Hi all, my name is Alok, and this is my first time sharing my story. I’ve been a reader of ISS for some time now, so I hope this ignites some passions for you all as well.
I’m currently in Hyderabad, but have been born and brought up all my life in Mumbai itself. My family had parents and an elder sister as well. We’ve been a good family for the most part, with all kinds of ups and downs. I’ve always been an athletic one, 5’11, well maintained, and packing a good tool of 7.5 inches of steel.
In my teen years, I’ve had a girlfriend with physical action but no sex, and they were great, but gradually, somehow, I wasn’t attracted to them anymore, or rather, I always wanted more. I’ve yearned for a passion of a woman’s hunger, the one that can even turn the most noble of men into slaves of desire, which caused me to have a strange struggle. You might call this fake, but it takes me an intense session of sex in order to finish. Otherwise, my soul and body aren’t satisfied.
Over the years, I learned the art of easily making women’s toes curl, using all kinds of methods, and now I yearn to do more. But I digress, so coming to the focus of the story, my maid of the house, Maalti (Name Changed).
She’s been working at our house for years now, used to work for 2 hours a day and leave generally. In my college days, when I was 21, I luckily did not have attendance issues and used to spend the majority of my time at home, gaming or sports. My parents had jobs, so eventually I used to take care of and be alone with Maalti at home, which was dangerous to leave a horny, fueled couple unattended.
We started talking, which were just simple conversations about days, and over time I found out she was married and had 3 kids. She was in an unhappy marriage where she was forced to have kids, and her husband was a 2 pump chump and a drunkard. (Typical Indian Household).
Over time, we became closer, and our conversations started getting deeper, and a flame ignited somewhere. From my relations to her fantasies that were never even heard, let alone attempted to be fulfilled, we both laid our souls bare. I started flirting with unbeknownst to me, a smile here, a touch there, and the solitude of the house allowed us to be true to our nature. Holding hands to a long hug, teasing her about the colour of her bra, and tickling me when I studied became a routine. She had a smaller build and a perfectly proportional waist.
And then came that one fine day when everything changed. My parents had left, and I knew that the house was ours for the next 7 hours. She rang the bell, but something was different; there was no joy, no excitement. I asked, but she evaded. For several minutes, I enquired, frustration growing in me, when I finally pushed her to the wall forcefully but in a gentle way and asked.
“Kya hua, tumari ankhon mein nami kyu hai.” (What happened? Why are you crying?)
“Mein khush nahi hoon, mere bacche meri sunte nahi, kyuki unhe meri saas bigad chuki hai, mera patti nikumba hai jo kama bhi nahi pata na toh woh ek acha baap hai. Aur aab toh woh mujhe ek aurat hone ki khushiyan bhi nahi de paata. Mein thak chuki hoon.”
(I’m not happy, my kids don’t listen to me cause my mother-in-law is spoiling them, my husband is a useless idiot who doesn’t earn and isn’t a good father. Moreover, now he doesn’t even do his responsibility as a man, and he can’t please me either. I’m sick and tired.)
I don’t know what came over me, but I embraced her tightly, and she curled up in my chest, like a kitten in a warm blanket. I brought her to the couch and told her, “Maalti mein tumhare liye kya kar sakta hoon, tum jo bolo”
(Maalti, what can I do for you? Tell me.)
She smiled and said, “kuch nahi, mein sambhal lungi, tum kya hi kar sakte hoon”
(Nothing, I can handle myself, what could you do?)
I said, “Mein tumhe woh khushi de sakta hoon jiski tumhe sakt zaroorat hai”
(I can give you that happiness which you desperately need)
“woh kya hai” (what is that)
To which I took a deep breath and a leap of faith, slowly held my left fingers, and with my right hand, I grabbed her neck and pulled her in harshly for a kiss. It was violent, it was rage, it was desire. She couldn’t help herself, something so expected, she just squeezed my arm.
5 minutes of culminating in each other’s flavours. That breaking it seemed like a sin. Finally, she stopped and pushed me away and said, “yeh galat hai, mein shaadi shudha hoon aur mere teen bacche bhi hai, aur tum merese bohot chotein ho”.
(This is wrong, I’m a married woman with three kids, and you are much younger than I.)
