0 comments/ 142950 views/ 16 favorites Indian Servant By: stuartnayes My name is Celine and my husband Sylvester. We are both of Indian origin. Our marriage was by arrangement as it is the custom back home in India. I came from a very poor family background, one of the six daughters to my dad who was in a clerical job. As it was the tradition, to get a daughter married, it cost an arm and a leg, especially for the dowry demanded by the groom’s parents. He had hell of a job to scrounge enough dowry to get my two elder sisters married and he was dreading how on earth he was going to manage to get me married. I was nineteen years old then and was in the first year at university. A relative of our family mentioned to my parents about a doctor who was living abroad, who was keen to get married to a girl of his origin and was not particular at all about a dowry. One thing going for me was I was considered to be very pretty by local standards. Fair complexion, petite, well endowed - all were added bonuses. My photo was sent to him and in no time there was a positive response. At no stage during this deliberation was my opinion either asked or was the prospective groom’s photo ever shown to me. I was expected to accept my elders’ decision and be thankful for small mercies! Anyhow, the wedding date was fixed and the groom arrived the previous week from overseas. The first time I met him was at the home of the relative who organised the proposal. I was dolled up for the occasion in a very attractive sari and with all the make up one could imagine. I looked my self in the mirror and could not believe how beautiful I was – was like an Indian movie star! I felt very proud of my self. But as soon as walked into the lounge where the prospective groom was sitting, I felt as if the whole world was collapsing around me. Sylvester was sitting there and he was just the opposite of what I ever imagined of my future husband to be. He was short, bald and lots older – thirtytwo to be exact and his features were nothing to write home about. I had to try my best to hide my disappointment and went through the motions of introductions. I could perceive his eyes taking stock of me and felt his eyes and mind unrobing me layer by layer. It was not my imagination, as a woman could always tell when a man is doing it. I could have overlooked his appearance, but his lurching looks really put me off and I developed an instant dislike towards him. The revulsion got worse as the day went. We were asked to go for a walk together to ‘come to know each other’ as it was put to me. Thus, we left the house and went to a near by park. I did not know what to talk to him about. Her kept the conversation going, telling about the western country where he has been living for the past few years and the glorious things he has seen and done etc. It was obvious he was trying to impress upon me what a great person he was and how lucky I was to have been betrothed to him! I was the least bot interested in what he was saying. When we sat down on the park bench, he moved closer to me and put his hands around me. I felt uncomfortable, never been so close to a man before. But what shocked me was when he took the liberty to put his hand on one of my breasts. I was too shocked to say any thing, but managed to blurt out, “what are you doing?” He said ‘Hey there is no harm in that; you are going to get married any how. I just want top try out how good your boobs were.” I was stunned by his tone and his attitude. I managed to get his hand off my breast. He said as we were leaving, “You have to get used to this once we get married.” “Get used to what?” I asked. “Not to feel shy about publicly showing off affection for each other”, he said and then turned around and hugged me and kissed me on my lips. I have always tried to imagine what it would be to be kissed by some one and his kiss was nothing like what I imagined. To begin with, he was rough and smelt of alcohol. On top of it he had dreadful mouth odour and when he tried to push his tongue inside my mouth I felt nauseated. It was a great relief when he let me go and we waked back home without saying any thing to each other. I was half a mind to tell every one at home who were waiting for us to return that I was not going to go thorough the charade of this marriage. But, I felt sad for my poor parents and also the disgrace it would be brought upon them, if I disrupt this arrangement. I can not remember too much of the happenings during the week leading to the wedding. I was like a zombie going through the motions. Few of my friends noticed that I was not my self asked me whether I was happy about the marriage. I did my best to hide my feelings from every one. What should have been the happiest occasion of my life was a disaster as far as I was concerned. I was determined that I was going to make the best use of the opportunity. I did all my crying in the confines of my room and when I walked down the aisle in the hands of my father, I stood with my head high and with a forced smile which fooled every one including my dear future husband. The ‘honeymoon’ was in a holiday villa at a beach resort near by. Sylvester was so drunk at the wedding he was incapable of any thing leave alone making love. But that did not stop him from having sex with me. It was more of a rape rather than making love. I just let him do what ever he wanted to do. He virtually mauled me with his hands and mouth and when he entered my virgin vagina which was still dry and unprepared, I screamed with pain which he mistook for expression of joy. It was the beginning of a daily ritual. Like any good Indian wife, I was very submissive to his ‘needs’ as he calls it, at least once a day sometimes even more than once. He never asked me whether I enjoyed it at all. He also likes to kiss me and or fondle me in public places like parks or cinema. I felt very uncomfortable about it but he never took notice of my objections. Within a few days of the wedding, we left for overseas; it was a new world for me. I loved all what it had to offer. There was plenty of money because he had very good earning. Big house with all modern amenities. Soon the twins arrived. Kris and Ryan. They were the best thing happened to me. They were handful. With the kids and house work, I was getting tired of cleaning and doing all the chores around the house and I started to complain about it. Sylvester after my constant complaints for years agreed to get some help. But typical like as any other frugal Indian man (!) he wanted to do it the cheapest way. He thought if only he could get a hired help from back home, it will be cheaper on the long run as once you pay for the air fare, one has to pay the person only in Indian currency, at the local Indian rates for a hired help. So he wrote home to his uncle or some one to find some one and they wrote back to say that they do have a young man from the schedule cast (there is a distinct cast system in India. People from the higher cast are considered superior and occupy the lucrative positions and those from the lower casts end up doing the menial jobs). I was not happy about the help being a man; I was expecting it will be a girl as it will be easier for me to instruct what to do. Sylvester did not mind as long as it was a helper or in reality a ‘servant’ as we would have referred to them back home in India. Reluctantly, I agreed to the arrangement. It took a month to get the necessary paper work done to get the visa clearance. He was given one year temporary visa. Finally the day arrived when Sylvester went to the airport to pick him up. Roger looked pleasant enough and was very courteous. He was twenty years old and was able to communicate with me in English. He quickly settled down into his duties. Apart from cooking and cleaning the house, he was also able to do the shopping and other chores around the house. I thought all my Christmases have arrived together. The twins have just started junior school and thus I had the week days free giving me plenty of time to relax and being a lady around the house for the first time since I was married. And now with some one to do all the chores, what else do I need? The only down side was that I had to put up with Sylvester’s ‘love making’ once or twice a week. I never got around to enjoy it but went through with it like a good wife and even learned to make him feel adequate, making him believe that I was enjoying it. Roger I was very concerned about this trip abroad. I have never left my home town. I have finished my high school and wanted to have a break from studies before entering university. When some one mentioned about this opportunity to go abroad as a ‘hired help’ as they call it I jumped at the idea. It will give me the chance to see a foreign country and if lucky earn some foreign currency too. I know that I will be paid in Indian currency for my services but all my other expenses will be met by my employers. I had no idea what to expect from the people for whom I will be working for except for the fact that he is a doctor, married and has twins of school going age. When I met the master of the house at the airport I took as instant dislike for him. He was stern and unfriendly. He told me that I was to call