Sex with servant

This happened when I shifted to Trichur town on a vacation for a few months away from the pollution of the city. I rented a house, away from the main town. It was two hours from the market and the nearest house was 8 miles away. Fortunately the house had no electricity or water problems.

The property dealer, Mr. Menon assured me that he would arrange for a servant for cleaning and cooking. I had a room vacant on the terrace, which the servant could use. However there was only one bathroom. So I would have to share it with the servant. I hated the idea but I dreaded the thought of cooking and cleaning all by myself, so I agreed. I was lying on the couch enjoying the pleasant view from the window of the lush mountain peaks and the fresh breeze when there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and saw an old man in his late fifties, thin and bony with a hunch. He introduced himself as Kumaran. “Mr. Menon has sent me; you needed a servant for a few months”. I looked at him and decided mentally that no way am I going to hire this crock. I told him rudely, thinking that it would discourage him, “I cannot pay more than 500 Rupees”. His eyes shined. I realized that I had quoted way more than he had expected. Cursing myself, I started thinking of some excuse to get rid of him” But will you be able to do all the work?” I asked.

“Don’t worry Sir, me and my wife will do everything. We just need a place to stay and two meals a day. You are kind enough to offer some money too.” “WIFE! Now there will be two hags to handle instead of one. Great!” But to my utter surprise, as I opened the door a bit more I saw a strikingly good looking woman standing in the corner, looking innocently at me. She was wearing a pink cotton saree and a black blouse. Though I could not see any naked flesh but my experience told me that the saree was housing a great body. Of course she was a bit old but my guess was not a day over 35 years.

My decision was made instantaneously. “Okay, okay, you can start from today” I said condescendingly. “Thank you, thank you so much, you will not be disappointed with our work.” said the wife.” We shall keep you happy and take care of all your needs”. I smiled and said to me “You better.” I had decided then it that I shall definitely fuck her.

Well things started to get into a routine soon after that Kumaran would come at six thirty in the morning, take a bath and start to do the cleaning his wife would come at 8.30 to prepare my morning tea and breakfast, while Kumaran would be sweeping the floor. The both would wrap up cooking and cleaning by 12.30 and would go back to the terrace. At about 2.00 in the afternoon after my lunch I used to nap for a few hours. This was the time Latha, Kumaran’s wife would come for her bath. Kumaran always accompanied her. When Latha came out of the bathroom she used to be only in her blouse and petticoat but since Kumaran was around I never dared to really come out of my room and look. The couple would also come in the evening to serve my dinner but would always leave together. So I never had a chance to make my move. Just looking at her move through the house gave me a hard on. I tried to be as discreet as possible especially when Kumaran was also in the same room. What really excited me was the shape of her butt through the thin saree material when she used to wash the utensils over the washbasin. I would make frequent visits to the kitchen when she was working (on some pre text or the other). At times I even stroked my dick a few times, when her back was to me. She of course was oblivious to my attraction. This was really frustrating for me so I resorted to my nice collection of porn to satiate my libido.

On one of my occasional trips to the Market I got a whole crate of beer. I had never heard of the brand but I was not being fussy. Beer was beer and that to in a place like this. That night after Kumaran and Latha left I switched on some porn and opened the first bottle. The women in the flick was getting butt fucked by some dude. When the camera focused on her face I imagined it to be Latha. I masturbated on that and went off to sleep.

The next day I noticed that the crate contained one beer bottle less. I realized instantly that Kumaran must have taken it. This got me interested, so I didn’t mention this to Kumaran and acted as tough I had not noticed the absence of the bottle. In the evening I made a trip to the Bazaar and purchased a few rum and whisky bottles. The next day the same story repeated but this time Kumaran couldn’t even make it on time for the morning chores.

At 8.30 sharp Latha came in. She seemed to be a bit worried and embarrassed. She told me that Kumaran was not feeling well today so she’ll do all the work. I was elated, finally a chance to be alone with this lush creature. My plan had worked, I had guessed correctly. Kumaran was an alcoholic. And it did dawn upon me that now I was coming closer to fulfill my fantasy.

Latha went to the kitchen to pick up the broom. When she returned she had tucked the Palloo of her saree in her petticoat exposing a bit of her beautiful belly. Though I couldn’t see her navel. I was sure that she had actually tied her petticoat much below the navel. I tried my best not to gawk at her bare belly but it was amazingly curvaceous and smooth. My next aim was to see her navel and caress that belly with my hands. But before that I had to ensure that Kumaran was actually asleep. So I went up to the terrace and peeked in through the window. Kumaran was lying on the floor. His mouth open, snoring away to glory. I could see the empty rum bottle by his side. Satisfied I came down inside the house. Latha was still sweeping the floor. Her waist was glistening with sweat making it sexier. In fact looking at her made me so horny that I could fuck her there and then but I knew that I had to be patient.

Any girl between 19-30 can mail me at [email protected] call me at 05265276506.