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More episodes of this series *may* be available on my site at MistressPriya.com
I paced from one end of my room over to the diagonally opposite end, then back where I began. It was Saturday morning, 16th May, the day that Priya had asked me to prepare for. She’d said she needed to use me for something today and I was about as excited as I could be. The last session we had, she spat on my face and allowed me to smooch her naked buttocks. All my life, I’ve only imagined how smooth those beauties would feel on my lips, how wonderful they would smell from close range. The real deal was even better than my wildest dreams, so it was the absolute highest point in the week, perhaps my whole life, but something happened yesterday that surpassed even that.
Yesterday evening at around 5PM, I went over to the coffee shop in my college campus alone, to order one of their hot, steamy Latte’s, when I saw across the shop a girl from my class, Chandrika. She was dressed in typical Friday wear: a green t-shirt with dark blue jeans. She was the tallest girl in class, and known to be very shy, but I never considered that I was the same way. What made her look especially tall was that she was petite- she was pretty much a stick figure with no delicious curves like Priya, and she was alone in the coffee shop. I gave her a smile and said, “Hi.” Until that point, I’d never even said that much to the girl. She returned a genuine smile and a “Hi,” so we sat down and began to converse about our academics. I presumed that she didn’t have too many friends because she was too much of a geek, but I was more than familiar with the “outcast geek” problem myself. Our conversation was deep and wonderful, we had a lot in common and we connected quite well. At least, I connected better with her than any other girl I’ve ever talked to. I could sense that we both were like geeky soul mates. By the time we finished talking, it was 7PM, and I feared I wouldn’t be able to find a bus home. So we both left the coffee shop and decided we’d meet again today evening.
Today was going to be quite a busy day, being Priya’s slave all day followed by the date with Chandrika in the evening. “Ladies’ men aren’t born that way, they are made!” I kept telling myself as I waited for the clock to strike 9 AM. Priya had asked me come over at 9 but the clock seemed to be fixed at 8:55. I quickly dressed up in my gray t-shirt that Priya liked, along with black jeans and headed over to her place. I figured, if I walked slow enough it would turn 9AM by the time I reached there.
I informed my parents and brother that I was going out to a “friend’s place”, and headed out- it took around three minutes to get to Priya’s house. I slowly opened up the gate, feeling glad for it had been a long time since I visited Priya during the day. I was also glad because she had said that no one would be home the whole day, except for herself. It was a dream situation today. I left my footwear on the side and rang the bell to Priya’s house. There was no response for about a minute. I was about to ring the bell again, when my nose alerted me of a scent in the air. I sniffed carefully- it was the familiar smell of shampoo. Her little sister Vidya would often complain how her sister’s bath would fill up the house with steam, mixed with the scent of shampoo. The girl’s bath lasted for several hours and consisted of many rounds of shower, bathtub, and God knows what else. I sat down at the foot of her doorstep and watched the time go by as I waited for her.
Priya unlocked the door after five minutes and stepped back in, making sure that she wasn’t showing herself to the outside world. “Come in, Suhas.”
I got up and walked in, to lay my eyes upon the most delicious sight in the universe. Priya was wearing her thick white bathroom gown, which showed a lot of her chest area and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had on a large towel on her hair, and much of her skin was moist, with little glimmering droplets of hot water. There was a bit of steam surrounding her presence, much like a halo which also carried the scent of all the cosmetics she’d used upon herself in the bathroom. Her round face wore a her thin sexy black-framed glasses and wicked smile.
“Aah,” I felt my legs weaken, my heart go limp as I fell down to my knees and kissed her on the foot. “You are the most beautiful possible girl.”
“I know.” Priya giggled, stamping my head with her feet. “You should see me naked,” she said, stepping back a few inches.
I looked up to her and nearly spoke three words, “I would love…,” but before I could finish, she dropped her bathroom gown and stood back, proud and naked with her hands spread apart. My gut began to warm up from the sight of her incredible beauty and perfection- the way her huge luscious breasts and her big bums formed a beautiful hourglass around her slim waist, the long, slender legs spread wide apart, her delightfully clean, smooth pussy and armpits. A more curvaceous female body could not possibly exist. I dropped over to the floor again, unable to contain my arousal.
“You’re going to help me dress up for today,” Priya said. “Come, follow me to my room.”
“Y..yes Priya,” I said, following her on all fours with my eyes still fixated on her bums. I couldn’t get enough of them, especially not the live motion like I was witnessing. We walked past the couch sets, out of the living room and turned left to her study room, which she shared with her little sister. She went to the large brown cupboard and opened the door, swiveling the full length mirror in my direction. She dug into the cupboard and pulled out a few skirts, which she tossed straight back to her bed.
“Hey slave,” Priya said, “keep all those skirts together and tell me which one is the shortest.”
“Yes, Priya.” I dived over to the bed to obey her order. I held all her skirts one over the other, such that their tops aligned, and found the shortest of them all. It was a micro skirt made of light blue jeans, and measured in at just six inches. “This one, Priya.” I reported, handing it over to her.
“Nice,” she said and slipped it around her waist.
“Ummm…aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.
“What?”
“Like, you know, panties?”
“I don’t need them today, because it’s a very special day, slave.” Priya said, picking out a short, low-cut blouse and slipping herself into it.
“Priya, my supreme Goddess…” I gulped. “Can I ask what’s special about today?”
Priya closed the cupboard and began to stare in the mirror as she slowly took the white towel off her hair. “I have invited a guest,” she turned to my reflection in the corner of the mirror and said.