him Sir and his wife Madam. When we arrived home I was surprised to notice that she was very beautiful and looked lots younger than him. She reminded me of an Indian Movie actress whose name I could not remember. I could not keep my eyes from staring at her but tried my best not to make it obvious. She was very kind and gentle when she talked to me. She inquired about my trip and my family. I was given the spare room next to the kid’s room and she made sure I had all I needed. The kids were a bit reluctant to warm up to me to start with but soon they became friendly and never stopped chatting from then on. They wanted to know all about India they have heard a lot about. When I finish my tasks for the day and retire to my room, they were with me sitting in my bed talking to me. They were very intelligent kids and I loved conversing with them. Their father was not happy that they were spending so much of their time with me. Their mother had to come to their defence saying that they were more than happy to talk to some one who was prepared to take the time to talk to them. It was obvious that she was having a dig at him for not spending enough time with them. He excused himself that he was too busy earning the money for her and every one around to ‘spend it like water’, a typical Indian expression for being spendthrift. I was aware of the tension around the house and kept out of it. Even the twins seem to have no respect or love for their father. I had to confess that I was very much obsessed by the madam and wanted to please her by working very hard. I wanted her to be aware of the fact that I was doing every thing and even more than what she has asked, just to please her. It delighted me very much whenever she praised my tasks, which she did very often. It made me work even harder. I tried to fantasies about her when I go to sleep at nights. She was always modest in her dressing at home and thus I had to imagine how she will be under her clothes and I very often masturbated at nights imagining how her breasts and ass would look. Not that I have seen a naked breast before, but have seen pictures of it, at least almost naked ones. I have never seen a woman’s private part in real life or even in picture. I did not realise that my luck was going to change soon. It was a very hot day. Master was at work and the twins were at school. I was mowing the lawn. They have a big back yard extending behind the pool. I was sweating and thus took off the shirt and was trying to finish the work before it got any hotter. I looked up and saw madam walking toward the pool in her swimming costume. I have neve seen her with out her clothes and I could not believe what I saw. She was more gorgeous than I have ever imagined in her top which hardly covered her bosom and the bikini which was scanty to say the least. It was out of sight and I could not help but to stare at her as she walked slowly towards the pool. I am sure she was aware of me staring at her but she pretend to ignore it. Her eyes were down cast and she opened the gate to the enclosure, dropped he towel on the paved area and jumped into the pool. She made a few quick laps in the pool. He body was so serene and poised as it dissected the water as she made the twenty laps in no time. I had a feeling she was showing off to me. I moved closer to the fence and was openly watching her. She emerged from under the water and looked up at me. She smiled at me. “Why don’t you join me,” she beckoned me. I was shocked. She was the mistress of the house and I was a mere servant. “I can’t…..” I stammered. “What will the master say?” I was tempted to. The heat was unbearable and I was sweating because of all the hard work I have done. A dip in the pool would be heavenly. But I was worried about the consequences if master will find out. “Oh come on. He is not here and will not be back for hours. I am the mistress of the house and take it as a command”. I knew she was teasing me about it being a command. What the heck. I will take my chances. I can always put the blame on her. I quickly took my shorts off and looked down at the undies I was wearing. They were respectable enough. I opened the gate to the pool, dropped the shorts by the pool side and jumped into the water. I wanted to show off to her that I could swim better than her. I did a few laps at double quick time. She was sitting by the pool side watching me. When I finished she clapped her hands. “Wow. That was very impressive”. She was genuine in her praise. “I grew up in a village with a running river which was full all through the year and have been swimming all my life,” I remarked. “Come up and sit next to me,” she beckoned tapping the paved area next to her. I was hesitant for a minute. I realised that in the past few minutes, our relationship has moved lots more closer than that between a mistress of the house and a servant. She was genuinely kind and I felt very much at ease. I hopped on next to her and sat by her side, not too close but not too far either. She had a bottle of soft drink. She had a sip from it and passed it to me. I hesitated for a minute and then took a big gulp out of it. I was so thirsty. We talked. We talked about lots of things. She wanted to know about me, my family and every thing about me. I have never had the experience of talking about myself to a woman before; in fact, not with any one. It was easy talking to her. As we talked I could sense all the barriers between us breaking down by the minute. I realised that she was only about eight years older than me. She asked me, out of blues, “Do you have a girl friend?” I blurted out, “Never. I have never even talked to a girl before. I am bit on the shy side”. I blushed. “I never had a boy friend either,” she said. “How come you married the master then?” She told me about how the marriage came about. She told me all about her life. I realised that she came almost from a similar back ground as I was. As she narrated her life story, starting from leaving home and her life in a foreign country, I started to warm up to her. A feeling of empathy developed. I wished that we were like teen agers with crush on each other. How nice it would be if we were. I started to day dream and with out realising I put my hand around her and kissed her on her cheeks. Suddenly it dawned on me what I have done. I jumped up to me feet and wanted to run away from there. Celine I also got up. “Please don’t go,” He was still facing away from me. “I am really sorry. I should not have done what I did.” “No. I loved what you did. I was hoping you will do it,” I was standing behind him. I wanted to feel his warmth against my body. I knew the choice was mine. My arms reach up around his neck from behind and embraced him. I could feel the firm tips of my breasts pressed against his back, and the softness of my bosom comfortably snugged at the base of his shoulder blades. “Oh madam. It is not right.” “Please call me Celine. No more madam. Okay?” I ran my hands across his chest; my fingers thread themselves through the coarse hairs. My cheek rested against his back for a moment, and I pulled him closely to me. I gently turned him around to face me and our eyes met. I was able to see the longing in his eyes and I knew that he saw the desire in mine. Our lips connected, at first tentatively. He was not experienced at all and it was obvious from the word go. I led him. He smelt nice and tasted even better. I pushed my tongue to make him open his mouth. He was reluctant at first then let it slid in. Our tongues danced and swirled. I could sense the quickening passions burning inside him. He brought both hands to the back of my neck, and bringing my mouth deeper inside his, clasping the hairs at the nape of my neck. I had this weird sensation of being powerless to feel anything but the force of his kiss. I wanted him to dominate me rendering me powerless to do anything but surrender to him. I could feel his cock pressing up against my lower belly, teasing me with its hardness, and his lust fired mine. We had to get to the next stage. I reluctantly separated my lips away from his. The heat of the sun has subsided as it was becoming over cast. We were standing on the paved area surrounding the pool. The yard was so large no one could see us where we are or what we were doing. I did not want to spoil the mood by going inside the house. His eyes were on my boobs. I always had moderately large and firm boobs which because of my pettiness was obviously looked larger than life. I looked into his beautiful penetrating eyes. “Do you want to touch them honey?” I asked him. I knew his answer even before he gently nodded with a smile. I gently unhooked the top and let it all to the floor. I could see form his looks that he was mesmerised by what he saw. “Take them sweet heart; they are yours.” He took them both in his hands. At first, not knowing what to do with them, then gently squeezed them, all the time looking into my eyes. How different it was from what my experience was with Sylvester. Bastard, how much I hated him. More so, when I looked at this heavenly looking man, who was about to make me happy, for the first time in my life. He squeezed them little harder. I kept my eyes closed enjoying every minute of the joy