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14-07-2014, 03:41 AM
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I didn't dare to look at Bachchu's condition. I guessed that his erection would now be at its peak and he must be close to reaching his orgasm. He might be desperately trying to close his floodgates and prevent any embarrassment in front of me.

Bachchu's oily palm slowly went upslope up to the crest of my ass cheek and then traveled down slope. Just then, there was a ring in our telephone. The cordless handset was within my easy access. Hello, is it Mrs. Bhattacharya? was the question from a female voice. Yes, speaking'' I replied. Bachchu's palm was drying up as he had to oil a large lump of flesh. Just hold the line please. Mr.Rajarshi Bhattacharya is on the line''. Bachchu put some fresh oil on his palm and continued massaging my buttocks. After a momentary pause I could listen to Raja's voice. He just wanted to tell me that he had safely reached his office in Delhi. In the meantime, Bachchu was kneading my oily buttocks from both the sides. Before going off-hook, Raja asked ``had your lunch? Oh, not yet! Aparna-di came to me and I am late for everything. I replied. Raja was understandably in a hurry to finish the call. It was a long-distance call after all and he must be busy with his meeting (or, the sweet-voiced female operator???) It was not possible for him to even wildly guess that I was getting a nude massage from my boy servant and at that very moment, Bachchu's palm was deeply buried inside my ass crack and was trying to locate my ass-hole. He carefully oiled me there too. I felt a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of my body. Along with the pain, there was so much of an illicit pleasure in it! His hand almost touched my pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it.

Thereafter, Bachchu started massaging the backside of my thighs. His fingers then rolled over to the front side of these. He was still not tired, but continued to grow in strength I felt. He went further on my knees, my legs, and my toes and even up to my toenails. I just can't describe how wonderfully he did. You have to imagine that. My entire body was shivering in pleasure - something I had never experienced before. And where was my pain, because of which I had agreed to a massage in the first place? I tried to sense my backache, but believe it or not, I couldn't even feel a trace of it.

I suppose I had already crossed the point where I could tell him to stop for the day. By then, my cunt was feeling restless to accept the strong manhood of my servant, which was harder than a steel rod and was about to explode. I had fully revived my sexual passion and I was desperately waiting for a hard rock like cock to penetrate me with a force. I felt that my heart bit was going to cross all possible limits.

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14-07-2014, 03:42 AM
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After finishing my toes and the nails, Bachchu paused. Both of us were speechless. There was an uneasy calmness, exactly the way it happens before a storm. He hadn't yet massaged my dark hairy triangle and I was in no way prepared to leave that out. Perhaps he too was eagerly waiting for a signal from me. He rubbed his palm again on my nude body, this time moving up and sideways. His palm moved up to my thighbone and his fingers rested on my groin. Was he waiting for me to tell about further massage? I touched his finger and slightly raised the left side of my body, leaning right ways. Still, I was a bit shy about exposing my dark hairy pubic triangle before him. Instead, I dragged his and my hand together and rested them on my bushes. That served two purposes. My hairy triangle was still hidden from his direct view and at the same time, I was getting a manly touch close to my pleasure zone. He must have sensed my wetness there. He was looking so much excited. I sensed his body heat, which was melting more and more cum within me. I turned my body sideways and gave the first frontal view of my naked body from the front. My nipples were still very tight and erect and Bachchu was standing like a vessel containing vigorously boiling water. Being so much excited, he must have forgot that his job was to massage me and stopped moving his hand anywhere else. Also, how could he, because my left hand gripped his palm tightly. I was dying to tell him that I needed a massage in my most sensitive part, but what to tell? I couldn't find a right Bengali term for that region which wouldn't sound vulgar. I tried to use a childish word to pretend a kind of childish innocence in the whole process. Hissi-r jayga ar charpashe ektu kore dibina?(Won't you do it in and around my pee-hole?) my tongue was drying up and my throbbing heart-bit was about to cause a heart attack I felt. With renewed encouragement, Bachchu pressed his palm around my pubic triangle in a bid to massage there. His palm was getting thoroughly soaked with my cunt juice.

Bachchu was standing quite close to me now. I could now touch his manhood. I did. Was I touching a hot iron rod? I couldn't feel the direct heat, as his pyjama's fabric was protecting his cock. I unfastened its string as I myself lay down on my back parting my thighs wide apart. The sliding of his pyjama halted, as its top front portion was unable to slide past his massive erection. I started laughing wildly out of my own excitement as well as the big dirty fun that was involved with it. I gave his pyjama a small jerk and then it fell down, exposing his massive erection. He wasn't wearing anything on the top and so, this made him completely naked. I was amazed by the magnificence of his dark, strong, rustic body of his. His cock head was pink and the overstretched skin on top of it was shining. I sensed he was about to lose his erection because of his nervousness, inexperience and unprepared ness of the situation. I touched him there, as his cock swelled up within seconds under my fist.

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14-07-2014, 03:42 AM
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His fingers went into my cave. His index finger touched my clitoris and I moaned, almost reaching my orgasm. I could smell my own juice and the drops that oozed out of his cock into my palm. With the rustic smell coming out of his naked body, the smell of olive oil from my own naked body and the combined smell of our love juices made the entire environment so seductive!!!

"You have to use this tool to massage me there", I said, tapping his cock gently with my fingers. I was trying to suggest that I couldn’t wait any longer for a coital pleasure. Instead of telling that directly, I tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's a part of the job that he had willingly volunteered.

