My name is Vihaan Singhania and I am twenty-two years old, the only son of one of the richest families in the posh Greater Kailash II area of South Delhi. Our house is a massive three-storey bungalow with marble floors that stay cool even in forty-five-degree summers, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers, a sprawling lawn with a swimming pool at the back, six bedrooms each with attached bathrooms, a home theatre in the basement, and a staff quarter at the far end where our live-in servants stay. The air inside always carries the faint scent of papa’s expensive cigars, maa’s French perfumes, and the fresh roses the mali changes every morning in the crystal vases. Papa owns a chain of luxury car dealerships across Delhi-NCR, always traveling — Mumbai one week, Dubai the next. Maa is a socialite — kitty parties, charity events, gym, salon — out of the house from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. most days. I am in my final year of BBA at a top private college in Vasant Kunj, classes only till 2 p.m., rest of the day free for “projects” which usually means gym, PlayStation, or hanging out with friends in GK markets.
We have four live-in servants — driver, cook, gardener, and the maid — Radha. Radha is twenty-five, came to us three years ago from a small village near Aligarh. Dark wheatish skin that glows when she sweats, long thick black hair always tied in a braid that reaches her lower back, big black eyes, full lips, and a body that makes every uniform look obscene — heavy full breasts that strain against her cheap blouses, narrow waist, wide hips, and a perfectly round gaand that jiggles when she sweeps or mops the floor. She wears simple cotton sarees during work — low waist, pallu tucked at her waist showing her deep navel and the curve of her belly — but at night in the servant quarter or when doing late cleaning she changes into thin cotton nighties — short mid-thigh, thin straps, low neckline — that cling to her curves when damp with sweat. Everyone in the house treats her like furniture — maa scolds her for small mistakes, papa barely notices her, the other servants keep distance. But I noticed. From day one. I tried not to. I told myself she is naukrani, poor, uneducated, servant — stop having dirty thoughts. But the thoughts came anyway — stronger every day — especially during the summer of 2025 when papa and maa went on a month-long Europe trip leaving me alone in the house with the servants.
The first real incident happened on the fifth day after parents left. It was a scorching afternoon — forty-six degrees outside, AC running full blast but still humid. The other servants had gone to the market for weekly shopping. The house was empty except for me and Radha. I was in my room on the first floor playing PS5 in shorts and t-shirt when Radha knocked and entered carrying a tray of cold coffee and biscuits. She was wearing a thin pink cotton nighty (she said “saab garmi bohot hai, saree mein kaam nahi hota”) — straps slipping off shoulders, neckline low, fabric clinging to her sweat-damp body outlining her black bra and the curve of her gaand. She bent to place the tray on my table — nighty neckline fell completely exposing both breasts in black bra, deep cleavage, nipples poking through the thin fabric. She stayed bent longer than necessary letting me look then slowly straightened smiled shyly and whispered saab coffee pee lijiye thanda hai.
I felt my lund harden instantly. I tried to look away stammered thank you Radha… but she didn’t leave. Instead she stepped closer stood between my legs so close I could smell her — cheap soap mixed with sweat and something deeper feminine. She placed her hand on my shoulder squeezed gently and whispered saab aap akela feel kar rahe honge… memsaab papa gaye hain foreign… main hoon na aapki seva ke liye. Her voice was low husky vulnerable. I managed to say Radha tu bhi thak gayi hogi rest kar le. She gave a small sad smile and then… she did the unthinkable. She took my hand placed it on her waist right above where the nighty ended. Bare skin. Warm. Soft. Slightly damp with sweat.
I should have pulled my hand away. I should have reminded her she is naukrani servant lower class. Instead my fingers tightened slightly on her waist. She shivered. Closed her eyes for a second like she was savouring the touch. Then opened them looked straight at me and whispered saab… bas thodi der… mujhe yaad dilwa do ki main bhi koi aurat hoon… koi aurat jo chhuti jaati hai. That broke something inside me.
