Mr. Gupta Sir was getting frustrated. I could see it in the way his eyes lingered on my tits and pussy all the time. Like he was mentally undressing me and fucking me out of my mind right there in front of Madam and baba.

It had been two weeks since I had been able to satisfy his sexual appetite… I had been in the middle of giving him a blowjob, rubbing my tongue all over his shaft just the way he liked it when Madam came home. We had scrambled out of the storeroom within seconds and rushed to our respective corners of the house before she got in. It had been a close call but Mr. Gupta Sir had been a grouch since then, walking around with a hard-on whenever he saw me. Poor man.

So when I came out of the kitchen to serve chapattis at the dining table, I purposely stood next to him. His hand shot out, quick as lightning under my sari and began groping my pussy. I stood for a few minutes serving Madam and baba while he finger fucked me. I looked at him and said, “some more chicken curry Sir,” and he kind of nodded in a trance, his finger rubbing my pussy. So I topped his bowl just as I saw his full-blown hard-on bulging to get out of his pants. I smiled and looked at Madam, “may I be excused for five minutes madam,” I asked and she nodded.

I walked away, swishing my ass, urging him to follow. I went into the storeroom, lifted my sari and kneeled over just as Mr. Gupta Sir burst into the room. He walked straight to me, flinging his phone onto a table, unzipping his pants and plunged his erect dick into my pussy without any thought. He kept up a quick rhythm, pushing harder and faster, as if trying to hump me for the fifteen days he had been forced to abstain. On and on he went as the minutes ticked by… one, two, three, four… I was counting. I had to be back at the table.

Mr. Gupta Sir loved doing it doggy style! So would baba, I thought, but he needed to be taken through the basics… I drummed my fingers on the wall as I was fucked. Mr. Gupta Sir was groaning already, though softly, and then he convulsed and came right inside my pussy. He shuddered in pleasure as I wiped his come from my ass, righted my sari and walked out of the room.

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