A New Maid Finds a Reason to Stay!

He stepped out of the bathroom, water droplets on his broad chest. His sinewy frame with no fat, really, would have made a younger man proud. Close to 70, Narayan was fit and strong. Around his waist was wrapped the thin cotton cloth (dhoti) that Indians wear; except it was damp and sticking to him.

He had not expected anyone to be in his room. But there was someone. It was the new maid. She did not know yet the rules of the house and she did not know that Narayan did not like anyone entering his room before he was ready after this bath, properly attired.

His daughter-in-law had just replaced the previous one and not instructed the new one properly, he thought.

It would have been no big deal if he did not have a massive erection tenting his dhoti. The widower was virile but was not sexually active. Occasionally, he masturbated for relief from a release.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed. He tried to be as careful as possible with domestic staff and girls and women because he often found himself fantasizing about them. If some younger girl had recently been married he found himself watching her from behind, seeing the roll of her butt and imagining whether this was a new thing. He visualized having her blouse open and breasts standing to attention awaiting her lucky husband.

If she was a slightly older woman, may be in her 40s he tried to guess if she was sexually active and adventurous. Did that look like a bite mark from a young energetic lover, he might wonder. Was she in need of a fuck?

These thoughts embarrassed him through he did not control them. He loved fantasizing and he enjoyed the ability to have hard and strong erections. The wilder his thoughts, the more appropriate his behavior became. He was, at the end of it all, the family elder.

And now with his son and daughter-in-law moving in, he became still more cautious. They were a young couple and he could hear her sometimes screaming and hollering 'fuck me!' over and over again to her husband. It seemed she could not get enough and maybe... he shook those thoughts out of his head.

And now here he was. Exposed to this woman for no fault of his. A man needs a few minutes to wear his undergarments and his attire. That was denied to him. And here was this massive erection because he could not get his daughter-in-law out of his head while showering today.

"Sorry for what?" replied the maid. "Its not that I have not seen a man before," she said matter of factly.

"It's not about you, it's about me," he replied, referring to his standards which she could not have known anything about.

"What? You have not seen a woman in a while?" she asked. And without waiting for a reply, she removed the top of her saree and let it fall to the ground. Her upper body was now more visible to him.

If he was sinewy, the nature of her work made her body hard and taut. "She must be at least forty," he thought to himself. But look at that midriff! That served to accentuate the sumptuous breasts. If she had had a belly those breasts would not have looked so attractive.

But above her taut abdomen, they look majestic. His erection leaped and bobbed. And that did not escape her attention.

"What are you doing?" he gasped, desperately looking for a way to cover his erection.

"I am doing nothing,' she said impishly. "I am just standing here."

She had been working for enough years to know how men were. And in the houses in which she had worked, yes, there were some houses where the man -- younger and older- had been eager. She worked for a living. The men that made a play for her provided her with some excitement. And the extra money they showered her with did not hurt.

It was always a response to a man; never initiated by her. But today, she felt different. She had never seen an older man without a belly. Such men had lusted her. And their urges made up for their lack of fitness. The younger ones had been fitter; but they needed so much coaching and guidance if she was to get a good fuck.

Often, with her guidance, even if they managed to pleasure her, they were not able to sustain because they had never had a woman who was so sexy; so saucy; so playful; such an expert; and completely non-judgmental. She particularly loved seducing college boys but only if she caught them masturbating or with naughty books. As always, she never started anything.

Today, that was about to change. She stepped forward and placed her palm, fingers pointing straight and down, on the erection. With the cock surging and large, it needed no support. Still, her palm gently lifted it, as if weighing it.

He gasped. "My daughter-in-law," stammered Narayan. The maid glanced over her shoulder. There was no one there. Narayan was referring to the open door. The man wanted. He would get. She wanted, too. But she could not decided who wanted more.

She shut the door and went back to holding his shaft in her palm. He had not moved from where he stood. "Am I going to do all the holding or are you going to do some holding, too?" she asked.

Narayan gaped at her, not understanding her suggestion. Her hands took his hands and placed them on her breasts. She knew enough about men. Breasts first, middle and last. The cock needed its nestling spot in the pussy.

"Is that really your son or have you never been with a woman?" she asked as his hands stayed motionless where she had left them.

"No, no," he stammered.

"You are behaving like those college boys," she murmured, her palm now gently moving up and down the base of his cock. It was thick and broad. She was going to love the plundering it seemed capable of giving her.

"Which college boys?" he asked reddening as his cock seemed to reach new proportions.