“A guest?” I felt like a thief does when getting caught red-handed. My strange arrangement with the girl was supposed to be a secret. “Who is this guest, may I ask?”
“A guy from my class, called Rahul.” Priya said, drying up more of her long hair.
“Your boyfriend?” I felt my heart beating down at my groin as I asked. Even though I was just her slave with no shot of becoming her boyfriend ever, my heart still hurt from the thought of her being with another man.
“I would hope so,” Priya said. “He’s tall, handsome and very smart. I’ve had like two good dates with him already, so I’m hoping this is the one. God, he’s so gorgeous I could eat him up for lunch.”
“Th..that’s nice.” I whimpered.
“Why the long face?” Priya asked in her mocking cute voice. “Come here and kiss my knees.” I crawled over to her knees and placed my cheeks against them, turning to my own sad reflection in the mirror. “You didn’t think you would ever become my boyfriend now, did you?”
“I didn’t, Priya.” I said, wiping off a few tears.
“I mean, look at me,” she gestured to her reflection with both hands, “so beautiful I’m almost lesbian for myself.” She turned to the lower right corner. “And you,” she sent a finger into her throat and made a vomiting noise, “yuck! I can’t even look at such ugly, desperate kids.” Her statements pierced the balloon that produced tears in my eyes, causing a wild overflow.
“Let me show you something,” Priya said, turning around and looking at her majestic backside in the mirror. She patted her own butt lightly. “Look at my bum, it’s so beautiful, people should hang pictures of it in the temples and worship it as a masterpiece of God.” She then pointed to my face. “Your face, is so ugly! Yuck, you’re uglier than my bum. It’s a crime for inferior beings like you to even breathe the same air that I breathe,” she said, shooting a ball of spit to my face.
“I get it, I get it!” I squealed, getting away from her. “Priya, I’m not jealous of this Rahul guy, not at all. I’m just sad because you’re going to tell other people about me being your slave.”
“Oh that!” Priya smiled. “Of course I’m going to tell him you’re my slave.” Her head turned upwards as she entered a vivid dream state. “Imagine that. I’m sitting on the couch with my legs on the tea-table, and you sitting and massaging them. He comes in from the front door and asks me ‘who is this guy pressing your legs for you?’ I’ll say, ‘Oh him? He’s just my slave, don’t worry about this little loser. He worships my beauty and hopes to die for me someday.’ Rahul will observe me even more closely than he has before, he’ll come over to my couch and kiss me and then fuck me in the ass.”
I swallowed a bit from her use of language. “Priya, it’s just that you’re too much of a Goddess to…”
“What? I should just allow slaves like you to keep worshiping me all my life? I should spend every waking moment spitting and pissing on you? Shouldn’t I get to sleep with handsome guys?” Priya asked.
“I guess so.” I paused and sniffled. “This guy better be really good.”
“Oh he is.” Priya grinned and nodded. “He’s the best there is.”
“Well, chop chop.” Priya clapped her hands together. “It’s time to start preparations.” She stepped closer and bent down to examine my clothes. “Wow, I had told you that this looks good, so you won’t wear anything else for the rest of your life.”
“It’s not like that, Priya.” I lied. “It just happened to be…”
“Take them off.” Priya shook her head. “I can’t have my slave looking like that.”
“Okay,” I said, quickly taking the shirt off and throwing it on the side of her bed. In less than a minute, the pants were gone too, and I stood in my underwear before her, hoping I didn’t have to take them off this time. I didn’t.
“Come.” Priya turned around and walked to the kitchen. I was surprised to be following her into the kitchen when we were talking clothes, but said nothing. She went to the kitchen sink and pointed to the big blue dustbin below it. “Pick that up,” she ordered. I obeyed, examining its smelly contents. “Do you see Vidya’s old clothes in that, slave?” she asked. I separated a layer of onion peels and squished tomatoes to find a green top. It had windmill style designs in black, over a glimmering green cloth- I could instantly recognize it as the top that Vidya was wearing on the first day we met. On the surface of the mess, I also found the skirt that Vidya had worn that day. I picked up both those items of clothing and showed it to Priya. “Yeah, good. Wear them now.”
“Seriously?” I asked. “I’m sure they won’t fit someone of my size, plus they stink so bad, Priya.”
“I’m sure they will fit you just fine,” Priya giggled, “the top is very loose for Vidya even today and the skirt is elastic.” She gestured to the clothes, subtly asking me to get on with it, so I began to spread them out on the floor. “As for the stink, you should get used to such things. After all, what’s your status in society?”
“Slave class.” I made a sad face as I put on Vidya’s discarded old top. It was tight as hell towards the waist, but the sleeves were lose. Overall, terribly uncomfortable but I had no right to complain. I then got up to slip into the skirt. As my luck would have it, they did fit although I had to stretch the elastic up to its tightest possible limits. I could feel the shape of the elastic sinking into my waist. The bottoms of the skirt reached my knee, whereas they went three-quarters of the way to the ankles when the beautiful Vidya wore them.
“Haha.” Priya giggled. “This fits you better than your man clothes. Now come, let’s do a test run.”
“A test run?”
“For when Rahul comes over.” Priya said, walking into her living room and sinking into her couch. She stretched out her legs until they reached the tea-table, and spread her hands on the back support occupying as much space as she possibly could. She smiled and began to play out the hypothetical scene out loud. “Rahul will open that door, take off his shoes and come inside. He sees the queen on the couch,” she pointed to herself, “and the slave dressed like a girl.” she pointed to me with a frustrated expression on her face. “Nope,” she shook her head and got up. “You still don’t look anything like a slave.”
