Male Hunting – Part I free porn video

About the author: Hi to all ISS readers, I think you have already enjoyed my story “I Lost My Virginity, Part I & II”. To My new readers, these are all real episodes of my life which commenced at the age of 18. I am Rekha (fake name), now 30 years old, fair complexioned and medium built (5’ 5″, 36-28-36, 56 kg, long black hair up to my buttocks), married for last 8 years (2002) with no children, and a housewife staying in Kolkata. My husband is in Dubai (job) and visits me every year for a few weeks’ vacation.

So I always feel sexual starvation and lonely and whenever I get chances I try my best to fulfill my sexual starvation with other males. And you all know that though it is very difficult to convince a female for sex for a male, but it is nothing for a female to convince a male for sex. I am a M.A., B.T. in English and I give private tuition in English up to Class XII in both ICSE & CBSE streams (I have also had sex with many of my students, I’ll tell you that incest later one by one, swear).

I am staying with my parent-in-laws in their own 2-storey house.  Though I was looked down upon by them till recently for not delivering an ‘heir’ to their family, & they were often hurling abuses at me, my husband was very considerate and supportive of me all through. Four years back, once I became pregnant inadvertently (obviously not from my husband) and had to go to my parents’ house for a month and secretly abort.

The Main Story of this episode:

Subtitle: I hunted my adolescent servant

As for me, I have started my new “encounter” with “Bablu” our 18 year old servant who has come from the village to work with us (for the 1st time in his life he has come to a large city, which I had told your earlier). After a lot of thought I have started putting my plans into action since the last week. As informed you earlier, he looks like young on his age. He is about 5′ 3″ tall, brownish-fair complexion (not too dark) and has nice big eyes. When he was brought by our other maid from her village, the boy had come in shirt & shorts, and had also brought another 2 pairs for his use.

The moment he came, I saw that the 2 pairs he brought with him are old, smelly and dirty, possibly wearing his only ‘best’ pair when he came initially. So I made him throw all this ‘old’ clothes including underwear, and got him two pairs (with elastic around the waist) the same day in the evening from the roadside shops. Purposely I didn’t get him any new underwear, and when he separately asked me, I told him that I will get him one pair which he can wear when he goes out to some official functions, but since he is young he need not wear underwear 24 hours when he is working at home.

I could see a tinge of redness in his face when i said that to him, possibly out of shyness. I have been utilizing him to dust all our rooms and also clean the overhead ceiling fans with the help of the wooden ladder. I had a glimpse of his nice ‘unusual cock’ through his broad shorts (which looked small but extra-ordinarily wide) within 3 days of his joining our house. Last week, when our maid took leave one day, I asked Bablu to wash my blouse, petticoat & inner-wears at my 1st floor-bathroom. I instructed him that since his clothes might get wet, he should lock the bathroom door from inside and take off his clothes while washing.

As our 1st floor common bathroom to you in my earlier email (connected on both sides as an attached bathroom to ‘both’ my bedroom and the guestroom). I had already taken out the white paper attached to the peephole, and had seen his entire activities while washing my clothes, which was very erotic in a way. Let me describe what exactly happened. It was around 11 am with a hot sun beating down and only me and my mother-in-law (MOL)were home, as the ‘maid’ had not come. Both my MOL & myself shared the cooking, and my father-in-law (FOL) had eaten and left for his shop by 10 am.

I had taken a ‘broom’ and cleaned the downstairs ‘drawing room’ and my in-laws bedroom. I didn’t bother to clean my bedroom and guestroom upstairs. Then I shampooed my long hair and had a bath, left my entire petticoat, blouse, bra and panty in the bathroom in the corner. I came to my bedroom, turned on the a/c and wore a fresh nighty& petticoat only and was lying on my bed reading the newspaper. Suddenly I heard the sound of the guest bathroom door being closed. I quickly got up and went to my bathroom door and ‘removed’ the white paper which was inserted in the ‘peephole’ which I had carefully created about 8 years ago, soon after my marriage when I came to this house.

Bablu had entered the bathroom and was watching himself in the mirror. I could clearly see him as the bright sunlight was beaming down the ‘opaque’ glass window which was closed. He looked around for a moment. I quickly ran and locked my bedroom door leading to the balcony, in case my mother-in-law came to my room suddenly (which she rarely does anyway). Bablu watched around and saw the clothes I had kept on one corner to be washed. He walked up to them and brought them and put them on the sink. He checked each one of them separately and took a definite liking to my black satin lacy bra.

Since the previous day we had to attend a marriage ceremony, I had dressed up neatly and had worn a skimpy black satin lacy bra with matching panties (which my husband got for me from Dubai). Bablu looked around the bathroom nervously, then realized that he was alone in the bathroom. However, he soon saw the door leading to my bedroom, came up to it and locked the bolt from inside very softly. Peeping through the door, I realized he was so close to my face, that I thought I could smell his sweaty body. By this time I was 100% sure that he was about to do something naughty, and my heartbeats started increasing and I started getting goose-bumps in my tummy.

