Sushila bai had been working in our house for almost 20 years at that point. Both she and Indu were typical marathi kaamwali types. Darkish complexion, about 5ft 2 inches tall, hard bodies, big tits, luscious asses, and thick, long black hair that they kept tied in big buns. Both always wore saris and behaved like traditional conservative women. Indu was married but hubby had abandoned her because she couldn’t bear kids. Sushila had remained unmarried. She lived in servant’s quarters attached to my dad’s office on ground floor of building. Indu lived in servant’s quarter in our flat.
It was a Saturday. Indu had gone to village for weekend. Mom was out of town visiting her sister. Dad said he had a meeting at 10am. I went for my usual tennis game to club around 7am. Usually I spent my weekend mornings at club playing tennis, swimming, having breakfast etc. That day I came home earlier than usual around 10.30am expecting an empty flat.When I opened door and came into flat I saw that my parents’ room door was shut. That was odd. I walked closer to it and bent down to look through keyhole.What I saw next shocked me.
Dad and Sushila were in there. She was disrobing for him. He was standing by bed and mauling her breasts as she took off her saree and threw it on floor. Then he ripped apart her blouse at which point she sighed and smiled sexily at him. He then started to suck her huge tits. Biting into her nipples. Since he was much taller than her, he sat on edge of bed and pulled her to him so he could suck on her breasts. She had her hands on his head and was caressing his hair and moaning as he ate her tits.
After a few mins he stood up, put his hands on her juda (bun) and yanked her hair open. As it came cascading down to below her ass, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees saying “choos”. Sushila picked up a pillow from the bed and sat down on her knees on the floor. Looking up at dad with her big eyes, she undid his pajama knot and pulled out his cock. Then she began to lick it up and down, worshipping it with her mouth. Eventually, she took it into her mouth. I could hear her gagging as she took all 8-9 inches down her throat. Dad put both hands on her head and started fucking her mouth.
I could hear her bangles clinking as she clung onto his body while he fucked her mouth. Few mins later he pulled out, caught her by her hair, lifted her up and flung her on the bed, ordering her ”kutti ban saali”. She got on all fours, facing the door (so I could see her face clearly). Dad got up on the bed behind her, ripped off her petticoat, and mounted her. Sushila’s face was a mix of pain and pleasure as he entered her from behind. He grabbed her long hair in one hand and started pounding her cunt from behind. All the while he was abusing her loudly in Hindi, calling her ‘randi’,’kuttiya’,’haram khor saali’ etc.
Then he started slapping her ass and back violently. After about 5-7 mins he roared loudly and came inside her. He fell on top of her and they both lay there on the bed. A few minutes later, he rolled off her and lay down next to her panting. Sushila bai got up on her hands and sexily flipped her long, luscious dark hair on his torso and got on top of him and started licking his limp cock. She was licking his balls and cock and cleaning all the residual cum off his penis head. All the while she was flipping her hair back and forth so that it covered his upper body. As one would expect, he got hard again in a few minutes. Sushila stopped licking & sucking his cock and impaled herself on his hard cock and started rocking back and forth, riding him sexily.
Her bangles were clinking and she was wearing payals that were jiggling as she rode dad. Dad was mauling her tits and talking dirty to her as she quickened her pace of riding his cock. Her hair was flying all over the place and she started to moan loudly, shouting ‘sahab mein ayiii..aaa…” Dad flipped her over on the bed and re-entered her in missionary style and starting jack hammering her pussy. He put one hand on her throat and with the other he was slapping her tits & face and giving her filthy gaalis while spitting on her face. After about 5-7 mins both of them started screaming and I guessed that they had both orgasmed together.
Dad fell on top her and sucked her tits a little, his cock still inside her. A few mins later he got off her. He ordered her to go get him some water from the mini-fridge in the bedroom. Sushila stumbled out of the bed unsteadily. Totally naked except for her jewellery, long hair falling down below her ass. She tried to tie her hair into a loose bun as she walked towards fridge, but dad shouted at her saying ‘khulay rakh saali….bandh kyon rahi hai apnay baal’. She got dad his water in bed and lay next to him, licking his nipples and kissing his upper body. Dad, on the other hand, had shown no love towards her in the entire session. He had treated her like a whore. He put on the TV. They were watching some Hindi movie. I couldn’t see properly which one from my keyhole vantage point. Anyways, after about 10 mins, dad put his hands on Sushila’s head and pushed her face down on his cock. It seemed like he was ready for more.
Sushila went down to his crotch and resumed her position with his cock in her mouth. This time she was sucking him hard and deep, using her hands to cup his balls and running her hands over his stomach and chest while she sucked him deep. After a few minutes of sucking, dad sat up, pulled her off his cock and pushed her off the bed. She was kneeling down on the floor as he stood up above her and entered her mouth again. Minutes later, he pulled out and moaning loudly came all over her upturned face. Tired, he sat down on the bed, and ordered her to go clean up in the bathroom.Then he walked towards the door and opened it to see me standing there….
When dad opened the door, he saw me standing then. He was a little surprised but not entirely shocked. He said “beta, kya kar rahay ho tum yahan?”. I replied “papa aapnay yeh kya kiya?”. We motioned me to sit down in the living room with him. Then he started to explain.
Turns out he had been fucking Sushila bai for close to 18 years. She had started working in our house when she was 18. Dad was 22 then. Initially it was hormones and he deflowered her before she turned 18. In the beginning, it was very lovey-dovey and they sneaked around whenever they could. Then he got her pregnant and when she was around 19 and forced her to get an abortion. Thereafter, he became more dominating and rough with her.
At 24, dad married mom. It was an arranged match. Mom came from a simple, middle class background. On their honeymoon, dad apparently fucked her brutally. Then he gave her a choice — either mom continue to bear the brunt of his violent lust or he use Sushila to satisfy his more ‘basic’ needs. Mom agreed to the bargain on condition that he never impregnate Sushila. Convincing Sushila to accept the arrangement wasn’t that hard apparently. Dad had her tubes tied and continued to use her body.
I asked him how come I had never caught them together before. He said that since she lived in servant quarters attached to his office downstairs, he used her there and in his office. Usually he made her give him blowjobs or fucked her in his office, bent over his desk or in her quarters. Very rarely was she allowed into his own bed. That day happened to be one of those days.
While we were sitting and chatting, Sushila came out. She didn’t know I was there. She came into living room, towel wrapped around her naked body. Her long luscious hair open and wet. She was startled to see me sitting there and made a move to run back into bedroom. Dad grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Sat her down in his lap as he sat on sofa. Opened her towel. She begged him not to, but he gave her a slap on her face and pulled her hair angrily. Then he pushed her to the floor and told her “ab saali tu choos navin ka lund ”
She was shocked and horrified and tried to crawl away. He got up from the sofa, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her towards where I was sitting. Then he gave her 2-3 hard whacks on her face and told her to start sucking. She quietly obeyed. Pulled down my shorts and silently took my hard cock into her mouth. As she took me into her mouth, dad came up behind her and mounted her cunt from behind and started fucking her. I came within a minute under her expert sucking. Emptied my load into her mouth. She swallowed every drop. My first blow job.
I pulled out of her mouth and watched Dad mercilessly fuck her doggie style. He grabbed her wet, long hair and pounded her relentlessly, abusing her, slapping her ass. After about 15 mins he came inside her cunt for the second time that day. Pulled out of her, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the bedroom. Shut the door. I was too spent to watch anymore, but as I sat on sofa and recovered from my first blowjob, I soon heard her screams. I guess she was getting what maids deserve to get…
I never got to fuck her (dad was the only man who ever fucked her), but on ‘special occasions’ he treated me to blowjobs from Sushila bai.
It took me a while to recover from not only the blowjob that she gave me, but from the events I had witnessed that day. I went to my room to take a nap even as Sushila’s screams rang out from dad’s bedroom. I woke up 2 hours later and came out of my room into the living area.
Dad was sitting on sofa dressed in kurta pajama. It was lunch time. I asked where Sushila was and he said she was almost finished cooking lunch for us. I asked dad why she was screaming so loudly. He smiled and told me that he had to punish her for attempting to disobey his instructions when he had ordered her to suck my cock. I asked him what he did to her specifically. Turns out he belted her ass several times and slapped her face & tits until she broke down crying. He said maids needed to be reminded of their ‘aukaat’ regularly otherwise they tend to forget their position in life.
