After we bought a new and bigger house recently,
my wife and I realized
that it was getting a bit difficult for my wife
to manage the entire house
by herself.
As it is my wife had not been very active lately. Although
she had fully recovered from a recent major
cervical surgery, she was often
catching the flu and cold virus leaving her weak
and tired most of the
time. So we decided to hire a domestic help.
We live
slightly off the main locality and the supermarket, pharmacy and
other shops selling trivial but important
day-to-day stuff were about five
miles away.
Since I was using our only car to commute to my workplace, it
often left my wife to walk or to take a cab to
do her essential shopping
during weekdays.
So we ruled out a female servant and opted for someone
who was fit enough to do all these chores
besides the menial job of mowing
the lawn and cleaning the big house.
In
India, even though it is easy to find a servant, to find a really
reliable, trustworthy, loyal and hardworking
servant is often a big task.
We were desolate after seeing so many servants
who didn't really fit in our
requirement.
We felt very fortunate when my mother-in-law told us about
the brother-in-law of her security guard, who
was looking for a job in the
city.
"I have seen him a few times and he looks very innocent and
sincere," she told us while recommending
him. We decided to try him out
and sent for him through my mother-in-law.
When he
arrived in two days time, we were a bit disheartened because of
the way he looked. I mean, looks didn't matter to us but
generally there
was an air of being dirty around him. He was very tall - about 6ft - but
super thin.
His cheeks were hollow and his hair was long and matty like he
hadn't washed or showered for a long time. A pungent, musky odor -
reminding me of stale sweat and urine - floated
around him as he entered
the house.
He folded his geeky and bony hands to greet us and the thick
veins on his hands, arms and neck made me wonder
for a fleeting moment
whether he was strong enough.
Anyway,
to please my wife's mother, we decided to hire him. If he was
not suitable, we decided, we would look for
another servant.
After a
few weeks, we had got used to having Raju - that's what his name
was - around.
He was not excellent but was good enough and did whatever my
wife asked him.
Though his body odor just refused to go (but only I seemed
to notice it whenever I asked my wife about it,
she just shrugged her
shoulders and said that I was being too
sensitive.). Just when everything
was going smoothly, my wife fell sick. The doctor said it was a stronger
virus and she should take complete bed rest for
five days. I took a few
days off work to look after her and instructed
Raju about what medicine to
give her at what time. When she had high fever I would sponge her
forehead
and neck to cool her down. The third day, she was feeling slightly
better
and I decided to go and clear some work.
About
two hours at work, and I got a call from Raju.
He said, "memsahib
got high fever and she is mumbling
incomprehensible things." Worried as I
was, I had an important business proposal to
submit, so I told Raju that I
would not be able to return till late and to go
ahead and sponge her head
and neck with a damp cloth till her temperature
was down. I also told him
to feed her some soup and to give some
paracetamol.
I
finished earlier than I had thought and rushed home. My wife was
resting upstairs in our master bedroom so I went
to have some drink before
heading up.
On the dining table, I saw the empty foil of some medicine and
my head started throbbing with irritation at
Raju. The stupid sod had
given her diazepam instead of paracetamol. Jeez, that was so stupid. But
then, I thought as my head calmed after sipping
a few sips of green tea, it
was better if she could rest and sleeping pills
will definitely help her
sleep soundly.
But four sleeping pills were probably a bit too much, I
sighed and headed upstairs.
I was
about to shout Raju's name when I heard some shuffling and muffled
sounds.
Worried about my wife, I quickened my pace but as I peeked inside,
I stopped dead in my tracks. My wife looked peaceful as she lay on the
bed. But the sight of a nine-inch long and about
four inch-thick brown
uncut cock pistoning in and out of her hairy
cunt defied any peace. The
fat cock belonged to our super skinny servant
Raju and his disgustingly
think naked body was wedged between my sweet wife's
legs and thrusting her
pussy like it was a plastic porno doll. I was disgusted and awed at the
same time.
I quickly retreated so that Raju wouldn't notice me. Then I
walked in from the other guest room, which
shared the bathroom with our
bedroom and sneaked inside through the common
door. My wife's walk-in
wardrobe is attached to our bathroom and I had
no trouble getting inside. I
peeked in at the erotic scene of my innocent
wife's fucking by my servant.
My six-inch cock was rock hard inside my trousers
and I absent-mindedly
rubbed it.
Raju
was now taking the entire length of his nine-inch uncut monster out
of my wife's splashing wet hairy pussy and then
plunging to the hilt again.
