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[This is a courtesy copy of an article posted to Usenet via Deja News]

Servant's Desire

F. L. Byrste <flbyrste@thevortex.com>
Submitted by Jayant Lund <jlund@poboxes.com> for The Cyrene Project
<cyrene@cryogen.com>

Story also online at
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Ashok rings the doorbell and waits. Before the chimes fade, the door
opens and he steps through. It clicks shut quickly behind him and he
smiles at his hostess. Her name is Seema and she is an attractive woman
in her late thirties with a ravenous sexual appetite.

Seema's husband is a prosperous businessman. He has a factory in a small
industrial zone some distance from Bombay. He travels a great deal on
work.

The direct result of this is that the sex in Seema's marriage is
infrequent, though excellent when she has it. Jayesh, her husband, is a
powerful and demanding lover with considerable skill and stamina. He
fucks her superbly and she loves it, for she has always loved sex since
she was sixteen and first hungry for the experience. She knows, too, that
Jayesh has several mistresses, and is regularly unfaithful to her, though
they do not speak of it. Seema sees no reason to deprive herself, given
the circumstances. Fortunately, they have no children, and she has the
liberty to indulge herself, which she does, taking lovers as she pleases.

She has a small, independent consultancy and she meets several people
during her work and has no trouble in finding lovers. Her favourites,
though, are still the servants. She loves their hard bodies and demanding
manner, the easy dispensation with social niceties and small chat.

She is fair-skinned and attractive with a round, smiling face. She has
long, dark hair that she invariably wears in a tidy bun on the back of
her head. Her eyes are deep brown and full of sparkle. She wears a red
*bindi* in the middle of her broad forehead. Her lips are soft and full,
her nose straight, if a trifle broad, but sweet on her all the same. She
wears no makeup and looks clean and soft and desirable.

Her body has grown fleshy and ripe with time. Her breasts are heavy and
full. She wears *sari*s with tight blouse and her breasts strain at the
confines of the cloth, jutting out over the lower hem that runs hard under
them. Her cleavage is deep and exciting. She wears a long black bead
*mangalsutra* around her neck, nestling between her breasts. Her belly is
rounded, yet firm and her hips flare to splendid buttocks. Her limbs are
smooth and rounded, with shapely hands and feet.

Ashok notices that she is still in her formal attire, a white blouse with
buttons down the front and a mandarin collar, and a light black and white
printed cotton *sari*. Her feet are bare. He follows her as she walks
through the short entrance foyer to the living room.

"Working late?" he asks.

"Mm. I had an important meeting."

She sees no reason to mention that the meeting was with her peon and it
was entirely sexual, on the floor of her small office with the door
securely locked. Her practice is small and, frequently, when the evenings
stretch out endlessly with little work to do, she spends time having sex
with her one or more of her peons, often having them fuck her together.

Ashok strips off his shirt and tosses it aside. Seema steps into her hall
and turns as he comes up to her. Without another word, she lifts her face
to his, her hands sliding up his deep, hard chest, caressing him
sensuously. Of all her servant-lovers, Ashok is one of the best. He
smiles and kisses slowly and deeply, his hands sliding up her soft,
fleshy body, sliding under her *pallu*, cupping her breasts. The soft
mounds fill his hands and he marvels at their size and weight and form,
the hardness of her nipples. She wears no underclothes as a matter of
habit. Slowly, he draws the *pallu* of her shoulder and unravels the
*sari*. It slides to her feet, leaving her standing before him in her
blouse and petticoat.

Seema presses to him as they kiss like lovers, her tongue flickering in
his mouth. Her fingers crawl across his chest, and she scrapes her nails
over his small, hard nipples. As he squeezes her breasts, her hands glide
down his body, over his belly and she unclasps and unzips his trousers
smoothly, sliding her hand into his crotch.

Ashok quickens with pleasure as her fingers close delicately around his
thick, long penis. His trousers puddle to his feet. The top three buttons
of her blouse are open, revealing her deep cleavage and he flicks open
two more and pulls her long *mangalsutra* out of her blouse. Seema likes
wearing it, to show that she is married. She knows that a visual reminder
that she is married to another man excites many of her lovers. Ashok is
no exception.

