(The following is a parallel story to my previous story series My maid Lata. The two central characters in the present story, Malti and Richa were introduced in My maid Lata Pt 02 and Pt 03 respectively. Richa is Puja's friend and is aged 18 while Malti is the maid of her house and aged 40.)
Richa was really happy that day. She had completed her college assignments with the help of her friend Puja and also had a fine lunch at Puja's house. At around 4 PM she hopped back home and as she was going to enter her room she froze.
Her maid, Malti, a well-built dark-skinned woman was sitting on her bed, her saree pallu was down thus showing her cleavage. Her petticoat was lifted up and the unshaven pussy could be seen. And she with closed eyes was fingering herself.
Richa was so shocked that she didn't utter a word and didn't even move a whisker. Clearly nobody was home at that time and hence Malti had taken the liberty. She was moaning with abuses as one of her fingers was going in and out of the dense hairy pussy. And then Richa saw something that shocked her even more.
Malti had a photo of her best friend Puja! It was in Malti's other hand and she while moaning was taking Puja's name. Instead of being disgusted with the view Richa found herself liking it. She was curious about Malti and Puja's relationship but also excited as hell inside. Richa slowly put a finger in her own pussy and found it moist!
She was actually turned on by seeing her maid fingering herself while taking the name of her best friend Puja. She kept peeping through her door while Malti, now moaning loudly fingered herself to an orgasm. Richa quickly went out of the house and came back after 5 minutes, pretending that she had just arrived.
Malti had freshened up by then and on seeing Richa she said, "Oh you are back Richa? Your parents had gone out and would come home late in the evening. They had asked me to stay with you till then."
Richa said, "Ok Maltididi. I shall go and study now."
As Richa entered her room the scene of Malti fingering herself flashed back in her mind. She felt a strange sensation in her pussy as she recollected to herself Malti's fingering along with Puja's photograph. She checked her bed where Lata was sitting and found that a little patch mark of Malti's juices was leftover.
Richa grew bolder and bending herself sniffed the spot. A strange smell engulfed her senses. It was new to her, and she liked it. She bent again to sniff the patch mark. She smelt Malti's pussy juices a few more times. Just then Malti entered the room. Richa was frozen again.
Malti with an evil grin on her face said, "Do you like what you smell?"
Richa stammered with her words as she said, "Maltididi I, I..."
Malti went up to her and put one finger to her lips and said, "Hush Richa. There is nothing to worry about. It is natural for girls of your age."
Richa inhaled the smell of pussy cum that came from Malti's finger, the same that she got from her bed. She uttered, "Maltididi what do you mean?"
Malti replied, "Well you know your friend Puja, she is having an affair with her maid Lata. The horny girl licks and sucks Lata's body everyday. And guess what, she even did the same with me, the day before yesterday."
Richa couldn't believe her ears! What was Malti saying? She had met Lata before, but never had she thought that Lata and Puja could have an affair. Lata was also a woman after all, and that too a tribal maid! Was Malti telling her a lie? But why would she?
Seeing Richa preoccupied in her thoughts Malti sat beside her on the bed. In an Indian household generally the maids don't sit in the owner's bed, but Malti had crossed some lines that day already. Malti took Richa's hand in hers and said, "You don't believe me isn't it?"
Richa couldn't say anything as Malti drew her close to herself. A raw pungent smell entered Richa's nostrils, it was Malti's sweaty body odour. A gasp escaped Richa's lips as Malti slid her hand inside her skirt and then in her panties.
Malti stroked Richa's pussy and said, "See! You are quite horny as well. What turns on you now, is it Puja's affair with Lata, or is it me?"
Richa was breathing heavily. Malti's fingers gently stroking her virgin pussy was making her crazy. Malti rubbed her pussy more and this time a moan escaped Richa's lips. She was getting horny and couldn't help it. Malti with her left hand turned Richa's neck towards herself, so that they were facing each other now.
Richa looked into Malti's eyes. They were full of lust, Richa saw a hunger for herself. As Malti's fingers kept stroking her Richa moaned again. Malti slowly bent her mouth near Richa, and then the inevitable happened. They kissed.
Malti's full lips met Richa's, the palm of Malti's left hand pressed harder on the back of Richa's head. Richa's mind was fully blank, she couldn't think, couldn't reason out anything. She just wanted the kiss to continue, and the fire in her pussy only added to the desire.
The lips brushed against each other, with Malti occasionally biting Richa too, making her squeak. Malti had now stopped stroking Richa's pussy and concentrated on kissing. Slowly both of them lay down on the bed, Malti being on top. The kiss was still on though, Malti pressing her body on Richa's.
Richa was getting a bit suffocated due to the full weight of Malti on her body, and also she had to keep up with the continuous lip kissing. But her body had given away already and she felt that it was her sweet destiny to be in this position. Malti was sometimes using her tongue to lick Richa's lips and cheeks as well, and Richa was enjoying every bit of it.
Richa was wearing a sleeveless top and Malti started to plant kisses on her left arm, from shoulder to her fingers, and then repeated on her right arm. She again mounted Richa's body and kissed her neck, bit her earlobes and licked her cheeks. She then inserted her tongue in Richa's mouth and Richa sucked on it, salivating her mouth in the process.
Malti slid her tongue in and out of Richa's mouth as if she was tongue fucking her mouth. Her tongue was moving to every corner of Richa's mouth, exploring the wetness. Richa underneath Malti's body weight was struggling to keep pace with Malti's advances. Deep breaths and moans filled the room as they carried on kissing each other.
Malti then stood up on the bed holding Richa's head and making her sit. She guided Richa inside her petticoat. In the darkness a wet bushy pussy was awaiting Richa's arrival. Richa was dumb-folded and didn't know what was going on.