Adultery Slave to My Indian Maid by spankedboy

[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.