Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Was your little nunu excited, baba," She remarked, wrapping her fingers around my hardness, "When you gave me a little kissipoo? Do you get all hot and horny when I ask you to give me a little chummah -- a kiss?"

"Er ... choto bua..." I couldn't help but stammer, as Rubina continued to stroke me. She had a wicked grin on her face. "You are a very beautiful woman."

"You get excited by just giving me a kiss, even after I have comprehensively spanked and humiliated you." She said.

"Er ... yes, amar adorer choto bua. I am sorry, I am such a loser."

"That you are."

Rubina continued to cruelly rub her fingers against my hardening penis.

"I am going to miss this little nunu." She said, tapping my hardness. "I am going to get married soon, and I will be going away."

"Oh." I said. I mean, I knew about this from overhearing the maids earlier, but I had to pretend this was new news. "Congratulations on your marriage being fixed, my beautiful choto bua! I will also miss you."

"Tell me something, Tarek." Rubina said. "If you had a choice of fucking me with this little nunu of yours, or your Rashida bua, who would you choose to fuck?"

There was no right answer to this. Rubina had a malicious smile on her lips as she mercilessly stroked my rock cock. I decided to tell the truth.

"You are very sexy, choto bua." I said. "Even thinking about you makes me go hard. Yet ... you know how much I love Rashida bua. I am in love with her. I would do anything for her. And ... um ... to her. I would love to fuck you, choto bua, but if given the choice between you and her, I would want to fuck her first, my choto bua ..."

My voice trailed off.

Rubina stopped stroking me, and looked up at my eyes. She then smiled.

"You are telling the truth, Tarek." She said. "Even though you know Rashida apa does not love you the same way you love her."

I cast my eyes downward.

"Yes, choto bua. I know."

"The reason she is sad," Rubina decided to answer my question. "It's very simple. It's her birthday. She is now thirty-seven years old. Or is it thirty eight? Anyways -- she is single, and lonely. There is no one in her life. She has spent her youth working as a maid servant, and she is probably going to die an old lady with no one to love. That is on her mind. This is why she is sad. Besides, even though I know she is happy for me, the news that I might be getting married soon might also be making her sadder because she is thinking about her own loneliness, you know what I mean?"

I exhaled, and then nodded.

"I guess so, my beautiful choto bua. I understand now." I replied. "But she shouldn't think she is lonely, and that no one will love her. I love her. I want to be with her. I can give her company. I can make her happy ..."

"You..." Rubina snorted derisively. "You don't count, Tarek."

I looked downwards again, crestfallen.

Rubina's hands then once more went towards my genitals. This time she wrapped her hands around my testicles. I stiffened as she tightened her grip.

"How are your balls, baba?"

"I ... I ..." I didn't know what to say.

"I was just seeing if they are real." Rubina laughed as she rubbed them. "When I was slapping you earlier, just half an hour ago, I could swear they were missing."

I didn't know what to reply, so I just stood there silently as she rubbed the base of my scrotum.

"Did you think you deserved those slaps, baba?" Rubina grinned and asked me, her fingers kneading my testicles.

"Er ... I ... I ... I don't know, amar priyo choto bua."

"I mean, all you did, baba, was flirt with a young lady. Yet, Tarek, for that, your maid servants decided to punish you. And you never protested at that decision, baba."

"Your wishes are my command, choto bua. I ... I guess I deserved those slaps."

"Then, baba." Rubina flicked a finger and sent a sharp jolt of pain through my nuts, "You probably did deserve those slaps. A loser like you has no right to flirt with a girl like Zarine."

"Er ... yes, of course, choto bua."

"Or even THINK of a woman like Rashida apa."

"Er ... yes, of course, choto bua."

Rubina let go of my nuts. She had had enough of me.

"Baba." She waved her hands. "Please put on your clothes. I don't want to see your little nunu. Infact I don't want to see you for some time. Your punishment is over. Wear your fucking clothes and get the fuck out of my room, you fucking piece of hagoo (shit)."

"Yes, choto bua. At once, choto bua."

* * *

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It was 2 in the afternoon. My buttocks were still stinging, despite more than three hours having elapsed since Rubina had thrashed me. Every time Rubina had a free hand to punish me, I knew my pasa was going to pay for it. I resolved not to flirt with Zarine again. At least not in the near future.

I had just finished some of my studies. My final exams were soon to take place, in a month, and then I would be done university and my undergrad. It was almost hard to believe. My thoughts turned to Rashida. Something gnawed at me -- I wanted to help her, but how?

Suddenly things started to happen.

I got a phone call, and had to fetch Mummy.

My khala -- my aunt, her sister -- had just had a tiny car accident. Everything was fine, but my mother decided to pay her a visit. She told me to stay home and finish my studies.

My khala lived on the other side of the city, so it would be some time, perhaps night, before she returned. Maybe she would stay over there, as she sometimes did. My dad was of course in Bangkok and would be returning in a couple of days.

Suddenly I realized I was home alone with the two maids.

I had watched as Rashida had gone about her house tasks. She still had that sad look on her face, and she didn't say much. Even my gift hadn't really cheered her up as much as I had expected it to. Rubina didn't say anything much to her also, but merely went on the housework as well. When my father would return, there was going to be a big party at our place, so there was some housework to do.

My thoughts turned back to Rashida and her birthday.

I had been a slave to my housemaid Rashida (and Rubina) for over five years now. Every year I slavishly and religiously celebrated her birthday, but I couldn't remember a birthday where she had been in so much depression. I wondered how I could help her out of it. Usually spanking or punishing me, or using me as a toilet managed to put her in a good mood, but I had already been punished last night by her and this morning by Rubina, so I didn't know how much more caning my buttocks could take. Still, I considered going down to the kitchen and presenting myself to her. That should cheer her up.

Suddenly the telephone rang. It was my mother.

"Hi baby." She told me. "Looks like your khala has hurt her shoulder in the accident. It's not serious, but I will be spending the night here. I will be returning tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Mummy."

Once I ended the phone conversation, a small plan began to emerge in my head. I fleshed it out, and then sucked in my breath. This would require guts. I then went down towards the maids' bedrooms. I knew both were taking a rest in the afternoon, and I hoped Rashida wasn't sleeping.

Rashida was reading in bed when I had knocked on the door. I could see her as the door was ajar.

"Come in," She replied, when she saw me knocking. I entered her room.

"It's not a Monday night." Rashida told me, with a slight smile. "What are you doing here, baba? It's not time for me to spank and punish you."

I told her about my mother not coming home this evening, and a few other things Mummy wanted me to relate to her. Rashida listened to all of them and nodded. Then she cast a curious eye at me as I stood there.

"Baba. Was there anything else?"

"Bua." I gulped and swallowed my humiliation. "It is your birthday. And you deserve to be happy and smiling on your birthday."

Rashida kept a steely eye on me.

"And how do you, Tarek, propose to make your maid servant happy ... and smile?"

"Bua." I swallowed again, and continued, "I would like to take you out this evening on a date. A proper date at a nice restaurant that you like. And afterwards, bua, I would like to take you for a walk by Outram Ghat. It's a nice balmy evening, I am sure you will love it. And then ..."

"And then?"

"And then, bua," I gulped and continued, "When we are back home, I would like to offer myself to you for the night, bua. You can spank me, cane me, do whatever you want, bua. I will be at your service all night."

"ALL night?"

"Er ... yes, bua. ALL night."

"Hmm."

For some time Rashida didn't speak. I wondered if I had crossed my limits. Then suddenly she nodded.

"China Cottage, Quest Mall." She said, naming her favourite restaurant. "Try to see if you can get dinner reservation at 7 pm, Tarek. And then you can take me in a taxi there. And treat me properly like a real date. Not just your maid whom you are having mercy on."

"Er ... YES bua! OF course, bua! I will treat you like the best ..."

"Shh," Rashida shushed me. "And also, do remember, YOU submitted yourself to ME tonight. Do you know exactly just what I am going to do to you?"

