Shobha Fucked by the Servant Bhola

Bhola’s heart jumped when he realized his mistress was now naked. His rough hands traveled all over her smooth naked back and grabbed that plump naked ass. He squeezed it once, then repeatedly as if frantic to feel if this was a dream for him. The smell of her recently shampooed wet hair drive him crazy and he gurgled at this erotic sensation. Shobha felt his rough hands part the cheeks of her buttocks. She felt her breasts squeezed against his naked chest.

Her hands traveled instinctively to his briefs and pulled it down. He obliged readily parting his legs for the garment to fall off. His raging hard-on was now pressed hard against her lower stomach. Now she greedily grabbed his buns. His ass felt right and muscular exactly the way she had imagined it when she saw him naked some time back. Her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his buttocks. She unconsciously mimicked the way he was squeezing her ass. He tightened his ass muscles as a reflex action and she felt the firm curve of his buttocks.


She pushed him away and stepped back. He took a step towards her, but she stepped back again. He paused, confusion and arousal both writ on his face.

Shobha stepped back stark naked.

The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed – not shaven – and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin.

The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed – not shaven – and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin

Shobha now stared at Bhola.

With an evening shadow on his chin, this broad shouldered, naked dude with a smooth, clean shaven chest and flat stomach could have easily been a male model. A model for male underwear, she thought, and smiled faintly She looked at his cock, thick and swollen nestled in curly black pubic hair. He was medium sized but thick and the swollen bulb looked like it was begging for woman’s attention.

Shobha reclined on the cushioned 3-seated sofa, the long thick tresses covering her bare back and silently gestured Bhola to come closer. He obediently stepped closer, his erect penis wobbling with every step he took. He came closer and his cock was now almost eye level to Shobha as she lay on the sofa. She rolled over on her stomach to make space for him on the sofa, but he continued standing next to her now staring at her now exposed ass.

She reached out and gently touched the shaft of his cock. His cock twitched and throbbed at the first ever womanly touch Bhola felt on his cock. Shobha’s slim fingers curled around the shaft. It felt hot, slightly moist to touch and had that strong masculine smell. It felt different from Chetan, she mused. Bhola’s was dark brown, while Chetan’s was much fairer. Bhola’s had a nice bulbous head, while Chetan’s was more like a light sausage. This was nicer, she decided, and smiled to herself.

She was lying naked, on her stomach on the sofa, her bare ass exposed to Bhola. She had meant to invite him to sit next to her on the sofa but he was still a servant, and stood close to her as if offering his cock for display and inspection.

Shobha hesitated, unsure what to do next. Contrary to her assertive external appearance, Shobha had been monogomous in her marital life, and had just one sexual encounter before marriage. Both her lovers were mediocre and pretty straight laced in their tastes. Chetan never liked oral sex. She kissed him a few times down “there”, and had tried a few times to give him a blow job. He always pushed her away and preferred instead to mount her missionary style. He kissed her down there a few times, usually disinterestedly and when she nudged him to do more, he would reply that he found it distasteful and seemed to think penetration, humping and his own release were all there was to sex between the two of them. And then childbirth had happened, and with it a long period of abstinence …. until his sexual ardour seemed to have recently rebounded back with the lockdown. Rebounded but with no improvement in his sexual technique, thought Shobha.

Shobha, of course, watched plenty of porn like many women, and was curious about blowjobs but had never handled a real cock in real life.

She felt the desire growing between her legs, but there was still that pang of guilt that held her back. Bhola, on the other hand, was going crazy with lust but didn’t have the expertise or confidence to make a move on his own.

Shobha traced the length of his cock with her index finger. It twitched in response. His manly odour aroused her. He used her full palm and grasped it as one would hold a shaft. Instinctively, she began fisting it up and down. She noted his cock was longer than the width of her palm. The shaft was fully engorged, with veins standing out and the thick bulb seemed almost ready to burst. She then changed tack and cupped his balls. Bhola gurgled with joy, and reached out himself to squeeze his mistress’s naked ass. Shobha felt her own desire mounting. Her long index finger and fingernail scratched his scrotum, and cupped his balls. She scooped them, as if weighing them and gently massaged and lightly squeezed the two testicles together while scratching his sensitive skin at the base of the scrotum with one long fingernail.

