IT JUST WASN’T FAIR.

After that wonderful fuck when she returned from leave, Abhay had gone back to spending more time with his other women than with Kavita. He had fucked her only a couple of times in the month since. Her fellow maid, Kamla, got it every day, and the third, Radha, who was the oldest of the three, at least a couple of times a week. And there were others, Leela and Hansa and Nalini and Kamala, Rajshri and even the washerwoman, Hema.

Not that Kavita wasn’t getting any action. That was never a problem in this odd household.

With a soft sigh, she slipped her mouth off the large penis of the young man standing before her. Her fingers were curled around his cock, jerking it deftly. Its huge, hot hardness filled her hands. Opening her mouth wide again, she lapped the bulging cock-head sexily, took it in her mouth again. She heard the young man chuckle softly in pleasure.

Arun was a handsome young servant recently recruited to Abhay’s household. The manner of his engagement was typical: Abhay’s wife, Madhu, took him to bed after a few days, pronounced herself well satisfied and that was that. Arun got a large salary with generous perks, not least of which was the freedom to have as much sex as he desired with any of the several women of the house. His duties were light — some cleaning, some sweeping, being in attendance at dinner; and, of course, servicing the memsahib whenever she fancied him. Sometimes he was asked to do his bit in a household orgy, like tonight.

Arun had fucked Kavita before and enjoyed her. Kamla was lovelier, sexier and a better lay; Radha was an exceptional fuck despite her want of good looks; Hansa and Leela were prettier and, sexually, in a class of their own; Rajashri was insatiable and Nalini had a unique slender eroticism. But Kavita was, to his mind, just as good. True, her features were fleshier and less delicate, but she had an earthy sensuality that aroused him enormously. Her lips were full, sexy, the teeth very white and even. Her hair was thick and glossy and dark. Her eyes were large and dark, lined with kajal. And her body was lovely, slender, beautifully proportioned with proud breasts, a firm, flat belly and a really sweet ass.

He bent his head and watched her sucking his cock, her face twisting from side to side, her slim fingers curled lovingly around the base of his thick shaft. Her cheap gold necklace twinkled against her dusky skin. She jerked his cock in her fist, took it deep in her mouth, her head moving back and forth. Her tongue coiled lovingly around his cock-head. He gripped the nape of her long neck and pulled her face deeper into his crotch. She took his cock deeper in her mouth, her lips almost touching the base, her nose brushing his springy pubic hair. Her hands slid up his thighs. Her fingers cupped and squeezed his heavy balls. Her face was soft and silky smooth between his thighs, her mouth warm and moist, her tongue swirling erotically over his cock-head. Pumping his hips, he moved her head back and forth in his crotch, fucking her mouth.

“Yeh, suck it, slut,” he grunted. “Suck my cock! Hanh, rundi, choos! Choos mere lavde ko!”

All around them, the room was filled with writhing, gasping, moaning bodies in various stages of copulation.

At thirty-six, Radha was the oldest of the three full-time housemaids. Though she wasn’t good looking in the least, the men seemed to find her very sexy. It was probably her figure and certainly her soft wantonness. She was tall and slender, with a superbly curved back. She was bent over a broad divan on outstretched arms, her slim legs spread wide apart, her buttocks thrust back. Her long mangalsutra swung to and fro. Her breasts were gorged and pendulous, the long nipples nut-hard. Behind her, Ashok, one of the servants, grunted thickly as he skewered her cunt slowly with his massive penis. He held her narrow waist with one hand, his other twined in her dark hair. Radha’s face was turned up, her lips parted, her tongue pressed sexily to her upper lip.

“Ohhhh uhh ohma uhh OHHHHHHH!” she gasped as the servant thrust into her.

There was another servant lying under her, between her outstretched arms, a young man named Deepak. He grinned up at her and, grabbing her head and pulling it down to his groin. Radha groaned, bending steeply from the waist, her hands moving to his crotch to grab his big penis. Her mouth opened wide and her long tongue swirled out over his cock-head. He grunted, grinned, pulled her head deeper into his crotch. Behind her, Ashok chuckled softly, his hips pinned to her buttocks. Radha’s body writhed and swung between the two men.

He heard a loud groan and looked up across the room. A grin split his handsome face. At the far end of the room, the memsahib’s lovely elder sister, Nita, was bent over the large white sofa, one foot on the floor, the other on the armrest, her body bent over with one forearm along the backrest. Her body was twisted to one side, facing Arun, her other arm stretched down her body to her buttock.

