Fucked My Maid
Fucked My Maid
This isn’t a story. It happened to me in real life. I happily screwed this 34C-28-34 maid for over two years, trimming her pussy hair, showing her xxx pics, fucking her while both of us were watching an x-rated video, screwing her in positions I could never try on my wife.
All of this occurred about 15 years ago. I was a 5 ‘9 “tall, athletically built manager in a software company. We were a happy couple in our late thirties living in this 2BHK apartment in the Noida area. My wife was no longer employed. India’s economy was improving. Windows-95 was the most recent advancement in computer technology. The internet was sluggish.
Mobile phones were uncommon. On weekends, my wife will go to kitty parties or get facials and other personal care services. Our previous maid had left, so we hired a new maid to help with housekeeping. She stood 5’2″ tall “Except for her slightly fair complexion, she was otherwise unremarkable. She was a mother and a wife, probably in her early thirties.
She will come twice a day, in the morning and evening, to do household chores. She claimed to be from West Bengal, but I believe she was a Bangladeshi. She appeared to be from the countryside, as she wore no bra and her blouse was ill-fitting. Unlike most local maids, she didn’t do her brows, not that she needed them.
For several weeks, I didn’t pay much attention to her. Nonetheless, I knew she didn’t wear panties; her sari would fold into her ass cheeks whenever she rose from a crouching position. It’s quite common in this part of the country because most sari-clad maids don’t wear panties, and it’s easy to piss whenever you find a secluded corner.
We only had one air conditioner at the time, and power outages were common. In my underwear, I used to get itchy. I didn’t wear underwear at home to avoid public scratching, especially from 9 p.m. to the next morning. That may have piqued her interest. I used to slouch on the sofa in the morning, reading the newspaper with a cup of tea while she vacuumed the floor.
My shorts were generously wide, and my semi-erect (morning time) rod would occasionally show its head to her. I didn’t realize it until one day I noticed she was spending extra time cleaning the floor near me. From behind the newspaper, I cast a quiet glance at her, only to discover that she was admiring my thick shaft. I also noticed that she was not your average person.
She had a stunning pair of boobs that were visible through her blouse. As my shaft began to grow at a rapid pace, I quickly returned to behind the newspaper. This process continued for several weeks. When my wife was sleeping or had gone out for a morning walk, I would laze around on the sofa, giving her plenty of opportunities to look at my penis, which was mostly erect due to her attention. But we never looked each other in the eyes.
She had no idea she was being watched. I began to take an interest in her as well. Her boobs were quite upright, jutting out of her body at times. Her belly was almost flat, possibly because she would be bending and crouching a lot. She had good skin, and it was quite smooth for her class. She lacked hair on her arms and lower legs.
In short, she possessed many characteristics that married women strive for. The best part, however, was her buttocks, which were perfectly round and protruded from her behind. She was only able to avoid unwanted attention because she was dressed in a worn-out sari with a faded blouse that was slightly torn from the underarms and she had an ordinary face.
I never considered fucking her or anything. I never imagined I’d be able to touch her. She wasn’t in my class. But I liked the idea of seducing her in private. So I let her inspect my rod and even my balls up close. On my PC, I used to save xxx pictures from a Japanese porn site. I’ll save a duplicate in a hidden folder. I’d look at the photos when my wife wasn’t around, which was mostly on weekends.
On those days, I set that file as my screen saver so that my right hand could be free to fondle my dick while I watched the pictures. I needed to relieve myself quickly one day and had to rush to the toilet. Mala was darting out of the room, blushing profusely, when I returned. I was dumbfounded and stranded. I was concerned that she would tell my wife.
I had no intention of causing marital strife over xx-pics (xxx-pics were quite taboo for my wife). But, surprisingly, Mala’s demeanor remained normal, and I deduced that she had not considered reporting the incident. Maybe she didn’t want to risk losing her job, maybe she knew I wasn’t going to hurt her, whatever.
I would only have Mala to myself two or three times a month. I was in the office or on tour the majority of the time. Then, on most weekends, my wife was at home when the maid arrived. But I liked the idea of Mala’s choot getting wet because she saw my rod or the pictures. So whenever we were alone, I gave her plenty of opportunities.
I’ll leave a photo or screen saver open, and I’ll read some sexy news to show her fully erect penis. Then one day, even while my wife was present, she took the next step. When she passed by to go to the balcony, I was talking on my hands-free phone at the door of my study room. Her boobs had rubbed up against my arms, I realized later.
I waited because I didn’t know if it was an accident. She had to return from the balcony, and she did. When her boobs brushed up against my arms once more. I knew it was on purpose. Her nipples were also erect this time. Was it my imagination or did I see a faint and mischievous smile on her face?
