My Big-Breasted Maid Reshma – Part 2

Hi, guys Benjamin here. Hope you all liked the previous part of this series. Your wait is now over. I’m gonna tell you all the mischievous things that I did with Reshma after that day. If you don’t know who Reshma is then you must read the first part, I bet you’ll love her.

So, after all the action I got from Reshma on that day I was eagerly waiting for her. It was Saturday and my day off from work. The whole night I was thinking about what all I can do with her. I can fuck her in the ass or gag her till she chokes or pound her juicy boobs or there’s just so much.

Just then, ‘Ding. Dong.’ rang the door-bell. Reshma is here. I jumped out of my bed and went to the door. I opened the door. There she was standing. Her cleavage fully uncovered. Those big juicy boobs fighting each other to take more space in the blouse.

This time she didn’t make an effort to hide her cleavage as I stared at it. She smiled and went straight to the kitchen. As she went by her ass swayed making a tent in my boxers. Her saree was tightly wrapped around her round ass. But wait, where’s the pantyline?

Oh shit! She’s not wearing any panties today. This made my cock rock hard. I closed the door and went after her. There she was standing doing dishes. The way she was doing the dishes I can tell she’s more professional when she does me.

Anyways, I went behind her, put my arms around her waist and started kissing her neck. She didn’t look surprised, and no resistance either. Instead, she closed her eyes and moaned. While kissing her neck, I ground my cock on her ass. I bit her ear.

“Aaahhhh, shaitan!” she exclaimed.

“Abhi to shaitani shuru ki hai,” I said.

I turned her. I went close to her lips. But I didn’t kiss her. She leaned in to kissed. I backed out. “Kyu tadpa raha hai,” she said. I smiled and said, “Aaj kuch alag lag rahi ho.”

“Kya alag?” she said.

I grabbed her pussy from above her saree and said, “Aaj panty pahenna bhul gayi, ya jaruri nahi samjha.”

She smiled and said, “Tere wajah se pahanna jaruri nahi samjha.”

I leaned in to kiss her. She responded. In the kitchen, we stood kissing wildly with water running from the tap in the sink. Her hands smeared in soapy water. She tasted like strawberry. I grabbed her ass with both my hands and pressed it tightly. She began kissing even wildly.

After we were satisfied sucking each other’s lips. She said, “Puchne ki zarurat to hai nahi, kyunki mana to tum kabhi karoge nahi.” I couldn’t understand what she said. But then immediately she went on her knees. She pulled my boxers down. Took my cock in her hands and began stroking.

“Sach me bohot bada hai, kal jab apne pati ka hila rahi thi to kitna patla tha. Tera to pure haat mein bhi nahi aata hai.” Saying this she put my cock in her mouth. She just sucked the tip. She moved her tongue all over the tip in a circular manner. “Aaaaahh,” I moaned. I told her to not use her hands.

It was the best moment ever. My maid was sucking on my dick. The maid I dreamt to fuck about, is down on her knees. I can shoot my load in her mouth. The thought of it is enough to make me cum. I made her lean against the wall, held her head with my hands and told her to be still.

I then began to fuck her mouth. Slowly I pushed my cock in her mouth. I pushed more and she gagged and coughed. “Itna bada pura nahi le sakti muh mein, aaram se dalo,” she said. I nodded and continued fucking her mouth. With every stroke, I pushed my fat cock even more inside.

I could sense the cum rising in my balls. And I could tell there is gonna be loads of it. I increased my speed. Finally, as I was about to cum, I pushed all of my 7 inch cock in her mouth and held her. I started cumming in the mouth.

“Aaaaaah,” I moaned.

She was scratching on my thighs with her nails and hitting me hard to leave. But I kept cumming in her throat. When I was done I pulled out my dick. She inhaled as if she was almost drowned.

“Aaj to tune mar hi dala tha,” she said.

“Marne ka to pata nahi, par dala to tha. Koi bhi tujhe itne acche se nahi chodega jitna maza main de raha hu,” I said.

She stood up. I shifted the gas stove and told her to sit on the platform. I pulled her saree up. I ran my fingers around her thighs. Then her inner thighs. And finally, the sides of her pussy. I didn’t touch her pussy. Just kept running my hand from her feet to her inner thighs to her pussy sides and back down.

She had her eyes closed and was enjoying the caressing. She wasn’t probably loved ever before in her life, just used as a sex object to fuck and bear children. I caressed her thighs with one hand while pressing her boobs with another. Kissing her neck, her ears, her eyes. She looked so beautiful.

After a while, she became aroused as I could feel some fluid as I massaged around her pussy. She became so aroused that she held my hand and began rubbing it on her pussy. I then inserted two of my fingers, in her vagina and with the thumb, I rubbed her clitoris.

While fingering her I was sucking on her juicy boobs. After a while, I increased my pace, and put two fingers of my other hand on her lips. She opened her mouth and started sucking them without saying anything without opening her eyes. After a while, I could sense she was gonna cum so I pulled out my fingers.

I took my cock and rubbed it on her pussy. I pointed it at her pussy and in one strong thrust pushed all 7 inches inside her. She cried, “Aaaahh.” And leaned forward to hug me. I wrapped her in my arms and began fucking her on my kitchen platform.

She responded to every stoke. Moving her hips in rhythm to my strokes. “Bas aise hi,” she moaned with closed eyes. After a while, she began to shake. She hugged me tightly and held my hairs in her both hands and bite my shoulder. I increased my speed and she started moaning even louder.

Just then the door-bell rang.

So that’s all folks for now. Stay tuned and message me on the below email. If I receive enough emails I’ll release the next part. Thanks for reading. Email – [email protected].