Great Bollywood Family : 1

Inside picture of Birwani Family, Mr. Birwani's love for his wife and fantasy for his maid

The famous Birwani Mansion showed it's status, glory and architectural innovation at the most posh area of Bandra, Mumbai. It was covered at least five thousand sqft area and the whole area was secured by a ten feet high concrete wall. A young Nepali Gatekeeper cum gardener, a middle aged local driver cum servant and a young maid rendered their services for this three members based celeb family who stayed at the specified servants' quarter..... situated far end from the main building.

It was now almost evening and quiet.... the head of the family Mr. Anil Birwani still not returned from his own office. Roti Agnihotri ( Birwani ), the well-known Bollywood actress, wife of the famous architect Mr. Birwani, was wandering in her room while thinking about her only son Anuj. He had gone to Pune just a few days ago to attend his training classes of Acting who stayed at the adjacent boarding house of the training institute.

He would call everyday, asking his parents either for money or just to let him know how they were doing, but to the great affectionate mother, it wasn't the same. She missed having her son in the house and most of the times, she would feel herself lonely as she was now almost out of her show-business profession. At this mature age of 42, it wasn't possible for her to acquire more roles in films like her younger days.... and so she had involved herself in some charitable trusts..... working for the orphans and distressed peoples.

Now she found herself walking by her only son's room..... picturing him in her mind's eye as he had been as kid. She could still imagine her son Anuj as he had been, studious and rambunctious. She smiled as she thought of the scattered toys and electronic components that used to be strewn from one end of the room to the other.

Now she could see several cricket trophies..... nicely arranged on the shelves, along with a lingerie calendar and few sizzling photos of his favourite actress Poonam Dhillon, on the wall. She smiled thinking about her son's liking of the mature actress who was also her closest friend. It wasn't the room of a small boy anymore..... now it was the room of a young man.

Anuj was just eighteen and a senior student of his College. He was the captain of the College's Cricket team..... but his passion and talent for acting already made him a promising star at Bollywood, and if things went as planned, he would be graduating from the 'Talent Hunting Institute' at the end of the year. And after that a big-budget multi-starrer film will be picturised in which her son Anuj and Poonam's daughter Paloma would be debuted as the two leading roles. He was no longer the shy, insecure little boy who had gone off to college.

He was well over six feet tall, and the hours spent playing on the field showed in his physique. She knew that her little boy was probably having the time of his life at College, and probably with a number of girls from the various races or maybe even a female member of the teaching staff. Just the thought of her son pleasuring any of those wanton women sent chills down the great mother's spine.

Roti shrugged her head to brush away those silly thoughts and blamed herself.... it wasn't good in their typical traditional Indian-Westernised family in many ways. Although they dressed in a combination of Indian and Western styles.... more western nowadays at parties and functions, they always tried to follow the rituals and dress code of the society.

That day Mr. Birwani was sitting on a armchair at the secluded spot of their huze garden with some snacks while his wife Roti and the maid Shanti were standing few feet away from him.... chatting away and preparing the coffee. However Shanti's father Mohan was another side of the trio..... just twenty feet away from them and he was dusting the family-car.

Both the women had their backs to Anil, who was sitting beside a rectangular table and reading the weekly magazine. He often looked over at his wife and the maid. Roti was wearing a loose fitting skirt with a baggy T-shirt, whilst Shanti wore her traditional clothes...... a plain cotton Saree with a matching blouse, which showed off every curve of her ample body.

Anil couldn't help admiring the jiggling ass of his mature wife and the young girl as they moved about, even though one of the women was their maid. His sex drive was still very high at the age of forty-five. He felt his face flush, as a sudden thought of going up to the maid and grabbing her ass-cheeks through her thin Saree flashed through his mind.

'Mmm.......,' He thought to himself and looked back down at his magzine, 'I'll have to ponder on these feelings a bit more.'

Few moments later he snatched a quick look up, and noticed Mohan often glancing on Roti's huze ass from the garage while dusting the car. The garage was just twenty feet away from them and his wife still had her backs turned and was chatting away with Shanti. He was sure he saw, just for a moment, Mohan was adjusting his growing bulge as well. Although Mohan was just a Driver cum servant, he couldn't blame him.... and noticing that, with his great astonishment, he felt his own cock was also twitching in his pyjama.

