East - West Relations

This is a first story from a long time lurker.

My grateful appreciation for editing, goes to Kenji Sato.

EAST WEST RELATIONS

When Greg had finished reading his mail he said to himself "well that's it then." Sighing, he placed the final Decree of Divorce Certificate down on the table. Finding himself alone, for the first time since his teenage years. Unburdened by marital restraints, free as a bird, open to new adventures. But totally miserable. It hadn't been an acrimonious split-up, but painful all the same. They had seemed the perfect couple, Greg and Sylvia Davies, and they had believed they were a forever couple. Hah!

Greg's marriage woes were compounded by covid, there had been a lot of downsizing and reorganizing in their chosen fields. Their dwindling finances were in a precarious place. That,, m and the fact that Sylvia, had met someone else, further aided in the disruption of their marriage. Funnily enough, they had stayed friendly with each other. Something remained, but not enough to be together. Sylvia and her new partner, were distancing themselves, of course. C'est la vie.

While not financially placed to purchase or rent proper digs right away he looked for temporary housing in the 'rooms-to-let' categories of the net, and he had even bought a newspaper for the classifieds. It had been a while since he'd read the newspaper and had forgotten how much he enjoyed the tactile feel.

It didn't take long for him to find an ad for a large room in a good neighbourhood, near everything needed in the way of amenities. He wouldn't have to share a bathroom and there was a kitchenette which included a toaster oven, a two-burner induction plate, an apartment-sized fridge and a microwave. Also included were a good selection of cooking utensils and cutlery for two. This was all fine and dandy for someone who was going to have to upgrade his cooking skills to conserve resources. After he had forwarded the requested job info and references, he was granted an interview.

When he met with his potential landlady, he was pleasantly surprised. She was an attractive women with a medium build, a full chest, and obvious curves. She was of South Asian ancestry, dressed in jeans, and a form fitting blouse. He guessed she was maybe forty-five years old and about five feet five inches tall. She appeared to be quite healthy and fit.

Greg had kept himself in reasonable shape, as well. It helped that he was born with the 'stay slim' metabolism, much to the consternation of some of his friends, who as they aged, found that no amount of running or gym visits could prevent the onslaught of undesirable pounds.

Greg hoped he wasn't obtrusively staring at his potential landlady, but he couldn't help remembering some of his past fantasies that had included women of South Asian descent. Part of his fascination had resulted from stories he had read about the British occupation of India in the early 19th century. Many women, in those times, did not take kindly to the occupiers and their cavalier and brutal treatment of some classes of women. Allegedly, with a cruel placement of razor blades in strategic areas. Let's just say you could enter, but you might not leave with all that you entered with. It made him shiver, but he was excited by the ingenuity and courage of these exotic women.

She invited him in, and after serving tea, they began talking the business of accommodation, seated in incredibly comfortable but formal chairs in her living room. His chair was placed in such a position for him to enjoy the erotic beauty of his potential landlady. She introduced herself as Isha, which he later found out meant 'supreme'. She sat comfortably and elegantly, her legs crossed. Being an active horn dog he wished she had been in a skirt, or even a sari.

She let him know she had done as much due diligence as the internet would allow, and had even contacted a couple of his references, etc. They chatted, getting to know each other and she explained that it was just herself and her husband, who occupied the house permanently, but they had a twenty-year-old son and nineteen-year-old daughter. They were both attending university in town and had apartments near there, although they do, often, come home unexpectedly for a home cooked meal, with full bags of laundry and to crash in their old rooms.

Things went swimmingly and they got along quite well; and, what with his history, demeanour and references along with a scant social media presence, he was found to be a suitable candidate.

Next up was to check the rooms out. It was down a wide set of stairs just off the kitchen. He followed Isha, his leering eyes glued to the purposeful swing of her posterior that gave him pause. Her walk mesmerized him, as the movement of her ass had Greg wondering if she was or had been a dancer. Maybe that could be investigated another time.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she pointed out the storage area, mostly filled with her kids' sports gear and he could see a kayak standing in the corner. It was a three-quarter- basement apartment. The door to the apartment opened into the long hallway they had descended to; it was at ground level. The house had been dug into a small hill, explaining why there were windows on one side only. The windows ran the whole length of the room, facing into the hall and out to the yard side, and sliding doors to an outdoor patio area. A laundry room was at one end of the hall with the storage area at the opposite end by the stairs.

The apartment was not your regular rental, in that it had windows with heavy blackout curtains along the same side as the entry to the main room. To get natural light, he would have to leave the curtains open. The previous homeowners had been artists and Greg was in their studio, which explained the windows with north-facing light. There was a second much smaller room that had a double-futon bed that was set as a couch.

"It's not very old and has never been used. You are welcome to use it, if you wish. It folds down into a bed," Isha explained.

"Thanks, I'll try it. It's been a long time since I slept on a futon," replied Greg.

"Good, that saves us having to get my son to move it somewhere. Oh, and there is a small closet in the corner. It's not large but could be useful."

The sliding doors opened onto a small stone patio. It did not seem to get much usage, but it had a couple of outdoor chairs and a small table. Isha told him that this door could be his main entrance to the house. Also there's the side door entrance from the driveway available to him. Both doors had punch codes. Isha would supply his own code which would work for both doors.

This set-up would be perfect, he hoped, as a temporary living arrangement. They agreed on the monthly rent, as he didn't want to do weekly. He would move in at the start of the month, in three days time. At present, he was crashing at a friend's house with most of his possessions in storage. So he had to work that all out.

His spirits were lifted somewhat after moving in, and it was time for a new start in life. Here he could surround himself with some of his stuff and have some much needed privacy, that which lacking at his buddy's place, he could concentrate on moving onward and upward.

Greg was aware that it would take a while to settle in, what with the new senses overload, including the new place and the constant aromas from the kitchen, enjoyable as they were. Then there were the family conversations, which were, sometimes, audible to him, switching between Hindi and English.

On the evening of his moving in, he'd been invited upstairs for a meal where he met Isha's husband, Chandra, who, while friendly also seemed wary of a newcomer to his home. Their son happened to be there that night, but they spoke very little because of his constant attention to his phone.

