Journey With Rupali

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Rupali and I were back to the daily grind of the office. We were in different departments, but, due to the fact that I handled sales and her department handled the co-ordination of dispatches and invoicing, we used to see each other a lot and often memories of the great time we had came back to us. When no one was looking, Rupali would give me mischievous smiles which would send my cock rocketing up in my pants. Some times the erection would become obvious to her and she would slowly show me her tongue in simulation of the licking her tongue gave my cock. Many a times, I would discreetly vibrate my tongue as if it was vibrating on her clitty or on her nipple. She would blush and would later tell me “Love jan aap aise karte ho, to meri choot geeli ho jaati hai.”

One day, she called me up on the office intercom system to tell me that her boss had told her that she was to travel outside the city for a couple of days to Baroda, since one our vendors had taken an advance, but, had not supplied the components required for completion of an order. She asked me if I too could manage a trip to Baroda, so that we could be together, without any one being wise to it. I asked her the date when she was to leave and when she was to be back. She gave me the dates.

I too had some customers in Baroda, who had not been visited for quite some time. Even the regular orders which were coming from these customers had become sporadic. So, I suggested to my boss that to revive these customers’ orders and also scout for more customers, it may be prudent for me to visit them. Since the particular period was lean in terms of Head Office work-load, my boss eagerly agreed to it.

However, the logistics had to be worked out. Rupali was permitted only 1st Class or 2-tier Air-conditioned Sleeper fare, as per company rules, while I could fly as well as travel by Rajdhani Express in 1st Air-conditioned Class. To keep up presences, I decided to tell Rupali to get her ticket through our regular travel agent, and tell her boss and colleagues that she would be staying with her cousin in Baroda. After she got her ticket, she handed it over to me, and I went to the nearest Railway booking Office, and returned her ticket and obtained two tickets for a 1st Class Air-conditioned coupe (two bedded cabin) in the Rajdhani Express leaving for Baroda at 4:15 p.m. a week later. I also called up the local reservation office of the Hotel Chain having a Hotel in Baroda to book a Double room in my name.

That week was spent in anticipation – both of us looking forward to the trip and fantasising on what all we would do during the trip. For obvious reasons, we decided to reach the Railway Station on our own.

I got to the Railway Station at about ten to four and identified the coach and the coupe and let the coolie put my baggage under the lower berth. Then I went to the coach door and started looking up and down the platform, eagerly looking for Rupali to arrive. Soon I saw my sexy Rupali, weaving her way through the crowded platform. I waved out to her and she headed towards me carrying an overnight kind of a bag. I escorted her to our coupe and said, “Come on in and have a seat.”

Though both of us wanted to kiss and hug each other passionately, we just exchanged small pecks on each other’s cheeks till the checking-in formalities were completed. We both sat on the lower berth and she observed the coupe in awe. She saw the coupe with all its luxuries and asked me if we will have privacy once the train started. I kept my hand on her slim and sexy thigh and caressing it, said “Meri Maharani ke liye, sub kucch badhiya hona chahiye. To main is se kam ka to soch hi nahin sakta. After all my Darling is the best in the world.” She shivered at my touch, so I asked her “Kya thand lag rahi hai?” She said, “Nahin. Aapke chhoone se hi kucch kucch hota hai”.

Soon, the Train Conductor came and checked our tickets and wished us a happy journey. A few moments later, the train started moving out of the station. I closed the door to the coupe and stood with my arms apart. Rupali immediately caught the hint and came into my arms. I kissed her face, her eyes, her nose and then latched on to her mouth. our tongues started dueling with each other, while my hand slipped down her back to her kameez and salwaar clad ass and started kneading her sexy moons. I was both surprised and thrilled to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties under the salwaar, since I could touch the soft globes of her ass through the slippery material of her salwaar. Rupali too closed the distance between our bodies, so that her pussy mound started grinding against my cock, which had been erect all the time I was in the presence of this nymph.

“I have to freshen up a bit.” she said. “I’ll be right back.” She picked up the towel provided by the Railways and headed towards the toilets.

I took off my clothes and slipped into comfortable night clothes (kurta-pajama). She came back about five minutes later.

“There, I have freshened up now,” she said closing the door, “I’ll just turn off the overhead lights and leave the bed light on. Did you think about me this last week?”

“All the time. It was a little hard not to.”

“Good. I’m glad. Love, lets play show and tell. You tell me what you want to see and I will show it to you. Then I will tell you what I want to see and you show it to me. About the only rules are: One, that you only ask the other person to see something that will require that person to take off one piece of clothing at a time. And two, that you can’t ask for a piece of clothing.”

“And if I ask for something that really requires two pieces to come off?”, I asked.