I gulped. Again.

"Er ... no, bua, but I think I have an idea."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"It's been a while that I think you haven't been given a thorough punishment, baba. Yes, from time to time we spank you. We use the cane on you. Last night, for example, I punished you. And this morning, you got a proper whooping from Rubina. But these punishments are a result of your infractions. My question is, why should you even give us a reason to discipline you?"

"I am sorry, bua..."

"Sssh!" Rashida now walked up and stood directly in front of me. "You have been my slave for the last five years! You should be thoroughly trained by now! And yet ..."

Her hand went up and grabbed an ear. I felt the distinct tug as she pinched the lobe of my ear, and then twisted it.

"From now on," Rashida told me, "I will expect higher standards from you. I will tell you something just once. If I have to tell you more than once, you're getting a slap! Or even a spanking if I feel like it. Do you understand?"

It was hard for me to nod as she firmly held me by the ear, but I made an attempt anyways.

"Yes, bua. Of course, bua."

"Tonight, I am going to make sure you understand that. I will spank you very hard, tonight, baba. And you know what? You deserve every single smack, baba, and when my hand is too sore to go on, you're going to fetch me my cane and bend over a chair. And even then I won't be finished. After that you are going to give me that favourite hand brush of mine. And then you will be over my knee as I whack you with my chappal! Both of them! When I am done punishing you ... ALL NIGHT ... you are going to have a very, very sore buttock, that will be very, very, very red!"

Rashida let go of my ear and raised her hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

"Now off you go, baba. And make preparations for our date."

"Yes, bua."

I left her room. Chastised, but also giddy.

I have a date! I HAVE A DATE!

I.

Have.

A.

Date.

With my love.

My bua!

My sexy bua!

My big bua with the big buttocks and the big breasts!

My lovely, dominant bua!

MY LOVE!

* * *

It was 6ish in the evening, and I was changing. I was actually admiring myself in the mirror. Hard work at the gym was paying off and I loved what I was seeing.

Suddenly my day dreaming was broken by a sharp knock on the door of my bedroom. The knock was quickly followed by the door handle turning, and then the door was pushed open. It was Rashida.

"Baba, I need-" She was going to say something, but stopped when she saw me, fully nude, standing in front of the mirror. Her eyes narrowed.

"Baba." She asked. "Why are you naked?"

"B-b-bua." I stammered. "I was just getting ready, and about to change. We ... we ... we have a date, remember? In an hour? China Cottage -- I got the reservations, as I had told you."

"Hmm." Rashida beckoned at me with a curled finger. "Come with me. I need you to help get me ready. I need to go to the toilet."

"Er ... toilet?"

"Of course." Rashida harrumphed. "What are you ... short of hearing?"

She was not in a good mood. Yet.

"Er ... yes, of course, bua." I answered. "Should I put on my underwear, at least?"

Rashida walked up to me, calmly raised her hand and caught hold of my left ear in a vice grip. Her fingers pressed hard against my ear lobe.

"Baba. Baba." My buxom maid servant shook her head, as she twisted my ear. "How many times must you be this stupid?"

"Oww ... owww ... I am sorry, bua." I faltered and apologized, as Rashida pulled at my ear hard. "I wasn't thinking."

Rashida let go of my ear, and then raised her hand again. Knowing what was to happen, I presented my right cheek to her.

SLAP!

Rashida raised her hand and calmly slapped me, and with the back of her hand slapped me again on the other cheek.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Rashida's six slaps were tight, fast and left my cheeks stinging.

"Ok, come with me." My maid servant commanded, turning around and starting to head out of the room.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My eyes followed the contour of her big back as she turned around. Her sari's pallu was to one side, and I could see a little bit of her back from the low cut angle of her blouse, followed by her big naked bare waist, before the petticoat and sari covered her big, bubbling buttocks. My cock stirred to life as I watched the sari dive in the cleft between her butt cheeks. As she started to walk, one ass cheek went up, while the other went down. With a sigh, a sigh of unremitted love, I started to follow her.

I walked behind her, following her, butt naked, all the way from my room through the house and on to the servants' quarters. I had done this "walk of shame" naked many times before, sometimes with Rashida dragging me by the ear, or sometimes Rubina even holding my turgid penis and leading me. Often it was late at night when everyone else was in bed. Now, since it was early evening, but thank goodness no one else other than her and Rubina was in the house.

Rubina was in the hallway, and she saw me, walking abjectly behind Rashida, naked, following my maid servant like a slave, and she gave a little smirk. As I walked past Rubina, my diminutive maid servant grabbed my buttocks and gave my buns a jiggle and a squeeze, before letting go.

"Have fun being your maid's toilet, baba." Rubina told me, before letting me go.

I followed Rashida into the maids' washroom. It had been recently renovated by my dad, so boasted tiles and a modern finish. Once we were both inside, Rashida turned, closed and locked the door.

"Sit on the commode, baba." She ordered. "And pee."

"Er ... yes, bua."

I sat down on the commode as my maid servant continued to look on. Parting my legs slightly, I pushed my penis down, and started to pee. Within moments, the golden stream hit the commode. Rashida watched, a small smile at the corner of her lips, as I urinated unabashed in front of her. I had a full bladder, and the urine continued to stream down, making a noise, all the while emphasizing my indignity and lowly status.

When I was done, I cleaned myself with water from the lota and some tissue paper, flushed, and then stood and cleaned myself at the basin. As I stood there, I felt Rashida's hands on my bum.

"Bend over." Rashida instructed me.

"Yes, bua." I complied.

"I can see Rubina has spanked you nicely in the morning." Rashida exclaimed, examining my bottom. "I can see the marks on your pasa. Tell me what she did to you."

It was extremely embarrassing to remain bent over in this humiliating position and recount how my younger maid servant had punished me, but I had to do it, and did it, even as Rashida constantly patted and caressed my buttocks during that time. By the time I had finished recounting, I was ashamed to realize I was sporting a small boner.

"Good." Rashida's hands moved forward and she played with my hardness for a bit. When I was rock hard, she let go of me and pointed to the standing shower area.

"Go and kneel down on the tiles, baba." She ordered. "You are going to be my toilet."

"Yes, bua." I knew what she had in mind. I went to the standing shower area, and knelt down on the cold, mosaic floor. I was facing the door and could see Rashida.

She started to strip. I just watched, my eyes rapt in attention.

No matter how many times I had seen my goddess Rashida in the nude, it was still a sight to savor and a moment to treasure. She first took off the sari, rolled it into a pile and then hung it from a hook on the door. The sight of her, dressed in only a blouse and petticoat, with her full big waist and her deep navel on her jiggling belly on display, was mesmerizing.

Rashida then started to unbutton her blouse, and then took it off. Her gigantic boobs, now barely held in place by a small bra, struggled to be free. She reached onto her back, unclipped the bra, and then flung it on another hook on the door. Her gargantuan melons, now free of any constraints, burst out free.

Oh, how pendulously her breasts swung! Firm, bouncy, big, erect, seemingly full of milk -- such vibrant breasts! Rashida saw my looking and gave another smile, and then reached down to untie the knot that held her petticoat together. Pretty soon, she was fully nude, in all her glory. Like many lower class working Indian women, she didn't shave often, so I could see a bush covering both her pubic area and her arm pits. Lovely, fluffy bush. Oh naked Rashida! How often do I dream of thee!

My lovely naked Rashdia got into the standing shower area with me. I was kneeling on the floor, looking up at her. She placed a leg on either side of me. I was now directly looking up at her lower genitalia.

"You ready to be my toilet, baba?" Rashida asked.

"Yes, bua."

Rashida lowered one hand. With two fingers separating the lips of her pussy, my maid servant began to pee. Wordlessly, obediently, slavishly, I opened my mouth as her yellow stream splashed on my face, taking in big gulps of her urine. My body was wet with her yellow fluid as she directed the stream over my head, wetting my hair, and then on my face, into my mouth. I continued to take in each glob of her pee as her gush gently slowed down to a trickle, and then a splatter of a few drops.

