Message-ID: <37753asstr$1028808603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020808055259.80270.qmail@web10002.mail.yahoo.com> From: nuj baf MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 7 Aug 2002 22:52:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} RP - Life of Privelege (M/F, wife) Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2002 08:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it. Life of Privelege (M/F, wife) My father was killed when I was five years old. I still don't know what happened. My mother said that she didn't know exactly either. "Why do you ask? It won't bring him back," she would say. It was clear that she didn't want to discuss the matter any further. There was a more pressing question that I wished to ask my dear mother since last night. She didn't know that since I was seven, I had quietly followed her every night as she sneaked out in the dark to the master's bedroom. Wearing only a simple worn out floral printed gown, she would walk out nearly every night for the last eight years since my father was killed. I knew she wore nothing underneath that gown, as the clear outlines of her buttocks and her breasts were noticeable. Last night, my mother did not go to the master's bedroom but instead slipped into Mithun's bedroom. She had never done that before. All through my short life Mithun used me as his personal toy. Being just a couple of years older than me and the master's only son, he treated me as a toy, the dark skinned son of the maid. "Fetch," he used to command just a few years back. On all fours I used to go into the large grounds and bring back the stick that he had thrown. It had been a year since he had pretty much left me alone, apparently his interests were diverted to other pursuits. Apparently his father was gearing him up for a leadership role in their business enterprise. I had spied on my mother through the keyhole as she submitted herself to the master. Even after years and years, I was still fascinated to watch my mother remove her single piece of clothing and attach herself to this man. Her dark skin contrasted with the master's fair skin. I knew my mother enjoyed it as she always seemed to be moaning and urging the master. Seeing how she put his thing into her mouth and dutifully sucked on it made my little penis become hard. I wanted to see how he grabbed my mothers perky and well formed breasts and how he put his hungry mouth on those large dark knobs making her body shudder with desire. Then how their bodies became one, moving in ways that was passionate and raw. The first thought that came into my mind when she went to Mithun's bedroom was that my mother made a mistake. I immediately spied into the keyhole. I knew the keyhole would give me a direct view of the bed. "Did Daddy explain everything to you?" Mithun asked my mother. I could see a tent forming in his pajamas. "Yes, little master," my mother replied. "I am here for whatever you desire." I was surprised that Mithun had such self-control. If I knew that a woman as beautiful as my mother was willing to give in to your every sexual desires, I would have had my paws all over her. But then I never knew a world of privelege, where I supposed one took such things for granted. "How can you prove that," Mithun said. "Will you do anything I ask?" He rubbed his thumb back and forth on her lips. "Y-yes," my mother replied. Her body tensed. She knew that Mithun was planning something devious. "Relax," he said. "I am saving the fun stuff for later." From each side of her hips, he was gathering up her gown, slowly exposing her nicely formed legs and thighs. Soon my mother was naked from the waste down and he pulled the rest of the gown over her head. My mother looked away as she was being sized up by Mithun's lustful eyes. Then he began undressing himself, freeing his excited erection. I could see that he wanted to take her then and there. "Lie down," he ordered. She obeyed. "Open your legs," I saw her legs part. When Mithun immersed his strong rod deep into my mother's inner flesh, I noticed his whole body trembling. It was like a conquerer overwhelmed with the power he has just been given. She submitted with abandon to his youthful power and shook vigorously as passion enveloped her body. Her head turned side to side as he kept pounding her. "Don't stop," she pleaded. Her fingers scratched his back. "You need my strong dick, don't you bitch," he said. "Yes..yes," my mother said between moans. Her dark unblemished legs wrapped itself onto Mithun. I knew my newly evolved manhood needed its much built up release. With my usual light footedness, I scrambled back to my scrawny cot in the maid's quarter. I whipped out my erection and stroked it with urgency until the eruption that brought peace back to my senses occurred. But peace was short-lived. Anger creeped into my veins. "Why did God give us dark skin?" I asked my mother since she didn't want to talk about my father. "What kind of a question is that?" she said. She sat on her cot trying to garner as much rest for the