The Maid Has ‘Needs’
We were renting a portion of a HIG villa in the posh South Delhi neighborhood of Vasant Vihar. Our housemaid, Yukta, lived not very far, in the modest dwellings of Yusuf Sarai. Ever since the curfew was declared in Delhi, the classes I was teaching at college became online classes. From then on, I’ve had a lot of spare time. That morning, I gazed at Yukta from the dining table, where I was sitting with my laptop. Initially, the ‘gaze’ was out of focus. I was looking in her general direction, following her movements. But my mind was thinking about other things, like books, evening plans and such. Yukta pulled me out of my clouded thoughts. She was telling me something about food. I had ordered from a nearby mess because my live-in girlfriend was away. She had gone to her parents’ home for the pandemic period. My maid and I were alone at home . Yukta tasted the restaurant curry and complained: Yukta: Saab, this is too spicy. Vikas: Oh, yes, and salty too. Yukta: I’ll make something here, don’t order from outside She declared and moved on. I didn’t get a chance to comment, but I noticed her trim figure for the first time. She was probably five and a half feet tall – a pretty girl with cat eyes and long hair till her hips. She had hairless, baby smooth, copper-gold skin, and no makeup except kajal. I’d seen her using a drop of ghee to moisten her lips and hands. She twisted her oily hair into a loose bun. But sometimes, the hair would hang loose on her ass. Her boobs were nicely shaped 34C cups. She burnt a lot of calories every day, so her slim waist was a meager 25-26 inches. Her hips were about 34 inches. She normally took the metro train and walked 1.5 km each way to our home. No wonder, I thought, her figure was the envy of our landlady. She would constantly tell Yukta to wear loose clothes so that her husband wouldn’t lech at that fit body. The following day Yukta’s food tasted a lot better, and I gave her a tip. Then remembering something, I asked her: Vikas: Didn’t you ask for leave? memsaab (my gf) said you won’t be coming anymore. Yukta: Ya, but my ‘Gauna’ got postponed for 6 months. Vikas: I hope everything is ok. Yukta: Ya, no problem, my husband is not working, that’s why. In some villages, when husband and wife start living together, the event is called ‘Gauna.’ Until then, the girl remains without sexual fulfillment at her parents’ home. Curious about her age, I asked indirectly. Vikas: When did you get married? Yukta (smiling): 3 years ago Saab, now I’m 21. My sasural (in-laws’ home) is in Dwarka. I got a tent in my track pant, looking at her sweaty neck and the 4 dots tattoo on her throat. The traditional tattoo was to ward off evil. But the green ink on her fair skin looked very sensual. She saw my erection and bent her head shyly. I guessed she must be desperate for sex. The next day I was watching the news when she finished her work. She was wearing a simple black kurta and looked much hotter than the news anchor dressed similarly. I commented. Vikas: Yukta, you look more beautiful than that news lady. Yukta (smiling): Saab, I’m just a maid. Vikas: If I was waiting for you, I would get a job by any means. Yukta: Saab, who would keep you waiting. She was directly flirting with me. I saw her press her sensual lips together. Her sultry smile revealed twinkling white teeth. A full lower lip and arched upper lip made her look steaming hot. I prodded further. Vikas: What’s so special about me? Yukta: You look like an IPL player, tall, fair, and handsome She was positively staring at my erection. I went to the sink to wash my hands and started saying something, “Yukta…” She interrupted me, saying, “Saab, when you say my name, something happens inside me,” and ran out. That afternoon I was pleasantly surprised when she came back at 2 pm. I was dozing off after lunch, but I woke up on her entry. Vikas: Isn’t this your break time? Yukta: Ya, I rest downstairs, but today I couldn’t sleep. Vikas: Ok, come here. I’ll show you something. I searched for a blowjob video and played it on TV. Then I asked her: Vikas: Yukta, can you do what she’s doing? Yukta: Ok, but close your eyes. She came and stood near the sofa. I took out my 6-inch cock with my eyes closed and started rubbing to make it erect. I asked Yukta to touch it so that it will grow harder. She was breathing heavily and wrapped her soft fingers around my fat dick, then started rubbing up and down. I felt her sucking with her lips and tongue. Due to the jerking motion of her head, her long hair opened and fell across my lap. I bunched her hair and held it for her while she finished the blow job. After a minute, I wrapped her hair around my cock and started squeezing her tits lightly without opening her kurta. I started feeling the hot cum emerging from my dick. A few seconds later, when I opened my eyes, I saw seamen drops on Yukta’s face. She licked my cock like a lollipop to clean it up, just like the x rated film actress was doing. Yukta washed her face and the ends of her hair in the kitchen sink. She cribbed. Yukta: I have to keep my hair oiled and sticky so that it won’t fall in food. I don’t like it. Vikas: Then sell it online. She took my suggestion seriously. So we took her picture from the back and posted it online. The very next day, a buyer offered 8000 for her hair. I asked her to wash her hair and come. We walked to the nearby barbershop and got her hair cut off at neck length. While I was sending the severed ponytail by courier, the barber shaped her hair into a blunt bob. She could keep her off-center parting like before and make a tiny ponytail in the back. With no other customers in line, the barber took his time to finish. He trimmed her brows with scissors and used his straight razor to scrape her cheeks and neck. Satisfied with the result, he used talcum power and brushed her neck.