Hi. My name is Haasini. I’m excited to share my fuck with my boss, Mr.Prem. I seduced and made him screw me in his own bedroom. Although I work as a housemaid, my features are not like ordinary maids. I have a well shaped, well curved body with assets in the right places. My smile is a killer. No wonder, guys of all ages want to strike a conversation with me.
I know they have a crush on my body. They can’t wait to see me naked. I know all attraction is physical. But I enjoy the attention. Emotionally, I have a worried and not-working marriage. My husband, Bala is a drunkard. He comes home after gambling away his day’s earnings and stinks of cheap booze.
We quarrel over the smallest things, as I’m educated more and advise him on family matters. He can’t digest that I know more, so we end up in fights. On one occasion, he brought up a matter that he wanted to marry sheela, a whore who lived in the nearby slum and accommodated her lovers for single nights there. We fought bitterly and I was torn emotionally.
I cherish love. I cherish kind words. I wanted to run away. That day, when I left for work, there was rain. I carried my umbrella but it could not protect my body from getting wet. I reached work to find that my mistress had to leave town for six days and I had to be taking care of my boss, Prem and his needs. I never expected that he would take care of my needs rather than me. I wanted to take revenge from Bala. But I also wanted to be safe.
I forgot to tell you that I am a lady of 24 and my height is 5.7. My boobs are big, round and my tits are pointed to invite stares from guys. My arms are thin like a teenager’s. I have a slim waist with a pin-hole navel. And my hips are broad. Alas, my husband failed to see what a royal fuck I was! He never had the patience to disrobe me.
He never made any comments on my scaly figure, not moved his hands around my lovely global ass. I fantasized my man touching my hips and squeezing my waist. But it didn’t happen ever. He was a 2 minute noodle-snoodle and would ejaculate the minute he was inside me. I tried to educate him, but he couldn’t perform at all.
Coming back to my sex with my boss. Prem is a doctor. He was at home that day because of some strike at the hospital. He was lying in bed in a lungi and didn’t wear any shirt or vest. He is hot. He had well shaped muscles and a nice looking chest. No wonder, his female patients stayed within his cabin for more time than necessary. But he is a shy man.
I reached his house drenched in rain. I wore a pink saree and my bra- white in color and lacy in design could be seen through. When he opened the door, he was bare-chested and stared at me without letting me inside. “Saab.” I broke his gaze, “main geeli ho gayi hoon. Mujhe andar aane do.” [Saab, I’m wet. Let me inside.}
He widened the door and told me to wipe myself in the bathroom. I rushed to the bathroom and quickly removed my saree. I forgot that there was no towel to wipe. “Saab, aap mujhe ek towel dijiye.” I called. He came into the bedroom and removed one of the thin towels my mistress used. He knocked on the door and I opened. He peeped inside to see me in blouse and petticoat.
My body was shining. My navel and boobs were taut. My flat stomach was very tempting for a male. I turned away, exposing my ass to him. “Saab, please aap bahar jaao.” I knew my mistress is out. And he and I were alone in the house. I saw that he is attracted to my body. My troubles were forgotten. I wanted a cock. And I wanted to reach the pinnacle of orgasm.
My whole cunt was quivering to have big meat inside it. I was overcome with lust. I told myself, “Haasini, tera Prem tujhe aaj chodke teri pyaas bhujayega. Tu tiyar ho ja. Aaj tu uski biwi ban jaa. Wo tujhe apne land ka sukh dega.” [Haasini, your beloved Prem will satisfy your lust now. Prepare yourself. Today you are his wife. Today he will fuck you.]
I came out in blouse and petticoat without bothering to wear my saree. My blouse had mini sleeves and my neck pattern revealed ample cleavage. “Saab, aap chai piyenge. Mujhe thand lag rahi hai?” “Haan.” Prem stared at my breasts, “piyunga.” My man was horny. I wanted him to devour my body. I wanted him to disrobe me in his lustful stare.
I moved around to the kitchen swaying my hips for his delight. My bums were so attractive; no man can keep his erection after seeing them! He saw me preparing tea and some pakodas. I brought it to the dining and kept it. My bending showed more of my boobs. My erect nipples wanted to tear away from the blouse.
I bit my lower lip and smiled, “saab. Aap akele bore hote honge. Kya hum kuch baat kar sakte hain? Mujhe kuch poochna hai aapse?” [saab, you must be bored. Can we talk as I want to discuss something?] Without moving his eyes away from my boobs, he said, “Kya choosna hai? A.. mera matlab hai, kya poochna hai?”
I burst out to childlike laughter, “Saab, aap bade handsome ho. Aapke female patients aapse personal sawal karte honge na?” I wanted to see if he can handle my sexual advance. [Saab, you’re handsome. Do your female patients ask you personal questions?] “Haan. Mujhe sab ki raat ki kahani maloom hai. Saale ye mard. Poori duniya pe raaj karte hain.