Bablu went back to the sink and took of his T-shirt and shorts and kept them neatly on the towel rack. He then picked up the bra and started smelling it while watching himself in the mirror. I could see that slowly his penis started getting a hard and was slightly jumping up on its own. He must have realized that too, since he took his right hand and held his penis while he clutched the bra and started smelling the sweet fragrance of “obsession” perfume (by Calvin Klein) which I had put on the previous evening.

The mesmerizing effect was possibly working wonders on him, and he just sat back at the end of the bathtub smelling the bra and holding his now erect penis with his right hand and stroking it gently. By my guess, it was about 5″ long, but unusually fat for a 18 year old boy (later I have found out that it is 4 inches thick, which is even uncommon in a normal grown up man). The scene had made me horny too and i quickly took off my nighty and petticoat (since I was neither wearing a panty nor a bra, as only me and my MOL were in the house) and became naked and pressed my eyes at the peephole not wanting to miss a minute of what I was seeing.

I had thought that being a village boy, that too only 18 years old, Bablu would be unaware of the pleasures of his body. More so since I had heard that he was the 5th son of his parents, who had 7 sons and 2 daughters. I was amazed when I saw him wrap the bra on his erect penis and stroking it while with his other hand he had taken my used panty and was pressing it against his face. I have this crazy habit from childhood that whenever I dress up to go somewhere and use my perfume, i also spray the same on my tits and pussy, other than my shoulder & behind my ears.

Unknowingly my hand was lowered watching Bablu’s naughtiness and my fingers had started rubbing my pussy lips and clitoris. Then after a few minutes Bablu started tried to locate the pussy spot in my used panty and started ‘kissing’ it while slowly massaging his now fully erect cock covered with my bra cup. Seeing this I was in a frenzy….. but suddenly I realized that my intention is not just to see Bablu like this but ultimately seduce him to become my “slave” as long as he works in our household. Realizing this, I quickly put on my nighty, not bothering to put on my petticoat and tried to open my bathroom door.

When I found it locked I started knocking on it. I peeped and saw Bablu turn red in his face and started uttering “didi, amiapnaarjama-kaporgulodhucchi” (I am washing your clothes). I shouted back, open the door quickly for a moment, as I need something urgently from the bathroom cabinet. I saw he was rushing to wear his T-shirt, and I knew he would next put on his shorts also. Something naughty came to my brain instantly and I said softly (enough for him to hear) that he can open the door immediately and stand behind the door, as

I just need the face cream quickly, and will take only a minute, and he can continue washing after that. Bablu was completely caught between my instructions and his own condition of half-nakedness, and realizing that his job is ‘more important’ to him, he threw my unwashed clothes in a bucket, and came walking towards my bedroom door wearing only his T-shirt. I immediately took my eyes off the peephole and stood straight. He gently opened the door walking backwards along with it trying to avoid disclosing his nakedness.

I walked inside and saw his shorts on the towel rack. I went straight to the cabinet above the sink, opened the latch beside the mirror and opened it slowly. In the reflection of the moving mirror I kept my eyes and saw Bablu with his head facing the floor, tensely looking down at the floor with his cock standing erect parallel to the floor. I took my face cream and Nivea moisturizer and started walking towards the door. I caught the door with my left hand and told

Bablu, I am done here and you can close the door and wash it and ensure that you rub the clothes properly with the “Rin” soap so that the clothes are impeccably clean. By saying this I started pulling the door as if to close it behind me. But I was still inside the bathroom, and Bablu could not see me as he was nervously hiding behind the door as instructed by me. My heart was racing like a horse about to win the “Indian Derby Race” and instead of going to my bedroom, I stood there and closed the door in one motion. Thinking that I was on my way out Bablu raised his head instantly and looked at me while my eyes was fixed at his erect cock.

“What happened Bablu”, I said looking at his hard-on.

“Nothing Didi” he said.

“Then what happened to you and why is this thing so hard and swollen?” I said taking his cock with my left palm and squeezing it a little. Wow, I had never seen a cock like his in my entire life. It was about 5″ long bit the thickness was unbelievable at about 4″ (believe me it’s true). It looked like a “Bonsai” fat totem pole…. unusually wide even for a grown up man.

“I don’t know didi” he said.

“Is it swollen suddenly?” I asked.

“Yes didi, but believe me didi I don’t know how it got hard”… he said somehow trembling, and quivering like a frightened rabbit, since I had encircled his cock in my palm and was holding it and giving it a squeeze.

“Is it paining?” I asked again squeezing it.

“No didi, there is no pain”… he said.

“It has become so hard, how will you soften it Bablu?” I asked.

“Maybe it will become soft on its own” he said.

“No, noBablu, I am worried. I think you need to put some medicine or cream to soften it. Wait, maybe I will give you some Nivea cream and you can apply it gently and it will get softened”.

“Ok didi”.

By saying this I bent and crouched on my toes and kept my face cream near the closed door. I bent towards Bablu and was taking my time deliberately to open the Nivea container. My low cut nightie was away from my chest in that position, and Bablu got a clean view not only of my sexy and large cleavage but of my big 36C tits and nipples hard and erect brushing against my nighty trying to break free.

