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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
I am fond of making love to my maid servants. I find it incredibly good for several reasons. I find them vulnerable and available. They come in various sizes and shapes and ages. They are hungry as I am and for a little more comfort and fun they don’t mind sharing their wonderful bodies with men. Let me start with my first ever experience with my maids; my very first one was Putti.
Putti, 22 year old married woman. Slim, right amount of stiff and soft flesh at the right places. Very active and agile. A pair of petite breasts that never sagged. And a pair of firm buttocks whose softness would be felt only when you squeeze them. Slim warm thighs leading to a junction which housed the volcano, her hot and wet pussy.
I had not seen much of Putti, as she used to leave before I was up from the bed. But I used to listen in half awakened state to her patter with my wife; she had a melodious voice. It is then I felt like having a look at her. In her simple sari also her young and active female form was radiating raw sexual energy which suddenly made my prick enliven under my mundu. I keep looking at her while she was sweeping our bed room, when my wife though I was still asleep. Putti noticed my staring at her. She gave a mischievous smile at me and continued her sweeping act. In her bent position her petite buttocks were inviting. She raised one side of her sari and stuck it in the waist band, to make it convenient to sweep, but it exposed her beautiful legs up to above the knee. Her slim and trim thighs gave the clue to what lied above and between them. In a strategic position while sweeping the floor, Putti game me a glimpse of her pert breasts through the gap of her loose blouse. I knew she was doing this purposely.
Putti was sincerely a fun loving girl. She knew how her mother was enjoying the sex with at least three of her masters where she went as a maidservant. She also had nurtures sexual fantasies. She actually wanted to enjoy it with her husband when she married. Poverty does not prevent some one to have romantic dreams, it is the healthy and hungry body which triggers off fantasies about sexual fulfillment, and Putti was at her best in that. When married she was a little disappointed with the unromantic character of her husband.
Next day morning Putti, my young maid servant looked more attractive. She seemed sure that I would be lying awake in my bed gaping at her curves while she swept the floor in our bed room and when my wife was busy in the kitchen. Putti’s sari went much higher today when she stuck one part of it in the waist band of her petticoat. She dropped the pallu of her sari, and held it in her left hand, bent for sweeping the floor which made her petite breasts peek through her blouse neck. I noticed that she wore no bra today. Her small breasts needed no bra, perhaps. They were revealed almost up to their nipples. My prick hardened and rubbed it to the bed as I lay there face down. What do I do with this sexy woman, when my wife was in the kitchen?
Putti kept on staring at me hungrily and continued sweeping the floor rather more noisily. She came near my bed, her body odor sent in me mad waves. I just caught her left hand and she was just shocked at my sudden action. She gave a gasping scream which was heard by my wife, who asked “What is it, Putti?”. I suddenly let her go, she devilishly smiled at me and said, “Cockroach, Akka.. I am terribly afraid of Cockroaches..” Putti made faces at me indicating that I was a bit over ambitious when my wife was in the house. But I kept staring at her hot body which I decided I was going fuck one day. My only problem was my wife was always home and I can not take this maid woman anywhere else to fuck.
Next day, Putti deliberately slowed down when she was near my cot. I boldly kept my hand on her bare thigh. I started caressing her trim thighs on her sari. She closed her eyes, enjoying the touch. She still showed her fear. When she made the broom sounds on the floor my hand went up her warm and smooth thighs. She was thrilled by the probe… when I was very near her portal she suddenly closed her thighs and my hand was caught between her fleshy thighs. While trying to release my hand from their I actually climbed up further, very soon I was touching her young pussy.
Surprisingly, Putti, my maid servant had her pussy cleanly shaved, very rare in her class of women. And she wore no panty, my be in anticipation of my attempt at her. When she could not bear this attack any more she forcibly pushed my hand away and started sweeping the floor. She looked at me accusingly and indicating what if Akka found out? I gave no indication. I was determined to taste this wild fruit as much as I can stealthily.
