Ratna looked into her home’s dull, slightly cracked mirror and adjusted her long, braided hair. She looked good, she thought. With a self-satisfied smile, she withdrew her gaze, looking away and giggling like a little schoolgirl.
Ratna had not been like this for a very long time. Life had been hard, but she persevered despite ups and downs. But the incident 2 weeks ago had changed her.
She remembered the first time she had visited his house. It was going to be just another job for her. Another house to fit into her schedule so she could pay her bills and keep her house going. He was a late twenties engineer working in the city who needed a maid to cook and clean.
He spoke very little but spoke in a deep, commanding voice when he did. He was very organized and kept things clean. Ratna often wondered why he needed her. He was on time with her salary and gave her festival bonuses without being prompted.
He kept the house running smoothly, teaching her how to write what she needed for the house. Even his movements were graceful, and unknowingly for her, he had gone from ‘Bhaiya’ to ‘Sahab’.
One day, Ratna came to the apartment as scheduled. But she was greeted with a sight unfamiliar to her. Two glasses and a bottle of alcohol are on the table. A woman’s purse lay there, and a few clothes strewn here. She heard moans coming from the master bedroom and tip-toed silently towards it.
There it was as she peeked in through the small crack of the door. Her ‘Sahab’ was having sex with a woman in doggy style, and they were going at it with passion and vigour. Ratna knew of males in her time, but he was a man. Beads of sweat were getting lost in the mane of a lion-like chest hair.
He held on to that petite woman’s waist, his stomach contracting ever so slightly as he penetrated her. Ratna looked transfixed, emotions surging through her body. The woman was lost in another world.
The longer Ratna looked at her ‘Sahab’ bringing pleasure to this woman, the feeling between her legs continued to increase in intensity. She was unable to look any longer. She ran out of the house and stood in the hallway, panting. The wetness between her legs begged for attention.
Ratna had never felt such a yearning. She wanted it. She needed it. It took a while, but this whirlwind of emotions calmed down. Ratna gathered herself and took a few deep breaths before approaching the door again. She pulled it to a close before ringing the bell.
She waited before ringing again. It was clear no one was coming to the door, so she left. Finding her way home in a daze, lost in the thought of her ‘Sahab’ and his nude body. She locked the door behind her and spent the day pleasuring herself till she was practically delirious.
The day had turned to evening, which had become night, when Ratna finally got up to her feet weakly. She looked into the mirror and saw her body, admiring it. In her mid-thirties, she looked like a woman in her prime. Her long, dark hair fell beyond her square, well-developed shoulders.
She gathered her heavy breasts in her hands and squeezed them. She ran her hands down her flat stomach and turned sideways to admire her round ass. Ratna felt like a beautiful, physical specimen if only her Sahab saw her that way and made her feel that way.
Ratna entered the house with a strange mixture of emotions the next day. The thrill of having seen her ‘Sahab’ engaged in carnal relations. The guilt of having had a voyeuristic moment with the man she revered, the excitement of the unknown.
He had not looked up once from the paper he had read since she came. She had served him breakfast and turned to leave when,
“Why did you ring the bell yesterday? Did you not have the key?” came his quiet but firm voice.
“I forgot the key yesterday and did not know whether you would be home, so I rang the bell. I’m sorry, Sahab,” she replied, unable to meet his gaze.
“It is okay, Ratna. You keep the house so well that it can survive your absence for a day.” He replied, looking up and smiling at her.
Ratna slightly bowed, smiled, and turned back, not knowing what to say. She just kept picturing him naked, his tortuous vein still in her mind. His manly body thrust into that woman. A deep desire to see him naked again stirred inside of her. She felt a deep longing for her ‘Sahab’ and a need to have him fulfil her.
So, for the next two weeks, Ratna paid more attention to how she looked and presented herself. Her hair was tied back in a braid. She bathed every day with a fragrant soap. She wore a pair of small earrings and a small nose ring on her straight nose, just a shade of lipstick that might draw his attention.
But a response never materialized. Ratna mused. He was too much of a gentleman to be inappropriate with his maid. Every day that passed only increased Ratna’s yearning. She spent every day thinking about him. In the confines of her small room, she pleasured herself with her ‘Sahab’ thoughts.
Her private parts had not been filled by a man since the passing of her husband 7 years ago. Her hands had only just begun working their magic.
As she served him breakfast once again, she turned around to leave, but something stopped her feet from taking another step. Whether it was her hormones, her deep desire or just the need of a woman for a man, she turned around.
“Sahab…” she dared.
“Yes, Ratna, what happened?” he replied, looking up from the message he had been reading.
“I did have the key that day. But found myself outside your room. You were having intimate relations with that woman. Since that day, I have been unable to think of anything else. Sahab, I want you, I need you. You are the man I have been waiting for. I want to offer myself to you. I want to give myself to you. I want you to take me like a man takes a woman and have sex with me.”
She said with all her courage, throwing her pallu to the floor. She signalled her clear intentions. Even though she was clothed, Ratna’s soul felt bare. He looked at her intently, his steely gaze giving away nothing. Her chest was heaving with this strong burst of emotion.
