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My Indian Maid: 7 Months On

It was the middle of July 2008; the monsoon rains were lashing the city as they were most of the country, coming in heavy cascading showers through the days and nights. When the rain stopped, as it did every now and then, the skies were laden with dark black clouds impregnated with water just waiting to be released. If, as on occasion, the sun managed to pierce through this blanket of obscurity, the streets would steam and the air become humid with moisture.

Sunita had now been working for almost seven months with Hjjer and she was immensely happy. She enjoyed her work keeping the house spic and span, she loved cooking for her Sahib whenever he was home to eat, she washed his clothes and ironed them, and she kept him company when he was free. She had also grown to love her master immensely, still unable to come to terms with the perfect gentleman that he was. She thought of the other men that had passed through her life and how they weren't worthy even of being considered a speck of dust on his boots. And to some extent, she thought, he loved her too. He was very nice to her, very caring and showed much concern.

[flashback] She thought lovingly of that one evening more than three months ago when Sunita felt that a certain barrier had been crossed in her relationship with Sahib, her master. For some strange reason a great sense of despondency had overtaken her that day.

The day had started well; it was a weekend, perhaps a Saturday and Sahib had woken up at his usual hour. They had both had a heavy breakfast because on weekends they skipped lunch. Sahib had, as was his wont, asked her to sit at the table and join him for the meal. But, as always, she had smiled and refused. When he had first asked her to dine at the table with her a few days after she started work, she was absolutely shocked. In fact she believed that she had misunderstood the master's words but later realised he was serious. She of course said no, and had maintained that stand ever since.

Firstly, she could not even think of such a social intrusion on an upper class gentleman. Secondly, and this she explained to him, she had to keep getting hot food, particularly the chapattis that he liked so much. He argued but finally gave up, although it didn't stop him from continuing to try and convince her.

So that weekend, after breakfast, Sahib sat on his terrace since it was still very pleasant, the last of the winter season, sipping his beer. She finished some preparations for the evening meal and then went for her weekly hair wash that would take a while, given how long and thick her hair was. She was almost sure that Sahib often stared at her wondrously, as though simply enjoying the beauty of her face. She was also almost certain that on occasion he ogled her, catching glimpses of her cleavage disappearing down her blouse, or the profile of her breast when the saree wasn't appropriately draped. But she did not mind; in fact she enjoyed the fact that Sahib looked at her with what seemed like longing.

When she went in for her bath, she kept thinking these thoughts. As she stripped out of her blouse, saree and petticoat, she wondered why Sahib had not made any overt pass at her as yet. As she took off her brassiere and panties in the bathroom, she looked at her full bodied figure in the full length mirror and thought of him touching her. She knew he would be gentle with her; he would caress her body with no roughness; so why after all these weeks of living together had he not approached her. She thought she would happily have given herself up to him.

As Sunita ran her hands over her breasts, her nipples hardened. She pinched them a little harder and felt them swell to tight knobs on her massive boobs as her aureoles puckered. She ran her hands over her flat stomach and down to the edge of her thick lush pubic overgrowth, twirling the curly strands around her fingers. As she pushed her hands lower still through the forested triangle, the tips of her fingers touched her cunt and she gasped, pushing a little deeper inside till she felt the full wetness of her soaking pussy. She pictured her master standing next to her with his thick penis erect, perhaps nudging against her buttocks, trying to push its way between her thighs.

[further flashback] She had seen him naked the day she started work. Sunita remembered how the door to the apartment had been slightly open and unlocked when she returned from Anu's house with her suitcase of clothes and a bag with some other belongings. When she entered without knocking or ringing the doorbell, Sahib was lying on his bed, unaware of her arrival. Because his head was towards the door, she was not even in his peripheral vision. But as she left her luggage by the door and walked into his bedroom, she saw he was asleep.

