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Story codes: mf, nc, oral
Search keywords: n/c
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Title: The servant girl - 2
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I liked the landlord's chauffeur, a nice young, good-looking man.  Sometimes, I caught him looking at me.  I day dreamed that he would fall in love with me and ask me to marry him.  But, after Bhatt took away my innocence, I was filled with shame and regret.  I felt used, defiled, unworthy of a man's love.  I could no longer look at the chauffeur or talk to him.  When Bhatt came to me that night, I opened my mouth and sucked his cock.  He grunted and groaned with pleasure and filled my mouth with cum.  

He continued to visit me from time to time in the night after everyone had gone to sleep and I was forced to lick and suck him until he fired his salty load down my throat.  He would kick me if I didn't open my mouth.  Sometimes after he was done, he kicked me for no reason, and said "You are just a servant, bitch.  You should always please your master."  I tried to please him with my mouth, so he wouldn't ask for more.  Perhaps his snotty girlfriend satisfied him in other ways.  He told me I was a very good cocksucker.  I had to do this for more than a year, until he went away to college and was home only for the holidays.  
If I told anyone, would they have believed a poor servant girl?  I would have been kicked out of the house with no money and nowhere to go.  

Swapna's family had a tradition of having arranged marriages when girls turned 18, so they can breed many children. They found a rich boy and paid him a lot of money to marry her, as was custom. My landlady told me that I would accompany her daughter to her husband's house and help her. I was part of the dowry, given away like a material thing. 


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In my mind, there is a clear distinction between fantasy and reality. All my stories are "just stories". I do not support non-consensual and violent acts in any way nor did I write this story to compel or inspire someone else to do such things.

Author: AA