Horny fucking servant Ismail – I
It was heaven. He sunk his Lund (Cock) into the hot, wet, tight cunt of the young girl and pumped away like a madman. The girl’s face danced before him. Twisted in lust filled pleasure as he squeezed and mauled her large breasts, and slammed his monstrous prick into her almost virginal cunt…
Sharmila’s face…Mrs.Khanna’s face… Binna’s face… then Rekha’s… and then Rani’s face… The face changing as he fucked …..Ismail woke up with a start. Someone or something was in his room. Ismail tensed himself and waited. A shadow passed by his bed, a mattress on the floor…
In an instant, he reached out and grabbed at it. His hands quickly fastening around the stunned figure; He pulled the intruder down to the mattress and quickly got astride it. “Ismail” The intruder pleaded “It’s me, Rani” Ismail his hand raised to strike had been poised to deliver a series of hard slaps to the now captured intruder; the voice stopped him …
He reached over and picked up the torch light he kept by his bed for use during the frequent power cuts that plague Delhi in summer. Shinning the light at the face of his captive, he saw at once that it was indeed Rani, the 19 year old daughter of his employer. Getting off her, he stood beside the mattress and switched the single 25v light bulb on, bathing his small servant quarter in a dim yellowish light.
Only then did he notice that in the struggle his Lungi (Knee length sarong) had come off. And that his semi erect 8 inch Lund (Cock) was in plain view of Rani. Rani was looking at it with fascination. Her eyes quickly went to Ismail’s face and then she dropped her gaze as she sat up on the mattress, obviously feeling embarrassed.
Her eyes however, couldn’t resist peeping at his hairless groin and heavy looking prick. Ismail, reached down and taking the single checked cotton sarong in his hands, rapped it around his waist. “Rani “He asked “What is this nonsense? Why are you here?” He quickly checked that the door to the courtyard and the door to the kitchen from his room were clear and then locked them.
The 28 year old Ismail had worked as a servant in Rani’s home since he was 12 years old. One of his uncles had managed to land him the job in Mr. R.K. Khanna’s house, and thus, save him from a life as a factory worker living in a Delhi shanty town. He had watched Rani and her younger sister, Rekha, grow up and was therefore not burdened with a servile attitude towards them.
Rani said nothing. She sat quietly with her head down and waited for Ismail to put his Lungi on. Her gaze darting from the floor to his groin as he wrapped the thin cotton fabric around his waist and locked the doors. How handsome he was. 5ft 9inches tall, fit build, fair and hazel eyed. All her college friends teased her remorselessly about him. Her “Hunk Sex Slave”, her “Home entertainment System”…
How many times had she dreamed of him touching her in that intimate way that actresses and actors touched in Hindi films? The endless fantasies of them dancing and embracing in rain soaked clothing, to the pulsing rhythms of a sexy filmi song. The brief struggle and feel of his hard body astride her had filled her with strange tingling feelings, the sight of his magnificent cock had added to her sexual arousal.
She felt the tell tale wetness of her choot (cunt) and her hard erect nipples against the cotton fabric of her Kamiz. (Long shirt) She had wanted to return some of the secret magazines she had borrowed earlier that day. Those sexy magazines that she had stumbled on by chance while secretly searching his room for those ‘special’ cigarettes. servants all seemed to have….
Ismail watched Rani, his surprise and anger turning to something else… His cock twitched as he looked at her sitting on his bed, the recently interrupted dream again flashed in his mind. Then he saw it, his collection of cheap, badly printed, pirated pornographic magazines, bought off back street hawkers far from the prying eyes of officialdom, strewn over the floor.
The lurid pictures of men and women, fucking, sucking and posing, carpeted the floor of his room. So this was what Rani had been after. He bent down and collected the magazines up and then stood up and asked, “Is this what you wanted?” Rani said nothing. She was caught red handed.
Ismail selected one magazine and tossed the remaining magazines on to the chair beside his bed, flicking through the magazine. He examined the photos of models being fucked, sitting standing, lying down and from behind. On top, below and sideways; So many ways to screw…So many holes to fill… Girls giving blow jobs. Girls with Cocks up their cunts;
Girls with cocks in their butt holes; Girls with one, two or even three cocks filling any and all holes available. He showed Rani the pictures and said “You like seeing people fuck?” “Please,” Rani whispered “Don’t tell Papa”. Ismail looked at the sweet oval face of Rani, her large dark brown eyes filled with heat and fear.
He had often fantasized about her firm well rounded butt under him, his cock imbedded in her juicy choot (cunt) as his lips licked and sucked on her stiff nipples crowning her mango sized breasts Ismail had fucked girls for years, usually servant girls or their mothers. He had fucked them on the very mattress Rani now sat on. Pushed his man meat in to their choots,
(Cunts) gaands (Asses) or mouths with scant regard for their feeble protests at its huge dimensions, and their inability to take it.; In the end they all took it and enjoyed it greatly too. He knew that he was big, because they told him that he was a big man in the Lund department. Long and thick, with a lovely sack of balls swinging below…
Ismail felt his Lund harden and stick straight up, its head tenting his Lungi and making his captive Rani, widen her eyes in shock. He knew the signs. She was hot and wanted some relief. So what if she was his employer’s daughter? She was in his room at night trying to take a porno magazine, wasn’t she? She was a normal 19 year old girl with a choot (pussy) that obviously was itchy.
He didn’t doubt that she fooled around with her college friends. Almost certainly, her fingers teased and toyed with her cunt late at night when the sexual heat was too much to resist. Rani looked up at his face, her breath coming rapidly lust in her eyes. None of the college boys who flirted with her could boast such a display.
