The Copywriter's Experience
by kavikarmakar@yahoo.com



1

Just the Beginning

Being a copywriter means getting to read a lot of soulful stuff, meet hot
girls and cool guys at the agency or the pub nearby; and generally get access
to some really stimulating stuff nearly every day!

Of course there's the bad with the good - nothing is really perfect. So you
have the creative director breathing down the neck for inane stuff - "a four
word headline for a tissue paper advert - no more, no less". I responded with
"Catch what you blow" (not really!)

But what really excites me? Really? I mean sexually? The same as all other
straight men, yes, but with a difference - I like women who are athletic,
muscular, physically powerful. I like them strong and rugged. I like to see
veins, muscle striations, bulging calves, biceps, triceps, the hint of
washboard abs beneath thin linen, rippling shoulder and back muscles beneath a
modest sari ...

Why? I don't know. It just turns me on. So I read a lot of stuff about fantasy
female muscle worship, muscle amazons, female domination and wrestling, and
also see videos ... Have a fair collection of photos on my comp. I stay alone
in a one bedroom apartment. Not really into any meaningful relationships, sex
is once a while - maybe once in six months. So I do what a vast majority of
Indian males do - 'Apna Haath Jagannath' which very loosely translates into
your hand being your deliverer.

I never knew how my life would change once the new housemaid came into my
life.

In India, housemaids (or maid servants, 'naukranis' in the vernacular) are
often a deprived lot. Mostly working across 3-4 households, they earn maybe
4-5k a month, which is just about enough to keep hunger at bay. If they are
lucky, their husbands or other family members also work. In which case they
are able to afford the bare necessities of life.

Maid servants are usually treated as servants, in the medieval sense. They do
not have any rights (at least nothing significant), no other benefits like
social security, and have to put up with taunts and jibes from the ladies of
the house.

They start young, maybe as apprentices to their own moms, who were probably in
the same trade, graduating from a helper to their mom, into independent maid
servants in their own right. The work is hard, demanding, and probably shaves
off a few years from their lifespan.

But one thing their work does for them, is give them strength and stamina.

So Rani came in the day after the erstwhile petulant maid left cribbing that I
do not pay well and that I like to live dirty. In reality, she left because
the 2 bedroom apartment in the next building was ready to pay her 2000 bucks -
a full 500 bucks more than what I paid her.

Rani was happy with her wages of 1500. She said her brother, who was
handicapped, had a fairly respectable job as a mail sorter in a courier firm.
They lived together in a nearby shanty. This was also a departure from the
norm, as most, if not all maid servants are married - being married off as
soon as they get their menses. So here was Rani, a maid who was happy to be
working for less, living in fairly respectable conditions.

To be truthful, I do live a bit dirty, since I live all alone. And as all
lonely bachelors, I do get friends at my place on Friday night, when we drink
and watch movies till early morning.

The one thing that sets me apart from all other such bachelors? I have a great
sound system - Denon amplifiers and Yamaha speakers. Not to mention a Sony
Bravia 42" TV. These together damn well wiped out the 4 odd years of savings
from my perennially underpaid profession.

And I guess that is what got Rani to work with me. I like soft music playing
in the background. So does she ... often have I seen her sway her body
rhythmically to what's playing. Talk about her body - I have not seen anyone
up close with such a bombshell body - please note, this is to my liking: She
is about 5'7" (I'm 5'4"). While she covers up fairly well, one can't help but
notice the silhouette when that body strains against her dress. Her upper body
tapers down in a V to a narrow waist. The legs/thighs are shapely, though I
did not at that time get to see too much of them ... Her abs are like
washboards, with a distinct bulge of muscle running down the centre. No six
packs these, but definitely toned and solid. Her arms are wonders - shoulders
with defined trapezoidal muscles, ending sharply with rounded deltoids ... all
indicative of the repetitive physical work that she does. Her biceps are
clearly defined, especially when she picks up something heavy - the biceps
bulge into tight balls. I can make out the appearance of veins there, but am
too shy to look for long. Her triceps' cuts are clearly visible through her
blouse sleeves. And my favourite part: the forearms. Neither too thick nor too
thin, the sinews stand out when she lifts a bucket of water - the power in her
arms is evident then.

Regardless of her appearance, I have been repeatedly surprised by her capacity
to move large, heavy objects like furniture with ease. I have seen her pick up
one end of the double bed with ease, as she uses the broom to sweep below. She
had on that occasion held up the solid wood bed at one end with her arm, for
at least 15 seconds. Later, when I tried, I could barely lift the bed. Even
with two hands, I could hardly hold it up for 10 seconds.

Had Rani been in some Scandinavian country, she might have been bagging
modelling contracts for her exotic looks. Regular features, deep ebony skin
that is flawless, and high cheekbones. Not to mention her full lips and even
teeth. Probably the fact that she had bad luck to be born in deprived
conditions and not had schooling beyond class 8, coupled with the perception
in India that fair skin is a thousand times better than dark skin, ensured
that she would be resigned to live out her life as her ilk do.

I guess Rani would have figured out that I kind of fancied her. She had
noticed my shy glances especially when she picked up things. I would eagerly
trace out the sinews appearing magically, the tell-tale bulge of the bicep,
the tightening of the abs ... She is friendly and intelligent in a common
sense way. Eventually about a month after she started working in my house, we
got along to chatting about stuff. She was the one who broke ice, after she
asked me whether her arms were good looking or ugly (ugly?!? Hell no!).
"Rani", I said. "Some people may not like the way your arms look. To me, they
can't be better looking ... " I showed her clips of female bodybuilders and a
few YouTube videos of FBB's posing. This seemed to give her a huge dose of
confidence. From that day on, she really 'liked' me. And we got to talk a lot
more.

I admired her arms and told her that she seems to be very strong. She said
that she was indeed quite strong, and had always been a strong girl. So much
so that the local boys were scared of her. She had thrashed a few who would
harass her physically weak brother. Indeed she once nearly beat one till he
lost consciousness. After that incident, she was never bothered by the
neighbourhood bullies, who steered clear of this exotic amazon.

While shunned (yet secretly admired) by the local youth, she was well loved by
the elders in her locality. She would often step in to help them out. She was
often called when heavy lifting was required. Gradually she acquired a
reputation of being one with great strength and courage, one who was not
violent yet not afraid to use her strength. Her locality was free from
anti-social riff raff and drunks.

As she reached adulthood, there were a few cautious marriage proposals, but
she did not want to marry anyone then - she just wanted to take care of her
brother and see more of the world. So she worked in houses, while her brother
finished his schooling. They lived together in a one room dwelling in a
'Chawl'- a building with about 20 single room dwellings with common toilets.

Over the weeks that followed, we got more comfortable with each other. She
didn't mind me looking at her, and even let me feel her biceps a few times.
Let me describe them: Her unflexed arm is fairly firm. The tone can be felt
easily. Her triceps are as neatly defined as a fitness competitor's. As she
brings up the arm and cocks the wrist, the bicep curls into a tennis ball
shape and size. The firmness is astounding - almost like a rock.

She likes to pause working at times, and strike a pose like a fitness
competitor, for my benefit. I think she got quite good at it. On the weekends,
she likes looking at posing women on my comp and tries out the poses. I have
also shown her how to do pull ups, push ups and crunches - stuff that does not
require equipment. She can easily do twenty pull ups - and doesn't look tired
doing it. One of the enduring images that I have of her -the only one that she
has allowed me to click - shows her twisting a wet towel in her arms. The
imagery is beautiful - shows the symmetry of her arms; as well as the inherent
power that resides therein. As she twists the towel, her forearm muscles and
sinews are revealed in all their glory. Never fails to give me a throbbing
erection! I just like to think how much I would be at her mercy, in her arms
of steel ...

I still remember August 15th - our Independence Day. This was the day when my
inhibitions went flying.

I was on a step ladder cleaning the wall mounted speakers when I started to
loose balance. The fall would have badly hurt me - there was a glass table in
my trajectory. As I was on a slow motion path to doom and serious hurt, I felt
Rani's sinewy arms go around me. At first they nearly crushed my ribs, but
then I felt them hold me up two feet above my doom. She held me like that for
about 5 seconds (felt more like a minute) and then carried me in her arms, to
the sofa. She put me down there gently.

Shaking with nervousness, I saw her concerned face. And then she smiled. And I
melted. She let me rest my forehead on her shoulder for a minute, and then she
left me sitting in the sofa.

Later, I held her arms and thanked her profusely. She blushed (if it is
possible for an ebony skinned woman to do so). Holding my face in her hands,
she came close and said - I can't see you get hurt.

The next day, I recalled the incident and told her "Rani, I really liked it
when you caught me". "That's ok" she said. "No, I mean I really liked it when
you held me up like that". She dropped the broom and came to me. "You mean
like this?" And I was suddenly swept up in her arms. Laughing merrily, she
turned round and round, and moved my body effortlessly here and there. I held
on to her, giddy with the movement and with a sudden desire.

