Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

"Oh, God, Pawan, your cock feels so good in my ass. I never knew it could be this way," said Payal.

With a thrill, he realized that he was taking her anal cherry. "You mean this is your first ass fuck?"

"Yes, Pawan, you're the first to have me back there. My late husband had asked about it before, but until today, I never realized that it could be anything but painful. Now, let's quit talking and get down to some serious butt banging." she insisted.

Wasting no time, he began to pull back, unsheathing his cock, watching as the flesh which had been pushed in on his insertion began to move in the other direction, exposing some of the pink interior of her back door. He pulled back slowly until only the head of his cock was contained, and then began to slowly, but not as slowly as at first, push the entire length back inside. Again, and again he repeated the procedure, establishing a rhythm and picking up speed gradually until he was pulling her with his entire length with a speed and force that pleased both of them.

Payal began to use her hands to play with her pussy, stroking her clit and plunging several fingers in her empty cunt hole, increasing the pressure on his cock. He gripped her hips in both hands and began to increase the force and speed of his thrusts, watching as though hypnotized as his long, greasy, prick easily slipped in and out of that tight opening.

Payal began to cum first, her fingers a blur as she stroked her clit. His first clue was the sudden clamping down by her anal ring around the base of his cock as the first wave of her orgasm struck. Clench, unclench. Clench, unclench. Her insides alternately grabbed and released him as her climax rolled through her body. He doubled his efforts, seeking his own release, and soon he was slamming into her ass, glad for the abundance of lubricant which enabled him to fuck Payal's butt with abandon. She became even more wild, and he began to have trouble staying in the saddle. Feeling the beginnings of his own climax, he shortened his strokes and tightened his grip on her hips, driving toward what he felt was going to be the most powerful orgasm he had yet experienced.

Then, it was upon him. His balls twitched and he buried his entire length into her clenching, gripping asshole and held it there as his sperm began to spew. She came again, feeling the heat of his injection, and her muscle action was all that was required to milk his balls. After the first several spurts, Pawan Kumar began to fuck again, his slimy produce adding to the slipperiness of her back channel, and his cock continued to jerk - pouring forth more and more come. There was so much that it could not be contained by her asshole and it began to leak out, running down over her pussy and dripping to the bed. Pawan Kumar couldn't stop cumming. Even after his balls were drained dry, his cock stayed hard and he could feel the contractions of muscles which were trying to ejaculate semen which just wasn't there. His vision blurred, and for a moment he felt like he was going to black out. Then the moment passed and he was aware that Payal had been powerfully moved as well, her ass still clasping the remains of his erection firmly within her liquid depths.

Payal fell forward and he fell with her, and they lay on the bed together, his cock still embedded in her ass. They rolled on their sides in order to avoid pressure on her protruding womb, and his gradually softening member began to withdraw until finally, the action of her rectal tissues forced it out completely and it plopped wetly against her thigh. Pawan Kumar held Payal close in his arms, nuzzling and kissing the back of her neck and her shoulders, his hand reaching around her body to gently stroke her swollen belly and big breasts. Their breathing was still somewhat labored from their excertions, and he could feel Payal's body still shaking and quivering in the aftermath of her powerful orgasms.

After sometimes, Pawan Kumar got up, went to bathroom, and washed his penis. Then he put on his dresses, it was already 8.00PM.

He embraced Payal, kissed on her lips, and said, "Dear, are you happy now?"

"Very much, after a longtime," she replied.

"Dear, I have to move now otherwise I will be getting late and Manasi must be worried," said Pawan Kumar.

Manasi cuddled him like a child, and said, "When will you come next time? I am missing you too much."

"Don't worry my dear! I will visit you often. Before coming, I will give you a ring," said Pawan Kumar.

Pawan Kumar reached the Apartment by 9.00PM. He entered his flat, and found two girls, Tapasee and Debashree studying. On seeing him, the girls greeted him. He entered his room, and took a bath. After taking bath, he felt soothing in his entire body as he had spent much energy today on Kavita and Payal.

In the meantime, Manasi entered in to his room.

"Today, you are too late," inquired Manasi.

"I visited Payal to inquire about her health as she is in advance stage of her pregnancy," replied Pawan Kumar.

