Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... about to start.

"Ok, go to your room. I have some work."

"Yes,bua."

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It was 4 in the afternoon. My mom had returned home, eaten lunch with me, and then headed out again. I was just half done packing my suitcase for the trip when the door to my room opened.

My younger maid servant Zarine sashayed into the room, her body's curves hidden under the thin chiffon sari she was wearing. The sari clung tightly to her svelte figure, and the faint outline of her breasts and her nipples could be seen, indicating she wasn't wearing a blouse. Apparently, Rashida hadn't had that talk yet with her that my mother wanted to.

Zarine didn't bother knocking on the door, as usual. It had been a long time since any maid servant in this house respectfully knocked my door and asked permission to enter. Nowadays, the reverse was true. If I had to enter their rooms, I was the one to knock and meekly ask for permission, whereas they would just enter mine at any time.

"Baba!" Zarine smiled. "All ready for your trip tomorrow?"

"I am just halfway done through the packing,choto bua." I replied. "Maybe an hour more."

"Tsk tsk!" She tut-tutted me. "Rashiaapa has told you since the morning to pack, and you still aren't done? When did you start?"

"Er ... just some time ago,choto bua."

Zarine walked up to me until her face was inches away from mine and smiled.

"You better not let her know that,baba. She thinks you are done!"

"Yes,choto bua."

"If she comes in and ...

... finds that you still haven't packed, she will give you a proper spanking,baba."

"Yes,choto bua." I gulped. I knew she was telling the truth; Rashida - my older house maid - wouldn't be pleased that I had ignored her instructions for over half the day. Especially after I was beaten by her the last two days for exactly that - not listening to her.

"She will make your butt so red you won't be able to sit on your big ass for the train ride tomorrow,baba." Zarine grinned. "And it's alooooong train ride."

"Yes,choto bua."

Zarine reached and caught the waistband of my pajamas and pulled it slightly to expose a little gap. Slowly her hand made its way inside, and she wrapped her dainty fingers around my now not-so-flaccid member.

"Does it arouse you,baba, when I talk about Rashidaapa spanking your big bottom?"

"I ... I ..." I grew red as Zarine rolled her fingers across my balls. "I ... I am sorry,choto bua, for being aroused. You know how I love serving you both."

"No,baba." Zarine laughed even as she stroked my hardening penis. "You just love to serve Rashidaapa - your buxom, middle aged, older house maid. Do you know I have an older sister, Tarek?"

"Er ... no,choto bua, I didn't know that."

"Her name is Saima." Zarine told me, as she continued to stroke my manhood. "She is three years older than me, but we were inseparable. Zarine Saima. Zarine Saima. People used to just call us that. Zarine Saima. But then ... my parents divorced ... and Saima went to live ...