Isha made up for it, keeping the conversation light and moving. She was very interested in Greg's history and was very forthcoming, in general, about her family's journey to this country. It was soon obvious that she was in charge of this home.

As he settled into a routine and became familiar with his new digs, he found he was quite enjoying the relative freedom from responsibilities other than himself.

After treading quite lightly around his landlady and her family, he found them to be open and friendly. For weeks at a time, it was just Isha and himself living in the house. Chandra was a workaholic and in the air a lot to, unknown to Greg, distant locations.

Isha took care of the home, but seemed to have a very busy social calendar; she was often out when Greg returned from work, and also out three or four evenings a week. Isha would occasionally invite Greg up for a traditional South Asian dinner. She was a formidable cook and Greg was ecstatic on these evenings - for his own nefarious reasons. He knew his dirty mind would be able to turn it into a wanking fantasy, no matter what would transpire over the evening. Greg was disappointed on every invited-to-dinner evening, of course, because nothing much transpired. He never got a sign of any kind that would lead to an erotic adventure like he'd read about on Literotica.

Greg learned some phrases in Hindi - goodbye, hello, where is the bathroom, and a few others. He would surprise Isha on occasion when he used them, to her delight. She helped him with a few more and he even tested these phrases out at the Taj Mahal, a restaurant close to work. The lunchtime waiter was surprised and, of course, started a rapid conversation in Hindi, much to Greg's embarrassed amusement.

Greg's regular work hours were roughly nine to five, but his job was very boring, he was an office clerk; well a manager, but what the diff. Most every night, he was home but for the occasional beer-and-darts evenings with an office bud.

One Tuesday, a few weeks after his move, the whole office was sent home about two hours early because of a faulty fire alarm. While he usually used the patio door to get in, today, he used the driveway entrance as there was a rainstorm starting, and it was more convenient. Quietly entering, so as to not disturb anyone, as it was the first time he had used this door; he shed his shoes and made his way quietly down the stairs.

Stepping out into the long hall at the bottom of the stairs, he froze. There was Isha in the laundry room at the other end of the hall, her back to him. She was changing out of her blouse and removing her bra, adding them to the wash, bare breasted, and oblivious of him.

What to do?

He backed into the storage room, where he could watch her, unobserved, and marvel at the beauty of her full breasts and the perkiness of her nipples poking out invitingly from her rich, brown areoles. His frozen state was not matched by his cock, as it became very mobile in his pants.

He had to control his breathing, as Isha then proceeded to shimmy out of her skirt and panties, adding them to the washing machine. He stared, transfixed, at this marvellous and unexpected display. He felt dirty, but he was rooted to his spot in the shadows of the storage area, trying to ease his breathing. She was absolutely gorgeous and even while simply adding detergent and starting the machine, he marvelled at her gracefulness.

That was when she turned to a mirror on the wall and checked herself out, running her hands from her neck down slowly over her breasts, sliding down past her navel and towards her vagina.

Greg gulped noiselessly, he hoped, but she then directed her hands to the tops of her thighs, instead of between her legs. She admired and smiled for a few more seconds and delicately slid into her slippers, pulled on a blue diaphanous robe, and turned towards the storage room. He almost lost it. His dick was leaking as she walked purposefully towards him, casually humming a tune unknown to him. She passed him, still oblivious to his presence, and ascended the stairs so close, the scent of her perfume wafted to him as she swept by.

He listened for the door to close at the top of the stairs, and quietly as possible made his way to his room with his hand stuffed in his pants, holding his rock-hard dick for dear life. Silently unlocking, opening, and entering his room, he hurriedly checked that the curtains were tightly closed.

He threw himself onto his bed, clumsily undoing his trousers and releasing his throbbing manhood. He breathed and quickly caught himself, so he could relive what he had just seen. He remembered the curvaceous beauty disrobing and revealing all of the wonderfulness that was this exquisite creature. He couldn't believe his good fortune and slowly stroked his vein- popping cock, imagining if he were to be allowed the privilege of touching her lightly with his hands, nuzzling her neck and kissing her golden skin all over.

His cock-rubbing fantasy took him to her room, where she writhed naked on her bed, begging him to come to her. He did! Dropping on top of her his legs parting hers, his crotch inches from hers and he slowly rested on her. His hand reached for a breast and he imagined the puffy but firm flesh of her tit, with its nipple erect like a small cock.

The more he imagined, the faster he stroked his throbbing cock, and the more out of control he became. He writhed on the bed, imagining sliding his full cock between her lips and he felt the ripples through his body, as his cock throbbed and spurted a couple of cum missiles onto his face - one onto his closed mouth, the other one to the shoulder. He licked his lips, cleaning them, he was so caught up in the scenario. He actually found that he liked the taste of his cum and tried some more, dipping his finger greedily in the spurt remnants of his cock and he savoured it across his tongue.

He drifted into a much needed two-hour snooze. Upon awakening and dressing, he quietly slipped out of the apartment and house. He then proceeded to overact his entrance, a little loudly, as though returning from work at his regular hour.

Over the next few days, he used and expanded on his voyeurism of the laundry room scene.

Her exotic and graceful body images imprinted on his mind and he became more obsessed with this woman.

He realized laundry day was usually a Wednesday, and he had taken the day off to do some much needed personal business that couldn't be accomplished on the weekend. He decided it would be his laundry day this week.

As he approached the laundry room with his basket, he noticed a few items of clothing belonging to both his landlady and her husband in the basket underneath the laundry chute, which ran down from the second floor. Chandra, he knew, had left on another business trip the day before.

Greg plunked his clothes into the washer and turned, as he heard some items coming down the chute. A bra, a slip of some kind, some pantyhose, and finally a pair of panties in an exquisite blue landed on top.

The new arrivals, which of course reminded him of last week's encounter, prompted a closer inspection of the basket. Eyeing the intimates curiously, and with an excitement he couldn't control, he stopped short. 'What if she comes down,' he thought. So he busied himself for about ten minutes. Then, there was the sound of the garage door opening and a car exiting.

Greg was then alone. His body shook all over and he, in a trance-like state, picked up the panties from the top of the pile. He had absolutely never done anything like what he was about to do. Picking up the panties, Greg found they were still warm from her body and a little damp on the front panel. Pulling them tentatively to his face, and slowly bringing them up to his nose, he inhaled her aromas, as the inside of his pants stirred, knowing he was getting closer to Isha.