It was dark inside and her initial feeling was one of concern for her new master, but as she walked past the doorframe and peered over an obstructing table lamp, concern gave way to disbelief and astonishment. Sahib had his fist gripped around a massive penis, or at least it seemed to be huge. She was mesmerised, unable to take her eyes away from the view. She watched silently and thought that his cock had a tremendous girth; it seemed even his man's fist could barely encircle it. And he was stroking it, moving his hand along the full length of the stiffness, then pushing down all the way to the base revealing a fiery red tip.

As Sunita stared, unable to turn around and leave, Sahib kept rubbing his cock, sometimes cupping his testicles; she saw a finger rub the fine liquid drop of pre-cum around the flaming helmet, unsheathed. Within minutes she felt a burning between her legs and a swelling of her breasts. Involuntarily a hand rose to her boobs, rubbing the nipples through the blouse and bra. Her other hand clutched at the folds of her saree around her cunt; then she lifted the fabric up along her thighs and pushed her hand into her panties. Her fingers struggled past the lush undergrowth of her cunt hair as they dived towards her hot wet hole. She touched her clitoris, now erect and protruding from under its hood, and almost screamed.

She kept rubbing herself, unconsciously maintaining the same rhythm as her master stroking his cock. It seemed he would increase his tempo, taking him to the edge, then slow down and bring his breathing to a more sedate level. She was wondering whom or what he was dreaming of, for she was almost sure he was not awake, at least not wide awake. Every now and then a small groan would escape his lips and she wanted so much to hear that deep rumble against her ear. She finger fucked herself hard as his tempo picked up pace, a scream dying to break out of her mouth but she bit firmly on her lips to keep silent.

Then, abruptly he pulled all the skin down hard to the base of his penis, was absolutely still for half a second, and a colossal amount of semen shot out of the tip of his cock high into the air. That was followed by yet another long rope of cum, and then again, and yet again. She had never seen or even dreamed that a man can spurt so much semen at any one given time. Much of it was now flooding his bare torso, forming thick white pools on his chest and stomach before turning into rivulets that drained over the sides on to the bed sheet he lay on. Her own orgasm was strangely simultaneous; at the exact same moment of her new master's first thick rope of cum, Sunita's pussy contracted into a tight grip around her fingers and she felt her orgiastic release as more liquid flowed from her cunt. Two or three such vaginal contractions later, she hurriedly dropped her saree and tip-toed back to the apartment entrance. Dragging her luggage outside, she silently pushed the door shut and it locked with a gentle click.

She had stood outside, feeling weak at the knees and completely hazy in the head. Sunita stayed in that state of bewilderment for a few minutes before ringing the doorbell and waited for her Sahib to open the door.[further flashback ends]

Now, about four months later, as she stood under the shower in her bathroom, she thought of how flushed Sahib looked when he opened the door. Maybe even a little embarrassed. But she kept her cool, saying sorry if she had disturbed him. But Sahib had said "No, no, you're perfectly on time. Please come in" and he had helped by carrying her suitcase to her new bedroom and actually getting a glass of water for her to drink. "Would you like some hot chai?" he asked, but she had said no. Sunita had started falling in love with her master from the morning of her interview itself, and this episode seven hours later was just another step towards the inevitable.

As the water gushed out of the shower and caressed her body, she remembered in full detail the events of her first day at work with Hjjer. But almost three months later, that fourth Saturday of March when she was recalling that first day, Sunita was sexually turning herself on again. She suddenly realised that Sahib would be waiting for her so she decided to stop her mental manoeuvring and get on with her bath and head-wash. However, her love for Hjjer had grown tremendously and she felt wonderful towards him on that day. So she hurried through her bath and made up her mind to do something special for Sahib.

She decided to wear a pyjama-kurta (pajama and long shirt) set and to let her hair down, literally. Sahib had not seen her in anything but a saree and had always seen her hair neatly tucked into a large bun on her head. After she finished with her bath, she dried herself with one of the large white towels that Sahib had bought for her. As she rubbed herself all over, the roughness of her rub down began to titillate her senses again; her nipples hardened into large protrusions and her breasts ached a little, an ache of longing. She wiped her bushy undergrowth dry but felt the burning within. Looking at herself one last time in the mirror, liking what she saw, she drew on a pair of frilly panties and slipped into her pyjama bottom. Reaching for her brassiere, she suddenly decided against wearing one and slipped into her kurta instead. Then, bunching her long wet hair on top of her head, she wrapped the towel around it and stepped out of the bathroom.

