Do we start ?" he asked in short. His voice wasn't
normal. He must be expecting to give me a massage like yesterday and
feeling horny. He was visibly tense and I was tempted to look at his
pyjama. His cock had formed a tent there and I could find a spot of
wetness in that region. I was losing control. My hands were eager
to
touch the strong manhood of this strong young man. But, I am the
lady of
the house and he is my servant.I must not give him a feeling that I
am in
urgent need of a sex. At the same time, I wanted my lust to
flourish under
the disguise of massage.

Bachchu sat behind me. Maybe, he was much closer to me than the
way he
did on the previous day. He again started with my hair, then my
face,
shoulders, arms and back. It was wonderful ! It was the best type
of
feeling I ever had. I felt I belonged to a new world of pleasure. I
completely surrendered myself to him as he took charge of me. He
removed
my earrings, my mangal sutra, my bangles, my blouse and my bras -
one after
the other without any uneasiness that was present on the previous
day.

When his hands at last rested on my eager breasts and was
pressing my
hard erect nipples, I moaned loudly, expressing my passion, as he
built up
his strengths more and more. He started squeezing my breasts,
moving both
his palms all over them to make them slippery with oil.Should I give
him a
glance of what he has done to my breasts.The moment this thought
came to my
mind, I felt my whole body getting baked in the heat of passion.
No, not
now, I thought.

When he finished massaging my top half, I was so deeply engrossed
in
pleasure that it was difficult for me to leave it at that stage. I
wanted
more of it. Yes, in the lower part of my body. Yes, I wanted it,
rather I
was dying for it. And, I had to say at last, "Bachchu, it's
wonderful. I
can't stop here. Wouldn't you do it more today ?" I almost begged
with
lust. Now, I turned to him. My breasts were exposed. He was too
excited
and speechless. Maybe, he never dreamt of this situation in a
lady-boyservant relationship. Nor did I, but it was. At that
moment, I
was ready to gift my body to him. I looked at his tent. It was
steadily
going up and up. The region in his pyjama was getting more and more
soaked
with increased pumping of his juice. It's a human body. Our mind
may
understand taboos, morality, inhibitions and other forbidden
aspects, but
body doesn't. When a river is desparate to break its embankments,
you
can't stop it. And in moments, when the lust is too strong, your
mind
won't listen to you. The desparate river will wash away the dams
that you
may like to construct.

I wanted to touch his throbbing cock. But immediately felt that
at
least he must complete the message before anything gets out of
control.

There was a small divan in our living room. Bachchu asked me to
lie
down on my stomach. My saree was almost unwrapped. I took out the
folds
of my saree underneath the petticoat and removed it completely
before lying
down on the divan. My petticoat was the only garment that covered
the
lower part of my body and I didn't wear any panties, while I am at
home.
After I lay down on my stomach, Bachchu had to start his next part
of the
job.

"Masima, eta ki thakbe ?"(Madam, will it be there on your body ?)
he
asked with a clumsy voice, pointing to my petticoat. My sexual
tensions
were at its peak, but still I hesitated for a moment to directly
answer.
Certainly, Bachchu was not courageous enough to remove my last piece
of
garment without my verbal consent. I was silent. My cunt was
quivering
and I felt that all my juices would now burst out of it. I
desparately
wanted my petticoat out of my body. Still I was silent. What was
holding
me up ? Social norms, taboo, age difference ? Perhaps everything
and
perhaps nothing. Bachchu started massaging lower part of my waist,
while
the petticoat was still on.

"Na khul le ki kore korbi ?"(How will you do it unless it is
removed ?)
I tried to keep my voice steady, but it obviously betrayed, as the
fire
within me was on. Bachchu's fingers reached the knot of the
petticoat
string. I helped him to unfasten it and the rest was done by him.
He
pulled my petticoat down and down further, below my buttocks,
thighs, legs
and toes. He took out the ornament from my legs. I was completely
naked,
there wasn't even a piece of thread attached to my body, it was the
body
that God had gifted to me, with nothing more added to it.
While Bachchu was removing my
petticoat, I wanted to make the whole atmosphere so very natural
that I
told him with a husky voice, "What's the point in being shy before
you ?"
as if to suggest that Bachchu was so close to me. I tried to
introduce
some innocence in my words and it sounded so very exciting in my own
ears.

