Fucking the Maid: Champa's Training -3
In part 2 , I described how Champa was punished for disobeying her master. After that she learned her lesson. Life was good. She was a submissive slave who unconditionally obeyed her master in every way. It had been 3 years since I had deflowered Champa and now it was time to take it a step further. I knew that Champa had an elder sister (Sushma) who was about 25 years old and about to get married. I also knew that Champa’s mother was a ripe 40 year old bai. One Sunday morning as I was sitting on the sofa reading the paper and Champa was on her knees servicing my cock, I casually asked her when her sister Sushma was due to get married. I pulled her by hair away from my cock so that she could reply…she said “sahib, sushma ki shaadi saat din mein hain”. I teasing asked her if I was invited to the wedding…she was a bit surprised and said “saahib…aap..sushma ki shaadi mein aana chahatey hain? Bilkul saahib…aap ko zazoor aana chahiyay…mein apni maa ko bolongi ki woh khud aakar aapko bulayay”…I replied ” sahi baat boli tunay champa…teri maa ko bol ki woh aaj shyam ko yahan ayay mujhay bulanay”…Champa said “ji saahib…zaroor…” before she could continue i plugged her mouth with my cock again. She obediently went back to pleasing her master…rolling her tongue around my cock head, sucking my balls, licking my cock up & down and then taking all 10 inches into her mouth. I opened her bun letting her hair fall to the floor and pressed her head down on my cock further…choking her a bit as i felt my cockhead hit the back of her throat. Then I unloaded a high protein load of cum into her mouth….while keeping her head pressed to my cock. Tears were coming out of her eyes as she choked on my cum and tried to swallow hurriedly..her bangles jingling as she struggled to break free…Champa had just received her morning breakfast. At sharp 7pm the door bell rang…Champa and I were watching a hardcore porn movie where a black woman was getting gangbanged by 4 white guys. Champa was used to this stuff by now and had obediently gotten down on her knees (she spent 2-3 hours a day on them) and taken her master’s cock into her mouth and was furiously sucking away. I told her to keep doing what she was and not get up…she said “saahib, meri maa hogi…yay aap kya bol rahay hain..” I gave her a hard slap and told her “kutti…haram khor randi…mujhsay muh lagati hai..chup chat choosti ja saali nahi to teri gaand ka aisay haal karongay ki tu chal nahi payagi”…she fearful took my cock back into her mouth…Keep in mind that she was fully dressed i.e. Kashta saree, hair open (i had pulled it open a few minutes before) and nothing else. Bangles, nose ring, a couple of payals. No blouse, no petticoat. I shouted…”andar aao..darwaza khula hai (i had planned it that way)”…Champa’s mother — Shantibai — stepped in…She was astounded into silence at the scene before her. Her precious daughter, on her knees, hair open, barely covered with a 10-incher in her mouth, sucking away as if her life depended on it. I casually asked ” kya hua shantibai….tum udhar kyon khadi ho..idhar aao. Kya tum apni beti sushma ki shaadi mein mujhay bulanay ayi ho?”…Shantibai stuttered…”ji…ji..sahib…haan”. I replied “theek hai…idhar aago…baitho zameen par”. She fearfully and hesitantly came closer and sat on the floor…still shocked to see what she was seeing. I could see the anguish in Champa’s eyes as she continued to suck my cock even as her mom stood a few feet away…she was well aware of what would happen to her if she stopped sucking. I took mercy on her and pulled my cock from her mouth and grabbing her hair..pulled her up. My cock was rock-hard and ready for some action. I told Champa..”aaray Champa tu apni maa kay liye kuch chai ya thanda nahi layagi kya..ja kuch lekar Aa..Meray liye ek glass lana..usmay thodi si daru milakar”.I pulled my cock into my pyjamas (the hard on was clearly visible) and turned by attention to Shantibai. Shantibai was the typical maharashtrian bai. Curvy, tight assed, big tits, long hair in big bun, big red bindi, nose ring, mangalsutra (even though her drunkard hubby had abandoned her several years ago), bangles. Surprisingly, she was decent looking too…bearing a slight resemblance to Jayaprada. She was 40 years old having borne 2 daughters at a young age. I asked her “to batao shanti bai..kaisay aana hua? Tum chup kyon ho gayi?”….”maalik, mein aapko apni beti Sushma ki shaadi mein bulanay aayi hoon. Apki bahut kripa hogi agar aap shaadi mein aayangay”…I replied “zaroor shantibai..mein bilkul sushma ki shaadi mein aaonga..” I asked her how the preparations were coming along and if she needed any money..i knew these people were really poor….I told her that I would give her Rs. 50,000 for the wedding expenses (at that time I was earning appx. 1-2 crores a year via my businesses, so this was a petty amount)…Shanti was shocked by my offer and started to profusely thank me…i got up and walked towards her and told her to stand up…i grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her towards me saying “ab shantibai tu woh kaam khatam kar jo teri beti champa kar rahi thi jab tu yahan aayi”..she tried to struggle and get away, saying “saahib yay aap kya kar rahay hain…mein ek shaadi shuda aurat hoon..”..I replied “mujhay maaloom hay teray pati kay baray mein shantibai…tu to bahut akeli hogi itnay saalon say…aa…mein tujhay asli mard dikhata hoon…” Saying that, I grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly and threw her on the sofa….She tried to get up and run but I was on top her in a flash ripping apart her blouse in seconds…she continued to struggle but i slapped her face hard twice and she quiet down. Then I pulled her up to a sitting position on the sofa and ordered her to open her mouth.