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Subject: {ASSM} New Story - Life of Privelege (M/F, wife)
Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 09:10:06 -0500
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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated
as such.  The following story is for the entertainment
of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories
upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal
in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

Life of Privelege (M/F, wife)


        My father was killed when I was five years
old.  I still don't know what happened.  My mother
said that she didn't know exactly either.

          "Why do you ask?  It won't bring him back,"
she would say.  It was clear that she didn't want to
discuss the matter any further. 

            There was a more pressing question that I
wished to ask my dear mother since last night.  She
didn't know that since I was seven, I had quietly
followed her every night as she sneaked out in the
dark to the master's bedroom.  Wearing only a simple
worn out floral printed gown, she would walk out
nearly every night for the last eight years since my
father was killed.  I knew she wore nothing underneath
that gown, as the clear outlines of her buttocks and
her breasts were noticeable.

          Last night, my mother did not go to the
master's bedroom but instead slipped into Mithun's
bedroom.  She had never done that before.

           All through my short life Mithun used me as
his personal toy.  Being just a couple of years older
than me and the master's only son, he treated me as a
toy, the dark skinned son of the maid.

           "Fetch," he used to command just a few
years back.  On all fours I used to go into the large
grounds and bring back the stick that he had thrown.

            It had been a year since he had pretty
much left me alone, apparently his interests were
diverted to other pursuits.  Apparently his father was
gearing him up for a leadership role in their business
enterprise.

            I had spied on my mother through the
keyhole as she submitted herself to the master.  Even
after years and years, I was still fascinated to watch
my mother remove her single piece of clothing and
attach herself to this man.  Her dark skin contrasted
with the master's fair skin.  I knew my mother enjoyed
it as she always seemed to be moaning and urging the
master.

           Seeing how she put his thing into her mouth
and dutifully sucked on it made my little penis become
hard.   I wanted to see how he grabbed my mothers
perky and well formed breasts and how he put his
hungry mouth on those large dark knobs making her body
shudder with desire.  Then how their bodies became
one, moving in ways that was passionate and raw.

           The first thought that came into my mind
when she went to Mithun's bedroom was that my mother
made a mistake.  I immediately spied into the keyhole.
 I knew the keyhole would give me a direct view of the
bed.

            "Did Daddy explain everything to you?"
Mithun asked my mother.  I could see a tent forming in
his pajamas.

             "Yes, little master," my mother replied. 
"I am here for whatever you desire."

             I was surprised that Mithun had such
self-control.  If I knew that a woman as beautiful as
my mother was willing to give in to your every sexual
desires, I would have had my paws all over her.  But
then I never knew a world of privelege, where I
supposed one took such things for granted.

            "How can you prove that," Mithun said. 
"Will you do anything I ask?"  He rubbed his thumb
back and forth on her lips.

             "Y-yes," my mother replied.  Her body
tensed.  She knew that Mithun was planning something
devious.

              "Relax," he said.  "I am saving the fun
stuff for later."  From each side of her hips, he was
gathering up her gown, slowly exposing her nicely
formed legs and thighs.  Soon my mother was naked from
the waste down and he pulled the rest of the gown over
her head.

            My mother looked away as she was being
sized up by Mithun's lustful eyes.  Then he began
undressing himself, freeing his excited erection.  I
could see that he wanted to take her then and there.

            "Lie down," he ordered.  She obeyed. 
"Open your legs,"  I saw her legs part.

            When Mithun immersed his strong rod deep
into my mother's inner flesh, I noticed his whole body
trembling.  It was like a conquerer overwhelmed with
the power he has just been given.

           She submitted with abandon to his youthful
power and shook vigorously as passion enveloped her
body.  Her head turned side to side as he kept
pounding her.

          "Don't stop," she pleaded.  Her fingers
scratched his back.

           "You need my strong dick, don't you bitch,"
he said.

           "Yes..yes," my mother said between moans. 
Her dark unblemished legs wrapped itself onto Mithun.

            I knew my newly evolved manhood needed its
much built up release.  With my usual light
footedness, I scrambled back to my scrawny cot in the
maid's quarter.  I whipped out my erection and stroked
it with urgency until the eruption that brought peace
back to my senses occurred.  But peace was
short-lived.  Anger creeped into my veins.

            "Why did God give us dark skin?" I asked
my mother since she didn't want to talk about my
father.

           "What kind of a question is that?" she
said.  She sat on her cot trying to garner as much
rest for the long day of demeaning work.

            "If we had fair skin, we would be rich," I
told my mother.  "We would be leading a life of
privelege, where everyone would be doing things for
us."

