The Servant Ch. 02

An adult stories – The Servant Ch. 02 by asiansexfight,asiansexfight Can be read as a stand alone, but makes more sense if Chp. 01 is read first.

Anum stood naked before the latest model iPhone: the 15. The camera lens roamed over the nude 25-year-old Pakistani woman’s body. It lingered on her firm 34C tits as the resident of the luxury suburb of Model Town, Lahore fingered her prominent nipples, then moved down her taut, gym-achieved 27-inch belly to her 34-inch hips and next spent some time on her slit as she opened her shaved quim to the probing 48MP main camera lens, before it swung away from her nude body to an OnlyFans neon LED sign.

Returning to Anum the camera recorded the moan of her orgasm and then her take a finger from her cunt, next holding it close to the camera so its cum wetness and the cum strands dangling from it could be seen. The camera zoomed out to a face and tit shot: a very attractive face with pouting lips framed by thick-bodied, black, soft-permed hair with streaks of yellow dyed into it.

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She knelt and the camera view shifted to a POV of a huge, veined cock forcing its way into her mouth and commencing a brutal skull fuck. Her servant, the 35-year-old Daniyal, who had come to Lahore to work as a servant for Anum’s husband, fastened the phone onto a tripod. Using his now free hands, he held her head and explored the depths of his ex-employer’s wife’s throat. His skull fucking of the gagging Pakistani didn’t last long before he exploded into her throat as he had been fucking her up to the time that they had started recording the video.

When she had licked his cum from his cock and the video was completed, she wailed, “When is your bitch wife arriving? I want to sexfight her and make her my slave so badly. Prove to you I am better and let my fans watch it. Now that my husband is dead and I own the house it should be easy to do with no interruptions or worries.”

Daniyal smiled to himself. Having made the stuck-up bitch his cock slave via blackmail and his thick, big cock (see Chp. 1), he had strengthened his hold over her using her ex-husband’s will. Her 55-year-old, wealthy husband, Javid Aftab, had died a month earlier and Daniyal had informed Anum of both the presence and location of the second will which revoked his nuptial will that gave everything to his new bride. Quick action by her and a box of Khyber Match Factory matches meant she now owned everything including the luxury residence in the upmarket suburb of Model Town, Lahore.

But his smile was caused by more than this. His cock hardened again as he replayed in his mind the words he had said after his second fuck with Anum. He had heard steps on the ladder to his rooftop room and feared she had hired thugs to bash him for his forced, blackmail-supported sex with her (Chp. 1). But it was Anum who had climbed the stairs to his rooftop room and crawled into bed wanting more and after they had finished, he had said to her, “Nearly as good a fuck as my wife Sidra, I think.”

She had gone as rigid as a telephone pole. “What the hell. Do you think your wife is better? What about what we have just done today, and that is just my first fuck for years?”

Daniyal appeared to consider her words as his cock swelled in her fingers that night. “Thinking about it more deeply, the two of you are probably about equal. I’d like to see a contest between you and her.”

“I want that,” Anum responded frantically guiding his tool into herself. “We can hire her as another servant here and then me and this bitch can..” Her voice tailed off as Daniyal started hammering his cock into her, groaning and shouting, “Yes, yes, yes. The two of you sexfight and catfight with the winner fucking the loser.” As he had fucked her and himself to another orgasm, he explained to a willing Anum what sexfights and catfights he wanted.

But back in the present, his re-energised cock needed satisfaction. He forced her onto her back on the bed and knelt and applied his mouth to her waiting pussy. Within a few minutes Anum was writhing and screaming to the iPhone Daniyal had repositioned it to catch the new action as a series of wracking orgasms swept through her. He pulled his head away and watched as the wealthy, naked, shuddering Pakistani woman’s hole continued to open and close rhythmically in front of him.

Determined to both take her to her limits and maintain his control over the former bitch of a boss he spread a dose of cum lube over his right hand and rubbed some into Anum’s pussy. The servant formed four fingers into a spear shape and forced them between her still aroused cunt lips, while the fingers on his other hand found her prominent clit and played with it. He wanted to keep her on the edge of cumming wanting more and her squirming body and moans showed it was succeeding. Relishing the power he had over her, Daniyal pushed his fingers deeper into her with a screwing motion, enjoying the grasping and clenching of her cunt muscles. He poured more lube over the spot where his fingers disappeared into her slit.

