A Maid Made for Master  


This one was with a young maid we had working at my maternal uncle's
house. Her name was Sandhya. She had started working at my uncle's
place right from the young age ; where they brought her up as though
their own daughter. She was the same age as me, or a couple months
younger to me, so we actually grew up together. I used to visit my
uncle's place very frequently because I loved my uncle and aunt very
much and I was their pet too. During our school days, when I used to
go to a convent and she was sent to one of the Marathi medium
municipal schools, I vividly remember she used to wear those cheap
quality uniforms. The uniform was of one top and a skirt. The top was
made of very thin white material thru which you could see her bra on
the days she did not wear her petticoat underneath. And the skirt was
of very rough khaki material and poorly stitched, letting it split in
no time.

Many times I saw her getting to work in the house, while still in her
uniform. Often in such cases, I'd be relaxing in the sofa watching TV
while she came in the room to sweep and mop the floor. These were the
times I used to get a peek of what's under her short school skirt.
When she sat down, squatting as it is known, to sweep I would get a
good glimpse of her panties. She was a smart girl, and knew what I
was relishing. In response she also used to make some or the other
gestures to assure me that she is also finds me interesting. Silently
we did fantasize each other but never could express the desire
openly. Perhaps we both waited for the right time to come. She was
quite a bindaas girl by nature, yet was never able to express her
desire for me, probably because she was complexed that she is a maid
working for us. Knowing that she was also interested in me, I took
full liberty in adventures like exploring into her personal bags
secretly in which there were these small plastic bags containing what
I believe to be her old undergarments which she was not using any
longer. Because they were old bras and panties I could get the smell
of her body from it which made me want her there and then. Some of
those bras & panties I used to love shredding the stitches off and
then imagining her wearing such torn ones.

Later with all these well developed skills I started doing the same
with her undergarments which were currently in use. She did get some
hint that someone was reaching to her underwear and screwing them up.
But wasn't too sure who it was because even me she knew as a very
decent boy. At the same time she did partly suspect me since I was
the only young person in the house, whereas my uncle and aunt was a
very sober couple. Now the fire between Sandhya and me was kindled.
Sometimes to make her sure that it is me messing with her underwear I
would even spill my sperm onto it. This way she did get a clear
indication from my side. Now she also started her traits on me. By
now we had grown up into our 20s, leading a very close friendly
relationship with that mischief in the eyes. Similar to me, she also
took full freedom of flirting with me in her own unique ways. In the
nights there used to be only her and me watching TV till late hours.
She occasionally sat in such an angle to give me a good view of her
cleavage behind the few carelessly placed frontal hooks of the
nighty. Hers were a remarkable pair of 34" fresh tits. Since she had
to wake up early for all the house work she would start dozing after
12am. In this condition her hand would slowly start creeping towards
my toes.

On one such occasion I also extended my foot to her thigh which was
warm. It was touching her lightly and she didn't seem to mind. On the
contrary she turned towards the TV with back to me placing her warmer
ass fully settled on my feet. I didn't need more indication to tell
me that she was open to anything. Sandhya and I used to sleep in the
drawing room where the TV was kept and uncle-aunt in their bedroom
with their doors closed, since they trusted that the two of us
considered each other as brother and sister. Big mistake by uncle-
aunt, but that's what gave Sandhya and me the freedom. I used to
sleep on a sofa in the drawing room and Sandhya like any typical maid
slept on a mattress on the floor, almost sticking to my sofa! One
night, after we had watched the TV for quite some time, she was fast
asleep. I feasted my eyes on her body, unfortunately fully covered by
a thin blanket. Yet I could see her boobs sticking up from below the
blanket. I gently removed the blanket off her breast, to see her
juicy pair still under the nighty. She had the same pleasant smile as
my bhabhi, which makes me feel that women who are horny are usually
only pretending to be asleep.

Maybe they're always awake waiting for a hot occasion to occur. I
slowly placed my left hand onto one of her tits. But in that dark
light I could hardly tell where the nipple was. So with my fingers
being more sensitive I tried to feel my way through. I could even
feel the stitches on her bra as her nighty was of very thin material.
Another of those cheap road side kinds. Her choice of clothes was
always in bright and spicy colours, red, green, orange, black, gaudy
pink, etc. and mostly tight and undersize for herself. Treading my
fingers along the stitches of the bra I reached her nipple which was
harder than I expected, like a pin sticking up. Slowly moved my hand
onto the other tit. Now I was quite confident with navigating around
on her body organs. With the help of my other hand also, I very
carefully undid the only two existing hooks of her nighty, to give me
a better view of her white, ordinary, half worn off, old bra. I did
feel she was fully aware of what is going on and that she's willing
for it too.