I pulled her into my arms. First hug — tight desperate. She buried her face in my chest. I could feel her heart hammering. Then I lifted her chin. Our lips met. First kiss — hesitant trembling. Then deeper. Hungry. Her tongue shy at first then bold. Taste of coffee and cardamom on her lips. We kissed for long minutes in that air-conditioned room with the PS5 paused on the screen. My hands roamed — down her back over her hips squeezing her soft gaand through the nighty. She moaned softly into my mouth uffff… saab…
I lifted her nighty up exposed her breasts — no bra, heavy full dark nipples already hard. I took one in my mouth sucked hard tongue swirling around the nipple biting gently while my hand squeezed the other making her arch her back and moan aaaahhhh saab choos le zor se choos apni naukrani ke chuche. The taste of her skin — salty sweet from sweat — the softness filling my hands — it was overwhelming. My other hand went between her legs found her choot through the nighty already soaking wet geeli ho gayi thi panty ke upar se feel ho raha tha. I rubbed her clit through the fabric making her buck her hips zor se ragad saab naukrani ki choot ragad zor se.
She pushed me back on the bed, pulled my shorts down, freed my lund — stroked it slowly whispered kitna mota hai saab ka lund naukrani ne kabhi socha nahi tha. Then she took me in her mouth sucked slowly tongue swirling around the topi taking me deep until I came in her mouth hot thick spurts and she swallowed every drop licked her lips saying saab ka maal kitna garam kitna tasty hai naukrani ko roz chahiye ab.
We did not stop there. I pulled her nighty up ate her choot for the first time — tongue inside circling clit sucking the nub fingers pumping deep. She came hard shaking violently squirting on my face aaaahhhhh jhad rahi hoon saab naukrani jhad rahi hai. Then she climbed on top guided my lund inside her slowly taking me inch by inch aaaahhhh kitna bada hai saab ka lund naukrani ki choot phaad doge. She rode me hard bouncing her breasts in my face whileSher I sucked them slapped her gaand lightly making her moan zor se maar saab apni naukrani ki gaand maar zor se. We changed positions missionary with her legs over my shoulders deep hard thrusts doggy where I held her hips pounded from behind watching her gaand jiggle reverse cowgirl so I could see her choot swallowing my lund completely. She came four times clenching around me milking me before I exploded inside her garam garam maal daal de saab naukrani ke andar bhar de poora bhar de.
We lay there panting sweating under the AC her head on my chest whispering saab yeh galat hai par naukrani ko ab sirf aap chahiye roz dopahar roz raat ko. Guilt crashed over me like a wave — she is naukrani poor servant lower class — but the addiction had already begun.
From that afternoon our secret life started. Parents were away for a month the other servants kept distance. We found ways — quick afternoon sessions when servants were in their quarter long bathroom fucks when they were out early morning quickies before anyone woke. Nights when the house slept she would come to my room or call me to the servant quarter. We explored everything — slow love-making with deep kisses rough fucking with hair pulling biting slapping. She taught me how to eat her choot properly tongue on her clit slow circles then fast flicks fingers in her g-spot until she squirted on my face zor se chaat saab jeebh andar daal poori choot chaat le naukrani ka pani pee le. I learned how to make her come multiple times how to bite her nipples just hard enough to make her scream softly how to finger her gaand lightly teasing the tight hole while I licked her choot. She sucked my lund every time sometimes slow worshipful sometimes fast sloppy until I came in her mouth on her breasts even once on her face which she licked clean saying saab naukrani ko aapka maal har jagah pasand hai.
When we finally did full intercourse it was on a Thursday afternoon when all servants went to weekly market. Radha was wild that day she wore a black cotton nighty short low-cut no bra no panty hair open. She locked my room door pushed me on the bed climbed on top guided my lund inside her slowly taking me inch by inch aaaahhhh kitna bada hai saab ka lund naukrani ki choot phaad doge. She rode me hard bouncing her breasts in my face while I sucked them slapped her gaand lightly making her moan zor se maar saab apni naukrani ki gaand maar zor se. We changed positions missionary with her legs over my shoulders deep hard thrusts doggy where I held her hips pounded from behind watching her gaand jiggle reverse cowgirl so I could see her choot swallowing my lund completely. She came four times clenching around me milking me before I exploded inside her garam garam maal daal de saab naukrani ke andar bhar de poora bhar de. We stayed connected long after panting sweating under the AC her head on my chest whispering saab yeh galat hai par naukrani ko ab sirf aap chahiye roz dopahar roz raat ko.
