The maid and the master – Part 1

The maid and the master – Part 1
Maid Servant
Submit Report This story is part of the The maid and the master series The Introduction:- I had been posted to Bangalore. My wife and kid were to join later after the school year ended. However, our live-in maid from Kolkata was not agreeing to shift with us. She was an old lady in her 70s and had been with my wife’s family for over 25 years. Her children were grown up, in Kolkata, and there was no way she would relocate. It fell on me to try and find a live-in maid in Bangalore. I found an apartment complex in Koramangala and got the watchman and neighbors to help me find a live-in maid. And when the maids would come, I would just call them in, and immediately do a video call with my wife and leave them to it. The maids were usually not satisfactory to my wife, but when my wife rejected Shanti, I had second thoughts. Time for some introductions. I am 6-foot-tall, well-built guy. I am neither thin nor fat. I have a well-built body but I don’t have a six-pack either. I have just a normal body except for my cock. With 9+ inches and 3 inches+ girth, I have a solid hard dick. And from the feedback from the women I’ve fucked, I know I’m well endowed than normal. My wife is a simple woman as are my in-laws who stay nearby to us in Kolkata. I have an active sex life at home and an absolutely raunchy sex life outside with young college girls whom I would meet in pubs. They are keen to live a good life and would fuck on the side. I had also regularly fucked the maids in my in-laws’ apt complex starting with their daytime maid. I fucked her one afternoon when my in-laws were asleep, and then she was blown enough to get her Bangladeshi friends to get banged by me. It was also easiest for me saying, “I’m picking up or dropping the kid with grandparents”, and sneak some hard good sex in between. Whatever happened, Fri night I would always fuck Tutul (maid 1) while dropping my son, and the entire weekend, I would fuck my wife, ending it with a hard anal fuck on Sunday night with Ruma (maid 2). On some weekdays, I would pretend to be late for work and fuck a college girl. Having an office opposite a nursing college hostel made life easy. And now, back to Bangalore, back to Shanti. While all the other maids who came for interviews were kind of ok, it was Shanti that I decided I wanted. Not for live-in even though I would have loved that. It was Shanti whom I wanted to catch and fuck right there. She was or rather, she is, dark skinned, but deep brown and with a glowing skin. She is 5 feet 5 inches tall, so I towered above her, and she had awesome boobs trapped in her dress which she could hardly cover with her chunni. Her hair was long and curly, and I could imagine her armpits and pussy jungles. Within seconds of her ringing the bell and me opening the door, I had a proper hard-on. But my wife rejected her since Shanti did not know English and our son didn’t know any language except Bengali and English. Not even Hindi. Shanti moved dejectedly after the call ended. I was thoroughly aroused. I asked her, “Kya hua?” (What happened?) and she told me, “Memsaab ko angrezi speaking chahiye” (Madam wanted me to speak in English). Then I told her, “Aap ek kaam karo, aap join kar lo, aur main aapko sikha deta hu” (You do one thing. You join here and I’ll teach you English). To which she said, “Lekin memsaab ne to” (But madam…). And I interrupted her saying, “Unko nahi kahenge. Main keh doonga ki wo aa kar dhoonde, aur ye kahenge ki day maid mein kisi ko rakh liya hai. Aur aap yahi rehna aur main aapko sikha doonga!” (We’ll not tell her. I’ll tell her to find one herself and I’ll say that I’ve appointed a day maid. You just live here and I’ll teach you). Shanti seemed ready, but hesitant and neither accepted nor rejected my proposal. She kept looking down and fidgeting with her chunni. Then I reached forward and boldly touched her chin and lifted her head. She wriggled a bit, shocked, but evidently aroused at my touch, and closed her eyes and turned her head to the side as I asked her, “Kya hua?” (What happened?) And she answered, “Theek hai saheb, jaisa aap sahi samjhe. Main apna samaan lekar aati hu kal. Mujhe mera kamra dikha denge?” (Ok sir, whatever you feel is okay. I’ll come tomorrow with my luggage. Will you show me my room?) As we walked towards her room, the corridor narrowed and I was horny as hell. I wanted to see her ass and leaned against the wall and asked her to proceed past me since the corridor was narrow. As she went by, the maid’s hip brushed my swollen cock and she took a sharp breath and continued to walk. Then I adjusted my cock and felt precum all over my fingers and stared at her back and ass. I knew this was going to be a good long hard fuck soon. The birthday:- Not much happened. In fact, nearly nothing. Shanti was shy and I realized she was a virgin. No conversation, but it was obvious to me that she was charmed by me. Clearly, she seemed to want things to happen between us. But she was scared of me as an employer and her master, as well as of the consequences. While I made my intentions as clear as possible, Shanti never opened up. I was busy at work most of the 2 weeks with the annual AOP process. Once that was complete, I was free. It was a Thursday and I was finishing up at the office, planning to take Friday off and use a long weekend with sex somewhere. I reached home early evening around 4 pm and there Shanti was. She was wearing a new salwar kameez with short sleeves and had flowers in her hair. I was surprised and even though tired, I asked her if today was special. She said it was her birthday and she had gone to the temple. I instinctively reached out for a hug and wished her, and she shyly hugged me back. That was when I felt the sexy maid’s soft breasts, against me. Blood rushed to my penis, making it swollen. I felt precum form at the tip.