While we were talking, Sushila bai came out of the kitchen. Now she was dressed in her traditional maharashtrian sari. She had her nose ring, bangles, bindi on. What was different about her was that her long black hair was open and displayed in front, covering her right breast and falling down all the way to her thighs. Her head was covered by her sari pallu but that didn’t hide the fact that she was completely naked underneath her sari. Dad smirked and told me that she wasn’t allowed underclothes when she and he were alone together. She had her eyes cast downwards and was trying not to look at us while we ogled her. After she readied the food on the table, dad and I sat down to eat. Every time she came to serve us rotis, dad grabbed her ass or tits. It was totally humiliating for her.
Over lunch, dad told me that our full-time maid Indu bai was probably available for sex as well. He summoned Sushila to the table and asked her what the deal was with Indu. We learned that Indu was infertile and her hubby had abandoned her. She was due to come back from her village the next day. Dad suggested to me that I should try to make a move on Indu. He said it would be a good outlet for my teenage lust and that he would provide me with any guidance I needed. He crudely asked Sushila bai “kya Indu chudnay ko tayyar hogi navin baba say?” Sushila shyly replied “ji sahab..woh bahut dukhi hai do-teen saalon say. Usnay koi marad kay saath kafi time say kuch nahi kiya. Usnay mujhay bola ki woh bahut chahati hai ki koi marad kay saath karay”.
That sealed the deal. Dad recommended that when Indu comes back tomorrow that I should make my move on her. He suggested that I flatter her a bit i.e. praise her beauty etc and demean her hubby for leaving her. Provided some other tips. I was ecstatic and eager to put the plan into action, but I had to wait until the next day.
After lunch was over, dad and I got up from the table and went to wash hands etc. When we came back to living area, Sushila had almost cleaned up everything. I could sense that dad was ready for his afternoon entertainment the way he was glaring at her.
As she came back to the living room for the last utensil, Dad told her “jaldi kar Sushila aur kamray mein aa..teri aur chudai karni hai. Ab teri gaand ki baari hai kutti. Bartan rakh kay aa jaldi. Khana baad mein kha lena apna.” In response, Sushila quickly picked up utensil and almost ran back to kitchen. I did notice that when she came back out to walk towards bedroom, her hair was tied up in an untidy juda. Dad saw me looking at that and said “she knows I like to pull her hair open..so she ties it up before she’s going to get fucked.” Then he asked me if I wanted to watch through keyhole again. And I said yes.
That session was very similar to the first one that I had seen except this time Sushila bai got it hard in her ass. She was shrieking in pain and begging dad to take it easy, but all she got in return was more cock and more slaps. That session lasted for a good 30 mins until dad emptied himself inside her ass.
After her anal fuck, Sushila lay on the bed sobbing. Face down. Hair spread all over. Dad got off her and walked to the attached bathroom. It was so sexy to see this voluptuous, hard bodied, long haired bai lying there helpless, whimpering and sobbing. I guessed that even after all these years having sex with dad, she couldn’t take the pain of anal sex.
Few mins later dad came back into room. He was totally naked as well. He stopped to take out a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the room and as he passed by the door (I was watching through key hole), he exclaimed “mazaa aya beta!”. I was speechless from what I had seen and continued to observe.
He got back into bed next to Sushila bai who had turned around now and was lying down on her back, wiping the tears from her eyes. She was naked except for the minimal jewelry like nose ring, bangles, payals.
Dad said “ab nakhray bandh kar Sushila. Itni baar gaand mein chudi hai tu, abhi tak roti hai saali”. She said “sahab, bahut darad hota hai. Aapka bahut bada hai. Meray say saha nahi jata. Aapko maloom hai yeh phir bhi aap kartay hain itni zor say.” Dad just laughed in her face and lay down next to her. She got closer to dad like he was her lover. She was stroking his nipples and torso with her fingers and they were whispering to each other. She got up on one elbow and flipped her long, luscious black hair back and continued stroking his body.
Dad must have said something to her because she got up from the bed and after steadying herself for a second, stood up and flung her long hair back, making a loose juda.
Then I heard dad say “woh dressing table kay paas ja aur pehla drawer khol.” She walked sexily (her payals jingling) across the room to the dressing table that mom used. She opened the drawer. Then dad said “drawer mein ek laal box hai. Woh la idhar”. She came back with a red, rectangular, velvet jewelry box. Dad sat up on side of bed as she came over. He whispered something to her at which point she closed her eyes. He opened the box and took out what looked like a very thick, long, gold chain.
When he began to wrap it around Sushila’s naked waist, I realized that it was a ‘kamarbandh’. The surprise & happiness on her face when she opened her eyes was worth seeing. Dad whispered something again to her and she began walking away from him. Then he said “zara dikha to Sushila kaisi lagti hai..idhar pass chal kar aa”..She was basically modeling it for him. He made her turn around and smacked her ass hard, making her yelp and jump up startled. She just smiled sexily at him and continued to parade around the room, sexily swaying her ass.
As she turned around and walked away from him (showing her ass), she put her hands behind her head and opened her juda. Flinging her near knee-length hair all around. Dad got up. He was hard again. He said “idhar aa saali”..he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him.
He wrapped her hair around his wrist and pulled her close to him. She whimpered loudly and opened her mouth as if to receive a kiss from dad. Instead, he spat in her mouth and pushed her down on her knees and said “ab choos mera lund kuttiya..meri rakhail raand”. Holding her hair with one hand, he slapped her face a few times and spat on her as she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking. Years of experience had made her an expert cocksucker as I had learned first hand that morning. She was able to take most of dad’s 10 inches into her mouth and down her throat and was furiously pumping his cock and kneading his balls.
He was groaning loudly as Sushila bai sucked his cock as he tightly held onto her hair. After about 10 mins, he yanked her mouth off his cock using her hair as leverage. She continued to hand pump his cock furiously, her bangles jiggling loudly as she worked it. He was about to cum and he loudly said “apna muh bandh rakh saali”. She shut her mouth (I guess she had originally intended to swallow his load as she usually did).
With a loud roar, dad’s cock spurted out jet after jet of cum on Sushila bai’s face. He let go of her hair after a few seconds and sat down on the bed tired. Sushila continued to kneel before him with her face splattered in cum, waiting for his orders. “Chal nahanay chal mera saath ab”. She got up on her feet. Dad said “ab chaat le mera muth apnay cheharay say”. She collected the cum on her face with her finger and licked her finger. Very sexy. Dad caught her hair and almost dragged her into the bathroom.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran to my room and jerked off furiously and came within seconds in my bathroom. What a day, and it wasn’t even 5pm yet!
The day was turning out to be the most eventful of my life.
At about 5.30 pm (I had assumed dad & Sushila had showered and napped a bit), I heard dad’s room door open and the sound of payals going towards kitchen. I came out of my room. Dad was sitting on sofa reading a magazine. He smiled at me and asked if I wanted tea. I said yes. He shouted to Sushila bai to make 2 cups of tea. He looked satisfied and fresh. I asked him how often did he have sex with Sushila. He said, on average, he had atleast one sexual encounter with her on a daily basis. Sometimes it was just a blowjob while he was in his office downstairs, while other times it was a quick fuck with Sushila bent over his desk or in her quarters adjoining his ground floor office.
He said it was great to have her body available to relieve stress at work. He told me that sessions like I had witnessed were rare. Usually when Mom was out traveling somewhere. I asked him about the kamarbandh and if it was mom’s. He said he had bought it for Sushila specifically the previous week. Her birthday was coming up apparently and he wanted to reward her for her ‘service’ over the years.
I asked him if he paid her extra for sex. He said in addition to her monthly salary (her ‘official’ job was to clean our house & his office and do laundry) of appx Rs. 1000 (this was in early 1990s), he paid her an annual ‘bakshish’ of Rs. 12000 (one year’s salary) and used to gift her trinkets of jewelry like the kamarbandh, bangles, nose ring, payals, saris, ear-rings etc. And he had setup a ‘retirement’ fund for her early on in their relationship (after she agreed to get her tubes tied) into which he contributed Rs.10000 a year and invested it himself. Over the 15-17 year period he had been fucking her until then, this fund had grown to over Rs. 5 lacs. Sounded like despite his brutality with her, he had taken care of her financially at least.
As we were talking, Sushila came out with the tea. She was now demurely dressed in a bright colored, traditional kashta sari. Turns out she had a small suitcase of stuff that she had got up from her quarters to the flat. And she was wearing a blouse and apparently all the jewelry that dad had gifted her. 2-3 gold chains hanging sexily above her cleavage (I got an eyeful when she bent down to pour tea for us). The kamarbandh. Bangles, payals, nose ring and I noticed gold ear-rings as well. Her head was covered traditionally by her pallu.