The guilt was constant sharp painful every morning when she served me breakfast in her simple saree called me saab beta sweetly in front of other servants I felt like the worst person alive. But the guilt only made the desire stronger the forbidden thrill more addictive. We started taking bigger risks daytime quickies in the bathroom when servants were cooking her bent over the sink nighty hiked up me pounding from behind hand over her mouth to keep quiet. Once even in the kitchen while cook was upstairs resting she pulled me behind the door lifted her nighty let me take her standing against the wall fast hard desperate while cook called her name from above. Every time I came inside her no pulling out just filling my own naukrani with my seed the thought of what could happen only making it hotter more dangerous.
When parents returned the tension became unbearable. Radha became more daring — during family dinner she sat on the floor near my chair (as servants do) her hand hidden under the table stroked my lund slowly while smiling innocently at maa asking for more sabzi. The danger of someone noticing made me come in my pajamas without even being touched properly. Another time when parents were watching TV she slipped into my room for three minutes sucked me off swallowed my cum then went back to serve them tea with the taste of her malik ke bete’s seed on her lips smiling innocently at everyone.
Months passed the affair deepened emotionally too. She told me how lonely she had been after coming to Delhi how she missed her village but stayed for money how she suppressed her desires for years until I awakened them with one look one touch. I told her how I had always found her beautiful how seeing her in nighties made me hard how the guilt kills me every day but I can’t live without her touch her moans her choot clenching around me. We cried together sometimes made love slowly tenderly with deep eye contact and whispered I love yous other times fucked like animals raw desperate animalistic. She started saying dangerous things saab agar naukrani pregnant ho gayi toh sabko lagega kisi aur ka hai par naukrani jaanti hai yeh aapka hai aapka aur naukrani ka. The thought terrified me excited me beyond words made me fill her even more.
Now January 13 2026 parents are planning a month-long trip to Europe again for papa’s business conference. They have already told the servants they can take leave except Radha who will “manage the house with Vihaan beta”. Those thirty days will be ours — full days full nights no hiding no hurry complete surrender. No college for me some days no servants most days. The house will be empty except for us. She wants me to take her in every room every corner — kitchen courtyard terrace parents’ room even the puja room where she does her daily worship. She wants me to fill her every time no condom no pulling out. She whispers saab agar is mahine mein pet ho gaya toh naukrani khush hogi aapka baccha paalne mein.
I know this is the ultimate sin. I know one day it will destroy everything — class difference family honor papa’s trust my future her dignity. But when Radha calls me saab with that hungry voice, spreads her legs, begs for my lund — I can’t stop. This sin this love this addiction has become my oxygen.
Tonight parents are sleeping early after long day. Radha is waiting in the servant quarter wearing her favorite black cotton nighty door slightly open eyes full of promise. I will go to her. I will kiss her deeply suck her nipples until she begs eat her choot until she squirts fuck her in every position fill her with my cum while she moans saab bhar de naukrani ke andar poora bhar de.
Tomorrow morning she will serve breakfast call me saab beta sweetly in front of everyone while my seed leaks out under her saree.
This is our life now — daylight master-servant midnight lovers. Guilt is there sharp like knife but desire is bigger. Love is there twisted forbidden but real. And we can’t stop. We won’t stop.
The nights stretch on. The risks grow. The creampies continue. Every time I fill her I imagine the impossible — a child that is ours but never can be acknowledged. The thought terrifies me arouses me binds me tighter to her. Radha has become my obsession my weakness my reason to breathe my secret sin.
In the posh lanes of Greater Kailash where life moves fast and secrets hide behind high gates we keep burning together — two souls from different worlds trapped in a love that should never exist but feels more real than anything else in this world.
And so it continues — more afternoons more midnights more positions more whispered saab more creampies more love wrapped in guilt wrapped in ecstasy wrapped in the unbreakable forbidden bond between a malik ka beta and his naukrani.