“What should I do, Priya?” I asked, retreating from her advance, but she caught up with me and jumped over my body, her knees crushing into my ribs.
“I want you to look a bit more slave-ish.” Priya said, pinning me firmly to the floor between her legs. Her fist went up in the air and landed hard on my jaw, and before I could feel my breath, another fist made its way through my skull. With relentless brutality, the punches began to rain down on my face, while my arms were firmly pinned down below her knees. She delivered two dozen hard punches to my face and then paused to examine me closely. “Hmm,” she said, as she examined the swelling on my skin. “I think we’re halfway there,” she said. She sent up more saliva from her throat until it filled up her mouth, and then bent over to pour it all out on my face. “My saliva should go into your blood stream,” she said, and her fists went up again to deliver several more brutal punches.
“Enjoying your life of slavery, Mister Suhas?” Priya giggled, watching me bleed out to the floor before her. I turned my head around, searching for air to breathe. She watched me struggle for a bit more before she turned serious. “I did tell you that this was going to hurt. But you didn’t listen to me.”
“Priya, I’ll do anything for you.” I mumbled.
“We never had a discussion about what would happen if and when it turns out that I’m right.” Priya said.
“Right about what, Priya?”
“About you eventually wanting my love, about you eventually giving up on this stupid slavery thing…” Priya said. “So this is our agreement: If you never break, you can remain my slave part-time like you are now. But if you do, I’m going to tell your parents about this self-destructive tendency of yours.”
“No, please! Not my parents…”
“Yes, I will tell them.” Priya said. “But that’s only if you break. You don’t think you’re ever going to break, right?”
“Right,” I nodded with no conviction for the clause I was accepting.
“Good.” Priya got up from my chest and settling back in her couch. “Come, do my legs.” I got up to obey, and she giggled at my bruised face. “Haha. My slave with the punctured face.” I began to massage her legs, sitting at her feet on the tea-table, but she had a perfectly displeased look on her face, which I so feared. “This picture is still wrong. I can’t let Rahul come in here and see a shemale enjoying my beautiful legs.”
“Please, Priya. It’s humiliating enough…”
“No it’s not. You don’t look inferior enough.” Priya got up and pointed to her seat in the couch. “Hey, slave. Put your head there, facing the couch.” I sat at the bottom of her couch, with my folded legs under the couch and my face smothered into the velvet surface of the couch. I locked my hands at my spine as I did the bow, but Priya had other plans. “Put your hands on the couch,” she ordered and I did. She slowly approached and prepared herself to sit on my head. She soon lowered her butt and smothered my nose into the couch, with her soft buttocks on my head. She then caught both my hands and twisted them upwards, causing me to wince in pain, her body weight cracking down on my neck. “Now do my legs.” Priya said. I tried to twist my head sideways to breathe some air, but she kept me firmly in place under her butt, making sure I couldn’t breathe.
“This is too hard,” I mumbled.
“Exactly. What did you expect, slave?” Priya said. I groped around behind myself to find her legs and began to massage her near the thighs. The only thing that kept me alive in the restraint was the feel of her gorgeous thighs on my body. “Hmm, let me see now,” she mused, becoming heavier by the moment. “Rahul will come in from there, and see this boy dressed like a girl under my bum. Hmmm,” she paused for quite some time. “What if you are sweeping my floor instead?” I felt some hope at that thought, because even though it was more humiliating, it would allow me to breathe. “Nah,” Priya said, quashing the thought and my hopes with one syllable, “this is better.”
She picked up a magazine from the tea-table and began to flip through its pages. A few minutes later, there was the sound of a cruiser bike driving into the house; it had the unmistakable sound of the Enfield Thunderbird. I heard the stands flipping open as the rider parked the vehicle in her house, followed by the sound of heavy boots walking over to the front door. “Hi!” Priya said, tossing aside her magazine.
“Hi, Priya!” The deep, manly voice said.
“Come in, Rahul. Take a seat.” Priya said, patting the spot next to hers. I heard the man’s boots unzipping, and he began to walk towards the couch.
“Wow, you look great!” Rahul said. “Hey, wait. Who is that under your legs?”
“Oh, that’s just one of my slaves.” Priya said, shrugging. “He’s just this loser of a neighbor I had once. One day, he came over and said that he wanted to live for me and die for me, so I decided to take him in as a slave and use him till he dies.”
“Wait a minute. He actually wants you to treat him like this?” Rahul asked.
“He wants it more than anything in the world.” Priya giggled.
“Can I see him?” Rahul asked. If my lips could speak, I would have mumbled a little thank you right then.
“Sure,” Priya gave him her hand, and he pulled her up to stand. I slowly shook myself out of my restraint and looked up to the couple, especially the man she had chosen. He was very tall, at least 6’6”, given that he was even taller than me. He had a muscular frame, and his swarthy complexion was well matched by his attractive cream colored shirt and dark blue jeans held in place by a thick brown leather belt that was embedded with bright silver studs. I was quite pleased to see the man’s beautiful form- if Priya was going to be with a man for long, this would be the one for her. He stretched out his muscular arm around Priya’s neck and giggled with her as he looked at me.
“Aren’t those Vidya’s old clothes?” Rahul laughed, speaking into her ears, with the clear intent of kissing them.
“Yes they are.” Priya winked at him. “Just for good effect.”
“They look good on him,” Rahul said, breaking into a laughter with Priya as I bowed down and cried. The couple shared a little high-five as they laughed. “How old are you, man?” he asked me.
“I’m 18,” I said.
“So you’re just a kid?” Rahul asked. Priya nodded, I shrugged. “And you wanted to become Priya’s slave? As in, you actually wanted this?”
