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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #15 on: October 26, 2014, 07:38:37 AM »
"Yes, bua." "This should also teach you a lesson, baba." Rashida scolded me, "You lied to me like a little boy, and now you are being given a schoolboy punishment." "Yes, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please forgive me. I made a bad mistake, and I won't repeat it, bua." I continued to apologize and humbly beg for forgiveness. Though humbled, I felt that I was being punished legitimately and this was the best way to atone for my mistake and please her. "Alright, put your foot down." Rashida instructed. "And drop your arms." "Yes, bua." I stood in front of her as Rashida looked at me up and down. She then gently tugged my dick and held the tip of my penis between her thumb and forefinger. "You are a little bit hard, baba." "Yes, bua." "Baba, no man would ever let his maids punish and humiliate him like you allow us to do to you, and then get hard." "Yes, bua." Rashida continued to stroke my dick. "Baba, you are really a proper pitiful bitch." "Yes, bua." "Baba, remember." Rashida wrapped her hand around my now hard cock and gently pumped my manhood. "It's really very simple. I tell you what to do, and you obey. Your sole purpose in life is to please me." "Yes, bua." "And I like this hard little dick of yours." Rashid snickered at the word 'little'. "You should be hopelessly aroused like this whenever you are in my presence." "Yes, bua. I am always aroused with you, you know that." "Yes, of course." Rashida laughed, as she continued to stroke me. "That has never been a problem." "Yes, bua." "Ok, baba, now this time, hold your right ear with your right hand, and your left ear with your left hand." "Yes, bua." I did as my maid ordered. "Now, baba." Rashida let go of my cock as I stood there, holding my ears. "I am going to give you another schoolboy punishment, given commonly to naughty boys in India, because you have behaved like one." "Yes, bua." "What are you, baba?" "A naughty schoolboy, my mistress." "Good! And like all naughty schoolboys, you will now be doing sit-ups. Every sit-up, I want you to count, and then beg for my forgiveness. Start!" "Yes, bua." Swallowing my pride, I squatted down, while holding my ears. "One! Bua, please forgive me. I promise to do whatever chore you ask me to." I then stood up. "Good!" Rashida nodded her approval. "Continue." I then began to perform the sit-ups and apologizing to Rashida at the same time. She smiled mischievously at my plight, and said that she was beginning to enjoy this session. After I had completed twenty five painful sit-ups, Rashida told me to stop. "Baba, come here." She pointed at her legs. "See this knee, baba? You are going over it." "Yes, bua." "Lie over my lap, over my knees, baba. Bend over." "Yes, bua." "It's time for you to get a spanking from your maid." Rashida rubbed her hands. "I am going to smack that bottom of yours good and hard." "Yes, bua." "When I am finished, baba, this bottom will be nice and red." "Yes, bua." It was a position I knew intimately well. For the last four years, every Monday and Thursday, at 10.30 pm, long after everyone had gone to bed, I would report to Rashida's room in the servants' quarters. I would knock, and once she gave permission to enter, I would walk in, go to a corner of the room and undress. There I would remain, standing naked while Rashida took her time. Then my nightly punishments would begin. Sometimes the other maid Rubina would join in, but mostly it was Rashida who administered my discipline. I had always had a fascination for big, strong, powerful women, and Rashida used it to dominate me and treat me as her slave. Often business kept my parents away, and the maids used me as their toy, as their toilet, as their whipping boy at their whim. I was in the house to serve at their pleasure. And more often than not, the night would end with me lying over Rashida's knees, getting a traditional OTK spanking. The difference this time was that it was in the middle of the day, and yet here I was, in the servants' quarters, in my maid Rashida's room, lying naked across her knees on her lap, while she was going to spank my bare bum with her hair brush. SPANK! "Ouch! Ow! One!" I counted painfully. "Thank you bua, please spank me again." SPANK! "Two! Thank you bua, please spank me again." SPANK! "Three! Thank you bua, please hit me again." "Baba." Rashida cooed. "Who are you?" "I ..." I gulped. "I am a naughty boy, bua." "And what happens to naughty boys, baba?" "They get punished, bua." SPANK! "Four! Thank you bua, please beat me again." SPANK! "Five! Thank you bua, please spank me again." Rashida continued to hit my ass hard with the flat side of her hair brush, taking care to alternate between spanks to my my right butt cheek, and then my left. "Baba, I like to put naught boys like you over my knee and smack their bare bottoms." