Just hearing those words made Bahadur’s re-hardening dick grow another inch. “Of course, my darling. I’d love to drink your pee.” To keep things from getting too messy, he gently guided her ass back down onto his face and again covered her entire pussy with his lips.
It took a few seconds but finally a warm, acrid yellowish liquid began to flow out of her. Instead of letting it fill his mouth, Bahadur began immediately to swallow at the back of his throat, eagerly drinking the twenty-year-old’s pee, while trying to keep up with the increasing force of her stream. A couple of seconds later, the slut’s piss was gushing into his mouth and he was swallowing steadily, surprised at just how much her bladder was able to hold.
After a while, Keki’s piss stream decreased again, until just a dribble of piss rolled out of her. Bahadur had just swallowed the last of it and was cleaning out her pussy with his tongue when he heard a noise. Turning his head, he was delighted to see his great Muslim Malkin Shabana Azmi standing there staring at them. “You have a hell of a way of messing with nasty odor,” she finally said.
Pushing his sister off his face and sitting up, Bahadur and Keki both explained to Shabana the incidents thoroughly. After a second or two of this, Shabana held up her hand. “Listen,” she said, ” Just lay there.”
She then smiled and beckoned to Keki. “Come on, Keki, your Bhabiji got a special treat for you.”
When Bahadur heard “special treat,” he thought, No, she COULDN’T mean the same thing he meant by that. But when a smiling Keki ran over, lay down on the carpet, and opened up her mouth, Bahadur just sat there dumbfounded.
Peeling out of her loose Salwar-Kaamiz (she wasn’t wearing any underwear), Shabana Azmi said, “Well, Bahadur, in case you haven’t already guessed, you would soon found out the our secrets.
I’m just glad our tastes are so much alike.”
Shabana then carefully stepped astride Keki and squattted down until her smooth light-brown huge ass was hovering only inches above her Nepali maid-servant’s pretty face. Wanting a better view of the action, Bahadur got off the couch and crawled over until he was only inches away from the two voluptuous females.
“Make sure you catch it all, Baby, ’cause I just cleaned the rug, okay?” Shabana cautioned.
“Ok Bhabiji.” Keki replied.
Bahadur still couldn’t believe what was about to happen, until he saw the first few drops of urine began to fall out of his Malkin’s puffy hairy pussy and straight into his sister’s mouth. Those drops quickly turned into a steady stream, then suddenly, the piss was shooting out of the famous Bengalee Singer’s cunt so fast that it made a hissing sound and began to foam up as it rapidly filled Keki’s mouth.
But just as it was about to overflow, Shabana sat down on the Keki’s face, sealing her pissing pussy to her Nepali maid-servant’s open mouth. “That’s right, Baby, drink your Bhabiji’s sweet piss!” Shabana yelled. “I had to go when you were in the University, but I held it till you got home, so that I could use my favorite potty instead!”