When you're relocated to an exotic place for work, it's important to learn about the local culture before doing anything. Otherwise, it's very easy to make a mistake! That happened to my wife shortly after we moved to Burma.
I remember that since María visited the house where we would be living for the next five years, she warned me that she wouldn't take care of the cleaning.
If you want us to live here, I'll need help.
Since they paid me in euros and salaries in those lands were ridiculously low, I saw no inconvenience and gave her permission to solve this problem as she considered best, since she was going to have to deal with the service anyway.
Not being an immediate issue due to delays in construction, María took advantage of our living in a hotel for the first two months to get to know the city a bit. It was during one of her walks around Yangon that she met an old woman who, being a native of that country, spoke a little English. María saw her as her salvation and half-hired her as an assistant for everything. In this way, with MAung's help, she bought the missing furniture, got to know the best shops in the city, and even introduced me to a couple of Westerners we could go have coffee with. Convinced that she had found a gem when it was time to move in, she also presented her problem with the service.
I'll get them.
Women from my village, sweet, beautiful, young, and obedient. Do you like it?
My wife, who is part of the clenched fist fraternity, asked:
And how much will it cost me per month?
It's not a month, you'll pay 800 American dollars for each one, and then only food and housing.
Believing that money was the commission the old woman would earn for getting her some maids and that these were from such humble origins they'd be satisfied with maintenance, she made calculations and understood that if they lasted four months, she would have covered the expense more than enough. So and because of the trust she had in the woman, she accepted without hesitation. clearly the consequences. ―I'm moving out in two weeks, do you think I'll be able to have them by then? ―Of course, MAung woman would be. Two weeks, women at home....
Chapter 1. Aung and Mayi arrive home.
The old woman, believing that my wife's complaint was because they considered her older, answered: Twenty-one and eighteen. But virgins, do you want to verify?
Such a foolishness annoyed María, thinking that in that culture, a virgin servant girl was a sign of status, so she replied that it wasn't necessary. After which, she directly put them to clean up the remains of the work. After three hours of hard work for the poor girls, they didn't even take a break, my wife looked at her watch and saw it was time to eat. Since she hadn't prepared anything, she took the orientals to a nearby restaurant.
The girls who didn't understand anything followed silently but when they saw entering a restaurant, they started looking at each other completely bewildered. My wife believed that their confusion was due to the fact that although it was a popular place, being from a village in the middle of the mountains, they had never been in such a luxurious place before. When she tried to get them to sit next to her, their faces of terror were so great that she had to call the head who spoke English to serve as a translator. After explaining the situation, the Burmese began chatting with her compatriots. Since the two girls were from such a remote area, their dialect was barely understood by the woman and after translating it, she said: Ma'am, these two girls refuse to sit down and eat with you. According to them, they would be disrespecting their owner's wife. They prefer to remain standing and eat when you're done. Not knowing the culture, she didn't attach importance to how they had referred to her and fearing offending some of her customs, she began eating. The two orientals calmed down but Assuming they were the maids, they refused to have the local employees attend to their lady and so every time she was lacking water in her glass, they would refill it for her. And when they brought the next plates, they took them away from her hands and they were the ones who put them on the table.
María, who was initially uncomfortable, upon noticing the affection with which both girls treated her, accepted that splendid treatment with good grace and convinced herself that she had made a good decision in hiring them. Having finished, she asked them to prepare some plates of food for them and then left the local while Aung and Mayi followed her carrying the bags.
Already at home and wanting to take a break, she left them eating in the kitchen while she went to get a coffee with the two British women she had met. As on other afternoons, they met up with those friends at a famous café near the American embassy, known for its gin-tonics.
The heat that day in Yangoon, combined with the pleasant conversation, made my wife drink too much without realizing it, and by the time dinner was due, she had to ask for a taxi to go to the chalet. When she got out of the vehicle, she found Aung, the older of the two girls, waiting for her and seeing how she was, helped her get to bed.
Drunk until she said stop, it amused her that the two little ones were competing to see who would undress her but even more their complicit glances when they checked the size of her breasts. Since Asians are generally flat-chested, they were amazed by the exaggerated volume of hers and couldn't take their eyes off my wife as they involuntarily compared them with theirs.
