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THE MASTER'S VICE
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by

Mixoscopist
mixoscopist@gmail.com / mixoscopist@cnbindia.com

(c) 2005. All rights reserved

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead,
is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING
EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ
FURTHER.
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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
_naukar_s, 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
_memsahib_s. In a deliberate and calculated subversion of the ordinary
social order, the _sahib_s 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.

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