“Yes, but I don’t remember the specific words being exchanged,” he replied with a warm smile, his eyes settling on the loose knot of her morning gown, hanging under her bosom.
“I slept well, thank you. Although you could have covered me up before sending Rob in with the breakfast,” she said, tightening the knot as a sign of mild protest.
“I left soon after, remember? I didn’t realize he would come in unannounced. I’ll speak with Javed about this. Did Rob bother you?” Moin asked, with genuine concern and apology.
“No, he was fine. Must be used to finding naked young women in your bed,” Steffi replied, crossing her legs under the table.
Moin studied her smoldering expressions for a few minutes in silence and said, “Stella, you’re the first woman to make it up to our room. I don’t expect you to believe me, but the women we’re with typically don’t get the courtesy you do.”
“Courtesy, huh,” Steffi snorted with derision. She didn’t want to fight Moin for more reasons than one but was genuinely irritated with the conflict of her own emotions.
“Where is Javed?” she asked, changing the topic.
“He’s gone to the village for some work. Should be back in an hour or two. Are you missing his presence?” Moin asked with a warm smile.
Steffi squirmed in her seat, recalling the pain he inflicted on her tender openings despite all the moments he’d had with her. This morning, she had to spend a few extra minutes scrubbing her inners, all of which had Javed splashed over them.
“I’m not missing him. But he certainly needs to know how to treat women better. You two are very different.”
Moin laughed out loud and Steffi laughed with him. “That, we are. I guess you bring out the best and worst in us, young lady,” Moin said, placing his large palm on her cheek. His hand felt warm and comforting, as his thumb brushed off the bread crumbs from the side of her lips.
He withdrew it before Rob appeared with another pot of coffee. However, Rob noticed how the two occupants were locking eyes, and his years of training taught him leave the premises immediately.
“I’ve just showered,” Steffi said, without resisting the hand that was now untying the knot. Once it was open, Moin parted the folds of her gown and pushed his seat back, with a screeching noise that consumed the silence of the large room.
Steffi watched with steamy eyes as the man pulled down his pants and sat down in his seat. Without a word exchanged, Steffi got up from her seat, her breasts exposed under the open flaps of the gown, as she walked over to Moin and placed her legs by the sides of his thighs.
Before she could give into her urges, she watched him scoop a generous amount of butter on his fingers, and then felt it disappear into her anal cavity.
She thrust her aching breasts into his face, as he expertly circled his fingers inside her, while inhaling her morning freshness off her soft skin. His fingers slipped out very smoothly, and she felt his large palms on her ass cheeks, parting them as he pulled her forward and slowly slid her down.
His entry was painless, and it was only when she was eye level with him that she noticed a smile on his face.
“Is the woman feeling better treated now?” he asked, locking her lips before she could respond. Steffi could taste the butter in her mouth, some his, some hers, and hoped it was from the toast they had consumed.
He wasn’t humping her yet, and she wished he did. But the passion of his kiss was so strong that the blood in her body was confused as to which end to respond.
Once he broke the kiss, much to her dismay, he gently pushed her back, till the edge of the wooden table was giving her support. His hands parted her gown completely, which now slid off her arms and rested on his knees, around her waist.
“You’re beautiful, Stella,” Moin said, one hand cradling her neck and the other pinching her breasts softly. “I don’t know how, but even at this age, you make me feel like a young man,” he said, pushing her soft mound with his thumb, pressing into her labia. She moaned.
“I didn’t notice these cuts. Was this Javed or me?” Moin asked, licking the bite marks around her taut nipples.
“These are all Javed,” she said, squirming, as Moin circled his tongue around her tiny bullets. She placed her elbows on the table to get some support, as Moin mashed her breasts together with his large hands. He was kneading them gently like dough and nibbling on her nipples like a rabbit.
Her flesh was soft and supple, and her aroma was forever an aphrodisiac for the brothers. He was familiar with the scent of the soap that she would have applied, and with his closed eyes, he could picture her scrubbing these voluptuous breasts tenderly. Angling his neck, he was deep in her cleavage, sucking in the soft skin on the inner side of her breasts.