I opened the Nivea moisturizer and took a big chunk with my index finger and put it on his erect penis. Babludidn’tknow what to do. Though his complexion is not very fair, he is no dark colored either. I could see that his face has gone completely red, his expression was one between “blushing” and “highly erotic sensation”.

“Don’t say anything to Ma (he called my mother-in-law by that name) as she might get very disturbed and thinking that you have been inflicted with some disease, she might send you back to your village, Ok?”

“No, nodidi I won’t say a word, and you also please don’t tell her anything please”.

“No, noBablu, I won’t utter a word to her, but we must get this thing soft soon else everyone will come to know”. By saying this I started applying the Nivea cream on his cock with my right hand, and then told him…

“I am going Bablu, you massage this thing slowly like this from top to bottom and make it soft and then wash the clothes Ok?”.”Yes didi, I will do what you say” he was finally relieved that didi was going.

I stood up, collected my face cream and Nivea and opening the bathroom door I walked into my bedroom and deliberately making a nose I bolted the bathroom door from my bedroom. In one flash I took off my nightie, standing bare naked and put my eye to the peephole again.

Now Bablu convinced that I won’t come again, literally ran to the bucket, took out my satin bra and put it in his mouth started smelling and kissing it while he vigorously massaged the cream I had applied on his erect cock. I realized what enjoyment he must be having, since a minute ago he had seen my bare tits inside my nighty and now he was smelling the same bra which were holding these breasts till a few hours ago. It possibly felt to him, that fondling my bra was just the same of fondling my boobs. Thinking this he started masturbating hard for the next 4/5 minutes, which to me was like eternity.

I also inserted two fingers inside my naked pussy and started masturbating while standing near the bathroom door transfixed to the peeping hole seeing Bablu’s activities. Bablu reached his climax after 5 minutes and holding my bra-cup open with his left hand, he held his erect cock with his right hand, closed his eyes and let all his juices eject on of my bra-cup. I too could not stop my emotions and seeing Bablu squirt his ejaculation on my bra cup, I too shuddered and let my juices flow all over my hand with drops falling near the door.

I saw Bablu leave his cock and fondle my bra and taking the other bra-cup he joined both together and rubbed his sperm into both cups of my bra. It was, as if I had told him to rub and clean my bra with his ‘sperm’ and not with the “Rin soap”. I was astonished at this naughty nature of Bablu, coming from a village at the age of 18. I knew although comparatively innocent from a “city boy” this 18 year old had a perverted/ fantasizing mind of his own.

I knew then and there that I am going to take my time “seducing” this boy slowly and enjoying and savoring every moment of the “seduction”. I wiped myself clean with a hand towel and made it a point to wipe the drops of my love-juice from the door-side. I put on a fresh cotton bra from the drawer and dressed myself with my petticoat and nighty. Since I was feeling relieved, relaxed but also slightly tired at my orgasm, I drank a glass of cold water from my small bedroom fridge and walked and stood by the peeping hole again.

I saw that now Bablu was completely naked and was vigorously rubbing my petticoat with the “Rin soap” and I could hear the bucket was getting filled with water from the tap.

His penis had softened and was dangling over his large balls. Wanting to embarrass and confuse him a little more, I opened the bathroom door lock from my side in one swift motion and walked inside. Alarmed Bablu who was totally naked and crouching on his toes fell backwards on his bums with his feet raised towards me.

“I just came to see if ‘that thing’ has softened’, I said.

Before he could answer I bent down took his penis in my hand and said, “Babbabanchagelo. Ekhon sob theekhoyegaeche cream maalishkorey” (OhhGosh ! Now everything seems to be alright after massaging with the cream).

“Yes didi, thanks to you since you saved my job today. If Ma had seen this then thinking that i have some disease, she would have sent me home to my village. And I don’t want to go to my village, I want to stay with you”.

Yes Bablu you can stay with me. I will go out today and buy you 2/3 underwear which you can wear so that no one can notice if this “thing” again gets hard, but you have to promise me one thing…….”.Anything you say I will promise didi. I swear to God and I give my own mother’s “dibbi” (promise). From now on you have to promise me that whenever your ‘thing’ gets hard you will straight come to me and tell me, so that I will give you some cream which you can apply and make it soft ok?”

Yes didi, I give you ‘teen dibbi” (3 times promise)” All this while talking to him, i had his soft penis in my hand, pressing it occasionally. I could sense it was beginning to slightly swell and get hard again, so I let it go and left the bathroom. That very same day I went out and bought him 3 underwear. Initially although i was against it, but seeing his large erection, I thought if ever he gets one in front of my MOL or the other maidservant, then he will be in a problem.

Moreover, now that I have started seducing him, sooner or later I will definitely make him a “slave” to my sexual fantasies, and thus taking a risk without underwear is not worth taking. Then a couple of days passed and just yesterday, I took Bablu in the afternoon and went to my classmate’s house who is married and stays in the other part of the city. We went by bus and as usual, at least 2 people were rubbing their hands on my buttocks (which I allowed them to do, without raising an alarm), until one got bolder and raising his palm he pressed my boobs twice.