Her breasts swell and grow hot and hard in his hands. The kiss breaks and
Seema arches her head, her face suffused with lust. Ashok nuzzles the
nape of her neck and she runs her tongue through his ear. He pinches her
stiff nipples through the fine cloth of her blouse. Bending his head, he
drags his tongue into her cleavage and then, squeezing one breast, sucks
it through the blouse. Seema whimpers softly, arching her back, feeding
her breast to his mouth.

"Yes," she groans. "God yes!"

It feels wonderful, his warm mouth clamped on her breast-tip, his tongue
flipping at her erect nipple through the blouse. His hands squeeze her
buttocks now and he pulls up her petticoat and pushes his hands under it,
sliding them up over her naked thighs and buttocks, squeezing them,
parting them, pressing a fingertip to her anus. Seema groans and writhes
against him.

Meanwhile, her hands are busy working his cock, stroking and jerking it
deftly. It swells and hardens in her fingers and she flips the foreskin
back over his bulging cock-head. With a shuddering moan, she sinks to her
knees before him and quickly takes his erect cock in her mouth. Ashok
gasps sharply, his belly snapping inward in shock and delight, his head
arching back. Her mouth is soft and warm and wet and he can feel her
tongue swirling over his thick cock-head, her teeth scraping delicately
over his cock-shaft.

"Ohhh yes ... come on ... suck it ... suck my prick!" he gasps. "Suck it
hard!"

Seema loves sucking cock. The tangy, musky taste and odour of a thick,
hard cock filling her mouth never fails to arouse her. She groans, her
eyes hooded, her head tilted to one side and, opening her mouth wide,
jerking his shaft in her fist, winds her tongue cunningly around the
cock-head, delicately probing the long slit in its tip. Ashok gasps
thickly, his hips lurching and twitching back and forth, his hands on her
head. He bends his head and watches her. It is an erotic sight and
arouses him further. His cock grows slimy with pre-cum gunk and she
whimpers in pleasure, caressing her face with it, toying it with her lips
and tongue and teeth. Rising, she licks and tongues his belly wantonly
and pushes his cock down into her cleavage through her blouse. Ashok
gasps at the soft warmth of her breast-sheath. He can feel her hard
nipples scraping his shaft as she squeezes her breasts over his penis;
can feel, too, the rasp of the *mangalsutra* on his thick shaft. It is a
wonderful feeling. His penis throbs and quivers in eager anticipation.
Seema groans. She loves the feel of his thick, hard cock between her
breasts.

Drawing his cock out, she takes it in her mouth again and begins sucking
it hungrily. Ashok groans loudly and fucks her face, rocking her head
back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock fills
and distends her face. Her tongue and lips work his penis adroitly. The
fires grow and spread in his loins. Gripping his hips, she takes him
deeper in her mouth and sucks his cock rapidly, her head rocking swiftly
back and forth. His cock glistens as it goes in and out of her mouth.

"Yes! Ohhhh uhhh *hanh* ... yes! Suck it ... c'mon bitch ... suck my dick
... suck it harder!" he gasps.

Seema's body crackles with lust and desire. She sucks harder and faster,
relishing the quick spurts of pre-cum gunk in her mouth and swallows his
seed. Gasping, Ashok pushes her head away.

Seema rises and moves to a wide, deep armchair. Ashok kneels before her
and pushes her petticoat up her legs and over her knees and thighs. Her
legs spread open and she lifts them, hooking her knees over the arms of
the chair. Ashok bends forward and kisses her, his hands on her breasts,
crushing them hard. She clenches his head, caresses his shoulders. He
flicks the buttons of her blouse and pulls it open. Her breasts are hot
and heavy in his hands, her nipples stiff and hard. He squeezes her
breasts, pinches her nipples. Her *mangalsutra* is crushed between the
fleshy mounds. His tongue flips sexily in and out of her mouth. Seema
groans deep in her throat and arches under him, her hands sliding down to
his crotch, stroking and jerking his thick penis, cupping and fondling
his heavy balls.

"Ashok," she moans. "Fuck me ... come on ... fuck me!"

He smiles and bends his head to her breasts. Seema whimpers as his thick,
heavy tongue flips over one nipple, whipping it rapidly. Tiny flames of
excitement leap through her body. He scrapes the nipple with his teeth,
twirling and twisting it and she gasps, her face screwing up in lust, her
head jerking to one side, her back arching, her breasts rising to his
mouth and lips. Squeezing the mound in his hand, the servant takes her
breast in his mouth and sucks it. Seema moans, one hand under her breast,
lifting it to his mouth, the other hand squeezing and kneading her second
breast.

