The Jezebel of India Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Jezebel of India Ch. 03

... Rani, however, is merciful and generous and has sent you a gift, to make your last hours in this world pleasurable, This is Tara, " He opened the door and in stepped the prettiest of the Rani's handmaidens. She was no more than twenty-five, her saree was as red as blood, her bejewelled neck and forearms thick with yellow gold and her eyes made up perfectly with black kohl. Her face was young and her body was a dancer's lithe frame and Deewan felt his heart flutter and his stomach lurch, for he had never seen such a desirable woman. With the door shut, the girl looked down at him and smiled a sweet smile, took the sistrum from behind her back and shook it as she danced before him.

As she danced, she shook the instrument in a light rhythmic manner with one hand and with the other she drew her fingers across her eyes, drawing his attention to them. The deepest pools of brown that sparkled caught and held his attention as she then took her free hand to her saree pleats and pulled them loose revealing a luxuriant bush of black hair, that glistened. The gold chain that sat lightly on her hips caught the light and then soon, her hand unbuttoned the blouse, which fell away to release her high pointed breasts that shook delightfully, with upturned brown nipples.

Deewan watched the dancer, took up each item of clothes, and brought it to his nose. He drew in her sweet perfume and the sharper tones of her own sweet odour. The young dancer swayed her hips and then stood before him, ...

... placing the sistrum upon the couch on which he sat, and stood still. His eyes were level with her black pubic hair and she looked down, she used her fingers to part her cunny lips for his attention. Deewan licked his lips, his black beard shining with droplets of his own sweat on a sultry evening and then leaned forward to lick at her cunny. The dancer brought her own hands up to pull him onto her pubis and allowed him to drink her in. Soon, Deewan put his hands upon her buttocks pulled her to his mouth and kissed her deeply.

With his wet tongue probing her deeply, the young handmaiden's knees buckled and she crumpled upon the couch muttering sweet nothings, urging him on. Deewan needed little urging as he knelt and then undid his jodhpurs and freed his stiff prick for her attention. Without asking, she slipped to her knees and he slipped back onto the couch and she kissed his leaking glans greedily, gripping his shaft firmly, his member stiffening further. She slipped the prick into her mouth and bobbing down upon it, she let it slip into her throat. She withdrew him for a minute or so, allowing herself to breathe and then went to licking at the long strings of saliva that she left on his prick. Deewan watched her lewd act, enjoying every moment until his arousal peaked, and he then took her head in his hands, bucked his hips and drove his prick in a steady rhythm. The girl accommodated his thrusts, heralding the thrusting that he would give to her cunny, then eventually ...