“You lose that turn and I take nothing off!”, she replied.

“Okay, I like simple games. Uh…Yeh kaise pata lagega ki kaun jeeta?” I asked.

“Uski kisi ko kya parvah. Asli maza to khel mein hai”, she said. “Are you sure no one is going to come in here?”

“Not a chance. Maine darwaaze par taala laga diya hai. All we have to do is talk softly and on one will have a clue about what’s going on in here”, I told her. “Okay, I’ll start your game. I want to see……your stomach.” I thought that would get the kameez off.

She stood up, crossed her arms in front of her, took hold of the bottom of the kameez and very slowly pulled it up and over her head. I knew she had a nice body, but with her kameez coming off, it was looking even better. Her perky breasts were being restrained by a pink lacy bra that let the areola show through quite clearly. Her nipples were also hard and sticking out straining the lacey material holding them back. She folded the kameez slowly, and put it on the corner of the berth, and sat back down. Now it was her turn. “Now lets see,” she said “how about….let’s see your chest.”

I stood up and took my time undoing the buttons of my kurta and then pulled it off slowly over my head, and hung it from one of the pegs provided. When I sat back down I said “My turn….hmm…..mujhe apne pyare pyare mamme dikhao.”

It was a front closing bra. She smiled and undid the clasp. Without taking the bra off, she just let it go. The cups separated some leaving the area between her breasts exposed, but the better part of her breasts remained covered by the lace, including her nipples. “Okay?” she asked.

“Not exactly what I had in mind. They’re still covered.”

“Hmm…I thought they were pretty exposed. They feel pretty exposed. Shayyad main aapka matlab nahin samjhi. Kya aap karke dikha sakte hain ki aap kya chahte hain.”

I leaned over to her and slowly slipped each shoulder straps off her shoulders. When they fell down her arm, they let the cups slide off her breasts. Rupali lifted her arms out of the straps and the bra fell on the berth. She had beautiful pointed nipples that were sticking straight out. “Uff kitne pyare hain!” I said quietly.

“Kya aap inko choosna chahte hain?” she asked as she tossed her bra onto her kameez on the berth.

“Yeh bhi koyi poocchne ki baat hai!” I said as I started moving toward her left one.

“Itni jaldi nahin” she said putting a finger on my forehead to stop me. “Hamne abhi game poori nahin kheli. Main to bas poocch rahi thi.”

“Arre haan, the game” I realised. She just loved to tease and make this last.

“I think I would like to see your legs”, she said.

I stood up, took out the draw-string and slowly drew the string and then equally slowly lowered my pajamas. I had my chappals on (some kind of floaters used in India, except that they are easy to slip into and are made out of leather). So I said

“Gudiya, I think you have lost the chance, since I will have to take off my chappals too, and you said that if the request demanded taking off two clothes, the person making the request will lose the chance”.

“Shoes, chappals, sandals and socks don’t count anyway.” she said quickly. “Just clothes.” She sounded like she was getting pretty excited. I certainly was.

I stood up and stepped out of my pajamas. “There, legs.”

“Haan, legs.” Rupali said, grinning from ear to ear. She wasn’t really interested in my legs. She was looking at the bulge in my briefs. My cock was hard and the tip was almost peeking out of the waistband. “Very nice too.”

“My turn.” I said sitting back down. “I want to see your ass.”

“Ha! You loose a turn. I can’t show you my ass until I have my panties off and I can’t take them off until you ask me for something that would take my salwaar off. So, I want to see your nice hard cock.”

“I didn’t know you had put your panties back on.” I protested as I stood up again.

“I had taken them off before starting from the house, to make you feel sexy about me. But, while freshening up I wore them again, since I thought of this game in the bathroom, and wanted to tease you for a longer time” she said.

I slipped my briefs down, letting my hard cock wave in the air. “There you go.” I said standing in front of Rupali quite nude.

“Mera khayal hai ki main haar gaya hoon. Ab kya?”

She said “Haan aap haar gaye ho. Oh, I forgot the other rule to this game. Haare huye ko vijeyta ke kapre utaarne padhte hain.”

“Mujhe yeh rule bahut pasand aaya hai. Khari ho jao taaki main tumhare kapde utaar sakoon.”

She stood up and stepped closer to me. I put my arms around her drawing her to me and kissed her. As her soft breasts pressed her hard nipples into my chest I felt her mouth open a little. My tongue began to explore her mouth.

