The Love Story Of A Maid (Aka, Being Naked In Front Of Pinkyji)

This is a story from a few years back, when I first came to Mumbai. I didn’t get to write it earlier since Smriti didn’t appreciate my writing about it when I was with her. But Shoheli insisted that I write the story of how I lost my virginity before proceeding further with our adventures so here goes. As always, feedback welcome at [email protected]. Also, a warning. Most dialogues are in Hindi as they originally were said. I feel that if I translate it to English, the effect would be lost. So for people who don’t know Hindi, my apologies. No apologies for the excessive detailing, though. That is just how I write it.

When I finished my postgrad, I landed a job in a nice MNC in Delhi. I hailed originally from Madurai so I rented a flat and had a flatmate; a chap from my undergrad days and we shared the flat. Given my incapability to manage a household, he took it upon himself to retain a maid and a cook to ensure upkeep of the house, and I just pitched in with my share of the rent and their monthly salaries. We both were bisexual so we had loads of gay fun with each other, especially when I used to join him in the morning showers. Sadly, he had a girlfriend and I didn’t so whenever she came over, we had to act straight and I only used to look through the keyhole and jack off when they had sex or showered together.

All that, however, is history since I ran afoul of my manager in the company and he decided to try and make life hell for me. To cut a long story short, I quit and decided to move to Mumbai since I had some contacts there who could get me a job (the company where I eventually met Smriti and Kritikaji). I bid a tearful goodbye to my flatmate and kissed him before leaving, promising to send him naked pics of myself whenever he wanted. Soon enough I reached Mumbai and found a flat for myself through one of my colleagues who lived in the same building. Since I was earning much better here, I realized I could afford to live without a roommate and so skipped finding a roommate.

However, then came the problem of finding a maid for upkeep of the house. I didn’t need a cook since we had a good enough canteen in the company where I got heavily subsidised food. My primary problem was comfort: in summers at Delhi, it used to get damn hot so I used to roam around and sleep naked. Since my flatmate and I were gay with each other anyway, he didn’t mind and started doing the same too. And given how hot and sticky Mumbai gets all through the years and since I couldn’t afford an a/c, I obviously preferred roaming around the house naked.

Back in Delhi, we used to leave pretty early in the morning and reach pretty late in the evening so we used to leave a key with our maid and cook so they can come in and do their work in our absence and won’t have to see us naked. But here in the new company, I worked a 2 pm to 2 am shift since most of my team’s clients were based in a different timezone. And if I got a maid here, I’d have to sleep wearing clothes since she would come in to work in the morning when I’m at home. So one day when I was having phone sex with my now ex-flatmate, I was telling him this problem. He suggested that I get a maid who wouldn’t mind my roaming around and sleeping naked. We both went “I wish!” and the conversation soon turned to how I missed his tongue on my shaft.

But the idea re-entered my mind when I started realizing I had to find a maid soon since my house was getting extremely dirty already. My colleague gave me the number of his maid, Pinky, and I had requested her to come over that weekend. We met (I was obviously clothed and hating it) and she seemed a little over forty, neat and well educated, having taken night classes till she matriculated. She seemed like an obvious hire since she even demanded quite less as she was working in other houses in the building. She even looked quite pretty, and not just for a maid. But just as I was about to finalise the deal, the devil in my pants woke up and I decided to take the risk. “Didi, bas ek aur cheez”. “Boliye na bhaiyya”. “Accha do cheez. Pehle toh mujhe ‘bhaiyya’ kehke matt bulaiye; ajeeb sa lag rahaa hai! Aap mere maa jaise ho, so please mere naam se bulaaiye”. She smiled and said, “thik hai Baby, aur doosri cheez?”

And mind you, I actually had no sexual intentions towards her and just wanted to ask this because I genuinely hated sleeping with clothes on in this oppressive heat! So I went, “Ab buraa matt maaniye. Aap sacch mein meri maa jaise ho aur mujhe aap par bahut respect hai.” She gave a confused look and said “Arre hua kya, woh toh bataaiye”. “Agar aapko mere request se buraa lagaa, toh please mujhse gussa matt hoiye. Par yeh ek cheez pe main compromise nahi kar sakta hoon. Agar aapko manzoor nahi toh please mujhe maaf kar dijiye. Aur poochne ke liye bhi please maaf kar dijiye. Par yeh thoda mere liye important hai.” She gave a tense look and said, “Baby, I am a very shareef aurat who works hard to ensure I . Mujhe sirf kaam se kaam hai. You do what you want in your house. I have no problems. I only wants respect for my hard works and my money. Par I won’t do any bad things so please aise kuch matt boliye”. I was really moved by her words. I said, “Aap galat soch liya mere baare mein. I respect you and won’t hurt you. Like I said pehle, aap mere maa jaise ho.” Although I do jack off thinking of my mother and have often looked through holes in the door when she is bathing or changing when I was back home, I didn’t mean that way here!

