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Copyright 1996-97,
Mary Jorsay Gandmar
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<< 3 >>
How Hard A Life Her Servant Lives
Kanan lost her virginity to the house-servant when he fucked her
one hot afternoon. Everyone else was away and she was supposed to
be studying for her exams. Actually, she was fantasizing,
masturbating with a hand down her baggy shorts, another under her
shirt, while the pages blurred before her eyes.
It was humid, and the air-conditioner would not work. The ceiling
fan barely stirred the torpid air. She unbuttoned her cotton shirt
and pulled it open. She was not wearing a bra, and she fanned
herself with her notebook, shivering as her nipples popped erect.
A thin ribbon of sweat trickled sexily through her deep cleavage.
She squeezed her breasts gently, rolling the heavy mounds under
her palms and tweaked her nipples. Her breasts grew warm and
heavy.
Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and pulled off her shorts.
Spreading her legs wide, she slid her finger to her crotch and
began to masturbate slowly. It felt so good. She rubbed her finger
up and down her slit and, sensuously rubbed her moist finger over
her puckered aureoles. She closed her eyes.
If only she could have a man. A real man, with a real penis, long
and thick and dark, one she could suck and play with till it was
hard. Then he would squeeze it into her cunt and she would feel
its heat and hardness in her flesh.
Not long ago, her best friend, Aarti had showed her several
pornographic magazines from her father's collection. Together,
they had pored over the glossy, detailed photographs in complete,
awed silence. Later, each had confessed to feeling aroused and
wanting the real thing. Their desire was too intense to be
contained and they had kissed and fondled each other's breasts in
adolescent excitement. Their lust mounted and soon they were naked
together in bed, kissing and licking each other erotically,
fondling one another's breasts and cunts. Then Aarti pushed her
face between Kanan's thighs and licked her slit till she came.
Kanan returned the favour.
After that, they devoured the magazines, studying the pictures and
reading the pornography. Giggling, they would strip and
tongue-fuck one another. They shared their fantasies with each
other and practiced using obscenities that both found exciting.
"I want to lick your slit," Aarti would say.
"Yes -- come on -- fuck me with your tongue -- I want your tongue
in my cunt!" Kanan would gasp.
"Let me tongue-fuck you."
"Quickly! Fuck me quickly -- finger-fuck me, too!"
If only Aarti were here. They could spend the afternoon playing
with each other and inventing wilder and wilder sex-games. Aarti
was game for anything. Kanan remembered the time she had produced
a vibrator. They went mad with joy, using it on themselves, on
each, unable to get enough of it. Apparently, her father and
step-mother had a treasure-trove of sexual toys. The next day, she
produced a double-headed dildo. Kanan and she had a long and
exciting lesbian fuck, on their hands and knees backing each other
with their cunts bridged by the dildo. At first, they were clumsy
and unsure, but soon discovered a rhythm, both rocking back
simultaneously on the long tube in their cunts, their buttocks
slapping at each other's.
Kanan gasped at the memory and frantically vibrated her fingertip
against her clitoris. Her orgasm neared and she stopped. She had
long discovered the intense satisfaction of prolonging orgasms.
Slowly, she began masturbating again, arching two fingers into her
cunt, rubbing a third against her clitoris.
What fun they had with the dildo. Kanan remembered the afternoon
when Aarti had fucked her with it like a man, with Aarti on top
and Kanan gasping beneath. With one end of it in her own cunt,
Arti, slim and willowy and dusky, with lovely sloping breasts and
a fine-featured face, had moved between Kanan's thighs and slowly
squeezed the other end into her cunt.
"I'm going to ram-fuck you!" she gasped.
"Yes! Yes -- fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt as hard as you can!" Kanan
gasped.
They kissed and squeezed each other's swollen, turgid breasts and
Kanan gasped and arched as Aarti forced the huge dildo deep into
her cunt. Kanan's legs rose and wound tightly about Aarti's lovely
buttocks. Bent over her, Aarti fucked Kanan -- and so, herself --
moving her hips rapidly up and down, up and down till they came.
Kanan gasped and moaned, writhing and thrashing under her friend,
squeezing her wobbling breasts, sucking them in a frenzy. Then it
was her turn, and her orgasm doubled in intensity as she rocked
her hips back and forth, forcing the double-headed dildo into
their cunts with each lunge.
