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I looked briefly to my left, at the wide mirror on the bedroom wall, and saw myself plunging into her slit as I clawed at her sturdy buttocks; her abundant breasts swung forward and aft, matching the momentum of my onslaught as I picked up the pace. Looking back and down at her arse and my body pummelling her buttocks, I saw the crinkled opening of her anus. Continuing to ravage the girl, I gathered a wad of saliva in my mouth and let it drool down to her arsehole. Hooking both thumbs into the orifice, I drove them in gently by almost an inch and used the other fingers of both hands to intensify my grip on her arse. The maid groaned loudly and as her breath deepened, she uttered a series of words that I could not understand; "Sahib!" being the only exclamation that I caught. She continued to cry out, her voice surprisingly deep and sonorous, as she lifted one of her hands from the bed and shoved it between her thighs. I freed one of my own hands and replaced my thumbs with two fingers penetrating her butthole as my cock continued its incessant onslaught on her cunt. I rammed the fingers in and and out of her anus without any obtrusive violence and she seemed to want more as her incomprehensible verbiage ratcheted up a couple of decibels. I felt the familiar simmering in my gonads and the bulk of my penis seemed to swell as I pulverised the woman's vagina with ever increasing velocity. Removing my fingers from her arse hole, I dribbled some more saliva over it and once again pushed two fingers into the lubricated entrance. Meanwhile, with my shaft still stabbing incessantly into her, my two fingers plunged in and out of her rear orifice, going deep into her rectum. "Aur jor se karo, Sahib! Ohhhhhh! Sahib! Sahib! Aur ghusao andhar!" The gist of these utterances seemed to suggest that she wanted me to impale deeper and harder into her, but I was as deep and as hard as I could possibly be at that moment. Her left hand was still between her thighs and I assumed she was fingering her clitoris since the rapidity of her hand movement was brisk as she continued to moan loudly and move her butt almost uncontrollably. I looked down at her arse and was sorely tempted to shove my cock into her arsehole but let that thought drift away as the vision in my eyes began to fade into pitch darkness. I extracted my fingers from her anus and grabbed the swell of her haunches, my fingers bent inward to the top of her thighs. Clawing her flanks, I pulled her hard against me with every stroke of my phallus; her buttocks slapped against my lower abdomen in hard-hitting blows as my testicles swung against her underbelly. And then quite suddenly I heard the maid scream loudly as her hips began to spasm in an insuppressible manner; I felt her vaginal muscles clamp and release in paroxysms of suction on my penis. Unlike my agreements with Sunita, my permanent domestic help and Nguyet, my chief of staff back in Hanoi, I had every intention of withdrawing from Suni's vagina and ejaculating over her body; practice coitus interruptus so to speak. But the precipitous thrashing of my temporary maid and the explosive signals from her body were too much for me to bear. With a vice like grip on her flanks, I found my body slamming into her as my cock exploded deep within her vagina. In a simultaneous climax, hot jets of semen spewed out of my cock as her severe muscular contractions around my highly sensitised glans led to an explosion of nerve tingling sensations. My brain was in a state of complete frenzy, dizzy in the darkness that completely enveloped me as my thrusting hips took on a life of their own. Powerless to stop or even withdraw myself from inside her, hot streams of cum shot into and against the walls of her cunt, probably filling up the spaces between the mass of my phallus and her cervix. Although my body was in an euphoric state, as I assume was Suni's, the sudden release of endorphins into my blood stream put me in a state of sheer bliss as the last of our contractions dissipated together. There was deep emotional content to what I was feeling at the moment, not least because I had released all my unprotected discharge into her. There may have been a moment of fear about cumming inside her but the thought was ignored for the moment. We both collapsed on to the bed; the maid flat on her chest and stomach with her legs stretched out between mine, and I on top of her back. With her thighs together, the grip on my penis was still strong since the solidity of my shaft had not yet quite deflated. We lay like that for a long while, our breathing heavy as our heartbeats slowly returned to normal. My legs were on either side of hers as my hands held on to her upper arms; her head rested on its side in the middle of her pillow while I kissed her delicately around her ear and cheek. When I finally slipped my detumescent manhood out of her cunt and rolled over to the side, Suni turned around and faced me. We hugged each other as she buried her face against my chest, folding one arm over my hip and placing her palm on my buttocks. I did the same, groping her arse playfully and pulling her hard against my nakedness. She giggled lightly, bent her head backwards to kiss me on the chin and then placed her cheek against my chest. I felt her breasts against my torso, the heavy breathing returning to normal gradually. I kissed the top of her head and clutched her buttocks again, before releasing the grip and just rubbing lightly over the smooth taut skin. We took almost a quarter of an hour to stabilise our breathing and the pumping in our hearts, at the