I stay alone in Delhi since in conclusion 5 years and and almost throughout this stretch, I have been involved with my one maiden or early. My hit proportion with housemaid is 6/9. Thats to say out of 9 maids who have worked for me in last five years I screwed 6 of them. one i did n't try on, she was too horrid ; and with 2 I couldnt succeed.
The reason why I try to get under chick of my maids is very simple. If the maid agrees to abstract her skirt, it becomes an absolutely roll-n-rock. She will never expect or even think of marriage, she will never ask gifts or surprises- at near an occasional Rs 100 ( $ 2 ) and sporadic leaves is all I have given, there are no emotional stuff and nonsense, and the unspoilt percentage is that she will eff on demand. No ... the best part is that she can also bring another twat over if nicely asked !

My current maid is Parvati. Her age would be 28. She is from Bengal which explains her curvy feature article, especially her heavy knocker and round of golf juicy ass. She is slightly darkish, the shade of coffee with spear carrier milk but her cutis is amazingly smooth- no vulgar poppycock anywhere, and she has a wooden-headed swollen bitch. And let me tell you how I reached to that.

Right on the commencement day when she came for oeuvre, she caught my fantasy. And I set upon working my convention on her. The general formula is a no brainer in fact. How I term it is 'do n't be busy if you want to get pussy'.
The very kickoff affair I ask any maid is to do as less work as possible. Broomimg - do only the living room and bed elbow room regularly. Sweeping and brushing - do it alternate sidereal day. Clothes- Use wash machine. Food- not Thomas More than 2 cup of tea. This non-fussy attitude usually wins a maid over and she looks forward to work for me. The indorsement thing is to speak to them a lot. Anything which appeal to their level. Mostly it will be gossip. About their life sentence, neighbor 's life and my animation ( the very low gear matter a new maid snooper around is for presence of a girl in the apartment )
I also gradually makes the conversations more risqué. Talking about some of my most orphic social function, sex episodes, girlfriend i find hot etc. bring in a personal slant that makes the amah more well-heeled. Perhaps she starts to think herself as my Confederate, and a partner in offence. And this breaks most of the ice.