The small everyday moments are what make this addiction so impossible to break. Every morning Radha wakes up before anyone else slips into the kitchen in her simple cotton saree prepares breakfast with the same hands that stroked me to hardness only hours ago that guided me inside her that milked my cum deep in her womb. She applies fresh sindoor in her maang (even though she is unmarried she says “log poochte hain toh bol deti hoon shadi-shuda hoon”) then comes to wake me with a soft kiss on my forehead saab uthiye chai bana di hai. The contrast is maddening — the same woman who begged me to chod zor se the night before now looks like the perfect devoted naukrani. The guilt hits hardest in those moments I feel like vomiting sometimes but then she brushes her breast against my arm while serving breakfast or whispers dopahar ko sab so jayenge tab wait karna and the guilt melts into anticipation again.
We developed secret codes. When she wears her black cotton nighty it means she wants rough hard pounding slapping biting marking. When she wears pink satin nighty it means she wants slow love-making gentle kisses long foreplay. When she leaves the servant quarter door slightly open after everyone sleeps it means come now quick silent fuck while servants snore next door. The risk is insane — once the cook almost woke up when Radha moaned a little too loud during a quick doggy in the servant quarter I had to cover her mouth with my hand thrust deep to shut her up while cook turned over and went back to sleep. The fear the adrenaline the way her choot clenched harder in that moment made us both come instantly.
During day time when parents go to club or party we take bigger risks. Once parents went to a dinner party for four hours Radha pulled me to the terrace locked the door lifted her saree no panty underneath bent over the parapet guided me inside her from behind. I fucked her hard fast the city noise below covering our moans while she bit her pallu to stay quiet. I came inside her in under four minutes cum dripping down her thighs while she fixed her saree and went back downstairs smiling normally when parents returned. Another time when parents were at a wedding Radha came to my room at noon wore nothing but her sindoor and mangalsutra lay naked on my bed spread her legs said saab abhi chod naukrani ko din mein din mein chod. I ate her choot for twenty minutes made her come twice then fucked her missionary slow deep while sunlight streamed through the window making her skin glow. She came again clenching milking me before I filled her whispering saab naukrani ke pet mein aapka maal daal de.
The emotional layers are just as intense. Some nights after sex she cries softly in my arms saying saab mujhe bohot guilty feel hota hai aapke parents ke saath yeh kar rahi hoon par ruk nahi paati… aapse pyar ho gaya hai real wala love. I hold her tight kiss her tears tell her I feel the same guilt every day but the love is stronger that I can’t live without her touch her moans her choot clenching around me. We talk about impossible future — her leaving the job marrying someone from her village or me helping her start a small business so she can be independent. She has started taking contraceptive pills secretly because pregnancy risk is too high but sometimes she forgets on purpose whispers agar ho gaya toh naukrani khush hogi aapka baccha paalne mein. The thought scares me but also arouses me like nothing else making me take her harder deeper filling her with even more cum.
As January 13 2026 continues parents are planning their Europe trip next month. They have already told the servants they can take leave except Radha who will “manage the Paragon house with Vihaan beta”. Those thirty days will be ours — full days full nights no hiding no hurry complete surrender. No college some days no servants most days. The house will be empty except for us. She wants me to take her in every room every corner — kitchen courtyard terrace parents’ room even the puja room where she does her daily worship. She wants me to fill her every time no condom no pulling out. She whispers saab agar us mahine mein pet ho gaya toh naukrani khush hogi aapka baccha paalne mein.
I know this is the ultimate sin. I know one day it will destroy everything — class difference family honor papa’s trust my future her dignity. But when Radha calls me saab with that hungry voice, spreads her legs, begs for my lund — I can’t stop. This sin this love this addiction has become my oxygen.
Tonight parents are sleeping early after long day. Radha is waiting in the servant quarter wearing her favorite black cotton nighty door slightly open eyes full of promise. I will go to her. I will kiss her deeply suck her nipples until she begs eat her choot until she squirts fuck her in every position fill her with my cum while she moans saab bhar de naukrani ke andar poora bhar de.
Tomorrow morning she will serve breakfast call me saab beta sweetly in front of everyone while my seed leaks out under her saree.
This is our life now — daylight master-servant midnight lovers. Guilt is there sharp like knife but desire is bigger. Love is there twisted forbidden but real. And we can’t stop. We won’t stop.
The nights stretch on. The risks grow. The creampies continue. Every time I fill her I imagine the impossible — a child that is ours but never can be acknowledged. The thought terrifies me arouses me binds me tighter to her. Radha has become my obsession my weakness my reason to breathe my secret sin.