The deliciousness of her pussy secretions almost knocked him over. His cock was hardening and he lost it, as he hyperventilated with his nose buried in her dampness!

"Oh god" he groaned out, as he slid his hand into his pants and found hardness! Harder than ever. He was scrambling with one hand to get his pants open to free the rock-hard rod. Grabbing his cock, he started stroking, all the while breathing in the scent of his Isha. He spit in his hand and assaulted himself, as his tongue pushed out until it touched that dream spot on her panties! He was transfixed and aching to cum!

Lost in his own world, oblivious to everything outside of this little pocket of sexual tension, he heard a gasp from behind him, and turned to see Isha with her hand over her mouth in surprise. She'd caught him in the laundry room with his pants down around his ankles, exposed, his hand on his throbbing cock, a pair of her dirty panties pressed to his nose!

He couldn't move, with his pants where they were.

She stopped short and stared for a few moments, and then, seemingly gathering her composure, produced her phone from a pocket and quickly snapped a photo before he could react in his deer-in-the-headlights state.

She moved a little closer, taking what he assumed was video.

With a wicked little grin, she said in her lovely accent, "My, what a dirty little boy you are. This should make a very nice video. Now, push my panties into your mouth and touch yourself for me."

He pleaded, "I'm oh so sorry, I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me and forget this happened and... and I'll leave tomorrow."

Her little grin became even more wicked and she said,

"Oh come now, my dirty, dirty, little panty-sniffer, you don't think I'm going to miss some fun at your expense, do you? I have a very dull life here since my children are mostly gone, and you have given me a gift with your depravity. I don't know how often you have been handling my dirty panties, and I'm not sure I want to."

"This is my first time and it won't happen again," he promised.

She laughed, "I'm sure, you pervert. Keep touching yourself and,

push my panties into your mouth, so I don't have to hear anymore lies."

"But, I'm not lying, I wouldn't lie to you..."

"Stop talking and push my very wet intimates in... now!"

Startled, he did as she demanded, and was stroking himself harder

She giggled at the sight, and quietly said, "I'm glad you're enjoying them. When you are about to release, pull them out and wrap them around your penis and release into them."

As he continued, with his efforts becoming increasingly more turned, on she added "Do you know what will happen next?"

He shook his head no.

"You will then return my panties to your face, and you will clean my panties with your tongue."

He couldn't believe he was hearing this, even though he wanted to do it!

"When my panties are thoroughly clean of your spunk and my secretions, you will be free to remove all of your clothing and return to your room, naked - walking for my titillation!"

"If you fail to follow any of my demands, my husband will see these photos and the video of you walking naked in his house. Who knows what will happen then, maybe he is so disgusted by it that he calls the police. Imagine. Now, touch yourself and release in my panties."

He was horrified, but turned on at the same time, quickening his stroking, needing to cum so badly. Feeling his own hardness, slick with pre-cum and spit, he did as she ordered, knowing his life was about to change.

He was so fucking horny that he furiously worked his engorged cock. He looked at her as she stared at his hand and cock, smirking. 'Wait did she just lick her lips subtly?' He stroked faster. 'Is she enjoying this sexually or cruelly?'

Little girly whimpers escaped from his panty-stuffed mouth, as he tried to suck all of the womanly juices out of her pretty silken panties. He trembled, standing in front of Isha his pants around his ankles. He was so horny, as he quickly pulled the soaking panties from his mouth and draped them over his tool before shooting copious amounts of his white gold into her panties.

"If any spills on the laundry room floor you shall lick it up."

Staring at her, terrified, he gathered the panties, and wouldn't you know, several tiny drops did escape to the floor and as he stared at his mess, he told himself he wasn't going to do what she commanded.

"Get down on your knees and lick."Her voice left no room for error.

He knelt over the drops on the floor and bent down. He begged, "Please, I can't do that," as he felt her silky, stockinged foot, pushing his head towards the small puddle he'd made. Sticking out his tongue, he touched it to the droplets, so as not to taste too much of the floor.

"Now clean my favourite panties in your mouth."

As he stood and licked her panties before pushing them back into his wanton mouth, she continued.

"Now, off with your clothes."

He followed her orders, becoming excited again that she was titillated. He sucked hard and pulled his clothes off.

"Put them with the rest of your laundry," she commanded. "Now, go back to your perverted little world, while I think of what I'm to do with you. By the way, you will be staying for the time being."

As Isha tapped her phone, she informed him, "I have my ammunition to secure that."

He slowly walked back towards his room, standing as tall as possible, to show her that this was what he wanted to do. He tried to put a little movement in his hips.

He could hear her cute giggle as he went, choosing to believe it was because she was actually enjoying it.

They avoided each other for the next few days... well, he avoided her and she was too busy to bother with him. He spent his home-time naked much of the time, and even strolled, naked, to the laundry to collect his cleaned clothing that had been left for him. Greg was excited but worried. 'She had finished his laundry; that must mean something' he thought. 'But what?'

He constantly thought about their encounter, and had even played with himself as he expanded on what had happened. His fantasy expanded, adding spanking and Isha shoving something in his ass as she had him over her knee.

But he was also concerned about the future and what she might do.

Finally, four days later, he arrived back at his room to find an envelope had been pushed under his door. One word was on the outside of the sealed envelope. It read 'Greg'.

'Oh, oh, this doesn't look good. I'm going to have to find new digs in a hurry', he mused to himself. With slightly trembling hands he picked up the envelope putting it down on his table as he sat.

He eyed it momentarily, and then said out loud, " Fuck it. Things are out of my control"

Tearing the envelope open, he pulled a folded sheet of letter-sized paper out and unfolded it.

It read....

'Greg Davies, you have been a very good and trusted tenant up until four days ago. Your behaviour crossed a line so unexpected it boggles my mind.

I was part of this, I admit, and I am not particularly proud of my reaction.

Nonetheless, you really did surprise and disgust me. I had never in my wildest imagination pictured this encounter.

I have kept it between you and myself, so far.

Musing on this I have decided to keep you on as a tenant, with provisos. There must be punishment further than what you already experienced. I will decide what it is to be.

