Using a luscious model to seduce my sexy maid – Part 1

Hi, my name is Rahul, and I currently reside in Bangalore. I am working at a renowned IT firm. You know, the typical job where you sit in front of a computer all day long. Anyway, this job keeps me quite busy, which is why I decided to hire a maid to keep my 2BHK apartment nice and tidy.

Let me go ahead and describe myself to you: I am about 5’11’, not too dark but neither fair, with a decent dick size. Nothing crazy, but definitely not something that’d make you go, “What the heck?”

So, my new maid, let’s call her ‘Preeti’, she’s got an amazing body. Her stats are like, 34D-28-36. And when I say D, I mean those big, round boobs that you just can’t ignore. And her butt? Oh boy, it’s like two melons stuck on a stick, just perfect for grabbing. And her skin, so smooth, like freshly made butter. And her eyes, man, they’re like deep pools of chocolate. You just want to dive into them and never come out.

Anyway, at first, when Preeti began working around the house, I didn’t pay much attention to her as I was constantly busy with programming on my computer. However, all that changed the day she dropped a cup of coffee she had made for me. As she was on her way to my room, somehow the cup had slipped and fell on the floor.

Preeti was in shock and super apologetic and began gathering up the mess. I sat there, attempting to console her. But that’s when my eyes fell on her massive cleavage. I was stunned. I asked myself, “How did I not notice such an asset all this time?”

I tried to control myself and remain professional, but my “little man” made it pretty difficult. If it wasn’t for my jeans, I’m sure Preeti would’ve noticed my massive boner saluting her. She was down on her knees, trying to mop up the coffee. Her blouse was so tight that her big boobs looked like they were going to pop out any second. And her pants, they hugged her butt like it was a long-lost lover.

Preeti was eventually able to clean up the mess and I made her feel better by saying it was no big deal. But since then, every time she bent over to pick something up, my eyes just couldn’t help but wander down to her ass. It was like two big scoops of heaven, you know? So plump and juicy.

Anyway, fast forward six months, I was fantasizing about Preeti and her sexy body ever since. But I never did anything because she’s my employee and I didn’t want to be that guy. Plus, I didn’t know if she’d be into me. But on that particular day, as I was sitting in my bedroom, I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. It was Preeti, wearing a tight salwar that tightly hugged her goods. And she was moving her hips like she was dancing to some secret tune.

My heart was racing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with every step she took, and her nipples were poking out like little pebbles. I knew she couldn’t see me, but I had to get closer. I tiptoed to the kitchen door and peeked through the crack. She was washing dishes, but she had that look on her face like she was thinking about something really naughty. And her hands… they were moving in a way that suggested she was playing with more than just the dishes.

So, I barged in and caught her in the act. She had one hand in the dishwater while the other was under her kameez, playing with herself. She was so into it that she didn’t even notice me at first. Her face was all red, and her breaths were heavy, like she had just run a marathon. Her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were all wet and pouty, like she was biting on them.

Although she was shocked when she opened her eyes, she didn’t stop fingering herself. I, too, didn’t know how to react. A part of me wanted to scold her while the other wanted to take her right there and then. But I controlled myself and asked, “What are you doing, Preeti?” She looked up, surprised, but she didn’t stop. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, and she just kept playing with herself.

Preeti, with a shaky voice, replied, “I’m sorry, sir. I was just… feeling a little lonely.” That was all I needed to hear. I stepped closer to her, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. She looked at me with a mix of fear and desire. I could see the wetness between her legs, and the way her chest was heaving told me she was more than just a little turned on.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I completely understand. I find myself in the same boat from time to time.”

Preeti looked at me, her eyes widening a bit. She was expecting a scolding, not an understanding nod. She slowly took her hand out from under her kameez and turned off the faucet. The sound of the water stopping echoed through the kitchen, and the room got really quiet. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and I could see her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.

“Have you ever watched porn before?” I asked.

Her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her eyes cast down.

“But have you had a one-on-one session with a cam model?” I countered.

“No, sir,” Preeti replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She was frozen in place, her hand still hovering over her wetness.

“Would you be interested?” I offered, trying to keep my voice steady. I could feel my dick twitching in my pants, eager for what might happen next.

Preeti looked up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of excitement. She nodded shyly, and I knew I had her hooked. “Good,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “I know it might seem a bit unusual, but trust me, it’s a good way to relieve stress.”

