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I love sucking cock.
In my opinion, there is no better way to get a guy's attention than when he has his cock in my mouth. He may not look like he's paying attention, but he is, and I love it.
Of course, that wasn't always the case.
There was a time when I was like every other girl. There was a time when I was a virgin.
But that was back before I went to work for the Chopras.
Tushar Chopra was a banker. He wasn't a vice president or anything like that, but he was a banker and he ran a major branch in the city where he lived and people in the know said that Tushar was destined for big things.
Tushar Chopra married Sunayna Doshi. She was Sunayna, never Sonu, and Sunayna was the mayor's daughter, and again the people talked. Tushar Chopra was destined for big things.
There would be changes when they were married, Sunayna said, and one of the first changes they made was the hiring of a maid. A maid denoted status and a household as influential as theirs should not be without a maid, and besides, she didn't much care for doing housework herself. Tushar Chopra was nonplussed. He was a guy and he had always lived the life of a bachelor, but if that was what his wife wanted, then that was just fine with him.
So Sunayna Chopra set out to hire a maid and that's where I come in. If you think that I am the person she hired, then you would be right.
Why she chose me, I have no idea. I don't know what her reasons were because she didn't share them with me. All I knew was that I wasn't the first one she had interviewed. In fact, I knew that she had interviewed many others before me, but for some reason, all of them had appeared to be inadequate and for some reason, I was not.
So I went to work for the Chopras.
It wasn't all that hard doing what needed doing. I'd come from a big family and I was used to looking after my brothers and sisters, so keeping a house clean was nothing new to me, but I was about to find out that keeping a house clean was only part of the job.
It was a Friday afternoon and the phone rang. It was Mr. Chopra calling from the bank. "I'm going to be late getting home," he told me. "Can you let my wife know?"
"Yes, sir," I told him.
"Good," he told me and then he said a quick good bye and the line went dead.
I went and found the mistress of the house and I passed along the master's message. "Oh," the lady of the house said. "I was hoping he'd be home for dinner."
"I'm sure he'll be here as soon as he can be," I told her.
"I know he will," Sunayna told me, "but can you stay with me until he comes?"
"I can do that," I assured her.
"I am so glad you came to work for us, Jahnavi," she told me. "You do such a wonderful job."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"In fact, I've been meaning to talk with you about that. I think it's time we gave you more responsibilities."
"Ma'am?"
Sunayna Chopra pulled out a white glove and she put it on. She smiled at me. "Now what would happen if I were to stroke this glove along the furniture. Do you think I would pick up any dust?"
"No, ma'am," I told her. Actually, I was just a little worried. I mean, I was pretty thorough, but I'd heard about the white glove test, and I was thinking that if she wanted to be aggressive, I was sure she could find dirt somewhere.
I watched her stroking that over the furniture and then she would hold it up and look at it. Then she would stroke her finger over more furniture. I had a feeling that I was doing well.
All of the sudden, she gasped suddenly. "Would you look at that," she said as she held up her finger.
I looked at the finger. "I don't see anything," I told her.
She smiled. "Exactly," she told me. "You don't see anything, but now what happens when I do this."
Even as she had been talking, she had been moving closer to me and then she was standing next to me. One hand pulled up the hem of my short, little skirt and then she slid her finger between my legs. "The rest of the room is clean," she told me, "but let's see just how clean it is here."
She slipped her hand inside my little, black panties and I have to admit that I liked what she was doing with her finger but I wasn't sure if she wanted me to say that so I just stayed quiet as she rubbed her finger between my legs.
But it was so hard because she just kept stroking that finger between my legs and it felt so good. Her finger made me want to moan and I wanted to moan so badly, and still I stayed quiet.
But I couldn't stay quiet forever, and when Mrs. Chopra pushed her finger up inside me, I couldn't help letting out a low, whimper. I could feel her moving her finger up inside me and then pulling it back only to push it inside me again.