Her master was lolling in his reclining chair with his eyes shut as she walked up to him. She stared down at his handsome face for a while and then asked if he was alright. The sahib's eyes flew open and then, as though awestruck, he just stared at her. Initially Sunita felt a little embarrassed but soon understood that her master was absorbing the sight of her in something other than a saree. She returned to the bathroom to hang up her towel and then walked back to her Sahib. She knew he liked what he saw but she asked him anyway. But he still seemed dumbfounded, a strange look, mesmerised. She had let down her hair so that it now hung in long loose wet strands all the way down to her thighs.

Sahib kept calling her beautiful once he regained his composure, and her love for him overflowed. Then he reached for her hand, holding it very gently for a while, and after a few seconds she felt a slight tug on her wrist; he wanted her to sit next to him on the recliner. She lowered herself, perched tentatively on the chair and immediately felt the heat and electricity from his body. They were touching, albeit with clothing over their skin. It felt warm and comfortable; she wanted more. But then she thought of him as her master, as a man with high social upbringing, the perfect man.

No other man she had met or had an encounter with was a patch on this gorgeously handsome and perfect gentleman. Like flashes of lightening, thoughts of the brief sexual snatches she had in the past with men bolted through her brain. The mutual masturbation with Raja on the train to Delhi two years ago, the stranger on the bus during her first year in the city, the man that assaulted and forced her to give him a blowjob that dark night in the village, even her fantasy men to which she masturbated...; all seemed so insignificant, so small in the brightness of Sahib's aura.

How many of these men, or any man for that matter, would have resisted their basic animal urges with a woman that resided in their house day and night. Sunita was absolutely sure that no man in this position would have left her untouched, unassaulted, and pure for such a long time. Her master was from heaven, and once again she thanked the gods for this blessing. She was beginning to realise that her presence in the house with Hjjer must be a very difficult and frustrating experience for him. She thought that unwittingly, she must be such a tease for him to bear. Even now, dressing for him, letting her hair open like her master wanted, all this must be so difficult for the poor soul.

Her heart felt heavy and a deep sorrow overtook her. She reached for her Sahib's face, gently resting her palm against his cheek. She traced the sharp features of his jaw and chin, felt the stubble of his unshaven face, and a heavy sob escaped from her bosom. Her eyes began to water and the sadness was suddenly overpowering. She started apologising profusely to Sahib, saying sorry but not explaining herself. She only thought of how much she must have stressed her beautiful Sahib; he was too good a man to force himself on her sexually, and she was too stuck in her caste and class consciousness to have ever suggested it despite having wanted to.

But now, her continued apologies and her tears had worried Sahib, and she felt still worse because of that. He sat up and put his feet on the ground, sitting beside her asking what had happened, what had gone wrong. And then he said he was sorry if he had done something bad or something wrong. When he said that, Sunita heaved a huge sob, trying to suppress her tears but she knew she would burst out into a crying fit very soon. Although Sahib was obviously deeply concerned, he even placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke tenderly into her ear; she stood up and rushed into her room. She didn't know how to handle this sudden burst of passionate sentiment, further compounded by her master thinking to take the blame on to himself.

She shut her bedroom door behind her and fell on to her bed, curling herself into a near foetus position, heaves racking her as she tried to slow down her breathing. She loved the man outside the door, the man who had given her everything she ever wanted, the man that looked after her, the man that protected her even from himself. And it had only just struck her how her very existence in his presence was sheer cruelty to the man. And she had left him without explanation. But she couldn't get herself to face him just then. She cried herself out, tiring her brain and her body, and then she slept.

