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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Did you read my previous maid servant story, Making it with Maid!? Then you are familiar with my preference for hot maids for hectic sex. I had hardcore sex with Putti, a 21 year old slim and seductive maid. I had promised to reveal another sexual encounter with another maid servant, here it is….my mind blowing sexual bout with Parvati, whom I call Paaru, with love.
As my wife was posted in Mysore, she used to stay back there with her parents for long periods and I was left alone in our house in Bangalore. That is when I got this wonderful chance to fuck my maid servant, Paaru. Paaru was a very silent type of a woman, about 28 years of age, married, two children. She was a bit stout side full of flesh every place. She wore her sari around her juicy body. I had not noticed that she had such a deserving body inside her old sari and blouse.
It was for the first time that I saw her shapely thighs when she had lifted one side of her sari and stuck it in the waist band of her petticoat while washing the clothes. I was alone at home. From the kitchen I casually looked out into the backyard where Paaru, unaware of my looking, washing the clothes. Her mature things were exposed beyond her knee. Her waist was bare between her sari and blouse and exposed slight bulge which looked very sexy. When she bent to soap the clothes I could see a fabulous pair of full fledge buttocks. I felt like just then go and hold her tight from behind and rum my hungry cock between her ass cheeks. When she thrashed the clothes her blouse-full of sumptuous breasts swung sexily. What a desirable pair of mummies! When she bent further to rinse the clothes in the bucketful of water, her ample buttocks protruded further and make their shape more clear. I really felt like approaching her from behind, lift her sari and petticoat up and straight away stick my erect prick into her cunt.
Oh my god…what was I thinking. Paaru was a nice, docile woman. She had not even talk to a man other than her husband whom she had married when she was 17 year old. She came from a nearby village to make her living with her husband. With my wife being absent I could really molest her if I thought like this.
But, I could not help looking at her all the time when washed the dishes, swept and moped the floor or dusted the furniture or photos on the wall. With all her care to cover her body with her old and some times torn sari, Parvathi could conceal the voluptuousness of mature body. Every now then, though with sari and blouse covered, her fully grown round breast make their presence felt, her thighs and her ass showed their shape from behind the sari. With a round face with earthly beauty Paaru seemed like a woman worth trying.
After a couple of days I gathered courage to ask her if she finished her work. She was surprised because I was not in a habit of speaking to her. She said, yes, shyly. Then I said, can you come upstairs for a while. “Why?” “I have some work.” “I have finished all the work upstairs.” “No, I have some personal work up there, can you come up there?” A grown up matured woman like Paaru could guess my intensions. She simply finished her work and left silently. Next day, I repeated my instructions, she kept quiet. I asked, “Parvathi, Can you stay back for a while after you finished your work. I need you for something else.” This was a very clear enough suggestion. She knew what I needed her for. That day also she left silently and never turned back for a week.
I thought my step was a little more aggressive than a virtuous woman like Paaru could take. I should have taken more time to win her confident to the extent that she began moving around more relaxed way, so much so that she did not mind exposing her sumptuous parts a little more freely for my gaze. Any way I though I lost her.
But that Friday turned out to be my lucky day. I was already up and was trying to prepare my breakfast when I heard the bell ring. I casually went and open the door. Lo and behold, who was there in the door? Paaru, my sexy maid, looking more neat and tidy in a new sari, with a bunch of jasmine in her plait. Wait…wait ..She might come to complain to my wife; she might have come to collect her monthly wages. I asked her, “Why did you come?” She said coolly, “For work…. I had been to my village.. I came back now…” Though I was right in the middle of the doorway, Paaru pushed herself from a side and enter the house. I told her in a pretended anger. “You have no work here. I have already appointed a girl for household work.” After a moments silence, Paaru with her head bent said in a submissive voice, “What about your personal work upstairs. She takes care of that also?” I was a bit shocked to listen to such a response from a woman like Paaru. I said, fumbling my words, “No.. she is a small girl..(this was not true); she takes care of only household work.” Paaru slowly lifted her eyes and just looked at me. “I am willing to attend to your personal work upstairs. You may take me back.”
I was just next to heaven. There this pure raw sex in the form of a woman was standing before mem willing to be devoured. Later I found out that she took some time to consider my request and found out that it was good enough even to satisfy her own carnal desires which she had found she had but not satisfied by her husband, only modesty and fear of wrong relationships, she had overlooked her sexual desires. Now, she thought it was safe and sound with me. I just closed and bolted the door and approached Paaru.
When I stood just inches away from her Paaru lifted her face and looked at me and whisper, “What…What are looking at?” I never knew Paaru could sound so romantic. I said, you my darling Paaru. And your voluptuous body which I am going to devour right now. I tried to pull her to me, she backed. “Not here…in the hall…. Lets us go upstairs..” she said. One thing I was anxious to crush her soft body to mine immediately, secondly, with me alone in the house, entire house was a romantic space for us. I caught her sari edge and pulled it forcibly.
When it came off her chest I could see her voluptuous boobs jiggle invitingly. In the bent position to pull her sari from my hand Paaru was exposing her milk pots to my hungry eyes. I gave a couple of jerks only to see the view of her boobs shaking. When I tried to pull her near me..pretending shyness Paaru jumped away from me and in this action her sari came off her body; she had to quit the sari. Now Paaru stood there only in her petticoat and tightly hugging blouse. Seeing such a shy good natured woman in such nudity was a treat. Paaru suddenly covered her huge boobs by her hands. “Why are covering them.. soon I am going to denude them and eat them like they are mangos.” I said. Paaru reddened at the reference. She had not heard these kinds of remarks about her body.