Noticed my desire she did. For I was wearing a thin pair of shorts. The
erection was sudden and strong. Suddenly there was a tent pole. Embarrassed,
she quickly put me back on my feet and resumed working. We didn't speak
anymore that day, or the day after.

It took a long while for the raging erection to subside, for she had kindled
the wildest dreams within me. I wanted her to overpower me, take my body and
make wild love. I imagined her hard ebony body rubbing against my soft fair
torso. I wanted her to grind her hips into me. A friend decided to stay over
that evening, making my situation worse - there was just no release for me!

Thankfully, I had to work late nights for the next two days, with a pitch
coming up. That somewhat helped me to get over my raging lust and desire for
this incredibly strong woman.

A few days after she had merrily swung me around, I decided to confront her.
"Rani ... Rani, look at me". She looked at me after a while. "Do you think I
am a bad guy?" "No sir". "Rani, what happened was only very natural. To me,
you are very attractive. Do you understand?" She looked at me a long time. And
then came to me. We hugged instinctively. Her arms went around me, strongly
squeezing my ribcage. Her lips came over mine and we locked. She then let me
bring my arms above hers around her shoulders. Her arms went around my waist.
We kissed deeply and passionately. This time, I was not shy of my tent pole.
She hugged me hard and picked me up. I was about twelve inches off the ground
now. My proud member rubbed against her hard tummy. My eyes were half shut
with desire. Then she kissed me. Long and deep it was. Her strong tongue
probed into my mouth. It forced its way and probed me deep. It was like sex of
the faces.

She then turned me around and licked me on the ear, and kissed my shoulder. We
went over to the sofa, where I lost my shorts. She sat down and pulled me on
to her lap, facing away from her. I was nestled comfortably on her hard
thighs. Finding my cock, she gently pulled back the foreskin and slowly ran
her fingers up and down the shaft. That left me tingling with desire. I
couldn't control my moaning. Her right arm was around my ribs, and she was
firmly squeezing my nipples. Her tongue darted across the side of my neck and
the shoulders, tracing soft lines. She also was planting soft kisses that made
my eyes roll up in the sockets. And then she started stroking me with her left
hand.

She caught my jaw with her right hand and kissed me roughly near my ear.
Continuing her kisses on my shoulder and cheeks, her strokes grew more firm. I
have a lot of self-control, and it takes a lot of strokes for me to cum. I
felt her left arm as it pistoned away. Long, regular strokes. I didn't want
them to end, though I don't think I could have stopped her from doing what she
was doing, such was her power. A hundred strong strokes later, I spasmed, and
out jerked my love seed.

Long afterwards, she kept stroking me (slowly, softly), until the last drops
of cum were spent. The centre table and our thighs had most of the splatter.
She kept fondling and gently squeezing my balls with her left hand. I ran my
fingers around her hard sinewy forearms as I recalled the unleashing of her
power through them. Later she picked me up and gently put me to bed. "Yeh to
bas shuruaat hai, saab". "This is just the beginning, sir" she said.

I was in bliss.

2

A little pain, but a lot of pleasure

Rani. My powerful maid servant. She is one super woman.

She is about 5'7", her nose coming to my brow (I'm 5'4"). Even though she
covers up fairly well, her upper body tapers down in a V to a narrow waist.
Her washboard abs have a distinct bulge of muscle running down the centre. Her
incredible shoulders have defined trapezoidal muscles, ending sharply with
rounded deltoids. When she picks up something heavy - the biceps bulge into
tight balls. Her triceps look like a fitness competitors. And my favourite
part: the forearms. Neither too thick nor too thin, the sinews stand out when
she lifts a bucket of water - the power in her arms is evident then.

I am a small guy, working as a copywriter in an ad agency. The companionship
is stimulating, but confined to office hours, with an occasional weekend at a
colleagues' place, where we end up drinking and watching football late at
night. Rani is my liberation. She would work at my house for an hour in the
mornings before I left for office, and would spend time on the weekends doing
the cleaning and sorting kind of work.

In August, we became physically intimate - no joint sex really, but she jerked
me off (see my previous story). I don't think I've had so much pleasure even
while masturbating. And let me clarify here - guys of my age and underwhelming
physique are usually sex starved. Masturbation for us is a ritual that we grow
to enjoy, even if we are in a committed relationship.

But that act of jerking me off was not only sexual, it was spiritual - she
proved that she was strong. That she could do whatever she wanted with me.
Yet, when she cleaned me up and put me to bed later, she also proved that she
would not be taking advantage of me.

After that act, we keep teasing each other. On the weekdays, this is limited
to just a few seconds of togetherness - a hug as she comes in and an
occasional squeezing of my balls. I also like to touch and feel her as she
busies herself in work, though she often pushes me back with a smile if in a
hurry. I really like feeling her biceps, triceps and forearms, as well as her
muscled back.

On weekends, when we have more time together, she likes to strike muscle
poses, striating her arms. While in a pose, I come up and rub my crotch
against her hip and extended thigh. She also picks me up in her arms and
swings me around, sometimes lifting me up to her shoulders.

On one of these occasions, we couldn't resist ourselves any longer.

As we came together, we kissed and rubbed hard against each other. She quickly
got rid of her sari and petticoat, with only her bra on. I haven't described
her boobs yet: They are not too big, but shaped nicely and firm to touch. She
has a thick layer of chest muscles which helps to give definition to her
cleavage.

I too got rid of my clothes, and came closer to kiss. But she pushed me back
with an enigmatic smile. I was standing in the middle of the room, stark
naked. She slowly walked around me. "You are quite thin. Not bony, not
muscular." That alarmed me ... was she going to ridicule me? Was she going to
reject me?

She had finished going around me once, and with licked her lips "I like to
hold you in my arms," she said, "To feel you shiver in my grasp. I like to
feel your warmth, especially down there." pointing to my groin with her eyes.
And then she came closer. "Main aaj tumhey chodungee" (I will fuck you today).

Mind you, she said "I will fuck you today", not "I want to fuck you today". My
maid servant was totally in charge. I was elated again.

Again she went around me. She cupped my bumcheeks in her hands and squeezed.
Gently at first, increasing pressure slowly. After a few seconds, the pain was
acute. "Rani, it's hurting, please". Keeping her grip, she pulled me closer
and whispered into my ear "Thodi si dard, par bahut mazaa". "A little pain,
but a lot of pleasure". My erection was proud and ready.

She smiled, and like a teacher guiding a child, she caught my wrist firmly and
pulled me into the bedroom.

She made me sit on the bed and came to me on her knees. She took off her bra
and showed me her breasts with nipples like radio buttons. Running her hands
all over me, she reached my groin, where she tenderly felt my inner thighs but
did not touch my apparatus. The condom was near the mirror, banana flavour.
She gave it to me and I took it out of the packet and started slipping it on.
As soon as the sheath went over the glans, she moved my hands away and rolled
down the condom rest of the way. Oh! Divine feeling! Faint sweet banana smell
wafted upwards.

She took complete charge. She pressed me gently into the bed and straddled me.
Holding my dick, which was throbbing with pleasure, she guided me into her.
Her love canal was soft and wet, and I went in smoothly. She came up and
slowly started to kiss me. Her tongue traced erotic lines all over my face,
neck and shoulders, while her hips kept undulating. She had grabbed both my
wrists and pinned them to the sides of my head. The sinews of her arms were
popping out now. Such was her grip that I felt my wrists would get damaged.

But the feeling of ecstasy was also welling up below. Slowly, the speed and
power of her hip thrusts increased. I was getting pounded! My eyes started to
roll up as I came close to an orgasm. So she slowed down and started kissing
me deeply with her tongue probing my mouth like a prehensile dick.

She did this for a while and again increased the tempo, slowed down again. I
was building up. I also felt her flushing up for a major release. I said,
"Rani, mujhey chod daalo." "Rani, please fuck me".

She obliged by increasing the tempo until the solid wood bed started groaning.
Fuck the neighbours, I don't care, I thought. We both came, she just a few
seconds after I did. It was incredible. I just shot streams of cum into her.
Her vagina became so tight for an instant, and then there was so much fluid.
Her love juices covered my hip and hers. Both of us spasmed, and then she lay
on top of me for a minute.

Later she pulled out my still engorged dick. Holding it at the base, she used
the other hand to take off the condom. It looked like a balloon with white
goo. She smiled mischievously and made to empty it on my face. "Yuck" I said
and squirmed. I was giggling and trying to prevent getting all the goo on my
face. But she pinned me down so I quickly stopped; She kissed me and told me
"Ab meri choot ko chaat ... " "Lick my clit ... " So I proceeded to clean her
sweet-salty banana flavoured canal thoroughly. This made her so horny that she
started bucking. Quickly she came up to my face and almost smothered me by
sitting on it. She humped my face, holding my head so that my tongue wouldn't
miss, and soon came to a mighty orgasm. She flows - and how. My face was wet
with her fluids.

