The Unexpected Tourist

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The sun was scorching hot by the time I reached my stay in Goa. It was a beach stay and I felt a little refreshed seeing the sea from my squinting eyes. I could only see occasional boobs and bikinis as I was relaxing in my sunshade, but I was not too disappointed. The timing of my visit had been such. I was a fool to visit Goa at this time of the year but this was the only free time I got in the whole year. I work at an IT company and we release products in summer. We take a little break afterward and then start production for the next cycle immediately. Anyway, for now, I was content with my cold juice and my fan, and slowly nodded off.

A flying ball startled me out of my slumber and for a moment, I saw the beach fully crowded and illuminated in the golden rays of the Sun. As soon as I stood up excited and wiped my eyes, it was all gone. I sunk into my seat and finished the remaining, now hot, juice by my side. Though the beach was nowhere near crowded, one could say it was lively, especially after witnessing the desert in the afternoon. I sat there in my blues for a while before kicking my lazy ass out for a swim.

Mostly, people were swimming in groups and quite naturally, I distanced myself from them to find another lone swimmer. A lady. I couldn’t see her face for a few minutes but her physique was amazing. She tied her salt and pepper hair in a bun and looked like a mermaid, when swimming. I tried my level best to overtake her to have a glimpse at her face but couldn’t even reduce half the distance between us.

Just as I was about to give up hope, she turned back and started swimming deep into the sea. I couldn’t make out her face from afar, so I followed her into the sea though I was a little underconfident of my swimming skills. I began swimming toward her and since we are swimming towards each other, I was able to close in on her pretty quickly. All through my journey, she felt familiar but I couldn’t recall where I met her.

She saw that I was swimming towards her and changed her direction towards me. I was not afraid as I could clearly tell her that I had seen her somewhere. But I supposed that would be the first line of conversation any creep might make and was a little panicked. Hell, she could even be a person I met. Anyway, all my fears were put to sleep by a large wave which submerged me into the water and from that point, I lost my focus. I was drowning and all I could remember was her strong hand gripping my waist.

The next thing I remember was that the lady was kissing me. What the hell? I woke up startled only to puke out some water from my mouth. The woman was giving me artificial breathing.

“Thank God, you were okay, Vishnu Sir,” said the woman.

Then I remembered her. She was my maid Kamala. She stopped working for me a couple of weeks back saying she’ll need to relocate. I never thought I would fuck up so bad that my maid servant needed to rescue me. She was also about double my age, at around 55. Surprisingly, her body didn’t betray her age at all. She was unusually fit for her age and I may say she was hot as well.

While I was lost in my thoughts, she lifted me from the ground and placed me in one of the free lounge chairs. Then, she began rubbing my chest saying, “That was one nasty wave. Could have eaten up even the best of the swimmers.”

“It didn’t eat you up though,” I could speak more easily as she rubbed my chest.

“I went in only because the monster wave is coming. Why did YOU come in, Sir?”

I coughed for a little while trying to cover my embarrassment and said, “First of all, thanks for saving my life, Kamala. You are indeed a very good swimmer. What are you doing in Goa at this time of the year?”

“Well, I wanted to take a holiday before I move away. What about you, Sir? No friends along?”

I straightened myself on the chair. Kamala was crouching beside me and I could see her cleavage from this angle. I spoke solemnly, not letting her in on my peeks, “This is my only free time and all my friends practically ditched me because of the weather around this time. I can’t coop up in my flat for the vacation and came here alone.”

As we were chatting, the Sun also began to set and darkness engulfed us. Despite my insistence, Kamala carried me in her strong arms to my room. I was a little embarrassed having people see me carried by my maid servant and even pretended to be sleeping when people were there. She put me in my bed and said, “I too live in the same resort, Sir. The room at the end of this lane. Please feel free to call me for anything.”

I was a little amused after today’s incidents. My maid servant was living in the same expensive stay as me, was a very good swimmer and had a strong and hot body as well. These were all news to me and I felt a little dizzy at all these revelations. In fact, I felt a little inadequate before her. Nevertheless, I went to her room to ask her out for dinner. I didn’t mind she was my maid because as far as the beach is considered, she might just be istanbul travesti the hottest lady around.

