Hii this is fahad from mumbai , first let me tel u tat i am 21 nw in my final years
of my diploma courses, i am average in health n 6.1 tall . It so happened when one
day i was leaving for my classes i saw a girl abt 19 to 20 yrs of age , 4 a monent i
taught she must be sum of ma cousin n i went , wen i returned she waz still there in
d house , i came to know tat she waz my servant , man she waz so hot , whitish
foreigner like colour ,wit a hot round exellently shaped boobs ,n ass waz as hot as
a pornstar , man those nights i masturbated twice thinking of her , then one day i
went to my kitchen to take a bottle of water n saw her eatin her dinner , as time
passed we slowly started to talk like i use to order her to bring a glass of water
etc etc n started teasing her slowly ,
Hii this is fahad from mumbai , first let me tel u tat i am 21 nw in my final years
My family had recently relocated from a small village to a metropolitan city, where we were living in a small bungalow. My family’s more or less average in size, consisting of my father, mother, two brothers, a sister, and myself. We had this one old maid that helped out with the household chores, but when she got married and moved away, my mother needed to hire new help. I was what you’d call a typical, horny teenager in the traditional sense, and growing up, anything could really get my blood pumping. Shortly after our old maid moved away, my mother brought a new girl to help out with the daily work. Her name was Noor Jehan but we called her, “Noori.” Noori was a little on the plump side, and her dark skin depicted her as a typical villager woman. My mother told me that Noori’s husband had passed away the previous year and that she was trying hard to support her children. The first time I got a look at Noori, I about guessed her to be in her mid thirties. Every time I ran into her, she looked more or less the same, with her black hair characteristically worn in a ponytail.
Hi to all readers of Indian Sex Stories. I am Jairaj from Kerala, now working in Calcutta. I am 43 years old, but energetic, enthusiastic and very young at heart. As good luck had always smiled on me because of my charismatic nature, I had a stream of relationships with girls and ladies in my life which I would like to share with you.
Let me tell you my experience with a young South Indian nurse in a nursing home at Kolkata.
Once, a friend of mine had to be taken to a doctor, about 40 KM away in the outskirts of the city around 11.00 PM due to continuous vomiting and loose-motion due to food-poisoning. After examining him, the doctor, as usual and expected, advised him to be admitted to a nearby nursing home. It was a C-grade nursing home (but the best available in the locality). The nursing home was two-storied. The ground-floor provided accommodation for male and female patients in groups as in dormitories. The first floor had separate rooms with attached toilets on rental at higher rates. My friend was a miser and he wanted to be put up in a dormitory. But we insisted and put him in a separate room. Luckily he got the room at the end of the corridor getting fresh air and view outside through the window.
we are a happily married couple in new delhi. I am Amit Bhasin 27yrs fair tall 5’10 inch with an average built up doing business in delhi. I have a boy of 8 months. We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we had told Anita, our babysitter, not to expect us until after midnight.
And obviously, she did not expect us–at least, not right then. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, she didn’t hear us at all. In fact, neither of them did. Not she or her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
Simran hesitated just for an instant before pulling her panty down and stepping out of it fully nude. She was still in her dressing room. She had read about the benefits of massage in a number of newspapers and journals but could perhaps never muster the courage to go to a parlour. All sorts of doubts would appear to cloud her mind. How could she strip fully before complete strangers! And if the masseuse turned out to be a man! God! She would certainly die due to sheer embarrassment. And if she insisted on having a lady to do the job, perhaps the parlour owners would smirk at her prudishness.
However when her maid servant Lakshmi had once mentioned that she too had lived in Kerala and had picked up that art, Simran decided that the time had come to indulge in what she had been wanting to do for so long. For the lady to be seen nude by a maid servant was, well, natural. The only thing was the initial hesitation because till now Simran had only been topless in front of Lakshmi and that too only once. The admiration that was reflected in Lakshmi’s eyes at that time was not lost on Simran. So when she broached the topic of getting herself massaged by Lakshmi, her response was more than enthusiastic.
“Anita” , “What is it?”. “Where have you kept my tie. I just can’t find it anywhere”. “It’s inside the wardrobe. ”
Amit always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married ten years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast… it went on and on until Amit left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.
Anita either slept nude or in a panty and that is why she made it a point to get up before the children. She had been asleep when the doorbell rang. She asked Amit to open the door but he was too sleepy. She tiptoed on her bare feet and peeped through the key hole. It was the maid Lakshmi. Anita opened to door. Lakshmi had had seen her nude off and on and so there was no problem in letting her see the breasts once again. Once in a while they had also discussed the lovemaking aspects of weddings. Lakshmi went to the kitchen and Anita saw that one of her anklets was missing. That is what happened when Amit made violent love. Before going to the kitchen she pulled on a knee length nightie and went to the kitchen.
I am Ketan 30 from surat in India.At the time when this happened I was divorcee and single parent. One of my friend’s sister was taking care of my son when I was at job. It was lucky Jigna was failed in her 2nd year at the college. She had turned 19 and had nothing to do at that times so she agreed to babysitting my son. I was 27 at that time.
It was late when I opened the door to my home. I phoned Jigna to tell her I would be late. She had been great, said she’d stay the night if I needed as she also stays in next building in our society.
I heard the TV in the bed room, pulled my shirt off and made my way towards the sound.
Jigna lay on the couch, asleep, her body splayed, her skirt pushed up, exposing her young thighs.
She was such a lovely girl, smooth white skin, Dark brown hair, small firm breasts. She wore a top and skirt, I moved closer, seeing her little Cream panties peeking out. God, I need her, fuck I was going to have her one way or another. My cock was rock hard, I stoked it though my jeans as I looked down at her sex filled body.
I went over to her, sat on the edge of the couch and slid my hand down over her body, over her breasts, palming them, feeling the nipples harden, her body stirring as I moved over her bare mid-drift.
stay at rajasthan, which is distant suburb of the city and I am 26 years of age
working for a financial firm in the city. We never had a problem getting maid
servants for household work since there were many of them in this place. So much so,
that there was competition and quite a few of the women were left without work.
Two years ago when I moved in, I spread the word that a servant was required at my
house, I got many ladies who were interested in coming and working. I was clear on
one thing, that this female had to be working for me only. When I made this clear
there were 3 servants left amongst the crowd that had applied, two of them were
around 60. I chose one of them who looked sly enough and made the terms and
conditions clear. I told her that she would have to be residing in the house and
would have to take care of the house and its duties.
Initially, there was reluctance but later on she agreed when I offered a decent sum
of money. Sheetal was short, dark brown in color, but had long hair upto the waist
and decent sized boobs. She had pouted lips and was not married and aged around 24
years at that time. She was staying with her uncle’s family and her aunt treated
her very badly, which resulted in her accepting this position.