After a while, she said that she will give me a bath. I readily agreed. We
stepped into the shower together. With the warm water cascading off our skins
as we embraced and kissed, Her hard ebony body pressed against my soft white
skin, desire rose in me again: "Phir se chodo mujhey, Rani" (Fuck me again,
Rani). "Aaj ke liye bas itna" (That was enough for today) she said. "Please,
Rani". "No" she said firmly. She took the body wash in her palms and started
applying it on my skin. Her rough hands felt nice on me, and they went
everywhere. As they gently soaped my groin, my member came to full attention.
She then bent down to lather my thighs and legs, and my cock bumped into her
forehead.

She stood up and said "Your turn" and gave me the bottle. So I took a palm
full and started with her chest, massaging her nipples well. They responded
well to massage and stood out even more proudly. I cleaned her snatch, but
when I put two fingers inside her, she pulled them out. "No, no more today".

So I sighed and took some more liquid and hugged her from the front to apply
on her back. My cock was lodged between her thighs and she decided to trap it
there. I stood hobbled and put my arms around her for support. It was divine.
As she moved teasingly, her hard back muscles undulated beneath my hands. I
lovingly caressed the soap on them. I could feel her respond as they knotted
and unknotted. She finally released me and put forward her strong arms. So I
soaped them. As I started with her right arm, she moved it down and grabbed me
tightly by my shaft. Her biceps and triceps were like rocks coated with
velvet. The muscles in her forearms felt like cords. Suddenly she changed her
grip and had pushed back my foreskin completely - she was now gripping the
bare shaft. This was getting too much for me. "Uuhhhh! Raniii"! The orgasm
made me lose sensation of my legs. Had she not held me up with the other arm,
I would have surely slid down.

After a while, I went down and felt her legs. Her thighs were not too thick,
but the musculature was evident. The calves were round and prominent. While
doing this, she let me lick her labia a few times.

We repeated the process with the rinsing ritual. After we rinsed off the soap,
she turned on the shower at full and hugged me tightly. Pushing me back to the
wall, she kissed me passionately, almost taking my breath away. She hugged and
picked me up so that my feet were dangling. I hugged her strong body and my
eyes closed as her lips and tongue worked magic on my neck.

My cock was rubbing against her snatch, and was aching to be stroked again. I
moaned "Rani, mujhe karo ... " (Rani, do me ... )". There was lust in her eyes
as well. She brought her left arm between my dangling legs and pulled me up
further. I was resting on just her forearm. She then grabbed the shower knob
behind me and was held on to it to support my weight. She went on to kiss and
probe my mouth.

After a long time, she put me down and turned me towards the commode. Pushing
her leg between mine, she put her foot on the commode edge. This done, she
brought up the knee, so that I was sitting on her thigh, with my legs on
either side. This gave her much better control over me, and she proceeded to
press and rub my dick down against her thigh. This was such an incredible
sensation ... I was being wanked in mid-air!

This time, as the orgasm built up, she didn't stop. Her palm kept pressing and
rubbing my dick on her thigh, softly but surely. Sure enough, the cream
spattered her thigh and dripped alongwith the water into the vortex of the
drain.

I was exhausted, but she wasn't. So she brought me down from her thigh and
held me close to her. I held on to her for support, as the water gently
cascaded off our skins. With my eyes closed, I slowly traced the lines of her
back muscles. My legs were parted by her knees, and I was being gently
caressed in her arms. I held on to her until I recovered the strength to
stand. While she still held me close, I wished that this bath go on till
eternity.

And then we towelled off.

As she used the towel to dry my thighs, I said, "Rani, this cock loves you.
Won't you say goodbye to it?" So she looked up, smiled and said "While you get
so drained after I fuck you, your cock seems to never give up!" Indeed, I was
proud of my cock, at 7 1/2 inches when aroused. Slightly curving upwards, it
was like a prize-fighter that always gets up however much he gets knocked
down.

She wrapped me in a towel, much like a swaddled baby, and picked me up in her
arms and took me to the drawing room. Cradling me in her arms, she asked me if
this little baby was ready to be rocked to sleep. I said sleep I will, but not
before having milk. So she let me suckle on her nipples a while. This again
got my prize-fighter up, and I was again begging Rani to "do" me. She sat on
the sofa, perched me sideways on her lap and started stroking me with her left
hand. Her powerful arm was steady and smooth in the strokes. She did it slowly
but firmly. As I started to come, she stopped and quickly moved her right hand
below by butt. I felt her finger press against my anus. My butthole relaxed a
bit, and she slid the finger in. Now this was just too incredible. This woman
was fucking my butt with her finger, and also jerking me off at the same time!

Her finger went deep, and touched a sensitive spot somewhere. The left hand
was pumping like a piston, rhythmically with long and powerful strokes. The
right finger was stimulating me where I had never been stimulated before. I
came with a spasm: The cum spurted. A few drops splattered the wall opposite.
I was like the ventriloquist's dummy, only that the ventriloquist was
controlling the dummy's private parts!

I was drained and spent. She kissed me, picked me up tenderly and put me on
the bed where she cleaned me with a towel. She finished her work and left me
lying on the bed, in a half dream. My privates were throbbing with a little
pain and a lot of pleasure ...

Rani had given me five orgasms (I had given her two). She still had it in her
to give me many more, but I don't think I had any more juice left in me.

I lust for her; I want to have her tongue probing my mouth and her strong,
callused palm stroking my sensitive dick. She enjoys doing it to me; I think
it gives her a high to control me completely, to give me pleasure at her whim,
to see my body jerk in her arms, to see the jism come out in torrents, to hit
the wall opposite and to stickily flow between her fingers. She is my Rani, my
Queen ...

3

The salt is right now ...

Rani. My powerful maid servant. She is one super woman.

She is about 5'7", her nose coming to my brow (I'm 5'4"). Even though she
covers up fairly well, her upper body tapers down in a V to a narrow waist.
Her washboard abs have a distinct bulge of muscle running down the centre. Her
incredible shoulders have defined trapezoidal muscles, ending sharply with
rounded deltoids. When she picks up something heavy - the biceps bulge into
tight balls. Her triceps look like a fitness competitors'. And my favourite
part: the forearms. Neither too thick nor too thin, the sinews stand out when
she lifts a bucket of water - the power in her arms is evident then.

I am a small guy, working as a copywriter in an ad agency. The companionship
is stimulating, but confined to office hours, with an occasional weekend at a
colleagues' place, where we end up drinking and watching football late at
night. Rani is my liberation. She works at my house for an hour in the
mornings before I leave for office, and on the weekends does the cleaning and
sorting kind of work.

On the weekends, she has more time. For me. So she loves to do these role
playing thingies ... So on a particular weekend (which was a long weekend and
I had friends over for the night, as a result of which there was a lot of
cleaning up to be done), she ended up working till late in the afternoon. I
got up late, ordered some lunch - pizza, infact. I ordered for her as well.

Pizza is something Rani had never had before, and when I told her that I have
ordered for her as well, she was genuinely pleased, and wanted to know more
about what a pizza is. So I told her that it is basically a thick roti (Indian
flatbread) with things like cheese and chicken put over it. That kind of
diminished her enthusiasm, since it was not too appetising the way I'd
described it.

When the pizza arrived, I showed her how to eat one - and she was genuinely
delighted. We sat at the dining table and opened the pizza box. After going
through two slices, she said that it was tasty, but a bit dry and also needed
salt. I didn't find it dry or less salty; perhaps this was the way her palate
was. So I asked her to get the salt, maybe put some ketchup on her slice. But
she just threw her head back and laughed loud. She looked long at me, and
again laughed.

"Rani, daru pee li hai kya?" (Rani, are you drunk), I asked. She giggled, and
said that she wouldn't need the salt. Now I was a bit perplexed! So she got
up, pulled me to my feet and gave me a bear hug. I realised she wanted me. She
wanted to hold me in her hands and control me completely, to give me pleasure
at her whim. She was completely familiar with my body, and knew how to bring
desire up in me. Just to be hugged by her, feeling my tender frame against her
hard, muscular body gives me a tent pole. My hands explore the slabs of muscle
on her back. Her hugs leave my feet dangling. Her arm goes on to cup my
bumcheek, caressing and squeezing it, with two fingers probing my butthole.
The other hand firmly holds my body up. She keeps this up until I moan with
desire.

So after a couple of minutes, she put me down. Sitting on the chair, she made
me sit on her lap, sideways. Her left arm went round my back, supporting me.
She had also pulled down my shorts, so my dick was proudly pointing up. She
lovingly rubbed my soft thighs, her callused fingers causing sensations of
pleasure.

She squeezed an open sachet of tomato ketchup, which filled her palm with the
red paste. Still smiling, she licked some, and then brought it close to my
face. I took out my tongue and lapped up the ketchup. I worked around her
fingers, the webbing, her knuckles ... my tongue relishing the tangy taste as
well as the contours of her hand.

When I was done, she plunged her finger into a slice of pizza and brought it
back up, smeared with cheese and other things. She pushed her finger into my
mouth slowly. As I sucked her finger, she moved it in and out of my mouth. I
had thoroughly cleaned her finger, yet she wouldn't stop. She made her finger
move faster, and pushed it further into my mouth, upto the knuckle. She could
see that I was hurting, but she still "raped" my mouth. Her smile twisted into
a nasty grin, and I was getting scared, for her grip on my back had also
tightened. She finger fucked my mouth for quite some time, until she realised
that I was uncomfortable. So she stopped and let me recover a while.