           My mother was quiet for awhile.  She just
sat in her worned out house dress with a faded floral
print looking at her fingernails.  She removed a
little torn handkerchief from under her pillow and
sobbed quietly.

             I couldn't say anything more.  "Forgive
me," I said.

             That night and the following nights, my
mother went into Mithun's bedroom.  I followed and did
my usual peeping.  I found it strange that Mithun
would sniff my mother's body.  He would run his
fingers through her hair and bury his head in it and
take in the aroma.  He would inhale deeply and with
gusto her unwashed underarms.  He would wedge his nose
between her sweaty toes.  Most of the time he got
himself acquainted with that flesh between her legs. 
His nose always seemed to be sniffing around there.

              His erection was strong and straight. 
He would lie on his bed, legs apart and commanded my
mother, "Play with it."  She would run her fingers all
over it.  Her fingers would circle around his sac.

            He would lay on his bed and have my mother
on her knees over him, her dangling breasts brushing
each side of his cheeks.  Like candy he sucked on her
large brown nipples, alternating from one breast to
the other.

          She would lick his erection like a candy and
he would say, " Go lick my balls."  Her tongue would
flicker from one to the other.  Then he would get on
his knees and command her to lick up and down his
asshole.  "Put your tongue in it," he said.  I could
see that she did it.  I was sure he didn't clean it
very well but my mother did not make a single fuss.

             Mithun preferred lying on his back and
having my mother sit over his erection.  The muscles
in her thighs rippled as she rode him up and down,
making his glistening rod appear and disappear.  I saw
my mother in all angles as each night Mithun would
change the direction that he lay on his bed.  I saw
her from her back with her firm ass, from the side
with the silhouette of her breasts and from the front
with that delicious expression on her face.

           "Aagh," my mother said when she finally
climaxed and her body shook from the uncontrollable
sensation.

            When Vijay came to visit for a week, he
stayed with Mithun sleeping on a mattress placed next
to Mithun's bed.  His cousin was thin and tall and had
coarse black hair that seemed very hard to manage. 
Mithun did not divulge the sexual activities he had
with my mother.  That week my mother went back to the
master's bedroom as she seemed unwilling to just have
a quiet restfull night.

           Mithun and Vijay did argue a lot.  Most of
the time they were trying to show who had more of
anything and everything in their short lives. 
Unluckily I was nearby when they had another pathetic
discussion during Vijay's last day.

           "Hey, Bantu!  Come here," Mithun commanded.

             I walked into his room and tried to find
a corner that I could disappear into.  I hoped Mithun
did not turn vicious.

            "You've seen me through the keyhole.  Tell
Vijay that I am a real man and that I have tasted a
woman's body," Mithun said.

             I stood quietly, dumbfounded.  I wanted
to run.

             "Little prick!  Say something.  Tell
Vijay that your mother does nasty things with me or
else I'll cover the keyhole," he said.

            I was shaking.  I mumbled, "Yes, it is
true."

           "Do you think I am stupid.  Look, he is
shaking so much.  You're forcing him to agree with
you," Vijay said.  He made an exasperated face to show
that he was no fool.

             "Kanchana!  Kanchana!  Come here quick,"
Mithun shouted. 

             "Coming!" my mother shouted.  We could
all hear the sounds of her hurried feet.

             She open the door and quizzically looked
at all three of us.  She didn't know what to make of
us in Mithun's room.  Her bra was visible under her
paisley printed house dress that got wet doing the
laundry.

             "Look under the bed.  See if my playing
cards are there," Mithun ordered.

            My mother got on her knees, bent down and
poked her head underneath the bed.  Mithun sat on the
bed and rested his legs on each side of her protruding
buttocks.  When he placed his hands on her round
cheeks, my mother's body froze.  She didn't remove
herself from the position that she was in.  Mithun's
hands grabbed the fabric of her dress and began
bunching it up in his hands.  Vijay's mouth was open
as my mother's dark thighs became exposed.  Soon
enough we all saw her dark red panties that had a few
holes dispersed in a random fashion.

           "Now do you believe me," Mithun said with a
smug look on his face.  With his thumbs inside the
worned out elastic he pulled my mother's panties down
to her thighs.  Vijay and I each noticed the bulge in
our pants.  He caressed her exposed cheeks and rubbed
his forefinger up and down her crack.  My mother
remained still while knowing that two boys including
her son were watching her exposed butt.

               Mithun's finger toyed with her anal
opening absent-mindedly.  It gently circled around the
pinkish flesh at the hole.  Just as gently he twisted
his finger into the hole until he had half his finger
in it.  Ever so slightly, my mother responded by
rocking her butt.  He kept rotating and she kept
rocking.  Abruptly he removed his finger and said,
"Leave."

