The Maid Has ‘Needs’

We were renting a portion of a HIG villa in the posh South Delhi neighborhood of Vasant Vihar. Our housemaid, Yukta, lived not very far, in the modest dwellings of Yusuf Sarai.

Ever since the curfew was declared in Delhi, the classes I was teaching at college became online classes. From then on, I’ve had a lot of spare time. That morning, I gazed at Yukta from the dining table, where I was sitting with my laptop.

Initially, the ‘gaze’ was out of focus. I was looking in her general direction, following her movements. But my mind was thinking about other things, like books, evening plans and such.

Yukta pulled me out of my clouded thoughts. She was telling me something about food. I had ordered from a nearby mess because my live-in girlfriend was away. She had gone to her parents’ home for the pandemic period. My maid and I were alone at home. Yukta tasted the restaurant curry and complained:

Yukta: Saab, this is too spicy.

Vikas: Oh, yes, and salty too.

Yukta: I’ll make something here, don’t order from outside

She declared and moved on. I didn’t get a chance to comment, but I noticed her trim figure for the first time. She was probably five and a half feet tall – a pretty girl with cat eyes and long hair till her hips. She had hairless, baby smooth, copper-gold skin, and no makeup except kajal.

I’d seen her using a drop of ghee to moisten her lips and hands. She twisted her oily hair into a loose bun. But sometimes, the hair would hang loose on her ass. Her boobs were nicely shaped 34C cups. She burnt a lot of calories every day, so her slim waist was a meager 25-26 inches. Her hips were about 34 inches.

She normally took the metro train and walked 1.5 km each way to our home. No wonder, I thought, her figure was the envy of our landlady. She would constantly tell Yukta to wear loose clothes so that her husband wouldn’t lech at that fit body.

The following day Yukta’s food tasted a lot better, and I gave her a tip. Then remembering something, I asked her:

Vikas: Didn’t you ask for leave? memsaab (my gf) said you won’t be coming anymore.

Yukta: Ya, but my ‘Gauna’ got postponed for 6 months.

Vikas: I hope everything is ok.

Yukta: Ya, no problem, my husband is not working, that’s why.

In some villages, when husband and wife start living together, the event is called ‘Gauna.’ Until then, the girl remains without sexual fulfillment at her parents’ home. Curious about her age, I asked indirectly.

Vikas: When did you get married?

Yukta (smiling): 3 years ago Saab, now I’m 21. My sasural (in-laws’ home) is in Dwarka.

I got a tent in my track pant, looking at her sweaty neck and the 4 dots tattoo on her throat. The traditional tattoo was to ward off evil. But the green ink on her fair skin looked very sensual. She saw my erection and bent her head shyly. I guessed she must be desperate for sex.

The next day I was watching the news when she finished her work. She was wearing a simple black kurta and looked much hotter than the news anchor dressed similarly. I commented.

Vikas: Yukta, you look more beautiful than that news lady.

Yukta (smiling): Saab, I’m just a maid.

Vikas: If I was waiting for you, I would get a job by any means.

Yukta: Saab, who would keep you waiting.

She was directly flirting with me. I saw her press her sensual lips together. Her sultry smile revealed twinkling white teeth. A full lower lip and arched upper lip made her look steaming hot. I prodded further.

Vikas: What’s so special about me?

Yukta: You look like an IPL player, tall, fair, and handsome

She was positively staring at my erection. I went to the sink to wash my hands and started saying something, “Yukta…” She interrupted me, saying, “Saab, when you say my name, something happens inside me,” and ran out.

That afternoon I was pleasantly surprised when she came back at 2 pm. I was dozing off after lunch, but I woke up on her entry.

Vikas: Isn’t this your break time?

Yukta: Ya, I rest downstairs, but today I couldn’t sleep.

Vikas: Ok, come here. I’ll show you something.

I searched for a blowjob video and played it on TV. Then I asked her:

Vikas: Yukta, can you do what she’s doing?

Yukta: Ok, but close your eyes.

She came and stood near the sofa. I took out my 6-inch cock with my eyes closed and started rubbing to make it erect. I asked Yukta to touch it so that it will grow harder. She was breathing heavily and wrapped her soft fingers around my fat dick, then started rubbing up and down.

I felt her sucking with her lips and tongue. Due to the jerking motion of her head, her long hair opened and fell across my lap. I bunched her hair and held it for her while she finished the blow job. After a minute, I wrapped her hair around my cock and started squeezing her tits lightly without opening her kurta.

I started feeling the hot cum emerging from my dick. A few seconds later, when I opened my eyes, I saw seamen drops on Yukta’s face. She licked my cock like a lollipop to clean it up, just like the x rated film actress was doing. Yukta washed her face and the ends of her hair in the kitchen sink. She cribbed.

Yukta: I have to keep my hair oiled and sticky so that it won’t fall in food. I don’t like it.

Vikas: Then sell it online.

She took my suggestion seriously. So we took her picture from the back and posted it online. The very next day, a buyer offered 8000 for her hair. I asked her to wash her hair and come. We walked to the nearby barbershop and got her hair cut off at neck length.

While I was sending the severed ponytail by courier, the barber shaped her hair into a blunt bob. She could keep her off-center parting like before and make a tiny ponytail in the back. With no other customers in line, the barber took his time to finish.

