My tribal maid

I was 18 years old when I started feeling attracted to my maid. Her name is Beena; she is a tribal girl–fairly tall (5’7), slim, nice curvaceous body, large sized boobs, pleasant face, long dark hair, shining dark skin, nice dark eyes. She was in her early 20’s at the time I was 18. At that time, I used to suffer from very severe headaches; at my mother’s request initially (and later my request), Beena used to massage my head with oil which would provide a lot of relief. At first, nothing happened between us, but later on, I somehow started developing sexual feelings towards her. Understandable, I hope, since she was the only hot lady around and I was slowly getting acquainted with my sexuality. Beena was married, but was staying away from her husband (also a tribal) who was a drunkard; after constant fights over his drinking habit she had decided to leave him as he would often become violent with her whenever he was in an inebriated state.

So anyways, when I started kissing her whenever we were alone in the house, Beena just smiled and didn’t say anything. Gradually, it reached a stage where I would kiss her on her face and lips and breasts and she would let me enjoy her; sometimes she would kiss back. When I was 19(some years after I first started my physical interaction with Beena), I got my chance to nail her. My parents had to go out of the city to attend a marriage, and I was left alone in the house to look after my elderly grandmother. Beena was asked to sleep over at night in our house in case Grandma has to go to toilet at night or if she wants water or if there is any other problem. Since she was to sleep inside Grandma’s room (on floor), people in the house did not think it a big deal. After all, I was considered the innocent, studious type. Parents left in the afternoon, day servants left in the evening, and sometime around 7 p.m. Beena arrived at the house. I was waiting for her and as soon as she came I opened the door and as she was walking along the corridor to Grandma’s room I started giving her my undivided attention to which I was glad to note she was responding. I kissed her on her face, lips, eyes, and then I removed the pallu of the saree she was wearing, and kissed her firm, ample bosom. She was looking at me dreamily as I escorted her slim, lithe body to my own bedroom. There was so little time since Grandma was expecting Beena to come anytime now.

I removed her blouse completely once we were inside my room; she was standing and I was sitting on the bed. I then asked her to come nearer to me and put the nipple of her left breast in my mouth and started sucking. To my delight, she started moaning loudly. At first I was also a bit apprehensive lest Grandma heard her making noises, but then relaxed when I remembered Grandma is hard of hearing and anyways my room is a fair distance away from her room. Also, Grandma is practically bedridden and is unable to move about except with the help of someone. I started to gently bite Beena on her breast and her moaning became louder; finally she took out the breast from my mouth and guided my mouth towards her other breast; I clasped it with both hands and started sucking on it to the sound of her loud moaning. I then helped her undress completely and soon she was lying on the bed; meanwhile, I had taken off my own clothes.

I had always fantasized of Beena riding me, and I requested her to be on top to which she gave her acquiescence. As she climbed on top of me, I very gently inserted my dick in her pussy. In retrospect, I ought to have lubricated her pussy, but then this was my first time. Any lingering doubts about what I was doing were removed as Beena took control. She started riding me in a swaying, somewhat circular motion. There was an immense pressure to release almost immediately, but I just told myself that I have to make this moment last. And so it continued, Beena riding me, moaning occasionally, sometimes looking down at me and smiling as I continued to enjoy the most pleasurable experience of my life thus far. Eventually, I released inside her and soon after helped her get off me and lie down beside me. I wasn’t done yet. I went down to her pussy and started sucking and licking it. Eventually her juices started flowing down her pussy as I started sucking hard and I started drinking the nectar. It was slightly salty, but it just felt nice drinking the stuff. After resting for a while, I climbed on top of her and screwed her again missionary style. This time I was on top, doing all the swaying and moving as she lay underneath me. I am 6’1 tall and fairly well built, and was careful not to hurt her as she lay under me.

Later as we lay in each others’ arms, I put my tongue in her mouth and we French kissed for a while. I started kissing her face, her lips, and her neck. I was so hot I started to bite her neck gently, but then she drew away and told me not to bite on the neck as that would be noticeable and we would get caught. After lying for a while, I asked her to suck my cock. She got up on the bed, approached my dick warily, and kissed it. Then she took it inside her mouth and took me into a different world by her strong sucking of my cock which resulted in it getting bigger and bigger within seconds. Eventually, I exploded inside her mouth and was happy to note that she was drinking it all in. (I had earlier explained to her that semen contains vitamins that are good for the skin.) So, this was our first sexual episode. Over the years, we continued to have this special relationship, and I seriously considered marrying her. She was very sweet to me, and I found her so beautiful and sexy that she was everything I could have wanted in a woman. But then, it would have been such a shock to my parents.

I ended up having an arranged marriage to a girl who is neither too intelligent, nor sexually active (although she is pretty enough to look at). I had convinced my wife to let me keep Beena with us as maid, and eventually due to my constant demands for sex, she agreed to let me have Beena as a sex companion. But after a couple of years, my wife and Beena started fighting since Beena got pregnant with my child. Fortunately, by God’s grace, I was well off by now and purchased another house for Beena. A son was born to Beena; this was my first child since my wife has been unable to get pregnant despite our best efforts. Inevitably, my wife and I agreed mutually for a divorce; I let her keep our house as settlement, and moved in with Beena. Eventually, Beena and I married. She has learnt English by now, and is a bit of a social butterfly with her warm, vivacious nature. We continue to enjoy an active sex life. Typically we fuck every night, and on some days in the mornings and afternoons also. And oh yes, we agreed to shift to U.S. sometime back after I got a U.S. job offer. We went for better education for our son, and also because she would be treated with more respect there than here. Note: This is a work of imagination. Feedback, especially from sexy ladies, may be sent to [email protected].