When she was done, Rashida grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. There was a strong sharp smell on her legs and the bathroom floor where I was kneeling, now drenched with her piss. I leaned forward and began to clean her dirty pussy with my tongue.

"Mmmmm." Rashida mumbled, as my tongue found its mark. Again and again I lashed out at her clit, quickly bringing her to an orgasm as I licked her clit, just like I had done many times before.

* * *

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The waiter took us to a private booth. In my call to the restaurant, I had asked them to reserve a particular booth. Usually these were asked by guys when wooing their romantic interests, so perhaps the waiter was a little bit surprised, but I was a regular here and they probably thought I was here with my aunt. Once we were seated, he gave us the menus.

"We have an appetizer on special today, Sir." He told me. "Chicken corn soup. It's really good."

"Bring two, please." I said. I knew Rashida liked that soup -- whenever we got Chinese food to go, my mother would get that soup for her. "And leave the menus here, we will decide and then call you."

"Yes, Sir." He left. I turned to look at Rashida.

She was looking beautiful. She had taken off her coat and placed the shawl on the empty space on the booth next to her. I saw that she was dressed in a nice banarasi sari, probably one gifted to her by my mom last Eid. Her long hair was carefully done, combed straight, and fell down on either side of her face, touching her puffy cheeks. Her blouse was a little low cut, giving a hint of the lovely and large secrets it hid, while being classy enough, and she was wearing the necklace I had given her. Rashida didn't like makeup much -- and as a lower class woman she didn't have access to much, but I noticed she had used some minimal powder and a nice shade of lipstick, along with some kajal for her eyes. She looked ... what was the word ... radiant. She looked simply radiant.

"What are you looking at?" My maid servant -- the love of my life -- had caught me looking, and asked me with a smile.

"You, bua." I could not help but gush. "You look so pretty, bua. So beautiful. I am sure if you compare yourself to any of the ladies in this restaurant, you would be the most beautiful one."

Rashida smiled again.

"You are such an idiot, baba." She said. "You are just infatuated with me, and that's your little nunu talking. I am an old, fat, lower class servant lady."

"No, bua, you are not. Yes, I do love you, but really you are so pretty. So beautiful. So ... sexy."

Rashida grinned.

"Sexy? Tell me, baba, what's on your mind. What would you do to me if you could? When you masturbate to thoughts of me, what do you think?"

"Oh, bua." I blushed and looked down. "I can't tell you that!"

"Oh, do tell." Rashida encouraged me. "I promise not to punish you. After all, I am asking you. Let's say we are alone in my room, and I tell you that you can do whatever you want to do with me. To me. What would you do?"

Oh, what the hell, I thought. Let me go for it.

"Bua." I began. "I would begin by hugging you so tightly. My arms wrapped around your beautiful waist, my fingers resting on your bare skin. I would kiss your beautiful cheeks, bua. You lovely, chubby, fleshy cheeks. Then I would ..."

I stopped. I didn't want to continue, but I saw Rashida had a twinkle in her eye.

"Go on." She said.

"I would then take you to bed, bua." I told her. "I would love to do to you what any man wants to do with his beloved."

"Hmm." Rashida remarked. She couldn't say anything more as the waiter returned with a tray containing our bowls of soup, cutlery and glasses of water.

"Tarek. Order for both of us. You should know what I like." Rashida commanded me. "Let me see if you can."

"Yes, bua." I replied. Even in front of others she was dominating me!

I grabbed the menu and quickly ordered three dishes that we both liked. The waiter nodded and left. Rashida used a spoon and started on her soup.

"So, you call me beloved, eh." She remarked.

"Bua ..." I began to blush again.

"No, no. It's ok." Rashida looked at me. "So, you love me?"

"Of course, bua." I answered. "You know that. I have loved you for a long time. Ever since you first ... started ... to spank me. Bua, I love you with all of my heart."

"But, baba." Rashida decided to put me in my place as she enjoyed her soup. "You know how I treat you. You are my slave. My kutti -- my bitch. I beat you when I want to, slap you, piss on you, cane you, have my fun with you, and send you off when I am done with you. Why do you think of me as your beloved, baba?"

I nearly chocked on my soup, but I knew I had to reply. Part of the great thing about being a submissive was that I could just open up to Rashida without fear. Not only was I naked to her when submitting, but naked to her spiritually and emotionally as well. In true sense of the word, I had no secrets from her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Bua, I know that you can do whatever you want to me. I LOVE you. I submit to you unconditionally, of my own accord. I am your doormat. I am your whipping boy. I know my love for you is one way, but it is what it is. I love you, bua."

"And," Rashida continued to enjoy her soup as she prodded me with her words. "What exactly would you do to me in bed, baba?"

Once again I decided to go for it.

"Bua, I love your big breasts. I would kiss them. Suck on them. Play with them. Jiggle them. Then I would strip you naked and kiss you everywhere, bua. Your big boobs. Your thick lips. Your giant ass. Oh, I would love to kiss your huge ass and your choot -- your cunt. And then ... you know ... I would ... make love to you."

There was a little pause as we both tucked into our soup. Then Rashida looked at me, a twinkle in her eye.

"Is that why you love me, just to take me to bed? And once you are done, you will forget about me? That's lust, Tarek, not love. Is that all I am to you -- a piece of meat to be fucked?"

"No, bua, no!" I vehemently denied it. "My love for you has nothing to do with sex. I LOVE you. Spiritually. And yes, I am attracted to your body. Your lovely, beautiful, big body. I do want to make love to you, bua. I cannot deny that. Every day I dream of fucking you. Whenever I masturbate, bua, it is to thoughts of you. But even more than that, I love you for what you are. And what you mean to me. And ... um ... what you do to me."

We had to stop talking as the waiter came to clear our soup bowls and then bring the main entrees. The good thing about a Chinese restaurant was the fast service. As we began to take the food onto our plates and tuck in, Rashida spoke.

"Baba, I never told you about how I came to be in the service of your family, did I?"

"Er ... I don't think so, bua."

"I was nineteen ... or twenty ... don't remember exactly ... when I started to work for your mother." Rashida recalled. "You were merely a toddler of three years of age then. Or two ... it's slipping my mind."

I remained silent and quietly ate some chilli chicken. Rashida meanwhile was tucking into some of the Hakka chow mein with relish. Then she continued her story.

"My father was an abusive man. He was a day labourer back in the village, working on the farms and other projects in and around our village. After the day's work, he would go with his ***** friends and drink bhaang, even though it is haram, and get drunk. And then come home and take it out on my poor mother."

"Take. It. Out." I repeated. "What do you mean, Rashida? Would he ... um ... beat your mom?"

"My poor mom!" Rashida reminisced for a bit. "Her name is Dania, and she's one of the sweetest Bengali women you could imagine. Smooth, milky fair skin, almost like a Kashmiri girl, long hair, and sharp, prominent features. Even now, she's pushing seventy, but she looks no older than fifty. Sometimes, due to my ... er ... being fat, I look as old as her -- people often mistake us for sisters when we are together. Of course she has trouble walking a lot now, so there is that, but boy at one time she was a spunky young woman! And yet how cruelly my father treated her!"

"Er ... what exactly did he do, bua?"

Rashida shook her head sadly.

"My father is a big reason I grew up hating ALL men! He would slap my mother on the slightest pretext. He would hit her and beat her mercilessly at times. He was drunk all the time, Tarek. And he was a bastard. Even now my mother's cries sometimes haunt me."

There was a pause as I took in this story, and we continued to eat. Then Rashida picked up her story again.

"When I was eighteen, mother became pregnant again. By this time, my father was older, and couldn't work as much due to his deteriorating health, and he started to gamble as well. I had to drop out of college and help the family, so I began to work as a maid in the rich people's houses in the village. My father was still as cruel as ever, and this is the time I began to actively hate all men, simply because I had him as a role model. And then my employer in one of the houses tried to bang me."