―They're not that big!― she protested, laughing to death, and starting an innocent game whose consequences she never foresaw, she took them in her hands and said: ―Touch, they're natural!
How they didn't understand her words, it was their gestures that misinterpreted them and thinking that my wife was ordering them to the suckers, some of them cut short looked at her trying to confirm that that was what their boss wanted. ―Touch them, they don't bite!― insisted when he saw the indecision of the two girls. Mayi, the younger and more brunette of the two, took a step forward obeying and taking one of the two breasts offered between her hands, bringing it to her mouth and started to suck. Totally paralyzed by surprise, my wife was staring at them while her companion grasping the other, imitated her. María took a few seconds to react because in her inner self, feeling those two tongues tracing her nipples didn't seem unpleasant but thinking that her yummy servants were only obeying, she felt dirty and separating them from her breasts, sent them to sleep. The Burmese took time to understand that my wife was kicking them out of the room and believing they had failed, with tears in their eyes disappeared through the door while on the bed María tried to assimilate what had happened. The pain reflected on their faces was so great that she knew she had somehow defrauded them. «In Burma, the figure of the patron must be similar to a feudal lord», muttered between her teeth remembering that they had the right to satisfy my needs sexually: «They thought I was ordering them to satisfy my sexual needs and instead of being indignant, they saw it as something natural». The certainty that cultural differences did not diminish the heat she felt when knowing she could do with them what she pleased. Although she had never considered herself bisexual and her only contact with a woman had been some innocent kisses with a college friend, María got excited thinking about the power she would have over those two girls and lowering her hand to her crotch, started to masturbate dreaming that when she returned from the trip, I would surprise me with a night full of pleasure...
―Good morning― she said before Mayi forced her to get up from the bed, saying something she couldn't understand.
The girl's joy dissolved her reticences and without complaining, she followed them to the bathroom. Once there, the older Aung undressed her by removing her camisole, leaving her completely naked on the tiles and calling the other Oriental woman between the two, who helped her get into the bathtub.
―What a delight!― she thought as she felt the tempered foam on her skin and closed her eyes, believing she was in paradise.
She was still getting used to the idea that from that day on, her maids would have the bathroom prepared for when she woke up when she noticed one of the little girls had picked up a sponge and started lathering it.
―I love being pampered!― exclaimed mentally satisfied as Maya's hands with soap traversed her breasts.
Although the two girls didn't seem to have any other intention than bathing her, María couldn't help but moan when she felt four hands on her anatomy.
―I'm getting horny,‖ she meditated and already with her pussy wet, involuntarily parted her legs when she noticed Aung approaching the sponge to her crotch.
The Burmese woman interpreted that her boss was giving her permission and without thinking twice, used her small fingers to caress the smooth pussy of the Westerner.
With a sweetness that prevented my wife from complaining, she separated the folds of her sex and concentrated on the erect button they hid.
―God! I love it!― screamed when the other girl made herself known by bringing her mouth to one of her boss's enormous breasts.
The double stimulus at the what was being subjected to won over all resistance and, letting out a scream, demanded they continue with the lesbian caresses. Aung, perhaps more experienced than the younger one, increased the speed at which she tortured my wife's clitoris while Mayi alternated between breasts without stopping to suckle.
I'm going to come!, she thought, already discomposed and eager for her body to release the accumulated tension, did something she never thought she'd dare do: forgetting any remaining sanity, she introduced her hand under the older woman's dress in search of her sex.
No underwear and she's horny!, she discovered, enthused, when feeling herself wet as her fingers probed directly into the cave of the diminutive woman. Aung, far from trying to wriggle free from that caress, sought out the contact by moving her hips while introducing a couple of yolks into my wife's chocho.
Feeling in control of one wasn't enough and repeating the same maneuver under the skirt of the younger one, confirmed that the dark-skinned woman also had her coño soaked and with an unknown sensation until then, she came, letting out a moan without complaining as she felt the caresses. Even having achieved orgasm, this didn't prevent my wife from continuing to boil while, masturbating each hand on one of the Orientals, she wanted to check how far her surrender went and, through signs, ordered them to undress.