I took a few breaths, and said "Rani, I ... " and she cupped her mouth on
mine, and gave me a long, lingering kiss, one that made me forget what she had
just done. As she kissed me, the taste of ketchup and cheese, the heady aroma
of oregano and the spicy feel of the chilli flakes enhanced the entire
experience. She then cupped my face and said, "Sorry, main apney hi dum se
bahek gayee thi ... " (I got carried away by my own strength ... ). So I
smiled and kissed her back.

Now she gripped my dick in her strong fingers, and stroked it to rock like
hardness. A word about her stamina - she can stroke me for several minutes,
with the same rhythm, or with a gradually increasing tempo also. I find this
fantastic, since even I need to take a short break or two whenever I
masturbate. She can stroke me continuously till I come. Sometimes she makes me
come in three minutes, sometimes she takes her own sweet time - even an hour,
once (that time I nearly lost consciousness). Her strokes are long and smooth,
the rhythm doesn't change even if I touch her arms - they are like pistons.

As I came close to orgasm, she moved me so that my back was turned towards
her. She quickened her jerking, and brought a slice of the pizza to my dick.
My jism covered the slice almost completely. She squeezed and coaxed out the
last few drops of semen. She picked up the pizza slice and had a bite. "Ab
namak theek hai ... " (Now the salt is right) she said.

4

How she does me

Rani. My powerful maid servant. She is one super woman.

She is about 5'7", and I'm 5'4". Her upper body tapers down in a V to a narrow
waist. She has a distinct bulge of muscle on her abs. Her incredible shoulders
are defined, with prominent trapezoidal muscles and rounded deltoids. The
biceps bulge into tight balls when she picks up stuff; the triceps look like a
fitness competitors'. My favourite part are her the forearms. Neither too
thick nor too thin, with visibly corded sinews making the power in them
evident.

I work as a copywriter in an ad agency. The companionship is stimulating, but
confined to office hours, with an occasional weekend at a colleagues' place,
where we end up drinking and watching football late at night. Rani is my
liberation. She works at my house for an hour in the mornings before I leave
for office, and on the weekends does the cleaning and sorting kind of work.

In August, we became physically intimate - no joint sex really, but she jerked
me off (see my first story). I don't think I've had so much pleasure even
while masturbating. And let me clarify here - guys of my age and underwhelming
physique are usually sex starved. Masturbation for us is a ritual that we grow
to enjoy, even if we are in a committed relationship.

She is insatiable, even more so when it comes to giving me orgasms (see last
story). While we enjoy full body sex, pressures of time do not allow us this
luxury too often. So mostly she wanks me off. But she does it so well, I do
not masturbate any longer, I just ask her to do it for me. Her amazing
muscular body and powerful arms do the needful, never failing to make me spasm
with pleasure and cum without control.

Her favourite way of doing it is to come from behind, when I'm about to go get
a bath. I am usually bare bodied, wearing just pyjamas. She holds me tight, so
I can't move my arms. She then probes her tongue into my ears, along my cheek
and down my neck. This always leaves me weak kneed.

She picks me up in her hug and carries me to the sofa. She sits down, putting
me on her lap, facing away from her. She then proceeds to loosen my
drawstrings to drop the pyjamas, leaving me naked, vulnerable. Her thighs part
mine, exposing my genitalia completely. I already have a strong erection
going, so she cups my balls to encourage it more. I then put my hands on her
forearms, which are like corded steel. I love to feel those veins and tendons
and her hands gently fondle my jewels.

(Sometimes I wonder what would happen if she decided to crush my balls?!? I
would have no inkling if what was about to come, as those arms would suddenly
stiffen. The rippling tendons would go taut and the fingers would squeeze my
soft testicles to instant mush. Thankfully, she has not shown any tendency to
do so. At the most, a gentle squeeze reminds me who is in charge; who has the
power.)

Coming back to my jewels, she brings her other hand to my penis, and playfully
runs her finger up and down the shaft. She calls my dick "naag" a cobra, and
then she extends her middle finger, to make a pair of scissors. Then she grips
my 'naag' between her 'blades' and says "Ab main naag ka sar kaat doongi ... "
(I'll cut off the cobra's head). This always makes me squirm, and she quickly
clamps down with her fingers. As it gets a bit painful, she lets me go, and
then clamps her fingers around my shaft fully. Her palms and fingers are
callused with the hard work she does, so the sensation is electric.

By now, a drop of pre cum has moistened the tip. She will rub her finger on
the meatus, and then run the moist fingertip up and down the shaft. She then
suddenly will completely pull back the foreskin, and tightly grab my dick with
the other hand. This sends shock wave pulses down my body. So she moves her
hand to support my weight. Sometimes she will spit in her palm to lubricate
me.

Now she starts to pump my shaft, like pistons in an engine. She does it
smoothly; Very soon, I'm close to climax, which she feels by my shudders. Once
she had told me, "I like to hold you in my arms, to feel you shiver in my
grasp. I like to feel your warmth, especially down there." She then slows her
speed, which again slowly brings me close to climax. Again, she will halt for
a few moments and restart, at a slightly slower speed, repeating the process a
few more times, until I can't take it anymore. Threads of semen are flowing
down, moving between her strong fingers, helping to lubricate me more.
Finally, she milks me quickly until I spurt and spasm, jerk and cum, splatter
and spill my seed. Spent, I am cradled in her arms, being rocked like a baby.
She uses a towel to clean up the mess, puts me in bed so I can recover, and
then leaves.

One of my favourites is when she flexes her arm muscles. And puts my cock
between them.

I keep showing her images of fitness pageants and muscular women. She likes to
emulate their postures. When she does a side chest pose, her triceps make a
most defined appearance. And her bicep flex reveals taut tennis balls that
want to burst out from the smooth ebony skin.

So she titillates me when I am sleepy. She will rip off whatever clothes I
wear - I do not resist because I know the clothes would be torn to shreds if I
did. Hell, she once made a playful grab for me, and tore off the back pocket
of my jeans! She then has me in her mercy, shaking, naked. She smiles and
traces her finger down my body. The finger works its magic on my cock, which
quickly stands to attention. She then gives a few strokes, making it really
stiff.

She then bends down and puts my dick in the crook of her elbow, and then bends
her arm. My dick gets enveloped in the firm, dense muscle. She then cocks her
wrists to flex her rock hard biceps. I like to feel her biceps then - rock
solid. I like to move my fingers around the lump, feeling the striations and
the vein on top. All this while, my dick is in heaven. After a few minutes, I
am close to cumming, when she releases me from that vice like grip. She then
turns around, flexes her other bicep. She then brings it to my dick, and rubs
it vigorously on the bicep peak. She does a thorough job, making sure my dick
traces every vein, every striation in the bicep. When I am close to an orgasm,
she will pull back the foreskin and rub my naked cock rapidly on the muscle.
This causes me to cum, and my jism covers the entire mound of her muscle. As I
lie back, she does a few pose/flex routines; all the while the jism is
dripping off her bicep. She then makes me lick some of it off. My tongue
explores her bicep, tracing those routes which my dick had just explored.

The blow jobs are less frequent. Perhaps it is her tongue, or the incredible
capacity of her throat to swallow me, which makes it them so memorable.

Let me describe the prowess of her tongue. She has an incredibly prehensile
tongue. She can actually touch the tip of her nose with it! I read somewhere
that it is a rare genetic trait that allows the tongue to do so, much like how
some people are able to bend back their thumbs to touch the wrist. Her tongue
does wonders to my face. She traces fine lines with it around my jawline and
cheek. I really go nuts when she does the same, down the neck and the
shoulder, moving smoothly, delicately making circles at sensitive spots. It
however, loses its delicate nature when it enters my mouth.

When she kisses me, her lips and tongue part my lips. The tongue then enters
and forces its way. It moves into all parts of my mouth, feeling the place
below my tongue, rubbing the tongue back and forth, pressing against the
palate ... She then locks her mouth over mine and kisses me deeply. She sucks
out air from my lungs, and then her tongue begins to fuck my mouth. It moves
in deeply, rapidly, rubbing against mine, subduing it. All the while, she
holds me tightly, mostly while cradling me or while I'm on her lap.

When she takes my dick in her mouth, she likes to start at the top.

She comes upon me, when I'm in bed. Like a feline predator, she stalks, and
makes a low growl, as she comes between, and parts my legs. The pyjamas go
down, and she comes and blows a stream of air around my genitals. She looks at
me seductively, and licks her lips. When my dick starts to stand up, she uses
her prehensile tongue to probe the tip. Just a few tentative touches at first,
which send shock waves down my shaft. My dick is quivering now ... becoming
more rigid. Then she uses her lips to push back the fore skin gently. By now
my dick is standing tall and proud.