“Toh bolo na Baby, kya problem hai”. “Pinkyji, main jab Dilli mein tha, hamesha ghar pe free rehta tha kyunki safaai karne wale tab aate the jab main office chale jaata hoon. Par aap jab ghar aayenge, tab main ghar pe rahoonga, aur so rahoonga.” “Toh?” “Toh agar aap buraa nahi maanenge, toh kya aap jab aayenge ghar pe kaam karne ke liye, tab main agar nanga sote rahoonga ya ghar mein nanga rahoonga toh aapko usse koi problem toh nahi hai?” She bit her lips as I said this, somewhat shocked and obviously offended. “Please meri problem samjhiye,” I hurriedly added before she could say anything, “Apne ghar mein thoda free rehna koi buri baat thodi hai. Aur woh bhi apne maa ke samne. Main aapko buri nazar se toh nahi dekh rahaa hoon, naa hi dekhoonga. Aur shaayad jab aap aake kaam karke chale jaayenge, tab tak main sote hi rahoonga. Toh waise aapko koi problem toh nahi hoga. Please maan lijiye. Agar aap manaa karenge toh bhi main aapko hi rakhunga, magar. Pehle jo bola, woh bhool jaaiye. Main aapko bahut respect karta hoon. Please Pinkyji, I am begging you,” so saying, I put my hands together and put my head down, too scared to even look her in the eyes.

After what seemed like an hour (but was only five minutes), she cleared her throat. I looked up, worried sick and hoping she doesn’t tell my colleague! She had a stern look on her face and said, “Aap Vinod bhaiyya (my colleague) ko nahi bataayenge na?” I grinned, ecstatic, jumped up and down and yelled, “Bilkul nahi! Thank you Pinkyji!” and instinctively hugged her. As soon as I hugged her, I realized the mistake and jumped back, apologizing profusely. But she smiled and said, “Baby, you are like a son to me. You are the first maalik jo mujhe itna izzat diya and asked my permission. Bahut haraami log hai who, when I walk into their room, pull their lunds out and show me, yeh sochke ki main turant apni saadi utaarke unke saath sex karoongi. Maderchod log, sabke sab! Sochte ki pagaar dete hain, toh kuch bhi kar satke hain mere saath! Ek kutte ka toh main lund pakadke kheench le gaya uski biwi ke saamne, dikhaane ke liye. Sab ke sab hawas ke bhooke marte hain, saale madarchod log! Aap naa hi mujhe sach bataaye, par aap mere opinion pooche. Aur mujhe yeh bhi samjhaaye ki aapka problem kya hai aur phir bhi bole ki agar main manaa karoon, toh bhi aapko chalega. Aur last mein mereko hug kiye aap. Kuch aise ladies hai kuch ghar mein jo mujhpe chillate hain agar galti se mere haath bed pe ya sofa pe lag gayi toh. Jaise ki main koi jaanwar hoon. Aap mujhe respect karte hain. Thank you.” And she started weeping quite freely at the end of this.

I was really moved and felt happy for what I did, instead of just sleeping naked without even telling her, as I originally planned. I moved forward and hugged her as she sobbed freely. After a couple of minutes, she composed herself and pulled back from my embrace. “Toh, kal subah se aayenge na aap?” I said. She grinned and said “Haan, pakka!” and before I could realize what she was doing, moved forward and pulled my pajamas and briefs down from the waist. “Aur aage se kabhi sharmaiye matt”, she said, took the key from the table and turned to leave. “Pinkyji”, I called after her. She turned back and I hugged her again, “thank you”. She smiled and left.

The next day, I forgot that she was to be coming in. I had partied quite hard the previous night and had reached home at around 6 in the morning, locked the door behind me, shrugged my clothes off and slept. At ten, she rang the bell, but I was lost to all oblivion. Eventually, after five minutes, she called my phone, which I keep right next to me when I sleep. The noise finally woke me up and I received the call, half asleep, half drunk, “Hello?” “Baby, myself Pinky here! Darwaaza kholiye!” Half asleep, I managed to understand that she was at the door and walked out the bedroom to the hall and opened the door, buck naked and with my eyes only half open. She was dressed in her standard marathi style saree and she giggled as she walked in, seeing me naked.