Even two days before, could I ever believe that I would dare to
lie down
completely naked in front of my boyservant ? What was unthinkable
two days
back, was a naked reality today. I was not in a state to think of
the
shame and embarrassment which was so natural for a lady, with no
exception
of myself. My mind just drove me wildly into a new state, where I
rather
enjoyed and was excited by my own nudity in front of this young
stud. Let
him look at his lady mistress. Let him be proud of his wonderful
massaging
power that could transform her lady mistress into a state where she
was
burning with forbidden lust for him. Has any lady ever dared to lie
naked
in front of her boyservant and passionately wish for a
penetration ? Is it
that I was the first woman to do this daring act ? Possibly yes and
I was
feeling proud about it. It was this sense of pride and my
evergrowing
excitement that took my shame completely away. I closed my eyes and
completely surrendered myself to this young masseur.

His hands reached my ass cheeks.I am quite fleshy down there and
even a
soft pressing of his fingers could penetrate quite deep into my
flesh, all
the way upto my bones. He was using both his hands, in a rhythmic
way.''Ahhhhhhh......Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....Ahhhhhh.........'' were the
utterings
that I was unconsciously making out of my mouth. OH ! It made me
feel
so...... good !!! As he pressed my buttocks, I could feel more and
more
pressures on my bare cunt, which was clearly spoiling the bedsheet
underneath. Unknowingly, my fingers went there to touch my clitoris.

"Do it nicely, everywhere" I said, without clearly explaining the
word
"everywhere."I wasn't sure what message did the word carry to
Bachchu.

I didn't dare to look at Bachchu's condition. I guessed that his
erection would now be at its peak and he must be close to reaching
his
orgasm. He might be desparately trying to close his floodgates and
prevent
any embarrassment in front of me.

Bachchu's oily palm slowly went upslope upto the crest of my ass
cheek
and then travelled downslope. Just then, there was a ring in our
telephone. The cordless handset was within my easy access. ``Hello,
is it
Mrs. Bhattacharyya ? `` was the question from a female voice.
``Yes,
speaking'' I replied. Bachchu's palm was drying up as he had to oil
a
large lump of flesh. ``Just hold the line please. Mr.Rajarshi
Bhattacharyya is on the line''. Bachchu put some fresh oil on his
palm and
continued massaging my buttocks. After a momentary pause I could
listen to
Raja's voice. He just wanted to tell me that he had safely reached
his
office in Delhi.In the meantime, Bachchu was kneading my oily
buttocks from
both the sides. Before going off-hook, Raja asked ``Had your
lunch ?''
``Oh, not yet ! Aparna-di came to me and I am late for
everything.'' I
replied. Raja was understandably in a hurry to finish the call. It
was a
long-distance call after all and he must be busy with his meeting
(or, the
sweet-voiced female operator ???) It was not possible for him to even
wildly guess that I was getting a nude massage from my boy servant
and at
that very moment, Bachchu's palm was deeply buried inside my ass
crack and
was trying to locate my ass-hole. He carefully oiled me there too.
I felt
a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of my body. Along with
the pain,
there was so much of an illicit pleasure in it ! His hand almost
touched
my pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it.

Thereafter, Bachchu started massaging the backside of my thighs.
His
fingers then rolled over to the front side of these. He was still
not
tired, but continued to grow in strength I felt. He went further
on : my
knees, my legs, my toes and even upto my toe nails. I just can't
describe
how wonderfully he did. You have to imagine that. My entire body
was
shivering in pleasure - something I had never experienced before.
And
where was my pain, because of which I had agreed to a massage in the
first
place ? I tried to sense my backache, but believe it or not, I
couldn't
even feel a trace of it.

I suppose I had already crossed the point where I could tell him
to stop
for the day. By then, my cunt was feeling restless to accept the
strong
manhood of my servant, which was harder than a steel rod and was
about to
explode. I had fully revived my sexual passion and I was desparately
waiting for a hard rock like cock to penetrate me with a force. I
felt
that my heart bit was going to cross all possible limits.