I said, “galti uski hai jisne tumhe woh amrit nahi diya jo haar aurat ko roz milna chahiye, mahino se mein tadap raha hoon khud ko rok ke, par ab sirf itna bolunga, kya tum sabse pehle ek aurat nahi ho ? Kya tumhara haq nahi khush hone ka ?”
(It’s his mistake, who didn’t give you the secret sauce that every woman should get, every day. I’ve been in agony for months, stopping myself, but I’ll only say this: Are you not a woman first? Do you not deserve to be happy?)
I got up, but she still held my hand, and with a tear in her eye, looked up and said, “khush karo mujhe please”
(Make me happy, please.)
That’s it, we had crossed the bounds of who and what we were, other than a man and woman waiting to ravish each other, I lifted her to her shock. I threw her onto my bed, she was wearing a simple kurti dupatta, which I almost tore away from her body, fear in both our eyes about what the world would do or say, but none of it could stop us anymore. I removed her leggings slowly while running my fingers through her flower between her thighs.
She arched back as hands explored her C-cup breasts, groping them like a hungry child on a mango, slowly sucking, kissing and biting them. We looked at each other. We kissed again, she scratched my arm and grabbed my dick over my trackpant, astonished with big eyes, “Yeh toh bohot bada hai, dard hoga, mera paati toh iska aadha hai.”
(This is too big, it’ll hurt me, my husband might be half of this)
I pushed her down and crept between her legs, she was shocked, unknown to this feeling as she was a fruit that had never been tasted, and I savoured her. Sweet like honey and clean garden, I licked and she squirmed, “Ahh, yeh nahi yeh kya kar rahe ho, ahh acha lag raha hai, maat rukoo,” (Ahh, don’t, what are you doing, it feels good, don’t stop)
And it went on for 20 minutes when she pulled my hair and gasped for air, shaking while her legs felt limp, ahhahhhh, she came like a flood, panting for a drowning woman.
She couldn’t believe what just happened, but alas, rest is for the weak. As I knew I needed more, I got her up and threw her to the ground, a smile like the devil on her face, as she crawled below my jewels and stared at her treat. She licked and held it to her throat. The sounds she made, oh my God, I could listen to them all day. Forcing it down her throat like a bitch in heat. For 10 culminating minutes, she didn’t stop, until I knew that was it, this animal had to go wild, and so I had to set her free. I grabbed her up and kissed her hard, our tongues just jousting with each other. I lay on top of her and, without thought, thrust myself into her.
Aaahhh, she moaned, tighter than a Virgin ever could be. A mystery of god, that after 3 children and the age of 38, she could house a pussy worthy of a virgin. I never felt like this before, standing there just looking at her face, confused by the pain being forgotten by her body, as desire fueled her.
I thrust again and again and kept going, both of us only looking at each other’s eyes deep into our souls, her bare breast making circles at every corner, wet and tight. We kept going for an hour, where I stopped, turned her around into the mirror, spanked her till she begged to be fucked, “Choddo mujhe, please chod do, mein aur chati hoon, mujhe apni randi bana doo please.” (Fuck me, please fuck me, I want more, make me your slut please)
I pushed her head down on the bed and mounted her like an angry stallion. Fucking her till her ass was red, I spat on her asshole and without warning pushed my thumb in, she screamed, and her legs gave away, but I didn’t stop, nor did she, just a face of eyes tired with pleasure that’s all.
I’ve finally had my fill, when I knew I couldn’t last anymore, the sun had shied away from us and disappeared with the moon’s light shining on her wet heaven. I threw her to the ground again and she was exhausted, no voice, no words, just a smile and her eyes, I held her hair and started pounding in her throat, took it out and spit in her mouth which she drank like it was hers, finally I felt my waves crash into her mouth, deep inside, her gasping for air, but not backing away. Didn’t let a single drop be wasted and swallowed it in one gulp. As a man, two things that are my eternal ecstacy are a woman swallowing with eye contact, and a creampie while our tongues dance.
After we rested and saw the time, no words were spoken, no promises made, for we both knew that our carnal desires were itched in our souls. We both readied ourselves to part ways, knowing what followed was only a beginning. Just before she left, I pulled her back and held her waist, where she looked around and kissed me again. With that, ends my tale today.
Dear women, I’m currently in Hyderabad, and I am open to quickies, no strings attached, or just sexting. Thank you for reading. [email protected] is my email ID.