First time accidentally, and second time he kept his hand there for a few seconds and squeezed them gently. But since my bus-stop to my friends house had come, I had to get down without allowing it to go any further. But an “unexpected” miracle/opportunity God gave me yesterday also. While I was leaving my friends house, my sandal got caught in the door mattress and i stumbled and fell. Although not serious I got little twitch in my ankle. My friend immediately sprayed a little “Volini” (Diclofenac) pain reliever before we left her house.

However, in the bus, the idea came to my head that I can use this ‘little accident’ to my advantage on my return to home. Since the “accident” happened in front of Bablu who was present there with me, I was sure that he will repeat the incident to my MOL when we get home. And exactly as I thought, Bablu made it a big issue on his return home, and described the incident in detail to my MOL. She was very worried, but i assured her that it will be ok, as I will rub some pain reliever ointment for 2 days and it will be ok in no time.

My FOL on hearing of the incident from my MOL wanted me to immediate have an X-ray taken for fracture, but I told him that we can watch for a day or two, and if I had a fracture I would not be able to walk and come back from my friend’s house in a bus on my own with Bablu. My MOL. still worried instructed Bablu to rub some ointment on my ankle after dinner before going to bed and told him to carry his “madur” (roll-able thin mattress in which people sleep in the villages) and sleep in the 1st floor balcony next to my room, in case

I need something at night. She also told me that for 2 days I should not go up & down the stairs too much and should take rest as much as possible. If necessary she will send my food upstairs also. I told her, that decision we can take the next day seeing my condition overnight. After dinner, I slowly walked up the stairs (slightly pretending my pain) and my MOL told Bablu to help me, but I declined and went up on my own. I could overhear my MOL again instructing Bablu that she will give some ‘special oil’ which he should carefully rub on my ankle at night.

Bablu sleeps in the kitchen in the ground-floor, but just like an obedient servant he came up to my room after he finished his work and knocked lightly at my door. Looking at the clock I saw it was nearly 11 pm and I was watching TV lying down on my bed when he entered with a little bowl in which my MOL had warmed mustard oil with a few pieces of garlic in it. It is a traditional recipe used for relieving muscular/joint pain in rural Bengal. MY bedroom and my MOL’s bedroom is connected with an intercom which my husband had got from Dubai and got it installed a few years back.

The moment Bablu entered, I heard the intercom buzz, and my MOL told me from the other end that she had sent some oil which Bablu will rub on my ankle, and instructed me how to get it massaged by him, and to call her anytime of the night in case the pain increases. She also reminded me that Bablu has been instructed to sleep in the balcony on the 1st floor, and in any emergency I should call him. I assured her that everything will be fine, but she insisted and told me not to argue and listen to what she is saying.

Taking her cue, I decided to put my plan to work. I got up from the bed and limped to the bathroom un-necessarily but caught my waist and pretended that I was having a severe back pain apart from my ankle. It was so awkward for me to ‘pretend’ walking that way, since I had to project to Bablu that I had pain ‘both’ in my ankle as well as my ‘lower back’. It felt strange walking that way, but I could see the concern and tension in Bablu’s eyes when he saw me waling like that. He kept the bowl on the bedside table and came running to me and said,

“Didi should I hold you? You will fall down walking like this”

“No Bablu, I am all right. It’s just that initially I didn’t feel it, but now as time is going by I am also feeling an acute pain on my backside”

“Don’t worry didi I will massage the oil Ma gave me and you will definitely feel better”

“I hope so Bablu”, saying this I went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I took off my bra and panty, and i was clad just in my petticoat and nighty. I was tempted to take off my petticoat also, but better sense prevailed since, otherwise I could not get Babluto massage my back by lifting my nightie without my petticoat. So the petticoat was a necessity.

I took a light “musk scented” doe-spray from my bathroom cabinet and sprayed it on my body. I straightened my hair, put very light make-up on to look sexier and came back to the room after a few minutes. Again I walked slowly and Bablu came running to me to help me walk. As my bed was in the other side of our huge bedroom, Bablu told me to catch him lest I stumble. I put my left arm around his broad shoulders and really leaned on him giving maximum pressure.

My firm but voluptuous left breast was brushing against his face, as Bablu also put his right hand around my waist and literally took all the pressure of my left side. It was a situation where, other than my right feet, Bablu was my defector left feet. We reached the bed, but before I lay down, I went to the CD rack next to my bed and selected a very soft gentle instrumental album and put it into my music system. Then I asked him to help me go near the corner of the room near the window sill (which was closed as the a/c was running) and after lighting, I placed 2 scented ‘agarbatti’s’ (incense stick) on it.

I quickly reviewed the situation in my mind, lest I forget anything, then satisfied that all preparations were perfect, I turned off the TV and switched on the green night light and finally laid down on one side of the bed. The cool room filled with the aroma of the scented sticks, coupled with the soft instrumental music and the green night light, the atmosphere was both intoxicating and exotic. I asked him to apply the oil lightly and massage my ankle. He nervously lifted my petticoat and nighty slightly and started massaging me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his soft hands massaging my ankle.