With a soft moan, Kanan let herself go. Her finger wiggled
furiously in her cunt, strumming her gorged clitoris and she
gasped as the orgasm hit. Her cunt-juices seeped over her wrist
and fingers. Gasping and panting, she wiped her hand on her
breasts, and licked her fingers clean.
Somehow, it wasn't good enough. Sighing, she turned back to her
books. It was impossible. Soon, her mind was wandering again.
Sighing, she got up and, knotting her shirt- tails under her
belly, leaving her midriff bare, wandered out of the room.
How she hated her house. It was dark and gloomy and boring. There
wasn't a book in sight, and the only music was a raucous cacophony
from the Hindi films on television. There wasn't even a pretty
picture, or attractive furniture. Her parents made no effort at
all. The hall was a big, dusty room with a long, completely
ungainly sofa along one wall, covered in plastic. The carpet on
the floor was perennially shrouded in a white sheet that bore the
traces of too many spilled drinks and crushed potato chips. The
dining table was a dirty brown formica-topped affair. Really, her
parents had an astonishing lack of style.
Grimacing, she wandered into the kitchen. Even that was badly
designed, hot and inconvenient and uncomfortable. The imported
three-door refrigerator looked incongruous in such dismal
surroundings. She got herself a drink of water and, pressed the
lever for ice. She popped several cubes in her glass and taking
three or four in her hand, ran them around her temples, over her
face and through her cleavage. It felt very sexy. Her nipples
hardened again. Smiling with pleasure, she slid her hand under the
open lapels of her shirt and moved the ice cubes over her nipples.
They quivered and she felt her cunt suddenly ooze with excitement.
She turned, with her hand still inside her shirt, over her breast,
and froze in shock. At the door, watching her quietly stood their
new servant, Ramu. Her jaw dropped and she gaped at him and
flushed, too shocked even to move her hand out of her shirt. He
stood watching her silently, expressionless.
He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, recently come
to work for them. He was tall and dark, with a strong, rough-hewn,
handsome face. His hair was thick and dark. He was clean-shaven.
His body was muscular with broad shoulders, a cleaved chest, a
flat belly and long arms and legs thick with muscle. She had often
fantasized about him fucking her.
Ramu stood still, as if carved of stone. The ice melted in her
hand and stained her shirt. She slid her hand out. They stood
still, staring at each other and their eyes locked and, as his
eyes burned into her, she felt a sudden frisson of excitement. He
was so sexy and, in this heat, he had taken off his shirt and was
clad only in his tight shorts. Involuntarily, her eyes slid to his
crotch and lingered on the tempting bulge between his legs.
He stepped forward silently and she pressed herself back against
the fridge door. Slowly, he came up to her, his eyes never leaving
hers. She cowered against the fridge, looking up at him. His body
was very close to hers, almost touching her. She could smell the
tangy, sexy, sweaty odour of his body. She noticed that his
armpits were shorn. His chest was sexily clear of any trace of
hair. His nipples were very dark and sharp in small aureoles. She
wanted to lean forward and suck one of them. He inched closer and
his broad, strong feet touched hers. Her hands dropped to her
sides.
Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the knot of her shirt and pulled
it wide. His hands cupped her face and tilted it up to his. His
lips fluttered over hers. She closed her eyes. His lips fastened
on hers and she felt them part and his tongue pressed to her lips.
She could not resist. Her lips opened and his tongue slid into her
mouth. Simultaneously, his hands slid down her neck and over her
breasts. Kanan trembled and her nipples shot out and her breasts
grew hot and hard. Instinctively, her arms curled around his
shoulders. Kissing her gently, deeply, he squeezed her breasts,
fondling them adroitly. His groin pressed to her belly and she
could feel the hard length of his penis.
"I --" she began as the kiss broke, but he silenced her by kissing
her again.
She grew feverish and trembled with excitement as his evidently
expert hands fondled and aroused her gently. His hands slid down
her belly and over her buttocks, down to the backs of her thighs,
then moved around to the front. His fingers slid into the baggy
legs of her shorts and she stiffened as she felt them crawl up
towards her crotch. He moved them higher and continued kissing and
nuzzling her neck, tonguing her ear, nibbling her earlobe. Pulling
her shorts in a tight V at her crotch, he pressed his fingertips
to her slit. It was already wet and her legs shook and parted of
their own accord as he pulled her cunt-lips open and gently drew
his fingers along her crack. It was already moist and his fingers
danced over the soft bush of her pubic hair, gently teasing her
cunt-lips open and touching the wet, warm flesh within.
