For next few moments I kept caressing her boobs while poking my rock hard lund in her gaand, and simultaneously kissing her on right cheek, earlobes, neck area and all.
She made some weak protest, murmuring ” sa’ab, mat karo…. koi dekh lega… aah..” but hardly made any effort to break free from my embrace. She turned to face me after the initial moments, but there was not much space.
She was sandwiched between my bare boday and the washing machine. She grinded against my entire body in the process of turning around to face me. As she faced me and stepped back, my towel fell down! Here I was, fully naked, my raging bull saluting her shocked expression, her hand on her mouth trying to muffle a “oo maa..”
and I was looking at her facial expressions. I whispered in her ears “..ab to poora dekh lia?” She blushed, looking at me for the first time. It was her silent acceptance that ‘ab to mei chudne waali hoon, let me play along’. I started kissing her lips, eyes cheeks, and her entire face.
She melted in my arms, still shy that she was being seduced by her naked sa’ab, my lund was now pressed against her lower half. I guided her hand to my lund. Hesitatingly she took my dick in her hand, not able to encircle the thick shaft with her small fingers. She was blushing and smiling.
We had now reached a point of no return. I was naked, standing in front of my maid, she was holding my dick and admiring it, my hands were inside her kurta holding her back and I was nibbling away at her lips and face. It was only natural that she too sheds her clothes. I paused, only to locate her salwar string and pulled it, making her salwar fall on the floor.
She did not protest how she could when she was already caressing my tool. She was now in her kurta alone, my both hands caressing her back, her melons and her bare bums all at the same time. By now my tongue had forced its way in her mouth, despite her initial protest. May be she had never tasted a tongue before, but she started to like it within moments.
Holding her ass cheeks I lifted her and made sit on the washing machine. Not wasting any time, I proceeded to remove her kurta and make her fully naked (no bra and panties, remember?). Wow, she had a very desirable body, her melons were well shaped, nipples long and erect. As I gently licked her succulent breasts she opened her legs, encircling them around me.
I took time to look at her now wide open crotch. She had very small thatch of hair on her mound; I was expecting a thick jungle. I slipped my hand underneath to explore her cunt, it was soaking wet already. Mala in the meantime had got hold of her favorite toy, my shaft, and was squeezing it. As I resumed kissing her tits and caressing her body, she slid forward to edge of her sitting area.
She guided my lund between her thighs and rubbed it along her choot. Ufff….., I never even imagined the heavenly pleasure I was experiencing at that moment. My maid naked, sitting on the edge of washing machine, her legs wrapped around my body, she rubbing my lund over her choot and me kneading her breasts and bums.
She too was sexcited too, hissing and puffing, silently begging me to enter her love grove. As pushed my tool, she cringed with pain, maybe she was not fucked for quite some time. I greased my lund with some cold cream (Ponds Cream I still remember) and resumed my task. She smelled my hand and liked the perfume of this cream.
I let my shaft at the entrance of her choot and resumed kissing and caressing her body. I felt her muscles relax, she started to enjoy again. I once again put my tongue in her mouth. while she was busy enjoying my tongue, I pushed my dick through her entrance. She flinched but I was already in her choot by now.
After staying still for some time, I started pushing my lund little by little in her choot. Her choot was quite tight; I don’t think her husband fucked her of late. The edge of washing machine was a hindrance too. She played her part by sliding further towards to accommodate more of me inside her.
She was also mumbling something in her native language, something that was like urging her lover or hubby to do it more and more. At one time she was barely on the edge; her entire weight was on my lund. She stretched her arms behind my back; I lifted her entire body holding her from her hip and stood erect.
Here she was, a fully naked maid, clinging on to her naked sahib, his tool impaled in her choot, her melons crushed against his hairy chest, her hands clawing his back and her legs wrapped on his hips! It was a Kamasutra re-lived in my house. To add to the frenzy, I was able to ram my entire tool inside her in the process of lifting her.
Her pubic hairs were mingling against mine; it was just too much happening too quickly. I guess she had had a mini climax, her cunt walls were juicy and smooth now. After ramming her a few times in that standing position, I carried her to the nearest wall. I wanted deeper and fuller thirsts but it was not possible in that Khajuraho pose.
I pinned her to the wall she still hanging on me, and started pumping her faster. I knew my climax was building up and I wanted to ram to her deepest point. When I looked at her she was looking out from the window next to us, afraid that people below may catch a glimpse of us in this condition.
She was afraid, but this pervert thought of getting caught was perhaps heightening her ecstasy. She was now biting me on shoulder, her fingers were clawing on my back, her cunt walls had a firm grip of my lund. This was just too much for me and I climaxed, sending unending sprays of my semen into her tunnel.