After finishing my toes and the nails, Bachchu paused. Both of
us were
speechless. There was an uneasy calmness, exactly the way it happens
before a storm. He hadn't yet massaged my dark hairy triangle and I
was in
no way prepared to leave that out. Perhaps he too was eagerly
waiting for
a signal from me. He rubbed his palm again on my nude body, this
time
moving up and sideways. His palm moved upto my thigh bone and his
fingers
rested on my groin. Was he waiting for me to tell about further
massage ?
I touched his fingers and slightly raised the left side of my body,
leaning
rightways. Still, I was a bit shy about exposing my dark hairy pubic
triangle before him. Instead, I dragged his and my hand together and
rested them on my bushes. That served two purposes. My hairy
triangle was
still hidden from his direct view and at the same time, I was
getting a
manly touch close to my pleasure zone. He must have sensed my
wetness
there. He was looking so much excited. I sensed his body heat,
which was
melting more and more cum within me. I turned my body sideways and
gave
the first frontal view of my naked body from the front. My nipples
were
still very tight and erect and Bachchu was standing like a vessel
containing vigorously boiling water. Being so much excited, he must
have
forgot that his job was to massage me and stopped moving his hand
anywhere
else. Also, how could he, because my left hand gripped his palm
tightly. I
was dying to tell him that I needed a massage in my most sensitive
part,
but what to tell ? I couldn't find a right Bengali term for that
region
which wouldn't sound vulgar. I tried to use a childish word to
pretend a
kind of childish innocence in the whole process. "Hissi-r jayga ar
charpashe ektu kore dibina ?"(Won't you do it in and around my pee-
hole ?)
my tongue was drying up and my throbbing heart-bit was about to
cause a
heart-attack I felt. With renewed encouragement, Bachchu pressed
his palm
around my pubic triangle in a bid to massage there. His palm was
getting
thoroughly soaked with my cunt juice.

Bachchu was standing quite close to me now. I could now touch his
manhood. I did. Was I touching a hot iron rod ? I couldn't feel
the
direct heat, as his pyjama's fabric was protecting his cock. I
unfastened
its string as I myself lay down on my back, parting my thighs wide
apart.
The sliding of his pyjama halted, as its top front portion was
unable to
slide past his massive erection. I started laughing wildly out of
my own
excitement as well as the big dirty fun that was involved with it.
I gave
his pyjama a small jerk and then it fell down,exposing his massive
erection. He wasn't wearing anything on the top and so, this made him
completely naked. I was amazed by the magnificence of his dark,
strong,
rustic body of his. His cock head was pink and the overstretched
skin on
top of it was shining. I sensed he was about to lose his erection
because
of his nervousness, inexperience and unpreparedness of the
situation.I
touched him there, as his cock swelled up within seconds under my
fist.

His fingers went into my cave. His index finger touched my
clitoris and
I moaned, almost reaching my orgasm. I could smell my own juice and
the
drops that oozed out of of his cock into my palm. With the rustic
smell
coming out of his naked body, the smell of olive oil from my own
naked body
and the combined smell of our love juices made the entire
environment so
seductive !!!

"You have to use this tool to massage me there", I said, tapping
his
cock gently with my fingers. I was trying to suggest that I could't
wait
any longer for a coital pleasure. Instead of telling that directly,
I
tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's
a part
of the job that he had willlingly volunteered.

"Masima......sotyi bolchhen ?(Madam, is it true ?)" Bachchu was
too
excited to express his feelings beyond this.

At this point, I wish to draw an analogy with an approaching
storm, as I
mentioned before. During the peak summer months in Bengal and in
some
parts of northern India , late in the afternoon, we find an
accumulation of
dark rain-bearing clouds in the sky. After a lull, when a mild
soothing
breeze starts and the trees start dancing, you know that the storm
is about
to start.

The storm was approaching as Bachchu came on top of me. His
cockhead
was now resting on my triangle. His body was shivering as he rubbed
against my nudity. I grabbed his cock again and moved his organ
close to
my opening.

"Lower yourself here --ahhhh--- and press ..........." I felt the
soothing breeze and the dancing of trees as his eager cockhead
pierced my
wet opening. It was thoroughly wet to guide him deeper and deeper
down,
upto the end of the tunnel.


"Ahhhhhh.........Hhhhhhhh.....More......deeper.........deeper....ahhh
hhhh"
I cried out, as my boyservant went further and further in. Where
was the
pain, that prevented me from coital relations so long ? It was
incredible.
I revived my passion through an extremely forbidden relationship but
it was
a naked truth. I was overjoyed. I wanted to cry out, "See Raja,
look
here, I can do it....". But, it wasn't Raja. It was my twenty year
old
boyservant, with whom I have just started an illicit relationship !!!

"Now you can start the massage " I said in a naughty manner. I
wanted
to make the boy understand that fucking is just a part of the
massage. I
could then feel the trees and the leaves dancing. And there was a
storm in
no time, as he started the rhythm.

