Zafar was a forest ranger living in a bungalow with a boy who was responsible for all the house chores. The weather was cold, and huge snowfalls were routine. Zafar couldn't leave his station as they were on special duty to protect the forest from illegal logging. One year, his houseboy received a message from home saying his father was seriously ill. He had no choice but to grant his servant leave for the remainder of the season.
When his houseboy left, his chores around the house were going unfinished. Zafar took the matter up with Gull, a lower staff-man. He told him there was no problem.
"You shouldn't worry about it, Sir," he told him, "I'll easily find a solution."
So Gull sent his 38 year-old mother named Sultana to help Zafar with the household chores. She was an efficient and gracious worker. She was exceptionally beautiful, with sparkling wide eyes, beautiful full lips above her firm square chin. Her body was as attractive as her face, with perfect. She was a bit fat around her waist and had luscious full, firm Big breasts, a lovely rounded wide fat tight ass, and that beautiful Red and white complexion, like an apple and milk, common among her kin in the near mountains. Zafar 'd always dreamed of sleeping with a woman like her.
She started work in his bungalow. She arrived in the morning to serve breakfast; Zafar was often busy until early evening, when she left, so they rarely saw each other during the day. But he found himself thinking about her on many nights. Her gorgeous, full body held him spellbound and he desperately wanted her under him.
One cold and stormy morning The snowstorm raged outside, Thunder was rolling. -Zafar remember the temperature was close to 20 below- So he was stayed at home. Sultana came to the bungalow looking coyly at him and treating him like her Sabjee (master); the poor lady thought him Sabjee (master) of her son, thus she spoke to him very respectfully. She prepared breakfast and served him. The food was really very delicious; he appreciated a good meal after so long in the forest on his own.
"This is great," he told her, "It's been a long time since I had food like this."
"Thank you Sabjee (master)," she replied, "I made it very quickly."
"Well I think it's good stuff regardless."
They started talking about anything and everything. Then Sultana asked him, "Are you married, Sabjee (master)?"
"No! I am not married," Zafar replied.
"May I ask you why?"
"Does the fact that I'm unmarried make you uncomfortable?"
"No, Sabjee (master), nothing like that. You are our Sabjee (master); we like you and respect you. I think that you may be still unmarried because you are young."
Zafar laughed and said, "I am a career-oriented person and this career never gave me time to seriously think about marriage."
Then she stood and said to him, "I should start the rest of the chores."
It was then that he understood his time had come. He had seen her eyeing him many times and she had a look about her that told him she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Sultana started cleaning the house and whenever she bent down to sweep or mop, he got a good view of her milky tits. There was plenty of wood, so a nice fire was burning in the fireplace while Zafar stood there hoping to catch glimpse of Sultana's body. He enjoyed the undulations of her tight ass as she walked. When she came near him, all bent over, and her ass touched him, he felt an electric shock. He was not sure if this was an accidental or deliberate move; but when he looked at her, he felt a very clear invitation in her eyes. She finished after an hour.
"May I use the bathroom to wash my hands and face," she asked then. He found her looking at him strangely.
"Sure, why not this is your own house," he replied.
She went to the bathroom, saying, "I will come back in two minutes!"
Zafar was now alone and was thinking about her huge breasts, wide ass and waist, and lovely hips. His cock was a growing pole. And then she came out from the bathroom, drying her face with her chador.
"I am sure you must need a cup of tea," she said.
"No, I have no need of tea. I need only you."
Now he reached for her, grabbing her by the arms, pulled her to him. She blushed and looked at him, surprised. He put his lips on hers while she looked up at him surprisingly, but didn't resist. Then, after a few moments, she started to respond warmly. She was looking very hungry; he kissed her lips, letting his tongue trace a soft, sensuous path all over her lips and around her eager mouth. The room was filled with sighs and the heat of their contact. The cold of the snow was gone and it was as hot as June. Her firm breasts pressed up against his chest soft and full. He wanted to eat those mountainous apples. Meanwhile, his hands were all over her back, caressing sensually and sliding her qameez upwards. Soon he had her boobs uncovered. Her breasts jumped out as if set free from long bondage as Sultana didn't wear a bra. He grabbed her tits in both hands and caressed them slowly. She was moaning as she grasped his face with her hands; she pulled him down so that he could bury his face between her big breasts.
"Kiss the nipple," she was moaning, "Suck it."
Zafar wasted no time in using his tongue all over her nipples. He sucked her breasts like a mad man, and even biting her nipple. She pushed her chest towards him, crying out, "Ohhh," and, "Ahhh."