So, I grabbed her soaking wet hand and led her to my home office. I grabbed her a chair to sit on and closed the door behind us while switching on the PC. I punched in my log-in code and quickly clicked on the browser. The next thing I did was browse over to the popular sex chat website, created an account, and added some credits through UPI which I could use to chat with the stunning Indian girls there.

“Pick anyone you like,” I told her, pointing to the screen. There were so many beautiful, half-dressed women to choose from. Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight, and I could see the excitement in her face. She was like a kid in a candy store, but the candy was strictly for grown-ups. She scanned through the profiles, her cheeks growing redder with every click.

“But sir, I’m not a lesbian,” Preeti stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled. “It’s not about that,” I assured her. “It’s about watching someone else get off. It can be really hot.”

Preeti’s eyes met mine, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was considering it, and I could feel the tension in the room growing thicker than the coffee she had spilled months ago. I sat down next to her, and we both stared at the screen. I scrolled down, and she leaned in closer, her big boobs pressing against my arm. I found a model with big, fake boobs and a round ass. She was wearing a red lingerie set that barely covered anything.

The model’s name read Nusrat. She was a 21-year-old from Ludhiana. Her stats were 36D-24-34, and she had these big, round boobs that looked like they were about to spill out of her bra at any moment. Her profile pic was of her wearing a red, lacy outfit that made my dick stir in my pants. Preeti’s eyes grew wide as she took in the sight of Nusrat.

“Let’s talk to her,” I suggested, clicking on the video chat option. The screen popped up, and there she was, live and in the flesh, or at least, pixels. She was sitting on a bed, playing with her hair, and smiling. She had these big, brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief.

Preeti and I sat side by side, and I could feel the heat coming off her body. Her hand was shaking as she held the mouse, and she kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I could tell she was nervous, but also curious. She clicked on Nusrat’s profile, and we were taken to a private chat room.

“Hi, Nusrat,” I said, trying to break the ice. “My friend Preeti here is feeling a bit… stressed. We thought maybe you could help her relax.”

Nusrat winked at the camera, and her boobs bounced. “Of course,” she said, her voice like honey. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

Preeti’s voice was shaky, but she managed to say, “I’m Preeti.”

“Hi, Preeti,” Nusrat said, her voice all warm and sweet. “What do you want to see today?”

Preeti’s hand hovered over the mouse, her thumb rubbing the pad. She was nervous but also excited. Her chest was heaving, and her nipples were poking through her blouse like little erasers. I could feel the tension between us, like a rubber band stretched tight.

“What would you like me to do?” Nusrat asked, her voice as smooth as silk.

Preeti looked at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. “I… I want to watch you play with yourself,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, Preeti,” Nusrat said, her voice filled with a teasing lilt. She leaned back on the bed, her legs spreading apart. She began to play with her big boobs, squeezing them gently. Her hands moved to her nipples, and she pinched them lightly, making them harden.

I could feel Preeti’s breathing getting heavier, and I looked down to see her hand had moved to her own chest, her thumb stroking her nipple through her blouse. “Do it like her,” I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her neck. She nodded, her hand moving more insistently.

Nusrat’s hands began to wander down her body, her fingers sliding over her flat stomach and into her panties. She had a trimmed bush, and the sight of her touching herself was like watching a porn video in real life. She started to moan, her voice echoing through the speakers, making my cock throb.

Preeti’s eyes were glued to the screen, her hand moving faster and faster over her own pussy. She was biting her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed. I could see the wetness spreading on her kameez, and I knew she was getting closer and closer to the edge.

I couldn’t control myself any longer and pulled out my own cock. Seeing my 6.5-incher, Preeti was a bit taken-aback. She was definitely not expecting that. But I had one more surprise for her. Rather than stroking my cock, I lightly grabbed Preeti’s soft hand, which was in the process of pleasing her tight cunt and placed it on my semi-erect shaft.

Preeti was speechless and motionless. To encourage her, I moved my hand toward her cunt and began to feel the wetness.

“It’s okay,” I murmured to Preeti, “just watch and learn.” My voice was deep and soothing, like a gentle river flowing over smooth rocks. Her hand was trembling, but she didn’t pull away from my cock. I felt her soft skin grip me tightly as she started to move it up and down, her eyes still glued to the screen.

