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Wanda continued her story:
When we reached the main hall downstairs, all eyes were on me. My father-in-law eyed me as I walked across the living room.
“You had a good sleep?”
he asked. To which, I just nodded. I did not know what would have happened if I were to confront him about what happened yesterday.
Amir, was also present and he seemed somewhat shocked at my appearance.
“This foolish girl was hiding behind the door when I opened it,”
Mother offered. That seemed to have somewhat cleared the tension in the room. I thought I was out of the woods. I was wrong.
“That looked more like slap marks rather than the door hitting her face,”
Amir observed,
“I wonder who slapped her so hard that it left finger marks on her cheek?”
That ‘accusation’ ruffled my father-in-law’s feathers and he was quick to react,
“Don’t the married couple sleep behind locked doors? You mean that someone else here have the keys to their room?”
“I merely observed the slap marks on Wanda’s face, I did not say someone entered her room.”
Amir smirked.
“You mentioned ‘someone’ had slapped her, so tell us ‘who’ is that ‘someone’?”
Turning to my mother-in-law, he continued,
“Is your beloved cousin trying to say that our son has violent inclinations?”
my father-in-law continued.
“Silence!”
Mother roared,
“not another word from either of you!”
The room fell into silence. Previously I thought it was my father-in-law who was the head of this household. Now, it was very clear who ‘wore the pants’ in this house. I also established that
‘Uncle’ Amir
was not a brother of my father-in-law but my mother-in-law’s cousin.
Mother walked up to me and pinched my cheek,
“If I catch you entertaining an other men, other than my son, you will get it from me, you hear me?”
From the corner of my eye, I noticed her throwing meaningful stares at both men, as if to warn them off. For a split second, I felt protected by her. No doubt she treated me the worst among the three but at least she didn’t exploit me sexually like Amir or my father-in-law.
“Well?”
she egged me for a response.
“Yes Mother.”
I replied quietly and bowed my head.
Satisfied with my answer, she pointed towards the kitchen,
“you have things to do, don’t you?”
I nodded and excused myself.
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Well written story bro, please continue
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Mother walked up to me and pinched my cheek,
“If I catch you entertaining an other men, other than my son, you will get it from me, you hear me?”
From the corner of my eye, I noticed her throwing meaningful stares at both men, as if to warn them off. For a split second, I felt protected by her. No doubt she treated me the worst among the three but at least she didn’t exploit me sexually like Amir or my father-in-law.
“Well?”
she egged me for a response.
“Yes Mother.”
I replied quietly and bowed my head.
Satisfied with my answer, she pointed towards the kitchen,
“you have things to do, don’t you?”
I nodded and excused myself.
I hope I don’t sound xenophobic or racist when I say this: Javanese (people) seem to have this way of beating about the bush. I say this because this was not only the case for Wanda only; it was also the same for Nurul! When I ask either of them a simple question, they will give you a history class before they give you the answer. Sometimes, they will attempt to anticipate your next question and give you the answer that question first, before even attempting to answer your original question. You know what I mean?
I just wanted to know - did she have a child out of wedlock? Was it so difficult to answer? I felt like cutting her off from her story and asking her to get straight to the point but I suppose I didn’t want another blow up. Like what some of the bros in here say, I need to bide my time.I just had to let her finish her story
I thought that the worst was over but I was wrong. Seeing I was alone in the kitchen,
Pak Amir
approached me.
“Those were slap marks, weren’t they child?”
Amir asked,
“Don’t lie to me or I will tell on you and you don’t want that, do you?”
I felt trapped. Cornered. I didn’t know what to do? Should I tell the man who took my virginity that I got drugged and sodomized by my father an d father-in-law? It was a case of the devil and the deep blue sea. I really didn’t know what to do. I started crying. This shocked Amir and took a few steps back.
“What’s going on here?”
boomed my father-in-law.
“Nothing Abang,”
Amir replied,
“I was just coming to see if there was anything to eat when I saw Wanda crying so I tried to console her”
“Is that so?”
my father-in-law cocked an eyebrow,
“our family is really so fortunate to have you here then. What would we do without you eh?”
he asked sarcastically.
Seeing that he had outstayed his welcome, Amir made his way out of the kitchen under the watchful eye of my father-in-law. Once he was satisfied Amir was out of sight, he turned his attention to me.
