Monisha, The Maid In Mumbai – Part 1

This is Nish here with an incident about a maid in Mumbai during the lockdown. I now work for a maritime company. I came to Mumbai for a meeting with our international agents. Just before the lockdown happened, the two agents rushed home.

As our other execs couldn’t turn up, I was tasked with finalizing the arrangements before I left. I got stuck in Mumbai, and I’m still here. I’m staying at my company guest house in Colaba. The caretaker, who lives on the other side of Mumbai, went home and has not been able to return.

Luckily the place is well equipped, and the kitchen is well stocked. In the first few days, I was very busy with work. But after the lockdown, I was getting very bored.

One early morning while sitting on the balcony, I noticed a young servant girl on the next balcony. She must have been in her early 20’s. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. A couple of days later, I needed to get supplies. I went down and was asking the watchman directions.

That’s when I saw the girl walk into the compound. I waited by the entrance. She came in carrying bags full of stores and vegetables. I told her my problem that I was not familiar with the area, and I needed to go shopping.

She had beautiful eyes and a lovely smile when she took off her mask. We spoke for a while, and I offered to help her carry her bags for her. We went upstairs, and I dropped her to her door. She thanked me and gave me her intercom number in case I needed anything.

I told her my name and said, “Please remove your mask so that I can see your face.” I stepped back and removed my mask. She removed her mask and smiled. “Happy?” She asked, “My name is Monisha.” She just smiled and closed the door.

I had made my move. Now I’ll have to wait. Every time we saw each other on the balcony, we would smile and wave. I was getting impatient. Who was she working for?

The next morning when we saw each other, we waved. I signaled that I’m going to phone her. I phoned her on the intercom and asked her a few questions about the area. She said, “I’m going shopping this evening. Come with me.”

When we returned, I asked her who she worked for. The family lived between Mumbai and Dubai and couldn’t return. That made me happy for a while. The next morning when I was going to the terrace for my walk, I heard her arguing with someone in Bengali.

As I was getting into the lift, a man stormed out of the house with a bag. I asked her if everything was ok. She said her husband wanted her to go with him back to the village, but she refused. He had managed to get a ticket on the Migrant trains. Two days later, she told me that her husband had left.

I had started paying her to cook and clean for me. Most of the day, she would be with me. She told me all about her family and her husband, who was working as a watchman. But they didn’t get on because he had been fucking her cousin. She said ‘fucking’ in English along with gestures.

I laughed and asked her if he’s ‘fucking’ her also. “Sometimes,” she said angrily. Before she arrived that evening, I wore only my shorts, fixed a drink, and put on a softcore porn movie. I wanted to see her reaction.

When she came in with my dinner, I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie. She said yes. I warned her that it’s a sexy movie. She sat on the floor next to the sofa. When I said she should sit with me, she just shook her head.

In the scene, the man followed his friend’s wife to the kitchen. They started having sex on the counter. Monisha’s eyes were fixed on the movie. She was getting turned on. I reached down and put my hand on her shoulder. She tensed up but kept watching the movie.

She was wearing a loose sleeveless blouse with pajamas. I slowly moved my hand under her blouse and felt her boobs over her bra. She turned to look at me. I held her arm and pulled her up. Without a word, she came and sat on my lap. I grabbed her boobs over her blouse, but her bra was very tight.

I pulled off her blouse and bra, and her boobs spilled out. They were much bigger than I thought. I caressed her c cup boobs and pinched her nipples. She became hot and started grinding her pussy on my thigh. I made her naked and made her kneel on the sofa. I was playing with her hanging boobs.

I opened my shorts and told her to suck. Without hesitation, she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking hard. She needed to learn how to give a good blowjob. So I told her to slow down.

“Lick my cock from bottom to top.”

“Swirl your tongue around the head.”

“Now take it in as far as you can. Now hold it there.”

She was following my instructions perfectly. I slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She leaking juices all over my hand. I made her sit on my lap and entered her from behind. My cock hit her cervix, and she yelled in pain, “Stop, it’s too big.”

I waited till she adjusted and made her lean forward. I put my arms under her thighs and stood up with my cock deep in her cunt. I walked to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and started ramming her from behind. She was squealing in pain and excitement.

After five minutes, I felt her cunt contract on my cock. She was squirming and shuddering as she came. I slapped her bottom hard and said, “Look what you’ve done. You have wet the whole sheet and me.” She looked scared and said, “Sorry, Sahib. I’ll clean up everything.”

I slapped her ass hard again and said, “First, clean me with your tongue.” She obediently started licking my thighs and balls. When she had licked it all, I said sternly, “Now suck me as I showed you.” She gave me a super blowjob. I made her take my cock down her throat.

She gagged, and tears were flowing. But I held her head firmly down. I let her up to breath and shoved her back down till her lips were on the base of my cock. “ Now, do it yourself.” Slowly she took my whole length into her throat. She gagged a few times, but she managed.

“Now suck me till I cum, and don’t let any spill out.” I fucked her mouth for a few minutes. I shoved her head down hard as I exploded into her deep throat. She gagged and swallowed till I let her up. She was crying. I held her close and praised her and caressed her. She stopped crying.

“You will do as I tell you, or I’ll be angry,“ I said. She just nodded. “Now, come with me and have a bath.” After our bath, I took out a razor from the airline toilet kit. “ I want you to be clean tomorrow. Not even one hair on your body. Now let’s have dinner.”

After dinner, I waited until she had cleaned up and made her sit on my lap naked. I fondled her and kissed her all over. I played with her pussy. I inserted one then two fingers and gently started finger fucking her. With my other hand, I pulled and pinched her nipples. She was groaning loudly.

As I was shoving two fingers into her cunt, I pushed my thumb in her asshole. She jerked forward, but I pulled her back. I was sliding my fingers in and out of her cunt with my thumb doing the same with her asshole. “ Not there, please, Sahib, it hurts.” I started fingering her faster till she squirted her cum all over me.

She thought I was going to beat her again. But this time, I held her close and told her, “Go home now. Wake me up with my coffee at 7 o’clock sharp tomorrow morning. I have lots to teach you. Wear this T-shirt of mine only. And do not wear a bra or panty.”

Will she come tomorrow? Find out in the next part. You can send your comments to me at [email protected].