No more words had to be spoken as Shabana pressured her stream into his mouth. Bahadur began to swallow the salty fluid of his Muslim malkin, finding that he loved the taste of her warm piss, drinking till the last drops left her pussy-hole, at last licked her bare pussy dry.
“Did you like that?” Shabana asked.
“I loved it very much Bhabiji, the taste was awesome.” Bahadur said,wiping his mouth.
“Well, anytime you want more, just say so.” She said, smiling down at her younger servant.
Kissing his Bhabiji, Bahadur said,”Thank you Bhabiji, your quite a sexy lady.”
Then Bahadur returned to the main gate of the Great Nibedita Bhavan, locking the gate, he moved to the garden for watering the new plants.
By the time Monday came around, Shabana had to go to practice a new Rabindrasangeet. She was a very successful Bengalee singer, and also recorded some superhit hindi-film songs. But when she opened the front door that evening to be greeted by a naked and rock hard Bahadur, it was more of the same, with her teasing him he was her own personal
Fuck Stud, and him saying that’s exactly what he was and that if he didn’t fuck another Girl again he’d die a happy Man, apart from his Sister or Memsaheb, that is. So after talking about it and planning what they were going to do, as soon as Keki got home from University.
Shabana and Bahadur, who’d finished their fucking a couple of days previously, began their kinky seduction. Shabana started walking around half naked and talking about sex and cock with her widow mother-in-law. Bahadur became also flirty and suggestive towards his sexy Sister Keki.
She was five foot nine with medium length black hair and eyes, a body as curvy and tanned as her Mother, and perfect 36″ boobs. Being a modern girl she also loved showing off her curvaceous body in the skimpy vest tops and tight tee-shirts she wore, without a bra.
Now the original plan was that they’d try to fuck her together. But on the day it was supposed to happen, Shabana had to leave early for an urgent recording of a film-song. However she already told Bahadur that they were gonna make a move that evening. It was around ten o’clock when Bahadur heard the knock on his bedroom door. He thought that her sister was just gonna see if he wanted breakfast.
But it soon became apparent that was the last thing on her mind, especially as all she had on was a tiny white towel wrapped around her stunning body. Bahadur was wearing a pair of loose fitting jogging shorts and not much else. Oh Wow! She looks fucking sensational, and look at that dirty smile, Bahadur said to himself. He felt his cock stir and quickly working out.
“Keki ! Morning sis ! You OK?” he smiled before she dropped her Atom Bomb, seeing no point on wasting any time. ”Well I will be, as soon as you fuck me, Bahadur ! Hee, Hee! Your face! So, what do you reckon, you fucking Hunk? You like?’ she purred, standing at the foot of the bed.
Suddenly she whipped off the towel, leaving him smiling like the Cat who’d got the cream. ”Well yea, of course I do, but I can’t fuck you, Keki? Because, well you’re my own Sister, aren’t you?”
”No! Really? I’d never have guessed so! So what about Bhabiji?”
”What about her?”
”Ha, Ha! You nasty, the fact that you two are already fucking!”
”What? How the fuck did you come to that conclusion?”
“Oh come on, Bhaiya, I’m not daft! You can see it a fucking mile off, the way you are around each other, the whispering and knowing looks! And what about you hitting on me and Bhabiji is behaving like a horny Teenager around you? What the fuck is that all about?” asked Keki.
Now she was lying on the bed next to him running her hands over his hairless chest and rubbing her naked body against his small thin fram. She was looking deep into his dark fuck me eyes and just waiting for his answer.