"You have done the right thing. The poor lady, alone, with carrying a baby of her late husband. We should take care of her. We are the close relatives of her as she is the mother of our daughter-in-law Aprajita," said Manasi in a sympathetic tone.

After remaining silent for a moment, Manasi said, "Dada, you see, I am also worried about Aprajita, my daughter-in-law as she is also in her advance stage of pregnancy. Rupa has already gone to Chennai to take care of her daughter who is expected to deliver her baby within short time, so I also want to go to Bangalore to take care of my daughter-in-law Aprajita as I know my son Tapan is totally immature. God knows how he is taking care of his wife."

"Don't worry Manasi! I am expected to visit Chennai in this month for my land matter. I will visit Kakoli and Rupa, and from there I will visit Bangalore to see both Tapan and Aprajita," consoled Pawan Kumar.

"OK, Dinner is ready. I will serve you. Just wait for some minutes," said Manasi, and left his room.

After sometimes, Manasi came with dish of dinner in a tray. After finishing the dinner, Manasi was about to leave from his room with empty tray.

Pawan Kumar said, "Wait Manasi." He moved nearer her. He tightly embraced her, cupped her two melon breasts above the saree, and started kissing her. He probed his tongue forcefully inside her mouth, and started sucking her tongue. For a moment, Manasi could not realise what was happening, she was paralyzed for a moment. Then with a sudden jerk, she disengaged herself from Pawan Kumar.

In a surprised look, she said, "Dada, what are you doing? Do you have faintest idea that Girls are studying in next room? What will happen if they see us in this position?"

"Sorry! Manasi, I could not resist myself. I had the happiest moments with you few years back when these kids were small, and no doubt it is very risky now as they have grown up," said Pawan Kumar.

"Yes, Dada, it is very risky now as these grown up girls understand everything. In presence of them, how can I let you fuck. Further, I am also afraid of pregnancy as you have already impregnated me once with a girl. Now, at this age when my son is married, my daughter-in-law is pregnant, and with a young grownup girl Tapasee if I get pregnant further, then imagine what impression my family will have on me?" said Manasi.

Pawan Kumar in his inner self saying, "Manasi, I have impregnated you with a daughter. I have also impregnated your daughter-in-law Aprajita who is expected to deliver my baby in near future."

"I am sorry Dada," Pawan Kumar was distracted by the voice of Manasi.

"It is OK, Manasi, actually now-a-days I am missing very much both of you (Rupa and Manasi). Last time, I got an opportunity to fuck Rupa in train while I was accompanying her to Chennai. But I have not got any chance to fuck you till date. Last time, I fucked you when you invited me for a special lunch prepared by your daughter-in-law. If you are afraid of pregnancy, at least let me fuck you in your ass hole," said Pawan Kumar.

"OK, Dada, if opportunity comes, I will let you fuck in my ass hole," said Manasi, and left the room.

Then, Pawan Kumar was feeling tired after his random fucking to two women in the day. He went in to a deep sleep.

Savita, the sweeper of Pawan Kumar's Bank was staying in a slum area just near Howrah Bridge, on the bank of Hooghly River where most of the emigrant labour force from the different parts of the state's rural areas and neighboring states had taken refuge in the small hut like infrastructures. Her hut was situated in the side of main drainage where the effluent of city was passing to the River. She was acquainted with the hard sewage smell coming from main drainage below his hut for so many years. This was natural. She was from rural west Bengal area but after her marriage, she came to live in this slum area where life was hell in dingy houses of high density and congestion, overcrowding, insanitary conditions, and absence of basic amenities like water supply.

Her neighbor huts were thick clusters of small, dilapidated mud huts, the roofs and ceilings of which were made of scraps of wood, gunny sacks, metal or some sort of waste material. In her area 10 to 12 people used to live, eat and sleep in the same room. The streets were narrow and the sewage water stagnated in open surface drains, which emitted further bad smell. The children would often play in places where the drains were used as open latrines.

After her marriage, and coming here, Savita felt how difficult life was when she had to queue up for a long time to use a row of public toilets and to bathe. The community toilets were in pathetic conditions. Plenty of them had no doors and the ones that had doors had no latches. Enclosures were there for taking showers, without doors and without tap connection. Toilets were full of filth and human excreta as water supply was not frequent. Her husband would take bath at a roadside water hydrant in full view of the passing public, every male person in the slum would do it as it was a part of their daily life.

