First, some background. I am a 23-year-old male from Mumbai, India. I am currently unemployed because of this cursed pandemic. I live in a big mansion along with my parents. Since my mother has a few illnesses, we have hired a maid who does most of the work in the house, including cooking, cleaning, washing utensils, etc.
Now, let’s check out the heroine of this story. Our maid is named Priya (the name changed at her request). She is a 25-year-old woman who lives in a nearby slum. She has a husband and a 7-year old son. She barely used to make her ends meet before we hired her. Now, she gets paid handsomely by my father and doesn’t complain.
Priya is a very sweet lady and does all the work very efficiently. All of us like her company. She has been working in our household for 5 years now. She comes once in the morning and once in the evening.
Our maid is a busty young woman with a darkish complexion. She has average height, about 5 feet 5 inches, a bit shorter than me. She isn’t very fat but she has large boobs and ass. I know this because she often wears tight churidars to work and the bulge made by her boobs makes my eyes pop.
I don’t think she wears a bra. Whenever she bends down to wipe the floor, her cleavage is visible in all its glory for everyone to see! I have even noticed my father sneak side glances at the maid’s boobs when she bends down to wipe the floor.
Priya also has an ass to die for. When she bends down, you often have a glorious view of her ass. I often get a hard-on peering at her ass and want nothing more than to ram her from behind and tear her ass to pieces with my cock!
You must be wondering by now, that I was only 18 the first time she came to work in my house, how come it took me 5 years to finally bed her? The simple answer is that I used to have a girlfriend since my first year of college. Used to, because she broke up with me just last year.
I had sex with her thrice at college and once in my own home. She was what you call the perfect combination – wit and brains with eye-busting beauty and sexiness. But my romance with her is stories for another time.
To put it simply, while I was with her, I simply couldn’t think of any other girl. Ever since breaking up with her, I have missed the feeling of sex.
The craving had increased so much that I masturbated daily twice or thrice, and no woman was spared my lustful gazes. Fortunately, I found our maid Priya to focus on. I imagined her, and only her, while masturbating.
When she came to my room to clean it, I would sit up on the bed and watch her wipe the floor. Her cleavage was on full display every single day and I regularly clicked photos of it and masturbated to them.
I got no chance with her simply because my parents had been at home since the start of the pandemic last year and always kept a keen watch on me. Priya took about ten minutes to clean my room, an extremely short time to do anything.
So, I kept waiting for a single opportunity, a single window to make my move. Fortunately, the window came soon and unexpectedly.
In February, when the pandemic levels were at an all-time low in India, father got an urgent assignment for which he had to go to Delhi for three weeks. Since he has several ailments, he needed my mother to take care of him, so she had to go with him too.
Mother asked me to stay at home, for someone needed to take care of the house. I couldn’t agree more and I nodded very seriously and listened to all her instructions, all the while smiling inside.
So, they left and I was left alone in my large home. The maid had been instructed to stay at my home from morning till evening to look after my needs. She agreed, but only after negotiating a pay rise. I couldn’t be any happier.
The next morning, Priya came at 10 am, as usual. She was very cheery and often chatted with me when she was alone with me in my room. She was a very social media savvy girl.
In my house, I was the only one close to her age. Hence, she could chat about the modern trendy topics, like various social media trends, the latest movies, Bollywood gossip, etc.
That day, I stayed with her while she was cooking and cleaning. We were chatting about our lives all the while. Gradually, the conversation moved to my college and then inevitably, to my girlfriend. All conversations took place in Hindi, I am reproducing them here in English for clarity.
“What about your female friend who used to come to our house regularly? Haven’t seen her in many years.”
“Oh, she is fine.”
“Why has she stopped visiting?”
“Umm.. it’s nothing..”
“Tell me..I am like your friend na?”
With a sigh, I told her that she had broken up with me. I must have been looking very forlorn, for Priya came up to me and hugged me. I was momentarily taken aback by the gesture, but I hugged her back. “Everything will be all right eventually, you’ll see. You are a good boy and any girl will be lucky to have you.”
Meanwhile, I could feel the maid’s boobs crushing against my body and I was starting to get a hard-on. My face was buried in her shoulder and I could feel her aroma and the scent of her hair. It just increased my sexual desire and I was overcome by a sudden urge to take her right there.
“Thank you, didi..You are so nice to me. You are a true friend.”
I don’t know if she felt the hard-on or if the hug was getting a bit too long, but she broke off the hug, looking a bit embarrassed and red-faced. She snuck in a glance at the bulge in my pants before I could cover it.
Before I could see her reaction, she turned her face away and continued cooking. I kept standing there like an idiot.
After a while, the maid bent down to pick up a utensil. Her ass was looking magnificent and I snuck my hand down to my pants to stroke my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore and I hugged her from behind, my face buried in her hair, my cock ramming her ass!
“What are you doing?! Leave me, leave me!!” She started struggling to get free from my grasp. The sexy servant’s ass was grinding on my cock, which only increased my hard-on. She must have felt it too, for she became more red-faced. “I am a married woman. Don’t do this vulgarity with me. Leave me now and I won’t tell your parents.”
“Shhhh..” I whispered in her ear, trying to calm her down. “Priya, you are a good woman. You have been like a true friend to me all these years. I have seen how hard you work to provide for your family. Ever since my girlfriend left me, I have been overwhelmed by your affection and love towards me. I have been falling in love with you ever since.”