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Anil had always tried to be open and faithful to his wife.... so that night, after supper as they lay in bed, he raised his feelings of that afternoon to his wife.

"Honey, this afternoon, when you and Shanti were making coffee while Mohan was cleaning the car at garage few feet away from us, I got a hard-on just looking at both of your asses. But Shanti's ass attracted me a great.... it was wrapped with her Saree so provocatively.... at one point I wished to go up to her and give her ass-cheeks a squeeze."

Roti sprang up and looked at her husband with a grin, "What! You wanted to touch up a our maid's ass!"

"I'm really sorry, but I couldn't help it. I'm just being honest with you about what I felt. The thought just happened and I found it quite arousing. But I must tell you something else, I sneaked a look at our Shanti's father, when he thought I wasn't watching, and I was sure he was eyeing on your jiggling tits and swaying ass..... even he was rubbing his hard-on over his pants."

Roti laid her head back on the pillow with a resigned look and a sigh.

"You men are so wicked!" She said finally, after a moments pause, trying to sound annoyed.

"Well," replied Anil, "I think we should relax and take it in our stride. These sorts of feelings aren't that unusual. You know how glamorous you looked and you've so many crazy fans..... they must imagine you in their beds and no doubt people don't bother to talk about that. So I'm not surprised when I noticed our Driver has some sort of sexual attraction to you. And I'm sure you may get some sort of same feeling towards our driver cum servant Mohan. Please honey, don't take it seriously..... I think it's only a phase and nothing ever happens."

"Oh," replied Roti, "That's good to hear. Maybe I shouldn't dress in a way that might get him excited."

"Yes, you could do that," said Anil, "Maybe we should be more physical with each other and that will take my mind off it!"

Roti laughed and cuddled up to her husband and gave him a kiss on the lips. She had a high sex drive to match her husband's which was continuously increasing as she got older and was always willing to satisfy his needs, which kept her satisfied as well.

He responded and they kissed, their tongues lapping sexily at each other. She moved on top of him and felt his hands over her back and ass. His cock had risen in response to her sexy moments on top of him and she moved her cunt over his groin. Gently reaching down, she helped his erect dick into her moist cunt.

"Ahhhhhhh..... that's nice" She sighed, feeling him enter her, and she started to hump her big ass gently up and down. He clasped both her ass-cheeks, one in each hand.... squeezing and rubbing them roughly..... enjoying every sensation of feeling her soft, large, fleshy ass-gloves.

"I love your ass darling..... they're really marvelous...... I can guess why Mohan is attracted towards your ass," He groaned, as she grounded herself up and down on his rigid fuck pole..... suddenly thinking about Mohan's hard cock pulsating in her aching cunt instead of her husband. "Even after all these years, I can't get enough of fucking you, especially in your asshole."

Roti raised herself up a little way so that her large tits dangled over her face and mouth.... as he took her half-inch right nipple into his mouth and sucked tenderly. However before that he licked over the areola, a wide slow lick, and finally, he moved onto the erect brown nipple, and tickled it by licking it up and down and from side to side..... before sucking on it.

Forty-two yrs old passionate actress writhed in pleasure as her husband sucked on her tit. She had always loved his technique of sucking on her tits, and it always sent an electric tingle through her body and down her spine. She increased the pace of her humping up and down on his prick.... loving every sensation as it glided in and out of her wet, pulsating cunt.

Under her, Anil responded by increasing the pace of his thrust upwards. Momentarily, he moved onto her left tit and gave it the same treatment as he had given the right. And his celeb wife, with her eyes closed, sat up fully on his dick. She then knelt over his crotch.... continuing the frenzied pace of her up and down movement on his extremely hard glistening prick.

With his great enjoyment, he watched her large tits jiggle and wobble in front of him as she rode him.... and the sight of them caused the semen to rise in his balls.

"Ohhhhhh.....Yeah, fuck me hard, honey..... ride me," Mr. Birwani cried out. "Fuck me you hot, dirty bitch." He loved talking dirty at his celeb wife when they fucked, and he knew it turned her on.

"Yesss...... fuck...... cum inside me." The silver-queen hissed..... adding now in a lustful frenzy on top of her husband, "I want to feel your spunk in me..... come on... fuck me.... fuck me hard." They continued their pace...... and after a few more minutes, both were close to cumming. That's when her husband cried out.