"Oh, no!"

"Oh yes, Tarek. That is our lot as the poor service folk." Rashida said. "The malkin of the house wasn't there -- she had gone out to the market, and the husband tried to press me to go to bed with him. That was his big mistake. At that time, I had been angry at my father because he wasn't paying much attention to his pregnant wife. I was angry at having to drop out of college and work as a maid. I was angry that I had no friends. I was angry about my whole lot in life, and then there was this man trying to grope me. So, I snapped. I took out all my anger on him. I raised my hand and gave him a tight slap. I just let it all out in a violent smack on his cheeks."

There was a pause as we both refilled our plates and ate for some time. Then Rashida picked up her story again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"He was shocked. I guess he never expected that me, a demure young servant girl, would be like this. But I slapped him again. And again. It was some hard slaps that left bright red marks on his cheeks. And he began to apologize, and I began to scold him for groping me. And I slapped him again."

"The next time I had to go to his house, I hesitated, but only for a little while. We really needed the money. This time, once again the malkin was away. But this time, instead of trying to bang me, the man apologized. I stood there, shocked and surprised, as he really, really apologized. And then I slapped him. To my surprise, I liked it. And even bigger surprised -- he liked it!"

"This actually became a sort of regular routine. Whenever I would go to clean his house, and his wife was in the washroom or in another room, this man would come to me, and apologize for his behavior and for having dirty thoughts of me. And I would slap him. And slap him hard. And he seemed to like it more and more -- and you know what? I got extra bakshish, or tips, from him. This was the first time I realized that I could take out my hatred of men on men, in such a way, and actually get paid for it. I didn't realize it then, but this man was my first submissive. And me -- I am a dominating woman at heart. A woman who likes to beat men and punish men for fun. Soon I was spanking him, and then beating him, caning him, and so on."

Once again there was a pause as I took a third helping. I also began to understand a lot of Rashida's background, and a lot of our relationship now was making sense. This is why Rashida was so comfortable when she first started to spank me and slap me and punish me. She had done this to other men before. It came naturally to her. She was a natural dominant.

And this is why Rashida never returned my love. She grew up hating men. ALL men. So in reality, she wasn't rejecting me. She just wasn't interested in any men. So ... was she a lesbian then?

"Bua." I interjected. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure, baba."

"In this time, did you ever have any romantic interest? A boyfriend? A lover?"

"Hmm." Rashida pursed her lips. "I am not a lesbian, if that is what you are thinking."

As usual, Rashida was too smart for me.

"I did have a couple of flings." Rashida continued. "But ... then after my sister Tamanna was born, and my father's health worsened. Before my sister was even six months old, he died. And my mother dutifully cried at his funeral, but all I could feel was more hatred. And that he had left us with a lot of debt and no sustainable future. With my mother forced to stay home to care for my baby sister, there was only one option left for me. I had to go to the big city, to Calcutta, and seek a job there. A maid there would earn much more than a cleaning lady back in the village. And so I came to Calcutta when I was eighteen and half, or just shy of my nineteenth birthday, I think, and soon I was working for your family."

As she finished, there was a pause as I took in her story. It was riveting, listening to her experiences of a harsh life, and I wondered if my own family knew the background of their maid who had been working here for 19 years now. She had started when I was three and she was eighteen (and half, or nineteen ... she didn't remember), and now I was twenty two and she was thirty seven (or thirty eight ... though I think her passport age was thirty seven).

Something else started to click. There was a story here. Another story. A family secret. Something vaguely knocked at the outer layer of my consciousness. I was aware of something, but only on a subconscious level. I wanted to follow that train of thought, that hidden story, but right now I was infatuated with Rashida. And her story.

Soon our dinner was done, so I asked Rashida if she wanted some dessert. I told her the cheesecake here was very good, and she wanted to try it, so I ordered a couple of slices for her and myself.

"Bua," I asked her, as we waited for the dessert to come. "In all these years, why didn't you ever marry? My mother told me countless of times that she tried to arrange one for you but you didn't want to."

There was silence for some time. I wondered if I had asked a deep personal question that I shouldn't have. I was just about to apologize when I saw Rashida smile and nod.

"Baba, I don't marry because I cannot have a child." She stated.

I looked at her, in shock. Rashida was infertile! I never knew!

Was that the family secret? No, that wasn't it. There was something else. Something still gnawed at me.

"Yes." Rashida ruefully nodded. "Once, in my early days in the city, I was crossing the street. I didn't look -- and there was a car coming. Before I knew it, it had hit me, and I was flying through the air. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. And do you know what, it was your father who had brought me to the hospital. Your father was driving right behind the car that hit me, and he had seen the accident. When the driver who hit me fled, your father and your mother took me in their car, and brought me to the nearest hospital. Apollo General."

So that was how Rashida had met my parents! I remembered this now. I had heard the story of the accident before. And something else. Something that was now becoming clear.

"I was there for a few weeks." Rashida recalled. "Your parents paid the bills -- kind souls. When they released me from the hospital, your father gave me a job here at your house. You were a toddler, and your mother needed a maid, and I was a good fit."

"And that accident ..." I mouthed, "That accident made you ..."

"Yes." Rashida nodded. "I cannot ever have a child. So now, whenever there is a marriage proposal, as soon as they find that out, the proposal disappears. Now that I am crossing thirty seven, marriage is probably out of my destiny, sadly."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

So that was why she was sad. Now it all made sense.

Yet, she just spoke of destiny.

Marriage is probably out of my destiny, sadly, she had just said.

No, it isn't bua. It isn't. I am your destiny. I can be, and you don't even know why. I know.

"Bua." I nervously gathered the courage and told her. "You know that I love you. I really, really love you, bua. My love for you hasn't changed at all, even knowing that you can never be a mother. And I will do anything ... any thing ... for you. Even ... marry you."

Rashida looked at me. It was a curious glance, a questioning glance. For the first time in five years, I saw something in the way she looked at me. Yes, she still looked at me with disdain, but there was something else. Something reflected in her eyes as she pondered my words.

My reverie was interrupted as the waiter returned with the dessert. The cheesecake slice looked really sumptuous, and there was a nice round red cherry on top bathed with some even more red syrup.

"Tarek." Rashida grinned and picked up her spoon. "When we return home, and by the time I am done with you for the night, your ass will be glowing even redder than this cherry."

I gulped.

* * *

As we entered the house, Rashida turned to me. She slowly raised a hand and grabbed hold of my left ear.

"Tarek." She said, twisting the ear painfully. "I am going to punish you tonight. Properly and thoroughly."

"Er ... bua." I grimaced, as she tightened her hold on my ear. "I am your obedient and loyal slave, bua. I am your kutti -- your bitch."

"Good." Rashida continued to pull and twist my ear, before letting go. "I need you to follow my instructions properly."

My ear was already burning.

"Yes, bua."

We shut, locked and then latched the front door.

"You will go to your room," Rashida ordered. "And remove all of your clothes there. I want you completely ulongo -- fully naked."

"Yes, bua."

This part was obviously no surprise. Whatever Rashida wanted to do with me, she wanted me in the nude.

"Then, baba," She continued. "You will go to the kitchen and get me a fresh glass of cold water."

"Yes, bua."

"Make sure the glass is clean." She said. "And the water should be ice cold. But no ice cubes in it."

"Yes, bua."

"I will be in my room, so come there after you get the water."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida turned and started to walk to her room. I stood there in my spot, watching her from behind. Her sari, wrapped graciously around her chubby body, couldn't hide her big bum, which jiggled and swayed from side to side as she walked away. Oh, how I wanted to bury that face in that buttocks of hers! Oh, how I wanted to sniff her asshole, and lick and kiss her bum, and worship those feet.

I went to my room and started to strip. Off came my upper clothes and then my pants. Down came my underwear. I was now completely, and utterly, naked. And vulnerable. Thank goodness my parents were not home!

