Shaping up to be a good day

Good day so far, and this long weekend’s shaping well. Had a terrific early-morning 45-minute full-on session with Sonu. We went out for our long walk, came back to her place very sweaty and she was already horny. We’d hardly got in through the door and she was ripping off her kurta and salvar and kicking off her shoes and pulling my soaked tee shirt up and pulling down my track pants and jock strap and going down to suck my cock. I was hard within seconds and I fucked her face hard for several minutes till she stopped and got up and made me lift her up and fuck her in the standing position with her back slammed against the wall of her entrance corridor. I had my hands under her buttocks and her legs were wrapped around my hips, her arms around my shoulders and I banged away as hard as I could. Her cunt was very wet and she cried out, jerking and pushing her hips hard against mine and crying out fuck me fuck me fuck me. We slammed into the narrow little unit they use for storing footwear and I rested her butt on it and held her legs apart and fucked her even harder.

“On the table!” she gasped. “Fuck me on the table!”

So I carried her — still with her cunt shafted by my cock — the few steps across to her glass dining table and set her down on her back on it. She spread her legs wide apart and I pushed out two chairs so she could rest her feet on them and I stood between her legs and held her hips and began fucking her again with renewed energy. She gasped and cried out, jerking and rocking on the table, her breasts bouncing heavily, her face turned to one side.

By this time, her naukars had woken up — we were being pretty noisy, so it would have been hard for them not to hear us — and all three came out to watch. They know the rules now: no interfering unless we say so. They can watch but no more. Hitesh is out of town, otherwise he’d have been watching us too, same rules. The three naukars were all in shorts and nothing else. The youngest of the lot, Waman, was already masturbating.

“Shall we get the lads into the mix?” I gasped while thrusting my cock in and out of her flesh.

She moaned her assent and I laughed and nodded to them. Vinod immediately took her arms and pulled them up over her head. Waman moved in and pushed his cock at her face and she lifted her head and began sucking it. Ashok, the oldest — and best — of the lot waited patiently. He went into the kitchen and brought out some butter.

I paused and carefully moved around the rectangular table so she was lying across its width and not its length now. Her hips were at one edge and I was still fucking her, holding her legs up, my hands under her knees. Her head was over the other side and now Waman stood over her face and pushed his cock into her mouth, her face upside down between his legs. Vinod came up and began sucking on her boobs. She was moaning and whimpering frantically.

One by one the three servants fucked her mouth and when they were all nice and hard I yielded so that they could take turns fucking her. She was sizzling now, totally on fire. They weren’t sharing her and they moved her body again down the length of the table, but in the other direction from where I’d started. Each guy stood between his memsahib‘s legs and shoved his dark cock into her cunt, fucking her steadily. None of them were rushing it. I sat at the opposite end, kissing her and fondling her breasts. She was ecstatic. I let them go on, two rounds each, and then a third from behind with her standing on the floor and bent over the table and me holding her hands in mine and gasping as she rocked back and forth, her swollen breasts bouncing and jiggling. I could hear their thighs whacking against her buttocks. They were fucking her harder now. I took my final turn after the last of them had done, fucked her cunt and then, slathering my cock with butter and shoving a good thick dollop of it up her ass, fucked her gaand. She went wild, clenching the side of the table and shrieking softly as I ground my cock up into her ass. The naukars stood around, masturbating rapidly. She was into her fourth or fifth orgasm already and then, when I was ready, I pulled out of her and pulled her off the table. The four of us stood around her, jerking off; she jerked two cocks, one in each hand, sucked a third, took turns. We all began cumming, more or less together and it was a huge flood of cum. We shot it all over her, straight into her mouth and over her face and tits and into her hair. There was so much her eyes gummed shut with it. She smiled happily, swallowing what she could, then scooping the rest off her face and body and licking that up as well.

When I pulled on my clothes and left, she was still at it. Ashok was sitting on one of the chairs and she was on her feet, bent over him, sucking his cock while Vinod knelt behind her and tongue-fucked her. I knew she was good for another round with all of them. This is how she loves starting her day.

Sunita

Back home I showered, shaved, and then called for Sunita. She’s the maid who’s been with us longest and she’s the one who looks after all my needs — sews my buttons, makes sure there’s money in my wallet and my shoes are shined, that the food is to my liking and that I have a woman always nearby. She’s not very good looking, but she has a lovely body, excellent posture, a really sexy back — that dipped in spine, curving smoothly — and a smooth, hairless body. She’s dusky and slender with a long neck, full breasts and a trim waist. Her manner is very quiet and gentle. She’s also without doubt the best cock-sucker I know, and that’s saying a lot. She doesn’t do that absurd porn-film gagging thing. She takes her time, sucks slowly and with lots of tongue-play, masturbates the cock gently and the pressure is phenomenal.