"The ones who have never been with a woman before," she replied, searching for the gap in the cloth.

"I have been," he replied, a tone of defiance creeping into his voice. "Just not recently."

"Since your wife died?" she asked, looking down as she triumphantly uncovered his cock. It was large and it was oozing precum. He was really virile!

Narayan thought of the occasions when he had been seduced by a younger woman; another maid once upon a time that he had taken.

The wet kiss that the head of his cock received just then brought him back to the present. She was looking up at him as her mouth opened and she gently took him in. he held her head as pleasure overcame him. He moved her head back and forth like he might have fucked her pussy.

He wanted the fullest of pleasures and while her tongue played with his cock he new wanted to sink between her legs instead. She let her head bob on the head of his cock. She knew exactly where pleasure was to be delivered.

As she was kneeling her legs were spread and with every movement her thights spread wider. Her pussy was gaping. And the flow was copious. As with most maids, she wore nothing under her skirt. Her saree was in a stage of unravel. And the vacantness between her legs was torturing her.

They were both as impatient as first-timers, it seemed. She was hungry and he was eager. And there was much to be done. She wanted her breasts to feel his lips. He wanted her to not stop mouthing him but -- fuck!- he need the sheath of her pussy. Her nipples seemed to be ready to burst and need sucking. But so did he want her lips on his nipples.

Narayan's guttural groans brought her to the reality of the moment. She realized that he might spill his seed. And she was right.

Narayan felt her milking him and forgot all about her pussy and was eager to reach his release. Her lips, cheeks, tongue were all working his cock in perfect coordinated unison. When it was the tongue's turn it swirled his cock around. When it was her lips, they formed a tight 'O' around his cockhead. And her cheeks managed to form a sheath supported by her tongue.

She was amazing!

But she knew that. She knew what she was doing. The different situations that she had encountered had made her adapt. There were moments when the man was insistent and the lady of the house was at large. At such times, achieving a release without her being able to fuck was essential. She knew all the tricks for all the situations. Except she was not a whore. She was a woman who signaled sex by just being who she was. And she was not averse to responding to men who picked up that subliminal signal.

"This is just the first day and the first encounter," she told herself. "There will be time enough for more. But, I need him inside me and now."

She slid to the floor and lay back. Narayan shuddered and gasped when the cock escaped her wondrous mouth.

She slowly undid her blouse and let her breasts spill out. Again, no undergarment, no bra. It was a need of the better off classes. Her knees were apart.

Another moment and the daughter-in-law would have caught her father-in-law fucking the maid and her immediate response would have been to lose her cool. But at the moment she came looking for the maid and opened Narayan's room door just slightly in order not to intrude at the wrong moment, Narayan's cock was in full display.

Large, wet, red and proudly standing, it fascinated Aparna. Her husband had not inherited his father's physique, more particularly in the sexual department it seemed.

Through the small gap she looked down and saw the maid lying back, now holding her breasts up in offering to Narayan. There was a beauty and fascination in that scene and Aparna found herself transfixed.

Her father-in-law knelt between the invitingly spread legs. The maid, Suguna, let one hand reach out while starting to knead her aching teat in the other hand. She held his cock, and pulled him forward.

Narayan took the position that man has always taken with his woman between her legs. The maid was not about to let him make any mistakes. She guided the head, holding it between forefinger and thumb to her gaping pussy. Having lodged it at just the entrance she grabbed his shoulders, lifted her legs and crossed them around his torso.

Lifting her self off the ground, she ensured he penetrated her; but had she been too quick? She cried out as she felt him tear her asunder. Despite her pussy being soppy wet he was humungous it seemed. The girth -- she knew it in her mouth, but even so -- took her by surprise.

Narayan was wooden in his response. Suguna thrust upward and twisted and turned like a possessed woman, intent on taking her pleasure. She was afraid he would cum too soon. She was sure he would cum. She could feel it in his cock.

As she twisted and turned Narayan felt his seed boiling up. He did not want to cum so soon. He wanted to savor this woman; a kind he had never even dreamed of in his wildest fantasy.

He pulled out, gritting his teeth in his own despair and pressed down with his forefinger and thumb on his cockhead, heading off his release.

Suguna wailed in the agony of her vacant pussy. "Do me. Take me. Grind me!" she sobbed. There is no word for fuck in her mother tongue. "Massage my insides," she begged. Narayan was rock still because he thought he was going to spill. That would be a complete disaster if he spilled without actually a full release. He was intensely focused on heading off that moment.

Suguna stood up. Narayan slid to the floor and lay back. Suguna took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Massage them well. Knead them like dough!" she said urgently. Straddling him, she reached between them.