long day of demeaning work. "If we had fair skin, we would be rich," I told my mother. "We would be leading a life of privelege, where everyone would be doing things for us." My mother was quiet for awhile. She just sat in her worned out house dress with a faded floral print looking at her fingernails. She removed a little torn handkerchief from under her pillow and sobbed quietly. I couldn't say anything more. "Forgive me," I said. That night and the following nights, my mother went into Mithun's bedroom. I followed and did my usual peeping. I found it strange that Mithun would sniff my mother's body. He would run his fingers through her hair and bury his head in it and take in the aroma. He would inhale deeply and with gusto her unwashed underarms. He would wedge his nose between her sweaty toes. Most of the time he got himself acquainted with that flesh between her legs. His nose always seemed to be sniffing around there. His erection was strong and straight. He would lie on his bed, legs apart and commanded my mother, "Play with it." She would run her fingers all over it. Her fingers would circle around his sac. He would lay on his bed and have my mother on her knees over him, her dangling breasts brushing each side of his cheeks. Like candy he sucked on her large brown nipples, alternating from one breast to the other. She would lick his erection like a candy and he would say, " Go lick my balls." Her tongue would flicker from one to the other. Then he would get on his knees and command her to lick up and down his asshole. "Put your tongue in it," he said. I could see that she did it. I was sure he didn't clean it very well but my mother did not make a single fuss. Mithun preferred lying on his back and having my mother sit over his erection. The muscles in her thighs rippled as she rode him up and down, making his glistening rod appear and disappear. I saw my mother in all angles as each night Mithun would change the direction that he lay on his bed. I saw her from her back with her firm ass, from the side with the silhouette of her breasts and from the front with that delicious expression on her face. "Aagh," my mother said when she finally climaxed and her body shook from the uncontrollable sensation. When Vijay came to visit for a week, he stayed with Mithun sleeping on a mattress placed next to Mithun's bed. His cousin was thin and tall and had coarse black hair that seemed very hard to manage. Mithun did not divulge the sexual activities he had with my mother. That week my mother went back to the master's bedroom as she seemed unwilling to just have a quiet restfull night. Mithun and Vijay did argue a lot. Most of the time they were trying to show who had more of anything and everything in their short lives. Unluckily I was nearby when they had another pathetic discussion during Vijay's last day. "Hey, Bantu! Come here," Mithun commanded. I walked into his room and tried to find a corner that I could disappear into. I hoped Mithun did not turn vicious. "You've seen me through the keyhole. Tell Vijay that I am a real man and that I have tasted a woman's body," Mithun said. I stood quietly, dumbfounded. I wanted to run. "Little prick! Say something. Tell Vijay that your mother does nasty things with me or else I'll cover the keyhole," he said. I was shaking. I mumbled, "Yes, it is true." "Do you think I am stupid. Look, he is shaking so much. You're forcing him to agree with you," Vijay said. He made an exasperated face to show that he was no fool. "Kanchana! Kanchana! Come here quick," Mithun shouted. "Coming!" my mother shouted. We could all hear the sounds of her hurried feet. She open the door and quizzically looked at all three of us. She didn't know what to make of us in Mithun's room. Her bra was visible under her paisley printed house dress that got wet doing the laundry. "Look under the bed. See if my playing cards are there," Mithun ordered. My mother got on her knees, bent down and poked her head underneath the bed. Mithun sat on the bed and rested his legs on each side of her protruding buttocks. When he placed his hands on her round cheeks, my mother's body froze. She didn't remove herself from the position that she was in. Mithun's hands grabbed the fabric of her dress and began bunching it up in his hands. Vijay's mouth was open as my mother's dark thighs became exposed. Soon enough we all saw her dark red panties that had a few holes dispersed in a random fashion. "Now do you believe me," Mithun said with a smug look on his face. With his thumbs inside the worned out elastic he pulled my mother's panties down to her thighs. Vijay and I each noticed the bulge in our pants. He caressed her exposed cheeks and rubbed his forefinger up and down her crack. My mother remained still while knowing that two boys including her son were watching her exposed butt. Mithun's finger toyed with her anal opening absent-mindedly. It gently circled around the pinkish flesh at the hole. Just as gently he twisted his finger into the hole until he had half his finger in it. Ever so slightly, my