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It was a lovely night. I had finally cum after spending fifteen or sixteen days in the village without masturbating. Yes, I had cum on my darling Rashida's legs, instead of in her hallowed cunt, but it was still a release. Moreover, my beloved bua Rashida had also thoroughly enjoyed the process too, and we soon fell asleep.The next two nights proved similar. After sunset I would visit Nasima and suck her tits until all the milk was out. By now, Farida had gotten comfortable enough to leave us two alone, and Nasima was getting more and more brazen in rubbing herself to an orgasm as I emptied her milk. She was also dropping hints that she would be open to more, but I wasn't interested. I didn't want to lose focus - the only lady I wanted to fuck was Rashida, not Nasima.After the breastfeeding, I would return and help the ladies - Tamanna and Rashida - prepare and serve dinner. After dinner, I had my list of chores while the ladies would relax. I would clean the kitchen, sweep and mop

The train gave a loud whistle as it passed through a long bridge. It was now late afternoon, and we still had two hours left till we reached my older maid Rashida's village. I looked at her - my older buxom chubby maid Rashida - peacefully dozing on her seat even as the train gave a loud whistle, her head leaned against the side (she was seated near to the window). I was seated opposite to her. A few minutes earlier her feet had been stretched so they had rested on my lap, and I had been massaging them like a loyal servant. Now I gently laid her feet on the floor, resting on top of her slippers. I resisted the urge to bend over and kiss my maid servant's feet and ankles, as I normally would have done. This was a public train after all, even though we were in first class, there were still people around.Still, I touched my finger to my lips, and then touched the same finger to her feet, and then back on my lips, before I resumed my seat. It was my way of paying homage to my queen, my

It was now nearing the end of the month of June. My convocation was last week, and it had been a grand affair. Following my graduation, my parents had thrown parties all week. Relatives from across the country and abroad had been here at our place, including my older siblings and their families. Everyone had just left two days ago.Today was a weekday morning. My father wasn't in town; he was in Delhi looking after the business there, and hunting for an apartment where I would stay with Rashida from end of August, when I would take over the family business there. He was returning to town in three days. My mother was at home, working on some official documents. Also home were our two maids - the older buxom maid Rashida, and the new, younger, maid girl Zarine.As for me, I was enjoying my brief time of doing nothing. I knew soon I would have lots of responsibilities. In a three day's time, the day my father would return, I would be traveling with my maid Rashida to her village and stay

It was May of my final year as an undergrad. My final exam marks had just come in, and I had done extremely well. Remember when Rashida and Rubina had spanked me all night after I had some bad grades? Well, that must have worked.Convocation was in June, and I was ecstatic. I was soon going to graduate with a degree in business administration, and I was ready to take over my parents' businesses in Delhi. A business that was going through some tough times, yet my father was hopeful me being there in Delhi in person could help save it. I really wanted to study further, but you must help out family. That was the plan.It was all decided, and I was looking forward to the summer. In June, after my graduation ceremony, I would travel with my maid Rashida to her village, and stay there for some time, living with Rashida, her mother, and her sister. It took a LOT of planning and deceit to convince my family that not only would I go and stay in a village for some time, but that too Rashida's

My younger maid, the comely lass Rubina, was now married, and gone from our household. It's been almost three weeks since her wedding and departure. Yes, I still have to tell her story, but that will have to wait. For now, we have a new, even younger, maid to take Rubina's place.The beautiful, innocent, sweet Zarine.You remember her? Yes... the same one from that party. The daughter of the stall owner. She did use to work as a part time maid at another place, but now is working for us. Full time. She is taking over Rubina's position. Actually, has taken over. So, back to my story.It was now 10.20 p.m. on a Monday night.I stood just outside Rashida's room. Her door was slightly open and ajar, not fully shut. The hallway was dark, but Rashida had her room's lights on, leading to an eerie glow being cast out in the hallway from her room. Everyone else in our household, of course, was fast asleep in their beds. The whole house was very quiet, which made the voices coming from Rashida's

