Indian gay sex story — Massage by servant

Indian gay sex story — Massage by servant

 

Stepping through the front door, I felt relieved to finally be home. The door slammed behind me and I threw my bag down not caring where it landed. I’d had the longest most tiring day at work and all I wanted was a bath then my bed. I could feel sharp pains in my neck muscles, a dull throbbing pain on my forehead.

“Rohit?” I heard a husky voice call from upstairs. It made me feel a bit better that Sudhir(our servant) was home, and could act as my therapy after such a hard day. The only thing keeping me going at work was knowing I’d come home to him tonight.

“Yeah” I replied lazily, too exhausted to call back. I shrugged my jacket from my shoulders and slung it over the banister before heading upstairs to him. He stood on the landing, giving me a surprise as he was clad in only a blue towel wrapped around his hips. His hair was dark and dripping wet, his bare skin slightly damp and gleaming under the dim lighting.

He must have sensed the tired look on my face as I checked out his naked form, my eyes lingering on the V of his lower abdomen disappearing beneath the loose towel.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping closer to me. I looked up and couldn’t help inwardly sigh at how sexy he looked after just stepping out the shower, even though he was oblivious.

“Yeah, just had a hard day” I said, rubbing the back of my neck where the aching sensation was. A tiny frown tug at Sudhir’s brow and he rested his hands on my hips. I could smell the shower gel scent wafting from his skin, the muscles of his arms and chest looking more defined than ever.

“Mmm, let’s go into the bedroom make you feel better then” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, lacing his fingers between mine, the edges of his mouth curling up into a grin. I guessed what he had planned and couldn’t help mirror his grin as I glanced down at the towel slowly slipping from his hips.

He pushed the bedroom door open for me and flickered the lampshade on, creating a warm ambience through the room. It wasn’t too bright, and the curtains were closed, a small amount of darkness visible through a gap.

“Lay down” he said softly I smirked and obliged as he fumbled through the bedside drawer, finding an old lighter and lighting a vanilla candle sitting on the surface. “Take off your clothes too” I could see the glint in Sudhir’s eyes as he pulled out a small bottle. The room glowed warmly from the dim lampshade and flame of the sweet scented candle.

“On your front” he instructed, and I rolled onto my stomach. I heard the sound of Sudhir’s towel drop to the floor and the mattress dip where he climbed onto the bed. I felt myself getting turned on already even though he hadn’t started; I knew what he had in mind.

I lay in my underwear, feeling a thin blanket cover my lower half. I heard the cap open as Sudhir poured warming oil into his hands, rubbing them together. He stroked the nape of my neck, kept the pressure of his fingertips light as a feather at first, making me shudder beneath him.

He began to gently massage the back of my neck with his strong thumbs, touching all the sore muscles. I winced harshly at the pain as he firmly kneaded the knots, before feeling them soften slowly and let my eyes flutter shut. I sighed contently, concentrating on the gentle squeeze of his palms and fingers gently kneading the flesh of my back.

His palms smoothed down the length of my spine, rubbing each muscle soothingly, the oil soaking into my skin. I couldn’t help let out a moan of pleasure, hearing Sudhir chuckle slightly.

“How does that feel?” he asked his voice deep and sensual. I felt a tingle between my legs at the sound and feel of him around me, the need for him increasing as he continued to massage me so expertly.

“Mm feels good” I replied as he began caressing the backs of my arms and shoulders, never taking his hands off my hot skin. He applied a couple more drops of massage oil to his hands and glided them down the sides of my ribcage, his fingers spread a little more reaching every tense inch of me.

As he reached the lower end of my back, he slowly pulled back the blanket resting on my hips. I felt the air over my sensitive skin as I lay clad in only my underwear. His hands slid slowly over my bum, stroking the muscles deeply, massaging and continuing his movements on me. I was desperate now just to touch, pleasure, and feel him back just wanting to reach out for him.

I could feel his mutual excitement as he hardened increasingly behind me, feeling his length touching the back of my thigh.

His hands slid slowly downwards, his thumbs pressing gently into and lubricating my inner thighs. I moaned softly, encouraging him to touch me where I needed him too so much. He hooked his fingers in the material of my underwear, slowly pulling it down my legs and discarding it.

“Sudhir, please” I whispered, letting him know how much I wanted him. He teased me as he started at my feet this time, rubbing his thumbs into the sore soles and arch. It felt good but I wanted his hands elsewhere now, a throbbing between my legs and feeling myself getting hotter.

“Turn over for me sweetheart” he spoke, his voice turning me on even more. I did as he said, laying completely naked on the blanket and seeing him kneeling naked before me, his length standing tall and erect between his legs.

