1 comments/ 76870 views/ 30 favorites My Maid By: Ashson I'm slowly building up a web design business. There're a million customers out there, just looking for someone like me to come and help them to latch onto the internet. Sometimes I suspect that there are also a million web design companies trying to leach my customers away. The nice thing about my sort of business is that you can work from home. For the start-up phrase, anyway. Once I'm established and need extra help is the time to worry about a proper office. Being in the office all the time means that I'm freely available. Mind you, I'm working long hours, but I'm also starting to make some decent money. The trouble was that when it is a choice between work that is interesting and makes me money or housework that is boring, which do you think wins? After one Sunday afternoon of frantically running around trying to clean up my sty, I yielded to necessity. Next day I hired a maid service to come in one day a week. Later that week the maid turned up for the first day on the job. One look at her and I knew I should have hired a maid a long time ago. She was young and pretty. About twenty, creamy complexion, red hair, green eyes. To add to the delectable picture was a high firm breast with some nice cleavage and a short dress with a lovely pair of long shapely legs on display. My first thought was to wonder why the woman wasn't a model or something. I explained what I wanted and she got right down to work while I got on with mine. After a while I heard Kelly, that was her name, humming in the hall. Having just finished one job, and not needing to start the next immediately, I wandered out to see how she was getting on. In my hallway I have a chair and a whatnot. The chair was there because I didn't know where else to put it, and it would remain there. It has proved useful on occasions. The whatnot (who thinks up these wacky names for bits of furniture) had a series of odds and end on it. That is what it's for, after all. Kelly was bending over, cleaning off the bottom shelf of the whatnot. Bending, not crouching, which had resulted in her short dress riding high up her bottom. Really high, giving me a lovely view of a pretty tush lightly covered in lace trimmed panties. Her legs were slightly parted so I also had an excellent view of a certain mound, also lightly cover in pink panties. Talk about your case of instant lust. There was no way known I could refrain from stroking that bottom. I mean, if you don't try, you don't get anywhere. I had an instant response. Not the one I wanted, but a response. Kelly was standing and facing me in an instant, red of face and vocal of tongue. How dare I? She was the maid and that was it. End of story. She didn't have to put up with assaults upon her person. Never touch her again. She'd report me to the company and I'd be banned. I got the gist of what she was saying. Thank you, but no thank you, to any sexual exploits. I humbly apologised, assuring her it was a moment's aberration and would never happen again. I then retreated to my office. Kelly finished off her work and departed and I continued with mine. The following week Kelly returned but this time, while that enticing cleavage was still there, she was wearing jeans. Tight jeans that made me want to rip them off her, but at least they weren't a short skirt that would flash panties at me. The visit was concluded peacefully. She worked, I worked, and she departed, unmolested. The third week Kelly was back to wearing a short skirt. Actually, she was wearing one of the shortest skirts I'd ever seen. I could almost swear I could see the edge of her panties when she walked. I carefully didn't look. Then the humming in the hallway started. And it seemed to keep going longer than I would have expected. I gave up and wandered out to see what Kelly was doing. At the risk of repeating what I've previously said, Kelly was bending over, cleaning off the bottom shelf of the whatnot. Bending, not crouching, which had resulted in her very short dress practically vanishing. I had a view of a pretty tush, untouched by anything so onerous as panties. Kelly had chosen to wear a thong, a miniscule thong that left her bottom on full display. As for her vulva, that was on full display as well, apart from a remarkably narrow piece of material that managed to cover her slit. She must have glued it in to place to keep it there. Lust arose, as was to be expected, but so did anger. Kelly was deliberately flaunting herself, wanting to see what would happen. She'd probably spent ten minutes dusting the whatnot, waiting for me to appear. There was only one way to test the waters. Jump in. She'd either submit peacefully and happily or go into her song and dance routine. I suspected that she was waiting to spring into her 'how dare you' speech. I planted my hand firmly on that nice white bottom, middle finger curving between her legs to press against her slit. She hadn't expected me to be quite so blatant, apparently, and she was squealing as she reared upright. Kelly was spinning to face me, mouth opening to start her rant, and found herself giving a squawk of shock. As soon as I'd goosed her I'd turned to sit on my hallway chair. (Like I said, it comes in useful.) I caught Kelly's arm as she reared and spun and a light tug just kept her momentum going. Kelly sprawled across my lap and my hand came down to deliver a firm spank on her effectively bare bottom. Kelly squealed and I spanked. I gave her half a dozen good hard spanks before she was able to stop squealing and start protesting. "Stop it," she wailed. "Why are doing this? I haven't done anything." I paused for a moment. "You deliberately posed in a fashion to show off your assets, and you made sure you were showing as much of them as possible. The only way to have displayed more would have been to roll up naked, and you probably considered that. Teasing a man is not nice and has consequences. Enjoy them." Seeing I wasn't currently spanking I took the opportunity to remove Kelly's thong. "Wait, wait, wait," she howled. "Why are you taking my panties off? You don't need to do that. My bottom's already effectively bare." "And don't we both know it. I pulled these down because I wanted to. Besides, they'd get in the way if I poke you here." I poked and Kelly screamed. I laughed and resumed the spanking, making sure that her mound received a fair share of sharp spanks. Satisfied at last that Kelly was suitably chastised, and her bottom a nice shade of red, I stood her back on her feet. "Now you do know what happens to naughty girls who tease men don't you?" I asked her as I turned her to face the wall. Kelly nodded her head, snivelling a little. Her bottom smarted. "Yes," she said softly. "They get spanked." "Don't be silly," I chided her, pushing her closer to the wall. "The spanking was just to help you get worked up. This is the real penalty." 'This' was my cock pressing hard between her buttocks. My hand moved down and between her legs, massaging. I pressed a knee between Kelly's legs and she shifted, moving them apart. A little adjustment and my erection was between her legs and pressing urgently against her. I pushed up and Kelly's pussy yielded and granted me right of way. I pushed harder, pleased to find her both wet and tight. Keeping up a firm pressure I moved steadily into her, finally sheathing myself fully inside her. "How does that feel?" I asked. "What? It feels like you're raping me. How's it supposed to feel?" "Don't be difficult," I told her. "Is it comfortable? Are you happy with it like this or do you want to try a different position?" "Why ask me?" Kelly wanted to know. "You're the rapist, remember." "But you're part of it," I pointed out. "It would be inconsiderate of me not to make allowance for your preferences. You haven't answered the question. Are you comfortable or would you like to change position?" "I'm fine," said Kelly, and it seemed to me that she was under a little strain. Probably wanted to scream at me, but didn't quite dare. "OK. Just move with me. If you want to change position, just let me know." I started moving. A slight pressure, to let her know that things were starting up, then I withdrew. This time my entrance was a lot firmer. No need to be tentative as her body was ready. Kelly squeaked a protest as I drilled in, but she also pushed back to meet me. My hands were itchy. I needed to do something with them. And that something involved breasts. I pulled Kelly's top loose and unhooked her bra. After that it was the work of a moment to slide my hands around her and capture her breasts. The fun increased. I was driving into Kelly hard and she was responding with what seemed to be unfeigned enthusiasm, while I teased her breasts and tormented her nipples. She was squealing and gasping, giving every bit as good as she got. Things were moving along nicely, and I sensed that Kelly was starting to show signs of expecting an orgasm in the near future. So I pulled out and stepped back. Kelly just froze, turning a stunned face to look at me. "Strip," I said. "I want to see you." Isn't it amazing how fast a woman can remove her clothes when she wants to? Seconds later Kelly was standing there naked, eyes slightly glazed with lust. "Lie down," I said softly, and Kelly sank down onto the carpet. I sank down between her knees, my cock pressed lightly against her lips again. She gave an upwards twitch of her hips and I drove in hard. She just groaned and wrapped her legs around me, clinging to me as I started once more to pay serious attention to her. I pounded her hard, while she clung, squealed, and gave her all. It was a case of lust triumphant all the way as we took and gave pleasure, each of us doing our best to drive the other wild. I guess Kelly won, as I finished up climaxing first, but it was a pyrrhic victory, as she went up in flames at the first splash of my seed. She lay there, completely done in, while I disengaged and tidied myself up, not that I wasn't breathing heavily and moving slowly. Eventually Kelly sat up, still looking slightly dazed. Then she seemed to recollect what had happened, blushed, and reached for her clothes. "Leave them," I said. She gave me a startled look. "It's quite pleasant inside," I pointed out, "and I enjoy looking at you. You can finish your work dressed the way you are." It was interesting. She blushed, but made no demurral. Instead she rose smoothly to her feet and set to work. Next week was going to be interesting, assuming I wasn't blacklisted. I wondered if I could make her strip and do all the housework that way. My Maid, Her Sister, and Me It was January 2009. Sunita's younger sister Nandini was finally getting married. Sunita herself had requested Hjjer for a couple of weeks of vacation time; she had been working with him for close to year and she hadn't visited her family ever since she's left for Delhi two years ago. In fact she had requested Hjjer to come to the village as a guest at her sister's wedding but he had declined because he was visiting his own family in France for Christmas and the New Year. The wedding preparations were in full swing and the actual consecration was to be in the second week of January 2009. Sunita's parents had finally accepted the reality that their elder daughter was not going to be pushed into a marriage and therefore they had agreed to break social custom and get their younger daughter married first. They weren't even sure if the elder one was ever going to marry someone. The weather was as could be expected in the village near Jaunpur town in the state of Uttar Pradesh: cold but enjoyable. The spirit was festive as a number of relatives had all descended home; Ram and Anu had come separately and were going to be here for the entire month of January. Sunita and Anu had a lot of catching up to do since they had met only twice in the year since Sunita had been working with Hjjer. But that would come later. First of course Sunita spent long hours with her mother and her little sister although they were both very preoccupied with the wedding preparations. Sunita sat with her father and told him all about Delhi, about her boss and her job, about life in the big city. She told him about the various jobs she had tried to settle into; the school, the hospital, and finally her present job as a housekeeper. Not a maid. That's what Sahib had told her and she'd found the appropriate difference in her language so as to explain it to people. She told her parents that she lived in separate quarters for fear that the scandal would be too overpowering for them to handle. She told her father how much money she was making, how she controlled the household finances and kept accounts to give to her Sahib, how she had gone to the bank and had an account opened, how she had a plastic card and went to a machine everytime she needed cash. Her father was very proud of his favourite beti, the daughter who would go out into the world and make a life for herself away from the usual child-bearing and rearing rituals of society that her elder sisters had gotten into. Sunita took her father to the bank the next morning and opened an account in his name; then sitting across from the young officer who had come from the state capital and was posted at Jaunpur branch of his bank, she had some money transferred from her account to her father's. Quite a lot of money in fact. She told him that he was to use it for her younger sister's marriage expenses. She looked at him and saw her father's eyes glisten, a happy sad expression on his face as he held her to himself and kissed the top of her head, hiding his tears. He had never been prouder in his entire life. They went into town and shopped for everyone at home; bought sarees for all the sisters and a special one for her mother, lots of gifts for the youngest, and she bought a special hookah for her father. They bought presents for Ram and Anu, for her brothers, and her father insisted that they pick up something small for the labourers that helped him in the fields and on the farm. Father and daughter had a blast in town that day before taking the bus home in the late afternoon. At night, after supper, Sunita sat outside by the fire with her mother. They spoke of many things and Sunita told her about Hjjer. Of course she didn't speak of the sexual encounters; only about his character, his travels, the occasional small gifts he would bring for her. Her mother knew almost immediately that her daughter had got into a relationship that would not last but she believed Sunita was extremely happy at the moment. The wise old woman only hoped it would last a long time, but she knew it wouldn't forever. So be it. In the busy hustle of the next few days Sunita and Anu finally got time to sit together and chat. After dinner one evening almost everyone had retired to their sleeping chambers when the two girls sat outside by the fire, wrapped in warm blankets worn like shawls, and they talked into the early hours of the morning. Inevitably the conversation veered around to Sunita and her master. She sang such praises of Hjjer that Anu finally asked her if she was in love with him. The look in Sunita's eyes, with the glow of the fire reflected in them, made any verbal response irrelevant; Anu knew that her sister was smitten. Since the two women had shared many intimacies in the past, including a physical discovery of one another, Anu asked Sunita if she had gone to bed with her master. Sunita was averse to revealing any of the intimate secrets of her two sexual encounters with Hjjer; to her they were sacred, not to be divulged or revealed. But after much cajoling, she agreed to share some photographs of her master that she had taken with her phone camera. Some of them had been surreptitiously taken while others were in Hjjer's knowledge. There were almost a dozen pictures which Sunita now showed Anu; photographs of Sahib lounging on the terrace with potted plants and a clear sky in the background, pictures of him dressed in a suit taken just before he was leaving for office, there was one of him in a dirty t-shirt with dam sweat marks all over taken soon after he'd returned from a run. None of them were overly intimate but they were of good quality. In a strange moment of incisiveness, Anu looked up at her sister and said "Your master is in love with you; in fact he wants you". Sunita blushed, taking back her camera and looking down in an attempt to hide the deep red flush that had suddenly come over her face. In the harsh light of the fire, this may not have been visible but Anu was sure there was truth in what she had said. She pressed on: "Tell me my dearest sister, has he come to your bed?" When Sunita didn't respond, Anu asked in a worried voice "Has he forced himself on you?" Sunita looked up in shock and almost angrily said "No! Definitely not." Anu heard the tone and realised that Sunita was coming to the defence of her master, almost like a tigress defending her cubs. "Why are you hiding these things from me, my sweet sister? We have a special relationship and you know you can trust me. You I know I will not reveal anything to anyone, not even to Ram. But I will not ask you again if you still do not trust me and do not want to tell me. It is alright if you want to keep your secrets to yourself", said Anu. Sunita whispered back saying "It is not that I do not trust you, Anu. You know I care for you. But I do not want you to worry. He is the best man I have ever met in my life. He is kind, he is generous, and yes he likes me. I think. And yes, I love him. And yes, he has shared my bed. Once only." Anu was not surprised; she had known. She reached out and put her arm around Sunita, pulling her close to herself as she sidled towards her, sharing the warmth of the fire and the blankets. They sat silently for almost ten minutes, neither saying a word, watching the fire as splinters flew into the air like glowing fireflies. "Almost five months ago, he came to my bed in the early morning", Sunita began, whispering softly to Anu. "He had returned late from one of his many trips out and I had fallen asleep by the time Sahib came home. He must have had a bath and also did some work because I saw his computer was open when I woke up next morning. But around four or five o'clock in the morning he quietly slipped into my bed. I awoke almost instantly but had to quiet my breathing and pretend I was asleep. I did not want him to think I was awake because I feared he would go away. I had waited so many months for this moment to happen. I was desperately scared that I might frighten him away if I showed signs of awareness. "I could smell alcohol on his breath but not much; he was not drunk like the rascals in this village. He was so gentle with me, caressing my hair and my face and those parts of my body he thought he could touch without disturbing me. When he lay next to me, facing me, I could feel how hard and big and hot he was in his pants. Dearest sister, I cannot tell you how much I wanted him that whole time. I wanted him inside me even though you know that no man had ever taken me before. "For more than one hour he must have suffered with the pain in his penis; so solid and hard it felt, I could only imagine how desperate he must have been for some form of release. But he was the perfect lover. At one stage I realised that he was stroking my thighs and that with each caress my saree was riding up my legs. After almost a minute or two I felt his beautiful hands on my naked thighs as his fingers moved in soft smooth motion; he felt the top and the outside, then he moved to the inside of my thighs. It was so sensuous and I wondered if he would touch my cunt; I was not wearing any panties since I had gone to sleep. "When his fingers came up the length of my inside thigh I shivered, my body jerked and I was now lying on my back. Sahib's fingers were so delicate, like a feather. It was like torture for me Anu not being able to hold him and kiss him and take him to my breast. But when his fingers first touched the hair above my cunt I remember his body jerked hard against me as though he would now finally take me; I think he was surprised that I had so much and so thick pubic hair. When he thrust himself against me, I felt the heat coming from the thick hardness in his pants and once again wanted to rip his clothes off and jump all over him. "I am thinking, Anu, that maybe I will shave the hair from there. What do you think?" Anu was caught off balance with the question, so focussed had she been on listening to Sunita's narration of her sexual adventure with her master. Instead of replying, Anu took Sunita's hand in hers and pulled it under her own saree up to her pussy. Sunita was a little shocked but happily complied; then she felt the smooth mound of Anu's shaven cunt and the wetness seeping out from inside her. Involuntarily she slipped a finger inside but Anu pulled her hand out and said "Later, my dear sister. I only wanted to show you how it feels when it is shaved. Later you can see it. But now, continue with your story." And so Sunita continued. "I was also not wearing a bra under my blouse, and after some time I realised that he was unhooking the front and exposing my breasts. I was finding it so difficult to keep up the pretence of sleep and in any case at this stage I uttered a sound and Sahib must have known I was awake. I hoped that he was now too far along to stop." Anu listened, mesmerised at Sunita's words and the soft intonations of her voice; it all sounded so erotic the way she was narrating the story. Anu felt a moistness between her thighs, wanting so very much to push her hand under her dress and play with her pussy. In fact she wished she could get Sunita to do that but instead refrained from any action or sound. She just kept listening to her sister. "Till today, sister, I remember every moment of that night", Sunita continued in her hoarse whisper. The memories seemed to be arousing her to the same frenzy she recalled