Previous Part: Slow tease & seduction of sexy Indian maid – Part 1
There are two instances where I felt the maid Manju purposely teased me.
One was when I made a request to her for cleaning my cupboard. As I said, “Can you do me a small favor?,” she was doing my bed and she crouched forward, showing me her ample bosom, almost bare at that angle and she said, “Yes, anything.” I froze, I wanted to grab her and fuck her with my mouth exploring her glorious body.
I struggled to get my gaze beyond the cleavage which almost seemed like an offering in that instance and made the cupboard request. She immediately agreed and did a fabulous job as always.
A couple of days later, I was trying to attach a backrest to my work chair. I asked her to hold it from the front as I clipped it at the back. She complied, however, she leaned forward and bent over and her deep kameez showed me her tits to the point that I could see the left boob’s nipple pop out of the bra. I was mesmerized by those heavenly globules she donned. My cock sprang up when I was not even intending for it too. She saw me zapped but continued holding the backrest.
I feigned a struggle as if the maid wasn’t holding it correctly, only so that she could be bent over longer. Again, it was only the thought of the law that stopped me from making a move.
I wanted to throw the chair between us, grab her, and pin our bodies together on the bed. I wanted to rip apart her clothes and taste her, feel my hands on her chocolate skin, bite her waist, trace my tongue all the way to her nipples and suck on her breasts. I wanted to find the servant’s pussy with my touch and showcase my girth and thickness with the depth of the penetration. Of course, these were just going to be thoughts I was going to wank to.
Months passed and things remained at casual slip-ups to show her my dick and the gentle tugs. There were days I did nothing and feigned as if I didn’t notice her. There were days I only shared pleasantries and made small talk about the weather. I gifted her daughter an old laptop. I occasionally share munchies and sweets with her. And once in three-four days, I would let her catch me wanking through my pyjamas.
I wanted a new act with the sexy maid. Another play with fire.
My work chair was seated perpendicular to the entrance door of my room. There was a bed between my workstation and the entrance which the maid used to make every morning followed by sweeping and grooming. I admired her tits from my chair mostly when she bent on the opposite side of the bed to lay the sheets. However, this time in my pursuit to push the envelope, I whipped my dick out and gently rubbed it while staring at my screens. I dint look to see if she noticed and dint notice any change in her behavior.
I mostly cupped my dick entirely, with just the bulbous head popping out for her to catch a glimpse of. I felt safe thinking she would think I was unaware of her being able to see it. Over the days, I would give it gentle strokes across the full length. This almost became routine.
I noticed the servant would crouch and clean the nook and cronies of my workstation even with my dick out. But she stopped making requests like asking me to shift, etc when she probably noticed that I was sitting with my dick out. I didn’t know if this meant she was not comfortable or if she just preferred not to disturb me in the act of having to confront it. I was fine with that.
Over the months, I would put my hand inside my shorts, my hard-on very evident and I would wank under the shorts. She would know I was wanking and I would do it casually as though one is meant to wank whenever possible. She would see the fast movements of my hands in my shorts.
Life continued. There were times when she had her back to me and I would whip my dick out and wank 5-6 strokes, then turn around and finish in the loo. It was scary because anyone could have walked in. She could have turned around also and I might have shoved it in her mouth. Thank god for whatever self-control was left in me.
As the months progressed, I craved physical touch. One evening as the maid was arranging my cupboard, she donned a lovely saree which showed her torso in plenty. I slyly drooled and my cock twitched at the sight.
I walked across the room, crossing paths with her and between a corner, I pretended to squeeze my way out but inched close enough to get a feel of her sides. The touch of her soft skin. I noticed her not noticing. I wanted to stay still and keep feeling her waist exposed by the saree but I walked out instead to get water.
When I came back in, she was closer to my workstation. It was another opportunity to pretend a squeeze in and touch her. An opportunity I took up with my left hand, grazing her waist. This time, I knew she felt it too but she continued to work. I wanted to tell her how gorgeous she looked and how desperate I was to feel her even more, to place her on my bed and spend hours just on her lovely waist.
Her tits looked so pretty in that blouse and each time she opened the door of the cupboard to check if I was satisfied with her work. I nodded without looking at the arrangement but just her sumptuous tits which presented themselves like a rack of stick jaws in a candy store.
I was emboldened by this and spent days wanking to just that touch. I wanted her to know how thick she made me. Not just show it to her by slyly whipping it out, but really make her feel it. I didn’t want it to be obvious, it had to be an accident and I waited for the opportune moment.
It presented itself one morning when she was cleaning the bathing area. She would bend over standing and mop the floor. Her ass propped up in the most sexy manner. I walked in on the pretext of wanting to wash my face and she walked backward while bending over to mop. I let her bump into me. My dick like a flag pole pressing through the light fabric of my shorts made contact with her propped-up ass. I leaned in to make sure she got a sense of its thickness.
I heard her gasp. I apologized for not seeing her. The maid apologized as well and glanced at my organ jutting through my shorts. I ignored her glance and made small talk to make sure she sensed my ignorance about my own boner. I felt it was important to put up this innocence façade to avoid a reaction. I’d have an alibi of conversations this way in case the matter got escalated. I did wonder if when the matter escalated, given the number of instances I’ve crossed the line, would there really be a defense for me.