which was spreading through my whole body. It was something I waited all my life. This was a special occasion for me and I wanted it to be memorable. “Let us go into the house honey,” I found that addressing him in an endearing manner was not difficult at all, in fact was becoming natural. We walked hand in hand into the house and made sure the outside doors were locked. I led him into the master bed room. He was hesitant. “Is it a good idea?” “Of course it is my room and I could do what ever I want in it” I was glad I changed the sheets and made the bed only that morning. I dragged him by his hand into the room. We were like teen age lovers embarking into a forbidden territory. I closed the door behind us. Next minute we both jumped into the bed. It was like a cyclone hitting from no where. Grabbing on to each other, kissing, cuddling, grabbing, and pulling all at the same time. We were both beside ourselves. His mouth hungrily seeked my boobs. He sucked on them like a baby who has been depraved of feed for days. I held him tightly against my bosom and wanted him to take more and more of it into his mouth. I was moaning with pleasure encouraging him to suck more and more, He was not gentle; which was expected as he has never done that before; but that did not bother me at all. In fact the roughness made it even more pleasurable. It was different to the roughness by Sylvester. Rogers’ was out of ignorance and inexperience. He did not mean to hurt me in any way. Once or twice he even bit my nipples, but I did not complain. While he was sucking me, I put my hand on the bulge which was getting bigger and bigger. I pulled the undies down and engulfed the erection in my hand. Oh may God, it was enormous! The only one I have ever seen before was that of Sylvester which not even half this size. I could hardly get my hand around it. Indian Servant Ch.02 Celine I woke up with the most wonderful feeling next day. Even Sylvester noticed that I was chirpier than usual. Roger was exceptionally quite. He was trying to shun me and kept away from me; fortunately no one else noticed there was some thing amiss in the air. I tried to catch his eyes but he kept avoiding it. I was a bit annoyed, but by the same token I could understand that he was quite apprehensive after what happened the previous day. I waited until every one was out of the home. He was in the kitchen having his breakfast. I went and sat on a chair opposite to him. I had to some how or other break this impasse. “Roger why are you trying to avoid me?” I was forthright. He did not reply. “Whether you want me to or not I am going to say this. What ever we did yesterday was the most wonderful thing which has ever happened to me in my life”. He still did not open his mouth. “Okay if that is how you want it let it be so”. I got up and walked away. There were tears in my eyes, but I tried to hide it from him. I tried to keep my self occupied but I could not. I was so miserable that I could concentrate at all. After some time I thought I will try another approach. “Roger, what do you say? We go out for a drive to Mount Sugar Park?” He has mentioned that he would love to go there and wanted to take some photos to send back home to his family. It was about an hour’s drive from our home. It is a forest reserve area which is made up of a curved range of hills that roll around the side of a lake. He was preparing the dinner for the family and did not reply straightaway. After a long pause he nodded his head. “We will leave as soon as we get the chores done and get the dinner ready for tonight” In case we get delayed I did not want the kids to come home and find there was no food. We quickly got the task in hand out of the way and packed a picnic hamper for lunch. It is very scenic drive but most of the roads aren't sealed. The view is wonderful. There was hardly any conversation during the journey. It was driving me mad. I wanted to hold his hands and say lots of things to him, how wonderful he was the previous day and how much I loved him etc etc. But his silence made me hold back the desire to express my love. I know the time will come, sooner or later. When we reached there, we explored the lookouts spread across the hill tops. We drove around looking at the view from all the vantage points and he was able to take quite few photos of the magnificent scenery. Finally, we parked the car under a shade in a secluded area. As we sat and watched from my car, we could see the sunlight casting long shadows of the trees and the colour of the lake changing. We started to feel hungry and Roger got out of the car and fetched the hamper. We unpacked some food and sat in the front of the car munching watching the horizon. The silence was gradually breaking and we chatted as we ate; not a word was uttered about the previous day’s happenings. I said some thing funny and we both laughed. He laughed so much that accidentally he spilled his coke all over my top. I thought it was a great joke but he was worried about the seats in my new car. "I am sorry", he apologised. I laughed it off "Lucky it is all on me and didn't stain the seat". Roger passed me a napkin from the hamper. I patted myself dry and then passed it back to him to put in the rubbish bag. Roger must have noticed that I had missed a drop on my chin and he reached out to wipe it off for me. His face was close to mine as he touched me. It was no surprise when he quickly planted a kiss on my chin. That was the cue I was waiting for. I kissed him back. In no time at all we were in a deep embrace kissing deeply. We made out for quite some time as the sun slowly began to sink behind the mountain slopes. I loved the colours as I caught a glimpse of them each time I opened my eyes. He put his hands around me and started to rub at my breasts through my dress. I love my breasts being rubbed. It just melts me. It wasn’t so much longer before I felt his hands slide down the front of my dress and start to rub my legs. His touch really made me feel alive. Brought back the lovely memories of the day before. But this was different. It was romantic and was magical. He slipped his hand up the inside of my dress and ran his hand over my belly. His skin on my skin made me tingle. I began to feel quite warm but it wasn't that easy to get comfortable in the front seat of the car. I didn't want to move too much though in case it broke the moment. Soon his hand was up inside my dress and under my bra. He felt my nipples with his fingers and they went all hard and pointy. I love the feeling of that happening. It tingles my whole chest. Roger was toying with my breasts when suddenly I got a terrible cramp in my left leg. I couldn't control it or ignore it and I flung him away to stretch my leg out. It started to hurt a lot so as soon as I could, I got out of the car to walk around a bit. He followed me out and walked around the car to me. "Sorry about pushing you away", I smiled at him through the pain. "That is alright. It is really not so comfortable in the car any how", he replied. After a few minutes I had it under control and my leg was settled. I leaned back on the side of the car. "Is it ok?" he asked me. "Yes Thank you, not bad now", I said as I reached out to him to bring him close to me again. As he moved in to me, his hand lowered to my leg and he began to rub my thigh with a one handed massage. I sighed as his touch melted the knots in my muscles. After massaging my leg for a while he asked me, "How was that?" "Wonderful thanks", I replied and with that we started to kiss again. Moments later, Roger's hands started to wander again but this time he put his hand up my dress and then straight down inside my panties. He couldn't do that in the car. It was wild to feel his fingers rubbing against my pussy and petting my hair. We kissed long and hard as he poked around and stroked me. I could feel the heat building up and I wasn’t surprised when he started to slip his fingers inside of me. I was already moist and it felt great. Roger was beginning to get very excited too. I could feel the heat in his jeans as I ran my hands down his body. His fingers brushed up and down between the lips of my pussy and he teased my clit each time. It was such as sweet feeling. He kept teasing my clit until it started to swell. With each pass he gently drew on my clit until it was standing out proudly from my pussy lips. It was funny that I started to unfasten his jeans at the same time as he started to push my panties down my legs. As I was wrestling with his zipper I felt my panties drop down around my ankles. I slipped my hand inside his undies and put my hand around his hot cock. It felt awesome. So hard, solid and hot. I could feel the veins with my fingertips and sense him pulsating with excitement. I pulled it out from his undies to the open air so I could feel its length. I tingled all over my body when I felt how good it was. Stroking his length with my hand made me a little dizzy with excitement. Roger moved close into me and held my dress up around my waist as he pushed his cock toward my pussy. He jiggled around and teased at me with it before it finally slotted into my pussy lips. Then gently he held me close and pushed the head of his cock inside me. I couldn’t have