You will come upstairs this evening at precisely 7:00pm. Do not bring anything with you. I mean anything. You will be naked.

Seriously, Your landlady.'

'Whaaat the fuck. Naked in the house? She's told no one. Are we alone in the house?

What to do? Should he just leave and hope for the best? Oh my god what, to do?' He thought to himself. 'She has seen me naked already, and he had been turned on by it. Maybe she thinks I won't do it and I'll have the edge by obeying her command. Yeah, that's it.' He decided to march up there and show her he couldn't be intimidated.

He was naked at six-thirty, gearing up to give her what for. His penis was hardening in anticipation, and he was trembling quietly. This was it. Do or die, maybe... literally.

At one minute to seven, Greg strode purposefully to the stairs with an iron will, and began climbing. Halfway up, he began tentatively creeping, completely unsure of himself, but excited.

He reached the kitchen and crossed the cool tile floor in his bare feet. He stopped at the door to the living room, and peered nervously around the corner. His resolve was gone, having been replaced by tingling nerve ends and fear.

Isha sat quietly on a straight-back chair, her hands clasped in her bunched-up, loose-fitting red sari, with flat-soled slippers over her stocking-covered feet. Her eyes were unreadable.

She spotted him, and said, "Welcome, Greg, my sweet little pervert. Get in here and show me your manliness."

She was being sarcastic, or was she? He didn't even know if he was 'right side up' anymore.

"Don't dally, my nude little slutty boy. Get over here."

He approached her, covering himself with his hands.

"Hands on top of your head. Now!"

As he moved his arms, her hands appeared clearly on her lap, one hand holding a wooden spoon.

"You are here, my little panty-sniffer, for the start of your punishment. A good spanking! Im sure you've never had one; you pampered western babies with your parental fears of future damage. Today, you are going to feel my indignation. Now lie over my lap, and make sure to drop your little peepee between my thighs."

Greg was standing and walking as he approached her, but he felt upside down.

He approached the object of his lust slowly, attempting to cover himself a little with his shaking hands.

Isha laughed at his obvious discomfort, and when he was in front of her, she ordered, "Put your hands on the top of your head, and open up your legs."

She reached her hand out and lightly cradled his nut sack. "You have a very average penis. Maybe six inches long, on a good day." Saying this, she took her index finger and ran the nail up his hard-on rather roughly.

She felt him shiver, and with a pleased smile, ordered, "On my lap, you snivelling little boy-toy."

He trembled, obviously, as he positioned his naked body across, the lap of this goddess. He wiggled to get his cock between her legs, trying not to damage himself. Once settled, his arms dangled beside his head and rested on the floor. He felt a touch on his ass and almost came.

Slowly, Isha rubbed his cheeks in a circular motion, feeling him all over. She ran that same index finger, with a long nail along his crack, sending shivers through Greg that she giggled at.

"You do have a very cute tushy, my naked perv. I'm going to enjoy reddening these cheeks for you." With that, she raised her bare hand and spanked his right ass cheek.

Greg squirmed but stayed quiet as his cock throbbed.

"Hhmmm... you seemed to enjoy that, didn't you?"

She continued,"Not really much of a punishment if you're deriving pleasure from it, is there?" He remained silent, and as still as possible.

--smack!--, Her hand once again found the same cheek, as she exclaimed

"Answer me. You are so rude"

"I'm sorry," he coweringly replied, "but I am not enjoying it."

" You are also a liar, I fear." She paused, "I think we need to find a proper name for you to address me with. What do you think it could be? -- smack!-- Her bare hand landed again.

"W-What about g-g-goddess?" he stuttered.

"Oh, do you think I'm a goddess? I am pleased you think so. But not the right title, I feel."

--smack!-- Again, her hand found the other cheek and he trembled again.

"Lets see, Queen Bee, Ruler, hmmm.... no Owner? or maybe Duchess? I've always liked Tsarina!

No, I think in this situation, Mistress Isha will work. What do you think, lowest-of-the-low?

Mistress Isha, yes?"

"Y-Y-Yes Miss Isha. It would be my honour to call you that."

"You are now calling me what'!!?"

"No, no, I meant Mistress Isha."

--smack!--mm

"That is better, you little piece of navel lint. Don't you forget to respect your betters. Now, we shall continue the spanking," she asked rhetorically, as she reached down and showed him the wooden spoon.

"Noooo" he cried.

Too late, her hand was already raised and she swiftly brought it down striking half of each ass cheek.

Greg yelped and yet wiggled himself, so as to rub himself on her leg.

--smack! smack! smack!-- quickly in succession. He trembled and felt a distinct stinging that was painful, and yet his dick felt like it was growing.

--smack! smack! smack!-- Again. Spoon spanks in series of three, and a quick break. He felt his ass cheeks swelling with redness, as he held back tears, but he was also excited by the fact he had lost all his sense of self. There was nothing he could do because he didn't want to. Mistress Isha was in control, and that seemed to him, what he deserved and wanted!

She continued his corporal punishment, until she had issued ten sets of three spankings, and admired her work in altering the colour of his ass. She noticed his wiggling. She squeezed her knees together catching his hardened cock and pinching it.

"This exercise is not for your enjoyment, so stop trying to derive pleasure," Isha gave herself away a little, by giggling. 'He is so cute, my little toy,' she thought to herself.

Isha couldn't resist the temptation to play with his cute puckered little asshole. While she had him positioned, she was stroking along his crack and stopping at her target, which she circled with her finger. She drooled some saliva onto his pucker, and gently probed it with her finger. To her astonishment, it slid in easily.

Laughing she remarked, "Oh my little pervy panty-sniffer has a secret, yes? What do you put in your anus, boy?"

"Nothing, I'm not gay or anything," he countered.

"Oh, are we going to lie about this, as well." She pushed her finger in firmly, and Greg jerked and groaned.

"Tell me what goes in! Now?"

"Okay, okay, I played with a little butt plug, but just to see if I liked it," he admitted.

"And"continued Isha "did you like it"

"Y-Y-Yes a little," he stammered.

"Interesting"

She pumped her finger a little, wiggling it like a worm on a fishing hook. Greg squirmed with pleasure, but wondered how far and how painful she would go.

