新請來的畢業生女僕單獨在家無聊玩弄一下2

The door clicked shut with a soft thud, leaving the petite graduate, Meena, all alone in the lavish mansion. She had been hired just that morning as a graduate maid by the elderly couple who lived there, and was given the day to settle into her new living quarters and familiarize herself with the sprawling estate.

Meena sighed, the opulence of her surroundings not lost on her. The glittering chandeliers, the plush Persian rugs, the high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings…it was a far cry from her humble origins. She knew she should feel grateful, but as she wandered aimlessly through the empty rooms, an unbearable boredom began to creep in.

She had expected the elderly couple to show her around, give her some tasks to do, but they had vanished shortly after her arrival, muttering something about a doctors appointment. Now, she was left to twiddle her thumbs with nothing to occupy her time.

Meena wandered into what she assumed was the master bedroom. She was shocked to find a large, ornate four-poster bed dominating the space. The lush duvet looked so inviting, begging for someone to sink into it. Meena couldn’t help herself. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed, losing herself in the cloud-like softness.

Before she knew what she was doing, her hands had slipped beneath the hem of her short maid uniform. Her fingers trailed up her bare thighs, tracing the edge of her lacy panties. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she recalled the sensual scene from the night before. The way her roommate Niharika touched herself, the way she writhed in ecstasy…

Meena’s breath grew shallow as she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. Her delicate folds were slick with arousal, the evidence of her forbidden desires. She stroked herself gently, sighing at the forbidden pleasure she was giving herself.

Just then, the door to the bedroom creaked open. Meena froze, her heart pounding in her chest. The elderly couple stood in the doorway, shocked expressions on their weathered faces.

Meena stumbled to her feet, her fingers still buried between her legs. She stammered out an apology, but her words were lost in a wave of embarrassment.

The elderly couple exchanged a knowing look. The husband spoke up, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t stop on our account, my dear. Continue. We’d like to watch.”

Meena’s eyes widened in shock. But as she looked at the couple, she saw the hunger in their eyes, the heat of their gaze. She knew they wanted her, wanted to see her pleasure herself for their viewing pleasure.

Slowly, she began to move her fingers again, teasing herself as she watched the couple watch her. Their eyes raked over her body, undressing her with their gaze. Meena felt a pulse of power, knowing she had them in the palm of her hand.

Her other hand began to sponsor her breast, kneating the tender, perky flesh that filled out the front of her uniform. She pinched and tweaked her nipple through the thin fabric, gasping as jolts of pleasure shot through her body.

The couple inched closer, drawn to her like moths to a flame. The wife reached out, her gnarled hand cupping Meena’s hip, squeezing the firm flesh. The husband stood behind the wife, his hands on her shoulders, his eyes never leaving Meena’s face.

Meena let out a startled gasp as the wife’s hand slid between her legs, replacing her own. The elderly woman’s touch was rough, calloused, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Meena’s body. She bucked into the touch, her hips moving in rhythm with the stroke of the woman’s fingers.

The husband began to undress his wife, revealing a lithe, curvaceous body that belied her age. Meena watched, mesmerized, as he kissed and caressed the wife’s body, paying special attention to her breasts. The wife moaned, her fingers moving faster, bringing Meena closer and closer to the edge.

Meena could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her lower belly. She was so close, so very close…with a final, hard stroke of the wife’s fingers, Meena came undone. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure.

As her orgasm subsided, Meena found herself surrounded by the elderly couple. They were both naked now, their bodies entwined with hers. The husband stroked her hair, whispering words of praise and worship. The wife kissed her, her tongue delving into Meena’s mouth, tasting her own arousal.

Meena gave herself over to the moment, to the forbidden pleasure she was experiencing. She knew she should feel ashamed, but all she felt was a deep, abiding satisfaction.

As the couple led her to the bed, Meena knew that her first day as a graduate maid in this mansion had been anything but ordinary. And she had a feeling that it was only the beginning of many more thrilling adventures to come.

Meena awoke the next morning with a start, her heart pounding. The events of the previous day came flooding back to her – the maid uniform, the elderly couple, the erotic encounter…it had all been just a dream.

Relieved, yet somehow disappointed, Meena slipped out of bed and began her morning routine. She was just about to head downstairs when she noticed a small envelope on her bedside table. Inside was a handwritten note:

“Congratulations on your new position as a maid in our home. We are pleased to offer you a bonus of 300,000 Rupees for your performance yesterday. The fondness you show to our wife will be greatly rewarded in the future. Warmly, Minaj & Mitul”

Meena’s eyes widened as she read the note. She couldn’t believe it – the elderly couple must have placed hidden cameras in the bedroom! They had watched her pleasuring herself, had seen everything.

A wave of humiliation washed over Meena, followed by a surge of excitement. The note made it clear that the couple had enjoyed her performance, had even been impressed by it. And they were rewarding her handsomely for it.

Meena stuffed the note into her pocket, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She had a feeling that her life as a maid in this mansion was going to be anything but boring. With a spring in her step, she headed downstairs to start her day, ready to see where this newfound adventure would take her.

As Meena walked into the kitchen, the elderly couple was already there, sipping cups of tea and reading the morning paper. They looked up as she entered, their eyes skimming over her body appreciatively.

“Good morning, Meena,” the husband greeted her, his voice warm and friendly. “We trust you slept well?”

Meena blushed, remembering the dream she’d had. “Yes, very well, thank you,” she replied, busying herself with preparing breakfast.

The wife smiled at her, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “We have a special project for you today, Meena,” she said. “We’d like you to help us with our garden. It’s been neglected for far too long, and we could use your Youth and energy to help bring it back to life.”

Meena nodded, eager to please. As she followed the couple outside, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Little did she know, this “garden project” would lead to a series of increasingly intimate encounters with the elderly couple, each one more scandalous than the last.

But that, dear reader, is a story for another time. For now, let’s just say that Meena’s days as a graduate maid in this mansion were about to become a whole lot more interesting…