My name is Arjun. I am 25 years old and live in a 3BHK flat in Bangalore with my parents. My father runs a small business and my mother is a housewife. We have a maid named Sunita who has been coming to our house for the last three years. She is 32, married, and has one small daughter who stays with her mother-in-law in the village.
Sunita is fair with a soft dusky glow. She has long black hair which she ties in a thick braid. Her body is full and soft – heavy round breasts that strain against her tight blouse, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, juicy ass that moves when she walks or bends. She usually wears a simple cotton saree with a short blouse that shows a little cleavage when she bends to clean. Every time she comes in the morning I feel my cock twitch.
I work from home most days. My parents leave early – father to the office, mother to the temple or market. That leaves Sunita and me alone in the house for hours.
For a long time nothing happened. She cleaned, cooked, and left by afternoon. But I started noticing the way she looked at me when she thought I was not watching. The way her eyes went to the bulge in my shorts. The way she deliberately bent lower while wiping the floor near my chair.
One Tuesday in September my parents had gone to Mysore for two days for a relative’s function. Sunita came at 9 in the morning as usual. I opened the door wearing only shorts. She looked at my bare chest for a second longer than normal and then walked in.
“Arjun beta, aaj aapke parents nahi hain?” she asked while removing her slippers.
“Haan Sunita. Do din ke liye gaye hain,” I replied.
She started her work. I sat on the sofa pretending to work on my laptop but my eyes kept following her. When she bent to clean under the table, her saree tightened around her big ass and the blouse stretched over her heavy breasts. I could see the deep line of her cleavage.
After an hour she came to the living room with a glass of water for me. She stood close. I could smell the light sweat on her body mixed with the cheap perfume she used.
“Arjun… aap bahut dekh rahe ho aaj,” she said softly.
My heart started beating fast. “Sunita… main—”
She put the glass down and sat beside me on the sofa. Her thigh touched mine. “Main bhi dekh rahi hoon,” she whispered.
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could see the small mole near her left breast where the blouse ended. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth immediately. The kiss was hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Arjun… yeh galat hai. Main shaadi-shuda hoon.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The saree rode up. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs. She was not wearing any panty under the petticoat. My hands went under the saree and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the blouse open. Her heavy breasts spilled out. No bra. Dark nipples already hard. I leaned forward and took one into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Arjun… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed and pulled the saree and petticoat off completely. She lay naked in front of me – full heavy breasts, soft stomach, smooth pussy with a neat triangle of hair, and that big round ass.
I removed my shorts. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
I started fucking her with deep strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, drove me crazy. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged, pulled back and did it again. I held her braid and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Arjun… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Sunita, ab main normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not argue. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That day we did not stop. Around 2 pm she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the evening she cooked dinner for me while still wearing only my t-shirt. After eating she came to my room, removed the t-shirt and climbed on the bed on all fours without saying a word. I fucked her hard from behind until both of us came again.
The next day was the same. Morning, afternoon and night. We fucked in the kitchen against the counter, on the sofa, in the bathroom under the shower. She started initiating more. One time she made me sit on the chair and gave me a long slow blowjob while looking into my eyes until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When my parents returned the following evening everything looked normal. Sunita served tea and spoke politely. But when she was leaving she brushed her hand against the front of my shorts and whispered, “Kal subah aapke parents temple jayenge. Door open rakhna.”
The next morning they left for the temple. Sunita came in, locked the main door, and within five minutes she was naked on my bed with my cock deep inside her.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever my parents are out, or when she comes early, or when she stays late to “finish extra work”, Sunita and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my room at night after everyone is asleep. The risk makes it hotter.
Last week she came at 11 pm wearing a tight blouse and saree. She removed everything slowly in front of me, stood completely naked and said, “Aaj jo marzi karo, lekin dheere se. Ghar wale so rahe hain.”
I spent the next three hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in every position. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally left at 2 am her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Sunita is still our maid. She still calls me “Arjun beta” in front of my parents. But every time she bends to clean the floor and looks at me from the corner of her eye, I know that later that same pussy will be wrapped tightly around my cock.