When she awoke a couple of hours later, she washed herself and stepped out of her room, still unsure of what she would tell her master. She recalled that she had blurted out to him something like "You must have a wife", suggesting that his masculine needs and desires must be satisfied. He had apparently abstained from sex ever since she came into the house; no guests, female guests, had stayed overnight although Bahadur had told her that occasionally Annie madam from the hotel would visit. They were good friends, and she had come over on two occasions when Sahib had a small party, but she had not stayed for the night.

Sunita knew that Sahib masturbated, she had seen him that first day when she joined work, and she had noticed the bulge in his pants more than once, but that was no way for a man to live; especially a man so handsome and strong, a man with such a large penis must surely need release. When she came out of her room, she saw the house was empty. Her master had left the house, but the car keys still lay on the table which meant he must have gone for a walk. But she did not know how long ago he left and for how long she would have to wait for his return.

But she didn't have to wait long. Sahib returned within 20 minutes; he asked her how she was feeling, made sure she was well, then told her that he was going in for a shower after which he had a dinner appointment. He told her to eat her supper and not wait up for her since he may be a little late. And with that brief conversation, he went into his bedroom to shower and change. Half an hour later, her master had left the house.

Sunita was strangely disoriented with this turn of events. She felt that Sahib had been polite but distant, and she wondered if he was upset because of her. In fact, she was sure that he was upset because of her but was too fine a person to show any outward signs of anger. She wondered if he was going to have dinner with Annie madam and began to feel oddly jealous of her. Would Sahib spend the night with her or would they have sex. Sunita had seen Annie and knew she was a stunningly beautiful woman, very high class, and gorgeously built with big firm breasts and a narrow waist. The jealousy seemed to amplify with these thoughts.

She also felt a little relief because she hadn't had to explain her behaviour to the master; she didn't know how to tell him that she realised the torture she was putting him through. And she didn't know how to offer herself to him. She wanted to talk to her sister-in-law Anu about the situation but knew Anu's stand; she would not condone these thoughts nor would she offer a way to approach her master's bed. Instead, she busied herself with household chores, ate a little dinner, watched some TV, put out Sahib's night clothes on his bed, left his bedside lamp on, and retired to her room.

Sunita normally didn't, couldn't, sleep till Sahib came home. She watched TV till about 11 o'clock and then went and lay down on her bed without changing her clothes. In a few minutes she had dosed into a fitful and restless sleep, confused dreams of her master, her childhood, her village, swirled in her mind. Much later, some time close to 2:00 in the morning she awoke with a start, hearing a fumbling at the lock to the apartment. She knew immediately Sahib was back and he was probably drunk; unable to find the keyhole because he almost certainly hadn't switched on the landing light. After a few moments, she heard the door open and got out of bed. Although her own bedroom lights were off, she saw her master stumble into the house, push the door shut and stagger into his own room.

She had left the bedside lamp on and now saw him kick his shoes off, pull the shirt off his back, yank out his belt, unbutton his trousers and let it drop to his feet. Sitting on the bed, he struggled to get his feet out of his jeans before walking in his underwear to the bathroom, taking the tracksuit bottom she had left on the bed for him. Sunita crept out of her room and locked the apartment door which Hjjer always ignored to do. Then she hastily checked to make sure that there was drinking water by Sahib's bedside, and quietly went back to her bedroom, leaving the door open slightly. She waited till her master finished brushing his teeth, as he did every night, and then crawl into his bed, leaving the bathroom light on and the door partially ajar. He never bothered to shut his own bedroom door.

Sunita lay back on her bed but was unable to sleep, thoughts of the day going through her mind. Added to her concern for Sahib's lack of sexual release over the months was the new one about the possibility of him being angry with her on account of her behaviour this afternoon. After almost an hour or restless tossing and turning, she got out of bed quite purposefully and walked silently to her master's bedroom.