             Trying to maintain some modesty, my
mother got up, swiftly slided her panties up and got
her dress fixed up.  Vijay strained to see her front
and may have got a glimpse of her triangular patch. 
She left in a hurry and I was told to remain.

             Mithun sniffed his finger deeply. 
Satisfied he put his hand out towards me.  "Smell
this," he ordered.  His forefinger pointing towards me
was a few feet away.  I took two steps to place my
nose at the finger that just a few minutes ago was
buried in my mother's bunghole.  The strong unpleasant
odor jolted my senses.

            "Isn't it good?" he asked me.

             I nodded.  It was the only answer he
would have accepted.

             Luckily he quickly removed the offending
appendage from my face and took another deep long
sniff at it.  Without a word, he placed it next to
Vijay's face.  "Take it away!" Vijay shouted.  His
face was contorted in disgust.  "You're sick in the
head," Vijay said when he was safely away from the
finger.

            I never mentioned the episode to my mother
and she never said anything about it to me either. 
When I was seventeen years old, I started working in
the family business's warehouse where Mithun was my
immediate boss.   My mother still went every night to
Mithun's bed although I had stopped peeking a long
time ago.

             By nineteen, I had proven myself by
dedication, intelligence and hardwork to become the
warehouse manager.  I was out of the stifling, muggy
and dusty environment to a little desk half covered
with rubber stamps of all shapes and sized right
underneath a precariously perched old noisy
airconditioner.

              The master was kind to me and
appreciated everything I did.  "Keep working hard. 
You're an asset to this company," he would say while
patting my back in a fatherly way.  Mithun, however,
resented more and more my rise in the company.  It
didn't help that he was terrible at managing the
business.  His gullible to bad decisions kept the
business from expanding and his father erupting in
anger.

          Like clockwork every Saturday at two
o'clock, Ram used to come by and make his presence
known to me.  He was different from all the other job
seekers who I usually shoo away with a quick snap of
my wrist and a no-nonsense glare.  Unfortunately
without the master's consent, I was not able to take
in new warehouse workers.  Usually someone had to
leave before somebody could get in.

             Dropping a picture of his wife on my
cluttered desk, Ram would say, "You can share my wife
if you give me a job."  I would study the picture and
look at her narrow eyes, longish nose and those little
bumps that signify the nice juicy flesh of her
breasts.  She was by no means unattractive and I would
ponder on many occassions about holding his wife's
naked body in my arms.

             "If a position opens up, you are my top
choice," I said.

              Ram picked up the picture from my desk. 
"I'll see you next week," he said with a smile.

            As soon as Ram left, Pindoo walked in, his
face drained of blood and his body trembling.

             "What happened?" I asked. 

             Pindoo was short, beginning to bald and
in his mid-thirties.  He was the best worker and  knew
everything that needed to be known in the warehouse.

             "Mithun-ji said that I am fired," he
said.  Pindoo was on the verge of breaking down.

               "Why," I asked.

               "I was walking towards the loading area
and the newly arrived drums of coconut oil from Manoj
were scattered everywhere.  Mithun ordered the workers
to stack them up in the bottom pile," he said.  Pindoo
took a deep breath to control his voice.

             "You don't stack those coconut oil drums
in the bottom.  They are too weak and they would
crush," I said.

             "Exactly!" Pindoo said.  "When I saw what
was happening, I ordered the workers to stop."  He
took a few more deep breaths.  "Mithun-ji's face was
red with anger.  He told me how dare I override his
orders.  So he told them to continue stacking the
drums and told me to come to his office in half an
hour and bring my wife."

             "What happened then," I asked surmising
that the short plump lady waiting outside my little
office was Mrs. Pindoo.

             "I went home and got my wife, wondering
why he wanted to meet us at his office.   He locked
the door and shamed our dignity.  He demanded that my
wife remove all her clothes.  I pleaded with him but I
was so afraid to lose this job that I told my wife to
do it.  She had tears in her eyes as she uncovered her
modesty.  When she was totally naked, he looked up
from his papers and grinned.  Then he told her to lie
down on the table and reassured me that he will not
violate her," he said.  His voice became calmer.

           "Continue," I said.

           "Then he sniffed her all over.  He buried
his nose between her legs and under her arms.  When he
was satisfied, he told her to dress and told me not to
come back.   What am I going to do," Pindoo said on
the verge of tears.

