My Marathi Maid

Hi everybody, I am up with another story. I got lucky with my new maid.

After Reena left, I knew it was going to be difficult to find good, clean and easy pussy regularly. My new maid, Kajal, was not as promiscuous as Reena had been, or so I thought.

Kajal was the new maid I had hired after Reena left. Kajal, a 40-something Maharashtrian maid, had this sort of no-nonsense aura about her. I never interfered in her work. I did nothing to give her a chance to complain, and she responded professionally and sincerely.

Carrying her, along with her pride, was her saree or salwar kameez that hugged her modest but well-built frame. There was just a hint of cleavage on display, always with her blouse, but nothing more on offer. Her waist was curvy, hiding beneath the fabric of her clothes.

Her hips swayed with every step. Her hair used to be pulled back in a tight bun. Her wheatish complexion added an allure to her. I often thought of rubbing up against her when she was bent over or feeling her up. But I wasn't sure that she would welcome the advances.

So, we both continued our easy alliance. But that all changed one rainy afternoon during the Mumbai monsoon season. I had a hybrid work model and did not have to go to the office daily. One particular day, the rain was pouring down. I chose not to go in,

Even Kajal didn't come at her usual time, so I figured I was home alone. It was late afternoon, but my work was done. I was lonely or bored, so I just put some porn on my laptop and stroked myself. I was near completion when Kajal, who must have heard the noise, appeared in my doorway.

It did startle me for a moment. There was a pause where my fully erect dick was still in my hand, but I was turned on. The moans were still coming from the laptop, and an attractive woman stood in my doorway. Our eyes locked for a moment.

I paused the video, imagining Kajal instead and went back to masturbating. We maintained eye contact. I continued pleasuring myself, stroking my 7 inch dick in front of her measuringly, letting her take it all in. Before long, our eyes still locked in, I ejaculated a huge load that could have shot up to the ceiling.

As I subsided, Kajal finally turned away and went back to the kitchen. After this intense moment, I cleaned up, put on shorts, and found Kajal doing the utensils.

I said, "Tumi ata kashala aale?" (Why have you come now?)

She replied, "Khupach pausa padlyach hota sakali, ata kami zhaala tar mi aali." (It was raining heavily in the morning, so I came now.)

I continued, "Tumi je bagitla...." ( What you just saw...)

Nonchalantly, she responded, "Tumi porge logachi havas maithi hai mala, zaunde, kai vishaye naahi." (I know you young men are horny, leave it, it is not an issue.)

But she looked back at me as if scanning me, lingering on my groin before returning to her work. After the exchange, I returned to my room. She continued with her work, but the air had changed between us. I wanted to see if what I thought was true.

I started observing Kajal even more closely in the following days. Wordlessly, she had changed too. Her blouses had become a little deeper, exposing more of her cleavage, teasing the sight of her shapely boobs. She would hike her saree even further up, letting me glimpse more of her thighs.

She made her intentions clear when she would continuously look at my dick to see my reaction towards her body. I decided to take the next step. So, one day, when she came to work, I sat on the sofa in the hall in my boxers. I waited for her to begin.

As per the new norm, she was wearing another deep-cut blouse. When she started mopping the floor, I got a beautiful view of her tits. My dick began to rise. I let it out of my boxers and began to stroke it for her. She saw me, smiled and continued.

I kept looking at her boobs and stroking myself, imagining playing with them, sucking on them and increasing my pace. I stroked and stroked till I finally came and let the contents fall on the floor. Kajal looked at me with a knowing smile and mopped up my cum with her pallu.

And that became our new ritual. Kajal would expose herself to me while she worked. I would masturbate and cum in front of her. We never said a word to each other. Just looking at each other, we continued to build our relationship. I wanted to push this further.

I wanted to see how Kajal would respond. So, one day, we both took our respective places in the hall. I did nothing as Kajal tucked the border of her pallu into her blouse to let me glimpse at the flesh of her boobs. She looked at me, confused and stopped.

I told her, "kapde kadun tumi kara." (Remove your clothes and then continue.)

She looked at me directly and replied, "Tumi pan." (You too.)

I locked eyes with her, took off my T-shirt and waited. She dropped her pallu and removed her blouse. I saw her wearing a pink bra that covered her beautiful boobs. They had to be a C cup, at the very least. She stopped and let me take in the view of her figure.

My cock sprang to life, and without breaking eye contact, I removed my boxers and let her see my cock rising. She responded in kind and dropped the saree and petticoat, stepping out in matching pink panties. Watching my cock twitch as it grew harder in appreciation of the hot maid in front of me.

Her curves were unmatched. Her thighs were sexy. Her butt was round. Her stomach was just the right cross between flat and flab. She looked like a beautiful object that needed to be taken and ravished. I took my first step towards her.

She pushed me back to the sofa and began sweeping the floor. She looked back at me with a look that signalled that there was much left between the maid and me before we arrived. I didn't care much and began to stroke myself as she worked. But I was going to get more, I knew that.

My sexy, semi-nude servant continued to work, bent over, teasing me with more than just her boobs for the first time. I was getting close, and she was finishing up the last side table. I went behind her, grabbed her by the waist, and held her. My erect dick was still not touching her.

I waited for her response, and she did nothing. There was no resistance. I finally let my hard dick touch the fabric of her panties right over the opening of her pussy. She moaned as I simulated some thrusts but decided to make her wait more, just as she had.