"Ahhhhhh..." He started squirting deep inside her cunt, whilst she lasted just a moment longer before she came too.... and shouted out. "Oh.......... Yesssss..... I'm cuuuummmmiiiggg......"

She rolled next to him on the bed...... so they lay close to each other silently.... savouring the aftermath of their climax..... and after a minute, she said, "Satisfied darling?"

"Yes, of course honey," replied Mr. Birwani with his eyes closed.

However what he didn't tell her was that... when he was cumming, he had imagined it was their maid, Mohan's teenage daughter Shanti, riding on top of him. He felt himself guilty.... realising he had lied to his beloved wife for the first time in ages, and turned over onto his side facing away from her to sleep.

On the other hand, thinking her husband was satisfied and wanting to sleep, the famous actress lay there relaxed and feeling like she was drifting off sleepily as well. However her mind wandered a little as she snuggled herself down, and her husband's words about their Driver looking at her in a sexual way crossed her thoughts again.

She hadn't been quite honest with her husband. Recently, she had looked at Mohan in a way a celebrity like herself shouldn't do, especially in the last month or so. And she was sure she had seen him looking at her body too in a sexual way as well. It was a woman's intuition. Her sex drive was high and she had imagined herself doing some quite naughty things with her Driver, and even masturbated to the thoughts.

But she had never felt able to talk to her husband about it. But now, as he had raised some similar thoughts he had for Mohan's daughter, her fantasies seemed to be something that might just be possible. She would have to draw out her husband's feelings for Shanti first, and then slowly tell him of her own attraction to Mohan as well.

She would have to be careful how it was done. First though, she would have to raise the subject again to her husband, and carefully introduce the idea of transforming their thoughts into reality to him. She felt a tingle of perverted sexual arousal run through her and in her cunt, even though she had orgasmed only a few moments ago. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and then tried to put the thoughts away. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.

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It was Sunday..... middle of the afternoon. So no more office today.... his wife Roti was at her friend Poonam's house. So, aimlessly and being free from liabilities, Mr. Birwani was wandering in his garden with a light-hearted mind.

Suddenly he was frowned as he followed the sounds of gasps and moans...... coming from his garage. A pleasurable feminine moan echoed through the garage as he walked towards the garage and gasped in shock. He stared as his pretty, young maid Shanti who was thoroughly fucked by his Gatekeeper boy.

His heart sank.... he rather liked the pretty 18 yrs old maid. She made him feel quite young again.... and reaching at 45 he often felt himself old. She was very pretty and curvy and he liked to watch as she worked, because there was always a generous amount of cleavage showing of her low-neckline Blouse. And when she bent over to dust, he could even catch a glimpse of her dark nipples.

Well, right now he was seeing more than that... her face was screwed up with passion and her eyes were closed.... legs high in the air as the Gatekeeper-boy between her thighs thrust vigorously.

Plump breasts flopped up and down on her chest, the hard nipples looking extremely enticing. He could see the boy's average sized cock disappearing over and over into her wet slit as he could feel his own cock start to grow. He knew that he was bigger than the Gatekeeper boy and he wondered if she would have ever approached him like this. Probably not... but right now he was wishing she had. So what if he was old enough to be her father?

He was very strict with his household and didn't allow any sort of dalliances in it among his three workers during the jobs. Realizing that he could most certainly take advantage of the situation, he let out a roar, "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!"

The Gatekeeper-boy yelped and rolled off of the pretty girl as her eyes sprung wide. The rich architect was treated to her shocked face, bared boobs, and the pretty spread of her darkish hairy pussy. Although he was still feeling justifiably angry, he also enjoyed the view and could feel his groin getting even harder.

Fortunately neither of the two miscreants were observant enough in their panic to notice the tent at the front of his trousers. Actually they were too busy groveling in front of him begging for their jobs..... Shanti was also preoccupied with trying to cover her delectable boob and crotch.

"You son-of-a-bitch," He growled at his Gatekeeper, "Get your clothes and get out of here immediately."

He practically ran from the garage, still noticing the stormy look on his face. As the Gatekeeper was out of his sight, he looked down at his pretty maid.... blushing and tearfully looking up at him through panicked eyes.

"Sir, don't fire me," Suddenly she gripped his legs and started weeping. "And please don't tell my father..... he would kill me."

He did neither want to fire her nor did he inform her father about this... normally this was something he would never involve himself in, but really she'd brought it on herself. Besides, he was harder than he had been in quite some time and he needed some relief.