“Aap ko to mere kapde utaarne the” she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I didn’t say anything. I let my hand slide along the soft warm skin of her back, to the front, slipped a finger into the waistband of her salwaar and started fumbling for the draw-string, which she had tucked in. I fumbled with that damn draw-string, but couldn’t for the life of me figure out which end to pull for its knot to come loose. Rupali let me fumble with it for a few seconds then she reached in and pulled out one end and handed it over to me. I slowly pulled the draw-string of her salwaar as I continued to battle with her tongue and hold her tightly to me with my other hand. When the draw-string came loose, and the gap on the top of her slwaar widened, I slipped my hand in and caressed her panty covered bottom. She moved her hips back a little and the salwaar slid silently down her legs to the floor.

“Take my panties off with you teeth.” she begged. “Please? No one has ever done that to me, but it sounds so sexy when I hear about it.”

“Sun ne mein to aasan lagta hai, par bahut mushkil kaam hai, but I’ll give it a try.” I slid down her soft warm body, kissing my way down to her waist. I kissed the side of her neck, her chest, the space between her perky breasts, her stomach, gave her belly button a lick, and arrived at the top of her silky panties. I pulled my head back leaving my hands on the back of her legs to look at her panties. They were silky, skimpy, low cut in the front, and had very french cut leg openings. They were so thin I could make out her bush through them. This might not be too hard. I thought the best way would be to pull them down by taking the part that went over each hip in my teeth and pulling that down as far as it would go. She shifted a little and put her legs a little further apart. I pulled the one side part way down her leg, and then kissed my way across her tummy to the other side. Just a little tuft of her pubic hair was not peeking above the low cut waist band. This was going okay so far.

“This is so sexy!” she whispered.

“Yea, it is. You sure have a great body.”

“Thanks! I’m glad you like it.”

I was over at the other hip now, and took that part of the waistband in my teeth and pulled it down. That left the panties in a line across her legs just below her now exposed crotch, but they didn’t fall. The elastic was still strong enough to hold them in place. “Turn around” I whispered. “I want to pull these the rest of the way down from the rear.” I could have just as easily done it from the front, but I wanted to see her nice bottom as long as I was down here.

As she slowly turned around, I could still hear people talking and walking by the door of the coupe. She was now facing the other way. I had two great looking ass cheeks facing me. I kissed one then the other before going down to the waistband of her panties and giving them a final tug with my teeth. This time they slid on down her legs and hung up on her calves. Close enough, she could step out of them from that point, and that’s exactly what she did as I stood up.

“Meri baari” she said, and dropped to her knees in front of me. Rupali wrapped her soft hand around my cock and began to slowly stroke up and down its length. After a few times she took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside. Moments later she was sucking hard and running it in and out of her mouth as fast as she could. Her other hand was now holding my balls and gently playing with them. In between she would kiss her way up my cock and then lave it with her tongue on the way down, till she reached my balls. Then she would take each ball in her mouth and gently suck on it while her tongue ran around my ball sac. Rupali was doing that so well and I was so turned on that I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer with her doing this. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep up for more than a few more seconds.” I whispered.

“I hope so.” came a muffled response.

“Oh are you going to get it.” I said. “After all this teasing and thinking about you all afternoon.”

She resumed her work with a vengeance. I couldn’t hold off any longer and felt my orgasm start. It was going to be a strong one. I could feel my come start at the base of my cock and shoot up the length of my shaft and into her eager sucking mouth. My whole body shuddered and my knees got weak as I pumped load after load of my come into her mouth. She kept pumping my cock with one hand, fondling my balls with the other, as she sucked and swallowed with her mouth. It seemed like Rupali just couldn’t get enough and I couldn’t stop pumping come into her waiting mouth. I hadn’t had an orgasm like that in a long time. When I was finally done she let go of my balls and let my now partly limp cock slide out of her mouth. “Wow, you really put out a lot of come.” she said quietly as she stood up. “I almost couldn’t swallow fast enough.”

“With the anticipation of the time with you alone, and your sexy boobs in front of me and the royal sucking you gave my cock,

I was soooo horny. When I get like that I always come a lot.”

“Want to taste yourself?” she said, and kissed me before I could say anything. She held my face as she kissed me and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I could taste quite a bit of my thick come still on her tongue as my tongue moved against hers. She pushed a little of my own come out of her mouth and into mine. She hadn’t swallowed that last bit. “It’s called snowballing.” she said breaking the kiss. “Do you like the taste of your own come in my mouth?”

“Yea, it’s kind of a turnon. No one has ever done that to me before.” It really was a turnon and I was surprised that I liked it. I leaned over and sucked one of her pointed deliciously sexy nipples deep into my mouth.

“Oh haan …. yeh ek pakka tarika hai, meri choot ko geeli karne ka” she said.

I flicked my tongue over it and then went over to the other nipple and started doing the same thing to it.

Her hand came to the back of my head and pulled my head tightly to her breast. “Jorse chooso” she moaned softly.

