Hot Indian Teen Maid in Saree stripped and fucked rough by house owner

The sun beat down mercilessly on the sprawling villa, its rays cascading through the open windows and painting the interior in a warm, golden hue. In the bustling kitchen, an Indian maid,ressed in a traditional saree, hummed a melodious tune as she went about her chores. Her name was Meera, and she had been employed by the wealthy Verma family for several months now.

Meera was a stunning young woman, barely out of her teens, with raven black hair that cascaded down her back in a silky waterfall. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and her full, pouty lips seemed to always be curled into a small, secret smile. She was the epitome of an Indian goddess, her dark complexion flawless and her physique curvy in all the right places.

The Vermas had always found Meera quite irresistible, with the husband, Mr. Verma, often sneaking glances at her when his wife wasn’t looking. Today, as Meera bent over to wipe the floor, her round, firm ass peeking out from under her saree, Mr. Verma couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire coursing through his body.

“Meera,” he called out, his voice low and authoritative. “Come here, please.”

The maid straightened up, turning to face her employer with a smile. “Yes, sir? How can I assist you?”

Mr. Verma’s eyes raked over her body, taking in every curve and contour. “I have a special task for you, my dear. Follow me.”

Meera arched an eyebrow but obediently followed Mr. Verma as he led her towards his bedroom. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to face her, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Now then, my little maid, I want you to strip,” he commanded, his voice dripping with lust.

Meera gasped, her eyes widening in shock. “Sir, I… I can’t do that. It’s not proper.”

Mr. Verma chuckled darkly, taking a step closer to her. “Oh, but you can, and you will. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Meera. I know you want this as much as I do.”

He reached out, trailing a finger along her collarbone, making her shiver. Meera bit her lip, her resolve crumbling under his intense gaze. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she began to undo the knot of her saree.

Mr. Verma watched, his eyes devouring every inch of skin as it was revealed. The saree slipped to the floor, leaving Meera clad in only a thin blouse and a humble cotton petticoat. Her dark nipple poked against the fabric, and Mr. Verma felt his cock harden in his pants.

“Keep going,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Meera unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall away to reveal her bare breasts. They were full and round, with dusky pink nipples that seemed to beg for his touch. He reached out, cupping them in his hands, relishing the feel of her soft skin against his palms.

As he kneaded her breasts, Mr. Verma tugged her petticoat down, exposing her dripping wet pussy. “Fuck, Meera, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, swiping a finger through her slick folds.

Meera let out a breathy moan, arching into his touch. “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. “I’ve always wanted you.”

“Good girl,” Mr. Verma praised, before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.

He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting her sweetness as he pushed her back onto the bed. Meera lay there, panting and writhing, as Mr. Verma stripped off his own clothes, revealing his thick, hard cock.

“You’re going to take every inch of me, Meera,” he grunted, positioning himself between her thighs.

Meera nodded, spreading her legs wider in invitation. “Yes, sir. I want you to fuck me hard.”

With that, Mr. Verma plunged into her tight, wet heat, groaning at the sensation of her walls clenching around him. He began to thrust, hard and fast, setting a relentless pace that had Meera crying out in pleasure.

“Yes, yes, fuck me, sir!” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Mr. Verma pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. He could feel her pussy fluttering around him, her orgasm building with each stroke of his cock. When she finally came, screaming his name, he followed right after, spurting his hot seed deep inside her.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breaths, before Mr. Verma pulled out and stood up. “Clean yourself up and get back to work, Meera,” he ordered, tucking his spent cock back into his pants.

Meera nodded, a sly smile playing on her lips as she gathered her clothes and hurried out of the room. She knew this was just the beginning of a deliciously forbidden affair, one that would satisfy both their needs and desires.

As she walked back into the kitchen, Meera couldn’t help but hum a little tune, her hips swaying to the rhythm. The sun still shone brightly through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room, but something had changed. The air seemed thicker, heavier with the weight of their secret tryst.

Meera smiled to herself, eager for the next time she would feel Mr. Verma’s touch, his hard cock plunging into her eager depths. She knew better than to refuse him again. After all, she was just a simple maid, and a maid should always obey her master’s commands.

And so, life at the Verma villa carried on, with Mr. Verma’s desire for his maid growing with each passing day. Meera knew she would always be there, ready and willing to satisfy his every need, no matter how naughty or taboo it might be.

For she was a good little maid, after all, and good maids always do as they’re told.