"We'll leave that info for another time, I think." She removed her finger, giving him a slap on the butt.

"It is now time for you to learn what else is in store for you, don't you think? Get off my lap and kneel on the floor in front of me. Just like a man preparing to please another man, yes? Something you know about?"

"No never... I never would. I'm not that way!" he protested.

"Well, I'll leave that for now. From now on, until you bore me, you are going to serve me in every way I can think of, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Isha"

"My husband travels a lot for business, and my children are rarely here, as I'm sure you've noticed. I have needs, my little toy. I'm in my early forties and still am very amenable to... play,"

She shifted in her chair and put her hand on her lap, rubbing it to and fro between her legs.

"As my service boy, you shall take care of all aspects of my.... needs. You will now bend down to place your lips on the tops of my feet."

Greg did as he was told. On his knees he bent forward until he was mere millimeters from her nylon-clad feet.

"Remove both my slippers and kiss my feet."

Greg eagerly responded, and kissed her feet several times before leaving the left foot. Straightening back up, he held her right leg parallel to the floor causing her sari to slide up a little, exposing her knees. He proceeded to take her toes into his mouth individually, and fondled them with his mouth, tasting them and dampening the nylon which gave off a heavenly aroma that attacked his senses.

He heard Isha moan a little in pleasure. He continued sucking and nibbling her toes, hoping he was doing it correctly as it was his first time. Of course, her moans spurred him on and he changed feet to give equal time to both. After a short while, Isha pulled her foot away and sighed her satisfaction.

"Now, you must massage and kiss and lick my legs."

Greg moved so he could plant kisses on her ankles, massage her calves with his hands, and started licking her hose covered legs. The musky, wet nylon smell on her golden skin was driving him mad, his cock growing rapidly again. He kissed and took long licks up and down her legs, breathing in all Isha's numerous smells. Isha's legs trembled a little, and she couldn't contain her soft mewing sounds, as she enjoyed the attention her power was giving her.

He stopped at her knees, and slowly looked up at her.

"Don't stop now, you lucky little licker."

He kissed her knees, and she opened her legs slowly, signalling for him to continue.

Eagerly, he slid his head between her knees, alternately licking both thighs. He was now past her pull-up stockings and was tasting her skin and the glistening heat emanating from it.

"Lift my sari up and put your head under," she pleaded, breathlessly.

Greg couldn't believe what was happening. 'If this is punishment... sentence me to life,' he mused to himself.

Suddenly, two hands held his head and started pulling him deeper between her legs. He kept licking the insides of her naked thighs, and she shifted to get closer to his tongue. His senses were overwhelmed -- the smell and sight of her pussy, the sounds of her arousal -- he was breathless. As his tongue found the edge of her panties, she moaned in short, little bursts.

Her panties damp with her vaginal secretions was driving his frenzy to reach her wetness, as his tongue stretched to its limit to find her. Finding its mark, his tongue ran up her panty covered pussy all the way to the top. Isha arched her back and loudly exhaled, at the first touch of her intimate zone in a very long time.

"Get them off! I need you to touch me now!"

Greg wasted no time in grasping the waistband her panties. Isha lifted her beautiful tush off the chair. Greg slowly, he thought enticingly pulled her silky red panties off, dropping them to the floor.

Isha urged, "Lick me now, panty sniffer, eat me"

Greg dipped to her pussy with that very intention in mind. His opened mouth was met by her neatly trimmed vaginal bush. Her nectar soaked hair pie sent shivers down his spine as he found her slit and he buried his tongue inside.

Lifting her back up again, she pushed her sex to his mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she grabbed his head, pulling him closer. Their frantic cunnilingus had both in a sweaty and frenzied high from the sexual tension. He licked and tasted, savoured and explored, his tongue like an archeologist's probe.

Her eyes rolled back, and shivering, she thrust her pussy harder on his face. She moved forward in the chair and lifted her legs, keeping them spread, they approached her chest, exposing her other hole.

"Oooooy," she was pulling him closer loudly demanding he, "lick here."

Greg was in heaven, he was exactly where he hoped to be, but couldn't believe he was. He moved his tongue to explore the folds of her pussy lips, running it slowly up and down, pulling her nether lips with his lips. His tongue stopped at the bottom, and then he continued towards her puckering rosebud.

"Oh my god, you dirty little toy... yes, lick me everywhere," she breathlessly murmured.

Greg ran his finger along her vagina and then entered her quivering cunt, curling his finger up, wiggling it and stroking in and out. His tongue explored and pushed on her anus, and Isha moaned and pulled his head harder into her crotch! His tongue eased into her anus an inch, his finger relentlessly teasing her cunt in a frenzy. Isha bucked her ass and pussy as she revelled in the attention. He pulled his tongue out and switched with his finger which entered her ass as he circled her clit with his tongue. Flicking it as quickly as his tongue could move. Her bucking increased as her thighs tightened on his head. He could feel she was ready, and pushed his finger deeper as his tired tongue continued its mission.

She gasped and moaned as her whole body shook, and her thighs were going to crush his head. She slowed and then bucked some more, as little orgasms followed.

Finally, she eased her thighs open, pushing his head away, his finger pulling out of her anus.

"Oh my god, that was better than my vibrator, you little pussy eater."

Greg stared up at her, a pleased smile on his face, as he exclaimed,

"Thank you Mistress Isha, it was all my pleasure and purpose to please you!"

Isha took some deep breaths, staring at Greg with a look of awe on her face.

She reached for his head, pulling him up so she could greedily find and crush his lips into hers. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, and then in a frenzy, explored his mouth, tasting herself and moaning some more.

Releasing her lips, she pushed his head back down between her thighs, and said,

"More."

Greg dove into her juice soaked, still quivering pussy; his tongue driving into her with a renewed fervour. He ravenously explored her cunt and then adjusted his speed and slowed, as his tongue pulled up and circled her still engorged clitoris. Teasingly getting close and then backing off, as Isha moaned her approval anxiously. Isha's breathing increased as he teased, and when he finally touched her clit he was flicking it then flattening his tongue to run circular motions slowly, biting it lightly and repeatedly. Isha's hands turned whitish, as she gripped the chair seat like a vice.

