The Delhi Stud – 1

I’m from Delhi. I’m rich. I fuck what I like, when I like. Literally. This one’s about my servant.

The background.

I’ll just come out and say it. I’m a rich, 17 year old Delhi brat. I’ve got more money than I could ever spend, thanks to my dad’s insatiable ambition to outdo his rich friends. He’s also not a hardass, which helps. I can do anything quirky and he’s always behind me. I’m ethnically half Kashmiri, half Punjabi, which means I’m hot.

We stay in a large bungalow estate in Lodhi. Our house has 3 floors and 12 rooms. The ground floor is for the ballroom and home theatre. My dad used to stay on the first floor with my mom, but being the insane wife beater that he is, she now stays with her brother in a much smaller house in Srinagar. I’ve heard that he doesn’t treat her very well either (read: once a woman’s been thrashed, she’s always gonna be thrashed). I live on the second floor alone. We have 6 servants, but 2 are for my floor only. My older brother Karan lives in our Bombay bungalow with his wife. He’s not very nice to her either (surprise surprise).

Now let’s get to the current story.

I came back from a night of clubbing at 4am. My size 12 feet were tired from dancing all night. I was sweating through my half buttoned shirt. I’d unbuckled my jeans in the lift ride up to my room. My driver tried to help me out of the car, but for some reason I pushed him aside and twisted his nipple.

Huh. I did that a lot all night. Nipple twisting. Mostly with girls I met that I wanted to fuck. I didn’t get anything more than 2 makeouts and one blowjob, so I suppose I was frustrated. I wanted to brutalize something. Someone.

None of these girls wanted a person so young. I’m 6’3, I’m muscular, I’m pink as a peach and I’ve got the prettiest eyes. But these girls wanted “an older guys”. And as much as I’m rapey, I knew doing it in front of pseudo-feminists will only result in my jailing. So I let these foolish girls be.

Now I was drunk, horny, and very frustrated.

I reached my floor and drunk stumble into the adjoining servant quarter. There’s this chinki guy, whose name we never bothered to learn, so we call him Chhotu. He’s 13, white, and slit eyed – sleeping peacefully in his boxers. The other servant on my floor was nowhere to be found. He’s this hunky 22 year old black dude from UP, who we call Kala.

Meanwhile I was hard as fuck. My 8 incher was straining against my jeans. I go to my room and call our to Chhotu.

The poor guy got up mid-sleep and rushed to my room. “Yes sahib?,” He meekly asks. He hasn’t bothered to dress up, so I can see his tiny pink nipples and taut ass in just his boxers.

“Help me undress.”

He knows the drill. He’s done this before.
He gets down on his knees and pulls off my Jordans. The smell emanating from my feet was turning me on. Chhotu definitely was smitten.

But what he wasn’t used to – me keeping my bare feet in his face, prodding for him to taste it. Which of course, he ultimately did. Then he licked his lips.

“You like my sweaty feet? Now massage them”

He does so. He tells me, “Bhaiya, get on the bed. I’ll remove your clothes and do the massage”.

“Well, you know the rules for my floor. You also can’t wear boxers. Remove them now.”

He slides down his boxers, and unbottons 2 of my shirt button, thereby removing the shirt entirely.

He then begins on my feet. It’s fine, but I much prefer his tongue. I’m getting sleepy, but my dick’s still hard.

I flip over and find him on the bottom of the bed. I can’t wait anymore. I adjust myself and pull him closer, and immediately thrust into his mouth. I face fuck this boy for a good three minutes.

He’s used to it. I’ve been raping him since he came to our house and to my floor. He never complains. Takes it like a champ.

I pull his head up from my 8 incher and kiss his neck. I bite down, hoping it leaves a hickey. While I’m distracting him with the top stuff, I drag my fingers down to his butt.

One finger leads to three, and then I enter him truly. All this unfolded in my floor’s personal room.

I first fuck him doggy style. He’s tiny. (just for reference, Nepalis are usually tiny and effeminate). He’s got a buzz cut so I don’t have much to hold, but his pecs are lean and somehow fatty at the same time, which makes them great to hold.

After doggy, we try many positions. He just relaxes in cowgirl. Missionary was again me doing most of the work.

Finally, I picked him up, and made him bounce on my dick as I lifted him and walked out to my floor’s kitchen. He’s bouncing and panting.

Then Kalu walks in, naked. He’s totally black, from head to toe. His dick is about 10.5 inches, and it’s super black too. He’s a Muslim, so by UP standards, he’s pretty hot.

“Where the fuck were you?”

“I was fucking the maid’s daughter,” he responds cockily.

“Bhenchod she’s 13. Leave her at least. Look at your dick”.

“Yeah, bhaiya, like you’ve left this young maal alone.”

I pinch Kalu’s nipple too, playfully. I grab his dick and give it a tight yank, putting him in immense pain, and covering my hand in blood and vaginal secretions.

Meanwhile, Chhotu is still bouncing on my dick as I walk around the house.

This is just the night. This is going to continue tomorrow morning as well. Kaalu will help us.

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