The first to understand what María was saying was the older woman, who with a special sparkle in her eyes got up without stopping to look at her boss, and took off her camisole.
My wife, recognizing me later on, couldn't hold back any longer when admiring the diminutive breasts of the Burmese woman and, without waiting for her to take off her skirt, demanded she come closer and, for the first time, opened her mouth to savor the taste of a woman's nipple.
The small areola of the girl reacted instantly to that wet caress by contracting. María al She searched for the other one and with an insane desire, she started sucking him while Aung finished undressing. As soon as she saw her in her underwear, she made her enter the bathtub and placing her between her legs, she enjoyed the view by contemplating the striptease of the second one. ―You're so good!― she exclaimed, even though she knew the kid could understand her, admiring the synchronization of their small and precious forms. Equipped with slightly larger breasts than the other oriental woman, Mayi was marvelous but if you added her wasp waist and big and dark ass to that, Mayi became simply irresistible. Azured by the feeling of power that came from knowing those two wouldn't deny her any whim, she called her over saying: ―You're ready to be eaten! The kid must have understood the flirt because instead of lying down next to María, she got into the hot tub and standing up, brought her sex close to my wife's face, offering it as a tribute. For a few moments my wife hesitated because she had never eaten out a pussy before but observing those lips so appetizing made her mouth water and pulling out her tongue, she started savoring the treat between that girl's legs. ―Damn, it's delicious!― she exclaimed, confused by realizing why her husband insisted on eating her out every other day. Aung who had remained still until then between his owner's legs saw an opportunity to start kissing my wife with a passion unknown to him. María was so concentrated on Mayi's sex that barely noticed the kisses from that other woman. You'll ask yourself why. The reason was that when she parted the girl's folds, she found herself unexpectedly face to face with an intact hymen. ―It can't be!― she thought and remembering the old woman's words, so leaving the kid unsatisfied, she demanded the older one show her her vulva. Raising up and separating her lips, she taught her the interior of her pussy. Just as she had been assured, Aung it was also a virgin! Then it was as if a weight had fallen on her, that discovery confirmed to her in some way that those two girls believed it was their duty to satisfy all and each of their desires, even if they didn't want to. Her conscience snuffed out the fire within her and she left the bathroom almost crying. 'I'm a pig! Poor kids!' she thought to herself as she put on a bathrobe. María had no doubt that a young woman who still had her hymen intact wouldn't behave like this without a good reason. So, even though the Burmese girls were watching her from inside the bathroom, she left the bathroom and headed for her room. The certainty that something strange was motivating this behavior was confirmed when, less than a minute later, those two princesses arrived, fell to their knees, and started kissing her feet while saying something like 'forgive us'. Admitting there was no reason for Anung and Mayi to feel they had failed her, she couldn't help but notice that it terrified them, which only strengthened her fears. She decided to go talk to the old woman who had gotten them. 'I have to make them see I'm not angry with them,' she thought, and giving her voice a soft tone and her gestures all the tenderness she could muster, she lifted them up from the floor and dried their tears. The girls' reaction of hugging her while thanking her in their language for forgiving them confirmed her decision to find out what was going on, so after dressing, she went to meet MAung.
Chapter 2. Maria discovers she hasn't hired them but bought them.
So when she arrived at the woman's residence, she accepted a tea before presenting her doubts. MAung understood that her visit was related to the two girls and before she explained what was going on, he directly asked:
What did you think of my countrywomen? Are they as obedient as I told you?
Too much! replied gratefully that he had brought up the topic: They never put a bad face no matter what I ask them.
Then the old woman smiled and answered:
I'm glad. For them it was a stroke of luck that someone like you bought them, since their normal destiny would have been to end up in a brothel.
María didn't absorb who had bought them and only stayed with normal destiny so she insisted on asking:
Why do you say that?
The woman took another sip of tea and responded:
Unfortunately, they were born into a house whose parents were so poor they could never have paid a dowry, so from childhood they were educated to become the concubines of some rich man, although it's common for them to end up in some slum in the capital.
And emphasizing her inevitable fate, she confessed:
I myself was one of those girls and at 15 I was sold to a pedophile but luck had me meet my late husband who bought me back. Since then I've been trying to rescue my countrywomen from that hell! That's why I'm looking for them a place in families like yours, where I know they'll be well treated.