He was in as far as his knuckles, but she was very tight despite all the cock she had been taking since his first fuck of her. He worked her clit harder and she convulsed in another orgasm, her muscles clamping down around his hand. When it ebbed, her sex tunnel felt more relaxed and looser so he tucked his thumb into his palm and continued to corkscrew his hand into her. His clit play succeeded, and Anum climaxed once more, gasping and crying. The servant pushed harder while she was still spasming, but his knuckles wouldn’t break through the tight muscle ring.

However, Daniyal was determined to succeed. He continued arousing her clit and another orgasm built within her. He stopped his clit work and held her thigh with his now freed hand to steady her and put his shoulder behind it, working his spear-shaped hand hard to overcome the resistance of her vagina. Suddenly, in the middle of her orgasm, Anum gave a loud shout as his hand broke through the resistance and slid deep and fully into her. Her muscles clamped down fiercely around his wrist.

He was in like Flynn as the saying goes. Right inside the slut’s pussy. Allah, she was hot. Her cunt quivered and grasped around his hand. The servant gave her no time to adjust to the forced stretching of her quim. He searched with his hand fully inside her: up and down, back and forth, examining every inch of her vagina, even feeling the firm dome of her cervix.

Anum reached down. “I need to feel it,” she moaned, as her fingers explored his wrist and her own labia thinly stretched around it, unable to believe what was actually happening to her.

“You’re a good slut,” Daniyal said, “I think maybe better than my wife.” She writhed in pleasure at the words. “Now, I’m going to cum over you as I fist you.”

His free hand grasped his tool. The thick expanse of his prick was in the palm of his right hand, and its huge, bulbous head seemed to point like a finger of doom at her. He began to seriously fist fuck her jerking body with his right hand as his left gave his tool a hand job. He hammered his hand in and out as though he was digging for water in the desert. His knuckles rasped along her inner cunt walls, but Anul took it willingly. Her servant embedded his fist in the tightest part of her tunnel and rotated it back and forth, and she screamed and came violently.

Precum formed at his cock’s eye and then his load spurted out of it like lava from a volcano. The first of his jizz painted her face. His second her tits while his third and fourth reached her shaven pussy. All the time she screamed out what things she would do to Sidra, his wife, in their sexfight and how she would enslave her. Daniyal smiled. Anum and her wealth were his. As she lay back exhausted, he told her what he needed her to do when his wife arrived.

Two days later he greeted his 30-year-old wife, Sidra, at the Lahore Junction Railway station after her journey from the village Kandu Khara, south of Lahore. She was dark-skinned and overweight with a soft 40DD 38 42 body. She was in no way as good-looking as Anum: her body was flabby and though her tits were 40DD compared to Anum’s 34C they hung and swayed whilst Anum’s stood firm and proud. Before marriage, she was considered the village bike to be ridden by anyone, but she was his wife and had fucked him, if somewhat reluctantly, quickly and not often. Dark thoughts sprang into his mind as he waited. Yes, fucked him when he was around, and he had been gone 3 months.

Now she was here to be a servant to Anum and, unknowingly to her, sexfight Anum and then become, with Daniyal’s help, Anum’s sex slave. She wore an old, plain, loose, black, wide-legged shalwar kameez with a matching dupatta headscarf: a complete contrast to the western-clothed, exhibitionist, ex-waitress Anum.

In their small, cheaply built room on the flat roof of what was now Anum’s three-story mansion, she reluctantly stripped off her shalwar kameez and her plain, conservative, well-worn bra and panties, complaining that she had just arrived, was tired, not in the mood and that Daniyal could wait till that night or tomorrow. Because she was going to wash herself from the bucket and he could fuck himself.