wanted it to feel any better than it did. He had me so wound up! He started to stroke his cock in and out of me, each time it seemed to go a little further inside of me. It was great. I held him close to me and closed my eyes as he pleasured me. "You don't want to stop do you?” he asked me. "Oh no", I replied. He took my arm and led me toward the front of the car. I sat on the side of the bonnet, just above the wheel and he moved toward me again. This time he put his hands up my dress and held my hips. He smiled at me and whispered "Turn around". His hands guided my hips around until I was facing away from him. He rubbed his hands down around my rear and around my thighs and gently pushed my legs out so they were a little apart. Oh my God. Only yesterday I was thinking how naive he was, being a virgin and all, and here he is, seem to know more than I have ever experienced in my life time! His hand ran up between my legs and he started to finger me again. It felt great. I leaned forward a little and put my hands out on the bonnet with my eyes closed. The fresh air, the warmth and his touch was so right. I felt his fingers explore me again. I was getting soaking wet. A short time later he pulled his hand away from me and lifted my dress back up around my waist again. I felt him move close in behind me and then I felt his cock pressing into my pussy again. I slipped my legs apart wider for him. It felt so great to have his penis inside me again. It seemed to reach further inside me than before so I spread my legs a little further. As I did, he placed his hands on my hips and drew me back tight on him. That made it even better. He slid his cock into me and stroked it all the way out each time. I loved it. I was worlds away in pleasure. He worked me so well that I leaned right forward and rested my head on my crossed arms on the bonnet of the car. My hair fell down around my face and bounced in time with his strokes. I am sure I looked like a rag doll but I didn't care about that anymore. There was no one around for miles, even if there were people, I would not have cared. The heat coming off the car and the passion made me start to sweat a little. I could feel Roger becoming more intense. I don't know if his cock was getting even bigger or whether it was just my pussy clamping onto him but it felt really good. I climaxed right there and then. My mind was spinning; I tilted my head back up briefly as my pussy growled around his shaft. Roger must have felt my pussy twitching and grinding because he came inside me soon after. I felt his hot juice enter me deep inside. He held his cock deep inside me until he had his cum completely drained. It felt wild. I could feel it all happen. My hair was tangled and a little wet from being tossed around my head, but I didn't mind. It was an awesome experience. Roger moved back away from me and I felt his wet cock drop away from me. He went around the other side of the car to straighten himself up. I was surprised that after what we have gone through, he was still modest. I reached down and picked up my panties from the ground. I used them to wipe my pussy dry and then tossed them into the bushes. I have to do without one I guess and could easily make it home without panties. We drove home. We didn’t say a lot on the way. I felt very ecstatic and dreamy and all I wanted to do was to go home and sleep. As we drove into the garage, we heard the kids coming through the gate. That was a lucky escape! I asked Roger to take care of them and went straight to bed. I was woken up by a phone call. It was Sylvester, he was held up at work because of some complication with one his patients; he wanted to remind me about the parent teachers meeting we had to attend that evening. Shit! I clean forgot about it. I got up and asked the Roger to take care of the kids’ dinner. I needed a shower and then got dressed and left the place in a hurry. When the meting finished it was almost 9 pm. I rang home on my mobile. Roger answered. He said that the kids have gone to sleep and Sylvester rang to say that he was staying overnight at the hospital as he had to take the patient back to the theatre. He asked me where I had any thing to eat. I told him I had supper and was not hungry at all and will see him soon. When he said that Sylvester was not coming home, I could not help but to get excited about the prospects of spending the night with Roger. No one was within hearing distance. I told him that I loved him and asked him to wait for me in my bed room. He did not say any thing when I hung up. I was so excited that I could not remember the drive back home. I parked the car and rushed into the bed room. As I expected, Roger was waiting for me. He was sitting quietly on the bed. As soon as I entered the room he got up and came towards me. We clutched each other in a deep embrace and kissed passionately. Roger I watched her coming across the room. She looked beautiful. She was dressed up more than her normal self for the meeting she attended. She had a tight fitting blouse which exaggerated her bosom and a skirt which was bit on the shorter side. It made her look younger than her age. I began groping and squeezing her large full breasts through the silky blouse she wore. She sighed and arched her back at my touch, enjoying it greatly. I placed an arm around her pulling our bodies closer to each other. I wasted no time and used both hands to pull her skirt upwards, bunching it together at her thin waist. I slipped her silky panties down and off, my right hand brushed over and across her beautiful, splendid ass. I unbuttoned her blouse with one of my hands. Once it was halfway undone, I slipped a hand inside and squeezed the heavy, thick underside of one of her bra-clad breasts. Celine giggled at my touch, as I used my other hand to finish taking care of the blouse's remaining buttons. I whisked her bra off and away. Except for the skirt, which was bunched up around her waist Celine was now completely nude. Her body shivered with delight as I began tweaking one of her breasts with my fingertips, while paying real close attention to its hard, thick nipple. As she looked at me with a lustful expression, I could not help but to press his lips against hers for a heated kiss. Celine put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth hard against hers for a tongue-to-tongue exchange. I tilted my head and drove my tongue deep into her sweet mouth. Celine broke the kiss by gently pushing my head away from hers. I was not of what she was going to do next. She turned around and dropped down to her knees, right in front of me. She unzipped my jeans and pried them open, then pulled them down slightly - past my hips. My bulge was tenting against the cotton undies I was wearing. She pressed her mouth gently against the tip of the bulge which sent a shudder all through my body. She then did the same to my undies to release my pulsating erection. Celine licked her lips as she looked at my cock with her black eyes sparkling with desire. She gripped the length of my cock with her manicured little hand and offered it a good squeeze. I started to moan as she used her other hand to cup and massage my fleshy, hairy testicles. What she did shocked me beyond ant expectations. She swiped away at the tip of his shaft with her velvety tongue. All the time she was watching my face for my reaction. I have never ever imagined a woman will ever do such a thing to a man and wow it was unbelievable. She gently teased the head of my cock licking and swirling her tongue in a circular motion going around the head. It was driving me wild! She started to lick and slide her tongue across the thick head of my cock several times, all in repeated succession. “Oh my God what are you doing Celine?” I exclaimed. I did want her to stop it. But.. To do this.. She did not reply. How could she. Her mouth was busy driving me crazy. Eventually, she slipped the shaft between her moist lips, and took it into her mouth. She let out a hoarse moan as she began to suck and slurp away upon my cock. Celine focused her eyes upon my face as she started to bob her head up-and-down over my throbbing cock. Gripping the base of my shaft with her right hand, she continued to slurp away upon its length with her mouth and tongue. I sighed in lust as she looked up at me with a sexy expression, her mouth stuffed full of my cock. All the while, her head just kept bobbing, as her glossy-red lips provided hot, wet friction while clamped tightly around my shaft. I could feel an orgasm brewing within myself. With the feel of her mouth upon my cock, as it just sucked and sucked away... he was getting close to an orgasm. She must have sensed that I was extremely close to cumming in her mouth, so she decided to increase the ferocity of her sucking. I was quickly loosing control of myself. I grunted as thick globs of sperm shot out from within my cock, directly into Celine’s awaiting mouth. She guzzled my cum down her throat, relishing in its delicious taste. I continued pumping a steady stream of cum into her throat for several seconds, but eventually, the spasms slowed down. To my horror she swallowed every drop of my cum! She continued to lick my cock until it was squeaky clean. She got up from