My maid, Yamuna aunty
Hey friends, hope you’re all doing well. Thank you for showing so much love in my earlier stories. So this is a real story between a housemaid and me in our street, Yamuna Aunty (name changed). Yamuna Aunty is a simple woman aged around 35 to 36 years. She works at multiple houses throughout our street, but not at our place. She is lean, well-built, fair and very friendly. She has a pair of good 34C boobs, not huge, but good ass, paired with a lean, slim waistline. Overall, she’s not very wantable, but no one can put down an offer to drill her anyway. Coming back to the main story, it was going really well with Bharti, our maid. I used to fuck her like hell whenever I had a chance. But then she had to go to her village for a month, and I had to spend the whole time without sex. I was sad but had no choice. Days went by. One day, Mom and Dad had to go to my uncle’s place for a function. I couldn’t go because of my work. Now, I was alone for 4 days or so. I planned to be home for one day and skip work. I got up, had breakfast, and masturbated 2 times, already seeing the videos that I had made with Bharti. It was almost 11.30. I was watching a steamy movie, sitting all naked on the couch, when suddenly the bell rang. It was a very odd time, as no one could have come at that time. I ignored the bell and continued watching my movie. But then I heard someone call me by my name, “Rahul, Rahul beta, your Mom told me to do the dishes” I couldn’t recognise the voice. With no other option left, I tied a towel and went to open the door. As I opened the door, Yamuna Aunty was standing in front of me, drenched in sweat. Her dupatta is tied across her body on her waistline. I really like the smell coming from the maids, the ones who have sweat mixed with some cheap powder they use. I saw her in awe and stood there. My dick started to form a tent. Honestly, by now, she would have seen it. I gained consciousness and told her to come in. But as she went in, my towel got stuck in her bangles. While going in, she unknowingly pulled it with her. Upon realising this, I told her, but it was too late. There I was, all naked with a 7 inch dark, erect, hard rock dick. It was pointing towards her, calling her to get into action with it. She stared at my dick for a long while. Then gave me the towel and ran towards the kitchen, but with a naughty smile. I wasn’t sure at this point, so I decided not to make any sudden moves and keep it slow. I first wore my boxers and adjusted my dick, pointing frontwards to make it clearly visible. I checked all the doors, ensured they were locked and went to the kitchen. Yamuna was doing the dishes. I went behind her, pointing my dick directly towards her asshole. With a thrust, I forced it to hit her deep while picking up a glass to drink water. While I did so, she left a slight moan. “Aah,” she said. She clenched her ass, making my dick struggle a little. By now, I had understood that even she wanted what I was looking for. But I still acted to play cool. I went back to my room. Within no time, she even came in and asked me if there was anything else I wanted her to do. I wanted to make sure that she begged me before I made any further moves. I told her, “No, aunty, I didn’t even know that you would come for the dishes. What else can I tell you?” Her face showed disappointment at the rejection, but lust had taken over her by now. She said, “Do you want me to apply some oil to your hair? They look so dry?” Her eyes were telling me that she wanted a yes from me. I was sure by now, so I played along and said, “Yeah, sure, aunty, why not? I mean, who would say no to a head massage?” With a naughty smile, she removed her dupatta. She took oil from the bathroom and told me to sit. I sat with my back facing her. She started by applying some oil to my head, and gradually, I started enjoying it. I tilted my head backwards to a point where the back of my head was touching her pussy. I could feel the heat that she was generating. I started to rub my head against her. She lifted and tucked her suit sideways to make room for me to function properly. She then stopped and said, “Turn your head towards me, beta. My hands are not able to reach properly.” I instantly got up and turned towards her. While doing so, I hit her in the face with my hard af dick and sat down. Now, the situation is that I am sitting with my face directly between Yamuna Aunty’s legs. I am just centimetres away from her glory whole. She is applying oil all over the back of my head, shoulders and neck. She then started occasionally pushing my head from to back towards her pussy. I understood it was a part of her game. I also dug my face deep and bit on her pussy from above her salwar. By now, it was pretty heatingly obvious where this was going. I had put my hands towards her back, grabbing her ass and pushing her pussy into my face. She was moaning and scratching my back and neck out of the lust that had taken over her now. I straight away got up and threw her in bed, jumped on her and started to kiss her wildly. She started to respond in return. She opened her mouth and welcomed my tongue inside her. My maid Yamuna Aunty was performing like a pro porn star. I tore her kurti, and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I got straight to eating her cute boobs with round buttoned nipples, which were super erect. Yamuna was rubbing her hands all around me. She held me by my hair, pushing me to suck on her tits harder and harder. I started going down, licking every inch of her body. She had zero body hair, which was completely to my surprise. I reached her navel. It was very appealing and calling me to suck it. After a while of the licking session, I told her to remove her salwar. She told me to remove my boxers, too, as she was not able to hold anymore for a good look at my iron rod. “Give it to me now, Rahul beta.