Touching my cheek he cooed,
“Did you disclose anything to my wife?”
I shook my head.
“That is good. I will greatly reward you for your loyalty Wanda.”
he then planted a kiss on my mouth, using his tongue to forcefully part my lips. The smell of tobacco filled my nostrils and I coughed, allowing his tongue to invade the insides of my mouth. Satisfied with his conquest, he broke off the kiss.
“That’s my good girl,”
he said as he smacked his lips and left. The other servants returned to the kitchen and I wondered if any of them witnessed what had just transpired between my father-in-law and myself because they were awfully quiet when they entered the kitchen. Not knowing what to do, I nodded at them, acknowledging their presence and quickly exited the kitchen, giving the excuse that I needed to check on my husband.
You see, to the outside, I married my husband. But to this family (including the servants), I was merely another servant; the only difference between me and them was that I got to sleep with their young master. Other than that, I was expected to help out with the household chores.
As I made my way to my bedroom, I walked past my in-laws’ room. A familiar sound made me stop in my tracks. I thought I heard the distinctive sounds of whipping and slapping coming from their room. Seeing that I was the only person along the corridor, I crept towards their door.
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As I made my way to my bedroom, I walked past my in-laws’ room. A familiar sound made me stop in my tracks. I thought I heard the distinctive sounds of whipping and slapping coming from their room. Seeing that I was the only person along the corridor, I crept towards their door.
I thought I heard sounds of whipping and slapping so I stopped to listen. The sounds seem muffled but then I heard the crack of a whip and some groaning.
“You think you are the man of the house?”
a female voice which I recognized to be Mother’s was heard coming from the room,
“without my family’s inheritance, do you think you will get to where you are today, Ali?”
she asked.
Ali
was the name of my father-in-law.
“Throwing your weight around in front of Wanda, are you?”
she continued to taunt my father-in-law,
“Were you the one who entered Wanda’s room last night?”
her question was punctuated with the sound of the whip.
“No.”
he answered.
“No?”
the whip cracked another time and I thought I heard a groan.
“No, mistress,”
came a muffled reply.
“Bagus! Now since your tongue was so sharp this morning, show me what good your tongue can do; since the other parts of your body are useless. Lick me!”
Mother commanded.
I heard some more muffled sounds and moaning. Afraid that I would be caught eavesdropping, I hurried back to my bedroom. By the time I got back to my bedroom, my husband was already awake.
“Saya mau isap tetek,”
my husband said, pointing to my breasts,
“if you don’t let me suck your breasts, I will go tell Mother!”
he threatened.
I love my husband. For one thing, he was the most innocent person in the whole household and, in a way, he loved me more than an of the rest as I came to find out. To
Amir
and
Ali
, I was just a fuck toy. To Mother, I was just a cow to help the family reproduce.
“Where did you learn such things, sayang?”
I asked him but my question seemed to anger him.
“Isap! Isap!”
he shouted, throwing a hissy fit.
“Shh! Shh!”
I went forward and wanted to use my hand to cover his mouth,
“Ok ok, I will let you suck,”
I said.
But before I could complete my sentence, as I advanced towards him, he reached out and ripped my top off, revealing my bra.
At the mention of bra, I felt blood rushing to my groin as I remember how cute Wanda looks in her underwear. I remember seeing her in ’training bra’, stripping them and suckling on her cute little tits. I rubbed my growing member in anticipation.
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I was tempted to take her again but I did not want to spoil her story. More importantly, I didn’t want her to get the impression that I got turned on my her misfortunes, I simply nodded and and let her continue with her story.
I was shocked. What has my innocent husband become?
As he was inexperienced in the ways of love-making, he found difficulty removing my bra. The more he fumbled, the more he got frustrated.
“Bisa diatur,”
I assured my husband and I removed my bra. Setting his eyes on my breasts for the first time he lunged forward and pushed me to the bed. Like a hungry animal, he began to suck and bite my breasts.
“Pelan! Pelan! Sakit!”
my pleas to get him to slow down and stop biting fell on deaf ears and he continued his assault. I did not know what got over me but I began to get wet, presumably from the moans of my mother-in-law and the pain I was experiencing now. Thinking that I peed in my panties, he began to snigger at me.
“You dirty girl. You peed in your panties. Shame shame!”
he exclaimed.