He heard her moan and felt her warm streams hit his groin. “Sorry,” she said between moans, but he was the least bothered. The only thing this made him do was to open his eyes.
“Who cut in around your mole?” he asked, licking the trophy spot nestled deep in her cleavage.
“You did. Last night,” Steffi replied, her elbows digging into the wooden table. Her endless orgasm had blown over her, ripping through her body, but his flagstaff was keeping her groin strongly pivoted to his thighs.
Had he not been lodged so deep inside of her, she would have slid off his thigh, onto the ground, much like her bath gown.
Suddenly, she felt her feet leave the floor, as Moin gathered her in his arms and placed her onto the dining table. As he cleared the trinkets, cutlery and the silverware from underneath her, her feet flapped to find the edge of his chair, unsuccessfully. All that she kept hearing was the sound of expensive china crash and smash against the ground.
Her eyelids flickered open, and she watched in awe the steely frame of the gentle giant, soaked in sweat and lust. She watched him reach over her head and blinked as his fingers traced the bridge of her nose.
The fresh butter on his fingers only became apparent once his fingers flicked her lips, and then carried on their journey down her parched throat, all the way to her cleavage.
“Let me make amends for my barbarianism,” she heard him say, as he smeared her inners with butter, and then bent over to lick it off her mounds, slobbering.
There was nothing left in her now, each cell in her body experiencing a pleasure that was a gift of each and every session she had spent in the brothers’ arms.
No man had used and abused her body so badly, not even Rory, and yet, she had never been so perpetually wet, as if the relentless assaults had broken a pipe in her. And she knew he was about to mount another assault, when his huge hands grabbed her aching breasts.
The butter around his throbbing penis may have dried up, but the juices of the past hour had created enough grease for him to smash his balls against her heavy rear without much resistance.
He could feel her heels hit against his calves from time to time, as he noticed the lust driven eyes of the girl beneath him, burning with insatiable desire. Her words were still reverberating in his mind, and he kept his grip on her breasts tender. But he could see why his brother crushed them so mercilessly and how difficult it was to fit them in his palms.
Another jet hit his torso, as she grunted loudly, matching his moans with her thrusts. Her tiny pubic hair were drenched, providing a soft matting each time the groins smashed against each other.
The rhythm was both passionate yet erotic, as Moin bucked his hips with the hours of the day and carnal depths of the beauty at his disposal. He could certainly feel a tinge of pain in his lower back, each time he bent down to kiss different parts of her flesh, but this pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that was delivered through her puckered nether hole.
Unloading in her mouth a few hours back had given him additional minutes of longevity, and he was prepared to defy his age to squeeze every ounce of satisfaction from this feast.
Moin was so absorbed in the action that it was only when her knuckles came between his groin and hers that he broke his gaze of her sweaty face. He looked down to see her fingers disappearing into her vagina, matching his to and fro with their own movement.
Over the months, Steffi had learnt how to participate in her own self-pleasure, and by fingering her tortured cunt, she was doubling her flights of fantasy.
Moin was amused to see how she was pinching her own breasts with her other hand and made a mental note of reminding her that she was doing exactly what he was told not to do.
However, her writhing in ecstasy sent him into overdrive, and not even her fingers could keep up the renewed pace with which he pumped her mercilessly.
The combined moans reverberated in the palatial halls for minutes before Moin collapsed on her in a heap. He could feel her accelerated heart rate through her chest, matching his own.
Steffi wasn’t sure if she’d ever move again, given how he was still throbbing inside her. The warmth of their love making was still circulating through her nubile body, as she lay underneath him, her legs hanging loosely over the edge of the table.
Amidst some heavy breathing, she finally managed to open her eyes lazily, and noticed two silhouettes in the distance. Her instincts told her to cover up, but with the heavy frame of Moin still pinning her down and with barely enough energy left in her to continue breathing, she looked into the distance in the hope of a reprieve.
One of the shadows started walking towards her, and in a matter of moments, she realized that this was Javed. He had a big grin on his rugged face, and his pants were sporting the usual erection.
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