I sucked harder and just before giving up that nipple, I let a hand slide down her flat, soft belly, slip through her thick bush, and into her slit. The finger brushed over her erect and waiting clit and back to her opening. She was wet alright!

“Now, speaking of eating, come, and being wet, sit on the edge of the berth, lean back, aur mujhe apni choot ko chaatne do.”

“Main to samjhi ki aap ise bhool hi gaye ho.” She did what I asked. She sat on the edge of the berth leaned back and spread her legs very wide. I had one hell of a view of her whole bottom. Her legs were spread so wide that the outer lips of her pussy separated, revealing the dainty inner ones, her clitoris at the top, and her opening at the bottom. I suppose being as wet as she was, helped.

I knelt between her knees, leaned over her wet pussy and took a deep breath. She smelled so good and so very sexy that I could feel myself getting hard again already. Her clit was just peeking out if its hood and looked very swollen. “Hmm…..I can see what appears to be a very aroused clit here.” I teased her.

“Oh please ise chhoo kar dekho na” she begged.

“Chhoone ki jagha main to ise chaatoonga.”

She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face into her crotch. “Bas jaldi se meri pussy ko kha jaao…. ABHI!” she hissed.

That pretty much answered the question. She might have been just a little horny herself. I started licking and sucking on the various parts of one of the most delicious pussies I had ever eaten. I licked her firm clit, sucked on the dainty inner lips, savored the girl come oozing out of her opening, and then went back to her clit. I was in heaven.

She watched me for a few minutes, and then as she got more and more excited she leaned her head back, resting it on the back wall of the coupe. She had stopped holding my head to her and was now just running the fingers of one hand through my hair. The other hand was pinching and pulling on a nipple. “Oh God….this is great…..I needed this. Aur karo, mujhe is ki bahut zaroorat hai. Main kitne dino se is ka intzaar kar rahi hoon” she moaned.

It seemed that she needed something to squeeze with her pussy muscles, so I slipped first one finger into her opening, and then a second one. There was quite a loud moan as the second finger went into her; almost a little too loud. I could still hear people going by the coupe door. I started moving my fingers slowly at first. She normally did not like to take a finger in her pussy, but, today she was hot and did not object to it so much. As she got hotter and it felt like she was getting close to coming, I moved them faster and flicked my tongue over her clit as fast as I could. She was so hot and horny that she started to come very quickly.

“Oh…..haaaan…..Oh….Maaaaa…..mera nikal raha hai, meri jaan gayi, kitna accha lag raha hai. Aneeeeel…. Meri choot kha jaaaoooo!” she moaned softly. She remained quiet for the rest of her orgasm, which was just as well as there were still voices outside the door.

I licked and sucked on her clit as her body jerked and heaved with her orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching my fingers as she was coming. Finally she calmed down and started to sit up. I pulled my fingers out of her.

“Meri sex pot, aaj to tum bahut sexy feel kar rahi ho, kyoonki aisa mazedar orgasm aaya ki mera lund bhi poora attention par ho gaya hai” I whispered. ” Itna ki itna abhi tak maine apni jeebh bhi tumhari phuddi main nahin daali.”

“Main aap ki touch se hi itna sexy feel karti hoon ki aam taur par geeli ho jaati hoon,” she said, “par aaj to main pehle se hi sexy aur geeli this, phir uske baad apne meri pussy ko itne pyaar se khaaya ki mera paani jab nikla to jaise main swarg mein pahunch gayi hoon.” She leaned over, pulled my head up to hers, and kissed my mouth. “You smell and taste like pussy.”

“Tumhe kya apni choot ki khushboo aur taste acche lagte hain?”

“Haan, aapke munh se bahut sexy lagta hai.” She stood up, turned around so her back was to me and bent over the berth, resting on her elbows. She spread her legs quit a bit and then said, “Okay, now fuck me aur bahut acchi tarah chodo. Nice and hard! Apna lamba aur tagda lora meri choot mein daal kar meri acchi tarah chudai karo.”

I came up behind her and sunk my cock all the way into her on the first shove. She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping wet. It went all the way in without the least resistance other than how incredibly tight she was. I put my hands on her hips, pumped in and out of her tight pussy a few times and then started really slamming it into her. “Do you like being fucked this way?” I asked her as I slammed my self into her.

“Oh… Maaa … bahut accha lag raha hai. Hai… kitna accha hai….. Ooooh…meri choot to cock se bhar gayi hai. Jaaaanoooo aur jaldi jaldi karo.”

I took my chances and gave her bottom a light spank.

“Oh haan!….mere chootaron ko ahista ahista maro….zayada zor se nahin.”

I delivered a few mildly stinging swats to her ass and she started to buck just a little herself. At this rate it wouldn’t be too long until she had another orgasm. I wasn’t going to be far behind.