"Ohhh ... yes! Ohh god yes!" she groans.

Ashok sucks her breast sharply, lets go, sucks again. He rubs her hard
nipple across the roof of his mouth, over his gums, across his teeth.
Seema shudders and moans in pleasure. He moves to the other breast and
works that for some time. Then, squeezing both breasts together, he sucks
them simultaneously, nibbling the twin nipples delicately. Seema gasps
and writhes on the chair, clenching his head. Her tongue roves through
his ear, her fingers caress his body delicately. Ashok twines her long
*mangalsutra* in his fingers and, lifting his head to kiss her, scrapes
the hard beads across her breasts and nipples. Seema's head jerks up and
she gasps loudly, her face suffused with pleasure, soft and radiant.

Ashok continues to torment her for several minutes, sucking her breasts,
squeezing them in his hands, rolling the hard *mangalsutra* across her
nipples. He knows her breasts are hypersensitive and that she is having
tiny multiple orgasms. At last, he releases her breasts and, smiling in
pleasure, moves lower, kissing her rounded belly, running his tongue
through her navel. He sinks to his knees on the floor and slowly pushes
her head between her thighs.

Seema's cunt is streaming now. She groans and claws her cunt-lips open
for her servant lover. Ashok drags his tongue up one thigh, then the
other, slowly moving to her slit. Seema groans and pulls her cunt-lips
wide. Ashok drinks in the beauty of her cunt, the delicate cunt-lips
rimmed with soft black hair framing the tender pink flesh within which
glistens with her juices. He can see the quivering stem of her swollen
clitoris and the darker opening of her cunt channel. Slowly, he drags his
tongue up the wet crack. Seema gasps and arches her back, her head
tilting upward.

"Ahhhhhh ... yes!" she groans.

Her cunt is musky and heady, her cunt-juices tingling on his tongue. He
laps at them gently, flicking his tongue delicately around her cunt-lips,
darting around her gorged clitoris. Her hips writhe and buck. He moves
his tongue up and down her slit, twisting it this way and that, curving
it to a sharp point and jabbing it in and out of her cunt-flesh. Seema
pulls her cunt-lips wider open.

"Yes ... c'mon ... do it ... lick me, Ashok ... lick my slit ... come on
... yes ... ohhhh yes ... there ... ahhh yes ... ohhh god yes yes ...
there ... ahhh yes there!"

Now Ashok whips his tongue at her clitoris, flicking it rapidly back and
forth, and slides his thick, long middle finger into her cunt-hole. It is
hot and wet and tight and it convulses frantically on his finger. He
rolls his finger around in her cunt, arching it deep inward, masturbating
her slowly while he tongue-fucks her. She clenches his head and bucks her
hips up and down. Her head is tilted to one side, her chin on her
shoulder, her mouth open. Her chest heaves. Her body rocks and jerks
gently as though she is being fucked. Her hot, heavy, swollen breasts
wobble and jiggle. Ashok pushes his face deep into her cunt and sucks on
her clitoris. Seema cries out, her head jerking back, her breath shooting
from her throat in an ululating moan.

"OHHHHHH! Oh ma uhhhh *hanh* uhhhhh OHHHHHHH!"

Ashok nibbles the hard knob of her clitoris and his finger runs rapidly
in and out of her cunt, masturbating her furiously. Her body jerks and
writhes frantically. She arches her back, lifting and squeezing her
breasts, her hands clapped over the large, fleshy mounds, pinching and
tweaking her rigid nipples. Faster and faster he moves his hand, sucking
and nibbling her clitoris simultaneously and she hisses wantonly. Her
body back bends and unbends, bowing and falling, her chest heaving, her
hips writhing and bucking, her hands squeezing her breasts frantically as
he brings her to the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm. He stops at the last
minute and rises, sliding his finger out of her cunt.

Seema groans loudly, panting and gasping with lust. "God ... no ... don't
stop ... don't stop now, Ashok, for heaven's sake!" she gasps.

Ashok laughs softly. "C'mon, bitch ... into the bedroom. I want to fuck
you in bed."

He steps back and saunters into her bedroom, a large, airy room with a
high, soft bed at one end. On the other side of the bed, twin louvered
door open onto a small balcony. There are sheer curtains over the doors
and they billow in the gentle breeze. The room is softly lit by bedside
lamps.

