Fucking Usha

I groan in pleasure, slowly squeezing my buttocks and sliding my hips forward. My cock crushes into Usha’s cunt. Her moan is loud and long, her head rising. Deeper and deeper I go. Her cunt is very wet, very tight. I can feel it squeezing and convulsing on my throbbing cock.

She’s on her hands and knees before me. I grip her hips and push in even further till I am balls deep inside her. Her moan subsides. She gasps softly, thickly.

“Like it?” I say. “Like my cock in your cunt, whore?”

“Yes!” she gasps. “It feels so good sahib! It’s so big!” And then, after a brief pause. “Say that again.”

“What?”

“What you called me just now. Say it again.”

“Whore. Rundi. Rahnd. Slut. Tharki.”

“Yes!” she goes. “Oh god yes…”

“Beg for it, whore,” I grunt.

“Fuck me, sahib!” she moans, lifting her head. “Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore!”

I straighten my back. On my knees behind the maid, my hands on her hips, I begin fucking the maid. I rock my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt in long, deep, unhurried thrusts. She moans and cries out, her fair-skinned body rocking to and fro under mine. Her large breasts are swollen with excitement, her nipples stiff in puckered areoles. She moans and gasps in pleasure.

“Yes … ohma uh hanh uhhh yes … hanh … chodha mala hoi sahib … jorat chodha!” she goes.

I grip her buttocks now, creasing them open. Her puckered dark anus winks at me. I am considering fucking her up the ass. Whether she likes it or not.

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It’s been brewing a long time. Sunita, our senior maid, and Mala cooked up a crazy plan to keep Usha hankering but unsated. They made sure she got to see me fucking Sunita, and her son Amol fucking Mala, and, a few days later, me fucking the other maid Leela and her son, Nikhil, fucking Mala and then Sunita. The boys were in on it too, teasing her, fondling her, groping her, but not giving her any action. And we made sure that while she saw me fucking the women she didn’t get close enough to see my cock; but close enough to hear them shrieking in pleasure. We even let her spy on Mala and me going at it like crazy animals, slamming out bodies violently against each other.

I’m working out in the home gym when she comes in to sweep and mop. I’m pumped up, sweating, dressed only in my skin-tight Lycra gym shorts and nothing else. My cock shows prominently, tucked as usual to the left, a big long bulge. She pauses, watching me. I keep at it, winding down now.

She’s very attractive, and obviously sexed up. She’s fair-skinned and has sharp, well-defined features, and could have been an upper caste woman. Her nose is fine and straight and she has a gold stud in her left nostril. Her lips are wide and slim, her teeth even and strong. Her belly is slightly rounded, but firm. She wears a sari, a long gold necklace, red glass and gold bangles and gold ear studs. A bindi dots her forehead. Her blouse is cut very short and very tight, the lower hem hard under her fleshy breasts. The bottom two hooks are open and split very wide apart, the ends stretched to under where her nipples must be. The neck is wide and low and dips deep between her breasts. She has abandoned wearing an inner petticoat. She puts down the bucket and stoops over it, bending from the waist. The left side of her sari’s pallu pulls back, and the whole pallu falls loose. I have a good gander down her cleavage. She doesn’t make an attempt to pull it across her chest.

I turn my eyes away, fire off a rapid 50 push ups and another 50 crunches and then ease on my back in shavasana, arms and legs spread, the sweat streaming off my body. I can feel her close. She’s started in one corner and worked her way down. She’s near me when she stops, wringing the mop in the bucket.

I open my eyes and catch hers. She catches mine. I see her eyes slide down my body to my crotch.

“See anything you like, Usha?” I say softly.

She smiles. “It seems to be my fate, only to see things I like. Never to have them.”

“We make our own fate.” I am looking openly at her breasts now. “I see things I like and I am prepared to have them. Now. But only if you wish it too.”

“I have wished it since the day I came and saw … saw you … and … Sunita … and the others …”

“Well. You’re here. You see something you like. I’m here. I see something I like. We have this room to ourselves.”

