A tike widow Live in Maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her muttering were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my loudspeaker system quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my beloved ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no unspoiled, your psyche is mine, and you will no uncertainty found yourself in a limbo, a circle of persuasion that will never reach a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a small hidden electric refrigerator and read out a nursing bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting view that reflects the great confusion in her mind…"And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine !"

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I watched Anu on the Monitor till she slowly put the small-scale calendar Koran back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear petticoat. My stopcock grows hard with the thought of standing succeeding to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the cut sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then piece up the phone, directed a call to my factor in India,"uncovering her biological family, track them down, have them gather, maiden let greed blind them, then severalize them of her job, commend, nothing but the trueness"I told the agent,"time to let her family do the dirty oeuvre for me…"

After a long conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a insouciant blue sky Nike fun pants and a matching Andrew D. White t shirt, then go forward downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a refuse bag to evacuate the bins around the house. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and cast my arms around her bend waistline and pressing my crotch against her stern as she gasped in surprisal.

She turned her psyche and look up, her look flushed and sweating a bit on her forehead where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed brow,"Ooh god Mr. Aamir…I thought…"Anu murmured in surprise and partially because of she didn't know what's there to say as I press my encased cock against her buttocks.

A smile curled up on the corner of my mouth,"Working hard, my all obedient servant and devoted adult female ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a immense lightning had just exploded next to Anu's ears.

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather rickety articulation. I smile grew recondite and baring my Theodore Harold White teeth like a wildcat who has its prey well under its pawns. I pull her to straighten up, her head reach only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the odoriferous oil she uses to keep her hair's-breadth shiny and arrange it into a 1 thick plait behind her read/write head.

Anu's body frisson as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like great flame that consumes her mind. My hands pulled her long plait so she would bet up and disclose her neck. I lowered my face, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her cutter neck, her intimation quickened and shallow as my hands slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my experienced fingers.

My teeth bit her neck tough, leaving contusion all over her neck and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take joy of her body as mine, her legs parted as my digit advanced their assault and thrust deep up her woman.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my fingers take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the flooring and flowing down her thighs. My mouthpiece feasted on her tender neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a small orgasm and leaned back against me to hold her standing, her hands clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely subservient look.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the family room and left her alone. Anu's manpower went up to her shoulder and cervix, caressing the marks there made by my teeth and smiled, smiled happily.

"Oh yes, he wants me…I am still his woman…Oh how I loved to be his, I am devoted to be his…"Anu let her thought wondered happily and hummed as she went on her day by day household chores. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the home, Anu takes a peek into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to poke and decided to take a walk of life in the warm afternoon sun in the rearwards railyard garden.

She opens the large chicken feed door opening into the garden, abuse out mere foot and inhaled deeply of the sweet redolence of the heyday, the weather condition is very friendly, soft cheer with gruntle breeze that make a somebody simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and assuage, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape of. She looks at the flowers and suddenly thinking about the wedding wreath of flowers there are of customary in her Hindustani fostering.

With that thought, her judgement begins to question, not just daydreaming, but taxonomical, almost like programing and hypnotizing. Flashes, trope, strait, and flavor coming in turn and bit in those flashes of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu hard worker, fucked and showing obvious mansion of gestation with a very enceinte swollen belly.

She can see her facial expressions are that of lust, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating immense mamilla and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from behind. In the background, a phonation, a commanding voice, so Almighty is its comportment Anu can not avail herself but to mind.

As she sits and mind in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the firm, laughing. Those spy microphones, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal electronic messaging transceivers.

Every nighttime, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her Psyche. But nothing very secure and forceful, no orders, no mastery, only subtle suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate intimate drive…etc. It works like dripping water system on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the heavily of them all.

In addition, trigger were planted in order to let her see those images and enter a trance like nation, while doing affair totally of her own agreement and compliments. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eyes fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet unsure of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her head like a slave as her face burned with the image of her fraught and I take her from rump.

"Pregnant…"She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were content from her Hindu immortal, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the business firm, unaware that a to the full hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree diagram in a trance.

She walk back into the sign, and bowed very low, typeface still flushed,"So bad I am, know not meter pass fast…"I raise a bridge player and differentiate her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my wooden leg after all the reading material I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not need anything at the moment.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very cold grinning creeping up my aspect,"oh it's a tip alright my slave, but not from your gods, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a part so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. Lunch and good afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good food and drinking, Anu took clip to contemplate various recipe books that I bought for her to read and force upon, now she's beginning to grasp many foreign and exotic stunner aside from her native Indian cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating perfumed chocolate cakes and cookie, I lay lazily against the cushion in the family room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits side by side to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a easy makeup, as the rhythm forward motion, she begins to babble out in a low and seductive vox, the birdsong and the music corporate trust into a perfect soft melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every roughage of its being.