With a combined action of lips pushing down, and suction, she manages to push
back the foreskin. Now the head of my cock is inside her mouth. She softly and
slowly rinses it with her saliva, delicately rubbing her tongue on the sides.
My eyes are half shut, and mouth half open. When I start to squirm and twist,
she takes in the rest of my shaft slowly, about a quarter of an inch with
every movement of her lips and mouth. When she stops, my entire 8 inch cock is
fully inside her mouth. She does not seem to have any gag reflex, and can hold
my cock for a couple of minutes at a time.

After it is in completely, her tongue keeps rolling around it, bathing it in
her saliva. She then proceeds to fuck my dick, by moving her head up and down.
This is so delightful, with such unexpected bolts of tingling nervous energy
moving down ... My fingers clench the bed sheet; teeth bite the lips, and the
mouth opens wide to emit groans and my legs thrash upon the bed erratically.

Her head works in beautiful rhythm, the tongue lubricating the shaft, her lips
rubbing over the pushed back foreskin ... she does this vigorously for 2-3
minutes, until I shout "Aaahh ... Raniii ... " She then slows down the tempo
bit by bit, making me hold on longer and longer. She slides her powerful arms
below my butt and actually holds my hips up in the air. When I cum, my body
shudders, as I release a torrent of semen down her throat. She then vigorously
sucks me dry - does not leave my cock until she feels no more jism can come
out. She then comes up my body and gives me a deep kiss, a kiss laced with my
seed and her saliva.

5

Milk

Rani. My powerful maid servant. She is one super woman.

She is about 5'7", and I'm 5'4". She has a strong upper body, defined by
prominent shoulder muscles and powerful arms. She has a dense set of abdominal
muscles that, coupled with her strong back, allow her to lift and carry heavy
loads without tiring. Her smooth arms are power packed: with muscles and
sinews that become prominent when strained. Her thighs are strong - not too
thick, but solid like logs. In strength and stamina, I doubt if she has a
match. At the same time her power is balanced by a certain feline grace in her
posture and walk. Her face has flawless ebony skin with high cheekbones. She
is an untamed powerhouse of pleasure. In all she would have been an exotic
fitness model in far flung countries, if not for the misfortune of having been
born in India, in a deprived family.

I work as a copywriter in an ad agency. The companionship is stimulating, but
confined to office hours, with an occasional weekend at a colleagues' place,
where we end up drinking and watching football late at night. Rani is my
liberation. She works at my house for an hour in the mornings before I leave
for office, and on the weekends does the cleaning and sorting kind of work. On
weekdays, our affection manifests in small gestures: I run my fingers over her
biceps, while she gives me a quick tight squeeze and a peck on the cheek as
she comes into the apartment. Sometimes, playfully, I try to cup her breasts;
in return, she will squeeze my balls ... But the heavy stuff is usually
reserved for the weekends, when we have more time for each other.

She is insatiable, even more so when it comes to giving me orgasms (see story
two). While we enjoy full body sex, pressures of time do not allow us this
luxury too often. So mostly she wanks me off. But she does it so well, I do
not masturbate any longer, I just ask her to do it for me. Her amazing
muscular body and powerful arms do the needful, never failing to make me spasm
with pleasure and cum without control.

Rani has changed my perception of sex, especially the positions. She does not
believe in following the same sex position more than once. As a result, I've
been tutored by her in a vast repertoire of positions, most of which she
manages due to her fantastic strength, as well as due to the flexibility that
my body has - I can do the full split and bend both my arms behind my back
without any discomfort. This is a boon, since it allows Rani to stretch limits
of what two bodies can do with each other.

Let me describe her (one of) favourite position(s): She calls it "Main hoon
Gwalan" <I am the Milkmaid >! The reason for this will be apparent soon.

As she finishes the house work, she builds the mood over at least an hour,
teasing me, reaching out for my balls, squeezing my nipples, sometimes poking
my anus with her middle finger. When she is ready, pushes me to the bedroom
and removes my clothes (I make it a point to wear easy to remove T shirts and
shorts, so that she doesn't rip them off in anticipation).

Once I am naked, she moves me to the wall. The cold touch of the wall gives me
goose pimples. My nipples become erect, and she lightly fingers them. Her
callused palms then run over my torso, exploring my soft skin, running through
my thick chest and pubic hair. Then she puts her hands into my armpits and
pushes me up against the wall, slowly lifting me such that my feet are
dangling and her mouth is level with my neck. Then she expertly uses her
tongue and lips to tease and tantalise the sensitive skin on my neck and
shoulders. By now my cock is rock hard and pushing against her abdomen. She is
able to hold me up for a fairly long time. Then she puts me down and then
again pulls me up by locking her arms around my butt. My cock is rubbing her
muscled abdomen, just below her breasts.

She then puts me onto the bed, and then moves away. Her superbly toned and
ripped body is revealed, as she slowly sheds her sari with sinuous movements
of her arms and torso. She comes down on me, silent and focused. Her eyes are
narrowed with lust and anticipation.

In the meanwhile, I am trembling with desire to be taken by her. I lick my
lips and my mouth is slightly open. My cock is now a throbbing tower.

And then she says "Main hoon gwaalan". She moves between my legs. Her hands
take my knees and part them wide. I stretch my legs until I am almost 180##
split. She then puts her hands below my knees and pulls me up and towards her.
She is now between my legs, with our hips coming together. She slowly
undulates her pelvis, grinding her mound against my scrotum. Her arms hold me
up so that only my shoulder is touching the mattress. She increases her speed,
and soon she is thrusting away at me, my dick going repeatedly splat against
her hard stomach.

A quick adjustment, and she has gripped my cock and rubbed it against her
juicy cunt. Thus lubricated, she slips it into her vagina, slowly and surely
taking me in completely. We hold this position for a minute or so, and then
she moves back, and forth; slowly at first, increasing the tempo at a smooth
rate. After a minute, she is pistoning me at about two strokes a second! I
quickly reach a crescendo, and she stops suddenly and tightens her vagina.
Then a few thrusts again and a tightening. It is an incredible feeling - like
being milked. She knows I am close to orgasm, and she is also lubricating
freely. All this while, she holds up my torso; she herself is on her knees on
the bed.

Her orgasm is like a tidal wave; she bucks and heaves - taking me on a wild
ride as well. Her eyes close shut, and lips are clenched. Her vagina squeezes
and relaxes: it feels like my cock is being kneaded. She then inhales deeply
and smiles. Our torsos and the bedsheet are both wet with her juices.

After a minute, she opens her eyes and says "Ab tumhaari baari ... " <Now it's
your turn ... >. She then pulls me up to her body, with my dick clenched in
her vagina. Her arms move below my butt, and start to move me back and forth.
God! Her strength is amazing - she is fucking me by moving my butt in her arms
and simultaneously thrusting into me!

The stresses and tensions of the week past seem to rush out from my dick. She
has squeezed, stroked and humped me to an epic release. I never fail to be
amazed by the quantity of semen that she milks from me. My cum and her jism
ooze out of her, drips off my cock and adds to the mess on the bed and our
bodies.

My hard bodied milkmaid then tenderly rubs my body all over, starting from my
crotch. She spreads our bodily fluids over my skin, and rubs it in. The slow
massage is complimented by her languorous gaze, which never leaves me. She
keeps rubbing me, and smiling. After a few minutes, I start getting hard
again. She moves onto my shoulders and increases the pressure. She knows this
is incredibly rousing for me, as I run my hands over her muscled arms, feeling
their power through her smooth skin.

She then gives me a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue probes my mouth
vigorously, like a prehensile dick. Slowly, she removes her mouth and moves to
my nipples, which she proceeds to vigorously suck and nibble. My cock is now
ready.

She then clamps her lips over the head of my engorged cock. A gasp escapes me,
as the shock of the sensation makes me quiver. She holds my cockhead in her
lips, and lightly, just lightly, probes the meatus. Depending on the pressure,
this can be pleasurable, or uncomfortable. She skilfully alternates between
the two, never letting me go, holding my wrists in a vise-like grip. "Nahi,
Rani ... Aaah, bas ... !" <No, Rani! Please, stop ... !>.

She stops the tease, but doesn't let my dick leave her mouth. Using suction,
she draws it in. Slowly, in stages, my dick is swallowed. Soon I feel the
dickhead touching her throat. Normally, most women would gag by now. But Rani,
she doesn't let go. My eight incher is now deeply ensconced. She then starts
to pump it with her mouth. She withdraws it until only the head is inside. And
then she rapidly thrusts her head forward and sucks in almost the entire
length. She increases the tempo until I start bucking with the combined
sensations of the firm lips on the shaft and the head touching her throat.

My eyes almost roll up in their socket as I am close to an explosion now. But
she slows down a bit, leaving me gasping. She increases and decreases the
tempo a few times more, never letting my cock out from her mouth. Finally, she
takes mercy and lets me come. And how. I squirt and squirt. The fountain keeps
coming again and again. She laughs and tries to catch the squirts in her
mouth. A dozen squirts or so later, I am spent. This milkmaid sure knows how
to squeeze out the last drop of milk from me.

She then kisses me tenderly, our saliva, cum and sweat altogether making one
heady mix in our mouths.

6

The Aerial Routine

Rani. My powerful maid servant. She is one super woman.