“Yes.” I answered. “Priya is the Goddess of beauty. I am honored to be working here as her slave.”
Priya giggled as she looked up to the tall man, but he returned a curious glance at the girl. “I can see why he thinks you’re the Goddess.”
“Oh, thank you.” Priya blushed.
“But when I see a Goddess, I think about what it takes for me to become a God.” Rahul said, looking deep into Priya’s big eyes.
“That’s what makes you so awesome.” Priya said, blinking slow, almost begging for a kiss, but Rahul turned back to me.
“So how did this arrangement happen?” Rahul asked. ” He just came over and said, ‘Priya you’re a Goddess, let me serve you and be your slave’?”
“Something like that.” Priya and I said together. I continued. “I came over to her house last month to reveal that I wanted to be her slave, that I would do anything for her.”
“First I thought he was proposing.” Priya said. “So I did what I did to Sid that time he asked me out.”
“Wow!” Rahul said. “The slapping and the spitting? Siddharth nearly ended up in the hospital, you know?”
“Yeah.” Priya smiled proud. “But eventually, he made me understand that he isn’t interested in being my boyfriend, that he just wants to serve me.”
“He’s a weird kid.” Rahul shook his head.
“Yeah.” Priya said. “I thought why not, you know. He feels happy serving me, so I might as well use him until he breaks and throw him away.”
“Use and throw humans, huh?” Rahul said, stepping back to check out Priya’s bare waist. “You deserve dozens of those around you at all times.”
“Thank you,” Priya said. “Come here,” she ordered me, pointing to her feet. I crawled over and sat down before her, and she stepped both feet to my skirt wearing lap. “Easier to kiss me this way?” she giggled, looking up to Rahul.
“Certainly,” Rahul said, grabbing her waist and planting a long, wet one on her lips. I felt warm just looking at the couple kiss, even though her heel bone was crushing into my laps.
“But this is wrong, he’s looking.” Priya complained, stepping off my lap. She pointed to the spot she was standing at, and gave her order. “Put your head there, you ugly slave.”
I lay down on the floor and placed my head near Rahul’s feet, facing the chandelier on the ceiling. “That’s better,” Priya said, stepping her right foot on my eyes, with the left foot over my mouth. She almost lost balance, but Rahul grabbed her and held her in place. I couldn’t watch what was happening, but I heard their lips smooching for over a minute as she stood on my face.
“Let’s take a seat.” Priya finally said. The couple took their seat on the couch, and I knelt before them. “Oh,” she said, gesturing towards Rahul’s thick socks. “You forgot to leave your socks outside.”
“Oh, sorry…” Rahul began to reach for his feet but Priya stopped him.
“Don’t worry. My slave will remove them for you.” The couple waited with a grin for me to perform the order. I moved to Rahul’s feet and raised the pants up from his ankles. A disgusting smell emanated from the man’s dusty sock, which were originally a white color but were now brown.
“He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it.” Rahul laughed.
“Hey slave,” Priya kicked my head. “Show some love and respect his feet. After all, he’s dating the Goddess.”
Rahul smiled at her. “You can call me boyfriend if you want.”
“Oh, I can?” Priya asked, gurgling with joy. Rahul approved with a nod, and they held each other’s hands tight. “Go ahead, slave. Kiss my boyfriend’s socks, he’s probably come from a tiring game of football.”
“Basketball actually.” Rahul said. “My feet get especially stinky with basketball.”
“You won, right?”
“Yeah.” Rahul said.
“Of course you did.” Priya said.
“So you don’t mind me coming to your place with stinky feet?”
“Oh, that’s no problem at all. I absolutely love burly sportsmen like you.”
“Thanks,” Rahul said, kissing her on the cheek.
“Besides, you can always come to my place and my slave will get you all cleaned up.” Priya announced, pointing at me. “What kind of cleaning would you prefer? How about a nice warm water massage for your feet? Maybe some soap?”
“That would be just amazing.” Rahul said, sitting back in the couch. “But start with the kiss. I want to see him kiss my socks.” The couple held each other and began to watch me intently. I picked up Rahul’s feet and brought it up before my face to stare first hand at the brown, dusty bottoms. I closed my eyes, converged my lips and gave them a nice, warm kiss. “Smile, slave.” Rahul and Priya giggled, as they watch me sink my lips into the stinky socks and sucking the juice out of them, smiling all the while.
“Good. Now go fetch a warm bucket of water from the bathroom.” Priya said. “The electric geyser needs to be on for exactly five minutes. Turn it on, note the time and get back here.”
I followed the instructions and returned to kneel before the couple. “You still haven’t taken them off,” Rahul said, pointing to his socks. I picked up his legs and slowly rolled the socks down and took them off, and as I did the shampoo smell in the room gave away to the sweaty smell of the man’s feet.
“Eww.” Priya shook her hands as if to push away some of the air. “Get rid of the socks and lick those feet clean.”
“Yes, Priya.” I said, quickly taking off the man’s other sock and replacing both of them in his big black leather boots outside. I knelt down before the stinking feet and began to lick the dust off them, partly out of obedience and partly for a desire to get rid of the smell in the room. The couple began to converse about the people in their college and their studies, while I toiled away trying to get the stink off his feet. Five minutes passed, and the room still had the stink.
“Priya,” I interrupted them. “Five minutes have passed.”
“So bring the water here. Use the big, blue tub. Also bring the soap.” Priya instructed. I went into the bathroom to find the large tub, filled it up with lukewarm water from the geyser. I found a new, clean soap box and thought of placing it in my pocket, only to realize that I was wearing a girl’s clothes. How would I carry the large tub and keep the soap clean and dry? Unable to think of a better answer, I stuck it into the elastic of my skirt and returned to the couple with the large bucket.
