Sexual Service To Second Wife Of Boss

by Ramprabhu

Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, True Story, Oriental Male, Oriental Female, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, .

Desc: True Sex Story: A true incident in my life when i fucked on many occasions the second wife of my employer. Whenever i had to go to his house in connection with my work she invited me to fuck her.

This incident happened in 1988/1989. Then I was employed as a clerk by a Chettiar who was owning provision stores and godowns. I was looking after his grain godowns and I was to take care of all activities there including receiving cash for the items sold and depositing the cash in bank. For petty expenses like paying cart charges et cetera I will keep a small amount with me. When major payments are to be made he himself will pay the cash or issue cheques from his bank account. Daily in the night (if he does not come to the godown) I will lock the godown and go to his house to give the key to him.

Though I used to go to his house quite often I would remain there for minimum time only. He had two wives. Both wives were sisters. The elder sister did not get any children and so he had married her younger sister as his second wife. She had given him two boys and one daughter, and they were studying in school. The elder wife's name was Govindamma and younger wife's name was Venkitamma. I will address them as "Periamma" (Tamil word for Elder or Senior Madam) and Chinnamma (Tamil word for Little or Junior Madam) out of respect for them.

The senior Govindamma ( I will refer as G ) was about 40 - 45 years old and she was a very big bodied woman. When she walks it will be like a small mountain moving. She was so fatty that her buttocks looked like two big pumpkins. She was dark and her face was pock-marked. She had very uneven teeth and when she speaks sometimes spittle will be sprayed. (While speaking with her, out of courtesy for her, with some difficulty I will refrain from wiping my face sprayed with her spittle). She was not very literate and was ignorant. But she was very soft natured and will speak kindly and courteously with everyone. Whenever I go to his house if she sees me she will enquire about my welfare and she will normally ask me to have coffee or fruit - juice. If I happen to go during hot afternoons she will give me cool buttermilk or sherbet to drink. Altogether she was a very nice woman and I will make it a point to see her and offer my greetings to her whenever I go to his house.

But her sister (I will refer as V ) was quite opposite. She was about 40 years and she was lean, dark and very ill tempered. She had a bony dark face, very hard set and without any smile. She will talk very rudely and often she will command me to do some errands though I was not at all supposed to do such works. But she was educated, shrewd and knew well about Chettiar's business matters. It was well known that she was keeping Chettiar under her thumb and she wielded absolute control over him. We used to joke that that she was the real Mr. Chettiar and our boss was only her dummy. I had to necessarily contact her many times in connection with godown matters like cash payments et cetera. Knowing her nature and power and fearing she may speak badly about me to Chettiar, I will do whatever she commands but I normally would avoid meeting her as far as possible. In my movements with her I will always feel very much disturbed by her abrasive and irritating manners though I cannot make an outward show of my resentment to her for obvious reasons.

One day some load of oil tins were received in the godown but Chettiar had not given me the money for settlement. The vendor wanted immediate payment and so I telephoned Chettiar. He said the cheque was kept ready in his house. He told me to go to his house, get the cheque and settle to the vendor.

Then I went to his house. First I met G and after some polite talk with her I told her the purpose of my visit. Then she called for V and when V came from the rear portion of the house, G told her "this boy wants some money for the godown and Uncle (Chettiar) has asked him to take it from the house — see what it is". Then G went upstairs. I explained my requirement to V. V told me "Chettiar has not told me anything and he has also not given any cheque to me — but if he has kept the cheque ready then it should be on his table only — so you go and see in his office room".

So I entered his office room and found nothing on the table. V had followed me inside the room and standing close to me and she was watching my search on the table... V then told me "open the drawer and see inside also". Then I opened his table drawer to see inside. I found the cheque book in the drawer and took it outside. Chettiar had written the cheque for settlement to the oil vendor and also signed it. I showed it to V and said I will take it. She asked me to show the oil delivery invoice and I showed it to her. She compared the invoice and cheque and after satisfying herself that the payment was correct she asked me to take the cheque. While doing so she had moved very close to me and she was standing just one or two inches from me.