She is about 5'7", and I'm 5'4". She has a strong upper body, defined by
prominent shoulder muscles and powerful arms. She has a dense set of abdominal
muscles that, coupled with her strong back, allow her to lift and carry heavy
loads without tiring. Her smooth arms are packed with muscles and sinews. Her
thighs are strong - not too thick, but solid like logs. This completes her
picture of power, which is balanced by a certain feline grace in her posture
and walk. Her face has flawless ebony skin with high cheekbones. In all she
would have been an exotic fitness model in far flung countries, if not for the
misfortune of having been born in India, in a deprived family.

I work as a copywriter in an ad agency. The companionship is stimulating, but
confined to office hours, with an occasional weekend at a colleagues' place,
where we end up drinking and watching football late at night. Rani is my
liberation. She works at my house for an hour in the mornings before I leave
for office, and on the weekends does the cleaning and sorting kind of work.

We became physically intimate - no joint sex really, but she jerked me off
(see my first story). I don't think I've had so much pleasure even while
masturbating. And let me clarify here - guys of my age and underwhelming
physique are usually sex starved. Masturbation for us is a ritual that we grow
to enjoy, even if we are in a committed relationship.

There was this winter day when an unseasonal storm raged, the day I kept the
bedroom window open and left for work. When I returned late in the evening,
the bed sheet was wet and covered in dirt, feathers and a plastic packet or
two. So I just gave up and went over to my friend's place to crash out.

I was back the next morning, in time for Rani to come in for her daily duties.
She was pleased as usual to see me, and picked me up in a crushing hug until
my bulge threatened to burst out of my pants.

Her pleased look changed as soon as she entered the bedroom. She surveyed the
disaster for a minute, and then tucked the loose end of her saree into her
waist. She removed the bed sheet and got along cleaning the room. It took her
about 15 minutes, during which she managed to lift the heavy wood bed up at
one side with just one arm, as the other arm swept below it for debris. The
other rooms and the kitchen took up another half hour or so. I finished my
bath and had toast for breakfast.

It was a Saturday - a holiday for me as well as a relaxed schedule for her. So
after the work, she cleaned herself up and came close to me.

In a regular week, she would come to my house Tuesday to Sunday. The four
weekdays were hectic for her, as well as for me, so our contact was restricted
to an occasional hug. Once a week or so I would feel up her hard body,
especially when she was moving heavy stuff around. She would then oblige me
with a bicep flex that I would caress in my palms. Sometimes she would then
slip her hand into my pajamas and squeeze my balls.

I had been out of the city most of the week; therefore we hadn't been close to
each other for quite some time now. The sexual tension was palpable now, and
she didn't waste too much time with removing clothes. I was completely naked,
and she in her bra and panties.

As she cradled me in her arms and moved towards the bedroom, I said, "Rani,
the bed is wet, maybe the sofa ... ?"

"Nahi! Aaj kujh alag hoga ... " <No. Today there will be something else.> "Aaj
main tumhe hawa mein hi chodungi ... " <Today I will fuck you in the air ...
>. I said she must be joking, although by now I knew how strong and capable
she was when it came to pleasuring me.

So she changed her hold and turned me to face her, so that she was holding me
up with her arms around my butt and my legs were on either sides of her torso.
She began to rhythmically tighten and relax her arms, so that my pelvis was
getting squeezed and moving up and down against her firm breasts. This
rhythmic thrusting from her was making my glans come out from the sheath and
making an appearance between her breasts.

"Oooh, Raniiii ... " I said, as she continued those slow thrusts. After a few
minutes, she brought up and gave my dick head a lick. Then she brought me
down, still in her grasp, and proceeded to give me a most intense kiss/suck.
She sucked and sucked my mouth. Then her tongue pushed its way in and violated
my mouth - probing everywhere. All this while, my penis kept rubbing on the
hard ridge of her abdominal muscles.

After mouth-raping me, she bent her knees and leant forward. She placed me on
her thighs, with my legs still wrapped around her. She parted her legs a bit,
and gripped my stiff cock in her right hand and pulled it towards her vagina.

With a quick thrust of her hips and the guidance of her hand, my member was
inside her. She was holding up my body, with my dick planted deep inside her.
Straightening up, she adjusted her arms around my hips and started to thrust.
Slowly at first, and then with increasing tempo. After a minute, she was
thrusting away, perhaps one thrust every second. Sweat poured down her face,
giving her ebony skin a glow. I held on to her muscular arms and shoulders, as
her thrusting increased in power and frequency.

Now she was orgasming. I could tell from her partly closed eyes and her tongue
slowly wiping her lips. Her thrusting tempo continued, as her fluids began to
coat my hips and thighs, and flow down hers. She grunted, and suddenly pulled
me close to her. A few frantic thrusts and she was done. She pulled me out of
her, and held me cradled in her arms. Since I had not come yet, my penis was
quivering and pointing up at her face. Her cum was coating it and my balls.

Taking a few deep breaths, she then pulled me up smoothly and took me in her
mouth. The experience was incredible - I was hanging from her forearms with my
penis in her mouth. She moved to the wall and put her arms on it for support.
With the incredible power in her shoulders and biceps, she pulled my body
upward and her head down, so that she was sucking my cock and stroking it with
her lips.

The feeling was astounding. This is what happens when you tumble down a rapid
or are caught in an avalanche; you are at the mercy of a power that is much
greater than yours.

Rani was milking me. I was like a toy in her arms. She had already curled my
55kg body about twenty times in one go - much more than most lifters can!

The sensation was too much. I exploded in her mouth. My jism filled her mouth
and she couldn't drink it all up. Semen ran down her chin, between her
breasts, to join her cum which was already making the tiles slick.

I was draped in her arms, semi-conscious. A rainbow of colours and feelings in
my mind. My dick kept jerking until the last vestiges of semen came out.

Rani had fucked me in the air. Her incredible power had held me up at least
five minutes. While in her arms, she had put my dick between her breast, into
her vagina and in her mouth. She had thrust into me like a piston, and curled
my body in her arms like a doll.

She finally put me onto the chair, as I recovered my senses. A few minutes
later, I went to her as she was leaving, and asked her to pick me up and jerk
me off. She obliged, by cradling me over her left hip, her right hand fondling
my testicles.

Then she did a quick adjust: a shift of her hip, and she had moved her left
arm below my knees. I was now held up almost completely by her left arm, as
her right did its magic on my cock. She was wanking me off furiously ... as I
moaned and squirmed. The release was quick, as I spurted. A glob of semen
spattered the shoe rack.

She slowly released me as I slid down to rest gently at her feet.

"Aasha hai aapki yaatra sukhad rahee!" <Hope you had a pleasurable journey.>,
she said, imitating an actress who played the part of an airhostess.

7

Palms of pain and pleasure

Rani. My powerful maid servant. She is one super woman.

She is about 5'7", and I'm 5'4". She has a strong upper body, defined by
prominent shoulder muscles and powerful arms. She has a dense set of abdominal
muscles that, coupled with her strong back, allow her to lift and carry heavy
loads without tiring. Her smooth arms are packed with muscles and sinews. Her
thighs are strong - not too thick, but solid like logs. This completes her
picture of power, which is balanced by a certain feline grace in her posture
and walk. Her face has flawless ebony skin with high cheekbones. In all she
would have been an exotic fitness model in far flung countries, if not for the
misfortune of having been born in India, in a deprived family.

I work as a copywriter in an ad agency. The companionship is stimulating, but
confined to office hours, with an occasional weekend at a colleagues' place,
where we end up drinking and watching football late at night. Rani is my
liberation. She works at my house for an hour in the mornings before I leave
for office, and on the weekends does the cleaning and sorting kind of work.

We became physically intimate. I don't think I've had so much pleasure even
while masturbating. And let me clarify here - guys of my age and underwhelming
physique are usually sex starved. Masturbation for us is a ritual that we grow
to enjoy, even if we are in a committed relationship.

She is insatiable, even more so when it comes to giving me orgasms (see story
two). While we enjoy full body sex, pressures of time do not allow us this
luxury too often. So mostly she wanks me off. But she does it so well, I do
not masturbate any longer, I just ask her to do it for me. Her amazing
muscular body and powerful arms do the needful, never failing to make me spasm
with pleasure and cum without control.

We've had many a pleasurable memories of our encounters, starting from the
time we discovered each other - when she grabbed me in mid-air and saved me
from potentially severe injury. I narrate one incident when she saved me from
getting robbed, and possibly from losing my life as well.

It was winter, with twilight setting in very early. The lane leading to the
residential complex where I have my rented accommodations was quite dark. I
had bought a few grocery items including rice and oil, and since the stuff
weighed a lot, I had asked Rani to pick up the load.

You'd ask me why I got her to pick up most of the stuff. Because she can, you
know ... She can lift and carry things around for a fairly long time, without
showing any discomfort. Whether it's a suitcase or a sofa, she can hold things
up without any discomfiture. When I do the same, either my back gives way or
the handle chafes my fingers and palms. For her work accustomed hands, weights
are nothing.

