My name is Celine and my husband Sylvester. We are both of Indian origin. Our marriage was by arrangement as it is the custom back home in India. I came from a very poor family background, one of the six daughters to my dad who was in a clerical job. As it was the tradition, to get a daughter married, it cost an arm and a leg, especially for the dowry demanded by the groom’s parents. He had hell of a job to scrounge enough dowry to get my two elder sisters married and he was dreading how on earth he was going to manage to get me married. I was nineteen years old then and was in the first year at university.
A relative of our family mentioned to my parents about a doctor who was living abroad, who was keen to get married to a girl of his origin and was not particular at all about a dowry. One thing going for me was I was considered to be very pretty by local standards. Fair complexion, petite, well endowed – all were added bonuses. My photo was sent to him and in no time there was a positive response. At no stage during this deliberation was my opinion either asked or was the prospective groom’s photo ever shown to me. I was expected to accept my elders’ decision and be thankful for small mercies!
Anyhow, the wedding date was fixed and the groom arrived the previous week from overseas. The first time I met him was at the home of the relative who organised the proposal. I was dolled up for the occasion in a very attractive sari and with all the make up one could imagine. I looked my self in the mirror and could not believe how beautiful I was – was like an Indian movie star! I felt very proud of my self. But as soon as walked into the lounge where the prospective groom was sitting, I felt as if the whole world was collapsing around me. Sylvester was sitting there and he was just the opposite of what I ever imagined of my future husband to be. He was short, bald and lots older – thirtytwo to be exact and his features were nothing to write home about. I had to try my best to hide my disappointment and went through the motions of introductions. I could perceive his eyes taking stock of me and felt his eyes and mind unrobing me layer by layer. It was not my imagination, as a woman could always tell when a man is doing it. I could have overlooked his appearance, but his lurching looks really put me off and I developed an instant dislike towards him.
The revulsion got worse as the day went. We were asked to go for a walk together to ‘come to know each other’ as it was put to me. Thus, we left the house and went to a near by park. I did not know what to talk to him about. Her kept the conversation going, telling about the western country where he has been living for the past few years and the glorious things he has seen and done etc. It was obvious he was trying to impress upon me what a great person he was and how lucky I was to have been betrothed to him! I was the least bot interested in what he was saying. When we sat down on the park bench, he moved closer to me and put his hands around me. I felt uncomfortable, never been so close to a man before. But what shocked me was when he took the liberty to put his hand on one of my breasts.
I was too shocked to say any thing, but managed to blurt out, “what are you doing?”
He said ‘Hey there is no harm in that; you are going to get married any how. I just want top try out how good your boobs were.”
I was stunned by his tone and his attitude. I managed to get his hand off my breast.
He said as we were leaving, “You have to get used to this once we get married.”
“Get used to what?” I asked.
“Not to feel shy about publicly showing off affection for each other”, he said and then turned around and hugged me and kissed me on my lips.
I have always tried to imagine what it would be to be kissed by some one and his kiss was nothing like what I imagined. To begin with, he was rough and smelt of alcohol. On top of it he had dreadful mouth odour and when he tried to push his tongue inside my mouth I felt nauseated. It was a great relief when he let me go and we waked back home without saying any thing to each other. I was half a mind to tell every one at home who were waiting for us to return that I was not going to go thorough the charade of this marriage. But, I felt sad for my poor parents and also the disgrace it would be brought upon them, if I disrupt this arrangement.
I can not remember too much of the happenings during the week leading to the wedding. I was like a zombie going through the motions. Few of my friends noticed that I was not my self asked me whether I was happy about the marriage. I did my best to hide my feelings from every one. What should have been the happiest occasion of my life was a disaster as far as I was concerned. I was determined that I was going to make the best use of the opportunity. I did all my crying in the confines of my room and when I walked down the aisle in the hands of my father, I stood with my head high and with a forced smile which fooled every one including my dear future husband.
The ‘honeymoon’ was in a holiday villa at a beach resort near by. Sylvester was so drunk at the wedding he was incapable of any thing leave alone making love. But that did not stop him from having sex with me. It was more of a rape rather than making love. I just let him do what ever he wanted to do. He virtually mauled me with his hands and mouth and when he entered my virgin vagina which was still dry and unprepared, I screamed with pain which he mistook for expression of joy. It was the beginning of a daily ritual. Like any good Indian wife, I was very submissive to his ‘needs’ as he calls it, at least once a day sometimes even more than once. He never asked me whether I enjoyed it at all. He also likes to kiss me and or fondle me in public places like parks or cinema. I felt very uncomfortable about it but he never took notice of my objections.