her knelling position and put her hands around me and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back with equal fervour. I could taste my cum on her lips. “I love you Celine”. I mumbled. She pulled her face away form mine and looked into my eyes with a teasing smile on her face. "You have to prove that honey”. "What do you mean" I was puzzled by her remark. “You have to reciprocate what I did for you”. “You mean..?” “Yes of course. Don’t you like to do that to me?” she asked. There was a touch of annoyance in her tone, I was not sure whether it was for a fact or she was still teasing me. “Of course I will love to do that. But.. I have never done that before…” “Just do what ever comes to you mind honey. I am sure I will love what ever you do to me”. She took off her skirt and sat on the edge of the bed. I was not sure what I was supposed to do. She beckoned me to come and kneel in front of her facing up to her. I did as she told me. She bowed down and kissed me gently on my lips. “I love you honey” I bent down and burrowed my face between the hairy joining of Mary's luscious thighs. It smelt wonderful and she gently separated her thighs allowing my face to reach its target. "Ohhhhh..." She moaned, while watching the top of my head, which was nestled between her thighs. With her right hand, she reached down and grasped my head, pushing it into her pussy. I began to probe her pussy with my tongue. She let out a very pleasurable sigh as I gave the gateway to her heaven a series of strokes with my tongue. The pubic hair was clipped. I repeatedly swiped my hot tongue over and across the swollen lips of Celine’s wet pussy. She groaned and squirmed in undeniable pleasure, with her thighs closed tightly around my head. I was suffocating for breath. Without a doubt, she was absolutely loving it. I continued to lick and slurp away at her pussy, all the while enjoying its delicious taste. I knew that I had Celine in a sexual frenzy, as she panted and writhed. I soon increased the tempo of my oral work and knew that with the reaction of her body, Celine was close to an orgasm. There was little doubt of that. I never realised how much of pleasure a man’s tongue could give to a woman. This was a new world for me. Arching her neck and back, Celine soon cried out in hot passion as a sweet orgasm ripped throughout her body. I continued licking away, until her orgasm eventually subsided. I continued to rest my face in her hairy nest as she gently patted my head. I must have dazed off for a minute or so before I suddenly woke up. Just resting my face in her crutch was like being in heaven. I could spend the rest of the night like this. She gently made me get up from my kneeling position and guided me into the bed. We were both exhausted after the hectic activities during the day, and before soon went off to sleep. I suddenly woke up by the angry voice of the master. “What the heck is going on here?” Shit. We must have slept through the night. Sylvester was standing at the door of the bed room. Celine and I were lying naked on the bed. I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6 am. It was too obvious what was going on. I tried to cover my self with the bed sheet. Celine was out of the bed in no time. She quickly close the door tot h bed room. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to prevent the kids from hearing what was going on. Indian Servant - Sharing 1 Celine and Roger were growing apart. It was inevitable. In the early days they had sex two or three times day. Mid morning after Sylvester has gone to work and the kids off to school. Then in the afternoon soon after lunch before the kids were back from school. They had to try hard not to let the kids know any thing was amiss. That was one condition Sylvester insisted on which they them selves never intended to break. Then in the nights, after the kids go to sleep, Celine some time sneak out of the main bed room and go to bed with Roger, always making sure she was back in bed before the kids get up. The kids had a habit of some times walking into the parent's bedroom when they get up in the morning. It was Roger who raised the issue of being bored with what they were doing. Celine herself felt that the initial excitement was not there any more. She felt that he was a bit immature and was sort of getting tiered of 'mothering' him. But, by the same token she did not want it all to end. It was better than the sex life she had with Sylvester. She wondered whether he was tiered of her because of the age difference. "No! Age has nothing to do with it. It is not fun any more as we are doing the same thing over and over again." "Do you want to try some thing different?" She hired some adult videos to watch together and try to emulate some of the things they saw on the screen. She had a sore backside for days after trying some of the 'acrobatic postures' as she called them and even a bit of bleeding when she went to the toilet after they tried anal sex. Thankfully, after one attempt, Roger refused to take part in it. Even change of venues did not bring much enthusiasm on the part of Roger. Even they tried sex in the swimming pool in the middle of that day. One day they were watching an adult video in an afternoon. In fact Roger was the one who was watching at that time as she was on her knees, between his parted legs sucking his cock. He suddenly blurted out, "Hey I like that." Celine could not reply him back straight away as her mouth was filled with his cock that was about to explore in her mouth. "Ohhhhhh......" he moaned as he shot his load in her mouth. Celine, over the period of time, has acquired the taste of his cum to the extent she could swallow it with out feeling nauseated. She finished licking off the cum from his cock and lifted her head and asked him, "What was that about sweet heart?" "I will play it back for you." Roger rewound the tape to where he wanted. There was a couple -- the woman had hugh tits and the man had his face buried in between the two upright mountains. The man was kneading the breast with both his hands while trying to slap them against the sides of his face. It looked very erotic. "I would not mind having a woman with that kind of breasts" "Oh. Don't you like mine any more?" Celine was teasing him. "I like yours, you silly. But...you know what I mean." "Hey anything more than a mouth full is wasted as they say!" Roger always had a big crush on big boobs. Since the day he came across a photo of Dolly Parton, he was fascinated by them. He can't even remember how old he was then. But growing up in the out backs of an Indian village, it has been only a fantasy; he has never seen a naked one leave alone touched any boobs until he met Celine. With all due respect, Celine's breasts were average, just right for her petite figure, but unfortunately did not come up to the expectations of the his fantasies. Celine knew about his fantasies. When they went out, she has noticed him staring at the boobs of women specially the ones who were well endowed and has told him in no uncertain terms that it was rude to do so. He was conscious of it since then and has been quite discrete when he wanted to admire the boobs of women who were scantly dressed on the streets. "It is only a just a passing thought any how. Where will I ever get to meet some one like that?" Roger continued, "Unless of course you could introduce me to one of your friends." "Who among my hand full of friends will fall under that category?" They both thought about the same person almost simultaneously, "Meena!" Meena and her husband Lex has been family friends for many years but over the years when they were all busy with their respective growing families, they did not get around to see each other as often as they would have liked to. Their kids were now in boarding school. Lex and Meena were older than Celine and Sylvester, in their 50s. Roger has met them once when he was out with the family at some function. Meena was wearing a sari and the blouse she was wearing was quite body hugging that it made more than justice to her boobs. Roger was absolutely fascinated by them and at every opportunity he did not fail to admire it from far and near. Both Lex and Meena kept them selves quite fit. Regular exercise and careful eating made them keep their weight down and people always estimated their ages lots lees that what they were. Meena has always been a stunning looking woman, quite tall and with a lovely bosom which has always been her best attribute. Lex always used to joke about it saying that he married her just for the sake of her boobs! Age has not made much difference to her figure specially her boobs have not lost much of their contour over the years. "How on earth am I going to coax her to let you do that to her?" Celine pondered. "No harm in trying." Celine's mind started to go on an over drive. If only she could match Meena with Roger, it will give her the opportunity to slowly get him out of her life in a tactful manner and may be... a big may be... she could try to hook on to Lex! Celine always had a crush on Lex, from the fist day they ever met. He was just the opposite of Sylvester. Lex was a tall and handsome man with full black hair and a well groomed moustache There have been many an occasion when Sylvester was having sex with her, she has fantasised that it was Lex. She has not had that fantasy for a long time at least since Roger came into her life. Now, thinking about it made her feel quite excited. She could not but help herself for a minute trying to compare Lex with Roger and to her surprise Lex came out a winner hands down. Definitely he will be more mature and experienced. The thought of it really made her wet. She has to play her cards well. First of all no way should Roger know that she fancied Lex. That may back fire and bring unnecessary jealousies. Secondly this could be one way of she could 'ease off' Roger from her life. She was shocked that she even contemplated it. But in heart of hearts she was also getting a bit stale with their relationship. It was fun for a short time playing 'mother' to a younger person. But, some times a woman needs an 'adult'. She smiled at the last thought. "What are you smiling about?" She has to quickly think of some thing to say. "You are a real bastard. You will rather have Meena any time than me, don't you?" Roger smiled. "Don't tell me you are jealous?" "No. You can have her boobs any time." She was quick to reply. She was thinking. "But we have to work out how we are going to approach this. Leave it with me I will work out some thing." 