Hi, this is Ayaan, from South India. I am a hot mess with an even hotter physique. To some, I’m an addiction they can’t get over. To others, I’m the dream they chase in the world of dreamers. My life? It never followed the usual script; it’s always been wildly different, and in some ways, it still is.
Now let’s begin, my story.
I opened my eyes slowly. Things were fuzzy. My head was spinning. The room seemed to be moving around me. I wanted to get up and go outside. But before I got out. I felt a sense of unease. It felt like my stomach was doing flips. I somehow made it to the washroom.
I threw up everything that was left in my stomach. I rested there for a while thinking, what the hell just happened. After some time, I somehow found my way into the kitchen. There was Laila, wearing a magenta-coloured saree, in the kitchen doing something.
I walked towards her. The blurriness slowly started to fade away, but not completely. I grabbed her smooth waist from behind and started kissing the nape of her neck. I felt something weird, something off. I didn’t mind it that much.
I placed my right hand on her boobs above her dress and slowly started pressing them. Now something was surely off. It wasn’t as big as it used to be. I was going to ask her about it when suddenly, my phone started ringing. I broke the fun and went to the room to check my phone.
It was Rahul (name changed), a good friend of mine.
Me: Hello
Rahul: Utt hi gaye. (You finally woke up.)
Me: Kya baat hai yaar kuch urgent hai kya? (What’s the matter, yaar. Is there something urgent?)
Rahul: Tujhe patha hai kitni baar maine call kiya? (Do you know how many times I have called you?)
Me: Nahi. (No)
Rahul: Apna phone check kar. (Check your phone)
Me (looking at my phone): (5 missed calls from Rahul) Sorry yaar patha nahi kya hua par mai sau gaya tha. (Sorry yaar, I don’t know what happened, but I accidentally slept.)
Rahul: Tho tujhe kuch bhi yaad nahi hai. (So you don’t remember anything?)
Me: Kya yaad nahi hai (Don’t remember what?)
Rahul: Raat ki party. (Night’s party)
Me: (trying to remember) Haan ab yaad aa gaya, party tha na tere ghar mein? (Oh, now I remember, there was a party at your place right?)
Rahul: Uska baad tujhe kuch yaad hai? (You don’t remember anything after that?)
Me: Main bore hokar kitchen chala gaya aur maine kuch pi lee, uske baad kuch yaad nahi aa raha. (I got bored, so I went to the kitchen, and I drank something. After that, I don’t remember anything.
Rahul: Thune Pepsi pi thi. (You drank Pepsi.)
Me: Aaa….haan kuch black colour ki thi Pepsi ya Coke hoga. Par uska taste different aur kuch ageeb sa tha, but acha tha. (Aaa….yes, it was something black, it was Pepsi or either Coke. But it tasted different and something weird, but it was good.
Rahul: Tujhe headache ya kuch hai kya? (You have a headache or something)
Me: Thoda hai par theek hai. Ek baat bol thu yeh sab kyu pooch raha hai aur tujhe kaise pata mujhe headache hai. (There is a little, but it’s fine. Tell me one thing, why are you asking all this, and how do you know I have a headache?)
Rahul: Main jo bhi kahane vala hu thum aram se sunnana. (Whatever I am gonna say, listen to it calmly)
Me: Theek hai bol. (Ok, say)
Rahul: Woh kaise bolu… (How do I say this…)
Me: Suspense mat bana, bol. (don’t build suspense, tell me)
Rahul: You drank alcohol.
Me: What!
Rahul: Haan (Yes)
Me: Mazaak math kar varna vahi par aake marunga. (Don’t play games with me or else I will come there and hit you)
Rahul: Mazaak nahi hai. Thune daaru pi thi. (I am not playing any games. You drank alcohol.
Me: Nahi nahi mai nahi mantha. Maine Pepsi ya Coke piya tha. (No, no, I don’t agree. I drank Pepsi or Coke.
Rahul: Yaar, listen, calm down for a moment.
Me: Ok, ok, I am calm. I am calm
Rahul: So, what happened was that… some of my friends had mixed alcohol in the Pepsi. We thought that after the party was over, we would drink that and doze off. But…
Me: But what?
Rahul: When I came to the kitchen, the Pepsi bottle was open and some alcohol was missing
Me: I drank Pepsi doesn’t make me the one who drank the alcohol mixed Pepsi
Rahul: Yaar sunn maine puri baath nahi boli. (yaar listen, I didn’t tell everything.)
