my secret life

my secret life 01

We used to have a house in a very big mansion. I still remember that we used to have dozens of servant maids in our house, out of which 3-4 young maids used to be only for my work. All these were daughters of laborers working on our fields. If they got enough food and good clothes, they used to be happy in that.

It is important to mention here that I was very attracted towards women from the very beginning of my life. My mother used to tell that I was always fond of playing with women's breasts. Every woman who held me in her arms had to say that I used to play with her breasts a lot.

And this must have been the reason that later on I became a slave of women only, my whole life was spent in having sex only with women.

Perhaps the main goal of my life was to have sex with women, this is clearly visible to me now because I have not done anything else in life… except sex with women only!

As you will see further in my life story that I was engrossed in lust at a very young age and the main reason for this was that I had no shortage of money and my parents had left immense wealth and wealth that I had to live- There was no need to do anything for survival.

It seems that according to the law, my goal in life was only women and my maids who took care of me from time to time had a great hand in this direction. Till I was young, my maids used to do all my work, even bathing me etc…

I still remember that when my Aaya used to bathe me, she used to play with my cock. Sometimes she used to try to make him stand in her hands.

I really enjoyed that game. She used to bathe me only wearing a petticoat and blouse, and many times my hands would go inside her petticoat while bathing and the thick hair growing on her pussy would come in my hands.

Once upon a time my hand would even touch the lips of his pussy, which was sometimes filled with water, a strange sticky juice got on my fingers, which I had smelled many times. I used to get a very strange intoxicating smell from my hands which used to touch the pussy of those girls. Today I understand the secret of their wet pussy.

In those days a very smart and bright girl was hired for my work, she would be 18-19 years old and her body was full, the complexion was also very clear and blooming.

By the way, my mother did not sleep with me at night and any older working person had to sleep with me. She used to sleep in my room on the floor below on the mat.

Ever since that new girl started looking after my work, I used to feel like sleeping with her. The girl's name was Sundari and she was true to her name.

That's why I started teasing him a lot while taking a bath. Now I used to touch her pussy stealthily and put fingers in the hair of her pussy but she was also very smart. She now used to keep her petticoat tightly over her pussy so that my finger or hand could not go inside her petticoat, but I also used to play with her boobies in a jiffy.

Often her nipples would stand in her thin blouse and I would try my best to touch them with my finger.

How this was happening, I still do not understand. While my friends used to indulge in a lot of sports, I kept on secretly listening to the maids or even engaged in tinkering with them.

This thing could not be hidden from my mother and father and they got confused about putting me in the hostel because they thought that I would become like them by living among the maids.

But I also started pretending to be unconscious of lies. I would often cry at night in fear and seeing this my parents rejected the idea of putting me in the hostel.

The beautiful girl who was hired for my work was very intelligent and understood my disorderly nature.

One day she started saying - how nice it would be if I could sleep in your room only.

I asked her how it could be so she said - you feel very scared at night, don't you?

I said- yes!

So she said - tell mom that only the beauty will sleep in your room.

Just that night I raised a lot of fear and my mother had to sleep with me but the very next day she put a very old maid to sleep in my room.

Our plan failed but the beauty was clever, she suggested me a way to harass the old lady and that very night she left the job.

It so happened that at night I took a frog and threw it into the old man's bag when he was sleeping deeply. When the frog began to stir up her panic, she ran out screaming and did not return after that day.

Then I told the mother to put the beauty to sleep in my room and the mother agreed after a while.