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

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Her mussitation were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my Speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are worried are you not my dearest ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no right, your intellect is mine, and you will no doubtfulness found yourself in a oblivion, a circle of opinion that will never pass a ratiocination until I step in…"

I open a low hidden fridge and take out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting escort and murmuring conflicting thoughts that reflects the great mix-up 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 calendar book back into the drawer and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not gravel to wear underskirt. My cock grows hard with the thought of standing next to her and rubbing my hand on her hairy mounds through the flimsy sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the phone, directed a outcry to my broker in Republic of India,"discovery her biological home, trail them down, have them gather, commencement let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, remember, nothing but the truth"I told the factor,"meter to let her family do the dirty work for me…"

After a foresighted conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue Nike sport pant and a touch white t shirt, then go on downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter duster and a refuse bag to empty the bank identification number around the house. I looked at her plump tush joggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood floor. I walk up behind her quietly and throw my arms around her deform waist and pressing my crotch against her tail as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and look up, her expression flushed and sweating a bit on her forehead where a red bindi sits between her nicely trimmed brows,"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 turncock against her buttocks.

A smile curled up on the corner of my oral fissure,"Working hard, my all obedient servant and devoted cleaning lady ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a vast lightning had just exploded next to Anu's spike.

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew abstruse and baring my white tooth like a brute who has its prey well under its cat's-paw. I pull her to neaten up, her caput compass only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the nose oil she uses to keep her hair shiny and arrange it into a single thick plait behind her fountainhead.

Anu's body shivers as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like big flaming that consumes her judgement. My men pulled her long plait so she would depend up and expose her neck. I lowered my face, first kissing her cervix gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my arms then trembled as I bit her legal tender neck, her breathing spell quickened and shoal as my paw slide into her sari, caressing her puss with my experienced digit.

My tooth bit her neck opening hard, leaving bruise all over her neck opening and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take delight of her consistency as mine, her legs parted as my fingers advanced their assault and thrust deep up her womanhood.

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

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a low orgasm and leaned back against me to keep her standing, her deal 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 custody went up to her shoulder and neck, caressing the gull 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 daily home task. Later as she finished cleanup and dusting the house, Anu takes a peek into the class room, seeing me busying with reading a book, she dared not to intrude and decided to lead a paseo in the warm afternoon sun in the plump for pace garden.

She opens the prominent ice door opening into the garden, step out bare invertebrate foot and inhaled deeply of the dessert fragrance of the flowers, the weather is very friendly, diffused sunshine with gruntle breeze that make a person 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 easy, 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 prime and suddenly thinking about the wedding lei of flowers there are of customary in her Hindustani upbringing.

With that thought, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like computer programing and hypnotizing. wink, mental image, sounds, and feelings coming in turn and pieces in those flashes of paradigm and sounds, she saw herself nude, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of gestation with a very large swollen belly.

She can see her seventh cranial nerve verbalism are that of lust, and her hired hand, her hand are squeezing her lactating huge boob and milking them as hard as a man, a strong Thomas Young man involve her from behind. In the background, a voice, a overtop voice, so divine is its mien Anu can not help herself but to listen.

As she sits and heed in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the menage, laughing. Those spy microphone, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal messaging transceivers.

Every night, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But nil very strong and forceful, no orders, no control, only subtle proposition, handling of emotions, stimulate intimate drive…etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all.

In addition, triggers were planted in orderliness to let her see those images and enter a trance like state, while doing things totally of her own accord and wishes. 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 capitulum like a slave as her aspect burned with the mental image of her meaning and I take her from derriere.

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

She walk back into the house, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not metre pass fast…"I raise a hand and differentiate her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my legs after all the recital I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not want anything at the moment.

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

I spoke in a voice so stale that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not get wind it. Lunch and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed dear food and drinks, Anu took time to study several recipe ledger that I bought for her to understand and make upon, now she's beginning to grasp many foreign and exotic dishes aside from her native Indian cuisines.

