As you all know from my previous stories in this series, I liked doing kinky things to my 'bai' Urmila. Straight sex, anal, blowjobs, whipping etc. She had no choice but to submit to my lust and satisfy my sexual needs. It was great fun.
One day I got home from work at around 8 pm. It had been a long, stressful day and I needed some release. I had a few things in mind that would ease my tension. Urmila was in the TV room, sitting on the floor, watching TV. She was wearing a traditional, red maharashtrian saree -- with blouse & petticoat (because I hadn't been in the house all day) -- with her hair tied tightly in a big juda, wearing a nose ring, bangles etc. She was sitting on her ass with her legs pulled up in front of her. Not for long.
She looked at me and smiled naughtily as I walked into the TV room. I bet she was thinking about the multiple orgasms I had given her that morning before leaving for work. I asked her if dinner was ready, and she said yes. I walked out of the room and came back after a few minutes with a glass full of whiskey with water. I walked up to the TV/Video and started up a new hardcore porn movie that had just arrived by mail a day earlier. Without saying a word to her, I walked back to the couch and sat down, sipping my drink.
Even after months of being made to watch the porn movies, Urmila still was shy and surprised by what she saw. That surprise was mixed with anxiety and fear, because experience told her that eventually she would end up doing the same things whether she wanted to or not. I finished my drink & left the room. 5 minutes later I came back with the 2nd drink after changing into shorts & t-shirt. As I re-entered the TV room, I grabbed Urmila's big juda of hair with my left hand, compelling her to get up as I roughly dragged her to the couch, her hair coming half undone by the time she was in position -- on her knees, submissive, waiting for her master to use her. It was an awesome feeling.
My hard cock fully in her wet mouth as I sipped on the whiskey. A tight piece of ass on her knees, her hair half undone falling down to her back, sucking my cock as if her life depended on it. From time to time she looked up at me while she gagged on my cock. In one hand I had a glass of whiskey, and in the other a handful of thick, soft black hair. It was an amazing high. Then I had a thought. I told her to get up.
When she did, I ordered her to take a swig from my glass. She was shocked. She had never touched booze in her life. At first she refused. Two hard slaps to her face resolved that matter. She winced as the strong booze went down her throat. I grabbed her neck from the back with one hand, ordered her to open her mouth wide, and emptied a double peg of whiskey and water into her mouth. I pushed her back down on her knees. I left her in that position for a few minutes and came back with the glass refilled.
She was horrified. I gave her the glass and told her to take a swig --- but not to swallow it. She was to keep the booze in her open mouth as I inserted my cock into her mouth. Then I ordered her to swirl the liquid in her mouth around my cock. My cock was enveloped by the warm booze that tingled a little. That combined with her tongue movements was enough to make me scream. I roughly grabbed her head with both hands and rammed my cock into her mouth. She gagged on it. The booze came oozing out of her mouth and seconds later I came violently, filling her mouth with a huge load of cum. Then I pulled out and watched her cough, swallow & spit out a combination of booze & sperm. The look on her face said it all. She was her master's slave.
One weekend afternoon, after yet another session of getting her ass pounded, hair pulled and pussy mutilated, Urmila told me that she wanted to visit her village for a couple of weeks. I told her that she could go as long as she made arrangements for someone to take over her 'duties' for that time period. She was shocked at that statement and pleaded with me that how could she find someone like that. I told her that it was up to her to decide or else she could not go. She knew I had photos of her in compromising positions that I could use as blackmail to make her stay. A few days later, as I returned from work in the early evening, I found Urmila in the kitchen. But not alone.
With her was a young, innocent looking Maharashtrian girl, probably only 18 - 19 years old. She was dressed in a blue salwar kameez that barely contained her bulging tits -- 36C as I later found out -- tight little body (5 feet tall), and sexy ass. No fat to be noticed anywhere. And most importantly, her cock-hardening, long, silky black hair. She had left it open as most young girls do and when I entered the kitchen she had it displayed in front, covering her the right side of her body and falling down to her crotch area. I was instantly aroused. Urmila probably realized what I was thinking.
She quickly interjected. "Maalik, ya meri mausi ki baytee -- Indu -- hai. Jab mein gaon jaaongi, ya aapkay leeya kaam karaygi." (Master, this is my cousin Indu. When I go to the village, she will work for you)
I could not believe my luck! I wondered if Urmila had indicated to Indu what the full extent of her duties would be. I was about to find out soon enough. I took Urmila aside into the living room and asked her if she had told Indu anything. She was shocked.
"Nahin saahib. Indu bacchi hai. Sirf unnees saal ki hai. Mein aapsay bheekh mangti hoon, isko kuch mat kareeya. Accha kaam karti hai. Naadan hai." (No master. Indu is a young girl. Only 19. I beg you please do not do anything to her. She will do good work. She is innocent).