Her hair seemed to be in a juda. She was looking fresh and clean. If someone had seen her then, they would never have guessed she was a kaamwali. She was smiling shyly, glancing at dad from time to time as she poured the tea and served us samosas. Dad asked her “tunay khana khaya ki nahi abhi tak, ya sirf mera muth peekar khush hai?” (I remembered that he hadn’t given her the opportunity to eat her lunch that day). She was appropriately shocked by his crude comment and said “maalik mainay thoda khana khaya abhi”. She covered her mouth with her sari and ran away to the kitchen humiliated. Dad and I just laughed.
After tea, Dad & I decided to go to the club for a walk and some drinks. Dad instructed sushila “hum bahar ja rahay hain abhi. Teen-chaar ghantay mein wapas aengay. Hum khana bahar hi khakar aengay. Tu tayyar rehena. Kamra saaf kar dena aur bistar badal dena. Aur ek baat aur…aaj raat neend ko bhool jana. hahahaha”.
We came back home around 10pm after dinner. Even though I was only in my mid-teens at the time, dad & I had an occasional drink. That evening we both got quite drunk. When we entered the flat, Sushila came running towards the door. She had been watching TV. She was still dressed as she had been in the evening. She took one look at dad and I could see the fear in her face. She knew that she was in for a brutal night. And she was right.
Wasting no time on small talk, he told her “tu kamray mein ja aur tayyar ho ja chudnay kay liye saali”. He turned to me and said that I should watch this session for a bit from the keyhole again. It would be a valuable lesson for my interactions with maids going forward. Sushila had run to the bedroom already. Dad followed her, opening and undoing his belt while walking to the room. He shut the door. I took the chair from nearby and got into my “regular” position to watch the proceedings. Sushila bai was sitting on the stool by the dressing table. She had stripped off her sari and was sitting there bottomless, with her blouse open. Dad had gone into the bathroom upon entering the room. Sushila was taking off her earrings and bangles.
Then she opened her juda, letting her hair fall loose. Then she started combing it. Sexily and lovingly stroking her thick, black, long luscious hair and combing it while displaying it in front of her body. She was smiling to herself looking down at their kamarbandh and stroking it. Her smile vanished. Dad had come out of the bathroom naked. He opened his cupboard and when he closed it, he had a horse cane (chabuk) in his hand. All he said was “chal randi saali, kutti ban bistar par, aaj teri chamdi uttar doonga”.
She started begging him not to beat her with the cane but she knew her fate was sealed. Her hesitation in obeying him led him to smack her tits with the cane as she tried to get up from the stool. She was already crying and sobbing as she got on all four on the bed, her ass facing dad. Then he let her have it. He whipped her ass and back at least two dozen times. She was howling in pain, her hair flying all over the place. She dared not move much, though because she knew it would get worse if she did.
After dad had his fill of whipping, he got on the bed, threw her down on the pillow. She was on her back, hair spread over the bed. She opened her legs for him. He pushed her legs forward until her knees were almost near her shoulders. But he didn’t enter her with his cock. Instead he put three fingers into her cunt and started finger fucking her. Within a minute sushila bai was moaning in ecstasy as he furiously fingered her cunt. She was flinging her head from side to side and moaning loudly in pleasure.
As her moaning got louder, he pulled out his fingers at which point she cried out loudly “maalik andar dalo, bahar mat nikalo, mein ayeeeee”. He plunged his fingers back in and within seconds Sushila bai started shrieking in pleasure. At the peak, he pulled out his fingers and rammed his cock into her. As she came violently, he pounded her cunt mercilessly. He put one hand on her throat and started choking her. I could see that she was struggling for breath, but all she got were hard slaps on her face from him. That didn’t last long. Dad came loudly inside her, all the while abusing her with filthy gaalis. Then he let go of her throat and pulled out of her and collapsed next to her.They were done for the night, as was I.
In the previously posted pieces of this story (which will eventually lead up to my own experience with our full time bai Indu), I had described first catching dad fucking our ‘jhadoo-ponchawali’ bai sushila together and then various experiences watching him fuck her like a whore. That night, I went to bed exhausted from what was definitely the most interesting day of my life and dreaming of fucking Indu bai the following day when she returned from her village.
I must have slept like a log because I woke up only around 9am by the sound of the telephone ringing. I picked up after a few rings (I had thought dad would pick up, but he didn’t) and to my great surprise & pleasure, it was Indu bai. She was calling from her village saying she was leaving and would be home by evening. I told her “Indu, tu jaldi aaja..teray liye bahut zaroori kaam hai aaj”. She asked “kya kaam chotay sahab?”. I replied “tu aa to sahi..mein batata hoon jab tu ghar ayegi”. I hung up, smiling to myself and thinking of what I would do to Indu bai.
Anyways, I got out of bed, took a piss and brushed my teeth. Went into living room. Dad was sitting on sofa in kurta pyjama. Sushila was wearing her daily-use kashta sari, hair half open, on her knees in front of dad with his cock in her mouth. By now, she had lost all semblance of shame and ‘sharam’. She had accepted the fact that I had seen her naked (and gotten a bj from her) and knew about her relationship with dad. She didn’t even try to pull away from dad’s cock when I opened my bedroom door to enter living room.
She was furiously sucking his cock and with one hand cupping his balls. Her bangles were jingling. Besides her sari she was naked. No blouse, no bra, no petticoat. In appeared that she had been doing this for a while now because she picked up her pace and Dad had his head back on the sofa, eyes closed and moaning loudly. I was mesmerized by the sight.
Within seconds he exploded in her mouth. She expertly took every drop without moving her mouth away from his cock. Not only that, she kept sucking him and milking his cock for several seconds. When his cock came out of her mouth, it was absolutely licked clean. I could tell she had swallowed every drop.
She continued sitting on her haunches in front of dad looking up at him, smiling sexily. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked down at her and smiled and said “shaabash sushila…kya kamaal ka choosti hai..ab to tera naashta ho gaya hai..meray and navin baba kay liye chai banakar la”..she smiled, licked her lips and got up. As she walked away from dad, he smacked her ass playfully…and the seductive whore that she was, she just looked back at him and swung her ass even more while walking away…oh..and she opened her hair fully and flung it out so as to be able to tie in up again in a bun. I got so hard looking at that and I noticed the lust in Dad’s eyes too.
Day 2 of my new life had gotten off to an interesting start!!
As you can imagine, I could barely wait for Indu to come back from her village so I could make my move on her. Dad and I chatted about how to go about it and he advised me that I should flatter her, praise her beauty, demean her stupid husband for abandoning her and then boldly tell her that she looked sexy and would look even sexier if she left her hair open more. He said that if she obliged (by opening her bun) and was blushing, then that would mean she was willing to fuck. Since Sushila and Indu were good friends, Dad said that based on his conversations with Sushila it sounded like Indu would be an easy target. He said that he & sushila would be downstairs in her quarters (which was connected by intercomm to our house) when Indu came back and if she created a scene, I could call him immediately.
Since it was still morning and Indu wasn’t expected till evening time, I figured that I would be bearing witness to at least a couple of more sessions between dad & sushila bai. I was not disappointed.
We were chatting in living. Sushila had gone into kitchen to make breakfast for us. Dad called out to her saying “Abay kuttiya kya bana rahi hai tu?”. Her reply “sahab mein omelette aur toast bana rahi hoon aap dono kay liye”. Dad: “Saali gadhee pehelay chai to lekar aa..phir omelette banana.” Sushila: “Jee sahab laati hoon”. He turned to me and said that sushila was sometimes such a stupid little bitch. Then we went about reading the newspapers.
About 5-7 minutes later Sushila came out carrying a tray with two cups of tea with some biscuits. Her hair was neatly tied in a juda but she was buck naked below the semi-transparent saree. She was smiling slyly at us. I could see Dad’s eyes following her swaying ass and the bitch looked back at him and smiled like a seductive whore. I heard Dad exhale loudly and his erection was clearly visible through his pyjamas.
I asked him how many times they had sex during the night, and he said he had given her 4 loads of his cum since last night. 2 inside her cunt, one on her face and one in her mouth which I had witnessed. He said she knew how to ‘push his buttons’ especially since he had a fetish for long hair and she knew how to use her luscious long hair to seduce and tease him. I asked him if he was going to fuck her again after breakfast and he laughed and said that he didn’t think he would wait till he was finished with breakfast to fuck her.
Sure enough, he had his tea and got up and shouted out to: “Sushila tu idhar aaja jaldi say.” Sushila:” Sahab mein aapka naashta bana rahi hoon”; Dad: “Saali kutti meray say muh lagati hai, iddhar aa issi waqt”. I could hear the sounds of utensils dropping and seconds later payals ringing as she ran to the living room. Dad had already taken off his pyjamas by the time she got there. His cock was erect and ready.
