By : Jamesh8080
This is a not true story and its fiction. It was just an imagination of me and my friend. My name is Prerna and I am a rich married housewife aged 42. I stay in a multi storied building with my husband and two kids. My husband is always busy earning money and so I am left bored. He never has any time for me and when he returns from work he is usually so tired that he falls asleep soon.
When we married, we had sex regularly but now it’s just once a month routine. He cannot satisfy my physical needs anymore. Even that one time when we make love, both of us do not enjoy it anymore. We do it just to prove to each other that we are married. Well, so about five years back from now when I was 37, I decided to look out for sex. I was just interested in sex with no emotional involvements.
But it wasn’t easy. My first attention was to my husbands friends. But since most of them were married, I thought it was better to leave them out. I then diverted my attention to neighbors but again it was too dangerous lest my hubby comes to know. Some of my relatives like my jijus were handsome young men but then again I thought it was better not to target them.
So my search ended with no results. I took refuge in masturbation. I had bought myself some dildos and vibrators on my many visits abroad which I started to put to good use, fantasizing about all the hot men out there. My hubby s friends, relatives, neighbors, film actor’s even strangers, etc. So here I was a rich housewife who was to the world a sati savitri, but deep inside a slut for hot young
Men, someone who use to masturbate everyday fantasizing dirty things. I dare not show this side of my nature to anyone not even my husband. I usually wore sarees that reveal some of the mid portion of my body with my big round navel always exposed. While at home, when I was entering the lift I found myself surrounded by three servants who worked for different people in the building. I felt uneasy inside the lift.
Suddenly there was power-failure and it was completely dark inside the small lift. I was standing at the front part of the lift and the three servants were behind me. Involuntarily I murmured “Oh Fuck. I didn’t think anybody in the lift understood its meaning though everybody must have heard it because of the silence. Then it happened. I suddenly felt a single hand on my buttocks. It was light touch first.
I dared not shout; in fear that the other two servants may join him so I just stayed quiet, hoping that the security guards will soon put the generator on so that the lift may start again. Then that hand started roving around feeling the softness of my butt. Thans! I was wearing my panties that day. But the man had no shame whatsoever. He started with the other hand too. With one of his hands he started exploring my ass crack.
I was wearing a saree and it was difficult for him to access my ass crack. He proceeded to knead with both hands and took a handful of the fatty flesh of my butts. He then pulled the plastic band of my panties from the thigh part. I could not take it anymore and so I shouted, ‘ Kya ho raha heaa yeh security guards generator kyon nahin chala rahe hea. I thought that this may fear away the servant who was molesting me in the dark.
He removed both his hands for about few seconds but again he started doing obscene things.
Suddenly I felt one of his hands on my hand pulling my hand behind me. That bastard had the guts to put my hands on his throbbing big hot cock. He made me hold it and then forcibly held my hand. He then started jerking his cock. I had for the first time in my life held such a big fat hard and hot cock.
So I was in a twin shocked¦ one, of the reality that this guy had the nerves to take my hand and put inside his lungi and force me to masturbate him and second of holding such a big fat cock. I tried to pull my hands away but he was way too powerful for me. I could feel the sweat of his cock and his hand on my hand. With a few jerks I could feel the tip of his cock oozing out with pre-cum.
Well after a few jerks he released my hand but to my surprise I continued to masturbate him forgetting that he had released me. Maybe I was shocked and forgot what I was doing or did not want to release such a powerful tool. Oh what an idiot I was. I immediately released it and brought my hand back. Then for a few seconds nothing happened, maybe that Haraami servant expected that the lights might be on any moment.
Soon the lift started and it seemed as if nothing ever had happened. I looked behind wanting to see who had the guts to act in such filthy behavior. I was angry and embarrassed. But all I could see were three indifferent faces. I looked for about few seconds but my floor had come and so I had to come out. I felt so helpless that I could not even identify the culprit servant who did all this.
I opened my flat with the keys I was carrying in my purse and locked myself inside the flat. I took a big sigh and started crying. I felt the wetness on my right hand which had held his cock a few seconds before. The second cock I had ever held in my life. I brought my hand to smell it. Oh it was awful. His cock sweat and his cock pre-cum mixed with his own hand sweat.
I immediately went to the bathroom to wash it all away. I was angry. How could he do that to me? Me. I was the wife of one of the richest industrialist of the city. I moved around amongst page 3 parties. I was well known amongst the richest section of the Society. The celebrity knew me. How did he have the guts to molest my butt? And to make me hold his dirty smelly wet cock. Oh.
I thought of telling my husband and getting him arrested on charges of molesting and attempting to. Whatever, I will not spare that bastard. I thought of killing him. I was still crying and washed my hand thoroughly with the soap. Then I looked myself in the bathroom mirror. Oh why did this happen to me. How can that bastard do this to me? Saala haraami son of a bitch I shouted fuck, fuck fuck. I opened my saree and then my blouse.