              I knew I needed Pindoo and I was sure I
could keep him on the job.  Maybe something had to be
given to Mithun to appease his ego.  But I was
thinking about the hot naked body belonging to Ram's
wife which gave me second thoughts about helping
Pindoo.  Commonsense prevailed eventually as Pindoo
was just too valuable to lose.  My fantasies about
Ram's wife had to remain as fantasies.

             "Why do you want to help Pindoo?" Mithun
asked as I stood in front of his vast and spacious
office.

              "He will not undermine your authority
ever again, sir," I said.  I kept my head down showing
myself as a subservient employee.

               Mithun was enjoying this.  "The
decision had been made already and I won't change it,"
he said.

               "Think about his two children and his
wife," I pleaded but could see that this tactic was
not going to work.  After some moments of silence, I
spoke again.  "If Pindoo's wife came and visited you
once every month, will that change your mind?" I
asked.

               Mithun scribbled something on a
notepad.  I knew he was just trying to look busy
because he had never put any coherent thought on paper
before.  "I am a forgiving man," he said and paused.  
 He studied his scribbled notes like they were
revelations of everlasting life.  "She must visit my
office every other Saturday at two in the afternoon.  
If Pindoo is agreeable to this, he can come back to
work.   This is my final decision and leave," he
ordered.

               Bowing my head, I left before he
changed his mind.  I knew Pindoo and his wife would
accept as they really didn't have any choice.  Having
your body sniffed at and the occassional sex with
another man would be something that she may end up
enjoying.

             For the next two weeks, I became obsessed
with Ram's wife.  Taking a glimpse of her picture was
the high point of the day.  Other than that, I was
also happy to see Mrs. Pindoo walking contently upon
leaving Mithun's office.   It seemed that her sexual
organs may have finally received some arousal.

             My reverie was broken by Janak's
screaming into my office.  "There has been an
accident.  Come quick!" he shouted.

            Everyone was running towards the loading
area.  When I reached there, I was surprised by the
devastation caused by the coconut oil drums collapsing
from the weight of the heavier barrels and drums
placed on top of them.   The spills of different oils
and pastes were amalgamated throughout the cement
floor oozing its way in all directions.   I had a
feeling Mithun was going to make this my fault.

              "Everyone.  Help!" I heard someone
shouting.  A handful of workers were scrambling over a
big pile of crushed fallen drums and desperately
removing the pile over something.  I ran there and I
was horrified to see a body lying still underneath the
rubble.   Like the others, I began grabbing the broken
pieces of metal strapping and wood with my bare hands
to get to the fallen worker.

            Unfortunately Rajan was dead.  He died for
Mithun's misplaced arrogance.  But I didn't have time
to get furious as I had to protect my own ass.  Mithun
would have already cooked up a decent story putting me
in the wringer.

               Things moved fast.  The master paid
Rajan's family an equivalent of $500.  The family was
pleased as it was more than they expected.  The police
was also paid so that the matter would be quickly
closed.  Finally I was summoned to the master's grand
office.

             "Sit down," the master ordered.

              I noticed Mithun's smug face as I seated
myself on a plush chair.

             "I am extremely disappointed that such a
careless accident occurred under your watch," the
master began.  He sipped his hot sweetened tea.   "The
company has lost a lot of money due to this.  Do you
have anything to say?"

             "I regret everything that has happened
and I take the full responsibility for this accident,"
I said with my head lowered.

              I could see Mithun's face beaming
towards his father, his expression clearly saying,
"You see I was right all along."

               "Very well then," the master said to
me.  He looked towards his son and said, "I need to
talk to Bantu privately.  Can you step out for awhile,
son."

               As soon as we were alone, the master
came out from behind his desk and sat down on the
other matching plush chair.   I was ready to be fired
but my primary concern was how it was going to affect
my mother's position in the household.

              "I wished my son was more like you," the
master said.  His gaze was steady and unwavering. 
"You know he put the blame on you, but Pindoo told me
the whole story.   Actually, I am quite ashamed at my
son's behavior.  But what can I do, he is my son."

            "Thank you, sir," was all I could say.  I
knew it was a good idea not to talk much and leave
quickly so I started to get up.

              "By the way, find a replacement worker
immediately," the master ordered.

             That was the end of the meeting and I
hurried back to my desk.   Although jubilant, I was
concerned how Mithun would treat me knowing that I had
survived this episode.   However, my thoughts were now
focused only on Ram's wife.  I had mentally pictured
staying with this woman everynight, practically living
in Ram's domicile.  I couldn't wait the next seven
days until Saturday to inform Ram the good news when
he walks in at 2:00 pm.  How I wished I knew where he
lived.

             The news of the accident travelled fast. 
Lucky for me, Ram appeared on Monday along with
another thirty or forty job seekers.  I immediately
hired Ram and impatiently waited for the day's end.