I quickly walked to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet where the maids kept cleaned glasses and picked one. Examining it to make sure there was no dirt, I rinsed it, and then grabbed a bottle of Bisleri mineral water from the fridge. It was nicely cold. Opening the bottle, I filled up the glass, and then placed the water bottle back into the fridge.

Carrying the glass carefully and slowly to avoid any spills, I walked all the way past the hallway, the dining area and into the servants' quarters. The house was eerily quiet. Rubina must have been fast asleep.

I paused outside of Rashida's door. It was shut. Cautiously I knocked on the door, gently.

"Come." Rashida's regal voice beckoned me in.

Carefully opening the door, I walked in ... and then I nearly dropped the glass!

Rashida had taken off her sari. And her blouse. She was dressed in only a bra and petticoat! Her bra, as always, was too small, and struggled to contain her big melons. I could see the outline of her areole as her boobs jiggled and wrestled with each other. Quite a lot of her body was on display, including her ample tummy, her deep navel and all of back. Her petticoat was just below her jiggling stomach, so all of her big waist was visible.

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"What are you looking at, baba!" Rashida grumbled. "Close the door and come on in. One would think you had never seen me naked."

"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua."

"And why are you standing there with the water!" Rashida thundered. "If I am your queen, as you often say, then kneel down and present the water to me!"

"Er ... yes, bua. Of course, bua."

I knelt down and held the glass up with my hands. Rashida came and took the glass from me and started to drink the water. She finished it within a few gulps.

"Good." She remarked. "It's clean and the water is cold."

I remained kneeling on the floor. Rashida walked to a side table and placed the glass there, and then she dragged a wooden chair to the middle of the room, before sitting down on it.

"Come here and kiss my feet." She ordered.

"Yes, bua."

For the next ten minutes I was in heaven. I bent my head down and kissed my maid servant's bare feet. I made sure to pay proper homage to her, kissing and sucking each toe, and licking the space between each toes, making sure there was no dirt or sweat left on her feet, giving little nibbles to her heel, and smooching at her ankles.

"Alright, baba." Rashida snapped her fingers. "Enough."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Rashida gently bent down and reached out with her right hand. My left ear was soon in her vice like grip as she twisted it.

"Ouch!" I could not help by yelp as she pinched my earlobe hard.

"It's way past your bed time, baba." Rashida told me, giving me a proper kaan dola. "And yet here you are, in your maid servant's room, naked and kneeling, you naughty little boy!"

"Yes, bua."

"And what is your reason for not being in bed now, baba?" Rashida continued to painfully pull my ear.

"Er ... bua." I didn't know what to say. "I was out on a lovely date, bua. With a lovely someone."

"Hmmph!" Rashida snorted. "Say it like you mean it, baba."

She gave my ear another sharp twist.

"Bua." I gathered my thoughts. "I really love you, bua. I love you with all of my heart. I am your slave, your bitch, and I will do anything for you. And this is why I was thrilled to go out on a date with you, my love. And this is why, bua, I am not in bed now."

"Is that so, baba?"

I said nothing as Rashida let go of my left year, and then reached out with her left hand to grab my right ear.

"Why did you flirt with Zarine, baba?" She asked me, as she started to pull my right ear.

"I am sorry, bua. Ow!"

"Sorry isn't good enough, Tarek." Rashida twisted my ear sharply. "If you are really in love with me, as you claim to be, you shouldn't be looking at any other woman."

"Er ... yes, bua. I will not flirt with her, bua."

"You get distracted so easily, Tarek. Even today, when you were at that restaurant, you sneaked a couple of looks at that young waitress. You thought I didn't notice you ogling her?"

"Er ... I am sorry, bua."

SLAP!

Rashida had let go of my ear, raised her hand and had calmly slapped me.

"Do you know why I slapped you, baba?"

"Er ... no, bua."

SLAP!

"The right ..."

SLAP!

"... answer ..."

SLAP!

"... is that you will never flirt with or EVEN LOOK AT another woman, EVER AGAIN!"

SLAP!

"Not just Zarine. Not just any waitress."

SLAP!

"ANY woman!"

SLAP!

"Your entire focus, your entire devotion, your entire objective -- should be me!"

SLAP!

"Do you understand, baba?"

SLAP!

I fervently nodded.

"Yes, bua. I am very sorry, bua. You know I love you, bua."

SLAP!

"Now get up, Tarek. Come and stand in front of me."

"Yes, bua."

My knees creaked a bit as I stood up. I had been on my knees for almost half an hour.

"Good." Rashida commanded. "Now turn around. Place yourself on my lap, and over my knees."

"Yes, bua."

As I lay across her knees, my penis buried between her big legs, Rashida caressed my buttocks.

"Your pasa is nice and smooth, baba." She commented. "Soon it will be very red."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Er ... yes, bua. I submit my pasa to you, bua."

"Shut up, baba."

SPANK!

The blow had been fast, sudden and quick.

"Over the last couple of weeks," Rashida said patting my bum, caressing the area she had just hit, "I had to discipline you for many things, Tarek."

SPANK!

"Trying to hump my friend Farida. Flirting with Zarine. Leaving the toilet seat up and peeing outside."

SPANK!

"I am so sorry, bua."

"You should be trained in these things by now."

SPANK!

Rashida continued to spank me in earnest. I had prepared myself all day for this, so was ready for it as she started to whoop my ass.

SPANK!

"Have you been a good boy, baba?"

"Er ... I think so, bua."

SPANK!

"Do good boys get a spanking, baba?"

"Er ... no, bua."

SPANK!

"And so, how are you a good boy, baba?"

"I am sorry, bua."

Years of being her slave and subject to her punishments weekly had made my buttocks quite tolerant, and I was now used to severe spankings from her, so initially it didn't matter.

SPANK!

"If you are a proper good boy, baba, why do I spank you? Do you think I have lots of time to waste?"

"I am sorry, bua. I know I am still not perfect in pleasing you, bua."

SPANK!

"Like ... the whole thing with Farida ... should never have happened!"

"Yes, bua. I am sorry, bua."

SPANK!

But slowly, as she increased her intensity, my ass started to sting.

SPANK!

"Look at your cute red butt, baba. It's going to get even redder! Are you scared, baba?"

"Er ... bua. I am your slave; yours to be punished."

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Tarek!" Rashida suddenly commanded. "Get yourself up now, young man. Let's have a look at that bottom of yours."

"Er ... yes, bua."

As I stood there, Rashida carefully examined my buttocks, before making me turn around.

"Tarek." Rashida reached up and gently cupped one of my testicles. "Your balls seem to be full of cum."

My chubby maid servant kneaded my ball for a minute and then stroked my dick.

"It's your lucky day, Tarek." She commented. "Your mother is not here. Rubina is not interested in you. And here you are, getting your cock and balls rubbed by your female maid servant."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I wisely remained silent.

"How long has it been since you have cum, baba?"

"Er ... almost three weeks, my dear bua." I told her.

"Hmm." Rashida absent mindedly gave me a couple of strokes before looking at my face. "And really, three weeks? That was when you masturbated last, right?"

"Yes, my dear bua."

"I see." Rashida smiled. "And you think four days ago some other guy jerked off in your room into some tissues and flushed them down the toilet, thinking I wouldn't know?"

I was very silent. I could hide nothing from Rashida.

"Get me my sandal, baba."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Pretty soon I was back over her knees, and this time she had a sandal in her hand. Masturbating without her permission was always reason for severe punishment. And so was lying.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

Normally when I was spanked, I would count each hit and then apologize for it. Now there was no time; she was spanking me quite fast.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"When have I said no to you, Tarek, when you asked me for permission to cum? Baba, talk to me! WHEN?!!"

"I am sorry, bua. I should have asked, bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"I put limits on your masturbation for your own good, Tarek. And yet you continue to defy me!"

"I am so, so sorry, bua. Please forgive me, bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"How can you think I wouldn't know? Don't you think I know? I know everything you do!"