She started to understand the humiliation of a life with no privacy ever, and no bathroom or toilet. The lanes were narrow and the houses were nothing but a single room tenement without the facilities of an open courtyard or an enclosure, thus depriv¬ing the people of natural gifts like sunshine and air.

People would use common latrines and water taps. Some of the slum areas do not even have single room. But God blessed Savita when she got the job of a sweeper in Bank. Now, she had a single hut, partitioned by three rooms behind a mountain of full garbage, piles of plastic bottles and heap of used polyethene. In other words, her hut was situated near the dump yard of city's wastage. She had her own open toilet just above the main drainage surrounded by pieces of broken woods and cardboards open to the sky. She had built it in such a way that while in toilet, the wastages would fall in to the drainage and automatically would be swept away with the flow of sewage water.

Savita was very respected in her slum area as she was a sweeper in the Bank. She was only 37 years old with big fatty plump body. She had the biggest melon like breasts and the widest buttock cheeks. When she would walk, her breasts and buttocks would be swaying in a violent manner. She was a giant figure. Her complexion was black. Although she had a sharp feature in her face, but her face was full of poke marks. Nobody would care to look at her as she was too ugly. By the grace of Pawan Kumar, she bore two sons from him who were very much fair in color. Her husband would proudly proclaim for having two fair sons when all the kids in that slum area were dirty and black. After all, they were children of Pawan Kumar.

Her husband Shyamlaal aged around 55 years was also sweeper in a factory. The life was running very smoothly and happily for them, but Misfortune and bad luck fell on Savita when her husband started taking cheap country made wine and became a regular drinker. There would not be a single day when he would not be drunk. He also developed another vice, whole day he would pass his time in gambling with his slum friends. He would not do his duty in factory. Ultimately, one day the factory kicked him out of his service, and he became unemployed.

Now, Savita was the only earning member of the family. Thank to Pawan Kumar, he was helping her financially, even arranged some furniture and a small TV. Every day they would quarrel. In late night, Shyamlaal would come in drunken stage, create noise. Savita was always a domineering figure as she was earning, and managing the livelihood. She would sometimes beat and kick her husband. Sometimes, when Savita would feel horny, she would urge her drunken husband to fuck her, even she would suck his penis for an erection, but in vain it would not erect.

Savita would burst out, "You bastard, you have ruined my life. Whole day you are doing nothing, simply passing your time leisuly by gambling, and this cheap wine has destroyed you, this wine has made you impotent, even you are not able to fuck me. You wait for the day when I will be fucked by others in front of you."

Shyamlaal had taken loans from various persons who would come every day to knock their door, to nudge him for repayment of loans. Savita was very much disturbed by all these affairs.

Sometimes, while seeking financial assistance from Pawan Kumar, she would express her grievances before Pawan Kumar, "Sahib, my husband has a huge debt. He is a useless man, really. He gambled and lost and gambled again and lost. Now my family runs with the salary I am getting from Bank, and financial assistance given by you. My husband is really not a man. He lied to my parents by pretending to be well off when he was always borrowing money and always in debt, now he is unemployed, a heavy drinker, a gambler, and even he is not able to satisfy me in bed,"

With an advice from Pawan Kumar, Savita had arranged a Rickshaw for her husband. But the most regretting fact is that after paying the daily dues to the Rickshaw owner, her husband would spend the rest earned money after wine and gambling.

Shyamlaal was always a submissive man, and Savita enjoyed dominating him. In one late night, Shyamlal entered his hut, and found his wife Savita in deep sleep, he was drunk. Savita was sprawled across the bed, and her pallu slid above from her big breasts. In a rhythmical manner, the mound of her breasts was going up and down with her breathing. Shyamlaal stared her for a moment, and wanted to fuck her. He woke up her.

Savita was disturbed from her deep slumber, she woke up with wiping her eyes, and in an irritating voice, she barked, "What happened? What made you to wake me up at this odd hour? What's your problem?"

For a moment, Shyamlaal got nervous, he swallowed his spit as he cannot face his dominating wife.

"My dear Savita, you are looking very beautiful. I love you very much," said Shyamlaal in a nervous tone.

With a surprise look to her husband, she said, "So what! It seems, tonight you are heavily drunk."

"No darling, today I want to fuck you," Shyamlaal said in a mellow voice.