I was lying right at the edge of the bed and he was at my arm’s length. I pulled my petticoat up to my knees and asked him to rub some oil on my knees also as I didn’t tell about the pains in all places to my MOL as she will be unnecessary worried.. I made him promise to me that he should also NOT tell my MOL about the pain in my knees and back, as then she will put a “restriction” on my movements, and I have students to teach and also have to go out once in a while. I convinced him that if he gives me massages twice daily, once in the afternoon and once after dinner, then i should be up and running in a few days.

Totally convinced with my argument about his playing the doctor’s role, he continued the massage to my knees. I guided his hand to rub my knees in a circular motion, which he was doing eagerly and ever so gently. The feeling was just exquisite. Blood was just rushing all through my veins in fast-forward mode, and I could even feel a drop of sweat accumulating in my temple just fantasizing what I was about to do with the innocent Bablu (my ‘would-be’ 14-year old ‘living’ sex toy in the near future).

I closed my eyes and started pressing his hands harder to teach him the pressure he needs to put, while at the same time moaning “umm”, “uuussssshhhhh” quietly but enough for him to hear and get excited. Then I again covered his left palm with mine and without raising my petticoat any further ‘guided’ his hand a little higher on my thighs. The touch of my bare soft thighs on his palms, the rubbing of the petticoat against the back of his palms, the dimly lit room filled with the aromatic smell and soft instrumental music made his body tighten up and he was trying to withhold something with his teeth biting his lips. I saw his expression with the corner of my eyes and knew that he was starting to get an erection.

I quickly took the opportunity and while he kept on massaging, I asked him:”Bablu did you have that ‘thing’ getting hard again since that day when you washed my clothes?”

“No didi, I never felt that in the last few days.”

“Good, but are you wearing the underwear regularly? We don’t want anyone to see in case it becomes hard again na? Then thinking you have a disease which is becoming regular, Ma will come to know and send you back”. “No, nodidi, I don’t want to go back in the village now. I am very comfortable with you here. And they don’t have electricity most of the time and it is so hot”.

“You like working for us Bablu in this house”. “Yes didi, i like it here, except that Babu (my FOL) scolds me sometimes if I get the wrong things from the market. I tell him to write it down to show to the shop keeper, but he tells me to memorize what he says, and sometimes I bring the wrong thing and he gets angry and scolds me. But I like working for you didi. I am ready to do anything you say, you are so nice to me.”

“Hmmmm”, I said, then asked, “Do you wear your underwear even while sleeping at night?”

“Yes didi, I never take it off, just change every day while taking bath in the afternoon.”

“Are you wearing it now also Bablu?”

“Yes didi”.

“No, noBablu, one shouldn’t wear ‘tight’ things while resting. It’s injurious to health. The blood circulation needs to be restored properly, that’s why you will see Babu wearing his pajama at night with just a vest, and even we take out innerwear during bedtime”.

I didn’t have to explain him much since he had already felt the softness of my breasts on his cheek while he was helping me walk from the bathroom. He quickly agreed to my advice and said “Ok didi, while going to sleep I will open my underwear and keep it under my pillow, and wear it again when I get up in the morning”.

“Yes that’s what you should do Bablu, the longer the body is relieved from the tight dresses that we wear, the quicker it rejuvenates itself and the better we feel.”

“Ok” he said.

“Now go downstairs and get me 2 pieces of cloves (lobongo) from the kitchen shelf and check whether Ma is still watching TV or gone to sleep? And when you come upstairs give your body some rest by taking off your underwear and keeping it under your pillow in the balcony, OK? I told you na before, you don’t have to feel shy in front of me, alright?”

“OK didi”, saying this he left the room.

I quickly tried to gather my thoughts as to what needs to be done next and how I should go about it. Should I take him straight tonight and go all the way, as I felt he was ready for it, or should I continue teasing him and arousing him till his body begs for it? Although he knew how to masturbate from his village days, I was not sure by his innocence as to whether he knew about sex. He might be acting but I knew that he could not bluff me for long and would get caught sooner than laterBut the way he quivered when he touched my bare thighs, I was 90% sure that he was touching a girl in that area for the very 1st time, else his body would not have tensed up so much. Unable to get any firm clues from my 6th sense, I knew I had to coerce him into massaging my lower back, and hence I sat up and separated my nighty from the petticoat and raised it to my tummy. I then laid back in the same position that I was before and raised the petticoat just above my knee, the way Bablu had left me before going downstairs and was lost in my thoughts again.

In the dim light I could see the door opening slightly and he was entering the room. Suddenly I realized that it was about 5 minutes since he had gone and I quickly placed my right hand on my forehead covering my eyes and pretended to sleep. I could clearly see now that Bablu came up to me and said “Didi I have brought your cloves” and with his outstretched hand he offered me the same. Not getting any answer he called once again, but finding no answer he stood by the bedside. Now his eyes getting accustomed to the dim light he kept staring at my bare legs.

In the back drop of the navy blue bed sheet and my black petticoat, my fairness stood out and he started enjoying the spectacle of a matured beautiful lady sleeping in front of him, with the dress tossed up and the petticoat raised to the knees. From underneath my covered hands I could see his every expression although he could not see my eyes and thought that I had suddenly fallen asleep. I could see him getting aroused again as he lowered his left hand and scratched his penis from above his shorts. I moved a little and tried to turn sideways and moaned making ‘a cry of pain’ and placed my left hand to my back. Bablu removed his hand from his shorts and said “didi take the cloves”.

