Komal – The Gentle One – Part 1
deep throat, house maid, seduce

It was a dream when it all began. Yes, you read that right. I was in a state of trance when I saw her head bobbing up and down, deepthroating and gagging on my 6″ member as I came shot after shot in her mouth. With one last hard suck, she took my dick out her mouth leaving its head glistening with a mix of saliva and semen. She dug her chin on my inner thigh, gripping the base of my penis with quite a bit of strength trying to get a whiff of that musky mixture she just made. Slightly tilting her head, she said, “you are welcome” with her happy eyes that could see the satisfaction on my face. She squeezed every last drop of cum from my shaft. As soon as she saw a drop ooze out on the tip, she gave a really sly smile and gently caressed it with the tip of her tongue, tasting every last drop she could get. I slowly opened up my eyes to realize it was all real. I am sorry. Let me introduce myself here. I am Abhimanyu, my pen name. A heavy sleeper, I am a 24-year-old, 5’9″ tall, dusky in complexion and a proud owner of a textile mill here in Ahmadabad which I have inherited from my father working in this field for the past 40 years. All of this started about 2 years ago. I had just come home from college when I called out my mom for my lunch. Our maid Komal came instead with a plate full and served me. That’s when I first saw her, about 25 years old herself with an oblong face, clear skin and big round brown eyes, sweet little charming smile. “Aunty will be here in 15 minutes”, she said. Her sharp jawline and her teeth added more glamour to her facial features. I could clearly make out how confidently she carried her kind of fair complexion as her 34c-30-38 figure complimented her 5’7″ height. I was smitten by her simplicity and knowing that she would stay with us excited me further. “Bhaiya, have it while it’s still warm”, she pointed to the food as I was lost in admiration of her cleavage. Her redolence spiked my pheromones and intrigued me to rip her salwar off and dig my nose in her butt. Instead, with a formal smile of approval, I started having my food. “Done with your lunch?”, I enquired. “Nahi abhi toh bohot kaam baaki hai”. I insisted her to eat first, with me. Hungry, she hurried into the kitchen, got her plate and sat on the sofa runner. I didn’t want a too friendly first impression so I didn’t ask her to sit on the dining. Just let it be”, I thought to myself. As soon as I completed my lunch, I rushed to my room for my quick afternoon nap. I was fucking horny after seeing Komal. “How would she be in the bed, dominant or submissive?” I pondered and started shagging myself. “How would her sweet melodious voice moaning my name would sound as I pound her hard and rough?” “Would she be shy or wild?” A flurry of thoughts filled my mind as I imagined fucking her all day long. “I think I should try!” “But what if I fail and she disrespects me in front of my family?” or worse “What if she started blackmailing me?” “What if she rejects me?”, rejection being a big insecure ‘area’ for me. Suddenly, my thoughts took a vivid turn and I realized I had cum. My spurts were really thick and this was the shortest I could last. I wanted an answer to all those questions but then I let them all go after the rush of blood subsided considerably and I dozed off. It was the holiday season. The burning sun of Ahmadabad had taken temperatures beyond a record 50°c. I had become lazier, a customary afternoon nap and then joining my friends for a smoke post dinner. I used to laze around all day. My girlfriend, 2 years elder to me, was an all anti-smoking anti-drinking tard. I fooled her whenever I smoked because she gave me what all hormonal monsters my age want, sex, and a lot of it. She was the one with higher sexual libido and I had to control my ejaculation too long just to see that satisfied look on her face post the session when she slept in the dim yellow lighting glimmering her face. I used to sneak her into my room, sometimes I snuck in her room. We used to go out for late night drives and indulge in some oral activities and it was all good until she decided to leave India for her masters. I was heartbroken. Deciding against all these bullshit habits, I was motivated to do something on my own to prove everyone wrong about me being a brat. Time flew by and I had completed my graduation. And as always, I had the pressure of joining my family business immediately, as is the normal tradition in a marwadi family. One night I was unable to sleep, I went to the terrace of my bungalow to see moonlight gazing down the clouds of smoke. I exhaled them, reminiscing my past ‘adventures’ with my ex when I saw Komal sitting in the gazebo alone. She was lost in her thoughts, hand on chin and one on her thigh when I barged in “You too?” I asked humbly, unaware what was going on beneath those dark harem pants she was wearing. “Ah!” she shrieked “You scared me”. I could sense something