Hey guys back with a new story. I would like to thank to all those readers out there who liked my story, as you would remember, Karan, from Delhi. This story is about how I became physical with my maid whom I always thought to be a decent Indian lady. This happened when I was 20 i.e. last year. So the story starts like this.... As normal day I was lying in...
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Chapter 10: Her Transformation Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay,...
Rai laid in Nik's arms as they sat on the couch. It had been a trying week for her in the ER and she needed a lot of love and affection from her man. She literally pressed her face against his warm, masculine chest when a cellphone sung its ringtone. "Seriously? Better not be work again," she cursed, grabbing it. "Hello?" Her face turned from pissed to ann...
There I sat, naked and bound to a chair. The rope was tightly bound over my boobs, digging into my nipples, hurting them, making my massive boobs look like four globes instead of two. A rope ran over my crotch too, digging into my labia, rubbing against my clit, creating a painful yet pleasant sensation. Trupti stood a few feet away from me. Also completely...
My Indian maid instructs me on masturbation, and sets up regular spankings -- Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm, and a hot Thursday night to boot. I closed the door to my room and lied down on my bed, and started to think about the last three very unusual weeks of my suddenly unusual life. In those last three weeks I had been punished several times by Rashida. That w...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. The women's conference in Mumbai was drawing to an end. On this...
My older maid involves the younger maid in my punishments – Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm on a Thursday night, and everyone in our house was in bed, fast asleep. Well, almost everyone. I was in the servants' quarters, in my maid Rashida's room. She was sitting on the bed, and I was lying naked across her knees on her lap, while she, my maid servant, was spanking...
(Let me lead you through the sepia-toned, historic setting for this tale - colonial India - where you will experience some of the most delicious Clothed Female Naked Male fun you have ever come across. On the banks of the Ganges the senior boys' college was filled with aristocratic 18 year olds, thrillingly subject to the discipline of female English teacher...
In my gap year, between college and University, I stayed in India with my sister and her new husband. They'd married in the summer and I joined them, traveling alone, in the September. They lived alone in Agra, in a sixth floor flat with a view of the Yamuna River. On my third night I was sitting up in bed, struggling to sleep - jet-lagged, the dogs barkin...