How HAD she known?

"I am so sorry, bua."

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Stand up, Tarek."

"Yes, bua. Thank you, bua."

This time there was no hiding it; my butt was on fire.

"Go and stand in the corner, Tarek. Face towards the window, your nose should be touching the wall."

"Yes, bua."

For a long time I remained standing there. I didn't mind; at least I wasn't getting spanked and my bottom was getting a break. After some time Rashida called me again.

"Baba, get me that bag from the cabinet, behind the bed. Yes, the second drawer."

Dutifully I brought the bag to her. She was seated on the chair in the middle of the room.

"Take what you have inside the bag and give it to me." Rashida ordered.

"Yes, my bua."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I took out three things from the bag.

"You should kneel when you give things to me." Rashida rebuked me sternly.

"Oh, yes bua. I am so sorry, my dear bua. I apologize; please forgive me, bua."

Immediately I knelt down, and presented those three things to her.

"Hmm. Let me see what you have for me." Rashida reached out to take the things. "Oh, very nice! A new firm chappal! And a spatula! And this nice leather strap. I must try them all on you!"

Rashida stood up. The chair creaked slightly as her huge frame lifted up, and then she bent down and grabbed me by the ear.

"Stand up, baba."

She pulled me up roughly, twisting my ear sharply as she did so.

"Ouch!" I could not help utter.

"Oh, be quiet!" Rashida rebuked me. "Now, be a good boy, and bend over the chair. That's right, hands on the seat ... bottom in the air. Now, spread your legs slightly ... that's good. Keep that bottom up."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

The leather strap was sharp, and stinging.

"You see, baba." Rashida told me. "My room is a mess and I want YOU to clean it tomorrow. You will dust and mop MY ROOM carefully."

"Yes, my beloved bua."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

"Even as I am beating you, baba, why is your cock growing?"

Rashida suddenly stopped lashing me and asked me a pointed question.

"Er ... I am sorry, bua. I don't know ..."

SWAT!

SWAT!

SWAT!

"We are back to where we were before, baba." Rashida told me. "You see ... you have a bad attitude, baba, to women. After all these years, you still think with your dick."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I am sorry, bua."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"In the restaurant, never once you said you would be happy to finally BE with me. In fact, it was IMMEDIATELY about sex. How you would FUCK me, baba. And my boobs."

That wasn't fair! She had asked me to say what I want! Still, I kept quiet. This was my mistress, she was always right. I was always wrong.

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I am sorry, bua."

"Sorry is not good enough, Tarek."

SWAT!

SWAT!

"I love the sound of leather on your buttocks, Tarek. They are now nice and red, glowing, just like I promised you. Feeling a bit of a pinch, are you not? Oh yes, look at your buttocks!"

"Bua." I managed to croak. "I love you. I am your slave, bua."

"I want to whip and cane that slave's bottom, baba."

"You can do whatever you want with my buttocks, bua. Today I have submitted myself fully to you, as I promised. I want to make this your best birthday, ever."

"Hmm."

Suddenly, after almost being punished continuously for over an hour (with that little break in the middle), Rashida suddenly stopped lashing me.

"Ok, baba, stand up. Good! Now look at me."

I looked at her. Her stern demeanor seemed to have softened. She was smiling, albeit slightly.

"You have taken your punishment well today, baba." Rashida praised me. "You said you were ready to submit to me, and you really meant it."

"Yes, bua, I did." I replied earnestly. "Honestly, I want to see you happy. I want to see you smile on your birthday, bua. If that meant me getting a hiding on my bum, so be it, bua. If you want, please spank me more."

"That won't be necessary, Tarek. You have pleased me. You have taken me out on a date, you have listened to me, and you have serviced me quite well. Hell, you even offered to marry me! And I will reward you now for that."

My heart skipped a beat. I thought she had dismissed my offer of marriage! Or even didn't hear it. But she did! What "reward" did she have in mind?

Rashida made me bend over, and then applied some lotion on my stinging buttocks. It hurt, for a bit, but soon the creamy solution felt like a soothing balm to my burning bottom. Then Rashida made me stand up and face her again.

"Unclip my bra." She ordered. "This bra unclips from the front."

I looked at Rashida in surprise. She wanted me to undress her?

"Quickly." Rashida told me, with a slight smile. "Before I change my mind about your reward."

I rushed to comply. With trembling hands, I fumbled, before I managed to unclip her bra. It fell to the floor, and her big, gigantic boobs sprung free, as if released from a caged prison, dangling pendulously.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Now kneel down," Rashida ordered, "And continue to undress me. My petticoat."

"Er ... yes, bua."

Surprised, I knelt down, so my face was at her crotch level. I fumbled again, before managing to untie the knot of her nada that held her petticoat together. Rashida gave her hips a gentle wiggle, and with a rustle, her petticoat too fell to the floor.

My goddess was now standing stark naked in front of me.

"Come." She said to me softly, grabbing my ear and with a sharp pull, hauling me up to my feet. Leading me by the ear, twisting my ear lobe, my mistress took me to the bed. Rashida then let go of my ear, turned towards me, and then plonked herself down on the bed.

"Kneel." She commanded.

I obeyed.

"Eat me." She commanded.

I knew what to do. I had done it many times before. I was now looking straight at between her legs. Rashida's pussy stared back at me. She hadn't shaved, so my maid servant had a lot of pubic hair down there. Rashida then reached out and grabbed my ears with each hand and started to twist them. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against her vaginal lips. Another strong odour, coupled with her feminine heat hit me as my lips touched her skin. Rashida was already dripping wet. Her body had already started to tremble.

I pressed my face deep in between her inviting legs. The skin of her thighs rubbed my face as I slid my tongue between Rashida's pussy hairs, finding her wet cunt and feeling the folds of her moist clit.

My tongue began to work up and down her clit even as her pubic hair smashed against my face. Rashida was now pulling at my ears hard. As I continued to eat her out, my mistress tried to maintain some semblance of control. Her orgasm was now rapidly beginning to build as my tongue hit the mark, again and again and again. Suddenly I felt a warm gush of fluid fill her cunt.

"OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!!"

I had never heard her scream so loudly. My ears were already in pain as she kept twisting them, but now she pulled at them hard as her body went into a violent spasm. Her pussy was now leaking like an open tap, and Rashida was now shaking fiercely.

"OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!! OOOOOH YEEES!!"

Her orgasm was long, and wild. She had now completely surrendered to her body. My poor ear lobes! Rashida continued to cum, holding me harshly by my ears, rubbing her wet clit all over my face as her body slowly subsided. My face was drenched with Rashida's juices.

"Not ... bad ... not bad at all, my bitch!" Rashida panted, finally letting go of my very red ears. I knew what was going to happen next. Every time I ate Rashida out, she would do this, so I was prepared. Rashida raised a hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Whenever I ate her out, she always slapped me after having an orgasm. It was her way of asserting back her control.

"That was good!" She purred again. "You are now very good at this!"

"I was glad I was able to satisfy you, my bua."

Rashida then stood up. Her fingers lingered for a moment on my ears.

"Stand up, baba."

I obeyed and stood up.

Surprisingly, Rashida then suddenly gave me a hug. My face was crushed against her gigantic boobs as she wrapped her powerful arms around me and held me tight. She then held my head in her hands and kissed my cheeks.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

She covered my face with wet kisses and hugged me and pressed my lips to her chest. I drunk in her smell and sweat in ecstasy as I too hugged her back, wrapping my hands around her waist. Mmm! Her boobs smelled lovely. I drew my head back, giving her a big smile, and then kissed her a big sloppy kiss on each of her cheeks. My hands went slowly downwards and rested on the edge of the top of her bum.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You are a good slave, Tarek." Rashida told me. "And today I am very pleased with you."

She kissed my cheeks again.

SMOOCH!

SMOOCH!