She gasped as Ismail tugged his Lungi off and stood naked in front of her, his Prick throbbing and pulsing before her eyes. She now mentally compared the size of his Lund and that of the boys at college, by comparing the tenting that occurred in their trousers while kissing and squeezing her body in parked cars in secluded spots.
Compared to Ismail, they were boys indeed! Ismail moved closer and placed his left hand behind her head; his right hand took his Lund and pointed its head down towards her parted lips. “Chooso!” (Suck) he whispered his voice firm and clear. Rani licked her lips. She had seen it done in magazines and on XXX videos.
Her friends had giggled as they confessed (lied?) about sucking their boyfriends off. Rani gazed with lust on the beautiful 8 inch cock being offered to her. It looked so hot and angry. So red and shinny… She opened her mouth and took it in. it slid over her lips, on to her tongue and stretched her mouth into a large ‘O’.
Sudden fear gripped her as his huge man meat filled her mouth and nudged at her tonsils…She pulled away…or tried to, Ismail’s hands held her head in place. He eased back. Withdrawing his prick slightly and whispering softly for her to calm down. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him and began to suck him.
Her tears were not from pain or even from fear; she was embarrassed about not doing it right. In the videos, it always seemed so easy and satisfying. The men always groaned in pleasure and the girls all seemed in control, milking and sucking the guys until they spilled oceans of sperm into their sucking mouths.
She wanted so badly to do it right. To suck Ismail till he was flooding her mouth with his seed and groaning in pleasure…. Ismail smiled as he watched her suck on his Lund (cock). “Good girl’ He whispered “hold my lund like this”. Taking her hand in his he showed her how to hold his shaft, rub it and squeeze it.
Rani soon realized that this was also a good way to stop too much of his cock being forced down her throat. Her head began to bob up and down as she concentrated on his cock head. Remembering all she had seen in magazines and on video, she put that knowledge to work. Ismail was fighting to control the urge to hold her head and fuck her mouth hard.
Was this the first cock she had sucked? He doubted it; she was sucking him like she knew what she was doing. Ismail felt the sperm building up and knew that he was about to cum. He gently cradled her bobbing head in his hands and stood with his legs slightly apart. His buttocks were clenched tightly together as he fought to hold off his eruption.
Then just as Rani sensed something was about to happen, a hot jet of liquid hit the back of her mouth and slid down her throat. It was followed by another and another until she felt like she would drown. She pulled back and as his prick exited her cum filled mouth, a series of shots hit her face, lips and hair. She instinctively swallowed as she wiped her face with her hand.
Ismail stood panting before her, holding his prick in his hand and tugging the last drops of seed from its head. Rani watched as he wiped his man meat with his lungi and smiled at her. “You like that?” He asked,” Did it taste nice?” Rani nodded. Her mouth was filled with the sweet salty taste of his thick love juice. She had imagined all sorts of things.
It would be anywhere from tasteless to tasting like coffee. She had never thought it would taste so good. Ismail wasn’t finished with Rani yet. Pulling her to her feet, he pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately on the mouth. His tongue forced its way into her mouth as his hands moved over her back and butt.
Rani had French kissed before but Ismail was so much more forceful then she was use to. She felt his hands squeeze her buttocks as he pressed his ram rod straight Lund against her soft belly. Even through the thin fabric of her Kamiz, she could feel the heat of his prick. Her legs were shaking as her choot (pussy) burned with her heat and her heart pounded beneath her firm breasts.
Ismail broke the kiss and spun her around so that her back was towards him. He then pulled her back, hard against him, his throbbing man meat pressed against her well rounded gaand (ass). His hands pressed her stomach and squeezed her breast as his mouth planted kisses on her neck.
His hand had forced its way under her Kamiz and down the front of her Shalwar (baggy trousers); she gasped at the feel of his fingers on her hairless choot. Ismail felt the wet smooth skin of her choot and groaned with lust. He wanted to stick his Lund (cock) deep in to her pussy. His fingers moved expertly down to the hot damp slit of her cunt.
Pressing his fingers between the wet folds of flesh, he located and teased her (Channa) clit until she squirmed. Rani felt like her head would explode. She pressed her hands between her legs on to his active hand and panted as the pressure and pleasure built up. This was so much better then her fingers.
She tensed and felt her choot spasm into orgasm. Her breath caught as the first jolts raced through her body. Ismail felt his fingers being bathed with her hot sticky sex juice. He dug his hand down her Kamiz and squeezed her braless breast mercilessly as he panted into her ear “Cum you bitch!” Suddenly there was a gentle tapping at the kitchen door.
Ismail and Rani tensed and waited. A voice whispered “Ismail, are you awake? Open the door quickly” Ismail hissed “keep quiet!” in to the terrified Rani’s ear and released her; she froze in terror. “One moment Memsahib” He said in a normal voice as he opened the door to the courtyard and pushed Rani out, quickly closing it behind her.
He then opened the other door and stood back to allow Mrs. Khanna, Rani’s mother in Rani quickly ran through the court yard and entered the house through the front door. She sneaked to the kitchen and towards the now closed door leading to Ismail’s room. Putting her ear to the door she strained to hear what was being said in side.
“You harami! (Bastard)” Mrs. Khanna was saying “You behanchord harami! (Sister fucking bastard) Rani broke out in a cold sweat her mother suspected something! “Why have you been wasting your munni (Sperm) masturbating?” Rani heard her mother ask Ismail. “Jaan “(Darling) Ismail replied with a laugh “There is plenty more for your thirsty choot (cunt)”.
“There had better be” Mrs. Khanna replied. Rani knelt just out side the door speechless. Her mother and Ismail were lovers. After the news sank in, Rani gently tried the door, it opened slightly and she was able to peep inside Ismail’s room. In the dim yellow light she saw her respectable, 40 year old mother, on her knees in front of Ismail sucking on his Lund.