Zamindars Prequel: the Thakur
Copyright© 2025 by Prithvik1947
Chapter 8
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Prequel to the Zamindars stories posted earlier. Focused on the sexual escapades of Subhash Thakur
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction True Story Cuckold Wimp Husband Rough Harem Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Spitting Voyeurism
Once Shanta bai and Subhash Thakur were in his spacious shower (as they had been yesterday morning) and Shanta bai was gratefully luxuriating in the imported soaps and shampoos that her master allowed her to use, Subhash asked her about her to-be-daughter-in-law and her family.
Shanta bai told him (as she contentedly massaged her thigh length long hair with shampoo) that Champa’s (her to-be-daughter-in-law) mother (Vaishali) and her father (Ravi) worked in a textile mill outside Delhi. Champa was their eldest child (age 18) and they had a younger daughter Sonal (age 14) as well. They were living hand to mouth as was the common nature of their lower class and economic circumstances. Ravi was a distant family friend of Mangesh (Shanta’s husband) and the marriage had been arranged after one meeting between Champa and Rajpal (Shanta’s son).
The Thakur (sitting on the stone seat in his shower, admiring his full bodied sex slave Shanta bai as she soaped her naked voluptuous body), asked about Champa’s physical appearance. Shanta bai knew what her master’s intentions were and she knew better than to interfere in what he had planned. So she honestly told him that she was about 5ft 1inch tall. She was dark complexioned and relatively full bodied and she had long black hair down to her ass. Through the water shower, Shanta noticed how her master’s cock twitched when she mentioned Champa’s long hair and full body. She had no doubt that before the day was over, the Thakur would have deflowered Champa and filled her unprotected womb with his potent seed.
Subhash Thakur stood up from his seat and came towards Shanta bai and stood face to face with her and lifted her face by her chin and gently kissed her lips as they both stood under the shower spray. Shanta bai was so surprised by this unusually loving gesture that she gasped as she returned her master’s kiss. That turned into a full blown french kiss as the hard bodied, 6ft 3in muscled Thakur put both hands on his maid’s ass cheeks and pulled her towards his 10 inch raging hard-on.
Thakur: “Meri mast raand Shanta bai, abb tu mere badan par sabun laga aur saaf kar” (My sexy whore Shanta, now put soap all over my body and clean me up).
Shanta bai smiled up at her master, her god, her everything and sexily took the bar of scented soap that she had been using herself and began to rub it over her master’s body. She felt extremely joy and pride that she had been given such a privilege by her master. As she got down on her knees in front of her master and rubbed the soap into her master’s powerful legs, she looked up at his monstrous cock and marveled at its size, power and constant virility. It was only late morning and already this phallus had rewarded her with two loads of her master’s potent seed. Her husband Mangesh (who had been castrated by her master the day after she gave herself to Thakur willingly) could barely muster 3 loads in a month prior to his castration. The fact that her master’s cock made her orgasm each time it was buried inside her vagina was another amazing statistic. Yes it was very painful for her when her master sodomized her anus and her jaw was often raw and sore after Thakur throat-fucked her violently, but she accepted the good (in 20+ years of marriage to Mangesh she had never once had an orgasm, now she was having them multiple times a day) with the tough.
Shanta bai found herself kissing Thakur’s feet, then ankles, then calves and up his leg towards his crotch. Almost without thinking, she then began to licking her master’s balls as she continued to soap his lower body. Seeing his cock twitch to attention as she sucked his ample balls made her happy and proud.
Thakur: “Abay saali raand Shanta, aur kitna muth nikalwayegi mujhse aaj. Do baar to do diya tujhay subah se. Aaaaahh ... haramzadi randi chinnal bann gayi hai tu” (You fucking bitch Shanta, how many more time are you going to drain my cum. I have given you thrice already since morning. Aaaah ... fucking whore slut you have become).
By the time Thakur finished his sentence, Shanta bai had already taken his hard cock into her mouth. Years of practice had enabled her to accommodate a maximum of 7 inches of his cock (out of 10). It was the largest cock she could imagine. Not just long but massive in girth. Her hand could not encircle it fully and she often used both her hands to jerk it. Thakur moaned loudly and put both hands on her head and pushed his pelvis hard into his maid’s mouth. He felt his cock go past the back of her throat and overcome her gag reflex (which had been brutally throat fucked out of her system). Shanta bai then pulled out his cock from her mouth, and as the shower water fell on her face, naked body, and long black hair, she looked up at her master and smiled lustily.
Thakur: “Kutti saali bahar kyon nikala lund mera muh se” (You fucking bitch why did you take out my cock from your mouth?)
Shanta: “Thakur ji apne aaj meri coke nahi bhari abhi tak. Aapki daasi se kuch galti ho gayi kya maalik?” (Sir, you have not filled my womb yet today. Has your slave made some mistake master?)
Thakur: “Ufff ... Shanta bai tu to saali bahut kamaal ki raand hai. Chal meri kuttiya, kamre mein chalte hain aur wahan mein teri coke bharr dunga Thakur khandan ki nishaani se” (Oh my Shanta, you bitch, you are an amazing slut. Come my bitch, let’s go into the room and I will fill your womb with the Thakur seed and give you a baby)
Shanta’s happiness knew no bounds. She stood up as her master switched off the shower. They walked out of the shower room into the main bathroom, dripping wet. Thakur picked up a towel from the nearby rack and threw it at Shanta bai, ordering her to dry up quickly. He took another towel for himself and hurriedly dried his body.