She drops to her knees beside me. I lift my hand and cup her face. I slide the pallu of her sari off her shoulder. Her breasts are magnificent, juicy and heavy and squeezed together in a tantalising cleavage. I drag my hand down into the vee of her blouse and thumb the hooks open. Her tight blouse splits open. Her breasts bounce out. I cup one. She bites her lower lip and moans. It is already turgid and her long nipples are already stiff. She puts a hand on my sweating chest and runs it down my hard belly. Her hand travels down my shorts. Her fingers caress the contours of my cock.

“You’re very … big,” she breathes.

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen a man so big.”

She is caressing it openly. I fondle her breasts and caress her face, pull it down to mine. The kiss is long and slow. I feel her tongue in mine. I slide my hand down her back and pull at the tucked-in sari pleats. The whole garment loosens. She yanks out the front pleats. It falls free. She is naked under it. Her cunt is smoothly shorn. I slide my hand between her legs. She turns her body and slowly pulls down my shorts. My cock bounces out, long and thick and uncut, not yet hard, still over seven inches long. It will grow, topping out at eight and a quarter. Well above the national average.

She takes it in her hand and starts masturbating me. It’s not her first time. She knows what she’s about.

“Chokhu ka?” she asks. “Shall I suck it?”

Is that a question.

I put my hand on the back of her head for an answer and push it down. I grunt softly as I feel her slide back my foreskin and sweep her tongue over my cock-head. A moment later she’s sucking me, holding my thickening shaft in two finger and a thumb at the base, her head and shoulders rising and falling over my cock. Her mouth feels good on it, warm and moist, and she knows how to use her tongue. I fondle her back and breasts and buttocks. She squirms. My cock grows rapidly and I can hear her slurping loudly on it. I spurt pre-cum. She doesn’t stop. I can feel the stickiness dribbling from her mouth down my cock-shaft and onto her fingers. She pauses and I crane my neck and see thick sticky strands of pre-cum between her lips and my cock-head. She draws it into her mouth, swallows it, and goes back to sucking my cock, pausing only to lick the undershaft and suckle my balls. That feels good. She holds my cock upright and moves her head back up to my glistening, smooth cock-head. Her eyes tilt up to mine as she winds her tongue around it. I grin at her. She moans and lifts her head and opens her mouth and starts sucking it again, now taking more and more of it in her mouth, gurgling as it fills her mouth. More and more, and she comes up for air with a loud popping sound, more pre-cum and her spittle drenching my cock-shaft, sucks it again.

“Tu chokhat raha.”

She stops and looks up at me. “Until now, I’ve never been able to suck a cock for so long,” she says. “Most guys make me stop in a minute or two. Aata paryent mi itka vel lund chokhu shakli nahin. Bakiche manoos mala ek-don mintat thambavtat.”

“You like sucking cock?”

“I love it.”

“Then keep sucking till you’ve had enough.”

“Mm,” she says and goes back to it.

She’s on her knees and I fondle her pendulous breasts and then slide a hand between her thighs and slowly push my middle finger into her wet cunt and start finger-fucking her. She groans, her fist curled around my cock, her head and shoulders rising and falling. Her tongue and mouth feel incredibly good on my cock.

She stops after several minutes more. I don’t guide her. She decides. She turns with her back to me and squats with her feet outside my hips, and, holding my cock in one hand between her legs, slowly lowers her cunt on it.

She does it like it’s an impaling.

My bulging cock-head pops into her cunt and she pauses, her hips suspended and I hear her cry out sharply and gasp, and then she hisses, a sexy feral sound and slowly, her moan rising, pushes her cunt all the way down onto it till her buttocks are on my thighs and my balls are at her cunt-lips.

“AH! uhhh OHH! Hssssssss … uhhhhhh OhhhhHHHHHHHHHuhhOHHHHH!”