I was pissed at being rejected by my maid for dinner and struggled to sleep. How dare she reject my offer! All the frustration kept running in my mind and unable to hold it in, I went to her room.

Just as I came out of my room, I heard a shut on Kamala’s door. I quickly crept to her window to see who entered. It was some shady looking guy in his mid 30s. I was skeptical if Kamala would be buying any drugs from him but crossed it off thinking it would be so expensive.

He wasted no time in removing his clothes and stroking his cock. He had a big tattoo on his back and I was genuinely worried. Meanwhile, Kamala shared none of my worries as she looked at him with lust filled eyes and hugged him. She was in her nighty and he began groping her huge ass from above her nighty. She too squeezed his butt and gave a couple of slaps that rang like a bell in my ears.

I was getting so horny when he pulled down Kamala’s nighty a bit to show some of her humongous tits that my pant dropped down and I started stroking my cock. As the guy dug into Kamala’s deep cleavage, I could also see Kamala digging her fingers into his ass using her saliva as lube.

The guy started moaning after Kamala shoved three fingers in his ass and slowly he fell to her crotch area. Then, Kamala removed her fingers from his ass and pushed him onto his knees. I was a little weirded out as I couldn’t understand the dynamic between them. One of them was a hooker and it cannot be the guy as it would have been very expensive for Kamala to afford one. Yet, Kamala was the aggressor here.

Kamala pulled his head tightly onto her and he started tracing his tongue on her nighty along her pussy. Or so it seemed. I was shocked to see a dildo hanging from her crotch as the guy removed her nighty. She took the dildo in her right hand and slapped it across the guy’s face. She pushed it throat deep into his mouth and again slapped his face with the wet dick. My own dick got so hard and wet looking at all that was unfolding before me.

I was feasting on Kamala’s saggy boobs as she was preparing the guy’s ass. He got himself in the doggy position and Kamala poured copious amounts of lube in his ass, tightened the straps to her strapon and got ready for a sumptuous fuck. She pushed the entire dick in his ass in a single thrust, their hips making a slap sound. The slap was overpowered by the guy’s short scream which also made me cum.

I did not get much respite from my horniness as my dick started rising soon enough as Kamala thrust in and out of the guy’s ass. Her movements were so sweetly rhythmic that I felt jealous of her. I can only imagine the bliss of the guy under her. This thinking soon got me jealous of the guy as well and made me a little embarrassed about fantasizing to be fucked by my maid servant. It seemed my mind had other plans as I spurt out a load in the embarrassment.

Soon, her thrusts picked up speed and Kamala absolutely pounded the guy’s ass. I could hear the croaks of their bed, mixed with the guy’s groans, clearly at the window. I orgasmed even harder this time and let out an involuntary shriek. Immediately, I got down and prayed that she doesn’t come near the window. Judging by the guy’s moans, I figured she didn’t even remove her dick from his ass. Anyway, he wouldn’t have let her.

The whole night, I was too excited to sleep. I kept on thinking about how my 55 year old maid servant first bested me in swimming, then saved my life and then turned out to be very good at fucking. Even better than me, I suppose. Otherwise, I couldn’t explain this huge jealousy I felt towards her at the moment. The lowly maid, whose existence I never bothered about, suddenly started imposing herself over me in my thoughts and dreams. How I wished she’d done that in real life as well! Oops.

I opened the door with a hardon and was startled to see Kamala. She was dressed in her bikini, which was not helping my hardon at all and asked in her usually coarse voice, “Shall we go for a morning swim, Sir?” Images of her naked body and her strapon fluttered in my mind and I struggled to make sense of what she said. Meanwhile, she continued, “I’m sorry I declined to have dinner with you yesterday. I am usually busy at that time. I would be leaving for Dubai for work and you would be the last acquaintance of mine I would spend time with. I don’t want to disappoint you before leaving, Sir.”

Leaving the processing for later, I said, “Give me a minute,” and shut the door. I quickly got into my trunks but had to wait until my hardon goes away. I waited and waited and finally relieved myself.