In a taunting voice, Savita replied, "My dear husband, how can you fuck me? The wine has made you completely impotent, even you are hardly getting an erection. Why don't you invite some of your friends so that they could fuck me in front of you?"

"No, Darling, let me try in another way, so that I could get an erection, and fuck you," requested Shyamlaal.

Shyamlaal picked out his small flaccid cock, and said, "Just suck it."

Savita knelt before her husband, and tried to suck the flaccid small cock of her husband. While sucking his cock, Shyamlaal said, "You have always taunted me for others fucking you in front of me, but I have never been angry rather I have enjoyed it. I imagine others fucking you."

While talking like this to Savita, and his small flaccid cock in her mouth, suddenly Shyamlaal felt that his flaccid cock had been transformed in to a moderate hard one. Without wasting his time, he made Savita lie on bed, lifted her saree, and jabbed his moderate hard one inside her cunt, and pushed. His small cock was inside the cunt of Savita,

He said to Savita, "My darling wife, you take the names of all my friends, take the name of money lender, and pretend that they are fucking you now."

Savita was very much surprised for this strange behavior of her husband; she had never cuckolded openly although she was being fucked by Pawan Kumar occasionally. She started saying the names of her husband's friends, "Ramesh, fuck me...ohhh you have got a big cock. Raghu, fuck me more...fuck...fuckkk. Madan, I cannot take your so big cock inside my cunt, Madan, your cock is bigger than my husband. My husband has a small cock, Madan, fuck me with force, bite my nipples, give me your seeds in my womb so that you could impregnate me, ohhhhhh...fuck Raghu..."

By hearing all this, Shyamlaal could not resist himself, he shoot his load in a hurry inside Savita. Then he climbed off from Savita in a satisfied manner. Savita studied her husband's manner, and secretly smiled. This manner continued whenever Shyamlaal would feel horny to fuck his wife.

But now Savita was disturbed. She came to know that Pawan Kumar was going to be retired after eight months. She was worried as her financial source from Pawan Kumar will come to an end.

It was a Sunday morning. Savita woke up from bed by the noise outside in slum. He found her children sleeping in bed, and her husband was sleeping on the floor. Hurriedly, she gathered her water pots, and went outside. There was a queue before the water tank, luckily it was not a big line, she filled her buckets and water pots quickly with water. It was a daily routine for her to reserve water for cooking, toilet, and bathing purpose. When she returned, he found her husband still sleeping.

She kicked him, and said, "Hey, sleepy dog, why don't you wake up? It has become day."

Shyamlal, her husband woke up with wiping his eyes.

Savita said to her husband, "It is already late. I have to attend my toilet, and afterwards, I will take bath. Now, I cannot prepare breakfast, so go and bring some idlies and Badas (food items for breakfast). Be hurry."

While taking breakfast, Savita turned towards her husband, and said, "Our Bank Manager, Pawan Kumar Sahib is so kind hearted and because of him only my job as a sweeper in Bank got permanent. Whenever I have approached him for money, he was generous enough to donate me money without hesitation. It is sad that he is going to be retired after few months." Savita was almost in tears.

"Yes, yes, dear." Shyamlaal said, "Sahib has indeed been very kind with us."

"Yes, my dear husband. We must repay his kindness with our warmth. We may be poor but we have a lot of love to give him."

"Yes, dear, you are right. Sahib is indeed very compassionate to us," said Shyamlaal.

"But, before his retirement, I would request him to do something good for you," said Savita.

"What do you mean?" asked Shyamlaal in a puzzled tone.

"Try to understand, you rascal dog. You have ruined the family by taking heavy debts from various persons, and I doubt, you can repay those. Secondly, you need a new Rickshaw of your own financed by Bank. So, I would request my Boss, Pawan Kumar Sahib to give a loan from Bank so that we could repay the debts, and also to finance a new Rickshaw for you. Do you understand fool?" said Savita.

"But, how could it be possible? Why should he be agreeing with your proposal?" asked her husband.

Savita was sure that she could get it done from Pawan Kumar as he was fucking her. But she had to convince her husband by something lie and cooked up things.