odd from her body language. It was a bit different. “Yeah, just like last night, and the ones before” she added, as she slowly removed her hand from the insides of her thigh hoping I didn’t notice. She grabbed her dupatta an arm-length away trying to cover her bosom under her white t-shirt which clearly showed her small dark brown nipples protruding through the thin worn out fabric, again hoping that I might not have noticed. It was evident, as was the strong aroma of her juices emanating from her as I sat next to her chair. I was tempted to grab her by her waist, look deeply in her eyes, hold her smooth face in my rough palms look down at her lips when they are just an inch away from mine and kiss them. But then again, it was all a temptation. “What’s keeping you up?” she interrogated as she spoke through her faint smile which suggested that my face was a reflection of my emotions, and she had read them. “I don’t know, just one of those nights, I guess.” “Yeah, probably you are feeling lonely. I guess that’s what happens once you spend a few nights with your girlfriend. And don’t be shocked, I sleep across the hall. What did you think I didn’t notice you bringing Anisha in? I couldn’t help but hear all the panting, banging, moaning and thumping! And to be honest, some.. never mind” she said, all in a jiffy and realizing where she was getting as she spoke. I was relieved, certain that my secret was safe and that there was scope, at least to try, but then again my insecurity crept in. Reeling in from my thoughts, “I knew it was not untraceable but I didn’t realize it was this evident” my mouth uttered involuntarily. “Ah, don’t worry. I know how these things are. I have been through this and a part of me misses it too but..” “But what?” “It’s a pretty long story.” “I can pull an all-nighter if you can keep me up.” I wanted to cross the line, just. This girl was attracting me more towards herself. She was friendly, she was open-minded, she was interesting. She smiled as she started. “I had a someone when I was 19, it was fun and games until I stopped having sex with him. He was 30, a father and was widowed. I worked for his neighbour” her lips turning upside down as she spoke. And as she continued, I realized how that guy used her and why she was always so reserved. She was scared that it might happen again, that she won’t be able to stand up if it were to happen again. “So that means you were missing him too?” “How?” she asked, puzzled. “Because here you are, all alone, touching yourself under the twinkling starlight with a touch of breeze. What could it suggest?! I can even smell it.” “I uh, I”, frightened, she started stammering. “Not so easy when it hits you, right? Don’t worry I understand just how you do. I can help by the way”, I winked. I wanted to her to loosen up and again cross the line but pretending it to be a friendly banter, as she cracked relievingly. “Can I try that?” pointing towards the cigarette. “Sure, why not! But have you tried ‘this’ before?” “No, not really.” As I handed over the cigarette, she started struggling to even hold onto it. “Here, let me help.” I brought it closer to her lips, our bodies just about 2 feet away. I could feel the heat from her body limbering down. As she smelled the tar on the butt of the cigarette, she turned her face away. “Just one drag”, I asserted as I pulled her a bit closer holding her by her waist. She stared deep in my eyes, a little bit angry, feeling my hand but then took one puff and started coughing. “Again”, I asserted, my hand still on her waist and she inhaled it this time. Quickly realizing the position of my hand, I pulled it away, apologizing and leaving her wondering about my touch as I headed towards my room. This little incident and the conversation between us was like the curtain raiser of our relationship. I woke up late next morning, credit to all the drama that happened previous night when I heard the maid Komal already mopping the floor. “And I thought you said you could pull an all-nighter” she made eye contact with me and then quickly glanced my morning wood as soon as I sat on my bed. “Anisha kept me up all night, I guess you weren’t able to.” “Right.” I could sense her anger infused jealousy as I got up to brush my teeth. As I got up, she froze, still on the floor squatting, exposing almost all of her tightly clad tits and her cleavage, staring straight down my boner. She bit the corner of her lower lip as she saw my dick in full length for the first time. I was waiting for her to gain her senses as I raised my eyebrows with a little sly smile as to asking “what?” She saw me standing still, looked up in my eyes, again glanced my dick and left the room as she completed her mopping. I wanted her to make the approach to be a cent percent sure of having her in my bag. That day went on to be a bit dull but little did I know what surprise the next morning had for me. Hope you were entertained. Furthermore in the next part. [email protected]