           Ram was very cordial.  I studied the single
room dwelling which I knew I would be spending a lot
of time in.  Meena, his wife, did not smile and
dutifully served her husband and me a hot delicious
meal.  Even their active three years old son quieted
down soon after with a bottle of hot milk.

              "Does she talk?" I asked Ram about his
wife.

              Ram's face turned into a big grin. 
"Don't mind her.  She will warm up to you soon."

             When the little boy nodded off, I grabbed
Meena and plopped her on my lap.  There was no
resistance but also no reciprocation as I placed my
hand over her breast.  Through the clothes, I felt its
juicyness and softness.  I nudged my face closer and
kissed her neck.   I took in her aroma.

              I began undoing her buttons.  Excited,
my fingers could not release the hooks and buttons on
her top.  Eventually Meena began doing it herself, her
face still an expressionless blank.

             "Go in there," Ram said with his finger
pointing towards his bed.

             When we got on the bed, Meena drew the
curtains to give us privacy.  I thought I glimpsed the
ends of her lips upwards as she removed her top.  Her
clothes were removed effortlessly as I lay on the bed.
 My hands ran up and down her strong smooth calf and
thighs.   I admired her strong tight naked body and
her pear shaped bouncy breasts with bold dark nipples
proudly protruding away from each other.

             Quickly as I could I dispensed my clothes
while laying on the bed.  Meena straddled her neatly
trimmed pussy right over my face.  Her vaginal lips
inches from my mouth looked delicious.  As I took my
tongue out, she grinded into my face.  I furiously
licked her womanhood.  I darted my tongue in and
around every fold of her lips, wanting to experience
intimately every part of this woman who was about to
play a major role in my sexual life.

          Her moans became audible as my tongue did
its magic.   She began swaying as she still rubbed her
genitals on my face.   I was incredibally turned on
from her aggressive manner of seeking her own
pleasures.

             "Get your dick all the way in me," Meena
said.  They were the first words she ever said to me
and it was said loudly and with authority.  She
plunged herself over my erection swallowing my manhood
into her warm and moist tunnel in one stroke.  The
sensation was too much to bear.  The bubbling deep
within my testicles was ready to erupt.  I bit my lip
hard, drawing the strong taste of blood in my mouth,
just to hold myself from the humiliation of spurting
myself into her womb right away.  But then her body
gyrated deliciously over my poor dick giving it
sensations never experienced before.  With disgust
clearly shown on her face, she knew I had shot my wad.

            "Ram!" she called loudly.  "What kind of a
man have you brought?  He cannot last long."

            Ram's face appeared inside the curtains.  
"Sorry, dear," he said as his eyes roamed his naked
wife straddled over my naked body.  "I'm sure he will
get better.  I think it is just the excitement.  He
will settle down.  You will see."

            The awkward situation turned my dick into
a limp noodle and it slipped out of her pussy.  
Disgust showed on her face again.

           "I will please you," I offered.  My voice
was soft and pathetic.  I could not believe that this
woman was in control of me.

           "Good.  You better," she responded.  Once
again she shoved her pussy onto my face.  This time as
I licked her I had the added privelege of consuming my
own semen.  I didn't leave a drop and strangely I was
rock hard again.

          Grinning  she straddled my cock.  With her
carnal movements, my penis enjoyed the sensation of
her warm and wet shaft.  I knew I would hold up a lot
longer this time.  Her eyes were distant as she
gyrated to some unknown rhythm.  I did not mind being
used.

             "Good," she said, her eyes still distant.

            Meena kept sliding up and down.  I kept my
mind busy on other thoughts and tried to look away
from the delicious nakedness of Ram's wife.  Twice I
was able to control the imminent bubbling within my
balls.  I wanted Meena to be pleased.  Her back
started to arch even more, thrusting her proud breasts
upwards.  She whimpered incoherently.  Tremors rolled
through her body one after the other and she shrieked
profanities like a gutter dwelling slut as her body
was overwhelmed by the effects of the orgasm.  When I
was certain she had come, I let myself go.  As Meena
recovered, my tool spurted in her.

             She plopped down on the bed exhausted,
her back towards me.  I cuddled her body throughout
the night, planting kisses on her neck and back.  She
slept soundly without a single reciprocation of
tenderness.

              "Why did you let Meena control you?" Ram
asked when we were alone in my little office the next
afternoon.

            "I thought she likes to be in charge," I
said defensively.  "I was letting her enjoy herself."

            "You better be in control," Ram said and
left.

             I nodded but I knew Meena would be taking
charge again tonight.

The End

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