He ordered her:” Chal, chad ja upar lund par”..She dutifully obeyed, mounting his cock after lifting her sari out of the way. She was facing him and made a motion to kiss him, but dad just grabbed her throat and commenced fucking her right there on sofa. She was riding him and moaning loudly. Her big bun of hair was slowly coming undone. Dad ordered her to dismount and change positions wherein she wasn’t facing him but her back was towards him (reverse cowgirl position..as I learned later). Once she did that, dad grabbed her bun and yanked it open, her long hair cascading down on his torso.
He buried his face in her hair and they were both in sexual heaven. I was rock hard watching this scene. Sushila was moaning and screaming loudly saying ‘sahab aaaah aaah bahut accha lag raha hai maalik..” etc. I couldn’t resist and took out my cock from my pyjamas and was jerking off. Dad looked at me and told me to go in front and put my cock into Sushila’s mouth. I hurriedly did so. This time Sushila didn’t need any coercion. She obediently opened her mouth and took my cock in. It was amazing to fuck her mouth while her cunt was destroyed by dad. I couldn’t control for too long and exploded inside her mouth. Not a drop was wasted.
Dad continued to pound her cunt. Sushila was constantly playing with her hair and flipping it back and forth. Dad was mauling her tits from behind and giving her gaalis. Since he had already dumped 4 loads into her in the past 12 hours or so, he was relatively dry. In fact, Sushila was the one going over the edge. She started shrieking loudly saying “mein aayi maalik..aaaa.a..a..a..aa” and apparently had a blinding orgasm. Her body was quivering all over and she slumped down back on dad, who wasn’t done with her yet. He flipped her over the sofa riding her doggiestyle. Grabbed her hair in both hands and rammed her from behind exploding in her cunt within a few minutes.
I was spellbound.
Dad pulled out of Sushila’s cunt leaving her bent over the sofa, her sari raised up above her ass, her long hair disheveled and open. After pulling up his pyjama, he smacked Sushila’s ass and said “jaa..ab naashta banakar lekay aa humaray liye”. Sushila slowly and unsteadily stood up using the sofa armrest for support given that she had just received two loads of semen, one in her mouth & another in her cunt. She flung her sexy long hair back and tried to make a bun. It was not to be. Dad was standing right behind her and grabbed her bun and yanked it hard, laughing. She said “sahab nako karo..bandhnay do maalik..kaam karna hai”..He let her go.
We both sat back down on the sofa, satisfied. It was only 10 am! Over the next 30-40 minutes Sushila served us breakfast. She was still completely naked underneath her sari. Hair in bun. Dad grabbed her ass and tits each time she bent over the table to put or pick up the food or plate.
I asked him how he got her to be so obedient and submissive to his needs.
He said that it was essentially to use a ‘carrot & stick’ approach with maids. On average once a week he said he gave Sushila a good beating which usually involved whipping her with his belt or horse cane and slapping her face, ass and tits until she was nearly unconscious. He balanced that with fingering her cunt, gently sucking her tits and even sometimes kissing her. He made sure that she orgasmed regularly and was sexually satisfied. Given that he had been ‘training’ her for almost 20 years at that point, he said she knew her ‘aukaat’ well and knew his needs very well. She knew that he had certain desires that mom wouldn’t fulfill and she was happy to please him. He did say that even after so many years of fucking her, she still cried in pain when he anal fucked her.
He said he was frankly surprised by that because by now her anus should have been used to his cock, but it wasn’t. Anyways, he said it was important that men like us imposed our desires & will on lower class women like maids. It was important that they never forget their position in life. He said in the early days Sushila was under the notion that she was his lover & wife-to-be. He said even though he was fairly rough & abusive with her, she continued to think of him as her ‘husband’. He said eventually he took her away to our family house in lonavala for 10 days and abused, violated and humiliated her so badly that she quickly realized that she was just a cum-bucket for dad. Apparently, he caned her 2-3 times a day, pissed on her and forced her to give blowjobs to 3-4 of his friends and after they had covered her face with cum he took some polaroids of that and showed them to her later. After that incident, she realized her aukaat fully and gave up any romantic notions of marriage etc.
He did admit that given the length of their relationship that he had a soft spot for her and took good care of her finances. He said she would be the wealthiest person in her village.Soon it was around 11am and we had finished our breakfast. Sushila had cleaned the table and was in the kitchen. It was a rainy Sunday, so we couldn’t go out anywhere. Dad called out to Sushila saying “chal sushila..meray saath nahanay chal abhi”. Her reply: “Ji maalik..mein ayee abhi”.
I decided to go for a bath as well (alone, unfortunately) and the last sight I saw before going into my bedroom was dad grabbing sushila by the back of her neck and walking her to his bedroom (bathroom was attached to room). Then to my great surprise, he stopped, bent down and indulged in a passionate kiss with Sushila bai. I just stood there mesmerized. They were kissing like lovers. She put her hands around his neck and he opened her bun with his right hand. Then he grabbed her luscious hair in one hand and one breast in the other and continued kissing her. I could tell that their tongues were intertwined in their mouth. After a minute or so, Sushila jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and he carried her into the room and shut the door.
I was truly shocked!
Going in for my shower my mind was full of images & thoughts of what I had witnessed over the past 24 hours. It was hugely erotic to see something so taboo as my own dad fucking our ‘loyal’ and long ‘serving’ maid Sushila bai. What made is so sexy was the fact that I had always seeing Sushila bai as a traditional, conservative Hindu ‘sati savitri’ type. Always had her head covered with sari pallu. Hair always tied in neat bun. Bindi adorning her forehead. So demure and shy. And to see her become a sex toy to Dad was very erotic. Not to mention that I got my first two blowjobs ever from her. I couldn’t wait for Indu bai to come back so I could finally fuck a woman.
I finished with my shower etc and came out in living room after about 30 mins. Dad’ room door was still shut. I looked through keyhole but they didn’t appear to be in room. I figured that they were still in shower and after the passionate kissing scene I had witnessed, I guessed that they were at it again. I was amazed at their stamina, particularly dad’s ability to keep fucking Sushila almost continuously over the past 24 hours.
It was around noon when finally the room door opened and Dad came out. He asked me if I wanted a beer and I said yes, I will get them. I wanted to go into his room to see what Sushila was upto and since beers were in the mini-fridge in his bedroom, I got my chance. Sushila was sitting on stool by dressing table (where my mom usually sat). Her long hair was open and wet and she was combing it. Was wearing only blouse & petticoat. I was mesmerized by the sight. I got the beers and walked to the living room.
I told Dad that I had seen them kissing passionately and him lifting her up and carrying her into the room. He smiled and said yes..sometimes he got carried away with her, but she knew her aukaat so it was ok. I asked if he fucked her again in shower and he said no. He said they just kissed and fondled each other in shower and she gave him a blowjob. He rewarded her with a facial cumshot and then, just to remind her of her station in life, he pissed on her face. I asked if she was shocked or surprised, and he said no. She knew what was coming to her the minute to told her to pull off his cock and turn her head up towards him so he could cum on her and piss on her.
It was well past noon and Dad and I had finished 2-3 beers each and he had described, in detail, his relationship with Sushila. She came out of the bedroom and I was shocked. Her hair was neatly tied in a big juda. She was wearing a lot of jewelry that I’m assuming dad had given her over the years. All gold — nose ring, multiple bangles on each hand, payals on each ankle, kamarbandh, mangalsutra, earrings, another thick long gold chain dangling down her cleavage. She was wearning a 9-yard traditional (and very very expensive, I learned later) Paithani sari (with blouse & petticoat this time). I clearly remember it being a bright red color with blue border. I even detected some sexy perfume and a little bit of makeup and red lipstick. If she wasn’t so dusky in complexion, there was no way anyone would have guessed she was a maid. She was looking sexy & fuckable.
Dad said “aaray sushila tu to bahut mast dikh rahi hai aaj..aaray wah..sab zaywar (jewels) peheni hai..wah wah..aur paithani sari bhi jo teray ko mainay iss saal teray janam-din par di thi..uff…aur kitna chudayaygi tu meray say…idhar paas aaja”. He stood up (remember he had had a few beers already and was a bit tipsy) and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her to him. She sexily put her hands around his head and nuzzled on his chest. Dad put his hand on her bun and pulled it open and grabbing a bunch of her long hair he smelt it and sighed. Sushila pushed him away saying “sahab…sahab..mujhay jaanay do ab..aapka khana banana hai..” But as she turned around to walk away he just grabbed her hair with force and pulled her back to him. Sushila let out a yelp and fell back into his arms. He roughly bit her neck and mauled her tits from above her blouse. Her sari had come half undone and was dragging on the floor. She continued to struggle and eventually dad let her go with a laugh.