They giggled for a good length of time, discussing the soap box on my skirt. I placed the tub at Rahul’s feet, and he happily placed his feet inside them. The stink in the room disappeared as soon as he did.
“Now massage his feet in hot water, then use the soap to clean it up and we’ll do one more massage with warm water.” Priya said.
“Are you getting me a pedicure?” Rahul laughed. “You’re turning me into a girly girl, aren’t you?”
“A pedicure is something else, dude.” Priya said, trying to sound like a man. “This is just an elaborate foot massage, dude.” The couple held each other close, laughed and kissed, while I began to run my fingers between the man’s toes, exposing them to as much warm water as possible. I caressed the upper surface of his feet, then carefully raised them up to massage their bottoms. He had strong, rugged and large feet but as I kept pushing my thumbs against his skin, they did seem to soften up a bit.
“Ahh,” he sank into the couch, with his eyes closed. I could barely believe my own competence at the job.
“You like my human?” Priya giggled, pinching his cheek lightly.
“He does seem to be doing a good job,” Rahul said. “You must have trained him so well.”
“That I did,” Priya went in for another kiss, taking a lot of credit for something she didn’t actually do. I travailed at the burly boyfriend’s feet while the couple seemed to be on a quest for finding all possible angles at which they could possibly kiss each other’s lips. I opened the soap box and ran it all through Rahul’s feet, filling up the tub with bubbly water.
“May I, Rahul?” I asked, once I was done.
“You may.” Rahul said. “And don’t call me Rahul.” He turned towards Priya and ran his finger down her little nose. “If you call her Goddess, you should call me ‘Lord’.”
“Oh, you’re just delightfully smart, Lord Rahul.” Priya wrapped her arms around his neck for yet another kiss. I raised Rahul’s feet off the tub and placed them on a rag. I went into the bathroom to replace the soap water with fresh lukewarm water, the last batch the geyser could produce and I took it back to the couple for the man’s second round of massages. I bowed down and quickly ran my hand through every inch of his feet, after which I placed them on my skirt and dried them with the rag. “Bring them up here,” Priya told Rahul, gesturing to her own lap. Rahul turned himself around, using the couch’s armrest to support his back and placed his feet on her bare lap. “You feel all nice and clean?” Priya asked, picking up his feet.
“Very much so,” Rahul said.
Priya raised the feet upto her nose and took a deep inhale. “Wow, they smell all lemony fresh. Delightful. I could kiss them myself.” She then planted her lips on them and purred.
Rahul chuckled and fell back in his place, unaccustomed to having his feet kissed. He sat back up and placed his hand on her thighs. “You look so incredibly beautiful today.”
“What? In these homely clothes?” Priya said. “You don’t think they’re too slutty?”
“Who the hell cares?” Rahul said. “Look at those beautiful arms,” he ran his arms through each part as he spoke, “those gorgeous legs, your slim waist. Less than 1% of all women have perfect bodies like that, and you should be proud.” His hands suddenly reached her breasts and he circled round them with his hands. “Oh, wait. You aren’t wearing any…?”
“Nope.” Priya shook her head and smiled.
“What about,” Rahul began to slide his hands up her thighs under her little skirt until he reached the sides of her hips.
“Not at all. It would all just get in the way, I felt.” Priya giggled. “Is that too presumptuous of me?”
“Heck no,” Rahul said. “I came here wearing a condom.” Priya returned a bright eyed smile to the revelation. “And I’ve got four of them in my wallet, just in case we…”
“Oh, I’m quite sure you’ll need it.” Priya nodded.
“Wow.” Rahul heaved. “That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to say to a girl. I have to say, you’re the most ridiculously sensational girl I’ve ever known.”
“Hey, you can tell me anything.” Priya said.
“Okay.” Rahul straightened up with new boldness. “What’s for lunch?”
“Are you hungry?” Priya asked.
“No, no. I was thinking because you’re alone at home…”
Priya turned to me and kicked my face. “Hey slave! Do you know how to cook?”
“Umm, I’d rather not.” Rahul interrupted before I could answer. “The loser who massaged my legs can’t be the one that does my cooking.”
“Right.” Priya said. “So we’ll order a chicken pizza?”
“I have like a hundred bucks in my pocket.” Rahul said.
“Me too, I think. Hey slave, how much did you have in your wallet?” Priya asked.
“I have,” I gulped, “a thousand rupees.”
“What? Why?” Priya asked.
“I was going to meet someone for a party at seven today.” I lied about my date with Chandrika.
“Then you’re going to pay for pizzas today.” Priya stated. “No parties for you, slave.” She turned to Rahul. “We can have the best pizzas with that much money, right?”
“Oh yeah!” Rahul said. “Along with garlic breads and drinks and tortillas and nachos…An absolute feast.” He stopped himself in between his little daydream. “This is a nice slave you have here. Multi-functional.” Rahul nudged my ears with his feet.
“Oh I’ve also trained him for something dirty.” Priya said. “Suppose we’re doing it on my bed and you suddenly get a call from nature…”
“I can pee into his mouth?” Rahul laughed. “Priya,” he turned serious and brought his head close to hers, “you’re the best girl in the world.”
“I know.” Priya kissed him on the mouth again, while gesturing towards the phone. So I crawled over to the phone and dialed the pizza delivery number to order the feast pizzas, plus everything Rahul had mentioned. The bill came up to 980 rupees, so assuming a lousy 20 rupee tip, all of my hard earned money was pretty much gone.
