Raani, Our Maid, My Love

Raani, Our Maid, My Love
Being a single child to my working parents and an introvert, I never had many friends. But I had ample time to enjoy, alone. My parents never returned home until 9 and my school got over at 3. So, I had nearly 5 hours to do anything, that was, of course, legal and possible. For supervising me, my parents had appointed a full-time maid. She worked for our family since the time when I was around 14. I called her ‘Raani Didi’, even though she was a bit old for being approached as ‘Didi’. I don’t know the exact age but she was near around early 40-ish. I always considered her, a family member, as taught to me by my parents. I ensured that my talks never disrespected her. We never interacted much, except for her making me snacks after the school or any other occasional events. Time passed, nothing changed. I was now in the final year of high school. I never really liked the school because I never had someone to interact with. But this was my fault because I never really tried to interact with anyone. But still, this was kind of depressing and monotonous. Most of the times, I had my lunch in my classroom, alone. Accompanied by the lovebirds of the class in some distant benches, making out, trying to explore new horizons. I wished to be in the same condition too. To satisfy my frustration, I watched porn and masturbated just like any other young adult. While scrolling through the videos once, I came across a maid-owner porn clip. Now, this clip was not very attractive or something exceptional. But it turned me on and made me experience nirvana. I used that clip for a couple of more sessions. But then, it no more attracted me like it did the first time. From near-about that time, I developed an interest, an attraction towards my maid. As I mentioned, she was in her forties, similar to any typical Indian lady. The wheatish complexion, fat at the right places, oiled hair, pierced and seemingly conservative. As time passed, my lust soared and my attraction increased. I began imagining her and me in different situations, making out. One fine day, I gathered some courage and decided to interact with her after school at any cost. Once home, I tried to talk to her. While she was preparing dinner in the evening, I casually asked her about her family. I got to know that her husband died 8 years ago and her only kid had settled in another town as a clerk, married. Although I was talking to her in a normal manner, naughty thoughts were arising inside of me. I had an erection. She noticed it but ignored it. I don’t know how or when but precum started oozing out and made a visible stain on my shorts. She laughed and commented, “Baaton main hi jhad gaya!” I felt embarrassed and locked myself in my room, regretting such a foolish attempt. On one hand, I was feeling low but on the other, her playful comment elevated my mood. We didn’t interact until the next day. Next day, as soon as I reached home, she approached me, inquiring me regarding the snacks. I responded, “Aap jo khilaoge woh khaa lunga.” She replied in a funny tone, ” Main to banane ka pooch rahi thi, ab tujhe khana hai toh khila bhi dungi,” and we both laughed. As I freshened up, she made me some fries and entered my room, announcing, “Baithiye beta ji, aapko khila de.” She dipped one of the fries in ketchup and brought it near my mouth. I gulped the entire fry in one go and licked a few her fingers too, to which, she replied, “Aaram se Beta, mujhe bhi khayega kya?” I laughed and commented, “Mauka toh do.” She smiled in a flirtatious manner. I couldn’t believe but she licked the next fry instead of applying some ketchup and brought it near me. I don’t know why but I gulped that one down really fast. She did the same for some more fries. I gulped them all. I felt accomplished on one side but was a bit scared on the other. I, then asked in a foolish tone, “Yeh abhi abhi kya hua?” and smirked. She responded, “Jo hum dono chahte hain, wahi hua.” I said, “Aap bhi?” She added, “Bahut samay se dekh rahi hu tumhe. Ya toh laptop ko dekhte rehte ho ya mujhe. Tujhe kya laga, dikhta nahi mujhe? Pata tha mujhe, jo aaj tak nahi bola woh aaj kaise bol pada, tharki andaaz mein. Beta jitni hawas tum mein bhari hai na, uski double mujh me hai. Pati hai nahi, bachche bhag gaye, choot ki tadap koi nahi samajh sakta.” Just then, I hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips, sucking them like a baby feeding on a breast. We were so engaged in the act, unaware of our own bodies. I didn’t realize but when the kiss ended, passionately, she was now sitting on my legs. She said, “Yeh galat hai par sahi bhi, kyunki hun dono ki manzoori hai. Tu yeh pakka chahta hain na?” I replied, “Oye kutia, itna sab karne ke baad gyaan mat jhaad, seedhi mat pesh aa.” She slapped me hard and said, “Bahut maalik maalik ban liya, ab ya toh mera kutta ban ya mera shauhar.” I couldn’t figure out the meaning of this comment. But I replied anyway, foolishly, “Kutta bhi banunga aur shauhar bhi.” She laughed, saying, “Aaja phir.” She undressed me and stared at my cock like a deep, sexually-deprived woman, who just found the treasure for her mine. In no time, she was licking it like a dog. Gulping it to and fro, all wet, this feeling couldn’t be explained in words, it was heavenly. I was lost, experiencing every bit of her mouth, the softness, some hard touches from her teeth. Just so provocative and naughty. She said, “Yeh cheez kya hai, nasheela hai tera lund, maze toh zindagi ke ab aayenge.” I laughed and started undressing her. She wore a cheap cotton saree and cheap undergarments with holes which made me feel a bit sad. I said to her, “Faad de inhe, kal naye lene challenge.” This obviously was out of the blue but I could see the expression of happiness on her face. Totally undressed, she stood before me with pretty big breasts and a really wide nipple dark and crazy.

