Hello everyone. My name is Rajesh. Today I am going to tell you my story when I was in Pune for a job.
I had been in Pune for a long time. Since I was not married, I used to live alone in my room. My routine was to have lunch in the office canteen and cook dinner myself. But one of my big problems was that I could not cook properly. So there was always too much salt in the food or something. This had become a daily occurrence. So my dinner was a big problem. Many times I used to go to bed hungry. So I was tired of this.
Now my salary had also increased. So one day I decided that I would stop cooking my own food and hire a maid. Who would cook dinner for me and also keep my room clean. Accordingly, I gave an advertisement in the paper.
Soon I started getting a lot of calls. I told some people not to come on the phone and some I called to meet in person. But I had not yet met a single maid who would fill my heart. Some were very old, some could not cook properly, and some had very high salary expectations. So my troubles continued.
That day was Sunday and I got a call from a maid. Since I was at home, I called her to meet her. Her name was Seema. She lived somewhere nearby. She must have been around 30-35 years old. We had a basic chat. I told her my expectations and she told hers. We agreed and I told her to come to work immediately. Accordingly, she started coming to work every day now.
Seema was pale in appearance. She was originally from a village. So her figure was very strong. She used to wear a nine-way saree. And that made her waist look even more prominent. Seema was also very slow to speak. Since I also originally came from a village, she was very displeased with me. She used to call me Saheb. There was not much distance between me and her. But in the end I used to pay her. She also used to cook very good food.
“Seema, don’t you get bored working in so many places?” I asked her one day.
“Saheb, it’s a stomach issue and my husband doesn’t work.
I only drink alcohol all day. Then how will the house run?” I was listening.
“Saheb, it’s good that you are alone. Otherwise, I have no happiness since I got married.” She started working on her and I started working on mine.
Slowly I started feeling attracted to Seema. I often took leave and started staying at home to talk to her. One day I was at home. I was joking with Seema. She was wiping a lot and I was sitting on the bed….. looking at her. Seema was talking to me while wiping a lot. Since she was wearing a 9-yard saree, her polka dots were also small. While working, her skirt was going down. And she was going up and down. It was causing her problems. When her skirt came down, I could see her plump, round breasts. It was time to open my eyes after seeing those fleshy balls. My stick was starting to move.
I started to remove her jowls. “Seema, how stupid must your husband be?”
“Why, sir?” she said.
I said, “Oh, look. If he is drunk with a woman like you, he must be stupid, right?”
“Like me, what do you mean?” she said.
Oh, you work so much, you take care of the house, you look good, you cook delicious food. What more do you want?” I said.
She got embarrassed and said, “Saheb, to tell you the truth, no one has ever said such affectionate words to me. On the contrary, my husband always taunts me about my appearance.”
“Oh, monkey, do you know the taste of ginger?” I said and she got very embarrassed and smiled.
As soon as she was very tired, she went inside the kitchen to cook food. I was sitting outside. I was looking at her from behind. Her buttocks looked like a football through the saree tied tightly from behind. With her shadowy back and big neck blouse, she looked sexy from behind too. I was just sitting there staring.
“Saheb, what shall we make for dinner today?” she asked. I told her to make anything.
She asked me, “What, sir, don’t you know how to cook food?”
I said from outside, “No, right? Otherwise, why would you have hired me and who would teach me anyway?”
“What’s the point?
I’ll teach you if you can,” she said.
I said, “Why not. On the contrary, you cook so many delicious dishes. I would like to learn from you.”
“Come in,” she invited me.
I immediately went inside. She started teaching me how to chop vegetables. I went near her and stood there. My hand was rubbing against her long cane. But she didn’t say anything. But I was starting to enjoy it a lot. Seeing that I couldn’t do anything, she said, “Sir, do something. I am chopping vegetables. You can hold my hand from above so that you will notice.” I immediately got ready.
As soon as I touched her hand, my cane started to squirm. I realized what he wanted. I told her, “Seema, your hand is so soft.” She was embarrassed. She didn't say anything. While chopping the vegetables, my elbows were touching her breasts. But even then, seeing that she was not saying anything, I gained courage. I slowly and stealthily started tilting my elbows so that I could touch her breasts more. She had noticed this because she had given me a loving look.
“Let's make chapatis now” she said. And she told me to start kneading the dough. She took flour in a bowl and started telling me how to knead it. She put her hand in the dough and asked me to pour water on top. Her hands were completely covered with flour and while kneading the dough, her breasts moving up and down were hurting me terribly. My full attention was on the slit visible through her blouse. And in that haze, I accidentally poured water on her body.
“Oh sir, what have you done. You poured water on me” she said.
“Sorry, sorry. "It was a mistake," I said.
"Don't say sorry, do something. Look how wet I am. My hand is covered in flour, I can't do anything," she said.
I took out my handkerchief and started wiping the water that fell on her chest. My hand, which was kept aside on her chest, started to cut.
“Hey, wipe it properly. Let me take the handkerchief after absorbing the water,” she said.
I now dared and started moving the handkerchief all over her chest. Her breasts were very round. It was difficult for me to recover now. Since the handkerchief in my hand was wet, I threw it aside. She had left all the other clothes to be soaked.
So I said, “Seema, I will drain the water with my own hands,” she agreed.
Now I had received the signal. I started pressing her breasts slowly. She was standing like that. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and her soft, fleshy balls came out. Without thinking about anything, I pressed them. “Sir, slowly,” she said. But I couldn’t hear anything. Within a minute, I took her breasts in my mouth and started biting them. She put her plump hands on my body and hugged me.
Holding her in my arms, I dragged her to the bed. I removed her saree and made her naked in a moment. The dark-colored border looked just as hard inside. I slid my fingers into her vagina and put my mouth in her mouth. I didn't even realize when she took off my clothes. My dick had grown very big. I asked her to take my dick in her mouth. She immediately took my dick in her mouth. She started sucking my dick with full force. Today I was seeing what a villager's cock is like.
Her vagina was completely wet and I was now ready to insert my dick into it. Since I had a special admiration for her ass, I asked her to sit on her knees. I inserted my dick into her vagina from behind and started giving her thrusts. I was pressing her breasts in my hands from behind and moving my tongue over her back. My dick had got what it wanted, so it was giving continuous thrusts without getting tired. Finally, after a long time, my moment came and I released my semen from behind into her vagina.
From that day on, Seema started getting a salary from me and also physical comforts. I got good food and food from my own stick whenever I wanted.