He trimmed her brows with scissors and used his straight razor to scrape her cheeks and neck. Satisfied with the result, he used talcum power and brushed her neck. Yukta gave me her phone to take a picture. She looked like a sexy college girl, smiling happily with her fresh haircut and tight-fitting white kurta.

I noticed her kajal was neatly drawn. She had used some dark lip color on her sultry lips. We parted ways, taking different routes to reach home. She was a fast walker and was present inside when I entered. I was struggling with words when she spoke up:

Yukta: Saab, can you see from the back if he did my neck properly?

Vikas: I was about to ask. Let me check

I had to play along and find the right moment to nail her for a fuck. So I smoothed her hair to one side and traced her nape with my fingers. She was silently enjoying my touch. I had a suspicion that her hand in front was already patting her fanny.

I just said, “Yukta,” softly. That was the key to her heart. Saying her name turned her into soft clay that I could mold anyway. I rubbed her small ears between my thumb and forefinger. She had her lips pursed. I asked her:

Vikas: Do you shave pubes?

Yukta: Yes, clean shave.

Vikas: Then we have to check that also

Without waiting for her answer, I dipped my hand into her low waist jeggings and caressed her cunt with my palm. It felt smooth like her neck, with no trace of hair. As I pulled my hand out, I parted her pussy lips gently and lifted her hood to touch her clit.

She shivered and pressed back into my body. My already erect dick poked her in the ass crack, and I made a grinding motion to stimulate my foreskin inside. She spoke almost in a whisper.

Yukta: Saab, yours is so hard. It must be painful while entering.

Vikas: No, it’s sweet like gulab jamun when you take it inside.

Yukta: How? Mine is tight for even two fingers.

Vikas: How do you wear tight bangles?

Yukta: With soap water.

Vikas: Similarly, your cunt juice will help me glide in smoothly

She turned around, smiling, and overcome with shyness. She was ready to take a chance but with a condition:

Yukta: Saab, when you are doing it, can you say ‘I love you’ like in English movies?

Vikas: Of course, Yukta.

I stressed her name, saying it slowly and nicely. It worked like a charm. She closed her eyes and held up her pretty face. I pressed her bobbed hair to her cheeks and pulled out her sharp nose pin with my teeth before kissing her luscious lips.

She parted her lips slightly, making her tongue available. I bent sideways and sucked her lips alternately, with our tongues meeting. She was a fast learner, copied my smooching actions, and licked my lips like a hungry slut. I undressed both of us while kissing.

Yukta refused to open her eyes. I took off her bra and panty and lifted her featherweight figure into the living room settee. She let me part her legs. Then I used the magic words. “Yukta, I love you.” She opened her eyes and said, “I love you, Saa…” I cut her off with a kiss and told her:

Vikas: Call me Vikas when we are doing it.

Yukta: Ji Vikas.

Vikas: Now, open your eyes and see how it goes in.

She squealed happily as I pushed my cock head inside to test her hole. Then pushed all the way inside. Her eyes rolled up, her mouth opened wide, and her eyelids shut down with pleasure. Her hymen didn’t offer any resistance. But she was so tight, it was a bit painful even for me.

After only a few strokes, her vagina secreted extra juices to make the penetration feel buttery smooth. I kissed her ear, feeling her bobbed hair and saying her name softly. “Oh, Yukta.” She was in a condition of constant climax with a series of orgasms.

Every time I did something, like squeeze her silky bum or mash her perky boobs with my rough hands, she would bite her own lips and start shaking. In 4 minutes, I filled her with cum, then asked her to mount on top. I played another video on the big screen TV to show her how to ride a cock.

She picked up in a single shot. Sitting on her knees, she took my dick inside and started rocking back and forth. I slapped her ass lightly and told her to speed up. She laughed and asked me to slap harder, so I obliged her. Fucking me nicely like a cowgirl, she tried to tuck her hair behind her ears.

But the bob was like a curtain on both sides. It wouldn’t stay in place. She told me.

Yukta: Vikas, I can’t see you.

Vikas: We have to cut your front hair.

Yukta: Can you do it now?

Vilas: Then find the scissors.

I made a thick section from eyebrow to eyebrow and 2 inches deep. Then cut her bangs at the nose bridge. Her thick bangs automatically curved outwards along with the parting, looking like heavy side bangs. She came back and mounted me, this time happy that she could see.

I sucked her boobs hard, leaving bite marks while cumming inside her a second time. That evening we fucked till her pussy was sore and my dick started hurting.

We fucked regularly during Yukta’s afternoon breaks every day, and once in a while, she stayed at my place during the lockdown. She would tell at her home that the landlady asked her to sleep downstairs.

After 5 months of daily sex, our lust was somewhat satisfied. Yukta’s bangs had grown out and blended with her hair. She could easily tuck them behind her ears. Her bob was almost touching her shoulders, and she got it trimmed a bit to curl inwards.

One day she came in looking jubilant and announced that she missed her periods. She had already spoken to her husband to move to Dwarka. Then she consoled me.

Yukta: Don’t worry, Vikas ji, I’ll come back after delivery.

Vikas: But are you sure your husband won’t doubt?

Yukta: Haha, our men usually drink on the first night. After that, the wife can tell any story.

I held her hand and caressing it slowly, I said, “Yukta, spend this weekend with me.”