"OK.... But you've to follow whatever I'll tell you....," Mr. Birwani said with a crooked smile.

"Oh sure, Sir," Shanti could see a small ray of hope.

Standing in front of the kneeling girl, suddenly he pulled out his aching dick, "Suck on it for your job." He ordered her, pointing it at her surprised and wary face.

Shanti was shocked as her strict Employer whipped out his large cock.... ordering her to suck on it. For a moment she thought of protesting his offer..... she'd never done anything like that before, that was what whores did!

But then she realized that she probably didn't have much of a choice... if she was turned out, there was nowhere for her father and herself to go. Reluctantly she leaned forward, her hands pressed over her chest as she struggled to keep the straining Saree closed over her ample breasts. She moved her mouth forward and licked the bulbous tip of her employer's aristocratic cock.

Groaning, the great middle-aged Architect pushed his aristocratic cock between his teenage maid's lips.... forcing her cheeks outwards as he filled her mouth with his meaty flesh. Shocked, she realized that he was much bigger than her Gatekeeper boyfriend that she'd been with.

But there was just something about that itch between her legs that she couldn't ignore, even though it had gotten her into trouble more than once. And yet here she was, on her knees in front of her Malik, doing a sexual act that only whores did. Blushing shamefully, her cheeks turned as a balloon as he pushed her hands away from her Saree and her boobs spilled out again.

Slightly bending forward, he cupped her large globes and squeezed them..... enjoyment written all over his face as he fondled. When he pinched her erect nipples, she moaned around his dick, trying to stuff more of it into her mouth. For some reason sucking on him seemed to give her some relief from the insistent desires in her pussy.

Mr. Birwani pushed deep into her mouth, using her plump boobs to pull her forwards. She felt herself excited more as her throat convulsed around his shaft and he moaned. Suddenly with a loud moan, he began pulsing against her tongue and something spilled down her throat.... automatically she swallowed.

It was a relief when he began shrinking inside her mouth, letting up on the pressure in her throat. She sighed with relief even though there was a strange and slightly bitter taste on her tongue that she didn't recognize. He gave her a slight smile as she continued to kneel in front of him, unsure of what to do next.

"Go and get back to your work now.... and keep it just between us. Tonight after supper, when your Malkin would be sleeping, you'll report directly to me in my study-room. And remember one thing, from now no more fooling around with my Gatekeeper or you'll be out of here with your father.... OK."

After he'd left, Shanti sat there for a moment, still in shock and dumbfounded.... thinking about what she had done and what she would do to protect her father's and her job. However quickly deciding her plan, she wore her blouse and wrapped the wrinkled Saree around her body.... covering herself decently, before going at a dead run back to the house.

The rest of the day was spent in breathless anticipation and fear... she'd always heard rumors that older men would have more... exotic... interests than younger ones. Although she'd enjoyed the sex with her older Malik, she was a little worried from some of the stories she'd heard.

Some of her friends had joked that with her appetite for sex as they advised her she might actually earn better as a prostitute than as a maid. But she'd heard too many horror stories of girls abused, hurt, forced to do grotesque things... and it was always older men that did it.

Her Malik had always been kind, but he'd already shown himself to be a little perverse by having her suck on his dick. That was something that her boyfriend ( The Gatekeeper ) she'd been with for the last few months, had ever requested that. Usually he just wanted to stick his cock in her pussy and hump until he was done.

She had already felt she liked better than sucking on her Malik's huge cock... for one, she had gotten no relief and she needed it so badly!

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That night when everyone ( Malkin, her father and boyfriend ) was in their deep sleep, Shanti crept to her Malik's study-room silently. He was waiting for her in one of his lounging robes. He was already hard, having been thinking about her all day and trying to decide what he wanted to do with her first.

She almost felt like shaking with fear as he had her stand in place while he undressed her, his hands running over naked her body. But the gentle caresses also stoked the fire in her pussy and she moaned as he began to pinch her nipples, hefting her large breasts. He had forgotten how beautiful young woman were, their firm flesh and quick responses... it nearly took his breath away.

"Go lay on the bed on your back," He ordered her as he began to pull off his robe.

She hurried to do in a fearful state as he said. Her breasts and ass jiggled as she hopped up onto the large bed.... lying down. Feeling extremely shy and awkward, she didn't know where to put her hands. Thinking a bit, she settled herself with just having her hands lie on either side of her... she felt very exposed and vulnerable.