She looked at Bhola’s face. His eyes were half-closed in delirium, and his own hands were squeezing the fleshy globes of her buttocks. Bhola pushed his finger deeper, parting her butt cheeks and pushing harder. She moaned softly and squirmed with a strange new sensation as his fingertip nudged against her tight anus. He was now moaning loudly, and began trembling as if gasping for breath.

And then, to her surprise and disappointment, Bhola ejaculated.

A warm stream of semen gushed into her palm, and a few droplets fell on her naked back and buttocks. Bhola seemed both shocked and embarrassed, and after the few moments of catching his breath, began mumbling incoherent apologies.

“Baaa…baaa.baa..bhabhi, sorry, bhabhi…..maalom nahin…kyon….kaisa….sorry, bhabhi”, he mumbled. (“Madam, sorry, madam, I dont know ….why….what…sorry!”)

His penis was nor rapidly becoming flaccid, and his eyes once again seemed to brim with tears, this time from embarrassment. He didn’t quite understand what had happened, but knew it wasn’t supposed to end this suddenly. Shobha tenderly pushed his face down against her naked breasts, and he snuggled his hair against her cheeks, while she patted the back of his head to comfort the poor fellow. She kissed gently him on his cheeks and them lips to hold back his tears. She held back her own disappointment, but smiled to herself knowing these things happen to men.

She now knew exactly what buttons to press with both men, and new boundaries had been broken.

The rest was now only a matter of time, she hoped.

Bhola lay supine and motionless against her for a few minutes, while she admired his right rounded ass. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, and he seemed to regain realization that he was naked and snuggling on the sofa against his mistress, equally stark naked. When she was sure that he had regained some part of his composure, she pushed him gently off her body. His semen was drying against her palm, and a few globs on her back. Embarrassed, Bhola dutifully picked up his discarded briefs and hastily wiped his mistress clean. In pressing the garment against her naked back and fleshy buttocks, he got one more chance to touch her body.

Bhola fervently hoped he would get another chance.

Shobha gently reminded him that it was time to go to his room. Her passion too had receded and she now wanted to get rid of him quickly, and didn’t want to take a chance of Chetan waking up and stumbling into the living room, searching for her, and discovering her making out with their naked young servant. Bhola dutifully obliged, now embarrassed about his limp cock and hastily pulled up his briefs.

She smiled at his haste. He was proud about his erect cock shamelessly offering it to her on display a few minutes back, and swagger was replaced with shyness as the manhood wilted. Bhola beat a quick exit to his servant room that opened into the corridor next to the living room, turning back one last time to glimpse his mistress. She was watching him, and smiled back affectionately, her composure regained, seemingly untouched by the encounter with the shy and handsome servant while her husband lay snoring twenty feet away on their marital bed.

A few minutes after Bhola retreated into his private servant room, Shobha got up. She ignored the discarded towel still lying on the floor, and coolly walked back to her bedroom, stark naked, bare footed, hips swaying, humming in her head and smiling to herself.

A few minutes after Bhola retreated into his private servant room, Shobha got up. She ignored the discarded towel still lying on the floor, and coolly walked back to her bedroom, stark naked, bare footed, hips swaying, humming in her head and smiling to herself.

Chetan was sprawled out on their bed, fast asleep and completely naked after his own hasty exertions some time back. He was on his back, his obese hairy belly naked and his cock exposed in his sleep. Shobha looked at her husband’s shriveled penis, dimly lit in the bedroom light. On impulse, she reached out and gently touched it. When he didn’t move, she gently cupped his balls and curved her fingers around the shaft . It fit neatly into the palm of her hand. She mentally compared the organs of both men in size, shape and colour and smiled to herself. Chetan squirmed in his sleep, and she reluctantly let go, not wanting to wake him up now.