Daniyal grabbed Sidra by the hair, his brain absently taking in her appearance and comparing it unfavourably to Anum’s before he roughly pulled her head towards his mashing their lips together with bruising force. A reluctant kiss later he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Seeing his anger Sidra obliged the direct request and knelt between his legs. He lifted each of his legs in turn, taking off and dropping his plain cotton shalwar pants which covered his huge cock bulge to the ground in one quick action, allowing his large engorged and extremely hard cock to spring free and smack into Sidra’s forehead.

He directed her mouth onto his cock, held the back f her head and pulled her face further and further along his thick expanse of fuck meat, forcing the large cock head to his wife’s throat, wondering how many men had done the same in the last 3 months when they were apart.

His hands gripped Sidra’s hair as he looked down and stared straight into her wide-open eyes, “I need release, so get ready because I’m going to pound your mouth and pussy until you can’t take anymore.” As if to prove his point he let out a grunt, grasped her shoulders and thrust deep into Sidra’s mouth. Sidra let out a muffled gurgle as the thick, veined 9 inches of hard flesh pressed deeper, but she was still confident she could make him cum quickly and then be free to watch the popular soap opera, Mere Paas Tum Ho, on the TV she had noticed in the room.

Determined to get it over quickly as she had done in the past, Sidra grasped Daniyal’s rigid, quivering cock with both hands. Her left encircled the base and her right hand’s fingers fluttered along its shaft as it slid in and out her mouth. Daniyal gasped as his wife’s left hand suddenly started rapidly pumping up and down his rod, the fingers of her right making sure the cockhead stayed inside her mouth to be assaulted by her tongue. She removed her right hand to cradle his ball sack and judge how big a load he had, and how near her husband was to cumming. She estimated it would be very soon and a big load.

But unlike her previous fucks with him when she had controlled the action Daniyal didn’t cum. He had been fucking Anum regularly and now had the technique to match his cock’s size. He was barely able to hold back his smirk as he forced all nine inches of his cock against her throat entrance, causing Sidra’s eyes to screw tight as she gagged on his thrusting shaft. He pulled her head back up his cock and then forced it down again. This time he kept her head motionless, fucking her mouth until his entire length breached her throat. He shifted so he was standing closer, forcing her neck and head back.

She was stunned by the fact she hadn’t made him cum quickly and so surprised she offered no resistance to his skull fuck. Daniyal forced it deeper with each thrust until he was steadily fucking her throat in earnest. Sidra’s spittle oozed down his cock and onto his balls as her 40DDs bounced off his thighs and her entire body rocked back and forth as he pulled her face back and forth along his rock-hard prick. Drool was forced past her lips but the gap was not large enough so it ran from her nostrils.

It took some time before Daniyal got close to cumming. When he knew he was about to explode he held her head in place and thrust his hips forward, buried his tool fully in her throat and kept it there. Muffled gagging noises emerged from her mouth as he used her throat as a holster for his cock. Looking down at her he saw teary eyes staring right back up at him, more arousal visible in them and significantly less confusion than before. Groaning deeply, Daniyal gripped her scalp tightly and pressed his hips forward, cramming every possible piece of his cock meat into her airway. His groan started as he hosed his seed down her throat: spurt after spurt painting her abused windpipe.

Sidra’s throat was filled to the leaking point with cum. She instinctively tried to swallow everything, despite her difficulty in breathing. Only a few drops leaked from her lips, not even being enough to make a trail to her chin. Then, to her shock, the rest of Daniyal’s load arrived, three large spurts of thick, warm cum. Eventually, Sidra couldn’t deny her need for air and wrenched her head free and back. She had drool and cum pouring from her lips and nostrils onto her heaving tits, but she was looking at Daniyal with a surprised, somewhat proud look in her eyes as she collapsed semi-conscious and gasping to the floor.

Thirty minutes later she had a very horny Daniyal laying on top of her before she screamed as he thrust into her pussy in a single brutal slam. Her world soon dissolved into an orgasm-induced haze, barely noticing when he pulled out, flipped her onto her belly and straddled her thighs before thrusting into her wet pussy again. He enjoyed the new position as it gave him a great view of her 42-inch, dark-skinned booty with her arse cheeks wobbling and rippling as his cock hammered into her doggystyle.

