Servant Chumki becomes sex slave
Maid Servant
Submit Report Though Sunday is a holiday for everyone, my parents have been busy since last month. My elder sister, who married two years ago, became a mother last month. So, my parents have taken responsibility for fostering the child and taking care of her. Jamaibabu, Didi’s husband, is now out of town due to some assignment work for his job. I was sitting alone by the window, working on a job assignment on my laptop, when the doorbell rang. It was Chumki, our servant maid, aged in her mid-30s, who has been working for us since half a year ago. She arrived to wash dishes and clothes, and to do some other chores. She wore a yellow saree and yellow blouse; sweat popped up from her face and shoulder. She has a perfectly toned body figure. Her saggy breasts are invisible inside the blouse, and her buttocks seem to be like a pumpkin. She is not chubby, but her fatty breasts and buttocks make her sexier than other maids. I am sure her breasts are more than 36 inches. When she entered my room, she told me, “Chote Babuji, today I will leave shortly. My husband had an accident last night. Though I have informed your mother, please tell her again.” (Chumki calls me Chote Babuji/Babuji, and Bade Sahab to my father.) I asked, “What happened to him?” She answered, “He was drunk last night, and a car hit him.” I said, “Oh! Serious issue. Why didn’t he quit drinking?” She said, “I have told him so many times, but he has an addiction to it.” I said, “Do you have any children?” She said, “No, Chote Babuji. When he comes back home, he is always fully drunk.” I said, “Okay, you may leave as soon as you complete your work; just inform me before you leave.” She said, “Of course, Chote Babuji.” She left my room and started doing her tasks. I turned on the TV and started searching for an English movie. After changing two or three channels, when I didn’t find a suitable one, I turned off the TV and sat with my laptop. I opened the web browser and started searching for some adult films. Nothing can satisfy me more than this when I’m bored. Not always, but only at midnight or sometimes in these situations, especially when alone. I found one and started playing it, but in very low sound. Naturally, I enjoy the scenes more than the sounds and accomplish my job. During the peak of arousal, Chumki shouted, “Chote Babuji, can you please come here for a while? I fell down the stairs.” At first, I couldn’t hear due to my arousal, but when she called a second time, I heard it and tried to put my erect cock into my pants. I ejaculated on my fingers and some also in my pants, with a short moan for discharge. I replied to her, “Ahh… Oh shit! Yes, I’m coming.” After reaching near the staircase, I found her half-lying on the last stair, moaning harshly in pain. Chumki: Ohh! Babuji, I fell from there, the last three stairs. My legs are injured badly, and I’m feeling much pain in my waist. Can you please lead me to the chair? Me: Wait, give your one arm over my shoulder; try to stand. Chumki: Ahh! Babuji, I can’t; I’m feeling so much pain. I had no other option than to lift her and put her on the sofa. Chumki: No, Babuji, let me sit on the chair. I didn’t use the sofa. Me: Shut up! Keep resting over here; I am bringing an ayurvedic balm. Otherwise, you will not be able to walk soon. After saying this, I ran to find the balm and came back shortly. Then I applied it smoothly over her legs and then asked to give some on the waist too. Me: Should I also massage the waist, or will you do it yourself? By giving me permission, she pulled down her saree. During the massage, her saree went down more, and her black panties became visible; she didn’t even notice this. After some time, when she pulled up her saree, she noticed that it had gone down too much. Chumki: Ba… Babuji, did anything shameful happen? Me: No, nothing. It’s okay. Chumki: What happened, Babuji? Please tell me… I didn’t mean to do this. Me: Nothing. Chumki begged for pardon, and she limped away from my sight. Although that scene didn’t attract me much because I had ejaculated just before that incident, so it couldn’t have had an impact on me. After two days of this incident, Chumki came and behaved normally. On that day, I was so busy in my room with some office projects. Even I forgot to take my lunch, and Chumki came to remind me. Though it’s not new, because, besides doing all tasks, she also takes care of our family. I told her that I would take it soon, and she left for her work. After completing my task, I came down to the dining room to take my lunch and found Chumki in an awkward situation. I took the scene very excitingly. She was changing her saree in the kitchen corner due to sweat. She was adjusting her petticoat and had worn a red blouse. A plan struck me in the head. I carried my lunch dish to my room. On the next day, she came and started to do her tasks. When she came and knocked on my door for wiping the floor, I executed my plan. Just after knocking, I gradually increased the sound of my laptop a little bit and played a horny adult video there. Just after 10 seconds, I turned off the video and quickly opened the door. She was wiping the floor outside the door with a cloth and stared at me. Chumki: Chote Babuji, I came to wipe off your room’s floor. Now can I? I guessed she might have listened to something, at least those adult sounds. Me: Yes, yes, please do. I noticed she wasn’t looking at my eyes when speaking; even just sometimes before, she was talking with me with a smile, looking at my eyes. However, I was waiting for something more exciting, and the time came. Slowly I stepped and came down by the stairs and found her again half-naked when changing her saree. Not a long time passed after I made her hear that adult sound. From the back, I grabbed her breasts and started to press them lightly.