Story 190 Sarvesh and the Maid.

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(Sarvesh and the Maid. 

This story is dedicated to our friend Moa 

who suggested the idea for this story in her comments under Story 189.) 

Hi from Sarvesh.

         You could call this a separate story or you could consider this as an addition to my wife’s story about us having a full house. All has been said regarding the accommodation arrangements concerning our guests so no more will be added here, instead, I intend to get straight into my story. I just want to highlight the fact that, with a number of extra new employees in our house, it is possible unusual things could happen.

         I was waiting for my bedroom guest to arrive when there came a knock on the door.

         “Sir, I’m the maid,” a voice called, “I’ve come to clean your room.”

         “Come! Come!” I replied a bit confused.

         'This was most unusual!' I thought. 'A maid, cleaning rooms at 10pm at night!' 
         The door was opened and a maid walked in pushing a trolley of cleaning things. She was new. I had never seen this ‘maid’ before. She was not wearing the usual uniform we supplied to our staff. Her uniform was a lot more interesting. Very short skirt and blouse low cut and partly open showing lots of the cleavage of full breasts. If all our maids wore this, I’d take a lot more interest in our staff.

        “Sir, sorry I am late. We have been busy all day,” she said, (continuing the role she was playing.)

        “Ok…… Hurry with your cleaning……Then you can go,” I said playing her game.

        As she began attending to her duties, I lay back on the bed to observe her at her work. As I informed you above, I was expecting a bedroom guest, Paula from Australia and so was dressed accordingly. Just a bathrobe, nothing underneath, now with this maid in the room.

       I watched her moving around the room with a feather duster. It seemed a very strange way of cleaning the room but everything about this maid was strange, her age, her uniform and the way she spoke. I can assure you, she had my full attention.

       That skirt was so short, high above her knees. As she bent over to reach a low shelf a lot more came into view too. At first, I thought she was wearing nothing underneath but then I discovered it was a very tiny red G-string. Very sexy, I was thinking. When she bent towards me, the blouse fell away, revealing a very low-cut bra of matching colour. Her full breasts swelled, almost bursting to escape. When she came closer to the bed she stretched to dust the headboard behind me. Her skirt pulled up to reveal the curves of her pussy, a small triangle of red between two large firm thighs. Very nice and she was close enough to touch too.

        Oh, this was sexy! Under my robe, things were beginning to grow; if you understand my meaning here.

        Now the headboard was dusted, to my surprise, she turned on me. Yes, she begins dusting me with that feather duster too.

        “Hey!” I protested.

        “But Sir, they told me to clean everything in this room.”

        “Surely..... it does not include me?”

        “I think it does.”

        “Ok, if you must do your duties, then do so...... but I am feeling very dirty,” I said. 
        "Sir?"         
        “Would it be better to clean me in the shower?”

        “Yes. Yes, it would…… but I’m not sure..... sure my job covers that.”

        “Of course it does. I am your boss.”

        “Ok, if you want, Sir.”

        “You do want me clean, don’t you?”

        “Some girls might like you dirty,” I heard her whisper under her breath.

        “What? What did you say?”

        “Yes, Sir. I want to you clean,” she said, recovering her role.

        We walked towards the bathroom and she followed me in, going straight to the shower. She reached in and turned the water on, taking a few moments to set the temperature. Then she turned to me.

        “Sir, you can take your robe off now.”

        I pulled it open and let it fall to the floor.

        “Oh Sir!” she gasped as in surprise. “You are naked!”

        “Of course I’m naked. I’m going to take a shower. Don’t you bathe naked too?”

        She giggled at that. Thought for a moment she would drop out of character but she regained herself.

        I stepped into the shower as to my surprise she followed in behind me. Don’t be misunderstanding me here. I knew she would join me in the shower it was just, I didn’t expect she was still wearing her uniform. The water cascaded over her until she was as wet as I was. Oh, she looked good with her soaking clothes clinging to her full body. If she wasn’t sexy before she certainly was now. Every curve of her body was revealed now.

        First, she did my back, rubbing me over with soap before rinsing me off again. She even did down on my ass too; her fingers going in deep between my cheeks. Then she grasped me by the shoulders, turning me around. Oh, you know what was sticking out in front, don't you? It was as hard as an iron rod. She looked down at it and for a moment I thought she might take it with her hand. But no, she just gave a shy giggle and started on my shoulders and chest.

       She did my entire front, my chest, down over my stomach then down onto my legs. The last part was my thighs, her hands running up until she almost touched me. But she didn’t. Carefully she had avoided any contact with me there.

      I grasped my cock, holding it out to her. “Are you going to do this too?”

      She gave a nervous giggle. The giggle of a little girl.

      “Oh, Sir…..”

      “Well?”

      “Ok,” she giggled again.