It was 10.20 pm, Monday night. I was seated at the main dining table downstairs, studying. For some reason, I wasn't in my room, but felt it would be easier to study at the big table with books all over the giant table. It was unusually cold for November in India, so I remember wearing a cardigan over my T-shirt. As I glanced at my watch, I felt a soft presence behind me."Studying, baba?" It was the gentle voice of Rubina, the younger maidservant in my house. Her hand found my left ear and gently tugged at it."Er ... yes, choto bua." I replied.I was also a bit puzzled. Should I stand up to show my respect to my younger maid? I was going to her room anyways at 10.30 pm. And here she was, her hands slowly but firmly twisting my ear."Good." She said, pulling my ear. "It's nice to see you studying for once, and not trying to watch a porno movie late in the night, and do your disgusting masturbating that Rashida apa caught you doing long time ago.""Er ... yes, choto bua." I answered, even

"Tell me the truth, baba!" Rashida, my maid, held my left ear firmly in her right hand, giving it a painful twist. "Did you, or did you not, switch off the oven as I had ordered?""Bua, bua ... ow!" I yelped as she twisted my ear again, and my head swiveled at her pull. "I am sorry, I ..."Rashida let go of my ear, and raised her right hand. I grimaced, for I knew what was coming.SLAP!"One!" I counted dutifully. "I am sorry, bua. I really am! Please slap me again."Here was I, the twenty year old son of one of the most powerful businessman in Kolkata, and not only was I taking orders from my older, buxom, chubby and now very angry maid servant Rashida, but she was now slapping my cheeks and punishing me for failing to carry out her orders. And for some frightening reason, I kept feeling as if I was forgetting something else as well.SLAP!"Two! I am sorry, bua." I mumbled, as my face flushed a bright red, partly from my servant's slaps, partly from shame as she was slapping me in front of

It was raining when I finally got home in the evening. The rain had been a welcome respite from the usual October heat we had been experience lately. I had spent the whole day with my friends. It was our mid semester break. Early this August we had all gone to different universities. I was studying right here, of course, but others had gone to Delhi, Mumbai, and some even US and Canada. The ones who had remained in India had headed back to the City of Joy for this week, so we were making the most of our time together.Right before I was about to leave the fathering, my older maid Rashida had called me."Baba." Her voice was harried, as if she was in the middle of a dozen things. "I need you to get certain things from the shobji market.""Now, bua?" I made a little irritated sound. "I will have to take a taxi from the mall, and then another ...""Baba." Rashida's voice suddenly developed a little steel. "Are you going to disobey me? It's Thursday. When you report to my room tonight, I will

It was 10.25 pm, Monday, and like the proverbial memorable night in a movie, it was dark and stormy. Thunder and lightning rattled in the distance and the sound of rain falling constantly was ever present at the windows. Meanwhile, as my parents slept soundly in their room, I tiptoed my way quietly towards the servants' quarters.You would think I would be terrified of Mondays and Thursdays. Those were the nights when I would report to my maid Rashida's room, where she would recount what I had done wrong during the last few days, and then punish me for it. By the time she was done, I was usually a blubbering mess with a sore bottom and an equally bruised ego. But I also looked forward to these nights. I was in a relationship – a strange one, and a one sided one, I admit – but a relationship nonetheless with my beloved. The nature of that relationship wasn't decided, yet, but for some reason, I felt like this was something that had been missing in my life all this time. I loved the

Rashida had been our family maid servant for a long time. Moving to Kolkata from a distant village, and coming from a very poor family, she was merely eighteen when she started to work at my family's place. From pictures of her that I saw later, the young Rashida was a beautiful village belle. She had a curvy figure, full sized breasts, and a beautiful radiant smile. Like many women from the poorer strata of society, she did not wear blouses at that time, so the picture simply showed the top part of her thin sari wrapping around her upper body, with her breasts prominent in the picture. Later on my mother had gotten Rashida to wear blouses around the house.I was fifteen years younger than her, which meant when she started working here at my parent's place I was merely a toddler of three. I was practically brought up by Rashida -- she used to care for me as my high flying parents were frequently away on social engagements. Rashida had seen me as a toddler and then a child, and I grew