The Maid Caravan – Episode 2

Among the many maids I scored with, there was one which was note worthy due to its compounding effect and the multiple fruits it bore. Ok let me not beat around the bush . I’ll lead you to the story now. As always, I insist that the run up to the actual act is much more fun and exciting , than the act itself.

Summers and I had to go for my training to Delhi. My Uncle and aunt resided in Noida in a rather huge house which was full of everything but space. Everything was in your face, how else do you tell the world that my husband earns more than yours. I walked into the house, disembarking from my taxi, with a bag on my shoulder and one more dragging on wheels.The gate opened after the door bell by a small compact girl- the maid and the heroine of the story- and she announced to the house inside “ bhaiya has come” . I looked at her quizzically and walked past her with a wry smile. She took my suitcase on wheel and accompanied me. I asked her ‘ your name?”

“Sulekha” she responded.

I walked into the living room, ground floor, and was greeted by my heavyset set aunt, who enveloped me in a show of love and said, “ there you are! Come sit beta. You must be tired”. And then the usual looking after took place.

“Sullu !! get bhaiya the sweets we got from Bikanerwala- its the best there is. Very expensive but really nice” And the delhi charm had started. Eventually my cousin sister came back from work, and my cousin brother, from school and finally my Uncle from work. And here we were – the whole rotund family sharing dinner at 9 pm until “Sullu” showed me the guest room and where to sleep. After a few moments, everyone was asleep in their respective locked rooms with the AC’s humming away.

As the days went by two things were happening- my cousin sister’s wedding date approached and my summer training continued .

Sullu had a roving eye. She was always protected and stopped from interacting with the Gardner or the driver or the milkman etc. I started noticing her before too long. Her boobs did not seem large and flattened out in a lump( horrible bra i thought) and she was short but nice figure.

Every time she got me milk or tea and handed me the glass, I would touch her fingers a little longer than necessary. Oh, she noticed alright. It was fun for her. She would stand at the door and say the sahib is calling and i would brush past her and she wouldn’t move. I would touch her-Sometimes her flattened breasts , or her thigh or stomach. I knew i had to up the ante soon.

So I did the usual, opened porn site on my phone when she was sweeping or swabbing, rubbed my cock from over my trousers, stare at her cleavage (whatever little) and generally lay out the hints.

23rd july was the big day. Wedding time! By now I was a member of this family. So loaded with lots of responsibilities, we were to have the wedding of my cousin at Clarke’s Hotel, Delhi. On the fateful day, I was given the responsibility of transportation and ensuring all reached safe and sound and also the room key at the hotel to keep the presents.
After boarding all the people in allocated cars all the aunties of the neighborhood in various cars and as also the relatives, I put all the maids and nannies ( glamorised maids) into the last car. Got the house locked up and I moved into the maid’s car. I was so sacrificing.

By now , another aunt from Calcutta- her maid- a much larger build and wheatish complexion girl by the name of Pushpa was also getting close. Since I knew a smatter of Bengali and she knew no hindi, she was left out and i was her knight in shining armour. She stayed around me and was already getting attached.

So with the ambassador absolutely full- the driver, a male guard from the neighbor’s house and one rather old maid in the front, there was Sullu, pushpa and another maid who i didn’t know at the back.

I launched myself at the back, with Sullu next to me and Pushpa after that. It was a jam. All the maids were in their “best finery” – some hand me down gaghra’s and ill fitting choli’s and face grotesquely painted with kajal and lipsticks and what not.

We were a tight fit and Sullu was all smiles to be rubbing thighs with me.

Suddenly, just as i said let’s go, the Guard bhaiya said, “ no sahib, stop! My niece- Rasika is yet to come”

Rasika is my neighbour’s maid- very dark, ugly face but tits that was an embarrassment to her and all aunties – really big and she was 5’4” and average figure otherwise.