Was being caught wanking a crime? Was playing with yourself in your own room a crime? No being an answer to all these gave me the courage to move further with this act of debauchery. I wished there was some way to ask the maid point blank. But she was a married woman and if I were a devil inside her, I would advise her to sue me for all my worth and threat to shame me in return for money.
However, our every other interaction was pleasant and friendly. She really looked out for me. I fantasized that she enjoyed being an object of desire for me. My yearning was her fuel. Was I giving myself too much credit? Sure, but that was what fantasies allow us.
It was winter now and she was all covered except for the occasions when she wore sarees. Winters are mostly me whipping out my dick and masturbating around her pretending to do it discreetly. But she sees it from her peripheral vision.
The winter layering was annoying me and I wanted to push the envelope further. One day when it was only me at home, and the maid came over to do her chores. I put on my headphones, back towards the door, my workstation screen played softcore porn as I leaned back on my chair and wanked, showing off my 7-incher. I pretended to be zapped to the screen and the naked bodies fucking each other.
The servant walked in, and as always, she let me be and went about her chores. When she came near me to the broom, I pretended to hide everything. She noticed, probably confused if I was feigning or wanted her to see. I let her remain in that confusion for the same reason mentioned above, an alibi.
The next day, I did the same except I dint stop when she was near me. I turned a little to pretend to hide but my stroking actions and the porno on screen were in full swing. I came while she was in the room, finished and walked to the loo with a semi-hard dick pressing against the pyjama while she did the bed and I washed my hands. She knew why I was washing.
I enjoyed wanking knowing someone was watching. It was so thrilling. I made small talk with her about the weather and covid afterward, and as always, she responded in the same friendly manner. I wondered if she ever wanked thinking about me. The thought excited me, alas will never know for real now or will I?
More months passed, my wanking hours, my occasional flashing continued, and our friendship continued. I could walk in a towel around her and not blink an eye. I had maintained those finely etched lines of lewdness. I’d make a mental note of when I last gave her a feel of my thickness and hold on to the next episode for a good 6-8 weeks. Boner tugs and ‘accidental’ flashes were a weekly affair if not daily. Porn was something she’d catch me watching only on weekends, along with finding me asleep with raging hard-ons coming face-to-face with her.
As monotony built, my cravings for taboo got stronger. An idea started brewing. After giving it plenty of thought, I took the first steps.
It was a Sunday morning, I was alone at home. I knew I will get a full 20 minutes of the maid’s time around noon when she normally visits. The winter wave had gone and she was back to wearing clothes that highlighted her tits. I did the old trope of walking out naked from the shower and apologizing in shock. But this time, I pretended to lose balance and feigned a semi-fall in her direction.
I was leaning on the floor and exclaimed in discomfort and noticed her approaching me. She bent over and asked me if I was fine, gauging if touching me would be appropriate. I made it seem like I could barely walk. She held me up, but I notched up the act now and exclaimed further as if I needed medical attention.
I requested her to rub my glutes and she followed without any question. I pretended to come back to normal, and hugged the maid for her help, letting my towel slide as my erection rubbed her arm. I picked it up and stared into her eyes as I did a failed attempt at covering my crotch. I lay back and laughed at this awkward situation. This was a make-or-break scene – either she gets offended and runs out defaming me or she likes the attention. There can be no in-betweens.
I did think of the possibility of her relenting only because of the money but the lines I crossed were beyond that. I smiled as I lay back on the bed, butt naked and she smiled. Jackpot! I grabbed my erect dick and stroked it, licking my lips to make my intentions very clear.
She shied a little but I sensed she knew what had to be done. She looked at the window and the doors, obviously she was worried about being caught. I gave her assurance by pointing out the lock and then led my hands to lift her salwar kameez. The hands felt her waist and perfectly toned torso, hands gliding further upwards, and cupping her tits. Heavenly!
The bra was flimsy and cheap, a slight flick and her ample breasts spilled out and into my mouth. It all happened so quickly, I felt her freeze a little as my tongue worked her nipple. I felt her embrace the moment. The footsteps were heard and we quickly unlocked the room and she walked out with a smile pasted on her face.
The maid would walk in around noon, and I’d be waiting with my hard cock. She would make sure its when a bare minimum 10 minutes undisturbed window exists with everyone else occupied. She’d latch the door and start to clean my room like it was any other day. I’d get up from my work desk and walk toward her. She would feel my shadow in excitement and I would kiss her back and neck. My hands were groping her tits as I wanked.
I would throw her on the bed and mount her, she slipped off the salwar and my bare cock found the insides of the maid’s hairy pussy. My thickness did cause some distress but I had just 5 minutes to bust my nut. I pounded her like a mad dog and came in 3 minutes. A kiss on the cheek and I let her know to expect this every other day.
Some days were different. I’d be busy with work and she’d jerk me off on a work call with audio and video turned off. I got her to deep-throat my dick after a month of coaxing and now she can’t have enough of it. I get blowjobs when she’s down, however on one period day, she walked in and I was asleep, hung over from the night before, and woke up to her tongue in my ass. It was heavenly. She opened my ass up with her tongue and went to town with it.
To date, we follow this routine. Some days, the 10 minutes window turns to a 2hr window when no one else is home. On some days there is almost no window and all I can manage is a 5-second grope with my hands sliding inside her top from above and mauling her tits quickly or a sudden grab of the pussy.
My next task is to rip open her ass but that is a different story for when it happens.