"Yes, yes, yes... I'm coming... don't stop eating my pussy!"

Her moans could have woken the neighbours, they were so loud and forceful. She seemed to try to pull his head inside her pussy, as she came explosively.

When she finally slowed and came down, he pulled his pussy-cum dampened face, his sweaty hair, and huge Cheshire cat-type grin from his place of honour and placed his exhausted tongue and head on her lap.

"Come with me," Isha said quietly, and they both stood up, and she gently grabbed his raging cock, pulling him down the hall to her large, rose-coloured bedroom. A massive king-size bed stood front and centre its eighteen inch high mattress covered in a rose and blue, gold- threaded comforter.

"Lie down on the bed on your stomach."

He did.

"Now hump the bed! I want to watch your naked body squirm, and I want to hear girly noises from your mouth."

As Greg settled down on his stomach, he stretched his arms out straight and began humping the bed, fucking it, his cock rolling and rubbing its hardness more than he could bear.

"Look at me."

As he turned he saw her with her phone up, videoing him

She said, "Tell us all what you feel like, rubbing your hard naked penis on my bedspread."

"Oh, Mistress Isha, I am in ecstasy while you watch me fuck your bed," he groaned.

Isha smiled seductively and murmured "What would make this situation better for you?"

Seeing an opening but not sure if it was a trap or not, Greg brazenly said "If only my cock was encased in the soft folds of my Mistress's pussy."

"Roll on your back."

Quickly he was on his back; his erection still hard, was lying flat on his stomach, pointing at his chest, his excitement at the possibilities causing copious amounts of pre-cum to seep from his penis slit.

Isha stood in front of him, slowly unwrapping herself from her sari. She reached behind her back and easily unhooked and dropped her bra to the floor. She rubbed her hands across her perfect tits and moaned.

"Do you like them, my little slut boy?"

He nodded vigorously, "Ohhhh yes, Mistress Isha."

Her chest heaved as she smiled wantonly, caressing them with dancing fingers. She bit her lip seductively.

She then turned her back to him and bent over as she pulled her sodden, silky panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Her beautifully sculpted ass wiggled in front of him as she dangled the panties from one finger and turned back to him slowly. She walked around the side of the bed and stood beside me, only eighteen inches away, her glistening vagina just above the top of the mattress.

"And my sex.... do you approve?" She grinned wickedly.

"My god, Mistress, it is everything I dreamed it could be."

"You will tell me about your dream another time."

As she dropped her panties onto his face, covering his eyes, nose, and mouth. He felt the bed move, as she climbed on and straddled his waist inspiring him to push her panties into his mouth.

Rubbing herself slowly up and down his shaft she huskily said, "You are going to make sweet sex with me. But don't expect it to happen often! It is only because my husband has been travelling so much and has not been very attentive to my needs."

Greg mumbled, as best he could, because he had pushed her panties into his mouth, "Heeth achrazy hhman."

--smack!-- "Owwthh!" he mouthed, as Isha slapped his face hard.

"Mind your manners" and she roughly grabbed his stiff member and guided it between her vaginal lips.

"Do me now, boy-toy!"

She bent down, and first pressed her wonderful titties into his chest, then further to plant their lips together; her tongue sensuously splitting his lips apart. He was completely surprised by this loving gesture, his cock fully embedded and throbbing in her silken pussy purse. They both moved slowly and sensuously together, as she impaled and he was engulfed.

Isha pulled her mouth from his, and with hands on his, chest slowly bucked up and down on his engorged cock. His hips rose to meet her, looking to find a fuck rhythm, and they did! They were in a sexual synchronization. Greg couldn't believe this goddess writhing sexually above him, was seeking pleasure from his lowly self. He was enthralled and becoming more lustful by the millisecond.

Isha was only feeling carnal satisfaction, her body so grateful for the attention and lust she could feel beneath her. To have this toy's manhood buried in her, vacant-for-so-long pussy!

The more she thought and felt, the more intense her need to.... well, fuck!

They both increased the pace. Soon, their individual moans increased and their breathing became more rapid, as their bodies smacked together joined in a mortar and pestle frenzy.

She felt his throbbing member pinioning her insides and she loved it... wanted it... needed it! She could feel her body shimmering, she knew what was coming. He watched her change from giving her body to receiving his cock, and as she rode him and his pulsations increased, her pussy was ready to explode; a couple more cock poundings, and she could not hold back. Screaming and losing control, she flooded over his cock, her legs trembling and her pussy tightening. She'd never felt this before; she'd thought her husband and only other lover had given the best there was.

Greg was in heaven; his mighty sword having conquered his goddess. He kept pumping into her tight cunt, as she collapsed on top of him; he was feeling the ripples coursing through his body, as he exploded into her waiting hole -- shot after shot of hot spunk filled her sex cavity. She couldn't move, as they had both collapsed together, still breathing heavily, spent and so exhausted.

They stayed sprawled over each other, not wanting to lose the feeling and yet scared of losing it because neither believed what had just happened was possible. They wrapped each other in their arms, and held tightly for many minutes. As their breathing returned, they, pulled apart enough to look into each other's eyes, and folded into a longing kiss that they didn't want to end. They lay spent for quite a while -- he revelling in his bliss; while Isha, wonderfully sated as she was, slowly interpreted what she had done and whether consequences would follow.

Isha knew she needed to take back control because, my god, she had been highly intimate with her lodger, her boarder! It had been what she had wanted from her husband but had never really experienced anything even close to what her boarder had shared with her.

She must regain control, but how? She could not show any more affection or especially lust. She had to let him know she was always, and continued to be, in charge.

Her plan formulated unconvincingly in her own mind, but it was all she could think of.

"You are a very good lover, but nothing compared to my husband -- so don't get any ideas about the future. I know my husband has been under a lot of pressure lately and I believe, without any concrete proof, that he has been playing for the other team on occasion. I don't know if it is part of doing business or if he's bisexual, which could explain his lack of attention towards me.

"That being said, I need more from you."

Isha moved to sitting on the bed and quickly swung her leg over Greg's chest. At the same time, she reached for and grabbed him by the wrists. He was essentially pinned. Not knowing what was coming next, Greg allowed it to happen.