Still half drunk, I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek and said, “Pinkyji you are so cute and sexy” and just tottered back to my bed and fell asleep again. She efficiently finished her work, tried waking me up (as I got to know from her later), and left, locking the door behind her. I eventually woke up at around 12.30 and rushed to work, only barely remembering that she had come in and I had hugged her. Around dinnertime, I texted her on whatsapp and thanked her for cleaning the house. She didn’t reply and I didn’t think much about it. That day was quite long at work and I eventually reached home only around 4 in the morning. As usual, I got naked and went off to sleep. That day, when she rang the bell, I opened the door and apologised for locking it. “Bhool jaata hoon ki aapke paas chaabi hai,” I offered as an apology as I gave her what became my customary hug. “Aaj no kiss for me?” she giggled and playfully pouted. I sheepishly grinned and said I was sorry about that and did that since I was quite drunk. She smiled and hugged me and kissed my cheek. “Baby, aap please sorry matt boliye. I did not felt bad about it, you are nice boy”. I grinned and kissed her cheek back and went off to bed again.

When she was leaving, she tapped my shoulder to see if I was awake. Being a light sleeper, I opened my eyes. She was mischievously smiling and said “Main nikal rahi hoon”. Having no idea what she was smiling about, I hugged her around the waist, still lying down, and said “Bye Pinky. Aap aaj bhi bahut cute dikh rahe ho” and rolled over and slept again; she let herself out. That day was a fairly light day and I got back home around midnight. I ended up waking up by nine itself, but felt too lazy so was lying in my bed. I had remembered to leave the door unlocked so I heard Pinky let herself in around ten. “Pinkyji, aap hi ho na?” I yelled from the bedroom. “Haan Baby. You sleep, its ok”. I laid in bed for a few minutes, as she walked into the bedroom with the broom. “Aap so nahi rahe ho?” she asked as she got about to picking my clothes off the floor where I had dropped them, and putting them in the clothes hamper. “Neend khul gayi”, I offered lazily as an explanation. I watched from my bed as she went about sweeping the floor.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying ass as she swept the floor. And when she bent down to sweep under the bed, I obviously ogled at her cleavage, which sadly wasn’t much since she was just a B-cup. She was moving out of the room when I noticed her smiling again. “Why are you smiling Pinkyji?” I asked, curious. She giggled and ran out to sweep the hall. Shrugging it off, I got up and went over to the washbasin, still buck naked. I washed my face and started brushing. I continued brushing as I spread the newspaper (Pinky brings it in daily) on the dining table and was reading it when I noticed Pinky stealing looks in my direction. I caught her looking once and she blushed visibly and quickly ran to fill water for swabbing the floor. I realized that I had some morning wood and she was staring at my half erect dick, which was shaking quite vigorously as I brushed.

Grinning to myself at her naughtiness, I gave no mind to it and went over to finish brushing and gargle. The washbasin was directly outside the washroom, which she was walking out of with the bucket of water for swabbing the floor. As she passed me by, she gave me a pinch in the ass. Although it didn’t hurt, the surprise of it made me jump. I looked around with eyes wide open in surprise at her cheekiness (no pun intended) as she grinned at me mischievously. “Your penis (she pronounced it ‘pen-is’, instead of ‘pee-nis’) is always hard in the morning, find a girl for yourself,” she said and giggled. I smiled back and said, “kaash! You are the only girl in my life for now”, and stuck my tongue out at her as I turned back to finish gargling.

Once I was done, I turned around to notice she was on her knees and swabbing the floor with a cloth in her hand. I was shocked and yelled, “arre Pinkyji ye kya kar rahe ho!!” She got shocked by my yelling and looked up confused. “Arre I have a mop Pinkyji! Why are you pocha-ing with your hands!” I remonstrated her, and walked over to the storage closet and pulled out the mop. “Aap haath se pocha matt kijiye! Use this!” I said and handed her the mop. “Haath se karenge toh aapko mushkil padega na, matt kijiye,” I said, genuinely worried for her, as she took the mop from my hand. “You are very nice boy, Baby” she smiled, and started swabbing with the mop. I hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek, “and you are very cute Pinkyji, aise hi rahiye” I said, winked at her and went on to have my cereal and read the newspaper.

She finished the chores for that day after that without much incident, and let herself out. Of course, I gave her a hug before she left; I was really starting to like her. The next week-ten days went off without much change in the routine. Every day, when I wake up, I give her a hug, she pinches my ass as I brush/gargle, I give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek after finishing brushing and she hugs me before leaving. Until that fateful Sunday when she was coming in late. She had informed me the previous evening that she has some work so will be reaching late. I had obviously not cared when she came in so I told her it was no problem. It was an exceptionally hot day and she was sweating quite profusely when she came in. I took one look at her and told her to sit down. “Aaj kuch kaam nahi karna hai! Baithiye, aapko thanda paani pilaata hoon”, and I pushed her down on the chair and went to get water from the refrigerator.

