She: The Picasso Of Seduction – Part 1

She: The Picasso Of Seduction - Part 1
She: Bhaiyya.. Please.. Please mujhe aj chod.. Please.. Mere badan bhatti ki tarah jhulsa hua h.. Me: Didi, abhi nahi please, mummy bahar h. Samjho. She tried to kiss mine on my lips. I turned and it landed partly on my lips and rest on my cheeks. I resisted I didn’t know how much more I can but I did. Lust was starting to take over my body. I was resisting not because I didn’t want to have her right there on my study table. My mom was there, just a wooden window between us and my mom. The maid wasn’t able to contain her lust. I could see that in her eyes. Lust. Lust with an abundance of love and affection. My penis was at its full glory waiting for my pant to slid down. To add to it, the horny she was using her hand on it to lower it. She was the Picasso of seduction which you will learn in the story. And she took my right hand and slid it into her blouse and then into her bra. I placed my left hand on her mouth and started pressing her boob. I know that she would have moaned loud enough to get my mom’s attention. Man, I wasn’t able to take it. She turned over and to add to the already head blowing heat between us, her ass was touching my poking penis. She started rubbing it on my crotch. Now I was in need of a hand on my mouth. But I controlled my voice somehow. Her ass – it was the largest meat on her body and she was using it just the way it can be used best. Though I wasn’t about to unload my load I wanted it to finish ASAP because we were taking more than enough risk. I was standing at her back mauling her boobs from behind with my penis being rubbed by her with her ass. Her ass was just covered by a synthetic saree and petticoat and no panties. I started licking her neck and her back of her ear, up and down. I had lost it and from the neck, I moved towards her lips and started kissing her like a mad man. She competing me in that as she started kissing me harder. She: Mm.. Haa… Yess.. She released the kiss while rubbing my penis on her ass. She: Bhaiyya.. Ha.. Yess.. Meri choot se nadiya beh rahi h.. Apko peena nahi h meri choot ka pani.. Aah I kissed her and I licked and licked her mouth like cone ice cream. She was still rubbing her ass on my crotch. She: Bhaiyya, mujhe apke muh m peri choot ragadni h.(I want to rub my clit on your face). Aahh.. Apko mero choot ka pani ni peena.. Ahh bhaiyya.. I knew I can’t take it beyond this point. If I go there, it will be no return. But sometimes, destiny doesn’t go with our will. I bit her voluptuous arm. I was licking her arm. Her arm was one of the sexiest parts of her body. I bit her and kissed her. I licked her on the arm again. I wasn’t able to control my lust. I took my left hand and raised her saree from the front. I guessed it right, she wasn’t wearing pantie. She knew what I was about to. So she stopped rubbing her ass and spread her legs apart to let my hands access her clit. I started rubbing her clit to get her even more wet. Her vaginal leak had already crossed her knees. Then I inserted my middle and ring finger into her vagina as deep as I could. She was about to moan aloud but before that, I stopped mauling her breasts. I placed my hand over her mouth to suppress her moans. I rubbed her g-spot a number of times. That bitch bit my hand to contain her lust! I enjoyed the pain. I took out the fingers and put them into my mouth the same way I put it into her vagina and sucked every bit of her juice off my hand and licked it again and again. I was mad and she knew what all I liked. She took two of her fingers into her mouth and drenched it well in her saliva. She took it out and put those fingers into my mouth. I sucked and licked her hand, I was at the peak now. Now she took my penis out and pulled back my skin. I was wet with precum. She turned around and took my precum into her hand and licked her hand. All that sticky stinky, but it was chocolate for her. She ate it the same way. Then she freed herself and got on her knees. She started giving me a handjob. She was looking on it the same way a lioness looks at her meat to eat. “Brijesh!!!” I heard my mother call my name. I was scared as hell. We threw each other apart and I picked up my pants and covered my erection. She ran into the toilet to hide. She knew she will lose her job and I would lose my legs if my mother caught us with her on her knee, my dick in her hand, she about to take it in her mouth and her boobs out. I ran to my mom to know that my friend was standing outside. I said to him: “Bhai, abhi nahi bad m aa. Me game khel raha hu abhi bahar nahi aa sakta bad m aa please.. And he left. He smelled something fishy as I was all sweaty and I had never shooed him off like that before. I ignored him and ran towards my room. I saw her standing there with the broom, drenched in sweat. Her hair was all undone like she was fucked just a few minutes ago like a bitch. She smiled at me, came towards me, kissed me on my cheek and teased me. She: Aunty ko kuch shak to nahi hua. She was scared too. Me: Pata nahi me poora paseena me hu. Aur kapde bhi idhar udhar ho rahe h shak to shayad hua hoga apko ko idhar 15-20 minutes bhi to hue. She: Meri choot tadap rahi h. Me ese m pagal ho jaungi. And she started rubbing me again. She was like she doesn’t give a fuck about my mom finding out and all. This time, I held her hand and said, “Di, abhi nahi baat mano. Pakde gaye to fir kuch karna nahi ho paega baat samjho. She: Kab bhujaoge meri pyas. And she licked my lips. Me: Kal mummy school jaa rahi h kal din poora khali h. Aap ajana me apko itta chodunga ki ap chal tak nahi paoge. She came near me and whispered into my ears, “Sale tune meri choot ka pani pee liya par moko moka nahi mila. Ye bahut galat baat h. Kal iska badla hoga.” I kissed her cheeks there itself and she had to go away and do her work. I knew that she regretted not sucking suck my dick when she had a chance. She loved to do it.