The same face of mine that minutes was wet with her cunt juices now oozed with her saliva as she gave me wet, sloppy kisses. My penis was completely erect as Rashida stood back after giving me a final kiss. If she had felt it poking her as I hugged and kissed her, she didn't say anything. My hands were now resting squarely on her buttocks. I had to fight the urge to grope her.

Rashida smiled at me.

"I can see your hands are on top of my buttocks, baba."

"Oh, bua. I am sorry, bua." I immediately withdrew my hands.

Rashida continued to smile. She then gave me another hug, and drew me close to her. Her arms were wrapped around my waist. Her boobs were now pressed against my chest, and our faces, and our lips, drew closer and closer to each other.

"You can put your hands back on my pasa, Tarek." Rashida whispered into my ears.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, placing them squarely on her giant butt cheeks.

"What do you feel like doing to my pasa, Tarek?" Rashida asked me.

In an instant my fingers were on her right butt cheek, and I pinched her hard.

"OUCH! OK, baba! I didn't expect that!"

Rashida raised a hand and gave my own buttocks a sharp WHACK. My already crimson red ass stung painfully in reply.

"I was expecting you to fondle or grope me." She told me, once again smiling. "Not pinch my ass! Eto shahosh? Pasa chimti katle?"

I couldn't believe it! In a trice my hands roving on her big bum. I had never dared to touch Rashida this intimately before. She playfully wriggled her buttocks as my fingers pressed and squeezed her ass cheeks in ways I have never pressed and squeezed her before.

"How does my pasa feel, Tarek?" Rashida giggled. My dick was now very hard, and it was rubbing against Rashida's thighs. I was at a loss for words, and Rashida laughed again.

"Are you done with my butt, baba?"

I didn't say anything, but used both hands to spread her ass cheeks a bit, and then placed one hand in the crack of her behind. Suddenly, overcome with emotion, I kissed her. Flush and straight, on the lips.

Rashida didn't say anything as I continued to kiss her, and at the same time my fingers going even deeper into her ass. I was now sucking her tongue, drilling her anus with my finger and rubbing my hardness against her thighs. I finally stopped the kiss to take a breath.

"Baba." Rashida told me. I could see her face was red and flushed, and she was breathing rapidly. "I don't want you to cum in me."

"Oh!" My dick, eager for some action, suddenly got a jolt of reality.

"You can cum ON me, if you like." Rashida continued. "But not IN me. Do you understand? No fucking."

I really didn't understand, but ...

"Er ... ok, bua. Thank you, bua."

"You can spend the night in my bed, if you like." Rashida continued. "But you are NOT to fuck me."

"Yes ... yes, of course, bua. As you wish, bua."

"But you can rub against me. Hug me. Kiss me. Grope me. And cum on me. Just not in me."

I felt Rashida's fingers wrap themselves around my turgid cock.

"And ... if at night baba you wake up feel like kissing my ass, go for it. Just don't wake me up or else I will make you cry so hard everyone in the mohalla will come here."

"Er ... of course, bua."

"And ... if at any point in the night, baba, you are feeling horny, you will control yourself. I don't want to be fucked by your pathetic nunu, do you understand?"

She was making it clear ... she was NOT to be fucked. Anything else was pretty much OK.

"Yes, bua. I am your slave, bua."

Things happened in a blur after that. We both laid down on the bed, and then I wrapped my arms around Rashida and hugged her tight. She hugged me right back. I pressed my lips onto hers. My hands went down to her ass.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Oh that ass! How long had I wanted to fondle that ass, squeeze that ass and pinch that ass! And tonight, my mistress, my goddess, had given me full permission to do so.

What had I told her at dinner?

"Bua, I love your big breasts. I would kiss them. Suck on them. Play with them. Jiggle them. Then I would strip you naked and kiss you everywhere, bua. Your big boobs. Your thick lips. Your giant ass. Oh, I would love to kiss your huge ass and your choot -- your cunt. And then ... you know ... I would ... make love to you."

So I started to do all of that. Well, except the love making part, of course. Rashida was very clear that I was NOT to do that. So I did everything BUT that.

I played with Rashida's big breasts. God had blessed her with wonderfully large breasts. Oh, how often I wanted to play with them! I kissed her nipples. I put them in my mouth and gently rolled them around with my tongue, and sucked on her tits. Her eyes were shut as she was enjoying the attention I paid to her breasts, and I gently massaged each boob with my fingers and squeezed her areole.

"Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmm ..."

Soft moans were now coming out from my big maid servant. I was now jiggling her boobs and playing with them, and she was clearly loving it. I then started to kiss her all over her giant body.

I started with her eyes. Her eyes were shut and she was making sounds with her mouth, so kissed her on the eyes. A beautiful smile appeared on her luscious lips. I kissed her chubby, puffy cheeks, pressing my lips hard against her. And then I kissed her on the lips.

"Aaaaah! Aaaaah!"

She was panting hard now.

We sucked on each other's tongues for some time. Her hands were clasped behind my neck, while my arms snaked all over her body, paying homage to every charm of her female curves. I squeezed her buttocks, pinched her waist, stroked her thighs and then my hands found themselves at her choot.

As I bit into the nape of her neck, my fingers founds themselves going deep into her cunt.

"OOOOOH YES! OOOOOOOH YES!!"

She started to rock her body. I slid yet another finger into her wet hole. I now had three fingers rubbing deep inside her female cavity, sliding in and out of her very moist cunt. Her eyes opened and she looked at me. Her mouth involuntarily opened into an "O" and she then shut it. Her body rocked again. Rashida was no longer in charge of the proceedings. She could not help herself -- she was now a slave to her own body and her own passion. As each spasm shook her, her mouth continued to helplessly form an "O".

"Baba! Baba! Baba! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH Baba!"

She was now taking my name. I slid a fourth finger inside her. It was as if I had burst a dam.

"OH TAREK!! TAREK!! TAREK!! TAREK!!"

She was now screaming, quite loudly. Rashida started to helplessly shake her body, completely out of control, as another orgasm took hold of her. She was now leaking copious amounts of fluid onto my hand. My fingers were sticky with her juice.

"Bua."

I swung one leg over her body, and climbed on top of her, ready to mount her. She looked at me, her lips again helplessly forming an "O" as another convulsion took over her body. She was lying there, defenseless, and all I had to do was penetrate her. She was powerless to stop me if I wanted to fuck her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Instead, I rubbed my dick against her upper, inner thigh.

"Oh baba!" Rashida managed to murmur. "Hump my leg, Tarek. Hump your mistress's leg like a dog, baba. Cum on my leg. Hump my leg like a dog."

I started to rub myself faster and faster against her leg.

"Oh, bua. Oh, bua."

I was rubbing faster and faster against her leg, and with full strength. Rashida's arms were wrapped around me at my waist, and I was kissing her forcefully on the lips. Her orgasm, slowly subsiding, was making way for mine. I continued to kiss her forcefully, sucking her tongue, while grinding my hips against her fat thigh.

"Oh, BUA!"

With a roar, I broke off her embrace and sat up on her body. My dick, rubbing against her leg, now stood at attention, pointing at her face. My balls twitched. With a snarl, I erupted.

The beginning of the river of cum hit her square in the eyes with full force. As my cock spewed out plentiful amounts, there was cum on Rashida's nose, on her lips, on her cheeks, on her neck, on her breasts, on her thighs, and yes -- even on her choot.

Cum ON me. Not IN me.

And I had obeyed.

* * *

As I lay on the bed, I pondered on the night's events. It had been over an hour now, and still I was up, wide awake.

Rashida's gentle snoring made me turn towards her. I watched her huge frame, and the gentle heaving of her bosom as she slept. She was partly on her right side, so I gently removed the light blanket off her body so I could take a better look at my sex goddess. Her buttocks, big and prominent, was on display, rising and falling with her breath. As I leaned over, I could see her left breast, once again big and prominent, under her arm. Her chubby cheeks, gentle and serene, and her lips, making a pouty smile as she slept. She had a good birthday after all. Got a date, got to spank me to her heart's content, and then get some wonderful orgasms via my oral and other services, before drifting off to sleep.

