There comes a time when the best of things, while not necessarily coming to an end, do tend to get put on hold. It happened to Sam when Ravs got married and left for her honeymoon, though Ravs was insistent on having him tag along. Sam knew that her husband would approve, but he also knew that it would not be the right thing to do.
So, he stayed back in India at a time when the Election bugle was sounded. In hindsight, it was an experience that most people would have loved to have. With film stars jumping on to the politics bandwagon, it was only a matter of time before Sam’s ‘special skills’ got known to some of our women politicians. Make no mistake, these women might bitch about each other in the public eye but when they get behind closed doors they all stick together, no pun intended. Very soon, Sam was called to lend his services.
Some of these women are hot and beautiful. Others not so, in the conventional sense. But the kind of loose tongue they have and the profanities that seem to spew from it is simply too good. They swear and abuse, mostly in Hindi, and that makes it so much better. A few days ago, Sam was called on to serve that blot on India, Mayawati. This is not something many would agree to but Sam knew that if he did not his life could well be in danger. He decided to make the best of this situation and teach give her the kind of fucking he was sure she would never have got and would never get from anyone other than him or Raveena.
He found Maya surrounded by her henchmen who were clad only in their vests, their family jewels exposed. Maya was on her couch, topless, wearing a white Salwar. Her huge breasts sagged to almost her mid-riff, which gave way to a hugely protruding stomach. Sam was not able to believe how hairy this woman was. She had hair all over – arms, underarms, and even on her stomach and back. He shuddered to think of how hairy her cunt, ass, and legs would be. She had a glass of whiskey in her hand.
She made him sit next to her and felt up his pants. She liked it. On her instructions, he stripped off all his clothing and knelt at her feet. She loosened the strings of her salwar, stood up and let it fall to the floor. She wore no panties, like a typical rural Indian. At first impression, Sam thought he was looking at the legs and genitals of an ape. She was a hirsute woman. She spread her legs wide and placed the glass beneath her pussy. Sam could see a thin stream of yellow liquid jet out of her and mix with the liquor in the glass.
She held up the goblet for all to see. Man, these people could do anything to get in her good books. Not only were they all naked, they all seemed to scramble for the glass. Sam knew now why and how Maya wielded so much power. Finally, she decided to give the glass to a young party worker who had a pretty decent mouth and balls. He drank it all up, savouring every drop. She now turned to Sam, and said:
“Sam, tera lund to bahut pyaara aur bada hai. Saala, randwa, gaand bhi ekdam chikni aur mast hai.” (Sam, your cock is very sweet and big. Pimp, your ass is also smooth and wonderful.)
Sam said, “Waise, behenji, aapke mamme to kamaal ke hain. Kitne bade sur sudol.” (Sister, your boobs are also fantastic. Big and round.)
Maya: “Saala, behen bolta hai, behenchod! Par acha laga. Mujhe behenchod aur maderchod bahut pasand hain. Yeh sab mard mere kahene par apni maa aur behen chod dete hain, lekin inmein se kisike paas bhi tere jaisa chodniye lund nahin hain. Chal, aaj tu ek dalit ki beti ko chodega, betichod!” (You call me sister, you sister fucker! But, I like it. All these men here would gladly fuck their moms or sisters of I told them to, but none have as fuckable a dick as yours. Come, today you shall fuck a dalit’s daughter, you daughter fucker!)
Sam: “Agar aap chahein to main aapko khush karne ke liye kuch karoon?” (If you desire, then can I do something to please you?)