“Shh! Lower your voice, sayang, there could be people outside,”
I said.
“No! Mother told me I am the young master of the house and you are just a servant girl bought home using money so that I can play with you however I want, don’t you tell me what to do!”
he shouted at me.
They were only words from ‘a boy trapped in a grown man’s body’ but they cut me deeper than a knife. I broke down and cried. The last member of the family that I thought would hurt me had just broke my heart.
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As he was inexperienced in the ways of love-making, he found difficulty removing my bra. The more he fumbled, the more he got frustrated.
“Bisa diatur,”
I assured my husband and I removed my bra. Setting his eyes on my breasts for the first time he lunged forward and pushed me to the bed. Like a hungry animal, he began to suck and bite my breasts.
“Pelan! Pelan! Sakit!”
my pleas to get him to slow down and stop biting fell on deaf ears and he continued his assault. I did not know what got over me but I began to get wet, presumably from the moans of my mother-in-law and the pain I was experiencing now. Thinking that I peed in my panties, he began to snigger at me.
“You dirty girl. You peed in your panties. Shame shame!”
he exclaimed.
“Shh! Lower your voice, sayang, there could be people outside,”
I said.
“No! Mother told me I am the young master of the house and you are just a servant girl bought home using money so that I can play with you however I want, don’t you tell me what to do!”
he shouted at me.
They were only words from ‘a boy trapped in a grown man’s body’ but they cut me deeper than a knife. I broke down and cried. The last member of the family that I thought would hurt me had just broke my heart.
I can only but imagine how she would look in her panties, now drenched with her love juices. I knew how easily she got wet and how horny she’d become one her juices started flowing and was curious how this story would unfold?
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I waited patiently for her to continue her story; with the bottom half of my body standing at attention, as if to tell her that she had also got its attention.
“Abang jahat,”
she said as she touched the sensitive regions of my erect member,
“just now, not enough?”
she asked as she started to stroke my shaft.
“With you, sayang, it is never enough”
I told her and I felt her blush at my compliment. Either she read my mind, or perhaps she felt that her story would enhance our sex, she continued with her tale:
His words hurt me very much and I started to cry. My husband thought that he had hurt me physically or perhaps his teasing me about peeing had embarrassed me so he became quiet. He lowered his head and apologised to me. He was afterall, just a child and to him, I was like an elder sister. Not wanting to make him feel bad, I hugged him.
My husband then reached around my waist, his hands went lower and he began to squeeze my butt cheeks,
“I like this!”
he said,
“every day you must let me squeeze.”
I simply nodded my head.
Gaining my ‘approval’, he went back to my breasts, suckling them like a baby. Enjoying them as if they were capable of producing milk.
Then, as sudden as his ‘attack’, he suddenly ‘remembered’ that he was hungry and told me he wanted to have his lunch. While I was bare-bodied (only in my panties), he was fully clothed so he broke off our embrace and bolted out of the room, in the direction of the kitchen, leaving our bedroom door wide open.
I ran after him, afraid that he would hurt himself while running but I could not catch up with him before he left the room. By the time I got to the door, I noticed one of the male servants at the corridor. Apparently my husband’s shouts attracted some attention and a few of the servants came up to see what was happening.
I quickly covered myself as best as I could and pushed the bedroom door. the door was closing, I notice a gleam in male servant’s eye and a slight smirk. I guess he had seen something more than he should have. Embarrassed by this, I slammed the door shut, locked it and squatted there, with my back against the door, not knowing what to do next?
After what seemed like an eternity, I heard a knock on the door.
It was that male servant.
He wanted to know if everything was ok?
I quickly told him that I was fine and that I would be going down to join my husband for his meal.
I quickly threw my panties onto the bed, changed into fresh panties and clothes and left the room. As I opened the door, I got the shock of my life. There the male servant stood, as if waiting for me to appear.
I nodded at him and scurried off, not daring to turn my head to look back at him, nor talk to him.
“You mean you got excited showing off your cute little titties to the male servant?”
I asked cheekily.
“Abang jahat!”
she replied, slapping my arm. I pushed her aside and rolled myself on top of her, positioning my cock at the entrance of her pussy.
“Me naughty? From now onwards, you will never show your body to any other man, except me, you hear?”
I commanded her.
“Yes, sayang.”
she complied.
