Servant Makes My Housewife Mom His Sex Slave
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I am my master's sex toy. Let me tell you my story...
I was a little orphan girl growing up as a servant in a rich landlord's family. I had been abandoned as an infant on his doorstep.
His son Bhatt was 5 years old, his daughter Swapna was 3 years old. She had the best things that money could buy. I got her hand me downs, broken toys, ate leftovers and slept in a small room in the basement. I did odd jobs around the house and got additional tasks as I grew older. Though I was sent to school until the 10th grade, I was being well trained to be a good servant girl.
Bhatt and Swapna were always mean. They made fun of me when their rich friends were around and made me do aimless chores like cleaning their shoes every day. The teasing got worse after my breasts started growing. At first, I didn't want to grow breasts. I hated them. My used clothes were often too small for me, since Swapna was nearly flat-chested. I had huge nipples too and they stuck out, calling attention to them.
One day, when I was in the sixth grade, Bhatt wanted me to clean his room. When I went there, he locked the door, unbuttoned my shirt, started sucking and biting my breasts. I tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. Just then, we heard his dad calling him, to ask if he filled up the tank after borrowing the car. He let me go. My shirt had 2 wet spots over my tits, you could see the dark areolas. I tried to avoid being alone with him. He seemed to have a sadistic streak. He continued to torment me. He pinched my nipples when no one was around. He did that often and they hurt a lot. Sometimes, he put clothespins on them. When I said "Please don't do this, it hurts", he just laughed.
One night, I was going to have a bath after a hard day's work. The bathroom was also in the basement, nobody else used it. I had taken off all my clothes except my panties which still covered my smooth, hairless mound. My nipples hurt. I couldn't forget the pleasant sensations in my breasts when he sucked them. It felt good when I rubbed my nipples. I longed to have a warm, wet mouth over my tits, sucking them. I cupped both my breasts in my hands and massaged them.
I heard a noise outside the door and realized that I forgot to lock it. It was cracked open. Bhatt had been watching me. I was too stunned to say anything, he came in. I tried to cover myself up, but he was too strong for me and pried my hands away. I was pushed against the wall. He started slapping and mashing my breasts. I was terrified and started crying.
He unzipped his pants and took his thing out. I had never seen one before. He yanked my hair and forced me to my knees. He put his thing near my mouth and said "Take in your mouth, bitch." He pulled my hair until I opened my mouth. He said "Suck it bitch. Suck it like a popsicle." He pushed my head down on and started r****g me my small virgin mouth. I could hear him grunting and moaning, while I gasped for air. He thrust into my mouth harder and harder until a white, sticky, salty liquid came out of his thing. He said "Swallow it bitch or you will be sorry." Finally, he left. I had cum dripping from my mouth. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day, I still had teeth marks on my breasts and my jaws were sore.
I liked the landlord's chauffeur, a nice young, good-looking man. Sometimes, I caught him looking at me. I day dreamed that he would fall in love with me and ask me to marry him. But, after Bhatt took away my innocence, I was filled with shame and regret. I felt used, defiled, unworthy of a man's love. I could no longer look at the chauffeur or talk to him. When Bhatt came to me that night, I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. He grunted and groaned with pleasure and filled my mouth with cum.
He continued to visit me from time to time in the night after everyone had gone to sleep and I was forced to lick and suck him until he fired his salty load down my throat. He would kick me if I didn't open my mouth. Sometimes after he was done, he kicked me for no reason, and said "You are just a servant, bitch. You should always please your master." I tried to please him with my mouth, so he wouldn't ask for more. Perhaps his snotty girlfriend satisfied him in other ways. He told me I was a very good cocksucker. I had to do this for more than a year, until he went away to college and was home only for the holidays.
If I told anyone, would they have believed a poor servant girl? I would have been kicked out of the house with no money and nowhere to go.
Swapna's family had a tradition of having arranged marriages when girls turned 18, so they can breed many c***dren. They found a rich boy and paid him a lot of money to marry her, as was custom. My landlady told me that I would accompany her daughter to her husband's house and help her. I was part of the dowry, given away like a material thing.
The bridegroom was a tall, muscular man with golden-brown skin, dark hair and sparkling eyes. He looked very handsome in his silk clothes. Swapna wore an expensive and colorful sari. I looked very pretty in my dress. There were so many guests, it looked like the rich landlord had invited the entire village. As I watched their grand wedding, I hoped for a similar fairytale ending. After the wedding reception, I accompanied Swapna to her husband's place. His house was bigger than the landlord's.