      Kneeling down in front of me, she took my cock with both hands. Her fingers were like magic, working the soap over me. This wasn’t some scared servant girl; this was the experience and skill of a mature woman. It was exciting to me too. I was light-headed and had to reach over her for support from the shower fixture. Oh, this was good! So good, I thought it couldn’t get any better. But I was wrong, it did. I felt some warm wetness sink over my cock head and looked down to discover she had taken me into her mouth.

      The washing had been good. Almost too good! Now her lips gripping me, with my head inside her mouth. She began to suck me as she pumped my shaft with her hands. I couldn’t take too much of this. I felt it coming as my cock gave a huge jerk. She pulled back and we both watched my cum bursting from my cock, flying between us to land just above her breasts. My cum was running down, deep down into her cleavage, deep down between her large breasts. That was so sexy too!

       She got up and stepped aside to allow me to leave the shower. Then she followed me out.

       “Oh no!” she gasped. “Look at my clothes. They are wet!”

      ‘Of course, they are,’ I thought. ‘You’ve just been in the shower, silly girl.’

      But I replied, “Yes! Yes, they are soaking.”

       “How will I get them dry?”

       “There is a towel rail here. Dry them on that.”

       “You mean take them off, Sir?”

       “Yes of course.”
       'You don't expect to stand there in dripping clothes until they dry, do you?' I thought.

       “Ok then,’ she said rather reluctantly. “I sure I’ll be safe with you.”

       “Yes! Yes! I’ll take care of you,” I said. “I intend to fully take good care of you.”

       “I hope you do too,” came that deeper under breath voice again before she regained herself.

       “Oh thank you kind Sir. How will I repay you?”

       “We’ll think of something.”

       “Will we?”

       “I’m sure we will.”

       By now she was undressing, peeling the soaking clothes away from her body. Soon the delights, the mature charms of an older woman, were revealed to me. She looked great in those sexy undies as she hung her clothes on the towel rail. That matching bra and pantie set was tiny, showing so much but still coving the best. The bra was next to go. Front clipping, cups pulled open so her breasts fell free. She turned away so I could observe her panties being pulled down, the string slipping from between her cheeks, her beautiful round behind presented as she bent to collect both items from the floor. 
        The thought came to take her leaning of the sink in the bathroom here but I controlled myself. I took a towel to dry her off. She allowed me too. There I was, my hands rubbing all over her naked body, taking my time and rather enjoying myself in the process too.

      

       We were back in the bedroom now. I hadn’t bothered with my robe, just lying back against the pillows naked. She was equally naked but sitting nervously on the edge of the bed.

      “Come. Come,” I said, patting the bed beside me. “Sit back here, be more comfortable. It will take a while for your clothes to dry.”

      All night was what I intended but I didn’t tell her that.

      She came and moved back up the bed until she was beside me leaning back against the pillows too.

      I reached over to touch her hair. Moving it, pulling it back, exposing her smooth white shoulder. My fingers went to her ear, running around the curve of it, down lower to the tiny pin in her ear lobe. I moved slightly lower, touching the soft sensitive skin just under her ear. Yes, she was sensitive there, I saw a slight smile and her eyes closed.

       I took the time to observe and admire her face. Although the years had taken their toll she was still a very beautiful woman. The lines on her forehead and at the edges of her eyes, I’m sure each had a story to tell of a long life lived to the full. Her hair which once had been brunette now showed flecks of grey as it was beginning to turn. But all this did nothing to detract from her beauty, quite the contrary in fact. 

       My fingers moved to her forehead, brushing away a tuft of hair. With one finger I followed the lines across her forehead just over the eyes, then moving lower, I traced a finger down between her eyes and over the sweep of her nose, rising to its peak. I liked her nose, a strong proud nose, a slight curve along its length. Then came a few gentle strokes down each side of her nose, short sweeps down onto each cheek. Brushing along the underside of her closed eye or moving lower over her cheek.

      I ran a finger along the flat between her nose and her mouth.

      “That tickles,” she giggled, her eyes opening for a moment.

      I smiled at that and then moved on as her eyes closed again. My fingers moved lower, under her chin, giving short one finger strokes with the back of my fingernail, up from her neck towards the peak of her chin. She liked that. She gave a soft moan. I changed it a bit with my fingers running along the edge of her jaw bone before returning to those tiny brushes just under her chin again.

      I moved to the side of her neck, running my fingers down the length of her neck a few times. I could feel her pulse had quickened. There could be no doubt of the building passion of this woman, she was sexually excited now.

      So, it was time to take things further. From her shoulder, my hand moved lower, down over her upper chest. Not my full hand, just my fingertips tracing across her skin. The flesh became softer under my touch as I began to climb the swelling of her breast. Even in this reclined position, it was an impressive climb to the crowning nipple at its peak.

      I felt that nipple hardened under my fingers. It must have felt good as she gave a soft moan. 