"You see! Pawan Kumar Sahib is a pure gentle man. I know he is a widower for so many years. In this world, sex is the only powerful thing to attract, seduce and induce anybody. Sometimes, I have secretly noticed, Pawan Kumar Sahib would stare at my big breasts, and he would grow a bulge inside his pant. He was unaware that I was noticing everything what happened in him. Being a widower, he is still sex starved, but he cannot express it before everybody as he is a Bank Manager, in a high position. So, what we have to do, we have to invite him once to our hut, and I will seduce him for sex. Once he fucks me, definitely he could help us to sanction a money loan and a new Rickshaw. Even you can also enjoy our fucking by watching secretly," said Savita directly to her husband.

Shyamlaal got stunned for a moment. Then imagining a high-class gentleman fucking her wife, a slum woman got him a hard one immediately inside his lungi.

He fumbled his voice, "Errrre...ye...yes we can do it."

"I am doing this for you, husband dear." Savita answered him in her sweet, seductive voice. "Pawan Kumar Sahib loves me a lot and he is very kind hearted person, he never feels the difference of classes, if I invite him, be sure he will never say no to me. My dear husband, He can help you with all your debts and you can have a new Rickshaw."

"Really?" Shyamlaal's heart gave a sudden flutter, "Oh, yes, dear, and I will remain so grateful to you for making such a sacrifice. I thank you for it."

"I am doing all this for you husband," Savita's voice was dry, "I hope you will still want me after he would fuck me but mind it, I am compelled to give him pleasure only for you."

It was Saturday, weekend of the Bank as Bank will be closed by 2.00 PM, afternoon. Pawan Kumar was

flipping through some files in his cabin. Then he heard the sound of opening of the door of his cabin, and a familiar voice, "May I come in Sir?"

It was Santosh, his junior officer. Pawan Kumar lifted his face, and said, "Ohh...Santosh it is you, come, please take your seat."

"I understand, workload has increased on you after resignation and departure of Kavita. You are shouldering responsibilities of her job. But I have strongly recommended for your promotion. I am sure, you will get your promotion this year before my retirement," Pawan Kumar said in an appreciating tone.

"Thank you, Sir, you have always been my guide and mentor. I always admire and adore you," said Santosh in an obliged voice.

"So, Santosh, how about my beloved Paro, your wife? How about my kids?" asked Pawan Kumar.

Santosh replied, "Everybody is fine Sir except Paro. Since you have stopped visiting our house, she is always remembering you. It has been quite a long time, she has not been fucked by you, and what I feel, her cunt has become dry which needs shower from your cock."

Pawan Kumar smiled, and said, "Not only Paro is suffering, but I think you are the big sufferer. Unless you watch me fucking your wife, you cannot satisfy your own sexual urge. So, for these days, how are you satisfying your sexual urge?"

"Sir, I am watching a lot of cuckold videos, and imagine that you are fucking my young wife Paro in front of me, and I am masturbating. But my poor wife Paro who is deprived of your big cock has no alternative but to push carrot inside her cunt to satisfy her sexual urges. The purpose of my visit to you now is that today is weekend, so I have come to invite you to visit my house today evening. Please spend the tonight and whole day of tomorrow at our house, so we both can entertain you," said Santosh.

"You see Santosh, I am bored with simply visiting your house, fucking your wife in front of you. I need some newness, some changes in this sexual game. If some changes take place in this game, would you object?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"No Sir, you can do anything, you can assign me any task, I will be obliged to do, even I am ready to serve as a servant to you and Paro. I will abide by everything imposed by you provided you fuck my wife. Please sir, I request you honestly," said Santosh.

"OK, after closing of the Bank in afternoon, we both will go to market. I will buy a new sofa set, a sonny TV for your household. I will also buy a Dunlop Bed Mattress so that I could fuck your wife comfortably. Lastly, I will give some gift packet for your wife. You will take all these to your house, and by evening I will reach your house. Tell Paro to prepare a nice dish of dinner for me," said Pawan Kumar.

By 2.00 'o' clock when Bank was closed, both Pawan Kumar and Santosh went to nearby market.

Their first stop was the furniture store. Pawan Kumar picked out a luxurious sofa set containing a three-seater and a love seat, with deep cushions that would make you sink in, in chocolate colors to match Santosh's house. Santosh's eyes bulged at the cash that Pawan Kumar casually handed over to the cashier as the sofa set was very costly. He paid extra to have it delivered that afternoon. It would be there at Santosh's house when he would visit his house in evening. Then Pawan Kumar purchased a new Sony TV, and the Dunlop mattress. He paid the money and instructed cashier to deliver these to Santosh's house immediately.