We went back to our beers.
Seeing dad and sushila so openly intimate repeatedly was making me horny. I couldn’t wait for Indu bai to come back home so that I could make my move on her and get a regular pussy to fuck myself.
Dad & I were sitting in living room having more beers. Sushila was in kitchen preparing food. From time to time she came back into view to lay the table. Every time she bent over the table to arrange plates or put utensils I watched dad follow her with his eyes and sigh loudly with lust. Her hair was in a loose bun after dad had yanked it open earlier. I could tell from dad’s breathing and the clearly visible erection (his pyjamas were ‘tented’) that he was ready to nail her again.
Around 1.30 pm, Sushila came out of kitchen and after putting down the dishes on the dining table she turned to dad and said “maalik, khaana tayyar hai..aap aao”. We got up and went to table. As dad sat down, he smacked sushila’s gaand startling her slightly. She just smiled down at him and said “aaa..maalik..aap bhi na”. She almost ran to the kitchen saying “mein garam roti lekar aati sahab”.
Dad and I were quite hammered by then since we had been drinking for almost 2 hours. After a few mins of eating in silence, sushila came by with a plate with fresh rotis. She kept one in dad’s side plate and one in mine. As she stretched to keep it on dad’s side plate, dad bit her neck forcing her to drop the empty plate. She cried out in pain (and probably pleasure) “aaa…sahab…ufff…aaaaaaaaaaa”. Dad just laughed as she quickly ran back to kitchen. A couple of minutes later he called out to her “abay kuttiya paani lekar aa saali raand”. She quickly came back with a jug of water and poured it into our empty glasses. Dad didn’t maul or touch her this time.
Eventually we finished our meal and got up to go wash our hands. However, as I walked to the bathroom adjoining my bedroom, I noticed dad walking to the kitchen instead of his bathroom. Less than a minute later when I came out into the living room again after washing hands, I saw Dad and Sushila bai coming out of the kitchen. She no longer had her sari on. Just blouse & petticoat. Dad had his hand around the back of her neck and was forcefully pulling her along towards his bedroom. Then he put his hand on her loose juda and violently pulled it open undoing her luscious, long black hair.
Then he wrapped her hair around his wrist and pulled her viciously. She screamed in pain as she stumbled and fell. Dad was now in front of sushila bai as he dragged her by her long hair as she struggled to stand up again. It was so erotic seeing his previously ‘sati-savitri’ being dragged by her hair, half naked, screaming in pain. Eventually dad got her into his bedroom. This time he didn’t shut the door. I quickly followed and watched from the entrance to the room.
By then sushila was crying. The hair pulling must have been painful given the distance she was dragged across the flat. Dad lifted her by her hair and dumped her on the bed. Dad got up on the bed and straddled her.
Then her ripped apart her blouse. The buttons flew everywhere. Obviously she wasn’t wearing any bra so her tits were exposed. Then, to my surprise (I found out later that the reason for his brutality that time was that when he had gone to the kitchen after finishing his meal, he had told sushila that he wanted to fuck her right away. She had stupidly said that she had to eat her lunch and would come to his bed quickly. That lack of immediate obedience led to what I was seeing then), dad began to slap Sushila’s tits and face. He was abusing her, calling her “randi hamarzadi kuttiya..meray say muh lagati hai..teri himmat kaisay hui mujhay bolnay ki yeh…madarchod saali chinnal”. Her breasts were getting red and she was screaming loudly for mercy, trying to shield her face. But there was no stopping dad.
He continued to smack her hard even spitting on her face. After about 5 minutes he stopped. Sushila’s face and breasts were red. She was crying, tears covering her cheeks. Hair disheveled. But dad wasn’t done. He got off her, took off his pyjamas, lifted her petticoat and rammed his cock into her pussy. She screamed loudly as he entered her with force and her eyes rolled into the top of her head.
As dad fucked her, he put one hand on her throat, choking her. With the other hand, he commenced to slap her face again as he resumed abusing her and spitting on her face again. Sushila’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets and she was flapping her legs trying to struggle for air. The sound of her payals and bangle clinking as she tried to get dad off her or atleast try to breath filled the room. I interjected. I told dad “dad you’re going to choke her to death..ease up please”. But he wasn’t listening. I was truly afraid. Dad is 6 feet 3 inches tall and big built. Sushila bai was 5 feet 5 inches and slightly built. Luckily for her, dad ejaculated into her cunt with a roar with a minute or so of being inside her. Then he let go of her throat and rolled off her. Exhausted. His anger and lust satiated for the moment.
Sushila sat up coughing. Still crying. Glad to be alive. Topless, hair open. Wearing kamarbandh, nose ring, earrings, bangles, payals. Sindoor in her maang was ruined. Despite her condition, once she stopped coughing she went down to dad’s crotch and took his deflating cock into her mouth and licked it clean. Dad just looked down at her and said “kuttiya tunay sabak seekh liya theekh say..agli baar tu zindaa nahi rahegi samjhi”.. She was too busy licking dad’s cock clean to reply.
It was now around 2.30 pm in the afternoon.
Sushila bai had licked dad’s cock clean. Dad told her “sushila tu apna petticoat utaar aur poori nangi ho ja”. By now it was ‘normal’ to have me watching them. Neither of them had any qualms about having me in the room.
Sushila obediently undid her petticoat and threw it on the floor. Then dad said “apni chuth dikha. Mujhay dekhna hai ki mera muth theekh say andar gaya ki nahi”. Dad lifted her legs up exposing her cunt. I could see semen dripping out a bit and when he spread open her cunt lips, he told me “look navin..this is how you should mark your property when you start fucking indu later today. She’s barren so there is no need for you to use a condom with her.” I just sat there staring at sushila’s clean shaven cunt with dad’s cum dripping out of it.
Dad put her legs down leaving her lying on her back. Then he slapped her tits again and ordered her “kuttiya..ab jaa..apna khana khatam karkay aa. Aaj to tunay ghar ki safai bhi nahi kari hai..jaa ab”
Sushila slowly got off the bed and reached for her blouse & petticoat. Dad saw that and said “haramzaadi saali..mainay teray ko bola ki kapday pehen..nahin na? Phir kyon pehenti hai kutti. Aaj tu nangi hi ghoom jab tak mein tujhay kapday pehenay ki aagya nahi doon..samjhi raand?”. Saying that he smacked her ass a few times. Sushila was humiliated but had no choice in the matter. She flung her long hair back and started to make a bun..but then looked at dad and asked “maalik mein baal juda mein karoon? Kaam mein aasaani hogi sahab”. Dad said “theekh hai..baandh le. Ab jaa..meray liye paani lekar aa aur apna kaam khatam kar”
It was an awesome sight to see this ripe, full bodied marathi kaamwali bai, buck naked except for payals, kamarbandh, earrings, chains and bangles..her long hair in an untidy juda..limping away from the room after having been mindlessly fucked and abused.
Dad put his pyjamas back on. He was on the bed, I was sitting on sofa in room. The phone rang. I picked up. It was mom. She had been in delhi since the previous 3 days. She was calling to ask how things were going and to see if Indu had returned. I told her that Indu was due to come back later in the day but that Sushila had been doing all the housework & cooking in her absence. Once I mentioned Sushila’s name, there was silence on the other end of the line.
Then mom asked to speak to dad. Dad sat up on the bed, his legs on the floor and took the phone from me. He and mom started talking. Within a few seconds, sushila came back into the room. Naked as before. She had the cleaning water & wet mop with her and she began to sweep the floor. Immediately but Dad and I started ogling her. Even though Dad was talking to mom on the phone, I could tell that he was paying attention only to Sushila bai. I also noticed a raging erection in his crotch area, clearly visible through his pyjamas. Sushila saw it too. With one hand, dad signaled to sushila bai to come to him. He was holding the phone with the other hand still and mom was still yapping away.
Sushila put down her mop, went to the attached bathroom and a few seconds later came out with her hands washed. Dad lay down on his back on the bed. Cordless phone still in his one hand and set to his ear. Sushila bai got onto the bed on her hands and knees, straddling dad’s legs. She wordlessly undid the knot of his pyjamas and pulled out his penis. His erection was rock hard. And yet he continued to make conversation with mom on the phone. Sushila let go of his cock and very slowly and sexily pulled open her juda and flung her hair on his torso. I could tell that his breathing was getting very heavy.