mother responded by rocking her butt. He kept rotating and she kept rocking. Abruptly he removed his finger and said, "Leave." Trying to maintain some modesty, my mother got up, swiftly slided her panties up and got her dress fixed up. Vijay strained to see her front and may have got a glimpse of her triangular patch. She left in a hurry and I was told to remain. Mithun sniffed his finger deeply. Satisfied he put his hand out towards me. "Smell this," he ordered. His forefinger pointing towards me was a few feet away. I took two steps to place my nose at the finger that just a few minutes ago was buried in my mother's bunghole. The strong unpleasant odor jolted my senses. "Isn't it good?" he asked me. I nodded. It was the only answer he would have accepted. Luckily he quickly removed the offending appendage from my face and took another deep long sniff at it. Without a word, he placed it next to Vijay's face. "Take it away!" Vijay shouted. His face was contorted in disgust. "You're sick in the head," Vijay said when he was safely away from the finger. I never mentioned the episode to my mother and she never said anything about it to me either. When I was seventeen years old, I started working in the family business's warehouse where Mithun was my immediate boss. My mother still went every night to Mithun's bed although I had stopped peeking a long time ago. By nineteen, I had proven myself by dedication, intelligence and hardwork to become the warehouse manager. I was out of the stifling, muggy and dusty environment to a little desk half covered with rubber stamps of all shapes and sized right underneath a precariously perched old noisy airconditioner. The master was kind to me and appreciated everything I did. "Keep working hard. You're an asset to this company," he would say while patting my back in a fatherly way. Mithun, however, resented more and more my rise in the company. It didn't help that he was terrible at managing the business. His gullible to bad decisions kept the business from expanding and his father erupting in anger. Like clockwork every Saturday at two o'clock, Ram used to come by and make his presence known to me. He was different from all the other job seekers who I usually shoo away with a quick snap of my wrist and a no-nonsense glare. Unfortunately without the master's consent, I was not able to take in new warehouse workers. Usually someone had to leave before somebody could get in. Dropping a picture of his wife on my cluttered desk, Ram would say, "You can share my wife if you give me a job." I would study the picture and look at her narrow eyes, longish nose and those little bumps that signify the nice juicy flesh of her breasts. She was by no means unattractive and I would ponder on many occassions about holding his wife's naked body in my arms. "If a position opens up, you are my top choice," I said. Ram picked up the picture from my desk. "I'll see you next week," he said with a smile. As soon as Ram left, Pindoo walked in, his face drained of blood and his body trembling. "What happened?" I asked. Pindoo was short, beginning to bald and in his mid-thirties. He was the best worker and knew everything that needed to be known in the warehouse. "Mithun-ji said that I am fired," he said. Pindoo was on the verge of breaking down. "Why," I asked. "I was walking towards the loading area and the newly arrived drums of coconut oil from Manoj were scattered everywhere. Mithun ordered the workers to stack them up in the bottom pile," he said. Pindoo took a deep breath to control his voice. "You don't stack those coconut oil drums in the bottom. They are too weak and they would crush," I said. "Exactly!" Pindoo said. "When I saw what was happening, I ordered the workers to stop." He took a few more deep breaths. "Mithun-ji's face was red with anger. He told me how dare I override his orders. So he told them to continue stacking the drums and told me to come to his office in half an hour and bring my wife." "What happened then," I asked surmising that the short plump lady waiting outside my little office was Mrs. Pindoo. "I went home and got my wife, wondering why he wanted to meet us at his office. He locked the door and shamed our dignity. He demanded that my wife remove all her clothes. I pleaded with him but I was so afraid to lose this job that I told my wife to do it. She had tears in her eyes as she uncovered her modesty. When she was totally naked, he looked up from his papers and grinned. Then he told her to lie down on the table and reassured me that he will not violate her," he said. His voice became calmer. "Continue," I said. "Then he sniffed her all over. He buried his nose between her legs and under her arms. When he was satisfied, he told her to dress and told me not to come back. What am I going to do," Pindoo said on the verge of tears. I knew I needed Pindoo and I was sure I could keep him on the job. Maybe something had to be given to Mithun to appease his ego. But I was thinking about the hot naked body belonging to Ram's wife which gave me second thoughts about