In the posh lanes of Greater Kailash where life moves fast and secrets hide behind high gates we keep burning together — two souls from different worlds trapped in a love that should never exist but feels more real than anything else in this world.
And so it continues — more afternoons more midnights more positions more whispered saab more creampies more love wrapped in guilt wrapped in ecstasy wrapped in the unbreakable forbidden bond between a malik ka beta and his naukrani.
We have four live-in servants — driver, cook, gardener, and the maid — Radha. Radha is twenty-five, came to us three years ago from a small village near Aligarh. Dark wheatish skin that glows when she sweats, long thick black hair always tied in a braid that reaches her lower back, big black eyes, full lips, and a body that makes every uniform look obscene — heavy full breasts that strain against her cheap blouses, narrow waist, wide hips, and a perfectly round gaand that jiggles when she sweeps or mops the floor. She wears simple cotton sarees during work — low waist, pallu tucked at her waist showing her deep navel and the curve of her belly — but at night in the servant quarter or when doing late cleaning she changes into thin cotton nighties — short mid-thigh, thin straps, low neckline — that cling to her curves when damp with sweat. Everyone in the house treats her like furniture — maa scolds her for small mistakes, papa barely notices her, the other servants keep distance. But I noticed. From day one. I tried not to. I told myself she is naukrani, poor, uneducated, servant — stop having dirty thoughts. But the thoughts came anyway — stronger every day — especially during the summer of 2025 when papa and maa went on a month-long Europe trip leaving me alone in the house with the servants.
The first real incident happened on the fifth day after parents left. It was a scorching afternoon — forty-six degrees outside, AC running full blast but still humid. The other servants had gone to the market for weekly shopping. The house was empty except for me and Radha. I was in my room on the first floor playing PS5 in shorts and t-shirt when Radha knocked and entered carrying a tray of cold coffee and biscuits. She was wearing a thin pink cotton nighty (she said “saab garmi bohot hai, saree mein kaam nahi hota”) — straps slipping off shoulders, neckline low, fabric clinging to her sweat-damp body outlining her black bra and the curve of her gaand. She bent to place the tray on my table — nighty neckline fell completely exposing both breasts in black bra, deep cleavage, nipples poking through the thin fabric. She stayed bent longer than necessary letting me look then slowly straightened smiled shyly and whispered saab coffee pee lijiye thanda hai.
I felt my lund harden instantly. I tried to look away stammered thank you Radha… but she didn’t leave. Instead she stepped closer stood between my legs so close I could smell her — cheap soap mixed with sweat and something deeper feminine. She placed her hand on my shoulder squeezed gently and whispered saab aap akela feel kar rahe honge… memsaab papa gaye hain foreign… main hoon na aapki seva ke liye. Her voice was low husky vulnerable. I managed to say Radha tu bhi thak gayi hogi rest kar le. She gave a small sad smile and then… she did the unthinkable. She took my hand placed it on her waist right above where the nighty ended. Bare skin. Warm. Soft. Slightly damp with sweat.
I should have pulled my hand away. I should have reminded her she is naukrani servant lower class. Instead my fingers tightened slightly on her waist. She shivered. Closed her eyes for a second like she was savouring the touch. Then opened them looked straight at me and whispered saab… bas thodi der… mujhe yaad dilwa do ki main bhi koi aurat hoon… koi aurat jo chhuti jaati hai. That broke something inside me.
I pulled her into my arms. First hug — tight desperate. She buried her face in my chest. I could feel her heart hammering. Then I lifted her chin. Our lips met. First kiss — hesitant trembling. Then deeper. Hungry. Her tongue shy at first then bold. Taste of coffee and cardamom on her lips. We kissed for long minutes in that air-conditioned room with the PS5 paused on the screen. My hands roamed — down her back over her hips squeezing her soft gaand through the nighty. She moaned softly into my mouth uffff… saab…
I lifted her nighty up exposed her breasts — no bra, heavy full dark nipples already hard. I took one in my mouth sucked hard tongue swirling around the nipple biting gently while my hand squeezed the other making her arch her back and moan aaaahhhh saab choos le zor se choos apni naukrani ke chuche. The taste of her skin — salty sweet from sweat — the softness filling my hands — it was overwhelming. My other hand went between her legs found her choot through the nighty already soaking wet geeli ho gayi thi panty ke upar se feel ho raha tha. I rubbed her clit through the fabric making her buck her hips zor se ragad saab naukrani ki choot ragad zor se.