On the screen, Nusrat was really getting into it now. She had her panties off, and she was rubbing her clit with one hand while playing with her tits with the other. Her moans were like music to my ears, and I knew Preeti was getting hotter by the second. She was breathing fast, and I could smell her sweet arousal.

That, in turn, was making me super horny. In a split second, without giving it another thought, I turned Preeti’s head with my left hand to face me and began sucking on her lips. This even turned Nusrat on.

“Oh, wow!” Nusrat gasped, watching us through the computer screen. “You guys are so hot together!”

Preeti’s hand was now moving up and down my cock with more confidence, her eyes never leaving the screen. She was getting the hang of it, and her breath was coming in quick, short gasps. Her other hand was still busy between her legs, and I could feel the wetness of her arousal on my fingertips as I played with her pussy.

“Yeah, just like that,” I whispered, my voice thick with lust. “Keep watching Nusrat and stroking my cock.”

Preeti’s hand tightened around my shaft, her eyes still on the screen. Nusrat was really putting on a show, her fingers moving faster and faster over her clit. I could feel the heat coming off Preeti’s body, and her breath was hot on my neck as she watched intently.

“I would really like to watch you guys fuck!” Nusrat exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. The sight of Preeti’s hand on my cock must have pushed her over the edge, because she began to really go at it, her tits bouncing and her ass wiggling.

Preeti looked up at me with a question in her eyes, but I could tell she was more than willing. “Take off your clothes,” I told her, my voice gruff with desire. She nodded and stood up, her hands trembling as she untied her salwar and let it fall to the floor.

Her panties followed, revealing a neatly trimmed bush that matched the color of her skin. Her pussy was already glistening with excitement, and her pink pussy lips looked so inviting. I couldn’t help but stare at her juicy pussy, feeling my cock throb even harder.

“Come here,” I said, taking her hand and leading her closer to the computer screen. “Let’s show Nusrat how good we can make each other feel.”

Preeti’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the sight of Nusrat’s naked body, her hand never stopping its sweet torment of my cock. I could feel my balls tightening, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Look at her,” I whispered to Preeti, pointing to the screen. “See how she does it?”

Preeti nodded, her eyes glued to Nusrat’s hand as it danced over her clit. She was mesmerized, and her hand on my cock was moving in time with Nusrat’s strokes. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, and the occasional squelch of wetness from Nusrat’s hand as it slid in and out of her pussy.

I stood behind Preeti, her hand still wrapped around my cock, and began to kiss her neck. She let out a little moan, and I knew she was enjoying it. I reached around and cupped her big, round boobs, feeling her nipples get hard under my thumbs. “Keep watching,” I murmured, “and keep playing with me.”

But I knew that I couldn’t stall for very long. I made Preeti get on all fours while facing the monitor.

“Spread your legs,” I instructed, my voice a mix of excitement and authority.

Preeti complied, and I stepped closer, my cock bobbing with anticipation. Her pussy was right there, begging to be touched, and I couldn’t resist. I slid my hand down her back and over her plump ass cheeks. She gasped as my fingers reached her wetness, and I began to rub her clit in the same rhythm that Nusrat was using on herself.

“Oh, sir,” Preeti moaned, her eyes never leaving the screen. Nusrat was really going at it now, her moans filling the room through the speakers. “It feels so good,” she whispered, her voice thick with need.

Nusrat, while watching us intently, grabbed a massive dildo and prepped herself for the show she knew we were going to give her. “Mmm, I want that,” Preeti murmured, her eyes on the screen.

I nodded, my cock throbbing in her hand. “Okay, let’s give her a show.” I whispered, and with that, I leaned down and kissed Preeti’s neck, making my way down to her back. Her skin was so soft, like a freshly made roti. I could feel her body tremble as I reached the top of her ass crack.

I reached down and spread her cheeks, revealing her tight, pink asshole. It was like a little button, just begging to be played with. “Look at me, Preeti,” I said, my voice low and demanding. She turned her head, her eyes glazed with lust.

Without further hesitation, I inserted my rod in Preeti’s tight pink pussy. Simultaneously, Nusrat inserted her massive dildo in her own cunt.

“Oh, sir,” Preeti gasped as I pushed into her, filling her up completely. Her pussy was so tight, like a glove made just for my cock. She was wet and warm, and I could feel her inner walls clenching around me as I started to move in and out of her.