I turned back to the couple to see her all over his body. Priya had mounted herself, with her buttocks on Rahul’s fully clothed pants and her knees to his sides, prepared for a cowgirl maneuver on the couch. She was about to bend over for a kiss, but sat back, took off her glasses and handed them over to me. If it were possible at all, she looked even more beautiful without the glasses, although there was a mark in the skin next to her ear from the metallic frames. She then swooped into Rahul’s body to kiss him on the neck and delivered two or three of them every second. The kisses then moved up to his lips, his cheeks, and his forehead thus bringing her large breasts closer for him to lay his eager lips on. The couple kissed for a while before she realized that I still existed in the same room.
“Hey, you are too young to be watching what’s about to happen.” Priya said.
“Priya, I turned 18 like two months back.” I cried, joining my hands and bringing them up. “Besides, I lost all my thousand rupees for the pizza order, too. Please let me be here.”
“That’s not helpful for me at all.” Priya said, falling into deep thought. “What should we do with our slave, Rahul?”
“Oh, there are tons of things he could do.” Rahul slid back on the couch and took off his shirt, and I assisted him by keeping it on the other couch. “For example, he could do all the licking work.”
“OOh, I like that idea.” Priya said, tossing her black blouse to me. Very soon, she unhooked her skirt and threw that at me too. Rahul took off his brown leather belt with the silver studs and gave it to me, warning me to be very careful with them. They felt surprisingly heavy in my hands, but I shrugged and set them aside like the other pieces of their clothes. Rahul soon slid out of his jeans and only had his dark brown underwear on. Priya brought them down with her hands to take a look at the treasure, and she let out a little howl of delight. “Wow. That’s gigantic!”
“Thank you,” Rahul took a bow. I tried to sneak a look at the man’s junk, and it was indeed very long and substantial. I could see why Priya would giggle at mine when I showed them to her this week. The condom barely covered the upper half of it, and the snake was still on the ground so Priya had her work cut out. She dove into him and smothered his face with her breasts, and although he struggled a bit, he was incredibly turned on. Slowly but steadily, the cock began to stand erect and salute the Goddess with the respect she deserved.
Priya held the man’s cock in her hand and laid it flat behind, then slowly slid her cunt over them. She went back to repeat the move a few times, until the cock became a full-grown monument. “Now get over here,” she ordered me. “Come and lick my bum for me,” she used her fingers to spread the ass cheeks apart and displayed her slit. Without a moment’s hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the space between her ass cheeks bottom to top. I went back, brought my tongue back to the bottom-most spot and began to lick it upwards, salivating as much as I could along the way. “This is your lunch, so you better eat it up clean.”
“But I ordered the pizzas and garlic breads and nachos.” I cried.
“Those things are for a superior class of people.” Priya said. “They’re not for losers like you.”
“But I paid for it.”
“Hey, shut up slave.” Rahul said. “We asked you to lick her cunt, and that is what you’re going to do.” So I got back on Priya’s delightful cunt, swallowing every bit of its salty taste. So I skip lunch for a day, so what? So I lost half a year’s savings in one meal that I’m not even allowed to eat. But the chance to see Priya naked and participate in her escapades was more than worth it. Also, there was a glimmering hope that there would be a lot of leftover food, given that neither of these two people looked like they enjoy food. I would probably get to eat more pizza than they would. I shut my mind up to concentrate all my senses on the Goddess’s delightful bum.
The couple then threw me aside after I was done licking, and Priya carefully slid herself into the man’s ginormous organ, letting out a loud moan as she went in. The cowgirl was in place. Rahul held her breasts and made himself harder, and guided her motion as she went up and down the man’s stupendous dick. Priya’s nipples became erect, her pussy went wet. I kept myself busy licking Priya’s feet clean for her as she went on bouncing on the man’s anus for a few minutes before screaming her way into an ecstatic orgasm. Feeling somewhat weak in the knees, she fell over and kissed his chest, then allowed him to kiss her bare supple breasts, but their genitals remained tangled in the same position most of the time. There were cycles of thrusting and relaxation that lasted for more than twenty minutes.
The pizza delivery man arrived. I ran into the bedroom to fetch the wallet from my pants, then looked at my clothes in the mirror. The green top and black skirt. How would I buy the pizza without showing myself? I decided that I would try with a half-open door. So I went over to the living room, where the couple was sitting on the couch, sweating and taking deep breaths, still nude. Rahul’s condom was nearly in tatters, overflowing with white fluid, which gave me a second reason to not open the door fully. I unbolted the mahogany door and kept it ajar by three inches, and only showed my face through the gap. “Yes?”
“Pizza delivery sir?” the man said.
“Yes, give it over here.” I sent out a hand from the gaps. Soon, I felt a box in my hands, which I brought in and set down. Four smaller boxes followed, after which there were two cold bottles of soda. I placed all of that on the ground and paid the bill, without showing the man my shameful clothes. He wasn’t too mad about the tip, either. He simply said “thank you, ma’am” and left. Priya and Rahul pointed at me and laughed. “Haha! He said thank you ma’am.” But the couple hardly had enough energy to even laugh about it, at least Priya broke into little coughs. They had a glow around their sweating bodies, with big smiles and satisfied eyes struggling to stay open.
“Slave, go to the kitchen and bring two large plates. We’ll serve ourselves.” Rahul said. I fished out the largest plates from the kitchen and produced them for the couple.
“Good boy.” Priya clapped. For a fleeting moment, I thought she was in a good enough mood, to maybe give me some lunch but that disappeared with the next words. “Now come here, and get your face under my ass.”