from the time Hjjer came to her bed. "He was not wearing any vest or shirt but he had his pants on and I was beginning to realise how torturous it must be for him. But he continued. When he felt the hair in my armpits you know Anu, I thought he would not like it. But he kissed me there and buried his face inside. Thank god I was not smelling bad." "At one stage I unbuttoned his pants and released his cock from inside. It is so very fat and big but I love it. It is as beautiful as Sahib is. It is strong and rigid and firm and when I felt it in my hands I wanted to bring it all over my body. I wanted to feel it against my face and in my mouth and inside my cunt but I did not hurry the pace; I let the master do exactly as he wanted to. In fact I did not take it in my hand at that time. But I will tell you later that I once had him in my mouth while he was asleep. "After some time I could feel Sahib removing the folds of my saree from where it was tucked into the petticoat. Then he found the drawstring and untied that. And finally he pushed down the petticoat and saree together down past my thighs and my legs and shoved them off the bed. As I waited, he slowly removed my blouse and dropped that off the bed too. I was completely naked and wished so much that he would now remove his pants also. I think for maybe five minutes he just kept looking at me in what little light there was in the room, although daylight was slowly arriving. He kissed me on my mouth and the taste and feeling was the sweetest I have ever experienced. "And then he suddenly got off the bed and my heart almost stopped beating. I thought he was going to leave. But I heard his pants rustle down as he took them off. He walked up to the top of the bed and stood for a short time in front of my face. Then he bent down and kissed me again. Can you imagine, Anu, what I was going through? I thought his big gorgeous cock must be right above my head and I wanted so much to take it in my hands and wrap my mouth around it. My heart was really beating fast. And then he straddled me on the bed, his knees on either side of my hips, his massive penis emanating such heat that I could feel it on my stomach. "I think my mind stopped working after that. Sahib was naked and I was naked and when he lay down again on top of me I was nearing a climax just feeling his body against mine. After that Anu, Sahib did the most fantastic things to my body. He kissed me on my mouth, then he took my nipples one by one into his mouth and his tongue whipped them almost savagely. You know how big my nipples become and now they were like that, hard and long in his mouth. I could feel his penis against me, sometimes on my belly and also against my thighs. "But then came the most pleasurable moment in my entire life as he slid down my body and his mouth reached my choot. My cunt was so wet by then, like rivers flowing down on the insides of my thighs and trickling down between the crack of my buttocks. He started so gently around my cunt lips, till he found the hard protrusion of my clitoris. During the next half an hour, Anu, I must have reached a climax at least six times. His breath was hot and my cunt was almost on fire; I kept holding his head and maybe I would have hurt him because I was pulling him by his hair trying to push Sahib's face deeper and deeper into my pussy. Never have I experienced such feelings; feeling of love for the man coming from my heart and feelings of such lust and passion that came from every pore of my body. "His hands were also constantly on me while his mouth was on my cunt; he would rub my breasts, his fingers would toy with my nipples, sometimes he would slip in a few fingers with his tongue inside my cunt, and sometimes he would push his hands under my ass and grab the flesh so tight. Once or twice I felt his fingers go inside my anus and when that happened I must have had my most violent orgasm ever. I cannot explain to you my sister what heaven I experienced that night with Sahib, just can never explain in words. "After I thought I could not take any more of his tongue and his lips and mouth on my pussy, he seemed to immediately understand without any word or gesture from me. His body slipped upwards and his face was against mine. His mouth was on my lips and I must have sucked the air from him because I drew his tongue inside my mouth and held him so very tight. And then suddenly, I felt his thick cock at the entrance of my vagina. For a brief moment I forgot about my virginity; I had waited so many years to find the man I wanted to give it to and now that he was about to penetrate me, the thought had disappeared from my mind. "I remembered only when Sahib began to push his very thick and swollen lund inside, so gently he was pushing himself in, and then suddenly he stopped. He must have been totally shocked because I could now hear his voice. I think he was saying sorry and that he did not know and maybe other things that I could not understand at that moment. In a flash I realised what must have struck him: that I was still a virgin; for almost two hours that my master was making love to me, I had lost myself completely to him. I think he was going to withdraw himself from my cunt so I grabbed his buttocks and with all my strength tried to pull him inside me. "Sahib resisted, probably not knowing what to do because surely his passion and his body was driving him forward but his brain was telling him to move away. My nails dug into the tough muscles of his backside and I fought like a lioness to keep him inside me. I do not know what went on in his brain but he stopped pulling away, looked down at my face as I opened my eyes and stared back at him. He kissed me again, gently and softly on my lips and maybe on my eyes and face. Then he placed his hands under my buttocks and clasped them and started stroking his lund inside me slowly, going in only maybe two inches till he felt the resistance of my hymen. But he was hard and thick again, and this time he pushed hard and I screamed when he broke the barrier and went past that point. He kissed me again as soon as I screamed, whispered in my ear, and then continued shoving himself slowly inside me. Within seconds the pain had gone and I could feel Sahib filling me up. "It was a very beautiful moment as I realised that my Sahib was now going where no man had gone before. My body was being filled up by him and then I felt his balls against me and I knew he had gone all the way. He stayed like that for some time; I think we were both enjoying the moment, the strange and new sensation of being in each other. Then he began fucking me; first slowly, then the pace of his strokes increased and all the time I had the sensation that his lund was growing thicker and thicker and that he may tear me apart. But every time he pulled out till only his tip was inside me and then he would push himself all the way deep inside. And on each stroke the hard rod would press against my clitoris and almost bring me to another climax. Making love to my Sahib is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life; I have never experienced as much pleasure as I did that day." As Anu stared at Sunita she saw a fine sheen of sweat over her sis's face and neck as well as her heaving chest that was visible ever since the blanket had slipped off Sunita's shoulders. The fire was dying down but the embers still cast sharp shadows on the girls' faces. Anu reached for her companion's hand and asked "how many times have you had sex with your Sahib after that?" Sunita looked at her friend with a disheartened expression on her face and replied "Never. He has not come to my bed after that and I cannot be the one to make the next move; that would not be appropriate." Reading the next question on Sunita's surprised face, Sunita continued in a whisper, "I do not know why he has not wanted to make love again. Maybe he wants to but is too awkward or shy to approach me again. I have seen him look at me as he used to before; in fact even more lovingly and kindly. I am sure he wants to have sex again but I don't know how to make him ask me. If he does, I will go to his bed without a second thought. You don't know how much I crave for the moment when he shows me a desire to bed me again; I wait every day and every night for even a sign in case he is too embarrassed to speak it out." Anu stood up and pulled Sunita to her feet, saying "Come, we must go to sleep. Everybody has already gone and we have much work to do for your sister's wedding in the next few days. Let's douse the fire and go in. Ram has gone to Jaunpur and he's staying the night at his friend's house so we can use the large room in your house. Come." My Maid, Her Sister, and Me They slipped into the house, latched the entrance door and hurriedly walked through the cold central hall into the same room that Sunita had once, long ago, spied Anu and Ram having sex. As they bolted the door, they looked at each other in the light of the lantern that stood on a shelf and felt a mutual desire overtake them. Both girls quickly removed their sarees and snuggled into the warmth of their blankets and quilts on the large double bed. Sunita lowered the flame of the lantern to a bare flicker and turned towards Anu, their faces inches from each other, their large breasts touching, sharing the warmth. Anu reached for Sunita's face and stroked it delicately while her friend unhooked the clasps on her blouse; both were impatient an unwilling to dampen their arousal after Sunita had narrated her story. Removing the blouse off Anu, Sunita reached behind and undid her friend's brassiere, pushing the garments off before removing her own blouse and bra. Anu meanwhile undid the cord of her petticoat and pushed it past her large hips and down her thighs after which she manoeuvred her feet to rid herself completely of the item. Sunita bent her head forward as her lips found one of Anu's swollen and hard nipples, sucking on it and drawing it into her mouth. Her hand found the shaven pussy her fingers dived into the hot wetness of Anu's cunt. As she lashed the nipple with her tongue, Anu draped her hand over Sunita's body and clutched her shapely arse, pulling her body hard towards her own. Sunita's fingers pushed in and out of Anu's vagina, the sloshing sounds on account of the massive amount of secreted juices arousing her still further. Unable to contain themselves, they wrapped their arms around one another, holding each other's buttocks tightly and rubbing their pussies against the other with a violent urgency. Anu then pushed Sunita on to her back and crawled under the covers till her mouth found her sister's hairy twat. She had forgotten how bushy it was and now thought it had perhaps become hairier than she remembered from when the two girls had made love a couple of years ago almost. She suddenly realised she wouldn't want to Sunita to ever shave herself down there. After bringing Sunita to an orgasm that exploded with such brutality that Anu's face was clamped tightly between Sunita's thighs, Anu ignored the cold and throwing off the covers rose up to straddle her friend's hips. Then crawling up the bed on her knees, she planted her hot pussy on Sunita's face. Sunita used her chin to rub around the vaginal lips before her tongue began a circular motion around Anu's smooth cunt. Her saliva mixed freely with the juices that Anu still seemed to be secreting. Sunita raised her hands and took Anu's large breasts in her hands and mauled them, pinching her taut nipples with a certain aggression that Anu was enjoying. Her clit was large and protruded prominently as Sunita's tongue drew on it. Within less than a minute, Anu was on the verge of a climax that would challenge the explosion that Sunita had had. When Sunita's finger found Anu's anus and slipped in almost two inches because of the lubrication from her cunt, her body convulsed as the orgasm overtook her. A jet of her juices squirted out on to Sunita's face as Anu bit down hard on her own lips to suppress the scream that she released. Exhausted from their orgiastic release of the pent up and simmering passion, they both crawled back under the covers, held each other tightly, their bodies flush against one another, and slept. Just before sleep overtook them, Anu whispered into Sunita's ear, "Would you ever share your Sahib with me, Suni?" Sunita kissed Anu on the mouth, not answering. Sunita's sister was to get married on January 14th 2009. On the morning of the 13th, shortly after the sun had just risen, Anu and Sunita woke to the sounds of a slight commotion outside their window. Since the window was jammed they were unable to open it so instead they grabbed blankets, wrapped themselves tightly in them and quietly walked together to the entrance door, not wanting to wake the parents. Ram was not in the house, having decided to stay at his friend's place in Jaunpur till the day of the wedding. They could hear the sounds of a couple of children and an elderly person just outside the door as they unlatched it from the inside. On opening the door cautiously, Sunita almost collapsed in a faint at what she saw in front. Anu had to hold her up with support as she looked quizzically at her sister. "S-s-sahib?!!" she said in a stutter, too amazed at this apparition in front of her. Standing in front of her eyes was her master and Bahadur, his driver, along with two young boys who had apparently guided them from the bus stop to the house. "Anu, this is Sahib", she said after almost half a minute of silence, not knowing how else to react and hoping that her sister-in-law and friend would take charge from her. "Namaste" Anu said to Hjjer, looking at this strong handsome man that seemed to have so traumatised Sunita for the moment. Hjjer folded his hands and replied to Anu, then looked at Sunita and said "Namaste" to her as well, adding "How are you? Are you surprised? You did invite me for your sister's wedding, remember?" he said with a smile playing on his lips. Sunita, only just getting over her completely shaken and confused state responded with a greeting and continued to stare at her master, unable to believe that he was standing in front of her. Of course she recalled that she had invited Sahib but he had said that he was going to his home somewhere abroad for Christmas. The possibility of him coming to her village never even crossed her mind. She knew of no foreigner that had ever visited the village; in fact she knew of no outsider that had ever visited from other parts of India except maybe some government officials and politicians. Her heart was pumping furiously, her breathing somewhat erratic. The flood of thoughts going through her mind left her completely flummoxed till she realised after a couple of minutes that she was unbearably happy to see him. Her heart was beating hard because her lover had come to her. While Sunita stood like a statue, Anu berated her and said "We have guests, what are you doing? Come on!" They pulled out a cot made of hemp rope on a wooden frame, and a rather rickety chair and placed them just outside the entrance to the house. Anu quickly started a small fire in the pit where the nightly bonfire was lit. She then rushed inside the house and got the stove running in order to boil water. While the water was heating, Anu seated Hjjer and Bahadur and explained to Bahadur, which was translated for the master, that the parents and bride-to-be were still asleep which was why they were not going into the house. Within ten minutes, the guests had glasses of hot and sweet tea in their hands, the fire was roaring, blankets were provided for them to cover themselves, and Anu was practicing her limited knowledge of English with Hjjer. Sunita sat on her haunches on the ground next to the cot where Hjjer had been planted while Anu walked in and out of the house as she blabbered on. The guests had explained that Hjjer had returned the previous weekend from his Christmas and New Year break and remembered the name of the town, Jaunpur. They had taken a train from New Delhi and at Jaunpur had asked about marriages taking place in nearby villages. It was a bold and reckless plan but since this was the wedding season, it had been impossible to determine which village to go to. Hjjer had only known Sunita's name which hadn't been of help. But then their luck turned because Bahadur mentioned Ram and Anu at a tea stall, and that's where someone gave them the information. They were also told that Ram was in Jaunpur but would be going to the village for the wedding the next day. As Bahadur spoke, Sunita calmed. Her expression returned to a semblance of normality as a sweet beatific smile began to spread on her face till Anu nudged her on her bum with a foot. Sunita stood up, unable to tear her eyes away from Hjjer, but grudgingly walked into the house as her parents awoke. She explained to her mother and father that her firang boss had come all the way from Delhi for younger sister's wedding; both parents were absolutely overjoyed at the news and rushed out to meet Hjjer. They felt honoured with his visit, they told him. Hjjer had two suitcases sitting on the ground next to him. He stood up and placed one of them on the cot, unlocking and opening it. It was full of presents; all neatly wrapped in colourful wrapping paper and small cards stuck on each one specifying which was for whom. There were gifts for Sunita's parents, for Anu and Ram, and loads of things including the suitcase itself, for the young girl Nandini who was getting married. And there was a small present for Sunita as well. As the morning progressed, it was decided that Hjjer would sleep in Sunita's parents' house and Bahadur at one of her father's friend's place. Sunita and Anu would occupy the main living room, sleeping on the floor. After washing up and eating a light breakfast with the family, Hjjer got involved helping with various chores, using Sunita and Bahadur as translators. He couldn't take his eyes off Sunita who he thought was looking more beautiful than he could remember; she seemed happier and almost carefree, a bounce in her step and a smile fixed on her face. She had introduced all her family members one by one to Hjjer and her mother had already taken a fondness to the Sahib. Sunita's long lustrous hair was loose and it fell way past her shoulders and her breasts all the way down to her buttocks; they stood proudly out in front of her and tantalised Hjjer. She wore a tight fitting red blouse that hugged her ample bosom, and a light coloured saree. When Hjjer looked around he saw that all the young women were dressed similarly in what folks in Delhi would probably have considered provocative. But here in the village nobody looked or ogled at the women as they went about their tasks. "Hello, Sahib! How are you? How was the journey?" Anu attempted to start a conversation with Hjjer in English which ultimately ended in both of them laughing at their lack of sufficient vocabulary; his in Hindi and hers in English. Sunita rolled her eyes at her sisters's comment, then headed into the house. Hjjer noticed her hips as they swayed from side to side after she walked past him and he found it hard to resist giving it a feel as she went in. Sunita's saree was wrapped tight around her perfect rump and her blouse exposed much of her midriff. Sunita's mood influenced Hjjer and he too began to feel carefree, not troubled by social niceties or sensitivities. Sunita's family had made him feel very welcome and comfortable; they couldn't stop telling Bahadur how honoured they were that Sunita's master, a foreigner who was very senior, had deigned to visit them. Hjjer on his part was at his charming best, having quickly overcome the initial embarrassment and lack of language compatibility. He flirted with Sunita, exchanging looks, touching hands, rubbing against her body whenever they crossed paths. He continued to help out; he even made a quick trip to a neighbouring village with Sunita's father and Bahadur sitting on a tractor. As the sun went down, the family gathered around the bonfire and a bottle of local liquor, considered to be of the best quality available, was brought out. Sunita's father and two of his farmer friends drank it neat; Hjjer and Bahadur mixed it with soda. And the girls drank an orangeade; Sunita and Anu and two of their friends laced their drink with the liquor. If the parents knew, they didn't say anything to the girls. The mood was festive, going on to boisterous. Dinner was served outdoors on steel plates, the women serving the menfolk. Sunita and her mother first served the elders, then Anu took it upon herself to serve me while Sunita got food for Bahadur. For a while the women didn't join for the meal so Hjjer asked Bahadur why? Once translated, Sunita's father decided to break with custom and tradition and asked his wife and the other girls to bring their food and eat around the bonfire. They did. Anu became very talkative as the liquor hit her; Sunita looked happy and content, watching over Hjjer's every need from more hooch to more food. She sat at her master's feet while the other women all sat on the caked mud floor as well, the men sitting on chairs and cots or charpais. When dinner was over, the women cleared all the dishes and went into the house to clean the utensils and put away the unconsumed food. The men had another round of drinks. After the elders retired and the neighbours left, Hjjer sat around the fire alone for a while. Once all the kitchen chores were over, Sunita and Anu came out of the house and sat next to Hjjer on the ground. He looked at them and with folded hands requested them to please get up and sit on the chairs or on the cot; they refused. So he got up off the chair he was sitting on and sat down on the ground with the girls; they looked at him surprised but then Sunita smiled and touched him on his knees saying nothing. Bahadur had left so Hjjer and the girls chatted away in soft voices with their limited vocabulary but seeming to