Then he pushed his hands down the waistband of her shorts and
squeezed her buttocks. Prising them open, he pressed his fingertip
to her anus. Kanan moaned softly and, her hands on his belly, bent
her head to his dark, solid chest, kissed his nipple and began to
suck it gently. She flipped her tongue erotically at the dark,
hard stub and he grunted. Her face was soft and her mouth was warm
and tempting. Tiny, fiery flames of pleasure leaped through his
muscular frame. She sucked harder on his nipple.
It surprised and pleased him. He smiled, and his teeth were strong
and white and even. He pulled her shorts down and she was naked in
his arms. His fingers caressed her cunt and anus and breasts
again. Her excitement growing, she caressed his hard belly and
chest, sucking his nipples by turn. Her fingers fluttered at the
base of his belly. He stopped caressing her, to unbutton his
shorts and pull down his fly. His shorts peeled open and
involuntarily, her hand dropped between his legs.
The first touch of his penis was electrifying. Her fingers flew
away and immediately returned and, this time, closed around the
massive thickness of his shaft. She pulled his shorts down and
freed his penis. He stepped back and she looked down. It was the
loveliest thing she had seen. Seven inches long, still limp, it
was an inch and a half thick. His balls were heavy and low. She
cupped them gently and squeezed his penis, drew her fingers
tenderly up and down its length, examining its contours. It was
smoothly shorn down to the hilt and, though she did not know it
then, she was soon to learn the reason for this. He smiled at her
awe and she felt his hands pushing her gently to her knees.
With a shuddering moan, she slipped to her knees before her
servant. He looked down at her and nodded.
"Come -- frig me -- like this --"
He guided her hand and showed her how to masturbate him, flipping
his foreskin back. His cock-head was thick and dark.
"You want it, don't you?"
She nodded, her eyes rivetted on the sight of her first penis. She
jerked it with increasing confidence as it stirred and began to
lengthen and thicken in her hand.
"You must take it in your mouth and suck it. Use your tongue
especially."
Moaning softly, Kanan caressed her face with his cock, her eyes
half closed. It felt wonderful, warm and heavy and thick, more
erotic than anything she had imagined. It smelled musky and sexy.
If only Aarti could see her now! Her head swam with excitement.
Hesitantly, she pushed her tongue out against the cock-head.
Ramu's breath hissed sharply, his belly rippled and his penis
quivered in her fingers. Emboldened by his reaction, she did it
again and now her tongue swirled over the swollen knob of his
cock-head. Her servant gasped, more loudly and pulled her head
forward, jerking his hips at her face.
"Come on -- take it in your mouth -- suck it -- suck my cock!" He
gasped.
It was the first time she had heard a man use such words and they
excited her. Slowly, she slipped her lips about the cock-head and
gently began to suck his penis.
"Ahhhhhh!" Ramu groaned, flinging his head back. "Yes -- OHhhh yes
-- OHH god that feels so good -- suck it -- suck my cock, Kanan!
Use your tongue!"
The repeated aischrolgia added to her arousal. She forced herself
to take still more of his cock-shaft in her mouth. Her face
distended with his size. Her tongue grew frantic on the cock- head
in her mouth. It tasted wonderful, tangy and musky and erotic. She
pressed her tongue to the slit in his cock-head and he groaned.
His cock sputtered and she gagged as he spewed pre-cum jizz into
her mouth. But the taste of it on her tongue was infinitely
arousing and she swallowed it obediently, still sucking him. Now
her head rocked back and forth in front of him.
Ramu fucked her face slowly, pumping his hips back and forth,
rocking her head to suit his pleasure. His cock glistened and
gleamed as it went in and out of her mouth. She held his hips,
cupped his balls and then, to his amazement, tried to finger his
anus. Groaning, he moved his legs apart and she slid her fingertip
to his asshole. Now guided by instinct and her reading of
pornography, she dipped her head and sucked and licked his heavy,
low balls. The servant gasped in wonder.
"Please," she murmured, looking up at him. "Please -- use those
words again."
A grin of delight creased his handsome features. This was better
than he expected.
