SPANK!
“OWWW. That hurts, Wasim.” Finally Vidya was unable to remain silent. Her ass was now becoming bright red.
SPANK!
“Don’t lie to me again, memsaab.” Wasim grunted, continuing to spank her. “Next time, it will be more severe.”
SPANK!
“I am very sorry, Wasim.” Vidya’s pride was now gone and she was apologizing profusely. “I won’t do it again. I swear, Wasim!”
SPANK!
“Please forgive me, Wasim. I am sorry, Wasim. I won’t do it again, Wasim.”
SPANK!
“Good. Good.” Wasim tenderly rubbed the red butt cheek. “Now say you are my bitch.”
SPANK!
“I am your bitch, Wasim. You know that. I am your randi. Your rakhel. Your mistress.”
“Good girl!” Wasim seemed pleased. “Now spread your legs, and keep your butt up. I am going to fuck your gaand. Not your cunt, memsaab, but your gaand, as punishment.”
“Yes, Wasim. I understand, Wasim. Please be gentle with me. Your lund — your cock — is so huge!”
Wasim spit on his hands and rubbed his dick a couple of times. That was the only lubrication he afforded my wife. Before she knew what was going on, he placed his dick in the crack of her ass and pushed.
“AAAAAAAHHHH!” Vidya cried out, as she felt Wasim’s giant cock bury into her. “Slowly, Wasim. Slowly! OOOOOOH!”
Wasim was in no mood to take it slow and steady. Pretty soon he had his pecker buried deep in my wife. Almost instantly, he started pounding her ass hard, grabbing her waist. With each thrust, Vidya’s moans became louder and louder. The pace was so rapid, her boobs slapped hard against the granite window sill that she was bent over.
“Like it?” Wasim asked moving one hand to her shoulder and making her straighten a little.
“UGGGHGG! AAAAAAH!” Vidya could only moan as Wasim continued to pound her.
“Good! We are going to have a lot of fun, memsaab.”
He didn’t last long. I saw his butt clench, and his face contort, and soon he began pumping his semen into my wife’s ass. When he finally withdrew his cock from her buttocks, there was an audible plop sound.
Vidya was a mess. She was lying bent over the kitchen sill. Her bra had come loose and fallen to the floor. Thick wads of cum ran down her butt and thighs, along with her own juices. Wasim patted her bright red buttocks. He pinched her sharply where he had just spanked her, making her yelp.
“I will be back tomorrow, memsaab. Same time.” He told her. “Make sure you wear something nice. Like that yellow sari that Raveena Tandon wears in the movie Mohra.”
That had been Monday.
I realized that the Board had chosen a couple of the guards, Wasim and Feroz, to supervise the construction project, along with the project foreman Waqar. This meant Wasim and Feroz, rather than having day or night shifts, were now here during the day, and I was away at work. True, they were supervising the construction, but they had an hour off at lunch every day at 1 pm. For the next three days, Wasim would punctually knock on the door at 1 pm every day, and spend an hour in my house, enjoying the charms of my wife Vidya.
On Friday I had a late afternoon meeting off site, so I returned to my office at 3 pm and closed the door to my cabin. Seating myself comfortably, I switched on my laptop and started the camera app. As the screen cleared, buffered and then zoomed out, I realized this was the bedroom camera.