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Baat 2002 ki hai jab main school me padhti thi 12th class me. Main itni sundar thi k mummy papa mujhe zyada bahar jaane nahi dete the. School me saara din ladke mujhe taaka karte the. Mujhe bhi apna jism flaunt karna bahot achha lagta tha. School pahoch kar main apni skirt oonchi kar liya karti thi, shirt k upar k 2 button khol leti thi aur safed translucent shirt seedhe bra k upar hi pehenti thi, koi inner nahi. Par main darti bahot thi. Badnaami se aur Maa Baap ki pitai se isliye kisi ladke ko adhik lift nahi deti thi school me. But mujhe ab apna jism kisi ko saunpne ka mann hone laga tha…mujhe budhe gareeb log bahot akarshit karte the..sochti thi k agar unko mujhe chhune mil jaye toh kahiin khushi k maare unko heart hi attack na aa jaye…Bus me travel karte time bhi main kosshish karti thi kisi 45-50 saal k aadmi k bagal me hi baithun…bilkul chipak k…chupke se shirt k button khol liya karti thi taaki wo dekh k tript ho jayein…aur mujhe dekh kar laar tapka rahein..aur tadapte rahein…mujhe bahot maza aata tha…
Mere ghar me 2 naukar the. Vidya, 18 saal ka…use ek raat maine sar me tel lagwaane k bahane apne kamre me bulaya aur apne nagn boobs dikha k paagal bana diya…usne raat bhar mere nipples choose. Main kabhi usko god me leke apna doodh pilati thi..kabhi khadi ho kar, kabhi bagal me lita kar..meri aatma tript ho gayi thi…maine sex nahi kiya uske sath…par uske 7 janam ka sapna pura kar diya….mere bade bade boobs jo uske haathon me nahi aa pa rhe the ko usne raat bhar masla…choosa..kaata bhi…nipples zakhmi ho chuke the subeh tak…..mere doodh k nashe me choor tha wo…bahot maza aya tha us din…par uske baad mujhe ek mature hath chahye tha…mere boobs pakadne k liye…ausr iske liye maine mere dusre Naukar Chandar ko apne jaal me Phansaya…
I knew something was going on between my cook Mira and the 47 year old servant Chandar. Mira was a wheatish complexioned woman in mid 30s. She was married. She was decked up everyday with lipstick and Kajal and many a times I had seen Chandar in the kitchen talking to her softly. They used to laugh a lot and she would always pat his back with her hand every now and then. I wondered what Chandar would do if he knew what this budding flower was planning to make his nights beautiful soon enough. Both my parents were working, my younger sister was staying over at my Mom’s mother’s place for the summers. I was mostly alone with the servants in the house. My gradma sat in her room all day doing her prayers.
I was getting raunchier day by day. I wanted to grab as much attention of Chandar as possible. I started exercising in the morning. I wore my bicycle shorts without panties. Never wore a sports bra to support my huge breasts. I wanted the twins to keep jiggling as much as possible.So, I mostly wore my half-cup under-wired bras with a light coloured shear fabric material T-shirt on top. I knew a little sweat made my t-shirt quite see through. Chandar was around 5ft 6 inches, medium built man. He was dark but had piercing eyes, he mostly wore trousers with tucked in shirt. I know I saw a bump in his trousers all the time he was around me. It was such fun teasing a man of 47 years, almost 30 years older to me.
I tried getting into conversations with him as many times as possible, regarding new flowers for the garden, light and fans, bathroom fittings. He never looked straight into my eyes while talking, he kept his head down. But when I looked away he wouldn’t miss staring at my boobs and legs. He did not know I looked at him only in the reflection of glass window. I saw definite lust in his eyes. I knew he would give a leg just to see me naked once. All these thoughts were so arousing, my pants were so wet most of the time when he was around. Now I noticed him giving less time to Mira in the kitchen and hovering around me with some excuse all the time.
I was going insane now. It was like my head would burst. I wanted him now, so bad. I wanted him to own me. To be the master of my body for a day. I wanted to baby him, the way I did with Vidya in my last episode. That afternoon it was too hot. My parents as usual were not at home. Chandar never used to enter my room without an emergency. I got an idea to bring him to my room coz it was there only were I could make him go insanely horny with my little gestures. I was wearing a royal blue frock which was upto my knee. It had buttons in the front till the stomach and it was Lycra material so it clung snugly around my body. I felt so sexed up all the time.
I wanted to wear revealing clothes as often as possible. It was a slightly deep neck frock and when I went to my room I even unbuttoned a couple of buttons from the top, revealing a small cleavage. I went to the bathroom and ran water from the shower wetting my face and boob part a little, then I broke the shower purposely. I yelled for Chandar. He came running to my room. I called him into the bathroom. He saw me standing there, partly wet with lots of flesh showing from my boobs, I had pulled my frock up also, to show that I did not want to get it wet, my wet thighs were also showing. Chandar got very puzzled I directed him towards the broken shower.
