Driver and Maalkin - Chapter 1

Driver and Maalkin - Chapter 1

Hey everyone, this is my confession. I'm Raj, a 25-year-old driver working for a rich family in their big bungalow. The husband is always busy with his software company, meetings, travel, late nights. He barely pays attention to his wife anymore. His wife, my Maalkin Priya, is a 42-year-old total MILF. Fair skin, curvy body with big heavy breasts that strain against her blouses and sarees, a thick juicy ass that jiggles when she walks, and those seductive eyes that make my cock twitch every single day.

She spends her time shopping, going to kitty parties, and roaming around with her friends. I drive her everywhere. Every ride, her perfume fills the car, her saree pallu slips just enough to show cleavage, and I have to hide my hard-on. At night I jerk off thinking about her. Imagining bending her over the car hood and fucking her senseless.

One morning, after Saheb left for the office, Maalkin told me to clean the car because she needed it in the evening for mall shopping. I was vacuuming the backseat when something caught my eye. A pair of red lace panties tucked in the corner under the seat. They were clearly hers. Soft, slightly damp, and still carrying the sweet, musky scent of her pussy. My cock instantly hardened.

I looked around. No one was there. I sat in the back of the garage, pulled out my thick 7-inch cock, wrapped her panties around it, and started stroking. I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Fuck Maalkin... your pussy smells so good," I whispered. In my fantasy she was on her knees in the car, saree hiked up, begging me to fuck her neglected cunt while her big tits bounced.

I was pumping faster, eyes closed, lost in the fantasy of sucking on her nipples and pounding her when suddenly the car door opened.

"Raj! What the hell are you doing?!"

Maalkin was standing there in a tight salwar kameez that hugged her curves perfectly, staring at me with wide eyes. My hand was still wrapped around my cock, her red panties around my shaft, pre-cum leaking. I froze, heart pounding. "Maalkin... I... I'm sorry... I can explain..."

Before I could say another word, she stepped inside the car, closed the door behind her, and looked at me with a mix of shock and something else... lust?

Her eyes dropped to my hard cock, still throbbing in my hand. Without saying anything, she leaned forward, pushed my hand away, and wrapped her soft fingers around my shaft.

"Maalkin..." I gasped.

"Shhh," she whispered, her voice husky. "You've been staring at me for months. I know. And my useless husband hasn't touched me in ages."

She lowered her head, her long hair falling over my lap, and took my cock into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion. The feeling was incredible. Soft lips, swirling tongue, and that sloppy suction only a hungry MILF can give. She bobbed her head, taking me deeper, gagging slightly as my cock hit the back of her throat. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she sucked noisily, her hand stroking the base.

"Oh fuck, Maalkin... your mouth feels so good," I groaned, grabbing her hair gently.

She looked up at me with those naughty eyes, spit shining on her lips, and sucked harder. The sounds were pure filth, wet slurping, gagging, her moans vibrating around my cock. She massaged my balls while deepthroating me, her big tits pressing against my thigh.

I couldn't hold back. After just a few minutes of her expert sloppy blowjob, my balls tightened.

"Maalkin, I'm going to cum!"

She didn't pull away. Instead she sucked harder, eyes locked on mine. I exploded in her mouth. Thick ropes of hot cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop like a good slut, milking me dry with her lips until I was empty.

Finally she pulled off with a pop, licked her lips, and wiped a small dribble from the corner of her mouth.

She looked at me sternly but with a satisfied smile. "This never happened, Raj. Not a word to anyone, especially not to my husband. Understand?"

I nodded quickly, still breathless. "Yes, Maalkin."

She adjusted her clothes, gave my softening cock one last playful squeeze, and stepped out of the car like nothing happened.

If this story was fun?, I might write a Chapter 2. What happened when she called me inside the house that same evening.

What do you think, guys?