Shanti – An Overheated Maid

Shanti – An Overheated Maid
Maid Servant
Submit Report I had recently moved to Chennai and my family was yet to shift. It had been quite some time since my divorce and I was a regular sex maniac. Being fairly good looking and well endowed with a 9inch dick, and also being rather humorous (as my friends often told me), it was not long before I had a wide friend circle of women who were equally horny and lustful as I was. Soon my stay in the company guest house was beyond the permissible limit and I had to move into an apartment complex. It was there that I met Shanti, the maid. When I moved in, I asked the watchman to send me a maid for my housework. He asked me if I wanted a full time maid, I just laughed saying that I was alone and no maid would agree. He however said that one of his friends’ daughter had just come to the city after her parents passed away and she had nowhere to go and would be willing. I was not keen to have a live-in since I had planned all kinds of hardcore sex with numerous women; however he was almost begging me to take the girl in. I asked him to send her over the next day as it was a Saturday. Sure enough, on Saturday morning at 7 am, the doorbell rang and it was Shanti. She looked in her late twenties, wore a saree and a blouse which was extremely low cut. The swell of her breasts were clearly visible thru her transparent saree and her deep cleavage excited me. She said “Mujhe ramu chaacha ne bheja hai, aapke yahaan kaam karne liye”. She gave me an instant hard on which may have been visible through my pyjamas, and I was thinking of Sheena, who was supposed to meet me tonight. Sheena whom I wanted to fuck the whole night and here was this rather sexy girl who would make life difficult by being at home. I was a bit pissed off and frustrated and said “haan, theek hai, aa jao. Ghar ki safai, khaana banana, kapde dhona sab usual kaam hai. Tum savere 7 baje aa jana aur 9 baje tak nikal jaana. She instantly seemed disturbed and it was then I noticed her small suitcase outside and she said “Lekin ramu chaacha ne to kahaa thaa ki aapke ghar rehna hai”, and she seemed genuinely perturbed. I too did not answer anything as my mind was racing about Sheena and how I would fuck all her holes tonight. Shanti broke my thoughts by nearly begging “Saheb, mein kahaan jaoon, aapko toh pata hi hoga. And she trailed off. I then felt awkward but gruffly said “Theek hai, lekin tum apne kamre mein rehna aur mujhe disturb mat karna. Mere dost log aayenge, aur mein nahin chaahta ki koi problem ho”. To which she instantly replied “nahi sahib, kasam se, mein bilkul kuch nahi karoongi, aapko bilkul disturb nahi karoongi aur aap apne ghar mein jo chahe kar lena. Please sahib. I relented and said ok and as she walked in, her tight ass wrapped in her sari and swinging hips again raised my monster and I was anxious to get Sheena home tonight and fuck her brains out. As luck would have it, Sheena was busy that night and I got sucked into work the next two weeks and no action happened. Shanti had meanwhile adjusted well, she made minimal noise and seemed overly docile in front of me, almost deferential. She had just a few clothes as I realized, since she wore the same dresses repeatedly. I figured she had three blouses, all extremely low cut; she had firm and large tits that were barely concealed, she didn’t wear a bra, she had four panties which seemed quite small for her large ass, the elastic on the panties seemed worn out by fatigue. As she would clean the house or wash the clothes, I could often see the swell of her large breasts thru her dress and would get a hard-on, but was always frustrated because I was unable to lead my life of getting my women friends home and banging them. Things changed when my large project was over and I was freer now and the women started coming home, the first being Renuka. Renuka was a confirmed nymphomaniac. Her husband had left her when he found her cheating behind his back, on their bedroom with his best friend one Sunday afternoon. Since then she used to hang out at pubs and try and find a safe-stranger to fuck her crazy and put out her heat. She needed sex at least every alternate day and would last the entire night. I met Renuka at a party and we had instantly hit it off and soon, I invited her over for dinner. I reached home before her that night and instantly realized the problem with Shanti being at home and whether it would curtail Renuka. I told Shanti to cook some extra dinner, kept the booze ready and told Shanti to go to sleep and not come out tonight as a friend of mine was coming. She nodded silently and was off to bed even before Renuka came; allowing me to conceal the fact that I had someone at home from Renuka. I had a pack of condoms with me and was ready for the evening. Renuka came by 8pm, dressed in a single piece black figure hugging dress with noodle straps that clearly accentuated her raw sex appeal. Since this was our first time, we went about it slowly, had a light dinner and sat down with our drinks to watch a movie. Renuka made the first move by saying it was getting late, allowing me to suggest that she stay back. She made an expression of false surprise saying “but I don’t have any night clothes or change of dress for tomorrow to which I replied I can deal with that” and I smiled. She smiled too and leaned forward, her breath smelling of vodka, and I caught her medium sized breasts through her dress and soon was mauling her tits and sucking them noisily. She was in heat and reached for my shorts and pulled them down as my pre-cum soaked boner presented itself to her skillful hands. I continued to knead her breasts as she stroked my cock with one hand, sitting astride on me on the sofa, and pulled my mouth to her breasts with the other and smothered me. I moved one hand to her wet pussy and then another around her round ass to her anus and began fingering her as I bit and chewed on her nipples.