communicate just as well. As the fire died down and the cold began to creep over their bodies, Sunita stood up and reached out to Hjjer pulling him up as well. Anu and Sunita led the way silently into the house and guided Hjjer into his bedroom for the night; the room that the women had been using. The oil lamp was lit but kept on a low flame. When the girls went out to latch and lock the doors, he slipped out of his pants and crawled under the covers wearing his shorts and the sweater he'd had on during the day. Within minutes of his head touching the pillow, Hjjer was asleep; it had been a hectic and tiring day and the country liquor had done the rest. All sound died except for the cicadas outside and an occasional crackle as a burnt ember in the fire pit succumbed to the contracting pressure of the cold. It must have been almost two hours later when Hjjer pushed through a haze of semi-consciousness because he had heard a creaking sound as the door to his room was pushed open on its rusty hinges. He kept still, coming fully awake in a few seconds, and tried to concentrate on any other noise that filtered through the heavy silence of night. Suddenly he felt a weight on the corner of his bed sinking into the mattress. Startled, Hjjer sat up in bed pushing his back against the headrest and stared at Sunita who was sitting on the edge looking back at him. They exchanged no words, just looking intently at one another in the dim lamplight. She was wearing a white blouse and a white petticoat and had a woollen shawl draped over her shoulders. Hjjer could make out the dark nipples already upright and almost piercing the cotton blouse. Sunita crawled on to the bed and positioned herself on her knees in front of him. Her hands reached towards the burgeoning mound under his shorts. Her touch through the fabric made his heartbeat increase in pace as he himself reached out towards Sunita's breasts. The cleavage was deep and the huge mounds of her bosom pressed against each other under the top. He hastily found the hooks that worked as buttons on the front of her blouse and desperately fought to open them one by one. His fingers fumbled initially but then he had it figured; there was a sense of urgency in both him and his maid, a burning imperative that brought their animal instincts to the fore. Tonight was not going to be a dance of gentle lovers; it would be hot and virile, masculine and forceful. By this point, Sunita was pulling down his shorts towards his ankles and rubbing his fully-erect dick through the fabric. Hjjer laid his head back onto the sofa and tried to pull her closer to himself. He had freed her large pendulous breasts from the confines of the blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. Sunita pushed his shorts off and now had her hand wrapped around his large penis. She had forgotten how huge and hard it could get and was once again amazed at his girth and steely rigidity of his cock. She breathed in deeply, letting the air out slowly from her lungs as she savoured the feel of her master once again. Sunita knelt beside her master, her knees touching his legs through the thin cotton of her petticoat. She placed her palms on his body, slipping them under his night shirt and lowered her head to his groin. Breathing in the familiar manly smell of his genitals, she parted her lips and engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth, running her tongue quickly across the tip. Hjjer was in ecstasy; he thought to himself that he had never got as much pleasure from making love with any woman before. Sunita worked her head fluidly up and down the shaft, her lips tightly sucking on his penis. She continued to work the lower end of his thick rod with her hands while her head bobbed furiously up and down, engulfing more and more of his cock with each pass. After almost two minutes she raised her head and looked up lovingly at her master's face. His eyes were shut and his lips slightly parted; a slight sweat had broken out on his forehead. Sunita lowered her head and continued swallowing the growing inches of Hjjer's thick cock down her throat. He knew he was not going to be able to hold himself back tonight. His hands reached for the top of her head as he mumbled to her that he was going to cum. He wasn't sure how to let her know but he was sorely tempted to cum in her mouth. He knew he had done so once before. He grudgingly tried to lift her head off him but Sunita resisted the pressure from his hands and instead shoved her head all the way down till her lips and She also continued to furiously stroke his manhood with one hand when her head was raised; her other hand lightly cupping and tugging at his testicles. Hjjer felt the orgasm building deep within him and before he could either push her away or even try and hold back, he erupted powerfully, sending huge spurts of thick hot semen right to the back of Sunita's throat. His explosion was so powerful that when his body bucked, Sunita's head jerked back so suddenly she might have sprained her neck had Hjjer not been gripping her head so fiercely. The spurts of his cum didn't stop till she had swallowed first one mouthful and then filled her mouth with another load, some of which was now trickling out from the corners and dribbling on to her chin. She swallowed again, then wiped her chin and once again took his penis into her mouth, draining it completely while he slowly lost his rigidity and hardness. Hjjer felt so completely drained that the tension went out of his entire body almost at once as he let his head sink back on the pillow and stretched his arms out to lie limp on the bed. Sunita was in a heightened state of excitement as her huge pendulous breasts lung low on to her master's thighs, the taut nipples grazing against the hair on his body. Through the quiet that seemed to have finally enshrouded them, they both heard the door creak again and Sunita knew her sister had just entered the room. Not wanting to unduly alarm her Sahib again, she pretended to ignore Anu's approach as she too climbed on to the bed behind Sunita. Hjjer became aware of another presence in the room and tried to look over Sunita's shoulder to see who it was; although the light was too dim for him to visually ascertain who it was, he knew instinctively that Anu was now seated on his bed. Having realised that Sunita was not responding to this intrusion, he concluded that they must have planned it all along. Smiling, he laid his head back on the pillow and raised his hands to place them on Sunita's bare back. My Maid, Her Sister, and Me Feeling his gentle hands on her skin further aroused her as she pushed up the sweater he was wearing till it bunched around his neck and lowered her head on to Hjjer's chest and took a nipple between her lips. Although it had only been a few minutes since his volcanic ejaculation, he remained hard if not as steely as before. Sunita slid her lips across the breadth of his chest and ran the tip of her tongue over his other nipple; it was already taut. He felt Sunita raise her torso and straddle one leg over him so that she was now fully above him, one knee on either side of his torso as she continued to suckle on his nipples and arousing his manhood. She wanted him inside her. Both Sunita and Hjjer felt a movement at the foot end of the bed and knew that Anu must be getting antsy watching them. Both of them felt one of her hands on them simultaneously; with her left, Anu clutched Hjjer's burgeoning penis and began to stroke it gently while with her right hand she began to lift Sunita's billowing petticoat up towards her waist. As Sunita felt Anu's hand push up her petticoat, her knuckles moving along the smooth skin of her thighs and rump she instinctively raised her hips upward. Anu wasted little time and releasing Hjjer's penis she raised both her hands to the side of Sunita's buttocks, gripping them as she moved her mouth on to her sister's ass cheeks. Her tongue began slowly licking from the base of the spine downward, and Sunita gave a soft cry of joy when the tip of Anu's tongue laved her directly across her delightful rosebud. Anu then pushed a hand between Sunita's thighs from the back and ran her fingers through the thick growth of pubic hair, stroking down her crotch but stopping short of her pussy. The juices had been trickling from Sunita's cunt for a while now and both Hjjer as well as Anu could smell the musky fragrance of her sex. The next stroke of Anu's tongue was back up from near her pussy to Sunita's puckered anus again and this time she started wiggling the tip against her rear hole. Sunita had been cooing and murmuring into Hjjer's chest for quite a while already but, as Anu's tongue continued caressing that very sensitive spot, those sounds turned to moans of bliss and she started pushing her ass back against Anu's face. Sunita pushed one hand down Hjjer's body, past her own cunt, and gripped his now solid cock that lay hard and flat against his belly. She felt the wetness that her own lubrication had created on him as she ground her body back and forth. Sunita was getting increasingly frantic as she pressed her backside far into Anu's face and her hips had started swivelling, thrusting her knees into the mattress. Anu's face was buried between her cheeks which her hands were spreading apart as far as they could. As Sunita shoved back, Anu pressed in as tightly as she could, and her tongue stroked up and down and back and forth. She tried her best to squeeze her agile little tongue inside Sunita's hole but found it was too tight there. Meanwhile Hjjer reached his own right arm down towards Sunita's thick forest of pubic hair and felt her grip his fingers, guiding them to her pussy until he felt the pearl which had pushed itself clear of its hood. Not wanting to be too rough on her clitoris, he first gently squeezed her clit between two folds of her inner lips and started to stroke in time with the caresses of her own hip movements against Anu's tongue. Her movements became even wilder, her body wobbling in front of me and her legs driving up and down into the bed. Sunita's cries became louder and Hjjer feared that someone in the quiet sleeping house might hear. He continued to stroke her pussy with his right hand but raised the fingers of his left and placed them in front of Sunita's lips. She opened her mouth and took Hjjer's fingers in, sucking on them as she continued to grind her buttocks into Anu's face behind her. Anu continued to rim her anus with the tip of her tongue, trying constantly to push it into the hole but Suni was too coiled up and tense with the passion and lust that had overtaken her body. Sunita was actually sobbing with bliss despite Hjjer's fingers in her mouth while her body jerked from side to side and back against her sister's face. For all the time she was building up to the throes of her orgasm, Anu kept her tongue stroking her rosebud and Hjjer's fingers kept caressing her clit until she climaxed, ecstatically crying out with words that Hjjer couldn't understand. After that climax, all of Sunita's muscles relaxed again, and she started sagging forward until she ended up resting her head on Hjjer's chest but with her waist and her ass still raised upwards. Anu didn't want to stop; she kept pushing the tip of her tongue against Sunita's sphincter and at the same time used her fingers to draw the nectar from her pussy towards her other hole in an attempt to lubricate it. Sunita's hand sought out Hjjer's penis and restarted a stroking motion, not wanting it to become flaccid. Anu meanwhile pushed one finger delicately into her sister's anus, using the mix of Sunita's cum and her own spittle to ease as far inside as possible. Sunita moaned again and pushed back against Anu's hand, willing her finger in deeper. After a couple of minutes when Anu felt that Sunita's muscles had relaxed somewhat, she pushed in another finger and widened the access. Sunita kept pulling on Hjjer's cock while he pushed his hands under her chest and took her melon like boobs into his palms, roughly rubbing against her nipples. Anu reached out to the windowsill next to the bed and picked up a bottle that contained an ointment like solution which had a floral scent. She poured out a substantial amount on to the inside of her fingers and used them to probe inside Anu's hole, easing as much of the lubricating ointment inside. She repeated this procedure three times and the immediate impact was her ability to now push four fingers into Sunita's anus. Sunita felt her muscles relax and at the same time experience a heightened sensation inside her. She pumped back into Anu's fist, wanting as much of it as possible to stay in her. Sunita was once again lying face down on Hjjer's chest as she now reached back to her raised buttocks and spread her cheeks with both hands. Hjjer's cock was in Anu's hands again and she administered some of the fragrant ointment on it while stroking in rhythmic tandem to Sunita's humping against her mouth. Hjjer felt a strange warmth as well as coolness on his penis as it seemed to grow stronger and thicker with each stroke of Anu's fist. Against the head of his cock, he felt the wetness between Sunita's thighs as Anu caressed him. Anu squirted a final big dollop and pushed it into Sunita's open hole and she grunted out an animal-like sound of a creature in heat. She repeated that feral sound when Anu slid three fingers into her ass, and she started squirming in ecstasy as her friend carefully spread the lubricant as far in as her fingers would reach. Then Anu grabbed Sunita's cheeks in her hands and pulled them asunder while pulling her hips downward till her rosebud was pressed against the knob of Hjjer's humongous staff. Still holding the Sahib's rod in her fist, Anu rubbed it up and down against Sunita's anus until a small penetration had been made, and instinctively Hjjer thrust his hips upwards. Hjjer was lying flat on his back with his legs going straight down to the edge of the bed. Sunita's face was just above his chest, her long cascading hair draped like a curtain around her head, falling all over her master's body. Her waist and hips were in the air but now Anu had drawn her to a level where her asshole was against the ramrod still cock which Anu held in her fist, keeping it upright, guiding it into Sunita's arse. This forced Sunita to raise her head off her master's chest as she lifted her torso and straightened her arms out, palms firmly on the mattress. Hjjer had still not been able to see Anu who was effectively behind Sunita; he did not know if she was naked or had some clothes on, but at this particular moment his focus was on a different plane. He was conscious of what Anu was trying to do; he had in fact fantasised about fucking Sunita in the arse some day but it was just a dream. However, it was now about to become a reality and he wondered if his maid was aware of what her sister was attempting to do. But Sunita uttered her happiest sound yet when Hjjer's massive cock wedged between the soft edges of her ass and an involuntary expression of deep pleasure escaped his lips as well. He was concerned now for her because he knew how thick his rod was when erect but Anu's ministration to her asshole with her mouth, her fingers, and the lubricant made it somewhat easier. While Hjjer hesitated in his upward thrust, he felt Sunita lowering her weight gradually on to him. Unable to see her face, he wasn't sure how much pain she was experiencing; she on the other hand was now focussed on giving her master pleasure, knowing from his breathing and his sounds how much he wanted this. He parted the screen of her long tresses and pushed them to the side of the face; looking at her for the first time since his explosive eruption of semen into her mouth twenty minutes earlier, he saw that her eyes were open. There was bliss and rapture on her face, no pain at all. A few seconds later, another thrust eased about an inch of Hjjer's cock into the tight hole and Sunita actually seemed to let out a pleasurable moan and he wondered if she had experience an anal penetration before, although he doubted it very much. With her fingers Anu continued to ease the passage by ensuring that no loose folds around Sunita's sphincter could pose a possible problem. She also took some more of the ointment and rubbed it around the still exposed half of Hjjer's cock. The touch of her fingers around his manhood prompted his body to make another pulverising heave, this time completely uncontrolled and he was through the tight sphincter at the entrance to Sunita's arse. He could feel the external muscles squeezing his shaft while those farther in had started massaging and drawing in the rest of his massively engorged penis. Sunita now wanted all of him inside and uttered as much to Hjjer who of course didn't understand her words but intuitively knew her meaning. His rod was now far enough inside that Anu no longer needed to guide it so she wiped off her hands and placed them on Sunita's wide hips. Sunita's muscles were squeezing and releasing the tight grip over Hjjer's thickness as it pushed further into her bowels; massaging it and sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He kept ploughing his cock deeper into her, as Anu kept lowering and adjusting her hips to facilitate the entry, until Hjjer could feel his own pubic hair tickling the soft insides of her cheeks. His testicles hung against the insides of her thighs as he penetrated her to her most intimate depth and they stayed like that for a few moments, both revelling in the waves of pleasure rolling through their bodies. Sunita was effectively on her haunches now with Hjjer's rod deep inside her; her knees were bent and folded back and her hands were on his chest as her upper body straightened out and she looked down into his face, loving him more than she thought was humanly possible. Despite the urgency of their sex her heart felt it like a bout of love-making similar to what had transpired between them months ago in her bed. With Hjjer's thickness now buried all the way up her arse, Sunita started using her hands to push away from the bed and backwards so as to draw him deeper inside. Hjjer helped by placing his hands on her haunches and gripping the fleshy buttocks. Very slowly he pushed her up so that his cock drew out by a few inches, paused for a few seconds and, equally slowly drove it all the way back into her. Sunita felt her hole being crammed full, moaned blissfully and thrust downwards to meet him. They continued like that for a long time, using slow, deep strokes, every one of them ending with their bodies jammed tight together. The lubricant had fully liquefied and was allowing a smooth flow in and out. There was no friction, just the feeling of Hjjer's huge cock entering and pulling out of a soft, tight hole where it was being cleverly massaged. With every stroke in or out, waves of pleasure swept through their bodies, and both maid and master could feel their climax building. Sunita's body swayed from side to side and then front and back as she tried to feel Sahib's gigantic penis against every part of her anus. Her hips swivelled and thrust as her knees touched the mattress when she bent forward and roe up when her haunches pushed down on to Hjjer's penis. Hjjer matched the rhythm and pace of these thrusts with his own, ensuring that his manhood ground in and out of her ass. Sunita was moaning and whimpering, almost sobbing, from excruciating pleasure as she now tossed her head from side to side almost whip-lashing various parts of Hjjer's body with her hair. She was gradually but surely approaching a climax; an anal orgasm. She seemed to cry out to Hjjer, begging for more; once again in a language he didn't fathom. When Sunita leaned backwards and his cock was buried all the way inside her, he peered down and saw her thick bush of hair mingle with his own. He felt the cool wetness from her juices all over his own pubic hair and his stomach. Reaching down, he pushed his fingers through the forest of her silken bush and reached her pussy; his fingers were immediately drenched with the fluid that was gushing out of her urethra. Finding her clitoris already fully exposed he once again pinched it gently between the folds of her inner lips, not wanting to trigger a sudden detonation of her fiery passion. But with a secure grip between his thumb and index finger, he started stroking her while continuing to drive his erection in and out of her hole at the same tempo. Sunita again bit down on her lips to prevent any untoward sounds escaping her but still mumbled a torrent of passionate and desperate words. Anu must have understood the pent up ecstasy that was now crying for release but did little to disturb the flow of ardour and excitement that was building up in the two persons before her. She reached between Hjjer's thighs and gently took his testicles in her hand, softly caressing and massaging them. She then placed a finger and ran the tip of it along the circumference of his rod along the rim of Sunita's anus; the point where maid and master became one. She was in an absolute frenzy now, swinging her hips in tight arcs over Hjjer's thighs while simultaneously moving her haunches up and down his thick shaft; Hjjer's fingers now directly toyed with her brazenly protruding clitoris and Anu continued to use her fingertip around the rim of her stuffed anal orifice. Hjjer increased the tempo of his upward thrusts to match the frenetic oscillations of Sunita's body, knowing she was on the verge of a colossal orgasm. When she came a deep guttural moan rose from her belly and escaped her mouth in a scream that Anu immediately shut off my clamping a hand around her mouth. Sunita's entire body went into a void, a state of nirvanic bliss, just moments before she finally exploded; fluids secreted from her cunt in torrential squirts as her body convulsed. Her anal muscles clamped harder than a vice around Hjjer's deeply embedded cock as she ground her