Breeding the Maids Daughter – Page 2 of 3

She sighed, and pulled her shawl over her chest covering my hand. I was now confident that she was game for action. I moved my hand over her breast which was now stiff and firm. I increased my pressure and I could feel her breath becoming fast.
I slipped my left hand too under the shawl and gripped her left breast. Now I had both her apples in my hand and her approval to fondle them. I pressed and I squeezed. The elderly passengers to my side were fast asleep and the lights had been put off, since the movie had ended.
I cautiously tried to slip my hand through her cleavage, and she jerked as my hand made contact on her sensitive flesh. This was the first time that a foreign hand was invading an area only privy to her husband. I pulled back my hand. She looked up at me but said nothing. I them pushed my hand below her blouse and under her bra. Her boob was warm and her chest was heaving in anticipation.
The fright of getting caught of fondling in public was heightening her excitement. She shuddered. I realized that she may have had her orgasm.
I slowly opened her blouse buttons and freed the two delicious boobs still within her bra and under her shawl. The bra hook was no problem and came off in a trice.
She pulled her shawl closer and slipped down from my shoulder to rest her head on my groin. My prick was in full form and she must have felt it like a rod through my pocket. She rested her head directly on my prick and relaxed. The position had given me direct access to both her boobies and I realized that she was endowed with almost an inch long nipples. I squeezed and pulled, mashed and ground and she was writhing with pleasure.
After some time I realized that she had put her palm as though to rest her head but in fact was exactly above the hardened prick and she was slowly moving it up and down. I moved my hand slowly down her chest to her navel and then to the folds of her saree below her navel.
She moved her hand and stopped me from going further. I looked down at her and she mouthed a ‘NO’ to me. I stopped and returned back to my fair pair dare.
I was ruminating on what Sunita had said about artificial insemination, and a thought occurred to me. I had to speak to her before she went for her tests. I tried to start a conversation, but I realized that the travel had made her drowsy and she was fast asleep.
We slept like that and got up when the early morning sunlight lit the horizon. We reached Mumbai at around 7AM.
After we alighted from the coach, Sunita asked me if I could help her out with the hotel accommodation. I asked Sunita if she would mind sharing the room with me in the hotel. I told her that the hotel was unknown to me and there should be no problem. She hesitated and asked what would be the cost.
I laughed and told her she could consider having already repaid me last night. She turned pink in her face and smiled. She agreed to share the room with me. We took a taxi and headed for a hotel near Bombay Hospital.
It was 3 star hotel accommodation and within my entitlement. I informed the counter that I was on a business trip and that I was eligible for re-imbursement from my company and that they should charge me separately for my wife (?). I would be paying separately for her. So it was settled and Sunita was my temporary wife, for the world to know.
Our room was on the top floor and faced a beautiful part of the metropolitan city. Sunita was absolutely enchanted. She was transfixed near the window watching the hustle bustle of the city. I put on the AC and started removing my travel clothes to have a bath. I asked her if she wanted to shower first and she said she would. She started unpacking her bag and moved into the bathroom. The bathroom had a tub which for her was a novelty. She wanted to know how to use it.
By then I had changed into a towel wrapped round my waist. I walked into the bathroom to find that Sunita was minus her saree and her small tits bulged from her blouse. They were clearly visible now in the bright light. I stared at them. She saw me looking and told me not to stare like that and that she was feeling embarrassed. I moved towards her and held her tight to me. She must have definitely felt my lone soldier poking her, near her belly, and she responded by hugging me.
I lifted her face towards me and kissed her sweet lips. My hand went straight to her breasts and I fondled furiously at them. I tore away her blouse and before me came the barrier of a cheap cotton bra with no fancy works. In a twinkle of an eye, I had divested her of this barrier and gulped her tit. All she could do was moan with her eyes closed. As I headed down to her belly, towards Ground Zero she suddenly grabbed me by the hair and said in a hoarse voice ‘NO’.
I was confused since she had done that twice by now. I returned back to my golden apples and her lips. After some time we ended up bathing separately and got ready to go for our errands.
Since she had a reference of the doctor, I called him up and he fixed an appointment for her in the late morning. My meeting was scheduled at 10AM and since the time was nearing 9AM, I had to leave.
We ordered breakfast in the room and I gave her the directions as to how to get to the doctor. She would have no problem as it was a walking distance from our hotel. I also told her to call up home from the room and inform her mother about her reaching safely.
As I came down the lift, a thought struck me. There was a good garment shop in the near vicinity and I headed for it. I told the counter person that I wanted to surprise my wife and that I would like to gift her some lingerie.
He guided me to a Sales Girl, who was eager to show me the works. Finally I selected a black, pink and white lacy bra and matching panties, and also a pair of half slips, with a deep cleavage. That too very lacy and very sexy.
The shop gift packed it and I headed back for the Hotel. The Reception Staff obliged me by sending the gift to my room. I would have loved to see Sunita’s expression, but I had to leave.
When I returned in the evening, Sunita was nowhere to be seen in the room. I wondered if it had anything to do with her firm “NO” for the love game in the morning. Was she hurt? Did she really not want to go ahead with this opportunity to make love. Did she want to be loyal to her husband? As these thoughts made their rounds in my mind, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to find Sunita standing there wearing the Salwar Kameez (the Indian two piece blouse & slacks).