Are you telling me I'm your 'owner'?
Yes, that's it. Aung and Mayi have had great fortune. I know serving you and Her husband, those two chicks will be happy. They themselves told me when I saw her that they had never seen a woman so beautiful and committed to making her life as pleasurable as possible for them. The tone with which she pronounced pleasurable, confirmed that in some way she sensed that her visit was due to the fact that those two had already started fulfilling that promise. María stayed so cut off that she could only lower her gaze and ask with a trembling voice: And my husband? What will he think when he finds out? He must know what they are! Think that as long as they haven't been deflowered by him, their parents could resell them to other masters! According to my wife, when she heard that the two little girls were still unsure if I didn't sleep with them, she finally convinced her that never forgive them ending up in a brothel and saying goodbye to the old woman, she promised that as soon as she arrived in Burma, she would put them in my bed. During the return trip home, it gave my wife time to assimilate the conversation and it was then when she fell upon her the responsibility of making those two chicks happy. As we didn't have children, she decided to adopt them in some way and make me also accept them. I am their owner, she muttered between her teeth, I must take care of their well-being. Without realizing it, she had accepted her role and so when entering the house, it seemed normal to Mayi that she received her on her knees and took off her shoes following the customs of that country. Already barefoot, she called Aung and led them to her room, opened her closet and looked for something to wear them. The Burmese didn't know what their mistress wanted but still during five minutes, they remained expectant trying to guess what she intended. Assuming they needed them to change when she finished choosing the clothes she wanted to try on them, the two of them started undressing them. The tenderness with which they unbuttoned her shirt did not prevent her from refusing and more excited than she would like to recognize, By signs, she asked the older one to take off the blouse she was wearing. Aung smiled and undressed herself, looking at her owner, then approached and offered her breasts saying:
Are yours, my mistress.
My wife's surprise was total when she heard her speaking in Spanish, so she didn't hesitate to ask if she knew her language. The oriental girl, dead of laughter, took a dictionary from the library and, searching for a word, answered:
Mayi and I want to learn.
Imitating the child, María searched for the translation in that book and said:
I and my husband will teach you.
Their faces radiated happiness as they sought my wife's lips, and the two girls began to kiss her laughing while practicing their first Spanish words.
Ama, let love.
Through gentle pushes, they threw my wife onto the bed. María, dead of laughter, let them do it and from under the sheets, watched them undress. Their precious bodies in the natural state made my wife's pussy wet, and already completely dominated by the urgency to possess them, she called them to her side saying:
Come sluts.
Both Mayi and Aung responded to their mistress' order, meowing like kittens and, already naked, came to her arms. Nothing more than getting onto the bed, they finished undressing her and with great tenderness took possession of her breasts with their lips. The caresses of those girls' tongues caused a first moan to come out of María's throat.
I love it! my wife sobbed, feeling two tongues tracing the edges of her nipples.
The orientals, upon seeing the result of their mimes, increased the pressure, accommodating their sexes against their mistress' legs. According to what my wife confessed to me, she went crazy from feeling the humidity of those cunts rubbing against her thighs and lowering her hands down the small bodies of the girls, took possession of their buttocks.
Mayi, noticing the woman's palm caressing her ass, sought her mouth and forcing her lips, kissed her while with her fingers separated the folds of her mistress. Unable to react, María collaborated with the chick by separating her knees. It was then that Aung saw his opportunity and sliding onto the sheets, brought his mouth to my wife's crotch.
This, feeling the double stimulation of the little one's nipples and the older one's tongue, believed she wouldn't delay in coming and wanting to return part of the pleasure she was receiving, took her own mouth to Mayi's small breasts and appropriating her nipple, began to suck with passion. The chick moaned as it felt the sweet torture of her mistress's teeth and dominated by lust, crawled along my wife's body until she managed to put her sex at the height of her mouth.
María, seeing the little one's intentions, smiled while saying: Does my slut want her mistress to eat her cock?
And not caring if she didn't understand, directly lifted her up and put her across her face.