He ran towards it immediately, fixing it. I stood over his head such that if he stands up his head will directly collide with my bust. I was so horny. I just wanted to remove all my clothes then and there only. But I needed to take it slowly. I wanted Chandar to go all sex crazed first. And just as I had panned the moment he stood up, his head bumped onto my breasts and I slipped on to the wet floor intentionally. In the process I managed to break 2 more buttons off my frock’s neck so that more of my milky white boob flesh is up for his view. My frock was now exposing my smooth, slender thighs. I faked fainting. He bent over me, slightly ******* my arms to wake me up. I did not open my eyes.
He then sat there for a while. May be he was feasting on the beautiful sight he was subjected to. I was beautiful. 5 ft 7 inches tall, fair unblemished young skin, big black eyes, rosy pink full lips, black soft curly hair below my waist, young perky huge set of breasts that stood higher than the Eiffel Tower, a tiny little waist, fleshy round butt. I was so sexy that I could myself keep looking at me for hours, what to say about a middle aged man. Then after 4-5 minutes he pulled me up by hand and tried to pick me up. I was moaning with my eyes closed, as if quite hurt in the head. I was giving all my weight on him, and suddenly I felt that he was holding my waist in such a way that partly he was also clutching my right boobs. Oh my God, I was so turned on. He thought that I was unconscious and poor chap was trying to reap as much benefit of the situation as much courage he could muster.
He brought me to the bed and laid me down there. I murmured keeping my eyes closed- “my clothes are wet, I can not wet the bed-sheet. I need to change my clothes”. I sat down faking a pain in the head n back and asked him to open my wardrobe. He opened my wardrobe and handed over my sleeveless black lace nighty as instructed. It was a very short nighty that ended just below my ***. I was not allowed to wear it outside my room or at day time. I was wearing a black lace bra with pink flowers underneath, as usual it was an under-wired push-up kind that barely covered my areola region and a matching black lace thongs. Chandar was leaving when I asked him to stay there. He was all red in face. His eyes were going all red. I asked him, if I hurt him as well, he just moved his head in a no. I told him to bring me a pain-killer. He went out.
I stood up and without closing my door I started undressing slowly, very slowly. I could see his shadow right at the door. He hadn’t left. He wanted to watch me remove my clothes. Facing my door I slowly unbuttoned my royal blue frock, slowly exposing my white fleshy mounds. From the shoulder I dropped it down to the floor. There I was, painfully beautiful in a black lacy bra. My body was like that of a **** star. I was young, my breasts were ripe and oh so plump, 36 DD gravity defying twins. They did not sag, they were high in air and with the help of these under-wired thingys, they stood even higher. I touched my boobs softly cupping them for a few seconds, as if they were hurt too and pressed them a little closing my eyes and opening my beautiful mouth in an – ahhh….I bit my lower lips a little. Then without removing my bra n panties I wore my black spaghetti stripe nighty. I saw Chandar’s shadow vanishing. I sat on the bed and rested my head on the head-board in such a way that my boobs stood a little more higher. Chandan came in with the pain-killer and a glass of water. I could clearly see he had a hard-on.
I asked Chandar what everyone was doing down-stairs. He told me that the cook has left, grandma is in her room and Vidya was out to watch a movie in the theatre nearby. I asked his plan for rest of the day. He said, -“What will I do. I simply sit in my room, or sleep during afternoons. Got nobody to talk to. Sometimes I also go watch a movie, but not today, got pain in my shoulders”. I said -“Oh! it must be because you lifted me. I am sorry. Let me rub some pain relief ointment on your shoulder and back”. Chandar got all red in the face. – “No madam, how can I. If sir found out, I will be fired in a minute”. I laughed at the way he got all worked up. He made such an innocent face. I told him-“Who is gonna tell your sir?He does not need to find out. You serve us everyday, let me return some of those services”. I had mischief in my eyes, he was trying to read my face.
But how could it possibly be, true he must be wondering. Not even in his wildest dreams he could imagine his master’s 18 year old achingly beautiful, buxom daughter to touch him! But here I was, me offering my hands to service him, make him feel out of this world. All in good sweet time. I got up to get the ointment from my drawer and asked him to remove his shirt. He hesitated, I grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it myself saying, – “why are you so embarrassed, haven’t you seen the most of me ever”?He was red faced, totally embarrassed. “Now do as I say”. He was all wide eyed. I told him -“Be frank with me. I always considered you a family member. I also don’t have friends in school.