“That is so clever.” Rahul commented. “He shouldn’t even get to smell this delicious food…”
“Which he bought for us.” Priya shared a high-five with him and shifted her weight leftwards, leaving a gap for me to put my face under her buttocks. I felt more aroused than ever in my life, as I slowly slithered my head under her butt and soon had her full weight on my face as she straddled on me. I was repressed by two hot, sweaty ass cheeks and all I could breathe was the smell of her butt, all I could taste was her sweet cunt and all my hands could do was massage her thighs, but my ears were still wide open, being able to listen to everything they talked about.
“There you go,” Rahul said, opening up one of the boxes and serving some cheese garlic breads to her plate as well as his own.
“Thank you,” Priya began munching. “Rahul, I have got to say something.”
Rahul replied with a cocky “Yes?”
“You are the best I ever had in my life!” Priya said. “By a long, long way.”
“Thank you.” Rahul said. “I feel the same way about you.”
“Rahul, I think I’m in love with you.” Priya said. “I know it’s only our third date and all that bla bla…”
“Priya, I love you too.” And they kissed each other. “I had this construction in my mind of how the perfect girl would be, but you are even better than her. I seriously cannot even imagine a better girl than you.”
“Oh, thanks.” Priya said. “We are going to do it all afternoon, right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. So you don’t just like being naked, good to know.” Priya laughed.
Their conversation floated from love to other things swiftly, like capricious little monkeys swinging between branches. They were both delightfully random people, with the attention span of meagre seconds. I desperately waited for the part where they felt full and would let me have the leftover Italian food but they kept on talking and eating the food that I’d paid for. Their sex made them monstrously hungry, it seemed but I had ordered enough for four people. Sooner or later, they would have to give in.
“Can I tell you some disgusting things?” Rahul suddenly asked.
“You can tell me anything, sure.” Priya said.
“All this wheat, cheese, spice and colas do weird things in my stomach.” Rahul said.
“Oh, I know.” Priya said. “I’m starting to feel it too.”
“Maybe not as much as me,” Rahul said.
“Do you want to borrow my human and sit on his face?”
“That would be great.”
“But not yet.” Priya sat behind with her hands and crushed her buttocks into my face. “He’s my human so I want to go first.” I felt a perfect vacuum between her ass cheeks as my nose floated between them. Suddenly, there was a sputtering noise as a gust of foul wind exploded on my face. She shook herself over my face rapidly, spreading the vapors all over my skin. The couple laughed with each other and shared a joyous high-five. “Hey slave,” Priya looked down at me between her ass cheeks. “Aren’t you going to thank me for that? After all, if I’m your Goddess, that was a direct blessing from me.” I stopped massaging her thighs for a moment and joined my hands together, thanking the Goddess for her blessing. “Good. Now I want you to take a blessing from my handsome boyfriend.” Priya stood up and pushed my head towards Rahul’s butt.
Rahul raised his ass off the couch and one of his legs, so I could get between them and offer my face as a seat for his explosive butt. “Hey loser, I wanted to really thank you for spending all of your money on this sumptuous meal for me and Priya. As a token of my appreciation for your gratitude,” he laughed with Priya as he finished the sentence, “I hereby grant you this.” He sat down on my face and covered me fully under his naked bum and blew out an overwhelming draft of pungent fumes into my mouth, accompanied by a loud noise. I couldn’t believe that my Goddess was laughing at such a display, but she was head over heels laughing at my mouth’s expense.
“That was hysterical! I think your fart was even louder than mine.” Priya brought in her boyfriend for a kiss.
“You know, I’ve never been able to do that in front of a girl and have her laugh about it.” Rahul said. “Some people just don’t appreciate good humor.”
“Oh, I do.” Priya looked him deep in the eye. “In fact,” she felt her tummy with her fingers, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Rahul hugged her waist, gave her a deep kiss and nodded. “Go right ahead,” he said and stepped back towards the other couch where he settled back and turned into a spectator.
Priya’s naked body towered over me as she firmly trapped me between her legs. “Tell me whose fart smelled sweeter. Mine or his?”
“Priya, what sort of…”
“Answer the bloody question,” she said, punching my face hard.
“Yours, Priya.” I said.
“You still think I’m a Goddess?” Priya asked, bringing up her foot and crushing my neck under it.
“Yes, Priya.”
“In that case, I am going to shit into your little mouth.” Priya said. “Oh you would love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Priya, you are the Goddess. I would do anything for you.”
“I want you to make a promise first,” Priya said, moving her toes across my nose and covering my eyelid with the big toe. “You will pledge your life for my pride and entertainment. Repeat that for me.”
“Priya, I will pledge my life for your pride and entertainment.”
“And if you get poisoned from eating my shit or my boyfriend’s shit, you will go home, take a knife and stab yourself in the throat so that we don’t get blamed.”
I swallowed hard before this one. Was it time I gave up and went home? Or would I insist on this crazy mission and accept my death from her excrements? “If I get poisoned from eating your shit or your boyfriend’s shit,” I paused, took a deep breath and let go, “I will go home and stab myself in the throat so you and your lover don’t get caught.”
“Good.” Priya smiled and turned back to her boyfriend. “I wish I had this human long back, to pay for all my meals and eat my shit after.”
“I know.” Rahul said. “Wish I had one of these humans for myself.”
“Rahul, can you hand me that gorgeous belt of yours, please?” Priya asked. Rahul picked up his belt and handed it to her. “Now Suhas,” she showed me the menacing thick belt in her hands, “how would you like us beating you up with this belt? This thick leather belt with the silver studs, so manly.”