Then they went to the clothing store where Pawan Kumar bought some lungis, t-shirts and underwear for himself. Santosh wondered why he was buying these clothes, but he kept his mouth shut.

And then they entered the ladies' section.

"Let's buy some more undergarments for your wife." Pawan Kumar told him, much to his discomfort. "A beautiful woman like her always needs beautiful lingerie."

Pawan Kumar rubbed his hand in to palm of Santosh that he was not man enough to provide the necessities for his wife.

"Thank you, sir," was all he could mutter in reply, "I could never afford to buy her these."

Pawan Kumar bought some bras, all the time asking Santosh whether his wife's breasts would fit them or if the bra was too large or too small. Santosh stammered in his replies, once saying, "You know best sir." Pawan Kumar laughed silently.

"I am making sure all the bras we buy are half a size small." Pawan Kumar told him, "They would not be uncomfortable for her to wear, but would make your wife's perky breasts stand up and be noticed. She has big breasts, and she should be proud of them."

"Yes, sir. You are right, sir. I am also proud of her breasts, sir," said Santosh.

"I like her nipples best," Pawan Kumar told him, "They are quite round."

Pawan Kumar made Santosh drop him near bus-stop, and handed over him all his purchases. He said, "You also keep my new clothes packet in your house as I would need these frequently when I spend night in your house."

"And make sure to tell Paro about her gifts." Pawan Kumar told him, "She can examine the bras before I reach in the evening." Santosh nodded meekly.

It was late afternoon when Santosh reached home. The furniture, TV, and mattress had already been delivered and arranged in their places, and Paro was busy in cooking. The children were very happy, and jumping over the new sofa set.

"Hungry?" She turned to her husband as he walked in.

"Yes, dear." Santosh's stomach growled. Paro gave him a good meal, and Santosh ate everything. He burped, much to Paro's annoyance.

"How come, you have purchased all these luxurious items. Where did you get such heavy money?" asked Paro.

"Ohhh...no, I am a poor man, I cannot afford these. Sir has purchased all these for us and he is also visiting our house in evening, and he will be spending tonight with us," said Santosh.

The moment she heard about the arrival of Pawan Kumar, the bell of joy was ringing in her mind, and she felt a tingling sensation inside her cunt. Immediately, she became absentminded in presence of her husband.

Santosh stared at her, and he could feel his wife's joyness as his wife's face and her body language had been completely changed by the name of Pawan Kumar.

"Hey, what are you thinking? Sir has also presented special gifts for you. I have placed it on bed. Sir has instructed to check the packet before his arrival in the evening," said Santosh.

Hearing this, Paro rushed immediately to her bedroom. Once Paro saw the gift packet, and opened it, she called out her husband to the bedroom.

"Look at this bra, isn't it lovely! I am going to try this on right now! She dropped her pallu and popped open her blouse. Reaching around her back, she unclipped her bra and it dropped to the floor. Her boobs sprang out, free. Santosh's cock stirred. Ordinarily he would have rushed to grab those boobs but he knew that his urge was temporarily, he had no inclination to fuck his wife as her cunt was someone else's property, even though she was his wife. Paro made it a point to try out all the bras.

"Look, my dear husband! Sir is so clever! He bought it just small, so it smashes my boobs together," said Paro in a naughty voice.

"Yes, dear," replied Santosh.

"Do you think he will like me in these?" Paro modeled one black bra and swung her chest about, her boobs juggling beneath the bra.

"I am sure sir will love it," Santosh replied, "You look lovely in these bras."

"He also likes me without bras." Paro giggled. Then she started to put away the bras, and Santosh left the room.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at their main entrance door. Santosh responded by opening the door. He found a beautiful girl with two heavy bags standing outside. It was Urmila, his niece (eldest daughter of his sister) She came forward, and touched his feet. Santosh blessed her by touching his palm on her head.

"What's a surprise Urmi, how about this sudden visit without informing us?" asked Santosh.

"Uncle, I will tell everything, first let us pay the Rickshaw puller who has fetched me from bus-stop," said Urmi.

Santosh looked towards outside, and found the waiting Rickshaw puller. Santosh paid him the money, and ushered Urmi to his drawing room.