Within a few days of the wedding, we left for overseas; it was a new world for me. I loved all what it had to offer. There was plenty of money because he had very good earning. Big house with all modern amenities. Soon the twins arrived. Kris and Ryan. They were the best thing happened to me. They were handful. With the kids and house work, I was getting tired of cleaning and doing all the chores around the house and I started to complain about it. Sylvester after my constant complaints for years agreed to get some help. But typical like as any other frugal Indian man (!) he wanted to do it the cheapest way. He thought if only he could get a hired help from back home, it will be cheaper on the long run as once you pay for the air fare, one has to pay the person only in Indian currency, at the local Indian rates for a hired help.
So he wrote home to his uncle or some one to find some one and they wrote back to say that they do have a young man from the schedule cast (there is a distinct cast system in India. People from the higher cast are considered superior and occupy the lucrative positions and those from the lower casts end up doing the menial jobs). I was not happy about the help being a man; I was expecting it will be a girl as it will be easier for me to instruct what to do. Sylvester did not mind as long as it was a helper or in reality a ‘servant’ as we would have referred to them back home in India. Reluctantly, I agreed to the arrangement.
It took a month to get the necessary paper work done to get the visa clearance. He was given one year temporary visa. Finally the day arrived when Sylvester went to the airport to pick him up. Roger looked pleasant enough and was very courteous. He was twenty years old and was able to communicate with me in English. He quickly settled down into his duties.
Apart from cooking and cleaning the house, he was also able to do the shopping and other chores around the house. I thought all my Christmases have arrived together.
The twins have just started junior school and thus I had the week days free giving me plenty of time to relax and being a lady around the house for the first time since I was married. And now with some one to do all the chores, what else do I need? The only down side was that I had to put up with Sylvester’s ‘love making’ once or twice a week. I never got around to enjoy it but went through with it like a good wife and even learned to make him feel adequate, making him believe that I was enjoying it.
I was very concerned about this trip abroad. I have never left my home town. I have finished my high school and wanted to have a break from studies before entering university. When some one mentioned about this opportunity to go abroad as a ‘hired help’ as they call it I jumped at the idea. It will give me the chance to see a foreign country and if lucky earn some foreign currency too. I know that I will be paid in Indian currency for my services but all my other expenses will be met by my employers.
I had no idea what to expect from the people for whom I will be working for except for the fact that he is a doctor, married and has twins of school going age.
When I met the master of the house at the airport I took as instant dislike for him. He was stern and unfriendly. He told me that I was to call him Sir and his wife Madam. When we arrived home I was surprised to notice that she was very beautiful and looked lots younger than him. She reminded me of an Indian Movie actress whose name I could not remember. I could not keep my eyes from staring at her but tried my best not to make it obvious. She was very kind and gentle when she talked to me. She inquired about my trip and my family. I was given the spare room next to the kid’s room and she made sure I had all I needed.
The kids were a bit reluctant to warm up to me to start with but soon they became friendly and never stopped chatting from then on. They wanted to know all about India they have heard a lot about. When I finish my tasks for the day and retire to my room, they were with me sitting in my bed talking to me. They were very intelligent kids and I loved conversing with them. Their father was not happy that they were spending so much of their time with me. Their mother had to come to their defence saying that they were more than happy to talk to some one who was prepared to take the time to talk to them. It was obvious that she was having a dig at him for not spending enough time with them. He excused himself that he was too busy earning the money for her and every one around to ‘spend it like water’, a typical Indian expression for being spendthrift. I was aware of the tension around the house and kept out of it. Even the twins seem to have no respect or love for their father.
I had to confess that I was very much obsessed by the madam and wanted to please her by working very hard. I wanted her to be aware of the fact that I was doing every thing and even more than what she has asked, just to please her. It delighted me very much whenever she praised my tasks, which she did very often. It made me work even harder. I tried to fantasies about her when I go to sleep at nights. She was always modest in her dressing at home and thus I had to imagine how she will be under her clothes and I very often masturbated at nights imagining how her breasts and ass would look. Not that I have seen a naked breast before, but have seen pictures of it, at least almost naked ones. I have never seen a woman’s private part in real life or even in picture. I did not realise that my luck was going to change soon.
It was a very hot day. Master was at work and the twins were at school. I was mowing the lawn. They have a big back yard extending behind the pool. I was sweating and thus took off the shirt and was trying to finish the work before it got any hotter. I looked up and saw madam walking toward the pool in her swimming costume. I have neve seen her with out her clothes and I could not believe what I saw. She was more gorgeous than I have ever imagined in her top which hardly covered her bosom and the bikini which was scanty to say the least. It was out of sight and I could not help but to stare at her as she walked slowly towards the pool. I am sure she was aware of me staring at her but she pretend to ignore it. Her eyes were down cast and she opened the gate to the enclosure, dropped he towel on the paved area and jumped into the pool.
