Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I rolled over in my bed, pulling my blanket over my head to shut out the rays of the sun that came streaming in through the gap in the curtains. But it was too late; I was already too awake to be able to fall asleep again. The sound of vehicles reversing out of the driveways and vegetable vendors squawking their wares dealt the last blow to my precious sleep. Soon, I lay in bed wide awake.But I had no plans to get up soon, I just kept lying there listening to the familiar sounds coming from the rooms below. It was almost 9:30 and Mr Reddy was frantically getting ready to go to work. The teenage maid Shubha laid out the breakfast and he quickly gobbled up a few dosas along with Mrs Reddy's delicious mint chutney and sambhar. He then picked up the tiffin which his wife had lovingly packed and left for his office. Over the next hour or so, Mrs Reddy guided her maid through some last minute chores, after which the girl left to go to another one of the numerous houses in Indiranagar where she worked daily. Even though the Reddys could easily afford a couple of full time servants, Mrs Reddy; or Ashwini as I now call her, preferred to have the girl just work for just a few hours every morning. Suddenly the huge duplex house fell quite. The entire neighbourhood played along, slowly falling into the daytime silence that was so characteristic of these affluent residential enclaves in Bangalore. This was my cue. For unlike most of the houses in the vicinity, which would only come to life again in the late evenings, House Number 214 saw a lot of action around midday. For it was around this time that this sleepy abode was brought to life by my deviant antics. The padlocked door connecting the house below to my room slowly opened, and Ashwini's rotund figure stood framed in the doorway. The light streaming in from the large windows on the staircase filtered though her nightie, showing that she had already taken off her underskirt after her quick mid morning shower. As per my instructions she always took a shower after everyone left so that she was nice and fresh for me. Even though she was in her early forties, there was no denying her mesmerizing beauty. Her soft milky skin and nice round curves were enough to stir any man's loins. She had a nice shapely ass and a well formed and firm bosom. She had married Mr Reddy when she was barely entering her twenties and over the years, her life as a homemaker had given her a very different figure from her slim college look. Even though she was well educated, she never had to work and all she did was to stay at home and take care of their darling daughter. Then little Sneha went off to UK to study to be a doctor and Mrs Reddy suddenly found her self all alone and wondering what to do with the considerable amount of free time she suddenly had. That is when we got into our little arrangement, and never looked back since. But then again; that is another story in itself. Ashwini came into my room and slowly pulled open the curtains. Light streamed in through the inner curtains which she always kept closed as she didn't want to give the neighbours a view. Seeing her open the curtains reminded me of my mother doing the same, and I couldn't help but wonder how similar both those women were; right down to the nice voluptuous bodies. Maybe I had finally found a channel for my incestuous childhood desires. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Ashwini opened the bathroom door and started to smear toothpaste on my brush. She looked at me silently and waited for me to make the next move. Even though she was not allowed to speak without my permission, I knew what she was asking; "will you be peeing in the toilet today or would it be somewhere else?". I slowly got up from my bed walked over to her, and stroked her face, running my fingers through her mouth. She obediently opened her mouth wide, ready to receive whatever I had for it. But I then stepped aside and stood in front of the closet. Ashwini moved quickly as if on cue, opened my pyjamas, took out my half erect cock and directed it towards the toilet bowl. As I relieved myself, she kept eagerly staring at my stream until it ceased and turn to drops. She quickly cleaned my organ with a hand towel and put it back into my pants. I told her to get my coffee ready and after she left, I finished up my morning ablutions and went down for breakfast. The TV was always kept on and volume turned up throughout the day to prevent any untoward noises from being heard outside. We had both trained our ears to ignore it's sound and could still hear each other perfectly well even if it was just a wisper. As a matter of fact, Ashwini's voice usually became quieter the more excited she got. She brought me my coffee and I took the cup with barely a glance at her. I picked up the Hindu newspaper that was lying on the teapoy and sat down in Mr Reddy's big recliner to read. Ashwini asked me if I was ok with butter dosa for breakfast. Being young and fit; unlike her husband, I could indulge in as much buttery pleasures as I wanted and quickly okayed the menu. After a short wait, breakfast was served. I went to the dining table and had my fill of delicious dosas served along with mashed potatoes, coconut chutney and cubes of butter and also had another cup of coffee. After washing my hands and getting them dried by my beautiful woman, I asked her to have her breakfast. She was expected to have food only after her husband left and I didn't want her to start the day weak and hungry. So I always ensured that Ashwini had a healthy meal before the festivities began. I usually left her to it while I kept myself busy with other stuff but once in a while, I was inclined to have some fun at that time as well. Today was one such day. As soon as I sat down again at the head of the dinner table, Ashwini knew that something was up and she came to sit beside me. However, I asked her to place her plate at the other end of the table, which stumped her. Clueless, she complied. Pointing to the chunk of butter in her plate, I asked her to bring some of that at room temperature in a little bowl and her eyes immediately lit up. She quickly brought a bowl with a large chunk of butter as I had ordered. I dipped a finger in and checked the consistency. It was just right. After having her lick my finger clean, I asked her to clear everything else off the table except for her food. Once the table was bare, I stretched out my hand and said "your panties". Without a word she