An Indian Widow's Choice Ch. 02-03

Chapter 2: The Destined Meeting

I drive lazily in the early sunny afternoon, thinking about the photo of Monee sent to me by my agent. After thorough background check, I have selected Monee to be my live in housekeeper, at least that's all Monee knows, and unknown to her, I have a plan for her, one that will keep her in my grasp for all I want.

Right after Monee board the plane, the agent, under my order, visited her parents in law, and presented to them 3 million rupees, in return for them to sign a contract that legally sell her to me as my servant into my household, after they disowned Monee from their family then they take the 3 million rupee to a life of luxurious retirement.

In the English and Hindi written contract, it clearly stated that she is disowned from the family, and officially with the consent of her parents in law, she is to enter my household and become obedient to all my orders as if I am her new husband, and at the end of the contract are the signatures of her parents in law.

I grinned and thinking how Monee would feel when I finally show her the contract, slowly I drag myself out of the thought and concentrated on driving. After 40 minutes on the freeway, I arrived at the air port, parked my silver BMW in the lot, I walk into the busy lobby of the airport.

Dressed in a silk white blouse with black pants, my hair trimmed short but stylish, I wear an expensive gold silvery watch on my left wrist and a crocodile leather belt around my waist, in addition I wear a silver framed sunglasses as well.

After take a look at the electronic board and know that her flight landed 2 hours ago. I begin to search the lobby, with a photo of Monee in my hand. Finally, I find Monee sitting alone, dressed in sari and full Indian tradition attire and jewelries. I licked my lips, walking over to her.

I looked down at her, and said softly, "excuse me, is your name Monee"

Startled, Monee look up, and in her heavily accented English Monee stammered, "Yes sir, I am Monee."

I smiled, "Well Monee, I am Steve, the one who hired you for the job as my live in house keeper; it is good to meet you." I extended my hand to shake hers. When Monee hear that I am Mr. Steve, her employer, Monee gasped, for I look indeed very young compared to her.

She hastily stand up, and nervously shake my hand, "Good to meet you sir, I will keep good house for you."

I smiled, sensing that Monee are exactly the kind of woman I wanted. I said softly to Monee that we should get going and get Monee familiar with my house. Monee followed me to the lot and awed that I drive a BMW, the car that she only dreamed and heard of, but never think in her lifetime she will be sitting in one.

I ushered her in and drive toward my house. While I drive, I asked her many questions and she stammered to answer them in her broken English. Finally I pulled over on my drive way and Monee looked at my 2 stories house with admiration, I am so young and yet my wealth surpass the whole village combine where she came from. I lead her into the house, and she looked around, in awe and envy.

The house is brightly lit by many windows, the tapestry and silk curtains delicate. The floor is covered with creamy white soft carpets that when Monee steps onto it, it will sink to the back of her feet. Soft sofas and antique wooden tables decorated the living room and family room.

The kitchen is beautiful, and fully equipped with microwave, stove, fridge, oven and many other appliances that Monee only dreamed of having but is now becoming a reality that she will use them everyday to prepare my meals.

I lead her up the wooden stairways, there are 3 rooms on the second floor, I lead Monee to the last one down the hall, open it and said, "This is the room prepared for you, and you better get settled in, you must be exhausted after the long flight."

Monee gasped loudly, her room is as big as the small hut she used to live in, 2 windows looking into the backyard garden. A big bed sits against the wall, and on it silken smooth white blankets with soft pillows of the same color. Two small bedside drawers stand next to the bed, an antique alarm clock and a small lamp sit on one of the drawers.

Opposite to the bed, she has a small TV stand, on it sits a TV and on top of the TV sits a small VCR, and her eyes were wide with surprise. There is small but fully equipped bathroom for her private use. A table and chair sits next to one of the windows and looking out to the garden as well, a lamp sits on the table as well. The walls are painted with soft violet, making it look delicate and royal like a palace.

Monee turned nervously to me, "Is this really all for me sir" Monee asked, uncertainly, this surpass all she has ever dreamed of.

I smiled, "Yes, this room is for your use, you should get settled in, after you have showered and refreshed, I will tell you of your duties to me in this house."

Exhausted with the long flight, Monee thanked me for my great generosity and kindness. I walk out the room and close the door, going back to my room and turn on the secret monitoring cameras that I placed through out every room in the house.

I turn on the main monitor and at once it showed her room. I grinned, watching the monitor, seeing Monee turns on the TV, and watch it a bit. Then she begin to take off her sari, revealing to me her huge soft tits, tipped with large swollen dark nipples, slowly as Monee gets naked, I get a good view of her hairy cunt. Her crotch is covered with a thick jungle of curly pubic hair, and the shape of her very fat labia can be seen even through the dense forest of her pussy hair.