Also, I was quite sure that mom must have heard Sushila’s bangles jiggling when she opened her juda. Then Sushila grabbed dad’s cock in her right hand and jerked it slowly a few times. Then she began to lick his balls and ran her tongue up & down his erect shaft. All the while she kept her eyes on him and was smiling like a whore. Dad was beginning to lose control. His breathing became heavier and it was getting difficult for him to talk.
At that point, Sushila clamped down her mouth onto his cock and began to suck him furiously. Her face disappeared into his crotch and her hair was covering his torso. Her bangled hands came up to dad’s nipples and she was stroking his upper body while bobbing her head up & down on his cock. Dad quickly told mom “darling I will talk to you later. I need to take another call. Bye” and hung up the phone.
He put his head back in ecstasy and one hand on Sushila’s head as she continued fellating him. He was really enjoying this.
He started talking dirty to her “saali sushila wah wah kya choosti hai too..bahut zyada randi bann gayi tu..uff…poora lund lele apnay muh mein..aaahhh..shabaash”. Given that he had cum inside her not that long ago he was able to last for about 5-7 minutes at which point he roared loudly and came inside Sushila’s mouth. She flipped back her hair so he could see her face as she swallowed his semen. Not one drop was wasted. After he had dumped his load completely, sushila got up on her hands. Dad said “aapna muh khol aur dikhaa”. She did so. I was stunned. She had taken his cum and kept it in her mouth and was showing Dad she had it in her mouth still. Then dad said “ab satak le”. Which she did. Then she smiled & said “maalik aapnay nashta aur khanay mein dono time mujhay apna amrit diya hai. Bahut pasand aaya sahab”. Dad didn’t reply but just grabbed her long hair and pulled her to him.
Once again, she was expecting a kiss, but all she got was a bite on her neck and a mauling of her tits. Then dad said “jaa ab..kaam khatam kar. Aur iss bar apnay blouse petticoat pehen le..nahi to kaam kabhi khatam nahi hoga aaj..sirf teray ko chodta rahunga. Aisa kar, apni koi purani kashta sari pehen le aur baal juday mein karkay apna sarr dhak kar kaam kar. Jaisay tu karti hai jab tu kahin bahar ghoomti hai. Samjhi?”. Sushila replied “ji maalik..samjhi”.
Five minutes later she came back into the room to finish mopping the floor. This time dressed like a more typical bai.
I couldn’t wait for that bitch Indu to come home so I could initiate her.
After witnessing what I had for the past 24+ hours I had a good understanding of sex. It had been like being in a porno movie. While sushila bai cleaned the house, dad took a nap and I went back to my room. I jerked off furiously in my bathroom and went to sleep for a few hours, waiting for Indu to return.
I was woken up by the doorbell ringing. I turned over in bed and looked at the clock. It was 5 pm. It had to be Indu. I got out of bed and went into living room to open door. Sushila was already walking towards the door to open it. She was still dressed in same kashta sari as before but as she walked towards the door, I noticed that her hair was open and she was tying it quickly into a bun. I figured dad must have had another session with her after she had gotten done with the housework.
Sushila opened the door and Indu walked in. Sushila turned and saw me standing a few feet away and smiled slyly and nodded towards Indu. Indu went into kitchen area attached to which were her quarters. She had one small bag with her from her trip to her village. Sushila shut the door and walked in behind Indu into kitchen and her quarters. Dad came into living room looking rested and happy. He was wearing a freshly pressed kurta pyjama.
I told him that Indu had arrived. He smiled and wished me good luck. He said he was taking Sushila back downstairs to her quarters and if there was any ‘problem’ with Indu that I should call via the intercom phone. He also said that after I had ‘closed the deal’ with her, I should let him know the good news. Then he walked towards kitchen calling out to Sushila “chal sushila..neechay chal”. As she came out of the kitchen (her hair was in an untidy juda now), Dad grabbed the back of her neck and forcefully walked with her out the door.
It was now time to act for me. I went into kitchen. Indu had put her bag away. She was dressed in old sari. Looking tired. Hair was in a bun. I said “Indu tu chai banaa hum dono kay liye. Teray say kuch baat karni hai phir”. She replied “ji”. I went to living room. Five minutes later she came with a cup of tea for me. I said “teri chai kidhar hai indu?”. She replied “sahab kitchen mein hai”. I said “lekar aa aur idhar baith meray saath”. She was a bit surprised but did what I told her. She came back with her cup of tea and sat on the floor a few feet away from me as I sat on sofa.
She was looking sad. I asked her what happened. She said that her husband had taken up with another woman in the village and when she had gone there he had kicked her out of the house. She had to stay with her parents who were disgraced by all this. I told her “tera pati saala chutiya aadmi hai Indu. Teri jaisi jawan aur sundar biwi ko nikaal kar koi aur aurat kay saath rehenay lagaa hai. Kyon?” I could see the surprise on Indu’s face when she heard my words. She replied “sahab, mein baccha paida nahi kar sakti issi liye woh kissi aur kay saath reheney lagaa hai. Aur meray maa-baap bhi meray say koi baat nahi karna chahatay hain issi liye”. I replied “tu dukhi math ho. teray ko to koi bhi marad mill sakta hai. Tu to jawan hai abhi bhi.”
Again she was shocked and hid her face in her sari pallu but I could see that she was now smiling. I continued “Mein sacch bolta hoon Indu, aur bura matt maanna, tu to inn shehar wali auraton say bhi sundar hai. Mujhay bahut acchi lagti hai tu.” Again she was very surprised and was blushing furiously but didn’t say anything. I went on “tu apnay baal khullay rakha kar kabhi kabhi..aur bhi mast dikhaygi..sab marad pagal ho jayengay teray ko dekhkar”. She was now beyond control. SHe hid her face in her pallu and got up and ran to her kitchen.
I went to my room. I was fairly confident that she wouldn’t go complaining to anyone about what I had said. She seemed happy and flattered. A few minutes later I looked up and saw Indu standing in the doorway to my room. Her hair was open. Luscious, thick, black hair. She had displayed it in front and it came down to her crotch area covering one breast. I had an instant erection. I said “Uff Indu..tu mujhay pagal karegi.” I was already standing and walked upto her. At that time I was about 6 inches taller than her and I pulled up close to her. She didn’t make any move to get away. I knew I had her.
After having seen Dad ‘own’ Sushila over the past day or so, I had confidence in what I needed to do next. I grabbed Indu by her hair from behind her head and yanked it back. Her face was upturned to me and she was sighing. I could tell her breathing was getting heavy. Her mouth was slightly open. I kissed her roughly on the mouth shoving my tongue down her throat. Urgent and passionate and controlling. We must have stood there in the doorway for a few minutes kissing. She was responding well. I broke the kiss. Her eyes were shut and she was panting. There was no protest. No nakhras. She had surrendered to her new master.
I said “chal Indu..nahanay chal meray saath. Teray saath bahut kuch karna hai mujhay..itnay dino say teray ko dekh dekhkar pagal ho raha hoon. Aaj mein tujhay apni aurat banaonga..samjhi”. She shyly nodded. I said “chal tu jaa apni towel lekar aa aur chal bathroom mein”. Wordlessly, she ran to her quarters and came back in a few seconds with her towel. Then I ordered her “sari utaar apni Indu”. She shyly undid her sari and a few seconds later she was standing there in front of me, only in blouse & petticoat, head down, unable to meet my eyes, her hands over her breasts. I walked up to her, pulled her head back by her hair (as I had done before). Her eyes were shut and she was blushing. She moved her hands from her breasts to cover her face. At that moment I put both my hands on her blouse and ripped it apart, the flimsy hooks flying all over the place.
She was shocked and said “maalik..aaah”. I said “yey puranay kapdon ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ab Indu. Tu meri aurat hai ab. Teray ko sab naya saamaan milega”. She had no bra on as was typical of maids in those days. Free breasts. Fondling one tit with one hand, I pulled the string on her petticoat. It fell to the floor. She was wearing very old looking panties. I ordered her “utaar isko. Poori nangi ho ja meray liye Indu”. She wordlessly slipped off her panties. Then I ordered her “chal bathroom mein”. As she turned away from me to walk towards bathroom I smacked her naked ass. She jumped up in surprise yelping..but didn’t say anything. I commented “aray Indu kya mast badan hai tera..uff..bahut mazaa karengay hum dono abb”. She did have a great body. No fat anywhere. Rock hard ass and good sized breasts. All that physical work had given her a sexy luscious body.