When try to attack her boobs she just ran to the stairs, with her red petticoat snugly hugging her sumptuous ass it was a treat to watch her go up the stairs swinging her ass. I strongly felt the urge to hold her up there, right on the staircase and lift her sari and straight away pierce my erection into her pussy from behind. Or put her on the stairs and thrust my dick into her innocent mouth. By this time Paaru had already disappeared in the first floor. I rubbed my prick with her sari and got my erection much stiffer.
When I went upstairs I did not find Paaru on the landing. When I entered the bedroom I found her behind door. Paaru had come in the playful mood. I was surprised how fast this shy woman turned herself into an active sexual siren. I dragged her from behind the door and made stand by the wall. She still had her heavy breasts covered with her hands. I pressed my whole body on to hers and crushed her between me and the wall. Paaru moaned sexily. I placed my hand on her heavy bottom and pulled to my hot body. Paaru pushed me playfully away.
I held both her hands and lifted them above her head and pinned them to the wall. With this Paaru was helplessly exposed. Her breast protruding like fleshy mounds now were heaving up and down. She looked at me amorously. She did not know what I was going to do next. I held both the hand with me left hand and placed my right hand on her breasts. Paaru writhed once as if to save her milk pots from my attack. I put my hand on both the breasts and mauled them like anything. Paaru did not have a bra inside her old cotton blouse. I could sense the stiffened tits underneath thin material of her blouse. I pinched one of them to make Paaru cry with pain and pleasure. I pressed her breast on top, sidewise; kneaded them as if they were wheat dough. My prick was stiff and stood straight between us. I pushed it between her thighs covered with only thin petticoat. Paaru sighed heavily.
Suddenly a wild idea occurred to me. I put my hand in the cleavage of her motherly breasts and mauled them cruelly, as much as to get some milk squeezed out of them and her blouse became wet at her tits. This enraged my libido. I just held the neck of her blouse and fiercely pulled it. The old blouse came off her body torn into pieces. And her fleshy mounds got fully exposed and swung like doves. I took both the breasts into my mouth and bite them; suck them, rub my face on their rich flesh and bit her tits. Paaru could not take this flood of pleasure that sprang into her vulnerable body. This was the woman who had believed that getting pregnant was what sex was about. She never knew her matured body was a hidden mine of carnal pleasure.
While I continued to suck on her milky breasts I put my hand between her thighs. Her fleshy warm thighs were heavenly to touch. Finally despite her resistance I inserted my probing hand between her thighs and caught hold of her pussy. I was surprised to find her pussy cleanly shaved. She had come prepared for this with me. When I grinded her pussy she grunted with pleasure. She tried to escape from my probing hand but the wall did not allow that to her. Two of my fingers find a way into her hot and wet pussy along with the fabric of her petticoat.
I squatted down on the floor in front of her and put my mouth between her thighs. Poor Paaru felt so shy with her master between her thighs. But I was already at her delicious pussy biting it and rubbing my mouth on it. in another jerk I tore her petticoat in to pieces and in the shreds she was looking funny. She became so excited that she practically held my head and pressed my mouth onto her cunt and rubbed it uncontrollably. I on my part held both her flesh buttock and squeezed hot flesh in my hand.
By this time I also had rid of my lungi and bannian and was totally nude with my roc dangling in front of me. I could wait no more. I got up and held Paaru by her shoulders and kissed her fully lips for a minute or so. Then threw her matured sumptuous body on to my bed. caressed her smooth thighs and traced my hand to her pussy. By this time she was all wet and hot there. she subconsciously was making gestured to invite me onto her and fuck her right away. But a shy natured, married and faithful woman as she was, looking at my dangling dick closed her eyes with her hands. I spread her dainty thighs to make her cunt more vulnerable and came between her things.
When the tip of my prick touched her silk smooth cunt lip it was incredibly rare pleasure. When the knob of my hungry prick entered her hungry pussy Paaru cried with pleasure and anticipation. For the first time a dick belonging to a man other than her husband had pierced into her pussy. She bucked her chest in pleasure and her breasts went further into my mouth. I was sucking on them as gave a resolute and hard push to my prick. And it straight away find its way into slippery tunnel of Paaru’s pussy and I hit the bottom of her pussy. Paaru hissed like a snake and shook her waist with anticipation of more pleasure. This poor woman was hungry of real sexual pleasure and I was to give it to her.
I held her fleshy waist which was warm by now, and started giving slow pushed in and out of her pussy. The entire length of my prick traveled all along the way into her pussy giving both the pleasure. As she was a little plump at her waist I could not have had a good grip to fuck her. Moreover both of us were wet with sweat and it was slipping. I put both my hands underneath her shoulder and held tight with a grip on her shoulder and started humping her pussy like mad. It was making slurruppy sounds which was more exciting. Unable to bear the pleasure the fucking was giving to me I was so tightly clung to Paaru’s motherly body, that I was biting her round and fleshy breasts helplessly. Finally it occurred. I had spilled loads of my cum into her the womb of this shy, rural and rustic maid servant of mine.
When I loosened the grip on her shoulders Paaru took a heave breath. She could not even close her thighs after I withdrew my prick from the depth of her pussy, dripping the cum all over her thighs. She lied there breathing heavily for a while with her closed eyes. A matured woman as she was, looking stunningly sexy with her body sully satisfied with sexual pleasure. After a little while she opened her eye. She was reddened with natural shyness of getting fucked with a strange man. After she came from washing room, she stood there with her ample bosom covered with her hands, looking helplessly at me. Her petticoat and blouse were lying on the floor in shreds. Both laughed heartily looking at them. Then I offered a set of petticoat and a blouse from wife’s wardrobe. My sexual relation with Paaru continued for a long time. With my inventing different games to play with her all willing sumptuous body our sex did not wane into staleness. That is why I like maids for sex. They make good fuck, try and experience.
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