"Yeh -- take it, bitch -- take my cock -- suck it! Oh yes -- suck
it, whore!" He gasped, and she thrilled at the words.
"I -- I want to lick -- your ass," she whispered. "Teri gaand
chatni hain."
Ramu looked at her incredulously and shook his head in wonder. Her
face burrowed between his thighs, turned upward like a suckling
calf's. He reached back and pulled his buttocks open. Her face and
lips were soft between his thighs, inordinately erotic. His penis
sawed the air. He gasped as her tongue slithered into the dank
cleft between his buttocks and swirled over the puckered flesh of
his anus. It tasted musky and sexy and she groaned and flipped her
tongue over the contracting muscle, rimming his ass.
Groaning, he pulled her head back and fucked her face again.
Already, she was more adroit and her hunger was unmistakable.
Fondling her breasts with one hand, the other in her crotch, Kanan
sucked her servant's penis greedily. It throbbed and pulsed in her
mouth and he fucked her face rapidly, moaning and jerking his hips
back and forth, rocking her head in both hands.
When he pulled her to her feet again, Kanan was thrilled to see
the excitement on his face. His eyes glittered and his nostrils
were flared, his lips agape. He kissed her hungrily, squeezing her
breasts, fondling her buttocks and thighs. She squirmed eagerly
against him, holding his penis fearlessly and rubbing it between
her thighs.
"You want it, don't you? You really want it?" His eyes smiled.
She nodded and sucked his nipple.
"Turns you on, doesn't it, talking like this?"
"Yes," she murmured. "It's sexy."
"I want to fuck you," he whispered, tonguing her ear. "I want to
fuck your cunt. I want to fuck you like a whore. Say you want it,
too."
"Yes," she gasped, his words burning in her ears. "I want your
cock in my cunt. Fuck me like a whore, Ramu. In my cunt."
"Come."
He lowered the small fold-down table, and hoisted her onto the
edge. They kissed and he pushed her down firmly on her back on the
table. Her hips were at the edge and her legs dangled over the
side. He pulled them apart and she tensed, thinking that he would
ram his cock into her any minute. Shaking his head with a chuckle,
he leaned over her and flicked her nipple with his tongue.
Kanan gasped. His tongue was heavy and rough and her nipple
quivered in excitement. He flicked it rapidly back and forth and
then tugged it with his teeth. Kanan groaned, her face turned to
one side. Slowly, he began to suck on her breast, using his tongue
on the nipple and scraping it across his teeth and palate. Kanan
writhed with pleasure as ribbons of lust leaped through her body.
She squeezed her other breast, but he moved her hand away and,
moistening his fingertip with gunk from his cock-head, smeared it
on her aureole and nipple. Kanan moaned softly. His tongue
slithered into the deep valley between her breasts and swirled in
tantalisingly slow circles up the other mound. He sucked on that
breast and now his hand was crawling down her belly to her crotch.
Her thighs trembled and split open for his finger. Gently, he drew
a finger down her crack. Squeezing her breasts together, he sucked
them simultaneously. Kanan arched under him, clenching his head.
"OHHHH -- Oh Ramu!" She gasped.
Excited at hearing her call his name, Ramu moved his head lower,
kissing and licking her firm belly. He swirled his tongue through
her navel and she writhed and he moved lower and nuzzled her
crotch. Her pubic hair was soft and springy and trimmed. Then she
surprised him again by splitting her legs wide, pulling her
cunt-lips open and calling to him.
"Ramu yes -- please -- lick my slit -- I want your tongue in my
cunt -- tongue-fuck me!"
He drove his tongue into her sodden crack and she gasped and
arched, her hands under her breasts, her head snapping back. Her
mouth opened in a wide 'O' of joy and she cried out in pleasure.
His tongue was wonderful, thick and heavy and rough.
Kanan's hips bucked and twitched. She squeezed her breasts in
excitement, her head flipping from side to side. His tongue was
totally unlike Aarti's: Where hers was slender and sharp, his was
thick and heavy and solid. It probed deep and flickered like
lightning at her clitoris. Kanan groaned. Slowly, Ramu slid his
thick middle finger into her cunt. It contracted on his finger
and, grinning at her cries of pleasure, he slid up again to suckle
her breasts while his hand pumped steadily between her thighs.
"Oh Ramu -- yes OHH yes Ohhh god yes!" She gasped. "Put -- put --
another -- finger inside -- I want another finger in my cunt --
OHHHH yes -- that's it -- Ohh god yes!"