I groaned and saw the tantalising smirk grace his pink lips as he lowered himself a little, concentrating his skills on my inner thighs. I squirmed as he massaged them, moving closer and closer teasingly to where I craved his touch.

His thumbs pressed deeply into my inner legs, his fingers so to my cock. He glanced up at me, meeting my eyes and I saw the cheeky twinkle in them as he hovered closer before skipping past and moving his hands up to stomach instead. I groaned in frustration, feeling the warmth radiating from his naked skin as his face lingered close to my abdomen.

His oiled palms smoothed up towards my chest, the stimulating sensation of his muscular chest skimming my pelvis. He rubbed his thumbs over my erect nipples, causing my back to arch as arousal raced through my veins.

His plump lips kissed my stomach, moving upwards where he reached my chest. He enclosed his lips over my nipple, running the wet hot tip of his tongue over it. The rough of his tastebuds gliding over my skin. I tangled my fingers in his curls, feeling the tip of his hard cock brushing against my groin.

“Sudhir” I moaned, desperate to feel him inside me. I was hot, hard and yearning for him.

His breath lightly warmed up my skin; he wet his lips slightly before planting further damp kisses down the centre of my smooth stomach. He lifted one of my legs and placed it on his strong shoulder, kissing down my inner thigh once more. He reached the end and I felt his fingertips gently run over my cock. I couldn’t wait any longer; I needed him to pleasure me in only ways he knew how.

He slipped two fingers inside me, his lips enveloping around my cock at the same time and sucking gently. I gasped at the two sources of pleasure he was providing, my chest rising and falling faster.

He continued massaging me with the curve of his fingers hitting my g-spot, stimulating it skilfully with his long fingers. I writhed above him, hands grasping the bed sheets as I felt myself getting closer slowly, the feeling and sensations he was giving me almost too much to bear.

He removed his fingers from me and slid them back up my waist. His perfect face was hovering over mine a second later, pupils dark with desire and lips plump, parted and damp. I could feel his breath on me before he pressed his lips against mine, sensually sliding his tongue into mine.

I couldn’t take it any longer as his fully erect length slid across my lower abdomen. I reached my hand down between our bodies and caressing it, already lubricated from where he’d obviously touched himself with oiled hands. He sucked his breath in as I moved my hand back and forth along his shaft, feeling him grow even harder

“I need you” I spoke, almost a whisper. He looked deep into my eyes as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock at my entrance. I held my breath still for a moment as he slowly pushed himself in, disappearing inch by inch inside of me.

“Oh my god” I breathed, taking a second to adjust to his size before he began moving. He slid back and forth slowly, one of my hands finding the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss me.

His lips trembled against mine slightly as I began meeting his thrusts, knowing neither of us would last long.

He licked his lips and began kissing my neck, heightening the pleasure entirely. I moaned louder, Sudhir beginning to thrust faster at the sounds escaping my mouth. I felt his shoulder blades and back muscles moving beneath my hands as he thrusted into me, my fingernails digging into his skin.

“Arghh” he hissed in both pain and pleasure. I lifted my legs slightly, digging my heel into his arse cheek and encouraging him.

“Harder” I ordered, sucking harshly at the spot above his collarbone and feeling him twitch inside me, knowing sucks and love bites were amongst his turn ons.

“Ugh fuck I’m so close” he whimpered, obligingly using his full weight now, his hipbones knocking against mine and the wooden headboard hitting against the bedroom wall. He was fucking me harder than ever before and I couldn’t get enough of him, every inch of his body.

“Sudhir” I cried, breathing faster as he buried his face in the crook of my warm neck.

“I-i’m gonna cum” he stuttered, suddenly pounding deeper and I could feel him reaching the point of no return. A long strangled groan escaped his mouth as he came, pumping his stream of liquids inside me.

His continuous thrusts sent me over the edge, the pleasure reaching an ultimate high, spreading throughout my whole body. My walls pulsed around him as he released the last of himself into me, coming simultaneously.

“Oh my god” he groaned, his voice raspy and deep as he relaxed on top of me. He looked down at himself still buried inside me and kissed me softly on the lips. Still feeling fuzzy after my orgasm had faded away, butterflies rattled in my stomach.

“That was incredible” he said, his mouth ends curling upwards, dimples dotting each cheek. I inhaled shakily through a small laugh of agreement, stretching my neck back on the pillow.

“Feel better now?” he asked, referring to how stressed I was returning home from work earlier. I chuckled and messed my hand through his sex hair.

“Yeah” I said, our noses brushing “I uh.. think i’ll have ‘hard days’ more often”