Posted : 07/10/2011 10:17 am

Only that she insisted on keeping her eyes closed, pretending the
whole thing is a secret for me. No problem for me, I carried on
confidently slipping my hand under her bra, getting the first feel of
her tits. Soft, squeezable, and hot as cakes, these apples of hers
seemed to be sweating with all the action taking place. I stopped all
my movements to judge her status, and felt her breathing pace
increasing gradually, so much that in the next few minutes she was
almost panting. I still waited for her to open her eyes so that the
rest of the act could be cooperative. The usually bindaas girl now
seemed to be shy. Pulling my hand out of her bra I proceeded towards
her navel area over the nighty as well as the chaddar which I had not
yet removed from her body. Purposely I pinched her navel lightly to
see if that woke her up. Not yet.

Then I reached for her prized portion, the pussy. I kept pressing the
pussy with my fingers softly at first and gradually increasing the
pressure. This she could definitely not resist and started moving her
hands and legs wildly, still pretending asleep. Shit! I thought to
myself. Why does she keep pretending so much when she also wants it
as much as me? Then I stopped being so careful, and decided to carry
on the rest of the act with full command. First of all I removed the
chaddar in one stroke. Her nighty and petticoat had risen till a
little above the knees. She didn't mind my removing the chaddar, but
knowing that the next target will be her petticoat, she slowly turned
to the other side with her back to me. Without hesitation I quickly
flung the petticoat straight upto her ass where I felt her brand new
panties. I kept full track of all her clothes including undergarments
and knew when she wore what. These were her new pink panties if I'm
not mistaken. I had no more patience to gently pull her whole nighty
off over her head. So I tiptoed to the bathroom, grabbed one my
uncle's razor blades and returned to mercilessly rip the whole nighty
off without bothering about the consequences.

Just when I finished ripping the full nighty from her back side, she
suddenly sat up glaring at me with her wide open beady eyes. I also
looked her straight in the eye with no guilt. We kept gazing at each
other for quite some time during which I know she was trying to think
of how to blame me. Finally she had to succumb to her own inner
burning desire and ( www.indiansexstories1.com ) smiled at me. She took both my hands and suggested
that I remove the rest of the nighty which was still covering her
frontal body. I pulled her nighty fully off with a jerk, almost
bruising her shoulders. This told her that I was tired of her drama.
So then she herself stood up and placed herself in my lap. Now she
was only in her petticoat and bra. I could really feel the heat of
her body spreading over mine. Once again she held my hands suggesting
me to open the strings of her petticoat, as an indication of her
apology. Accepting her apology I returned to my graceful techniques
and she too was happy.

Now I could look forward to more pleasant mutual love instead of me
having to rape her, which I would have anyway if she hadn't agreed.
Because I knew what a horny bitch she was. I could feel her entire
body bathed in sweat at a boiling point. Off with her petticoat, I
could've dragged of her panties same time. But, no, I wanted to see
her in the panties first, my fantasy image of her. I made her stand
up again to get her sexiest view in her rotten old bra and the brand
new pink panty. I was right about her wearing the new panty tonight.
I made her turn her back to me and I also stood up. Getting a good
feel of her old but gold bra, unhooked it and then tied her hands
with it. She giggled at this. Once again I reached for the blade with
which was going to rip her panty this time. She pleaded me not to rip
these as they were brand new and that she could not afford to buy
another one so soon with her meagre wages.

I assured her that I'd buy her a few imported pairs of undergarments
the very next day. Obliged, she didn't stop me any further. Even the
ripping of the panties I didn't want to finish immediately. I rubbed
the edge of the razor blade over each single stitch of the panty.
This move she found too irresistible and adored my skills in all
this. Now I started running the blade vertically all over the panty
except its elastic which ran along her waist. Later ran the blade
horizontally in many lines. At the end of this process her panty
started falling in bits and pieces. She moaned in thorough
desperation. Finding it impossible to pretend anymore she turned
around and hugged me very tightly almost squeezing my body, as this
whole experience was also her life long fantasy. Then we fucked to no
limits. Such incidents carried on frequently for a number of years
until we both got married. We still meet once in a while to revive
our childhood fantasies.

Posted : 07/10/2011 10:18 am