She reached under herself and between her legs with one hand to fondled my balls as I pounded away at her bottom. She moaned a little and then said, “Mmmmm…..Hai Maa …..coming…..Oh God…. mera nikal raha hai! I’m coming!” Rupali’s body began to shudder and spasm as her orgasm started.

I couldn’t hold off any longer and felt the first load of come shoot out of my cock and deep into her climaxing pussy. I tried to keep pumping away as fast and as hard as I could, but with each spurt of my come into her it became harder and harder. It felt so good! As my own orgasm subsided I continued to pump slowly in and out of her.

“God! That was good” she finally panted.

We lay in each others arms for what seemed to be an eternity, till a waiter knocked on the door and said that he had to serve dinner and whether we wanted vegetarian or non-vegetarian. We both opted for the non-vegetarian dinner and quickly dressed-up only in our outer clothes without bothering about the under-garments, and waited till the waiter brought a table, and served the dinner. After the dessert, the waiter cleared the crockery and the table he had set up, and left. I locked the door to the coupe and went back and lay down on the lower berth. Rupali slid up my torso and lay on my chest with her chin in her hands, looking intently with love in her eyes, at my face.

To all appearances, Husna was a little more than the girl next door. Demure and little more than pleasant, she seldom attracted a second glance. She was dusky, not very tall, with silky, dark hair cut short and bound in a high pony tail by an ordinary rubber band. She was dressed sedately in a “salvar-kurta” ensemble, with a light chiffon “dupatta” spread over her torso and knotted behind her back. She wore no makeup or jewellery, except a thin black thread with an amulet around her neck.

She sprawled beneath him, panting and sweating from her sexual exertions, naked but for the “dupatta”. Her lover wondered how many people could even have guessed her to be such a performer in bed. He knew that she had her own management consultancy. He had never imagined that she would be a surprisingly proficient lover as well. He could scarcely believe his luck. He, a common servant, was bedding a regular “memsahib”, fucking her like a whore.

He did several part-time jobs in the block of apartments where she lived. Earlier that night, he was down in the car-park, smoking a cigarette, his chores done. He looked up idly and his eyes slid past the windows of her house and then, in a classic double-take, snapped back. She stood at her window, looking at him. Even at that distance, there was no mistaking the fact that she was watching him. As he watched, she slid her hands under her “dupatta” and brazenly lifted her breasts. He dropped his smouldering cigarette in shock. She lifted her “dupatta” over her breasts and squeezed them in flagrant invitation. Watching him, she spread her feet apart and pumped her hips in an unmistakably obscene manner. Nodding slightly, she beckoned to him and stepped back into the shadows.

His heart thumping with excitement, the servant raced up the stairs to her second floor apartment. At her door, he stopped and took a deep breath. His pulse throbbed. Gently, he tried the door. It swung open. He stepped in and shut it quietly. He knew she lived alone.

Husna was waiting in the living room. Except her transparent chiffon “dupatta”, she was naked. He stared at her. Her breasts were covered by the filmy material, but her belly and crotch were exposed to his gaze. Her eyes glittered with excitement. She lifted her “dupatta” over her breasts, lifting them in her hands.

“Fuck me,” she said softly in Hindi, her voice filled with lust. “Fuck me hard. Chodh mujhe, Jorse chodh”.

No introductions were asked for, none were needed. This was the best kind of sex, uncomplicated by any bond, an unabashed quest for physical gratification. They kissed hungrily, and her tongue was quick and eager in his mouth and her body was hot against his. She undressed him quickly and her cunt ground against his crotch and her breasts pressed warm on his chest. She slid a hand down to his groin and fondled his swelling penis. He groaned softly. She bent her head and sucked on his nipples, her fingers coiled around the long serpent of his penis. She fisted him slowly, feeling him harden in her hands, and slid to her knees before him. Flipping back his foreskin, she swirled her long tongue expertly over his cock-head. Her breath was warm on his tool-tip, and then her mouth enveloped his cock in its moist warmth. She began to suck hard on his penis, her head moving rapidly back and forth. He groaned and arched his head and wondered how often she had done this and with whom.

He fucked her mouth slowly, pumping his hips at her face, moving her head back and forth. His cock and her lips and cheeks grew shiny and sticky with his pre-cum gunk. He bent and fondled her breasts and found them swollen turgid, the rigid nipples quivering under his thumbs. His cock throbbed and pulsed ominously in her mouth. His cock was satisfyingly large, at least ten inches long and correspondingly thick. It was a long time since she’d had a cock as big. Its musky taste and the heady odour of his cum excited her. She was desperate for a fuck. She would offer him her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her breasts, any orifice he chose.