Ramu moved around the table and, still sucking her breasts and
masturbating her cunt, thrust his penis at her face. She swallowed
it greedily, sucking sharply, her head rocking rapidly back and
forth as her body twitched and writhed on the kitchen table.
Already her tongue was more deft and he groaned at the softness
and moist warmth of her mouth.
She was teetering on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm when he
stopped. Moaning in frustration, she tried to claw his hand back
to her crotch, her body twitching. Chuckling, he moved between her
legs, pulling her thighs wide apart and jerking her hips to the
edge of the table.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, whore!" He gasped. "I'm gonna fuck you
like a cheap, randy whore! You want that, doncha?"
The abuse sent a frisson of excitement through her and she moaned
her lusty assent. Grinning broadly, the servant pushed her legs up
high and pressed his cock-head to her cunt- lips. Kanan tensed,
her eyes closed, her hands clenching the sides of the table. She
could feel the fierce heat of his cock.
"You want it, bitch?" He rasped softly. "Say you want it! Beg for
it!"
"Please," she moaned. "Give it to me -- I want it --"
"More!" He gasped, moving his cock-head sensuously up and down her
crack. "Tell me what you want! Say you want my cock in your cunt!"
"Yes, Ramu yes -- I want your cock -- in my cunt --"
"What else? What d'ya want me to do, whore?" His cock-head split
her cunt-lips open.
"Fuck me, Ramu -- please -- quickly -- fuck me!"
"How?"
"Fuck me hard, Ramu -- Oh god -- please -- please -- hurry!"
She was twitching impatiently under him, her eyes bright and
glittering. She pulled her cunt- lips open and fondled his penis
and tried to pull it inside her.
"I want your cock," she said of her own accord now. "I want your
lovely cock in my slit -- I want it all -- give it to me, Ramu!
Take me -- take me like a whore!"
It was too much for him to bear. Her wanton, obscene entreaties
goaded him. The smile vanished, replaced by a look of excited
determination. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his buttocks and
eased his hips forward. His cock-head slipped through her
cunt-lips and into her taut channel. She gasped, her back
cambering, her head snapping back, her mouth tearing open. Her
cunt convulsed on his throbbing penis and he groaned and held
still. Her hips twitched and lurched and bucked. He held her down.
"More? You want more? Say so, slut!"
"I want it all! Give it to me!" Her voice was ragged and sharp and
shrill.
He chuckled softly. The broad was really hot.
"Take it then!" He cried and, flexing his buttocks taut, swung his
hips forward with a sharp, savage thrust.
His penis rammed deep into her cunt and drove the breath from her
body in rushing gasp. Her hips jerked up, her back bowed taut, her
head snapped back, her face contorted, her mouth tearing open, her
lips snapping back over her perfect teeth, her neck craned with
tendons popping in her throat as the huge penis seared and sizzled
in her flesh, surging into her body in a hot, hard, endless
thrust, piercing her very soul.
"OHUNHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She cried. "OH MA UHHHH
**hanh** UHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Firmly embedded in her cunt, Ramu held completely still. Kanan's
cry dwindled to a low, whimpering moan. Her body sank back onto
the table and she looked at him with awe and wonder and joy in her
eyes. She couldn't believe it. She was being fucked, actually
fucked! Just like the women in those pictures and stories, with a
real, thick cock in her cunt! And that, too, by the servant! It
was too sexy for words. Aarti would go mad with envy.
Ramu waited patiently, for he knew that it was her first time. He
noticed with pleasure that she was deliberately controlling
herself. Her breathing steadied, though it was still sharp and
shallow and the frantic convulsions of her cunt had yielded to a
steady, erotic pulsing. Her cunt was incredibly tight and hot and
wet.
"Like it?" He grinned. "Like having a cock in your cunt?"
"Yes," she smiled. "It's wonderful. It's so nice and thick and
hard and hot --"
As she spoke, he began to move, smiling at her. She was a lovely,
sexy creature and he intended to fuck her slowly and repeatedly.
He moved his hips gently in slow circular motions and she gasped
as his cock probed her cunt from all angles. It felt wonderful.
Instinctively, she began to move in unison with him, her hips and
buttocks writhing and grinding sensually under his.