anus hard into him. The storm crashed through every fibre of her body and her soul seemed to lift up to the heavens in her final throes of ecstasy as the passion finally began to abate. In the final seconds of Sunita's earth shattering climax, Hjjer felt his own cauldron begin to boil over. He gripped Sunita's buttocks with a steely grip of his fingers that dug deep into her flesh and pulled her down towards him as he rammed himself up into her hole. A fraction of a second before her tight anal grip around his erection subsided, Hjjer's fresh burst of thick hot semen burst out of his penis and gushed into her anus. Although he had cum barely a half hour earlier, there was still enough in him to fill her receptacle. Sunita's muscles seemed to milk his hardness as they clenched and released in a rhythmic succubus-like motion. Now feeling completely drained, Hjjer lay back exhausted as Sunita once again laid the side of her face on his chest. Although neither of them made any physical effort to detach themselves from each other, her loosened anus and his flagging penis uncoupled them in a minute or so. Sunita crawled off her master's body sideways and lay on her belly next to him, her left arm draped over his torso. The hot cum that he had ejaculated into her rectum now started to seep out and the coolness of it trickled down her crack to her cunt and then on to the sheets on the bed. They were both oblivious to Anu's plight; she had tried to make herself cum by fingering her pussy and her clit while her sister and her master were in a zone all of their own. Unfortunately she hadn't succeeded; instead she only worked herself up into a frenzy and now didn't know how to either climax or come down to earth. So she got up and went to the bathroom where she doused her face in with mug fulls of the chilly water. That distracted her enough to focus on the here and now. It was very late at night with only a few hours left till the morning. Anu went into the bedroom where Hjjer and Sunita were now both fast asleep. She looked at them and felt happy for her friend and sister but now it was time to wake her up and bring her back to her own bed. She shook her gently and whispered to her. Sunita awoke, understood Anu's beckoning, looked once longingly at her master and lover, then got off the bed and walked out with Anu. They turned off the low flickering flame of the lantern and shut the door silently to Hjjer's bedroom. ******* My Maid Kumari Hi, this is Abhi from India with a hot encounter with my maid kumari. First I will introduce myself, then about her. I am 32 years married guy with good looking personality. Hence I was always horny and search for new faces in sex, I got kumari in the search. Kumari was above 30 and below 35 with good color and nice sexy face. She was married and had a child too. She had nice curvy whitish body and xxl sized boobs. No one will feel her as maid because she is not a regular maid. Her husband was a driver and she was a house wife. She worked only for us. She always wore sari and exposes her belly and boob portion. Her measures must be 38dd 34 40. Actually she lived in a small house just in front of our house with her family. I can watch her every time from the door and window. I used sit outside to observe her while was in household works as pretending to read news paper. She too interested in me and wanted show her sexy assets more often. Whenever I was alone in the house she began show her boobs and thighs. I used to read paper by 7 o clock in the morning. If she knew I was alone in the house she began wash her clothes by the same time. While washing the clothes she adjusts her sari in between her nice boobs and tucks sari up to upper thigh level. One day both of us were alone in the houses. I woke up by 7 am and sat in the warandah by sipping my coffee after some time she opened her door and sat on the floor by cutting some vegetables. As our houses were straight opposite to each other there was no chance to others to watch us. I began to stare at her as she wontedly began to show her body. She wore nighty at that time. She tucked her nighty up to thigh level. Her milky white thighs were shining in the day light. As her dress was so loose and her boobs also visible to me. She was busy in her work I too in my work. I began to drink her beauty with my eyes after some time she just looked at me and smiled. I too smiled naughtily after a while she bent down to collect the vegetables, and then I got full view of her full moons. They were pink in color and nips were erected to half an inch size. I got immediate erection by seeing them as I wore loose shorts it was formed a tent after a while she brought her clothes to wash. Now she was so close to my place and she was almost 5 meters from me. While she was coming out she opened upper buttons of her nighty. As she did not have bra I can see her sexy boobs again she smiled at me and pulled her nighty to upper thighs. She sat before me and began to wash her clothes. Slowly I kept my hand in my short and began to stroke my cock, which was rock hard. We both were begun to show our feelings towards each other every half minute our eyes began to meet after some time she adjusted her sari a little upper, now I could see her little trimmed hair near her pussy. Her nighty was drenched with water and stacked to her body curves. I was trying to see her deep place below the hair by slowly rubbing my cock. She too began rub her boobs as they were itching. In the process she pulled her nighty a little down. Now I can see her almost full boobs. They were just like small water melons. While she wash clothes her big melons were swinging out and in from her nighty. I feel like in heaven after a week or so I was on the terrace by 9 pm. She came out to the bathroom and half closed the door. Slowly she began to open her dress. First she removed her sari and blouse. My god her beautiful melons were shining in the light. Then she pulled her petticoat down. Her thighs were as big as banana trunks. Her sexy novel was like a pearl on her sexy belly. First she applied soap all over her body and began to rub all over her. I forgot the entire world for some time. She finished her bath and left on a fine day our regular maid was left her work in our house. Then my wife asked kumari for a good maid. Kumari told my wife that she was interested to do our work as our house was just opposite to their house and also she will get some money for their family. My wife instantly agreed for that. Regularly she used to come by 6 o clock for work as she lived in front of our house. By the time I would be on bed only. My wife was busy in house hold works. First kumari used come to broom my house. She came every day by wearing a sari to work while she broom my room I used to see her melons hang through her blouse. Some days passed like this. After a month or so again I got a chance to be alone in my house as my family went to their native place. Next day morning I woke by 5 o clock began to wait for kumari. She too knew that I was alone in my house. I freshen up myself and began to watch TV. By 6 am my door bell rang. I went out and opened the door. To my surprise she too took bath and wore a nice sari. I let her in and closed the door. I went to my bed and began to watch TV after 5 minutes she came in with a broom to clean my room. I asked her to make coffee for me. She went to kitchen for coffee slowly I followed her to the kitchen. She was busy in making me coffee. I stood at the door by watching her back beauty. She had nice sexy ass and white curvy belly. I began to rub my cock. It got full strength like a rock. Suddenly she looked back and I was caught by her. She turned aside and I found her smiling in her slowly I gathered some courage. I moved to her and placed my hands on her belly. She got jerk in her body and turned around. Then I suddenly closed her lips with my lips. I began to pull her body towards my body. My cock began to drill her soft belly. I kept my lips on her whitish neck and began to lick her. She also hugs me tight as she was horny. Her big bulged boobs were trying to come out of her blouse after some tight embrace we separated. She told me to wait in the bedroom after 5 minutes she bring me coffee. While I sipping the coffee she completed the house hold work. When I went to the kitchen to keep the cup, she almost completed her work. I took her to the bed room slowly I unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't wear under garments for my ease. I took her pink nipple in my mouth and began to suck it. She kept her hands around my neck and began to pull me on her. I let her sat on the bed. She just pulled my short down and began to stroke my cock. It was like a roaring lion. She wanted to suck it. I kept it in her pink lips. First she licked it like an ice cream and then took it fully in her mouth then I got full mood and began to fuck her mouth after that I pushed her on the bed. I pulled her sari up and began to smell her sweet pussy covered with little hair. She had nice pink petals with bulged belly. I asked her to sit on my face. I drilled her pussy with my tongue. She began press her pussy on my mouth. I licked all her juices. I bit her pussy lips with my teeth. She moaned aloud with pain and pleasure. Slowly I bent her on bed and took doggy position. She lifted her ass up for my access. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers and to get lubrication then slowly I kept my cock in to her tight pussy. I began to stroke her pussy. She was moaning lightly. After some time she began to move her ass to and fro. I gripped her belly tight and fucked strongly then after I lay on the bed and asked her to ride on me. She lifted her sari up and guided my cock in her pussy. She began move up and down. Her tits were swinging due to her moment. I gripped them tight and pressed hard. She moaned aloud and began to fuck hard. Her juices started to flow on my cock. She stopped her play and took 69 position. She licked all her juices on my cock and pressed her pussy on my face. My face was filled with her juice after that she rested on the bed by lifting her legs up. I slowly kept my cock in her hot wet pussy and began to move fast. She kept her legs around me gripped tight. So I can fuck with more force after 5 minutes fuck I poured all my juices in her pussy and collapsed on her. We both cleaned ourselves and she left to home. There were some more encounters with my maids, deliver here in a very short perid. enjoy folks My Maid Loses Her Virginity I flew back to New Delhi after an overseas trip; can't quite remember from where. The monsoon season was at its peak and we landed in the middle of a very heavy thunderstorm. Parking bays at the airport seemed at a premium as a result of which there was a fairly long wait after touchdown till the pilot was cleared for an aerobridge. Although immigration and baggage clearance didn't take too long, I spent a fair bit of time at the Delhi Duty Free outlet trying to find a couple of bottles of good wine. While searching, I suddenly got the urge to buy something for Sunita. That took a while because I wasn't sure what I should get her, knowing her rather frugal habits. I decided on a small bottle of perfume, naturally French. By the time I got out of the airport and found Bahadur, it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. The heavy rain, and Delhi's unfortunate state of road drainage coupled to add another hour and a half before we finally reached my apartment. The rain had stopped and although I suggested that Bahadur could stay over, he insisted on returning to his home with a request for the morning off on the following day. It was Saturday in any case so I told him he needn't come in for duty till Monday morning. Bahadur helped me with my suitcase, placing it in the elevator, before we wished one another a good night. I pressed the penthouse button and leaned back against the walls of the lift, feeling very tired and exhausted. I had promised to send my notes to some colleagues in Paris and London over the weekend so I knew I had a couple of hours work ahead of me before I could actually relax over the next couple of days. The lobby light came on automatically as I stepped out of the elevator and walked to the door of my apartment. Being as late as it was I didn't want to disturb my maid who was possibly asleep, so I fished out the keys from my briefcase and opened the door. The bedside lamp was on and partially illuminated the living room. Across on the other side I saw Sunita's bedroom door open just a crack but with no light on inside. I quietly pulled my suitcase in, shut and locked the door behind me, and went into my bedroom. It took me half an hour to unpack, throw clothes for washing into a corner of the room, rig up my laptop, have a quick shower, pull on a pair of old faded jeans and a t-shirt, and make myself a Jack Daniels on the rocks. I decided to sit down and get as much of the work out of the way so I could enjoy the weekend without too much tension. I laboured for two straight hours and finished the report but chose not to send it immediately, thinking I would review it sometime later in the day after I had rested. It was almost 5 o'clock in the morning and I was unsure of what to do: should I go to bed and try and sleep? Should I go out for an early morning drive? I wasn't sleepy enough but I was too tired to drive around aimlessly. I stepped out on to my terrace and breathed in the cleanly washed air; the rain had stopped and it was relatively cool outside, especially if I could catch a breeze. I removed my t-shirt and felt the cool but damp air against my skin. The sun would start its journey across the sky in about an hour and a half, making the day muggy as it went along. I stepped back into the apartment and slid into my leather recliner, pushed the backrest to an angle, raised the footrest and lay back. But I was restless, and unable to understand why. I didn't want to put on any music for fear of waking Sunita. I wasn't sure what time she normally got up but I suspected it would be soon. I got up and made myself another drink, still wondering what to do. I hadn't had a drink on the flight; in fact I hadn't had a drink for the last two days which had been extremely busy. The alcohol began to hit me; a nice buzz coming into my brain. For the last week I had kept thoughts of my maid at bay; it was a conscious struggle because every now and again my mind would wander to her, sometimes thinking about what she might be doing at that moment, but more often to a place I wasn't sure existed. Ever since a particular episode some weeks, or was it months, ago I would contemplate the surrealistic hallucination that pervaded my brain. Or maybe it wasn't an illusion, maybe it had actually happened. It was driving me crazy trying to figure out the truth. I had a not too vague recollection of the night. It had been an emotional day of sorts with Sunita getting strangely depressed and my own inability to fully comprehend her emotions. I had gone out that evening, got slammed with booze at a couple of bars and returned home to crash into bed. But beyond that my recollection is in the fluid phantom zone although I can almost still feel the physical pleasure that I enjoyed after that. I can still feel Sunita's nakedness against me, her large wholesome breasts on my body, her hands and mouth around the thickness of my penis, her tongue licking the underside of my testicles, my own hands running through her hair... It's all so real in my mind. I even feel the huge explosions of semen gush from my cock into her mouth, her swallowing every drop. In fact my memory of the intensity of my ejaculation, the violence of my thrusting into her mouth, still amazes me with its reality. I even remember waking up with no sleeping clothes on, at least not the tracksuit bottom I generally wore to bed. Yet, I cannot say for sure that it happened, or for that matter what exactly happened. Maybe it was just a dream, another one of my many nocturnal emissions with Sunita playing havoc in my subconsciousness. And my maid had neither spoken nor hinted at any such occurrence; and I was simply unable to ask her about it. Now, still restless and slightly on the edge, I walked with whiskey tumbler in hand towards her room and peered in through the crack in the door but couldn't see anything in the darkness. With the toe of one foot, I nudged the door in by a couple of inches but still couldn't make out anything. Whether as an excuse or some other reason, I convinced myself I was getting worried not knowing whether Sunita was in her room and whether she was alright. With my free hand I pushed the door open some more and in the very faint light made out a shape on the bed, covered in a thin printed sheet. The light from my own bedside lamp across at the other end of flat cut through the otherwise pitch darkness of the apartment. I stood in my maid's doorway and stared at the figure outlined on the bed, taking an occasional sip from my glass. Suddenly my throat seemed to constrict; there was a dryness and a thirst that I needed to quench so I took a large gulp of the whiskey and left all rational thought at the door. I stepped into her room and pushed the door shut behind me without a sound. Draining the last of my Jack Daniels, I placed the tumbler on a shelf and proceed silently and surreptitiously towards her bed. Unable to turn around and leave her presence, I took a few more steps till I reached the side of her bed. Sunita lay on her side, her back to the wall, facing the side I was standing on. There was too little light, almost none, for me to make out the details of her face; the rest of her was covered loosely by the bed-sheet. The air-conditioning was running and kept the room a little on the cool side, perhaps 20 degrees centigrade. Once again, refusing to let rational thought prevent me from what I was doing, I walked almost zombie-like to the foot of the bed and stared up at her. Although the shape I saw was an amorphous sculpture of cotton bed-sheet, I thought I could decipher the indentation of her waist and the swell of her hips and the tapering of her legs beneath the cover. As I stood there, I noticed the woman's feet were uncovered; I bent down very slightly and rested a finger on her foot just to feel her flesh. A strange sensation ran through me as I stood there; I thought I could feel her pulse as I stroked an ankle with one finger. I felt a sudden warmth in my body and stopped to wonder if it was on account of the alcohol or was something more ethereal happening. As my eyes adjusted to the near complete darkness, I was able to make out the contours of her face, albeit very faintly. I walked slowly and silently to the head of her bed and stared down at Sunita, my heart now almost in my mouth. It wasn't fear of being discovered, although that should have been a concern. It was once again the captivating beauty of this woman; not just her physical beauty of which I was obviously enamoured, but more of a metaphysical kind, something that pulled at my heart strings. I felt my heart pump in heavy thumps as I continued to stare down at her. Then slowly, I bent my knees and lowered myself so that my face came in line with hers. This was very brave of me, but rational thought had long left my mind. I stared at her face, now seeing a lot more clearly; her long eyelashes, eyebrows that were thick but looked neatly trimmed, the gentle swell of her nose, a broadish forehead, one ear partially covered by strands of long hair, and her lips. Deliciously full and strangely gleaming in the faint ambient light, and a strong well rounded chin extending to a clearly visible jawline. Again, not knowing what I was doing, and not really caring, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. Drawing back, I observed the sculpted beauty of her sleeping face, then again bent forward and touched her lips with my own. Conscious that my breath would surely smell of alcohol, I withdrew and stood up but found myself unable to leave her side, unable to control any of my actions. There was a heavy but pleasurable weight that had descended over me; an emotional cloak that radiated love for this woman sleeping in front of me. The chill of the air-conditioning was seeping into my body and for one lucid moment I thought of leaving Sunita's room and going back out into the living room, or maybe even to bed. I was conscious that I was not in a state of physical arousal inasmuch as I wasn't sporting a hard-on, but there was a stirring deep in my body that I hadn't experienced ever before. The lucid moment passed. I turned and walked again to the foot of the bed; then bending one knee I moved partially on to Sunita's bed and stopped absolutely still. I was shocked at my own behaviour but equally aware that I no more had control over my actions. I pulled up my other knee and knelt on all fours, now staring at the back of her head. Her long tresses had no doubt initially been knotted loosely on her head but had since slid open leaving swathes of black silken hair all over her pillow and beneath her on the bed. I inched forward stealthily, stretching my legs out as I moved and settled down with my head on her pillow and my feet dangling over the edge at the other end. I was now between my maid and the wall against which her bed was placed; I lay on my side, my chest almost touching her back. Raising my head and resting it on the palm of my right hand, I looked down at her sleeping body. While getting on to the bed I had unintentionally dragged the bed sheet almost completely off Sunita's body, the covering now barely draped over her shins and ankles with most of it lying on the floor. She lay on her side, facing away from me, her head peacefully resting on her pillow almost a foot below my head. Some of the long strands of her hair delicately washed over her face and fell to the front of her chest. I could now smell the clean soft aroma of