"I need at least another or maybe many more orgasms, depending on your talents."

With that, she slid forward along Greg's chest until her sopping wet, jism leaking pussy rested on his chin. Smiling, she lifted herself, and moaning placed her pussy on Greg's astonished face.

"Lick me, eat me, clean my cunt of your cum and don't stop until I fall over."

Greg regained his senses and kissed the wetness that pushed into his mouth. His tongue snaked out and found her slit between her engorged pussy lips. Isha slowly started sliding her cunt back and forth, fucking his face. Greg allowed it to happen; feeling he had no choice, but also feeling dirty, aroused and intoxicated. His cock was quickly growing stiff as he tasted his cum seeping from Isha's pussy. He tasted and slurped what he could, from a sliding cunt using his face for pleasure.

Oh god, she was his Mistress and he was in full-bore lust! If he could talk he would have told her he would do anything for her.

She stopped, raised her pussy from his face and quickly turned so they were in a sixty-nine, except she didn't approach his stiffening dick. His tongue found her lips and slit again, and resumed its active probing and clit biting.

"Oh yes, right there, just like that. Clean me!" she moaned gripping his wrists so tightly she slowed blood flow to his hands.

Greg didn't care. He ravenously mouthed her pussy, sucking in her whole vagina -- lips and all -- as his tongue swirled inside her sweet, delicious cunt.

As she felt tremors starting deep inside her body, she squeezed his head between her thighs and humped his face. Her breathing was short and husky, as the feeling she craved rose from her depths and her scream, as she orgasmed on Greg's face, could wake the dead. Greg's impeded breathing was scaring him, and just in time Isha released her thigh grip on his head as she rode out several rolling orgasms, which completely emptied her of energy, pussy juices and the ability to stay in place. She collapsed forward and turned sideways, falling from Greg's face, her breathing heavy.

Greg could do nothing but lay there in dumbfounded sexual release, although his cock was still hard having not released the tightness in his balls. His face felt raw and saturated, as he breathing heavily, revelling in his giddiness. They lay unmoving for several minutes, until Isha spotted his engorged penis.

Generously, she wrapped her hand around it, saying as she giggled,

"You poor little pervy boy, is your cock still hard and uncomfortable? I shall help give you relief and sexual emancipation with conditions."

"Yes, please, Mistress Isha, whatever you want."

"I shall roll over on my stomach and you will pleasure yourself on to the cheeks of my bum. Then you will clean it all up, no matter where it may have seeped."

"Of course, Mistress Isha."

"You will clean again with your tongue!"

"Oh god, of course, Mistress Isha."

Isha rolled over and twisted her head back to watch, as Greg furiously stroked his hardened dick, willing himself to cum on his Mistresse's wonderful round and silky ass.

"Rub yourself, my dirty little masturbator. Tell me what you're thinking about as your hand pleasures yourself."

"Unhh unnnhhh, I'm thinking of how sexy and beautiful you are and love looking at your perfect bum. I'm excited to lick my thick semen off your beautiful body as you have commanded me to do, Mistress!"

Greg was in a frenzy he'd never known before. His dick, even after he had spit into his hand, was raw with friction. His body and thoughts were out of control and he finally felt the roiling in his guts, the sensitivity in his cock, and he could not hold back. "Oh my god, I'm cumming Mistress."

He powerfully spewed from his rock-hard cock onto Isha's back, and then directed the next spurts on to her quivering buttocks and into the crack of her taut ass!

"Oh, my sweet little perv, I can feel your hot cum on me. Lick it up!" exclaimed Isha.

Greg lowered his penis to her ass and wiped his cock, just as he lowered his mouth to her heavenly body to clean and tidy it. Isha moaned pleasantly, as she felt his tongue licking all over her perky cheeks. Her moans increased when she felt Greg's tongue start at the top of her crack. He slowly slid and licked the shallow part at the top and licked even more as his tongue drove deeper until it found her rosebud. Isha lost it when his tongue probed her anus and circled it, pushing his stiffened tongue into her hole.

She broke out in Hindi, "Oh my lord yours is the first tongue in my ass and it is driving me erotically mad." (translated)

She squirmed and whimpered, as he explored all her ass had to offer. He coaxed two fingers into her vagina, and she shrieked in pleasure as she humped his hand, which led, quickly, to her gasping for air as her orgasm raced through her body like electric shocks.

"Greg, ohhhh.... Greg, yes.... oh, tongue me... pleasure me... oh my mother in heaven..."

As she slowly came down and her body settled, he continued to gently fondle the walls of her soaking cunt, and he finished cleaning his cum from her ass.

Greg pulled up, as Isha's spent, limp, and glistening body shivered in the cool of the room as her glisten evaporated. She rolled over, and reaching up, pulled Greg onto her and kissed him passionately.

"You are a fantastic lover and now warm me as a human blanket."

They lay together for a long time even drifting to sleep for a short time.

"You are such an ass kisser, my pervy little friend," laughed Isha. "For future reference I do very much enjoy your kissing, licking, tonguing and biting. When I summon you to service me, I expect the same attention as you provided today."

"Yes, Mistress Isha, I won't fail you."

"And should there be any creamy gifts in my vagina, whether or not it's yours, you will keep me clean, neat and tidy, yes?"

"Clean and semen free, my Mistress."

They went their separate ways soon after, and spent the night in their respective rooms.

Greg revelling in the experience of his lifetime. Reliving the whole evening and even finding he had one more erection left in him, to touch himself while thinking of Isha's remarkable body and the ways it had reacted to him. He came on himself as he remembered his tongue in her ass.

Isha, for her part, was sated and warmed in the envelope of pleasure they had enjoyed.

She, of course, she began to think about whether she had gone too far, if she had lost her control and power. 'Ahh I have the photographic evidence.' She went to sleep touching her sensitive pussy, wondering how to proceed.

Things went back, more or less, to how they were. They were both able to stay out of each other's way, but even that changed a couple of days later. In fact, on a Tuesday, Chandra arrived home and announced he would be home for a while.

"Who knows for how long," Chandra opined.