My wife gave Mala a couple of old salwar kameez. They were a little big for her petite frame, but she loved them. When she gets home, she’ll come in and take off her dupatta. That will allow me to see her boobs through the wide neckline. Even when my wife was home, I found myself staring at her boobs. Mala was astute enough not to expose her cleavage all of the time.
There was a corridor that led to the front door. Unless you’re in the drawing-room, no one can see that part. When she mopped that area, she let her boobs generously ooze out through the neckline, fully aware that I am lustfully looking at her well-shaped boobs. She will then work near my sitting position to see my engorged Lund and she will allow me to see her ample boobs.
All of this occurred while my wife was in the bedroom or the bathroom. Interestingly, we never made eye contact during these sessions. I believe we were both content with these harmless indulgences. She’d started bending down to serve me tea, almost exposing her nipples. Despite being a mother in her thirties, she had nearly perfect boobs.
I had a lot of fun accidentally brushing her tits while we were crossing each other. I’ll also give her the sensation of my rod on her bums now and then. This was something I did while she washed utensils in the kitchen sink. When her hands were occupied with washing utensils, she lightly bent posture was more than inviting. I’ll reach behind me and open the overhead drip tray to get a water glass.
She never moved aside, always allowing me to gently press my Lund against her gaand. I used to approach from one side at first, but as she remained silent, I gained confidence. I’d now go right behind her, trying to get my Lund into her ass crack while I went to get the glass.
With time, I also began to make firm contact and held it for a few more seconds, getting a heady sensation from her spongy ass cheeks. This will give me a tremendous hard-on; I will invariably go to the restroom to jerk myself after a while. Around this time, I also had this strange idea of screwing her one day, maybe just for a good romp.
My wife once returned home while I was in the bathroom. Later, she told me to leave the bedroom door slightly ajar when I’m alone with Mala so the maid doesn’t steal anything. That was a brilliant idea. When I’m alone with Mala, I’ll leave the bathroom door open a few inches, come out, carelessly throw the towel while dressing up, exposing my fully naked body for a few seconds.
I had a feeling she had seen me go naked, towel my Lauda and bums, and then lift my leg to put on the undies. One day, it finally happened. Our semi-automatic washing machine was also kept just outside my bathroom, with two hose pipes leading into it. Mala will invariably enter the room immediately after my bath to start the machine.
When I was soaping my balls and dick one day, I noticed some movement near the bathroom door. It was ajar because the hose pipes were coming through the bathroom door. I was aware that she was watching me as I played with my dick and balls. I quickly finished my bath and exited, wearing only a towel that barely covered my a$$.
She was there, tentatively fiddling with the washing machine’s knobs, as if she had been caught red-handed. As I passed by, she mumbled something about needing my assistance to operate the machine. I turned around and found myself behind her, my entire body aligned only an inch behind her back. I requested that she demonstrate what she was doing.
I made my move as she showed me the knobs without turning around. My right hand moved from behind her and crossed her body to the machine’s knobs, my arm pressing her right boob in the process. She backed up a little, only to discover my bare chest glued to her back, my Lund firmly pressing her ass crack.
I put my left hand inside her Kurti and touched her bare flesh above her salwar while her attention was diverted to all of this. She continued to speak in a trembling voice. I mustered up the courage to raise my left hand and grab her left boob. It was divine. I was surprised by how fleshy and tight her boob was. Her nipples had already hardened in anticipation, and her entire body had stiffened.
I continued to caress her boobs while poking my rock-hard Lund in her gaand and kissing her on the right cheek, earlobes, neck area, and everything else for the next few moments.
She made a feeble protest, murmuring “sa’ab, mat Karo…. koi dekh lega… aah…” but did not attempt to break free from my embrace. After a few moments, she turned to face me, but there wasn’t much room.
She was wedged between my naked body and the washing machine. She brushed up against my entire body as she turned around to face me. My towel fell to the ground as she turned to face me and took a step back! My raging bull saluted her shocked expression, her hand on her mouth trying to muffle an “oo maa…”
I was watching her facial expressions. “…ab to poor dekh lia?” I murmured in her ear. For the first time, she blushed as she looked at me. ‘Ab to mei chudne wali hoon, let me play along,’ she said silently. I began kissing her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, and her entire face.
She melted in my arms, still embarrassed that she was being seduced by her naked sa’ab, my Lund pressing against her lower half. I took her hand in mine and guided it to my Lund. She took my dick with trepidation, unable to encircle the thick shaft with her small fingers. She was flushed and beaming.