I moaned as Mrs. Chopra pulled her finger back. Part of me was glad that she was doing that, and part of me wished that she was still stroking her finger between my legs. It just felt so good.
Mrs. Chopra held her finger up so I could see. "Look at that," she told me. "Your pussy is wet. That must mean you're a dirty, little girl. Is that what it means? Are you a dirty, little girl?"
"No, ma'am," I assured her. "I'm not dirty."
She just snorted at that. "I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"
She pulled her hand out of the glove and then she pushed her hand back down inside my panties. I could feel her hand as it stroked my bottom and then she was sliding her hand back down between my legs. I could feel her finger stroking my pussy and then she shoved her finger up inside me.
I couldn't help it. I just moaned as my pussy took that finger.
Again, Mrs. Chopra pulled her hand back. I could feel her hand as it stroked my bottom and then she was pulling my panties down. Her hand was back and it stroked my little, bare bottom. "Bend over, Jahnavi," Mrs. Chopra told me. "Bend over and spread your legs for me."
This was really weird, I thought. I would never have expected anything like this from Mrs. Chopra, and yet, even though I didn't know what to expect, I did what she told me to. My breaths came in quick little pants as I bent over and put my hands on a table in front of me and then I spread my legs.
The next thing I knew, Mrs. Chopra was running her hands over my bottom and she was telling me what a luscious, little bottom I had, and then I felt her sliding her hand down and stroking me between my legs.
I'll admit it. I just couldn't help moaning as she stroked me there but at that moment, all I could think about was what Mrs. Chopra's hand was doing to me.
I felt Mrs. Chopra pull her hand back from between my legs. Again, she stroked my bottom and then she squeezed it hard. She let it go and then just as abruptly, she grabbed and squeezed it again. She let it go and she gave my bottom one hard slap. "Nice," was all she said. "Very nice."
I didn't realise it but as I stood there, Mrs. Chopra was kneeling behind me. I felt her hands prying my cheeks apart and then I felt her push just a little bit of her finger inside my pussy. "Oooh," she purred, "you are very wet here."
"Yes, ma'am."
Mrs. Chopra just mumbled something that I didn't hear and her finger just kept playing with my pussy. She pulled her finger back and then all her fingers stroked my pussy and she made me moan all over again.
I felt Mrs. Chopra pull her fingers back and then she was squeezing my cheeks once again and she was pulling them apart and then I felt it. Mrs. Chopra was pressing her face between my legs and then she was licking my pussy.
I just couldn't help moaning when I felt that. I mean, there was some part of me that was saying this was really weird, but I wasn't listening to that part of me. Mrs. Chopra's hands were holding my lips apart and it felt so good as she plied her tongue against the wetness inside of me.
My body jumped when Mrs. Chopra's tongue found my clit. I felt her hands tighten on my bottom and then she licked me there again and I just couldn't help moaning all over again. It just felt so good.
And then Mrs. Chopra's tongue retreated from my clit and she was pressing herself inside me. She tried to get her tongue to go as far as it would go and then she was pulling her tongue back again, letting it trace its way over the folds of my pussy and I moaned again.
And then she had it back on my clit and she made me moan all over again. I loved what she was doing to me with that tongue.
But then Mrs. Chopra was pulling her tongue back. "You certainly are wet," she told me, "but now it's time to see just how dirty you are."
I was about to ask her what she meant by that but before I could say anything, I felt her pressing her finger against my... You know... My other hole. I was about to tell her that she had the wrong hole, but then I realised she already knew that, or at least as far as she was concerned, it was the right hole.
I couldn't help moaning as I felt that finger enter my ass, and even as it did, I felt the fingers of Mrs. Chopra's other hand playing with her pussy. I groaned again as she turned her finger and pushed even more of her finger into my bottom.
I couldn't be wanting this, I told myself, and yet I moaned again even as Mrs. Chopra pushed even more of her finger into me.
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