Shalu's world had suddenly fallen apart the day her parents died.

The shy, sixteen-year-old school girl had been expecting to go to college but as the state of her father's finances became clear, one thing was clear. She was destitute. There would be no college for her, not now and not ever.

Two years later found the young Indian woman working as a maid for an American family. The man was a businessman of some sort, although Shalu didn't know what, and his wife shopped, and then there were the two young children to take care of.

As was her way, the shy and unassuming young woman was very quiet, so quiet in fact that she sometimes almost appeared to not be there at all. But the young girl was efficient, too. There was no doubt that she was a hard worker and there was no doubt that she kept the house in very good order.

Shalu was looking forward to a night off. The mother had taken the children to visit with friends and wouldn't be back until the next afternoon and the man of the house really required very little effort at all. In fact, a fire blazed away in the fireplace as he sat there with his newspaper and a glass of whiskey, and that was where Shalu expected him to stay. All that was needed was one final check with the master of the house and then the night would be her own.

"Is there anything more I can do for you, this evening," she asked timidly.

The man looked up as he took another drink of whiskey. "Ah, Shalu," the man said, "there you are. I was just thinking about you."

"Me, sir?" the girl asked.

"Yes, indeed. Would you come here, please?"

Shalu fretted just a little bit as she approached the man. This was out of the ordinary and Shalu did not like things that were out of the ordinary.

"Would you turn around for me?" the man asked, and again, Shalu complied with the request. This was very out of the ordinary.

The man seemed to be tugging at the short skirt of her maid's uniform and then Shalu realized what he was doing. He was bringing the bottom of the skirt up and folding it in under the waist of the skirt, leaving her panties very much exposed. The panties didn't stay exposed for long because moments later, the man was sliding them down Shalu's legs and then they were lying at her feet.

Shalu felt the man grab first one and then the other of her bare cheeks with his hand. He would stroke it a bit and then he would give her cheek a hard squeeze before then moving on to the other.

"You have a very nice ass," the man told her, "so nice and tight and compact. I like that."

Shalu really wasn't sure how to respond to something like that.

Apparently, the man didn't need a response from her. He just kept squeezing Shalu's little, round butt and telling her just how nice her ass was.

"Have you ever had sex, Shalu?" the man asked.

"No, never," the girl responded.

"Excellent," the man replied as he continued to fondle the girl's bottom, and Shalu couldn't for the life of her figure out what was excellent about her not having sex before, but she wasn't sure she liked the way this was going.

"Shalu, would you kneel down in front of me?"

"Yes, sir," she told the man.

"Get in as close as you can," the man told her and that was when Shalu realised that he wanted her to move in between his open legs.

"Open my belt," the man told her and Shalu looked up at him in surprise. "Open my belt," the man repeated, and then to Shalu's surprise, she realized she was actually doing it.

The man took another sip of whiskey. "Open my slacks and unzip them," he told the kneeling girl.

Shalu stared helplessly at the man's crotch. She'd come this far, she thought so she couldn't very well stop now, but she was afraid of what would come next. She looked at the man's slacks and then her hands were moving, and she was opening the button at the top and she was sliding down the zipper.

The man took another sip of whiskey. "Slide your hand inside my underwear and pull out my cock," the man told her.

Shalu had never heard the word 'cock' before but she had a pretty good idea what that was even as she slid her hand inside the man's pants. Her searching hand found the flap in the front of the man's briefs and then she was sliding her hand inside, and there it was, like a big, sleeping monster, just waiting for her to disturb it.

The man groaned as Shalu wrapped her little hand around his cock and then he moaned again as the young maid gave his cock a tug. "Take it easy there," he told her.

Shalu kept pulling on the man's cock until finally, she pulled it out of the man's pants and then she was looking up at the man.

The man took another swig of whiskey. "All right then," he told the young woman, "stick that in your mouth and suck on it."

He couldn't be serious, Shalu thought. That thing was huge and her mouth was so small, but one look at the man was all she needed to see. He was very, very serious. She took one last look at that cock, and then she took a deep breath, even as she shoved her mouth as far down as it would go on that rock hard shaft.

The man gasped as the girl took him and then he gasped again as she started to suck on that cock still buried deep inside her mouth. "Move your mouth up and down on that cock as you suck," he told her.

The girl didn't say anything. She just started to move her mouth up and down on the man's cock.

The man groaned to himself. Damn, he thought, that little girl has one tight, little mouth, and hell, she may be a novice, but she still was one hell of a cock sucker. He took another swig of whiskey as the girl continued to suck his cock. He wondered if her pussy was just as tight as her mouth and he smiled to himself. One way or the other, he was going to find out before the night was through.

Shalu was surprised at two things as she sucked away on her employer's cock. The first of these was just how easily she had allowed herself to be made to do this, and the second was just how much she enjoyed what she was doing. She loved to make her employer moan and she wanted to do it even more.

The man was starting to moan even louder. Damn, he thought, that little girl was going to do it. She was going to make him cum and he wanted her to do it. He wanted her to make him cum. He wanted to shoot his cum in her little, sucking mouth.

"I'm going to cum," Shalu's employer told her, "and when I do, I wnat you to swallow it. You got that? I want you to swallow my cum."

Shalu really had no idea what the man was talking about. Part of her wanted to ask but part of her wanted to keep sucking on that cock. The point really was moot anyway because even as she was trying to decide what to do, she heard the man groan and then she felt the man's cock swell in her mouth, and then moments later, something warm and wet was surging into her mouth.