She was brought back to reality again and moaned loudly when Daniyal’s large swinging balls brushed against her cunt as he started grinding in earnest, putting his entire body weight behind every thrust, burying his cock between her butt cheeks. Raising herself onto her hand and knees, unknowingly accentuating her doggystyle position, Sidra’s big shaking arse pressed into Daniyal’s pelvis as he sawed his erection back and forth.

A few seconds later he pulled his cock from between her wobbling arse globes. She screamed as she felt his hand slap her right arse cheek rocking her forward, only to be shocked as, grabbing her long hair, he pulled her back and speared all his cock into her wet sex chute again.

“Eeeeee! sooooooo biiiiiiiig,” she moaned.

“Fuck, you’re wet and sloppy with your cum,” Daniyal groaned, somewhat surprised that she had accepted the rough stuff, which he had never dared use on her before.

He brutally slammed their hips together, one hand gripping her hip and the other still gripping her hair in a death grip. He saw no reason to hold back and he hammered his wife as fast as he could, pounding her pussy as hard and as often as he could. Sidra herself was in mostly shock from the fucking she was receiving. She had never seen Daniyal like this and, including her other men, this was the hardest she’d ever been fucked. He was ruthlessly, relentlessly, tearing her pussy apart with his thick tool.

“Do you like that, bitch?” Daniyal demanded from behind her. The hand that was on her hip pulled back before it surged forward, slapping her arse cheeks again, causing her to mewl even louder. “I’m going to fuck you for as long as possible. Maybe when we’re done, I’ll let you suck the spunk from my knob-end you dirty slut.”

Sidra collapsed, her arse still up in the air as she buried her face in her hands, trying to resist the pleasure it was creating in her. But she was fighting a losing battle. Her instinct took over and she slammed her raised her arse higher and slammed her hips back meeting his forward thrusts, trying to throw him off balance. Sidra finally gave in, totally accepting the arousing pleasure. “Yes husband, break my pussy. Fuck my cunt raw and fill my womb with cum,” she howled.

With a roar as he felt his sexual release, Daniyal hammered his cock into her, burying it to the hilt in her waiting slit and unleashed a torrent of cum into her cunt, some of it forcing its way into her cervix, triggering Sidras own orgasm and causing her to groan loudly as she released her cum juice all over his cock.

“Allah yes,” Daniyal yelled, his orgasm powerful enough to force him to slow down, but he continued fucking his rapidly softening cock into her spasming pussy. “After tasting this pleasure, I don’t think I’ll be able to fuck you without being fully satisfied like this,” he whispered into her ear as he reached around her and fingered her clit. It paid off as Sidra’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started screaming at the top of her lungs. He would have mistaken them for shrieks of pain, but her pussy was gushing like nothing he’d ever seen before. He felt her pussy tighten up on his limp cock trying in a vain attempt to deny it the freedom to escape. She collapsed, his cock slipping out of her spasming cunt as she fell forward onto the mattress.

That night Daniyal was awoken to find his erect cock being massaged by Sidra. As she slowly slid her hands up and down its length her eyes were worshipping it taking in the thick veins that stood proud on the stretched, taut skin, watching her fingernails gently trace the huge bulging head, sizing up how much seed was in the mandarin sized balls. She lowered her head and went to town on his meat.

One hand stroked him while her mouth carefully worked him, applying suction to his hardening cock. Her tongue was doing magic tricks and simply drove Daniyal crazy. It was a new Sidra. Her other hand had his balls in a soft, tight grip while one of her fingers applied pressure directly between his balls and arsehole. It didn’t take long before she had his entire cock deep in her mouth. She released her vacuum cleaner suction on his meat and pulled her mouth free.

“Take my arse, husband. Take me completely.”

She had placed the Pakistani-branded Care petroleum jelly on the little table by the bed. He bent her over and applied a generous amount of the jelly to his pole and to her bunghole. But before he entered her, Daniyal probed a finger in the waiting orifice, and then two fingers, then three fingers followed. He placed his dick at her back door and eased the head in. It went in easily. She didn’t tighten up: she wanted it. Aided by the KY, each pump of her husband’s hips drove his cock a bit deeper into her arse. He bottomed out but, Sidra wanted more. She needed him to fuck her arse deep and hard.