"Mmm -- yes -- Ohh that's so good -- yes -- c'mon Ramu -- fuck me
-- fuck my cunt -- yes -- Ohhh yes Ramu, yes -- ohh god yes --"
She closed her eyes and smiled lasciviously, fondling her breasts.
Holding her thighs apart, he swung his hips round and round,
changing from circular motions to an elliptical action so that his
cock went gently in and out of her cunt. Gradually, he began to
fuck her with a back- and-forth stroke and she quickly matched his
tempo.
Her hips moved with his, and his cock slid smoothly in and out of
her cunt, glistening and gleaming. His balls squeezed up against
her cunt-lips each time he went into her. She writhed joyously
under him, her head flipping slowly from side to side. She fondled
her breasts, squeezing and rolling them in her hands gently,
sensuously, erotically. Ramu thought she was the sexiest thing
he'd had in a long time.
"Ohh Ramu yes -- god yes -- that feels so good -- Ohhhh yes -- yes
-- fuck me, baby -- fuck my cunt -- Oh god yes -- Unhhh -- Oh ma
unhhh --. Ohhh yes -- fuck me Ramu -- fuck my slit -- give me your
cock -- put it in, baby -- yes -- that's it -- ahhhh yes -- fuck
me Ramu -- don't stop -- don't ever stop -- fucking my cunt --
OHhhhh yes -- take me! Take me! Yes! Ohhhhhh yes! Come on, Ramu,
give it to me! Give it all to me! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!
Fuck me! Fuck me Ramu, fuck me!"
Marvelling at her natural aptitude for sex, he fucked her
rhythmically. His buttocks flexed and unflexed, his hips swinging
smoothly back and forth, driving his glistening, swollen cock in
and out of her cunt. She reached down and encircled his pistoning
penis with her fingers, feeling it rasp between them into her
cunt. The sensations in her loins were overpowering. He released
her thighs and she kept them wide, her heels on the edge of the
table. He slid his hands up her belly and squeezed her breasts.
She cupped her hands in his and smiled lovingly at him, her tongue
flickering over her upper lip.
"Fuck me hard," she gasped softly. "Fuck me -- like a whore --"
He put one hand flat on her belly and began to move his hips
faster, flinging his head back and groaning. Kanan whimpered in
delight under him, her hips lurching and writhing.
"Faster!" She gasped. "Take me harder! Harder!"
Leaning forward with his hands clenching the sides of the table,
the servant began to fuck her even faster. His hips rocked swiftly
back and forth and his cock plunged deep into her cunt with every
thrust, making her jerk under him. Her breasts bounced and jiggled
with his thrusts.
She clenched his arms, her head whipping from side to side.
Bending his head, he sucked sharply on her breasts. Her back
arched in pleasure and her feet rose and hooked under his arms,
across his back, taking him even deeper into her cunt. He flung
his handsome head back and gasped, his eyes closed. His powerful
shoulders and biceps knotted with tension. She moaned lewdly under
him, caressing his belly and chest and nipples, clenching his
arms, whining with passion.
"Take it! Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhh unhhh yeh -- that's
it -- take it -- take it, whore -- take my cock! Ohhh fuck yes!
Ohhhh yes!" He called. "Oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck **hanh** uhh
yes uhh ohh yes -- chul -- chul rundi chul -- le -- le mere lavde
ko -- **hanh** uhhh Ohhh uhh **hanh** uhh aise! **hanh** aise --
aur le saali rahnd chul!"
Now he was moving furiously, his buttocks rocketing back and
forth, his cock plunging and ramming and reaming into her cunt. He
swung his hips and she gasped as his penis entered her cunt from
all angles. She cried out, jerking and rocking ecstatically under
him. Ram-fucking her furiously, he cried out in delight and she
thrilled as his words rang in her ears. He was enjoying her! She
was good to fuck! Oh, if Aarti could see them!
Kanan had her first orgasm with a man's cock. Her cunt convulsed
frantically on his penis and she bowed and cried out, arching in
delight under him. He continued fucking her, thrusting into her
repeatedly and rapidly, his cock rasping and grating and grinding
into her cunt. He gasped at the sudden cramping of her cunt on his
cock and struggled for control. This broad was unbelievably good.
Her orgasm waned and he slowed. She whimpered, dazed and confused,
expecting him to come inside her. He smiled at the unspoken
question in her eyes and slowly slid his cock out of her.
