Hans' Maids - Pt. 01: The Older One

Hans, on the other hand, had enjoyed the pleasures of a hedonistic youth although his sexual experiences were limited by his age. Apart from a couple of girlfriends in Barcelona, and one short tryst with a girl in Paris just before he left for Asia, Hans was not overly experienced. In fact, over the last few months that he had craved for the pleasures of Matty's body, he had often been anxious about his lack of prowess compared to whom he saw as a mature and seasoned woman.

For a brief second as he began to peel off her panties, pulling them off the copious spread of her hips and buttocks, he prayed that he wouldn't cum too soon. Maitri was shimmying her haunches, hoping to hurry him, wanting to feel his gigantic cock in her cunt. He pared down the white classic briefs over her arse and pushed them down her thighs till they reached her knees, then let the undergarment drop to the floor. She extricated one foot and spread her thighs wider as Hans planted his hands on either side of her rump and pushed his upright cock against the crack between her gluteus.

Over the next minute he sandwiched the vertical rod between her arse cheeks, pressing them together as he slid the stiff shaft in the valley. Maitri once again reached between her legs and fingered the drenching wetness of her vaginal lips before beginning to toy with her clitoris. His fingers dug into the surprisingly firm buttocks as his long hard penis glided along the crevice, tantalisingly close to her anus. She was flagellating her clit and pushing her fingers into her vagina, juices streaming over the back of her hand.

Hans looked down at his thick shaft skating along the gorge between the luscious halves of her bottom, but he stared idly. He was still in thrall of the physical sensations and the decadent self-indulgence of the moment; the nakedness of his voluptuous maid-servant whom he had lusted after for so long. Amidst the groans and loud moaning sounds that she emitted, Maitri was also muttering words in the vernacular that he couldn't quite understand. One or two that resonated in his befuddled mind sounded almost vulgar, and that seemed to goad him on even further.

He finally took his stiff cock in one hand and forced it downwards, positioning the tip between the soft bulbous mounds of her outer labia, the wetness of her secretions almost sizzling on the fiery red-hot head of his phallus. They wasted little time after that; as soon as Maitri felt his penis press near the opening of her vaginal canal, she pushed her haunches backwards and snagged his glans and another inch of his rod.

Hans stalled for a few seconds because he suddenly, and unexpectedly, became aware of how tight her cunt was. With both his hands on her arse once again, he dug his fingers into the flesh and stretched her buttocks apart when he restarted to push himself into her. But he did it slowly as Maitri groaned loudly and stopped fingering her clit for a moment, focussing instead on accommodating his humongously thick rod past the stretched vaginal introitus. It took her a while but once she got used to the girth of Hans' organ, she began to rub her clit again while uttering those words in her local language which he couldn't understand, and didn't really care.

He pushed himself deep into her lubricated vagina which had lengthened during her arousal, taking his time till the tip of his cock touched her cervix. With his groin flush against her glutes, he bent over slightly till is upper abdomen was over her lower back. He reached underneath her chest and took the pendulous mammaries into his hands, groping and squeezing the mounds of flesh as he began a slow back and forth movement with his hips. He found her long nipples and pulled on them briefly before continuing to knead her breasts. He withdrew his steely hardness out of her hole till the frenulum snagged on the tight rim of her vaginal opening, and then pushed it back all the way into her.

Despite his previous sexual encounters, Hans felt the lustful pleasure of having penetrated the woman of so many recent lurid dreams; the warmth and the wetness of her cunt enveloping his shaft felt like nothing he had experienced before. The dark smooth skin of his maid, the sensuous curves and voluptuous contours of her fleshy body, the snug grip of her pussy around his cock, the smell of raw sex that wafted up to his flared nostrils, the sounds and utterances that she spouted; all mixed in a cocktail of pure heady corporeal lustfulness.

Hans increased the pace of his thrusts, his fingers now hooked around the uppermost end of her thighs below her hip-bone as he pummelled her with growing intensity. Five minutes later he was like a jackhammer banging into her as Maitri howled and squealed, her fingers vigorously rubbing her clitoris. She felt another orgasm approaching as one hand was riveted to a shelf and the other flagellating her vulva. The massive rod in her cunt filled her up so completely, she felt a pressure in her bladder as though she was about to squirt a profuse amount of urine. Her heartbeat was rampant and thumping at a breakneck speed when she felt the involuntary reactions of her genitals overcome her.