She had a decent smelly bush on her armpits and her pussy. But that turned me on furthermore. I dropped on my knees and started sucking and licking her inner thighs, drenched in sweat with an intoxicating aroma. It pushed me further to lick it more vigorously. Her pussy smelt funny, inviting me to lick her dry. I was now licking it for a couple of minutes with all her pubic hairs wet with my saliva. Her body started shaking. She ordered me, “Chaat te reh, nikaal de sara ras.” Just then a huge load of her vaginal juices was squirting on my face. Most of it in my mouth, which was the tastiest fluid for me, strangely. She said, “Rukja thodi der, aati hu.” I asked, “Kaaha jaa rahi hai mujhe chhod ke Raani?” She replied, “Mootne bhi nahi dega kya ab?” I, being completely submerged in the atmosphere, drunk in lust, replied, “Mere hote hue kahi mat jaa, iss room ko chhod ke.” She asked, “Itna pagal hai kya mere liye?” I knelt down and bit her pussy hard, connecting both of the holes, my mouth, and her pee-hole. Just when, a stream of hot salty, beer-tasted urine entered my mouth. I drank all of it, in a go. She laughed hard and said, “Mere Raja, itna pyaar karta hai toh bola kyu nahi pehle, ragad ragad ke thak gayi thi main.” I replied, “Ab toh aa gaya main, tera hi hoon, karle jo karna hai.” We both jumped toward the bed. She opened her legs wide, inviting me for the feast and said, “Karle jo chahe iss choot ke saath.” Already erected, I inserted my dick into the gold mine. It was difficult initially because she didn’t have someone to love her for a long time. But then, her juices made the act easier. She moaned hard, with each stroke. We shifted and changed positions, just name it, all of them, doggy style, missionary. She even rode me. I came inside her pussy and could feel the warmth, just heaven. We hugged and spooned down, all wet in juices of our love. She broke the silence by saying, “Mujhe nahi pata tha kit tu itna mastikhor niklega. Ragad ke fir se shuru kar diya meri choot ko.” I kissed her and bit her on the shoulder, leaving a love-bite. She further said, “Le, aaj se teri property ho gayi main, thappa laga diya tune tera.” I replied, “Tera hi hu zindagi bhar” and we both fell asleep. I didn’t realize, when. On waking up, my dick was already erect and she was sleeping. I decided to wake her up with a stroke. I brought my dick near her pussy and gave a huge thrush. But unknowingly, instead of her pussy, I rammed her asshole. She woke with a scream and said, “Kutte, maar hi daal mujhe.” But the next moment she began applying saliva to her cute pink butthole and said, “Le daal.” Although tough, I somehow managed to insert most of my dick into her sweet hole. It was way tighter than her pussy but stimulated me greatly. All these experiences were just so enthralling. I was praising my luck deep within. I came inside of her asshole and she said, “Barbaad kar diya na, mujhe peena tha,” like a child. I immediately began sucking her asshole and sucked out most of the cum into my mouth. I went near to her mouth and emptied all of it into her. She said, “Haraami nikla tu” and we both laughed. We made out for a couple of minutes more. We didn’t realize but it was already 8. She said, “Jaldi saaf karke khaana banana padega. Main room saaf karti hu, tu khaane ki taiyaari kar. Shak hua memsahib ko toh dono ki khair nahi.” She prepared the dinner naked, drenched in both of our cum. It just increased my libido. We somehow managed to complete all the chores in time. On the dinner table, she blew me a kiss and winked and we shared smiles. We explored new horizons like two committed lovebirds since then which is a story for the next time. Signing off. Tej. Suggestions and feedback on [email protected].