1. My house-maid's pathetic story.


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: Shermohammd, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I am a Muslim House wife. My name is Zareena. My husband's name is Sikander. We are an upper middle class affluent f****y with a good friendly neighborhood. The house-maids usually do not stick. They come from interior rural areas to Karachi seeking jobs that are plentiful, however, they leave the job abruptly to go back home to either participate in f****y marriages or to attend funerals of their dead kith and kin. The new one that we have now is in late twenties and is married. She showed us her ID with the name of Basheeran. She is married to a cousin, Dilawer, who had no land and is a day laborer. She has good looks but remains quiet and sorrowful. I am normally kind to poor people and good at treating our servants and helpers. With the approaching of our Fasting month, I let her buy new clothes and shoes of her own choice. Seeing our kindness, she took some courage and narrated her sad story. As she proceeded, she broke down in tears and sobbing. I tried to comfort her and took her into my room. I let her unload her grief and wiped her tears. She had found her husband unable to satisfy her and left her in an agony on the wedding night. She wold resort to masturbating by rubbing her private part with finger. We, husband and wife, are prone to watching porno movies before going to bed and having a crush with sex.I felt great pity on her and decided to find a way for her to enjoy the pleasures of sex with strict secrecy between us. I showed her a lesbian movie,It turned her ...
    on and she started masturbating. I showed a virgin porno move and she begged for a similar act with a real co***k. I asked her &#034did you have an affair&#034 before marriage/ She felt shy. I drew her near to me and kissed her. She said that there was a young boy who used to &#034stare at me,&#034 and started being drawn to him. I was grown up and cherished to be loved and kissed. One day, I called him to me. He groped me and kissed me. I pinched his arm and said: &#034Close your eyes.&#034 Then, I returned his advance ro me with a passionate kiss and whispered to him, &#034I love you.&#034 I didn't see him again and it seemed that he might have left our place. My marriage was getting delayed for one reason or another. In the meantime, wherever I found work in any f****y, every male member would stare at me. One Day my boss dragged me to him but his wife saw him. She sacked me and paid me off. Next day, she called me and arranged my job with her b*****r. I was quite happy there when I was called back to our village and married to my cousin. It was on the wedding night that he failed to satisfy me. It ruined my dreams of a happy married life. I told my mother and she told his mother. But they both decided to cover this up and I got separated from him. My mother had an uncle in Karachi and we came here to live with him. We were having a roaring happy and &#034sexful&#034 life. I bore two c***dren, both boys. Sikandar started taking interest in extra marital sex. He shared his ...
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