The feeling for Daniyal was intense. Her anal chute was so tight all the way that his prick was receiving maximum stimulation. She was imploring him to fuck her hard and Daniyal was trying to fulfil her wants. His arm circled her body and his fingers worked her clit as he worked up speed and pounded her arse. Sidra was moaning constantly. She was telling Daniyal she was his slave, she would always be his slave, that he owned her. Talk he had never heard from his wife before. Then without warning, she froze, then went into orgasmic spasms. His cock was almost crushed; the pressure causing him to cum and he unloaded deep inside Sidra, who felt warm cum inside her and blew a few more circuit breakers in response. She collapsed under him.

If that was good, then her mood after her first day working under Anum’s direct supervision made Daniyal even happier. She returned to their room in a foul mood, muttering “Bitch. Cunt. Treats me like shit. I hate her.”

Daniyal smiled to himself. Anum was playing her part to perfection. He sympathetically asked Sidra for details and agreed with her complaints. Details that he passed to his employer, and which allowed her to fine-tune her treatment of Sidra. What was really pleasing him also was that Sidra might not be a walkover in her and Anum’s still to be arranged sex fight. She may last longer before losing than he had first thought.

But he had to be sure she would want to sexfight Anum. Three days later the opportunity presented. Sidra stormed into their room perched on the flat roof. “The fucking bitch. Who does she think she is? I’ll teach her to treat me like shit. I’ve had enough. We must leave here and go back to Kandu Khara.”

Daniyal tuned out as her tirade continued and managed to suppress his smile. He had thought it would take a month but to her credit, Anum had managed to completely piss off Sidra in just 9 days. She must really have taken his suggestions on board. He put on a concerned face and channelled his inner Ali Rehman, his favourite actor, who portrayed the manipulative narcissist Ammar, to perfection.

“Of course, we should go back. No one should treat you that way. If you had asked yesterday, we would be on the train that night. But something important happened this morning that gave me hope for our future. No, forget that. You can’t be treated like that. We must go home.”

Hook, line and sinker. Sidra demanded to know what had happened. Daniyal spun the story of how that morning he had found a copy of his deceased employer’s will that was trapped between his heavy desk and the wall in what was previously his study.

“So what,” hissed the still furious Sidra as she flung herself belly down onto the bed. It wasn’t until Daniyal explained the will that he had found replaced the original marital will that left all to Anum and that the new will left Anum with nothing, that she calmed somewhat. “Good, we just show that and she is out on her ugly arse, and then we go.” she gloated.

“I thought of that, but it doesn’t help us.” He pondered deeply: his face contorted in thought. Not even Ali Rehman could do better. “It would give us nothing except revenge.”

She started to speak, but he held his hand up to silence her. “Let me think. Maybe we can do something if you are involved.”

As he spoke ‘absent-mindedly’ one of his fingers traced the inside of her thighs. As she did since she arrived, Sidra’s body responded to any stimuli and she squirmed, separating her legs for him. Pretending to be still in deep thought his hand shifted to her full rounded arse, slowly rubbing the soft skin of her cheeks in a slow circle. He watched as she shivered, and saw a wave of goosebumps spread across her flesh, before subsiding.

With two fingers he began to trace the valley between her arse cheeks, one on each side. His fingers went from the bottom of her spine until he felt the hanging hair of her pussy poking back, then circling one cheek or the other to return to where he had started. As his hand followed her curve he would slow and reverse and knead her resting muscle. He heard her long, deep sigh.

At the end of one sliding traverse of her arse, his hand stopped and began to work on one area, rubbing the small space between her arse and her pussy. Tight little circles that pressed firmly into her, alternated with back-and-forth squeezes that pulled alternately at her arse and cunt. He felt her body twitch and her hips press down against the mattress.

