For a maid she was surprisingly soft and curvy

Seems she knew her effect on me

When she used to bend down to sweep or mop

With her breasts popping out of her blouse

Her navel peeping

And her hips swinging

She was working with us for six months

A constant chatter, annoying

But the sight of her flaunting cleavage

Was growing on me 

Everyday

It was one of those days

When lust seized my core

Grabbing her from behind

I overpowered her

She resisted and screamed "

'bhaiya stop'

But my mind had blanked

What I did for the next half an hour

I couldn't remember

For when I came to my senses

I saw her weeping in a corner

Fear and guilt swept over me

Offering her some money

I pleaded with her to keep silent

Surprisingly, she came next day for her daily chores

Relieved, I became audacious

I made my next move

After few days

She became my submissive

When I took her from rear

She didn't complain

Rather encouraged me saying 'I like that sweet ache bhaiya, don't stop'

Fuelling my fire

I felt like a king

Capturing and seizing an unthinkable territory

But what I didn't realise

I was her prey

In waiting...

©LR