Kamal is 30. He is the last man on earth any girl would want to date with. It's not only about how he looks but also about what he is. He is a house servant. He is dark and ugly. I am not a racist but just telling the facts. He is unmarried for obvious reasons. His hairstyle is quite similar to the crescent moon, with the rest half being empty from the front. Dark skin, curly hair, unshaved beard, pale body, cavity-stricken teeth, smelly odor, and whatnot.
He was an orphan now from the day his granny died last week. She was a housemaid too. One good thing that happened in his life was from his granny who convinced her homeowner Garudachar to hire her grandson to maintain the legacy of serving. Little did Garudachar know, that very decision would cost him some unconventional steamy affairs in their fully conservative and highly traditional family. Homeowner Garudachar agreed. Granny died peacefully.
As Kamal entered the posh mansion, he was bewildered to look at the amazingness that had unfolded in front of him. He was intimidated obviously and was shivering as well. Now he felt why the gatekeeper was very furious when he intends to enter the mansion. The gatekeeper took 5 minutes before calling Garudachar for permission.
As soon as Kamal stepped inside the majestic living room, he was awed to see a girl cuddling her little puppy over the sofa and rolling across in gaiety. It was not unusual. But it was quite erotic. She must have been around 20, with a model-like tailor-made body. The milky white complexion, well-shaped jawline, light makeup, zero-size tummy, and perky bosoms. Her ass is so plump and was double the size of her waistline. She was wearing a gown, sky blue colored cotton silk maxi which well had a length covering up till her feet. But that rolling had made her maxi's end slip over her thighs, exposing her creamy thunderous thighs.
Kamal could not control the urge of his little friend inside his lungi bulge to its fullest. It is as if he is on the verge of collapsing. His little dirty mind was cupid enough, craving to get most of the unexpected extravagant visual sight. He was expecting to see her maxi rolling a bit above her thighs so that he could get to witness the lucky panty she was wearing. His tool was uncontrollably expanding every moment she was rolling. His mouth was salivating with lust.
Suddenly puppy flew from her hand and eloped to the stairways of that exalted duplex mansion. She followed it behind with a full smile --
''Hey Rocky, where do you think you are running from me.''
'What a soothing voice just like her tool-raising beauty!' Kamal thought to himself, fixing his glance at her as if like swallowing her the very moment, thanking her granny in his mind for this pleasant surprise.
''Beta, I am so happy to see you'' came a voice from behind. Kamal came back to his senses.
Standing in front, in an elegant silk panche' and shalya was Garudachar, the main pillar of the house. Around 60 or so in age, well built, 6 feet in height, gigantic mustache, and neatly dyed hair with golden rings, chains, and bracelets blazing all over his body. Kamal folded his hands unconsciously.
''Your granny was such a woman of virtues. She served our home for nearly 3 decades. I also felt very sad about her demise. She was like a family member itself. You, being her bloodline should have imbibed the same virtues, son. Glad to have you here, you should feel like being a family member here as well.''
''Sure Sahib, I am here to serve your family to the fullest'' A wicked smile filled with lust escaped his lips.
