She would find the slightest excuse to call me names or ridicule me. Whenever my parents were out and we were alone in the house, I knew she would call me to her room. And slap me. Or command me to lick her cunt. Or kiss her feet. I was never, never, never to fuck her. And after she humiliated me and made me lick her or finger her to an orgasm, that’s when she would show mercy on me. If I asked, she would stroke me and make me cum in a condom, or gift me a blowjob. But those were rare and it never got further.
A few times while we were in the house, I had gotten bold and had pawed her breasts and hugged and kissed her — like I did tonight at the bathroom — but all those times I got punished and slapped — just like today. So now, the situation seemed uncanny.
Here was Narges, seemingly eager to please me, offering to put on some sexy lingerie. What would I say?
Seeing my silence, Narges grinned. “Oh, don’t worry loverboy. We have two nights together. I can wear these tomorrow.”
Saying that, she gathered my gifts, walked over to the cupboard and placed them there. Then she turned off the light. The room was suddenly dark, but not completely. The moon had risen now, and cast a soft white glow inside the room. I could clearly see and make out objects close to me.
I jumped into the bed on one side and waited. Narges plugged in a night lamp. It cast a small soft blue glow, enabling me to see Narges’s beautiful plump figure as she sashayed to the bed and climbed in. We both lay facing each other, smiling.
“You look beautiful,” I told her, and moved forward and kissed her on her lips. I waited for a resounding slap, but it didn’t come, so I kissed her again and stepped back.
“Thank you,” Narges beamed. “You look great too. You have grown tall, kept in shape, and are now a handsome young man!”
We kissed again, this time hugging each other tightly and I felt her tongue probe deep inside me.
“Narges,” I whispered, as we came up for air, “What about Fateh? He is right next door, and can hear everything!” I spoke softly so as not to be overheard.
“Oh, don’t worry about him.” Narges informed me, as her hands gently stroked my cheek. “Pretend he is not here in this house. My husband will not dare set foot in this room now, sahib.”
This was said quite loudly, and I am sure Fateh heard it. I looked at Narges’s body, now bathed in the moonlight. Her hair was loose, and lying across her breasts. Her face was a little sweaty from the work she had done in the kitchen, and she hadn’t taken a bath before lying down for the night. The pallu had gone to one side and her right breast was protruding from under her white blouse. I stared at her tits and her round figure. Her smell was intoxicating me.
“Oh my maid, my sexy goddess, I want to make love to you.” I told her.
“Sarun,” She replied. “Don’t make love to me. FUCK me.”
That did it. I pulled away her pallu, un-hooked the blouse, and pushed her white bra up to expose her large round breasts, the big black areolas standing erect. I played with the right breast, squeezing and pinching it, rotating the nipple between my thumb and fingers, then sucked on it.