His thrusts were slow and pleasurable. Every once in a while my wife
shifted her head and moaned in her drug induced
sleep. Her hand had
involuntarily cupped her massive creamy breasts
and was pinching her own
nipples.
She looked so erotic, just lying on our king-sized bed helplessly
being fucked by her low-class dirty and smelly
servant.
Raju
seemed to be enjoying his fuck adventure.
After fucking her slowly
for 10 minutes, he increased his pace and
started thrusting his fat cock
inside her faster. His long, thick and dark cock was like a
motion-blur in
and out of my wife's pussy. Then suddenly he arched his back and gave out
an animal-like howl as his dirty smelly sperm
erupted from his cock head to
deposit itself in my wife's fertile pussy. Spent after his powerful
orgasm, he collapsed in a thin heap on my wife's
motionless body.
A few
minutes later, he pulled out his deflated but still impressively
thick and long cock out of my wife's pussy and
moving towards her head,
squeezed the base of his fat cock to drip the
remaining of his smelly cum
inside my wife's partially open mouth. She licked her lips in her sleep
and swallowed the thick and salty droplets. After wiping his slimy brown
cock all over her face, Raju, sat down by her
side, still stark naked and
enjoyed his handiwork. Thick cum was seeping slowly from her
brutally
fucked cunt and her face was glazed with clear
precum and sperm and it was
slowly drying to form a thin layer of skin. He grinned satisfactorily and
went down, still naked, his long thick brown
uncut cock swinging aimlessly
between his legs. His large cock looked obscenely large on his
rather
small and skinny frame.
I
slowly came out of the closet and bent down to see up-close what was
the damage done to my innocent wife's
pussy. It looked beaten and bruised.
The pussy lips were puffy and engorged with
blood. Her pussy hole was much
more widened and I could see the pink walls
inside for about an inch or
two. Then there was this steady stream of Raju's
yellowish but thick cum
still seeping out slowly. I still don't know what came over my lustful
horny mind when I extended a finger and inserted
it in my wife's pussy full
of my servant's smelly cum. My finger was instantly sticky with his thick
sperm and as I drew it close to take a whiff, a
small string of semen
expanded from my wife's messy pussy to my
fingers. The thick blobs of
Raju's sperm were indeed much more musky and
pungent smelling than my own
thin body liquids and my lust-induced mind
flicked my tongue to taste it.
It was awful and sinful but I loved it
nonetheless and slowly, to my own
disgust, I bent down and started sucking Raju's
still warm, yellow, sticky
sperm straight from my wife's pounded pussy.
"Seems like you love my smelly sperm," I was shocked into reality
by
these words from Raju. Ashamed at being caught red-handed (or should
I say
sperm-tongued) I turned around speechless to
face Raju's big fat thick
uncut brown cock at my eye level. His virile dirty monster cock was slowly
rising to the occasion and because of the close
proximity to my face, its
wrinkled and still spermy tip rubbed my
lips. The delicious sensations
forced me into submissively opening my mouth to
receive my smelly servant's
cock into my mouth - I could still taste my
wife's familiar pussy juices on
his fuck road as my mouth sank the entire nine
inches (to my own surprise)
down my faggot throat.
Just
then I saw a balding, fat man on about 70 years of age, step inside
from behind Raju. His tobacco stained teeth were spread in an
ear to ear
grin. He
was wearing a security guard's uniform which was perfectly
tailored.
He had unzipped himself and his charcoal black cock was hanging
down because of its heavy weight. His egg-sized hairy balls seem to be
boiling with potent old sperm and a dew drop of
clear precum was about drip
down in my favorite carpet.
"Oh no," I thought as I quickly turned to him and engulfed his
black fat
monster in my now seasoned cocksucking mouth
before the precum landed on my
Persian carpet.
Raju and his security guard uncle spent the next two fours
fucking my mouth and my drugged wife's hairy
pussy. Every time one of them
deposited his potent baby-making sperm load
inside my wife's fertile pussy,
I sucked their smelly cum out with my mouth. That was the least I could do
to avoid an unwanted pregnancy.
Needless to say, Raju has become our permanent domestic help and even
his uncle has joined us as a security guard for
our home. They are
perfectly behaving servant and security guard
but only when my wife is not
unwell...when she falls sick - which we make
sure she does every two weeks
- they both turn into monster beastly
fuckers. And when my wife's is not
sick, my mouth has to be a surrogate pussy to
swallow and digest their
copious smelly amounts of cum.
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