Thankfully he had not felt my tits. I stood there for a while watching myself in the mirror. I felt like a dirty whore. I needed a bath immediately and I removed my bra. What I saw in the mirror amazed me. My nipples were erect. I could not believe my eyes. How could this happen? It was not possible that of all women in the world I would have enjoyed it. I pinched them trying to soften them but it became harder. I pinched again and suddenly I felt a tinge of enjoyment.
Did I enjoy this molestation? No not possible. It cannot be. I immediately removed my petticoat and then I saw, to my horror. Did I enjoy this molestation? No not possible. It cannot be. I immediately removed my petticoat and then I saw, to my horror that my white panties were wet. I pulled down my panties and fingered my chut. It was fully wet with the excretion of my sex juices.
I could not believe myself. Was I a slut in the deepest core of my heart? Are there two sides to my personality? How could I be so angry and excited at the same time? Gosh I felt the need to take a bath but also the need to masturbate. I could still feel his hands roving around my fleshy ass. I looked myself in mirror again. I saw a hot lady with a figure of 36 30 and 38. I was 37 years old but still had a good figure and nice smooth fair skin.
I immediately opened the small almirah of the bathroom where I hid my dildoes and vibrators. I always used the brown dildo but never ever did I use the black one. The black one came free with the brown one, and since I always fantasized brown men I used the brown dildo the black one. I did not know why for the first time I took out the black dildo.
Tore open the packet as it was still sealed. I took it out and put it in my mouth as to suck it deep. It had a strange smell maybe because of being unused for two to three years. But still I wanted to suck deep as if it was the same cock I touched minutes before. Gosh! I could not believe myself. All I knew was that at that moment I wanted it.
I sucked hungrily for a while and then I let the black dildo roam around my body. I rubbed my tits and then my hard and erect nipples with it. I took some more saliva on the dildo and then again rubbed my nipples with it. Oh I was in heaven. Then I felt my bellybutton with it and then slowly took it down to my chut. I inserted the fat black dildo inside my pussy slowly fearing it will not go inside easily.
But my pussy was wet with my sex liquids and it slided inside. I started fucking my chut with the dildo and yes I imagined that it was the same cock which I had felt minutes before. I fantasized about that dirty dick and I shouted in Hindi abusive and filthy words. Oh oh oh saala haraami aao naaa pelo apne lund se apni maalkin ko aaa kutta kahin ka aaa.mere haath mein apna lund pakadwaata he saalaaa ab aao saala kamina mota mota lauda pelo meri
Phuddi meinaa apni maalkin ke phuddi meinaa ohhhhhhhh and then I had one of the best orgasm of my life. I was drained out of all my energy. I felt tired but at peace with myself. I sat down on the floor naked for sometime surprised about what I had experienced. I wanted to think nothing. Just enjoy the moment I told myself. I got up and then took a hot water bath. My husband would just be coming I thought and so I changed into my night dress.
I was feeling light after a long time. I ordered my servant to give me a hot tea and then I thought about whether to tell my husband about the whole incident or not. I had to think about what course of action to be taken. One thing was clear. Although at the time of being sexually abused and molested inside the lift I was angry. I could not deny the fact that I enjoyed masturbating thinking about the incident.
I decided not to say anything about it to my husband. But another thought kept me engaged the entire night. Who, out of the three servants, was he, who did the dirty thing with me?
There was a knock at the door. It was my servant who had got tea for me. I asked him to come inside. While he was serving tea to me I suddenly looked at him. I had never in the past years ever looked at any servant least of all my servant.
But today after the lift incident I noticed my servant for the first time. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Could it be possible that he too was sporting a huge dirty filthy cock as that haraami who molested me? My servant Raju was about 28 years old I guessed. That made him nearly 10 years younger to me. He was smart and had an athletic body. Oh! What was I thinking? Because of my strong sexual unfulfilled desires I was thinking sexually about my own servant.
I immediately removed all such dirty thoughts out of my mind. No I will not think like this.
I had the tea Raju had brought. A thought crossed my mind. I called Raju and asked him about the three servants. But I could not describe them properly. There were so many other male servants too in the building complex. How could I give him a proper description of the three servants in the life with me? I did not even know their names. Moreover I concluded that if
I persist more he could suspect something fishy and probe more into the matter. After all he was also a servant and he might know the haraami whose cock I held. My husband came after a little while. I had already made up my mind that I would not tell anything about him. We had our dinner and then watched TV. My mind was far away from TV but I sat with my husband pretending to watch. Then we came to our bedroom and slept.
After a little while my husband was in deep sleep but I could not sleep. My thoughts were moving around that lift incident. I gradually became horny again. I began to think why I didn’t suck that fat dirty cock in the lift. Oh it was a full ripe hard cock that kept me holding and shaking it for a little while. I imagined that piece of meat and then I wanted to masturbate again. My usual frequency of masturbation was only once or maximum twice a week.
But never ever did I masturbate twice in few hours. I got up slowly so that my husband doesn’t wake up. I went to the bathroom locked it and took out that black dildo and this time I used filthiest of the language while masturbating. But I didn’t utter it loud. For feedback please send me at email at /cdn-cgi/l/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”8be6e1eae6eef8b3bdcbf9e4e8e0eeffe6eae2e7a5e8e4e6″>[email protected]
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