her bath soap and shampoo exuding off her hair and body. Bending my neck forward an inch, I placed my nose tentatively against her hair and breathed in the sweetness in long gentle inhalations. Still no sense of fear; I never for a moment stopped to think of the consequences if Sunita was to wake up. Or rather, when Sunita wakes up. I bent my head again and nuzzled her scalp, raising my left arm from my hip and placing it on hers. Then I froze. I was again hit by a random thought: how far did I want to take this. But that bit of lucidity passed just as quickly as the earlier ones with a "we'll cross that bridge when the time comes". I looked down at the woman that had stolen my heart, and now I was losing my soul to her. From my vantage point a foot away from her head I caught the profile of her eyelashes from above and for the first time realised how long they were. Although the light was very faint, my sight had adjusted completely by now so I almost seemed to have a peculiar kind of night vision. As I gazed at her length, almost literally from head to toe, I noticed she slept in a blouse and saree. Or at least she was on that particular night; perhaps she had not changed her clothes in anticipation of my arrival (which had been unfortunately delayed). It was a light powdery blue saree and the blouse was cut of the same cloth I thought. I picked up my hand from her hip and rested it tenderly on her left shoulder, letting my fingers soak in the warmth from her lightly covered skin. Her entire midriff was exposed from below her blouse down to where her saree was tucked into the petticoat. I resisted the urge to touch her bare skin although the desire was now exceedingly high. As I looked down the length of the bed, I observed the swell of her hip from a very narrow waist, and then the taper down to her ankles. Her buttocks looked firm because the saree fit tightly against her rump, the folds being dragged out front from under her. Looking over her shoulder, the shape of her large breasts looked perfect although much of the breast was draped with the pallu of her saree. Unable to hold back any more, wanting desperately to feel any part of her body, I slid a couple of fingers from where they rested on her shoulder a few inches towards the nape of her neck. Past the stitching at the edge of her blouse, I felt the skin of her neck and rested my hand there. The lowering my head again, I planted my lips on the curve between shoulder and neck and breathed her sweetness in. I moved my mouth very gently as the warmth of my breath glided over the back of her ear. I was now getting aroused; the stirring in my loins was just beginning and I knew that the moment of truth was not too far away. Sunita stirred. Very slightly, just a movement of her head and a small stretching of her back, and then all movement ceased. I of course froze. After a few seconds of absolute stillness, I slid down a few inches, let my head rest on her pillow, shut my eyes, let my face nuzzle the thickness of her hair, and draped my left arm around her. My hand touched the bed on the other side of her, forearm against her breasts, the elbow crooked over her waist. I lay absolutely still for almost five minutes, waiting for a sign of her waking up. She didn't. Or not apparently, only her body seemed to adjust itself slightly as though she was removing some tiny element of discomfort like a fold of her saree against skin. After what seemed an interminably long while, I moved my arm again. Bringing my hand back to her shoulder and upper arm, I stroked gently, my palm rubbing partially one the sleeve of her blouse and partly on bare skin. I rubbed along her neck, moving from the back behind her ear across to the front, letting my palm wander towards the top of her chest, fingers tracing the v-line of her blouse. Through these ministrations it was clear to me that Sunita was not wearing a brassiere under her blouse; obviously not wanting the cramped restriction while sleeping. I let my fingers stray lower into her cleavage which was extremely deep because her large breasts were pressed together as she lay on her side. I slid two fingers as far into the crevice as they would go, feeling a slight dampness as I rub between her swollen boobs. As I moved my palm against her chest, my fingers tracing lines from her neck to her cleavage and back, I felt my loins stir. Constricted by my jeans, my penis was hardening within the confines of the denim. I knew that a bulge was forming in my trousers and I would soon unconsciously begin to urge my body forward and against this voluptuous woman that lay next to me. Having disposed of my t-shirt some time ago on the terrace, my chest was already against her back and maybe she would feel my stomach against the bare skin of her lower torso. Unable any more to show restraint, I took her left breast into my hand, enveloping the fullness in my palm. As I squeezed her breast in my hand, I involuntarily shoved my pelvis forward and felt the bulge in my trousers press against Sunita's buttocks. I also felt her nipple harden against my palm so I took it between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it to full rigidity within seconds. Sunita sighed with a long exhalation as she moved her body slightly again, tilting her head on the pillow by a few inches and lowering her left shoulder towards my chest so that she was now not completely lying on her side. She was about half way between her earlier position and lying supine on her back. The turn of her hips that followed grazed the heated prominence in my jeans as her buttocks gave way to her hip which now pressed against my covered penis. I splayed my hand across her bosom, rubbing the other nipple to a tautness that pushed against the powdery blue cotton blouse, tailored to encase her tits to perfection. Bending my head, I nuzzled her hair and her ear, pushing further till my lips touched her neck. I pushed out the tip of my tongue and slid it along the nape of her neck, leaving a cool trail of a few inches that I thought would go some way in waking her up. My mind seemed to have decided on its own to brazen this situation out, long having given up a care about what the repercussions might be. As I massaged her boobs and lightly pinched her nipples, Sunita moaned; a sound that emanated from deep within her. I had no idea whether she was in a dream or whether she had awoken, or if she was somewhere in between. Lifting up my head, I looked down at her face to see a most beatific expression, tinged with small frown lines that appeared to express desire or even lust, maybe the onset of passion. As I looked at her, I began to unhook the front of her blouse; four hooks in place of buttons from the top of the v-neck down to an inch below the roundness of her tits. She didn't awake as I undid the blouse, separating the two flaps as I pushed one to her right side and pulled the other towards myself. Her breasts were firm although without the constriction they moved apart and the cavernous crevice of her cleavage gave way to a deep valley instead. Her nipples were centred in the dark aureoles. Although the absence of illumination made it difficult to gauge the exact colours, there was clearly a sharp distinction between the shades of her breasts, the aureoles and the taut nipples. I rubbed my palm in long strokes across the tips of her nipples which were now protruding by almost a centimetre and a half, the aureoles puckered both on account of the slight chill in the room as well as my actions. Once again she moved. This time in a long languorous movement, Sunita turned so that she lay on her back. I shifted backwards towards the wall so as to give her more room to get comfortable without any obstacles. Her eyes were shut, her lips slightly parted, the gleam of wetness still visible. She drew her right arm and rested it on her stomach, her left hand outstretched along the side of her body, dangerously close to the ever hardening bulge in my pants. The pallu of her saree had fallen off the edge of the bed as a result of which her upper body was now completely exposed to my view, apart from where the sleeves of her blouse still covered the upper arms. When she seemed to have settled down, I took my hand and rested it next to hers on the flatboard stomach, my fingers next to her belly button. I massaged the smooth flatness of her stomach, letting a finger occasionally delve into her navel. Pulling myself away from the wall, I let my body touch hers; my chest against her left outstretched arm and my thighs against hers. The warmth from Sunita's thighs filtered through the folds of her petticoat and saree and I could feel it through the denim against my own thighs. Lowering my hand from her stomach, past the point where her saree was tucked in at the hips, I let my palm move against the strong lines of her shank till I reached her knee. My Maid Loses Her Virginity I stroked her thighs, discerning the slight tautness of her muscles in a line from below her hip-bone at the side to the top of her knee. I rubbed up and down the full length and with each upward stroke her saree and petticoat beneath inched upward till it strained against wherever it was trapped between her body and the bed. Despite that, half her left thigh was exposed to my hand and I felt the smoothness of her skin with my finger tips. Sunita moaned a sort of "mmmmm" sound as she adjusted herself again, thus freeing the saree from where it had held. I pulled the folds further up till it was almost bunched near her waist on the left. On her other side, the cloth still covered her right leg till about the knee. I was now unable to lift my head from next to hers on the pillow for fear of disturbing her so I couldn't see down the full length of her body. Instead, still lying on my right side, I let my left hand explore as much of her as it could. Meanwhile the discomfort of my cock straining inside the tight compress of my jeans was getting unbearable, now made worse as Sunita's left hand, still lying straight against her side, grazed against the bulge. Ignoring that for a while, I rubbed her silky thighs from as low down as I could get all the way now to her hip. As I continued this movement, I stroked first the top of her thigh and then the inside. Knowing how sensitive the insides of her thighs must be, I was absolutely sure she would awake soon. Feeling the firmness of her flank, I pushed my crotch against the side while continuing to stroke her. In an involuntary move I tried to pull her thigh against my bulge but that had little effect. And while I was thus stroking, I suddenly found my hand next to her loins, the deep inside of her upper thighs and almost ejaculated in my pants as my fingers touched the curly outliers of her pubic hair. So unexpected was the feel that I jerked my hips hard against her as though to ram my steel rod into her deepest orifices. I realised that subconsciously I had anticipated a pair of panties that my fingers would encounter; I had even looked forward to manoeuvring my way past them but this nakedness of Sunita's most private part intoxicated me with the suddenness of its discovery. As my hand strayed deep into the hairy jungle, Sunita moaned loudly in such a definitive way, I knew she had awoken. Her thighs moved against one another; her pussy lips no doubt secreting juices that I had not yet felt. Her right hand which had so far rested languidly on her stomach suddenly moved down to her crotch, her fingers now touching those of my left hand. I pushed myself up on my elbow, still lying sideways facing her, and gazed own at her face as my fingers played with the thick bush of pubic hair. Turning so that I was less on my side and partly on my stomach, I stared down into my maid's face; she kept her eyes shut but her lips were apart and an ecstatic look seemed to have overcome her demeanor. I bent and placed my lips on hers, tracing their fulsome curve with my tongue. She didn't respond so I continued for a while before drawing my head back. I withdrew my hand from her crotch and moved it back to her wonderfully erect nipples, grazing across their stiffness before taking one of them in my palm. Lowering my head again, I traced the rather large circular area of her left aureole, the puckered halo around the stiff protuberance of her nipple. My tongue ran over the crinkled surface as it circled the base of her large erect nipple. I heard another deep moan from the beautiful woman as her chest rose slightly, as though in offering to my hungry mouth. I tongue-lashed her left nipple for almost two minutes while my hand clutched and released and massaged and caressed her other breast. Sunita's body wriggled in response, her legs began to splay as she parted them, bending her left knee and letting it fall against my hip. I turned almost on to my stomach, pushed myself lower down the bed and felt my massive though still constricted erection rub against the hard mattress, then raised myself on my elbows and placed my face above her wholesome breasts. I breathed for a moment over her stiff nipple, then lowered my head and took it into my mouth. For a fraction of second I felt the coolness of her tit before it warmed inside my mouth. I stroked her belly with my left hand while the right one lay useless on my side. As I sucked her nipple, my tongue simultaneously lashing its sides, my hand ran all over her flat abdomen, fingers once again digging into her navel. I drew her nipple into my mouth with as much suction as I could manage, my hand now straying lower to the top of her very bushy pubic hair. Sunita moaned loudly as my fingers probed and my mouth sucked on her. I pulled myself a little more over her so that I could reach her left breast, the stubble on my chin scraping the inner slopes of her boobs and the deep valley between. My fingers lost themselves in her thick undergrowth as I inched them lower and deeper into the bush. And suddenly she quivered, her body arched upwards as one of my fingers touched the hood over her clitoris. I pressed my face harder against her pillowy tits and my fingers went down still further till they were enfolded in her vaginal lips, lush thick undergrowth surrounding my hand and the warm wetness of her cunt enveloping the tips of my fingers. She gasped and her body arched in such a sudden jerk that I was afraid I may have hurt her. My face now lay against her boobs, moving from one to the other as I drew her nipples between my lips, softly biting every once in a while. My arm was outstretched along the centre of her body as my hand covered her thick triangle of bushy hair, my fingers probing her inner and outer labia. Against my bare chest I felt part of her stomach and a couple of her ribs as I leaned at an angle over her. Although Sunita's body moved enough to make it clear she was no more asleep, most of her shifting was focussed on her hips as she ground her pelvis against my palm. But now she removed her right arm from her tummy and draped it over me; I felt her hand rest somewhere on my back and begin to pull me closer to her. Her other arm was sandwiched between her side, my chest and stomach and the bed. She readjusted that within the confines of our bodies and I suddenly felt her hand against my swollen and painful erection. Without giving me any time to think of what was happening, I felt her undo the single button above the fly of my jeans and deftly draw down the zipper. Within fleeting moments, she had pushed down my briefs as I raised my hips to allow her hand more room to manoeuvre. After what must have been a very torturous hour of my making out with my maid, my hugely engorged penis was free of its restrictions and ramrod stiff. Sunita did not take my manhood in her hand as I had anticipated. Instead her other hand began to stroke my back in teasingly gentle circles, her nails occasionally grazing but not scratching my bare skin. I lifted my head from the warmth of her large breasts and looked down at her face. Her eyes were open and she stared back into mine. I bent to kiss her on the mouth, my lips moving over hers for a minute, my tongue teasing her lips for a while. And when I probed between the, her lips parted and let the tip my tongue push itself between her teeth. She it down softly, playfully, before her mouth opened and let me in, allowing me to explore the full depths of her oral orifice. My tongue met hers and played in tandem, making circular motions, allowing our juices to mix freely. As we kissed I was lost in the passion of the moment, not even realising that here I was in bed, making love to the woman that had overtaken every waking moment of mine for the last many month and had taken over my dreams so completely. I moved my body a little more over hers and my chest mashed her full breasts more violently than my hands had done for what seemed like hours. My penis, now rigid and upright against my belly rubbed against her hand and her hip. My own hand, still near her mound, I drew up to her face so I could hold her while we kissed. I kept my weight off her by resting on my elbows rather precariously but Sunita pulled me down so that I lay now almost entirely on her torso. When I raised my head, coming up for air, I saw that her eyes were shut. But she opened them immediately and her hand moved to the back of my head where I felt her fingers run through the long curly locks of my unruly hair. I wanted Sunita like I have never wanted anyone or anything in my life; I wanted to feel her body heat against me, wanting mow to get rid of our clothes and finally do what we had both wanted for all the months and days since she had come to work for me. I raised myself up off her body and pushed the two sides of her blouse off her shoulder, coaxing her to straighten her arms so I could release them from the sleeves. She raised herself off the pillow to a position halfway up to a sitting position and allowed me to remove her blouse completely, which I did and dropped somewhere above the headboard. She lay back down with her arms loosely crooked above her head and I saw for the first time the dark hollows of her armpit. Hair grew in the hollow space of her pits, drawing me to them in an uncannily magnetic way. I raised my hand and used my fingers to run through the smooth silkiness of the fuzz, admiring the texture and the primitiveness and the naturalness; the eroticism of the moment washed over my like a subliminal orgasm, so hot and charged was I to possess this unexpected pleasure. I pushed my nose and mouth into the depression and breathed deeply the aromatic mix of sweat and deodorant that exuded from within. I pushed out my tongue and tasted the sweetness of Sunita's pores as my tongue ran through the hair and the skin from where it grew. My cock was so hard and the involuntary reaction in me that caused me to thrust forward against her body brought me excruciatingly close to release. I knew I was going to find this prolonged sexual headiness impossible to contain for too much longer, but I didn't want it to end; I wondered how far I could push till a crescendo was reached. I breathed and licked and kissed her hairy armpits till I felt intoxicated; Sunita cradled my head, her fingers pulling me closer to her body as my mouth and nose pushed against her tenderness. Fighting the urge to stay where I was with my face buried in one of Sunita's pits, I rose up and felt her reluctant fingers release my head. I sat up on the bed next to her slim waist and the swell of her hips, my erection standing stiffly upright and protruding through the flaps of my open fly. Spending a brief moment admiring the dark shadows between her thighs and the firm lines of her muscles and ligaments, I straightened out the folds of her saree and pulled it down towards her ankles, covering her lower body. Then deftly, I upended the folds that were tucked into her petticoat and released them. Finding the cord of her undergarment that was loosely knotted, I untied the string and loosened the top of her petticoat. Then, with my fingers holding both her saree and the petticoat, I slid them together over her hips and down past her thighs, slowly revealing her complete nakedness. She lifted her buttocks so that I could slip the garments out from under her, and then bunched it all around her ankles. Leaning over towards her feet, I pushed the clothing off the end of the bed and stared at her full form. There was a slight sheen over her body despite the chill of the air-conditioning and her body emanated a heat I could feel on my torso. Feeling her thighs and legs, her hips and for a brief moment her buttocks, the sheer eroticism of the moment almost drowned me. I could see the delectable look of wanton pleasure on Sunita's face as my hands traversed the length of her legs from hip bone to ankle. As she lay completely naked on the bed, I drank in the view with hedonistic delight, wanting to touch and lick every inch of her body. I got off the bed and stood next to her feet, the light that came from my far bedroom across the living area and into Sunita's room suddenly seemed overly bright because my eyes had long since completely adjusted to the dimness. My jeans, already unbuttoned and unzipped, began to slip as I walked the few steps to the top of the bed; I eased them down along with my briefs and stepped out of them as I reached Sunita's head. I stood for a moment looking down at her and observed how she tentatively reached out a hand and stroked my thighs. The hair on my body stood on edge at the touch, my manhood still strong and upright trembled. She took my hand in hers and pulled, urging me back on to the bed. Carefully I moved, placing my left knee on the edge and raising my right leg completely over her so that I straddled Sunita's torso. I then straightened my legs and simultaneously moved to her left, taking up the same position between her and the wall. I rested my head on my hand and gazed down at my maid's face, adjusting my body as I lay on my side, my cock stiff