Keeping my right hand above my eyes to avoid eye contact, I took the cloves from his hand and put them in my mouth and asked him if my MOL was watching TV. He said that they had gone to sleep as he saw their room closed and lights were turned off. I was now sure that out of anxiety my MOL will not come upstairs tonight to check on me. But to be extra cautious I told Bablu to go and close the door near the staircase which leads downstairs and then come and massage my knees again.

While he went to close the staircase door, I readjusted my nightie by pulling it slightly upwards on my tummy in the front, leaving about 4 inches near my navel area for him to see. Then I placed my left hand right at the edge of the bed and started heavy and deep breathing. It was just like a person snoring without making any sounds from his mouth or nostrils. Bablu came back and sat near my bed, and thinking that I have dozed off again he called me and asked “Didi should I start the ‘maalish’ now?” Not getting any answer, he obeyed my last instructions and placed his tender hands gently on my left knee and started rubbing the same in circular motion as

I had taught him earlier. My eyes were wide opened and I could see his every move although there was no chance for him to know that I was awake. He started the massage slowly then increased the pressure as I had taught him. My breathing grew heavier and he slowly moved his hands upwards a little under my petticoat and reached my bare thighs where he was pressing with utmost care not to awake me. I could sense that after sometime he was trying to inch his hands a little more, and looked at my hand-covered face trying to gauge my reaction.

As his hand reached slightly higher than before I slowly let out a “sound” of pleasure, giving him enough hint that I was enjoying the massage. He started pressing my thighs and went on giving my sleepy “moans of approval”. This continued for about 3 or 4 minutes and time seemed to have come to a standstill. The fragrance of the incense sticks coupled with the instrumental music on the CD was creating a perfect erotic atmosphere in my mind. I put my left hand over my petticoat and caught his hand and guided it slightly higher.

He pushed himself closer to the bed as his hands were getting outstretched from where he was sitting. He was like 6 or 7 inches away from my pussy and his body froze again, I could see it from below my hand. He continued moving his hands from the knee up to the thighs pressing my “painful area”. I wanted desperately to know if he had removed his underwear before coming to my room as I had instructed him. There was only one way to find out while I was pretending to be asleep. Letting out deep moans I started a very light snoring noise and at the same time let my left hand fall to the floor beside the bed.

He continued his massage and after a while I shifted my body in one motion by lifting my right leg bent from the knee and moving my left hand and placing it on Bablu’s thighs. Both the movements made him sit upright and my hand inadvertently (deliberately from my side) landed on top of his crotch. I could feel it medium hard and realized that he had taken his underwear off. At this point I started my “low encouraging moans” again while he was massaging my thighs.

Then I saw him slowly trying to get up on his knees with one leg (left leg) and bend forward trying to sneak a peek at my pussy from my raised petticoat. He slowly pushed his right hand outwards from my thighs so that the petticoat gap widened and a gaping triangular space was created for him to peep in. He was literally trembling and it is very difficult for me to describe his emotions and sensations in words, although I was having a clear look at him with my eyes open.

At that point I thought it prudent to proceed further with my plans. So I put my feet down and turned on my right side. Acting sleepy I asked him to come up on the bed and sit in front of me. Bablu obeyed immediately. I opened my eyes raised my nighty further above my tummy and placed his left hand on my bare waist and told him to massage there gently with some oil. He went back and fetched the bowl of oil and sat again positioning himself right in front of my midriff in a “frog-like” position.

Here I must explain the way many village youngsters sit in Bengal. Like a gymnast, they sit on their buttocks but put both legs forward and bend their knees and put their foot backwards. It’s quite similar to the “W” position, where the top angle is their buttocks and the bottom 2 angles are both their knees. He took some oil in one hand and rubbed it in both his palms then proceeded to apply it on my waist. After he started doing it, I said “apply it a little lower Bablu”.

I was surprised to hear the soft tone of my own voice which was “gentle (like a mother putting her baby to sleep) and “sexy” (like a lover asking her beloved to go on further). He tried to go further down but the petticoat strap was hindering his movement. He didn’t have the courage to ask me to loosen the “nada” (strap), and was trying in vain to reach lower through the tightness of my petticoat.

I realized this and lifted my hand and opened the knot of my petticoat and loosened it, thereby touching his right knee which was more or less touching my tummy. His left knee was right in front of my forehead, and my face was staring directly at his shorts which had already started to take a “tent” like shape and bulging upwards. Since he was sitting so close to me in the “w” position, Bablu had no chance to make eye-contact with me unless he went backwards and lowered his face.

I took his wrists and with the help of his own hands I lowered the petticoat from my waist about 10 inches so that he could have a clear view of my 38″ perfectly round ‘milky-white’ buttocks in all its glory. “Bablu, take the oil in both palms and massage all round this dear. The pain is the maximum here …….” (taking his left hand I moved it all around my left buttock) and ” …here” (taking his right hand I guided it towards my left thigh thereby lifting my petticoat from my left knee and baring my full left thigh”.