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Thirteen! Thank you bua, please beat me again." "Baba, perhaps I should use my slipper, instead of this hand brush. I have noticed that whenever I use my slipper on your backside, you remain well behaved for days.""Yes, bua." SPANK! "Fourteen! Thank you bua, please strike me again." Rashida tossed away the hair brush, and bent down to remove the chappal (an Indian slipper) from her right foot. I felt the rough bottom of the sponge sandal lying across my now burning buttocks. "You have been a bad boy, baba, and bad boys deserve a whipping with a sandal." "Yes, bua." SPANK! "Fifteen! Thank you bua, please spank me again." The sandal stung. Because it was made of some type of rubber, the chappal would hit my ass and then somehow stretch to remain there for just a bit of that extra second, intensifying the pain thoroughly. Not to mention, the humiliation of being hit by your maid, and that too with her slipper. SPANK! "Sixteen! Thank you bua, please hit me again." "Baba," Rashida told me, "Yesterday when you peed, you did not put the toilet seat down. How many times I have told you to put the seat down on the toilet after peeing?" It was a simple mistake, but one that she had warned me several times before. The maids were in charge of cleaning our house, and I was to make their job easier by not peeing standing. Rashida had ordered me to sit down on the toilet and pee. As she said, I was their bitch, so I shouldn't pee standing like a man. And if I did urinate while standing, I was supposed to clean the toilet of the pee that may have missed the bowl, and put the seat down. SPANK! "Ow! Ow! Seventeen! I am so sorry, bua, it won't happen again. Please spank me." "You forgot to thank me, baba. That spank will be repeated. Count it again." SPANK! "Oh my! Seventeen! Thank you, bua. I am so sorry, bua. Please beat me again." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! And so it went on for a while, until Rashida decided I had been spanked enough. She let me lie there on her lap, whimpering, while she caressed my butt and examined the results of her handiwork. "Baba!" Rashida was slowly massaging my warm butt. "There's something you need to know." "Yes, bua?" "My mother might be staying over at my aunt's next month, as she is not well." "Oh, I am sorry to hear about her illness, bua. I hope she becomes well soon. I will pray for her." "Thank you, baba. What I wanted to say was that my sister Tamanna might have to come here and stay with us for a bit." "Yes, bua. She is welcome to stay here, of course." "Thank you, baba. Now, please stand up and face me." Obeying her, I stood up once more. I was conscious that I was the scion of this powerful family, with strong political and business connections. I was tipped over to soon take over my father's IMF Clips. And here I was, naked, my bum crimson red from being spanked by our mere house maid, and right now she was seated on her stool examining my penis while I stood demurely in front of her, my head bowed down like a slave. "Baba," Rashida was gently stroking my manhood. "How long has it been since you last ejaculated?" "I ..." Normally I should be embarrassed to discuss this intimate act with my maid, but our situation was far from normal. "Four days ago, bua." I didn't lie, of course. I had just been punished for lying. And moreover, I had long ago found out, from painful experience, that somehow Rashida could tell when I was lying about my masturbation. Even if I closed my room doors, deep at night when everyone was asleep, and masturbated into a condom to a porn flick and then threw away the condom, leaving no traces behind, she would still know. And as was just demonstrated, lying to Rashida came with its own dreadful repercussions, so I had to try and always be truthful with her. It was emasculating, of course, to have to ask my maid servants for permission to cum, but it was still better to follow their orders than to be caught lying, or cumming without permission. "I see." Rashida rubbed the tip of her middle finger across the vein of my hardening penis. "And when was the last time Rubina punished you, dear?" I winced. I didn't like to be reminded of the fact that our younger maid, the one who was actually younger than me, and should by all rights be respecting