She pushed me back on the bed, pulled my shorts down, freed my lund — stroked it slowly whispered kitna mota hai saab ka lund naukrani ne kabhi socha nahi tha. Then she took me in her mouth sucked slowly tongue swirling around the topi taking me deep until I came in her mouth hot thick spurts and she swallowed every drop licked her lips saying saab ka maal kitna garam kitna tasty hai naukrani ko roz chahiye ab.
We did not stop there. I pulled her nighty up ate her choot for the first time — tongue inside circling clit sucking the nub fingers pumping deep. She came hard shaking violently squirting on my face aaaahhhhh jhad rahi hoon saab naukrani jhad rahi hai. Then she climbed on top guided my lund inside her slowly taking me inch by inch aaaahhhh kitna bada hai saab ka lund naukrani ki choot phaad doge. She rode me hard bouncing her breasts in my face whileSher I sucked them slapped her gaand lightly making her moan zor se maar saab apni naukrani ki gaand maar zor se. We changed positions missionary with her legs over my shoulders deep hard thrusts doggy where I held her hips pounded from behind watching her gaand jiggle reverse cowgirl so I could see her choot swallowing my lund completely. She came four times clenching around me milking me before I exploded inside her garam garam maal daal de saab naukrani ke andar bhar de poora bhar de.
We lay there panting sweating under the AC her head on my chest whispering saab yeh galat hai par naukrani ko ab sirf aap chahiye roz dopahar roz raat ko. Guilt crashed over me like a wave — she is naukrani poor servant lower class — but the addiction had already begun.
From that afternoon our secret life started. Parents were away for a month the other servants kept distance. We found ways — quick afternoon sessions when servants were in their quarter long bathroom fucks when they were out early morning quickies before anyone woke. Nights when the house slept she would come to my room or call me to the servant quarter. We explored everything — slow love-making with deep kisses rough fucking with hair pulling biting slapping. She taught me how to eat her choot properly tongue on her clit slow circles then fast flicks fingers in her g-spot until she squirted on my face zor se chaat saab jeebh andar daal poori choot chaat le naukrani ka pani pee le. I learned how to make her come multiple times how to bite her nipples just hard enough to make her scream softly how to finger her gaand lightly teasing the tight hole while I licked her choot. She sucked my lund every time sometimes slow worshipful sometimes fast sloppy until I came in her mouth on her breasts even once on her face which she licked clean saying saab naukrani ko aapka maal har jagah pasand hai.
When we finally did full intercourse it was on a Thursday afternoon when all servants went to weekly market. Radha was wild that day she wore a black cotton nighty short low-cut no bra no panty hair open. She locked my room door pushed me on the bed climbed on top guided my lund inside her slowly taking me inch by inch aaaahhhh kitna bada hai saab ka lund naukrani ki choot phaad doge. She rode me hard bouncing her breasts in my face while I sucked them slapped her gaand lightly making her moan zor se maar saab apni naukrani ki gaand maar zor se. We changed positions missionary with her legs over my shoulders deep hard thrusts doggy where I held her hips pounded from behind watching her gaand jiggle reverse cowgirl so I could see her choot swallowing my lund completely. She came four times clenching around me milking me before I exploded inside her garam garam maal daal de saab naukrani ke andar bhar de poora bhar de. We stayed connected long after panting sweating under the AC her head on my chest whispering saab yeh galat hai par naukrani ko ab sirf aap chahiye roz dopahar roz raat ko.
The guilt was constant sharp painful every morning when she served me breakfast in her simple saree called me saab beta sweetly in front of other servants I felt like the worst person alive. But the guilt only made the desire stronger the forbidden thrill more addictive. We started taking bigger risks daytime quickies in the bathroom when servants were cooking her bent over the sink nighty hiked up me pounding from behind hand over her mouth to keep quiet. Once even in the kitchen while cook was upstairs resting she pulled me behind the door lifted her nighty let me take her standing against the wall fast hard desperate while cook called her name from above. Every time I came inside her no pulling out just filling my own naukrani with my seed the thought of what could happen only making it hotter more dangerous.