“But you did show your body to the male servant and for that I must punish you.”
I said to her before I thrust my cock forcefully into her already wet cunt. Wanda arched backwards and let out a loud moan,
“Ahh!”
‘Encouraged’ by her moans, I started to pump her rhythmically working up my pace. As I had already ejaculated once, I was able to last longer this time around but seeing her lay there with her eyes rolled up in pleasure spurred me on. With a loud grunt, I emptied another load in her warm pussy.
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Nice story TS, please keep going
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You so jahat TS becoz I get hard after reading your story, please continue writing.
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“You mean you got excited showing off your cute little titties to the male servant?”
I asked cheekily.
“Abang jahat!”
she replied, slapping my arm. I pushed her aside and rolled myself on top of her, positioning my cock at the entrance of her pussy.
“Me naughty? From now onwards, you will never show your body to any other man, except me, you hear?”
I commanded her.
“Yes, sayang.”
she complied.
“But you did show your body to the male servant and for that I must punish you.”
I said to her before I thrust my cock forcefully into her already wet cunt. Wanda arched backwards and let out a loud moan,
“Ahh!”
‘Encouraged’ by her moans, I started to pump her rhythmically working up my pace. As I had already ejaculated once, I was able to last longer this time around but seeing her lay there with her eyes rolled up in pleasure spurred me on. With a loud grunt, I emptied another load in her warm pussy.
Recounting the events of the night before, I can’t help but wonder if Wanda was an exhibitionist or perhaps a nymphomaniac even? I remembered the time
she left the bathroom door ajar
. That was one of the first few times I had seen her naked. From then on, one thing led to another, and we found ourselves in bed together.
It was tuition night again and I caught up with Nurul and her gang of ’nosey parkers’. I will skip the unimportant stuff (and the bad English) and summarize the main points. By now, I have heard the same topics/stories being repeated so many times over that I could have memorized every line. Sometimes I wonder if these were the only ‘charges’ against Wanda or they have run out of ideas or faults to pin on Wanda. On the other hand, I played my cards close to the vest, not wanting to share any information about Wanda to them, just in case they were fabricating stories.
Our regular ‘gathering’ at the coffeeshop attracted quite a number of stares. I would too, had I not been one of the participants. Just imagine: a table of maids surrounding one male. Some were Nurul friends while others knew Wanda was my maid. The rest were distant acquaintances probably drawn to this group out of curiosity or for the ‘free coffee’. Nonetheless, this group was starting to draw attention from the people in the neighbourhood; what kind of signals am I sending out? More importantly, word will get to my family and eventually Wanda. What then?
Seeing that I could not gain any new leads or information from this group, I made a mental note to slowly withdraw from them. Moreover, there were more ways to extract knowledge from them; I still had my mother on my side; she could act as my ’liaison’, and, if anything happened, I could just say that Mother acted on her own accord. I started to just drop my son off at the tuition centre and hurry off. On some occasions, I just dropped him along the main road and then drove off.
Then a new piece of news landed on my lap. Apparently Wanda’s former employer was looking for her. Curious stuff indeed for why would a former employer be looking for his previous maid? Had she stolen from them before and they just realized it so they are looking for her now? Wanda’s documents were expiring and I needed the maid agent’s help to sort it out. Maybe I could take this chance to dig out some information from the agent? Or maybe I should ‘chair’ another meeting tonight?
The clock hanging on the office wall read 2.20 pm. Tick-tock.
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Then a new piece of news landed on my lap. Apparently Wanda’s former employer was looking for her. Curious stuff indeed for why would a former employer be looking for his previous maid? Had she stolen from them before and they just realized it so they are looking for her now? Wanda’s documents were expiring and I needed the maid agent’s help to sort it out. Maybe I could take this chance to dig out some information from the agent? Or maybe I should ‘chair’ another meeting tonight?
The clock hanging on the office wall read 2.20 pm. Tick-tock.
Rush hour traffic always makes me fed up. That’s why I always stay back in the office until the traffic is lighter then I go home. But today I had to rush home earlier as I wanted to take a shower before I send my son to tuition; I got caught in the rain and I wasn’t comfortable in my damp clothes.
As I sat in the car, listening to the sweet voice of
Jean Danker
on Class 95FM, my mind began to wonder; the angry honks behind me snapped me back to reality.