I moved up to grab her boobs. They were soft and spongy and felt great even encased in her cotton bra. I began thrusting my cock in her ass crack. I held on to her tits and dry humped her till completion and shot my fluids all over her panties. We were both breathing heavily when I let go of her.

She just turned around to smile at me and walked away, my cum still on her panties as she began to get dressed. That was the next stage for my hot maid and me. Every day, I dry-humped at that corner side table, squeezing different parts of her. We both were enjoying this.

She upped it further when she began to wear the thinnest salwars, with no panties. I remember the first time when she experimented with this. She didn't drop her salwar but told me to continue as normal. I got behind her and held her soft tits in a black bra.

I placed my dick on her ass, and I realized just how flimsy that material was. It felt as if my exposed cock was rubbing on her skin directly, even though the fabric was there. The sensation was incredible. I loved shooting my loads on her and seeing my cum stains on her kameez when she put it back on.

She looked like a typical maid every time she stepped in or out. But no one would have guessed she and her master were enjoying each other's bodies. Kajal and I were enjoying this simulated sex. But my dick wanted to feel the warmth of a real pussy.

I had a feeling maybe her pussy was aching for a real cock as well. The maid and I had enjoyed each other. The gamesmanship we both had displayed from the start had to be critical to finally getting her pussy. I knew she wouldn't want to do it otherwise.

I did something that I thought would stir her to action. When we got to our familiar situation of me dry humping her, I rubbed her till I was getting close. I squeezed her tits hard. That was the signal to her that I was about to cum. But just as quickly, I let go and sat back on the sofa.

She turned around to see what happened. She saw me sitting, arms extended, resting on the sofa, erection at my peak, almost as if taunting her.

I said, "Tumala havey asel tar tumala ghyava lagel." (If you want it, you will have to take it.)

I knew it was a gamble, but it paid off almost completely. Kajal looked at me and my throbbing dick. I reached behind her back to unhook her bra and let it fall. I was stunned. I finally saw her boobs, and they were amazing. Round, sagging ever so slightly.

Her brown areolas complimented her pointed nipples. As she took the next few steps, she undid her salwar and let it drop. She was not wearing any panties. So I was greeted with the sight of a very neatly trimmed bush. The upper part of her pussy lips that were glistening with her fluids.

I was finally seeing my maid naked, and it was marvellous. She reached down, stroking one finger along the length of my shaft before replying, "Vicharto" (I'll think about it.) She picked up her clothes and left. I even controlled myself, though it took a lot of effort.

I wanted to see what would happen the next day. I eagerly awaited the arrival of my sexy maid. We looked at each other When we found ourselves in the hall. Kajal made the first move, dropping her pallu. She was wearing a rather deep-cut green blouse that was barely covering her tits.

When I pulled off my t-shirt, Kajal removed her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits looked bigger somehow. Her nipples were already erect. I removed my boxers and sat down. My horny maid removed the remaining of her clothes and began to walk around.

I couldn't control myself. I closed my eyes and began to stroke myself when suddenly, I felt a smaller, softer hand on my dick. I opened my eyes and found Kajal sitting next to me. She pushed my head onto her left boob and began to stroke me. It was incredible.

She let me suck on her tit, almost as if nursing me. She continued to pick up the pace with her handjob. My dick reached its maximum strength. I continued to suck on her boob and gently bit her nipple. Her moans only increased when she slowed her stroking.

She pulled my head back and said, "Ata mee ghetto." (I'll take it now) She caught my dick at its base and gently guided herself on top of it. She was so wet that my dick found its way to her depth with no problem. She let out a huge moan as she finally felt filled up.

I began to thrust my hip upwards slowly, and feeling her warmth was amazing. My pace picked up, and I began fucking her in the cowgirl position with a lot of vigour. She was moaning louder and louder as my dick continued to penetrate her. I kept thrusting into her, and she was holding my shoulders tightly.

I pulled her closer to me. Her boobs fell into my face, and I bit into her right tit this time. It was a ferocious bite. She let out a scream, only for it to turn into a louder moan as I began banging into her harder. I kept fucking her, and we were just grunting and grunting till I was going at maximum speed.

My sexy maid on top of me came. I felt as if a water balloon had exploded. Her cum was leaking out of her pussy, and she became quiet. I also was getting a bit tired, so I slowed until we both caught our breath.

She looked at me and said, "Kutiya banun chodta ka mala?" (Fuck me in doggy style?) I didn't need another invitation. I rolled her over, got her on her knees and inserted my thick rod from behind. Ramming into her doggy style felt even better. She was also moving her hip back into me as I was fucking her.

I kept fucking her as I held her curvy waist and was going deep into her pussy. She kept begging me to fuck her even harder. Being as turned on as I was, I was giving it my all. I started getting closer and closer to climaxing. My thrusts picked up in pace and intensity.

She must have sensed it and screamed, "Majhya aat madhye saha, majhya aat madhye!" (Cum inside me!) And that's all it took. I let out a huge grunt and cum inside my hot Marathi maid. I couldn't believe how much cum was coming out of me.

It took a while before I stopped cumming. I kept my dick inside my maidservant, holding on to her boobs the whole time. When I was done, I finally pulled out of her. My cum was leaking out of her, and we both were so tired that we just began to rest on the sofa.

After a little while, Kajal took my dick and began to play with it and said, "Udya paasun, tumi jadi ghari asel tar mala chodaicha." (From tomorrow, whenever you will be at home, you will fuck me.)

I smiled as my sexy, hot maid took my dick in her mouth and looked at me.