His fingers traced and opened her labia. Inside she was already wet, and a finger slid easily into her, then out, then forward to her clit, then back, and finally in again to restart the process. He shifted himself to get better leverage. As his finger explored her sex, he watched the muscles of her back tense and relax, following the rhythm of his penetration of her slit and arousal of her clit.

Fingers covered with her juices, he turned endless circles around the jutting, throbbing nub of her clit. Her groaning and twitching intensified. Daniyal watched her hands close in tight fists, clenching the sheets. Her breathing became a series of staccato gasps. She came, the animal sounds muffled by the pillow. It was time.

He drove three fingers deep into her slit. “I have it. It may work if you do your part.” Groaning, she raised her hips to give him deeper access. He slowly finger fucked her as he said as if formulating the plan in his thoughts. “Yes, we can use this replacement will to force the bitch to sexfight you. Then when you beat her, we enslave her, break her and get her to make us signatories to the bank accounts and reverse the positions. We are the bosses. She is the servant.”

He had to explain to Sidra what a sexfight was and let her excitedly convince him she wanted it and could do it. Like leading a lamb to the slaughter, he thought as she readily fell in with his plans. As he spoke, she unconsciously pushed her arse back at him and he did his part working his fingers in and out of her open cunt. She reached back with one hand to grasp his swollen cock and screamed another orgasm as she dragged his tool into her presented cunt. Mixed in with Sidra’s wailing, as he reamed her honey pot Daniyal heard her promise to fuck the bitch senseless. It increased in volume as he said the thought of witnessing her beat Anum in a sexfight turned him on so much that he would then want to watch her beat Anum’s rich-bitch, friends.

Sidra’s wailing increased even more when he stopped his fucking and pulled out. This time it was not arousal but concern as she turned her distraught face back to him, screaming, “What’s wrong, husband? Fuck me.”

Again, he channelled his inner Ali Rehman. He looked thoughtful and worried. “It won’t work. She and her rich-bitch friends all dress like Western sluts. We can’t turn up dressed like we do back home in Khara. You can’t be wearing your baggy shalwar kameez when they have their Western slut wear. They show their legs to their cunts, shave their pussies, have heels as high as my cock’s length, put their tits on display like meat on a butcher’s rack.” Daniyal shook his head regretfully. “You have never wanted that. You won’t do that. It’s impossible. We can’t do what I planned and hoped for.”

Sidra sobbed as she urgently tried to convince Daniyal. “I want it. I always wanted to dress like a whore. I’m proud of my tits; much bigger than hers are. Look at my legs. They are great. I want dresses very short. They must be no longer than the length of your cock. And my heels must be higher than that shit downstairs wears. Please say yes and shave my cunt so I can show the bitches my slit.”

Daniyal appeared to consider what she had said. It was his best Ali Rehman look yet he thought. He moved from the bed and returned with scissors and his shaving razor. Ten minutes later her slit was nude, smooth and oiled. Daniyal had never paid much attention to it before, but he was impressed. It was big, prominent, thick-lipped with long dangling inners and was permanently open showing her clit. Also, she was quite right about her legs, though her arse and belly were flabby.

Daniyal rearranged her on her knees on the bed and entered her newly shaved cunt from behind. His arms encircled Sidra and he played with her hanging tits and clit at the same time, fucking her and bringing her to orgasm in a matter of minutes to another major orgasm. She cried out, “Oh Allah, help me fuck the bitch.”

He pulled his meat out of her cunt, his rod dripping with her cum juices. His fingers scooped up more from her oozing slit and smeared her butthole. He placed his tool on her rosebud and without any ceremony ruthlessly took his willing wife anally. From behind he fingered her cunt as he continued to relentlessly fuck her arse. Sidra’s fleshy 40DD tits hung and swung as her body gyrated on her husband’s cunt stabber. Her pussy continually dripped her sex juices, and as her body tensed, she came noisily again.

His cock hardened. He had to tell Anum his wife was ready and remind her to pretend to look angry when ‘forced’ into the sexfight and to ‘reluctantly’ allow the stakes to be high. What was even better was that he felt Sidra may actually put up a fight before being defeated then enslaved by Anum.