“What are you saying, Nikhil? I am a married woman; I can’t do these things. I have also loved you, but only as a younger brother.”
“Come on, don’t lie to yourself, Priya. I have seen the way you look at me sometimes. I have seen you glancing at my cock several times while working. I have noticed you secretly stroking your pussy in the kitchen when you thought no one was watching you. I know you also have these feelings towards me. Tell me, Priya, do you really love me?”
“Ummm.. I..” she looked down at her feet. In a low voice, she said, “Even if I do, I am a married woman. I can’t and won’t be unfaithful towards my husband.”
“But has your husband been faithful towards you, Priya? I have heard you lament to my mother that often he comes home late and drunk, and his clothes often have sex marks on them. I know you caught him cheating on you, multiple times, but still, stick to the marriage for the sake of your son.”
Priya looked hesitant. “Umm..but still, I cannot lie with you.”
I cupped her face with my hands. Looking straight into her eyes, I said, “Forget society, Priya. Forget your unfaithful husband, forget everything else. What matters is that we are two young people in love with each other.”
I slowly leaned in and kissed the maid’s lips, my left hand gripping her ass firmly, my right hand on the back of her head. After a while, she gave in and kissed me back. Her lips tasted a little salty, perhaps from the sweat.
My tongue danced fervently with hers, exchanging saliva and love. Her hands gripped me from behind. We were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, occasionally breaking for breath.
After five minutes of smooching, I lifted her legs onto my waist and carried her to the master bedroom of the house – the same bedroom on which my father fucked my mother and got her pregnant with me!
I gently laid her down, kissing her lips. I got her out of her dress. I was right: Priya didn’t have any bra on, and her boobs sprang out in full glory. I was agape at their sight – they were large and firm, with a brown complexion, with perky black nipples. I kissed them gently and slightly bit one, while the married Indian maid moaned softly.
I came onto her top, kissing her face, her eyes, cheek, hair, everything, slowly coming down her neck and onto her boobs. I licked her nipples fervently. They tasted delicious. I sucked and bit them lightly and she moaned so sexily. I felt I would cum right there.
I got her pants off. Priya had a beautiful, clean-shaven pussy with a dark region at the centre. I stared at it for a few seconds before diving straight into it. I licked her pussy clean with my tongue and started sucking on it. Priya was moaning like anything now and I was half afraid my neighbors would hear us making love.
I clutched and pressed her boobs and pinched her nipples while sucking her clit. It tasted slightly salty and sweet. She kept screaming and finally climaxed with my face still buried in her snatch.
The maid came onto my face and her pussy juices overwhelmed my face. I gulped down some of it. I got up, her pussy juices still on my face and she pulled me down to kiss me, and tasted some of her juices.
I was still kissing her when she grabbed my cock unexpectedly. I broke the kiss and looked at her with a pleasant surprise. She just smiled and kissed me again. She started giving me a handjob. I had always assumed her a very innocent kind of a woman..but evidently, she knew how to please a man properly.
The horny servant expertly turned my cock around in her palm and gave me a very intense handjob. I cummed quickly while still kissing her. She licked some of my cum while looking into my eyes.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. I positioned myself around her waist, with my cock just before her unprotected pussy. With a silent nod indicating approval, I pushed my cock slowly into her vagina, all the while looking directly at her eyes. She screamed out in pain.
I was just about to pull out when she touched my arm. “No, Nikhil.” I complied and pushed it all the way inside. She screamed in pain, but I kissed her to muffle her screams. Her pain was soon replaced by pleasure as I began rocking to and forth, hitting her G-spot every time I pushed in. She was now moaning with pleasure.
My hands were playing with her nipples, aimed at increasing her pleasure. I bent down and locked our lips while rocking her hips. I slowly increased my pace. The bed started to creak. The world seemed to collapse around me, and I could only see her in front of me as the pleasure of sex drowned out all other sensations.
After a while, I was about to cum, however, I was too drowned out in pleasure to even think of the ramifications. I came in an absolute crescendo, a big load of my warm semen shooting out of my penis and into the walls of our maid’s birth canal. It was the most I had ever cummed.
I continued rocking her to put the last of my seed inside her baby-making chamber. I collapsed on top of her in absolute pleasure. Then, I looked at her face, which at that moment seemed the most beautiful thing in the world. I felt such a deep affection for her that I sure was love.
I kissed her lips, truly and deeply this time, my cock still buried in her depths. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
We lay in each other arms, her legs still wrapped around my waist, my penis still buried inside her. We must have slept off, for when I woke up it was dark. I found her face buried in my chest. I kissed her hair softly. She woke up and smiled at me. “That was the best sex I have ever had. Thank you, Nikhil.”
“No, thank you, Priya. I didn’t know you could feel this way towards someone else. I felt empty after Lavanya broke up with me. Now it feels like I have someone again.”
She just smiled. “I must go now, it’s getting late.”
We got out of the bed and as my penis came out of her, some of my semen spilled out on the floor. That reminded me: “Priya, I came inside you. You might get pregnant. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but” she put her finger on my lip to shut me up.
“Yes, I might get pregnant, so what? I’ll tell my husband the child is his. If I have a child with you it will anyway be better than what my husband can create.” she smiled.
Smiling, I kissed her. She got dressed up and left soon after.
In the few weeks after, before my parents came back, I made love to Priya multiple times. We explored many sex positions. She even spent the night a few times at our house. Ultimately, she got pregnant with my child, which she decided to keep. All these adventures will be described in future stories.