As she lay on her back on his bedside, still naked, she closed her eyes. Her hands almost immediately went to her pussy. Her fingers pushed and parted her pussy lips, and she slowly, and then with increasing intensity, began rubbing her clitoris. In just a few minutes, her passion reached a climax and she arched her back as her mouth held back a silent gasp of release.

In a few minutes, she drifted into sleep.

Her passion pursued her in her dream. In her dream, she was naked on her back in the sofa on the living room and a young, strong male was pounding her hard. She was moaning in ecstasy when she happened to see someone watching her being humped. It was Chetan, her husband, and she held eye contact with him for a long moment and smiled back. He seemed too glazed to react. She then suddenly saw another man next to Chetan watching her. She took a closer look and it was Bhola, mouth open and watching her get pounded.

Surprised in her dream, that Bhola was in the audience, she looked back and refocused to see the face of the main who was fucking her.

It was the handsome young intern from her old office.

Shobha woke up late on Saturday morning. Chetan was buzzing around with office calls and busy. He had received an overnight email asking for a proposal to be prepared for a client who needed extended credit to deal with the pandemic. It was a significant account, and he was asked to lead the proposal for all Asia and had to report to the Asia zonal head and close it by Saturday evening. He had retreated to his study room, seemed completely immersed in the workings. He accepted the cup of coffee Sbhoba brought him and did not bring up the strange events of the night before as if nothing had happened. Grateful for once with his preoccupation with work, Shobha retreated to the balcony to have her morning coffee by herself and practice yoga.

Bhola was busy with Bunty, and staying in the balcony helped Shobha keep out of his way. After her bold adventures the night before, the morning brought up memories that were embarassing. After tending to Bunty who now settled down to watch TV cartoons, Bhola came looking for Shobha. She avoided eye contact with Bhola and assigned him household chores to keep him distracted. He seemed to want to say something to her, and Shobha avoided him. It reminded her of a certain smitten collegemate, who she was sure was mustering courage to propose to her, and when she ignored him kept looking to find excuses to hang around her like a puppy.

She got an excuse to step out of the apartment complex to restock groceries from the neighborhood shop.

When she got back, Chetan was still busy with his office work preparing for the evening presentation. She fixed herself a quick lunch, fed Bunty and avoided eye contact with Bhola who seemed dying to speak to her.

Shobha and Chetan had planned the previous day to binge watch their favourite Web Series and she went to the study room to remind him. He barely heard her, distracted and preoccupied with preparing a presentation, pointed to the clock and shooed her away.

Irritated by his preoccupation with work, she retreated to the living room. She fixed herself a light snack and was sitting alone at the dining table. She had changed into denim shorts that were literally short and which flattered her smooth fair legs.

It was now early evening and she had by now run out of random chores to assign to Bhola. She realized she could no longer avoid listening to whatever it was that Bhola wanted to tell her. She was grateful Chetan was still burrowed in his study.

“Bhabhi, aap se kuch baat karni hai”, (Madam, I want to speak to you), Bhola seemed premeditated in what he had to say and appeared distinctly contented. She didnt have to guess why – the events of last night would have been a fantasy come true for him.

A tad nervous about what he would bring up, she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He broke his eye contact and looked at her thighs for a moment longer than he normally would and then looked down at the floor, his hands crossed in front on him in a servile pose.

“Bolo Bhola”, she replied carefully in a neutral tone. (Speak up, Bhola)

“Bhabhi, appko aur saheb ko thank you bolna hai. Aapne mujhe aapke sath dinner kara me bahut khush kar diya” (Madam, I wanted to thank you and sir. By inviting me to dinner with you, both of you have made me very happy.)

Shobha relaxed and smiled back, relieved that he brought up no reference to the events that followed dinner. She had served him a special dessert in the living room, and one that he wasn’t going to forget, she thought giggling to herself.

“Koi baat nahin, Bhola. Aap bhi to bahut acche ho. Bahut mehnat karte ho. Bunty aur hamara aur saheb ka bahut khyal rakhte ho” (Dont fret, Bhola. You are a good person too and have taken good care of myself, Bunty and saheb). She spoke kindly and bracketed her whole family to avoid any reference to any intimacy between the two of them.

