Mature maid

Marsella was a mature maid – past fifty and possibly past sixty too. But she was good to look at – dark, busty and big bottomed. She loved to wear her sari low on the waist and one occasionally got a good peek at her “bembi”. Her mistress was constantly going out of town and I was constantly visiting the house to see if all was well. Of course there was an ulterior motive and that was to screw Marsella.

One evening I called on the house and discovered that the mistress had gone outstation. As usually, Marsella welcomed me, possibly glad for the company and gave me tea and biscuits. We made small talk and watched television. She sat on a chair by the dining table and I was on the sofa in the drawing room. On the pretext of placing my used cup in the sink, I walked behind her. As I was walking back, I saw a small piece of paper sticking to the back of her blouse. Almost nonchalantly I pushed it off her with my hands. The touch was almost electrifying. She jumped up and I had to console her that it was only a small scrap of paper sticking to her. So she settled down again and without a care, I placed by hand again on her back. This time she did not get startled and emboldened, I let my hand roam over her back on the parts exposed from her blouse. She liked that. Her body was warm – almost a warmth in anticipation of things to come.

I stood behind her and put both my arms around her shoulders, letting them gradually run over her massive boobs which were tightly enclosed in her blouse. I massaged and kneaded the flesh, letting my fingers squeeze the nipples to make them hard. Marsella responded by clutching my hands and guiding them to places where she felt more desirable. She let me undo her blouse from the front and then her bra from the back, giving me more freedom to feel and massage her tits. I liked lifting them up and then squeezing them gradually till I was at the nipples. I bent over her shoulder and she let me suck them too.

Without fuss, she unzipped my fly and sprang my tool – now beginning to harden with excitement. As I stood before her, she unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers – hey – no underwear – ready for action. Deftly she skinned my fleshy banana and then slowly started sucking the engorged head of my cock, taking first a small bit in her mouth and then increasingly the full length of my shaft till she was almost balls deep. She had a good deep throat action and her style was cool. She grasped by ball sack and would go all the way down on my cock till I could feel the back of her throat. Not bad for a mature maid.

I managed to struggle out of my pants and underwear – not an easy task when you are getting the end of your cock chewed. I took off my shirt and stood stark naked in front of Marsella as she made out with my engorged cock. When she was done, I walked her to the sofa and lifted her legs, pushing her sari up her chubby thighs. Without any fuss, I opened her wide and exposed her pussy to the big wide world. She was shaved clean and the pink of her cunt was just visible via the slit. A small trickle of cunt juice was noticeable. I sat before her and started to eat her pussy. First I licked her cunt from inside and then worked my way up to her clit. The down I went, and further down to lick the tight rose of her ass. I lubricated her with enough spit and then for good measure shoved a finger straight up her poop shooter. I could feel the grip of her sphincter on my finger and the suction was so powerful, I almost did myself a mischief.

Her sari was in tangles by now, so we took a breather to unwrap it and then she got out of her petticoat. Like me, she was also stark naked now. I got between her legs and let my ramrod easy into her snatch. Taking a firm place to rest my heels, I gave her a few trial strokes of my member. As my cock became comfortable in her juicy vagina, I increased the pace of my thrusts, till I was fucking her like a piston. My balls were slapping against her butt and her juices were overflowing.

I stopped for just a minute, only to turn her over and then fuck her from the rear. By now her bunny was nice and slimy so I was going in and out of her with ease. I withdrew from her cunt and spread the cheeks of her ass. With aim, I spat on her anus and then bringing my cockhead to bear, jammed my shaft up her shitter. Holding her by her waist, I wasted no time driving my shaft into the depths of her rectum, making sure that on my downward plunge, my balls were touching the lips of her vagina. I don’t know how many of you have fucked a plump maid, but let me tell you it is an experience you must have.

I withdrew my steed from her most private hole and got her to suck it so that she could taste her anal juices, before giving her another jack up the ass. As I came out of her for the second time, I felt the urge in my balls and with masterly timing, I turned her around and gave her my cumshot straight in the face.

You know if you juggle with the letters in Maid Marsella, you get “I alarm damsel”, but in this case nothing could be further than the truth. This old biddy was just waiting to be fucked and like always, I was at the right place at the right time.