She made a few quick laps in the pool. He body was so serene and poised as it dissected the water as she made the twenty laps in no time. I had a feeling she was showing off to me. I moved closer to the fence and was openly watching her. She emerged from under the water and looked up at me. She smiled at me.
“Why don’t you join me,” she beckoned me.
I was shocked. She was the mistress of the house and I was a mere servant.
“I can’t…..” I stammered. “What will the master say?” I was tempted to. The heat was unbearable and I was sweating because of all the hard work I have done. A dip in the pool would be heavenly. But I was worried about the consequences if master will find out.
“Oh come on. He is not here and will not be back for hours. I am the mistress of the house and take it as a command”.
I knew she was teasing me about it being a command. What the heck. I will take my chances. I can always put the blame on her. I quickly took my shorts off and looked down at the undies I was wearing. They were respectable enough. I opened the gate to the pool, dropped the shorts by the pool side and jumped into the water. I wanted to show off to her that I could swim better than her. I did a few laps at double quick time. She was sitting by the pool side watching me. When I finished she clapped her hands.
“Wow. That was very impressive”. She was genuine in her praise.
“I grew up in a village with a running river which was full all through the year and have been swimming all my life,” I remarked.
“Come up and sit next to me,” she beckoned tapping the paved area next to her. I was hesitant for a minute. I realised that in the past few minutes, our relationship has moved lots more closer than that between a mistress of the house and a servant. She was genuinely kind and I felt very much at ease.
I hopped on next to her and sat by her side, not too close but not too far either. She had a bottle of soft drink. She had a sip from it and passed it to me. I hesitated for a minute and then took a big gulp out of it. I was so thirsty.
We talked. We talked about lots of things. She wanted to know about me, my family and every thing about me. I have never had the experience of talking about myself to a woman before; in fact, not with any one. It was easy talking to her. As we talked I could sense all the barriers between us breaking down by the minute. I realised that she was only about eight years older than me.
She asked me, out of blues, “Do you have a girl friend?”
I blurted out, “Never. I have never even talked to a girl before. I am bit on the shy side”. I blushed.
“I never had a boy friend either,” she said.
“How come you married the master then?”
She told me about how the marriage came about. She told me all about her life. I realised that she came almost from a similar back ground as I was. As she narrated her life story, starting from leaving home and her life in a foreign country, I started to warm up to her. A feeling of empathy developed. I wished that we were like teen agers with crush on each other. How nice it would be if we were. I started to day dream and with out realising I put my hand around her and kissed her on her cheeks.
Suddenly it dawned on me what I have done. I jumped up to me feet and wanted to run away from there.
I also got up. “Please don’t go,” He was still facing away from me.
“I am really sorry. I should not have done what I did.”
“No. I loved what you did. I was hoping you will do it,” I was standing behind him. I wanted to feel his warmth against my body. I knew the choice was mine.
My arms reach up around his neck from behind and embraced him. I could feel the firm tips of my breasts pressed against his back, and the softness of my bosom comfortably snugged at the base of his shoulder blades.
“Oh madam. It is not right.”
“Please call me Celine. No more madam. Okay?”
I ran my hands across his chest; my fingers thread themselves through the coarse hairs. My cheek rested against his back for a moment, and I pulled him closely to me. I gently turned him around to face me and our eyes met. I was able to see the longing in his eyes and I knew that he saw the desire in mine. Our lips connected, at first tentatively. He was not experienced at all and it was obvious from the word go.
I led him. He smelt nice and tasted even better. I pushed my tongue to make him open his mouth. He was reluctant at first then let it slid in. Our tongues danced and swirled. I could sense the quickening passions burning inside him. He brought both hands to the back of my neck, and bringing my mouth deeper inside his, clasping the hairs at the nape of my neck. I had this weird sensation of being powerless to feel anything but the force of his kiss. I wanted him to dominate me rendering me powerless to do anything but surrender to him.
I could feel his cock pressing up against my lower belly, teasing me with its hardness, and his lust fired mine. We had to get to the next stage. I reluctantly separated my lips away from his. The heat of the sun has subsided as it was becoming over cast. We were standing on the paved area surrounding the pool. The yard was so large no one could see us where we are or what we were doing. I did not want to spoil the mood by going inside the house.
His eyes were on my boobs. I always had moderately large and firm boobs which because of my pettiness was obviously looked larger than life. I looked into his beautiful penetrating eyes. “Do you want to touch them honey?” I asked him. I knew his answer even before he gently nodded with a smile. I gently unhooked the top and let it all to the floor. I could see form his looks that he was mesmerised by what he saw. “Take them sweet heart; they are yours.”