Behind her stood Vinod, in his late teens, Radha’s son’s closest friend, and Radha’s own lover of the past many months. He was a tall, lean youth of about twenty, with a dark, strong body. One hand was on the knee of her raised leg, the other gripped her hip. Arun watched him grind his hips forward, squeezing his cock deep into her cunt. In and in it went, piercing her flesh deeply and Nita gasped, her head bowing. Her lovely breasts were swollen and turgid, the nipples stiff. The gold chain around her neck dangled free of her creamy skin. Vinod’s cock was thick and long and he entered her slowly, with immense pleasure. Arun knew just how good it felt, the soft, wet warmth of her cunt enveloping and contracting powerfully on the throbbing heat of her lover’s invading penis. Her dark eyes fluttered shut and her face creased in a smile of slavish sexual pleasure, the full lower lip going slack, showing her firm, white teeth. The teenager grunted and pushed his cock deeper into her.

“Yes,” Arun heard her gasp. “Oh ma uhh hanh uhh oh yes, Vinod ... chodh mujhe ... fuck me! Oh that’s so good!”

Vinod’s face was suffused with pleasure. He began to fuck her slowly and deeply, drawing his hips back, then slowly sliding them forward, driving his cock deep into her cunt. Radha had taught him well. Nita gasped her pleasure and moved her hand to her breasts, caressing them slowly, squeezing the swollen mounds.

Right beside her and her teenage servant-lover stood her husband, fucking her sister’s avid mouth. He grinned wolfishly, on hand behind Madhu’s head, moving it to and fro in his crotch. Her face, turned to one side, was distended with the size of her brother-in-law’s cock.

“Fuck her good,” he said to Vinod. “She loves getting it from you servants!”

“Yeah,” the teenager chuckled. “Both of ’em, yer wife an’ her sister, too! Just love being fucked by us servant-types ... really turns ’em on! Eh, bitch, whaddya say?”

He pushed his hand under Nita’s body, squeezing her breast as he whipped his hips forward abruptly and without warning, driving his cock deep into her cunt. She cried out sharply, her face contorting in a sexy rictus of lust.

“OHMAUHOH Vinod uhh Vinod uh Vinod uhhh hanh uhh yes!”

“Liked that, eh? Like it good and hard, hah? Right! Take it then!”

He began fucking the older woman hard, gripping her hip for support and slamming his hips cruelly to and fro. His distended penis powered in and out of her cunt. She cried out in unfaked pleasure, her body jerking at that odd angle, her swollen breasts jiggling.

“OHHHH uhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Vinod! Fuck me like a whore! Chodh mujhe! Rundi ki tarah chodh!”

Watching the young servant fuck his wife, Hiten felt a frisson of envious excitement, a feeling unique with this kind of open cuckoldry. He grinned and turned his face back to his sister-in-law. She was on her knees, astride the lean hips of another servant, Ashok’s brother, Narendra. He had the body of a bull, which he took care to keep in shape, and a penis to match — fully nine inches long, thick as man’s forearm, ridged with pulsating veins. He dressed better, looked neat and clean, but his style of fucking was far rougher and less considerate than his brother — not that Madhu minded that very much: she liked being taken fiercely. A little rough handling added zest. About the only thing the two brothers shared was that they both turned her on immensely. That, and the opportunity to fuck the women of this household, including the memsahib, her sister, many of their friends and all the maids.

Narendra was fucking Madhu hard, his hands crushing her breasts, his hips bouncing rapidly up and down under her. Her body tossed on his lap as she sucked her brother-in-law’s swollen penis. Narendra slid his hands down to her narrow waist and began to rock her even faster up and down on his cock. She gasped and cried out, jerking Hiten’s cock in her fist, her body tossing on the servant’s lap. Her breasts bounced with his heaving thrusts up into her. The gold chain around her neck danced on her skin.

“C’mon whore,” Narendra growled. “C’mon, take it ... take it, you whorin’ bitch! Take my cock! Chul rundi! Lele! Le mere lavde ko!”

“Cool it, stud,” Hiten growled, evidently irritated by the servant’s rushing rhythm, preferring a slower tempo himself.

“Fuck off, boss,” the servant growled. “The bitch likes being fucked hard ... and so does your wife ... and they both love being fucked by us naukars, so don’t fucking tell me how to fuck ’em!”

Hiten barely contained his rage. He was on the verge of slapping the servant, but that would never do. These were the rules. In these orgies, the male servants were the masters. Then the women, including the memsahibs. In a deliberate and calculated subversion of the ordinary social order, the sahibs were at the bottom of the ladder.

