Part 3 continues here:
Dad was sitting on sofa dressed in kurta pajama. I asked where Sushila was and he said she was almost finished cooking lunch for us. I asked Dad why she was screaming so loudly earlier.
He smiled and told me that he had to punish her for attempting to disobey his instructions when he had ordered her to suck my cock. I asked him what he did to her specifically. Turns out he belted her ass several times and slapped her face & tits until she broke down crying. He said maids needed to be reminded of their aukaad (role in life) regularly otherwise they tend to forget their position in life.
While we were talking, Sushila bai came out of the kitchen. Now she was dressed in a traditional Maharashtrian sari. She had her nose ring, colorful glass bangles, & red bindi on. What was different about her was that her long black hair was open and displayed in front, covering her right breast and falling down all the way to her thighs. Her head was covered by her sari pallu but that did not hide the fact that she was completely naked underneath her sari. Dad smirked and told me that she was not permitted to wear blouse, petticoat, bra or panties when she and he were alone together. She had her eyes cast downwards and was trying not to look at us while we ogled her. After she readied the food on the table, Dad and I sat down to eat. Every time she came to serve us rotis, Dad grabbed her ass or tits.
It was very erotic to watch Sushila being treated this way because up until that day, I had always seen her as a demure, conservative, shy and traditional low-class Indian woman. Her head had always been covered by her sari pallu, her long hair had always been tightly tied into a bun and she always kept her head low and avoided eye contact with males. Seeing her being a total whore and fuck toy for Dad was such a taboo that it made it even more erotic.
Over lunch, Dad told me that our full-time maid Indu bai was probably available for sex as well. He summoned Sushila to the table and asked her what the deal was with Indu. We learned that Indu was infertile and her hubby had abandoned her. She was due to come back from her village the next day. Dad suggested to me that I should try to make a move on Indu. He said it would be a good outlet for my teenage lust and that he would provide me with any guidance I needed.
He crudely asked Sushila bai "Kya Indu chudnay ko tayyar hogi navin baba say?" ("Do you think Indu will be ready to get fucked by my son Navin?")
Sushila shyly replied "Ji sahabji. Woh bahut dukhi hai do-teen saalon say. Usnay koi marad kay saath kafi time say kuch nahi kiya. Usnay mujhay bola ki woh bahut chahati hai ki koi marad kay saath karay". (Yes master, she is very unhappy for the past 2-3 years. She has not been with a man for quite a while now. She told me that she would really like to be with a man soon.)
That sealed the deal. Dad recommended that when Indu returned from the village, that I should make my move on her. He suggested that I flatter her a bit and demean her hubby for leaving her. I was ecstatic and eager to put the plan into action, but I had to wait until the next day.
After lunch was over, Dad and I got up from the table and went to wash hands in the bathroom. When we came back to living room, Sushila had almost cleaned up everything from the dining table. I could sense that Dad was ready for his afternoon entertainment the way he was glaring at her with unbridled lust and the very visible hard-on he had tenting his pajama.
As she came back to the living room for the last utensil, Dad told her "Jaldi kar haramzadi aur kamray mein aa. Teri aur chudai karni hai. Ab teri gaand ki baari hai kuttiya raand. Bartan rakh kay aa jaldi. Khana baad mein kha lena apna." (Come to the bedroom quickly whore. I want to fuck you some more. I am going to fuck your ass now. Leave the utensils as they are and come quickly. You can eat your lunch later).
In response, Sushila quickly picked up a utensil and almost ran back to kitchen. I did notice that when she came back out to walk towards bedroom, her long, luscious hair that had been previously open was now tied up in an untidy juda (bun).
Dad saw me looking at that and said "She knows I like to pull her hair open so she ties it up before she's going to get fucked".
Then he asked me if I wanted to watch through keyhole again. And I said yes..
