I had also discovered how to masturbate. Every afternoon, after coming home from school, I would close the door to my room, lock it, and then pull down my pants. Taking my penis in my hand, and armed with a supply of Johnsons & Johnsons lotion close by, I would start to fantasize about actresses Madhuri Dixit or Juhi Chawla, or my really hot English teacher Mrs. Geeta Patel.
In my fantasies, I would be in a house with these beautiful women, or on an island, and they would make me their servant, making me serve them tea and drinks. They would then call me, hold me by the ear or twist it, and then slap me for mistakes I made. I would then be forced to lick their feet and then kiss their beautiful buttocks. They would use me and abuse me as their personal boy toy. In no time at all, I would be ejaculating a huge amount of cum into my hands. This was my daily routine.
Lately, I had started to notice my maid servant Rashida as well. We also kept a younger maid called Rubina who knew how to cook well. Rubina was just a young scrawny thing; her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Otherwise she had a thin small figure. Rashida on the other hand — she was bigger, and filled out quite nicely. You could say Rashida was a little chubby, but the weight was in the proper places.
Being older, Rashida was also more carefree with her appearance, with more skin exposed — back, navel — and her big pendulous breasts were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. Rashida’s blouse was always a size smaller for her humongous boobs, and her cleavage was always visible, even more when it was just I who was around. When she used to mop the floor, I used to sit at the dining table, pretending to study, while ogling her as she bent over, her gigantic butt protruding, while engaged in the housework. After she was done, I would usually go to my room, trying to be discreet about my raging boner, and jack off to thoughts of Rashida and Mrs. Patel together.
One afternoon there was no one home except the two maids — Rubina and Rashida. I knocked on the door after returning from school and Rashida opened the front door.
“Hi Rashida. How are you?” I greeted her as I walked in.
“I am fine, baba.” She replied. “Thank you for asking. Your parents are out, and will be returning late. Do you want your food right away, or sometime later?”
“Perhaps later, Rashida.” I told her. “I want to relax in my room for some time.”
“Alright, baba. I have to finish sweeping the floors before I mop them. After that I will make your food.”
Rashida had turned around and was heading back to the kitchen. My eyes went to her shapely buttocks, and how her clothing was clinging on to her shapely figure. Her ass cheeks swayed from side to side as she walked, and I could feel my penis hardening. Oh, how I would love to bury my face between her ass cheeks!
I went to my room. Carefully shutting the door, I started to strip. First I took off my socks, then my shirt, and then my pants. I was now dressed only in my underwear — a thin, cotton, elastic underwear — and ready to begin my masturbation session.