‘She’ – how should I define her? She was a pure lust for me. She defined passion, affection. She was the same as alcohol for a drunkard. I can’t take it much but if I don’t, I start dying. I don’t know if I love her even though I know I can’t. ‘She’ is elder to me at least 10 years but shared the same enthusiasm and lust as me. I lust her, more than I can define through words. I was going to my aunt’s house. I was sitting in my car with my family (mom, dad, and brother). It was a summer day and we were about to exit our street. I saw a woman literally shining in the sun, reflecting each and every ray falling on her body. She was milky white. Our eyes met and she looked at me the same way she would look any other guy on the road. She walked past us and we too left. After a few days, I was playing cricket with my friends on the road and I saw the same beauty again. I couldn’t stop myself staring at her beauty and she noticed me too. Then she entered into the house just adjacent to ours. Man, she was our neighbour’s maid I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes and I imagined our maid – a skinny skeleton with size zero boobs and ass that too, I never noticed. My perverted friends tried to look at her and got disappointed. And to the contrary, the neighbour got a goddess maid for an old man, old woman and a boy who never got a chance with her. I was a ‘Sakt Londa’. I never indulged with any girls even from my class. I was into dance and it was everything for me. I never even imagined a situation as described above. I never knew that I would fuck that goddess till she faints. I never knew that I would cum in her mouth, vagina, asshole in every possible way and in every possible situation. I had a very conservative lower middle-class family and we live with all the qualities of a middle class. And especially me, I would never indulge in all these till it’s of love and passion. I believe lust without passion is pointless. I came back from college a day and saw my mom frustrated because the maid hadn’t come. She was getting irritated as all her schedule got disturbed and she had to do all the work. One day passed, two days passed and a week passed. But our maid didn’t come again. My mom decided to get another maid. She started inquiring and she appointed one she found out from a friend of hers. She was another piece of art. This was a dark complexion maid and man, she had some boobs and ass. I was a sakt launda and never tried to do anything at all. She was a regular maid but my mom wasn’t satisfied with her work. To my luck, my mom once had to argue with the maid for her lack of punctuality and cleanliness. She went all the way on her and the maid was also an ill-behaved milf. And finally, my mom ended up firing her. The same thing again, she had to search for a new maid. My mom was not in good terms with the neighbour aunty for which ‘she’ worked. Though that was the situation, everything worked towards my favour. My mom came to know about the maid and she inquired about her. And after a lot of research this time, finally the goddess I saw that day outside was working for us as our maid. I was a sakt launda and I got pighal gaya here. So many maids have come and gone but I was never interested in any of them. Even if I was, I couldn’t react to my lust. And I was proud of it. But.. But ‘she’ was different in all the angles. She was punctual she did the work the best way anyone could and my mom loved her work. My mom was so happy that mom used to feed her whenever she asked for. She became like a good friend of my mom and my mom used to call her to our family functions too (obviously for work). And my mom paid her generously. She was also decent. I would have killed to have a glimpse of her cleavage when she used to mop the floor while sitting down. But not even a centimeter was visible. She attracted me just with her face. And she used to showcase her back that was not intentional as it was the style of north Indian saree. I used to admire it with a dripping mouth. The relationship between me and the maid will be explained in the next part. And only from the next part, I will be telling you the important incidents that led to.. Oh man, I am having an erection already! Guys, this is going to be a long one. If you want to know more about how we ended up making passionate love, let me know. Do comment and send reviews on email. Every word I have written is a true incident of my life. Even my name is real Brijesh. Be happy. Be loveful. Be loved. Email: [email protected] You know it won’t be appropriate to share my original e-mail here. Thank you.