. Now just turn around and bend if you want me to leave quickly. ”

As Anita turned around he quickly inserted a full finger in her ass.

“Oooh. ” She virtually screamed.

He had unzipped his fly and quickly thrust his cock replacing the finger inside her ass, placed his hands at her pubic bone and pulled. It went in gradually.

“See, no trouble at all. ” He again withdrew and thrust it in.

The sensation that Anita was feeling was very unusual but not unpleasant. It somehow filled her totally.

After a few thrusts, he however withdrew it and zipped his fly.

“Next time. Meanwhile you can try it with your husband. It will just smoothen the passage. I like it because it is tighter. Always tighter than pussies. ”

Anita was still trying to come to terms with the fact this huge cock had entered her ass. She heard the click of the door as he left.

What was that Bhasu had said. She was dying to get fucked and he had helped her. Perhaps he was right. She felt a bit ashamed at her own weakness. Anyway what had happened had happened. She again went into the bathroom and washed all her private parts thoroughly. She wondered whether he really fucked everyone. Liar! And how cunningly he had shoved his cock in her ass! She smiled alone. But it was good that vaseline had been liberally applied or it could have been painful. It was also good that Amit was leaving otherwise he would be wondering as to why her nipples were all red. She would certainly try out on Amit all that she had learnt today.

The clock struck seven. There was no time to lose. She hurriedly fumbled in the Almirah for a panty. Within five minutes she had put on her saree, applied a pinch of sindur in the parting of her hair, some light lipstick and was waiting for the children and her husband.

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