Me: …
Rahul: Uske baad maine tujhe dekne ke liye aa raha tha. Tu zameen par behosh tha aur tere se daaru ki wahi smell aa raha tha. (After that, I came to check on you. You were lying on the floor unconscious, and the smell of the same drink was coming from you.
Me: Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck yaar. Tujhe bolna chahiya tha na ki woh daaru hai (Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck yaar. You should have told me that it was alcohol)
Rahul: Mujhe kaha pata tha ki thum fridge ke andar se kuch loge. Pahle hi drinks cocktails sab kuch counter pe hi to the, tho tu kyu kitchen gaya? (How come would I have known that you would go and grab something from the fridge. First of all, drinks and cocktails were all on the counter itself, so why did you go to the kitchen then?)
Me: Kuch peace ke liye. (just for some peace)
Rahul: Mil gaya peace? (got some peace?)
Me: Shit yaar. Ab main kya karu (Shit yaar. What do I do know)
Rahul: Kya karna? Hogaya sau hogaya ab kuch nahi kar sakthe. (What to do now. What happened, happened. We can’t do anything about it now.
Me: Woh bhi sahi hai. Thune kya mix kiya tha usme? (That’s also true. Listen what had you mixed in that)
Rahul: Who jannana zaroori hai? Sab kuch khatham ho gaya hai. (Is it important? Everything is over, right)
Me: Mujhe jannana hai. Mujhe jannana hai ki maine kya piya tha.(I want to know. I want to know what I drank last night.)
Rahul: Ok you had a Long Island iced tea.
Me: Elaborate
Rahul: Matlab (meaning what?)
Me: Kya tha usme? (What was in it?)
Rahul: Nothing much, just some vodka, tequila, rum, gin, aur Coke.
Me: Matlab almost total bar mere andar hai. (Meaning almost the total bar is inside me.)
Rahul: Aah, a bit.
Me: Abe (full on gaaali)
Rahul: Sorry yaar. (after lots of sorries)
Me: It’s ok. Aur thanks (It’s ok. and thanks)
Rahul: Kiske liye (for what)
Me: Nahi gadhe, mujhe ghar jhodne keliye. (no you donkey, for leaving me at my place.)
Rahul: Paagal hai kya. Tu mere apartment mein hai. (Are you mad or what? You are in my apartment.
Me: Kya? (What?)
Rahul: Everyone was drunk, and it didn’t feel right to leave you all alone
Rahul: Seems like you still are in a little hangover. Kuch chahiye tho call ya message kar lena ok. (If you want anything, just call or message me, ok) I am a little busy right now. I’ll call you later. Ok bye.
Me: Are rukh…hello hello. (Hey wait…hello hello)
I started looking around, and the blurriness had faded away. It was, in fact, Rahul’s apartment. I suddenly started thinking who that was. I had fun thinking it was Laila in the kitchen. I messaged Rahul and asked who it was.
The message was delivered, but he had not seen it. After waiting for almost 20 minutes, he texted me saying, “Oh, forgot to tell you that. It’s my maid, Lakshmi. She will be there for you if you want any assistance.”
I was like, shit! What have I gotten myself into? I got numb for a moment. I felt embarrassed, scared, and tense. I was like, “What if she tells anyone what I did? My entire reputation will be ruined. I must do something.”
I didn’t know what to do, but anything I did, I needed to do it fast. So I built the confidence and went straight to the kitchen. There she was cooking lunch.
I looked at her from a distance. I didn’t know her; it was, in fact, the first time I saw her, and I was trying to screw her. I went to her and said hi. She turned around, facing me.
Lakshmi was 34, standing at 5’5 tall, with a slim build, medium-sized boobs with a nice big ass, dusky complexion with big black eyes and thick long hair that was tied in a bun. I was more nervous looking at her, but I didn’t show it.
Me: Main…main aap se mafi mangna chahtha hu. (I…I wanted to apologise to you.
Lakshmi: Kyu saab? (Why Sir?)
