Previous Part: Maid’s secret Desire
Hello Friends. This is Sanjay again to take you to the next part of the story. If you haven’t read the previous part, please do so. Continuing with my sexual journey with the maid.
Rita and I slept in the kinky position I told you about. In the night as well, we were not ready to leave each other. There was constant hugging. I touched her ass, pussy or boobs all the time. The next morning, she woke up and started doing chores.
I woke up a bit after her. She was preparing breakfast for us. I went from behind and kissed her neck.
Me: Koi to aaj aache mood mein hai. (Someone looks fresh today.)
Rita: Hanji Sahab! Woh kal neend aachi aayi. (I slept well yesterday)
I saw she was grating some vegetables on the kitchen slab. Her ass was touching me. I instantly bent her down.
Rita: Sahab! Abhi to khana… (I slapped her ass 5-6 times)… Haan daalo na, jaldi se. (Right now, I have to cook… yes, please insert quickly).
Me: Abhi to teri choot ka bhosda banana hai. (I have to make your pussy just like a slut.)
I put a condom on, spit on my hand, took my hand to her pussy and started massaging it. She was ecstatic and started moaning.
Rita: Aisi hi masal do choot ko. (Rub my pussy like this.)
I inserted my dick inside her. She tried to escape by moving forward. But I controlled her with her ponytail. She was arching backward.
Rita: Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Sahab aise hi karte raho, rukna nahi. (Don’t stop)
I fucked her like this for a few minutes. Then I turned her over and got her head on the kitchen slab, her hands supporting her. She was parallel to the ground in the air, her legs wrapped around me on one end.
Rita: Ye kya hai? Aise shot kese lagega? (What is this, how will you fuck me like this?)
I again inserted my dick in her and then picked her up. Her arms were over my shoulder, and her legs were around my waist.
Rita: Aah! Bohut andar gaya hai, dard ho raha hai. (It went so deep)
I fucked her in the air for seconds and then pinned her against a wall.
Rita: Aaa…Aaa…Aaa…Aaa…Aaa…Aaa…Aaa…Aaa… maine mar jaana hai. (I will die.)
In the air while fucking I took her to the drawing room on the sofa. I got a butt plug from inside. I hid it from her. Again she got on me and started bouncing while I was slapping her ass.
I got her to stop and cuddled for a bit. Slowly I lubricated her asshole with saliva and inserted fingers.
Rita: Sahab! Wahan bhi daalna hai kya? (You want to do anal?)
Me: Sab ched mein loda hoga mera. (I’ll insert my dick everywhere.)
Slowly I inserted a butt plug. It was cold. She jumped at first.
Rita: Ye kya hai? Ye kab laaye? (What is this? When did you bring this?)
Me: Abhi to shuruat hai. (Now is the beginning)
After that, I inserted the butt plug completely inside her ass. I asked her to bounce again. She was in pain and couldn’t do so. I made her lie on the sofa, came onto her and started fucking her.
Me: Le ab aur le… (Now have some more)
Rita: Sahab! Dard ho raha hai, rukna nahi bas, karte raho, aur zor se. (It’s painful, don’t stop, increase speed.)
After a while, we both came and lay on the sofa.
This continued for months. At day time, I would fuck her anywhere. Often she would sit on my lap, between my legs. I would hug her so tight that there would be nothing between us.
Rita: Sahab! Aap bohut zor se dabate ho. (You press me very hard).
Me: Haan to, nahi karun? (Should I leave you?)
Rita: Aisa kab bola mene? (When did I say this?)
I bit her lower neck, kissed her a lot, and gave her multiple hickeys. She would wear a chunni to hide it from everyone else.
Soon it was college admission times in the city. Rita’s niece came to us and requested to stay for a while until she found a place. Her name was Asha, she looked like a younger version of Rita, only aged 21, but her assets were slightly bigger. Her height is the same as Rita, 5’ 3”. Her stats are 34-28-34, and she has a wheatish complexion.
I saw her and looked at Rita. She instantly knew what I was thinking. One day when everyone was out, Rita was sitting in my lap. I brought the topic up.
Me: To teri bhanji ka kya karna hai? (What to do with your niece?)
Rita: Kya karna hai? (What to do?)
I slapped her pussy, and inserted 4 fingers. She shouted and said-
Rita: Sahab! Usko manaye kese? Pakad ke chod bhi nahi sakte na. (We have to lure her, we can’t just fuck her)
Me: Accha to pehle tu uske maze le, use garam kar, fir main aata hun.(First, make her horny, then I will come.)
The next day I took leave from the office.
For some time, the story will be narrated by Rita.
The next day I asked Sahab to go out and come back after an hour. I also made sure Asha didn’t go anywhere today. And when he went out,
Me: Pata hai mein saalo se bohut jyada akelapan mehsoos karti hun. (I have felt very lonely for years.)
Asha: Why?
Me: Mera bewda pati ko to chhodna hi tha. Par uske baad se koi nahi mila mujhe. (I had to leave my husband. But after that, I didn’t meet anyone.)
I started crying as well here.
Asha: Aap ro mat, mein hun na yahan pe. (Don’t cry, I’m here)
Me: (gusse mein aate hue) tu kya karegi, meri choot ki aag shaant karegi? (What will you do, satisfy my pussy?) I said in an angry tone.
Asha was quiet for some seconds
Me: Bol na! (Speak now)
Asha: Haan karungi. (I will)
As soon as I heard it, I jumped over her and kissed her. Our bodies were rubbing together like they were one.
I took my one hand inside her jeans and started massaging. She stopped me.
Asha: Nahi ye meri karne ki baari hai. (No, I’ll do this first)
We both took our clothes off. We both saw each other’s bodies for some time. She went down and kissed my pussy.
Me: Ah! Ye kya kar rahi hai, aisa to sahab bhi nahi karte. (What are you doing? Even Sahab doesn’t do this.)
She suddenly stopped.
Asha: Kya? (What?)
I looked at the door. Sahab was standing with his dick out, looking at us.
More in the next part. Until then, feel free to connect and send suggestions on Insta – @sanjaysexstories.