Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... to give her a delightful figure 8, and her attire gave her a very sensuous appeal.

"Choto bua." I put the suitcase to one side and walked up to Zarine. "May I kiss your cheeks?"

Zarine giggled, before she made a serious face.

"Yes,baba. Go ahead."

I leaned in and kissed her cheeks. My cock gave a little twitch as my lips pressed against her skin, and then once more on her other cheek. As I stepped back, Zarine giggled.

"Why don't you kiss my feet also,baba?" Zarined asked, standing there, and putting out a foot.

"Er ... yes, of course,choto bua."

I knelt and lowered myself on the hallway floor. Prostrating, I immediately kissed her right foot. I pressed my lips to her ankles, and then kissed the area just above the toes, and then kissed her big toe. I repeated the action with her left foot. I then stood up, waiting to see, hopefully, if she would beckon me to kiss her cheeks again. Instead, Zarine raised her right hand and caught my left ear in a vice like grip.

"Do you like me,baba?" She asked, giving me a little smile, as she twisted my ear.

"Er ... of course,choto bua. You are a joy to be around!"

"Do you think I am sexy?"

"Er ... yes, of course,choto bua. You are young, and you are very beautiful."

"Then,baba, do you think you can take a few good pictures of me, outside, in a garden?" Zarine asked, giving my ear another twist. "Sexy pictures. Yes, I will be wearing my sari, but you will take a picture with me ... like this ... ...

... showing my navel ... like a Bollywood actress. With your big camera. I want to give to my boyfriend."

"Er ... yes, of course,choto bua." I nodded. I had a DSLR camera that I had learnt how to use. "Butchoto bua, it is now afternoon. The pictures will not be good. Let's go tomorrow morning. We can take nice pictures after the sun rise. It is called thegolden hour."

Not to mention, there will be less people there to see me take pictures of my maid servant.

"Hmm." Zarine gave my ear a final twist before letting go. She then patted my cheeks and continued, "Baba, you will now go put the suitcase in the kitchen and then go to your room. Your mother called; she wants you to call her on the phone. I will take and put the suitcase in Rashidaapa's room."

"Er ... yes,choto bua."

I still remained kneeling, and my eyes fell on her navel. I saw Zarine give another sly smile.

"Would you like to kiss my navel?" She suddenly asked.

I looked up at her in surprise, and then nodded. Perhaps a little too eagerly.

SLAP!

She had slapped me!

SLAP!

I looked up at her, my cheeks stinging as she hit me on the other cheek with the back of her hand now.

SLAP!

She let go of my chin. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor in shame. I guess Zarinewas starting to take her role as my mistress seriously.

SLAP!

"How does it feel,baba, to get slapped by me?" Zarine giggled. "The usually brash and loud young man, now meekly kneeling on the floor, at the mercy of his little ...