       “Ohhhh,” she whispered. “That is good.”

       Good? I haven’t even started yet.

       I’d moved closer now so my hands; my fingers could explore all over her breasts. And they were beauties too. Great big round melons of smooth white flesh with those lovely pink nipples. I couldn’t resist it; I had to taste them as I leant further to touch the closer one with my tongue. Soon I had it in my mouth with her holding my head while I sucked.
       She moaned again. Deeper, with more passion this time.

       I moved until I had a leg each side of her, my head returning to her breasts and nipples. Oh, it was wonderful; those great globes to play with. Sucking and licking over her nipples, thrusting my head between them. For a while, I was in tittie heaven.

       Finally, she took my head, pushing me away. “I have a pussy too,” she informed me.

       “Ah yes, of course.”
       In my distraction, I'd forgotten about that.

       I moved lower to her pussy. Yes, I did say pussy and it was a real pussy too. A thick forest, a rich luxurious forest, deep brown hair, completely natural, completely covering the area between her thighs and up onto her lower stomach. What a delightful haven it was, waiting for me to explore. I leant down to her, running my nose through the thick forest. Enjoying the rich aroma of her pussy. Pulling the thick hair apart to discover her secrets hidden beneath. Pink lips, swollen and open. What a wonderful sight! I had to taste her! I felt the wetness of her hair against my face as I pressed into her with my tongue.

       Oh, was she ready for that! I felt her pelvis hump back against me; I heard the sharp intake of breath, almost a gasp of pleasure. I was giving her long, upward licks of her pussy, pressing in deep as I went. She was enjoying this, moaning and wiggling around, wet pussy juice pouring from her. It’s so exciting to find a woman as turned on as this. Now she was meeting each upward lick with a hump back against me. This caused me to go higher, up to the top where her clitty lay waiting for me.

       I pressed into to her there, and by now she was making little whimpering noises. That was sexy for me too as I could feel her body responding to me, the passion and sexual excitement building inside her.

       Yes, I knew now was the time to go for it. I reached up to the top of her pussy lips with my fingers, pulling her open. I pressed in, my lips finding a hard nub there and closed over it. It only took a few sucks. She cried out as she bucked against me. I tried to hold on to her with my hands grabbing her hips but she was too strong, soon she had thrown me off. But it had been enough. She’d had a massive orgasm.

        She was laying there, her eyes open now, smiling up at me.

        “Oh Sir, you are so kind to your staff,” she said with a smile.

        “Yes, I believe happy staff work better.”

        “Well, I am happy. Very happy.”

        “But it isn’t over yet. We have more to do.”

        “Oh! What else will we do?”

        “I’m sure you know.”
        She just smiled. She knew what was next.

      The sex when it came was good. There was no foreplay for me. I didn’t need it. I was well beyond that now. I just moved down to her bushy pussy. I was leaning forward with a hand each side of me supporting myself. She reached down between us, both hands finding my cock drawing me into her nest of love. Her lips were soft and wet, swollen and open, allowing my hard cock to easily slide between them. I could feel the heat of her body as her deep wetness engulfed me. It felt good, I felt good.

       I lowered myself on to her as I started working. Under me she responded to me, quickly matching and meeting each thrust with a hump of her own. I love it when I woman responds and works with her lover. I love the sex it generates and the extra good results too.

       This time she didn’t disappoint me either. It was soon clear she was building towards an orgasm and I was moving with her. She got there first with a strong cum while she bucked around under me out of control. I discovered she has noisy orgasms too which made it more exciting for me. I was getting close now. The cum was beginning to move as pre-cum feelings were building in my body.

       Suddenly, to my surprise, she went off again. Double orgasms! Oh wow! Sexy girl! This woman really knows how to enjoy sex. The thrill of her orgasm, the way she bucked and fucked at me, finished me off too, my cock pumping my man-juice deep inside her. 

       Later, came the favourite position of the girls. You know when they ride a man, getting those grand ideas that they are in charge. Do they really think they control us? Don’t they know we just allow them that delusion for the short time of the sex?

       She reached down to grasp me with both hands as she brought her pussy up against me. I could feel her wet lips against me, feel her press against me and then take me inside. As she did, the looks on her face were a study of emotion and passion.

       Soon she was riding me. Her hips moving thrusting herself back at me. It felt good, and she was taking me in deep too. Of course, for me, a highlight was the merry dance of her breasts, moving in time to her humping. Oh, what a wonderful sight to see and my hands went straight for them. Taking a nipple each, rolling them between my fingers, as the passion built up, pulling and pinching them. Oh, she loved that too.

       But what she was doing to my cock was getting to me too. As my cum began to build I wondered about her too but I shouldn’t have. This was a very experienced woman I was fucking, she had it all under control. She was watching me, reading my face, reading my body language and she knew exactly where I was.