"Ain't done, yet, cunt," he chuckled. "I'm gonna fuck you again.
C'mon, on your front!"
He flipped her over on the table on her knees and pushed her down
onto her forearms. Her buttocks were thrust back at him. Grinning
with pleasure, he pulled them open and thrust his face between her
thighs. Kanan gasped as his tongue swirled over her anus. He slid
a finger into her cunt and quickly masturbated her. Kanan's
buttocks trembled and swayed. Her pendulant, swollen breasts
quivered. Ramu jerked his finger rapidly in and out of her cunt
and strummed her clitoris. Kanan moaned. His tongue slithered to
her cunt and arched up into the soft, sodden flesh.
"Yes!" She cried. "Ohhh yes! Oh ma yes ohhhh uhhhhh yes oh god
yes! Yes! Lick me, Ramu! Lick my cunt! Chaat mujhe, Ramu -- chaat
mere chuth ko!"
The feeling was divine. His tongue swirled around her taut anus
and, with a sudden flash, she knew she wanted his cock in her
asshole, that she would not mind the inevitable pain, that she
would love it instead. Then his tongue slithered downward to her
cunt to join her finger and Kanan felt dizzy with joy and wanted
to feel his cock in her slit again, wanted more than anything else
to have that hard, hot, long, thick rod piercing and probing,
delving and exploring the innermost recesses of her cunt. Licking
her cunt, he pressed his finger to the puckered flesh. It yielded
at his insistence and she groaned softly as he slid his finger
into her asshole. Kanan whimpered, swaying deliriously in pleasure
as he finger-fucked her asshole, twisting his finger round and
round in her anus.
"One day," he growled. "One day I'm gonna ram-fuck your ass,
bitch, really nice and hard. Gonna shove this whole cock into your
asshole. You're gonna love it!"
The very thought aroused her. Aarti and she had only read and seen
such things, they had never attempted it yet. And here, her
servant was promising her the experience. Kanan wouldn't have
minded if he did it immediately.
But Ramu wasn't prepared to go quite that far this first time. He
straightened and pulled her hips and buttocks back and moved his
penis to her cunt again. She clenched the sides of the table and
waited breathlessly. Her head swam with excitement. He was fucking
her from behind, like a bitch, just like all those women she had
seen in pictures!
Without warning, flexing his buttocks, Ramu swung his hips
forward. His throbbing penis surged into her belly, searing into
her convulsing flesh, driving relentlessly inward till she thought
he would rip her in two.
"OH! OH! OH! OH MA RA -- AHHHHHH MU OH! OH! OH!" She cried.
"Take it! Take my cock!" He gasped, flinging his head back and
gasping, clenching her slender waist. "Chul rundi chul! Le mere
lavde ko -- c'mon whore! Take my cock!"
He began to fuck her rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth.
Holding her waist, he rocked her body and moved her cunt up and
down on his cock. Kanan cried out, her face arching, contorting
with lust. She heard him chuckle as he hit a steady rhythm,
stroking smoothly in and out of her cunt.
"Hey, slut! Feels good, hah? Feels good having my dick in your
slit, doesn't it? C'mon bitch! Answer me!"
"Oh god yes," she moaned, as the fires in her loins spread and
grew. "Oh god yes, Ramu, yes -- it's wonderful -- fuck me, Ramu --
please -- fuck me -- ohhh uhhhhh yes -- ohh god yes -- ohhhh yes!"
"Mm, you're good, whore! Damn good -- great piece of ass! Ain't
had one so tight in a long time. I think I'm gonna keep you,
whore. Keep you mine."
"Yes, Ramu, yes!" She gasped, her head spinning with excitement.
"Fuck me -- fuck me hard Ramu Ohhhh yes! Fuck me like a whore!
Chodh mujhe Ramu -- jorse chodh -- rundi jaise chodh!"
The servant chortled in delight. He slid his hands up under her
body and squeezed her hot, heavy swollen breasts as he plunged his
cock in and out of her cunt with squelching wet thrusts. Kanan
trembled and writhed, squirming her buttocks erotically against
his hard thighs, feeling his balls press to her cunt-lips as she
rocked and swayed on the kitchen table. Her breasts filled his
hands and he pinched her hard nipples, making her shudder and
whimper in joy. Her head was lifted, her face a vision of lust
with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her nostrils flared. She
turned her face over her shoulder, her tongue pressed sexily to
her upper lip and mouthed guttural obscenities of encouragement to
her servant-lover, the first of a long succession of men of all
kinds who would possess her body and bend her to their lust.