We’d passed the point of no return. I was naked in front of my maid, she was admiring my dick, my hands were inside her kurta, holding her back, and I was nibbling on her lips and face. It was only natural for her to shed her clothes as well. I came to a halt only to find her salwar string and pull it, causing her salwar to fall to the floor.
She didn’t know how she could protest when she was already caressing my tool. She was now alone in her kurta, my hands caressing her back, melons, and bare bums all at once. Despite her protests, my tongue had made its way into her mouth by this point. She had never tasted a tongue before, but she quickly grew fond of it.
I lifted her ass cheeks and made her sit on the washing machine. I didn’t waste any time stripping off her kurta and stripping her naked (no bra and panties, remember?). Her melons were well shaped, her nipples were long and erect, and she had a very desirable body. As I licked her succulent breasts, she opened her legs and encircled me.
I took a moment to examine her now-wide open crotch. I was expecting a thick jungle, but she had a very small thatch of hair on her mound. I slid my hand underneath to investigate her cunt, which was already dripping wet. Meanwhile, Mala had grabbed her favorite toy, my shaft, and was squeezing it. She slid forward to the edge of her sitting area as I resumed kissing her tits and caressing her body.
My Lund was guided between her thighs and rubbed along her choot. Ufff….., I had no idea the heavenly pleasure I was experiencing at the time. My maid was naked, sitting on the washing machine’s edge, her legs wrapped around my body, rubbing my Lund over her choot and me kneading her breasts and bums.
She, too, was ecstatic, hissing and puffing and silently pleading with me to enter her love grove. She cringed in pain as I pushed my tool; perhaps she hadn’t been fucked in a long time. I lubricated my Lund with some cold cream (Ponds Cream, I believe) and returned to my work. She smelled my hand and liked the scent of the cream.
I let go of her choot’s entrance and resumed kissing and caressing her body. I felt her muscles relax, and she began to enjoy herself again. I inserted my tongue once more into her mouth. I pushed my dick through her entrance while she was busy enjoying my tongue. She flinched, but I was already in her path.
I started pushing my Lund in her choot little by little after she had been still for a while. Her choot was quite tight; I don’t think her husband had recently fucked her. The washing machine’s edge was also a hindrance. She did her part by sliding closer to fit more of me inside her.
She was also mumbling something in her native language as if encouraging her lover or husband to do it more and more. She was barely hanging on at one point, her entire weight resting on my Lund. I lifted her entire body, holding her from her hip, and stood erect as she stretched her arms behind my back.
She was a fully naked maid clinging to her naked sahib, his tool impaled in her choot, her melons crushed against his hairy chest, her hands clawing his back, and her legs wrapped around his hips! It was a re-enactment of the Kamasutra in my home. To add to the excitement, I was able to ram my entire tool inside her while lifting her.
Her pubic hairs were mingling with mine; there was just too much going on at the same time. I guess she’d had a mini-climax because her cunt walls were now juicy and smooth. I carried her to the nearest wall after ramming her a few times in that standing position. I desired deeper and fuller thirsts, but in that Khajuraho pose, this was not possible.
I pinned her to the wall, still clinging to me, and began pumping her harder. I could feel my climax approaching, and I wanted to hit her at her weakest point. When I looked at her, she was looking out the window next to us, afraid that people below might see us in this state.
She was terrified, but the perverted thought of being caught was possibly heightening her ecstasy. She was now biting my shoulder, clawing at my back, and her cunt walls had a firm grip on my Lund. This was simply too much for me, and I climaxed, spraying her tunnel with unending sprays of my sperm.
She, too, climaxed within a few seconds, clasping me with her legs and hands, as if she wants my entire body to unite with her. I could feel the contractions of her cunt wall squeezing and releasing, squeezing out every last drop of my cum as she hit a wave of climaxes. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.
Her entire body became limp and heavy as lead as her climax drained her. I carried her to her bed and laid her down. My prick, along with a cocktail of our juices, slid out of her vagina. She remained motionless as if she had been gang-raped for hours. When we became sober, she put her dress back on, approached me, and hugged me.
I had the impression she was content as if she had realized her dream of making love to the object of her fascination. I responded by giving her a warm embrace, not knowing if she would start repenting after that. But I was mistaken. She slyly stated that she hoped to see those (xxx) photos one day. I indulgently kissed her and squeezed her boob, looking forward to the next chance to fuck her.
We’d started having sex. We both wanted to fulfill our sexual fantasies without upsetting our families. In my next submission, I’ll tell you about our adventures over the next two years, until I became obsessed with her gaand. Have fun screwing!
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