So I was carrying a few light things when I ran into these thugs who were
huddled over something (local grass, probably). I was so surprised when they
attacked me, that I ended up squirming. Two of them held me, while the third
one tore into the small shopping bag that I'd dropped. Finding nothing of much
use (there were disposable razors, bars of soap and dishwash), the brute threw
these to the side and punched me in the stomach. "Saaley, paise nikaal, warna
gaand maar doonga" <You swine, take out all your money or I'll fuck your ass>.
Wheezing from the pain, eyes starting to moist over, I couldn't say anything.
A tight slap followed.

That was the brute's mistake. For Rani had been following in my steps, staying
back to chat with a friend a while. As soon as she saw me in trouble, she ran
into our midst. "Usey chhod do" <Let him go>, she said, with a menacing
undertone. She was coiled like a spring, her shoulders hunched up, feet apart
and fists clenched. The bunched muscles in her forearm stood out in dim light.

"Nahi to kya?" <Or else?> taunted the one on my right side. The brute who hit
me, smiled menacingly, and said "Bachaa paegi usey kya? Uskey baad teri baari"
<Will you be able to save him? After him, it's your turn>.

She was on him in a flash. Holding his shirt collar, she swung him around and
flung him onto the alley wall. He just flew and hit the wall with a thud!

The sidekicks grew still, not able to gather what had just happened. I could
sense their bravado decrease substantially. Quickly she reached to the one on
my right, grabbed his hair and pulled him off me. The oaf swung his fists and
hit Rani on the torso in a flurry of haymakers. But I don't think Rani even
blinked. Suddenly she pulled his head down while bringing up her knee. There
was a crack and I felt as if some blood had spurted. He fell on his knees,
whining, holding his face in his hands.

I felt the third goon's hands let me go even before Rani reached him. She
grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back, so that he was forced to
look up. The fear in his face was evident, and he didn't try to hit her. He
was just trying to free his hair from her strong grip. I could see the anger
in Rani's wide eyes, and his lips quivering with fear.

Rani's stare burned into his eyes for a few moments, before she jumped in the
air and hit him on the chest with her clenched fist. The dull thud of the fist
connecting with the ribcage convinced me that he would have received severe
injury with that poleaxe of a blow. He literally crashed onto the ground, and
didn't move thereafter.

The goon with the broken nose and was about to scram when Rani got a hand to
his belt. She pulled him close and give him that five second stare. He let out
a low wail as he realised he was in for some serious injury. Suddenly, her
fingers clamped on his balls.

His mouth opened but only an "uh...uh...uh ... .uh" escaped. I could make out
the power in that clamp - his trousers were bunched up where Rani had gripped
his groin. The muscles in her arms were taut with the power coursing in them.
She was pulling his body up with that grip on his balls. As she slowly pulled
him up, her bicep bulged into a round baseball shape. He was now on the tips
of his toes. The eyes, unfocused, rolled up in the sockets as he went into
shock, and went limp. She let him drop in a heap.

The leader of the trio got up groggily. I saw a flash of steel ... "Rani,
sambhaal ke - uskey paas chakoo hai" <Rani be careful, he's got a knife>.
Perhaps the crash into the wall, or the sight of his friends lying crumpled,
or both together, had intimated him. The knife thrust was pathetic, even a
child could have avoided the blow. Rani just gripped his thrusting forearm in
her steel fingers. She held him at the wrist and squeezed. The pain made him
drop the knife. She twisted his arm behind his back, and then even more. His
eyes were wide with shock and fear, as his arm bent into an unreal shape. His
shoulder ligaments would definitely have snapped. Turning him around, she gave
him an open hand slap that sounded shockingly loud in the narrow alley. The
guy collapsed a few feet away. She stepped up to him and picked him up with
one hand on the throat. With tremendous power, she pushed him up against the
wall. Her sinewy, corded forearm was pulsing with brute strength. I was
alarmed; she could easily kill him. I hobbled over to her and tried to pull
her arm back. "Rani, chhod de usey, woh mar jaayega" <Rani, leave him, else
he'll die>. The arm was slippery with sweat; the muscles and cords in her arm
felt like bunched steel. I couldn't even budge her arm. The chief of the goons
was semi-conscious. His eyes were starting to roll back and the tongue popping
out. His legs were giving away jerkily.

Leave him, Rani! Please. Failing to stop her, I fell at her feet to implore
her. I held her legs at the ankle and begged her again. At that, she let go of
the goon's neck, and he slipped down against the wall. Taking a few deep
breaths, she grabbed me under my arm and almost yanked me up. "Tum theek ho
naa?" <I hope you're ok?>. I nodded.

She picked up the bags in one hand and grabbed my wrist in the other and led
me to the house.

Once inside, she was all concern. She removed my tee shirt and examined me for
bruises. Then she tenderly held my face and examined it under the light. There
was a slight swelling on my cheekbone, where the slap had landed. She gently
caressed the spot and then kissed me. I put my arms around her neck, as she
brought hers around my waist. Bringing me closer, she kissed me softly, and
then again, a bit harder. Still kissing, she picked me up, holding me about
the waist. We kissed for long, as the nervous energy left us, only to be
replaced with a burning sexual desire.

Rani has an incredibly prehensile tongue. She can actually touch the tip of
her nose with it! She traces fine lines with it around my jawline and cheek. I
really go nuts when she does the same, down the neck and the shoulder, moving
smoothly, delicately making circles at sensitive spots. It however, loses its
delicate nature when it enters my mouth. Her tongue is like a horny dick when
it comes near my mouth. It loves to violate my mouth. It moves in and out,
again and again, reaching every inner part. It's like sex of the faces.

Even while she was busy with her tongue, she was multi-tasking. Her hands had
managed to remove her blouse and bra, and loosen my trousers. Her right palm
was now fondling my balls; the callused skin giving gentle pleasure to the
sensitive areas. Fleetingly, I remembered how those very fingers had clamped
down and crushed the mojo of the oaf just a while back.

"Ummm ... ." I went, as she took control. Her right hand went between my
thighs and pulled me up. I was hanging in air, held up in her mighty one hand
grip. Holding me up like that, she moved me into the bedroom and dropped me
gently onto the bed. Off came all our clothing.

When she's nude, the proportionality and beauty of her ebony body is striking.
Muscled shoulders, leading down to medium sized breasts that are held up
proudly by superbly developed chest muscles. A thick ridge of muscle running
down her belly. All this flanked by incredibly powerful arms that show knots
and cords whenever they flex. Her back is superbly defined - a sculptors'
dream. The shoulders and back taper down to a superb narrow waist. Her thighs
are not too thick, but toned and powerful. Her calves are notably rounded.

Her face is divine. Amazonian is the right word for her look (even though I
haven't met any Amazons!), purposeful - yet you feel safe in her presence. Her
flawless ebony skin and taut muscles are a complete contrast to my soft, pale
skin. I love it when her body rubs against mine, moving me at will, her
muscles digging into my soft flesh.

I slowly run my hands and fingers over her back and feel the rippling muscles;
feel their power making her fantastic body move. I run the tips of my fingers
down the hard ridges of her triceps. I cup my palms around the beautiful
mounds of her biceps, feel them get taut and relax, taut and relax, as she
moves my body against hers. "Oohhh Rani ... "

She pulls me up so that we are on our knees, facing each other. Then she pulls
me closer and holds me close. I love her rough palms rubbing the skin on my
back and repeatedly clenching my butt cheeks. I love it as her strong thighs
part mine and bring my manhood close to her snatch. She suddenly grips my cock
between her thighs and gives it a tight squeeze. That makes me move my legs
apart further, and wrap them around her lower body.

My body is now held up by her, with her arms around my back. A sigh escapes me
as her left middle finger softly probes my anus, and then gently makes entry.
She then guides me into her love canal, even as I am straddled on her thighs.
Though I am the one endowed with the male organ, there is no doubt about who
is doing the lovemaking. And I love it as she fucks me with smooth, strong,
steady thrusts, even as her finger probes and finds my prostrate or some such
gland, which doubles my pleasure.

My eyes are half shut now, mouth open, and tongue licking the lips. Her strong
bucking is making my nerves fire. She is also close to an orgasm, which I can
feel as her snatch grips and releases my cock with ever increasing tempo.

Now there is so much fluid - she has orgasmed, and her lap and my thighs are
completely wet. She increases the tempo of her thrusts. I am lifted up again
and again. I come with a shudder. My arms are stretched wide and legs wrap
around her waist. She holds me up by my waist, still humping me, as I come
like an ocean in tidal fury. Wave upon wave of ejaculate comes out. There must
be litres of our cum here!

Spent, my arms and legs are wrapped around her. She puts me down and then hugs
me. Afterwards, she is gently fondles my dick and balls.

In a short span of a few minutes, Rani had brutalised a few men and fucked me
as well.

"Rani", I say, "Iss haath ne kuch der pehley kisi ke tatton ki chutney banaa
di thi ... ab is haath se merey tatton ko kitna mazaa aa raha hai" ... <This
is the hand that had squeezed someone's balls into chutney ... now this very
hand is giving my balls so much pleasure ... >.