Seema follows him, shedding her clothes as she goes. By the bed, he turns
and pushes her to her knees and makes her suck his cock again. Gasping,
Seema obeys, taking his cock deep in her mouth and sucking him eagerly,
her hands working her breasts and cunt. Ashok grunts thickly and fucks
her mouth with immense pleasure, rocking her head back and forth in both
hands. Seema whimpers and groans deep in her cock-filled throat. Several
minutes later, he pushes her head away.

He fucks her on her back on the high, soft bed. Seema spreads her legs
wide, masturbating wantonly as he bends over and pushes his cock between
her thighs. She reaches down with one hand to guide him to her slit. He
bends over her on his knees and outstretched arms and slowly flexes his
buttocks. His cock-head pops into her cunt, his shaft slipping between
her fingers. She gasps and arches steeply, the breath shooting from her
throat in a rattling gasp. His cock is big and thick and it fills her
cunt, distending it fully, mashing her cunt-flesh and swollen clitoris.

"Yes!" she gasps. "Oh god yes! Do it, Ashok! Fuck me!"

The handsome servant groans and arches his head, his eyes fluttering
shut. Her cunt is hot and wet and tight and it squeezes his penis
feverishly. The fires burn in his groin and his balls ache for release.
He gasps, fighting for control, and slowly swings his hips in tight,
snapping arcs, flexing his buttocks taut as he swings them, unflexing,
flexing again. His cock mashes her cunt-flesh and clitoris, and slowly
spirals into her slit. Seema gasps and cries out, her cunt grinding up to
meet his hips in descent. Deeper and deeper he goes, tunnelling and
burrowing into her hot furrow till he is embedded in her cunt to the
hilt. She spreads her legs wide apart and arches under him, her face
suffused with lust, panting and moaning obscenely, her fingers digging
into the thick muscles of his forearms.

"Come on ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck me hard, Ashok ... fuck me! Take
me, Ashok! Fuck me like a whore!" she pants, a bitch in rut.

Abruptly, Ashok swings his hips up, jerking his cock outward and then
slams his hips down, ramming his cock deep into her cunt.

"C'mon bitch! Take it! Take my dick!" he cries.

The breath whooshes from her throat and she arches, gasping and crying out
under him.

"OHHHHHHH yes! Ohhh god yes! Yes!"

His cock is magnificent, hot and hard and thick and long, filling her
cunt, stretching it wide, grinding down deep into her flesh. Again he
rocks out, slams in, rocks out, slams in, and yet again. Seema lurches
and rocks under him, her body jerking with his mad thrusts.

Ashok thrusts faster and harder and deeper into her and then hits a
smooth, swinging rhythm, stroking powerfully and rapidly and deeply in
and out of her flesh. His hips swing up and down with steady, snapping
motions, his buttocks flexing and unflexing rhythmically, his cock
plunging in and out of her cunt, grinding and squelching and ramming and
reaming in deep. Seema whimpers her pleasure, her hands on her breasts,
squeezing them eagerly, her hips rocking up and down under his. He bends
his head and kisses her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She
groans and arches under him, winding her arm about his head. Moving
smoothly and seamlessly, he begins to swing his hips again in circles,
mashing her flesh ruthlessly. Seema hisses in pleasure, her hands
squeezing her breasts, scraping her *mangalsutra* over her hard nipples.

"Yes ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... ohhhh uhhh yes ... ohhh uhhh ahhhh
uhhh yes ... there ... oh god yes ... oh ma uhhh *hanh* uhh ahhh uhhh
ahhhh uhhh yes!" she goes.

"Take it ... c'mon, whore ... take my dick ... take it, you fucking bitch
... c'mon ... take it all ... oh yeh ... that's it ... oh fuck yes ...
take it, you randy bitch ... take my prick!"

Seema begins to sweat. Perspiration trickles between her breasts, beads
her brow and upper lip. Strands of hair cling damply to the nape of her
neck. She gasps and whimpers, clenching his arms. Bending his head, he
sucks her breasts and nipples, moving relentlessly in and out of her
cunt. Her orgasm grows and looms. He thrusts deep into her and flips his
hands up to her breasts, crushing them under his weight, pinning her
beneath him. Seema moans and thrashes hotly under him, begging for more,
whimpering and crying out.