Feelings were cooler in the household, with the husband being in the house, Not unfriendly or mean but standoffish was how it felt to Greg. This did not help the cravings and desire he felt, to the point of actually wanking himself in the bathroom at work. His balls were bluish more often than not, and he couldn't help but feel that Isha absolutely must have been in a similar boat; after all, she told him he was a 'fantastic lover'.

Greg was invited to dinner days after on Friday, three days after Chandra's return. He was going with an uncertain excitement. The fact things had been quiet, must mean Chandra knew nothing of their escapades because surely there would have been repercussions by then. His hope was that Chandra was not the type of person who would snoop on their spouse's phone.

When Greg appeared from his downstairs rooms later that evening, he was surprised to find there were two other guests in the living room. He was introduced to their daughter Tara, a gorgeous nineteen-year-old university student, who, at any time in history, would be in demand as a sculptor's or painter's model, if they were looking for proportionate perfection and beauty.

Greg had to control his ogling because he hadn't even met her, he presumed, brother yet. While Tara appeared to be somewhat shy, her brother, Niam, had all of the confidence in the world.

They were both very beautiful and obviously very smart. Tara, was already in third-year university at nineteen, studying some form of biological science, while Niam, at twenty, was doing a master's in robotics.

Greg was able to pull his glued eyeballs away from Tara long enough to sit down in a comfortable reclining chair. He sat, facing Isha and Chandra, who were relaxing on a large chesterfield. Niam and Tara sat off to Greg's right. Bad luck for exploring Tara, but good luck for his manners as he would need to turn his head quite a bit to glimpse the most incredible legs flowing from her mid-length skirt to the floor.

He listened attentively, as the parents lightly pressed their children for progress reports. Why don't they ask Tara more so he had a reason to, well, ogle her. Of course the confident one was appropriating the conversation. In short, they were both killing it at school and Niam was also doing well with the ladies, in his estimation; to the consternation of his parents. Tara was able to squeeze into the conversation and allowed that her classes were keeping her very interested and she was learning watercolour painting with a girlfriend.

They all enjoyed a lovely glass of a New Zealand, sauvignon blanc, as they chatted, primarily, about the kids.

Isha announced, " Shall we proceed to the dining room, as dinner is just minutes away."

Ever the gentleman, Greg allowed the ladies to go first and his eyes clamped on to the melodic swing of Tara's hips, much to the amusement, thankfully, of Niam. The last thing he needed was an angry, confident brother calling him out.

At dinner, the kids allowed that they would be staying for the weekend, but both would probably be out late, tonight visiting their various friends and hangouts. Dinner was over after some fresh fruit for dessert.

The kids took off to get ready, and the three grownups repaired to the living room. Isha and Chandra took their usual chesterfield seats and Greg sat on the couch the the kids had used.

The conversation was light and Chandra even opened up about his work that involved banking, investments, and venture opportunities etc. Greg was able to stay awake, mostly watching Isha as much as possible. He noticed them sitting quite close together. Their legs were touching at the thigh.

At about seven the next morning, there was a rapid knock on his door. He stumbled over, still half-asleep and moved the curtain to find a smiling Isha. She pointed at the door handle, and mouthed, "Let me in."

Greg opened the door as he must, and Isha strolled in, wearing an elegant red housecoat. One hand appeared to be holding her vagina.

"Get down on the bed, naked," she commanded.

Greg did as he was told. Isha shed her housecoat, revealing her scanty red nightie, and climbed onto the bed, and straddled his chest, one hand cupping her pussy as she smiled down on him and explained, "My Chandra was very frisky last night and again this morning."

With that, she moved to sit on Greg's face, removing her hand and placing her soaking-wet, panty-clad pussy on his mouth. Greg could detect the female arousal odours emanating from her pussy lips, but also the distinct sweet ammonia-like smell of male semen. He went crazy.

He kissed and sucked her damp panties, as Isha commanded,

"Eat me and clean me, now. I've brought you a fresh load of semen as a bonus."

Greg licked and savoured her silky undies, taking long tongue strokes and enjoying the little murmurs of pleasure from Isha.

Isha slowed her pussy face massage long enough to pull her panty crotch to the side, allowing Greg access to her most sensitive of erogenous zones, and he wasted no time in tonguing her slit and sucking the contents of her vagina.

"Wait," she cried, as she pulled her panties down her thighs and then raising up enough to pull one leg through, leaving the panty around the other ankle.

Isha grabbed his head, spread her knees, and commanded him to admire her pretty pussy with a creampie easing from her folds. She pulled his head wantonly into her hairy pussy, demanding the service she so badly needed.

"My creamed cunt demands you lick and eat her with fervour. Make me cum as often as you can. If I'm pleased, you will be allowed to have the panties I wore all night, soaked in my cunt drippings and you can inhale, suck and clean them with your mouth after I'm finished with you."

Greg had never ever been so high, and was having an out-of-body experience. All of his senses were hyper-sensitive as he strove to eat out Isha perfectly... he wanted what he called trophy panties!

The slurping sounds of Greg's intense ministrations urged Isha to pussy-fuck his face; she needed to come like never before. Her body quivered in anticipation of a building orgasm. She knew it was coming he couldn't slow down then.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it, keep doing that right in that spot."

Isha shimmered and bucked on poor Greg's face, not caring but craving the shivers through her body she knew were imminent.

And come they did, rolling through her, over and over. Greg could drown in the juices flooding over his face, as he tried, in vain, to catch every drop.

There was no affection after the exhausted couple slowed down. Isha got up and quickly put on her delicate lingerie.

Without looking back, she stated, "I must return to my bed," and she was gone.

Just like that, Greg was left with a raging hard-on that she didn't even acknowledge existed. He also had had an unexpected interlude, a fantastic memory, and a sopping-wet face slick with much come from two donors. It was raw and rough and a little painful but the smile on his face couldn't be quashed.

For her part, Isha had quietly left and was just as quiet tidying up in the bathroom. She slipped into bed with a gentleness, as her husband was there as well.

"So tell me how it went, Isha. Did he perform as you surmised? Was there a reticence at all? Did you experience what you hoped?" a smiling Chandra whispered to her.

"It was more than I expected, and I could feel the energy and excitement he was experiencing! I believe that he would be more than amenable to what we discussed," replied Isha.

"Good, good,"Chandra responded, with a slight cackle in his voice.

THE END....