I See My Maid Cleaning The House Alone I Hugged Her And Started Fucking Her Ass
Title: A Forbidden Rendezvous
The day was sweltering, the sun beating down relentlessly on the corrugated tin roof of the small Bangladesh household. Sweat trickled down Javed’s brow as he slumped on the threadbare couch, sipping runny chai. His wife Sumayyah was out running errands, leaving their buxom maid Ayna to tend to the house alone.
Ayna, a fetching 19-year-old with lustrous dark hair, poured herself into the chores. The thin fabric of her salwar kameez clung to her voluptuous curves as she mopped the floors, her ample bosom heaving with each energetic swipe. Javed couldn’t take his eyes off her, his gaze following her every swaying step, feeling a stirring in his loins.
Mustering his courage, Javed rose and crept up behind Ayna. She jumped as his beefy hands clasped her wide hips, fumbling with the drawstring of her pants. “Sahib! What are you doing?” she gasped, attempting to wriggle free. But Javed was resolute, his words dripping with sugary promise.
“Oh come now Ayna, your body is a work of art, begging to be admired. I can only restrain myself for so long…” His fingers burrowed into the plush padding of her backside, kneading the supple flesh. She yelped softly, but the protests died on her lips as Javed’s skillful hands stroked and caressed, making her knees quake. Soon, she melted into his embrace, surrendering herself to his inadequately concealed lust.
Javed impatiently tore at Ayna’s clothes, buttons flying every which way. Her full breasts sprang free, rosy nipples puckered in the humid air. He lavished attention on them, suckling and gently biting until Ayna mewled with pleasure. With a savage grunt, he spun her around and bent her over the arm of the couch, ready to claim his prize.
“Please Sahib, I am a virgin,” Ayna protested weakly even as she presented her rump for his use. “Will it not hurt?”
Javed paid her no mind, too enraptured by the succulent globes of her ass, practically rippling with each tremor of anticipation that coursed through her nubile body. He admired his reflection in the shining surface of her behind – the juxtaposition of their skin tones was mesmerizing.
Chuckling darkly, Javed unfastened his pants, freeing his aching cock. He rubbed it against Ayna’s dripping entrance, teasingly, tauntingly. She climaxed immediately, a strangled cry escaping her throat at the shockingly pleasurable sensation. White-hot desire consumed her, merging with shame and trepidation. Her body yearned to be stretched and filled utterly by the cock that prodded her so cruelly.
With a bestial growl, Javed buried himself to the hilt in Ayna’s unbelievably tight heat. Her pussy quivered and clenched around him as an excruciating bolt of ecstasy seared his body. Balling the nap of Ayna’s neck in his fist, he began to piston in and out of her weeping sheath at a furious pace.
Ayna’s body was racked with spasms, each violent thrust hitting something deep inside her that made stars explode behind her tightly shut eyes. She buried her face in the cushions, smothering her animalistic, fuck-me-now cries lest her mistress return to catch them in flagrante delicto.
Javed savagely pounded his cock into Ayna’s clenching cunt, grunting like a beast. His climax swiftly approached, his balls drawing up in preparation. With a roar of completion that echoed through the house, he exploded, pumping endless streams of seed deep into Ayna’s womb. He imagined his potent spunk taking root in her fertile young body, growing into a bouncing baby boy.
When Javed finally withdrew, wet smacks and squelches filled the air. Thick rivulets of ejaculate dripped down Ayna’s thighs, a permanent reminder of their sordid secret tryst. She whimpered softly, oversensitive from the brutal fucking as she gingerly shifted to relieve the deep ache in her core.
Javed smiled smugly, swaggering over to wash his cock in the kitchen sink. He’d conquered and mated with the servant girl, as was his birthright. Purloining a sweet from the plate on the counter, he sauntered out the front door, leaving Ayna alone with her confusion and blossoming deviant lust.
From that day forward, Ayna threw herself into her chores with renewed zeal and anticipation, praying fervently that her Sahib would grace her with another violent coupling. The mere thought of his thick meat splitting her open and claiming her womb quickered her heartbeats. No longer could she deny the naughty truth – as a maid, she existed solely to service the horny males of the household.
And serve him she would, like a whore seduced by her Master. The allure of Javed’s cock and the depraved thrill of being used by him utterly enthralled her, a succulent morsel ripe for the devouring. Sated but hungry for more, Ayna collapsed to the floor, back arched and legs splayed, spreading invitably the gooey fruits of their sin. As sexual energy fizzed through her veins, she slid a hand between her legs to keep her properly ready for round two.