I was just out of the shower, a thick towel wrapped around my waist and nothing else when she answered my call. She smiled gently when she saw me, and, as she always does, ducked her head shyly, her lips slightly parted, her tongue pressed to her upper lip. She didn’t need to be told. She came up close, slid one arm around my neck and tilted her face under mine. Her other hand went down my body, undoing the towel and she took my cock. I slid the pallu of her sari off her shoulder. Her low-necked, low-back blouse came off and the sari was soon gone, and her tight bra and little panties. I slid my finger down between her legs. She keeps her cunt shaved because she knows I like that, and it was already wet. I finger-fucked her briefly and she bit her lower lip and choked back a moan, bending her head back.

She took control of it because she knows I like it that way with her. She pushed me back gently onto the bed, my legs over the edge and knelt on the floor and began sucking my cock. It felt like heaven, the way she used her tongue and teeth and lips, the tiny tickles, the warm sweeping caresses, the flickering touches of her tongue, the sharp suction-like feel, then the quick release and her tongue working the slit in my cock-head as if trying to extract my cum. I held her head gently, caressing her face, my fingertips at her lips, enjoying the feeling of my cock going in and out of her mouth.

She could have sucked me to a full-on cum and I wouldn’t have minded. I never stop her. She has control, so she decides. Sometimes she goes all the way till I can’t hold back and makes me cum in her mouth, swallows it all, and then sucks me till I am hard again. But not today. She stopped and came up over me, her breasts scraping against my body, till her face was over mine, her mangalsutra hard between our bodies, and kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth and biting my lower lip.

“Fuck me, saheb,” she murmured into my mouth, speaking in Marathi. ”Chodha mala …”

I felt her hand between us, taking my cock and suddenly her warm, wet, tight cunt was encasing my cock, taking it in fully. I gasped as it clutched tight on my cock and she held me and gently rolled so that I was on top of her. Her knees bent and her legs spread and she lifted her hips high, pressing them against mine, tightening her cunt expertly so that it held my cock firmly. She smiled gently up at me, her hands caressing my back and going down to my buttocks. Her breasts were flattened against my chest; I could feel the hardness of her mangalsutra scraping between our bodies. She teased my buttocks open and gently slid her middle finger between them. I was forced to unflex my buttocks. Her finger pressed to my anus and with a low moan, I yielded and she slid it in, all the way to the knuckle. It felt like heaven and I lowered my face to hers and kissed her gently, slipping my tongue into her mouth. There is, with Sunita, a sense of comfort and familiarity and belonging that restores me; the way her body so easily takes my cock inside it, the way it curves and moulds to mine; the unquestioning, unconditional giving I get from her.

I broke the kiss and rose slightly, balancing on my forearms and began fucking her, moving my hips slowly up and down, stroking my cock gently in and out of her cunt. It feels good like this, savouring the increasing tightness of her cunt as my big cock invades her deeply, then the slow release as I begin to pull back. She smiled happily under me. Her hips moved in perfect unison with mine, no rush, no crashing, just a slow, wave-like undulation so that her hips rose as mine dipped, then fell back as mine rose. It was an extraordinary feeling, intense, warm, enveloping.

We hit a slow, unhurried rhythm. I kissed her again, enjoying my exploration of her mouth with my tongue, savouring her explorations of mine. Her hands were now caressing my back and arms. Her green glass bangles tinkled softly, and I could hear the soft jingle of her silver anklets.

Not for the first time, I sent up a silent prayer for my immense good fortune. Any guy would consider himself to have even one fuck with a woman like her. I have her whenever I want; she never says no. And there’s a long, long line of maids if I feel I want someone different: Leela, Usha, Bhavana, Hansa, Kamala and Nalini among the older ones, Suman, Rajshri, Anita, Kavita among the younger ones. To say nothing of all the other women, the memsahibs and the women at the service …

Our tongues were doing a slow dance in each other’s mouths. Without warning, I lifted my hips high and slammed myself into her. She gasped and arched sharply, a small cry erupting from her throat. I did it again. She moaned. Another one, and a fourth and then I went back to the slow rhythm. She gasped softly, and her eyes danced with pleasure.

“Sunita.”

“Hm?”

“How come you never say no to me?”

She frowned, genuinely puzzled. “Why would I want to say no to you? You’re my saheb, and I do as you ask. Whatever pleases you.”

“But I’ve never forced you!”

“You’ve never had to, silly.” She slapped me affectionately on my cheek.

I grinned. “And it doesn’t bother you that I also fuck other women?”

She frowned again. ”Arré baba, what’s got into you suddenly with all these strange questions? Of course it doesn’t!”

She stopped our movements and, holding me still, gently pushed at me. I shifted my weight sideways slowly and we rolled over so that, with my cock still in her cunt, I was now on my back and she was on her knees astride me. She smiled down at me. I cupped her succulent, swollen breasts with their long, stiff nipples set in very dark areoles. She bent her head and kissed me again and then slowly lifted one of her breasts to my lips.

“Besides,” she murmured, rocking her cunt slowly back and forth on my cock, “if you didn’t fuck other women, you wouldn’t be you, would you?”

I laughed softly, caressing her body. “But I still don’t get it,” I persisted. “Sometimes, when I ask you, aren’t you not in the mood? Don’t you feel like saying no?”