She soon began to moan and I was aroused, while she seemed on fire. For a brief moment I remembered Shanti in the next room and wondered what she may think, the thought was lost when Renuka moved and bent down and began sucking my dick, licking my precum, playing with my balls, fingering my asshole, tickling the base of my mushroom head with her tongue playfully and I returned to grab her full ass with both my hands. Her skillful tongue soon had me groaning She was staring at me without blinking as she fucked my dick with her mouth, nibbling at times and sucking noisily at the other. She sensed my build up and held my ass with her other hand to prevent me from moving, staring into my eyes all the while, and intensified her efforts at fisting me. I began to shake and groan, she looked up at me one last time, opened her mouth like a horny slut wanting it all. And then began the hardest tug job on me with both her hands, closed her eyes and she was sucking me like crazy. And with a loud cry, I exploded in her mouth. She continued sucking me till I was dry, not letting a drop go waste and then continued playing with my balls till I was hard again. She then turned and lifted her dress as she kneeled on the sofa and cried out in ecstatic agony “Fuck me man, fuck me in my ass and come all over me. That was enough to set me racing. I forgot all about the condoms and plunged my dick in her ass. She screamed loudly and I also grunted loudly and soon was fucking each other at a furious pace. She whimpered and cried as I reached forward, increased my pace, plucked her nipples with one hand and tweaked her wet pussy with the other. She was soon moaning continuously, and then within a few minutes, she started shuddering violently and screamed I’m cuming”, her nipples turned hard as I squeezed her tits, rammed four fingers into her climaxing dripping pussy, her orgasm pushing her over the edge as her sphincter gripped my superheated cock tightly and I shouted out “me too”, and I exploded in her ass. She slumped on the sofa, still shivering, I slumped on her, our bodies covered in sweat, as I kissed her ear and we nestled for a short nap. After a while we woke up again and spent the night fucking in different parts of the house, noisily climaxing each time, and we must have fucked till at least 4am and we fell asleep nude in the bedroom with the door open. At 7 am, I awoke as the sunlight swept thru the window, I heard the quiet flow of water in the kitchen and remembered Shanti and got angry that Renuka may wake up and not return again. Quickly I draped a towel and ran to the kitchen, and saw Renuka washing some plates quietly. Her silent demeanor and pathetic dress (another of her torn rags that exposed her completely) made me feel sorry for her, horny for a fuck and I just said “shhhh” as I took my finger to my lip. She saw me and smiled silently, staring for briefly longer than necessary, and she nodded and turned, her round ass once again creating a tent in my towel, as I ran to the bedroom and lifted a sleeping Renuka’s leg and dived my dick into her pussy and began a rough morning fuck and soon the two of us were once again panting and fucking our brains out, crying loudly with each climax. Finally around 10am, Renuka realized how late it was, and before I could even offer her coffee or a breakfast, she wore her dress, gave me a soft kiss at the door and a hard squeeze on my dick, and then promised to be back for more and left. Shanti and I were now alone at home. I went to the kitchen for a glass of milk; and Shanti came and offered to make it. I was kind of pleased with how quiet and nonchalant she was being, her tits once again fighting with her tattered tight blouse, her tight ass created a bulblike effect on her saree. I felt tired and left her in the kitchen and proceeded to have a smoke. Soon I bathed and left for work, only to return at 10 PM, this time with Mallika a colleague of mine who was staying in Chennai while her husband worked in Dubai; Mallika who had never been with any man besides her husband, Mallika whom I had been seducing for over three weeks now, Mallika who was shy of her mountainous over-sized watermelon boobs, Mallika who had slight dark armpit hair that was visible behind her wet sweaty blouse, Mallika who wore a mangalsutra and sindoor like any housewife, Mallika the ultra sexy, the sexually deprived, the super endowed, shy woman who was about to be transformed to a fuck machine. I am reachable at [email protected]