"Sahib?" she said hesitatingly. Then again, a bit louder, "Sahib?" She called out twice more, louder each time, coming all the way over beside the bed. Then she touched his leg that stuck out from under the covers with a finger, lightly at first and then harder, and we he still didn't respond she lightly shook his knee back and forth. She could smell the alcohol faintly and thought that her master was completely out for the count.
But Sunita knew what she wanted to do and she was fully aware of the risk; she realised this could mean the end of her job and her dreams, the end of any hope for the love she had for Sahib. She took hold of the edge of the covers around his neck and pulled the sheet slowly down to just above his knees. He was sleeping without a top and in his light jogging pants.

Sunita felt her heart beat faster and her mind began to reel; for a fleeting moment she almost panicked but held resolute. If her master woke up now she would probably not know what to say and it would be embarrassing for both of them.

She didn't think about that for too long though; after just a few moments she gingerly touched the front of his sleeping pants. She felt the shape of his testicles and penis resting at an angle against his thigh. She moved her hand over his cock very quietly, touching his pants very lightly in order to make sure he didn't wake up. She rubbed tenderly on his placid penis for a few minutes as she bent over him on the bed. Only after a considerable time did she realise that her master's cock was beginning to swell. She wondered if he was coming out of his comatose state but didn't stop.

When Sahib's cock had grown and was pushing against his pants, she hooked two fingers of each hand around the elastic top and pulled the pyjama downwards till the top of Hjjer's pubic hair was visible. Sunita knelt on the ground and moved her face towards his groin, wanting to smell his manliness. She breathed deeply, savouring the subtlety of the smell, before she pulled the pants still lower. Since Hjjer was lying on his back, she pushed her hand under him and drew the pyjama down from over his buttocks till she had managed to ease it out from under his weight.

Once loosened from the confines, she pulled the pants all the way down to his ankles and eased his feet out of each leg. Hjjer continued to lie quietly with his male genitalia now fully revealed to his house maid. For several moments of silence Sunita just stared at the naked man that lay before her, and he began to wonder if Sahib would now awake. Sunita was kneeling on the side of the bed, dressed in her kurta and pyjama that she had worn the previous day. In the soft light coming into the room from her master's bathroom, Sunita feasted on the vision that she had hungered for all these months.

She looked caringly and fondly at her master's sleeping face, so gentle and kind even as he slept. She saw the broad shoulders above his chest, the slight hair growing on it, the muscles of his abdomen, and the silken threads of hair around the base of his cock, the strong thighs and legs going down to his feet. She drunk it all in like a desert survivor, quenching her enormous thirst. Then she slowly adjusted her position, and her hand came up in front of her as she reached out to touch his penis.

Delicately she touched the middle of his cock, caressing him carefully and lightly so as not to wake him. As as her fingertips continued her tantalizing strokes, she felt her master's cock becoming hard. He was still fast asleep, as she became bolder with her touch. Her warm, probing fingertips slid up and down his cock, and then lightly stroked his balls, then moved back up to the tip. After minutes of this, she felt a slight lubrication at the tip of his penis, and using that now her fingers slid easily over his continually hardening manhood. She felt the soft yet wiry tangle of his pubic hair, herself now drunk on the sensations careening through her body and mind.

As Sunita continued to stroke her Sahib's ever hardening and still thickening staff, his cock suddenly twitched strongly from the touch, and her hand involuntarily jerked back. She looked up into her master's face but he still seemed to be asleep although his breathing sounded a little deeper and heavier. Several moments went by as Sunita kept still, her face still close to Hjjer's penis, her warm breath gently wafting over his groin. Then she raised herself a little off her knees and slid closer to her master, her hair falling on his thigh. She brought her focus back on his cock as she crawled on to the wide bed, curling up next to him. Then she moved her mouth even closer to him; she was almost trance-like now with no control whatsoever over her feelings or actions.

When her lips lightly brushed his cock it was like a lightning bolt going through her, and she couldn't stop herself from letting out a soft moan. She felt her master's body tense in his sleep and she waited a few seconds to determine if he would awaken, but Sahib's breathing remained constant and deep. Her mouth came down and touched him again, lightly, just a taste by a curious young girl. The lips gave way to her tongue and she felt the hardening flesh smooth against her own wetness. Sunita now became confident that Hjjer wasn't going to wake up, so she became bolder. Her warm mouth moved carefully and slowly from one side of his cock to the other, savouring his taste and texture.