He took them both in his hands. At first, not knowing what to do with them, then gently squeezed them, all the time looking into my eyes. How different it was from what my experience was with Sylvester. Bastard, how much I hated him. More so, when I looked at this heavenly looking man, who was about to make me happy, for the first time in my life. He squeezed them little harder. I kept my eyes closed enjoying every minute of the joy which was spreading through my whole body. It was something I waited all my life.
This was a special occasion for me and I wanted it to be memorable. “Let us go into the house honey,” I found that addressing him in an endearing manner was not difficult at all, in fact was becoming natural. We walked hand in hand into the house and made sure the outside doors were locked. I led him into the master bed room. He was hesitant. “Is it a good idea?”
“Of course it is my room and I could do what ever I want in it” I was glad I changed the sheets and made the bed only that morning. I dragged him by his hand into the room. We were like teen age lovers embarking into a forbidden territory. I closed the door behind us.
Next minute we both jumped into the bed. It was like a cyclone hitting from no where. Grabbing on to each other, kissing, cuddling, grabbing, and pulling all at the same time. We were both beside ourselves. His mouth hungrily seeked my boobs. He sucked on them like a baby who has been depraved of feed for days. I held him tightly against my bosom and wanted him to take more and more of it into his mouth. I was moaning with pleasure encouraging him to suck more and more,
He was not gentle; which was expected as he has never done that before; but that did not bother me at all. In fact the roughness made it even more pleasurable. It was different to the roughness by Sylvester. Rogers’ was out of ignorance and inexperience. He did not mean to hurt me in any way. Once or twice he even bit my nipples, but I did not complain. While he was sucking me, I put my hand on the bulge which was getting bigger and bigger. I pulled the undies down and engulfed the erection in my hand. Oh may God, it was enormous! The only one I have ever seen before was that of Sylvester which not even half this size. I could hardly get my hand around it.
I know as inexperienced as he was, he will be going for the ultimate goal without any preliminaries. I tried to stimulate me with my finger while he was savouring my nipples going from one to the other. Poor baby! He was really taken by my boobs. I was really glad that he was enjoying it as much I did. I was lying on my back all this time. Then suddenly he got up and climbed in between my legs facing me.
How much green he might have been, he knew what he was doing. An animal instinct I guess. I eagerly waited in anticipation as he inserted his penis into my pussy which was moist by then. There was no finesse but at the same time it was not very rough either. He was holding on to his erection with one hand while trying to enter my hole. I gently held it on top of his hand, without taking over from him and guided the head into the pussy hole. His cock was hard and it filled my pussy, stretching it with its girth, and his pubic bone landed hard on my clit. That one thrust, that one deep plunge, is all it took and I screamed with the force of my orgasm. My pussy throbbed in rhythmic contractions around his cock.
He could barely hold back as my pussy surrounding his penis was sucking it in a wavelike contraction. My legs were wrapped around him as he kept moving his manhood in and out of my receptive womb. He soon started to moan and groan loudly. So was I. “Oh God. I was coming… I screamed as he shot his warm load into my pussy. It was copious in quantity as I could feel it running all over my legs and on to the bed. I held on to him and kept moving my pelvis deeper and deeper into his, wanting more and more of his penis into me. I was not sure how long it lasted, but finally he rolled over onto his side. I held on to him tightly with our bodies pressed against each other. We were lying like that looking into each other’s eyes. Not a word was uttered. There was no need for it any how.
We must have dozed off for a few minutes or so. It was a blissful slumber. I suddenly woke up at the feeling of his hand gently twiddling my nipples. I opened my eyes and smiled at him and kissed him on his lips.
“I love you honey,” For the first time in my life I said that to a man and by Jove how long I waited to say that to some one and mean it too.
“I love you too Celine,” He was quite confident when he said my name. He knew I was his and his only. I put my hand on his penis and gently stroked it. It did not take more than a few minutes for it to come back to life. Instinctively I looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes before the kids will be back from school. I looked at him inquiringly. He got the message.
I did not have enough time to teach him about other postures. I rolled over to my back and he climbed again in between my legs. This time my pussy was well lubricated. His penis regained its rocklike hardness, more so than last time. He was lots gentler this time. There was no hurry. It was like heaven. He began with slow thrusts, sliding his cock into my pussy which was very slippery still having residue of his cum from the first time. He gradually increased the pace of the plunge. His balls hitting my pelvis with each thrust. And, suddenly the pace became fast and furious; I screamed with uncontrollable pleasure, as we both climaxed at the same time. Each ejaculating pulse of his cock bounced off a trigger point inside me, causing an equally strong contraction in my pussy. Then the last convulsion of his penis was met by a squeeze of my pussy. A spurt of cum from his cock brought another tide of tightening inside me. This went on for what seems like forever. Then we collapsed on each other, spent and contented.