steadied her hand on the table and with her other hand reached under her maxi and pulled of her sky-blue VIP panties and handed them over to me. I took a quick sniff while looking straight at her embarrassed eyes and then hung them on one of the dining chairs. I had allowed her the liberty of wearing underwear during the day as I didn't want her answering the door with her nipples visibly poking in a flimsy nightie or her dress bunched up into her ass-crack. I told her to get on top of the table with the help of a chair. Finally, Mr Reddy's magnificent solid teak wood dining table was getting a chance to be useful. Ashwini, ever adventurous, held my hand for support and got onto the table and looked towards me for more instructions. "Doggy...start eating", I said pointing to the food. She quickly assumed the requested position and with one hand placed on the table for support, she started eating her breakfast. I sat back and admired the scene in front of me. I was staring at Ashwini's thighs and ass as she knelt away from me and slowly ate her food. Her nice round bottom as facing me and inviting me to go to work on it. I bunched up the bottom of her nightie and pushed it above her knees, lifting each knee off the table, one at a time. then I rolled the rest of it all the way up to her armpits. Her wonderful ass was now completely exposed and her pendulous breasts were also hanging towards the table. I sat back at the head of the table and asked her to come backwards a little so that both her feet were off the table and over the edge. I spread her legs and drew my chair closer to the table so that I was sitting with her feet to either side of me and with easy access to her ass. As her legs were now spread, Her clean shaven pussy with puffy labia was also on full display. The spread lips glistened with girl juice. My fuck-toy was already wet with anticipation of what was to come. But today, It was her ass and the nice little hole between her butt-cheeks that I wanted to focus on. Ashwini was almost an anal virgin when she came under my tutelage. She was not really afraid of having some fun with her backhole and had readily offered it to her husband when he started getting tired of ploughing her pussy. But after a very painful and rather disappointing fuck that left Ashiwini bleeding and in tears, Mr Reddy felt that ass-fucking was over-rated, tiring and quite complicated. He never tried it again and even brave little Ashwini was quite traumatised to bring up the topic again. However, when we started fooling around and I made it quite clear that I would do whatever I pleased with her body, she willingly spread her cheeks for me with a plea to take it easy on her. I showed her a whole new side to anal play and soon she was addicted. She fully surrendered her butt-hole to me and I taught her how to use it well. After we had some enema games, she learned how to keep her hole clean, both inside and out. So, whenever she came to me for play-time, her rectum and it's entry point were as clean as her beautiful face. Not that I was someone to be put off by a little grossness. but it made things much more comfortable for both of us. My attention again went to the nice round milky ass cheeks which were right in front of me. They were beautiful and spotless and so soft and supple that if it weren't for the sheer size of them, I could have almost mistaken them for a baby's ass. Staring at them for a few moments, I got so enchanted that I would have had to slap myself out of it. So, I did the next best thing and without any mercy or hesitation, swung my hand with all my strength and gave a hard tight slap to her right ass-cheek. Ashwini was caught by surprise and cried out aloud, nearly choking on her food. Thankfully her hand was empty and she didn't spill anything. She quickly sat up and rubbed her right globe with the hand she was supporting herself with. But within a few seconds, she resumed her old position and silently went on eating as if nothing had happened. The months I had spent training her had been worthwhile and she knew better than to stop doing as I had instructed her. I looked at her ass and could see my hand-print slowly forming across her cheek. The lovely pink colour contrasted well with her milky skin. After a few minutes of admiring my handiwork, I put my hands on her buttocks and firmly grasped a cheek in each hand. She winced from the sudden contact, anticipating something painfully again but nothing came. With a sizeable chunk of her ass in each of my palms, I place my thumbs on either sides of her hole and pried her ass open. Her tight little brown asshole started back at me, in the same manner in which a batsman stares down a baller. Without a second thought I dove face-down into those cheeks and started lapping that hole. Ashwini seemed to enjoy it, but did not react in any way. After about a minute or so of rimming, kissing and sucking on her tender anus I withdrew my lips and once again looked at my target. Her anus was now glistening wet and begging for more attention. I placed my finger tip right on top of the hole and firmly pressed onto it. It gave way in a moment and I quickly drove my finger all the way straight into her ass. Ashwini gasped with the sudden intrusion and clenched her cheeks, which immediately tightened around my hand. In a minute, she slowly let out her breath and her ass let go of my hand, which remained firmly connected to it through my finger which was anchored in. Even though I always lubed my partner's anus properly before playing, I always enjoyed the response that I got when I drove a finger without warning straight into Ashwini's dry and tight butthole. And of course, being mentally prepared didn't really do much good for Ashwini as she never quite got the concept of relaxing her anus to facilitate entry. Whenever anything went into that forbidden hole, Ashwini clamped down on it as hard as humanly possible. This didn't really bother me as it meant an extra tight experience for my cock and with liberal lubrication, it did not harm my plaything in anyway either. I attributed it to her first anal experience and no longer tried to get her to do it the right way. Note From The Author This is a work in progress and should be completed in a short while. I plan to expand it into a series if time permits. I would love to receive suggestions and advice. Feedback of any sort, both good and bad can be sent to "kamawrites at gmail dot com". I always try to reply to all the mails I receive on a regular basis. Thanks for reading.