God! I truly loved her! I was spent ... tired ... after being punished by her and then having to service her ... before finally blowing my load on her body -- her face, her hair, her breasts. The whole room stank of sex; and yet of course I didn't actually get to have sex with her.

Fuck her, I mean.

Don't worry, Rashida, I told myself. I will fuck you soon enough.

I looked at her ass again. That big, wonderful ass. An ass that I had kissed many times. An ass I had licked many times. As ass whose crevice I had sunk my tongue into and licked the whole and the smelly anus many times. An ass that I worshiped now. An ass that I was slave to. And what had she said before sleeping?

If at night baba you wake up feel like kissing my ass, go for it. Just don't wake me up or else I will make you cry so hard everyone in the mohalla will come here.

Gently, I placed my face closer to her ass. The aroma was now stronger, and my cock began to harden. I touched my lips onto the bare skin of her buttocks.

I kissed my bua's pasa. And then I looked at her.

Rashida continued to sleep. She was a heavy sleeper. I kissed her buttocks again. She continued to sleep.

I kissed her again.

This time there was a grunt from her. I looked at her in alarm. She was still sleeping, but began to move. Before I knew it, she had rolled over so she was now lying down completely on her chest, face down, ass facing up.

Her legs were now spread out, and her ass hole beckoned at me.

If, at any point in the night, baba, you are feeling horny, you will control yourself. I don't want to be fucked by your pathetic nunu, do you understand?

Her words rang in my ears. My cock was now rock hard. Again. Oh, how badly I wanted to fuck her in that inviting gaand of hers!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I gently placed my erection against the soft, smooth skin of her bum. Then I tapped my hardness against her buttocks. I couldn't control it any more. Oh, Rashida! Oh, my love! Oh, my bua!

My testicles tightened, and my dick spurted, before spewing out abundant amounts of hot sperm onto her tender butt cheeks. Oh, I sprayed that cum everywhere! On her buttocks, on her legs, on her back. It was almost like I was marking her, like a cat marks its territory by urinating on the borders. My white cum, glowing in the dim night light, made a good contrast against the skin of her back.

I gently caressed her buttocks, rubbing my semen like a lotion onto her ass cheeks, even as Rashida continued to sleep. And then I once again laid down next to her, and covered both of us with the blanket. I didn't dare to kiss her, as that would awaken her, but I touched a finger to my lips, and then softly touched her lips. My love continued to sleep, even as I lay back, tired from cumming, again.

There was one thing that Rashida didn't know, that I now knew. A dark secret that I could never tell her, yet one that pointed at destiny between us.

Rashida, you are going to be mine. You just don't know it yet. I know why your terrible secret now. And I know something else.

My maid servant could not bear kids because of an accident. What had she said?

Once, in my early days in the city, I was crossing the street. I didn't look -- and there was a car coming. Before I knew it, it had hit me, and I was flying through the air. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. And do you know what, it was your father who had brought me to the hospital. Your father was driving right behind the car that hit me ...

Yet there was something she didn't know. The dark family secret.

You see, my bua, my love ... my father WAS NOT driving behind the car that hit you. My father's car WAS THE CAR that hit you.

Yes, it was my father ... and my family ... that is responsible for your accident, Rashida, and your inability to bear a child. When you were hit, they quickly got out of the car, and my father made up the story about the other driver fleeing the scene, and then took you to the hospital. You were knocked unconscious, so you didn't realize what had happened, Rashida.

How do I know? Because a couple of years ago, in preparation for taking on more duties in the family business, I was doing a study of the finances and the various accounts we had, and I had noticed a huge series of payments from our business account many years ago. Going back to the year when you were hired, Rashida.

At that time I hadn't connected all the dots, and I didn't knew about your accident's unfortunate side effect. When I had asked my father, all he had said was he was involved in some accident long ago, and these were payments to the hospital, and to some security officer officers investigating the case, and to some other figures to cover up the accident. Bribes are common for a man of his status, so I had not thought much about it.

Don't talk to anyone about this, my father had warned. No one needs to know about this, especially the maids and the help -- you know how they love to gossip.

Now, it was quite clear WHICH accident he had been covering up.

I glanced at my beautiful fat maid servant again, as she slept on, blissfully unaware of my thoughts.

My dear Rashida. It is DESTINY. You cannot get married because of what my father did to you. And you could not punish my family, but destiny made me YOUR slave. Made me yours. And hence, via this same destiny, you are going to by MINE.

It is destiny that I AM YOUR SLAVE, simply because of what my family had done to you. I am paying for their deeds. And I don't mind. I am yours. I want you to be mine.

AND YOU WILL BE MINE.

I love you, Rashida.

[Rajesh Prajapati]

I gently placed my erection against the soft, smooth skin of her bum. Then I tapped my hardness against her buttocks. I couldn't control it any more. Oh, Rashida! Oh, my love! Oh, my bua!

My testicles tightened, and my dick spurted, before spewing out abundant amounts of hot sperm onto her tender butt cheeks. Oh, I sprayed that cum everywhere! On her buttocks, on her legs, on her back. It was almost like I was marking her, like a cat marks its territory by urinating on the borders. My white cum, glowing in the dim night light, made a good contrast against the skin of her back.

I gently caressed her buttocks, rubbing my semen like a lotion onto her ass cheeks, even as Rashida continued to sleep. And then I once again laid down next to her, and covered both of us with the blanket. I didn't dare to kiss her, as that would awaken her, but I touched a finger to my lips, and then softly touched her lips. My love continued to sleep, even as I lay back, tired from cumming, again.

There was one thing that Rashida didn't know, that I now knew. A dark secret that I could never tell her, yet one that pointed at destiny between us.

Rashida, you are going to be mine. You just don't know it yet. I know why your terrible secret now. And I know something else.

My maid servant could not bear kids because of an accident. What had she said?

Once, in my early days in the city, I was crossing the street. I didn't look -- and there was a car coming. Before I knew it, it had hit me, and I was flying through the air. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. And do you know what, it was your father who had brought me to the hospital. Your father was driving right behind the car that hit me ...

Yet there was something she didn't know. The dark family secret.

You see, my bua, my love ... my father WAS NOT driving behind the car that hit you. My father's car WAS THE CAR that hit you.

Yes, it was my father ... and my family ... that is responsible for your accident, Rashida, and your inability to bear a child. When you were hit, they quickly got out of the car, and my father made up the story about the other driver fleeing the scene, and then took you to the hospital. You were knocked unconscious, so you didn't realize what had happened, Rashida.

How do I know? Because a couple of years ago, in preparation for taking on more duties in the family business, I was doing a study of the finances and the various accounts we had, and I had noticed a huge series of payments from our business account many years ago. Going back to the year when you were hired, Rashida.

At that time I hadn't connected all the dots, and I didn't knew about your accident's unfortunate side effect. When I had asked my father, all he had said was he was involved in some accident long ago, and these were payments to the hospital, and to some security officer officers investigating the case, and to some other figures to cover up the accident. Bribes are common for a man of his status, so I had not thought much about it.

Don't talk to anyone about this, my father had warned. No one needs to know about this, especially the maids and the help -- you know how they love to gossip.

Now, it was quite clear WHICH accident he had been covering up.

I glanced at my beautiful fat maid servant again, as she slept on, blissfully unaware of my thoughts.

My dear Rashida. It is DESTINY. You cannot get married because of what my father did to you. And you could not punish my family, but destiny made me YOUR slave. Made me yours. And hence, via this same destiny, you are going to by MINE.

It is destiny that I AM YOUR SLAVE, simply because of what my family had done to you. I am paying for their deeds. And I don't mind. I am yours. I want you to be mine.

AND YOU WILL BE MINE.

I love you, Rashida.

When the next update coming brother I love your story very much please update your story

[sri7869]

Good story