Dear Readers,
Thank you again for your continued support and encouragement.
Looking at my mailbox, I could never dream that I would 
have such a long list of admirers (and critics). I am much delighted to find 
quite a few overseas readers, who do not originate from the Indian soil.
I wish that the Indian background of the story
doesn't cause any problems for them for the visualization of the scenes, as
I am not too sure how successfully could I translate some of the key
Indian terms to English.

When I posted part-4, I anticipated 10 days delay before posting
part-5. Readers have accused me of being a teaser. They say I am notorious for 
leaving the story in peak stress and promise to return within
10/15 days. 

Let me thank you for your impatience,  which was responsible for 
my completion of part-5 ahead of the schedule that I anticipated.
Are you happy ? 

If you are a new reader, please visit the author's ftp site
to read the previous parts of this story.

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Nandita

--------------------------------Manly Massage : Part-5 ---------------------------------------
While Bachchu was removing my petticoat, I wanted to make the whole atmosphere so very natural that 
I told him with a husky voice, "What's the point in being shy before you ?" as if to suggest that
Bachchu was so close to me. I tried to introduce some innocence in my words and  it sounded so very 
exciting in my own ears.

Even two days before, could I ever believe that I would dare to lie down completely naked in front of
my boyservant ? What was unthinkable two days back, was a naked reality today. I was not in a state to 
think of the shame and embarrassment which was so natural for a lady, with no exception of myself. 
My mind just drove me wildly into a new state, where I rather enjoyed and was excited by my own 
nudity in front of this young stud. Let him look at his lady
mistress. Let him be proud of his wonderful massaging power that could transform her lady mistress into 
a state where she was burning with forbidden lust for him. Has any lady ever dared to lie naked in front 
of her boyservant and passionately wish for a penetration ? Is it that I was the first woman to do this 
daring act ? Possibly yes and I was feeling proud about it. It was this sense of pride and my 
evergrowing excitement that took my shame completely away. I closed my eyes and completely surrendered 
myself to this young masseur.

His hands reached my  ass cheeks.I am quite fleshy down there and even a soft pressing of his fingers 
could penetrate  quite deep into my flesh, all the way upto my bones. He was using both his hands, in a rhythmic 
way.''Ahhhhhhh......Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....Ahhhhhh.........'' were the utterings that I was unconsciously 
making out of my mouth. OH ! It made me feel so...... good !!! As he pressed my buttocks, I could feel 
more and more pressures on my bare cunt, which was clearly spoiling the bedsheet underneath. Unknowingly, 
my fingers went there to touch my clitoris. 

"Do it  nicely, everywhere" I said, without clearly explaining the word "everywhere."I wasn't sure
what message did the word carry to Bachchu.

I didn't dare to look at Bachchu's condition. I guessed that his erection would now be at its peak and
he must be close to reaching his orgasm. He might be desparately trying to close his floodgates
and prevent any embarrassment in front of me.

Bachchu's oily palm slowly went upslope upto the crest of my ass cheek and then travelled downslope. 
Just then, there was a ring in our telephone. The cordless handset was within my easy access.
``Hello, is it Mrs. Bhattacharyya ? `` was the question from a female voice.
``Yes, speaking'' I replied. Bachchu's palm was drying up as he had to oil a large lump of flesh.
``Just hold the line please. Mr.Rajarshi Bhattacharyya is on the line''.
Bachchu put some fresh oil on his palm  and continued massaging my buttocks.
After a momentary pause I could listen to Raja's voice. He just wanted to tell me that he had safely
reached his office in Delhi.In the meantime, Bachchu was kneading my oily buttocks from both the sides.
 Before going off-hook, Raja asked ``Had your lunch ?''
``Oh, not yet ! Aparna-di came to me and I am late for everything.'' I replied.
Raja was understandably in a hurry to finish the call. It was a long-distance call after all and he must
be busy with his meeting (or, the sweet-voiced female operator ???) It was not possible for him to even
wildly guess that I was getting a nude massage from my boy servant and at that very moment, Bachchu's
palm was deeply buried inside my ass crack and was trying to locate my ass-hole. He carefully oiled me there too. 
I felt a bit of pain in that soft, delicate area of my body. Along with the pain, there was so much
of an illicit pleasure in it ! His hand almost touched my pubic area, although he didn't exactly do it.