against her hip while she continued to lie supine. I bent to kiss her on her mouth; she parted her lips readily and allowed my tongue to probe inside without any resistance. Our tongues met, swished and swirled, and then I felt her probe inside me for the first time. It was an absolutely consuming moment feeling Sunita's tongue in my mouth, exploring the depths as I felt it between my lips, on my palate, against the sides, everywhere. We nibble at each other's lips, sucked on them; there was so much longing in the kiss. My free hand found her breasts, gently stroked the nipples which were once again upright; I was still amazed at how large they were and far upwards they protruded. When I was out of breath, I brought my head back up and slid my hand down to the thick fur between at the base of her abdomen. After allowing me to play with her bush for a while, just as my fingers began to probe her cunt Sunita turned on her side to face me. Like earlier, the top of her head fit just below my chin and I felt her heavy breathing against my neck and chest. I lifted my arm and draped it over her, my palm against her back, trying to pull her closer to me. Her right hand was touching my penis but once again she did not take hold of me; instead she raised it to my chest and her delicate finger ruffled the hair on my chest. As she did that, her hand touched my nipple and I groaned quite inadvertently; a concentrated burst of erotic energy rushing through my body. She must have felt that because she took one of my nipples between her fingers and twirled it, letting a fingernail graze it to a hardness that almost matched her own. In response I lowered my hand to the small of her back and drew her closer in a tight grasp. Releasing my tight hold of her body, I lowered my hand from the base of her back to her buttocks; they felt so shapely and firm when her muscles tightened, then soft but still perfectly shaped when she relaxed. I let my finger run between her ass cheeks, feeling the shallow groove extend to a crevice like crack, sweat making the area damp with moisture. Then suddenly she had my nipple in her mouth and I felt a surge of orgasmic pleasure ripple like jagged lightening through my entire body. I groaned loudly and my hand immediately went to her head, drawing her hard against my chest for a fraction of a second. She lashed at my nipple with her tongue, took it between her teeth and nibbled on it, sucked it between her lips, then dried it with her finger tips and started all over again. At that moment I wanted her beyond desperation. Torn between the urge to simply penetrate her now with a wildness fuelled by a desire I had never experienced before, and a reluctance to stop her fondling my nipple with her mouth, I stayed still. My hand rested gently on the back of her head, pulling her mouth against my chest in tender waves. She then pushed my chest with her hand so that I was now lying more on my back than on my side, and started her ministrations on my other nipple. I was completely at her command with seemingly no will of my own; I belonged absolutely to her. It was a moment of subliminal ecstasy. I felt Sunita's hand glide over my stomach and on to my waist; as she continued to suck and nibble on my nipples, her hand stroked my thighs on the outside first, and then I felt her nails gently run lines on the inside. She still didn't hold my penis or cup my testicles although when her fingers stroked up the inside of my thigh, her hand would brush against my scrotum, making my body shudder as my cock tensed. Her breasts pressed lightly against my body, the nipples still hard as they teasingly brushed against my skin. Although I was now almost flat on my back, my right hand was still around her and I ran my fingers through the mass of her thick black hair trying to lay my hand on her palm so as to draw her harder against my chest. I knew I was incapable of handling so much pleasure without getting release shortly; I could almost feel my balls churning as though my semen sac was a container of violently bubbling lava ready to explode at any moment. As much to distract myself as to lavish my maid with more pleasure, I pushed her to lie on her back as I myself rose and turned to my side, once again looking down at her beautiful face. I realised that there was a little more light in the room and knew that the night was coming to an end. As Sunita lay on her back once again, I raised myself almost above her and kissed her on the mouth. My left hand found her breasts which I gently massaged, squeezed her nipples between my fingers, and let her feel the heat of my cock against her as I lifted my body further over her. Pulling myself completely over her, I kept my weight on my elbows while I searched for her nipples with my mouth. They seemed harder even than before as my lips lightly brushed them. From my waist downwards I rested on her body so she felt my massive hard penis solid as hot steel between our stomachs. My thighs were flush against hers as my legs extended to the end of the bed. She had parted her thighs just enough for my lower body to fit in between. I kept sucking on her nipples, using one hand to massage the breast that did not have my mouth on it. As my body moved I felt the thick bush of her pubic hair rub hard against my penis and the urge to find her cunt and impale her with the searing tip of my cock was once again overwhelming. Difficult as it was, I resisted the urge and moved my body lower; my mouth moved down her sternum from the steep slopes of her glorious tits to the flat of her abdomen as my tongue left a cool trail along the way. When my head reached the flat abdomen, I pushed my tongue into Sunita's navel and licked delicately while she squirmed a bit. Her hands were on my shoulders, gripping so tightly that I could feel the sharp edges of her nails dig into my skin. My hands were still on her boobs, caressing and massaging them as my mouth continued to explore downwards. I leaned in and softly kissed her in her navel again, the tip of my tongue probing in tiny circular movements. She gasped the first time I did this, and shuddered a bit too, but I could tell she wanted me to continue. When I slipped a little lower down her body, Sunita reached out with both hands to grab my head and forced my face into the thick mat of her hair that protected the steaming and aroused pussy. Wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as my own, I pulled my head away and kissed the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee. Again I used my tongue to lick the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, from her knee to her mons vulva. She shuddered, and I could smell the sweet musk that emanated from her most intimate zone to overpower me. My Maid Loses Her Virginity I kissed the inside of her left thigh and once again traced a path upward with the tip of my tongue, slowing a bit as I got close to the centre of her womanhood, then licking with increased pressure along the perineum, causing her hips to rise off the bed. I placed my hands on the insides of her thighs, gently spread her legs as far as they would comfortably go and slowly swept my tongue from bottom to top, the length of her pussy, causing another shudder to radiate through her body. She gasped, then let out a tiny scream and for a brief moment I thought she'd climaxed but couldn't be sure. Sunita was so wet; my tongue swished across the soaked lips of her cunt. My first licks over her vaginal area were long and slow as I parted the thick bush with my fingers and planted my mouth over her heated core. From bottom to top, with my tongue flat and broad across her open labia, steadily and firmly, I licked her over and over again, pulling my tongue away just shy of her clitoris. Her clit was poking out of its hood, fully engorged and begging for attention. I thought if I touched it with the tip of my tongue it would be all over - I'd send my maid over the edge in a mind-blowing orgasm - crashing like storm waves upon the shore. But I didn't want it to be over just yet; we had been going on for considerably more than an hour and I noticed the light constantly growing brighter although the drapes in her room were drawn. I continued licking upward, varying from Sunita's centre by alternating licks along each side of her mons - to cover every inch with my tongue. By this time my face was completely drenched in her juices and I was able to savour that special nectar that only an aroused woman can give. She seemed drenched with desire, sprawled flat on her back, breathing fast and moaning with lust. In the increasing but still dim light, beads of sweat glistened on her body. Her nipples were rock hard and poking out as her breasts heaved up and down. My hands had her boobs enveloped in a soft embrace as I used my palms to keep her stiff nipples hard and upright. After stroking her vaginal lips for some time, I brought my hands down from her breasts and placed them on the insides of her thighs next to her crotch. Using my fingers gently alongside my tongue, I finally licked her protruding clitoris. Sunita bucked so wildly when I did that, I almost strained my neck with the jolt. But I stayed on her clit for a few moments, licking it tenderly till I finally wiggled the tip of my tongue on it for a few seconds. I pulled away for a brief count and then did it again. She grabbed my head with both hands and held it down to her pussy, thrusting her hips upwards to mash into my face. I knew Sunita was in the throes of complete abandonment, unaware of her conscious state; everything she did now was born of pure animal instinct. I bore down on her clit with my tongue and started licking in frenzy. I lashed her clitoris, sucked on her labia, my mouth clashing against her cunt as she continued to drench my face with overflowing juices. She continued to hold my head in place, and her hips kept jerking off of the bed. I could feel her impending climax building - her hips rose up she arched her back and started to scream in pure abandon, thrashing her head from side to side on her pillow as she exploded in an orgasm she quite possibly had never experienced before. Over and over again she convulsed, riding each wave as it racked her body; to me it seemed as though bolts of lightning shot directly from my tongue to her clit, up her spine, through her heart exploded in a full body orgasm. As her body relaxed, I continued to gently lave her pussy as though I was licking off the last remnants of cream from her cup, careful not to touch the highly sensitive clitoris. Her fingers unclenched as she released her grip on my hair and her breathing began to slow gradually. I heard a deep sigh after almost a minute and then what I thought were sobs. I pulled myself up along the length of her body till my face was above hers. "What have I done, Sahib? I am sorry" she gasped between gasps of breath and I noticed tears in her eyes. "Shhhh!" I sounded into her mouth as I locked my lips with hers. I kissed her mouth, sucked her lips, kissed the tears away from her eyes and held her close to me. "Shhhh!" My penis was now aching because it stayed rampantly firm for what must have been close to two hours. I wasn't going to let my maid get emotionally drained even she was physically coming down from a high. I kissed her mouth again, holding her face firmly in my hands. I then slid down her body till my face was between her breasts, my hands drawing them against each other and rubbing from the outside in. I took a nipple in my mouth and nibbled gently on it, the other one between my fingers titillating them both back to an almost immediate erection. I felt my stiff penis between her thighs and moved my hips so she could feel the hot stiffness against her flesh. As I mouthed her massive boobs, I slid my hands down the side of her body and slipped them under her hips. I grabbed her buttocks and lifted up her body as I ground my cock against her. My own torso was raised and I looked down between our bodies; my thick penis was clearly visible in the morning light that had filtered into the room. The girth looked massive as it rested on her belly, the thick mat of Sunita's furry pussy equally visible further down. I saw that she was straining to look down as well; I felt her stir and there was what seemed like an immediate rise in body temperature. I needed my maid to go back into the frame of mind that we had been in since I woke her up in her bed a couple of hours ago. We would handle our emotional baggage later! She was silent for a while, contemplating what she saw and seeming to make up her mind about something. She reached for my face and smothered it with kisses as she climbed on top of me and pushed hard against my erection, sliding up and back until it felt like my penis was on fire from the friction against the thick mat of pubic hair and the hot wetness of her pussy juices. Her tongue found mine and we explored each other's mouths while I turned her on her side and began massaging her breasts. In turn, she used her leg to rub against my throbbing erection while her frenzied response to my fingers sent ripples of anticipation through her body. I reached for her pendulous boobs and gave her nipples and aureoles a rough chafe till I could hear her breath come in sharp gasps and a groan escaping from her mouth. "Oh, Sahib," she mumbled. "Again it is happening to me." She kept softly whispering words in her language which I was unable to decipher but I was incredibly aroused by her apparently approaching orgasm without my even touching her vagina. When I had turned her on her back and placed myself between her legs, I looked down and realized I was bigger than I could ever remember being. When Sunita looked down at my manhood, I heard her catching her breath quietly. But she lifted her legs, bending at the knees and pulling them up and apart with her hands, as if demanding that I enter her immediately. With every passing minute the room got increasingly illuminated. I paused for a brief moment soaking in the vision of this beautiful creature; I stared at her face for a while as she looked into my eyes, I wondered at those marvellous breasts and the dark chocolate colour of her aureoles and the size of her hard nipples, I peered down between our bodies and tried to get a better view of her thick pubic bush. But I was craving release like an addict, needing to spew my cum all over this body or maybe even inside her. I did not have a condom but somehow I didn't care although I should have. But I was way past caring. Carefully, I placed the blazing tip of my penis against the outer folds of her vagina and leaned forward to kiss her as I nestled myself cautiously into the opening. Sunita was incredibly wet with her juices seemingly flowing incessantly out of her cunt and down the inside of her thighs and rump trailing to her anus. I felt her body tense as I pushed my cock gently into her; I assumed out of anticipation. And then I had the shock of my life. It hit me like a massive bolt of lightning; my mind went into a whirl as I felt a slight giddiness. I had felt the strong resistance of Sunita's unbroken hymen. My lips were against hers and I felt the softness before I tasted salty tears as they ran down her cheeks to mingle with our kiss. And when I didn't proceed, she grabbed me hard around the arms and said, "Now Sahib. Please do it now. Sahib I love you. I want you take me please." With that, she wrapped her strong legs around my back and pulled until I had no choice. Her pleading seemed to rekindle my desire and take me in one nanosecond beyond the edge that my sudden high emotional voltage had placed me on. With the pull of her vice like hold on my back, I thrust forward with no control whatsoever. I felt the tip break though, it was like pushing into a tightened clamp, and once I had made it past the initial tightness, she let out a scream I feared might be heard outside the apartment. The tightness continued to squeeze me as I went deeper, and her screams turned to incoherent gurgles. Still, she did not resist and kept pulling me downward with her legs until I was nearly halfway in. Her breathing had gone from long gasps to a jerky staccato, as if she was in labour, and her head began swinging from side to side, whipping her hair against her tear-stained cheeks. I stopped then, because I couldn't stand seeing her in such pain, but the moment she felt this, she increased the pressure against my back. "No ... No stop please," she said between short frantic breaths. "Sahib, ahhhhh! My Sahib. Now please. Push to me hard." She continued in frenetic whispers, again speaking fast and urgently in her language. And so, with intense trepidation, I lowered myself again, feeling the unbelievably sensual tightness of her virginity against my yearning skin. I had gone in another inch or so and was moving slowly, when she lifted her legs from my back and laid them over my shoulders, leaving no impediment between us. And when I made one last thrust with all my weight behind it, I felt myself hit the very bottom of her vaginal cavity. The sensation of smashing against that final wall, combined with the tightness and her blood curdling scream followed by her heavy breathing was more than I could handle, and I slammed into her again and again. Somehow, my sweet darling maid managed to open herself even more, urging me on, and our bodies came together so completely that I penetrated her depths even farther. Still, the excitement and thrill of feeling I had gone so far was so strong I couldn't stop, and as she writhed beneath me like a captured animal, sobbing and shaking with a mix of pain and pleasure, I came with an explosion. I felt my fluids surge from me like molten lava into the ultimate depths of her, and my violent contractions went on for what seemed like hours. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, and again, I started to pull out, but she stopped me by squeezing her vagina even tighter. So, in spite of my exhaustion, I bowed to her obvious desires. Slowly, as if coming out of some kind of trance, her shuddering and convulsing waned, and she let her legs fall to the side, reaching out for me. Once she had me in her arms she began to coo softly into my ear, reassuring me that she was alright and insisting that I not withdraw. She ruffled my hair as she hugged me tighter. We lay like that until our senses seemed to return to near normal, while I felt myself shrink inside her. I also felt a strong flush of warmth flowing between us. Slowly, Sunita's contractions continued and strengthened until I realized that I was growing hard again. I was exhausted, spent, with nothing left but a continuing desire and intense love for her, but I could tell that even after all the trauma and pain, she wanted me again. As I grew hard and thick inside her, she raised her legs, offering me every inch of her depth and begging me without words that I could not understand. I had already had two of the most intense and satisfying orgasms of my life, and was astonished to find myself seeming to grow again to the point of nearly bursting. Another gush of warmth told me that even she had managed to come back completely, and it mingled with the blood to provide the lubrication necessary for me to begin moving in and out. And this time, even though there was obviously still some discomfort, her responses told me that the pain was mingling with pleasure to such a point of intensity that she was approaching orgasm again. I was unaware of how many times Sunita had climaxed that night and morning but my own had been the most intense I could ever remember. I had cum deep inside her, my cock had pulverised her cunt and I was slowly coming to terms that I had taken her virginity. I knew she had cum when I sucked her vagina and her clitoris, I knew she had come when my penis had rubbed the outside of her cunt, but I had not brought her to a final climax while I was inside her. So I started with slowed down thrusts, making them long and deep and as sensual as I could, and she responded by rising up to meet me. When she again lifted her legs to my shoulders, I increased the depth until I once again felt myself crash into the very limit of her vagina. Now her responses included short, quiet exclamations each time I hit bottom, and as I sped up and used more force, these turned again to screams, though I could tell that the pain had been replaced by pleasure this time. I was aware that my swollen cock had a massive girth and her virginal cunt was tight and this experience would also result in considerable pain. But I had ravished her on her urging and perhaps not considered the hurting that she must have been going through. But as the minutes went by and my engorged manhood stroked her like a well oiled piston, together we increased our intensity until our bodies were slamming against each other with wet slaps and I felt I was going even deeper than before. My penis slapped again and again into that final barrier, and her screams turned into frantic gasps, as we approached orgasm together. Finally, just when my body felt like it had nothing left, she let out a guttural moan, and we came at the same instant. Still, Sunita continued to grind her body against me as if she needed more, and I responded with all the energy I had left in a waning frenzy of thrusting and driving as deep as I possibly could, until she lay under me like a rag doll, lost to the world around her in complete and utter satisfaction. She lowered her legs back to the bed as my penis deflated to some extent, taking a long while for the blood to go back into its mainstream. I lay on her completely exhausted, my face in the pillow next to her head. After a few minutes I rolled off her body, very slowly, feeling my penis withdraw unhurriedly from her, slithering out in a final suction induced pop. I now lay on my back, one arm beneath her neck as she turned her body and nestled her face against my chest. I felt the cool wetness of our