Seema begins to orgasm and there is nothing Ashok can do to stop her. He
groans as her hot cunt convulses frenetically on his penis and, flinging
his head back, his hands crushing her breasts, drives his cock into her
with deep, ramming thrusts, pausing and twitching with his penis buried
in her slit. On and on he goes, ramming his cock into her till her orgasm
wanes and her body sinks. She moans thickly, her chest heaving. Gently,
Ashok slides out of her cunt.

"Now," he murmurs. "Turn over bitch. I want to fuck you from behind."

Seema groans, but is unable to resist. The temptation is too great. She
turns around obediently and, on her forearms and knees before the
servant, spreads her legs and presents her rear to her servant. She knows
that she likes to fuck her ass; she doesn't mind it herself. Indeed, she
rather enjoys the curiously algedonic sensation of having a thick, hard,
long cock tunnelling into her ass.

"Want my ass?" she murmurs, turning her face over her shoulder.

For a second, the servant is tempted. He caresses her smooth, creamy
buttocks, spreading them open and fingering her taut anus. He knows just
how good it feels on his cock, hot and tight as a vise. She looks lovely,
wanton and eager, her face soft and radiant with pleasure. He knows she
will not mind. But he decides against it, at least for now.

"Later," he says. "After I've fucked your slit some more."

He pushes his cock between her buttocks and to her cunt-lips. They are
open and wet and he squeezes his cock into her cunt-flesh in a single
penetrating thrust that forces the breath from her throat in a rattling
moan.

"OHHHHH uhh yes! Ohhhh god yes!" Seema gasps as the huge penis surges into
flesh.

Ashok starts fucking her rapidly from behind. He grips her hips and jerks
her body back and forth, hammering his hips to and fro. His thighs slap
audibly against her buttocks. His long, thick penis plunges and pistons
and rams in and out of her cunt. Seema moans and cries out, her face
lifted, her eyes closed, her mouth open. Her hot, swollen, pendulous
breasts jiggle and wobble and her *mangalsutra* swings and flaps madly as
the man ram-fucks her cunt.

"Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh uhh oh uh oh uh oh  uh ahh uh ah
uh ah uh *hanh* uhhh oh ma *hanh* uhhh ohhh!" she gasps loudly.

"Oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh c'mon ... c'mon you fucking
whore! Take my cock! Take it, you whoring bitch! Take it!"

He slows and swings his hips in tight snapping circles, entering her cunt
from all angles, spiralling into her deeply with a crushing plunger.
Groaning, Seema runs her tongue sexily over her slim upper lip, hissing in
pleasure. Her hips and buttocks sway and writhe erotically and turns her
face over her shoulder to her servant-lover.

"Yes ... ohhh yes ... c'mon ... do it ... ohhh yes ... that's it ... mmm
... yeh ... c'mon ... fuck me, baby ... fuck me hard ... fuck me like a
whore, baby ... yes ... fuck me! Fuck me like a whore, baby! Fuck me
hard!"

The man chuckles and leans forward to kiss her hungrily, shoving his
tongue into her mouth, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them hard
in his excitement. Seema kisses him fiercely, her buttocks and hips
grinding eagerly against his groin.

"C'mon ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" she says in a husky, lust-laden
voice.

The servant grins, squeezes her breasts, nuzzles the nape of her neck and
straightens. Holding her slender waist, he snaps his hips forward,
flexing his buttocks taut, ramming his cock into her cunt hard and deep.
Seema cries out, her head jerking up, her face twisting in lust, her eyes
screwed shut, her lips drawn back, her mouth a wide O. He pauses, buried
deep in her hot cunt, his cock throbbing, his hips twitching at her waist
and then, pulling out, rams in again. She gasps loudly.

"OHH! Oh ma uhh OHHH! OH! OHHHH uhh oh ma uhhh *hanh*!"

"C'mon! Take it! Take it, slut! Take it all! Ohh! Uhh ahh! UH! OH! UH OH!
UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!"

"Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ... ohh ... ohh ... Oh uh oh uh oh uh
OHHHHH!"

Gasping, grunting, his head flung back, his fingers digging into her soft
flesh, the man ram-fucks the lovely memsahib remorselessly. His ramming,
jerking thrusts smoothen to a rapid back and forth rhythm. He rocks his
hips to and fro, his fingertips in the small of her back, moving her body
under his, jerking her cunt up and down and back and forth the length of
his swollen shaft. His chest heaves. His cock appears and disappears
between the smooth curves of her buttocks, grinding and squelching and
rasping in and out of her cunt. His thighs slap at her buttocks, his
balls press to her cunt-lips.

