Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Ok then," she said, "This ... thing ... won't take long to examine thoroughly."

Mrs. Patel then bent down and began to squeeze my little penis, lifted it and checked underneath. The warmth of her hand as she touched my petite penis caused it so turn hard in between her index finger and thumb. I heard her snicker under her breath.

"I should probably not grip too hard, it's so small and must be delicate!"

She then laughed out aloud. I turned bright red. She just showed me that she was not afraid to tell me directly that I was a small man.

"Rashida!" Mrs. Patel called out. In my fantasies, Rashida was the maid in the college. The door to the classroom opened and Rashida came into the room.

"Look how small this boy is, Rashida. We need to measure it. Can you find me a small ruler?"

Oh Rashida! I thought, as I continued to furiously stroke my penis, lost in my fantasy.

I dreamt of Rashida as she hunted a small ruler in the classroom for Mrs. Patel.

"We don't usually have such small rulers here," Rashida told Mrs. Patel. "But this will do for him."

She pressed the small ruler against my dick, laughing as she read the measurement aloud.

"He's just a baby," Rashida told Mrs. Patel. "Such a little dick, memsahib!"

"Maybe he needs to get hard, Rashida." Mrs. Patel suggested. "Perhaps you can rub him and see if ... it ... gets a little bigger?"

"Oh, bua! Oh, Rashida. Oh, Mrs. Patel!" I gushed out aloud, rubbing myself furiously as in my imagination, Rashida walked to me.

"Tarek," She told me. "I am going to rub your little penis."

"Oh, yes!"

I was so lost in my masturbation that I didn't realize that I had forgotten to lock the door of my room. I was stroking my cock harder and harder, and mumbling, "Oh, Rashida! Oh, Mrs. Patel! Oh, Rashida!"

Suddenly, the door to my room flew open.

It was Rashida, and she had a broom in her hand. She had meant to clean the room, and had knocked. Unfortunately, as the door wasn't locked and bolted, Rashida's knock had sent it flying open. She walked in, and stood transfixed at the sight in front of her. Here I was, eyes shut, repeatedly rubbing my weenie, and murmuring "Mrs. Patel! Rashida!" when she had walked in!

And there she was -- dressed in a green sari, tucked over to one side as she had been working profusely, her big stomach and belly button completely exposed. Her bosom was heaving, and I could see a little sweat on the blouse material around her arm pits due to her hard work. Now she stood starting at my exposed manhood, and a sly smile creeping to her lips.

"What's going on, baba?"

Oh I was scared. My dick immediately flopped. Would she tell my parents? Rashida knew exactly what I was doing.

"Oh, bua, please, I am sorry." I immediately started to apologize to her, using the respectful term bua (which meant aunt). I usually called the maids by their names, but here I was, calling her bua. I did not think then what I had thought later -- why was I apologizing to her? She had barged into my room!