2 The opportunity arose sooner than she thought would happen. She ran into Meena when she went for shopping to the city. It is not often she goes there nor does Meena. They had a cuppa in a sidewalk café trying to catch up on news of each other. Suddenly out of blues, Meena asked her, "How is your lover Boy?" Celine was stunned at her question. "What do you mean...?" she stuttered. "Oh come on. It is plain as any thing. You and Roger are getting off, aren't you?" Celine blushed. "The couple of times when we visited you, I could see openly the way you two were looking at each other and inter-reacting and I knew straight away that some thing was going on between you two. In fact I saw him touching you more than a few times during the short period if time we were there." "Did Lex say any thing.....?" she stammered. "Men are not that clever in noticing things!" Meena exclaimed. "Now that you have guessed it, there is no point in hiding it any way." Celine told her every thing from the beginning. As she related the happenings, Meena started to get excited. She became conscious of the fact that she was getting wet. They walked away from the crowded area. "Have you ever been with any one....?" Celine asked Meena. "No way! Wish I had. I was only teasing you. I have never been unfaithful to Lex. I guess like any other Indian bride" "I was the same, a virgin bride and until a few weeks ago never set an eye on another man. And here I am, a slut!" Celine exclaimed. "I have been tempted though, on and off but never had the courage to act on it" "It has to be our Catholic upbringing" Celine remarked. "And throw in the Indian culture for good measures." They both laughed. Meena continued, "But I can't say the same thing about Lex though." Meena told Celine that she has always known that Lex was having affairs for a long time. But he was quite discrete about it and thus she did not worry at all. She also knew that he will never have the courage to leave her. "Hey I know it is not nice to talk bad about your husband behind his back, but now I can tell you some thing, I guess; I never liked Sylvester at all" Meena confessed. "I had a feeling that you did not. I have seen him gaping at you boobs openly in front of me and it was so disgusting." "Yes that is the very reason I hated him. Secretly admiring is one thing but publicly gawking is different." They talked for quite some time. Celine told her about how she got married to Sylvester and how she carried a hatred for him all her life. Roger happened to be at the right place at a time, not soon enough though. Hearing all these tales made Meena even more excited. "Can I ask you some thing, what is it like being with another man after being only with your husband all your life?" Meena queried. "If you want an honest answer, I have to say it was an easy decision for me as I hated being with Sylvester." "You are a lucky Devil. He is such a hunk anyway." "I know." Celine beamed with pride. "Hey I wish I could have a piece of him", Meena said out of blues. "You little Tart. What made you think I want to share him with you?" Celine asked her with a mock anger. "Oh. I am sorry. I did not mean it to come that way." Meena was all apologetic. "Nay. I was only teasing you. To be honest, I don't mind sharing him especially with you, you having been my best friends for years." "Jee. Thanks. It will be fun to be honest if you could make it happen." Meena was really getting excited to the extent she could feel her panties getting well and truly wet. Celine wanted to play it cool. She knew if she wanted she could have taken Meena home straight away and made it all happen. But she wanted her to crave for it a little longer. She has to some how or other find a way of getting Lex into the equation too with out appearing to be keen. "I will see what I can do about it. I promise" Celine assured her. "I will be eternally grateful to you." Meena was beaming with joy. "I will hold you to your promise, don't you worry." They parted company Celine promising Meena that she will contact her soon after talking to Roger. When she went home, she did not mention to Roger anything about meeting Meena. Few days later, Meena rang her. Celine apologised for not having raised the issue with Roger. Meena was a bit disappointed, as she was hoping to ask Celine to lend Roger's services for a party she was having, to help with the catering. She was hoping that when he goes over to her place she may be able to get the opportunity to sleep with him. Celine told her she will be more than a happy to let Roger to come over to her place. She suddenly thought of an idea. "Why not try to seduce him while he is over there rather than do it as a planned event. That will be more exciting." Meena thought about it for a moment. "What a great idea. Yes it will be more fun that way. I am sure I still have a few charms left!" Meena said laughingly. "Yes you have a couple of them!" Celine remarked teasingly. "I won't say any thing to him about what we have talked." "Don't you worry, he won't be the same again when he comes back to you," Meena quipped. "That is what I am worried about," Celine retorted. They both laughed. 3 Celine mentioned about the party to Roger and told him that it may give him the chance to fulfil his fantasies. He was of course not aware of the conversation between Celine and Meena. He was a bit disappointed that Celine has not already talked to Meena about it as he was made to believe. Celine told him it was better this way as it could become a spontaneous thing if he could sort of woo her while he was there. Lex was supposed to away for the day. The plan was for Celine to drop him early in the morning and pick him up late that evening. Roger was dressed and ready quite early in the morning. Celine could not help teasing him. "Look at you. Dressed for the Kill! Never seen you putting so much effort dressing up before, for my sake." "What is the point of getting into good clothes for you any how? The first thing you do is to rip them off" he retorted back. They drove in silence. Celine could not help but getting a tinny winy bit jealous. He was hers all these days and it is going to change today. But the reward for it could be Lex. Thinking of him made her feel nice and warm. Hope it will be soon, Meena met them at the gate. Celine did not get down as she had to go back home to drop the kids at school. Roger was quite shy when he got down from the car. After a quick hello to Meena Celine gave a wave to him off and drove off. Meena invited him into the house. He was quite non communicative in the beginning. She gradually broke the barrier and soon he started to open up. Talking in between their native tongue also helped. When she received him. She was wearing a jumper on top. But after a short time, she took it off. She had a semi transparent lacy blouse which had a low cut neck line and he could see clear as a day light the black half cup push up bra underneath. Roger had to try hard not to stare at her boobs which were virtually poking straight into his line of vision. Meena was quite aware of the effect her attire was having on him. It was deliberate and she was glad that it was having its effect. But she was careful not to embarrass him by making him know that she is aware of his predicament. They started to get the luncheon ready. But every time she bent down or turned he could not avoid noticing her bulging boobs. He was getting an erection which fortunately for him was not quite obvious because of the loose trousers he was wearing. But once when they passed each other, Meena accidentally rubbed against the front part of the body and she felt the bulge as it pressed against her legs. As soon as it happened, he realised it and immediately turned away from her to avoid her noticing it. That is what he thought, but Meena did not fail to feel the bulge and she also turned away from him, suppressing a smile. After this