helping Pindoo. Commonsense prevailed eventually as Pindoo was just too valuable to lose. My fantasies about Ram's wife had to remain as fantasies. "Why do you want to help Pindoo?" Mithun asked as I stood in front of his vast and spacious office. "He will not undermine your authority ever again, sir," I said. I kept my head down showing myself as a subservient employee. Mithun was enjoying this. "The decision had been made already and I won't change it," he said. "Think about his two children and his wife," I pleaded but could see that this tactic was not going to work. After some moments of silence, I spoke again. "If Pindoo's wife came and visited you once every month, will that change your mind?" I asked. Mithun scribbled something on a notepad. I knew he was just trying to look busy because he had never put any coherent thought on paper before. "I am a forgiving man," he said and paused. He studied his scribbled notes like they were revelations of everlasting life. "She must visit my office every other Saturday at two in the afternoon. If Pindoo is agreeable to this, he can come back to work. This is my final decision and leave," he ordered. Bowing my head, I left before he changed his mind. I knew Pindoo and his wife would accept as they really didn't have any choice. Having your body sniffed at and the occassional sex with another man would be something that she may end up enjoying. For the next two weeks, I became obsessed with Ram's wife. Taking a glimpse of her picture was the high point of the day. Other than that, I was also happy to see Mrs. Pindoo walking contently upon leaving Mithun's office. It seemed that her sexual organs may have finally received some arousal. My reverie was broken by Janak's screaming into my office. "There has been an accident. Come quick!" he shouted. Everyone was running towards the loading area. When I reached there, I was surprised by the devastation caused by the coconut oil drums collapsing from the weight of the heavier barrels and drums placed on top of them. The spills of different oils and pastes were amalgamated throughout the cement floor oozing its way in all directions. I had a feeling Mithun was going to make this my fault. "Everyone. Help!" I heard someone shouting. A handful of workers were scrambling over a big pile of crushed fallen drums and desperately removing the pile over something. I ran there and I was horrified to see a body lying still underneath the rubble. Like the others, I began grabbing the broken pieces of metal strapping and wood with my bare hands to get to the fallen worker. Unfortunately Rajan was dead. He died for Mithun's misplaced arrogance. But I didn't have time to get furious as I had to protect my own ass. Mithun would have already cooked up a decent story putting me in the wringer. Things moved fast. The master paid Rajan's family an equivalent of $500. The family was pleased as it was more than they expected. The police was also paid so that the matter would be quickly closed. Finally I was summoned to the master's grand office. "Sit down," the master ordered. I noticed Mithun's smug face as I seated myself on a plush chair. "I am extremely disappointed that such a careless accident occurred under your watch," the master began. He sipped his hot sweetened tea. "The company has lost a lot of money due to this. Do you have anything to say?" "I regret everything that has happened and I take the full responsibility for this accident," I said with my head lowered. I could see Mithun's face beaming towards his father, his expression clearly saying, "You see I was right all along." "Very well then," the master said to me. He looked towards his son and said, "I need to talk to Bantu privately. Can you step out for awhile, son." As soon as we were alone, the master came out from behind his desk and sat down on the other matching plush chair. I was ready to be fired but my primary concern was how it was going to affect my mother's position in the household. "I wished my son was more like you," the master said. His gaze was steady and unwavering. "You know he put the blame on you, but Pindoo told me the whole story. Actually, I am quite ashamed at my son's behavior. But what can I do, he is my son." "Thank you, sir," was all I could say. I knew it was a good idea not to talk much and leave quickly so I started to get up. "By the way, find a replacement worker immediately," the master ordered. That was the end of the meeting and I hurried back to my desk. Although jubilant, I was concerned how Mithun would treat me knowing that I had survived this episode. However, my thoughts were now focused only on Ram's wife. I had mentally pictured staying with this woman everynight, practically living in Ram's domicile. I couldn't wait the next seven days until Saturday to inform Ram the good news when he walks in at 2:00 pm. How I wished I knew where he lived. The news of the accident travelled fast. Lucky for me, Ram appeared on Monday along with another thirty or forty job seekers. I immediately hired Ram and impatiently waited for