Pentaprism
Copyright© 2025 by Mary Jorsay Gandmar
Chapter 2: Line Of Sight
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Line Of Sight - The sexual adventures of a young servant, Baban.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Wife Watching Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Clergy Size Porn Theatre Prostitution
The handsome young servant pressed his eye cautiously to the keyhole of the locked door. His vision was framed by the aperture. He held his breath and watched the eighteen-year-old girl within the room.
Humming to herself, Anuja selected a cassette and popped it into the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls, and a popular number began playing, with a steady, insistent beat. Snapping her fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of closets. The servant’s view was obscured by the open leaf. She closed it, her arms full of clothes, and dumped them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door. She flipped open a box of assorted chocolates from the bedside table and, selecting one, popped it into her mouth.
There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long white kurta, pulled it off her head. The servant gasped behind the door. He could see and hear her naked back, the bra straps. She tugged at the drawcord of her churidar, and it rustled to her feet. Her panties were very small, white. Humming, she turned, and now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.
She was very lovely. Dusky, sensual, fleshy, with large, dark eyes, lined with kajal, thick black hair that fell to her waist in a braid. Her skin was smooth and clear, with several attractive and sexy birthmarks on her face and neck. He saw one on the inside of her left breast. Her breasts were large and full and heavy, with a devastating cleavage. She wore a gold chain around her neck. It glistened against her tawny skin. Her belly was firm and flat, and her hips flared perfectly to sweetly curved buttocks and long, firm legs. Her limbs were smoothly turned, and her feet and hands were elegant and shapely, with slender wrists and ankles. She wore a silver toe-ring, two diamond rings on one finger, a small diamond nose-stud, and matching ear-rings. A bindi dotted the middle of her forehead. Her nose was slightly heavy but perfect on her. Her lips were full and luscious, and her teeth were perfect, white and strong and even.
Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious brown globes bare. He could see the stubs of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles through the fine material. Her panties were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from either side of the V. The darkness of her delta was clearly visible. The servant groaned softly as he watched her.
She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra. Her chest thrust outward, and her breasts strained at the confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her rounded shoulders, and her breasts bounced free. She tossed the bra into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The servant stared at her naked body in mounting desire. The dark triangle of her cunt mesmerised him. As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The servant watched her breasts bouncing.
She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her long braid into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating the sweep of her neck. The gold chain glistened on her flesh. Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief. She held her palms between her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger, and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts. Gently, she began to thumb her nipples. Moistening her finger with her tongue, she rubbed her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened, and she pinched them gently, tweaking and twirling the hard stubs. The servant saw her breathing get shallower and more rapid, the tensing of her body, the parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, all the unmistakable signs of sexual arousal. She squeezed her breasts in her hands, the flesh squeezing between her fingertips, and arched her head, her tongue arching lasciviously over her upper lip.
Outside, watching her, the servant groaned and pulled his erect cock out of his shorts and began to masturbate slowly. He pressed his eye to the keyhole again. She was still fondling her beautiful breasts.
Anuja knew she was being watched. He had been doing this for some weeks now, and long ago, she had seen the dark eye glittering beyond the keyhole and knew it was him. She felt no revulsion or shame, rather enjoyed the attention. She was horny and sexy, and the man was sexy. So what if he was only a servant? He was a human being, after all, and a very desirable one. He was quite tall, dark, and muscular, with a finely chiseled face and the strong features of the warrior Maratha caste. His eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine and straight, his mouth lean and wide. His shoulders were broad, his chest cleaved and muscular and hard, and his belly was a slab of rock. His waist was narrow, his hips were high, and his buttocks taut. His arms and legs bore thick bunches of musculature. She knew his body was lean and tough, his torso smoothly hairless. She had often watched him as he came out of his bath in his shorts and nothing else, towelled his thick, tousled hair. His nipples were small, dark, and pulled low and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals. All said and done, Baban was one sexy hunk of a man, and she liked the fact that he desired her. One day, she promised herself, she would entice him to fuck her.
Baban knew nothing of this. His lust for her body was overpowering, and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched as she continued to fondle herself, squeezing and massaging her generous, gorgeous breasts. How he wanted to feel them, take them in his hands, sense their weight and fullness, feel the stiffness of her nipples in his fingers, watch her pleasure as his hands, not hers, moved over her irresistible flesh.
He gasped softly. In the room, Anuja smiled wantonly at her reflection and slid a hand down to her crotch. Baban watched her face crease in pleasure as she teased her cunt-lips open and rubbed her finger along the slit. She gasped and her hips lurched, her buttocks writhing and twitching. Her mouth fluttered open and, slowly, she slid a finger into her cunt. Gently, she masturbated before the mirror, moving her finger in and out of her slit, twisting it round and round, while her other hand fondled her visibly swollen breasts. She gasped softly and her hand moved faster in her crotch, her wrist pumping back and forth. Her hips twitched and lurched, rocking and jerking back and forth, and her fingers were frenzied on her breasts. Baban groaned in despair. She deserved better than her fingers; she deserved a cock, a big, thick cock in her cunt.
Obviously, Anuja felt no differently. She kept masturbating and, as he watched, leaned forward on an outstretched arm, her hand on the dresser counter and spread her feet wide. Her buttocks splayed open and Baban had an unobstructed view of her puckered anus and her unfurled cunt-lips with her slender, shapely, elegant finger arched into it, rocking in and out, in and out. In the mirror, her upturned face was a vision of lust, her mouth a wide ‘O’.
Baban pumped his cock eagerly, moaning and gasping. In the room, Anuja’s body rocked back and forth and he saw her pendulous breasts jiggling and bouncing, saw, too, the expression of delight on her face and her finger, wet and sticky, wriggling and darting into her tender cunt-flesh.
Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and pulled out something. Baban gasped when he saw that it was a dandiya, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual, traditional raas-garba dances. He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes dilated and glassy, her nostrils flared, Anuja moved away from the mirror.
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