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his thickness, then moved to start stroking his balls. Once again Hjjer's cock jumped and throbbed but Sunita didn't stop. She now planted her wet lips around the tip of Sahib's penis, the now fully exposed red helmet slipping past her teeth as she lowered her mouth over his thickness. She moved her tongue in swirls around the tip whenever she pulled back to one end of his cock, then lowered her face down to the hilt, feeling his now fully engorged penis touch the back of her throat. She held that position for what seemed an interminable amount of time, and drew back only when she felt she was choking.

Hjjer's full length was slimy with Sunita's spittle and her fist glided smoothly along the rock hard staff. It was now impossible that her master had not awakened, but yet he revealed no sign that he was aware of her actions. His penis seemed to have a life of its own and Sunita's passionate emotions mingled freely with the physical sensations of her lips and mouth against her master's girth. As she filled her mouth with his manhood, her heart seemed to go out so fully to him, wanting her Sahib to consume her completely.

Without stopping the actions of her mouth on Hjjer's cock, she lowered her hands to the hem of her kurta and pulled it upwards to free her large breasts, exposing them to the slight chill in the room. She raised herself over Sahib's loins and, holding her breasts in her hand, she began rubbing first one nipple against his swollen member, then the other. As her breasts got wet with the spittle from his rod, her own nipples already hard, seemed to stiffen still further. She grabbed both her boobs and pressed them together around Sahib's now steely thickness, moving along its full length till the tip of his cock disappeared into the deep recess of her cleavage.

After a few minutes of this breast stroking, she felt her cunt on fire, wanting desperately to rub herself; she even wondered if she could take off her pyjamas and straddle her master, knowing that the thickness would rip her apart. But instead, leaving her breasts now fully exposed and wet, she moved down the bed and brought her mouth back to Hjjer's manhood. She contemplated what she saw as the perfect example of a virile man. Long muscular limbs, legs apart. Fine black hair covering his legs until the mid thigh, a snail train growing up his abdominal muscles from his pubes. She squeezed his scrotum gently making his penis jerk up every now and again erratically, a wet patch of pre-cum forming at a regular frequency on the tip. Hjjer's breathing remains heavy and she's wtill unsure whether he's awake or not. She fights the temptation to kiss him softly on the lips although she desperately wants to do so.

Sunita is faced suddenly with the realisation that she wants to savour the taste of her master's sperm and in the dark she begins by slowly licking pre-cum off the head of his erect penis. It has an indefinable taste, the smoothness forming a slick over her lips. Her tongue tickles the tip of his phallus in an attempt to tease some more out, her pulse beating wildly at the side of her neck. She feels dizzy and intoxicated.

All of a sudden Sunita felt her Sahib's hand move onto her shoulder. She lay motionless for a second, thinking now that he was awake and she waited for him to say something. Was he going to jump out of bed and push her away? Was he going to roll her over on the bed and take her? Was he going to fuck her like she wanted? Nothing. Half a minute went by and Sahib made no movement; his had remained limp on her covered shoulder. In that fleeting moment, Sunita breathed in his smell and thought it was like something she had never sensed before; like something she wanted so badly that she would die to obtain it.

She quickly pushed him back into her mouth and sucked deeply on him. His hand resting lethargically on the back of her head now while her tongue made circular motions on the base of the head causing pre-cum to flow freely out down over the back of her tongue and throat. She quickly switched lower and began to lick his hairy, taught scrotum. The taste of Hjjer's testicles seemed to have a different and unique taste this drove her wild. All sense had now gone from her mind, she thought of only her master and how desirous she was for him. The most primal and ancient part of her brain had free reign over her.