I woke up with the most wonderful feeling next day. Even Sylvester noticed that I was chirpier than usual. Roger was exceptionally quite. He was trying to shun me and kept away from me; fortunately no one else noticed there was some thing amiss in the air. I tried to catch his eyes but he kept avoiding it. I was a bit annoyed, but by the same token I could understand that he was quite apprehensive after what happened the previous day.
I waited until every one was out of the home. He was in the kitchen having his breakfast. I went and sat on a chair opposite to him. I had to some how or other break this impasse.
“Roger why are you trying to avoid me?”
I was forthright. He did not reply.
“Whether you want me to or not I am going to say this. What ever we did yesterday was the most wonderful thing which has ever happened to me in my life”.
He still did not open his mouth.
“Okay if that is how you want it let it be so”.
I got up and walked away. There were tears in my eyes, but I tried to hide it from him.
I tried to keep my self occupied but I could not. I was so miserable that I could concentrate at all. After some time I thought I will try another approach.
“Roger, what do you say? We go out for a drive to Mount Sugar Park?”
He has mentioned that he would love to go there and wanted to take some photos to send back home to his family. It was about an hour’s drive from our home. It is a forest reserve area which is made up of a curved range of hills that roll around the side of a lake.
He was preparing the dinner for the family and did not reply straightaway. After a long pause he nodded his head.
“We will leave as soon as we get the chores done and get the dinner ready for tonight”
In case we get delayed I did not want the kids to come home and find there was no food. We quickly got the task in hand out of the way and packed a picnic hamper for lunch.
It is very scenic drive but most of the roads aren’t sealed. The view is wonderful. There was hardly any conversation during the journey. It was driving me mad. I wanted to hold his hands and say lots of things to him, how wonderful he was the previous day and how much I loved him etc etc. But his silence made me hold back the desire to express my love. I know the time will come, sooner or later.
When we reached there, we explored the lookouts spread across the hill tops. We drove around looking at the view from all the vantage points and he was able to take quite few photos of the magnificent scenery. Finally, we parked the car under a shade in a secluded area. As we sat and watched from my car, we could see the sunlight casting long shadows of the trees and the colour of the lake changing.
We started to feel hungry and Roger got out of the car and fetched the hamper. We unpacked some food and sat in the front of the car munching watching the horizon. The silence was gradually breaking and we chatted as we ate; not a word was uttered about the previous day’s happenings. I said some thing funny and we both laughed. He laughed so much that accidentally he spilled his coke all over my top. I thought it was a great joke but he was worried about the seats in my new car.
“I am sorry”, he apologised.
I laughed it off “Lucky it is all on me and didn’t stain the seat”.
Roger passed me a napkin from the hamper. I patted myself dry and then passed it back to him to put in the rubbish bag.
Roger must have noticed that I had missed a drop on my chin and he reached out to wipe it off for me. His face was close to mine as he touched me. It was no surprise when he quickly planted a kiss on my chin. That was the cue I was waiting for. I kissed him back. In no time at all we were in a deep embrace kissing deeply.
We made out for quite some time as the sun slowly began to sink behind the mountain slopes. I loved the colours as I caught a glimpse of them each time I opened my eyes. He put his hands around me and started to rub at my breasts through my dress. I love my breasts being rubbed. It just melts me. It wasn’t so much longer before I felt his hands slide down the front of my dress and start to rub my legs. His touch really made me feel alive. Brought back the lovely memories of the day before. But this was different. It was romantic and was magical.
He slipped his hand up the inside of my dress and ran his hand over my belly. His skin on my skin made me tingle. I began to feel quite warm but it wasn’t that easy to get comfortable in the front seat of the car. I didn’t want to move too much though in case it broke the moment.
Soon his hand was up inside my dress and under my bra. He felt my nipples with his fingers and they went all hard and pointy. I love the feeling of that happening. It tingles my whole chest. Roger was toying with my breasts when suddenly I got a terrible cramp in my left leg. I couldn’t control it or ignore it and I flung him away to stretch my leg out. It started to hurt a lot so as soon as I could, I got out of the car to walk around a bit. He followed me out and walked around the car to me.
“Sorry about pushing you away”, I smiled at him through the pain.
“That is alright. It is really not so comfortable in the car any how”, he replied.
After a few minutes I had it under control and my leg was settled. I leaned back on the side of the car.
“Is it ok?” he asked me.
“Yes Thank you, not bad now”, I said as I reached out to him to bring him close to me again.
As he moved in to me, his hand lowered to my leg and he began to rub my thigh with a one handed massage. I sighed as his touch melted the knots in my muscles.
After massaging my leg for a while he asked me, “How was that?”
“Wonderful thanks”, I replied and with that we started to kiss again.
Moments later, Roger’s hands started to wander again but this time he put his hand up my dress and then straight down inside my panties. He couldn’t do that in the car. It was wild to feel his fingers rubbing against my pussy and petting my hair.