One hand on her head, he rocked her face rapidly back and forth, grunting in delight. He bent his head to watch his cock glistening in and out of her mouth. His hips pumped and his belly sucked in with tension. Her face distended with his throbbing erection and she sucked harder, jerking his shaft with firm fingers.

“Yeh … suck it, bitch … suck my cock … oh fuck yes … that’s it, that’s good … c’mon … suck my meat, whore … oh fucking hell yes! Choos rundi …jorse choos mere lavde ko!”

The spoot-heat roiled in his balls and he pushed her head away. Immediately, she turned around on her hands and knees on the floor like a bitch in heat and thrust her buttocks up at him. She spread her thighs and leaned forward on her forearms and reached down to spread her cunt-lips open. He could see the dewy beads of cunt-juice on her pubic fuzz. Her puckered anus enticed him and he debated whether to fuck her butt.

“C’mon lover … fuck me…fuck me hard,” she grunted.

He decided to fuck her cunt first. He dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his cock into the cleft between her buttocks. She felt his cock-head at her anus and promptly bent forward and clawed her buttocks open for him. He laughed softly.

“Later, whore,” he said. “I’ll fuck your ass later. Baad mein teri gaand marta hoon.”

She nodded and spread her cunt-lips for him again. Slowly, he squeezed his cock-head into her. Husna gasped as his penis seared into her flesh. The servant groaned and flexed his buttocks, thrusting deep into her. Her cunt was a hot, wet vice that cramped and convulsed on his penis. His head arched in pleasure. Gritting his teeth, he swung his hips forward and thrust deep into her. Husna cried out loudly as the swollen penis pierced her belly. Her breasts were hot and swollen and they jerked and jiggled as he rocked into her.

“C’mon slut … take it!” the man gasped.

The obscenity aroused her. Moaning deliriously, she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees. Her cunt ran up and down the length of his shaft, impaling itself on his cock repeatedly. The servant took several deep breaths to regain control. He waited patiently on his knees behind her and caressed her back. He watched her cunt slide up and down his rigid penis and the sight aroused him. He prised her buttocks open and pressed his finger to her anus. She moaned and her sphincter yielded and he inveigled a thick finger into her ass. He slid his other hand under her belly and flicked her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped and whimpered, her back bowing and arching, her body jerking and rocking under him. Her breasts swung with her motions and he squeezed them hard, rolling her rigid nipples in his fingers. Husna’s head snapped up and she moaned. Her cunt and breasts were fiery with lust. She moved faster. Her body rocked and jerked before him, her buttocks slapping loudly at his strong thighs. His balls pressed to her cunt-lips and he could feel the hot flow of her cunt-juices on his groin.

“Yes! C’mon … c’mon, whore … take it! Lele rundi …aur le! Pura le, saali rahnd! Chul! Aur le! Take my cock … yeh! Take it all! Harder, bitch! Ohhhh yes! Yeh! UNHHhhh Yes! Ohhh god yes,” he grunted, forcing her to go faster and faster, jamming her cunt back on his prick.

“Ohhhhh uhhhh OHHhhhh uhhhh OHhhh yes ohh god yes yes yes!” she responded.

He slid his fingers out of her cunt and ass and, his hands on her hips, began to move. His hips pumped and swung back and forth, each skewering thrust probing her cunt. He rolled his hips savagely and she gasped and moaned as his cock ran into her cunt from all angles. It rasped against her inflamed clitoris, and she felt his heavy balls swinging at her cunt-lips. She stretched a hand between her thighs and squeezed his balls. He moaned and fucked her faster and harder. His balls were on fire. He began to sweat.

He pushed her down on her forearms, raising her buttocks higher. He spread his legs in a deep squat astride her hips and began to ride her. Her mouth split into a wide ‘O’ of pure lust as he ground his hips against hers. Then he fucked her hard with deep, punishing thrusts, his buttocks rising and falling, his penis going in and out of her cunt, glistening with their commingled juices. Her body jerked under his thrusts and she moaned loudly, obscenely, begging him to fuck her harder. He obeyed his mistress and started ram-fucking her cunt, thudding into her, his cock rasping in and out of her cunt with an audible rasp. She squeezed her breasts in a frenzy as he moved faster and faster till he was rocketing in and out of her cunt like a dervish.

“Oh god oh ma unhh ohhh unhh ohhh unhh ohhh uhhh oh oh oh oh oh yes Ohhhhh yes Ohhh yes yes Ohhh god yes … fuck me ohhh yes baby yes … fuck me hard … fuck me … oh yes … fuck my slit, lover … fuck it hard!” Husna chunnered. “Chodh mujhe …jorse chodh!”