Thereafter, Bachchu started  massaging the backside of my thighs. His fingers then rolled over to the front
side of these. He was still not tired, but continued to grow in strength I felt. He went further on : my 
knees, my legs, my toes and even upto my toe nails. I just can't describe how wonderfully he did. You have
to imagine that. My entire body was shivering in pleasure - something I had never experienced before.
And where was my pain, because of which I had agreed to a massage in the first place ? I tried to sense
my backache, but believe it or not, I couldn't even feel a trace of it.

I suppose I had already crossed the point where I could tell him to stop for the day. By then, my cunt
was feeling restless to accept the strong manhood of my servant, which was harder than a steel rod and 
was about to explode. I had fully revived my sexual passion and I was desparately waiting for a hard
rock like cock to penetrate me with a force. I felt that my heart bit was going to cross all possible limits.


After finishing my toes and the nails, Bachchu paused. Both of us were speechless. There was an uneasy 
calmness, exactly the way it happens before a storm.  He hadn't yet massaged my dark hairy triangle and I 
was in no way prepared to leave that out. Perhaps he too was eagerly waiting for a signal from me. 
He rubbed his palm again on my nude body, this time moving up and sideways. His palm moved upto my thigh 
bone and his fingers rested on my groin. Was he waiting for me to tell about further massage ?  I touched
his fingers and slightly raised the left side of my body, leaning rightways. Still, I was a bit shy about
exposing my dark hairy pubic triangle before him. Instead, I dragged his and my hand together and rested
them on my bushes. That served two purposes. My hairy triangle was still hidden from his direct view
and at the same time, I was getting a manly touch close to my pleasure zone. He must have sensed my wetness 
there. He was looking so much excited. I sensed his body heat, which was melting more and more cum within me.
I turned my body sideways and gave the first frontal view of my naked body from the front. My nipples
were still very tight and erect and Bachchu was standing like a vessel containing vigorously boiling water. 
Being  so much excited, he must have forgot that his job was to massage
me and stopped moving his hand anywhere else. Also, how could he, because my left hand gripped his
palm tightly. I was dying to tell him that I needed a massage in my most sensitive part, but what to tell ?
I couldn't find a right Bengali term for that region which wouldn't sound vulgar. I tried to use a childish 
word to pretend a kind of childish innocence in the whole process.
"Hissi-r jayga ar charpashe ektu kore dibina ?"(Won't you do it in and around my pee-hole ?)  my tongue was 
drying up and my throbbing heart-bit was about to cause a heart-attack I felt. With renewed encouragement, 
Bachchu pressed his palm around my pubic triangle in a bid to massage there. His palm was getting thoroughly 
soaked with my cunt juice.

Bachchu was standing quite close to me now. I could now touch his manhood. I did. Was I touching a hot
iron rod ? I couldn't feel the direct heat, as his pyjama's  fabric was protecting his cock. I unfastened its 
string as I myself lay down on my back, parting my thighs wide apart. The sliding of his pyjama halted,
as  its top front portion was unable to slide past his massive erection. I started laughing wildly out 
of my own excitement as well as the big dirty fun that was involved with it. I gave his pyjama a small jerk and 
then it fell down,exposing his massive erection. He wasn't wearing anything on the top and so, this made 
him completely naked. I was amazed by the magnificence of his dark, strong, rustic body of his. His cock 
head was pink and  the overstretched skin on top of it was shining. I sensed he was about to lose his 
erection because of his nervousness, inexperience and unpreparedness of the situation.I touched him there,
as his cock swelled up within seconds under my fist.


His fingers went into my cave. His index finger touched my clitoris and I moaned, almost reaching my orgasm.
I could smell my own juice and the drops that oozed out of of his cock into my palm. With the rustic smell
coming out of his naked body, the smell of olive oil from my own naked body and the combined smell of our
love juices made the entire environment so seductive !!!