"Ooooohhhhh.....Bachchu. Harder !!! Faster !!! Do it,.....,
ahhhhhhh,
..."

"Masima, ever since I started working in your house, this was
always my
dirty wish.ahhhh... I --I never knew --- it would be true some
day....ahhhhhh..", he said while both of us were deep deep inside our
coital pleasure.

There was a storm all around me. A storm that was threatening to
blow
everything up and it did. I could hear the murmurs of the storm.
Everything was deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It
ended in
rains, as both of us reached our ultimate climax and my cunt got
flooded
with Bachchu's love juice.

I kissed this young boy before getting out of the bed. He was
looking
at me with gratitude, as if to say that he had got the best possible
reward
for the wonderful massage that he had offered to me.

I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the shower
on and
washed myself all over. I wanted to express my joy. I was humming
some
tunes that came to me instantly. I again felt horny to think that I
have
two and a half days more to go. So, when am I going to invite my
forbidden
lover again ? What am I going to do at night ? Invite my servant
to the
bed which I share with my husband. No,....no way......!!

Then ? What am I going to do ? I must have him again - that's
what my
body tried to say with a sense of determination. When ? Again in
the
afternoon ? I just can't wait !!! I tried to impose a self-
discipline on
me. Not today anymore. Since everything started with the massage,
everything should be restricted to massage as well.

So, tomorrow ? Yes,... surely and then I would have one full
day and
night to ignite my passion more and more. What happened next ? Let
me
tell in brief.

* * * * * * * * * * Second day : Yes, we did it. We had a
massage (and
fucking) session after Aparna-di left (her chat was as much boring
as it
was on the previous day).

Then, it was a wait for another day and night.

* * * * * * * * * *

Third day: We did it again. Luckily, Aparna-di didn't spoil my
morning.
So, we had a much longer massage (and fucking) session. Raja was
supposed
to return by the evening flight. How am I going to face him after
all that
had happened ? Am I going to tell him everything ? How do I
start ? I
was getting more and more tense as the time of his arrival
approached. I
was waiting alone in the balcony, as his office car parked in front
of our
building.


The bedside lamp was on and I was lying next to Raja on the bed. He
was
reading the bunch of stapled papers that I had given to him and I was
gently caressing his hair.

"Wow ! "Raja"- a nice name for me " he commented with a big
smile and
appreciation.

"Not just Raja. Read later. It is Rajarshi, a combination of
Raja
(king) and Rishi (saint)." I replied back.

"But, your real name is lot sexier than Nandita. Hey, I don't
like that
name. Think of a better one." he criticised.

"No, it's going to be Nandita only. I like it."I was quite firm
to keep
my name as "Nandita" (happy woman).

"Okay, granted. It's your writing." he accepted my words and
continued
reading the story that I had written during his three days' absence.

"Good erotica !!!" was his comments after he finished reading my
incomplete story. He kept the papers on the bedside table and
said, "Why
don't you post it to asstr ?"

"Kidding ?" I had to ask, because I have never written anything
publicly
earlier, except for the college magazines (non-erotica of course !!).

"No, I mean it !" he looked serious. Both of us had been
watching this
website for quite sometime and although I love erotica, honestly, I
never
contemplated writing anything out there, especially when a powerful
female
writer is portraying Indian erotica so elegantly in asstr. But my
husband
gave me sufficient encouragement to decide in favour of the
submission.

"Tell me how will your story end ? Will Nandita run away with
Bachchu
?" he laughed.

"Oh no, I won't go upto that extent ! Haven't I acted just like
the way
you fooled me telling about your relationship with your maid-
servant ?" we
burst into laughter together and spontaneously embraced.

"So, am I going to give you a manly massage tonight ?" he said
with an
amorous glance at me.

"You naughty-----" I just managed to reply before coming within a
tighter embrace of my only man in life. No, there is no Bachchu
anywhere.
He is just an imaginary character. And I am perfectly healthy with
no
signs of backpain.

The only true part of the story is what you are reading now.

The lights went off.

Then ?
.....................................................................
......
.............................

When it ended, I whispered with a passionate kiss, "After what
you have
done just now, can I call you a rishi (saint) any more ? You are
just my
Raajaaa (the king)...Ummmmm"

"So you are my Raani (the queen)! Do you know we shall spend this
weekend at Chandipur on sea ?"

"Rea---lly ? For more manly massages ?". The smile on my face
was very
very naughty.