Chapter 2

This is a continuation of the backstory of Subhash Thakur. In the previous part, we visited Subhash Thakur on his estate as he took his pleasure with his mature, 38 year old maid Shanta bai.

Shanta bai had returned to the main house, wearing only a blouse, her thigh-length long hair open, her face splattered with her master’s cum, and her sari still in the garden in the custody of her master.

Her husband, Mangesh was in the kitchen re-heating their master’s tea as his wife passed by on her way to their room to clean up.

Shanta bai glanced at her weak, cuckolded husband and wondered in amazement at the comparative vigor & virility of her master.

That very morning, around 8am, she had been asleep, fully naked, on a mattress beside her master’s bed (an honor that he had granted her after filling her anus with his cum around 1am the previous night) when she was violently awakened by her master yanking her up by her long hair and throwing her onto his bed. Whatever little sleepiness she had was instantly dissipated when Subhash Thakur viciously bit down on her right nipple while choking her throat with his left hand. Her dry cunt was painfully penetrated by her master’s monstrously sized cock as he mercilessly entered her without preamble or foreplay, all the while clamping down on her right nipple with his teeth. Shanta felt like she was being split apart and shrieked in pain as Subhash Thakur let go of her nipple and throat as he fully thrust all 10 inches of his cock into her pussy and arched his back to maximize his penetration of his maid’s body in missionary style.

Subhash Thakur screamed “Haraamzadi kuttiya meri chinnal raand Shanta bai. Le apne Thakur maalik ka lund ... le ... le ... chutmari kutti ... thuk raand” (You fucking bitch, my whore Shanta bai. Take your master’s cock, take it, take it, bloody cunt bitch ... get fucked whore), as he ramped up the speed and intensity of his thrusts inside Shanta bai.

Shanta bai could only shriek louder as her eyes rolled into their sockets and her cunt got wetter and wetter with each thrust. The combination of his violent lust, the 7+ hour interval since his last ejaculation, the sight of his ripe maid with her luscious long black hair splayed on the pillow and her naked voluptuous body at his disposal, Subhash Thakur did not last very long and filled his screaming maid servant’s womb with his seed within 5 minutes.

But he was not done yet. After jerking out every drop of his cum into Shanta’s womb, Subhash Thakur pulled out of her battered cunt and stood beside the bed. His cock was still rock hard and glistening with a combination of his cum and his maid’s involuntary vaginal juices. Shanta bai was still recovering from the fucking she had received when Subhash Thakur grabbed a handful of her hair as she lay panting on the bed and dragged her off the bed. Shanta yelped in shock and pain as her body hit the marble floor. Her master manhandled her like a rag doll into a kneeling position below him and slapped her face hard while holding her head steady by wrapping her long hair around his wrist.

Subhash Thakur: “Kutti Shanta bai, abb saaf kar mera lauda” (Bitch Shanta bai, now clean my cock).

Saying that, Subhash Thakur, inserted his cock into his maid’s gaping mouth. Thrusting as much as would fit down her throat and then pulling back out. He instructed her to lick his balls and cock until every drop of fluid was sucked off.