Masima......sotyi bolchhen?(Madam, is it true?) Bachchu was too excited to express his feelings beyond this.

At this point, I wish to draw an analogy with an approaching storm, as I mentioned before. During the peak summer months in Bengal and in some parts of northern India , late in the afternoon, we find an accumulation of dark rain-bearing clouds in the sky. After a lull, when a mild soothing breeze starts and the trees start dancing, you know that the storm is about to start.

The storm was approaching as Bachchu came on top of me. His cockhead was now resting on my triangle. His body was shivering as he rubbed against my nudity. I grabbed his cock again and moved his organ close to my opening.

"Lower yourself here --ahhhh--- and press ......" I felt the soothing breeze and the dancing of trees as his eager cockhead pierced my wet opening. It was thoroughly wet to guide him deeper and deeper down, up to the end of the tunnel.

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14-07-2014, 03:42 AM
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"Ahhh...Hhhh.....More...deeper...deeper....ahhhh" I cried out, as my boy servant went further and further in. Where was the pain that prevented me from coital relations so long? It was incredible. I revived my passion through an extremely forbidden relationship but it was a naked truth. I was overjoyed. I wanted to cry out, "See Raja, look here, I can do it..". But, it wasn't Raja. It was my twenty-year-old boy servant, with whom I have just started an illicit relationship!

"Now you can start the massage " I said in a naughty manner. I wanted to make the boy understand that fucking is just a part of the massage. I could then feel the trees and the leaves dancing. And there was a storm in no time, as he started the rhythm.

"Ooooohhhhh.....Bachchu. Harder!!! Faster!!! Do it,....., ahhhhhhh, ..."

"Masima, ever since I started working in your house, this was always my dirty wish.ahhhh... I --I never knew --- it would be true some day.. ahhhhhh..", he said while both of us were deep inside our coital pleasure.

There was a storm all around me. A storm that was threatening to blow everything up and it did. I could hear the murmurs of the storm. Everything was deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It ended in rains, as both of us reached our ultimate climax and my cunt got flooded with Bachchu's love juice.

I kissed this young boy before getting out of the bed. He was looking at me with gratitude, as if to say that he had got the best possible reward for the wonderful massage that he had offered to me.

I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the shower on and washed myself all over. I wanted to express my joy. I was humming some tunes that came to me instantly. I again felt horny to think that I have two and a half days more to go. So, when am I going to invite my forbidden lover again? What am I going to do at night? Invite my servant to the bed, which I share with my husband. No,....no way......!!

Then? What am I going to do? I must have him again - that's what my body tried to say with a sense of determination. When? Again in the afternoon? I just can't wait! I tried to impose a self-discipline on me. Not today anymore. Since everything started with the massage, everything should be restricted to massage as well.

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14-07-2014, 03:42 AM
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Second day :

After taking a long, soothing, relaxing bath in the second morning, I stepped out of my bathroom to dry my sexy, wet, nude body off… Then, I searched for my yellow saree and for a matching blouse, which I normally wear, when am I horny. I purposefully didn’t wear any bra or panty. When I reached my bedroom, I found the air with hint of vanilla… soothing music floats from the stereo, old hits of Mohamed Rafi… on the pillow is a rose with a note from bachchu. I picked up the flower and inhaled its perfume, it was mind blowing, I was getting excited to open the note... Good Morning… Take off your clothes… and lay down on your back… I will join you…

I placed the flower and note on the stand, as per instructions, I started to take off my saree and my blouse… and lay back on the bed… I looked around to see him. He was not around… the stain sheets felt cool against my bare skin… I tried to lay my head on top of the pillows and closed my eyes, I tried to imagine, the happenings of yesterdays event… I started to feel my body getting hot and shivering. I started to get wet between my thighs. I let my hands gently run on top of my body. As I do that, I felt my body relax from my own touch….

Suddenly I heard a voice…. “Enjoying madam??” I looked around to find bachchu standing next to my bed with morning coffee… I smiled at him and nodded yes, I was playing back yesterday event in my mind. He smiled at me… I looked into his pyjama… I am sure… he is not wearing anything under that…. Its rock hard… Standing pole… I simply smiled back at him. After tasting my coffee, I found him carrying a bottle of heated body oil, lightly flavored… I asked him, what was that… he simply smiled back…. this I prepared today morning for the massage session, its made of herbal and baby oil, with little perfume in it.. And he started to undress himself and sat next to me, I eyed his cock lying soft and content on his thigh… I run my hand over it, enjoying its feel, its stirs slightly, becoming a bit fuller and thicker at my touch… As I continue to play with his cock… I started to feel the harden beneath my hand…

As I played with his prick, he takes the bottle of oil and turn it upside down over my breasts… he squeeze the bottle, letting a small stream of hot oil run from the spout and onto one of my erect nipples… I inhaled deeply at the intensity of the heat on my bare nipple… he then moved the bottle to the other exposed nipple, leaving a trail of warm oil between them… after covering my breast and nipple with oil, he placed the bottle on the bed side, and start to massage and caress my warm, slippery breasts… his hands glide easily over my skin, he gently rubbed and squeezed my tits… He let my nipples slide between his oily fingers, pulling and tweaking them as he do… I pushed my aroused nipples into his hands.

He leaned down and let his tongue draw circles around my erect nipples… he started sucking and pulling my nipples, his tongue flickers lightly over them, sending sweet currents of arousal to my clit.. I moved my hips slowly as he sucked my nipples… seeing my hip movements, he said, ‘ I think your clit is getting jealous…” I nodded my head silently…

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