Urmila was a very beautiful young girl. She was very fair and white in complexion, having an innocent face with sharp features. She was only 18 years old, and had just entered in to her college life. She was the only close relative of Santosh as she was the daughter of Santosh's only one sister, and Santosh was the only maternal uncle of Urmi (as everybody fondly call her). Santosh had seen her birth, seen her as a toddler, and now he was very surprised to find her niece as a big girl. The only quality lacking Urmi was that she was not a modern girl like metro girls in Kolkata. She had come from a rural background; her outfits were simple salwar and kameez. But the best qualities of the rustic girls are that they were very simple and honest by their heart. City girls were very matured and sly, but the rustic girls would be a totally contrast to this by their nature as they were too innocent, and could be lured easily. Urmila represented that category of rustic girls.

"Uncle, my mom has sent some homemade cakes, other food items, fruits and vegetables from our garden which are in these bags. Please keep those," said Urmi, "Where are my cousins?" she called the children and handed over them packets of chocolates.

In the meantime, Paro entered with a Plate of sweets and snacks, and a glass of water which she placed before Urmi.

"How are you Paro Aunty?" greeted Urmi. Urmi got up and bent before Paro, and touched her feet for seeking blessings. Paro blessed her. It was sheer embarrassment for Paro to bless her as both Aunty and niece were too young. Paro was only 25 years, and her niece Urmi was 18 years. She was only 7 years senior to her. But as she was the maternal Aunty of Urmi, as per social customs and traditions, Urmi had to touch her feet, and Paro had to bless her by touching her head.

Urmi started saying, "One week ago, we had summer vacation in college. I thought, I should spend my summer vacation in Kolkata with my uncle and aunty, but I wanted to give a surprise of my visit to both of you, so I did not inform you earlier." She giggled in her girlish manner.

"Really, it was a surprise," said Paro, and both husband and wife made a fake smile. Both of them exchanged meaningful glances as they were unhappy with the sudden appearance of Urmi as they had a full night fucking programme with Pawan Kumar. At the same time, they cannot avoid Urmi who was a close and blood line relative of them.

"OK, Urmi, now you take rest here and be relaxed as you might have been tired by the journey," said Santosh, and left the drawing room leaving Urmi alone.

Both wife and husband entered to bed room.

"My dear Husband!" Paro sat down on one side of the bed and beckoned her husband to come over near to her, "The whole programme of tonight is spoiled. What to do? Sir would arrive in evening, and we cannot send him back...then?"

"Let me think over the matter," said Santosh.

Santosh's house was an old model house in dilapidated condition. The walls of the house have started cracking. The wooden doors of the house were also cracked being too old through which sunray would come inside the room. The house had three rooms. From outside, if anybody would enter the house, one could step in a big room which Santosh was using as drawing room. Just towards left side of the drawing room there was a toilet/bathroom which was common to the members of the household. The adjunct was kitchen room. Then two bedrooms were attached to drawing room, and both had direct access to drawing room through the doors. But the peculiarity of the bed rooms were that those two bed rooms were further connected with a door. Paro and Santosh were using one of the bedrooms which had attached bathroom as their main bedroom, and the other bedroom was being used as an extra bed room or guest room. Since their main bed room was directly attached with other bedroom through a door, Paro would never forget to latch the door properly from her bed room side while being fucked by Pawan Kumar as the children and Santosh would be sleeping in the other side. Since this wretched old house was situated in the outskirt of the city, Santosh was also paying a cheap and meagre amount as rent to the house owner, and the house owner had no objection.

Paro said, "Let Urmi and the children sleep in the guest room." indicating the midway door between her bedroom and other bed room. I would properly latch this door. After their sleeping, we would also latch properly the entry door of guest room and drawing room so that this bed room and drawing room would be used exclusively by us, and neither Urmi nor children would have an access to us during our activities. Once our activities would be over, we could unlatch the door between guest room and drawing room in case Urmi or children would want to go to bathroom."

"Nice idea," appreciated her husband.

Before approaching evening, Pawan Kumar took bath and dressed himself properly. He called Manasi, and said, "I am going to a friend's house. We have a dinner party in his house, since it would be late in night, I would spend the night at his house, and I would return by tomorrow evening."

"OK," replied Manasi.