The contractions in her vagina, the pelvic thrusts that met each stab of Hans's penis, the twitching of her muscles and the coiling of her fingers and toes, all peaked in a sudden blitz of sensations that rippled through her body. For more than 20 seconds, Maitri's body was wracked with convulsions, her moans sounding debauched and wanton in the most basic way. Her fingers still hovered over her dripping vulva and she felt the thick shaft of her employer's cock crashing into her incessantly, becoming conscious of his testicles slapping the inside of her thighs.

Before she had fully recovered from the uncontrollable spasms that had torn through her, she heard the most feral animalistic roar from Hans as he slammed his massive erection viciously into her cunt. He held nothing back; months of pent-up libidinous energy exploded as his volcanic eruption spewed out a voluminous amount of thick warm semen into her depths in rapid-fire staccatic jets. Behind his closed eyes, electric sparks flew across the black canvas as he lost all conscious awareness. His grip on Maitri's hips were like vise-like clamps and his thrusts were like a pulverising pneumatic tool that had run riot. Every millisecond, he ejaculated ropes of cum into her vaginal canal, filling her completely with his fluids in the span of a few seconds.

After his last convulsive thrust, Hans felt so drained of his strength that he folded his body over Maitri's bent back as he clung to her waist and belly with one arm and wrapped the other around her massive orbs. It took almost two minutes before his thick rock-hard penis began to lose some of its tumescence, albeit only fractionally. The fire dissipated but, like an ember, his shaft continued to radiate a certain energy in her cunt as she squeezed the last drops of semen by gripping his cock with contractions of her vaginal muscles.

Maitri felt his hot ejaculate seep out of her vagina as cool trickles began to stream down the insides of her thighs. She wanted to turn around and hug Hans, hold him against her breasts and coddle him as her endorphins and oxytocin hormones infused her with a great love for him. His heaving and rapid breathing slowly returned to normal as she began to straighten up, but he was averse to disengage from her, now becoming increasingly conscious of the warm steaminess that surrounded his phallus inside her snatch. But he straightened up with her, keeping himself embedded in her yoni, his arms still coiled around her torso.

Given his height being almost 12 inches more than hers, she inadvertently rose up on her toes as Hans refused to extract himself from inside her while his shaft still penetrated her almost vertically from below. But given his suddenly depleted strength, his knees buckled as he felt the edge of the bed press behind his legs. He flopped down on the mattress with his arms still around her, pulling Matty down with him.

They both giggled as they manoeuvred themselves along the bedsheet and rested their heads on the pillows, stretching out their legs. Miraculously, his lengthy phallus remained entrenched inside her cunt as he hugged her from the back, his thighs flush against her rear. Maitri wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, not just because she knew her vagina was going to overflow with his cum and mess up the bed, but also because she had an intense desire to urinate. She mumbled a few words in an appeal to Hans to release her but he seemed loathe to let her go.

However, despite not understanding her exact words, he sensed the urgency in her voice and grudgingly loosened his grip from around her, allowing her to slip off the bed. Before getting up, she leaned into him and kissed his lips lovingly, her fingertips tracing his jawline. "My beautiful boy," she whispered in her language, as she walked out of the bedroom looking back at him. She left her blouse and panties lying on the floor as she held up her saree and petticoat around her waist, went and used the WC and bidet, and then washed her face with soap and cold water. On her way back to the bedroom, she removed the long length of her dress and unknotted the cord of her petticoat, leaving both garments on a chair in the room.

Then, stark naked, she got on to the bed and lay next to Hans, pulling a duvet over them. He turned on his side, buried his head in her bountiful breasts and seemed to fall asleep. She took a hand to his head and gently massaged her fingers on his scalp, combing through the thick long curls of his hair as she began to contemplate the happenings of the last couple of hours since Hans had returned home.