In one swift movement, Zafar grabbed her hand and put it on his hard and throbbing cock. That shocked her, it felt so different to her. She guessed it had to be different in every way. He really had a big one! It felt like putting her hand onto a long, warm pole, so hot and hard she couldn't believe it. She then grabbed his rock-hard penis. It looked like a heavy log of wood in her hand! His testicles looked huge. His whole cock was stretched tight and she was frightened.
"You have a very big cock, Sabjee (master)," she whispered in his ear.
"Really?" he asked her.
"Yes!"
"Have you seen so many in your life?"
"Yes, but I've never taken one so big in me," she replied. He looked into her face and she shyly hung her head and said, "Sabjee (master), I've wanted you since we first met." Sultana was still rubbing his cock in her soft hand. Zafar was stunned and surprised to hear this as they kissed and fondled each other, but not for long; he wanted to be inside her.
"I want fuck you now. I need you now," he told her.
"I am here for your service. Do with me whatever you wish," she whispered shyly.
Zafar opened her shilwar, which went to the floor and stayed on her feet. She was now totally naked before him; she had nice white, plump fleshy thighs with a small forest of black hair between them. That is his favorite fantasy -a huge, furry pussy. Now she opened his shilwar and it dropped soundlessly.
She looked his cock with fear in her eyes. It was wildly throbbing. The veins running along his cock, were engorged with blood. His cock was sweating, emitting a sensuous and manly smell. Looking at his penis, she got very excited as her cunt began oozing.
Zafar now turned her body, to look at her buttocks. Being a mountain and aged woman, Sultana had very large and fleshy buttocks. He came close to her, from her behind. He circled her with his arms and cupped her breasts lightly. He kept his palms cupped over her breasts without pumping, or squeezing them. Zafar seemed to be relishing the feel of Sultana heavy breasts! He made her sit on the mattress near the fire. He lay down on her lap and began fondling and squeezing her breasts and nipples. Hungrily, he put his mouth on one of her nipples and began sucking one of her nipple. He kept fondling her other breast, with his palm. Sultana was getting excited to have Zafar's mouth upon her nipples. Her pussy became wetter. In his lust, Zafar, began biting her breasts and nipples very roughly. It pained her. He almost sucked off both her nipples.
He made her lie down near the fireplace, He then got up and sat between her thighs. He kissed her all over; up, down, and across her silky breasts. He then climbed on her and spread her thighs further apart. He lowered himself gently as he pushed her legs apart. She took hold of his cock and placed it properly at the opening of her cunt lips. Then, with both hands, he grasped her shoulders. He gave a gentle push and his cock slid inside her sweet pussy. She wondered how it could slide so easily into her cunt with one push and not be painful. Zafar immediately felt her heat; it was as if he had shoved his cock into hot lava.
He started thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then with growing speed.
"Move slowly, Sabjee (master)" she told him, "Otherwise you'll come too soon. Push hard but pace yourself."
Now Sultana was squeezing Zafar's ass and pulling him towards her. She was so tight! He wanted to plunge bodily into her and be enveloped. He began drawing his cock completely from her warmth and then driving it forward; he grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him. Suddenly, she encircled his buttocks with her legs locked together at her heels and, with a violent thrust of hips, locked his throbbing member deep inside her hot paradise. Her strong vaginal muscles seemed determined to milk the semen from him. He was happy to oblige, and began to ram his cock into her as hard as he could. his balls began to slap against her ass as he plowed into her hot cunt. She started to rotate her hips, her pussy tightening around his pole. Zafar felt his balls clenching and he drew perilously near to ejaculation. And, suddenly, it was all done. He filled her cunt with his semen. For a long moment she held him and planted long, sensuous, wet kisses on his face and mouth. When she released him from her grip of legs his now soft penis slipped from her.
They both were sweating. Suddenly lethargic, he collapsed on top her and she held him in her arms as if fearing to let him loose.
"Sabjee (master)! You are great." You were wonderful," he replied, "Better than any before."
"I've been waiting for so long, Sabjee (master)."
"Me, too. From the first day I saw you, I wanted you,"
"Women know," she grinned, "I've seen your lust."
As they lay near the fireplace, her hands moved aimlessly over his body and she took his limp dick in her hands and began to stroke it. Zafar held her to him and kissed her cheeks lightly, then planted a deep kiss on her luscious lips. Her mouth opened to take his tongue and their bodies pressed together. He began to massage her back, moved down to squeeze her ass cheeks. Her stroking awoke his cock as it began to harden once again.
"Be ready," he told her, "I am going to fuck you again my dear."
"Yes, Sabjee (master). I know you want it. I want it, too."
Zafar turned Sultana. Now her ass was towards him while his dick head was pressed into her ass cleavage and his hand was on her breast.
"I want to try and fuck in a new way," he told her.
"Fuck me, Sabjee(master), as you like," she replied.
