By Roshni Varsha

Harsha sighed, blowing the stray hairs off her face and back up in the general direction of the ponytail they had somehow snuck out of. She was tired, her knees hurt from being on them scrubbing this white woman’s floors all day, her back was sore from hauling buckets around, and really all the nineteen year old Indian girl wanted was to go to her room and sleep. Above all else she would love to return to India, but her family needed her to keep this housekeeping job and continue to send money back to them. Without her they would have nothing, no house, no food, it was imperative that she continue in her employment here in America, and so she blew the hair off her face, and continued to scrub the floors.

Amanda slammed open the door, tossed her keys into the bowl in her front foyer and stomped through the house. It had been a bad day, an important deal had fallen through, her on again/off again relationship with Brad was now “off again”, and someone had scratched the paint job on her porsche. She spun around the corner of the foyer into the dining room, blonde hair swirling out around her like a horizontal golden halo, and promptly tripped over the wash bucket of her housegirl, Harsha.

Losing her balance Amanda grabbed onto the wall, using it to keep her from winding up completely splayed out across the floor. Heart pounding wildly, she righted herself and glared down at the nineteen year old Hindu girl at her feet. 

Harsha was cowering, looking up at the fierce face of her employer, her mind whirled with all the potential outcomes of this encounter, and none of them seemed to be good.

“I’m, I’m so sorry madam,” she stuttered, in her heavily accented English, righting the bucket and lifting sorrowful brown eyes up to Amanda.

“You’re sorry?! You’re sorry? You ungrateful little –“ 

Whatever Amanda was going to say next was stalled, stopped by the image that filled her vision when she looked down at the serving girl.

When the bucket had spilled it had splashed upon Harsha, and then poured out on the floor where the girl was kneeling to wash. Her light brown gown was now transparent and plastered against her skin, disguising nothing. Her long black hair was pulled back into a haphazard ponytail, but more strands then not had escaped and now hung about the girls’ exotic face, framing it most appealingly. 

Letting her eyes descend further and linger on the girl’s body, Amanda’s lips curled up into a cold smile. Harsha’s breasts were clearly outlined by the wet garment, their pert globes stirring a hunger deep within her stomach, a hunger only made more intense by the outlines of her servants puckered nipples, a darker shade of brown against the coffee color of her skin. Better yet, the girl didn’t appear to be wearing any panties. Amanda could see a bulge over the girl’s pubic area that could only be her bush, only slightly hidden by the sprawled out position that she was in.

“You’re sorry then?” Amanda cooed, her tone much lighter, but with a note of something sinister that sent a shiver down Harsha’s spine.

“Yes ma’am”

“Then show me how sorry you are Harsha…take off that wet dress of yours.”

“Ma’am?” Harsha looked up at her boss, hoping that she’d misunderstood.

“You heard me, take off your dress, or go pack your bags and I’ll send you on the first flight back to India.”

With trembling fingers Harsha did as she was told. Slowly she unbuttoned her dress and then stood to slip its sodden weight off her shoulders. It fell to the ground with an audible ‘plop’, heavy with water.

Amanda looked over the now shivering girl and smiled, nodding. 

“Very nice. Now lay down.” At the servant girl’s uncertain look the blonde nodded impatiently. “Yes in the puddle, it seems somehow appropriate. Lay down.”

While the nineteen year old forced her trembling body to obey, Amanda carefully stripped out of her own clothes and tossed them to a dry area of the floor. Towering above the Indian girl she looked very regal, very domineering even in her nakedness. Her long legs swept up to a beautifully shaped ass, which in turn tapered into amazing hips and a tight waist. Her own breasts were much larger then Harsha’s, but still perky and upright, not sagging in the slightest.

“Here is what is going to happen. In order for you to show me how sorry you are, you are going to lick my pussy,” Amanda paused, enjoying the tears she could see seeping out of the corners of the younger woman’s eyes. Her pussy began to tingle at the sight of Harsha looking so scared and intimidated beneath her, so innocent, so virginal. Of course she was free to go at anytime, but she knew that doing so would mean forfeiting her job, and that was not something she was willing to do.

“After you lick my pussy, and I have a taste of yours, I’m going to finger fuck you until you cum.” Amanda smirked at the horrified expression on Harsha’s face, and then promptly knelt down. Straddling the girl as she was, this put her pussy less then an inch above Harsha’s face, and conveniently enough positioned her own face where she could easily access the other girl’s pussy.

“Lick it.” She commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Harsha whimpered and Amanda could tell that she was still crying, but she tentatively snaked out her tongue and let it delve between the folds of her bosses shaved snatch. Amanda shivered in delight as she felt the virgin beneath her continue to cautiously taste her, squiggling her tongue about in all her nooks and crannies, not knowing exactly what to do. Wanting to show her, Amanda leaned forward, and using her fingers to spread Harsha’s fur covered pussy wide apart she began to lap at the girls tender clit. Pressing the flat of her tongue hard against it, she licked about, and Harsha, being a quick learner, soon was doing the same to the blonde who was riding her face. Harsha tasted like sunshine and soap, and as Amanda licked at her clit she noticed a growing wetness between her housegirl’s legs. Lapping it up like a dog it wasn’t long before Amanda had Harsha moaning and twisting beneath her in ecstasy. Even better, Amanda soon found herself grinding her dripping wet crotch into the Indian girls face, rocking back and forth as the girl beneath her teased and tormented her with her tongue. 

The two women rolled about on the floor, unmindful of the water through which they went, oblivious to all but the building pressure in their pussies, the ache that needed release.

“Fuck me with your fingers” Amanda gasped out, her breath coming in ragged gasps. 

As she felt Harsha’s slender fingers enter her, spreading her pussy lips, she locked her own mouth upon the younger woman’s clit and began to suck in earnest, all the while her own fingers toyed with Harsha’s entrance. She’d no doubt the girl was a virgin and she planned to take her cherry, but not until an instant before she was going to cum. And so while Harsha continued to finger fuck her, while she ground herself into the girl’s hand harder and harder, she sucked on her clit. Harsha writhed beneath her, gasping, almost sobbing. Amanda suddenly felt it, the teenager’s body tensing up beneath her, and knowing that she was about to cum, she simultaneously slammed her fingers deep into the virgins’ twat, shredding her hymen in one strong swoop, and pushed herself back against Harsha’s hand, cumming hard against her.

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