Me: Pehle keliye. (For before)
Lakshmi: (Looking into my eyes)
Me: Main peeya hua tha aur nasheme maine aapko koi aur samajhkar…sorry. (I was drunk and, in a hangover, I had mistaken you for someone…sorry)
Me: Main kuch bhi karne keliye taiyaar hu bas yeh khabar theesra koi jannana nahi chahiye. (I am ready to do whatever you want just don’t let a third person know this)
Lakshmi (slightly smiling): Yeh hamare beech hi rahega saab. (This will stay between us, Sir)
Then I went back to the bedroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth while thinking just one thing, “Will she tell anyone?”
I was like ‘nah she won’t tell anyone’. I thought I was just overthinking things, so to cool my mind and body, I took a shower. While showering, the scene of telling her not to tell anyone about what happened kept replaying in my mind.
While that scene kept replaying, I noticed something weird. “Why did she smile?” This was not supposed to happen. I am no expert in human psychology. But having met and fucked a lot of women, I kind of know a bit about women.
There were a lot of possible responses. Like some of the most possible responses where she could have blackmailed me. She could have stayed quiet without saying anything or without making eye contact, or she could have just left the place.
None of the above or the possible outcomes was seen. If she hadn’t smiled while I confronted it would have been ok. But this was different.
My curiosity was rising; I badly wanted to know why she did that. I paced around the room trying to think of an idea, but nothing came to mind. My brain was not working anymore. So after a few minutes, I went outside the room to think of some idea and for something that could give me some inspiration.
I tiptoed just outside the kitchen and scanned around. Lakshmi was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen. I looked around the house and finally found her in Rahul’s room, gathering clothes for the laundry. That’s when an idea struck me.
I slipped away quietly to the kitchen and started making a cup of coffee, careful not to let her notice what I was up to. After the coffee was ready, I went to check on her. She was not there. She must have gone to put the clothes in the washing machine, I thought.
And I was right, there she was putting the laundry into the washing machine. The washing machine was placed inside the left wall of a wide hallway. It had wooden doors that could be opened to access the washing machine. Without getting noticed, I got behind the wall separating the hallway and dining area.
While she was busy doing laundry, I went to the kitchen. I got my coffee, which by then had cooled and only had a slight warmth. She finished the laundry and went to put the laundry basket in Rahul’s room.
I waited for her to come. When I saw her coming, I took my phone and acted like I was looking at it while holding my coffee in the other hand. The only thing I needed to get right was the timing.
She was coming closer and closer. My heart was pounding with tension. When I saw her shadow, I paced in and boom. We hit each other, and I purposefully spilt coffee on her saree, but made it look like an accident.
Lakshmi: Ah!
Me: Oh, I am so sorry. Maine dekha nahi. (Oh, I am so sorry. I didn’t see)
Lakshmi: (trying to remove the excess coffee drops on her saree)
Me: Are sab meri galti hai main apne phone par dekhte hue aa raha tha…sorry. (It’s all my fault. I was walking, looking at my phone…sorry)
Lakshmi: Koi baat nahi saab (No problem, Sir)
Me: Aap theek hona? (you alright)
Lakshmi: Ha saab (yes, sir)
Me: Aapki saree kharab ho gayi, sorry. Chaliye, main aapki help karta hoon. Washroom jakar saaf kar lete hain, varna daag lag jayega. (Your saree got ruined, sorry. Come, let me help you. Let’s go to the washroom and clean it, or else it will stain.
Lakshmi hesitated for a second, her big black eyes met mine, then she nodded her head and followed me to the guest bathroom off the hallway. Inside, I turned on the faucet, grabbed a soft towel from the rack, and went near her.
Lakshmi: Saab, main khud kar lungi. (Sir, I will do it myself.)
Me: Nahi, aap relax karo. Yeh meri galti hai. Mai kar lunga. (No you relax. This was my mistake. I will do it)
I used a towel to absorb the water and gently dabbed at the coffee stain on her saree, right over her midriff. I brushed my fingers on her skin on purpose, feeling the soft curve of her waist. To my surprise or maybe not, she didn’t pull away.
The saree clung slightly from the spill, outlining her figure more than before. I moved the towel upward, slowly circling the stain near her green blouse, my knuckles grazing the underside of her breast. Her breathing slightly quickened—I could see her chest rise and fall a little. But I didn’t let myself get distracted.
Me: Yaha baking soda ya vinegar kuch hoga (Is there any baking soda or vinegar here)
Lakshmi: Han saab kitchen mein dono hain. (Yes, sir, both are in the kitchen)
We both went to the kitchen, and she asked me which one I wanted. I told her to give me both. I then made the mixture and told her to remove her pallu. Without hesitation, she removed her pallu; this just proved my theory; she liked what I did.