Finally Putti, my young and sexy maid decided to mop the floor underneath my cot. She bent on the floor on her knees and went half way under my cot. In this position only her petite ass remained extended. I turned myself toward her and placed my hand on her ass. She started and in the attempt to escape her head bounced against the bottom of the cot, she cried silently. But she remained in that position allowing me further probe. I first caressed her sweet ass; and then squeezed every inch of her tight flesh on the trim ass cheeks. I pinched her waist. And I could see how she was responding to my probe as I could not see her face. Finally I put my fingers between her ass cheeks in an attempt to reach her pussy. It is then she vehemently shook her ass off my hand… she came out from underneath my cot and her face was flush. When she sat on the floor and started wiping the floor absent mindedly the pallu of her sari slipped down exposing her small and beautiful breasts under her blouse.
I made another attempt at her welcoming body. I held her right breast from above the blouse. She gasped. I squeezed the soft flesh there. She kept her hand tight on her mouth just to prevent her scream come out of her mouth. I shifted to her other breast. I had had my hands on the breasts of couple of other women in my office, but this pair of boobs of my lovely maid Putti some thing unique. They were like wild mangos and I wanted to squeeze the juice out of them and suck the sweet juice from her…. Oh.. I had forgotten her nipples. I was dying to see her nipples. I just inserted my hand into her loose blouse and directly held her left boob in my hand and her small tip like nipple bore into my palm. It was tiny and erect. Putti subconsciously shifted her body in such a way that I could handle the other breast also.
Despite breast feeding a child for almost two years her breasts were so tight and her nipples were so tiny; that is the nature of a village woman who is still physically hungry for sexual pleasure. Later I found out that her husband never used to handle her breasts lovingly, and never ever sucked or bit her nipples. But I was the one who knew what it meant holding one of such wonderful breasts and such on the other. When I was squeezing her breasts one by one, Putti moaned softly but obviously sexily. She places her hand on mine but did not remove my hand from her breasts. Both were enjoying the amorous adventure. When she got up I immediately inserted my hand into her petticoat and directly reached her pussy. She was all wet there, so much so that her pussy juices had flown down her soft thighs. It was too much for to take when I cupped her hairless pussy and pinched at her cunt lips. It is at this very junction that my wife called for her and Putti, with a sudden shock pushed off my hand from between her thighs and ran to the kitchen. I was left unsatisfied.
Next two or three days we could not do much due to situations. And it happened on the fourth day. I had worked late night previous day and had over slept in the morning. Desire to see and handling Putti as much as the time permits was also ignored. I slept soundly. I woke up with a start when I found Putti, my young maid servant actually shaking me vehemently by my shoulder, “Sir…Sir.. Wake up..wake..up..”. I was a bit shocked to see her dareness to touch me, and also wondering how could she talk to me so loud… Putti said in hurry…. “Akka has gone to the grocery shop.” Suddenly wisdom dawned on me. I noticed that Putti was nicely dressed today and looked extra clean and sexy. I suddenly caught her left hand and she made pretension of wrenching it free. She sexily added, “I have closed and bolted door.” I pulled her to me. “She may be away atleast for haft an hour..” I pulled Putti so fast she fell on my body like a young deer. While she struggle to escape from me I held more tightly, so that her entire young and hot body rubbed all over mine. She was strong enough to wriggle herself away from me.
This was the opportune moment; if did not fuck her now…it was never…. I held Putti slim body from behind. Her petite buttock felt so good at my erect prick which was struggling to come out of my lungi. I put both my hand on her small breasts and squeezed them to my hearts content. I put one of my hands on the cheeks of her ass and squeezed them like they were some soft fruit. Putti moaned heavily. She wanted to moan loudly, that was one of her fantasies; to get cruelly crushed against a mans body and cried loudly with ecstasy. That was realizing now.