He purchased some packets of Cadbury chocolates for the children, and also purchased a diamond ring for Paro, and reached Santosh's house after one hour. It was already dark by the time he reached. He knocked the door. The door was opened by a very beautiful girl, staring at him in an innocent manner. She was like a fresh morning bud not converted to flower yet. He had never seen this girl before in Santosh's house. The beautiful girl was in yellow Salwar kameez. (The salwar kameez is a traditional common outfit worn by Indian girls which the city girls have discarded quite a longtime. It comprises a pair of trousers known as the salwar and a tunic called the kameez. Traditionally, the salwar trousers are tailored to be long and loose-fitting with narrow hems above the ankles that are stitched to look like cuffs). Secretly, with his side glance, Pawan Kumar noticed her round breasts above Kameez which were bulged out prominently and must be 32 in size. Her fleshy thighs could be seen also from her salwar. He was mesmerized by her beauty for a while.

"Who is it?" the voice and footsteps of Santosh were heard from distance.

"Oh! Sir, it is you, good evening, please come in sir," Santosh ushered him to drawing room.

Pawan Kumar sat on new sofa. Children were watching cartoon in new sonny TV purchased in the afternoon.

"Sir, she is Urmi, my niece, just reached few hours before from our village," Santosh said to Pawan Kumar then he turned his head towards Urmi, "Urmi, he is your uncle too, go and seek his blessings."

The beautiful girl got up, and moved towards Pawan Kumar. She bent down, and touched the feet of Pawan Kumar, and in response of which Pawan Kumar touched his right palm on her head, and said, "God bless you, my little daughter."

Pawan Kumar called the children, and handed them the packets of Cadbury. He handed one packet to Urmi. Urmi accepted, and giggled in her girlish manner showing her prominent line of white glistening teeth, "Thank you, Uncle."

Then Pawan Kumar gave the tiny ring box to Santosh which contained diamond ring for Paro. Since Urmi was there in front of him, Santosh hurriedly entered in to his bedroom, and kept it inside the drawer of Mirror.

After sometimes, Paro entered with a cup of hot coffee. She looked marvelous in her blue saree which she wore specially for Pawan Kumar. After a long gap, she was seeing Pawan Kumar, and virtually she was hooked by physical presence of Pawan Kumar. With her shyness, she looked towards him, and asked, "Sir, how are you?"

With a smile, Pawan Kumar replied, "Paro, I am fine."

Then Paro admonished lovely her children, "Hey, you kids, switch off the TV for a moment, it is disturbing like anything," she turned towards Urmi, "Urmi, take the kids to other room (guest room) and play with them. Uncle is going to stay with us tonight, and we elder want to spend sometimes here."

After their leaving, the three sat silently in the drawing room. It seemed Pawan Kumar was disturbed by the presence of Urmi.

In an apological tone, Santosh said, "We were not expecting the arrival of our niece. She arrived suddenly without prior information to us."

Paro said, "Nothing to worry sir." Then both wife and husband apprised Pawan Kumar about the sleeping arrangement of Urmi.

Then Pawan Kumar said, "Listen Santosh carefully, from this moment till I leave your house, you will be a real servant to us. You will serve me and Paro as a real servant. From now, don't call your wife Paro by name, give her respect and always address her as' Madam' as you are addressing me as sir. She will call you as 'Santosh' of course in absence of Urmi, Today in Bank, you agreed for all my imposed conditions even you were agreed for serving us as a servant, Understand?"

"Yes sir," replied Santosh.

Then Pawan Kumar briefed something secretly in the ears of Paro.

"Santosh, first of all, go and latch the door of guest room from this side as Urmi and children are in that room so that suddenly they should not come to drawing room," ordered Paro.

"Yes Madam, I am doing that," replied Santosh. He latched the door and came back, and sat beside Paro.

Suddenly Paro kicked Santosh in his ass in such a forceful manner that he fell down on the floor with heavy pain in his ass. For a moment, Santosh got stunned, and could not understand what happened to him.

"Listen you Bastard, how dare you to sit beside me that also in my new sofa? You are a servant. Don't dare to sit beside me nor in sofa. You deserve to be sit on floor only," said Paro in an angry voice.

"I am extremely sorry. madam, I will never dare to do that in future. Madam, please forgive me," said Santosh in a desperate tone, and sat on the floor, he was still feeling the pain.​