Wrecking My Maid’s Cunt And Asshole
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It was a rather depressing duration of loneliness and pathetic Delhi heat for a 21 year old during his vacations. It feels even more horrible because I could get more action and a more pleasant weather back in my college town. Recalling all the tight young bodies of college chicks drunkenly grinding their plum virgin asses begging to be ripped by my throbbing manhood, I was convinced I would end up fucking a pillow here, if nothing else. That’s the extent I could get horny. Jerking off helped, but how long could it? Not too long as it turns out. Digging through porn watching white chicks being their slutty selves put me to sleep after a point, and the vacations had only just started. I was burning for an actual soft cunt for a real hard fuck. Enters, the kind of pussy I was longing for (which was, any pussy), my maid – Shonali. Now, I hadn’t noticed her before because she used to work very early in the morning when I would sleep, but now she had temporarily changed her timing due to some personal issue, and that she would resume with the original timing later. But whatever. Better late than never. Now this little bengali fuck kitten was quite the temptress. Mostly owing to her tight little and slightly chubby (in the right spots) body, sexy musky smell and my testosterone level reaching its tipping point. I’m sure she must be at least 36-30-38, tightly packed top-to-bottom, 5’2″ perhaps, 30 years old. I like them a little old. She was wearing yellowish transparent-ish saree, and visible black bra. The moment I saw her, I wanted to thrust my 7-inch cock into all her holes. When she shifted back to morning timings, when no one else was home, I changed my routine to waking up early too. For a couple of days, I would just watch her working. Before she would start, she would tie the pallu of her saree around her waist because, like I mentioned, it was smoldering hot weather and she found it convenient, and I loved the sight of her bare midriff. She would also skip on wearing bra, and possibly panty too, every two or three days, which were the days I had to really control my demons. She would just glide around the house, swaying that heavy ass, spreading that sweaty smell, doing her chores. Meanwhile, I would try to catch a sight when I could, acting busy in my own work. Also, thinking how to make her my little bitch. Sometimes she would notice that look on my face, but the innocent little soul never complained. I waited for her to start doing dishes. I went into the kitchen under the pretext of drinking water. After I was finished, I didn’t leave. I stood there, behind her, leaning against the counter, observing every inch of the body I was so determined to fuck. She knew I was staring, but the poor woman had little claim to complain about anything. She knew how I was looking at her balloon tits jiggling to the movements of her washing dishes. And how trickles of sweat were running down her back, to her waist and probably disappearing somewhere in her butt-crack. She knew, but she couldn’t do nothing. She knew that I found her very fuckable at that time, after all those days of staring and smirking at her voluptuous figure, she knew it was building up in me. And I wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I moved behind her, putting my hands around her meaty love handles, pressing my chin lightly on her head (as she was short for me, I’m 5’10”). She froze. I knew I had an effect on her, just need to break her. I whispered in her ear, “kaam karti achchi lagti hai, ruk mat” (“you look hot while working, don’t stop”) She went back to rubbing dishes nervously while I held on to her, sniffing her sweet smell, feeling up her fleshy hips. I was loving the feel of her fat ass rubbing on my groins until I couldn’t hold back no more. With her back still turned at me, I shoved her head forward and made her bend over the kitchen sink. She resisted, but I held her down well. I quickly pulled up her lehnga, and started rubbing and slapping her pink cunt till wetness. Accepting her fate, she stopped resisting and started to moan sweetly in her sweet bengali accent. “Ooohh! oooh! aaaahh!!” her moans were a mixture of shame and desire. The obedient little slut’s pussy was prepared and wet too soon for hard and veiny cock. Such was the frenzy of lust, I quickly pulled down my boxers and shoved it down her pussy from behind. “Aaah! aaah! aaaaahhh!” she screamed while taking thrusts from behind. All this shoving moved her little body so much that all of her upper bra-less body got splashed with the running water in the sink. It became even hotter to grab and slap on her wet tits, while ramming my dick in her cunt from behind. I could see little tears running down her face, with periodical smirks of ecstasy, signifying she had totally given herself to me. And I was going to give her more. I dragged her to the bedroom, ripping off her blouse and lehnga on the way, and threw her on the bed. She, like every trained village slut, lied on her back and opened her legs. What does she think of me? Her husband? I slapped her face and told her to turn over like my little bitch. She obeyed. I lean over her, kiss her and tell her, “apni gaand tayyaar rakh” (“prepare that anus”). I lick my fingers and start teasing her asshole, which made her tremble a little out of nervousness, which was fun for me. Then I pushed my finger into her hole, preparing it for my hard-as-rock cock, and surprisingly, she seemed to be enjoying it. So I try to be nice to her this time, and slowly push my cock’s head slowly into her ass. The head was fat enough to let a little “aah!” come out of her mouth, but she was being a sport now. She knew she’d love it. Or she thought so. “Aaaaaahh!” she cried, as I suddenly pushed the entire length of my cock in her tight virgin asshole. I slowly picked up my pace of fucking her, till I was fucking her hard enough that she couldn’t support herself on her arms and knees anymore. She lay flat on her stomach moaning, while I still fucked her ass deep and wide. I squeezed her boobs with my left hand and rubbed her cunt with my right while trying to maintain my hard thrusts to make her routinely scream. Her pussy had made a large part of my bed sheet wet, ’cause the little bitch still wanted me to fuck her dry. After ramming her ass for a while, I turn her over, put her right leg on my shoulder, and went for the good old pussy-fucking. “ah! ah! ah!”, she enjoyed while our crotches made happy slapping wet noises. Before I was gonna finish, I grabbed her hair, bit into her tit and gave a deep thrust that was gonna leave her cunt loose for a very long time. “aaaaaahhh!”, she cried like she hadn’t even cried while taking it in the ass. I pull out and slap her face with my dick. She opens up her mouth like the obedient maid she is. I give my cock a few last jerks and shoot a massive load all over her face, thus claiming my eternal dominance over her sexuality. Realizing her position in the matters, she lets me smear all of my remaining cum on her face, and licks & swallows the rest off my dick. I, exhausted, fall beside her on the bed, with a grand look of bliss on my face after ages. Without me needing to tell her anything, Shonali quietly dresses up and resumes to finishing up her chores. And also prepare her anus for another day. Liked my fantasy? It’s actually based on my dominating sexual nature. also, this was my first article! 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