Cute Teen Indian Maid Fucked hard by her Owner after Massage

The curvaceous Indian maid Sita had been serving the Desai household for several months now. With her dusky skin, ample breasts, and the hypnotic sway of her wide hips as she cleaned the house, it was no wonder that the middle-aged patriarch, Mr. Desai, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. And when she bent over to dust the furniture, presenting her tight, round ass in those skimpy shorts, he found it impossible not to reach out and run his hand along the smoothness of her brown thighs.

One day, as Sita was making the bed in the master bedroom, Mr. Desai appeared in the doorway. “Ah, there you are,” he said, his eyes roaming over her scantily clad body with unabashed lust. “I need you to come massage my shoulders. They’re quite tense.”

Sita paused in her task, surprised by the request. “Sir, I’m just a maid. I’m not sure I know how to give a massage.”

Mr. Desai waved off her concerns. “Nonsense, it’s quite simple. Just remove your top and put some lotion on your hands. Then use your soft breasts to rub the tension out of my back and shoulders.”

Sita’s face flushed hotly at the suggestion, but hesitation only lasts a moment before her natural submissiveness took over. “Yes Sir, of course. Whatever you wish.” She slowly peeled off her tank top, revealing her full,Gravity-Defying breasts barely contained in a lacy, purple bra. With trembling hands, she squeezed lotion into her palms and began to massage Mr. Desai’s shoulders.

“Mmm…that feels wonderful,” Mr. Desai groaned, the rough fabric of his polo shirt scratchy against Sita’s sensitive nipples. Finding confidence, she rolled her chest against him harder, rubbing the slippery lotion into his skin with her pillowy breasts.

Emboldened, Mr. Desai reached around and unhooked Sita’s bra, allowing her soft mounds to overflow into his waiting hands. He groped and squeezed them roughly as she continued her massage. “Such a good girl,” he purred, pinching her engorged nipples. “You’re 18, right? Old enough to understand what a man like me needs.”

Breathless with arousal and trepidation, Sita simply nodded. She knew this was wrong, but the intensity of Mr. Desai’s touch and the heat building between her legs made it difficult to care. “Yes sir, I’m old enough,” she said meekly. “I’ll do anything you need.”

Mr. Desai’s smile was wolfish as he spun her around and pushed her forward over his desk. “You’ll do far more if you want to keep this job,” he growled. In one swift motion, he yanked down her shorts and panties, revealing her smooth, peach-shaped ass and glistening pink slit. “Fuck, that’s the sweetest cunt I’ve seen in years. Spread your legs wide.”

Sita obeyed, humiliated but desperately aroused, as Mr. Desai knelt behind her and dragged the tip of his tongue through her wet folds. She gasped and bucked at the foreign sensation. He gripped her hips and devoured her like a starving man, licking and sucking at her most intimate places. When he focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex, Sita couldn’t hold back a wanton moan. “Ohhhh yes sir! Don’t stop!”

Mr. Desai only stopped long enough to remove his pants and boxers. His huge, thick cock sprang free, the swollen head already dripping with precum. Sita alumni and bracing herself against the desk, she spread her legs wider in invitation, the primal urge to be filled overwhelming her last shreds of shame. “Fuck me, sir. Hard and deep! Claim your property!”

With a victorious roar, Mr. Desai lined himself up and drove into Sita’s tight, virgin passage like a pile-driver. The breathless shriek that escaped her throat wassecondary to the feeling of being stretched and completed in ways she’d never dreamed. He wasted no time in a slow build, rapidly finding a brutal, hammering pace that shook her entire body.

Sita’s moans turned into incoherent babbling. She’d never felt so full, so owned. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure teeming through her nerves, overloading her senses until all she could do was surrender to the filthy, delicious sensation of being split open on Mr. Desai’s thick cock. “Yes yes yes! Harder!” she sobbed. “Wreck me!”

Sita’s inner muscles clutched hungrily at Mr. Desai as he abused her cunt, too desperate to come to feel anything other than the vulgar plundering between her legs. When his fingers found her clit and rubbed mercilessly, she came with a scream, gushing all over his pistoning cock. Her orgasm triggered his own, and with one final, bruising thrust, he buried himself deep and released a torrent of cum inside her spasming passage.

Both collapsed, panting and slick with sweat. Mr. Desai kissed the back of Sita’s neck possessively as he softened inside her. “Naughty girl. Don’t think for a moment that this is over. I’m going to fuck you every day, every way I desire. And you’ll love it, won’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Sita whispered, a contented smile playing at her lips. “I’m yours now. Your good little fucktoy to enjoy however you wish.”

With that, a new chapter began for the obedient Indian maid and her insatiable master. One full of pleasure, degradation, and so, so much naughtiness.