She waited for him to say something, anything. He spoke after what felt like an eternity, “Ratna, I do not know why you feel this way or what I have done to make you feel this way. But I don’t think of you like this. I will not be able to match any of your expectations of me. But the truth is, I’m a young man, and you, an attractive woman. So, If you are ready for a purely physical relationship between us, lay waiting for me on my bed, naked. I will find you.”
With that, he picked up her pallu and covered her back up, his hand running down her back. A touch sent shivers down her spine. She went home, even more confused than she had been and thought of everything. Her hand mindlessly wandered down between her legs and found her sweet spot.
As she rubbed and rubbed, wild thoughts crossed her mind. She couldn’t have been any clearer. He was right. This was nothing but the relation between a man and a woman. She wanted him, and he was ready to fulfil her needs. With that thought, she climaxed, ready for her ‘Sahab.’
The next evening, she strode confidently into the apartment. She knew what time he would be arriving. She left a trail of her clothing from the hallway to his room. She lay naked and waited for him.
As scheduled, she heard the lock click and closed her eyes, waiting with deep breaths. She heard him enter the room. She opened her eyes and her legs and said,
“Sahab, these will always be open for you, whenever you want them, for however long you want them.”
He looked at the ravishing woman in front of him, offering herself and her sacred prize, and he could not help himself. His manhood rose, and he took his steps towards the desirous maid. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. She appreciated his manly chest.
His buckle let loose, and his pants dropped. She finally saw his manhood, and her pussy tingled with excitement. He came over to her, and she sensed his weight on her. His lips met her neck, and he began to kiss her softly. Ratna closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch.
His chest fell on her breasts, and she pulled him closer through a hug. He was crushing her now. His mouth had found the flesh of her neck and had latched onto it, sucking it hard. His dick was right at the entrance of her womanhood. She wanted nothing more than for him to finally thrust it in and complete her.
And complete her, he did. With one swift motion, his diamond-hard pole of muscle split her flesh and found its way to her depths. Ratna let out a cry of desire, of lust, of fulfilled needs. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. She gave a solemn nod, and he kissed her.
It was the most wonderful kiss of Ratna’s life. His lips were the right amount of soft. His mouth tasted sweet. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth. Ratna was only keen to let him explore. His kiss worked its spell on her. She felt her legs spreading wider and the beginnings of a gentle thrusting motion from him.
His dick wasn’t particularly long or thick. But it was harder than she could have ever dreamed. Ratna had never felt such a hard cock in her life. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around his cock, squeezing it. His kiss extended, and Ratna’s moans grew louder as his thrusting motion began to pick up pace.
His hard piece of meat filled up her love hole. He began to bang his hot maid with abandon. His dick was parting her again and again, and her pussy clenched around him when he was fully inside. As he continued to fuck her in missionary, Ratna dug her nails into his back to keep him close to her.
His cock felt wonderful inside her. His hardness stung the walls of her slick pussy. He lifted himself off of her and continued the rhythmic thrusting of his hips. Ratna traced the vein in his arm with her left hand. She kept her right hand on his buttock to keep making him hit deeper into her.
“Yes, Sahab, yes! This amazing,” cried out Ratna.
He only grunted in response and began to thrust into her harder. He rammed into her slit with three rapid stroked before he would take a long, deep and slow stroke and then ram into her again with three strokes. He kept increasing the rapid strokes, alternating with the slow strokes.
He continued to fuck her. Ratna’s mind was lost in pleasure. Her ‘Sahab’ was fucking her like a true man. He was awakening some long-lost womanly pleasure inside of her. Her pussy became increasingly wetter with each stroke. Ratna’s trance slowly broke as her ‘Sahab’ changed his rhythm.
He was going slower than ever. It was like his love muscle was feeling every inch of her pussy as it snaked its way through. The weight of his pubic mound would stimulate her pussy as he pressed deep inside her. He intertwined their fingers and pinned her hand above her hands.
His pace began to pick up. His strokes were more urgent now. Ratna could feel it. He was gliding out of her pussy but plunging it back in with an increased pace. Her pussy was squeezing around his cock and milking it a little every time. His grunts were like music to Ratna’s ears.
His breathing was becoming shallow, his eyes were closed, his thrusts rapid and frantic. “Ra, Ra,… Ratna!” came out a scream of him. She felt his hard muscles twitch inside her. She felt his cock jerk and release its contents inside of her. That jerking activated her pussy.
His weight on her pussy was the final stimulation she needed. She felt her body rise with an orgasm of her own. She hugged him and kept him close. The orgasm coursed through her body and reached her waiting pussy and flooded it with all of her fluids.
His cum mixed with hers, and they lay together. The maid and her ‘Sahab’ have experienced a bliss they could call their own. He was still thrusting weakly. She just held him and let his hardness slowly go soft inside of her.
He dozed off in her arms, and Ratna let out a contented sigh, giving her all to her ‘Sahab’, slowly falling asleep.
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