I swallowed as I feel my cock harden.

I licked my lips as Monee go into the bathroom, and hear her moan as she feels the hot water splashing against her body while she showered. I grinned to myself, soon Monee, soon you will be mine, all mine.

Holding the contract in my hand, I laughed as I watch Monee showers happily, her huge tits jiggled and her fat hairy cunt so inviting

Chapter 3: Monee and Her New Life

After Monee has taken a shower, she wiped herself dry with the clean towel. But when her hands rubbed on her hairy cunt, Monee moaned loudly, and she can feel her body heat up as her pussy flooding with arousal.

It has been long since Monee and her husband ever had sex. He was always working, and whenever he was home, he is either drunk or too tired to even get Monee undressed. Monee signed, and walk out the bathroom, naked as she sits on her soft bed; she lets out a moan as her naked skin touch the soft satin blanket, she relaxed and begin to rub her hairy cunt and clit hard.

Her thick cunt hair like a jungle grows so thick from half way to her navel and all the way down to her pussy.

Monee begins to moan as her fingers skillfully rubbed and probed her pussy, her other hand squeezed her tits hard as she tries to bring herself to cum. But as Monee close her eyes, enjoying masturbating, she can not stop thinking about her new employer, Mr. Steve.

Monee wondered how it would feel to have my cock up her tight virgin like cunt, childless, and with years of non use had made her cunt tight again like a virgin girl. "Oooooooh" Monee moaned loudly and never in her wildest dreams that I am watching her right now on camera.

I grinned, and my huge cock hard like steel as I stroked myself as I watched Monee relieve herself with her fingers.

Her face flushed as she cried out unconsciously my name, "oooooooooooooooh Mr. Steve take meeeeeeeeeeeeee" and cum very hard, wetting the blanket on the bed.

She collapsed against the pillow, and blushed hard, cursing herself on how can she thinks of such things when she is a widow and should mourn for her dead husband and keep chaste in his honor.

In my own study room, I cum hard as Monee did, and I grinned, wiping myself clean with a towel, and watch what Monee will do now. Monee cleaned up the mess on the bed and dried the blanket with a hairdryer, and she felt grateful that I provided her with such luxury so that she will not feel so embarrassed as to have to ask to change her blanket just hours after she arrives.

Monee opened her small cloth bag, and take out another set of cotton sari and blouse. Her only petticoat needs cleaning and Monee blushed hard and debating whether or not she should wear the sari without petticoat around a young man like me. Monee takes a look at the old yellowish petticoat she took off before her shower, and dismayed that it's now heavy with the scent of her sweat, pee and cunt juice.

She decided that she will have to go without the petticoat and just have to be careful. Slowly Monee dresses herself in the clean red sari, the only one she has beside the one she just take off, and then she wear a yellow blouse that is quite apparently too small for her huge tits, which make her chest look very noticeable as she walks around.

By this time I have stripped myself naked, my huge cock soft between my legs like a big sausage or a snake. I open the door to my room slightly and lay on my bed, pretending to be asleep. The sound of her step can be heard on the hallway as Monee looks around the house.

She looked everywhere and feels herself lucky to be able to live in here with me, even though she is just a lowly servant who I hired. Monee first begin to familiarize herself with the kitchen appliance, and the washer and dryers as well. It took her a long time to read the manuals but finally she can grasp the basic skill to use them.

After that she walks all over the house, looking into each room and felt overwhelmed by the luxurious decorations that I have for my house, and she thought that for a young man of 24 yrs of age, I certainly am doing a lot better than her family.

Her fingers trailed the delicate embroidery drapery that hangs down from the walls, and the silken curtain that keep out much of the sun but yet keep the house well lit and comfortable.

The family room is of a different design, there are no couch, sofa or chairs, the floor in the room covered with thick carpet, very soft, and there are a mountain of cushions that can be adjusted to my likings, it is indeed very homey and sweet, Monee finds she relaxing a great deal in this room and to her great surprise, I have an Indian music instrument on display.

The delicate instrument is displayed in one corner of the room right next to the big plasma TV set and opposite to where she stands.

A sitar. Monee gasped, though she has studied this instrument and achieved the highest level of skill possible but her family could not afford to buy one. Her fingers trails on the delicate making of the sitar and can not stop but admiring the beauty of it.

Reluctantly, Monee decided to take a look outdoor, she finds a beautiful garden; she walks out into the back yard, walking bare foot on the thick green lawn.