While Aung was feeling his way around, introducing a pair of nipples into her mistress's narrow passageway, María began to lick the other woman's sex with an urgency that surprised even herself. The sweet flavor of that virginal chochito awakened her more lesbian side and recreating, sought the pleasure of the chick by nibbling on her already erect clitoris.
The sob that rose from the Oriental's throat revealed she was having success but reserving her hymen for me, so she abstained from putting any fingers inside that virginal sex and used her tongue instead. The little one, upon first experiencing her mistress's love, let out a scream and as if a faucet had opened in her crotch, a stream burst forth that María drank without pause.
The satisfaction she felt at noticing the girl was coming, heated her up even more and using her tongue like a spoon, absorbed Mayi's tempered flow while her entire small body trembled with an unusual violence. Just then, my wife felt Aung's fingers going further and were toqueteando her entrance rear. ―What are you doing?― she asked with goosebumps already since no one had ever dared to dig into that dark hole. The little brown girl thinking it was to her liking increased her harassment of her sphincter by inserting one of her yams into its interior. María although indignant, did not think it fair to punish the boldness of the young one but still called her to order giving a soft slap on her rear. Aung thought that somehow her mistress wanted to play with her and putting herself on all fours over the bed, she said in Spanish: ―I am yours. Seeing that child in such a state made my wife feel once again that she was her owner and wanting to exercise that power, she rushed at her. The girl did not expect that by placing herself behind her, María would bring her hands to her breasts and while making as if she were mounting her, twist her nipples with softness while whispering in her ear: ―I am longing to see how my husband will screw you. As if she had understood, the Burmese girl started rubbing her ass against the sex of my wife giving small moans. Upon hearing the desire denoted by the child, María understood that she could not wait for my arrival to use her property and wanting to possess a penis between her legs for the first time, used her hands to open her two buttocks. That simple gesture, besides allowing her to observe a pink and tight anus, caused Mayi to believe incorrectly that her mistress wanted to deflower it. So she got up from the bed and taking a wooden brush from the nightstand, passed it to her so she could use it. At first María did not know why she was giving it until, sticking out her tongue, the little brown girl smeared it with saliva and through gestures explained that it was for her to use on the anus of her companion. It was then that she understood that these two had maintained their virginity only by their front entrance but had given free rein to their sexuality by the rear. That discovery excited her greatly and overcoming her previous reluctance, she passed her yams through Aung's butt while he was shamelessly moaning, informed him that he wanted to use it. Seeing my wife's indecision, Mayi came to her aid and, positioning herself beside him, soaked one of his fingers in the child's pussy and, without waiting for consent, inserted it into his butt.
―Ummm― Aung groaned approvingly of this maneuver.
The naturalness with which he received his friend's yolk inside him confirmed to María that those girls had done it before, so she put Mayi in her place, ordering her to continue. The dark-haired one didn't hesitate and, well-lubricating her fingers on her friend's sex, used them to relax that object of desire while my wife watched.
¡Qué erótico!, Maria had to admit when she heard the continuous moans coming from Aung's throat as he experienced this caress in his bum and with his sex flooded, brought one of her hands to him and started masturbating without stopping to look at Mayí as she had two fingers inside the other girl's intestines.
Assuming Aung's anus was relaxed, the oriental took the brush and slowly inserted it. The child screamed with pleasure and that gave her friend the opportunity to insert it completely before the attentive gaze of her owner. The passion those two girls demonstrated defeated all my wife's reservations and, replacing Mayi, she seized that instrument and began inserting and withdrawing it quickly.
―Do you like it, really, slut?― asked, caught in a state of overwhelming excitement, without waiting for an answer, she gave him a slap to make him move. The girl moaned with pleasure while María continued pounding her butt mercilessly. Mayi, noticing that her mistress was excited, approached to caress her. It was so great the accumulation of sensations my wife was experiencing that when the other girl started caressing her clitoris, pulling her hair made her eat pussy.
As soon as she felt the child's tongue tracing her folds, she came out with a scream that lasted for a long time. Because her slave knowing it was her function continued to lick the sex of her mistress while she gave a good account of the ass of her friend. Joining one climax with another, María enjoyed the pleasure of taking and being taken until exhausted, she fell onto the sheets and as she recovered from so much pleasure, she wondered how she would make me let her stay with those two beauties so 'attentive'.
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