All the guys are after my body and girls are jealous of me. You know, they make nude pictures of me on the walls in boys toilet and write my name on it. I can not share my pain with anyone”. I sobbed a little. He got all uneasy, I could see he wanted to put his hands on my shoulder to comfort me, but was hesitant. I said-“Anyways, its ok. I just want you to feel at ease with me. The way you would be with your wife, if she was alive”. The expression he had on his face was so arousing. He looked like a small child who had lost his favourite toy and instead now was being rewarded with a room full of the most amazing toys in the world. He was smiling like a child.
I went behind him, sitting so close that my hot breath was falling on his bare back. I started rubbing the ointment on his back, getting closer every second. Now, I was so close that my soft breasts were brushing against his back. Oh, just wondering what this must be doing to his penis was throwing my head for a spin. I kept rubbing his shoulders and brushing my boobs against his bare back for good 15 minutes.
Then I asked-“How are you feeling now”? He turned his head with all red lusty eyes and said -“Its better now, thank you. Do you want a rub as well”?I smiled shyly and nodded. He asked- “Where is it hurting”?I wanted to say down here, pointing at my vagina, and here pointing at my boobs but I innocently directed towards my hip. I asked him-“Please shut the door, the wind that’s coming through is making my pain worse”, what a lusty liar I was. He hurriedly ran to the door and bolted shut it. I lied on my stomach. He came and pulled my black nighty up, exposing my thighs and milky white fleshy round bum.
He pushed the nighty a little more higher to expose my hip completely and started rubbing me there. Ahh, I was so turned on, I am sure he could see that I was wetting me panties. The room was building up with sexual tension. It was so difficult for me to take it this slowly, I just wanted to grab his hair and kiss his mouth wildly. I wanted him to hump me. Then I said-“This is a very expensive imported nighty Chandar, make sure you dont rub any ointment on it. I think he purposely smudged some ointment on it, and said -“I am sorry, your nighty is coming in the way and its very difficult saving it from the ointment”.
I faked a concerned look and said-“Oh no, what should I do, I better remove the nighty as well then”. He grinned and said – “That would be perfection”. I threw a naughty smile at him and got up removing my nighty. My god, I was in this 2 piece flimsy gear so close to a man. My heart was throbbing so loud I am sure he could also hear it. Then I turned around to face him. He was dumb-struck. He was not able to peel his eyes off my chest. My round white mounds of flesh. I made a crying face and said -” My rib cage also is aching, may be because you had held it too tight while lifting me up”. “I will rub ointment there too”, he said licking his dry lips without removing his eyes off my ****. I lied down, he started massaging my ribs, just below my ****. An “ouch” came out of my mouth.
He looked at my face puzzled, both of us were breathing hard. My boobs were going all up and down. We kept looking at each other. Then I sat down with him face to face. I said – “I am feeling a sensation in my panties when you are touching me Chandar, should I see a doctor for this?”, I was playing so innocent. Oh’, he said-“what do you want me to do”, he said with pleading eyes that said-I am hungry for you, let me drink the milk of your huge white breats,and smash them crazy, show me your nipples so I can suckle on them like a maniac, let me rub my penis on your vagina, let me penetrate your virgin *****! I could easily read all that on his face. It was time for me to take charge.
I went closer to him, took both of his hands and put them on my breasts. His head started spinning. He looked like a drunk man, breathing so fast. I asked him to unhook my bra. He did that hurriedly. I stood up. Removed the bra and panty. He could not imagine even in his wildest dreams that he will be able to see such a beauty in his life. I told him-“Chandar, consider me your slave today. Do all that you want to do with me. I am yours, from tip to toe. This body belongs to you at this moment, have me. I want you to ride on me, unsaddled, unbridled. Make love to me, **** me like there is no tomorrow.”
Chandar charged at me like a rapist, only that I had already submitted to him. He removed his clothes in hurry, all the while with his hungry eyes fixated on my bare body. He had such a long and hard penis in contrast to his height. I so wanted to lose my virginity to such a ****. Ahh, we ran towards each other, hugging so tight. His starved mouth all over my body. He brought me to bed. I was lying there. He started with my toe, kissing every inch of my beautiful body. He reached to my so wet ****, I was trembling with pleasure. He rubbed me there softly. Now he was moving up towards his enormous prize, my mountains. He grabbed them, my head was spinning hard. I wanted him to put all of it in his mouth and suck, suck so hard that I cry with pain. He did just that, kept sucking both my boobs in turns, squeezing them simultaneously. Oh my God, I was ******* hot. His entire weight was on me.
His penis rubbing my vagina. Both of us were wet, with his hands still grabbing my boobs, he put his mouth on my luscious pink lips, sucking all the juice, inserting his tongue inside my mouth. It was maddening. I was moaning like crazy. He started fingering me. It was out of this world. I never felt this sexy. My juices kept coming out of my vagina. I shuddered with pleasure as I had my first ******. Then suddenly he rolled over and now I was on top. He made me sit over his abdomen and asked me to pull my hair up. What a sight I must be, he kept looking at me all the more hungry. In that position itself, he grabbed my **** again. Suddenly I felt him lifting me off his abdomen and a huge **** getting inserted in my vagina. My god, it was painfully pleasant. I lost my virginity to my 47 year old servant Chandar. He was my master at this moment.