      At just the right moment a few well-positioned thrusts by her pussy and she was cumming. That extra energy had sent me over too. With me still inside her, she slumped forward, her body falling against me, her breasts cushions between us. Her face came down to mine and she kissed me straight on the lips.

      With sex with the many different women, I have experienced recently, lip kissing usually wasn’t included except with Lizamoa and my wife of course. Not that I excluded it, just they didn’t do it. Maybe as kissing was more of a relationship action. Well, this lady made kissing, deep kissing with the tongue, necking, and ear nibbling all part of the sexual connection. It was different and very enjoyable I must confess.

       During the night, I enjoyed more sex with her. She lay back and got me to sit over her, bring my cock to her mouth. She sucked me and licked me all over, getting me wet. Then she pushed me down so my cock rested between her breasts.

       “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck my tits.”
       "Oh wow!" was all I could say.

       She held her breasts together, holding my cock between them. I love this but don’t experience it too often as most girls I know don’t have the necessary equipment. I've only managed to do it with Mandara and with Sharon from New Zealand. I felt my cock gripped by her tits as I was sliding between them. Oh, it was good! I would have been happy to cum like that but she stopped me before I could.

       “Hold on,” she said. “I want your cum in my pussy.”

       Ok, if that is what the lady wants, who am I to deny her that pleasure. Again, my cock, buried in the depths of her pussy, erupted to spit my man-juice into her. 
     

      When it was almost all over and we were ready to sleep when she let me finish with the doggy style too. On her hands and knees, she presented the full curves of her ass to me. First I explored with my fingers, pulling her cheeks apart, over her puckered ass-hole then down to her hot pussy. Now my cock followed as I pressing in between the globes of her behind. 
       It felt good! It felt tighter like this. The walls of her pussy gripping me like she never would let me go. The tightness was so good that soon it became too much for me and yet another cum began to rise.
       This time there would be not cumming in her pussy. I wanted it different. I pulled back as it burst from me, a very watery cum this time. It landed where her back ended at the top of the split of her arse. I reached for it as it began to run down between her cheeks. Over and around the hole of her ass. Lower, underneath to the hairy folds of her pussy. My fingers rubbed her there a few times but then discovered other fingers there too. 
       She was touching, playing with herself too. She was almost there, in fact. I thrust into her with a couple of fingers while she gave a few more rubs of her clitty. She gasped, then cried out, falling forward to collapse on her face. Oh, that must have been good! A filling way to finish a night of sex.
   
       I had discovered this woman was a wonderful lover in bed. She could match her lover’s mood or change his mood. She could be the gentle lamb in the bed or become the aggressive tiger. It must be recorded; there was not much sleep for either of us that night. I am also surprised how much male-juice she managed to extract from me.
       When sleep came she lay against me in that classic woman's pose, an arm over my chest, a thigh over my thigh, with her head on my shoulder. It must have been a deep sleep for both of us because I awoke to find us still in that same position.

       When we woke it was getting light outside.

      “Oh.... It's morning! I better go,” she gasped. “Before the other staff wake.”

      It was a bit late for that as I am sure many of the early staff would have been at work well before then. But I went along with the game.
      "Yes! Yes! Of course. You must leave for your duties."

      She rushed around collecting her things, placing them in a little bag off her trolley. Then slipping on a robe, still naked underneath, she was ready to go.

      “Oh Sir,” she said turned back to me. “Please don’t tell the House Manager. I’ll lose my job.”

      “No! No! Your secret is safe with me" I assured her. "No one will know of this. No one is going to lose their job.”

      “Thank you, kind Sir.”

      Then she was gone.

       A while later my wife, Amita, arrived back and we were getting ready to go down for breakfast.
       "Did you have a good night?" she asked.
       "Of course," I replied. "One of the new maids came in and we fucked all night."
       'Sarvesh!" she said in mock anger. "Don't you know better than to play with the hired staff?"
       "You said we needed to try the maids out."
       "Well...... did she meet your expectations?"
       "Most fully. We should offer her a permanent position at once."
       "Perhaps you better ask Donald's opinion first," she laughed.
       We both laughed at that.

       Later, I heard there were a few questions for my wife when the normal house staff finally discovered their ‘lost’ cleaning trolley in our bedroom and the feather duster our the bathroom. Amita never told me how she explained that one away.

To whom it may concern.

       I wish to write regarding Paula. While she was in our employment for only a short time, she fulfilled her duties well, going far beyond anything that was expected of her.

       She is a pleasant, willing woman, a conscientious worker, with a great 'get the job done' attitude and will stick with an upstanding task until an outstanding result has been achieved. I would have no hesitation in recommending her to any future employer. In fact, if she ever requires a servant/maid job in the future, don’t bother trying to employ her; I will have got there first.

                     Regards - Sarvesh.   

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