Nusrat on the screen was grinding on her dildo, her big, fake boobs bouncing with every thrust. She was watching us closely, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’re doing so good, Preeti,” she encouraged, her voice filled with lust. “Keep going.”

I kept slamming my cock into Preeti’s tight cunt in the doggy position and she was screaming mercilessly. Thank God I shut the door beforehand. Otherwise, my neighbors would’ve definitely known that I was up to “something”.

“Oh, sir, it’s too much!” she moaned, but she didn’t sound like she wanted me to stop. In fact, she was pushing back into me, meeting every one of my thrusts with a grind of her own hips. Her big, round boobs were bouncing up and down with every stroke, and the sight was like a wet dream come to life.

I leaned over her, my hands on her hips, guiding her movements. “Keep watching Nusrat,” I whispered in her ear, “Let’s make her cum with us.” Preeti nodded; her eyes still glued to the screen. She was really getting into it now, her hips moving faster on my cock.

Nusrat’s moans grew louder, and I could see the muscles in Preeti’s hip tensing as she backed-up into me faster. “I’m going to cum,” she panted, her eyes never leaving the screen. “Are you going to cum with me?”

“Yes,” I grunted, feeling the pressure building in my balls. “Keep watching Nusrat. She’s almost there.”

Preeti’s pussy was moving so fast on my cock that I could feel the blood pulsing through it. Her eyes were glued to Nusrat’s hand as she rubbed her own clit. “I want to feel you cum inside me,” Preeti panted.

“What do you think, Nusrat? Should I cum inside her?” I asked.

Nusrat’s eyes glinted with mischief as she watched us. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Cum deep inside her. Make her scream for more.”

Her words were all the encouragement Preeti needed. She started to buck wildly against me, her hips moving even faster on my cock. I could feel her pussy getting tighter and wetter, her juices coating my shaft with every stroke. “I’m gonna cum,” she yelled, her voice echoing in the room. “I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Cum for me, Preeti,” I urged her, my voice thick with need. “Let it all out.”

Preeti’s pussy was moving like lightning on my dick, her grip tight and sure. She was so wet that her pussy was making the sweetest sounds with every thrust, like a symphony of pleasure. And as we watched Nusrat’s hand moving faster and faster on her own clit, Preeti’s breath hitched, and I knew she was close.

And with that, all three of us came simultaneously. Preeti’s pussy squeezed my cock like a vise, and I felt the warmth of her orgasm pulsing through her. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I emptied my load deep inside her, filling her up like a cup of tea.

On the screen, we watch Nusrat’s pussy gushing like geyser, her dildo was still buried deep inside her. She was moaning our names; her eyes never left our live cam feed. Preeti’s pussy was still wrapped around my cock, her own orgasm subsided. Her breaths were coming out in gasps, and she was looking back at me with a mix of shock and awe.

“Wow,” Preeti managed to say, her voice still shaky from the intense pleasure. She was still kneeling on the floor, her pussy pulsing around me. I leaned down and kissed her neck, her skin was hot and sticky with sweat. “That was amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

I pulled out of her, my cock still hard and covered in her juices. She turned to face me, her eyes shining with a newfound desire. “Thank you,” she whispered, her hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “Thank you for showing me something so beautiful.”

Preeti looked absolutely radiant, like she had just experienced a slice of heaven. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest was heaving with every breath she took. Her big, round boobs were bouncing slightly with every movement she made, and I couldn’t help but stare. “You’re welcome,” I said, a smirk playing on my lips. “But I think the real thanks goes to Nusrat.”

Preeti giggled and looked back at the screen, where Nusrat was still laying back on her bed, catching her breath. “Yes,” she agreed, her voice still thick with pleasure. “That was something else.”

Nusrat looked up at the camera with a knowing smile, her chest rising and falling with every breath. “I’m so happy I could help,” she said, her voice still a bit shaky from her own climax. “But don’t forget, you guys still owe me one.”

Preeti and I looked at each other, her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock. “What do you mean?” I asked, a bit confused but also intrigued.

Nusrat leaned in closer to the camera, her massive boobs almost popping out of her bra. “I want you to both masturbate for me,” she said, her voice husky and full of desire. “I want to see how you pleasure yourselves.”

To be continued…

I hope you guys enjoyed the first part of the series. Please do comment down below about how you feel about my experience so far.

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