After drinking tea and eating dulcet deep brown patty and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushions in the menage room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits next to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a voiced composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive vox, the song and the music combine into a perfect soft tune that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's face flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a cleaning woman should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself ineffectual to resist the urge and desire to bring this cycle together with the song. Her delicate fingers trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the regular recurrence and turned to calculate at me.

She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushion and now seemingly asleep, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpeting and moved close to me.

Anu rocked me gently,"Mr. Aamir ? Mr. Aamir ?"she called out several times but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her middle widened as she discovers that my cock is now hard and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye hat slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully postulate off my pants just enough to give away my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big rod. She runs her glossa over and over again on my pecker and sucking hard on my cock head with her hands fondling and stroking my gibe and Ball. Her eye flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a churchman and inviolable presence in her life sentence.

lease go of my dick, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not actuate, but only observed with great interest as Anu worship my dick and then get naked to service it.

She sits her pussy right down on my cock and begins the rock candy up and down using her hairy mounds to service my tool. Anu begins to groan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile fair sex, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my midst light beam.

"Oh my Young Divine, oh Maker god, please take on your devoted dependent and worshiper's service, imposing me your seminal fluid ! 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 centre become distant and dig as her mind slipping into another woodworking plane of sub - consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and break one's back who worship me with all her devotion and mind.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my dick, impaling herself and then raise her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly undefended eye lids, an almost undetectable grin along the corner of my brim as I enjoy her wet and warm up pussy surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscle to hug my shaft hard.

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

I can sense my balls tighten and my turncock swollen with my eruption close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low voice,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my cock and begging for more while you are self aware and conscious, until then, you will have no lucidness nor blockage !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my stopcock as we both begin to cum very hard, undulation of her vaginal juice washing over my pecker like ocean waves while jet after jet of my hot spermatozoan splashing against her cervix like a big hose. Anu lets out a loud groan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to kip.

Only an time of day or so later Anu awakes, she opens her optic lazily, she felt like she was in a dreaming, vague, satisfying but with aught concrete for her to hold on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my tool buried abstruse in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her depleted brim as she pull herself free from me, making a tacky popping noise as my putz mooring out her sticky and damp womanhood. Anu held her second joint closely together and hurriedly piece up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a sign.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the details were lost to her, only vague figure of speech of herself riding on top of me like a shameless womanhood and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her spike at a distance.

Anu's face softened as her mitt orbit out, caressing my cheeks with her ribbon as she tries desperately to call up why she had acted like such a whore and slut, and how could she birth forgotten her rankness cycle to hold me load up her again with the fertile seeds of my early days.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious horizontal surface satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to exact a rain shower. Her mind tried to grasp something self-colored in the dense fog, searching for clearness to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept tacit and letting her confusion run its course of study, the more she tries to clear affair up, the to a greater extent she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she regain limpidity, if I choose to finally pace in and use up absolute ascendence of course of action,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally undefended, she still has families…but soon she will take in no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to serve her."

After the shower, Anu carefully call for out an old, pitch-dark and white photo of her family, her digit travels from face to font, her female parent, Father-God, brother, sister, aunt…etc, bead of her tear fell on the photo as she sobbed in silence.

It had been quite quondam since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological menage are common and almost a usance for charwoman of her ground.

Then with the marriage came the rigour of life-time, she had neither the money nor the sentence to inflict or visit, but her fate and direction in life is sealed, she is to live with her married man and his fellowship, be a give wife and mother to his children.

But now she has time, and the money to compose or even chew the fat them, yet she has lost something in life history that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her counterbalance has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she stay and become a variety of concubine for me or should she pull her distance away, be a beneficial housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder sister even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - conscious layer, yet her conscious head struggles in agitation and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of animation for her,"I said in the silence of my own company in the family room,"kinsperson will be what she attempts to clinging to, her finale rag of hope in Republic of India, like the umbilical cord cord that connects female parent to fetus, but it is fourth dimension to cut the electric cord and let the babe fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a soft yet chilling voice.

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

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