mixed juices in her cunt against my thigh as I drifted off to a very deep unconsciousness. I awoke almost six hours later, a little past noon. I'm used to sleeping frequently in strange hotel rooms on beds that are not my own so I wasn't very perturbed at my surroundings when I woke up. There was a duvet draped over me and the drapes were still drawn so the light, though much brighter than the night, was not disturbing to the eye. But it took me a few moments to realise where exactly I was. The memories of the night and early morning came flooding back in a cascading rush that left me confused; there was the high adrenaline joy of the passion and eroticism of the night, there was the wonder of Sunita offering up her virginity to me, there was the perplexity of how our relationship would evolve going forward, and there was the hesitant embarrassment about how I would behave and act in the next few minutes trying to get from her bedroom to my own. I got out of my maid's bed, found my jeans draped over a chair and slipped into them. Under the denims lay my t-shirt which I put on and then opened her bedroom door tentatively. The first thing I saw was a sheet of paper on the dining table saying "gone for shopping"; a great sense of relief enveloped me as I walked across the living room to my own bedroom. ******* My Maid Mitzi Paula is very strong on equal rights for women, so she was more lenient than I would have been with our part-time housekeeper, a young woman from Korea we called Mitzi because it was the closest we could get to her real name without stumbling over the pronunciation. Mitzi had a lot of personal problems, including a stormy relationship with her boyfriend, but my wife Paula was always willing to forgive her any failings in her work because she was after all doubly disadvantaged as an immigrant and as a woman. Even when Mitzi got pregnant my wife encouraged her to continue working for us as long as she wanted to; firing her for getting pregnant would have been anathema to Paula. So last weekend Paula was out of town at a Law Society conference in the capital. I was planning on idling the Saturday away and having a quiet day at home. After my shower I slipped on a robe and wandered into my study to check my e-mail, discovering to my surprise Mitzi was in there. I hadn't heard the vacuum cleaner going -- and that was because Mitzi was over at the liquor cabinet helping herself to a generous slug from my gin bottle. She looked over her shoulder at me, completely unfazed at my surprising her, and sniffled something about her boyfriend didn't love her. I could tell she'd been drowning her sorrows since she arrived for work; she was far from sober. I took the glass from her and put it down. She swayed a little in front of me as I gave her a few standard cliché's - I was disappointed in her, she'd betrayed the trust we'd placed in her, this was not the way to behave in her condition, etc etc. She was standing very close to me and I could smell her hair as she looked down while I lectured her. "And," I concluded, "Paula doesn't believe pregnant women should consume drugs or alcohol. When she hears about this, I don't know if she'll be willing to keep you on......" She gave a moan and said piteously "Please, not tell her. I need my job. My boyfriend no good to me. He says I am getting too big to be a woman to him, and I am scared he may leave me." She swayed against me unsteadily, and I could feel her breasts through the loose-fitting coat she wore to work. I felt a stirring somewhere and something twitched in the back of my mind. "Well, maybe I could forget this," I said after a moment, "but you'd have to persuade me." She blinked at me uncertainly and to make my meaning clear I took her arm and drew her close to me, so close that I could feel her swollen belly pushing against me. I felt the blood beginning to surge in my veins, warmth in my groin spreading throughout my body. She looked up at me, her mouth forming an 0 as she digested the message of my body language. While she was still taking it in, I pushed her gently down onto the couch and began unbuttoning her coat. It was a warm day, so I wasn't surprised to find she was naked beneath it except for some nice looking silk panties. Her firm young body was golden in the morning sunlight, and her boobs were full and round, bigger than they were before she got knocked-up. I closed my hand around one of them, hefting its weight as I felt the nipple digging into the palm of my hand. She moaned a little. I ran my hand down her body and rested it on the "bump", feeling the swollen belly heaving against me as her breathing quickened. I could feel my cock stiff and eager, pressing against my robe, and I hurriedly undid the belt and shrugged off the robe, leaving me naked and splendidly erect. My cock felt harder than it had in a long time, the head red and throbbing as it stood up and saluted my lovely young Korean maid. I took it in one hand and rubbed the head against the swelling of her pregnant stomach; she groaned as she felt the warm bluntness of it pressing against her. "Not tell," she muttered drunkenly as I began to peel off her panties. Her neat little pussy was framed by a beautiful wisp of pubic hair and I moistened my suddenly-dry lips as I looked down at her. The blood was singing in my ears, and I couldn't wait another minute. I clambered onto the couch with her and spread her legs invitingly. She murmured something incomprehensible, which I took as assent to place the head of my stiff manhood against the entrance to her delightful pussy. Pushing into her, I felt the glorious warmth of her surrounding my firmness. My groan of pleasure mixed with her startled yelp as I thrust all the way into her. Oh, she was gorgeous! I began to work my cock in and out of her wonderfully tight moistness, the couch's springs groaning as I thrust into her again and again. I could feel her swollen belly against me every time I buried myself to the hilt in her and this just stimulated me all the more. She made little squeaking noises each time I pushed into her and I found this curiously exciting. Her legs were spread wide, allowing me full access to her sweet little cunt, and I took full advantage of the situation, plundering her golden body without mercy. I suppose it was only a few minutes, but my forehead was shiny with sweat and my breathing was ragged as I felt my climax approaching. I began thrusting into her even faster, trying to bury myself as deeply as I could in her sweet young pussy. The couch was groaning and shuddering beneath us like a living thing as we rocked back and forth on it, almost drowning out my gasps and her squeaks. Finally I could bear it no longer. I clenched my teeth, trying to hold off just a moment more, but it was no good. "Nggggggggh!" I gritted as I felt the irresistible urge to empty my loins into her tight pussy, thrusting into her with one last mighty shove. She let out a strangled gasp as she felt the gooey white globules shooting into her core, my balls tight wrinkled little spheres as they pumped out their delicious cargo right onto target. I lay on her motionless for a moment, luxuriating in the ecstasy of my cock pumping my cum into her till I was spent and my cock started to slowly relax. "Gee, you guys sure make a racket!" someone said. My head jerked up and I was stunned to see my teenage son Teddy standing in the doorway of the room, towelling himself dry after a swim and staring at us with a wide grin. "I could hear you all the way down the hall." He took a couple of steps closer and I could see through his swim trunks he was hard and excited by what he'd just seen. I looked down at Mitzi, who was blinking at him in alarm. "Mitzi," I said, "you'll have to keep him quiet too if you don't want this to get back to my wife." Teddy smiled understandingly and wriggled out of his swimming costume, kicking it away as he stepped up to the couch. I was proud to see that his cock was as firm and erect as anybody could wish - the boy was a chip off the old block! "Come on, Mitz," he wheedled, bringing his stiff teenage cock close to her lips as she lay on the couch, her eyes trying to focus on him. Finally she opened her mouth and let him slide the cockhead into her lovely young mouth. "Oh yeah!" he groaned, pushing more of his firm young dick into her mouth as she sucked him deeper inside. "Oh wow, oh yessssss" he gibbered, filled with the sort of joy felt only by a horny young man whose wildest sexual dreams have just been fulfilled. I sat back on the end of the couch and watched him fuck her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on his thrusting dong. The more she sucked, the wider that silly grin on his face got. I could see that he wasn't going to last long under this treatment. Finally his back arched and he let out a cry of joy as he began to unload his sperm-filled balls into her mouth. "OH GODDD!" he cried, pumping into her mouth. She coughed and spluttered, half choked by the deluge of sticky white cum he deposited between her lips. A few drops found their way out of the corner of her mouth and dripped down onto her heaving breasts. I found the sight of Teddy's sperm on her nipples to be quite erotic, but I shoved the renewed stirrings to the back of my mind and clapped Teddy on the shoulder. "I think we'd better go now, son." He smiled weakly and turned to leave once he'd got his trembling legs under control. I looked down at Mitzi, with my boy's sperm glistening on her lips and my own cum seeping out of her pussy lips, and handed her the towel that Teddy had dropped. "Here, Mitzi, clean yourself up and I think you might go home early today...." I began, but I saw that her eyes had closed and she was breathing deeply and steadily. The combination of exertion and alcohol had caught up with her. I stood there watching her for a minute. The swollen golden flesh looked so inviting I found it hard to control my urge to explore it again. She grunted and rolled over, leaving her buttocks staring me in the face. I took a deep breath, watching her lovely ass as I felt my cock beginning to fill with blood again. I told myself that this was crazy, but I couldn't help myself. I climbed cautiously onto the couch and spread those lovely ass cheeks, revealing a beautiful tiny puckered hole. My cock was still slick from the pussy juice and sperm that had coated it during my furious climax, and I placed my newly erect dick at her little hole. I pushed forward, feeling the opening around the head of my cock. It was reluctant to let me in. I leaned into her, letting my weight bear down on her. Mitzi gave a startled yelp beneath me, woken from her stupor by the sudden feeling of an invader attacking her back door. I could feel the anal sphincter giving a little and I pushed into it even harder. Suddenly I felt it give and I popped into her little backdoor. God, she was tight! I could hardly get my dick into her, but I wasn't going to stop trying. The young woman on the end of my cock let out a little shriek as I slid another inch into her. She started gabbling "no, oh no, please no.... don't......" as I sodomised her beautiful pregnant body. I could feel the walls of her passage tight around me as I pushed into her, groaning as I entered the oh-so-tight asshole. As I knew I would, I was too excited to last for more than a few thrusts and after only a couple of minutes buggering her, I felt anew the fountain of cum blasting out of my cockhead. I was still for a moment, feeling the pulsing of my dick in her sweet bottom as I pumped sperm into her bowels. Finally I withdrew, and bent over to stroke her gently on the cheek. She looked up at me with glazed eyes, seeming hardly to know where she was. I whispered "Stay there and rest, Mitzi. I'll come back and see you later. I think Teddy and I are going to stay home all this weekend........" My Maid, My Personal Toilet Well this is my first submission to this section of the site and I am just as excited as I was the first time I made Scat love to my female Maid whom I am intensely in love with. Well let me tell you a little bit about me and my Scat maid Chayya, She is 38 years old is a married woman and is very dark has 34c boobs big round and black tits her waist is 30 and has a round butt of 34, I myself am 19 years old and am just average looking with 32d tits and a tight butt to compliment my backside but more than anything Chhaya love my eyes and finds them Intoxicating. Chayya was just average looking but I developed a Deep Attraction for her ever since the first time I saw her. I had Stained many a Panties and Bed Sheets while thinking of Chhaya but I was scared to make the first move towards her for fear of her Rejection but finally the day came, I had left for college as usual at 10.00 am and had told Chayya that I would be out till 5.00 but I got back by 1.00. When I got home I felt that Chayya would be sleeping and thus I did not wish to disturb her and opened the door with my Spare Key. When I opened my Door I felt a Dirty Stink like that of Shit coming from my Kitchen I went towards the Kitchen and peeped in and was shocked at what I saw, I saw Chayya sitting at the table with a Plate in front of her and what I saw in the Plate was her SHIT I kept on looking as she Shamelessly kept on Eating at her Shit. I was shocked, repulsed and did not what to do when all of a sudden I saw Chayya looking at me, the moment I saw her eye to eye she moved to me and pleaded to me not to be angry and listen to what she had to say. She spoke to me and told me all about how we all have our own Fetishes and how we must all respect each other’ Sexual Desires and not ridicule Fetishes and the entire talk made sense to me and thus I and Chayya reached to a pact that I would not tell my parents about Chayya and her Shit eating habits as they might Fire her from the Job. I went to my Room and from then on the more I tried to forget it the more it came to my mind the sight that I had seen simply got me in the head all that I would Dream of was Chayya eating shit from a plate. The next morning as I got up I got the best news of my life as I came to know that my parents would have to leave town for 2 weeks and WOW was I excited, they left the same afternoon and I rushed to my bedroom and got into my toilet and had a nice Shower and cleaned and rubbed as much soap as I could on my Butt and cleaned my ‘Brown Hole’ as much as I could. I went towards Chayya who was in the Kitchen and touched her Ass she looked back and stared at me and soon we were all over each other, while we made Love I and Chayya got into 69 Position which helped me to place my ‘Dirty Brown Hole’ exactly over Chayya’s Mouth the minute I did this I let go off myself and Shat all over Chayya’s mouth and Face. The minute I was done I got up and moved away to see what Chayya’s reaction was, and as I had expected she was Nibbling and Eating my Shit as if she were hungry for it from many years. I asked her if she liked my Taste and she said she found it the Best Thing she has ever Eaten in her life as she Shamelessly kept biting at my Turd. From then my Life has changed a lot and I don’t remember last when I have been to the Loo on my own as I am always accompanied by Chayya who willingly eats up all that my dirty Bum can produce and licks my ass clean thereby saving me of the trouble of cleaning myself. I don’t know how you all are Feeling after reading this Story but Believe me there is nothing than having a Walking Talking toilet like Chayya in the house as she saves you a lot of trouble of going till the Loo each time you have to answer your Natures Call. Many people whom I know feel that I am a hardcore pervert as I have Scat sex with my maid and let her consume my Shit and Waste Matters, but I feel that there should not be any distinction in this matter as even she is human and even she needs love. You readers mean a lot to me now so you'll tell me am I doing the right thing by making love to my maid??? Only Responses sent by Females to my mail box via e-mail will be accepted. I love replying to mails sent to me and will get back to your at the earliest, please note I shall not respond to Anonymous responses and you need to write in your ASL along with your response. My Maid, My Self And My Wife The story line which I liked very much, is by Prowler M (aka hunt.goodtime) and all credit must go to him for the idea. He gave me permission to edit it into a more western version and also permission to submit. When I got married, like all men I was incredibly horny, so needless to say at every opportunity I would fondle and grope my beautiful wife Mana all over her body. Initially she used to jump with shock every time I would sneak behind her and just grab her hard. In those days, there were just the two of us in the small apartment we had decided to rent rather than live with my parents. Since there was nobody else, we developed carefree habits, where in my wife would even be in her panties and bra while cooking in the mornings. I would just walk in nude, pull the panties down and have her over the breakfast counter, in my favourite position of entering her from behind. After several months when my business had really taken off in the private security world we moved to a large detached property. I had spotted a niche market for a failing division of my father's electronics empire. My wife decided to hire a maid, even though she actually enjoyed the housework. Our ever-improving status demanded she spent more time on charity work and helping lesser mortals in the world. By sheer chance Sachin my oldest brother, mentioned that his best friend was moving back to India and could not take his long serving Romanian maid with him. We didn't know the woman, but she had excellent references, so Mana interviewed and hired the widow at her place of work, but I insisted I vet her too. Her husband, a mercenary - had been killed in the Serbian/Bosnian war and she had since remarried and tragically her second husband and their two month old daughter had recently died in a road accident when a bus had overturned on a mountain pass while they were visiting family. She had escaped unhurt although slightly scarred but quite traumatised Sachin's friend had noticed. She said that she was desperate to work to support her large family in her own country having very demandings and was seriously in need of a job. When she arrived at our house to see if she would fit in and appreciate the property we lived in, I saw that while she was not young, she was very attractive in an earthy kind of way with long, glossy black hair and a swarthy complexion, the tint of which almost matched Mana's brown but more refined tones. Her build also was similar to my wife but her breasts were larger – bearing in mind that Mana takes a 38 C cup brassiere, which I could determine even through the loose and flowing full length ethnic gowns which were very colourful but faded. She agreed to be a "live-in maid", with us providing food and shelter. Anca, for that was her name requested that a percentage of her salary be deposited in a bank and a small agreed amount left with us so she could take money as and when required. She left with my agreement to her employment, much to Mana's obvious relief and said that she would come back in a week's time to join our household. During the time we were expecting our new maid to arrive, I was away in the Midlands on business but kept in touch with Mana on a daily basis. The day I returned home, my wife had indicated that she might not be there in the evening when I come back, as she was possibly going to a movie with her friends in the neighbourhood. I reached home at 6pm and entered the house. I heard some noises and stepped towards the rear portion of the house and I was pleased that I could see my wife in her favourite, peach coloured silk nightie, washing something in the kitchen sink. The globes of her buttocks were wobbling seductively beneath the thin material. To give her a surprise, I quietly went to my bedroom, removed my business suit, shirt, tie and socks, kept on my boxer shorts and quietly came down, crept behind silently, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her close, my head on her shoulder with her cheeks close to mine and although slightly surprised yet delighted she wore no brassiere, I grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Suddenly, I felt the heavy full breasts to be much larger and the nightie around the nipples getting wet. It was then I realized something was wrong, coupled with the fact that the voluptuous warm body in my grasp was wriggling energetically. I pulled away and to my shock and horror I realized it was not my wife but Anca. The shape, the nightie and the long thick lush plait of hair had deceived me. When I released her and she whirled to face me, my eyes went straight to her thrusting boobs, noticing very obvious wet spots on the nightie over her nipples, the wet areas growing in size. The simple woman, obviously distressed but subservient stayed mute and looked up at me warily as I asked what she was doing, when did she come and most importantly, and what was she doing in my wife's nightie. She explained that she arrived earlier in the day. As all her clothing was grubby and in a poor state, she didn't have any good clothing, my wife gave her the nightie. I apologized to her, explaining that I really thought it was my wife. Again and again I said sorry to her, although she was growing calm about the situation, maybe reluctant to challenge her new employer. She also understood the circumstances and said that we should just forget about the incident and not tell anybody. I agreed and immediately left for my room. I was curious about the wet spots that had developed when I pinched her nipples and grabbed her breasts. I smelt my hands and to my shock realized it was milk. I then remembered that the maid having had an infant daughter was in full milk production. It intrigued me, as Mana