I returned with the bottle to see her fanning herself with the end of her pallu. She took the bottle graciously from me and drank it half up in one go. “Very hot this summer has become” she commented as I agreed. When she finished, she got up and started dabbing at her forehead and neck with her pallu’s end. “Why don’t you also take your clothes off, it is too hot” I said, having no real sexual intentions at that time. She looked at me long and hard and I said “arre baba, its just a suggestion. Chahiye toh take them off, warna let it be. I am just saying you can trust me and if you want you can take them off and I won’t mind.” I said and went back to my bedroom and resumed watching sitcoms on my laptop. She quietly finished her work for the day and left without getting a hug.

The following week was hectic at work with a huge project having come in. I ended up returning by about 4-5 every day regularly and obviously I ended up sleeping through when Pinky used to come in and so didn’t speak with her or even see her the entire week. On Friday night – Saturday morning, the project completed and I managed to get back home by around 2, and slept. The exhausting work from the entire week took its toll on me and I slept heavily. But somehow, my dreamless sleep broke at around 9.30. I tried in vain to sleep again but to no avail. I remained in my bed, lazing and trying to get some more sleep. I heard Pinky open the door and let herself in. I was waiting in bed, assuming she will sweep the floor in the bedroom n then I can walk out so I don’t increase her work. After about five minutes, Pinky walked in with the broom and I was dumbstruck. Pinky wasn’t wearing anything!

I tried to act as though I was sleeping but kept taking peeks at her flawless body! All the hard work ensured she didn’t have an ounce of flesh on her so I was enjoying seeing just her boobs shimmy-shammy about as she swept the floor. She suddenly looked up and directly at me; I quickly shut my eyes and was sure she didn’t see my eyes open. After a few seconds, I could hear her resuming sweeping. She finished and left the room before I finally opened my eyes again. I lay in bed for a few more minutes re-playing the vision of her chocolate brown flawless skin, the soft brownish pink nipples sitting atop two tasty boobs, the brief glimpses I got of her bushy armpits and pussy, it was all driving me crazy. I forced myself up and walked out as she was coming out of the washroom with the bucket of water for swabbing. Only, she was fully dressed in her saree now. I got extremely depressed and was wondering what possessed her to be naked in my room alone. “Why are you being sad?” she asked, looking at the expression on my face. “Kuch nahi. Missed hugging you itne din” I said and went and hugged her tight.

She was quiet for a few seconds as I continued hugging her. Then, I felt her hand snaking down and she caught hold of my rock hard dick. “Missed me ki missing my nanganess?” That was when I realized where I had fucked up: I was happily watching her naked thinking she can’t see my eyes open, and forgot the fact that my cock was hardening right in front of her eyes. I let go of her, put my head down in shame and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to; it is just that I couldn’t help it. I promise, I won’t do it again. Your body is yours and it is your choice whether you want to roam around naked the way I do or not. I have no right to be looking at you that way. I can’t stop my stupid cock from getting hard because that is instinct, but I swear, I’ll never do anything wrong. Sorry.”

She said nothing, let go of my dick, held my face and made me look at her, and kissed me deeply. My hand automatically grabbed her hip and pulled her closer as I started exploring her tongue with mine. We kissed for about twenty seconds and she broke for breath. I looked at her questioningly and she said, “My father tried fucking me when I was twelve. I kicked him in the balls and ran away and came to Bombay from Nagpur, still naked. Tees saal se main yahin hoon, aur teen saal mein teen sau se zyaada maderchodon mujhe pataane ki koshish kiye. Aur woh bhi kaise? Room mein ghusoon toh lund nikaalte hai, local train mein chuchi dabaate hai, raaste main seeti maarke gandi gaane gaate hai, pallu kheenchte hai, road mein takraate hain, ek maderchod ne toh beech road main gaand dabaane laga, behenchod! When I was ekkees, I decided ki I’ll lose virginity to a mard, not a parvart. You respected me more than most women respect their wife. I’m now fucking horny so please fuck me?” and she stripped her saree off right in front of me. “Chaloge ki nahi?” she asked coyly as she opened her blouse and started slowly walking into the bedroom.