What Bablu was seeing was the petticoat taking the shape of a woman’s panty at the waistline with a bare left buttock and the full-length of the bare left thighs of a gorgeous, beautiful and sexy 30 year old horny woman?

“Take the oil liberally and apply on both the places Bablu, Ok?”

“Ok didi” he said.

“I am feeling pain but also sleepy Bablu, so if I go to sleep you continue the massage for half an hour and then go to sleep in the balcony, OK?”.

“All rightdidi”.

“Remember Bablu, once I go to sleep, if anyone carries me to another room, I will not know and will not even feel anything.

So don’t wait for my instructions, just massage me for about 30 minutes and then go to sleep”, I lied.

“Sure didi” he replied.

“But if you feel tired or sleepy you can go earlier than 30 minutes also.”

“No didi I am not sleepy now. And I ‘never’ get tired doing your work ever didi” he said. (I noticed that he put extra emphasis on the word “never”).

“You want didi to get well soon na?” I asked.

“Yes didi, you become well fast.

If I have to give you massage whole night for that, I will do that for you. And tomorrow I will do all the house work also. And Ma and Babu will never know that I did not sleep the whole night.”

“No, noBablu you don’t have to do that long.One needs to massage for half-an-hour to one-hour and it takes minimum 3 days for the pain to subside.”

“OK didi”.

Saying this I folded by both hands at the elbows and brought it in front of my chest. Since his left knee was touching my forehead I lowered myself a little and placed my face directly in front of his bulging cock covered by his shorts. While he applied oil liberally at my buttocks with both hands in circular motions, I placed my left hand at Bablu’s inner “iliac joint” (junction of waist and upper thigh) and showed him that I have the pain there also.

This was just about 3 to 4 inches away from my pussy lips, but since in the dimly lit room he could not see anything, nor did he have to face my eyes, he placed his left palm there and tried to massage the place. “Do it like this Bablu” saying this I took my left hand inside his shorts and with my thumb I massaged his ‘iliac joint’ to show him the way to do it. He followed similarly with his thumb on my ‘iliac’ and started massaging me there.

I left my hand inside his shorts and since I was all huddled up between his both knees spread wide apart, I placed my right hand on his left thigh. A perfect comfortable posture to sleep I thought. The touch of my soft hands on his bare left thighs made him more aroused and his cock was getting fully erect now. “I am feeling sleepy now Bablu” saying this I loosened my hands as if i have no control on them and started making heavy breathing sounds followed by soft ‘snoring’ sounds.

“Achhadidi. You go to sleep now and when I fall asleep I will stop, Ok?”

“Ok Bablu……” my voice faded away in the darkness of the room. I am sure if anyone made a video in this position with “night vision” lights with a close-up view, any viewer would have a hard time controlling their climax, it was so intimate & ‘innocently’ erotic. He massaged my buttocks and iliac-joint with both hands for some time, then with his left thumb he started rubbing my inner-iliac and he lowered his right hand and started massaging my thigh. His hand was going up and down from my knees right up my thigh.

Doing this his erection started gaining momentum and soon his 5″ cock was trying to burst out of his shorts due to his tight sitting position. Noticing that I was asleep and not trying to disturb me, he brought his right hand and adjusted his cock from the middle and released it towards his right side of his shorts. Now he was in a fix, as his erect cock was brushing against my palm which was placed there motionless.

He tried to slightly shift his sitting position by moving his buttocks and my left palm just fell over his hard erect cock. In my motionless deep sleep (pretending) my palm engulfed his dick at the base and the “cock-tip” veered out of his shorts staring at my face just 3 inches away. In the dimly lit room I could just see something shining, later realizing that it a 18-year old pre-cum which was reflecting the green night light.

I let my hand just hold his cock inside Bablu’s shorts without any movement. His rubbing my inner iliac-joint with one thumb coupled with his rubbing my bare inner thigh skin inches away from my pussy with the other hand made him so horny that each passing moment I could see a steady flow of his pre-cum oozing from his penis-hole. He called out my name softly a few times just to check if I am in deep sleep. Not getting any answer he made a last attempt in pressing my thigh pretty hard expecting me to scold him for his lapse.

But since he saw no change in my posture, he finally resigned to the fact that I am lost in my deep sleep for the night. All the while I kept enjoying his every move expecting him to take the lead, so that any tabooed action might be used against him in future by me. As you are aware from my past episodes, it is in my nature to ‘initiate’ a seduction once I identify my ‘target’, but then I go as far as to arouse them to a ‘point of no return’, without being amply evident (acting innocently). Then I let them take the lead in their own sweet way, so that I may later ‘threaten politely’ to blackmail them of taking advantage of me at my vulnerable situation.

This is one thing that stimulates me to the “height of ecstasy” as a woman (although I cannot vouch for other women, since I have never had the courage to discuss my ‘self initiated’ accidental ‘encounters’ with any of my close classmates with whom I keep in touch regularly). Although with many I have exchanged our sexual behavior and fantasies, they have been mainly restricted to their husbands and chance ‘infidelity’ once in a while. I never wanted to disclose my sexual hunger or ‘perverted fantasies’ which I am giving shape in reality slow but steadily with each passing day.