I did all of these with Parvati and she played to the tune. Within a workweek, she started saying with a wink 'today you r decked up. Seems going on a particular date !'to'u have brought prime ! Looks like someone is coming tonight'.
It was sentence for footprint 3. Anapurna comes for work both in morning and eve. When she rung the bell, I undressed to my briefs, put face gel up to my eyebrow and admitted her after 2 hour of bell plangency, with a certain show of annoyance
'' Parvati, for Supreme Being sake.. I was in bathroom. You didnt give me time to even remove this gel '' ( no mention of not being able to wear dress ).
I heard her suddenly gasp. I couldnt see cause the gel was really in my center, and it helped me to give a convincing performance when I actually collided with death chair and beanbags on the way back to bathroom. Once I washed the face, in the same state I went to kitchen where she was cooking. We had chatted each of past times 7 day while she cooked so it was but obvious on my constituent to link her there. When I entered, she threw a agile coup d'oeil at me and then turned to cooking chores. That day, the conversation was stifled on her voice, but I continued like business as common. It took her two days to get used to my new frock computer code in dwelling house. On the third day she said in a sidetone
'' arent you uncomfortable this way ''
'' what way ? '' i asked innocently
'' just wearing this.. underclothes '' she gave a small giggle
'' no i am not. Are you ? ''
She shook her mind slightly in negative. i said further
'' and this is also causal agency you are here. Otherwise when alone I dont wear anything ''
She looked at me in surprise and then giggled hard
'' what ? Complete nude person ? ''
'' yes. Whats there to laugh about ? '' i asked in mock surprise
'' i have never seen anyone staying like this '' she said in a thick-skulled vocalisation
'' i can stay like that with you if you dont listen '' i said with a tightening bump in my briefs.
I moved close to her. She cast one coup d'oeil at my loins and then focused on cooking. Sensing her uncomfortableness i withdrew and went to my elbow room.
Next day she was mitt washing 2 of my jeans and a couple of cargos in the bathroom. After one-time i entered there and started small talks with her. Until then she was standing and rinsing the wearing apparel but after I entered she squatted on the flooring and pulled up her attire above the knee joint so. This exposed her shapely calves and part of her thighs. Moreover she also bent forward, making her blouse dip low, showing her trench cleavage. She twice put her script inside her blouse on the pretence of adjusting it. This did nothing except pulling up her breast so much when she retracted the hand that i could get a glimpse of her dismal Negroid pap. Also her blouse got wet and translucent and underneath i could see heavy abstract of her round tits.
She was definitely throwing her own decoy. I took it forefront on. while talking to her i went to commode, took my prick out and released a melt off stream of urine. Thin cause the tool was rear. I was one-half turned towards her so she had a realise view to my stiff member. From the corner of my heart i saw her looking unblinkingly at my genital organ but i acted fooling and kept the talk on. I jerked the member 2-3 times to shake off clinging piss drop cloth and then exclaimed 'bloody the last drop always hangs'. I turned and went to her her still holding my dick in script. She eyed it and quickly bowed her chief.
'' parvati.. Can u pour some water on 'it'from the mug in your hand '' i said conversationally, looking down and still giving a disingenuous to my penis.
She silently acquiesced to my request and bathed my penis with its tip column inch from her face. I thanked her and came back to my elbow room humming a song. I was anticipating some hot action as follow through, but 10 minutes later i heard her saying'i am leaving'i was indeed surprised. And disappointed.
Next day
I was watching'A Room in Italian capital'when she came. The movie was good so taking a interruption off the routine, i did not fall in her in kitchen. She clanged and clattered a lot in kitchen, and even sworn and exclaimed feigning annoyance or hurt, but i did not heed to her attention seeking endeavour. I must had been really absorbed in the picture show reason 5 instant I found her standing besides me.
'' oh..so thats why you are ignoring me '' she said looking at my background screen, giving a furtive glance at my penis at the same clock time. I was wearing only a T shirt without shorts or boxers and was stroking my dick without meaning to masturbate at the scene that was more explicitly nude even in a movie broad of explicit nudity. Two girls were intimately orgasming each early and were all over each other. I instinctively minimized the screen at her sudden pause, as if caught in the act.
But i recomposed quickly and said `` Yes, this is a good movie so i got absorbed in it ''

'' So why did u stop it ? Resume it.. Let me also see what kind of movies you citizenry from high up classes watch ? ``

I raised an eyebrow and gave her a look down. She appeared a bit flushed and slightly out of her usual peel. It was a trade good Sultanate of Oman. I restored the movie windowpane and immediately nude soundbox of two females filled my 27 edge admonisher. They moved and slithered, nestling, fondling, fingering and sucking each other. Slowly Parvati snuggled to me and leaned against my arm and leg. She had a lightheaded aroma of cheap scented rock oil, a novelty i observed. With our eye glued on screen door, i lifted my hand and placed it firmly on her diffused and round sari clad ass cheek. On cue she slightly deform forward and thrusted her bulging back behind. I kneaded and squeezed her ass that felt warm up and soft even over the sari. After a mo or so of massaging her sizable buttocks i started to press my hand between her ass cheeks forming a deep wedgie there. Her hips slowly rocked to my ministrations and just as I was about to make her sit on my tool the threshold bell rung. She gave a start and ran out to attend the unwished visitor. A minute later she peeked in and inform
'' it was the laundry guy. You watch movie and i will cook now ''

I considered joining her in kitchen but it did not fit in with my strategy of not making the first movement. So I fidgeted and cursed the laundry man and persuasion of new ensnarements for the next day.
5 minutes later Parvati was again besides me, working a face on her boldness `` Bhaiya ji ( thats how she address me ), I got sprain while cooking. Can u go over it, its aching a lot ''
I turned to front her with concerned look on my cheek `` oh, thats bad. What happened ? ``
'' i slipped while taking vegetables out from fridge and hit my articulatio humeri somewhere '' she said lugubriously. `` do you have iodex at home ? '' i made her sit on the bed and came back with the pain relieving ointment.
'' i wont be capable to apply it on my backbone '' she said with a heavy breathing place `` can you rub it delight on my shoulder and back ? ''
trying to avoid any expression of sexual tenseness i felt, i said why not.
'' thank you bhaiya ji '' she said and turning her back towards me, removed the sari from her shoulder joint and bosom and try on unhooking her blouse. She struggled to untangle the tiny tooth of her blouse magazine and said `` why are you standing there bhaiyaji. Help me take off this blouse please ''
I unhooked the clip and the side of meat of blouse hung apart to lay her curvy back naked from neck down to her waist. Like most of the Amerindian language maids she wasnt wearing any bra. Taking some cream on my hand I massaged her shoulders and neck. This was the first time i had touched her and her hide felt just as smooth out as it looked. I was standing behind her while giving the massage and whenever I looked down, I could see the fop of her tits as her blouse had slid down somewhat.
When i started to rub down her back, my hands would be active to her sides and my fingers brushed underside of her tits. I could easily cup and squeeze them at that item but when she was anyways opening herself completely then there wasnt any penury of precipitation, in my public opinion.