Although the sound of thunder and the crackle of lightning had stopped, the rain still poured heavily and the breeze directed the cascade against the bedroom window panes. The ambient sound made Maitri drowsy and she began to drift into a somnambulant doze, her mind still a jumble of thoughts that flitted between love, lust and guilt. She had been physically overcome by the consummation of all her recent hot-blooded libidinous desires; more than she could ever have imagined, but now would come the deep introspection around her conservatively-minded unchaste behaviour.

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When Hans woke up, he had a smile on his face; he immediately remembered the afternoon and the delight of having finally crossed the rubicon line of social restraint that had bound his conscience all these months. He opened his eyes to darkness and wondered whether it was because of a heavily overcast sky or because the sun had set; he had no idea what time it was. As the fog began to clear from his mind, he thought he heard the patter of rain outside and wondered whether Matty had left while he was sleeping after their wildly passionate coition.

When his eyes adjusted to the near darkness, he realised that there was a faint light filtering in from the short corridor that connected all the rooms in the flat. And also that the sounds he heard were not from the outside but from his bathroom instead. He threw his feet off the bed and picked up the towel lying on the floor. Wrapping it around his waist he walked out of the bedroom and stood outside the bathroom door on his left. The shower was running. He looked to the right at the living room and saw that a table lamp had been switched on; Matty's slippers were still by the entrance, next to his own shoes.

He walked in to the living area and then out onto his balcony where he sat down on one of the rattan cane chairs, the darkness in front lit by the twinkle of lights across the meadow and a dim streetlamp a few awards away from the house. It was still drizzling, but the temperature had dropped considerably as he sat bare bodied. He was reliving his memories from the afternoon when he heard the bathroom door unlock and waited for his Matty to find him.

A few minutes later, he felt rather than heard her presence at the door connecting the verandah to the drawing room. Turning his head to the left, he saw her leaning against the door jamb and looking down at him.

"Hi Matty," Hans said, reaching out a hand towards her. She came away from the doorpost and silently slipped her palm into his as she took a few steps forward and stood at a slight angle from him. Whatever he was expecting, it certainly wasn't this.

"Wow!" he gasped, "You're a very sexy woman, Matty." During the afternoon, he had not really got a good look at her, given how sudden and fiery their love-making had been. But now she stood in front of him wearing just her white brassiere and a black petticoat. The underskirt was worn unbelievably low, leaving little to Hans' imagination. From the light coming through the doorway, he could discern the V-shape of her lower abdomen descending in an oblique down to her vulva, with a hint of the upper fringe of her pubic hair visible above the petticoat waistline.

Her bra fit nicely over her boobs, the plunge-line exposing a deep cleavage between the two mounds. Centred between the high points of her hips was a deeply indented belly-button in complete darkness. With her arm stretched out, her hand still being held by Hans, he could see the tuft of hirsute axillary hair in her armpit. He gaped at her, enthralled by the rustic beauty that he had dreamed of for so long but never seen in such a state of undress. This buxom and curvaceous woman was so totally different from the European girls he had seen in their bikinis, or even the two girlfriends he had seen naked. There was something natural, earthy, unsophisticated and raw in this beauty.

He pulled her hand gently, wanting her to come and sit on his lap. He placed his free hand on her waist and tried to drag her down to him but she resisted, saying "No! you eat something. Must be hungry. You eat long time ago." She released her hand from his grip and turned back into the living room, heading through the small corridor, past the dining room and into the kitchen. She had not completed her cooking that afternoon, having got caught up in her incomprehensible lustfulness, so she began to make some sandwiches with tomatoes, ham, cheese and whatever else she could find in the refrigerator.

Hans obediently complied with her direction and went to have a shower instead. He dressed in a pair of boxer shorts and a fresh sleeveless muscle shirt before going into the kitchen. Unceremoniously grabbing a sandwich, he ate in three short bites realising how hungry he actually was. Demolishing another two triangles of the ham and cheese with white bread, he spied the bottles of alcohol he had purchased that day. "Let's have a drink, Matty. What d'you say? Let's sit outside and have a glass of rum."

He leaned down and kissed her on the back of her neck before extracting a tray of ice from the fridge and emptying it out into a wooden ice bucket. Then, carrying two glasses, the ice, the half-litre of rum and a bottle of water, he went out to the balcony. Maitri remained in the kitchen for a while, nibbling at a slice of bread and some tomatoes. She was desperate to go and sit with Hansa, spend the rest of the evening and night with him, but she was confused. Like she had been for every moment that her brain had the opportunity for logical thought.