Mr. Birwani watched the lovely spectacle in front of him for few seconds and finally approached to her. He began to smoother his hands over her legs, working up to her thighs and then up to her breasts.

Leaning forward he sucked one of her dark nipples between his lips and began to work it over with his tongue and teeth. She started thrashing with pleasure and she moaned as he switched the nipples.... making the tender buds ache with passion. His lips began moving down her body and she wondered what he was doing other than teasing her unmercifully. Her hips moved up and down.... wishing that he would just plunge into her.

Instead his head paused above her parted legs.... looking lustfully down at her darkened pussy. Blushing modesty, she wished that she could close her thighs and stop him from looking at her....... it seemed so indecent.

She shrieked when he suddenly plunged forward and his mouth was on her down there. Her hands grasped uselessly towards his head as her hips arched in surprised pleasure. This was definitely something her boyfriend had ever done before... his tongue melted her insides as he licked along her slit.

She thought she was going to die when she actually felt it press inside of her. But it felt just as good as sex... even better perhaps... if this was something that older men liked to do then she could certainly get used to it! Her hands pressed down on the top of his head as her lustful moans encouraged him.

Tongue and teeth went all around her pussy, licking and nibbling with abandon.... drinking up her sweet juices as she writhed in front of him. It had been a long time since Mr. Birwani had pleasured a woman with his tongue. And it certainly didn't seem to be something his maid was accustomed to..... although she was quickly acquiring at taste for it!

The teenage maid shuddered as her highly sophisticated employer sucked her clit into his mouth.... biting down gently on the little bud and her back arched with pleasure as she came violently. Thrashing wildly, she didn't have any weight on top of her to hold her down.... and her breasts flopped all over as tears came to her eyes with the intensity of the orgasm.

Climbing on top of his maid, the celeb gentleman kissed her and she realized that she was tasting herself on his lips and in his mouth. For a moment she recoiled but he pressed forward and she realized that it didn't taste that bad. And if it all felt as good as his mouth had down there, then that might just be ok.

Shanti could feel her Malik's hard dick rubbing against her thighs and swollen hairy pussy. She tried to spread her legs more, wanting him further inside her extremely hot and moist pussy. Instead, one of his hands reached down and lifted up one of her legs and he slapped her ass.

She shrieked, her eyes popping open in surprise at the pain. Then his dick began to push into her, although he was still slapping her ass, and she got confused as to what to do. Her ass was burning, but it felt incredibly good to have him pushing inside of her, and the different position made him feel very large inside her.

As her pussy stretched to accommodate him, she arched her back, feeling him dig deep into her body. The slaps didn't hurt so much now.... in fact he was giving her a lot of pleasure. Moving slowly, he ground himself against her pussy, adding in the occasional ass slap, and he pressed deeper.

Working her over, he began to suck on her nipples again and he thrust in and out of her stretched pussy as she was gasping in delight. Somehow she got the feeling that her Malik was most certainly not going to cum until she'd gotten her pleasure first. There was certainly something to be said about an older man... or maybe it was just because he was a gentleman.

Moaning ecstatically, the young maid could feel her orgasm building to incredible heights, possibly the best orgasm she'd ever had in her life. When it hit her, her entire body went rigid as she shrieked her ecstacy. Her Malik pressed his groin firmly against hers and rotated his hips so that his rough crotch rubbed her clit.

Thrashing underneath him, the maid's orgasm went on and on, her pussy clasping him in orgasmic convulsions. With a groan, he pulled back out of her tightness and then slammed forward, holding her soft body close as he unloaded his cum into her young sheath. It was heaven as she moved beneath him, her pussy massaging his dick as it spurted inside her.

Sighing in completion, the Maid didn't even mind as her Malik rolled off of her... she had never felt so incredibly completed after sex. It was as if all the parts of her that had needed to be touched and rubbed had been, and most exquisitely too.

Few moments later, when their orgasmic fever was over, she was given such an order by her Malik that made her jump in shock. She couldn't believe her ears whether she should comply her Malik's such perverted desire.... even she wasn't sure if she would be able to do that. The surprisingly satisfied strumpet maid went down the hall with a conflicting mind about her Malik's proposal..... feeling gooey gobs of cum leaking from her sore pussy.

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