Bistar par apni patniyon ko garam nahin kar sakte. Saale poora land andar dala nahin kie pus ho gaye. Jee chahta hai ke inhe goli maar dun.” [yes. I know their bedroom story. Fuckin men! They rule the whole world. Only on bed they can’t make their wives hot. Fuckers. Before inserting their entire dicks inside they’re over with ejaculation. I wish I can shoot each one.]
I was aroused. My Bala also is such a nut. Bastard. He must be shot. I thought, I must fuck my Prem today and make him come back for more of my ass. “Saab. Un sab ki chodo.” I made my arms up in the air and touched my opened hair. That made my heavy boobs also spring up. My bra revealed the gaps between my tits and made them even spongy.
Then with a gesture to tie my hair, I moved my hands to roll up a bun. ” Main chahti hoon ke bacha na ho. Magar mere pati ko family planning ke bare me kuch nahin malum. Main kaise apni jawaan jism ko soft aur sexy rakhun. Mujhe pregnant nahin banna” I could see him swallow. His eyes were transfixed on my cleavage.
He put his hands on my shoulder and said, “aaj main tumhe aise pose dikhata hun jisse sex karne se bacha nahin hoga.” It was easier than I thought. This decent man in society is getting ideas to screw his maid. When royal meat is in front of you, even vegetarians are tempted am I right friends?
“Saab, mujhe dar lag raha hai. Malkin ko pata chala to main kahin ki nahin rahungi. Ek to gareebi. Uske upar itni kam salary. Mera guzara kaise chalega, Saab.” [Saab, I’m getting scared. If your wife comes to know, I will be nowhere. I’m poor. On top of that such meager salary. How will I survive.]
“Tum gareeb kahan ho. Tumhara ye jism. Tumhari adbhud jawani. Tumhare ye hont aur ye jwala jaisi naabhi kisi bhi mard ko jala sakti hai. Main tumhara khayal rakhunga. Bol tumhe kya chahiye? Do hazar? teen hazar? panch hazar? Teri mulayam kamar aur ye badi badi chuchiyan mere ling ko madhosh kar rahi hain. Aaj mere kamre me ek nayi goofa khulegi. Tu meri patni ban jaa ek ghante ke liye.”
[who said you are poor. Your fucking body; your fucking cunt; Your juicy lips and your sexy navel are like a pyre that can burn any man. I’ll look after your wants. Two thousand? Three Thousand? Five thousand? Your deep navel and big boobs are making my cock wild. Today, a new cave will open in my bedroom. Come be my wife for one hour.”]
Now I had my victim in my den. I told him that my husband kept me unsatisfied and I’m dying to be fucked by him. I put my arms on his shoulder and hugged his naked chest. He is so warm. He is so broad. He moved his clean shaven chin on my shoulder and put his hands on my hips. His hands went up and cupped my tits.
I screamed, “Saaaaab. Aap mujhe choosenge?” All my life I’d been waiting for my man to touch my waist. I’d fantasized someone licking my earlobe, and moving his lips on my neck while his hands would calmly undress me. It was happening. ” Tumhe pregnant nahin hona hai to apne pati ko ‘durex’ condom use karne do. Ye bahot soft hai aur asli land ki garmi deta hai.
Jab nange land se sex karte hain aur malaai cunt ke andar jati hai, tab pregnant hone ka poora chance hai. Ye condom tumhare pati ke nange land ko dhak dega aur uski malaai ko andar jane nahin dega. Aur mazaa bhi dega.” [if you don’t want to get pregnant, use ‘durex’ condoms. It is the most soft and will give you the warmth of a true dick.
When you fuck with a naked cock, the sperm that is ejaculated enters you and you have full chance to become pregnant. So this condom will not permit the sperm to enter as it covers the entire cock. And it will give lot of pleasure.”] “Saab, aap bahut ache ho. Mujhe aapka nanga land dikhaao.” [Saab. You’re so great. Can I see your naked cock?]
I wanted Prem to open all my clothes and put his entire cock and satisfy my body. Not only that, I wanted him to provide me financial security. So I can someday walk away from Bala. I wanted Prem to hold both my tits and suck them together. I wanted him to feeeeel my soft ass and play with my pussy lips. It was happening.
” Haasini. Tu meri second wife hai. Tujhe main apna land ka maza aisa dunga ke tu apne pati ko bhool jayegi. Maine teri chuchiyon ko kitne dino se choomna chahta hoon. Tere is gaand ko zore zore se marna chahta hoon. Bus aaj ke din ka intezar tha.” [ Haasini, you’re my second wife. I’ll screw you in such a way that you will forget your husband. I want to kiss your boobs. I want to fuck your ass. I was waiting for a day like this.]