He said nothing as the servant pulled Madhu’s face away, his hand behind her head, and pulled her head to his. Hiten watched his sister-in-law kiss the servant deeply, hungrily, her tongue flitting sexily in and out of his mouth. Between her brother-in-law and the servant, there was absolutely no doubt whom she preferred.

Hiten stepped back and allowed the servant his moment of triumph. It was a small price to pay. He masturbated slowly, watching them. Madhu was crying out in pleasure, her body again tossing wildly on the servant’s lap. Her swollen breasts jiggled and bounced heavily. Her gold necklace tossed and flapped. Her head was flung back. The servant gripped her buttocks hard. Hiten could see her cunt rising up the dark pole of the servant’s cock, then crashing down again, her buttocks creasing open and splaying outward as she impaled herself, repeatedly and fully, on the monstrous penis.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes ... yes Naren yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! OHHHH uh yes oh fuck yes oh yes oh god yes oh yes c’mon you fucker yes fuck me!”

The servant grinned hugely, thrusting powerfully up and down under her, now holding her hips and jigging her on his cock.

“Yeh! Take it, whore!” he cried. “Take my cock, you whoring bitch! C’mon! Dance on my prick, whore! Dance on your fucking servant’s cock!”

As Hiten watched, the servant shoved his hands up her body, squeezed her breasts hard. He made her slow down, pulling her to a stop in her motions with her cunt fully and deeply impaled on his cock. Grinning, he began pushing her backwards, leaning forward at the same time. She moaned and let him bend her body to his will, going further and further back till her torso was horizontal, supported partly by his spread thighs, partly by his hands under her buttocks. She dropped her arms, steepling her fingers on the floor. Her breasts were thrust out high. She braced her feet against the bottom of the sofa’s backrest.

“C’mon!” she gasped, craning her neck to look at her servant-lover. “Fuck me!”

The stocky servant scooted forward so that his butt was on the very edge of the sofa. He drew his feet back slightly, with his soles and toes on the ground, his heels against the bottom of the sofa. He lifted his buttocks slightly off the sofa and, holding her buttocks, began fucking her hard with quick, deep, jabbing thrusts, rocking his hips swiftly back and forth. It was a difficult position, but one that he seemed to manage without apparent effort. Hiten felt a shard of envy shoot through him.

“C’mon! Cmon, whore!” the servant cried. “Take it!”

“OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHH!” Madhu cried, her body jerking and jiggling furiously, her breasts bouncing violently with the servant’s pounding thrusts.

He kept at it for several minutes before slowing down and easing back on the sofa. She came up with him, in his arms, gasping and panting, kissing him hungrily, her cunt still jammed down hard on his cock. Grinning, Narendra eased his memsahib off his lap. She understood at once, turning around on her forearms and knees with her back to him. He knelt behind her and pushed her forward. Now Hiten stepped forward and pulled her face into his crotch. Narendra took his massive penis in his hand and slowly squeezed it between the curves of her buttocks into her cunt. Madhu groaned deep in her cock-filled throat, her body rocking forward as the servant thrust deep into her.

“Much better,” Hiten grunted, his hands going under her body to squeeze her swollen breasts. “Yeh, c’mon, slut ... suck my prick ... yeh ... oh fuck that’s good ... yes, do it!”

On the broad, deep divan against the near wall, Arun’s saheb, Abhay, was taking his current favourite Kamla. She was truly lovely, with a stunning face. Her slender, dusky body was superbly curved, the breasts high and proud, the waist narrow, the belly flat. He was leaning against the wall, legs spread as she sucked his cock, kneeling between his legs. Her waist-length hair, thick and dark, was tied in a bun on the nape of her neck. Abhay caressed her lovely face gently, moving her head up and down in his lap. His massive penis glistened with her ministrations. She sucked the head of his cock, wrapped her tongue lasciviously around it, then lifted and bent her head and took him deep in her mouth. Arun knew that, like most of the women here, she was madly in love with the saheb. But he was that kind of man. One in a million.

He watched as the master pushed his lovely maid’s face away. She rose, sliding up over him, kissing his incredible body lovingly, sucking his sharp nipples. Straddling his lap, she took his huge cock in the slender fingers of one hand and moved her cunt over it. Abhay pulled her face down to his and kissed her tenderly, his hands caressing her swollen breasts. With a shuddering moan, she eased her cunt down on his cock. He smiled up at her, cupping her face in his large hand. She kissed his palm, her dark, kajal-rimmed eyes fluttering shut, her lovely lips parting. Lower and lower her hips sank, till she had him engulfed in her flesh.