He could do anything he wanted to with my body. With his member in my hole, he took my right nipples in his mouth, sucking them hardest ever. It was so painful and yet so pleasurable. I could stay in this position for hours and hours. I am sure he also was getting the best sex of his life. ******* the dreamgirl of so many men in our town. Lucky oldman I thought and smiled at my generosity. I climaxed so many times in the process. He came inside me. We got so tired, we stayed in bed. I was so tired I instantly fell asleep. In less than 10 minutes I was again awaken.
He was suckling on my breasts. I told him,-“Chandar, my stomach and vagina are paining because of all the bleeding, I dont think I will be able to do it again”. He said,-“Just let me have your breasts for a while, they are so plump. I could never imagine someone can have breasts like these”. I asked- “Like these, what do you mean”?. he said-“Gitali Madam, you have boobs of an angel. I have seen so many blue films, no girl had such breasts like yours. They are white like milk, soft and bouncy like a ball of wool, your nipples and areola are peach coloured and they are high up in the air. Can anyone imagine in their wildest thoughts of a wretched like me, a middle-aged widower to have access to such angel boobs. You dont give me food ever, just lay there like that, without a thread on your body and let me feast on your beauty”.
His speech turned me on again. I rolled over and now I was on top of him. My boobs were hanging over his face. I started teasing him with my breasts, softly brushing his face with my soft pillows. O my God, had I awaken a sex satan in me. I sat down and took his head in my lap and the way they do with a baby, I breastfed this old servant with my young breasts. My nipples were sore but my sex drive was not satiated yet. I told him- “Keep suckling on my boobs Chandar, you are so poor and innocent. Have me as much as you want”. I grabbed his left hand and put it on my right breasts directing him to squeeze them like a maniac. I was crying with pleasure. My bed-sheet was soaked with my vaginal juices.
I wanted him again inside me. But this time I wanted to try a different position. I stood up and directed him to stand behind me, thrusting my round bums over his crotch, I grabbed his member in my hand and directed it towards my vagina. He was again inside of me, thrusting widely. His hands continuously squeezing my boobs. I turned my head sideways to insert my tongue in his mouth. It was phenomenal. Both of us were shivering with pleasure. Shuddering, we climaxed at the same time.
Still, he wasn’t letting go off me. We came back to bed. He put his head on my chest and stroked I his face. He looked so happy and satisfied. I was happy too, my mission was accomplished. I gave my virginity to a poor old servant. The thought itself was a turn-on. He went to sleep with my red nipple in his mouth, like an infant. I let it be that way. What a day it was. We woke up in the evening, had sex one more time. Then we dressed and went down-stairs. Mira was cooking in the kitchen, he gave a smile to Chandar. He ignored it completely and went outside. I felt a little bad for Mira, but she was married, she did not lose anything. So my guilt did not stay for long.
I had sex with Chandar a couple of more times at nights when there were less people in the house and he could easily sneak into my room. Sometimes just to tease to him, I would call him to my room exposing my boobs out of my bra, and would not let him touch me. It was a torture for him. I loved it. But as days passed I was outgrowing this sexed up phase. I stopped fantasizing about sex. I went away for three years for graduation. Then 2 years back I got married to a very good looking, loving man. I love him a lot. But over the years, sex has gone a little mundane. Regular love making has stopped exciting me.
I am 27 now. Those forbidden relationship thoughts are again cropping up in my head. I am a housewife. Stay home all day, getting bored. Now I excite myself by giving glimpses of my beauty to my milkman, newspaper wala, my next-door 61 years old retired neighbour. I generally wear shorts and t-shirts at home..mostly without a bra. I love wearing shear tops at home without a spaghetti top underneath. My magical under-wired bras do their magic all the time.
My breasts are just the way they were 11 years ago, only a size bigger. I wear 36 E cups now. Everyday my milkman rings my bell to hand me my milk packet, unlike others whose packets he leaves at their doors. I know he does that too get a glimpse of my body. I enjoy it too. I also chit chat with him on occasions when I am more horny. His protruding ***** is so easily visible from his lowers. I love the torture. Same thing I do with my retired neighbour. I call him over for tea in the evening wearing thin saaris and sleeveless blouses. Purposely let my pallu keep falling off my mountains and let the oldman’s eyes to feast on my melons.
As yet I am pretty loyal to my husband. Havent done anything beyond these childish pleasures. I will definitely post if something adventurous happens at my end. Lets see.
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