She cups my balls in her fingers and squeezes them. I wait. I haven’t touched her body yet. I crane my neck to watch, fascinated.

She begins to move, her hands on my calves, rocking her hips and buttocks up and down. She moves slowly at first, and I am mesmerized by the sight of her buttocks rising, her cunt extruding the pole of my cock, and then descending, my cock-shaft vanishing between the creamy lobes of her buttocks into her cunt. Several strokes on, she gathers speed, her cries rising and now I hold her buttocks and move her cunt faster and faster up and down on my cock, making her throw her head back and cry out loudly. Her cunt is very hot, very tight, very wet.

Without letting her slide off my cunt, I bend my knees and smoothly flex them back, and using the muscles I’ve trained so hard, lift myself to an upright kneeling position behind her, tipping her forward onto her hands. She gasps. I start fucking her from behind, holding her hips and thrusting my own swiftly back and forth.

In the full-length mirror before us — there are several around the gym, of course — I savour the reflection of her body rocking and jerking on all fours before me. Her face is suffused with lust. Her gold necklace swings back and forth. Her swollen breasts are pendulous and then jump and bounce sexily. I slide my hands under her body and squeeze them and bend over her smooth back. She turns her face over her shoulder and I kiss her deeply, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue. She moans and slides her front down onto her forearms and I swing my legs up one by one till I am straddling her hips in a low squat, my wrists crossed, my hands steepled in her lower back. I move her body back and forth under mine as I swing my hips to and fro in an easy rhythm, enjoying the tight clench of her cunt.

“OHHHH uhh OH uh OH uh OH uh OH uh OHHH uh OHMA uh hoh uhh sahib hoh UHHH OHHH!” Usha cries.

I push her body down further so that her shoulders are on the floor and grab her arms and pull them back, holding her wrists in my hands behind her. She is pinned under me.

“This is how I fuck my whores!” I grunt. “Hard. Deep. You like being fucked hard, rundi?”

“Yes!” she says in Marathi. “Oh god yes … fuck me! Fuck me harder, sahib! Fuck me like a whore! Fuck my cunt … oh god you’re cock’s so big … so hard! Ahhhhh uhhhh oh god uh ohhhhhhhh uhh ohhhhhhhh!”

I hold her wrists in one hand and grab her by the thick hair bun and pull up her head. I’m now slamming my hips back and forth and she’s shrieking loudly as my cock pillages her cunt.

I ease out of her. She moans and gasps, panting. I get to my knees and pull her up, being none too gentle about it, and hold her head in my hands and push my cock into her mouth again. She gurgles on my cock and then begins sucking it. Her face and neck and breasts are shiny with my pre-cum.

There’s a workout bench nearby and I drag it closer and go down on my back on it. The upper back is hinged and angled at about 45 degrees — I just used it for dumbbell lifts. I go down on it on my back, my legs spread and feet on the floor. My hips are at the edge of the lower part. Standing, her breasts looking heavy and hot, her gold chain dangling, Usha bends forward from the waist and sucks my cock. I hold her head in my hands and move it up and down on my cock.

Again, I wait for her to decide. She lifts her head and slides up my body, panting, rubbing her swollen breasts against my hard, sweating torso. She straddles my hips. This time, her cunt quickly slips down around my cock. I grunt in pleasure at the tightness of it. She bends over me and her open mouth meets mine. I can taste my cum on her lips and tongue. She begins moving her hips up and down, running her cunt along the length of my cock-shaft. I let her do the work for a bit and then I grab her hips and hold them up and start hammering my own furiously up and down. Her head snaps back and she cries out, her body jerking and tossing on my lap as my cock thunders in and out of her cunt, pistoning viciously, my cock-head rebounding off the back wall of her cunt. Her breasts and gold necklace toss and swing over my body. Her breasts bounce heavily. I yank her cunt down hard on my cock and hold still.