cat and mouse game which went on for some time, she decide to make the move. She bent down in front of him pretending to pick some thing from the floor. She looked up and saw him staring down at her boobs which were quite visible to him. "Did you like the bird's eye view?" she asked him, mischievously. He was shocked and was lost for words. "What... what did you mean?" he stammered. "I know that you were looking at my boobs from the time you came here. Don't deny it." "Oh... I... didn't... sorry.... I did not mean to..." "It is Okay Roger, honestly. I am not upset at all" "Oh." He did not know what to say. "You like it don't you?" "Yes I love it." He was honest and forthright. He thought that was the best way. "I am pleased that you like it." She continued. "I tell you what. After the party, when every one has gone home, I will let you see it properly." She noticed the big smile on his face. It was like the face of a little boy who has been promised a candy if he behaved himself! She was tempted to rip her blouse and bra off then and there and let him play with it. But she wanted him to yearn for for it a bit longer. It is best that way. "In fact, I will let you do more than look at it if you do a great job with this luncheon." When she got up from her position, she purposely headed his bulge gently and also rubbed her boobs against his body and did not look back to see how he reacted. Roger almost came in his pants. They did not have much time before the guests were arriving and there was no time for any more small talk or by play. Roger got into the chore with his heart and soul. He knew there was a reward at the end of the tunnel. Meena went and changed herself into the formal dress for the occasion. Roger stayed in the back ground in the kitchen. No one knew of his presence. Meena was not going to make his presence public. Knowing her friends, she did not want to give any opportunity for any one to start questioning about him. It was almost 4 pm before the last of the guests left. Meena has asked Roger to go and rest in the spare room and he took the opportunity to have a well deserved nap. He was woken by the door opening and Meena walked into the room. His tongue suddenly went dry. She was an attractive woman any how but with the make up and all she looked smashing - long black hair, brown skin, pouty lips, tall, voluptuous, with magnetic black eyes. He was starring at the main attraction. The one thing Meena had that he wanted more than anything else was her tits. They were glorious, natural and bouncing, despite the bra she was wearing. For as long as he could remember, he was attracted to women with large breasts. No, not just large but enormous. Celine had average breasts. She was his first and only woman and there was no choice any how. But he always used to admire women who were well endowed. When he first met Meena he was take aback by the size of here tits. Just the sight of them was enough to make his mind spin. And her she was looking spectacular. Meena slowly, unbuttoned her top, one by one. Smiling at his face as he watched eager to see all that Meena was revealing. When Meena had unbuttoned the one just below her bra, Meena pulled the sides back and stopped, framing her tits...her magnificent tits...with the blouse. Her bra was lace, and Meena knew, without even looking down, that he could see her nipples through the lace. He was entranced. Looking at those breasts, he could see the darker nipples at the tips. Through the bra. That was where he wanted to be. But he stared at the entire breadth of lace-covered melons offered to him from a few feet away, while he sat in his bed, unmoving. Meena began to taunt him. "Is this what you want, dear?" Meena reached down and pulled at the nipples. "Do you see these nice juicy nipples waiting for your touch? Do want to lick them? Kiss them? Suck them? They are soft and warm....Mmmmm..." Meena cooed as she cupped them in her hands, thrusting them out to him. Her bra was one of those half-bras, the cup covering up to just above the nipples. The upper curves were exposed to his eyes in all of their abundance. Meena plucked at her dark teats. She could feel herself getting moist between her legs. His mouth was open now, and his hands flexed convulsively. He wanted nothing more than to grab on to those tits. He had fairly large hands, but he would bet that it would take both hands to completely hold one of her boobs while he nursed on the end. He swallowed as Meena approached him. Indian Servant - Sharing Meena stood directly in front of him now. His face was even with her tits. Meena could tell he wanted to touch them. He wasn't even looking at her face or the rest of her body now; he was completely fixated on the bounty before him. "Through the bra, suck them now. Through my bra," Meena hissed at him. "No hands. Just your mouth. Make those nipples hard. Now"! He did not need any more prompting. His mouth immediately found the dark nipple peaking through the lace and his teeth grasped it so he could pull it into his mouth. He felt the warm hard point of flesh that was still so soft. Even through the lace it was enough to make his prick into complete hardness. He shifted in the edge of the bed he was sitting. He was still completely clothed and his cock was confined. "Ooohhhhh," Meena moaned softly. It had been a while since Lex had paid attention to her nipples. In fact, she can't remember when was the last time Lex has made love. Thinking of it made her a bit angry. Who is having the last laugh now. Even though it was through the fabric of her bra, it felt wonderful. Meena looked down, and she could see that his eyes were closed. He was concentrating on the task at hand. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against her neck as Meena wallowed in the sensations. Meena pulled back and he looked up at her face with a sad expression on his face. Meena smiled, she wanted to tease him more. "Oh baby, what are you looking at me like that? Are you upset that I took away your new play things? Did you like having my tits in your face? Do you want more?" Meena played with him, as she stroked herself before his eyes. She ran her hands all over her breasts, and then started to unbutton her blouse. Meena shrugged it off and stood before him clad in her bra, her skirt, and her heels. "Come, help me to take off the bra," Meena invited him. He jumped to his feet, eager to help her off with her clothes. He practically leapt and stood in front of her waiting for her instructions. "Good boy. I am glad to see that you didn't touch me without permission," Meena said approvingly. "Now, watch me unhook this bra so you know how to do it for next time. I expect that you will know how to dress and undress me from now on." He has done it before with Celine, at least to undo the bra. But this was different. Apart from the fact the breasts were huge, the bra hooks were in front unlike Celine's which were in the back. He watched intently as her hands reached down to the hooks in the front of her tits. He noticed that the clasps were struggling keep the breasts from bursting out. Meena let her hands rest there for a moment, and then twisted it; the cups sprang apart, exposing her light brown flesh for his adoring eyes. He was amazed! They sagged a little bit, but they were huge, he expected them to sag more knowing that she was in her 50s. They looked firm, even without the support of the bra. And her nipples were even larger than he had thought seeing them through their lacy cover. His mouth watered, and her hands came up and pulled his chin up so he looked her in the face. "Come around and help me slide this off now, boy," Meena told him. Meena was wet now, and she realized that being with a boy or rather a young adult was a definite turn-on. She turned her back and let him slide it off her shoulders. And when she turned around, she saw him looking with a startled look on his face. "What is bothering you?" Meena asked. She was getting used to calling him boy. It gave her a sexually dominant sensation. With Lex it was him who was always the leading person and as an obedient Indian wife, she accepted it. Now it was her turn to enact her fantasies in a reversal of roles. "I have never saw tits that were this big before," he stuttered, blushing a little bit as he realized that he probably sounded stupid. "Not even in books or videos." "Oh... have you been watching dirty pictures were you? Naughty boy!" Meena smiled. She climbed onto the bed and propped herself in a sitting position against the head board. She was still wearing her skirt and stockings, but had kicked off her heels. "Come here," Meena nodded and patted the area next to her body. He jumped onto the bed and Meena frowned. "No. Take off your clothes first. I want you naked. I want to see your body while you are playing with my breast." He got off the bed, excited to please her, and stripped. He wasn't ashamed of what he had to offer. He knows he had a good body. Celine has told him may times and he has seen other men on the beach. He posed for a moment so Meena could look at him. His hand automatically stroked his erect cock as if to soothe its hardness, Meena smiled again, and patted the bed. "Now. I want you to sit here now and