We kissed long and hard as he poked around and stroked me. I could feel the heat building up and I wasn’t surprised when he started to slip his fingers inside of me. I was already moist and it felt great. Roger was beginning to get very excited too. I could feel the heat in his jeans as I ran my hands down his body. His fingers brushed up and down between the lips of my pussy and he teased my clit each time. It was such as sweet feeling. He kept teasing my clit until it started to swell. With each pass he gently drew on my clit until it was standing out proudly from my pussy lips.
It was funny that I started to unfasten his jeans at the same time as he started to push my panties down my legs. As I was wrestling with his zipper I felt my panties drop down around my ankles. I slipped my hand inside his undies and put my hand around his hot cock. It felt awesome. So hard, solid and hot. I could feel the veins with my fingertips and sense him pulsating with excitement. I pulled it out from his undies to the open air so I could feel its length. I tingled all over my body when I felt how good it was. Stroking his length with my hand made me a little dizzy with excitement.
Roger moved close into me and held my dress up around my waist as he pushed his cock toward my pussy. He jiggled around and teased at me with it before it finally slotted into my pussy lips. Then gently he held me close and pushed the head of his cock inside me. I couldn’t have wanted it to feel any better than it did. He had me so wound up!
He started to stroke his cock in and out of me, each time it seemed to go a little further inside of me. It was great. I held him close to me and closed my eyes as he pleasured me.
“You don’t want to stop do you?” he asked me.
“Oh no”, I replied.
He took my arm and led me toward the front of the car. I sat on the side of the bonnet, just above the wheel and he moved toward me again. This time he put his hands up my dress and held my hips.
He smiled at me and whispered “Turn around”.
His hands guided my hips around until I was facing away from him. He rubbed his hands down around my rear and around my thighs and gently pushed my legs out so they were a little apart. Oh my God. Only yesterday I was thinking how naive he was, being a virgin and all, and here he is, seem to know more than I have ever experienced in my life time!
His hand ran up between my legs and he started to finger me again. It felt great. I leaned forward a little and put my hands out on the bonnet with my eyes closed. The fresh air, the warmth and his touch was so right. I felt his fingers explore me again. I was getting soaking wet.
A short time later he pulled his hand away from me and lifted my dress back up around my waist again. I felt him move close in behind me and then I felt his cock pressing into my pussy again. I slipped my legs apart wider for him. It felt so great to have his penis inside me again. It seemed to reach further inside me than before so I spread my legs a little further. As I did, he placed his hands on my hips and drew me back tight on him. That made it even better.
He slid his cock into me and stroked it all the way out each time. I loved it. I was worlds away in pleasure. He worked me so well that I leaned right forward and rested my head on my crossed arms on the bonnet of the car. My hair fell down around my face and bounced in time with his strokes. I am sure I looked like a rag doll but I didn’t care about that anymore. There was no one around for miles, even if there were people, I would not have cared.
The heat coming off the car and the passion made me start to sweat a little. I could feel Roger becoming more intense. I don’t know if his cock was getting even bigger or whether it was just my pussy clamping onto him but it felt really good. I climaxed right there and then. My mind was spinning; I tilted my head back up briefly as my pussy growled around his shaft. Roger must have felt my pussy twitching and grinding because he came inside me soon after. I felt his hot juice enter me deep inside. He held his cock deep inside me until he had his cum completely drained. It felt wild. I could feel it all happen.
My hair was tangled and a little wet from being tossed around my head, but I didn’t mind. It was an awesome experience. Roger moved back away from me and I felt his wet cock drop away from me. He went around the other side of the car to straighten himself up. I was surprised that after what we have gone through, he was still modest. I reached down and picked up my panties from the ground. I used them to wipe my pussy dry and then tossed them into the bushes. I have to do without one I guess and could easily make it home without panties.
We drove home. We didn’t say a lot on the way. I felt very ecstatic and dreamy and all I wanted to do was to go home and sleep. As we drove into the garage, we heard the kids coming through the gate. That was a lucky escape! I asked Roger to take care of them and went straight to bed. I was woken up by a phone call. It was Sylvester, he was held up at work because of some complication with one his patients; he wanted to remind me about the parent teachers meeting we had to attend that evening. Shit! I clean forgot about it.
I got up and asked the Roger to take care of the kids’ dinner. I needed a shower and then got dressed and left the place in a hurry. When the meting finished it was almost 9 pm. I rang home on my mobile. Roger answered. He said that the kids have gone to sleep and Sylvester rang to say that he was staying overnight at the hospital as he had to take the patient back to the theatre. He asked me where I had any thing to eat. I told him I had supper and was not hungry at all and will see him soon.