When parents returned the tension became unbearable. Radha became more daring — during family dinner she sat on the floor near my chair (as servants do) her hand hidden under the table stroked my lund slowly while smiling innocently at maa asking for more sabzi. The danger of someone noticing made me come in my pajamas without even being touched properly. Another time when parents were watching TV she slipped into my room for three minutes sucked me off swallowed my cum then went back to serve them tea with the taste of her malik ke bete’s seed on her lips smiling innocently at everyone.
Months passed the affair deepened emotionally too. She told me how lonely she had been after coming to Delhi how she missed her village but stayed for money how she suppressed her desires for years until I awakened them with one look one touch. I told her how I had always found her beautiful how seeing her in nighties made me hard how the guilt kills me every day but I can’t live without her touch her moans her choot clenching around me. We cried together sometimes made love slowly tenderly with deep eye contact and whispered I love yous other times fucked like animals raw desperate animalistic. She started saying dangerous things saab agar naukrani pregnant ho gayi toh sabko lagega kisi aur ka hai par naukrani jaanti hai yeh aapka hai aapka aur naukrani ka. The thought terrified me excited me beyond words made me fill her even more.
Now January 13 2026 parents are planning a month-long trip to Europe again for papa’s business conference. They have already told the servants they can take leave except Radha who will “manage the house with Vihaan beta”. Those thirty days will be ours — full days full nights no hiding no hurry complete surrender. No college for me some days no servants most days. The house will be empty except for us. She wants me to take her in every room every corner — kitchen courtyard terrace parents’ room even the puja room where she does her daily worship. She wants me to fill her every time no condom no pulling out. She whispers saab agar is mahine mein pet ho gaya toh naukrani khush hogi aapka baccha paalne mein.
I know this is the ultimate sin. I know one day it will destroy everything — class difference family honor papa’s trust my future her dignity. But when Radha calls me saab with that hungry voice, spreads her legs, begs for my lund — I can’t stop. This sin this love this addiction has become my oxygen.
Tonight parents are sleeping early after long day. Radha is waiting in the servant quarter wearing her favorite black cotton nighty door slightly open eyes full of promise. I will go to her. I will kiss her deeply suck her nipples until she begs eat her choot until she squirts fuck her in every position fill her with my cum while she moans saab bhar de naukrani ke andar poora bhar de.
Tomorrow morning she will serve breakfast call me saab beta sweetly in front of everyone while my seed leaks out under her saree.
This is our life now — daylight master-servant midnight lovers. Guilt is there sharp like knife but desire is bigger. Love is there twisted forbidden but real. And we can’t stop. We won’t stop.
The nights stretch on. The risks grow. The creampies continue. Every time I fill her I imagine the impossible — a child that is ours but never can be acknowledged. The thought terrifies me arouses me binds me tighter to her. Radha has become my obsession my weakness my reason to breathe my secret sin.
In the posh lanes of Greater Kailash where life moves fast and secrets hide behind high gates we keep burning together — two souls from different worlds trapped in a love that should never exist but feels more real than anything else in this world.
And so it continues — more afternoons more midnights more positions more whispered saab more creampies more love wrapped in guilt wrapped in ecstasy wrapped in the unbreakable forbidden bond between a malik ka beta and his naukrani.
The small everyday moments are what make this addiction so impossible to break. Every morning Radha wakes up before anyone else slips into the kitchen in her simple cotton saree prepares breakfast with the same hands that stroked me to hardness only hours ago that guided me inside her that milked my cum deep in her womb. She applies fresh sindoor in her maang (even though she is unmarried she says “log poochte hain toh bol deti hoon shadi-shuda hoon”) then comes to wake me with a soft kiss on my forehead saab uthiye chai bana di hai. The contrast is maddening — the same woman who begged me to chod zor se the night before now looks like the perfect devoted naukrani. The guilt hits hardest in those moments I feel like vomiting sometimes but then she brushes her breast against my arm while serving breakfast or whispers dopahar ko sab so jayenge tab wait karna and the guilt melts into anticipation again.