I was shocked by the sudden turn of events but I immediately grinned, hugged her from behind, grabbed her breasts and started dry humping her. “Abbe aaraam se! Pehle choot mein toh daal!” she said and giggled as I lifted her and dropped her on the bed. She started undoing the nada on her petticoat when I said “time nahi hai”, straddled her, pulled the petticoat up and just pushed my cock into her in one go. We both screamed from the pain of losing her virginity, her pussy was damn tight. “Maderchod, chhod! Jaan se maar matt daal!” she screamed, digging her fingernails deep into my back from the sheer force of my thrust, and from losing her hymen in this rough fashion. “Kutti saali, chhup kar aur enjoy kar” I yelled back as I started fucking a woman for the first time in my life. “Abbey oi, dheere se! Meri pehli baar hai!” she yelled between gasps. “Haan meri bhi, thank you”, I said, grunting through the pain as I felt my foreskin being stretched beyond all past experiences. Neither of us were feeling even the littlest bit of pleasure that we both thought were coming, but we both were like animals, enjoying the mere taboo of the situation than the physical pleasure.

Pinky came once as I was doing her, and then twice. With each orgasm, she screamed at the top of her voice, screaming till her throat was hoarse. I was feeling bloody kinky as I fucked her and she screamed so the second time she was having an orgasm, I slapped her face, and hard. She had shut her eyes tight, which she opened in shock as I slapped. But she saw my grin and continued screaming and gasping, realizing I was just being a bastard about it. I slapped her again, this time as we both looked each other in the eye, and she slapped me back on my cheek, so hard it stung. I continued fucking her and bent down and kissed her deep and hard, biting her lips hard, she biting mine back worse, and even my tongue.

Eventually, I felt the pressure mounting in my balls. “Teri chuut mein hi karoon ki nikaaloon?” I asked, wondering if she would understand if I said “come in your pussy”, since that was hardly something you learn in night classes. She merely put her hands on my ass and pulled me deeper into her. I grinned and started bucking faster. She started cumming again and screaming as I came into her, gushing gallons and gallons, flooding her pussy.

I fell down on her, spent, breathing hard and stertorously. Realizing I might crush her, I dragged myself off to the left, my cock unplugging itself from her pussy with a wet “plop” sound. We both were sweating, panting and extremely satisfied. I lay next to her, catching my breath, looking at her, as she looked directly at the ceiling and was herself breathing hard. She eventually turned to look at me, and I swear no woman has looked ever so beautiful as she did at that moment, with her sweaty face, mouth open and panting, hair in a disarray and some sticking onto her face. She smiled, and we both simultaneously said “thanks”, and then laughed at it, and kissed again.

Eventually, she sat up, and I got up and got behind her and hugged her, grabbing at her boobs. “Behenchod look at the time!” she exclaimed. It was eleven thirty, we had been fucking for over an hour now! “Toh kya hua!” I asked. “Abbey I have other houses to go to no! Suno, I’ll swab kal, please? Chalega?” she said, hurriedly trying to set her hair and her petticoat right. “Pinky baby, sab chalega, but wait for a minute?” I said, getting up and hugging her from behind. She turned in my arms and kissed me deeply.

At the end of the kiss, she said “abhi nahi, kal.” “Kal nahi, aaj shaam ko. Aaj se tu yahin rahegi. Hum yahin rahenge. Baaki ghar ka kaam khatam kar aur aaja, baad mein discuss karenge. Par pehle yeh toh clean karle!” I said and lifted her petticoat to reveal a stream of cum (and just a bit of blood) seeping down her leg from her pussy to the floor.

“You know”, she said as I dressed her having cleaned her legs, “I always thought I will regret fucking and losing my virginity, after forty years of saving it. But it was worth it, my stud” she said, and squeezed my half-flaccid cock as I finished getting her blouse on, copiously groping her boobs in the process. We kissed again and she wore her saree.

As she finished and was about to leave, I pressed her against the door, pressed myself on her hard, and kissed her long and hard. “Jaldi waapas aaja, I’ll be waiting” I said as she left.

She moved in with me, though she continued working as a maid. “I am just your friend and fuckbuddy (she learnt enough dirty words from me eventually), but I am not a randi. I can maintain myself. I am living here only because it is closer to your lund” she said one day when I was insisting she quit and that I can maintain her. She and I shared a wonderful year and a half.

Eventually, she got a B Com degree through correspondence and managed to land a job. She was so excited the night she got the job offer that we didn’t stop fucking from the moment I got back home till eleven in the morning (thanks to all the viagra, towards the end!).

Only in the morning did she tell me that her job was in Nashik. We were both heartbroken, but we realized there was no way around it. She moved out after having found replacements for the places she used to work at. She got me a guy too, who didn’t mind my nudity. “Guy, because I know you like men too” was the last thing she said to me, winking, as I sent her off at the station.

The Love Story Of A Maid (Aka, Being Naked In Front Of Pinkyji)