I then took her pallu, put it on the kitchen slab and spread the mixture on the stained area of the saree. Her saree now, only covered her lower body while her upper portion revealed her blouse completely. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I got closer to her and then looked at her, right in the eye.
Me: Lakshmi ji, aap…. (I don’t know, but at that moment I didn’t want to tell her) Subah jo hua, woh galat tha, lekin ab lag raha hai jaise yeh sab ache keliye hua.(Lakshmi ji, you… What happened in the morning, it was wrong, but now I feel like everything happened for the best.)
Lakshmi: Aap kya kehna chahte ho saab? (What are you trying to say Sir?)
Me: Thume pata nahi. ( You don’t know)
She tried acting as if she didn’t know anything. Smart girl but not smart enough. I knew she was smiling inside and I knew she knew it too.
Me: Thumhari pyaas mai bhujana chahta hu (I wanna quench your thirst)
Lakshmi: (blushing, voice soft) Saab, yeh theek nahi hai… Rahul saab ko pata chal gaya toh? (Sir, this is wrong…what will happen if Rahul Sir finds out?)
Me: Tho tumhe Rahul ka dar hai, na ki mere se. Tume ache laga na. Tum bhi yeh chathi ho na. (So you are scared of Rahul and not me. You liked it know. You also want this)
Lakshmi: Saab woh mai… (Sir that…)
I leaned in and kissed her on the lips all of a sudden without giving her any heads-up. After a few seconds of smooching, we finally broke apart.
Me: (leaning in closer, my lips inches from her ear) Rahul ko kya kiski ko pata nahi chalega. Yeh hamara secret rahega, jaise tumne kaha tha. (Not only Rahul, but no one will find out about this. This will be our secret, just like you said)
I pressed my hands against her green blouse now, feeling her nipple harden under the fabric.
Lakshmi: Aah saab (Aah Sir)
I pressed harder. She started moaning a bit. I then put my other hand on her right boobs over her blouse and started pressing them as well, but this time more roughly. Lakshmi moaned.
Lakshmi: Saab dheere karo na aahh… (Sir, do it slowly, please aahh…)
Me: Kyu maza nahi aa raha kya? (Why aren’t you enjoying yourself?)
Lakshmi: Nahi saab…ish. (I squished them) aaj to aapki hi hu na (No Sir…ish. I am yours only today)
Me: Tumhe itna zyada maza doonga ki tum har pal mujhe chahogi. (I will give you so much pleasure that every moment you would want me)
I grabbed her ass with both my hands, squeezing it and spanking it hard.
Lakshmi: Saab aah (Sir aah)
Me: Teri saree itni tight lag rahi hai, main madad kar deta hu (Your saree looks so tight, let me help you out)
I then pulled down the remaining piece of saree that covered her lowers which finally revealed her pink petticoat underneath. I touched and felt her waist before digging inside her petticoat with my fingers. I went underneath her panties.
I started rubbing the outer walls of her pussy over her panties slowly, letting her body adapt. She slowly started moaning “ah ah mm ah” I slowly increased my pace while speeding up in between like quick jolts of thunder. After a few seconds, her panties were soaked with her arousal fluids.
She moved her fingers, scratching my back, moving around her body, hugging me as I aroused here. I then decreased the pace of rubbing and slowly entered her pussy with my two fingers.
She moaned as I pushed in and out slowly at first. We kissed as I slowly finger fucked her. I then went in deep without leaving her lips. I raced up my fucking. Each stroke going deeper and deeper.
Lakshmi: Aah saab mm aaah… (Aah Sir mm aaah…)
It didn’t take me long to find her G-spot. When I fingered that area she started getting quite restless, shivering and shaking her body as I pleased her.
Lakshmi: Saab aaah…vahi karo saab..aah aah…ruko mat saab … aaahh (Sir aaah…do it just there sir..aah aah… don’t stop…aaahh)
Me: (my mouth inches away from her ears)Theri puri paani nikaal du, theri chut se? (Should I release all your water from your pussy?)
Lakshmi: Nikaal do saab please nikaal do…aaah (Release it sir please release it…aaah)
I aggressively paced up the finger work, and after almost 6-8 minutes, she squirted out her water fall.
To be continued.