The Maid

The son of a successful industrialist, Rohit Khanna’s executive position at his family’s company allowed him to concentrate on his greatest talents: as socialite and playboy. His hot, young wife Sonia’s job was to stay at home and spend money. That is, when she wasn’t satisfying her husband with her succulent curves and bottomless appetites, or inviting sexy outsiders into their play!

But what was missing in the Khanna marriage was a child. Sonia was unable to conceive, and the couple could never truly be happy until they had a little one of their own. They had only been married for three years, but the weight of their barrenness was beginning to take its toll. This particular weekday afternoon, Sonia was joining Rohit for lunch at the Blue Oyster Café.

“Thanks for meeting me,” said Rohit. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your shopping too much.”

“Don’t be silly, Rohit. You know I love meeting you for lunch.” Sonia was wearing a white blouse unbuttoned just enough to make a man wonder what it hid underneath.

“So, did you find anything nice, today?” he said, making conversation, his hand taking hers across the table.

“I’ll show you when you get home, tonight.” she winked. “I’m going to have to cut lunch short, though. That new maid, Chameli? She starts today.”

“You know, she could probably wait a little,” he teased, sipping from a glass of wine. “You look so delicious. I was hoping for some dessert.”

“You are so bad.” Sonia adjusted the lapel of her blouse so that he could see her pink bra. She also slipped on foot out of its sandal and reached under the table to feel up Rohit’s cock. “And so hard!

“You, darling, are a cruel woman,” he groaned, as Sonia’s toes stroked his cock through his trousers.

Back at the office, Rohit relaxed behind his empty desk as he chatted on his mobile phone. “I’m sure they’ll agree to it. I’ll get the contract drafted.”

After ending the call he pushed the speaker button on his desk phone. “Mahika, can you come in please?”

“Sir?” she said upon entering. Rohit’s secretary was a knock-out. She was also among the beautiful young creatures the Khannas has lured into their bedroom. Today she was wearing a black pantsuit, with nothing under the jacket but a white lace bra.

“Mahika, I need you to take a dictation”

“Yes, sir. Is that all, though?” she said, nibbling on the tip of a pen. “Your wife called and said you didn’t get any dessert at lunch.”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

Back at the Khannas’ well-groomed estate, Sonia was in the sitting room interviewing Chameli, a conservative, traditional, yet extremely attractive lower-caste girl with her hair in a braid. “I am sure you will like it here,” she was saying. “My husband and I don’t have too many demands. And, of course, the pay should be enough for you to send money back home as well.”

Sonia took in the winsome, simple girl and the plain sari she arrived wearing.

“But first we’ll need to get a change of clothes.”

“I don’t mind them getting dirty. Mrs. Khanna.”

“Don’t be silly. We have a uniform you can wear.”

Sonia led Chameli to the servant’s room and showed her the uniform she had laid out for her. “Go ahead and change and then you can begin work.”

After Sonia left, the new maid disrobed and tried on the long white skirt and revealing choli. “Hai, Ram,” she whispered to herself. “They want me to wear this? It is too pretty.” But as she stood in the mirror admiring herself the clothes, she had to admit that she looked good in them.

Changing clothes herself in the master bedroom, Sonia was more to the point on the phone with Rohit. “I think you’ll like her. She’s cute and young and eager.”

“Sonia? Are you thinking–”

“I think she’d be perfect, ” Sonia replied, smiling mischievously.

“Come on, darling. We’ve tried this before.”

“I know Mahika said no, but maybe Chameli will be more open. We want a baby.”

“Just don’t get your hopes up,” her husband warned.

“I know, but Mahika worked out in other ways, right? By the way, how is Mahika? Is she–”

“Sharing dessert? Actually, she is, and she’s awful sorry that you couldn’t join us.”

Indeed, as Rohit was speaking with Sonia, his secretary had made herself comfortable under his desk and was slowly, softly sliding her tongue up and down his hard cock. If she had listened carefully, Sonia would have been able to hear the slurping sound of Mahika blowing her husband.

“Just make sure you save room for some more tonight,” Sonia said before hanging up. “Have fun, and tell her I said hi.”

“You’re going to spoil me,” Mahika said. She was now naked, on all fours atop Rohit’s desk. He had just slipped his cock into her dripping wet pussy from behind. “What if I can’t find a husband as well endowed as you?”

“Well,” he considered as the head of his dick sank deep into her tight, wet sheath, “You’re always welcome to drop by the house.”

Sonia, meanwhile, was catching some sun on the back patio in a micro-bikini, sucking on a popsicle. It would have been a scandalous spectacle had any of her old-money neighbours been able to see over the security wall. As it was, her only audience was the one she wanted: Johnny, the young groundskeeper with the killer body.

“Oh, Johnny?…” she called.

Johnny was standing only a meter away clipping a shrub, sweat pasting his thin T-shirt against his chiseled chest, the bulge in his tight jeans distractingly enormous.

“Yes, Mrs. Khanna?”

“Come sit and have a cool drink,” she invited. “I wouldn’t want it to get out that I drive my help too hard.”

Johnny poured two glasses of lemonade, perspiration dripping off him like rain.

“That’s disgusting, Johnny. Take that off and dry yourself.”

Sonia extended him a beach towel after enjoying his striptease.

The Khannas’ cook watched from the kitchen, a disapproving expression clouding her face as Chameli passed by the doorway with basket of wash.

“I’m on my way to the laundry,” she said as an introduction. “Do you have any dirty towels since I’m here?”

The cook didn’t respond.

“Pardon,” Chameli tried again. “I’m new here, and I–”

“Oh, there’s plenty of dirty laundry around here, all right!” the cook scowled, nevertheless still spying.

Outside, the shirtless Johnny was flexing his muscles for his boss’ wife, who couldn’t keep her hands off his mountains of flesh.

“My goodness, but you’re a hard body!” she said, studying the throb in his pants. “Since you’re taking a break, how about I massage those muscles for you?”

“You wouldn’t believe some of the things I see,” the cook told Chameli in the kitchen. “You just watch yourself around that couple.”

“But Mrs. Khanna seems so friendly,” protested the new maid.

“That’s the problem.” The cook fussily dried her hands on a dish towel. “They’re too friendly!”

Has this country girl bitten off too much, coming to work for the modern, sexually open Khannas? How will Chameli react to the couples’ advances?? And what will her reaction be when she learns of their ultimate desire, a child-bearing surrogate???

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