Wanda was surprised when she saw me open the door. Her surprised look and her asking me why I had come home earlier made me all the more ‘suspicious’. Or, maybe it was just her being curious?
I went into the master bedroom and into the shower. As I was shampooing my hair, I felt a pair of small hands wrap themselves from behind me.
“Sayang, let me help you clean up,”
I heard a whisper in my left ear. As my eyes were closed due to the shampoo, I could not see what was happening. This heightened my other senses as I now come to realize why some people go to that restaurant that serves food in the dark.
I felt Wanda’s hands. She was applying shower gel to my body. As I am quite hairy, some of the fragrance gets ‘stuck’ to my chest hair. I felt her fingers tease my nipples and her small hands move slowly and purposefully downwards, past my belly and stopping immediately before my crotch. Then her hands massaged soap around my inner thighs, my butt cheeks and then circling back to the front. Once more, she stopped short, just before my crotch. I tried to turn on the shower to wash away the shampoo so that I could see but she pushed my hands away.
“Let me serve you,”
she said,
“a good wife must serve her husband and make him happy”
she cooed gently into my ear. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know that by now, my member was standing at attention.
Wanda began to lather my body, purposely ignoring my swollen cock. I began to feel frustrated. I used my arm to rub soap away from my eyes. But as I did so, I felt an unusual warmth around the tip of my penis; Wanda was blowing hot air at it. In contrast to the cold water beating down on my body, her warm breath was like a refreshing sensation. I shuddered.
Her small hands now cup my balls massaging them, as if to coax them to produce more semen. Then, without warning, her small mouth engulfed the full length of my full erected cock. With my eyes still closed, I felt her bobbing up and down my cock. Then as sudden as the action started, the sucking stopped.
“You want to see?”
She asked.
She took the shower head and washed the soap off my body; starting from from my hands up to my elbows. Then she washed my head, brushing her fingers, as if they were a comb through my hair, down my neck along the right side of my body from the shoulders going all the way down to my feet. See her do this was quite an erotic sight. I’ve always fantasized about maid washing her master. I wanted to move off but she signaled to me that she needed to wash the left side of my body. She repeated the more or less the same procedure as she did the right side of my body.
“This is make you clean. No bad luck.”
she said. Instinctively, I reached for my aching member but she pushed my hand away.
“Wait, my dear husband”
she said.
She poured something fragrant into her small hands and then rubbed it all over the sensitive tip of my cock, sending sensations all over my body. Then she applied it all over my shaft. The solution smell good and made my tool feel warm as I felt it begin to throb.
Bending in front of me, she ‘pried’ open her pussy lips and offered herself to me
,
“Please, stab me with your spear,”
she pleaded,
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!
I held my throbbing cock in my left hand and positioned it at the mouth of her vagina. Once it was able to enter with ease, I held on to her small waist and began to thrust. The liquid covering my cock made her pussy feel warm and I felt really good inside her.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Wanda encouraged me to thrust faster.
“Yes baby!”
I heard myself groan unconsciously.
“Call my name, sayang”
she coaxed.
“Wanda! Wanda!”
I moaned.
“Sarwendah,”
she corrected me.
“Say my true name, my husband”
she gasped as I pumped her,
“say my name that only my husband can call me and give me your seed sayang!”
“Sarwendah! Sarwendah!”
I panted.
I heard her mumble something but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. Perhaps it was in Javanese or some Indonesian dialect. What I did hear hersay was something like she was mine to have and to hold and she was the vessel of my essence or something like that. Anyway I was too engrossed in fucking her to care what she said.
Sayang, are you love me?”
she asked.
“Of course,”
I replied.
I felt her vagina muscles contract. The sensation made me blow my load inside of her. Instinctively, I shouted out her name one last time as I emptied what seemed to be an eternity of cum into her,
“Sarwendah… Fuck! Ahhh!!!”
I felt my knees buckled and I had to hold on to to wall of my bathroom with one hand while the other was still on Wanda’s waist. This was, by far, the best orgasm I had.
Some of my recordings. Hope that the bros and sis here will like it.
https://serfly.tumblr.com/post/184525044362/sounds-nsfw
https://serfly.tumblr.com/post/184525054492/sounds-nsfw
I hope they won’t flag me and take it down anytime soon?