"Oh uhhhh Ohhhh uhhhh Ohma uhh **hanh** uhh ohma uhh ohma uhh
**hanh** uhhh ohma uhhh OHHHHH uhh ohma Ramu **hanh** uhh Ohhhh
uhh **hanh** uhh Oh Ra -- uhhhh -- Ra -- uhhh Oh Ramu! Ohh ma Ramu
**hanh**! Chodh mujhe!"
The servant grunted thickly, biting his lower lip, fighting to
stave off his imminent orgasm. The girl was incredible. Her cunt
was wonderfully hot and wet and tight and it convulsed and
contracted and spasmed frenetically on his penis, squeezing it so
that he was in constant danger of losing control.
"Chul rundi chul," he grunted. "Le -- le mere lavde ko! C'mon
whore -- take it -- take my dick -- take it, you fucking whore --
yeh -- oh fuck yes -- c'mon yes -- take it, bitch -- take it all!
Ohh yeh that's it! Mm -- ohhh fuck yes!"
The huge cock thundering and spiralling and ramming in and out of
her cunt was ecstasy itself. She felt it throb and pulse, its
angry veins pounding inside her cunt, rasping and grating over her
inflamed clitoris. Her buttocks swayed and writhed and now she
began to move with him, rocking on her arms and knees, pushing her
cunt greedily backwards and forwards on his mighty shaft. His
balls slapped at her buttocks. Her pendulant breasts wobbled and
jiggled with his thrusts. She began to sweat with the tension. On
and on he went, stroking and pounding and ramming and reaming and
plunging and pistoning and plowing in and out of her cunt without
respite.
Kanan soared up the curve and, with a loud cry, exploded, gasping
and crying out, her cunt contracting frenetically on the pistoning
penis, the breath shooting from her throat, her body tensing and
writhing, her buttocks pressed back against his thighs and
clenched taut. Ramu gasped, holding her hips, his belly sucked
inward, jerking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and
out of her delightful cunt. Suddenly, leaning forward, he squeezed
her breasts and hammered his hips violently at her buttocks in a
series of rapid, trip-hammer thrusts, his thighs slapping at her
buttocks and bouncing off madly. Kanan cried out as the huge penis
thundered and rammed and reamed into her cunt. The servant crushed
her breasts and kept on ram-fucking her slit, bent steeply over
her, his buttocks flexing and unflexing frantically, his hips
snapping madly, his entire body quivering and jerking. His hips
swung furiously back and forth in a frenzied rhythm and she
crashed incredulously into another orgasm.
Abruptly, he rammed deep into her, making her cry out in a shrill
voice and held still. She heard him moan, his cock buried deep in
her cunt, quivering and throbbing. His hips twitched at her
buttocks as he rocked at her with small, hard jerks.
And then she gasped, her eyes flying wide in wonder and joy and
awe as he came, exploding in her cunt. The spoot spurted from his
cock into her sodden cunt-flesh in sharp, stinging jets. Kanan
whimpered joyously, and instinctively tightened her cunt on his
penis. He groaned and his penis squirted more gunk into her slit.
Slowly, he pulled out of her. His jizz seeped over her thighs.
Gasping and panting, Kanan sank down onto the table and turned on
her back. She closed her eyes and caressed herself dreamily, her
chest heaving. Dipping a finger in her cunt, she scooped his jizz
on her fingertip and lasciviously licked it. It tasted wonderful.
Ramu chuckled softly and bent his head to kiss her, sliding his
tongue into her mouth. She squirmed against him and he squeezed
her breasts.
"Good fuck," he murmured.
She smiled and tongued his ear, her hand venturing between his
thighs.
"Thank you, Ramu," she murmured. "It was wonderful for me, too.
Better than I had expected."
"I'll fuck you again."
"Yes, soon. You must promise to fuck me often."
He grinned and kissed her breast. "Whore, I'm not letting you go!"
She giggled. "Good. Can I suck your cock then? I want your cum in
my mouth."
He laughed and got to his feet. "Baby, you're magic," he breathed
as she took his penis in her mouth again and began sucking him
ardently and hungrily. "Pure magic."
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