The bride was still a virgin, having been raised by conservative parents. I had overheard the landlady telling her that it would hurt the 1st time. I was assigned the task of setting up her marriage bed. I decorated the room with candles, lit incense sticks and spread rose petals everywhere. My room was in the back of the house, the door didn't have a lock. It wasn't too far away from their bedroom. The bride waited with a veil over her face. Her husband was drinking with his friends. After the guests and servants had left, he entered their bedroom.
The house was quiet, and I could hear most of what was happening. I imagined what I couldn't hear. I was tempted to sneak up and peep in through a window. He removed her veil. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and kissed her on the lips. He removed her colorful sari. She was dressed only in her skirt and short top with the stomach and navel showing. He kissed her on her belly button and took off the rest of her clothes. She was wearing black lingerie.
He unhooked her bra and freed her small, tender breasts. He coaxed her to lie down on her back. He gave her a warm kiss and drove his tongue deep in her mouth. He held her breasts in his hand and massaged them. He put his warm mouth on her tits and tenderly sucked them. She moaned with pleasure.
Now, he took off his clothes. She could see his hard penis sticking out at her. It was the first time she had seen a naked man. She didn't know it would look so big and was scared, just as I had been, when I first saw one. He asked her to kiss his cock and lick it, she refused. He took her panties off and exposed her mound. He rubbed her thighs and the soft, warm flesh between them. Then he spread her legs, put his finger on her clitoris, and played with her until she was ready and wet with desire. He got on top of her and aimed his cockhead at her slit. She said, "Please be gentle. It seems too big." He said "I won't hurt you." He eased into her gently. She cried out softly. The bride was deflowered, her virginity taken by her husband. He kept pumping into her, in and out, slowly fucking her. He was a good lover. Soon I heard her cries of pleasure "Please don't stop. It feels so good." After a few minutes, he came in her cunt with a loud, satisfied grunt. I felt the pulsing between my thighs. I squeezed my legs together and moved my hips. It didnt help. I imagined that he was making love to me. I put my fingers on my clit and rubbed myself. My young pussy was wet, it felt so good.
I was a little orphan girl growing up as a servant in a rich landlord's family. I had been abandoned as an infant on his doorstep.
His son Bhatt was 5 years old, his daughter Swapna was 3 years old. She had the best things that money could buy. I got her hand me downs, broken toys, ate leftovers and slept in a small room in the basement. I did odd jobs around the house and got additional tasks as I grew older. Though I was sent to school until the 10th grade, I was being well trained to be a good servant girl.
Bhatt and Swapna were always mean. They made fun of me when their rich friends were around and made me do aimless chores like cleaning their shoes every day. The teasing got worse after my breasts started growing. At first, I didn't want to grow breasts. I hated them. My used clothes were often too small for me, since Swapna was nearly flat-chested. I had huge nipples too and they stuck out, calling attention to them.
One day, when I was in the sixth grade, Bhatt wanted me to clean his room. When I went there, he locked the door, unbuttoned my shirt, started sucking and biting my breasts. I tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. Just then, we heard his dad calling him, to ask if he filled up the tank after borrowing the car. He let me go. My shirt had 2 wet spots over my tits, you could see the dark areolas. I tried to avoid being alone with him. He seemed to have a sadistic streak. He continued to torment me. He pinched my nipples when no one was around. He did that often and they hurt a lot. Sometimes, he put clothespins on them. When I said "Please don't do this, it hurts", he just laughed.
One night, I was going to have a bath after a hard day's work. The bathroom was also in the basement, nobody else used it. I had taken off all my clothes except my panties which still covered my smooth, hairless mound. My nipples hurt. I couldn't forget the pleasant sensations in my breasts when he sucked them. It felt good when I rubbed my nipples. I longed to have a warm, wet mouth over my tits, sucking them. I cupped both my breasts in my hands and massaged them.
I heard a noise outside the door and realized that I forgot to lock it. It was cracked open. Bhatt had been watching me. I was too stunned to say anything, he came in. I tried to cover myself up, but he was too strong for me and pried my hands away. I was pushed against the wall. He started slapping and mashing my breasts. I was terrified and started crying.