She turned herself to face me and started kissing my face on every inch of it. She tasted so good. She had a small face, thin lips but very hot and wet mouth. I held her head and kissed her mouth so wildly that her moans were drowned in my mouth. That woman had not tasted a man’s kiss so ardently. She was so happy that her master was churning her inner desires to come to fore. She placed her tiny palm on erect lund. “I want this master. Give it to me…all of it..” I placed my face on her breasts and found them erect with desire and bare without a bra. I almost tore at the blouse and exposed her petite small virgin like breasts…. Oh my god, what a sight.. I had never seen such a enchanting pair of breast, just sitting a couple of inches from her chest with tiny button like nipples. I put my mouth on her left breast and sucked at it as if I was sucking a ripen mango, which gives rich supply of juices when squeezed and sucked at a time.
Putti was also equally hungry. She knew she had only a few minutes before she could get me fucked into burning cunt. She had already bared my prick and was hold the erection in her palm which was semi wet with her sweat. With a eagerness to consume her body, I placed my hands on her small buttocks and pressed slim and hot body to mine and she rubbed her waist on to my prick. My dick was so hard and erect that it could make dent between her thighs despite her sari and petticoat and touch the lips of her pussy. I had no more time for such amorous foreplay. If I had to enter her I had only five to ten minutes left, safely.
I was in a such hurry I was not clear as to what was I doing. My hungry body was dictating my behavior. I pressed Puttis fragile body to the wall. I raised both her hand and pinned them above her head and put my mouth on her breasts and ate them so cruelly that the thin fabric of her blouse got torn. My god… I could eat her tiny nipples and swallow her fruit like breasts… I lifted her sari and petticoat and caressed her thighs, her buttock and then rubbed her pussy which was so open and hot. Putti in similar hurriedness held my erection and placed it on her wet pussy. It was so heavenly to her too when the tip of my hot rod touched the hungry lips of her pussy. She gasped when I pushed my prick into her cunt. And it went straight away inside her. Grown up girls as she was, mother of a child, a pussy already fucked by her husband…above all a pussy which was so hungry and ready for receiving me.
With her thin body pinned to the wall I humped my prick into her cunt several times. Putti moaned like hell. She was gasping for every thrust I gave. I was not satisfied with what I was getting. I lifted her entire body and she immediately encircled her by body with her slender legs and my prick was deep inside her pussy. Putti used her wild strength to rock her body, while simultaneously moving my prick in and out of her tunnel. Finally I carried her to my bed room, threw her vulnerable body on to the bed and roughly opened her legs. Her pussy was all well and dripping. I descended on her body and pounded into her pussy like never before.
Suddenly she became conscious of the time. It was any time that my wife would return. She tried to bring me to sense while taking every push of my prick into her still wanting pussy. “Sir, Sir…Akka is about to come… She may come any…” But I was not in a state to listen to her. I want to reach the end of the tunnel and climax grandly. But some how my prick was not ready to finish the race. It wanted to run it perennially. It is then we heard the compound gate open and closed. Putti started with a panic and wanted to wriggle out from under me.. But I was crazy; I lifted her body with my prick still inside her cunt. While rocking her slender body I took her to the hall, expecting my prick to come at least now. But no chance. But Putti jumped down my waist and brought down her petticoat and sari down, tidied her blouse and sari cover. Just before she was about open the door I again took her from behind and lifted her sari and ding… pierced my dick into her wet and dripping pussy from behind. She was prac tically holding the bolt of the door when I was giving my last ditch pushes into her lovely cunt. One, two….six…ten… it is then that the bell rang… and…..OH… my god, I wanted to scream like hell.. I came… I syringed loads of cum into Putti’s pussy as she stood bent forward, helpless shivering with fear as much with pleasure.
I with drew my prick from her pussy. In an expert move she tidied her clothes and promptly open the door and said, “Why Akka, you took so much time today… I finished my work and was about leave…” My wife did not notice Putti sweating like she had run ten miles in hot sun. By this time, I was already on the bed, pretended to be sleeping deep.
It was only after about a fortnight I got a chance to be alone in the house and you could imagine how I and my maid servant, Putti would have enjoyed the time! This is the beginning of my sexual adventure with sexy maid servants. I will come back to with more juicy experience with Parvathi, a sumptuous maid who gave me her cunt reluctantly, but only if you responded to my story. I only receive mails from the females, so males need not waste their time in sending mails. OK? My email ID is: pasha1@dataone.in
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