"C'mon whore take it! Take it, bitch, yes! Oh fuck yes ... c'mon, bitch
... take my cock! Oh fuck yes! That's it, whore, oh fuck that's good!"

"Yes uhhh oh yes oh yes oh yes oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhh OH ma
Oh Ashok! OHHHH uhhh OHHHHHH uh *hanh* ... fuck me! Fuck me, Ashok! Fuck
me! Fuck me hard! Ohh uhhh Oh ma uhh oh ma oh ma oh ma!" Seema sobs in
delight.

Faster and faster he goes, now gripping her waist hard again, thrusting
furiously in and out of her cunt, his hips pounding back and forth. Seema
gasps and cries out, lurching and rocking and jerking under him, her head
raised, her cries sharp and staccato. There is a full-length mirror in
front of the bed and Ashok watches her reflection, transfixed, staring at
the lust on her pretty face, watching her heavy breasts jiggle and
wobble, the *mangalsutra* tossing and swinging frantically. The servant's
buttocks flex and unflex rapidly, his hips driving back and forth,
slapping at hers, pistoning and plunging rhythmically in and out of her
clonic passage in its ceaseless quest for release. She begins to orgasm,
panting and mewing ecstatically and he squeezes her pendulous breasts,
crushing the heavy, swollen mounds in his hands, pinching the rigid
nipples.

Seema's head swims with joy. His penis is incredible, hot and heavy and
hard, moving relentlessly in and out of her convulsing cunt-channel,
plunging in deep, pulling steeply outward, then spiralling down into her
again. Her cunt contracts and spasms frenetically on the penis and she
coasts from one orgasm to another and then on to a third. He continues
fucking her furiously, banging his hips at her buttocks, making her body
lurch and rock and jerk with his thrusts. His thighs whack her flesh with
loud slaps that coincide with her choking gasps and shuddering moans.
Finally he relents as her third orgasm wanes, and slows his motions.
Seema groans and, as he eases his cock out of her cunt, sinks on her
front on the bed, gasping and panting heavily. She is still on her knees
and her buttocks are thrust up high. Her shoulders are on the bed, and
her face is turned to one side on the pillow.

The servant is beyond caring whether she wants more or not. He wants more,
and that is all that matters. He rises and straddles her fleshy hips in a
deep squat. Holding his cock in his hand, he pushes it back into her cunt
and enters her again with a long, slow, skewering thrust. Seema moans
thickly, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets as the enormous cock bursts
into her wet flesh. Ashok chortles softly, pushing his cock deeper and
deeper into her cunt.

"Really love my dick in your slit, don't you, whore?" he says.

"Ohh uhhhh ohhh yes," Seema moans deliriously, beyond caring.

"I want your ass now," he announces.

Seema cannot refuse him, nor does she want to any longer. Ashok slips his
cock out of her cunt and, spreading her creamy buttocks wide open, presses
the swollen cock-head to her taut anus. Seema tenses. The servant pauses,
grins in anticipation and then, flexing his buttocks, slides his hips
forward and pushes his cock-head into her asshole.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhh Ohma uhhh OHHHHHHHHH!"

The breath rushes from Seema's throat and her face contorts in a rictus
of lust as the huge cock-head pops into her rear channel and the thick,
long shaft follows, surging inexorably inward. Her loins flame with lust.
Her anus convulses frantically on the invading penis and the servant
gasps, flinging his handsome head back and groaning, pushing his penis
deeper and deeper into the lovely memsahib's asshole. Gasping, he begins
sodomizing her slowly and deeply and thoroughly, savouring the pleasure
of her hot, tight anus on his throbbing cock. His fingers dig into the
soft flesh of her hips. Bending over her, he tongues her ear and nuzzles
the nape of her neck. Sliding his hands under her body, he twines his
fingers in her long *mangalsutra* and scrapes the beads over her stiff
nipples. Beneath him, Seema whimpers joyously, her mind soaring, her body
trembling and rocking and jerking as her servant-lover pushes his cock in
and out of her flesh, possessing her totally and utterly, subjugating her
flesh to the servant's desire.

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