She started swimming deep into the sea. Seeing my hesitation, she put my left arm around her shoulder and her right arm around my shoulder and assuaged me, “Don’t panic, Sir. I am here with you.” As much as jealousy burned me, I really trusted her. She directed us by rowing with her free left hand and I travesti istanbul provided able support with my right hand. We were swimming like a perfectly coupled machine. By the time, we decided to turn back, we were already so deep into the sea and a lot of time had passed, so my hand started paining. But the trust I placed in her still proved to be right as she brought us back to the shore, literally singlehandedly. Did I say we were like a perfectly coupled machine? I now understood the reality.

We had breakfast together and then she left saying there was something she needed to take care about her job. I didn’t see her till night. The same place as last night. But it was a different guy this time. He looked even scarier than the previous one but Kamala fucked him all the same. I came a number of times that night but sleep still eluded me as I dreamt of my maid.

Kamala took me for a swim the next day as well. Being more relaxed than the previous day, I started talking with her, “Do you have any acquaintances in Dubai, Kamala?”

“My parents died long back, Sir. I divorced my good for nothing husband a couple of decades ago. I am not on speaking terms with my brother. My only relative, my sister, stays in Dubai. She works as a maid there.”

“So, you’re going to join your sister there.”

“Um… you could say so.”

“It’s ironic that you are leaving the maid job in India to join as a maid in Dubai.”

“Guess that is where my talent lies.”

I so wanted to scream NO but was embarrassed to do so. She was capable of many more things than just being a maid.

I went to her room that night as well. Another night. Another guy. And another sleepless night for me. The next night was similar as well. Something was fishy there. I don’t know how she got a different dude each night. Moreover, each of them was willing to take her dick up his ass. I might never know as the next night was gonna be my last night of the trip.

I got into position a little early this time and the wait felt like a drag. Looked like the guy was late. Kamala too kept on looking at the door frequently but nobody came. She went out to see and I was losing my patience. I wanted this night to be the best of the trip but looking at what happened, it might become the dullest.

“Looks like, he’s not coming,” I was frightened to my wits hearing Kamala’s voice from behind me. Slowly, I turned to see Kamala leaning against the wall, staring angrily at my pathetic state. I was standing with my shorts down and dick in my hand. I reached down to pull up my shorts but stopped after her roar, “DON’T!”

I went inside her room without my shorts and Kamala began staring at me like I was some item she intended to buy. Her pointed stares made my dick jump up and I’m sure she had noticed it as well. She had a little smirk on her face. Unable to beat the silence, I pleaded, “Kamala, I’m very sorry. I shouldn’t…”

She cut me short with just her hand and commanded, “I will talk. Your only job is to listen.”

Kamala picked up the dildo on the bed and came near me. She patted it on my cheeks and said, “Do you know when this started? About 20 years ago. I did a local low budget porn film where I had to peg for the first time and it was sensational. I’ve been addicted to this,” she pulled the dildo to her nose and sniffed it like a drug, “since then. I also had some fling going on after that where I got to take ass everyday but it met a tragic end. After five long years, I got this opportunity to use it again and those fuckers, they ran away.” Kamala threw the dildo back on the bed in frustration.

I looked at her in doubt and about to speak something but she closed my mouth and said, “You just listen. Not one word.” She removed her hand and continued, “The director of that film got famous recently and people must have dug his older films. These people, they found me from the film; they are from the mafia. Or at least that is what they said.

“They said their boss in Dubai is one big sissy and has ordered them to find a busty woman to ram a dick into his ass daily. They wanted to test me before recruiting me and asked me to come to Goa. I quit all the houses I was working in and exhausted my savings for this trip. Today was supposed to be the last day for the test and judging by their sissy moans, I bet I fucked them all real good. And now they vanish. Those filthy bastards.”

She was on the verge of tears as she completed her story. This was a pretty basic scam actually. I didn’t believe she fell for this really. But, given her age, it’s only natural she might not know how the modern scams go. As my thoughts rolled, she went on rambling, “I think they’re not even the mafia. They must be just some horny bitches who happened to find me from the film. If I ever see them again, I’ll wring their necks like chicken.”

I stood there in silence as Kamala sat on the bed, her head in her hands and visibly tensed. I tried to move close to her, at which point, she raised her head and istanbul travestileri asked, “And you? What about you, Sir? You were watching me in secret from the last four days.” Tears rolled in her eyes. “I thought very highly of you, Sir. Never expected you to be a snooper.”