Was she exploiting this nice, handsome boy? She knew he had lived alone for eight months and probably never had any female company. Of course, he would need sexual release. She knew he masturbated because, during her cleaning chores, she sometimes saw different signs of his ejaculation. But that was to be expected of a young man like him. What she had done, on the other hand, was basically take advantage of his oversexed anguish and despair at not having a woman companion. She knew she was almost twice his age, and was it fair for her to capitalise on his youthful hormones that were bursting for some form of discharge?

But her fondness for Hans, and the tempting possibility of what may happen next, were too much for her to resist. She stepped into the bathroom on the way to joining him, knotted her hair neatly into a tight bun at the back of her head, looked at her semi-nude self in the mirror, and then proceeded to the balcony. By the time she got there, he had poured out two shots of rum, poured some water and topped up the glasses with ice. Maitri dragged a footstool from the corner of the balcony and sat down next to Hans, facing the darkness outside.

He had learnt enough over the months not to ask her to sit on the second chair; it was a wonder she had chosen to sit on the stool rather than on the floor at his feet. In fact, Maitri had made a lot of allowances because of her affection and feeling of tenderness towards Hans. For instance, she would never have considered eating from the same plate as him, or drink from the same glasses he used. And of course, to sit in his presence, or that of any man, wearing nothing but a brassiere and petticoat, would have been sheer madness. But then, what could be more outrageous than having sex with someone outside marriage, leave alone a foreigner, and that too a boy! The world would think she was a whore if anyone ever found out.

But she trusted him; and that was at the core of all her emotions. For Hans, on the other hand, there was no perception of social or economic divide; he didn't even think of the age difference or the language barrier. He was just amazed at the fact that this sybaritic woman and indulged all his fantasies and that, sitting there next to him, she was as real as it gets. Sipping their chilled dark rum, he couldn't take his eyes off her while she stared pensively into the night.

He looked at the top of her head with the long hair wrapped into a thick knot, random strands coming loose; looked pointedly at her face as he took in the dark complexion and pleasant lines of her cheekbones. For the first time, he let himself absorb every detail of this phantasmagoric woman that had been working for him all those months. He looked at the soft full lips glistening with the liquid and wanted to kiss her, taste the alcoholic beverage on her mouth and tongue. He reached out and touched one brown shoulder, his fingers grazing against the 20mm wide white bra strap.

Since Maitri was sitting at a lower level than him, Hans took in the low plunging décolleté of the brassiere and the fullness of her boobs filling the DD cups. There were clearly no underwires in the bra so the entire weight of her wholesome breasts caused a certain sag to the cups, which Hans found tantalisingly natural and perfect. He was getting a hard-on just ogling her while she took tiny sips of her drink and stared straight ahead, not looking at him. She had pulled up her black petticoat above her knees and it looked as though she was wearing a short skirt, her lower limbs and bare feet exposed to the elements.

Hans finished his drink and reached down to the low plastic table top where he proceeded to pour himself another round. Maitri took a last sip and finally turned around to face him, placing her glass on the table. "You nice man, Hansa," she said softly as she looked at him sombrely. He saw the wistful and dreamy look in her eyes and his heart seemed to melt; he felt both grateful and amorous at the same time, yearning to take her in his arms. Instead, he placed his left hand on her shoulder again and let his fingers roam over her trapezius and along the crook of her neck; he traced gentle fingertips along her jawline and down to her clavicle, seeing the indent above her collarbone.

Gradually, he let his hand roam down to the swell of her upper breast and pushed his fingers into the cleavage between her boobs as he heard her take a deep breath and saw her shut her eyes. Hans took a large gulp of his drink, almost draining it, before his hand traversed back to her chest and neck and shoulders. His fingers skimmed across the dark skin like the kiss of butterfly wings on the delicate petals of a flower. He took his hand to her face and brushed her lips with his fingers, pausing briefly to push a tip into her mouth and feel the wetness of her tongue. He glossed her lips with the saliva and continued touching her cheeks and then went back to her neck and shoulders and bosom.