When he said that Sylvester was not coming home, I could not help but to get excited about the prospects of spending the night with Roger. No one was within hearing distance. I told him that I loved him and asked him to wait for me in my bed room. He did not say any thing when I hung up.
I was so excited that I could not remember the drive back home. I parked the car and rushed into the bed room. As I expected, Roger was waiting for me. He was sitting quietly on the bed. As soon as I entered the room he got up and came towards me. We clutched each other in a deep embrace and kissed passionately.
I watched her coming across the room. She looked beautiful. She was dressed up more than her normal self for the meeting she attended. She had a tight fitting blouse which exaggerated her bosom and a skirt which was bit on the shorter side. It made her look younger than her age.
I began groping and squeezing her large full breasts through the silky blouse she wore. She sighed and arched her back at my touch, enjoying it greatly. I placed an arm around her pulling our bodies closer to each other. I wasted no time and used both hands to pull her skirt upwards, bunching it together at her thin waist. I slipped her silky panties down and off, my right hand brushed over and across her beautiful, splendid ass.
I unbuttoned her blouse with one of my hands. Once it was halfway undone, I slipped a hand inside and squeezed the heavy, thick underside of one of her bra-clad breasts. Celine giggled at my touch, as I used my other hand to finish taking care of the blouse’s remaining buttons.
I whisked her bra off and away. Except for the skirt, which was bunched up around her waist Celine was now completely nude. Her body shivered with delight as I began tweaking one of her breasts with my fingertips, while paying real close attention to its hard, thick nipple.
As she looked at me with a lustful expression, I could not help but to press his lips against hers for a heated kiss. Celine put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth hard against hers for a tongue-to-tongue exchange. I tilted my head and drove my tongue deep into her sweet mouth.
Celine broke the kiss by gently pushing my head away from hers. I was not of what she was going to do next. She turned around and dropped down to her knees, right in front of me. She unzipped my jeans and pried them open, then pulled them down slightly – past my hips. My bulge was tenting against the cotton undies I was wearing. She pressed her mouth gently against the tip of the bulge which sent a shudder all through my body. She then did the same to my undies to release my pulsating erection. Celine licked her lips as she looked at my cock with her black eyes sparkling with desire.
She gripped the length of my cock with her manicured little hand and offered it a good squeeze. I started to moan as she used her other hand to cup and massage my fleshy, hairy testicles. What she did shocked me beyond ant expectations. She swiped away at the tip of his shaft with her velvety tongue. All the time she was watching my face for my reaction. I have never ever imagined a woman will ever do such a thing to a man and wow it was unbelievable. She gently teased the head of my cock licking and swirling her tongue in a circular motion going around the head. It was driving me wild! She started to lick and slide her tongue across the thick head of my cock several times, all in repeated succession.
“Oh my God what are you doing Celine?” I exclaimed.
I did want her to stop it. But.. To do this..
She did not reply. How could she. Her mouth was busy driving me crazy. Eventually, she slipped the shaft between her moist lips, and took it into her mouth. She let out a hoarse moan as she began to suck and slurp away upon my cock.
Celine focused her eyes upon my face as she started to bob her head up-and-down over my throbbing cock. Gripping the base of my shaft with her right hand, she continued to slurp away upon its length with her mouth and tongue. I sighed in lust as she looked up at me with a sexy expression, her mouth stuffed full of my cock. All the while, her head just kept bobbing, as her glossy-red lips provided hot, wet friction while clamped tightly around my shaft. I could feel an orgasm brewing within myself. With the feel of her mouth upon my cock, as it just sucked and sucked away… he was getting close to an orgasm.
She must have sensed that I was extremely close to cumming in her mouth, so she decided to increase the ferocity of her sucking. I was quickly loosing control of myself. I grunted as thick globs of sperm shot out from within my cock, directly into Celine’s awaiting mouth. She guzzled my cum down her throat, relishing in its delicious taste. I continued pumping a steady stream of cum into her throat for several seconds, but eventually, the spasms slowed down. To my horror she swallowed every drop of my cum! She continued to lick my cock until it was squeaky clean.
She got up from her knelling position and put her hands around me and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back with equal fervour. I could taste my cum on her lips.
“I love you Celine”. I mumbled.
She pulled her face away form mine and looked into my eyes with a teasing smile on her face.
“You have to prove that honey”.
“What do you mean” I was puzzled by her remark.
“You have to reciprocate what I did for you”.
“Yes of course. Don’t you like to do that to me?” she asked.
There was a touch of annoyance in her tone, I was not sure whether it was for a fact or she was still teasing me.
“Of course I will love to do that. But.. I have never done that before…”
“Just do what ever comes to you mind honey. I am sure I will love what ever you do to me”.
She took off her skirt and sat on the edge of the bed. I was not sure what I was supposed to do. She beckoned me to come and kneel in front of her facing up to her. I did as she told me. She bowed down and kissed me gently on my lips.