I felt very bad at her words. I tried to apologize, “I’m very sorry, Kama…” She cut me off again, “I have a deal for you. Why don’t you hire me as a maid again, this time as a live-in maid and pay me what I used to earn in all the houses altogether?”

I was shocked, “Why would I do that?”

“You see, I was pretty much robbed of everything. My savings are lost and my jobs are also lost. I have no relative who would help me in this situation. You are the only one who knows my predicament.”

“But even so, I can’t afford to pay you that much. I can rehire you as a maid. That’s it.”

“You don’t need to do this as charity.” She came close to me, so close that I can smell her breath, “I can give you what you really want. Everyday.”

Holy Shit! She meant sex. I was jumping in joy inside but I tried to conceal it. I acted like I was hesitant. Kamala then offered, “You can test it out now. We can talk about the finer details of the deal after the test fuck. What do you say?”

I was speechless. I just leaned in towards her as acknowledgement. She latched on to that and dove her tongue in my mouth right away. She squeezed my ass in her hard grip and removed my T shirt. I too hugger her tight enough that her perky nipples stung me through her nighty.

Her kisses flowed downward, engulfing my nipples, belly button and finally, my dick. Her fondling my ass remained a constant though. She must really be very fond of ass. She expertly put her tongue around my dick, alternating between licking the tip and sucking the shaft, just enough to make it rock hard.

Kamala then threw me on the bed pounced on me. She ground her body on mine very hard that our nipples rubbed against each other and my dick rubbed against her pussy. It was a divine sensation. She jumped up suddenly and in a hurry, started wearing her strapon.

I retaliated, “Wait, Kamala. I did not sign up for this. I thought it would just be vanilla.”

“Isn’t this the sex which made you cum hard the last four days? Don’t you want to know how those guys felt? Or you know all too well?”

“No, no. I hadn’t tried pegging before. I don’t want to do it now. Let’s do something else.”

“Let me get one thing straight. In our deal, pegging would be the norm. I’m too much in love with it to push it to the sidelines. But don’t be afraid. Let me take your ass today. You’ll be craving for my dick from tomorrow.”

I was afraid of giving up my ass to Kamala. It was okay to voyeur it from a distance but to actually do it with my older maid servant, let her fuck my ass deep was something too embarrassing for me. Seeing my confusion, Kamala quickly moved towards me and kissed me on my lips.

She stood me up and her hands once again squeezed my ass. The only difference now was that our dicks rubbed against each other and it was weird, to say the least. She started giving me a blow blowjob very slowly as her hands played with my asshole. She’s got lube at hand and very soon, four of her fingers were sliding in and out of my asshole pretty easily.

My dick twitched inside her mouth as she found my prostrate. She stopped her sucking at that, gave me a smirk and again dove into the blowjob. Her fingers hitting my prostrate triggered incredible sensations in me and I thought my dick’s about to burst. It did. In Kamala’s mouth, as I shot a huge load. That just might be my biggest load. She showed it to me before gulping it down in one quick stroke.

Just when I was recuperating from that amazing climax, Kamala went behind me and pushed her dick into my now gaping asshole. Her hands came around and caught my limp dick. I pleaded her, “Please Kamala, this amount of anal play is enough for a beginner. Let us leave the dildo aside.”

Kamala started drilling her dick into my behind slowly and said, “What do you mean? I hadn’t even started. Trust me. I know my shit. Just relax and enjoy the paradise I put you in.” Her words calmed me a bit and by the time her dick went three fourths in, my dick became rock hard in her hands. Her hands left my dick and turned my head back. She smooched me and at the same time, began moving in and out of my ass at a steady pace.

My maid servant’s tongue melted in mine as her dick probed my prostrate and resulted in another shattering orgasm for me. My knees felt weak and I was about to trip over when she caught me and took me to bed.

I was laid on my back and she cuddled next to me. She stroked smoothly on my belly and started a conversation, “Is that good?”

“To be honest, it is one of the best orgasms I ever had.”

“Didn’t I tell you so? You were trying to act coy like a bitch but tell me one thing. Deep down, you really wanted it. Didn’t you?”

I remained silent but my dick didn’t and she noticed that. She continued, “I saw how you jerked yourself off looking at me pounding the other guys, you motherfucker! How desperately you must have wanted to be in those guy’s place, you horny little bastard!”

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