Hello Bitches, This might look like an outdated story or a boring one. Trust me, until you feel it, you can’t enjoy it.
We love watching porn or reading about incest, roleplays, and lesbian stories or porn because those are our fantasies. I’m not saying it’s all 100% fiction, but the majority of it is fiction.
I was working in Hyderabad. However, after Covid, I moved to Bangalore. The management wanted to work from home completely. I stayed in Hyderabad, and Cia was my fuck buddy from my work pre-Covid. She moved to her native country.
Now that I stay with my parents, it has drastically reduced, and I miss pussy. I love BDSM and want to have raw sex. But the chances of that becoming fruitful are less.
I was so broke that I thought I would seduce my maid. My maid is around 38 years old. The only issue is that she is a bit fatty and has shaggy boobs. Being chubby is not a fault, as it’s a result of genes. But when a person fails to maintain their body, that’s what I don’t like.
I tried giving a few hints to my maid, but she ignored them. Even I didn’t want to push too much.
I stay on the outskirts of Bangalore. 2 km from my place, a village is there. There’s a flour mill, and they also sell organic milk. My mom asked me to grind some rice flour. I went to the flour mill.
It is a big house. At the entrance, they have the flour mill at the gate. After that, they have the house behind that, which has a cow shelter. I was wearing my white polo T-shirt and brown shorts. The heroine of the story, Tejashwini, came to the story.
An intro about Teju. She’s 34 years old, doesn’t wear makeup, and has wheatish beauty. She doesn’t look like 35 because she has maintained her physique well working in farmland. It has helped her lose excess weight, and she has a solid body.
She has two kids studying in grades 10 and 5.
As I entered the flour mill, I expected a guy. But to my surprise, Teju stood there in a blue saree and brown blouse with one side of boobs over the blouse.
Me: Do you handle the flour mill?
She said, “No, my husband handles it. He went to Avarebele Mela 2024.”
Me: Nice.
I put the rice into the machine. She said the rice should have dried a little. I knew the rice was a little moist, but I acted as if I didn’t know. I touched the rice and touched her fingers, too.
Me: I guess it’s a little moist. Sorry, I don’t know.
I was making eye contact all the while. I sat down, seeing her waist, though her navel was covered. I made sure she knew that I was staring at her waist and boobs; she saw me a few times but didn’t try to cover herself. I guess she has seen the lust in my eyes.
I said it was too hot.
She: Is it?
Me: Yes, since there’s no fan, it’s hot.
Teju: What’s hot?
Me: The flour powder is because of the heat. What else will be hot?
Teju: I don’t know, you should say.
She took a few pieces of rice and placed them in her mouth.
Me: That’s my rice.
She said, “So what? I love to taste it.
Me: Tasting other’s belongings without permission. Even I’ll taste it then.
She: Who’s stopping you?
Me: Is that permission or a question?
She said, I don’t know. (she gave a wicked smile).
Me: You’re bold, and I like people who are bold and courageous.
She: Should I take it as an appreciation or sarcastic line?
There was a mole on her waist—a tiny one. Which won’t be visible at first glance, but I was scanning her from top to bottom.
Me: It’s true. You maintain a good physique.
She said, “I guess the grinding is over.”
I went close to her and pulled her to me. I held her hand and hugged her from the back.
She said, “Leave me, someone might come.”
Me: You’re not worried about me hugging you.
While saying this, I pushed my two fingers by sliding her saree a little down, touched her navel, and kissed her neck. She took my hand from her belly and placed it on her boobs.
Me: Not wearing a bra?
She said, “I never wear one until I go to some function.”
Me: Your husband is lucky.
She said, “Please don’t talk about him and ruin my mood.”
But talking about him is kinky, and I get itchy to see you cheating on him.
She says, “It’s making me uncomfortable.”
I pinched her tits over her blouse. I called her a cheater. I pulled her boobs out of her blouse.
Me: Accept you are a cheater. Otherwise, I’ll walk away.
She: (with a smile) You are a sadist. I love the way you satisfy your ego.
“Let’s see how far you will go to humiliate me.”
She said, “You can leave; I’m not a cheater.”
I asked her, “Who is at home?”
She: My brother-in-law went to the farm and will return by evening 4. My mother-in-law is watching TV. She doesn’t come out of home. The kids went to school, and the husband is away.
Me: Can we go somewhere safer and more comfortable?
She said, “Can we go to my bedroom? But you need to fuck my mother-in-law first.” And she started laughing.
Me: This is why I called you a bitch.
I started kissing her. Even though she is from a village, she is perfect at smooching and is a real horny girl. I was thinking her husband was a lucky bastard. I took her hand and placed it on my dick.
She pinched my dick lightly. I was playing with her boob. Her nipple was between my two fingers, and I was squeezing it gently. Sucking her neck with a mild hickey.
She: Don’t leave any visible marks. I’ll be caught.
Saying so, she started stroking my dick. I pushed her to the wall, and I went on my knees. Kissing and licking her navel.
She said, “I agree. You are so good. I’m not a cheater.”
There was a grin on her face.
Me: You are really kinky.
She said, “I want to see to what extent you can go.”
Me: Fucking, take me to a safer place, and you will know the rest.
She said, “Come with me.”
I asked her to go in front. I want to see her ass shaking when she walks. She paused for a minute in front of her door and peeped inside. She saw in (she was looking for her mother-in-law). She gestured for me to follow her without making any noise.
She took me to the cow shelter. This is my favourite place. I always had a kinky fantasy about makeout here.
She showed me the bull in the corner and said, “That bull fucks the cows. One day, my husband showed me how long the bull’s dick is. I always wanted to get fucked like that. It’s just a fantasy.”
I pulled her close and kissed her again. I slowly raised her saree and played between her legs. She has masculine thighs. Even the girl who hits the gym doesn’t have a fit thigh like her. I moved my hand further up to feel her wet pussy.
She wasn’t wearing panties. It didn’t come as a surprise to me, as ladies on the village side don’t wear panties. She bit my lips out of excitement as soon as I touched her pussy. I spanked her ass, and we had another wild kiss.
I asked her to turn around, raise her saree to her waist, lie on her chest, and spread her legs as wide as she could. She nodded and did as I said. I kissed her knee calves and started kissing her thighs. I licked her thighs, gave a hard bite, and told her no one would notice this.
I could see she was enjoying it and pressing her boobs. I went up and spit on her pussy and ass before eating it. I tapped her pussy, which was wet with pussy juice and making the most erotic sound. While fingering her ass.
Me: Are you a cheater?
She: I am a cheater, the first time cheating in my 1.5 decade of married life. I’m proud to say that I cheated on my husband with a bull. Fuck me.
Me: Not so soon, dear.
Remember that all of this happened because I took the bold step of approaching her and making my first move. So I recommend you all not to hesitate. You can’t expect magic to happen. You need to earn it.
The second part will be released soon. I am waiting for your comments and opinions on the story at [email protected].
Next Part: Did I cheat? Is my Master that good – Part 2