Literotic asexstories – Maid to Order! by g777,g777
I’m an Indian, aged 32 and married. My first initiation into oral sex and its joys started when i was 19 years old. Its common place in Indian society to hire resident house helps. As was the case, a girl of 18 came to live with us for 4 years. This Maid was dark skinned girl, looked younger than her age, had slightly developed breasts, curious eyes and a curvy mouth. Her name was “Sheshu”. Ohh! How is miss her….!
Coming from an orthodox family, I abstained from moving around with girls liberally, and being a lone child, strangely, did not assist to my socializing. Though it did not diminish my libido either. Still, whatever happened is true and I do not regret it because it happened in the true spirit of primal instinct.
Being a college drop out due to indifferent health, I used to study from my house, while taking evening tuition. My parents were working class, leaving the house to myself.
Sheshu was a versatile maid, capable of cooking and keeping the house spic and span. It all started when she began cleaning my bedroom. She would sweep first and then mop the floor with a wet cloth. The constant swishing noise from mopping and her movements would distract me into watching her. It was then that i would occasionally notice her cleavage. Indian dresses, at times, are so convenient for voyeurism. The dark color of her breasts would arouse me deeply, while she would go about her job unhindered by my voyeurism. My dickey would swell without hesitation and straighten against my shorts. I could neither get up nor cover it without inviting Sheshu’s dolefully curious eye. Perhaps, she would notice my erections when she cleaned under my study table?
My doubts were cleared soon enough! After a few days, I decided to let my tool strain against my shorts perpendicularly, and lift the edges of my shorts a bit, so that she could peek at my now visible genitals. Clearly, my exhibitionism was having its desired effect, as Sheshu would clean the space below my table for a longer time. All the time, I would be pretending to study. Alone at night, I would Jack off to the memories of her brown bubbies. God! They were so very Indian in color and cute. I wondered what color the nipples were?
My voyeurism and exhibitionism went on for sometime, and my libido was straining against my moral conscience. There came a time when I decided I had to touch her body, feel its electricity, breath in her womanly scent. Necessity is the mother of invention. Yes! I had to plan carefully and become one with her. And Boy, plan I did!!!
DAY-1 : This was how it all began, though not totally to plan, I must say! As was the case, I used to take an afternoon siesta on my bed after lunch. One day, acting is if I was suffering from a mild fever and headache, I asked Sheshu to massage my head slightly with a balm, while lying on the bed. The girl started her routine reluctantly by sitting at the head of the bed, exactly behind my head. When the massaging got a bit rough it prompted me to show her how to press and massage the head gently. During the course of teaching her, I made it a point to touch her tender under developed breasts. The curious sensation of something so tender aroused my feelings and I let my hand drop close to her chest.
The process of Sheshu leaning a bit every time, to press my head also led to my hand touching her breasts continuously. Pretending to sleep, I slowly let my hand touch her tender breasts gently, at times with a curled finger, and often with erect fingers. She did not seem to mind my touching her initially, but when I started to squeeze her breasts, she stopped and left the room quietly to go to the bathroom and later to the kitchen. I sweated it out, thinking she might inform my parents in the evening. She had other ideas, I supposed, later on. My erotic sojourn had truly begun!
DAY-2 : Th next day, same time, I called her to massages my head again. This time, she willing came and continued the process. With the thrill of the first day’s touch egging me on, I became emboldened and took to squeezing her “brownies”. The thrill was extraordinary, and I could feel my dick slowly starting to rise. This continued for about an hour, and I could hear Sheshu breathing faster, while her breasts were sweating through her gown and swelling in size to my touch. This continued for a while. I then started to press her stomach and hips, while gently tapering onto the buttocks, and its cleavage. This was heaven and she was an angel leading me to the inner chambers. For hours on, I experimented on different parts of her body (except her wet grotto), squeezing them, fingering them, while dreamily enjoying the sensations. All the time, I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Time had flown.
That night I decided that this was a new phase to my life, and that there was no harm in experimenting further. Hormones had its way now!
