The mobile rang and I picked it up. “Hello Manoj saab. This is Sabita,” I heard come across the line.
“Oh, hi Sabita didi. How are you?” I asked.
“I’m fine, but I just got a new house to clean. Would it be OK if I switched to Friday mornings instead?” she asked.
Sabita didi was my house cleaner. She came in once a week for 4 or 5 hours and straightened the place up. I used to be in charge of cleaning the house, or rather, I took on the job when I was disgusted with my wife and kids making huge messes and making no effort to clean up. I eventually got fed up, so I got recommendations from the neighbourhood wives and I hired Sabita didi.
Sabita didi was from Punjab, I’m not sure where, and has a heavy accent, but is still quite understandable. She is not a goddess by any stretch of the imagination, but she is thin and in shape. Her face is reasonably nice and she has small but firm breasts. Her hair is a wavy, clearly dyed, but at least she is making an effort.
To date she had been coming on Thursday evenings when my wife and kids were also home. We tried to stay out of her way when she cleaned, and she did a reasonable, if not fabulous, job. But now it looked like she would be moving to Friday mornings. I worked from home on Fridays while my wife is at her office and the kids are at school, but I knew that I could stay out of Sabita didi’s way.
On Friday morning I was working in my bed. I have a wireless and today I didn’t feel like going to my desk. Sabita didi arrived and as she walked into the house she yelled that she was here, and then presumably went to work. About an hour later she walked into the bedroom and started straightening up.
“All alone today with the upstairs maid,” she said with a laugh.
I looked up in surprise. She usually didn’t tease like this, but I was game. I looked her up and down and said, “Well, an interesting fantasy, but normally the upstairs maid is dressed differently.” She was wearing sweat pants and a thin white v-neck tee shirt. I could see her plain white bra outlined under her shirt.
“What clothes does the upstairs maid normally wear?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“Well, as I recall, a loose saree,” I told her. “Of course, naked or just in skimpy underwear work just as well.”
She smiled as she returned to cleaning. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. She finished cleaning the bedroom and went to the bathroom. A few hours later she left, yelling good bye as she did.
The next week she was back again. This time I was in my office when I heard her yell from my bedroom, “I have a question for you, Manoj saab.”
“I’ll be there in one minute,” I shouted back. I finished what I was working on and headed to the bedroom to answer Sabita didi’s question. I walked in and stopped in shock.
“Is this a reasonable uniform?” Sabita didi asked me. She was standing there in only her undergarments, and not the ones she normally wore. Her bra was white and sheer, lacy around the edges. I could see her hard nipples through it. Her panties were also white, not quite as sheer, but I could see her big bush bursting out from under it.
It took me a few minutes to get my breath, then I answered, “It will do for now.”
“Thank you, Manoj Saab.,” she said, and she went back to cleaning. As she turned away from me, I saw that her panties were thongs, and most of her ass was hanging out. I sat down on the bed and watched her as she finished cleaning the bedroom, then she headed downstairs. I followed her and watched her start to clean the dining room.
She got on all fours and pulled some crap out from under the table. She started to get up and I said, “You missed some,” pointing to under one of the chairs.
She picked up what I pointed out and stood up, her hands behind her back, shifting her weight on her legs. “I’m sorry I didn’t do a good job; I hope that you don’t have to punish me.”
I loved her accent, and I loved the look she gave me. I considered her for a minute and then said, “I’m afraid that I have noticed that the quality of your work has been slipping. Maybe you do need something to remind you to do a better job. Turn around please.”
She looked at me with a little smirk and turned around. I bent her over the table and raised my hand. I landed the first smack square on her ass, her thong not getting in my way at all. I landed another half dozen before I said, “A real punishment should have nothing in the way.”
I pulled her thong down and she stepped out of it when it hit the floor. She spread her legs some more as I landed another four blows. She was wiggling her ass, and I just could not take it anymore. I yanked my zipper down and slammed my cock into her. Luckily, her pussy was quite wet, and she groaned as I filled her. I pulled out and pushed back into her, grinding her clit into the edge of the table. She started moaning and I unsnapped her bra and pushed it off her. I used one hand to grab her ponytail and pull her upper body off the table and the other snaked around and grabbed one of her small, conical titties. I continued stroking in and out as I mauled her. This was not gentle lovemaking; it was raw animal sex, and we both loved it.
I felt her getting closer as I pounded into her, and soon I heard her gasping as she got off. Hearing her cumming and feeling her clench around my cock brought me off as well, and I pumped her pussy full of cum. ‘Oh my god, ‘ I thought, ‘I don’t know if she’s on the Pill, and I just came in her!’ I was shocked for a moment, and then decided I didn’t care. She wasn’t my wife, she wasn’t my girlfriend; she was just a convenient cum dump.
I pulled out of her and stepped back from the table, and she slid to her knees on the floor as she tried to recover. She was in the perfect position, so I stepped forward again and said, “I pay you to clean the messes around here.”
She looked at my cock in front of her face, and it certainly qualified as a mess, covered in my cum and her juices. She smiled and leaned forward, cleaning it gently with her mouth and tongue. When she was done I said, “You left another mess,” pointing between her legs where a puddle was forming. She again smiled and moved around, sticking her ass in the air as she leaned her head over to lap up the puddle from the floor.
“Is there more for me to clean?” she asked.
“Yes,” I told her. “You need to finish the house. And I’d like you to stay in this outfit.” She smiled at me and I sat on the couch and watched her move around, cleaning the house in the nude with my cum dripping from her pussy. Anytime that she noticed a drop fall to the floor she would get down and lick it up.
Eventually I headed back to my office to do a little research. About an hour later she came and stood outside my office.
“Yes, Sabita didi?” I asked.
“I’m done with the house,” she said. “Do you need anything else before I go?”
“I’m fine,” I told her. I handed her salary to her and added another Rs. 1000 and a piece of paper. “You can find uniforms at the address on that paper. Pick one out and have it express shipped. If I haven’t given you enough money, I’ll make up the difference when I see you in it next week.”
“Thanks, Manoj Saab.,” she said, turning to go.
“Oh, and Sabita didi,” I said.
“Yes,” she asked, turning back.
“I love to eat pussy, but I can’t abide getting hair in my mouth, so I only partake in bald pussy,” I told her.
“I’ll remember,” she said.
A few minutes later she yelled good bye as she left the house. I realized I was going to love working from home on Fridays.