Husna orgasmed violently, shuddering and gasping as the heat swamped her. The man was magnificent. He went on fucking her hard, right through her orgasm. She expected him to come inside her as her cunt convulsed feverishly on his penis but, to her amazement and delight, he held back. She gasped softly in wonder and joy and heard him chuckle softly.

He slid his penis out of her. She turned on her back and he knelt over her head and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked it greedily and gasped as he bent over her and thrust his tongue into her cunt. They sixty-nined slowly and she whimpered in pleasure, sucking and licking his cock and balls. Her cunt tingled pleasurably. This man was good. His body was hard and lean and smelled musky and erotic. His tongue was wonderful in her cunt, thick and heavy, flicking her inflamed clitoris incessantly.

He rolled off her and she knelt astride his groin, his cock in her hand. She guided it to her cunt and, with a shuddering gasp, squeezed the cock-head into her flesh. He grunted as the soft heat of her cunt-flesh enveloped him again. She paused with her hips high and just the cock-head inside her, leaning forward with her hands on his chest.

Grunting with tension, gripping her buttocks, he fucked her furiously, ramming his hips up and down beneath her. She cried out, her head arching as the cock slammed in and out of her cunt. Her breasts bounced as his hips thumped against her buttocks. Then her buttocks crashed down greedily on his cock and he groaned as she began to rock and buck rapidly over him, her cunt sliding up and down his pole in feverish excitement. Her head whipped back and forth and her breasts jiggled and bounced. He held her buttocks and moved her on his lap. She reached back to cup his balls. He gasped loudly as she slid her cunt down deep onto his cock and flexed and unflexed her buttocks rapidly. Her cunt seemed to chew on his penis. She swung her buttocks round and round and her hand splayed flat on her belly and she fingered her clitoris. He watched her, deeply aroused. Faster and faster they moved and now she leaned over him on outstretched arms and rocked rapidly up and down on his cock. Her cries rang in his ears.

“Yes … yes … OHhh yes … fuck me … fuck me hard, motherfucker, fuck me hard! Chul, bhadva! Ragad ke chodh mujhe, saala madarchuth!”

“Hanh, rundi chul! Lele! Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Le mere lund ko! OHHHh yeh! C’mon you whore! Take it!” he replied.

Her buttocks caromed and bounced off his thighs, her cunt a hot, wet, greedy vortex of intense pleasure. He bucked furiously under her, making her groan and cry out in lust. Husna’s cunt blazed with heat and she soared up towards another orgasm. At the last minute, just before the sun broke through the clouds, she slid off his cock and turned on her back on the floor, spreading her legs and bending her knees. She clawed her cunt-lips open for him and reached for his cock as he moved between her thighs. He bent over her and slowly squeezed his cock into her cunt slowly with a loud gasp, Her back bowed and arched as his burning penis seared into her cunt. Her supple thighs coiled about his hips. She dragged his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply, her tongue feverish in his mouth.

“C’mon you motherfucker … screw my slit,” she muttered. “Screw me hard!”

“Yeh … take it you whore … take my cock,” he rasped.

Stretched over her on outstretched arms, his cock still pushing into her constricting channel, gasping and making her moan in delight as it burrowed deeper and deeper into her, he fought to steady himself. His cock throbbed ominously, and the jizz roiled in his balls, aching for release.

Steadily, he drove himself deeper and deeper into her until he was fully embedded in her cunt, his cock in to the hilt. Husna arched under him, her loins lurching up to his, her hands on his massive shoulders. He began to move and she responded eagerly, moving in unison with him. Soon, they were gasping and panting, their bodies streaming with sweat. Her body snapped back, her breasts jiggled, his thrusts got faster, deeper, harder.

Within minutes, he was ram-fucking her furiously again. His head arched back and his buttocks plummeted up and down, up and down, up and down, his penis stroking powerfully in and out, in and out, in and out of her cunt. Husna moaned deliriously, her head whipping ecstatically from side to side.

“OHHHhh god yes yes ohh yes yes … ohhhh yeh that’s it … c’mon fuck me lover …. yeh …. take me …. ohhhh yes!”

“Take it bitch …. yeh cunt … take it all yes!” he returned.

She began to orgasm again and he kept fucking her, forcing her on to another orgasm and yet a third. She moaned and cried out, her body heaving and writhing and thrashing joyously under his.

Now he wanted her for his own pleasure. He jerked out of her and fucked her again, this time lying on his side and thrusting quickly into her from behind, lifting one of her legs high in his hand. He fucked her rapidly, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced and she cried out, her eyes closed, whimpering tiredly. The enormous cock was relentless in her cunt, thrusting angrily in and out of her cunt, his balls slamming against her buttocks and thighs. She came again and he swore violently, his cock jerking into her over and over. He struggled for control. Somehow, he managed to hold back. She bowed her head, panting and gasping, awed by his stamina and staying power. Rarely did a lover satisfy her thus. She sensed his desire and she satisfied it willingly.

