My servant fucked me in my balcony
I had just moved into Mumbai and it was paradise for me; a new job, a place for myself, and absolutely no supervision from anyone. To give you a brief detail about myself, Iâm Arjun a Malayalee, lived my whole life in Kerala, thatâs till my campus selection. Physically Iâm a pretty smart chap, 26 years of age, 5â10 height, slim, I sport a beard at times and sexually I was straight (at least thatâs what I thought) and active.
So to cut to the chase I got my campus selection and my company posted me in Mumbai. I rented out a flat in the western suburbs in a place called Malad. Life was normal work, friends and home for a while. But within in few months I realized I would need a domestic servant to maintain the home and going by the regular process I started asking people around. Finally after a month my security guard bought home a young chap, his name Guatam. Well let me tell you about Guatam, he was from U.P, around 22, slim guy not more that 5â5 in height, dark skinned, average looking guy. I spoke about the monies and we agreed on an amount, since I stayed by myself, I asked him to be a stay in servant rather than a day job thing and he agreed.
Things went fine for a while Guatam was managing the house well and I didnât have to worry much, till about last week. Saturdays I usually head out for drinks with my friends, but last week due to work I was not able to make any plans and decided to enjoy some drinks at home. I reached home, had a shower and asked Guatam to set the table in the balcony; I like an open air ambiance. Guatam obediently got me my glass, soda and ice. I decided why not just ask him to join me too, what harm could it be. I never thought that simple question would lead to the most adventurous night in my life.
He first refused, but later agreed to give me company. I sat on my chair and he sat on the floor. We went ahead chatting about his home town my hometown, life in general, till I realized we had just downed half a bottle of black label. But things felt nice, Guatam surprisingly was a good company. In our conversations I asked him âGuatam, where in life would you want to see yourselfâ with alcohol in his body the answer was quick and slurry âSir⊠where youâre sitting nowâ I played sport, I said âThatâs not hard (and I got up from the chair with my drink in hand)â. He looked at me surprised and said âSir I meant in lifeâ, I said âYeah OK, but for now you can sit on that chairâ.
He didnât agree but I anyways plonked myself on the floor next to him, with my back to balcony wall. We sat there drinking even more, till we emptied the bottle. Guatam in his condition volunteered to clean everything up and set dinner, I told him to do it tomorrow saying I was anyways not hungry. He wouldnât listen and he got up, barely able to stand, he lost his balance and leaned over to the balcony wall. Like I mentioned Guatam was barely 5â5 in height so when this happened, his crotch hit my face since I was sitting on the floor. He steadied himself, and I just looked at him from below and told him to stand like that for a while till he doesnât feel alright. Guatam stood like that for some moment, dilly dallying and each time I felt his crotch come closer to my face.
It felt closer each second, I could smell his manhood, a raw pungent smell and to be honest I didnât mind it. What I thought was my imagination soon turned into reality. I felt Guatamâs hands behind my head, in a pretext of balancing he was pushing my face to his groin, I didnât react and he took that as a green signal. He now boldly using both his hands was rubbing my face to his groin; I could now feel his member growing with time. In what seemed like a boldest move, he stopped for a second and pulled down his tracks, revealing to me his torn cheap underwear and pubic hair sticking out. The sight was just too much for me and the sexual tension was thick that it cut be cut with a knife. Realizing I was in a trance, he pulled down his underwear to reveal the thickest bush of pubic hair I had ever seen, man or woman. His dick was around 6 inch long, with a lot of foreskin hanging even when it was erect.
He started rubbing his dick on my lips. I could smell his sweat, and my lips were a salty taste. I opened my mouth and in one shot the meek looking Guatam turned into an animal, he started shoving his dick like I was his whore. With each thrust my nose would dig deeper into his pubes. I started feeling his cock hit my throat but that didnât stop him. He was possessed. He pulled his cock out and turned around, giving me a view of his ass. My head till dizzy with alcohol and what was happening, I had no clue what to do. I stared at his ass for a while, it was round, tight and I could see hairy sticking from it. Seeing I wasnât responding, he just held my face and stuffed his ass on to it. The first time I didnât know what was happening, I was so under his control that I just gave in. He just now was in lead; he pushed me on to the floor and started kissing my lips, soft at first and then bites. He was literally spitting into my mouth, I drank it all.
But I was just in for a surprise, in one violent move, Guatam flipped me over he, pulled down my shorts and underwear in one motion. Bending over my back and whispering near my ears he said âSorry sir, tonight this ass is mineâ. Before I could say a word or react I felt his 6 inch dick pierce my ass hole. I screamed but it made no difference, my servant was fucking me in my balcony. It pained like hell, but with each stroke I lost the battle. I was his whore, the faster I understood the better it would be for me. He fucked me for 15 min till I felt his hot cum up in ass and his sweaty torso fall on my back. That night he fucked me twice and morning I found Guatam gone.
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