Anu's human face flushed as she sang, it is not a birdsong that a womanhood should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to resist the urge and desire to play this rhythm together with the song. Her delicate finger trailed over the cosmic string of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to look at me.

She finds me leaning against that good deal of cushions and now seemingly gone, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpet and moved close to me.

Anu rocked me gently,"Mr. Aamir ? Mr. Aamir ?"she called out various times but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my fork, her center widened as she discovers that my cock is now unvoiced and self-conceited inside my pant. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully train off my pants just enough to expose my peter fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her glossa over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my rooster header with her work force fondling and stroking my shaft and Lucille Ball. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a churchman and absolute presence in her life.

lease go of my dick, Anu strips herself defenseless and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not move, but only observed with dandy pastime as Anu worship my shaft and then get bare to service it.

She sits her snatch right down on my cock and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my tool. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile fair sex, as she begins to gnarl as she fucks herself on my thick barb.

"Oh my young lord, oh divine god, please consent your devoted subject and worshiper's Robert William Service, tremendous me your seeds ! Make me yours !"she first whispered then her voice speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her eyes become distant and hollow as her brain slipping into another airplane of sub - awareness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and buckle down who worship me with all her devotion and judgment.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my putz, impaling herself and then raise her hip joint, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly surface eye chapeau, an almost undetectable smile along the niche of my lips as I enjoy her wet and warm twat surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal sinew to squeeze my prick hard.

Our muscle tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted garish, over and over again like a golem as she uses her body to serve and worship me.

I can feel my balls tighten and my cock swollen with my eruption close at manus, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly space stare and said in a low articulation,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my stopcock and begging for more while you are ego aware and witting, until then, you will have no clarity nor block !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my cock as we both begin to cum very hard, wave of her vaginal juice lavation over my cock like sea wafture while jet after jet of my hot spermatozoan splashing against her neck like a big hosiery. Anu lets out a loud moan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to sleep.

Only an minute or so later Anu awakes, she opens her eyes lazily, she felt like she was in a aspiration, vague, satisfying but with nothing concrete for her to oblige on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my cock buried oceanic abyss in her organic structure, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her lower lips as she pull herself free from me, making a loud popping dissonance as my stopcock skid out her viscous and dampish womanhood. Anu held her thighs closely together and hurriedly pick up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a star sign.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the inside information were lost to her, only vague trope of herself riding on top of me like a unblushing adult female and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her ears at a aloofness.

Anu's face softened as her hand reach out, caressing my cheeks with her palm as she tries desperately to call back why she had acted like such a working girl and slovenly woman, and how could she have forgotten her fertility hertz to have me load her again with the fertile come of my youth.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious level satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her way to take a shower. Her idea tried to grasp something solid in the dense fog, searching for pellucidity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the minute she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept unsounded and letting her discombobulation run its course of study, the more she tries to clear things up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she incur clarity, if I choose to finally pace in and bring absolute control condition of track,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open, she still has families…but soon she will give birth no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her."

After the shower, Anu carefully take out an old, fateful and lily-white photo of her family, her finger travels from face to face, her mother, beginner, chum, sister, aunt…etc, drops of her bout fell on the photograph as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite quondam since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological family are common and almost a custom for women of her background.

Then with the marriage came the hardship of life, she had neither the money nor the time to chit-chat or call, but her fate and direction in life sentence is certain, she is to go with her hubby and his house, be a consecrate wife and mother to his tyke.

But now she has sentence, and the money to indite or even chitchat them, yet she has lost something in biography that can not be bought, she grew unsettled. Uncertain of what to do, her rest has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and suit a sort of courtesan for me or should she rive her distance away, be a good housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder sister even, but not my adult female.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - witting level, yet her conscious mind struggles in turmoil and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the secrecy of my own troupe in the category room,"Family will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last shred of hope in India, like the umbilical cord that connects engender to fetus, but it is fourth dimension to cut the corduroy and let the baby fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a soft yet chilling interpreter.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the horizon, and Anu sobbed in her elbow room, in the growing duskiness of the house, my laughter filled the empty hallow of the place.

Continued