Quickly, she got onto the nearest armchair on her knees, her hands clenching the backrest, her buttocks thrust back, proffering her anus. Gasping with excitement, the servant stood behind her and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. He was burning with lust. Her sphincter spasmed once and he cried out, his head snapping back and jammed his cock into her asshole.

Husna screamed softly, her face contorting in a grimace of pain and lust as the huge, fiery rod seared into her butt. She dug a hand into her crotch and began to masturbate frantically.

“Yes … yes … fuck me … fuck my ass … fuck it hard!” she gasped. “Maar meri gaand! Jorse maar!”

Overpowered by lust, he ram-fucked her butt, jerking and slamming his hips back and forth, forcing his cock into her asshole again and again. It was burning hot and tight as a vice and it convulsed feverishly on his penis. He felt her orgasm and her ass cramped almost painfully on his dick. He cried out and rocked into her savagely and finally lost control. Beneath him,

Husna mewed in pleasure and joy when she felt the sharp sting of his spoot geysering in a searing flood into her asshole.

He slid out of her asshole slowly, his cock quivering and throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in heaving, rattling gasps. Her head bowed between her arms. He chuckled softly and squeezed her dangling breasts. She groaned.

“Well, whore, like it? Had a good fuck?” he growled.

She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. “Yes,” she said. “It was very good. Thank you. Are you game for more?”

The man laughed. “Sure thing, bitch.”

“Good. Fuck me again.”

“Don’t you wanna know my name at all?”

She looked genuinely puzzled. “What for?” She fondled his cock and smiled gently. “As long as you’re ready to use your cock on me, I don’t care.”

The man laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re one horny whore!”

He told her his name anyway, Bhiku, and she told him hers, quite unnecessarily. He knew who she was. Husna kissed the servant, holding his head in her hands and thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her breasts. She arched her back and pushed his head to her breasts. He sucked them gently, then sharply. She groaned and pushed his head lower. He kissed her belly and nuzzled her crotch. Her legs spread wide, hooking over the arms of the chair. He thrust his face into her cunt.

“Come on, loverboy … lick my slit … shove your tongue into my pussy! “Chaat mujhe!”

The servant pulled her cunt-lips open and slid his tongue into her crack. She groaned and closed her eyes, tilting her face up. His tongue was wonderful, thick and heavy, rippling through her sodden slit like fire. She squeezed her breasts with one hand, moving his head around in her groin with the other. Husna whimpered her pleasure.

He tongue-fucked her steadily for several minutes, savouring the heady taste of her cunt juices and his own gunk. She moaned and whimpered happily, her hips jerking and writhing under his face. He straightened and climbed on the chair and gave her his cock to suck once again. She took it in her mouth greedily and sucked and licked it lasciviously, her tongue working its magic on the penis. He fucked her face unhurriedly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head with one hand, bending his head to watch her suck his penis. She sucked harder and harder, moaning and whimpering in her throat.

He pulled away and stood on the floor and leaned over her. She spread her legs wide and lifted her cunt up high. One hand on the back of the chair, his head bent to watch her under him, he flexed his buttocks and slowly drilled his cock into her cunt. Husna moaned softly as the huge rod seared into her flesh. She gripped his buttocks and dragged his head down to hers.

“Fuck me,” she groaned in his ear, tonguing it. “Fuck me Bhiku! Shove your cock into my slit … I want it all! I want to feel it right up inside me! “Bhar de mere chuth ko!”

Slowly, the servant flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter. He grimaced and gasped as her hot cunt convulsed frantically on the intruding penis as it burrowed and plowed into her soft, eager, wanton flesh. Her head jerked to one side and she whimpered in pleasure, her chest heaving. Bhiku crushed her breasts with one hand. She groaned, clenching his arms, her hips arched high, her buttocks taut, her cunt squeezing and sucking hungrily on his penis.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped. “Oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes, baby yes! Take it! Take it whore! Take my cock!”

“Ohhh … uhhhh yes … yes … ohhhh yes … yes … ohhh uhhh oh ma uhhh ahhh … yes … oh ma uhhh ahh … unhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh Oh oh oh!”

Now gripping both arms of the chair, gasping with exertion, the servant began to grind his cock heavily in and out of Husna’s cunt. She gasped and moaned, arching and writhing erotically under him, squeezing and crushing her breasts in an eager frenzy.

“Fuck me!” she called. “Fuck me all night, Bhiku! Fuck me hard!”

Not that he needed any bidding anyway …

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