As she hugged me back and I wished her, I put my arms around her tighter and pressed her against me. Her giant titties were now mashed against my chest, my cock clearly pressing against her stomach above her crotch. I continued to sing, “Happy Birthday” and when it ended, I hugged her absolutely tight, gave her a full-blooded wet, and noisy smooch on her cheek, and said, “Shanti, tumne to bataya nahi. Kaho kya chahiye b’day gift pe?” (Shanti, you didn’t tell me. Tell me what you want as your birthday gift?) She refused numerous times, saying, “Kuch nahi sir, aap waise bhi itne ache hai” (Nothing sir, you are already very nice), though never struggling to come from my grasp. In fact if anything, she was rocking back and forth lightly against my now rock-hard cock! But I didn’t want to take this woman’s virginity so easily. I wanted her to become my total slut. I wanted her transformed into a willing whore whom I could use as a sex slave. Don’t get me wrong, I really liked her and had no desire to harm her or anything. I just wanted a sex toy at home, a maid whom I could fuck as and when I wanted, where I wanted, and one who would do anything to fulfill my sexual hunger with no expectations from me. Shanti was the perfect sample. I now needed to get her pussy dripping, the inner folds of her labia itching, and her anus twitching, in anticipation of some good hard sex with me. To end our hug, I boldly reached behind, grabbed both her asscheeks and pressed the shy maid towards my cock, and whispered into her ear, “Main tera acha beauty parlor wala make up karwa ke dinner pe le chalta hu” (I’ll get you a nice makeover and then take you to dinner). Saying this, I pressed my crotch against her still holding her bum cheeks and said, “Abhi parlor se lady ko bulwata hu. Tumhe Chinese khilata hu, happy birthday” (Let me call a lady from the parlor. I’ll make you eat Chinese, happy birthday). And now I kissed her forehead, her closed eyes, her cheeks. All slowly. Then I felt her push her head back a little and extend her lips just a bit, expecting the kiss. Instead, I placed my chin on her shoulder/neck and smelt her hair rubbing my nose on the back of her neck, and with a final squeeze of her ass against me, I released her. As I picked up my phone to book a home facial and eyebrows, I saw Shanti. She was almost shivering, and yet sweat lined her brow. Her armpits were drenched in sweat and she was taking short deep breaths. She was moving one leg up and down on her toe, but really she was desperately rubbing her pussy lips together in absolute shamelessness. A moan escaped her lips every so now and then as she just stood. The salon fixed was just opposite my house. Elina, a Nepali lady called and said she could be there immediately. I thanked her and told Shanti, “Elina aa rahi hai, tum is chair pe baith jao” (Elina is coming, you just sit on this chair). And holding the servant by her shoulders from behind, I moved her towards the chair in my bedroom. And while doing so, we had to walk a few steps. I regularly rubbed my cock against her ass. Then finally before she sat, I hugged her from behind, pressing my hard cock fully into the housemaid’s ass crack, my one hand around her neck and another now across her waist, her balloon boobs now between my hands and I whispered into her ears, “Happy birthday again”, and kissed her cheek. While doing so, I switched my hands multiple times, moving them from her stomach to her neck and back, thus rubbing her boobs well. I felt her nipples harden. I kept kissing her and doing this for 3-4 full minutes. She was almost in delirium. She had already sort of got weaker knees and her weight fell on me, her ass on my cock and her head on my shoulder. She was deep breathing non-stop with long noisy regular moans. And then the bell rang and she opened her eyes. Then she raised her hands and gripped my arms, almost not wanting to stop, not wanting an intruder in our moment. But I wanted to take her to a level of horniness she would have never known. I gave a last press on her ass with my cock, and one hand just caught her breast and pinched her nipples, the other reached brazenly into her salwar, but not into her panty. And I felt a soggy wet cloth that had entered her pussy lips. Then I pinched her swollen lips and bit her neck. I felt warm juices flood my hand and Shanti collapsed losing control of her legs. I held her and put her on the chair and went to answer the door. The Salon Lady:- When I opened it, I saw Elina. A Nepali woman, fair as milk, and with flawless skin. For her short height, her mammary glands were nothing short of gigantic. She wore a uniform t-shirt and black jeans which were tightly stuck to her. My cock was already hard and now precum oozed creating a wet spot on my pant. Elina saw this, smiled, and said confidently, “Sir, you wanted a facial for your madam?” And I answered, “Not my madam, but she is my home help. It’s her b’day and I’m taking her out for dinner. The beauty treatment is part of my bday present”. Elina was truly impressed and also we were sizing each other up, and I said, “Come in, she is in the bedroom”. And Elina shut the door and came with her kit. We walked silently and the door was open, we saw Shanti now sitting on the chair. Her back was to the door. Her feet were raised on the bedspread apart and her hands were clearly moving fast as we saw her elbows go up down back and forth. Shanti had lost it and was masturbating wildly. Elina and I were shocked. I pleasantly and suddenly, I saw Elina’s nipples harden against her t-shirt. She coughed, Shanti hurriedly stopped and we both entered the room. I was speechless, and guilt was all over Shanti, the room smelled of her pussy, and she was drenched in sweat. What happened next, you’ll get to know in the next part.