the day's end. Ram was very cordial. I studied the single room dwelling which I knew I would be spending a lot of time in. Meena, his wife, did not smile and dutifully served her husband and me a hot delicious meal. Even their active three years old son quieted down soon after with a bottle of hot milk. "Does she talk?" I asked Ram about his wife. Ram's face turned into a big grin. "Don't mind her. She will warm up to you soon." When the little boy nodded off, I grabbed Meena and plopped her on my lap. There was no resistance but also no reciprocation as I placed my hand over her breast. Through the clothes, I felt its juicyness and softness. I nudged my face closer and kissed her neck. I took in her aroma. I began undoing her buttons. Excited, my fingers could not release the hooks and buttons on her top. Eventually Meena began doing it herself, her face still an expressionless blank. "Go in there," Ram said with his finger pointing towards his bed. When we got on the bed, Meena drew the curtains to give us privacy. I thought I glimpsed the ends of her lips upwards as she removed her top. Her clothes were removed effortlessly as I lay on the bed. My hands ran up and down her strong smooth calf and thighs. I admired her strong tight naked body and her pear shaped bouncy breasts with bold dark nipples proudly protruding away from each other. Quickly as I could I dispensed my clothes while laying on the bed. Meena straddled her neatly trimmed pussy right over my face. Her vaginal lips inches from my mouth looked delicious. As I took my tongue out, she grinded into my face. I furiously licked her womanhood. I darted my tongue in and around every fold of her lips, wanting to experience intimately every part of this woman who was about to play a major role in my sexual life. Her moans became audible as my tongue did its magic. She began swaying as she still rubbed her genitals on my face. I was incredibally turned on from her aggressive manner of seeking her own pleasures. "Get your dick all the way in me," Meena said. They were the first words she ever said to me and it was said loudly and with authority. She plunged herself over my erection swallowing my manhood into her warm and moist tunnel in one stroke. The sensation was too much to bear. The bubbling deep within my testicles was ready to erupt. I bit my lip hard, drawing the strong taste of blood in my mouth, just to hold myself from the humiliation of spurting myself into her womb right away. But then her body gyrated deliciously over my poor dick giving it sensations never experienced before. With disgust clearly shown on her face, she knew I had shot my wad. "Ram!" she called loudly. "What kind of a man have you brought? He cannot last long." Ram's face appeared inside the curtains. "Sorry, dear," he said as his eyes roamed his naked wife straddled over my naked body. "I'm sure he will get better. I think it is just the excitement. He will settle down. You will see." The awkward situation turned my dick into a limp noodle and it slipped out of her pussy. Disgust showed on her face again. "I will please you," I offered. My voice was soft and pathetic. I could not believe that this woman was in control of me. "Good. You better," she responded. Once again she shoved her pussy onto my face. This time as I licked her I had the added privelege of consuming my own semen. I didn't leave a drop and strangely I was rock hard again. Grinning she straddled my cock. With her carnal movements, my penis enjoyed the sensation of her warm and wet shaft. I knew I would hold up a lot longer this time. Her eyes were distant as she gyrated to some unknown rhythm. I did not mind being used. "Good," she said, her eyes still distant. Meena kept sliding up and down. I kept my mind busy on other thoughts and tried to look away from the delicious nakedness of Ram's wife. Twice I was able to control the imminent bubbling within my balls. I wanted Meena to be pleased. Her back started to arch even more, thrusting her proud breasts upwards. She whimpered incoherently. Tremors rolled through her body one after the other and she shrieked profanities like a gutter dwelling slut as her body was overwhelmed by the effects of the orgasm. When I was certain she had come, I let myself go. As Meena recovered, my tool spurted in her. She plopped down on the bed exhausted, her back towards me. I cuddled her body throughout the night, planting kisses on her neck and back. She slept soundly without a single reciprocation of tenderness. "Why did you let Meena control you?" Ram asked when we were alone in my little office the next afternoon. "I thought she likes to be in charge," I said defensively. "I was letting her enjoy herself." "You better be in control," Ram said and left. I nodded but I knew Meena would be taking charge again tonight. The End For more of my stories, please visit www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nujbaf/www Comments? E-mail me at nujbaf@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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