Ice cold to red hot
In the early days I was a little wary of Indian maids – I heard about how prized their virginity was and how much trouble you could get in to with their family, friends and the police if you messed around with them. Now I realize that they are women like women everywhere – they have desires, they get wet and they like to fuck, what more can I say?There are many stories I could tell, but there are certain things I like: I find it a turn-on if a maid calls me ‘Master’, or is just too obedient thus suggesting she’d do absolutely anything you told her to. And of course, some maids love to show a little breast, or reveal some thigh as they swab the floor, or bend over when making the bed in such a way as to reveal the shape of their bottom. Another little tease is to stand in front of the window so that the light shines straight through the thin material of their trousers – very bad., one of the first maids I ever had was Devjani. She was married and very beautiful- quite tall, stately, long black hair always tied up smartly, slim but curvy, and piercing brown eyes. She was clearly very cautious of me, always leaving doors open, reluctant to go and clean a room until I had left it. I guess she had had some bad experiences and when I commented on this to an Indian friend she said ‘imagine how it must be for a girl like that living in the kind of society that she does – she will have men trying to rape her all the time.’Over the weeks her confidence with me increased, she was still wary but seemed more at ease. She even began to smile a little and she would maintain eye contact whereas in the beginning her eyes would always look away. At the same time I couldn’t help but look at her in that certain way, I took in all the features of her face, all the curves of her body, and I would search her eyes for any sign of warmth or interest. Every time she would clean the floor, her legs spread wide for balance, I would look, hoping to see her inner thighs, or her panties, but with no luck.One afternoon I was at home and feeling tired. I decided to take a little sleep so closed the curtains and went to bed, naked as most English people tend to do. Some time later I began to stir, aware that I had a strong erection and of the sensation of something warm and moist around my cock. I was a little startled and as my eyes struggled to focus I could see Devjani facing me, kneeling across my legs, her left hand on my chest, her right around the base of my cock and her mouth sucking at my tool. I started to sit up but she pushed me back gently, continuing to suck, but a little harder. As soon as she understood I wasn’t moving she moved her left hand from my chest to cup my balls, squeezing gently, and then to massage the area between my balls and my anus. God she was an expert at this. For a few moments she took me out of her mouth, peeled back the foreskin and licked around the exposed bulb, taking her tongue down its full length, around and under under my balls. She pumped me hard with her hand, before putting me back into her mouth and sucking again, hard, demanding my milk. I tried to grip her head as I moved towards orgasm but she pushed my hands away and eased off. I understood who was in control here.Again, she started to suck me hard, moving her head up and down, rubbing the end of my cock against the roof of her mouth. I couldnt take it any more, and I thrust upwards deep into her mouth, gripping a fist full of her clothes and pulling her down. My cock was huge, rock hard, and my balls emptied all of my spunk into her mouth in long bursts. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Then she got up and left, evading my hands as I reached out to hold her, and she was gone.The next day she didn’t come to work, but she returned the day after, keeping her distance. I said and did nothing. A short while after she was cleaning the floor, legs spread, and I saw a flash of thigh, my eyes journeyed up Under her clothes. Her eyes evaded mine. Again, she continued, showing a little then moving so the show was over. I knew what she was doing. I stood up and walked past her, my developing erection clearly visible through my shorts. I didn’t look but I knew she had seen. After a few minutes I returned, I just couldn’t resist. I was burning, my cock was huge and throbbing, her time had come.She was bent over the table, polishing it with a crunched up sheet of newspaper. I put my hand on her back and gently but force fully pushed her chest against the table. She turned her face to look towards the bulge in my pants and began talking in Hindi – I didn’t understand. As she didn’t physically resist I let my hand feel her bottom through her sari, running my fingers deep into the valley between her cheeks searching for her cunt. She struggled to get up, so I released her, but I could see from her eyes she was aroused.She freed herself of her sari, revealing a bra that was a little too small and a pair of white pants that struggled to cover the mass of thick black hair between her legs. She turned back and lay against the table. “Open your legs” I instructed, but she didn’t react, so I pulled her thighs apart before sinking to my knees. I licked her upper thighs, all around the line of her panties, then using my fingers, gently pulled the flesh either side of her hole to open her up. Within seconds a moist patch appeared on her panties as her juices spilled out. I pulled her knickers down around her thighs and buried my face between her legs, soaking up her aroma, and the sweet taste of her love juice. Her hole was open. My tongue pushed deep into her, fucked her, came out and massaged her clit before moving up to lick her asshole. She began to moan softly and push her hole against my face. I used my nose and my chin to pleasure her, invaded both her holes with my fingers, sucked her clit and squeezed her tight little ass.