All this while my dick was standing erect and poking hard in Parvati 's back but she did mot utter a Good Book of about it or anything. After a skilful 15 minutes of massage i asked if she felt better
'' yes bhaiya ji. The pain in the neck in articulatio humeri at least has reduced a lot ''
'' where else is it hurting ? '' i asked
'' just below my rosehip, on the thighs and interior .... '' she let her last words fade out in indicative signification.
'' ok '' i said `` turn around and lets see that ''
When Parvati turned she hungrily stared at my dick. I tried to pretend not take observance of it and said `` so where is it aching ? ``
She spread her leg apart pulled her saree above her knees. and touched her thigh on the interior. I sat near her and put my manus on the indicated spot. What smooths thighs ! And soft like a quill pillow.
`` here ? '' I said pressing my flatbed of palm on it.
'' slightly higher.. ''
'' you r ok if insert my hand inside your sari ? `` it was an unneeded interrogation
She looked at me bewildered and said `` yes bhaiyaji. You put it inside. ``
i pushed my hand up and it was now on her inner thighs, inches from her fork. Her flesh was damp there and considering the ac was on all the time, it wasnt damp from sweat.
'' its here ? ''
'' just .. Slightly more up '' she said through ragged breathing space. So there were no more questions to ask
I touched her pussy sass and pushed inside my middle finger `` its here, right ? '' i said softly in her ear
She nodded and pinked.
'' lift your saree and let me look ''
She raised her articulatio coxae and pulled her sari completely above her slender waist. Her crotch was swollen and her pussy was thick and puffy. It was all plumb shaven and so i could see it was glistening with liquid state and moist with milky discharg.
'' shall i transfer the blouse too ? '' she asked in a desperate tone when i did cypher More than brushing and partake her gaping incision. I said yes and she threw off her blouse free her daily round fleshy breasts. Her pap were gorged and jutting out. I clamped my lip over her breast and started finger fucking her. She buckled and bounced on her round ass and started moaning.
Sucking and feasting on her breats I dragged her on the edge of bed and pushed her back. She went down and immediately spread her legs across-the-board pulling them back to her dresser. her well pussy was obscenly split encompassing now. I held her shank and pushed my putz inside her.
'' aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh '' she let out a strangle groan. Despite its swollen and declamatory spirit she had a tight cunt and i had to give respective stab before my dick fully entered her. oh.. What a delightful touch it was. After almost a calendar month I was inside a twat again and I savored it every bit. Her warmly and wet canal clutched my dick with legato brutality like it was fist of a untried fille holding a man 's meat for the first fourth dimension. I started a rhythmic move of sliding in out from her pin down golf hole, all the clip spending every apothecaries' ounce of my will power to delay ejaculation as very much possible.
Parvati, naked and open, with her legs on my shoulders, wiggled and bucked and arched under my never-ending hammering. She clawed and scratched my book binding and locked her lips on mine. Squishy Sounds of 'slurp', 'slurp'filled the room as if a drainage was getting plumbed. Her moaning had turned into short breathless grasps in her dire attempts to smother loud screams. As her orgasm started to build up she threw her weapons system around, beat her brain on pillow and jerked her pelvis crazily. And then the cracking composure descended !
I fucked her for another 15 minutes as she lay in post orgasmic contentment. And then the intimate and much wanted surge of pleasance commenced at home of my dick and slowly rose to its elevation. With a grunt i pulled out my dick and disgorged the substance over her pussy and stomach in thickheaded loads .