She inhaled deeply of the roses, camellia, tulip, lilac, and various other flowers planted in the garden. A maple tree sits on the east side of the walled garden, standing tall with its branches spreading wide and leaves the color of green with a slight shade of reddish orange.

On the back side of the house, the side that is facing the garden, it is covered with wisteria, and vines that blossoms many beautiful flowers. Her heart feels light and happy, and she stayed outside for a long time.

When the sun begins to set slowly she gets back into the house, Monee remembered that she needs to ask me on my preference of food, for so far her skill in cooking has been limited to south Indian cuisine and she is quite unsure on how I like those dishes that she is very familiar with.

Slowly she walked upstairs, and knocked slightly on my door, the door opened and she can see that I am sleeping naked, on my bed, without covering myself with a blanket.

Her thought struggled whether she should enter my room while I sleep, but then she smiled motherly and think that I am such a big boy for kicking the blanket around while I sleep.

Quietly Monee walks into my room, decided that she will care for me like a sister or even a mother would, she will take good care of me because I treated her quite well.

Just when she reaches out for the blanket on the bed, I turned in my sleep and showing her my huge cock, now hard in my sleep.

She gasped, in absolute awe, it is so huge Monee said to herself, but at the same time she can feel her cunt flooded with excitement, and that undeniable itch is eating her mind away with lust. Monee swallowed hard, and looking at my huge shaft standing proudly between my muscular legs.

Slowly Monee sank to her knees, unable to control herself, her hands reach out and hold onto my huge cock, and she moaned, feeling the heat radiating from my cock to her hands.

Monee bits her lips, looking at me as I remain sleeping soundly, and there is even a small stream of salvia drooling from the corner of my mouth. Then Monee began to stroke my cock with her hands, she strokes me slowly, and carefully, her face and body flushed at the lewd behavior she is committing right now.

Her mind is telling her that she should move away, and keep her thought and body chaste, but her body screamed to be fucked, raped and used hard by my incredible cock. Monee swallowed again and begin to stroke me faster, hoping that I would not wake up in the middle of this.

From the moment Monee place her hands on my cock I am awaken, but choose to keep quiet and see what she will do. I almost moaned as she strokes my cock with her gentle hands. I can feel her hands insistently stroke my angry hard cock, and I pretend to sleep soundly.

Then I begin to feel my big balls tighten, and with every moment Monee strokes me, I am closer to cum on her hands. Her breath is short and shallow now, as Monee feels her pussy leaking thick juices and wetting her sari, but she is beyond care now as she strokes my huge cock harder, and faster.

Monee can feel that itch in her, dying to be fucked, but she is yet too shy and afraid, afraid of what I might think of her. And as Monee looked on at my young face, there is also a part of her that wants to stroke my face affectionately and watch me sleep like a mother or elder sister in the family.

Monee blushed at such thought and nervously she kissed my cock as she strokes it, and then licking the head of my huge cock as she strokes me faster and faster.

My cock stirred and swollen now, and as she keeps on stroking, and kissing, jet after jet of my thick hot cum landed on her face and hands, and Monee keeps on stroking and milking out every drop, she looked at her messy hands and smiled.

I opened my eyes slightly and caught her hungrily licking and scoop up my hot cum and eagerly eat it. But after Monee did that, she suddenly sank on the floor completely and sobbed, cursing herself on such act of lewdness and for the shameless lust that her body housed within.

Slowly she rises to her feet, cover my naked body with a satin blanket after she cleaned me up affectionately like a mother.

Monee staggered out of my room and going back to hers before she sits on her bed and cried, sobbing on her shameless act of lewdness.

She kept on telling herself that it is not right, I am so young, and she should be chaste, but the sight of my incredible cock filled her mind and the taste and scent of my hot lace filled her nostrils.

Then she hears sounds in my room, and she peeks out, seeing me awakened, and getting dressed in a short and t shirt, then calling out to her, "Monee, where are you."

Monee jumps off her bed, and answered, "Yes Mr. Steve, I am" just then she realized that the crotch of her sari is so damp and the musky scent of her cunt juice can be noticed very easily without any effort at all.

She almost cried out, for definitely she can not let me find her like this, what will I think of her. But I called out to her again and letting her know that she needs to prepare dinner, for the dinner should be ready to be served by 7:00 pm and it is now 6:10pm.

She hurried out, embarrassed that I should find her in this state, but determined that she needs to give me her best service and make me feel warm and comfortable. Yes, this is her new life now as she realized that she is here to serve me and make me feel well for have hired her and save her family from starvation.