Arun pushed Kavita’s head away at last. Without a word she turned and moved to the second divan on her forearms and knees, lifting her buttocks to her lover. Her breasts hung swollen and pendulous. The gold chain around her neck swung free. For a moment, Arun was tempted by the sight of her puckered anus but then decided against it — at least for the moment. Beneath him, Kavita moaned softly, her face turning to one side, her torso sinking lower, her face on its side on the counterpane, her buttocks lifted high. Behind her, the eighteen-year old youth dropped in a low squat over her hips. Grunting softly, he squeezed his inflamed penis into her tight cunt. Kavita gasped, biting her lower lip, lurching forward under his thrust. The big penis crushed into her cunt and her full lips parted and she moaned thickly. The youth drove himself deeper and deeper into her, pinning his hips to her trembling buttocks. Gripping her slender waist, he began fucking her slowly and deeply, with long, piercing thrusts. Kavita bit her lower lip, her nostrils flared with tension.

“Ohh!” she gasped. “Oh ma uhh OHH uhh oh uhhhh hanh uhh oh Arun uhh ah uhhh OHHHHH!”

“Chul ... chul, rundi, chul!” the young man gasped, slowly flexing and unflexing his buttocks, fucking her steadily and slowly. “Le mere lavde ko! Take my cock, whore, take it!”

Kavita’s slender body rocked back and forth with Arun’s thrusts. The gold chain around her neck swung to and fro. Kavita’s head rose, suffused with pleasure. Arun’s cock felt good, very good, ploughing in and out of her cunt, mashing her gorged clitoris in its passage. Her smooth-skinned, dusky body trembled with excitement. Her face was turned on one side, looking straight at her master with the other maid, the delectable Kamla. She wanted him so much.

She watched as Kamla bent over Abhay to kiss him deeply and lingeringly, sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth. He caressed her back and buttocks tenderly. With a soft moan, she raised her torso, kneeling astride his hips with her arms stretched out, fingers steepled on the bed on either side of his wide chest. She began to move, rocking to and fro on her hands and knees, running her cunt up and down the length of his huge cock. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples stiff. Abhay thumbed them and she shuddered, arching her exquisitely long neck, tilting her lovely face back. His cock glistened as it went in and out of her cunt. He moved smoothly, rhythmically under her, thrusting his cock up into her. She chewed her lower lip and then gasped sharply as he forced the pace, moving faster and faster. The gold necklace tossed and slapped on her dusky satin skin. Her breasts bounced and he squeezed them hard. She twisted her body and reached behind her, cupping and squeezing his balls. Kavita watched them move faster, gasping and grunting softly, thickly.

They slowed and Kamla quickly slipped off the sahib’s cock and turned around, her back to him. Reaching down, she took his cock in her hand and quickly sank her cunt on it in one long rushing thrust that made her arch and throw her head back. He held her buttocks and hips and thrust up into her. Groaning, she leaned forward on her outstretched arms and began rocking to and fro once again, her head bowed now. Abhay teased her buttocks open and fingered her anus. Kamla gasped and moved faster, thrusting her hips hungrily down on his. Rearing upright, she squeezed her breasts, crushing them in a frenzy. Kavita saw him begin to twist his hips deftly from side to side as he thrust powerfully up and down under Kamla. The maid gasped loudly, her body trembling, her hips writhing on his hips in a frenzy of delight, her cries rising.

Arun began moving faster, plunging deeply into her. Kavita groaned, her eyes fluttering shut, her body rising on her forearms, shoulders hunched, head bowed. The servant fucked her swiftly and deeply, snapping his hips to and fro, driving his gorged penis in and out of her cunt. It did feel good; Kavita whimpered thickly, her full lips parted.

“Hanh ... uhh ma uhh ohma uhh hanh uhh OHHH!” she gasped softly.

Her breasts were swollen and hot. His hands slid under them and she groaned again, rocking her body to and fro, forcing her cunt back down deep onto his cock, squeezing tight on it, hearing him grunt in satisfaction.

And then Kavita felt a gentle hand on her head, lifting her face up. Abhay knelt before her, his massive penis quivering before her lips, smiling down at her. Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure. He caressed her face affectionately. She smiled at him and moved her face and gently, tenderly, with immense longing, pressed her lips to his cock.