As Sunita filled her mouth with Hjjer's humungous cock, she thought to herself "Does he know that I want his cum? How have I allowed myself to become so intoxicated by him? The thought of tasting his cum has made me lose control. Why do I want to taste it so badly it hurts? These are questions for which I have no answers. All I know is that I am kissing him passionately between his legs in the darkness of the night. I love him. I want him to know I love him. There is nothing nicer on this planet than having the man you love ejaculate inside you after making love." The thoughts ran rampant through her head in an incomprehensible fashion as she sucked hard on Sahib's penis, no more concerned whether he was awake or not. In fact she was almost sure that he was conscious.

Sunita moved to the bottom of the bed as Sahib's thighs parted in an involuntary reaction to her ministrations. As she did so, she pulled the kurta over her head and let it drop to the floor; her breasts now completely unrestricted fell heavily on Hjjer's thighs. With one hand, she took hold of his testicles and with the other she gripped his rigid phallus, holding it upright as she lowered her mouth over it again. As she raised and lowered her head over his cock, she began to notice a slight rhythmic movement of her master's hips, pushing up into her mouth and then lowering back on to the bed. His hand now rested on top of her head, the pressure only a fraction more than limpness.

Sunita kept sucking and stroking and licking Hjjer's penis and testicles; his shaft was as thick and hard as she had ever felt, his scrotum was a rough puckered leather, his breathing was now deep and noisy. Suddenly, both his hands were on his maidservant's head, gripping Sunita like a vice. She felt his body coil with a mechanical tension; as she raised her eyes to his face, she saw the chords on his neck bulge and his penis hardened even more in her hand.

She knew her master was close to his orgasm as he began to moan and she felt his cock throb. She could feel his balls twitching against her palm and knew that he was about to cum soon. Sunita closed her lips firmly around his cock and tried to draw in as much of his rod as she could. Sahib seemed to be doing the same as he raised his hips and pushed himself deep inside her. Sunita tried to relax her throat and allow his cock to slide as far into her mouth as possible. She felt his cock slide past her lips and teeth and tongue and deep into her throat.

Her master gripped her head hard as he shoved his hips forward into her face and let out a loud but muffled grown as he reached his climax. The heat and viscosity of his cum hitting the back of Sunita's throat made her head swim. One, two, three, four; thick spurts filled her mouth. Five, six seven; she thought of the time she had seen him masturbate and realised that this time there seemed to be far more semen spurting from her master's cock. A small amount ran out the side of her mouth and down his shaft but she swallowed the rest in large gulps before licking the remnants that had escaped her mouth from his shaft.

Sunita swallowed every last drop of semen that had spurted from Hjjer; she felt strangely ecstatic at having done so, as though she had bestowed her master with a tremendously precious gift. She felt his body relax back on to his bed; looking at his face she saw the most beatific expression - a very tiny smile at the corner of his lips and a look of complete relaxation and bliss. She got off the bed, reached for the covers and pulled them over her master; his eyes were still shut and she wanted him to sleep. She had been ministering to him for almost an hour and she didn't know how long he had been awake.

She bent down to pick up her kurta from the floor and as she turned to go back to her room, Sunita felt her master grip her wrist. He had not opened his eyes but had found her hand which she now felt him pulling towards him. She knew what he wanted; she dropped the kurta on the floor again and crawled into bed with her Sahib. She felt small as she lay down next to him, but he raised an arm so she could nestle her head against his neck and shoulder. She turned on her side and laid there, her large breasts flattened against the side of his chest as he bent his arm to draw her closer to him. And then he slept with his new lover. [flashback ends]

All that happened almost two or three months ago. Since then, Sunita thought, their relationship had taken on a new dimension altogether. As the monsoon rain drowned the city outside, she felt comfortable and protected now in the apartment. Sahib was out of town on one of his many overseas trips but was returning at the end of the week. Every time he left, she felt a little piece of him went with her and she counted the days, even the hours, till his return. There were two days left till Friday when he would be back. She smiled to herself, thinking of how joyous his return would be, like they always were.

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May 8, 2018 in blowjob

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