“Uff! Stop being a complete idiot!” she cried and I loved her for this, for giving up the sahib-naukrani role and treating me like her equal. “What gives you pleasure gives me pleasure and it pleases me to please you. How difficult is it to understand that? Even for a dumbo like you?”

“Dumbo?” (She actually said murakh). “Lots of people have called me lots of things, but never that!”

“And yet here you are, asking me murakh questions. Gadhav! Donkey! Now are we going to fuck or keep talking nonsense? You’d better hurry up. I’ve got lots of work to do and haven’t got all day, you know!”

I burst out laughing and she joined me. Her eyes glittered and now she pulled her feet forward and spread her legs so that she was in a squat over my hips, in the position servants use when they’re squatting on the floor and, say, using that wooden-board coconut grater. Her heels were under her buttocks and she leaned forward, her hands on my chest and now she began moving her hips up and down along the length of my cock-shaft. She started with an easy, almost casual action, her face glowing with pleasure, her swollen breasts bobbing gently. I held her hips and waited; I knew what to expect. For a time, I held my own hips still, letting her do all the work. She drew her lower lip between her teeth then, and now she quickened the pace, moving faster, her buttocks bouncing off my thighs. Still I waited. She gasped as she thrust down hard on my cock, taking it deep in her cunt, and her head arched back, her long neck craning.

“Move, you fucker!” she cried out. ”Chul! Chodh mala … chul, chutiya! Chodh mala! Fuck me!”

I laughed softly and, timing it perfectly — which doesn’t always happen, by the way — heaved up into her just as she sent her hips crashing down. My cock slammed up hard into her cunt and she cried out and now we were bucking together, my hips slamming up and down under her at the same feverish tempo as hers. Her body tossed on my hips, her breasts bouncing heavily now, her mangalsutra flying wildly, slapping on her skin and flapping off it. I pushed my hands behind her and now it was my turn to split her buttocks open and shove a finger into her anus. She cried out, her face contorting in delight. Her cunt spasmed violently on my cock. Immediately, I pulled her down, thrust up into her and held her still. She moaned, her hips twitching, grinding sexily back and forth. Her cunt clamped tight on my throbbing cock. Her orgasm peaked, then ebbed. I waited for it to pass. She moaned and moved back onto her knees and slowly let her body sink over mine. I held her above me, caressing her back and the back of her neck. She moaned. My cock was still rock-hard inside her. Her teeth bit my shoulder gently, then my earlobe, and then her lips were on mine again, her tongue slithering into my mouth. I slid my hands down her smooth back to her buttocks.

She lifted her head and looked at me and I smiled as I saw the question begin in her eyes: don’t you have to go to work?

“What day is it today, d’you know?”

She thought for a moment and then her face lit up. “I forgot. It’s Saturday. Shanivar.”

“Yes. Saturday. No office, no rush.”

She pretended to pout, stuck her tongue out at me. “That doesn’t mean you can keep fucking me all day, you know!”

I laughed. “Actually, it means exactly that. What pleases me pleases you, remember? You said that. Just minutes ago.”

“You’re a real chutiya sometimes, you know that?”

I grinned. “Absolutely. And proud of it. C’mon … suck my cock again.”

It took another hour before I was done with her. I made her suck my cock. We sixty-nined with her on top, then with me on top. She was ready for me within minutes and I tormented her, toying with her breasts and cunt, caressing her legs and toes and fingertips till I had her chanting a litany of obscenities, begging me to fuck her. I made her mount me with her back to me, bucking furiously up and down on my cock while I finger-fucked her ass from behind. She came again and now I made her suck my cock again, kneeling on the floor while I stood with one foot on the bed, the other on the floor and fucked her mouth for several minutes. Finally I moved to the position I liked best, from behind with her standing on the floor and bent over the bed, her arms outstretched and hands on the bed, facing the wall of mirrors in front of us. I crushed my cock into her and took my time over it, holding her slender waist and flared hips and rocking her body back and forth before me. She whimpered thickly, her voice now hoarse and guttural, one obscenity pouring over the other. I ended with a long and slow butt-fuck, squeezing my cock into her ass and forcing her torso lower onto the bed on her forearms, stroking heavily in and out of her. She thrashed frantically on the bed, her slender fingers tearing at the sheets, her face contorted, shrieking loudly and begging me not to stop, to keep fucking her gaand. I felt her orgasm again and finally I relented, pulling out of her. She turned at once and began sucking me, pumping my shaft and doing wicked things to my cock-head with her tongue and lips and teeth till I couldn’t hold back any more. She opened her mouth under my cock and I held her head fast with my hand at her throat and under her face, forcing her mouth open and shot my wad into her mouth, crying out. Cum flooded her mouth and spattered her face and breasts. When I was done, she moaned, closing her mouth, swallowing what she held in it, wiping the rest off her face and licking that too and then slowly took my cock in her mouth and sucked me clean.

As I said, it’s shaping up to be a good day.