Indu was buck naked. Hair open and displayed for my pleasure. She was still wearing her mangalsutra. Nose ring. Couple of bangles on each hand. I entered the bathroom behind her and took off my kurta. I was still wearing pyjamas. Indu was still shyly shielding her breasts. I pulled both her hands off her tits and put them behind her back, holding them together. I was 1.5 times her size so she had no power to resist and she didn’t want to either.
I kissed her neck and started roughly biting it in spots. She was moaning loudly now. Then I stopped. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees saying “neechay baith aur mera pyjama khol Indu”. She hesitatingly obeyed. She got down on her haunches not knees since the marble floor in the bathroom was too hard. She undid the string of my pyjamas. My erection sprang out. I could see her eyes go wide in shock and surprise and she pulled her head back a bit and said “sahab!! Aapka itna bada hai. Nahin sahab mein nahi kar sakti..bahut darad hoga sahab”.
I grabbed her head with both hands and gruffly ordered her “chup chaap meray lund ko apnay muh mein le Indu. Nakhray nahi kar. Tunay to apnay pati ka lund choosa hoga pehelay”. She replied “sahab choosa to hai do-teen baar sirf par uska bahut chota hai. Aapka bahut hi badaa hai. Mujhay darr lag raha hai sahab”. In response, I grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head and ordered “apna muh khol Indu..jaldi”. She obeyed and I pushed her head towards my raging cock. The tip went into her mouth and she attempted to pull away. But I continued holding her head down tightly and with a thrust I rammed my cock down her throat. She looked up at me. Her eyes wide as saucers, tears starting to flow from the gagging. She was struggling for air. Her hands went around me and onto my ass as she desperately struggled to retain her balance and grab onto something.
Then I pulled out of her mouth. She fell to her knees coughing and breathing heavily. I said “dekh Indu..agar tu khud apnay aap nahi karegi jo mein bolta hoon, to aisay hi hoga teray saath..samjhi..abb theekh say choos mera lund “. She took my cock back into her mouth hesitatingly and started sucking it haltingly. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and within a minute or two I came inside her mouth without warning. Again, she tried to pull away but I held her head down stuck to my cock and ordered her “satak le Indu..kuch nahi hoga..sab satak le”. I let go of her head. She pulled away. Cum dripping down her lips. Coughing. Spitting my cum out (whatever hadn’t gone down her throat). I gave her a minute to recover.
Then I told her to gargle properly with listerine. Which she did. Then I put on the shower and pulled her to me and kissed her while we stood under the shower. I sucked and bit her breasts and put two fingers in her cunt. Her pussy area was covered in hair as I had expected since maids don’t shave. Later she would know to keep it shaved clean for her master. Anyways, we fooled around in the shower quite a bit. I made sure she was clean, hair shampooed and smelling good. I asked her “tunay kitnay mardon kay saath choda hai abb tak Indu?”..she was shocked and replied “sahab aap kya pooch rahay ho..mainay sirf apnay pati kay saath kiya hai abb tak aur woh bhi pichley do saal say nahi”. This bitch was going to be a great fuck. I couldn’t wait.
I switched off the shower after we were done. My cock was hard again from all the fooling around. It was time to seal the deal. I grabbed her hand and said “chal bistar mein INdu…jaldi..bahut time barbaad ho gaya hai”. She didn’t resist. I grabbed two towels and threw them on the bed. We were both wet from the shower but there was no time to dry ourselves. I flung her on the bed on her back and straddled her. Both of us were buck naked. I lifted her legs so I could get access to her cunt. I had fingered her in the shower and knew she was ready. Without much ceremony or gentleness, I rammed by cock inside her cunt. I had just lost my virginity.
Indu shrieked in pain as I entered her moist pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head as I rammed my cock all the way inside her womb. She screamed “sahaaab…aaaaa..”. She wrapped her legs around my back as I picked up the pace. Her screams of pain turned to loud moans. Her eyes were shut. Her wet hair was sprayed all over the towel underneath. As I fucked her I put my mouth down to her breasts and sucked them hard.
I sat up and stopped fucking without pulling out from her. I lifted her legs up and pushed them down as much as she could take them down..almost to her shoulders. Her pussy was fully exposed now and I slammed my cock into her with renewed force. Her screaming resumed. She was begging me saying “sahab dheeray say …aaaa..darad ho raha hai sahab..bahut bada hai aapka lauda…aaaaa”. But I wasn’t listening. I was hammering away at her hole. My first fuck. Since I had just cum a few minutes before in the shower, I kept at it for 7-10 minutes until I exploded inside her screaming “lele mera muth Indu..le le saali..aaaah”. As I spurted inside her womb, Indu started howling loudly and her body was shaking in spasms. Later I found out that she had had her first ever orgasm as well.
I pulled out of her a minute later and lay down beside her. We were both panting hard. I knew what had to be done next. I ordered her “chal..abb mera lauda saaf kar apni zabaan aur muh say..” I got up and straddled her face and smacked my half flaccid cock on her face & lips. She obediently grabbed it and licked it clean looking at me while I sat on her face almost. I said ”shabaash indu..wah..”
I told her to go get some water for us from kitchen. As she struggled to get up, she reached for her towel (since she didn’t have a fresh set of clothes in my room)..I yanked the towel away from her saying “iski koi zaroorat nahi Indu..mein teray ko nanga dekhnay chahata hoon”..She smiled shyly saying “sahab…aap bhi na..”. She staggered off the bed unsteadily (later admitting to me that it had been the best sex of her life) and stood up. She flung her sexy long hair (which was well below her ass in length) back and started tying it up in a juda at which point I got up and yanked it open hard ordering her “tu apnay baal khullay rakhegi jab tak mein tujhay baandhnay ko nahi boloon..samjhi”. She replied “ji sahab”. She limped to the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with two glasses of water. I picked up the intercom by the bedside and called Dad’s office downstairs. He didn’t pick up. So I tried Sushila’s quarters.
After a couple of rings he picked up. With Indu lying next to me naked in bed, I told Dad in english (so she wouldn’t understand) “I fucked the bitch dad. She’s lying in bed with me right now. “. Dad was so proud of me at that moment. He congratulated me on my conquest and said that we would celebrate with drinks tonight. He had saved a bottle of 30 year old Scotch for special occasions like this. He said he was going to be up in a bit around 8 pm. I could hear Sushila crying in the background, wimpering. While dad was on phone with me he scolded her saying “chup saali..apna rona bandh kar raand..natak karti hai kutti saali”. I asked him what happened. He said nothing new..He had whipped Sushila with his belt while anal fucking her and she was crying from the pain of the anal sex. Then I hung up.
I turned to Indu. She was nestled in my arms. Naked. Hair splayed everywhere including on my torso making a blanket over us. She asked “Woh aap baday sahab say baat kar rahay they?”. I said “Haan Indu. Woh neechay Sushila kay kamray mein hain. Teray ko to pataa hoga na unn dono kay baray mein?”..She smiled shyly as said “ji sahab. Sushila nay bataya tha kaafi time pehelay.” I said “haan..to aaj say tu meri ho gayi samjhi jaisay sushila baday sahab ki hai”.
Indu and I lay there in bed talking. I repeated my earlier sentiment telling her “tera pati bilkul chutiya gadhaa aadmi hai Indu. Teri jaisi mast aurat ko aur kaun jaanay dega. Teray ko to mein dinn-raat chodnewala hoon. Kya kadak badan hai tera..mast baal. Teri zindagi banaa doonga samjhi.” Indu was ecstatic..smiling at me while we lay there entwined. She got up on her elbow and flipped her hair to the side and kissed my nipples. She said “sahab aapnay mujhay pagal banaa diya aaj. Itna mazaa mujhay apni poori zindagi mein nahi aaya..mein aapki ho gayi aaj say..aap jo bolengay mein karungi.”
I took her hand that was drawing circles around my nipples and torso and put it on my flaccid cock. She got the hint and began to stroke me. Being a young teenager at that time, I was ready to go again soon. I told her “meray lauday par baith Indu”. She got up and carefully mounted my cock. As she slid down onto my cock I saw her wincing in pain and she moaned loudly saying “aaaah….sahab…uff…bahut badaa hai ji”. Nevertheless, she impaled herself fully on my cock.
I put my hands on her full breasts and began kneading them hard. She slowly started grinding on my cock. Her head was flung back and her long hair was touching my thighs and crotch as she rode me. She picked up the pace and her moaning got louder. She began whispering “sahab mein aayi..aaaa..aaayi…paani nikalnay wala hai sahab…aaaaaa” Bitch was cumming herself. I immediately flipped her over doggiestyle. She pleaded “sahab mat nikaalo abhi..aaaa..aaaa”. I mounted her from behind eliciting a roar of pain and pleasure from her as I entered her cunt.
