What I am going to write now is another of my true stories, which happened a few years ago with a busty maid. It was one of those days when I was still a student. There was a vacant site next to our house, and the owner decided to construct a house there.

A watchman shed was built, and a family from North Karnataka occupied the house. The family consisted of a woman and her two daughters. One daughter was married with two kids, and the other one was still unmarried. The unmarried one was a bomb with a very slim figure and a large pair of boobs.

Her name was Yellamma, and she used to come to our house to fetch drinking water. One day, my mother asked her if she would work in our house as a maid. She consulted her mother and agreed to come early in the morning before her construction work and again in the evening.

She started coming, and she would always be in a sari, a typical North Karnataka type of sari. I used to get a boner seeing her. I always wanted to try my luck, especially when I would give her my clothes for washing. I would ensure I touched her boobs. They were hard and nice.

I was eagerly waiting for an opportunity to maul them. One day, it was raining very heavily, and we had some clothes put up for drying on the terrace. Yellamma ran upstairs to remove the clothes. I also ran behind her to help.

When we were removing the clothes, I don’t know where I got the courage from, I pressed her boobs hard. She was shocked. She just ran down with the clothes. She did not talk to me for the next two days. But whenever she saw me, a smile would be visible.

Days passed, and I would occasionally brush myself against her. One day, the entire family came to watch a movie at my house. I was on the three-seater sofa and Yellamma, and her sister’s kids were sitting on the floor just at my foot. I put my foot up and slept on the sofa and was watching the movie.

Suddenly an idea struck me. I lowered my hand down, and now I was able to touch Yellamma’s right boob in the side. I started pressing her boobs, in fact, you could say poking it. She was getting excited with each poke of mine. She didn’t know how to react.

She just sat there, occasionally pushing her body forward and back again. The movie ended, and the rest of her family went to their shed in the neighboring site. But Yellamma said she will wash the few vessels in the sink and went to the kitchen.

Luckily that day, my parents weren’t at home, and so I followed her to the kitchen. As she was washing the vessels, I went from behind and cupped both her boobs. I started squeezing them. She just let out a few moans saying. I inserted my hand inside her blouse and started squeezing her boob.

She was not wearing any bra as she never was used to wearing any inner wears. I pushed myself forward and started dry, humping her from behind. She only said, “Bidu nanna.” (Leave me.) But I continued doing it. After she finished washing the vessels, she pushed me and ran away.

This act continued for some days. Whenever I would find an opportunity and wherever I found, I would maul her boobs and press her ass. What I could make out was that she was a horny female.

One day, it was around 11 AM, and it was a Sunday. She did not have construction work, and luckily my parents were also out. Her mother, who used to always have a watchful eye on her, had gone to the market to buy their weekly ration.

Yellamma came to our house to do the house chores and was followed by her sister. I managed to tease her with a few squeezes, and she was extremely horny that day, probably because no one was around. She managed to send her sister out after some time, asking her to start cooking.

It was a perfect set up for us. I pushed her against the wall in the kitchen and started opening her blouse hooks. She started resisting saying, “Na valle.” (I don’t want.) in North Karnataka Kannada. I didn’t care and completely opened all the hooks.

I then put my mouth on her nipples and started sucking them profusely. She was just making moaning sounds. I then looked into her eyes and said, “Come to the room.” She said, “I won’t.” But I started pulling her towards the room. The main door was still open.

I pushed her into the room and ran towards the main door to lock it. I came running back to the room and found her trying to hook up her blouse. But I immediately held her hands and said, “Let it be.” I pushed her on the cot and started sucking her nipples.

She lifted her left knee and started saying, “Leave me.” I heard nothing and continued doing it. Now she put her hands on my head and started pushing my head towards her boobs. I moved my hand down and started lifting her sari up with the petticoat. It was a little wet as she was doing the house chores.

I started moving my hand further up until I reached her glory hole. It was thick with pubic hair. I started massaging her vagina, and she was now out of control. All she said was “Yevva, na sathe.” (Ma I am dead)

I then got up and removed my pajama and held my dick in my hand. I now had become a little proficient in this act as my neighbor aunty had taught me well. I told Yellamma, “Yaarigu helabeda.” (Don’t tell anyone.) I then put myself on her holding my dick. I then remembered I had not worn a condom.

I ran to the shelf and started looking for the Moods packet that I had hidden under the clothes. I removed the packet, and luckily I had two. I wore one quickly, and because of the excitement, my hands were literally shivering. I then went back to Yellamma.

Holding my dick in one hand, I started teasing her by hovering my dick over her pussy but not inserting it. She was now impatient and said, “Hettu, bega hettu.” (Fuck quickly) I then started slowly inserting my tool inside. It took some time for me to put it in, and I started a rhythmic movement.

As I was ramming her, all she was moaning. I increased the pace, and she put her legs around my waist and started pushing her ass up reciprocating to my every hump. It was almost like 8 minutes when I felt the cum building up. I asked her, “Nindu ayitha?” (Did you get an orgasm?)

She had closed her eyes and just said, “Aagthidyo yappa.” (It’s happening.) I then increased the pace and, with a grunt, started orgasming. The cum was collected in the condom, and then I gave her a bite on the neck and got up. She was looking satisfied and got up, pulling her sari down.

Sitting on the bed, she started buttoning her blouse and then ensured the sari was properly wound around her. She got up and said, “Yeshtu channagi hetithya.” (You do it very well.)

I asked her if it was her first for which she said, “Illo yappa, nanna lagna aagonu hetyaane.” (The guy who is going to marry me has fucked me once.) I hugged her and again reminded her not to tell anyone and went and opened the door. She finished whatever housework was remaining and left the house.

Whenever we got a chance, we either did a quickie or just fondling. She later went back to her home town to get married. The last I heard was that now she was happily married with two kids. Please share your feedback about my story of the busty maid o