and fearing me, had the power to pull my pants down and have me lie on her lap and give me a hiding. Rubina was the younger maid in our house (she was my age; to be precise she is younger to me by a few months). Whereas Rashida was big, Rubina was small. She was of short stature, thin, with apple-sized boobs. Her only big feature was her butt. It was big for her body and when she walked, it sashayed from side to side. "Er," I tried to answer Rashida's question. "She punished me also four days ago,bua." "What happened?" Rashida asked me, daintly cupping my testicles. "I ... er ... I ..." "Baba." Rashida had my balls in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Do tell me." I then recounted to Rashida, as she rubbed my now turgid dick, about my last punishment with Rubina. It was four days ago, and in the afternoon. The house was all empty (or so I thought). Rashida had gone to visit her village and wouldn't be back for another two days. My father was attending some political rally, while my mother was in one of her NGO board meetings. Rubina, I thought, had gone to the market. It was one of those rare moments, I had thought, when I truly was by myself. I wanted to have a grand masturbation session. Even though I hadn't asked Rashida for permission, I knew she would be returning two days later - too late to catch me. Rubina could never tell when I had cum. So I opened my laptop and downloaded some of the latest porn starring my favourite porn star Viviene Riely. She was a very fair skinned and comely buxom Latina woman, and I loved her "Maid in Atlanta" series. Viviene played the role of a maid (in the traditional sexy French maid outfit) in a five star hotel somewhere in Atlanta, and by the end of every movie she would end up dominating a multitude of young white boys who were guests at the hotel who tried to hit on her. The plot line was all the same - she would come to clean the room, a boy who was staying there would hit on her and another would expose himself to her. Rather than submitting, Viviene would turn the situation around and dominate those boys and have them at her mercy. I hooked up the laptop to my giant LCD tv, and slowly started to stroke my cock as the movie progressed. I had a condom ready. I had enough time, I thought, to clean up and have no one find out. Suddenly, the door to my room opened, and to my shock, Rubina barged in. She was about to say something, and then she stopped. I was cringing. There was no way to hide what I was doing. The scene on the TV showed Viviene holding a wimpy boy by his ears while another rubbed his sorry red ass in the background. "Stand up." Rubina ordered. I stood up. I was taller than her, of course. Rubina reached up, sharply grabbed my left ear and twisted it painfully. She then raised her other hand and twisted my right ear. So here I was, getting both my ears pulled by my diminutive maid. Rubina continued to give me a kaan dola for a while, as I helplessly stood there. She then let go of my right ear, but led me by my left ear and made me stand with my face to the wall in the corner of my own room. Then she let go of my ear. I remained standing, facing the wall, my back to her, not knowing what was going to happen. Rubina wrapped her hands around my waist and tugged at my pajama drawstrings. One quick pull, and my pajamas were down at my ankles and I was naked from waist down. Rubina then told me to step out of the pajamas. "Spread your legs, baba." Rubina ordered me. "Yes, choto bua." I called Rubina choto bua - "choto" meant younger. "Now bend over, and reach behind you to spread your sorry ass too." "Yes, choto bua." "I am going to finish this movie and you better not move or look back, baba, until I tell you to do so." "Yes, choto bua." My ears were still sore from when she had twisted them, but my dick was rapidly getting hard at the tone Rubina was using and the humiliation of what I was expected to do. I spread my legs wide apart and reached back grabbing my ass mounds, spreading them apart exposing my asshole between them. I was now mooning her. I maintained this very painful and humiliating position for a good twenty minutes or so as Rubina watched the video. Every sound from the video made my imagination run rampant and I was getting hot, totally aware of my capitulation to this woman who was nothing more than my mere servant. "Alright, baba. I have seen enough. Stand up and take off your shirt. Good, now come here and kneel in front of me, bitch." Rubina was standing to one side of the room. I walked over to her, now completely in the buff, and kneeled down. SLAP! A sharp cracking sound went through the room as Rubina's outstretched hand met my cheek. "One! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Two! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Why am I slapping you, baba?" Rubina asked me redundantly. "I was watching a porn flick, choto bua." I answered dutifully. "I was going to cum without your permission." SLAP! "Three! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Four! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." Rubina continued to slap me painfully until I counted to fourteen. Rubina loved to humiliate me and give me very painful punishments. SLAP! "Fifteen! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Sixteen! Thank you, choto bua. Please slap me again." "Look up." Rubina sharply commanded. "Yes, choto bua." I turned to look at her as she sharply drew in her breath and curled in her lips. SPIT! "You are a worthless human being, baba." "Yes, choto bua." SPIT! "You have a small dick, and you have to ask your maids for permission to cum." "Yes, choto bua." SPIT! "You are such an embarrassment to us when we talk about you." "Yes, choto bua." SPIT! "And you will be a cuckold when you marry, baba." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina stopped spitting and asked me to wipe myself clean with my hand. I tried to clean off the spittle off my face. "Time for your next meal, slave." Rubina sneered. "You are going to eat some maid ass." "Yes, choto bua." Rubina turned around so that her back was to me. Gently, I reached around and grabbed the bottom hemline of her petticoat. I then started to roll it up, slowly exposing her ankles, then her lower legs, and then her upper thighs. I moved her thin panty to one side as her big rotund ass came into view. Rubina then harshly lowered her bountiful ass downward towards my face. She laughed as her smelly asshole made its way plunging towards my mouth. With my hands I kept her panty in place, and her ass cheeks spread slightly apart, as I swirled my tongue around her hole and then started working it slowly in and out of her butt."That's it, kutti, clean my ass." Rubina commanded. "Keep my hole wet, bitch. Sniff my butt like the dog you are." I started working my tongue deeper and deeper into my maid's asshole. The degrading remarks Rubina was making about me only made me hornier and more determined to please her. My licking had moistened the opening of her rectum as loose as it would go as I was now easing my tongue in and out with ease. Rubina suddenly rose up and walked to the center of my room, her sari falling back to cover her now wet behind. She pulled out my chair and sat down on it, before crossing her legs and snapping her fingers. "Quick, kutti," She ordered. "Get off your knees and get on your belly on the floor. Worship my feet you dog." Quickly I crawled to where she was sitting and proceeded to lie down on my stomach on the floor at Rubina's feet, which I immediately started to kiss and lap. "That's it you kutti. Pay your respect to your mistress." Rubina demanded. I obeyed, as I felt Rubina's hand grab my hair from above and move my head around her feet, pushing my mouth flush against them. "That it, baba. Lap my feet like the dog you are. And raise your bum and wiggle it. Show me you are happy to be treated like a bitch by your mistress." It was tough, but I tried to raise my behind and twerk it from side to side as I licked and kissed her feet. I then realized the floor was rubbing against my hard penis, and also increasing my own excitement. Suddenly Rubina stood up. I remained still, face on the floor, butt in the air, awaiting her next orders. Rubina walked over to my closet and took out a belt. She made a loop on one end of it and slipped it around my neck. I was now her dog on a leash. "Come." She ordered, as she led me out of my room. "Remain on all fours like the dog you are, baba." "Yes, choto bua." I hoped my parents were not at home. It was not a sight I wanted anyone to see me in - being led, naked, on a leash on all fours like a dog. Rubina led me all the way through the house to the kitchen. She then bent down, rolled up her petticoat slightly and pulled her now wet and panty down. "Take this panty and put it in your mouth." Rubina commanded. I complied, as I now stood stark naked in the kitchen, my belt/leash dangling from my neck, and Rubina's damp panty stuffed in my mouth. Rubina walked over to the pantry and took out a spatula. "Now bend over that chair over there," She pointed. With her dirty panty shoved into my mouth, I walked over to the chair and bent over the back of the char, with my ass sticking up, and placed my hands on the seat.