lay your head on my tits." He hurried and crawl across the bed. His head was pillowed on those magnificent breasts. He inhaled, smelling her. Meena smelled faintly of rose. Her nipples were still hard, and he looked at them up close. He could see the bluish veins running under her brown skin to the tips, pumping the blood through, making them alive and warm and exciting. "Now, my sweet heart. They are yours and you can do whatever you like within reason of course. Make me feel good. Lick them. Suck them. Milk them. Can you do that?" "Oh yes," he breathed, never taking his eyes off of the reward before him. He was so turned on. He wanted to gulp them, make her nipples hard. He wanted to pull on them, and imagine that he could feel milk coming out of them. He wanted to stay here forever, wanting to adore her. He took his hands and began to knead the melon closest to him. He was fascinated by the softness and yet the firmness beneath it. He kissed every inch of that breast. He licked up and down it. He ran his tongue from the base to the summit. And then he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, much like a baby trying to draw nourishment from its mother's breast. He massaged that breast, pulling on it, while he took as much into his mouth as he could. He moaned like a baby hungrily sucking with slurping noise. Meena pulled away from him and he groaned. Meena pulled his head toward her other breast. "You wouldn't want to neglect this one, would you?" Meena murmured. He immediately began sucking at the already engorged nipple. Her hands ran through his hair and pulled him even more firmly against her tit pressing his nose deep into the softness. He could feel her breasts all over his face almost suffocating. Now and then he has to stop and surface to take a few breaths before resuming the sucking. Meena was beside herself. She has never been with aroused so much in her life. Meena couldn't believe this. Lex has been a great lover and was always considerate in making sure that she enjoyed as much as he did. But there were certain cultural barriers which limited what they do in their love making. With Roger, she felt that she was out of her restrains and was free of all her hang-ups. It was a sensual experience with a mixture of diverse emotion -- guilt, adventure, fantasy etc. He had spent more than thirty minutes on one breast, until Meena couldn't take it anymore, and she switched him to the other. Meena vividly remembered that the sensation was what it was like when she was nursing her children. He pulled on her tit with his hand, and it felt like he was milking her. Meena loved the sensation. She could feel the puddle of wetness beneath her and knew she was going to come without anyone even touching her pussy. He was going to do it. Her Indian toy-boy was going to make her orgasm just from pulling on her breasts. He switched back and forth, his hands caressing, massaging and milking each tit while his mouth pulled, licked and sucked. "That's right, make mommy feel good. Suck mommy's big tits. Mmmmm... Would you like to stay here and do this all the time for me? Celine won't be happy though. You suck so well. Milk me, boy. Do you like mommy's big tits? You are such a good boy..." Meena kept rambling. She was ecstatic. He loved what she was saying, and they were music to his ears. He wanted to be a baby who suckled and drank mothers' milk. It was probably a hang up he had for his mother? Who knows how the subconscious mind works. And he sucked and milked even more intensely. As she continued to encourage him, his excitement increased and his body twitched as he came, all over the bed, without even touching himself. Meena glanced down as Meena felt his body convulsively jerk and saw the spurts of semen jet out of his cock. That was all it took. Meena felt herself tumble over the edge finally and her whole body spasmed as Meena came, convulsing over and over, her pussy tightening on itself. Meena finally pulled him off of her, by his hair and looked down at her ravaged tits. They were darker and angry looking. Her nipples were huge. She could see scratch and teeth marks all over her boobs; but she never felt any time during the time that he was rough enough to have caused all the scrapes. Thank God they will be gone before Lex come back from his week end. He looked down at his cock, which was still half-hard, and the puddle underneath it. Then he looked at her. She was not going to touch his cock, at least not that day. He did not attempt to touch her pussy either. It was for another day. They were both pleasantly exhausted. Meena pulled his chin so he was looking at her face and pulled him towards her for a long, wet kiss. It was the first time they kissed. It was so passionate. They held each other in a long embrace. They could hear the sound of a car coming through the front. It was Celine coming to pick him up. They quickly got dressed. They did not look at each other. There was no time for it. Meena knew that she will have him any time she wants to. When he was about to leave, she shoved some money into his hands and thanks him for his invaluable help. He tried to give it back. She told him that it will be handy when he sends money back home to help his folks. He was very grateful to her thoughts. They did not show any emotions as they parted company and he got into the car with Celine. The journey home was very quiet. Celine did not try to prise any information out of him and was content to leave him alone, even though she was quite curious to find out what ever happened between them. Indian Servant I know as inexperienced as he was, he will be going for the ultimate goal without any preliminaries. I tried to stimulate me with my finger while he was savouring my nipples going from one to the other. Poor baby! He was really taken by my boobs. I was really glad that he was enjoying it as much I did. I was lying on my back all this time. Then suddenly he got up and climbed in between my legs facing me. How much green he might have been, he knew what he was doing. An animal instinct I guess. I eagerly waited in anticipation as he inserted his penis into my pussy which was moist by then. There was no finesse but at the same time it was not very rough either. He was holding on to his erection with one hand while trying to enter my hole. I gently held it on top of his hand, without taking over from him and guided the head into the pussy hole. His cock was hard and it filled my pussy, stretching it with its girth, and his pubic bone landed hard on my clit. That one thrust, that one deep plunge, is all it took and I screamed with the force of my orgasm. My pussy throbbed in rhythmic contractions around his cock. He could barely hold back as my pussy surrounding his penis was sucking it in a wavelike contraction. My legs were wrapped around him as he kept moving his manhood in and out of my receptive womb. He soon started to moan and groan loudly. So was I. “Oh God. I was coming... I screamed as he shot his warm load into my pussy. It was copious in quantity as I could feel it running all over my legs and on to the bed. I held on to him and kept moving my pelvis deeper and deeper into his, wanting more and more of his penis into me. I was not sure how long it lasted, but finally he rolled over onto his side. I held on to him tightly with our bodies pressed against each other. We were lying like that looking into each other's eyes. Not a word was uttered. There was no need for it any how. We must have dozed off for a few minutes or so. It was a blissful slumber. I suddenly woke up at the feeling of his hand gently twiddling my nipples. I opened my eyes and smiled at him and kissed him on his lips. “I love you honey,” For the first time in my life I said that to a man and by Jove how long I waited to say that to some one and mean it too. “I love you too Celine,” He was quite confident when he said my name. He knew I was his and his only. I put my hand on his penis and gently stroked it. It did not take more than a few minutes for it to come back to life. Instinctively I looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes before the kids will be back from school. I looked at him inquiringly. He got the message. I did not have enough time to teach him about other postures. I rolled over to my back and he climbed again in between my legs. This time my pussy was well lubricated. His penis regained its rocklike hardness, more so than last time. He was lots gentler this time. There was no hurry. It was like heaven. He began with slow thrusts, sliding his cock into my pussy which was very slippery still having residue of his cum from the first time. He gradually increased the pace of the plunge. His balls hitting my pelvis with each thrust. And, suddenly the pace became fast and furious; I screamed with uncontrollable pleasure, as we both climaxed at the same time. Each ejaculating pulse of his cock bounced off a trigger point inside me, causing an equally strong contraction in my pussy. Then the last convulsion of his penis was met by a squeeze of my pussy. A spurt of cum from his cock brought another tide of tightening inside me. This went on for what seems like forever. Then we collapsed on each other, spent and contented.