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Sunita is fair with a soft dusky glow. She has long black hair which she ties in a thick braid. Her body is full and soft – heavy round breasts that strain against her tight blouse, a soft stomach, wide hips and a big, juicy ass that moves when she walks or bends. She usually wears a simple cotton saree with a short blouse that shows a little cleavage when she bends to clean. Every time she comes in the morning I feel my cock twitch.
I work from home most days. My parents leave early – father to the office, mother to the temple or market. That leaves Sunita and me alone in the house for hours.
For a long time nothing happened. She cleaned, cooked, and left by afternoon. But I started noticing the way she looked at me when she thought I was not watching. The way her eyes went to the bulge in my shorts. The way she deliberately bent lower while wiping the floor near my chair.
One Tuesday in September my parents had gone to Mysore for two days for a relative’s function. Sunita came at 9 in the morning as usual. I opened the door wearing only shorts. She looked at my bare chest for a second longer than normal and then walked in.
“Arjun beta, aaj aapke parents nahi hain?” she asked while removing her slippers.
“Haan Sunita. Do din ke liye gaye hain,” I replied.
She started her work. I sat on the sofa pretending to work on my laptop but my eyes kept following her. When she bent to clean under the table, her saree tightened around her big ass and the blouse stretched over her heavy breasts. I could see the deep line of her cleavage.
After an hour she came to the living room with a glass of water for me. She stood close. I could smell the light sweat on her body mixed with the cheap perfume she used.
“Arjun… aap bahut dekh rahe ho aaj,” she said softly.
My heart started beating fast. “Sunita… main—”
She put the glass down and sat beside me on the sofa. Her thigh touched mine. “Main bhi dekh rahi hoon,” she whispered.
I turned towards her. Our faces were close. I could see the small mole near her left breast where the blouse ended. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth immediately. The kiss was hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. “Arjun… yeh galat hai. Main shaadi-shuda hoon.”
“Main jaanta hoon,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi sakta.”
She did not push me away. Instead she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The saree rode up. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs. She was not wearing any panty under the petticoat. My hands went under the saree and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth.
I pulled the blouse open. Her heavy breasts spilled out. No bra. Dark nipples already hard. I leaned forward and took one into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly. I sucked hard, then switched to the other breast while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Arjun… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed and pulled the saree and petticoat off completely. She lay naked in front of me – full heavy breasts, soft stomach, smooth pussy with a neat triangle of hair, and that big round ass.
I removed my shorts. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
I started fucking her with deep strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, drove me crazy. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged, pulled back and did it again. I held her braid and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Arjun… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye.”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Sunita, ab main normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not argue. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That day we did not stop. Around 2 pm she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the evening she cooked dinner for me while still wearing only my t-shirt. After eating she came to my room, removed the t-shirt and climbed on the bed on all fours without saying a word. I fucked her hard from behind until both of us came again.
The next day was the same. Morning, afternoon and night. We fucked in the kitchen against the counter, on the sofa, in the bathroom under the shower. She started initiating more. One time she made me sit on the chair and gave me a long slow blowjob while looking into my eyes until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When my parents returned the following evening everything looked normal. Sunita served tea and spoke politely. But when she was leaving she brushed her hand against the front of my shorts and whispered, “Kal subah aapke parents temple jayenge. Door open rakhna.”
The next morning they left for the temple. Sunita came in, locked the main door, and within five minutes she was naked on my bed with my cock deep inside her.
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever my parents are out, or when she comes early, or when she stays late to “finish extra work”, Sunita and I find a way. Sometimes she comes to my room at night after everyone is asleep. The risk makes it hotter.
Last week she came at 11 pm wearing a tight blouse and saree. She removed everything slowly in front of me, stood completely naked and said, “Aaj jo marzi karo, lekin dheere se. Ghar wale so rahe hain.”
I spent the next three hours doing exactly that. I licked her pussy until she came on my tongue. I fucked her in every position. I came inside her twice and once in her mouth. When she finally left at 2 am her legs were slightly shaking and there was a satisfied smile on her face.
Sunita is still our maid. She still calls me “Arjun beta” in front of my parents. But every time she bends to clean the floor and looks at me from the corner of her eye, I know that later that same pussy will be wrapped tightly around my cock.
If you liked this hot married maid chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of a particular session or what happened when my mother almost caught us. I will write it.