“I would hate it,” I said, trying to retreat.
“Well, slave I will beat you with this if you don’t do your job properly.” Priya explained. “You see, I’m going to poop in your mouth now. As a Goddess, I should not have to smell my own shit and I like my couch to be clean. So you’ll have to open up your mouth and cover my shit hole fully, make it absolutely air-tight.”
“I got it, Goddess.”
“If I smell anything, even the smallest bit of it in the air, I’m not going to spare your life.” Priya warned, before turning around and taking a seat on my mouth. I fully covered up her hole with my mouth and waited for her to take a dump into my throat. She sat back and relaxed, turning to Rahul. “You know, just yesterday I spat in his face and his eyes. I used to think that was cruel, but now…”
“Yeah,” Rahul nodded. “Now he’s about to eat your undigested Italian lunch which he paid for.”
“Gnn,” Priya tightened her stomach and grunted a bit. I felt a solid substance make its way through my lips and hang above my throat like a bat. In a moment, the piece detached from her butt and landed right on my throat, from where I tried to push it down the oesophagus while avoiding its rancid taste on my tongue. In the next couple of minutes, she had pushed down four more turds down my throat, and was taking a deep breath. “I’m done,” she announced, upon which I ran my tongue through the complete surface area of her buttocks in my mouth.
Priya sat up and checked herself with a toilet paper that Rahul had promptly produced from the toilet and it was clean. “I can’t believe you got that right the first time, slave.” Priya commended.
“Thank you, my Goddess,” I said, falling to her feet and worshiping them, hoping that what I thought would happen next would not happen next, but it did any way.
“Rahul, you want to try out my human toilet?” Priya asked her naked boyfriend.
“Oh, most certainly.” Rahul laughed and gestured for me to get back in my place on the couch. He sat down with his ugly brown butt on my face and emptied his digestive system of his complete body weight. I counted more than fourteen turds of shit dumping into my mouth as he sat down and pooped in my mouth, after which I licked his ass clean like I did with Priya’s.
“Ahh, that feels good.” Rahul said, feeling his stomach. “We obviously over-ate our lunch, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” Priya said. “But as long as we have this human here, there’s no problem. We can sit on his face and eat as much as we want.” The couple giggled and kissed each other intensely. It looked like they were about to go at it again, right there in their standing pose. Suddenly, Rahul broke wind again. Priya stepped back from him, and I began to hope that that would end their relationship. “How did that happen?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” Rahul smiled and shrugged. “But your slave just sat there and allowed that in the air.”
“Yeah.” Priya and Rahul began to gang up on me. I went as far back as my legs could carry me, but they had me cornered. “Priya, how was I supposed to know that he would suddenly fart after all that…”
“I don’t care.” Priya said, picking up the big brown belt. “I gave you a simple job to do and you didn’t do it right.”
“Mercy, Priya,” I said, but the belt was soon up in the air. Its leather surface landed with devastating force on my ankles, breaking some of the skin under my skirt. She relentlessly sent the belt flying in the air towards me, causing several welts all over my upper body and back. After a good number of beatings, she paused and smiled with her boyfriend. “You know what? This is really arousing for me.”
“Is it?” Rahul asked. “Let me try.” He took over the belt and coiled it in his hands, his face carrying an evil grin. “You still think Priya is a Goddess, kid?” he asked. Before I could answer, he sent the belt diving into my gut. I struggled and twitched on the floor, but he turned the belt around in his hands, exposing the other side of it- the side embedded with silver studs. The world turned dark for a moment as the silver broke into my spine, cut into my knees and left marks on my butt. His blows were even stronger than Priya’s, in addition to using the wrong side of the belt with confounding effect. The couple soon had me beaten up and bleeding all through my body. Rahul caught my leg and pulled me to the center of the living room. “Come here,” he said to Priya and she did. “Let’s do it on him, shall we?”
“My pleasure,” Priya announced, sitting her knees down on my chest, with her hands too close to my groin. Rahul knelt on the floor, preparing himself for a doggy style pelvic thrust. He unpacked a condom from his wallet and put it on, then grabbed Priya’s huge breasts. From my sleeping position on the floor, I could see the penetration fully, as well as much of Priya’s extremely beautiful body, which still seemed that way despite what she and her boyfriend had done in my mouth. I watched Rahul’s erect dick make its way into the Goddess’s large slit, and it went in for quite a length. A few drops of cum began to spurt down her cunt right on my face, but I tried to keep my eyes open to watch her breasts dangle back and forth. The couple began to moan and scream, sometimes out of exhaustion and sometimes ecstasy, thrusting themselves into an elongated orgasm right on my body, while Priya would constantly take her time to pound my balls with her fist.
“Should we move this to the bed?” Rahul asked, having spent well over fifteen minutes in the doggy maneuver.
“Yeah.” Priya said, getting off my body. The couple held each other and looked at my pathetic wet face as I lay before them, powerless and defeated. “Do you want to belt him again?” she asked him.
“Nah, I’m good.” Rahul said, replacing his condom yet again.
“Then we don’t need him anymore.” Priya noted. “Hey slave, take your clothes and get out of my house!”
I quickly got up, changed into my own clothes and ran out of her house per her orders. I slowed down to a walk as I approached my own brown house in the perpendicular road. The time was nearly 2 PM. My parents wouldn’t be happy to see me return at this house, because they always had their afternoon nap at this hour. But I rang the bell anyway, and received a nasty scolding from my mother. Afterwards, I got into the shower, turned on the cold water and as the water fell on the red welts on my body, I sank into the bathroom floor to cry for three hours at a stretch.
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