This is something I never thought I'd share, but it was too intense to keep to myself. It all started with Sirisha, my maid a perfect Telugu girl, dusky and thick, with that traditional air about her. She was just 23, with long, dark hair. From the moment she started working at my place, I couldn't get her out of my head. Her shy smiles, the way her saree hugged her curvy body it all drove me wild. I knew I had to have her, but I also knew it wouldn’t be easy.

She was innocent, shy, and respectful exactly the kind of girl who wouldn’t even dream of crossing the line. She was there to clean, cook, and help around the house, not to get tangled up in my dirty fantasies. She would keep her head down, do her chores, and leave without a word. But every time I saw her bending over to clean, or the way her saree would slip just enough to reveal a sliver of her smooth, dusky skin, I felt this primal urge to break that innocence and claim her as mine.

It started with small gestures. I would compliment here and there, I’d tell her how beautiful she looked in her saree, or how lucky I was to have someone like her working in my house. A little extra cash slipped into her hand after she finished her work. She was always grateful, smiling shyly as she took the money, but I could see that she didn’t suspect anything. It was frustrating, and yet it made me want her even more. At first, she was hesitant, shyly brushing off my words, but I could see the slight blush on her cheeks, the way her eyes would linger on me for just a second longer. She was getting curious.

I knew I had to step it up. One day, I bought her a saree something I knew would look perfect on her dark, thick body. When I handed it to her, she looked confused, unsure if she should accept it, but I insisted. You deserve something nice, Sirisha, I said, my voice low and smooth. You work so hard, it’s the least I can do.

She took it, her hands trembling slightly as she held the fabric up to herself. The look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know she was curious, tempted, but still holding back. That was when I made my move.

Why don’t you try it on? I suggested, stepping closer, my hand grazing hers. I bet it would look beautiful on you.

Her eyes widened, and I could see the conflict playing out on her face. She knew it wasn’t right, knew that this was crossing a line, but the temptation was too strong. Finally, after a long pause, she nodded and went to the bathroom to change.

When she came out, my breath caught in my throat. The saree clung to her body in all the right places, accentuating her thick curves, her dusky skin glowing against the bright fabric. But there was still that hesitation, that nervousness that told me she wasn’t quite ready to give in. I wasn’t going to let her get away that easily. I walked up to her, my eyes locked on hers, and gently touched her arm. You look stunning, Sirisha, I murmured, my voice rough with desire. I can’t stop thinking about you, you know that? You drive me crazy every time I see you. She looked away, her cheeks flushing a deep red, but I wasn’t about to let her escape. I moved closer, my hand sliding down her arm to her waist, pulling her against me. Don’t be scared, I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. You want this too, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body reacts when I touch you.

She tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip, my fingers digging into her waist. Stop pretending, Sirisha, I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you? Wondering what it would be like to be taken by me, to feel pleasure like you’ve never known before.

Her body was trembling now, and I could feel her resistance weakening. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and I knew she was on the brink of giving in. I slid my hand down her waist, tracing the curve of her hip, and she let out a soft whimper, her resolve crumbling.

Just let go, I murmured, my hand moving to the edge of her saree, slowly pulling it aside to expose her bare skin. I’ll make you feel so good, Sirisha. Just let me take care of you. She finally caved, her body going limp in my arms as she let out a shaky breath. I knew I had won, and I wasted no time in pulling her closer, my lips crashing down on hers in a rough, hungry kiss. She was hesitant at first, but soon she was kissing me back, her hands clutching at my shirt as she gave in to the desire that had been building between us for weeks.

I didn’t hold back. I tore the saree off her, exposing her dusky, thick body to my hungry gaze. She was perfect, every curve, every inch of her skin driving me wild with lust. I pushed her down onto the bed, spreading her legs as I feasted my eyes on the slick, wet heat between her thighs. She was already dripping, her body more than ready for what was about to happen.

I took my time, teasing her with my fingers, my mouth, making her squirm and moan with pleasure. She was so tight, so responsive, and the sounds she made those desperate, needy whimpers only spurred me on. I knew I had to have her, had to claim her completely. When I finally entered her, she gasped, her back arching off the bed as I filled her completely. She was so tight, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice, and it took everything in me not to just lose control right there. I started slow, thrusting into her with deep, measured strokes that had her crying out in pleasure.

But soon, the need to dominate her, to take her rough and hard, took over. I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me as I fucked her with everything I had, my cock slamming into her over and over again. She was screaming my name now, her nails digging into my back as she clung to me, her body shaking with pleasure.

I didn’t stop, didn’t hold back. I took her in every way possible, marking her as mine, When she finally came, it was with a loud, desperate scream, her pussy clenching around my cock as she lost herself in the pleasure.

But I wasn’t done. I wasn’t going to let her go without a reminder of who she belonged to. I pulled out, watching as my cum dripped out of her, and then I made her clean me off, her mouth working over my cock as she licked up every last drop. I made sure she knew who was in charge, who had claimed her, and by the time I was done, she was a trembling, panting mess. I dressed her back up in the saree I had given her, and sent her back to her chores like nothing had happened. But every time she came back, every time she looked at me, I could see the memory of that day in her eyes, the way she had given herself to me completely. She might have been a simple, shy maid before, but now she was mine, and I wasn’t about to let her forget it.

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