"You have to use this tool to massage me there", I said, tapping his cock gently with my fingers.
I was trying to suggest that I could't wait any longer for a coital pleasure. Instead of telling that directly, 
I tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's a part of the job that he had willlingly
volunteered.

"Masima......sotyi bolchhen ?(Madam, is it true ?)" Bachchu was too excited to express his
feelings beyond this. 

At this point, I wish to draw an analogy with an approaching storm, as I mentioned before. During 
the peak summer months in Bengal and in some parts of northern India , late in the afternoon, we 
find an accumulation of dark rain-bearing clouds in the sky. After a lull, when a mild soothing breeze starts 
and the trees start dancing, you know that the storm is about to start. 
 
The storm was approaching as Bachchu came on top of me. His cockhead was now resting on my triangle.
His body was shivering as he rubbed against my nudity. I grabbed his cock again and moved 
his organ close to my opening.

"Lower yourself here --ahhhh--- and press ..........."
I felt the soothing breeze and the dancing of trees as his eager cockhead pierced my wet opening. It was
thoroughly wet to guide him deeper and deeper down, upto the end of the tunnel.

"Ahhhhhh.........Hhhhhhhh.....More......deeper.........deeper....ahhhhhhh" I cried out, as my boyservant
went further and further in. Where was the pain, that prevented me from coital relations so long ?
It was incredible. I revived my passion through an extremely forbidden relationship 
but it was a naked truth. I was overjoyed. I wanted to cry out, "See Raja, look here,
I can do it....". But, it wasn't Raja. It was my twenty year old boyservant, with whom I have just started
an illicit relationship !!!

"Now you can start the massage " I said in a naughty manner. I wanted to make the boy understand that
fucking is just a part of the massage. 
I could then feel the trees and the leaves dancing. And there was a storm in no time, as he started the
rhythm.

"Ooooohhhhh.....Bachchu. Harder !!! Faster !!! Do it,....., ahhhhhhh, ..."

"Masima, ever since I started working in your house, this was always my dirty wish.ahhhh... I --I never knew ----
it would be true some day....ahhhhhh..", he said while both of us were deep deep inside our coital
pleasure.

There was a storm all around me. A storm that was threatening to blow everything up and it did. I could
hear the murmurs of the storm. Everything was deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It ended in rains,
as both of us reached our ultimate climax and my cunt got flooded with Bachchu's love juice.

I kissed this young boy before getting out of the bed. He was looking at me with gratitude, as if to say 
that he had got the best possible reward for the wonderful massage that he had offered to me. 

I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the shower on and washed myself all over.
I wanted to express my joy. I was humming some tunes that came to me instantly. 
I again felt horny to think that I have two and a half days more to go. So, when am I going to invite
my forbidden lover again ? What am I going to do at night ? Invite my servant to the bed which I share
with my husband. No,....no way......!! 

Then ? What am I going to do ? I must have him again - that's what my body tried to say with a sense
of determination. When ? Again in the afternoon ? I just can't wait !!!  I tried to impose a self-discipline
on me. Not today anymore. Since everything started with the massage, everything should be restricted
to massage as well. 

So, tomorrow ? Yes,... surely and then I would have one full day and night to ignite my passion more
and more.
What happened next ?
Let me tell in brief.

		*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*
Second day :
Yes, we did it. We had a  massage (and fucking) session after Aparna-di left (her chat was as much
boring as it was on the previous day). 

Then, it was a wait for another day and night.

		*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

Third day:
We did it again. Luckily, Aparna-di didn't spoil my morning. So, we had a much longer massage
(and fucking) session.
Raja was supposed to return by the evening flight. How am I going to face him after all that had
happened ? Am I going to tell him everything ? How do I start ? I was getting more and more tense 
as the time of his arrival approached. I was waiting alone in the balcony, as his office
car parked in front of our building.


------------------------------------End of part-5. Part-6 will be there VERY VERY soon. No more teasing !!-----------------------------




 