“When did you arrive?” she queried.
“Just a few minutes ago. Where had you been?” I asked.
“Why? Were you concerned about me?” she inquired.
“Sure I was. I thought you got lost or something like that.”
“Thanks….. for everything” she said with a blush.
“For everything…?” I was perplexed.
“You know for what. Your gifts were wonderful” she answered.
“So you knew? And is this the only thanks I get” I joked.
“Well, I was thinking how to express my thanks; but I could not think of anything to give you. Do you know that you lifted a big weight of my chest” she said.
“You mean – I lifted your weighty chest” I said trying to entice her into the right mood.
“Can you think of anything other then my breast?” she said in mock anger.
“Sure I can, but till now it is only in my thoughts. Till now I have only come up with breasts.” I replied.
“No. I wanted to thank you because I did not have time to buy the proper under garments before I left for here. I was tense because I would have to go for the check up in my old under clothes. The gift you sent me was a blessing in disguise. Thanks again. In fact I stopped you from going any further yesterday and today morning because I did not want you to see me in those old clothes.” That solved my puzzle about her behaviour.
“It’s my pleasure, your Highness” I replied bowing deeply.
She then stopped as though to say something, and then said:
“Well there is some good news. I had been to see my Doctor. And he has said that there is nothing wrong in me. The reports are all normal. He has said that I am definitely capable of bearing a child and there is no need for expensive artificial insemination. He suggests that we should try again. The Doctor was also particular about me relaxing myself. He said that tension could be one of the reason.” She was pouring herself to me. “But I am sure that Ashok, my husband will not be eager to try after this long break. He will not be psychologically prepared…..” With this she started to cry.
I held her close to me as she sobbed. Her breast heaving against my chest, the familiar stirring of my one-eyed monster returned. I moved my hand along her back, but I found that the bra strap was missing. Was she wearing my gifts? I carried on moving my hand over her back slightly harder and her sobs subsided. I lifted her chin up and could see a look of helplessness in her eyes.
She stared at me beckoningly, and it prompted me to say “Could I help you in bearing a child? You could say that there was an implant required, and nobody will know. It will be our secret.”
She just stared at me. I thought she would be angry and slap me. But she clung on more firmly and dug her faced into my chest. I took her action as a yes and lifted her face to me. Her eyes were closed and her lips were open. I put my lips on to hers and sucked on them. She responded. I let my tongue probe into her mouth and I could feel her shuddering in anticipation. She had not said a word after I had put forth my proposal. I did not want to waste any time. But I needed her consent.
“Suni” I said lovingly “Do you sincerely wish that I father your child for you?”
She looked up and slowly shook her head in the positive. I hugged her and lifted her in my arms and swung her round in joy. She put her hands around my neck and just clung. Her giggle was so fresh and innocent like a bride on her first night.
“No, I would love it to be like our first night. We shall commence our tryst from tonight.” I said “For now let us go for a drive and have a romantic dinner. From now on till we return, you are my wife. How does that sound?”
“I am enthralled” she replied.
We dressed and left for a drive in the city. The taxi ride took us to the local beach The Chowpatty, where we at the savoury dishes served by roving carts.
As the sun headed towards its horizon, the weather turned chilly and Sunita hugged me more tightly and pressed her right breast into my side. I silently thanked the cool breeze. The warm feeling returned between my legs and I hinted to Sunita that we should head back to the room and start our project.
We took a taxi and headed back. I put my hand around her and slowly fondled her left breast. She was taken by surprise. She looked at me and then at the driver. I nodded that it was ok and that he would not know. But the feeling of getting caught was heightening our joy.
We rushed up to our room, and started removing our clothes. I opened by shirt and unzipped my pants which were off within an eye’s blink. I still had my briefs on.
I turned round to see Sunita in the see-through half slip and the black lacy bra and matching panties. I grabbed her and kissed her on her lips. I felt her shiver in anticipation. My tongue opened her lips and sought her tongue. For her kissing was not an art but a spur of the moment action. She hesitated and then understood what was to be done. She started sucking my tongue in a milking motion.
My hands got busy on her lovely breasts which had become taut as I slowly started squeezing them. Sunita moaned and sucked. Suddenly she went stiff and I could feel her having her first of the many orgasms of the night. I slipped the straps of the slip and bra over her shoulders and lo & behold, there was the cutest of breasts staring at me through her brownish pink nipples. Her nipples were longish and were like pointers.
With a growl I bent my head and sucked on her tit, which literally I could take in wholly in my mouth. I felt a hand over my penis, and felt it grow within the briefs.
“What do you have in there?” Sunita asked as a mock query..
“Oh he is a friend I will introduce you later,” I replied.
I had her top fully undressed and she looked like a queen with just her panties on. I touched her over her panties and found that she was wet like a pond. As my hand went over the elastic of her panty, Sunita closed her eyes and felt my hand snaking towards her love hole. I slipped in a finger and she gasped.
“Careful” she advised. “It’s been a long time that I have had any visits there.”
“Don’t worry. You will have the best night of your life . . . . rather our first Unofficial Wedding Night”.
Sunita was now losing her control and inhibitions. I slowly pulled down her soaking panties and she tried to cover her vagina with her hands. I knelt down and slowly removed her hands covering the gateway to joy. She had a moderate growth of bush on her entrance which I like.