“I love you honey”
I bent down and burrowed my face between the hairy joining of Mary’s luscious thighs. It smelt wonderful and she gently separated her thighs allowing my face to reach its target.
She moaned, while watching the top of my head, which was nestled between her thighs. With her right hand, she reached down and grasped my head, pushing it into her pussy. I began to probe her pussy with my tongue. She let out a very pleasurable sigh as I gave the gateway to her heaven a series of strokes with my tongue. The pubic hair was clipped. I repeatedly swiped my hot tongue over and across the swollen lips of Celine’s wet pussy. She groaned and squirmed in undeniable pleasure, with her thighs closed tightly around my head. I was suffocating for breath. Without a doubt, she was absolutely loving it.
I continued to lick and slurp away at her pussy, all the while enjoying its delicious taste. I knew that I had Celine in a sexual frenzy, as she panted and writhed. I soon increased the tempo of my oral work and knew that with the reaction of her body, Celine was close to an orgasm. There was little doubt of that.
I never realised how much of pleasure a man’s tongue could give to a woman. This was a new world for me.
Arching her neck and back, Celine soon cried out in hot passion as a sweet orgasm ripped throughout her body. I continued licking away, until her orgasm eventually subsided. I continued to rest my face in her hairy nest as she gently patted my head. I must have dazed off for a minute or so before I suddenly woke up. Just resting my face in her crutch was like being in heaven. I could spend the rest of the night like this.
She gently made me get up from my kneeling position and guided me into the bed. We were both exhausted after the hectic activities during the day, and before soon went off to sleep.
I suddenly woke up by the angry voice of the master.
“What the heck is going on here?”
Shit. We must have slept through the night. Sylvester was standing at the door of the bed room. Celine and I were lying naked on the bed. I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6 am. It was too obvious what was going on. I tried to cover my self with the bed sheet. Celine was out of the bed in no time. She quickly close the door tot h bed room. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to prevent the kids from hearing what was going on.
“You ungrateful bastard” that was directed at me. I did not say any thing.
“Hold on. It is not his fault. If at all any, it is all mine” Celine retorted.
“You bitch. I brought you out of no where and gave you every thing and this is how you pay me back”.
“You may have given me every thing but not what I needed most. Love. You don’t even know what it means”
“Get out of my sight straight away. Get out of this house both of you”.
“I am not moving out of this place. This is my house as much as yours and the kids are mine and I am not moving with out the kids if you want me to move out”
Sylvester seems to cool down a bit when she mentioned about the kids. In the mean time I managed to get into my clothes. She was till standing naked arguing with him.
I quietly slipped out if the room. I could still hear the argument. I quickly went into my bed room and closed the door behind me. What a mess I have got my self into. Not only am I in trouble but I have also put Celine into a predicament which I never wanted her to get into.
I could not hear what was going on. I did not want ti get out of the room. After what appeared to be eternity there was a gentle tap on y door. I kept quiet. The door opened and Celine came into the room. I did know what to expect. She came up to me and put her hands around me.
“Every thing is going to be okay”
“What do you mean?”
“We had a long talk”
“He is not going to do any thing to change the status quo. As long as we keep it out of the kids; be careful with what we do, when we do and where we do”.
It must have been some talk. I got the feeling she had the last say.
I gave a sigh of relief. It was partly to do with the concern I had about what was going to be my future in this country, but more so by the fact that Celine has not got into great strife because of what happened. She did not tarry too long, gave me a quick kiss on my lips and left the room. There has to be some sort of divine intervention I guess. It also dawned on me that I was still going to enjoy this wonderful relationship which has bloomed between Celine and me.
I could not build up enough courage to get out of the room for the rest of the morning. By the time I came out Sylvester has left the house and the kids have gone to school. Celine was at the breakfast table deep in thought. I went and stood behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently massaged them.
mmm. She moaned. I love the way she reacts to my touch.
“It will be alright honey. I am sure we will see it through”.
She looked up into my face and smiled. She took my hands off her shoulders and placed them on her boobs over the flimsy nightie she was wearing, which did not leave too much to the imagination, and pressed them hard against the softness of her mounts.
I smiled at her and gave them a gentle squeeze. I could feel her nipples firming up. I gently pinched the nipples and slid my hand under the nightie and took hold of the two globes and started to fondle them. She had her eyes closed and moaned enjoying my caressing. Here I was the servant boy from the outback of orient, his hands on the tits of the mistress of the house! Who would believe it back home!
“Do you think it is the right time and place for what we want to do?” I teased her.
She got up from the bed and grabbed me by the errection in my pants and dragged me into the bed room. Oh dear I am in trouble; don’t know what sort of a punishment I am in for!