"Yeh haath dard bhi, aur mazey bhi deteey hain" <These palms give pain as well
as pleasure>. She smiled, as my flaccid dick started to rise again ...

8

The Rapist or Therapist?

Rani. My powerful maid servant. She is one super woman.

She has a strong upper body, defined by prominent shoulder muscles and
powerful, smooth yet sinewy arms. A dense set of abdominal muscles that,
coupled with her strong back, allow her to lift and carry heavy loads without
tiring. Her thighs slim but solid like logs. Her power is balanced by a
certain feline grace in her posture and walk. Her face has flawless ebony skin
with high cheekbones.

I work as a copywriter in an ad agency. The companionship is stimulating, but
confined to office hours, with an occasional weekend at a colleagues' place.
Rani is my liberation. She works at my house for an hour in the mornings
before I leave for office, and on the weekends does the cleaning and sorting
kind of work.

She is insatiable when it comes to giving me orgasms. While we enjoy full body
sex, pressures of time do not allow us this luxury too often. So mostly she
wanks me off. Her amazing muscular body and powerful arms do the needful,
never failing to make me spasm with pleasure and cum without control. Whenever
she makes love to me, she makes me come again and again; it never fails to
amaze me as to how she can extract so much semen from my balls!

Rani has fucked me and jerked me off many times. So much so that I've stopped
pleasuring myself, since she does a better job at that than me. She
understands how to give me the most intense, the most liberating orgasms. She
can set every nerve of mine on fire. The way she cups my balls, with the other
hand supporting my body and her tongue exploring my neck or ears, she is my
dream sex machine!

Last week it was a different story altogether. I saw her other, more sadistic
side. The incident proved to me that I cannot take for granted anyone, and how
important it is to respect life. Last week Rani raped me.

It all started on Friday, with a pitch presentation being made to an important
prospect. It so turned out that the brief and consequently the creative
output, was completely misinterpreted. Our team was almost thrown out, to put
it politely. My creative director decided to put the blame on me for the copy
not working. I put it back to him saying that the interpretation of the brief
was itself wrong, therefore my output can't be blamed.

I was near about kicked out from my job, as a result. While returning, a stray
dog ran into my path of my bike, and I lost control and skidded. Though I was
not hurt, the injury upon the insult left me simmering inside. As I parked the
bike, a little puppy came and wanted to play with me. I rudely kicked it
aside, and it went yelping away. Gosh, I've never done that before ...

Rani, who was waiting for me to reach home, saw this and started to admonish
me. I didn't say anything, just went into my apartment. When Rani came in, I
said "Who do you think you are to tell me all that? Just shut up and do your
job ... " Rani was taken aback, but she replied back that showing strength
against a weak and innocent life is not the correct thing. I said if I could
have caught the puppy, I might have strangled it.

Hearing this, Rani moved upto me and pushed me against the wall. She said that
whatever be the reason, I shouldn't have hit the puppy. She was right, of
course. But in my simmering frustration, I lashed out. The pent up rage at
having all the effort go waste, getting admonished unfairly, having the
misfortune of a dog running across my path, and finally having to hear this
from my maid, I pushed at her shoulders.

Rani is one solidly built woman. My first push had an element of surprise,
which made her move back about a foot or so. My second push moved her a few
inches. The third, most violent push, didn't move her at all.

I could see the rage flare up suddenly in her. She bunched her fists and said
"OK, you puppy killer, you think you can say or do anything to anyone? Let me
see you do something to me, then."

Still angry, I made the mistake of swinging a punch at her. She easily caught
my fist at the wrist. Then my other wrist as well. I snarled at her and called
her a bitch. She just laughed and said, "Lo - kutta bhauka" <See, the dog
barks>. I tried to kick her, but my kick didn't have any effect. I kept
swearing and trying to hit her, but ended up squirming, as her grip tightened.

She taunted: "Ek ladki ko maartey huey sharam nahi aati? Lagta hai tumhe ab
kuch sanskaar sikhaaney hongey!" <Do you feel no shame in hitting a girl? It
seems I should teach you some manners!>.

Now I was pretty exhausted and my wrists were paining where Rani held me in an
iron grip. She released one wrist and quickly turned my around. With a few
tugs, she had removed my tee shirt and entangled my arms with it. With a free
arm, she loosened my belt and buttons, and down went my jeans to my ankles. I
was hobbled. Turning me back to face her, she held the elastic band of my
underwear in both hands. She strained suddenly, and my underwear was ripped. A
few tugs and pushes, and I was on the floor with my hands and ankles
effectively tied up, the rest of my body naked.

She got down on me, and said "Main ab tera ijjat lootungi!" <Now I will rape
you!>

She dragged me into the bedroom and made me bend over. The power in her body
and arms was so intense that I could not offer any resistance whatsoever. I
was standing near the bed, hands near my ankles. She got behind me and
suddenly inserted her right thumb into my anus!

The pain was incredible. As I started to raise my voice, she told me to shut
up, or else the neighbours would come and see me in this position.

She then withdrew her thumb, and then put two fingers back into my crevice.
This time, the pain was even more intense. I could not resist the intense
pressure of her fingers, and she quickly pushed through the sphincter to probe
deep inside. She used her knuckles to push even more, until the two fingers
were buried deep into my arse.

I arched my back and tried to resist by moving her other arm that held my body
down. But that arm was like steel. Rani had pushed her two fingers knuckle
deep in my arse. Slowly, she withdrew them halfway, and then pushed them back
in. "Ughhh ... " I cried. She kept ramming the fingers in and out of my
bumhole. The pain was excruciating. "Aarrgh! Rani ... no ... please stop!"
"Did you stop when I told you to be more considerate towards weaker beings?"
"No, Rani, it hurts, it hurts terribly!" "Did it hurt that innocent little
puppy when you kick it?"

I felt as if Rani would rip my anus apart. "Aaah ... I am sorry ... I'm sorry,
please forgive me ... I beg of you. Meri gaand phat jayegi ... " <My arse will
tear open ... >

Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers and let me fall. I lay whimpering at her
feet, a sorry and shattered form. She stood there, her anger still not
abating.

"Aaj meri aakhri din hai ... mere paise leney aaungi baadmey." <Today is my
last day here. I will come to collect my wages later.> that kind of shattered
me even more. "No Rani, please don't go. Please, please." She was impassive.
"I need you. You are my goddess".

She turned to go. In desperation, I grabbed onto her left ankle. "Rani, please
don't leave me. I made a big mistake. I apologise to you." The tears were
streaming now. I couldn't let her go. I rubbed my eyes to let her feel my
tears on her feet. I began to kiss her feet in desperation. "DON'T LEAVE ME,
PLEASE" I shouted and fell at her feet again.

She took pity on my pathetic appeal. Slowly, she bent down, hooked an arm each
below my armpits and pulled me up. As my bum was hurting bad, she tenderly
picked me up in her arms and took me to the bathroom.

She placed me in the bath tub and cleaned my bum with running hot water. Then
she used the shower faucet to give me a quick bath. After that, it was a
tender pat down with a soft towel. As she dried my hair and then my chest, I
said "Rani, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I shouldn't have behaved like that."
She said "I became very angry when you did not listen to me. Perhaps I was too
harsh on you." "No Rani, I deserved it. I deserved to be taught a lesson for
behaving like a chutia <jerk>. By the way, your fingers really fucked my arse.
I thought you would tear me apart ... "

"No, I can't think of doing that," she said. "I like to give you pleasure, not
pain".

"Then give me pleasure again, in my arse" I said. She looked at me a while,
smiled and sat down on the toilet seat. "Come here" she said, "Sit on my lap".

I sat on her lap, facing away, and she parted my legs with her knees. Dipping
her fingers into a jar of Vaseline, she gently probed my anus. I winced a bit
and bit my lips as her right middle finger slowly went back and forth across
the sphincter, and made an entry. Slowly, with gently probing motions, her
finger went deep into my arse. She let it rest for a while, as my dick started
growing as well. She then started pumping her finger up and down, up and down,
with every 'up' thrust touching some sensitive part. The Vaseline made the
motion smooth and painless. In fact, it was quite pleasurable.

As she finger-fucked me, her left hand came around and grabbed my dick. The
fingers pulled down the foreskin and lightly started to stroke it. Soon, she
was fucking me in the arse and also jerking me in a uniform way: As her finger
probed deep and moved my pelvis up, her left hand fingers moved my foreskin
down. Reversing the motion, she moved her finger away from my anus as the
other hand moved up my dick.

She increased the tempo, and I was on the verge of an explosive release. Her
tongue was flicking around my neck and shoulder.

Finally, I came. The opposite wall was festooned with white trailings of my
semen. She slowly reduced the tempo as I kept spasming. Finally I collapsed in
her arms. She reached over to the sink and washed her hands thoroughly with
soap. Then she cleaned my butt with toilet paper and warm water, and picked me
up in her arms and put me on to the bed.

Rani had raped me. And then fucked me in the arse again for therapy. She had
given me an intense pain as well as stupendous pleasure. Truly, Rani was the
Rapist and the Therapist.