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #16 on: October 26, 2014, 07:39:21 AM »
"Now I am going to spank you, baba," Rubina told me, as she walked up to stand behind me. "This is for masturbating without permission, and you better not move off that chair till I tell you." "Yes, choto bua." I tried to say without dropping the panty. SWAT! The first blow bhagwaned as I had barely positioned myself on the chair. Immediately, as I had been by now trained to do, I counted it, thanked her and asked for another one. As I spoke, I dropped the panty. "Did I tell you to count?" "Er... no, choto bua. I just thought..." "You just thought..." Rubina murmured in anger. She grabbed the panty and shoved it roughly into my mouth again. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Each blow stung, and after a few swats, my whole behind felt like it was on fire. My feet shook wildly to the side of the rickety chair, but now I dared not speak or utter a sound lest I dropped the panty again. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as Rubina started to increase the ferocity of the punishment. I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but I dared not. By the time she was done, I was in tears, and quite sure I wouldn't be able to sit for a couple of hours. Rubina left me alone for some time, as I remained bent over the chair, and squirmed in pain. After a few minutes, I started to get some feeling back into my red ass. My shocks weren't over. To my utter dismay, Zarine now entered the kitchen. Zarine was the young daughter of the paanwala (vendor) who had a stall down the street. Zarine also worked as a part time maid on one of the houses in the neighbourhood. It used to be that she would call me "bhaiyya", which meant brother in Bengali. It's usually what you call someone older than you out of respect. And now, here she was, ogling me in my helplessness, with my red spanked derriere in full view. It wasn't the first time Zarine had seen me naked of course. Rashida had made me "come out" to a few women of her choice (mostly from the domestic help) in the neighbourhood. They would occasionally have parties (when my parents were away) where they would remain fully clothed while I would be made to serve them tea and food as a slave. Rubina and Zarine, being of the same age, also shared a fascination of punishing me when the older Rashida wasn't around. "Bhaiyya." Zarine snickered as she walked in. "I see you have been naughty again." "Yes, apa." I replied, going red with shame. I had to call Zarine, who was younger than me, "apa", a term of respect accorded to older women. I was still lying bent over the chair, panty in my mouth. "Bhaiyya, what did you do to deserve your punishment?" "Apa, I was watching an adult film without permission." I still had some dignity left in me that I was blushing as I admitted my crime to Zarine. "I was going to cum, and I hadn't asked choto bua for permission." "Baba." Rubina ordered. "Get up from that position. I think you have been humiliated enough for now. Go and make us a cup of tea each before I decide to beat your sorry butt again. And take off that leash, and the panty from your mouth." I slowly stood up, and yelped in pain as Zarine slapped my ass a couple of times. Rubina laughed at my squirming. I removed the panty from my mouth, and tried to rub my ass cheeks only to have Rubina warn me to not touch my behind. With my bright red ass exposed to the women's view, I dutifully made tea for them. After it was done, I poured the cups and walked back over to my mistresses, placing the tea on the kitchen dining table where Zarine and Rubina were seated. "Get on the floor and massage my feet while I enjoy the tea," Rubina instructed. "Yes, choto bua." After Zarine had her tea, she called me over and spread her legs wide. "Come here bhaiyya. Lap my cunt. I feel like I need a release." She demanded. I quickly crawled over, lifted her sari and petticoat. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Burying my face in her twat, I started to lick Zarine's clit. Zarine, who had limited sexual experience, was soon in the throes of passion as she enjoyed me tonguing her lady parts. "Oh yes! Oh YES! OH, YES!" Zarine quickly reached her climax, grabbing my hair and roughly shoving me deep into her. I continued to lick her furiously as she started to ooze her love juices out. When she was done, Zarine pushed me back. It was then Rubina's turn to have me eat her out. Rubina's orgasm was even louder than Zarine's. Discovering me about to cum and watch a porn flick, she had been turned on by me licking out her asshole. Every time she pulled on my "leash" as she led me to the kitchen had made her wetter and wetter. When she spanked me with the spatula, and I meekly, demurely, shyly accepted my punishment from her, it made her even more aroused. Watching her friend Zarine cum unabashedly put Rubina so close to the edge, that my mere servitude demeanor and licking of her clit was enough to push her into a deep, primal, intense climax. When she was finally done, Rubina looked at me. I was kneeling at her feet, my face wet with her juices, and my hair all unkempt from the pulling, and the marks of her spanking all over my ass, and my face flush red with her slaps and my efforts at the oral enslavement. "Stand up." Rubina commanded, and I complied. "Do you need to cum?" She asked me. "Oh, yes, choto bua, please, may I?" I gushed out, partly in surprise at Rubina even thinking of my release. Usually she wasn't so merciful in my punishments, whereas Rashida always took care of me afterwards. "Yes." Rubina turned to Zarine. It was clear that Rubina herself wasn't going to help me - she considered this act beneath her. "Zarine, be a dear and milk him, will you?""Yes, apa." Zarine's face was a picture of joy. "Bhaiyya, come here." Zarine lowered herself, and to my surprise, positioned her lips over my now rock hard dick. Within seconds, her mouth completely engulfed my manhood and she started to bob her head up and down my shaft, her tongue now working its magic on me just as I had done to her earlier. Within minutes I couldn't control myself anymore and my knees buckled. I pushed my meat deep into her hungry mouth. I started to cum. And as Rashida used to remark, I could cum gallons of cum. Zarine was slurping my cum as if it was too precious to waste. I could see her throat working furiously as she was swallowing, yes, swallowing every drop of my semen. A little glob escaped her lips and ran down her chin. When I was done, Zarine rubbed that drop with her finger and even licked that clean. I had never felt so drained of cum. I finished recounting that incident to Rashida as I now stood in front of her, naked, my dick and balls in her hands, and completely at her mercy. Rashida gently kneaded my testicles as she reflected on my story. "Baba," Rashida rolled my balls in her hand. "By now, you know that I love having you as my slave." "Yes, bua." "I love the power I wield over you, and I love the fact you, baba, my employer's son, hang on to my every word and obey my every desire." "Yes, bua." "I love the fact that I can punish you, spank you, piss on you, spit on you, or slap you, and yet you remain ready to lick my feet or kiss my bum or remain in my servitude." "Yes, bua. You are my mistress and I remain your slave." "Yet, baba." Rashida rubbed the tip of my now rock hard cock with her forefinger. "I never do it in a 'bad' way. Even if you hate the punishment, we both know you love it. I don't force you to be my slave, but you do it of your own free will." "Yes, bua. I willingly, whole heartedly, with full consciousness of mind, submit to you as a slave, and take you as my mistress, bua." Rashida smiled. It was clear that my words had mollified her. "So now remember this rule, baba. Honesty to me is #1. Never lie to me. If I asked you to do something, and you didn't, or you broke a rule, or you made a mistake, tell me. If you don't do that, baba, you are lying to me." "Yes, bua." Rashida suddenly stood up. Her hand was still holding me by my dick. She started to walk to her bed, and yanked me along by my cock. Reaching her bed, Rashida let go of my dick and sat down in her bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She then indicated that I should kneel down on the floor, facing her. My face was now just above her knees. "You are going to service me sexually now, baba." She told me. "Er, ah?" For a moment I was in shock, and then my face broke into a big smile. "Of course, bua." Rashida gently smacked me across my face. It wasn't a slap, but more of a gentle pat on my cheeks. "Don't cum, baba. And do only what I tell you to do." "Yes, bua." "Now put your hand on my breasts. And pinch the nipple." "Er, yes, bua." With my hands shaking, I slowly reached up and cupped her breasts. Remember, Rashida was still completely dressed. Feeling for her nipple through her blouse and the bra beneath her blouse, I pinched her areole between my thumb and fingers, and she gave out a slow moan of desire. "Punishing you has made me all hot and bothered, baba." She told me. "Continue." I grasped both of her breasts and began to