Hello readers, I am Rahul from Chennai. This happened when I was working in Hyderabad. I and my co-worker Amit were given a 2BHK apartment by the company and to keep it neat, we hired a maid Deepika who would maintain the flat and also cook for us.
Things were going on normally. I would notice the Hyderabadi maid Deepika, normally clad in a sari which showed off her ample breasts, stomach, and navel sometimes. I noticed that even though Deepika realized that I was staring and looking at her assets, she never made an issue. In fact, sometimes when our eyes met, she would give a sly smile. With my roommate around, nothing could be achieved, and it was all in my dreams.
A few months later, other than just viewing and a little bit of brushing against each other, nothing happened. Then Amit informed me that he was going to his home town for a week due to some personal reasons and had applied and received leave.
I was very happy and hoped that I could make the best out of this opportunity with the sexy maid Deepika.
On Saturday, I met Deepika at the door and she began her work. When she noticed that Amit was missing, I told her in double meaning that he had gone to his home town and we were alone for a week, more so for the whole day on Saturday and Sunday. She just nodded and I could see a faint smile.
I sat on my system and was watching a clip in which a maid was working topless and later gets nude.
Deepika started getting her things organized while I sat back and fought the temptation. I have to admit, I didn’t fight too hard. Deepika was a fetching woman.
“Deepika,” I said, “Please don’t get angry, but I would love to see you do your work as the maid in the clip, What do you say? I will pay you to work topless?”
Deepika looked indignant, an automatic refusal on her lips. Then she paused and sighed.
“No Saab, I can’t,” she muttered. “I am embarrassed to do so.”
“Why?” I asked. “I see that you have fine pair of breasts. Why would they embarrass you?”
“I do have,” she said, and this time, the indignation showed. “I mean that it is not right off my blouse in front of a strange man.”
“I am not a strange man, you have been with us now for several months,” I replied. “I am willing to pay for it.”
I could see that the maid was thinking it over. It was just her breasts after all and I had no doubt that men were always looking down her top to see them. I could see her wondering what difference it would make if she took her blouse off.
“Hmm, you won’t touch or grab them.”
“No,” I said, smiling. “It’s just that I like your breasts, they are so nice, I would like to see them.”
While she was thinking that over, I took money from my wallet and held it so she could see it. She glared at me, shrugged, and slipped off her sari, her blouse, and bra.
I gave her the money, letting her see my sincere admiration. She had a lovely pair and they stood out firmly in dark brown coin-sized areoles.
She continued her work and I was taking in the beauty of her breasts, thinking that maybe I can try to get her naked totally. Then I reached into my wallet and took out some more money.
Deepika looked puzzled for a moment and then slightly shocked as she guessed what was on my mind.
“Oh, No saab, I can’t do that,” she said in a small voice. “I simply shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” I asked in a gentle voice. “You’ve already taken your top off. It’s not that much different.”
“I’ve never just walked around naked in front of anyone,” she replied flustered.
“Then you should do it just so you know what it feels like,” I explained. “It’ll be a new experience for you. You may even find you like it.”
I knew it was a lame and ridiculous reason for stripping, but I gave it.
Now that Deepika had a logical reason, apart from money, she went ahead and did it. I have to admit, I was surprised. I hadn’t really thought she would. I’d thought topless would be the most I could hope for, and I hadn’t exactly had high hopes for that. I wasn’t going to knock it though. I handed over the money I had taken out, enjoying the view.
I was even polite enough not to ask that she had a nice shaved pussy. It was a new experience for Deepika but that didn’t stop her from enjoying it to the fullest. Her nipples, I noticed, had peaked even while she was still pulling down her panties. Now the servant was totally naked, doing her work and moving around the apartment
When it became necessary for her to bend at the hips, I would see her breasts swaying gracefully beneath as she leaned over. If I was behind her, she would bend at the waist, legs parted to give her a proper balance; I was enjoying the view and was sure that she too was having a thrilling experience.
She noticed me watching her breasts and pussy while she did her work, I asked her about her life. She replied that her husband was drunk and did not work, hence she had to do housework to earn money. When asked about her sex life, she replied that it was non-existent. When he was horny, he would shove it in and pump for a few seconds and be done with it.
I realized that she was as hungry for sex as I was. I thought of taking things to the next level, I asked her if I can touch and play with the Hyderabadi maid’s breasts.
“It’s wrong,” said Deepika, “I never agreed to anything like that. You said you wouldn’t touch me, remember.”
I agreed. “I was sort of hoping that you’d overlook that once we got started, I want to make love to you.”
“But you’re not going to make love to me,” Deepika pointed out.
“Why not?”
“Why not? What do you mean, why not?”