Rasika rushed out and didn’t know where to sit. I wound the window down and motioned her to come in from my side. She has seen me a couple of times on the roof, especially being playful with Sullu and came without a murmur. As she tried to fit in, it was just too tight. So I slowly picked up sullu and put her on lap- she was the smallest.

So with a tight fit of sardines in a can- we began our journey.

We settled down for our one hour journey. I was sitting on the left hand side between Rasika and Pushpa. I slid my hand in front along Sullu’s waist. Itw as over a chunni/duppata which was thin and nice covering a little bit of her stomach between her ghaghra and choli. As my hand went over her stomach, only the tips of my fingers touched her bare skin. I let it rest there. My other hand I put over Pushpa’ s seat at the back, casually dangling my hand on her shoulder. She moved in closer and I told her to relax- in Bengali- its a long ride. She relaxed. My thighs were mashed against Rasika who was wearing a saree with the pallu covering her enormous jugs.

And so started the maid caravan.

As the car bumped and broke through traffic and everyone relaxed – I made my left hand gradually push the chunni of Sullu’s – back all the way, till my entire palm was on her stomach just above her navel. Sullu didn’t react or look back at all. But as i started massaging her stomach, she bowed her head in front and put her arms on the front seat and rested her head on her arms.

The maid next to Pushpa fidgeted a little and i asked Pushpa to come closer towards me, and held her shoulder and brought her closer. She snuggled in without a protest, looked up to me in the dark of the vehicle and rest her head on my shoulder.

By now my cock was hardening up and getting painful. But I was in heaven. Rasika was most disinterested and looking out of the window. Anyways it was too dark to see inside of the car.

Now my left hand started exploring south wards on Sullu’s stomach. As my fingers reached her navel, she stiffened slightly, but did not react. My fingers began tracing the line of her ghaghra. And I started pushing slightly. I traced the line – this side to that side of her ghaghra and at one point sneaked the tips of my fingers below the waist band. This time she straightened momentarily, looked around, was satisfied, no one’s looking, smiled a brief smile and went off to the same position.

I was encouraged and dipped my fingers further down. I came across the elastic of her panties next. I further pushed my fingers below the elastic, when her hand came down and held my hand lightly over the ghaghra. I stopped exploring for a minute, after which she let go of my hand, I immediately moved my hand southward and came across her soft pubic hairs. Again her hand came to hold me, but it was too late and her hand was weak protest- I found my hand sliding down to her glory wet hole. Oh the wetness and the warmth of her pussy aroused me as much as it aroused her. She was very very wet and i faced no resistance in inserting my finger into her liquid muscles. I started exploring everything around her pussy. She made small sighing noise and faded off.

Meanwhile, I freed my hand from Pushpa’s shoulder’s and brought it in front next to me. Pushpa woke up briefly from her relaxation and then leaned back on my shoulder and I quietly held her left hand in my hand as if romantically. Pushpa was all smiles and looked coyly at me before resting her head back on my shoulder. My upper arm was now nudging her tits and she seemed oblivious to that. I kept elbowing her more hard every time the car turned and bumped. She didn’t object- just clasped my hand more hard. I even traced out her nipple of her left breast with the back of my arm and moved it lightly- her hand clasped my hand very tightly till i stopped, and then relaxed.

By now my cock was ready to burst out, and i was dying to free it. So I took her hand and placed it on my upper thigh with my hand. Sullu’s small ass was coming in the way. I pulled out my fingers from her heavenly dip hole and caught her thigh from inside her Ghaghra and moved her onto my left thigh, freeing my right leg totally. And then wandered my hand back into her cunt hole.

With my leg free, I took Pushpa’s hand and placed it on my zipper. She didn’t do anything. So i took her fingers and made her clasp my zip and with a little effort, pulled it down. Now the gaping hole of my trouser was beckoning. I took her hand and slid it into the hole and she contacted my brief and the animal it was holding inside. Now she reacted and willingly moved her hand inside and pulled out my cock. It was at its hugest best. All hard, vein popping and in attention. With a deft move she flung her dupatta over my trouser and started massaging. Oh I was in heaven! She was toying with my cock and pumping slowly and feeling and exploring.