squeeze and fondle them in earnest. Rashida giggled at first, but then started to breath heavily with every touch. She soon decided to take off her blouse, and then reached behind and unhooked her bra. I was in heaven as her huge boobs tumbled out into my bare hands. I squeezed and pinched and meshed them together as Rashida purred. "Do my cunt." She commanded. My hands found her thighs, as I started to roll up her sari and petticoat. She leaned back, spreading her legs as my hands inched up. My fingers found her panties, soaking wet. She was dripping already. She shook noticeably when I ran my fingers up her cunt lips and over her mound to rest where her clitoris was hidden. Pressing harder and rocking my fingers back and forth sideways, I made Rashida cry out in pleasure. I reached up with one hand and found her breast again and her nipple was already hard. I pinched her nipple and also rubbed her clit - this really got her going, and loud. She had closed her eyes, her legs were now shaking, and I placed my head between her legs and started to lick her in earnest. My tongue attacked her vagina, lashing deeper and deeper into her. Rashida's legs started to buckle as she pulled my hair sharply, and painfully. "Oh yes. Oh YES! OH YES!" Rashida started to come, and how! She dripped and oozed and gushed and jerked as I lapped at her love tunnel. My face was wet as she continued to flow like a leaky faucet. Finally, I could feel her spasms subside slowly as her breathing returned to normal. After Rashida was done, she told me to step forward and stand up. "Baba." Rashida was now rubbing my cock with her fingers. "Lots of people claim that a mistress should never reward a slave with a blowjob. They say that it's demeaning to the mistress. But I like to think that I have the power to reward my slave as I wish." "Yes, bua." I paused, holding my breath in anticipation. Was Rashida really going to give me a blowjob? No one could give a blowjob like Rashida. YES! Rashida drew me closer to her, and then lifted my penis up. She flicked out her tongue and gently kissed my ball sac. She then ran her tongue up and down my balls, kissing each testicle in turn. "Ooooh." I was slowly in heaven. Any woman can put your dick in her mouth to make your jerk off and call it a blowjob. A real woman knows that a blowjob starts with the balls. Rashida had one of my balls in her mouth, and gently sucked on it, before releasing it and paying homage to the other one. As she withdrew her mouth, I pushed my penis and touched her pouty lips with it. A small drop of precum emerged and nestled against her cheeks. Rashida then opened her mouth and I plunged into her. Her lips closed in, and her tongue was now wrapped around the head of my bulbous penis. She sucked and I pushed. She gently relaxed and I pulled back a bit. I was now enjoying the most erotic and enjoyable blowjob of my life. Rashida was sucking me with great ferocity and by pushing her cheeks inward, she was making the sucking more intense so that it was most enjoyable. She kept moving her tongue around my cock and it kept giving me the spasms of sheer pleasure which I had never enjoyed before in my life. "Aaah." My manhood started to twitch and I jerked. It was as if a dam had burst. My cum burst out and I started to ejaculate. I began to ooze and ooze cum and Rashida kept sucking me. Finally, my discharge started to subside as my cock shuddered once or twice, emptying the last vistages of my man juice into my maid's mouth. Rashida swallowed my deposit completely before standing up. "That was a good session." "Er... Yes, bua." Rashida sometimes liked to slap me a few times after giving me a blowjob, and today was no different. It was her way of making sure a blowjob did not diminish her in front of my eyes. SLAP! "One! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Two! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Three! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again." SLAP! "Four! Thank you, bua. Please slap me again." "That's enough for now, baba. Now please put on your clothes, and go to your room. I have some work to do for this party." "Yes, bua." "And, oh, baba?" "Yes, bua?" "Go and get some rest now. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, you will go to the market for me." "Yes, bua." I vowed to never shirk off my orders from Rashida again.


THE END

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Re: My Indian maid catches me masturbating, and spanks me
« Reply #17 on: June 28, 2017, 04:51:05 AM »
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