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Samraat and his Servant

It was a beautiful beach house in Juhu. There were hundreds of plants, some exotic, some not, filled the air with the perfume of growing things. Samraat looked around and smiled as he took in the beauty that he'd nurtured. Professional botanists would take a great deal of pride from having created something like this, but not Samraat. From his point of view, all he'd done was provide the plants with good growing conditions and let them do the rest.

Today he was feeling somewhat restless. Not uneasy -- at forty-three years old, he had a confidence in himself that few men his age possessed. He had a successful career (although not in botany -- that was a hobby), was well off and, he'd been told, wasn't bad looking either. At least, that's what the occasional lover told him. He never stayed with anyone too long because there had always been something lacking in those relationships. Something he couldn't quite define.

"Hey, you going to stand there all day and make me do the work, or are you going to help? This show was your idea, you know."

Samraat turned and quirked an eyebrow at Sonakshi, a woman he'd hired some months ago to help out after he'd volunteered to donate flowers to a new hospital wing. While no supermodel, Sonakshi was quite attractive, even with the addition of potting soil smeared here and there. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her thin saree and short blousehands displayed her long, lean body very nicely. Sweat dotted her blouse, and he'd found himself inhaling deeply when they were working close. He hoped she hadn't noticed the several times he'd gotten an erection.

When he'd hired her Samraat had made it clear he didn't need a permanent servant. Sonakshi had said that was fine, since most of her time went into her doctoral work as a PHD student at Mumbai University. Despite those stipulations, he hadn't asked her to leave yet, nor had she offered to go. There was a... tension between them that neither would acknowledge out loud, but was expressed in other ways.

They would often stand close together, while working on this or that plant. He would slide his fingers slowly over a leaf, damp with the moisture she'd just sprayed on it. She would grasp a thick branch in her hand, running her thumb over it to brush away some dirt. It was a subtle, sensual play, but one they never acknowledged by actually touching each other. Oh they got close, close enough to feel the heat coming off their bodies as they sweated in the hot greenhouse, but that was all.

"How did you manage to get potting soil on your face?" he asked, reaching out to brush it off.

This didn't work too well, since his hands were covered in it, too.

"Hey!" she protested with a grin.

Her hands were also dirty, and she deliberately ran one down his arm, smearing it with dirt. Samraat looked at her in surprise, but she just stood there, a challenging smile on her face.

"It looks like you've got some on the other side of your face too," he said, his voice level but with a gleam in his eyes.

Still smiling, Sonakshi backed up a step to stay out of reach. Then another. However, she was so focused on Samraat that she actually fell into a large mound of potting soil. Samraat started laughing and held out a hand to help her up. She smiled and took it, then pulled him down with her.

Something broke loose and soon they were sharing a deep kiss. Her long hair mixed with the soil, as she lay back and accepted his tongue in her mouth. It wasn't long before he'd pulled her shirt up, inhaling the strong, spicy fragrance of her body. It was intoxicating. Her bra went next, and he licked her damp skin, nipping her small breasts and bringing soft moans of pleasure from her. He moved his attentions to her hard, brown nipples, flicking them quickly with his tongue.

Sonakshi managed to unsnap his pants, and they broke off to shed their clothes, putting them underneath their bodies to keep off the worst of the potting soil. Her scent filled the air, and she eagerly leaned forward to lick his chest, trailing her tongue over his belly then down to his hard cock. As she did, he rolled so that she was under him, and fed his cock into her hungry mouth.

Samraat just knelt there, enjoying the view as well as the feeling of her eager tongue and skilled (but somewhat dirty) fingers on his balls. His hands smeared dirt on her small, pert breasts and dark nipples. She was a bit thin with a narrow waist, but her hips certainly swelled enough for a man to hold onto while he was inside her. Her legs were long and beautiful, but it was the area between them that caught his attention next.

Sonakshi had a small tangle of soft brown hair on her mons, but her swollen pussy lips were smooth, and sticky with her juices. Her scent, as he bent and opened his mouth, was almost overpowering. He groaned with pleasure from the taste of her musky, salty fluids as he licked the petals of her sex. She moaned as well, and the vibration caused him to get even harder.

Sonakshi started humping her pussy into his face, smearing it with her musky sweat and lubrication. Then she stiffened, forcing his cock deep into her throat as she came. Despite trying to hold back, her skilled hands and mouth danced on his shaft and he started to cum. She pulled him out of her throat, jacking him hard as he sprayed his seed all over her face and upper chest. They both were giggling as he reluctantly pulled his mouth from her cunt and turned around.

"Mmmm," she said, her voice low and husky, "I bet you're still hard enough to use that somewhere else."

She looked so sexy with his semen glistening on her face and in her hair. Her scent combined with the living smells of the greenhouse, and touched something inside him that was pure lust. With a smile, she guided his cock into her body; she was sopping wet and the slick walls of her cunt on his cock felt like heaven. It wasn't long before he was fully hard again.

In and out he slid, her hands and voice urging him to push harder, his sweat dripping down onto her body. Finally, she grabbed his shoulders, and they ended up rolling over so he was on the bottom. His hands, which had recently been buried in the dirt, now roamed over her sweat and cum coated body, making dark smears on her breasts, belly and hips that looked somehow primal. Sonakshi rode him, none too gently, fucking herself on his cock as her long hair whipped around her head. Her hands clasped his to her tits and she squeezed with more force than he'd been using, letting out a loud yell and begging him to cum with her. He did, shooting his seed deep into her body, loving the wild look of his new lover as she rode through several orgasms.

Finally, their passion spent, she lay on his chest with his cock still buried in her. Something inside Samraat eased and he realized that whatever the other women in his life had been missing, Sonakshi had in spades. He smiled, realizing that he'd found someone he hadn't quite known he'd been looking for.
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