She moans, lifting her body, tilting her face back, eyes closed. Her hands run up her body to her breasts. She runs her tongue over her upper lip, lifts her breasts and squeezes them.

“Oh god sahib … nobody’s ever fucked me like this!” she gasps.

I’m not done. Far from it. I slide her off my cunt and on her back on the bench, lowering the backrest till it’s flat, and her head is hanging over the side. Her body is stretched out on it, her legs forked, feet on the floor. I squat over her upside down face and push my cock into her mouth, and stretch out to fondle her breasts. She moans, sucking my cock deeply, her chin and lower lip curved on the upper side of my shaft. My balls press against her nose as I push my cock deeper into her mouth. She gurgles on it. Fresh pre-cum trickles from her mouth and runs back along her face. She doesn’t take her mouth off my cock. Her hand goes down between her legs and she starts masturbating, her middle finger going in and out of her cunt. It looks lovely, with her bangled wrist moving heavily to and fro.

Now it is my turn to decide. Still with her head over one side and her hips at the other, I go around and get between her legs. I finger-fuck her with two fingers, being none too gentle about it. She gasps and her hips jerk and bounce on the bench. I go into a half squat, holding the position effortlessly, and squeeze my cock into her cunt. Deeper and deeper I go and she gasps and cries out, arching on the bench, her hands gripping the sides as her hips rise to greet mine.

“OHHHHHHhuhhOHHHmauhhhOHHHHHHH!” she cries as I go in balls deep.

I grab her legs under her knees and pull them apart and high and start fucking her hard, rocking my hips back and forth in a deep, skewering, crushing rhythm. Her cries are high and shrill, music to my ears. Her body jerks with my thrusts, her gorgeous breasts bouncing, describing wildly erotic circular motions. Her mouth is wide open, her head still upside down. She lifts her head, craning her neck, gasping, panting, crying out.

“Ohhh uh hanh uh hanh uh hanh uhhhh ahhh uhh ahhhh uhh ahhhhh uhhh OH sahib hanh uhhhh OHHHHH!” she goes.

I unbend my knees and draw her hips up with mine. Her body is angled downward, supported on her shoulders and neck, with her hips aloft, in the air. I hold her thighs tight on either side of my hips and plunder her cunt at will. She shrieks loudly as I go even deeper. Her hands are over her head clenching the legs of the bench.

More. I ease her down and order her turn around and bend over. I’m going to fuck you from behind, like a bitch in heat, I say.

Usha moans, sounding almost drunken and delirious with ecstasy. She has her forearms on the bench, her feet on the floor, her butt raised. I raid her cunt, astride her hips, thrusting in hard and slamming my cock in and out of her cunt. She cries out, her body jerking back and forth, her gold necklace swinging, her breasts bouncing. Her cunt is in spasms on my cock.

And then I fuck her ass. I lube it with my spit. She feels my cock-head at her ass. Before she can protest, I am through, my cock-head in her rear channel and the rest of my cock gliding in and her moan escalates to a choking gasp and then a shrill, high, wail as I sodomize my maid slowly and deeply and thoroughly. I shove my hand under her belly and finger-fuck her cunt. She orgasms violently and I feel her anal passage convulsing on my cock. I take her ass one more time, with her on her back on the bench, her legs raised high, her ankles in my hands. The breath rattles from her throat. She can hardly breathe. She orgasms again as I keep sliding and grinding my cock in and out of her ass.

It’s time. I slide out of her and scoot around and push my cock back into her mouth. She sucks it almost gratefully. I make her keep her mouth open as I stroke my cock. My jizz roils up and I let go at last, groaning in pleasure and then grunting in delight as I watch my hot, sticky cum shoot into her mouth and all over her face and neck and breasts. I scoop some into her mouth and make her swallow. She moans, taking it all.

I step back, grinning.

“Good fuck. There’s a lot more of that now.”

I walk over to the wall and press the intercom.

“Amol, Deepak,” I say into the speaker. “There’s a slut here who needs more fucking. Right now!”

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