“To bolo Bhola, tumhari wapas gaon jane ki train ki ticket kab ki hai?” (So Bhola, when is your train ticket booked to get back to your village?) After her sexual adventures of the night before, the day had brough a certain sobriety and Shobha reminded herself that he fellow would soon be off and away forever from their family, and their family maid Kanta-bai would return.

“Bhabhi. lockdown khulte hi. April Paanch ko.” (Madam, as soon as the lockdown ends – April 5th)

He hesitated, wanting to say something more. “Bhabhi, jane se pehle aapkp aur saheb ko gift dena chahta hoon” (Madam, before I go, I want to give you and saheb a gift.)

Shobha thought it was sweet of him, “Iski koi zaroorat nahi, Bhola.” (No need, Bhola), and then paused, curious. “Kaisa gift, Bhola?” (What gift, Bhola?)

Bhola hesitated, and then mustering courage said, “Bhabhi, mein aapko aur saheb ko ek acha sa massage dena chahta hoon” (Madam, I want to give you and saheb a nice massage)

He then paused, visibly swallowed and delivered his pièce de résistance , “Massage, aur woh bhi ekdum Jharkhand ishtyle mein” (Massage, and that too in Jharkhand style!)

Caught by surprise, Shobha forced an unnatural laugh, not sure whether he was just being sweet and naive or devious and pushing his luck. She concluded it was the former, and politely thanked him.

Bhola was persistent, and Shobha became thoughtful. A massage presented options she thought, and wondered how it could play out. In any case, Bhola had included Chetan too. If anything went off the script, she could always blame it on Chetan. As she thought about it, an excited tingle went through her body. Until now, she had blocked out the sight of Bhola’s naked body and his handsome erect cock, and now the mention of a massage brought back that vision. And that cute, rounded and muscled ass, she thought, is good to bite. Again, she brushed off these lascivious thoughts. The events of last night were perhaps best forgotten.

But Bhola was persistent.

“OK, mein saheb se pooch ke batati hoon”, she said, hedging. (OK, let me check with saheb and I will let you know)

Bhola walked off satisfied with her response, and visibly thrilled.

A little later, Shobha went to the study room to check in on Chetan. Chetan was busy on an office call, wearing a headset, waving his hands and shouting at someone. A junior person in his team had messed up a slide and was getting a mouthful from him.

“Bhola wants to give us both a massage!”, Shobha blurted out wanting to catch his attention quickly. Focused on the office situation, and mid-call. Chetan thought she had come to remind him about their promise to spend the evening binge watching a webseries. He partly lifted his headset from his right ear.

” When? “, he asked.

” Janu, whenever you are ready.” Shobha could hear the plaintive explanation of Chetan’s hapless office junior come through the earpiece.

“Baby, why don’t you get started. I will join you soon”.

Shobha made a confused face. “Are you sure?” , she asked.

“Baby, yes. Get started. Don’t miss it. I will join you soon”, Chetan put back his head set, his attention shifting from Shobha to the call to the laptop screen.

“You won’t mind? Are you sure. Me alone?”

“Baby, don’t worry. You get started. Great idea for an evening. Don’t feel guilty. I will join you. Ek ghante mein”. (In one hour). Chetan pointed vaguely at the clock before turning his attention back to the call. He wanted to send her away and get back to preparing for his meeting.

Shobha made a face, a part of her brain telling her to go for it and another part of her brain advising caution about Chetan’s obviously confused approval. The adventurous side won, and she shrugged at Chetan who had stopped noticing her and marched out of her room.

Shobha checked on Bunty in the kid’s bedroom. The kid has fallen asleep, and she tucked him in grateful that the kid was an early and sound sleeper.

Bhola was waiting for her in the living room, anticipation on his face. She tried to keep her tone neutral as she announced, “Bhola, dus minute me bedroom mein aana. Pehle saheb or liye ek peg bhej dena”. (Bhola, come to the bedroom in ten minutes. Before that, give saheb a peg).

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

XNXX x Sex Stories Design By Your Daddy