I am a 19 year old Indian boy attending medical college, at a location I would not like to reveal. All I can say that I am a very average looking bloke, about 5'7'' in height, 65 kgs and have an average 6 inch penis (I like to be honest and not exaggerate things). However some girls did say that I had a cute face and nice eyes, although I cannot confirm whether it was true or false. This is my first year in college and I am currently living in a rental apartment 5 minutes away from the college. I initially thought that the boys hostel would be fine, but after a bout of bullying and seeing the unhygienic conditions, I decided the safer option, the apartment. Moreover I am a natural introvert and try to avoid unwanted company and overcrowded places.
The landlord is a middle aged man ( probably mid to late 40's) who is a decent man, does not speak to much and visits me on every 4th week to collect the rent. My room, although small, was pretty comfy. It had one bed adjacent to a study rack and a table and had 1 attached bathroom. There was an additional dining room connected to a small balcony. I won't go into the details regarding the financial matters or my allowances as it would be a waste of time.
Anyway, the person who was about to change my life was the housemaid Malati. She is a typical Indian lady, in her mid 30's (I am sorry, I know its rude to discuss about a woman's age) on the shorter side, about 5'1 with dark brown skin and a plump body. Obviously she did have a curvy ass. Her face was average, maybe a little ugly to some, but to me there was a mystical beauty in that "ugly"- like a lotus growing on a pool of swamp. I cannot describe in words but there was something about her face that attracted me. Her job was to keep the rooms clean and wash my clothes for which I paid her separately. She was polite and soft spoken, although there was a sparkle in her eyes which was mysterious yet scary, quiet yet alarming -- like a sleeping beast, enjoying its slumber. The way the sweat glistened on her body after a day's hard work reminded me of ice melting from chocolate ice cream, her hair with droplets hanging from the ends and her clothes sticking to her body, making her look like a goddess. I heard rumors that she is a divorcee, that her husband left her after a failed miscarriage and that she lives in a small room with her widowed mother.
My room was the last one in the block she used to clean, after that she collected her money and leave for home. I didn't have a girlfriend due to my not-so handsome looks and also I did not have time for it. In our first year we had to study 3 massive volumes in our college- Anatomy, Biochemistry and Physiology which are then followed by numerous laboratory practicals. Hence I started doing what every horny teenager does in their spare time - masturbate. I watched Internet porn while beating my bishop. I had developed a fetish for dark skinned women and specially seeing them doing anal. I used to paint my underwear with spunk while fantasizing about a big black butt, like a globe of chocolate, smothering me and slapping me with the soft buttcheeks. However, in all the wet dreams that I had, most of them consisted of the same woman- Malati.......
It was a Tuesday evening. I had just come back to my room after a rigorous day at the anatomy lab, stuffing my head with info as our professor toyed with a bloody skeleton (here bloody is not an adjective but rather a curse word, so dear reader chill out!). A few minutes later Malati arrived and started doing her chores. She was dressed in yellow that contrasted with her dark skin. I somehow managed to suppress my erection as I headed for the shower. After the shower was completed I entered my bedroom naked and closed the door to the dining hall. Then started to jerk off to my dark fantasies. I was not afraid of Malati barging in as I believed the door was locked, but little did I know it was not. A few seconds later the door opened and there stood Malati with hands on her mouth and eyes as wide as a full moon. For a few seconds my heart stopped beating, my whole reputation flashed before my eyes. I sat there frozen, not knowing what to do, thinking she may use this situation to blackmail me for money.