By now my hand inside Sullu’s pussy was aching due to the odd position, so snaked my right hand which was now free and slid it from under Pushpa’s duppata and entered her panty from the other side. So with my hands doing a relay and no respite to Sullu, I pulled out my left hand and put it around Rasika.

Rasika didn’t react and anyways, i was just lightly touching her shoulders with my finger tips. So with my cock getting a great treatment and my right hand in a pussy – playing dipping and palpating, i was thinking that maybe this is heaven. I looked out anxiously, and saw we were still half an hour away. I relaxed, leaning back on the seat.

My eyes were free to roam, so i started looking at Rasika’s blouse. Since she was at the window side, there was light coming in flashes from cars and street lights so i would get a glimpse of her massive cleavage. It was almost that her boobs started a little below her neck. No blouse could hide that.

I looked up to see her looking at me- rather glaring!! I am sure she gets a lot of stares all the time. Obviously she doesn’t like it. But, well, she is a maid, I really don’t give a damn. I arrogantly looked at her tits again. She took a deep breath of frustration and looked away. She couldn’t move anywhere in this tight jam, so kept looking. My cock grew hard again even though Pushpa’ s pumping kept me excited. And my right hand was still getting used to the new liquid pussy that my left hand had held.

A sudden brake and my hand fell on Rasika’s boob, she roughly pushed me back. I removed my hand from there and brought it to my side. For a moment our shoulders played for the dominant position and i finally had my shoulder in front, mashed against her big breast. She stopped for some time and then gave up fighting. Now i had a new battle. I started rubbing my arms against her tit. They were unbelievable. No matter where you go, the boob was there.

I crooked my elbow and brought up my hand below her breasts. Even she couldn’t see below her breast, what was happening. And then I lightly touched her under her left boob. Nothing!!

So this time i groped her underside of her boob and she reacted, looking at me angrily and saying . “uuuf” rather softly and caught my hand and pushed it down on her lap. Well – i thought- not a bad position.

After a good minute, when her hand was less restraining, I started to push up. I barely touched her boob, and she pushed me down. This went on for three more times.

Finally she did not push my hand down and she had given up. Eureka! I reached up and started toying with her boobs. But it was uncomfortable. So i removed my hand, she must have though t “ that’s a relief” but I put it around her shoulder and slid it down her blouse. She looked at my hand, covered it with her pallu and resigned to fate.

My hand explored into her amazing boobs and found her nipple. Surprise -surprise!!! It was hard. So I had my soft huge candy in my hand. Pressing a huge breast which was unbelievable.

So for the next twenty minutes or so I was in heaven. One woman on my cock, caressing with love , one hand in a pussy which was wetter than cherrapunji and a set of boobs bigger than Pamela Anderson’s being kneaded and pressed. We carried on, in this heavenly journey for the next moment of time.

As we neared the hotel, I announced to all” ok everyone- time to get up from your slumber- we are there”

Saying that, I first extracted my fingers from Sullu’s pussy, as she sat up and started adjusting as discretely as possible. Puspha, softly pulled off her hand and pushed my cock back in the brief, which did not help as it was still long and not positioned right.

But the main surprise was when i removed my fingers from Rasika’s blouse, she held my hand down for a second or two on her breast and then let go. Well, well! So much for resistance.

As the car came to a stand still, Rasika got out first and didn’t look back, but stood a little afar. Next was Sullu, who slid off my lap and gave me a quick grin and went to Rasika ( they are friends). I came out and stood next to the car and Pushpa got out. She gave me a love filled look- ( worried me a little) and then all of them followed the lady in the front and melted into the hotel banquet lawns.

I walked awkwardly to the lobby rest room and adjusted my cock and freshened up and went into the “ sahib” crowd.

So before the end of the night i have to plug one maid tonight…and that’s the next story..

The Maid Caravan – Episode 2