end of which she got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. She came back to bed in a while, pushed away the duvet that I had unfolded, and snuggled up against me. I shut my eyes and felt the quiet of the night surround me like an additional blanket. I felt her warm breath against my chest, her bosom heaving regularly against my abs. But I returned to a heightened state of consciousness when she tickled one of my nipples with the tip of her tongue. We lay like that, sideways, our bodies sharing the warmth as the perspiration dried on our skin. I kept stoking her buttocks till I felt her hand crawl from the back, over my hips, and down to my groin. Still not flaccid, my penis reacted almost instantly to her touch as her fingers stroked from my testicles up to the tip. She pulled back my foreskin and exposed the glans, rubbing a finger over the rounded head of my cock and spreading a droplet of semen over the thin tissue. There was still a lamp on in the servant's bedroom and I was glad she had not used the covers over us because the sight of her beautiful breasts and the rest of her body was enough to get me a hard-on. But with her fingers dancing all over my genitalia and my palm on her buttocks, my erection was instantaneous. As she kept her grip on my cock, I rolled her on her back and positioned myself above her; she spread her legs wide apart and placed my penis at the entrance to her cunt. With no foreplay this time, I drove my staff into her; although I assumed she had cleaned herself of my semen when she went to the bathroom, her vagina was still well lubed. Her hole swallowed in my raging cock with ease but there was no slackness in its grip over my phallus; I immediately felt her control the vaginal muscles as they clamped around me. With my hands and mouth over much of her bosom, I stabbed at her opening with wild abandon. She spread her thighs to the extent possible and then bent her knees and clamped my torso with her feet on my back. As I continued to hammer into her, Suni's grip around my back was like a winch that tightened with every stroke. "Ahh! Ahh! Mmm! Sahib! Sahib! Oohhh...", Suni was getting delirious with passion and lust. It took her almost no time to revive the lustful carnality that had overtaken us this evening and had only subsided 20 minutes ago. I raised my chest off her bosom and looked down into her eyes; she stared into mine, pure animalistic desire reflected in the deep pools of her optics, her lips parted in sensual eagerness for more. I heaved harder into her; with her thighs raised so that she could grip my body as her ankles crossed behind my back, her cunt was raised and my penetration that much deeper. I heard myself groan as her name escaped my lips; "Suni! beautiful Suni...Ohhhh!"; it was an involuntary outpouring that reflected some of the emotions running through my mind as I slammed into her. I placed my palms under her buttocks and pulled her upwards towards me, pushing myself harder into her crotch. I felt her bucking like a wild bronco and realised that I myself was about to cum. This time I was conscious of the need to withdraw from inside her, but in a reckless surrender to my libidinous cravings, I thrust deeper and harder till I reached my orgasm with cock buried deep in her. Her contractions came at the same time and I'm sure we climaxed together; her legs wound tightly behind my back and her fingers clawed at the muscles on my shoulders as the last of my ejaculation spurted into her. Coming so soon after the last secretions, I don't know how much semen I pumped into her this time but it still felt fairly voluminous. Suni unlocked her leggy grip from around me and brought her hands around to my face; cupping them in both palms as she kissed me hard on the mouth, full of intense passion and, surprisingly, an element of devotion. Or so it seemed to me. I also felt a beating in my heart that suggested there was considerable reciprocity in what I was feeling for her, but I wrapped my arms around this stunning beauty and kissed her with deep tenderness. Her thighs and legs were back on the bed and spread wide apart. Although we had both climaxed, as long as I remained inside her and she kept flexing her cunt muscles, I remained relatively hard and so kept pushing into her. The spirit was so willing to continue fucking her but the body needed rest. We were both exhausted from the afternoon and evening's exertions, desperately needing to relax and wind down. I finally withdrew my cock from her pussy and lay on my back as she once again threw her arm over my chest and rested her head in the crook below my shoulder. It wasn't very late; maybe 10:30 pm, but the silence was disturbed only by the faint hum of the air conditioning unit that kept the inside temperature at a steady 26 degrees on this otherwise cold winter Sunday night. Although tired, we weren't particularly sleepy so we talked a little, despite the obvious language barrier which, in all fairness, wasn't completely impenetrable. She had heard from Vimla, the house agent, a little about me but I spoke to her about France, about Vietnam, about my work and my travels. She told me about the village where her parents lived, and how she had come to Delhi a couple of years ago when she was only 18 years old. I learnt that she had never slept with a man before and how she had had an accident which required minor vulvar surgery that had resulted in removing her hymen. She spoke of love and how much the last two days had meant for her; I rambled on about how beautiful and exotic she was. And somewhere close to midnight, we fell asleep, naked in the maid's bed.