Category: Adult Story

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

"UNGH! Oh, jamai babu! Oh, Rajesh!" My mother-in-law Poonam moaned, as I plunged my hardness into her. "You are so hard!"I passionately kissed my mother-in-law's lips."Of course, Mummy." I groaned, as I smashed against her again. "Which man wouldn't be, when he is with you! Oh, I love you so much, sasu maa!"SMOOCH!We kissed again. I loved kissing my mother-in-law's fulsome lips. I pressed deep against her again, burying my cock inside her, and then kissed her again.SMOOCH!"You know how to use your tongue when you kiss me, jamai babu." Poonam giggled and tousled my hair. "Vidya has taught you well. Now, beta, don't cum immediately, ok?""Yes, Mummy." I told her, even as I continued to fuck her. "I now last a bit longer, you know.""Of course, jamai babu." Poonam giggled. "Of course."SMOOCH!My mother-in-law kissed me again."When should I cum, sasu maa?" I asked, even as I plunged again and again into her cunt.SLAP!I was given a good tight slap by my mother-in-law."Shut up, jamai babu. I

"Honey, did you wear my panties yet?" Vidya called out. She was in the bedroom, getting ready, while I was downstairs in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner we had prepared for my boss Mr. Sarun. "I had put all the frilly ones and the thongs in your desk drawer.""Um, no, my love." I yelled back. "Just cleaning up the pot roast for presentation.""Oh, babe." I could hear the disappointment in Vidya's voice as she started to walk down the stairs to admonish me in the kitchen. Her quick steps alerted me to the fact that she was taking this seriously."You KNOW Sirjee has ordered that you, my cuckolded husband, to always wear MY panties instead of your underwear during his visits here." Vidya came into the kitchen and scolded me. Her voice carried a hint of amusement, but also concern. "After all, you don't want to anger him. Ever since we have told him ... last week ... that ... I am ... ok to ... to be bred by him ... you know ... that ... he is going to make me pregnant

"Hey Rajesh!"Mr. Sarun's loud voice boomed through my headset speakers as his face filled the laptop's screen. The Zoom call with my CEO was on, and inwardly, I squirmed in my seat. Forget Mr. Sarun being physically present, just the mere authority of his commanding voice was enough to make me feel emasculated. All because, of course, the fact that my wife and I were basically his modern-day slaves. He dominated our lives, and we did whatever we were told to do by him. Despite our marriage, he was fucking my wife at will on a regular basis, and I was helpless to stop it. Not only that, I had to constantly thank him for actually fucking my wife."Sir." I was in my office, seated at my desk, and the door to my office was closed. "How are you, Sir?"Despite everything, despite all my feelings, I had to be nice. I had to be extremely polite to the man who comes to India just to bury his big fat cock in my wife's juicy cunt, and who repeatedly reminds me of that fact that I was a cuckold."I

"Are you sure about the numbers?" My boss Mr. Sarun's brow was furrowed, and over the Zoom call I saw him rub his temples. As the CEO of the company, Mr. Sarun was not immune to taking risks, but I knew this would be a completely new area for the company."Yes, Sir." I replied confidently. "You had the chance to look over them. What do you think?""Hmm." As usual, Mr. Sarun was initially non-committal. "Prediction is always a risky game, Rajesh, especially about the future.""Sir. You have seen my research." I pointed out. "It's very thorough. I also showed you exactly how much these companies are paying currently. It will be very easy to beat those prices, undercut these companies, and enter the market in a dominant position."And, Sir, you should know all about dominant positions, I thought to myself.Mr. Sarun paused for a moment, and then looked at me."I will be honest, Rajesh. It's an excellent idea. And your research is very thorough. But somehow, I am not sure we need to take this