“Why not let me make love to you? I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, and I will make sure that you will enjoy it as you have never before. Your body was made for a man’s attention.. Unlike your husband, I will take a very long time and make passionate love. Look how your nipples are pointing and waiting” and I drew her attention to them by lightly touching one. She blushed and moved away a little and tried to cover them.
“I can’t just do it, It’s not right.”
“If it’s not right, then how come your nipples are erect and I am sure you are damp & wet down there?”
I stood up and moved across to the sofa, I sat down and took hold of her wrist.
“Just sit down for a moment,” I said, tugging lightly, “and see how things develop. We can always stop if you want to.”
Deepika was still muttering half-hearted protests as I drew her down onto my knee, but she wasn’t exactly fighting to be free. Her feeble pushing at me stopped abruptly when she sat on my knee and I took a nipple into my mouth.
She gasped and just sat there while my mouth tasted her nipple and breast and then crossed over to her other nipple. I teased her breasts with my mouth while my hand was easing along the inside of her leg, moving steadily higher. Just before my hand landed on the Hyderabadi maid’s mound, I kissed her. She hesitated, but only for a moment, and then she was kissing me back. As soon as my hand went over her pussy, I gently squeezed there.
With one hand cupping a breast and rubbing the nipple and the other starting to explore her pussy, Deepika didn’t know what was happening. It was too late to object as her body was moving against me, enjoying the attention.
I kept this up for a while, stroking breasts and pussy while my mouth kept her lips occupied every so often and wandering further afield to ensure that her breasts still tasted the same.
After a while, I managed to ease her hand down so it was resting against my dick. It stayed there, just touching me, but also feeling what I had there. Feeling the outline of my hard dick, all her inhibitions were gone. Her hand eased over me, pulling the zip down and slipping her hand inside, wanting to touch me.
I was breathing heavily when her hand closed delicately around my erection and squeezed. We continued like this for a while, a little kissing and quite a bit of touching, her getting closer acquainted with my cock and me exploring her mound.
I stood and stripped off my jeans quickly, not wanting Deepika to have time to reconsider. I sat back on the sofa, leaning over Deepika. I had one leg of hers, off the sofa and was completely exposed to my lascivious intentions.
Deepika looked both excited and doubtful, lust and passionate, Ah, I, I don’t think it is right” she said nervously, watching as my cock started pressing against her slit.
“Deepika, stop thinking and start feeling,” I told her, pressing a little more firmly.
She didn’t say anything else, just lied there, slightly propped up so she could see what I was doing. I pressed just a little harder and her lips yielded, letting me in, but closing firmly around me as the head of my cock started sinking deeper.
Deepika was breathing hard, watching as I held her, letting me push home without resistance. I was only half way home when the game changed. She gave a little gasp and pushed determinedly up against me, helping me drive fully home with a single surge.
I could feel her trembling slightly as I lay there, inside her. It wasn’t fear or regret that was causing those shivers. It was excited eagerness. Deepika was pushing up hard to meet me as I returned.
I pushed up and her deeper in her pussy yielded and granted me the right of way. I pushed harder, pleased to find her both wet and tight. Keeping up a firm pressure, I moved steadily into the south Indian maid, finally thrusting myself fully inside her.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“It feels nice,” said Deepika, “I have never felt like this.”
We fucked each other. I took her hard, fast and happy. Deepika responded the same way, enthusiastically impaling herself on my weapon as I lunged at her. We bounced against each other. I was kissing her and being kissed while our bodies pressed against each other, my cock sliding in and out with great rapidity, sure of its welcome every time it drove in.
We enjoyed every bit of it. I kept driving in, letting my excitement build, noting in an abstract way that Deepika was still with me and building up a nice head of steam. She was starting to toss her head about, asking for more and for me to do it now. I was only too happy to accede to her wishes.
I climaxed, gushing into her, and the maid accepted it eagerly, closing tightly around me to ensure that she got all I had, pumping me dry.
She clung to me, legs wrapped tightly around me, arms around my neck holding me tight while her hips pressed ever upwards at me, trying to make me deeper with every stroke. It just went on and on.
Both of us were gasping. Soon she started whimpering and moaning, tossing her head from side to side and I drove in harder than ever. She was ready and kept pumping into her and sucking her breasts at the same time, she just gave a deep groan and I could feel her pussy clamping down on me, while she had a volcanic orgasm and shuddered in ecstasy.
Then we both collapsed, drained. Deepika was just lying there with this enormous smile on her face.
Deepika had tears in her eyes, she said this was the first time the sex lasted that long she has really had an orgasm. I told her that this was not the last. “Tomorrow I will give her the pleasure of oral, by sucking your pussy.”
She was surprised and shocked by it.
“No, it’s dirty, you should not take your mouth there,” said Deepika.
“My dear, tomorrow we will take a bath and I will suck, and lick your pussy till you beg me to stop, and then you can suck my dick.”
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