Wedging his cockhead at the mouth of her pussy she sank down on him with a long, loud 'ah'. He filled her like she did not think was possible. She spread her legs wider. She felt him inside her womb. She was full, like never before.

She rocked gently back and forth giving herself much needed relief from the interruption Narayan brought. She flowed copiously. She soaked his groin, his pubic hair, his lower abdomen. He would need to bathe again, she thought incongruously.

"He was so completing," she sighed and smiled to herself.

Narayan lay there supine, working her breasts as instructed. He twirled her nipples not wanting to disappoint this divine woman. As she rocked back and forth gently, he felt great but controlled pleasure. Yes he did not want this to end just yet.

Suguna's eyes were shut mind focused between her legs and on her breasts, those teats that he was twisting and twirling gently. She smiled. He was good! This house, she was not going to leave. She would work here as much as she could.

She opened her eyes to look down at him and she noticed the door ajar, just ever so slightly. In the gap she saw Aparna watching intently. Their eyes met.

Suguna paused. Aparna did not budge.

Aparna's mind had taken her over completely. All she could think of was how much pleasure Suguna seemed to be getting from her father-in-law. And all those times she screamed at her husband to keep fucking but he did not know the trick his father had just demonstrated. He could not head off his cumming. And when Aparna went wild on him, twisting and turning he spilled his seed pretty quick.

And here were these two older people going at each other like forever. Experience, she reflected, biting her lower lip as she felt a surge in her loins.

Her employer was not outraged, saw Suguna, as she had stiffened on spotting Aparna. Narayan fucked upward to encourage her on. Why had she stopped?

Suguna returned her attention to her new-found lover. Enough of gentleness! With strength and gusto she commenced to fuck Narayan. Up and down, she went, relentlessly. She did not lean forward. He struggled to hold her breasts.

She was sitting on him her back straight. That pulled his cock to a vertical position, up and deep inside her. Her every plunge and rise milked him as well as her. Her breasts flounced out of his hands so that she had to hold and massage them herself.

Narayan's hands slid to her hips where he held her following her every move.

"Give me! Give me what you got!" wailed Suguna, actually hoping that he would not come. She just wanted more and more and was insatiable.

Narayan finally overcame his wooden responses and starting thrusting upward. At first he caught her when she least expected it. She had lifted herself off and he plunged up hammering into her. She cried out "Yes aiyaa!" a word that meant 'master' or 'respectable one'.

Now she rested her palms on his chest and pounded down on him. Saliva drooled from her lips as her body was stimulated to a full release. She lost control. Her breasts were back in his hands. He had joined her in the pounding, countering her pauses with his own assaults.

She laughed in delirious joy and then suddenly Narayan stiffened, his cock poised inside her. "Ayyo! Amma!" he wailed. (Oh mother!).

She increased her vigor. She wanted to match his cumming by finishing, herself. She needed a big release to top off all the times she had already cum.

Her nails dug into his chest as she felt her body open up and fluids poured down as she came in torrents. Her mouth sagged, her eyes watered, her nostrils flared.

They came together, crying out, moaning, whimpering and she collapsed on top of him. They lay like that. Suguna turned her head sideways to see if Aparna was still there. She was rooted to the spot.

Narayan pulsated, whimpered and shivered as he came in dribbles and tremors shook his body.

Suguna held him warmly, caressing him gently with her face, hair and lips.

He was good. He was so good. Every upward thrust of his was appreciated. IT helped her cum good and hard! IT was not always the case. Definitely not with her drunkard husband who just want to lie back and get fucked.

She could feel his cock, depleted but not fully gone, still dribbling. She decided to reward him with something special. She looked again hoping Aparna had left but no she had not.

Aparna had never had the pleasure of her husband lingering as this man and woman were with each other. She knew she wanted to go masturbate right after this. Right now she was transfixed at what she was seeing.

Suguna's eyes locked with her as she slowly slid down Narayan's body. Her face was once again near his groin. She took the cock within her mouth and fucked it with her mouth. And then, with just her lips she pressed on the cockhead, helping those last signs of life, those final dribbles of cum release. She could taste him, herself, his sweat and hers.

She knew how sensitive and tender he would be as he finished cumming. She had watched some college guys fondling themselves long after finishing masturbating.

She helped him complete his release and wind down fully as a reward for fucking her so hard and relentlessly. Her pussy needed more, she felt. But now that she had found Narayan she felt she could wait.

Aparna could not wait as she rushed away to put out her own fires by herself.