DAY-3: This was the day I was going to test further! I wore boxer shorts, unzipped them and lay on the bed covering myself with a thin rug. When Sheshu came to start her routine, I started mine. This time, too, keeping my eyes closed I started to caress her tits, one at a time. After a while, I slowly took one of the buttons on her dress and started to ease it from its eye. When I had the third button open, it gave me enough access to her naked, sweaty and inviting tits. With closed eyes, I touched her right breast for the first time. Oh Lord! The smooth skin and tenderness enveloped my senses. The small nipples were stiff, and she was straining to push her bubbies into my hand, inviting me to squeeze them. I did, man. I did!
Sheshu’s response to my squeezes was unbelievably exciting…she was breathing faster and faster, moaning once in a while. I wondered if I was hurting her. Also, I could feel my pecker make its way out of the unzipped boxer shorts, though still covered by the rug. The primal instinct was on automatic mode. I now wanted Sheshu to see what a pecker looked like. In my pretended sleep, I slowly kicked of the rug and, lo! There it was, like a totem head, glaring at everyone, waiting for attention, its color matching that of Sheshu’s breasts. The act had its desired result. All of a sudden Sheshu held her breath. She had finally seen an erect Penis, with a nice cropped pubic hair. She slowly bent over me, thinking I was sleeping, to get a closer look at that “THING”, while her titties crushed against my head. The excitement was making my shaft twitch uncontrollably. I could not touch it, lest the spell of innocent primal awakening be broken. She resumed the massage of my head, albeit slowly. I could smell the sweat of her breasts, oh and what a smell it was. I could imagine her watching the baby-maker all the time, wondering ‘How, Why & What’ it was. She had to get closer, I had to let her get closer, make her touch it, and feel her touch.
Yes! I knew what I had to do! I slowly pulled the rug back onto my body, giving her the impression that i was feeling cold, and waited a couple of unbearable minutes. And then, looking awakened by some mysterious sound, I asked her if there was something wrong. She gulped and replied in the negative. I then casually asked her to massage my legs, telling her that they were hurting. She dragged herself slowly and stood on her knees near my hip. Her head only a few inches away from my rug covered Penis. Starting of with my calves, she did not try to venture beyond my upper knees. 5 Minutes later, I was loosing my excitement. I spoke with closed eyes, and told her to press higher up the thigh. That was all she needed to hear. Sheshu started to press all the way up. Occasionally touching the “THING”. When she started to press the inner part of my things, she would “accidentally” touch my balls. I was on cloud nine. I peeked with slightly open eyes, and saw that she was staring at my rug covered rigid cock. I made my cock to twitch a few times, and she was all attention to its action. This was it! It was now or never!
In one swift move, I covered the rug on her too. We were both in a ‘tent’. She did not object. Now, she could see my cock in all its bloom, and be one with it. My hope of her spending quality time with my dick was going to be a reality. All sense of shame and conscience was now a remote cloud.
I peeked slightly, and saw that she was staring at my tool……tilting her head once in a while to gauge its length and its surroundings. Sheshu, with her right hand, resumed the massage of the upper part of my thighs slowly. With her left hand, she caressed my lower abdomen, passing her hand smoothly over my pubic hair and occasionally, “accidentally”, touching my erect penis. Her expertise with mopping the floor was to my benefit. With a great effort i stopped from trembling to her touching my manhood. She became emboldened, and went further and started to press my tool, holding its base one moment and then pulling back the foreskin to see the red tumescence. The smell of my precum was permeating our ‘tent’. Ohhh God!!.I silently moaned. The erotic picture before me was engulfing my senses. All the while, both of us pretended. Oh Lord!! The unbelievable joy of having a women feel my penis was unbelievable. It was now my turn. I slowly crept my finger to her stomach and pushed my finger slowly down ….all the way to her small mound. Shehsu recoiled. I then used my index finger to touch her pubes gently and came in line with her tender lips clinging to her dress. Oaaaahhhhh! And when she gently rubbed my cock, that was it! I could not stop the heaven from spilling over. I came and came. God! The heavenly bliss! The whole room was swimming.
All of a sudden she stopped and left immediately to the familiar recesses of the bathroom, leaving me to my blissful stupor. Then she came back and resumed her stuff. Her cold and wet touch told me that she might have touched my cum and had gone to wash it off! I pretended not to wake until she was gone, and then locked myself in the room to clean the cum of my body. I lay there, basking in the after glow of the bliss, drifting of to a sullen sleep….!
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