My Brother’s Servant Made Me His Slut Part 1

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My Brother’s Servant Made Me His Slut Part 1deleteddeleteddeletedThis is AMULYA i am rich young collage going girl living in mumbai with my mom. my father is passed away bifour 5 year. this new advanchur, I was humilated and rough fucked by my brother’s servant Usman Actuly this is my expriance when I went to Baroda at my brother’s place there how Usman who was my brother’s servant 18 year’s but very bult up body at list 6’3 hight and a very masquriyal body gave me pain and humiliation Usman who was working in this house for many year’s was very faithful servant of my brother Ratan.in this house he has already worked for more then 8 years.I somewhat found very vague when Rajesh liked him very much it was always usman usman and usman. Sometimes I thought my brother is more depanden on Usman then my bhabhi Rati. I felt usman was everything to him. This incident took place befor 3 month.1 of my cousin’s function in Bombay and ratan had come to Bombay, where I live with my mother and also with my driver (for more Diteal Pl. reed ‘pain with driver’) usman too was there.My bhabhi Rati went to her perant’s place. Everyone thought usman was Ratan’s friend but when his cousin and their family came to know he was working for him and stayed in their house everyone was stunned.He was dressed nicely and Ratan always gave him new clothes. I disided to go to Baroda fore some day’s but I got pissed when my brother had some urgent work and he has to return and he took the car and told usman to bring me back by train or bus because my driver is on holiday for some days as the function was late in the evening and we were going to return the next day.The next day we started to go to Baroda we had a train Saurashtra Express to catch from Mumbai central and we were staying at our cousin’s place in Andheri( I live with my mom and at (oooooo y should I told to you where I live) ok Cousin told that he will drop us.But didn’t think of troubling them and told him we will karşıyaka escort manage it we took a local train to mumbai central. I thought of going in ladies compartment but in the commotion got into a local compartment. It was raining heavily and i was wearing a jeans and T-shirt. I tried to manage the best to move in between. I felt I will be safe but with the crowd getting pushed in more I was almost near the next door and usman too was next to me.Tried to find a place across, but got stuck in between few lusty men my new life started from here when all the manly sweaty bodies surrounded me and one was of course usman who was standing on one side. Feeling bulged cock on my ass by a young man who was trying to rub his crotch on my ass than making yell at him I was getting excited and on top I was aroused instantly.In fact it wasn’t my fault as it was almost 2-3 month that i didn’t had sex with anyone ( my driver was his home town ) I was afraid as it was pretty dangerous but also love that a lot. I told my self to be calm and just enjoy making nuisance wont help, as I don’t know whom it is. Enjoying some strange persons rubbing me as guys were pressing me arousing me but i stood firm as i could feel someone dared to unzip my pants.This was too much for me and I was ashamed on myself and pressed in more closely on nearest percan’s shoulders and this only helped whoever it was to insert his hands coolly in me and I almost bit my self as this person took his fingers between my panties and was trying to enter it in my cunt. I was unable to say anything. I could feel the knuckles of the man mauling my breast, which made my breast crush and release for a long time.Whoever the person was there trying to enter in my cunt coulden’t do what he wanted and he just kept on rubbing my panties. Few times I felt it was removed and again inserted and was going mad. The crowd started to diminish when Dadar came and I was freed and escort karşıyaka somehow managed to pull my pant zips I noticing to usman eyes were on me. In fact he already had an eye long time back. It was almost a year or more of that.Well, when I reached my brother’s home I hurd Ratan ask to usman to left him at the airport he shuld to go to chennai for 3 day’s for some property diling. I was little upset and dissaide to go back mumabi by next morning till the time I am lazing around when Usman is back from airport I told usman to remove the crockery and replace some of them. I was wearing a gown and this excited usman seeing my panties.It was plain cream color gown and he got a hard on seeing my black panties. After all the work was done i left for my bedroom. I had to go out to the bank I had some work of transferring some funds. I freshened up wore my sari and was combing my hair. I was looking at the mirror and just saw that usman was peeping inside from the window, which was attached to the terrace.My brother had a small two-floor house and had a terrace, which was attached to the bedroom. Also have a window out there and one could go to the terrace from the other bedroom also With a jerk i opened the windows curtain and found usman peeping in and he was shocked as I caught him red-handed and more then him I was shocked at that moment.“Yahan kya kar rahe ho usman”i use to call him usman. In fact everyone calls him that.”Kuch nahi ashaji aise hi awaz aya bahar se to dekhne aya””Kabse kadhe ho” i yelled and asked him “Tumahari yeh himmat mujhe gandi nazar se dekh rahe ho aur kabse. Abhi Ratan ko phone karke batati huw tumhari harkat”Usman came running inside to my bedroom and i was just trying to dial the phone as i was much pissed off.In fact I never thought of usman ever in my dreams too because I was always tired of my brother being very close to him and some time ignor my bhabhi Rati also. I hated him, thinking karşıyaka escort bayan it was because of him Ratan was away from rati ashaji please maaf kar do, main kuch nahin kar raha tha. Please phone rakh do” usman tried to defend him.“Haan, mujhe ye karna chahiye ki tum yehi pe baith jau aur tumhare samne hi mein kapde nikal deti hu, chupke se dekhneka kay jarurat hai. Waise bhi bhai ko ladle naukar ki himat ke bare mein pata to lagane do” i was always furious with him as he was Ratan’s pet “tumahre jaise harami logon ko ghar mein rakhne ka matlab to samaj mein ane do.”Ashaji aap batka batangad bana rahe ho, maine aise kiya kiya jo kuch bhi bhaiya ko phone karke bat rahe ho” he told in a bit harsh voice. “ashaji main kuch nahi kiya bahar se awaz aya isliye main terrace pe gaya tha. Aapko galatfaimi ho rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi kiya I felt it was inough. In fact because of usman my bhabhi felt her privacy was always in under threat. First of all i didn’t like him just because my brother Ratan was always with him and he cared him more then my bhabhi.He never treated him like a servant and to that matter my bhabhi and i had to face humiliation in front of him 2-3 times. No matter he was in the same house for almost 7-8 years for now right from his teenage but for me he was still a servant. I was trying to dial my brother Ratan’s cell number Usman strongly took the receiver from my hand and connected the line.I was fuming in anger as he strongly took the receiver from my hand. Without looking or seeing i just gave him a tight slap and yelled at him “Tumhari himmat kaise hui mujhe chune ka”i was boiling with anger. “Phone neeche rakho” usman kept the receiver and again picked the telephone and threw it across the wall I couldn’t believe what just happened Usman was starting at me in anger holding his hand on his face where I hit him.“Tumhe to is ghar se jana hoga abhi isi waqt warna bahut bura hoga”I screamed “Apne aap ko samjte kay hi, nikal jao. I just walked out of the room and to my surprise usman came from behind, as i was about to climb the steps down and caught me from behind.i just yelled. Usman kay kar rahe ho. He closed my mouth and dragged me back to the bedroom and pushed me on the bed and was staring at me.TO BE CONTINUEE…

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