My whole fantasies were coming true. I wanted a thick hot cock in my pussy for several years. I have fucked with two guys before being married to Bala. I’ll share them sometime later. Prem carried me in his arms to the bedroom. He made me spread out a white bed sheet. While I was on the job, he was stroking his monster from outside his lungi. His eyes were glued on my sexy waist and my pinhole navel.
Once I had made the bed, he said, ” kabhi bhi sex karne ke pehle mahaul banana chahiye. Thodi khushbu, thodi safaai, thode phool hone chahiye. Tum ek jawan aur khubsurat ladki ho. Tumhare ye gol gol ang aur bhi mast lag raha hai. Ab main tumhe apne chamatkari land ka darshan dunga. Tum darna mat. Ye dikhne me sakth hai, lekin andar dal ke tumhe bahut zor zor se tumhare chooth ko maza dega.”
[you must always make a sexy air around your bedroom, specially before sex. There must be beautiful fragrance, clean bed, nice flowers. You are a fuckin lay. Your sexy body looks very nice. Now you will get to see my magic cock. don’t be afraid. It looks hard, but when it is inside your pussy, it will pound you well and give you lots of pleasure.”]
“Saab. Aap kya aise hi roze sex karte ho?” I didn’t wait for him to answer. I leapt up on him and gave him a tight smooch. My hands held his head tightly and I sucked and sucked his lower lip till I tasted blood. He saw the blood and said, ‘main tumhe chodunga nahin.” He pulled away the string of my petticoat and felt my soft thighs.
“aise purely waxed tange maine aaj tak nahin dekhi. Tum badi chaloo cheeze ho. Tumhara pati tumhe chod chod ke thak jata hoga. Main nahin thakunga.”[I’ve never seen such clean legs till today. Your husband may get tired of fucking you. I will not.} He removed my panties and saw an even clean shaven pussy. His fingers started moving around my opening pussy lips.
He came on top of me and kissed me on my lips. His fingers didn’t leave my pussy. In fact the middle finger found its way deep inside. His lips went down my blouse and he moved his chin around my big boobs. My cunt was wet and oozing out nice feelings. I felt so nice. I wanted my man to savor as much pleasure in screwing me.
I put my hands on his back and said, ‘Prem. Aap mujhe bahut ache lagte ho. Aapka lund bahot garam hai. Meri chooth ki pyas bhuja do. Main tumhare liye kuch bhi karungi. Mere pati, ooh mere prem. Main prem kie diwani hoon. Choose lo mere har ang ke ras ko.”
His hands tore away my pink blouse and my lacy new bra was seen. My hands went up to cover my breast. He caught hold of my right hand and put it above my head. His lips went on my right boob and he kissed away in pleasure. All the while, his cock was on my left thigh. I told him, “fuck me Prem. Fuck me. Fuck me, my Prem. My tits want to come out of my bra.let me remove my bra. You may tear it.”
He loosened his grip. I got up and removed my torn blouse. He saw me in bra and again roughly pushed his way to pull away the bra strap. My big lovely boobs were free. And they were never so taut. How nice it felt. My Prem will suck them and suck them hard. I didn’t mind if he bit them also. I love such things. I felt so wet down there.
He said, “roz main tumhe panch hazar dunga. Abhi che din tak Seema bahar hogi. Tum meri har kami poori karogi. Tumhare boobs bahut mazedar hain. Tumhara doodh bahut acha hai. Main tumhe roz chodunga. Tum apne pati ko is badan ko choone nahin dena. Ye sirf mera hai. Aao main apne land ko tumhari chooth me dalna chahta hoon.” The moment I had waited for.
He lifted my legs up and ran his hands on my pussy. It was already swelling for pleasure. I yelled, “Prem. Mere boobs ko suck karte rehna. Mere chooth ke andar tumhara land poori tarha jana chahiye. Meri naabhi ko bhi kiss karo.” He came close to my opening and inserted his big hot cock. My pussy was paining. I told myself that my revenge with Bala is done.
I’m screwing around just like him. But my pleasure was thousand times more. As he pounded and stroked and stroked harder, I felt so much warmth. I put my arms around his shoulder and hugged him. His lips came on my boobs and sucked. He bit me. I felt nice. His other hand was stroking my ass. His lips and tongue were sucking my boobs.
His strokes continued for about fifteen minutes. I was enjoyuing. This was what I waited for. And along with it Prem promised me Rs.5000 for every session he could have with me. For the next six days, I was his sex toy. He fucked me in many positions.
Except my condition was I would not lick his cock. That’s nasty. I won’t do it even if I’m offered a lac of rupees. Anyway, he took all the pleasures of my body. He screwed me about eight times on the sixth day. Maybe there wouldn’t be a tomorrow for our sex again!