I grabbed her long hair with my right hand and wrapped it around my wrist and yanked her head back hard (as I had seen Dad do with Sushila bai). Slamming into her with speed & force, pulling her long hair and slapping her ass, first slowly and then with greater ferocity. She was screaming, alternating between moans of pleasure and pleading me not to whack her ass so hard. I started abusing her then. Calling her “raand saali kuttiya chinnal haram khor kutti”. Within minutes I came inside her womb just as she orgasmed herself. She fell on her stomach onto the bed and I fell on top of her. My cock still inside her. Then I rolled off.
She lay there face down panting for a while. Recovering from what was probably the most mind blowing day of her life. I asked “mazaa aya Indu?”. Smiling at her. She just turned around, hair covering her face, and panted “ji sahab..bahut..aapnay maar daala mujhay aaj..”. I just laughed. I put on the TV. A few minutes later Indu finally regained some decorum and climbed back towards me. We had been naked now for a couple of hours.
Indu put her arm around my naked chest and nestled in my arm. She looked up at me and asked “sahab aapnay uss samay mujhay itni gaali kyon di? Aur itna kyon maara?” I replied “Indu, dekh tu ek baat samajh ja. Mein tera maalik hoon aur tu naukrani. Apni aukaad mat bhool samjhi. Mein teray ko woh karonga jo mein chahata hoon. Tera badan mera hai samjhi. Zyada nakhray mat kar aur na zyada meray say muh lagana. Teray ko to khush hona chahiyay ki tera maalik tujhay chumma dekar chodta hai aur terey ko bhi mazaa karnay deta hai. Jab tak tu meri baat manegi, hum mazaa karengay. Jiss dinn tunay zyada nakhre dikhayay mein teri aisi haalat karunga ki tu randi bannanay layak bhi nahi rehegi, samjhi. Abhi Sushila aati hogi uppar..to ussay theekh say samjh ja apni aukaad. Woh baday sahab ki raand bahut saalon say hai.”
That shut her up. At that moment, I heard the flat door open and a few seconds later I heard dad call out for me. I shouted out saying I was in bed and would be coming out shortly. I got off the bed and smacked Indu’s naked ass and said “chal..ab ja apnay room mein aur tayyar ho ja. Kuch khaana banaa aur Sushila say kuch seekh samjhi.” Saying that, I picked up my wallet and took out 5000 rupees and threw it on her naked body. “Yeh le..bakshish. Aaj say tu meri raand hai..yaad rakh. Kal tu ja Sushila kay saath aur nayi sari khareed kar aaja”.
Indu got up slowly. I could hear her sniffling. The humiliation of being treated like a whore was clear on her face. But it had to be done.
I had to enforce my authority over her otherwise she would have gotten the wrong idea. Nevertheless, she picked up the money and stumbled out of bed. Her ass was red from the whacks I had given it. My cum was dripping down her thighs. I walked over to her (we were both still naked) and roughly grabbed her long hair and pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. And she responded appropriately. I pulled her off in a minute and said “chal ab nakhray bandh kar. Aaj kay baad hum bahut masti karengay Indu. Tu meri raand to rahegi, par teri zindagi badal jayegi..”.
I let go of her hair and smacked her ass once more as she walked out the room towards her quarters. I got dressed and came out into living room.
To continue my narration (sorry for the extreme delay)…
That evening, dad and I celebrated my conquest of Indu (and my first fuck) with some rare scotch. It was early evening, but such an occasion called for good “daru”. While we sipped our drinks, dad called out to sushila bai “sushila tu apna baxa pack kar. Tu aur mein lonavala jayenga aaj raat.” Turning to me, he said “Beta I’m taking Sushila to Lonavala for a few days. You and Indu will have total privacy. Your mother will be staying in Delhi for a few extra days, so you and I can both enjoy with these kuttiyas. Cheers!”
I was so happy to hear that. My cock was twitching just thinking about the things I would do to Indu over the next few days.
While Sushila was packing her bag for her trip with dad, Indu was serving us samosas and some snacks. She was wearing a fresh sari. Her hair was tied in a loose bun. She smiled shyly at me each time she came by the table to keep some food. I smacked her ass each time she walked away. Dad and I had a good laugh.
Dad said to me “Beta you need to make sure that Indu realizes that you are not her lover. She is not your equal. Initially I would recommend you treat her gently but over the next few days you need to progressively get more rough with her. Ideally you should anal fuck her within the next two days. In my experience, she will try to resist and refuse anal sex. Sushila still cries when I fuck her gaand. But it is important that as her master, you must impose your will on Indu. It is better for you both in the long run. I still slap Sushila around regularly even after 15+ years of her being my bitch. It is important to keep kaamwalis under control otherwise their nakhras get out of hand”. I replied “thanks dad for the advice.”
Anyways, we had one drink each and then dad went into his room where Sushila was packing her bag. I was buzzed slightly and ready for some fun with Indu. I got up from the sofa and walked to kitchen. Indu was in her servant quarters in the back of the kitchen. I walked in. She was combing her long black hair looking in the mirror. It was displayed in front of her as she combed it. When she saw my reflection in the mirror she smiled. I put my arms around her from behind and started massaging her breasts from above her blouse. She was blushing and starting moaning saying “maalik..aaaa..uff…aaaa”. I bit her neck gently and she moaned louder. She sari pallu dropped to the floor exposing her blouse fully.
I grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it apart. The hooks went flying everywhere. She said “maalik..aapnay phaad diya blouse..ab kya karungi..ek hi tha”. I replied “Indu meri raand..iss puranay blouse of bhool ja..Aaj say tu meri rakhail hai..sab naya kapday milengay teray ko. Tu mujhay khush rakh aur mein bus..aur sab chintaa bhool ja”. I grabbed her naked breasts and began mauling them and taking her dark nipples in my fingers started pinching them hard. She was squealing in pain and pleasure saying “maalik bus karo aaaaa itna dabao mat sahab..dard hota hai..ufff…aaaaa….”. My hard cock was rubbing against the thin fabric of her old cotton sari against her ass. I whispered to her “Mera lauda pakad saali”. She obediently put her hands back and reached for my hard cock and started rubbing it.
A minute later, I pulled back from her and grabbed her long hair and wrapped it around my wrist and pulled her head back and roughly bit her neck. Then I dragged her by her hair into the kitchen and turning her around I pushed her down on her knees in front of the kitchen counter. With one hand still wrapped in her hair, I opened my shorts with the other and took out my cock and smacked it on her face saying “muh khol apna aur choos mera lauda”. She obediently opened her mouth wide and I slid my cock in.
She started to gag and cough a bit but I held her head down firmly, still having her long hair wrapped around my wrist and slammed my cock down her throat. There were tears coming out of her eyes as she tried to take it all in. It was so sexy to see this bitch, bindi on her forehead, sindoor in her maang, nose ring and mangalsutra with my cock stuffed down her throat. I viciously began to fuck her mouth as I had seen my dad do with Sushila. After about 5 mins of fucking her face, I pulled my cock out and smacked it on her face and jerking it a few times let loose my load all over her face. She winced in disgust and tried to move away but she had nowhere to go since I still had her long hair wrapped around my wrist.
What a site it was to see. Her lips, nose, eyes, cheeks and forehead were splattered with my cum. She was crying and wincing saying “nahi maalik …aaa…nahi nahi nahi…”. I let go of her hair. She tried to get up but I pushed her down again saying “Indu tujhay apni aukaad samaj aa rahi hai na ab. Chaat mera lauda apni zabaan say aur saaf kar. Phir uth aur apna muh dhokar kaam parr lag. Khana banaa. Aglay chaar dino tak tu aur main akele hongay. Sahab sushila ko lekar bahar jaa rahay hain. Tu tayyar hoja chudai kay liyey samjhi”. She reluctantly licked my cock clean and stood up and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
I pulled up my shorts and walked out of the kitchen. Went back to living room to pour myself another drink. Dad and sushila came out of his bedroom after a few minutes. She was dragging a small stroller with her. Dad laughed and said to me “Sushila to nangi hi rehenay wali hai jyadatar lonavala mein..kapday to sirf meray hi hain. Ha ha”. Sushila was dressed in red kashta sari. She had tied her bun tightly and was wearing some jewelry. Looking very fuckable. I wished dad goodbye and took my drink and sat down facing the Arabian Sea enjoying the cool breeze and the prospect to non-stop fucking for a few days.
Life was good!