Pooja And Me Less Or More
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Hi this is Kirann from Delhi. I am a housewife 32 years age and a great fan of ISS. I have been reading ISS for a long time now and could not hold myself back by sharing one of the finest stories of my life. My love with my maid servant. In next story I will tell how this got extended to my husband.
My husband and I share a fairly good sex life but I wanted something extra. I always missed that extra spice in life although I never had the guts to go about having an affair or quickie or anything like that. My husband was what one can call a bam-bam-go-to-hell-ma’am kind of love maker. I had once almost caught him masturbating over a phone call with his office secretary. But that’s later.
This was after my first delivery and doctor had advised light massage to be sure that wrinkles do not last for long. I had developed some complications towards the last phase of my pregnancy and some extra exercises were proposed. Our neighbor recommended a maid servant for us – a girl of 19 years from Kiul in Bihar. She was daughter of sister of our neighbor’s maid servant. The poor girl had lost her parents in a family dispute and was now more of a burden to the rest of the relatives.
To be honest from the moment I saw Pooja (name changed), I always had bad intentions for her. Maybe this was due to the sad sex I had been having with my husband or the lust that had crept into me – whatever it was, my first look at her was that of a lover meeting lover. Pooja, to describe her, was slightly thin side, lean bossy, with curves at the right places, though under developed, smooth dark skin of a villager. The most amazing thing being that she was tight as if contents were squeezed inside a deficient skin covering.
It almost appeared as if some part of her would literally burst out breaking the skin shield away. Her cute little breasts were round like the tennis ball, unable to be contained in the limited space provided. Her arms were tight as if wanting some extra space for comfortable fitting. Her thighs were not visible in the first look because the day she came to us, she was in a salwar suit. (Later I realized her thighs were as the most lovable part in her).
Her first day with us was that of a completely shy girl, feeling scared of this new home. I had just delivered some 5 weeks ago and was advised to take rest with little movements. She was appointed as my personal assistant catering to my most private needs. Her prime duties included helping me change baby’s diapers, my own clothes, assisting me to and fro the bathroom, helping me hold baby during breast feed, etc.
I noticed in particular this was slightly embarrassing for her to see me feed the baby. That excited me. I saw the cute shyness in her eyes while holding the baby in her arms and laying her on my lap adjusting the baby to take the feed. The second day I asked her to adjust the breasts instead of the baby for which she tried holding the breast from above my nighty, but that wasn’t the right way. I told her to hold the breast directly and do the needful. The shy girl had no choice but to serve me.
With trembling hands, she held my left breast and guided it closer to the baby’s mouth. Was it her gentle touch or gentle squeeze or my excitement, but I oozed a few drops of milk on her hands and eventually into the baby’s mouth. She said, “ahh, didi nikal pada” (oh, sister, it came out). I said, “chaat le, nahin to waste hoga” (lick it or it will go waste). She said “kya didi, do boond hi toh hai” (what sister, it’s just two drops).
We both giggled on this small instance and she turned away to leave the room. I called her name and asked her to wait till I have finished. I asked her to sit by the bed side and talk to me. I asked her if she had an affair and was looking forward to get married soon? She told me she had never thought of it like that and doesn’t know if anyone will ever marry a (poor) girl like her. I felt sad for her and asked her to come close to me. She came near with wet eyes and I rubbed her arms to give her a soothing effect (but honestly, I just availed of this opportunity).
With one breast exposed and the gentle rub to her, I was feeling excited and wanted to smooch her. I controlled. Days passed and I decided to use her for massaging services. I started wearing blouse and petticoat whenever she and I were alone in house. By now she was pretty comfortable seeing my exposed breasts every now and then. So far I hadn’t taken her to the bathroom on pretext of taking bath or anything like that, but
I surely always fantasized doing that trick to her some day. One day I asked her to give me a massage as recommended by the doctor. I lay on the bed and asked her to apply the oil to my body. She took some oil and started with my hands gently moving upwards towards my neck and whatever little shoulders were visible from my blouse. I wore no bra (and no panty, obviously – for max seduction).
I loved her smooth touch and was getting lustful. I advised her to do on my stomach as that is the area from where wrinkles need to go. Her gentle touch of palm on my tummy gave me the electrifying effect. I gave away a little Ahh as she rubbed oil on my tummy to my belly button and a bit below where my petticoat began. I giggled telling her to be careful as I wore nothing inside. She giggled back and continued, constantly looking at my tummy with great interest.
I asked her, some day you will also get such massage from someone after she has delivered a baby. She laughed and said “pata nahin” (I dont know). I said kyun nahin, sab ka hota hai,aur tera aadmi toh tujhe dekh ke control hi nahin kar paayega” (why not, happens with everyone, and in your case, your man will not be able to control looking at you). I could see the getting tempted smile on her face, as if now waiting for the day to come to her life soon.
I took the opportunity and continued… “pehle dard zaroor hota hai, par maza hi maza hai” (although initially it pains but later it’s all fun). She said did aap toh bahadur hain, mera pata nahin. (you are bold enough, but I don’t know about me). I said why not, kya tumhe kabhi kuch nahin hota? (don’t you ever feel anything in you). she said didi kabhi kabhi (sometimes). I said kya hota hai. (what happens) She said did chchoro na (forget it sister, leave it).
I didn’t want to press her hard for this, I said mujhe pata hai, main bhi ladki hun, geela pan mujhe bhi hota hai. (I know what happens, I am also a girl, I also feel the wetness in me). She said did please bas karo na, ghabrahat ho rahi hai. (sister, please stop, I am scared). I got up and held her by her arms and said tu bhi maalish kara le – ghabrahat chali jaayegi. (yu too get madssaged, fear will go away). She closed her eyes at this and I kissed gently on her arm.
She turned away but I took her in my arms and hugged her. I was in no mood to be left alone or to leave her alone. I opened top two buttons of my blouse and asked her to massage me on all the skin available. She said did thodi der baad (sister, after sometime). I ordered – nahin, abhi hi. (no right now). and took her hand to my cleavage. She kept her hand there but didn’t move. I took her hand again and made her rub with hers.
A little moan from both of us was enough to make both of us wet down there. She could see stains of milk from over my blouse, which I had noticed so far. I got a bit more naughty and asked her to relieve me of some milk as it was almost making my breast burst. She asked, kaise (how). I told her to squeeze it a bit and let me drink my own milk. She gave a little ssiiii but tried hiding the sound in vain.
She lightly pressed my breast and looked at the milk squeeze out. I immediately said, please don’t waste and took her mouth forcibly to the breast. She was more than shocked, but didn’t resist much also. Send there she was – lightly drinking me away. I knew she wouldn’t go so bold in her first go, so I held her head on my Breast with one hand and with the other pressed my breast to send in a stream of milk in her mouth.
She sucked it this time and it was only after a minute she realized what she was doing and quickly got away and said sorry. I said I wish you could give some milk to me from your mouth. she covered her face with her hands but didn’t say anything. I asked her to go to the bathroom if she wants, to which she readily agreed and went away. I knew she wouldn’t know how to relieve herself form this state, so there was more in store for me. But that I will share in part two, for which please look out. More later.
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