We developed secret codes. When she wears her black cotton nighty it means she wants rough hard pounding slapping biting marking. When she wears pink satin nighty it means she wants slow love-making gentle kisses long foreplay. When she leaves the servant quarter door slightly open after everyone sleeps it means come now quick silent fuck while servants snore next door. The risk is insane — once the cook almost woke up when Radha moaned a little too loud during a quick doggy in the servant quarter I had to cover her mouth with my hand thrust deep to shut her up while cook turned over and went back to sleep. The fear the adrenaline the way her choot clenched harder in that moment made us both come instantly.
During day time when parents go to club or party we take bigger risks. Once parents went to a dinner party for four hours Radha pulled me to the terrace locked the door lifted her saree no panty underneath bent over the parapet guided me inside her from behind. I fucked her hard fast the city noise below covering our moans while she bit her pallu to stay quiet. I came inside her in under four minutes cum dripping down her thighs while she fixed her saree and went back downstairs smiling normally when parents returned. Another time when parents were at a wedding Radha came to my room at noon wore nothing but her sindoor and mangalsutra lay naked on my bed spread her legs said saab abhi chod naukrani ko din mein din mein chod. I ate her choot for twenty minutes made her come twice then fucked her missionary slow deep while sunlight streamed through the window making her skin glow. She came again clenching milking me before I filled her whispering saab naukrani ke pet mein aapka maal daal de.
The emotional layers are just as intense. Some nights after sex she cries softly in my arms saying saab mujhe bohot guilty feel hota hai aapke parents ke saath yeh kar rahi hoon par ruk nahi paati… aapse pyar ho gaya hai real wala love. I hold her tight kiss her tears tell her I feel the same guilt every day but the love is stronger that I can’t live without her touch her moans her choot clenching around me. We talk about impossible future — her leaving the job marrying someone from her village or me helping her start a small business so she can be independent. She has started taking contraceptive pills secretly because pregnancy risk is too high but sometimes she forgets on purpose whispers agar ho gaya toh naukrani khush hogi aapka baccha paalne mein. The thought scares me but also arouses me like nothing else making me take her harder deeper filling her with even more cum.
As January 13 2026 continues parents are planning their Europe trip next month. They have already told the servants they can take leave except Radha who will “manage the Paragon house with Vihaan beta”. Those thirty days will be ours — full days full nights no hiding no hurry complete surrender. No college some days no servants most days. The house will be empty except for us. She wants me to take her in every room every corner — kitchen courtyard terrace parents’ room even the puja room where she does her daily worship. She wants me to fill her every time no condom no pulling out. She whispers saab agar us mahine mein pet ho gaya toh naukrani khush hogi aapka baccha paalne mein.
I know this is the ultimate sin. I know one day it will destroy everything — class difference family honor papa’s trust my future her dignity. But when Radha calls me saab with that hungry voice, spreads her legs, begs for my lund — I can’t stop. This sin this love this addiction has become my oxygen.
Tonight parents are sleeping early after long day. Radha is waiting in the servant quarter wearing her favorite black cotton nighty door slightly open eyes full of promise. I will go to her. I will kiss her deeply suck her nipples until she begs eat her choot until she squirts fuck her in every position fill her with my cum while she moans saab bhar de naukrani ke andar poora bhar de.
Tomorrow morning she will serve breakfast call me saab beta sweetly in front of everyone while my seed leaks out under her saree.
This is our life now — daylight master-servant midnight lovers. Guilt is there sharp like knife but desire is bigger. Love is there twisted forbidden but real. And we can’t stop. We won’t stop.
The nights stretch on. The risks grow. The creampies continue. Every time I fill her I imagine the impossible — a child that is ours but never can be acknowledged. The thought terrifies me arouses me binds me tighter to her. Radha has become my obsession my weakness my reason to breathe my secret sin.
In the posh lanes of Greater Kailash where life moves fast and secrets hide behind high gates we keep burning together — two souls from different worlds trapped in a love that should never exist but feels more real than anything else in this world.
And so it continues — more afternoons more midnights more positions more whispered saab more creampies more love wrapped in guilt wrapped in ecstasy wrapped in the unbreakable forbidden bond between a malik ka beta and his naukrani.