He unzipped his pants and took his thing out. I had never seen one before. He yanked my hair and forced me to my knees. He put his thing near my mouth and said "Take in your mouth, bitch." He pulled my hair until I opened my mouth. He said "Suck it bitch. Suck it like a popsicle." He pushed my head down on and started r****g me my small virgin mouth. I could hear him grunting and moaning, while I gasped for air. He thrust into my mouth harder and harder until a white, sticky, salty liquid came out of his thing. He said "Swallow it bitch or you will be sorry." Finally, he left. I had cum dripping from my mouth. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day, I still had teeth marks on my breasts and my jaws were sore.
I liked the landlord's chauffeur, a nice young, good-looking man. Sometimes, I caught him looking at me. I day dreamed that he would fall in love with me and ask me to marry him. But, after Bhatt took away my innocence, I was filled with shame and regret. I felt used, defiled, unworthy of a man's love. I could no longer look at the chauffeur or talk to him. When Bhatt came to me that night, I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. He grunted and groaned with pleasure and filled my mouth with cum.
He continued to visit me from time to time in the night after everyone had gone to sleep and I was forced to lick and suck him until he fired his salty load down my throat. He would kick me if I didn't open my mouth. Sometimes after he was done, he kicked me for no reason, and said "You are just a servant, bitch. You should always please your master." I tried to please him with my mouth, so he wouldn't ask for more. Perhaps his snotty girlfriend satisfied him in other ways. He told me I was a very good cocksucker. I had to do this for more than a year, until he went away to college and was home only for the holidays.
If I told anyone, would they have believed a poor servant girl? I would have been kicked out of the house with no money and nowhere to go.
Swapna's family had a tradition of having arranged marriages when girls turned 18, so they can breed many c***dren. They found a rich boy and paid him a lot of money to marry her, as was custom. My landlady told me that I would accompany her daughter to her husband's house and help her. I was part of the dowry, given away like a material thing.
The bridegroom was a tall, muscular man with golden-brown skin, dark hair and sparkling eyes. He looked very handsome in his silk clothes. Swapna wore an expensive and colorful sari. I looked very pretty in my dress. There were so many guests, it looked like the rich landlord had invited the entire village. As I watched their grand wedding, I hoped for a similar fairytale ending. After the wedding reception, I accompanied Swapna to her husband's place. His house was bigger than the landlord's.
The bride was still a virgin, having been raised by conservative parents. I had overheard the landlady telling her that it would hurt the 1st time. I was assigned the task of setting up her marriage bed. I decorated the room with candles, lit incense sticks and spread rose petals everywhere. My room was in the back of the house, the door didn't have a lock. It wasn't too far away from their bedroom. The bride waited with a veil over her face. Her husband was drinking with his friends. After the guests and servants had left, he entered their bedroom.
The house was quiet, and I could hear most of what was happening. I imagined what I couldn't hear. I was tempted to sneak up and peep in through a window. He removed her veil. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and kissed her on the lips. He removed her colorful sari. She was dressed only in her skirt and short top with the stomach and navel showing. He kissed her on her belly button and took off the rest of her clothes. She was wearing black lingerie.
He unhooked her bra and freed her small, tender breasts. He coaxed her to lie down on her back. He gave her a warm kiss and drove his tongue deep in her mouth. He held her breasts in his hand and massaged them. He put his warm mouth on her tits and tenderly sucked them. She moaned with pleasure.
Now, he took off his clothes. She could see his hard penis sticking out at her. It was the first time she had seen a naked man. She didn't know it would look so big and was scared, just as I had been, when I first saw one. He asked her to kiss his cock and lick it, she refused. He took her panties off and exposed her mound. He rubbed her thighs and the soft, warm flesh between them. Then he spread her legs, put his finger on her clitoris, and played with her until she was ready and wet with desire. He got on top of her and aimed his cockhead at her slit. She said, "Please be gentle. It seems too big." He said "I won't hurt you." He eased into her gently. She cried out softly. The bride was deflowered, her virginity taken by her husband. He kept pumping into her, in and out, slowly fucking her. He was a good lover. Soon I heard her cries of pleasure "Please don't stop. It feels so good." After a few minutes, he came in her cunt with a loud, satisfied grunt. I felt the pulsing between my thighs. I squeezed my legs together and moved my hips. It didnt help. I imagined that he was making love to me. I put my fingers on my clit and rubbed myself. My young pussy was wet, it felt so good.
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