I placed the cheque book on the table and tore the particular cheque foil from the book. At that time she moved even closer and she suddenly touched my crotch with her hand. I got a jolt and moved back with some fear and misgiving. She grinned at me and I was now quite confused. She again touched and grabbed my cock with her hand and lightly squeezed it. With her unexpected touch my cock became raised and it started pressing against my pant cloth. I did not know what to do and with some confusion I looked at her. As I was always afraid of her temper her act now totally unsettled me and I could not believe it. I fearfully looked at the door to ensure that G or nobody was seeing it. She giggled and said "akka (Tamil word for elder sister) has gone upstairs to sleep — so don't fear". She caressed my cock even more and I became excited and afraid at the same time and looked at her with more confusion.

Looking at my fear and confusion she softly asked "why — don't you like my touch?". I could not reply and just stood mute. She was now rubbing my cock vigorously and it had bulged to bursting point and I had very much difficulty in controlling my erection and my emotions.

I said with some tremor in my voice "Madam — I will now go". She tittered and said "how — will you go outside like this when your stick is standing huge and rocking?". I could not say anything and looked at her with utter confusion. She told me in soft voice "I know what you do in the godown — there you daily fuck the ladies kept for cleaning grains — is it not?". I looked at her with trepidation. What she told was correct. There were three women in the godown for cleaning the grains and I was fucking them, of course with their full consent. But we were keeping it a secret and I had no idea how it came to the knowledge of V. So in a weak voice I said "madam — I am sorry — I do not do any such thing — somebody has said to you wrongly about me".

She grinned and said "don't lie — I know everything about what you do in the godown". I again weakly said "no madam — you have got wrong information about me". She tittered and said "I know all things because sometimes I call those women to come here and do some work in the house — I have enquired with them about your behavior and they have told me in every detail about what you do with them — so don't deny uselessly."

I was now quite afraid because she was a powerful lady. One word from her to Chettiar will end my job. I am from a poor family and the income I was earning as godown keeper was very much essential to our family. So I looked at her fearfully and again said "it is not correct madam — I do not do anything wrong — I request you to please believe me and not think badly about me".

She giggled and said "I know everything — but don't fear — I will not tell it to anybody — those ladies told nice stories about how you fuck them — so I just wanted to check myself whether you are real good man — now I find you have very nice Pudukku (Tamil word for penis) — so how about giving me a taste of it?".

I was totally shocked and looked in extreme confusion at her. I had not expected such words from her and I stood rooted there catching my breath. I looked at the door to confirm nobody was watching this. She saw my looking at the door and said "don't fear — we are alone and none will trouble us".

All this time she had kept on rubbing my cock and I could not bear it any longer. My erection was tremendous and I feared my cock will pierce through my pant zip. I very badly wanted to ease the pressure but her rubbing kept on increasing it. At the same time my fear for her was also too much and I could not do anything. So in a weak voice I said "madam — please allow me to go — I should not remain here longer — if elder madam or somebody sees us it will be a danger".

She tittered and said "who is there to see us? - don't worry about akka — she has gone to sleep and will not come down now — even if she comes and sees us what she will do? - she will keep quiet because she is my sister — she will not tell this to Chettiar — so come and do it to me".

I could not say anything and stood mute because my fear of her was still there. She sensed my uneasiness and teasingly said "what? — it seems your Pudukku prefers only the pundai (Tamil word for cunt) of those ugly women in godown and not me — do you find I am inferior to them?". I really was perplexed and said "no madam — you are very superior to them — but you are also wife of Chettiar — my boss — so I am afraid". She tittered and said "come — relax and have no fear — let us not waste time".

All along she had been rubbing my cock and it had raised to full height and was pushing against my pant. In spite of my fear for her I was also getting quite excited and my cock wanted to burst through my cloth. My breathing also became shallow and with confused thoughts I stared at her and remained mute.

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