and I had not yet gone down the road of starting a family. I sucked on my fingers. It smelt and tasted like Glaxo milk formula, which I recalled from helping my brother Raal when his wife bore twins. I madly sucked my fingers imagining drinking from Anca's breasts, my imagination in full gear and my horny state even more aroused not having had sex for several days. I also, as Mana wasn't around to take a belly load of stored up cum, got some photos I had taken of my wife's cunt, pulled out my dick and wanked it hard, splattering a huge load of cum into a tissue. That night, on her welcome return, my wife enjoyed the vigorous sucking I did on her breasts, me imagining my maid and Mana surprised and happy about my horny desires for her body. After we had fucked in many positions, she had bite marks all over breasts, her dark bulbous nipples were sore and painful with almost an hour of sucking I did. Next day was Saturday, I was at home. Anca was wearing one of her old torn gowns, which was tight and I could see clearly that with her being bra less, her tits were struggling to break free. There were also wet spots in the nipple areas. My wife asked her as to why she was not wearing the clothes she gave to her. Anca mumbled something incoherent, which Mana heard, shook her head and turned away losing interest and the servant turned and gave me a slight smile and a lowered fleeting glance indicating what was happening on her breast. I also smiled back. The hard, large nipples and the milk, its smell and taste were still fresh in my mind and didn't need the visual prompt although it was very erotic. Sachin, who was very wealthy, having been in father's empire much longer than I had often suggested that I go some clubs with him, where we could pick up blondes and party with them and fuck them. I was still in throes of being newly married and only had eyes for Mana, but the conference I had been to recently had a lot of illicit goings on between executives and their secretaries, not a lot of which was hidden, although I never succumbed. Suddenly this east European woman had unlocked the usual male desires in me, purely with the heft and wetness of her big hanging tits. It gave me ideas. One of them was try a new product of ours within the private confines of the house. I was ready for a try and fuck Anca, thinking a few pretty presents would be easy persuasion on her simple peasant mind but I wanted to examine her more closely, which kicked in the other idea. I installed some tiny wireless hidden cameras in the bedroom and bathroom. They were motion activated and I would get to see her in private, doing things like dressing and undressing, washing, showering and going to the toilet. The other idea was simpler. I went online and bought some maternity bras and secreted them in my home office. I was determined to have Anca and this could be a route to her pussy. They were very sexy lacy bras, not from the high street chain Mothercare, but I checked them out for help on size indicators. In the end, while I enjoyed looking at the images, I had to guess her size, not easy and bought 40D. I also needed to see whether Anca was also pliable and therefore approachable. I started with by hanging out in just boxers whenever my wife was out. Occasionally I would let my cock hang out and give a clear view of that to Anca whenever she brought snacks to my office or was sweeping the floor etc. Initially, Anca was shocked but never complained and over a few days spread over some weeks, she got very used to my genital exposure. As luck would have it, having a live-in maid gave a lot of freedom to Mana, who is an outgoing person and she went out a lot with her friends as well, leaving Anca and me alone in the house. Over time Anca got more comfortable with me, she would chat about her life, her sorrows in losing her daughter and the double tragedy inflicted on her. I was getting extremely comfortable with having her around, in that I was enjoying huge wanking sessions watching videos of her full, still maternal body in its most intimate moments in what she assumed was private. Her documents stated that she was forty-two years old. She certainly wasn't in the first flush of youth, where Mana and I were in our late twenties and I revelled in watching her thick bottom, the overhang of her chubby belly, the sway and wobble of her huge titties and the thick black matt of hair that covered a large vee area at the pit of her stomach. I also noticed that in all the times she got dressed in front of the camera, she never put any panties on. I had sneaked into her room a few times before the covert equipment went in and while I never found a pair of panties, I was gratified to find that my guessed bra size was exactly right, although Anca's underwear such as bras and slips was extremely tired, slack and greying. I would occasionally give her a pat on the back, touch her shoulder reassuringly or sometimes wipe the tears away. I told her that her probation period was over and she would live permanently in the house with Mana and I and as a personal gift from me, a private – between her and I, gave her the fancy nursing brassieres. She was quite overcome with emotion as she fingered the soft beautifully designed undergarment. I daringly suggested if she liked what happened with the nightie on her first day she should wear it, and I will know what to do. She just smiled at that and left, leaving me very tense as to how she would react to that. Eagerly awaiting her, next morning, to my disappointment she came in her worn, now clean gown and blouse. It was a Saturday and my wife had planned a charity lunch outing with her friends. I wanted to fix some broken light fixtures in the house and decided to stay indoors. A few minutes after my wife left, Anca came to the hallway and told me through a door that she was done with the kitchen and other house responsibilities and asked whether I needed any help. I declined and was busy with changing the tube light fixtures and cleaning the ceiling fan in my bedroom. Some 30 minutes later, Anca bravely entered my domain and again asked whether I needed any help. When I looked down, I got a shock; she was wearing my wife's nightie. She also had a big smile on her face. I looked down, and asked her how she can help. She didn't say anything, just climbed on the bottom step in the ladder, slid her hand up my boxer shorts and took my flaccid hanging cock into her mouth. This was totally unexpected. Also, I could fully see her cleavage and her large breasts swinging inside her nightie, they were jiggling like crazy. The sight of this and Anca's sucking made me instantly blow a huge load of cum into her mouth. In all the time we had sex, my wife had never given me a blowjob, she just didn't like it from our early days and I respected her likes and dislikes. The new sensation was uncontrollable. Anca continued vigorous sucking and literally milked my penis dry of the last drop. Now with a laugh, she said that it was my turn to help her in the kitchen and stepped down and out, leaving me shaken and wobbling on the ladder. I was shocked, breathless and dazed at this brazen display of sexuality. I couldn't finish the job I was doing and jumped down quickly and followed her path to the kitchen. I entered quietly, my shorts in some disarray, my dick hanging heavy and wet against my thigh and saw Anca in front of the stove with her back to me doing something. She was still in the nightie. I went and hugged her from behind, my arms round her sumptuous belly. She straightened up and stood still giving me time to press my cheek on hers, murmur into her ear and grope her all over her body through the sexy nightie, starting from her strongly featured face down to her neck, shoulder and then on to her breasts and then waist and finally her pussy and thighs. Under the sensuous material her skin felt luxurious. On the way up I deliberately took time to rub her pussy, feeling the mat of pubes in my palm, while pressing hard with my growing penis poking into her ass crack. I then moved my hands up and lifted her breasts up and cupped them and began to squeeze them. I felt the nipple area getting wet. The wet spot grew in size and also became increasingly dark on the outside. I turned her round to face me and she had a quizzical look on her face. Then she broke into a wide smile, reached up, cupped my face and drew down my head, smashing it into her breasts. I traced all over her breasts, tweaking and probing with my tongue on her nipples, grabbing and pulling them with my lips, loving the very dark large fat lumps of milk membrane that were already leaking sweetly into my mouth. She then lifted the nightie up and got rid of it. Beneath she was totally nude. I got the shock of my life to notice how much thick woolly hair covered her pussy mound, even though I had seen it on video. My wife doesn't shave her cunt hair, she only trims it. This village woman had obviously never considered it in her life. She looked up and pouted her lips. I bent down and kissed her slowly and firmly. In no time, this turned into a wrestling match for our tongues. She grabbed my face and again took it towards her breast, mewing little gasps and tiny grunts. I immediately latched onto her near black nipple and started sucking it vigorously. The smell as well as the sweet taste of the milk that had leaked was intoxicating. I started sucking vigorously and a steady stream of milk started flowing into my mouth. Her enormous udders were covered in tiny blue veins beneath the dusky tone of her skin. Each nipple was surrounded in a crusty dark brown areola some three inches across. For the next 15 minutes I was like a baby sucking milk out of her breasts, emptying one after the other as she sobbed with relief at the hungry mouth at her gorgeous udders. Finally, my jaw was tired and was thankful that the milk also stopped flowing. I lifted Anca and carried her into the living room; I laid her out on the sofa and stooped over her examining her lusty raw body, in its prime fleshiness of new motherhood as she fingered my solid balls and erect tool. I kissed all over her body, quickly reaching and licking her pussy, once I had found the thick puddingy flaps of her capacious cunt through the forest of dense woolly pubes. I probed into it with my tongue and inserted my middle finger into her pussy and stroked it all around. Anca grabbed my thumb and put it on her clitty. I knew what it would cause so as she was anxious, I rubbed and tweaked it, sending her into raptures, with her body thrashing violently with every tweak of her pussy button. She started screaming, mumbling incoherently and asking me to fuck her. I levered fully over her and her thick thighs widened. I positioned my penis, took my finger out and sucked her pussy juice, it tasted ripe like onion juice and I was glad because I like pure vaginal juices rather than washed, showered and soapy smells. She was leaking the stuff like a trickle of sparkling cream that wetted the bloated lips of her pussy. I slowly inserted my knob, leaned down and supported my upper body on her and at the same time put my hands under her butt and started thrusting vigorously in and out. It was so easy, she wasn't tight and she was very very wet. The noise was obscene, her moans and wails, my grunts mixed with fat wet smacks of cunt flesh being hammered by the root of my cock, splashing our thighs and after sometime, a violent eruption of my verdant cum splashed into her pussy. I lay heavily on her as she cooed into my neck and ears, stroking my back and clutching my quivering buttocks tightly to her. Finally, as my dick had softened, I pulled out and rolled off to rest on the sofa, catching up on my breath. Anca went down on me, sucking my penis and cleaning it of all her pussy juice and my own cum mixture. I fondled her sloppy hole and found some of my cum which was oozing out of her pussy, which I showed her. She licked my fingers clean then collected more on her fingers and put it into our mouths and we swallowed it. Some of it she applied on her cheeks telling me it was very good for skin complexion. I asked her whether she needed any pills to avoid pregnancy; she mentioned that she had her tubes tied during delivery of her last child, as they didn't want to have more children. I thanked my lucky stars, knowing I must have set her breeding several of mine with the load I had shot up her peasant snatch, but could see not a small measure of regret and sadness in her eyes when she told me. We tidied ourselves and she gave the sofa a little wipe where some of our collective juices had dribbled down. I went to my office and on return, found she had retreated to her quarters, although her door was wide open. I entered and gave her the remaining ordinary fancy bras and offered to get some lace panties also but she declined, advising me that she never wore them since she suffered some rashes in her teens. I was aware of her lack of undies fashion but didn't reveal how, as I was perfectly happy to know she was around the house without barriers to her hairy pussy. From that day on, most of the time if it were just Anca and I in the house, she would be completely nude inside the nightie, although when Mana was around she wore more things and also the nursing bra. Several times each week, I drained her breasts and fucked her to my heart's content. My wife did not suffer any lack of attention from me, and I persuaded her to shave all her pussy hair off, unknowingly to give me the personal contrast. Anca taught me a lot about the woman's body, for instance I had never heard of the G spot and the simple peasant woman who showed how to find hers and the increased pleasure it could give orgasms, allowed Mana to enjoy the same intense sensations by me taking the time and identifying it in her pussy. My wife is very grateful to me for that. Later Anca introduced me to the pleasures of anal sex. Now -whenever I see someone in the kitchen and the circumstances are right I just fuck it, it doesn't matter whether it is Anca or my wife, life is perfect! My Maid Servant I am a businessman running my own factory. Last year I married Anita who is a computer engineer and after two months of our marriage Anita got a good job in a multinational American company. Since both of us were employed we had to engage a male servant and two female servants for cooking and other household work. All the three servants were aged between twenty-two and twenty-five years of age. The male servant was named Raju and lived with his parents at a distance of about four furlongs from my house and was required to come at 8.30 a.m. and to leave our house at 8.30 p.m. after the dinner was over. The older maidservant was Preeti and she also lived with her parents near about a furlong from our house and the younger maidservant called Roopa lived in a kothari in our house near our bedroom, as she had no one to live with. Unfortunately my wife Anita had to go to the United States for training for six months which was extendable by a further period of six months. After my wife left I used to feel quite lonely. In the day most the time was spent in the factory and the office and with my friends whom I used to invite for drinks and sometimes dinner but the real loneliness was felt by me in the night. Sometimes I could not sleep at all and used to rise very early against my routine when Anita was here. Then we used to leave our bed not before seven o'clock in the morning. One day when I had retired to bed for sleeping I saw Roopa standing. I asked her what is the matter for her coming at this hour. She said mujhe lagta hai ki aap ko bina bibiji ke neend nahin aati hai ( I feel that you are not able to sleep without my mistress). I said tumhein theek hi lagta hai magar koi chaaraa bhi to nahin hai (you are right but there is no way out). On this she said agar aap kahein to jabtak bibiji nahin aajaatin main aap ke saath let kar aap ka akelapan door karne ki koshish karun (if you say I may sleep with you till the mistress returns and try to remove your loneliness). I said agar tum mere saath so-ogi to log kya kaheinge(if you will sleep with me then what will people say). To this Roopa said kisi ko kaise pataa chalega ki main aap ke saath so rahee hoon. Jabtak koi aayegaa main uth jaaoongee aur bistar par aap akele rahenge( how will anybody come to know that I am sleeping with you . By the time any one comes I will get up and you will be alone in the bed). I said main sonch kar kal bataaungaa( I will think over the matter and tell you tomorrow). Next day when after taking my dinner and when Raju and Preeti had left and I had closed all the doors I retired to my bed for sleeping I found that Roopa had again come and asked me aap ne kyaa sonchaa (what have you decided). I said that tum mere saath let kar so sakti ho magar 6 baje tak uth jana aur tum yeh baat kisi ko bhi nahin bataaogi (you can sleep with me but you should get up at 6 a.m. but you should not tell it to any body). I said tum mere saath so-ogi aur mujhe chodne ki ichchha huee tab kyaa hogaa. Kyaa tum mujh se chudvaalogee?( if you sleep with me and I am aroused then will you let me fuck you?) Roopa said aap ki agar mujhe chodne ki ichchhaa ho to aap mujhe chod leejiyegaa. Aap jo bhi bibiji ke saath karte hon voh aap mere saath keejiye. Aap mujhe apni biwi hi samajhiye jabtak bibiji nahin aajaatin ( if you desire to fuck me you may fuck me. You may do whatever you do with your wife. You may think that I am your wife till your wife returns). I then asked Roopa kya tum jaanti ho ki main Anita ke saath kyaa kyaa karta hun?(Do you know what I do with Anita?). Roopa said aap wahi karte honge jo sab aadmi apni biwiyon ke saath karte hain. Aap unka chumma lete honge, unki choonchi dabaate aur chooste honge, unki bur chaat-te honge unki choot chodte honge aur shayad unki gaand bhi maarte honge. ( you must be doing what every man does with his wife. You may be kissing her, you may be squeezing and sucking her tits, you may be licking and fucking her cunt and probably fucking her ass). I asked Roopa yeh sab tumhen kaise maaloom huaa(where have you learnt all this). Roopa said meri saheli Shanti ki abhi haal hi mein shaadi huee hai who mujhe bataati hai ki kal uske pati ne uske saath kya kiyaa ( my friend Shanti was married recently and she used to narrate what her husband did with her the previous day.) I asked Roopa kya shanti ka pati uski gaand bhi maartaa hai(does Shanti`s husband fuck her ass also). Roopa said that Shanti ne bataayaa ki ek din jab uska pati use chodne chalaa to Shanti ne kahaa ki aaj meri mahawari ho rahi hai is par uske pati ne kahaa ki koi baat nahin aaj doosri tarah se tumhen chodein ge. Phir usne uski gaand mein thook lagaa kar uski gaand mein apna lund ghuser diyaa aur jab tak uski mahawari hoyti rahi roz hi uski gaand maartaa rahaa(Shanti told me that one day when her husband wanted to fuck her she told him that she has got menses then he said he will fuck her by other means and after applying saliva in her ass fucked her ass and had anal intercourse with her daily during her menses). Roopa then asked kya main aap ke saath aaj se hi so sakti hun?(can I sleep with you from today?) I said main kal tumhaare liye achchhe se kapde sabun aur kuchh cheezen le aaoongaa tab tum nahaa kar aur voh kapde pahan kar mere saath letnaa (I will bring clothes, soap and other things for you then you sleep with me after taking bath and wearing those clothes tomorrow). She said achchha kal se hi so -oongi aap ke saath. Main chaahti hun ki bibiji ki ghairmaudgi mein aap ka akelapan mit jaayye aur aap theek se soein (all right I will sleep with you from tomorrow. I want that in Bibiji`s absence you may not feel lonely and sleep well). Next day I bought few nighties and sarees and other things and soap and powder and perfumes for Roopa and kept them in my wife's wardrobe. In the night when Roopa came I gave her a nightie and soap and powder and perfume to wear after taking bath in my bathroom. After the bath when Roopa came wearing the nightie to sleep with me she was looking extraordinarily beautiful. The nightie was made of semi - transparent material and the boobs and nipples and pubic hairs of Roopa were almost visible. I said to Roopa main nahin samajhtaa thaa ki tum itni khoobsurat ho aur tumhari choochiyan to dekhne mein Anita se bhi zyada achchhi hain. Inhein dekh kar to mera lund khadaa ho gayaa hai aur meri ichchha tumhe chodne ki ho rahi hai (I never thought that you were so beautiful and your tits are better than Anita`s and seeing them I have got a hardon and I want to fuck you). Hearing this Roopa blushed a little and lay down on the bed beside me and said meri choot bhi bibiji se zyadaa kasee huee hogi kyon ki bibiji to aapse roz chudvaati theen aur main jaane kabse binaa chudi hoon (my cunt is also more tight than my mistress because she was getting fucked daily while I have not been fucked since long) . Agar aap mujhe chodna chaahte hain to chod leejiye (You may fuck me if you so like). She said main ne kahaa na ki jab tak bibiji nahin aatin hain tab tak mujhe aap apni biwi samajhiye aur apni biwi ke saath jo kuchh karte hon mere saath kar leejiye ( as I have already said till your wife returns you may treat me as your wife and do with me whatever you do with your wife). Then I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. Then I opened her nightie and started sucking her nipples. Then I placed her hand on my cock and asked her to stroke it ise mutthi mein pakad kar dheere dheere aage peechhe karo. Then I inserted one finger in her cunt and finger fucked her for some time. This excited her and she started crying ab chodiye mujhe (now fuck me). Then I inserted my cock in her cunt and started fucking her. In a short while she reached her climax and I shot my load in her cunt. After so many days I had a sound sleep so had Roopa. Since then I and Roopa lived like husband and wife every day in the night. You may send your comments.