And at 30, I am convinced that I still have 15/20 years to go to fulfill all my sexual fantasies to the last imaginable situations. Being fully convinced of my deep sleep, Bablu lowered his right hand keeping it on his shorts and covered my palm which had his cock base surrounded by my fingers. Now he started pressing my hands which in turn pressed his cock and started to move it forward and backward in slow masturbating motions. Then he took his hands off and went back to rubbing my thighs, but this time

I noticed that his rubbing was going further up trying to reach my vagina, which by now was also fully wet from my own pre-cum. Somehow I felt that I needed to ‘taste’ his pre-cum and I was not sure if ever any woman before me had taken his penis in her mouth. But since I did not want to make it evident, I let my palm be motionless once again. I knew that sooner or later Bablu will again reach below and guide my hand to give him a hand-job. I waited for the next opportunity with a clear plan in my mind.

Sure enough, Bablu lowered his hand again and pressed his cock with my palms and the instant he guided my hand forward on his cock, I pulled it hard slightly forward towards my face, making him feel that he had done it by mistake in his excitement, and in the same instant I parted my lips and moved it forward about 2 inches so that his penis-head with his oozing pre-cum was inserted about 1 inch inside my open mouth.

Wow, what excitement and nervousness for both of us. I was nervous myself because of my guilty conscious and he was nervous thinking that he might lose his job for his boldness in doing what he did. He sat there motionless stopping his thumb massage as well as pressing my palms. Possibly he was praying to his Almighty to ensure that I do not get up from my deep sleep. To make him feel at ease I let out a short moan and immediately started my heavy deep breathing, this time a little louder.

Assured that his ‘didi’ was still sleeping and thanking God for saving him from getting caught he was now in two minds as to what he should do. Whether to carry on the massage or just sit there quietly. However realizing that he had to obey my instructions for 30 minute massage, he started rubbing his thumbs on the uppermost thigh-waist and crossed his right hand over his left and softly placed it on my nighty above the breast. Seeing no reaction from me he pressed a little and then when he was convinced that “my sleep” was very deep,

He gathered his confidence and slid his right hand softly inside the nighty and covered my left breast with his hands and started squeezing them gently. I was already aroused and with his cock inserted slightly in my open mouth I could not just lay there doing nothing. Slowly I started making “ummmmmmmm” sounds with my nose and closed my already wet lips on his 4 inch thick wide cock. I took my tongue and initially licked his cock-head and then in one swift motion

I squeezed it dry and swallowed whatever pre-cum had oozed out into my mouth. Then as if in a stance, I started sucking his cock, my left hand clutching the base as before. Suddenly I heard a giggle and realized Bablu talking to himself “Didi is dreaming possibly thinking that she has bought a sweet ‘lollipop’ from the shop”. His ignorance and innocence really aroused my desire.

By this time he also was experiencing heightened excitement and fully convinced that I was a “deep sleeper” he took his left hand away from rubbing my “iliac joint” and placed it behind my head and placing his palms on my hair he started thrusting his cock into my mouth harder while pressing my breasts and nipple. I noticed that in a few minutes he started making sounds “oooooooohaaaaaaahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiishaaaah” and realized that he was on the brink of reaching his orgasm. I released his cock and encircled his waist with my left hand while sucking his cock harder, all the while licking the tip of the cock with my tongue. Suddenly I felt his body jerk and stiffen as he reached his orgasm.

He started ejaculating his semen inside my mouth and I pressed his cock firmly with my lips, afraid that his fluids might fall on my bed sheet. It seemed hours and his spasms were still continuing and he was still ejecting his last drops of semen inside my mouth. The feeling was so intense that I also reached my climax and started ejecting my juices all over my thighs. I wanted to touch my own pussy to enjoy the experience, but better sense prevailed. Bablu also had finished his ejaculation and I pulled my lips all the way up to the tip of his cock and swallowed every last drop of his semen that was inside my mouth. Then I laid still and relaxed.

Now Bablu was also feeling sleepy and i could see him turning his head from the corner of my eyes as he tried to see the clock placed on the wall behind him in the green night light. Seeing that 30 minutes was long over he was deciding how to get up without waking me. He took my left hand slowly and released it from his waist, then like an ‘intelligent’ boy he caught my petticoat and lowered it as far as it would go covering my legs. Then he slowly went backwards from his “frog-like” ‘w’ shaped sitting position and brought my pillow just near my head. With his one hand he lifted my head and with the other he pulled the pillow beneath it and placed my head on it.

Taking the bowl of oil that my MOL had given him, he got down from the bed and placed the bowl on the bedside table. Looking at me for the last time in appreciation of what I had just done to him in my “dreams”, he quietly opened the door and left the room to go and sleep in the balcony. Reader, I am planning to repeat the same massaging game tonight, but have not decided how to fuck him, since

I do not want him to know in any way that I am a party to his “secret games”. Rather I want him to reach a point where I catch him red-handed (maybe wake up suddenly and making him feel guilty) and then using ‘soft blackmail’ I wish to make him my sex-slave. Dear readers I’ll conclude of this story in the part-II, please patiently wait for a while. You can put comment about this story at I’ll try to serve the following parts of this story as soon as possible, bye.