Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My mind was again and again hovering around Guru-ji’s manhood, as I had never seen such a thing in my life! It was not that I had not seen pron VCDs, which my husband used to bring, but the penises of the actors there were no match to Guru-ji. Even in the desi CD, which I watched in Shilpa’s bedroom, when the camera zoomed on the male actor’s genitals for some seconds, I noticed he possessed a mediocre sized penis like my husband. In its full form, which I saw as he was about to pin Shilpa, his bare lund was so stout, firm, and bursting, and the penis bulb was so broad – I could not obliterate that off my eyes! I was feeling so very hot and uncomfortable, as my panty was soaked with my juices and my globes very taut and firm within my blouse.

Noting that both Guru-ji and Shilpa had their eyes closed, though Shilpa was still moaning in her lying position, I quickly once scratched my pussy over my sari though I was simply feeling like fingering it. Then I lowered my sari pallu for a moment and adjusted my bra to breathe a bit easy. A thought had already started to bug my mind although I knew myself being a married woman, I should refrain from such taboo thoughts, but it kept hovering my mind. My want was simple – to have Guru-ji’s healthy lund at least once in my choot.

I rebuked myself for thinking in such derogatory lines and only thinking about my physical pleasure rather than the original motto of coming to the ashram of being treated for pregnancy. How could I be so dishonest to my husband Rajesh who loves me so much? Whatever I had undergone in the ashram recently I believe was part of the treatment. Yes, I agree during that process I behaved very shamelessly to undress in front of unknown male and I was touched, groped, and fondled by more than one male. But that was treatment afterall as per Guru-ji’s instructions, which I could not deviate from. One error I can accept is the affair with Uday crossing the limits of normalcy and beyond Guru-ji’s directives, as I was rather carried away by Uday’s physique and personality. I reorganized myself talking within me and tried to control my desire.

Guru-ji alighted from his lying position; he was still stark naked and even in the unexcited position I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana. I was looking at that intently and suddenly as I raised my eyes, they meet Guru-ji’s eyes and I immediately lowered my eyelids in shame. Didi Guru-ji caught my gazing at his bare manhood? He alighted from his position and showing his naked ass to me performed a ‘pranam’ to Linga Maharaj and the yagya fire. Shilpa was now trying to get up and I thought I should help her. She was lying naked on the white sari with ample stains of bright red blood. I do not have words to describe her condition. Guru-ji’s semen was still flowing out of her pussy and into her thighs. I took a white cloth and approached her.

Guru-ji: Shilpa Beti, now you are pure. “Dosha Khandan” is complete. I think you will not have the distractions you were having prior now that you know what the secret is.

Shilpa was not in a position to answer anything, as she could not yet have recovered from the fact that she has lost her virginity moments ago in the hands of Guru-ji! I wiped her body especially her boobs, lips, and her pelvic region. Guru-ji handed me a bowl of hot water and I cleansed her pussy area in a minute, which was covered with blood, Guru-ji’s semen, and her own juices. Then I washed her face, her swollen boobs, and thighs and I could realize she felt refreshed. As I cleaned her, I was getting the same mixed odour from Shilpa’s vagina that I get from my pussy after my husband completes fucking me on bed.

Guru-ji: Anita, first use this patch in her vagina and the pain will go and then give this pill.

Saying that Guru-ji handed me a tube, which was a gel to be applied in her vagina and a tablet for her to swallow. Shilpa recovered remarkably from Guru-ji’s medications in some minutes and I helped her to stand erect on the floor. Guru-ji was getting dressed and I quickly took a last peep at his banana before it was covered by his brief and saffron dhoti. I could not stop transmitting a breath of shyness. Shilpa probably was used to nakedness now. She was a 16-year-old girl with blooming assets, but was not much bothered about her completely bare body in our presence. But I was feeling very awkward, as Guru-ji and myself were fully dressed. I picked up her undergarments first to get her cover her private parts.

Shilpa: Aunty, please.

She seemed unwilling to wear her inner wear.

Me: But Shilpa, you must wear this. Other people will soon come here.

Saying that I pointed to her bra, but Shilpa nodded her head again. I could realize she was thoroughly exhausted.

Shilpa: Aunty, my whole body is aching. Ufff!

Me: But Shilpa, how can you go without a bra in front of others. What will you parents think?

Guru-ji: Beti, you aunty is speaking sense.

Shilpa had no other option but to agree to wear her bra. I put her white bra on her young jiggling boobs and then helped her wear the salwar kamiz. Guru-ji removed the blood stained white sari from the floor and everything looked so normal again!

Nothing much happened in Mr. Yadav’s house after that, though the landlord did not miss one last opportunity to take hold of me before I left his house. But before that episode, we all had the ‘prasad’ together, which Sanjeev had cooked. It was delicious. Mr. Yadav was drunk, but was not ‘out’. He thankfully did not misbehave. Mrs. Yadav visibly looked pretty happy and why not? The way she was involved in lovemaking with Sanjeev, I wonder when I was in the puja ghar during Shilpa’s fucking, what those two were doing!

I was having a difficult sleep throughout the night and was distracted time and again by the royal fucking that I saw before my eyes. Oh! What a size! I recapped again in my dream about Guru-ji’s erect penis and I was calling that in my dream with the name of “Lund Maharaj”! I got up early in the morning as Guru-ji had mentioned that we would move off from Mr. Yadav’s place early. I went to toilet and got refreshed. Near about that time there was a knock at the door and I heard Sanjeev’s voice. I opened the door slightly as I was wearing only my nightdress and no undergarments beneath.

Sanjeev: Madam, we are ready. You come down to the dining hall.

He went away and I got dressed and went downstairs. I could see Mrs. And Mr. Yadav along with Shilpa and Guru-ji there. All were present.

Mrs. Yadav: Good morning. Hope you had a nice sleep.

I nodded and took my cup of tea.

Guru-ji: Nandini, you were saying you wanted to place a Hanuman deity in the puja ghar. I think Sanjeev can guide you where to place it and which way to face it. Sanjeev, if you can please…

Sanjeev: Most certainly Guru-ji.

Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji. We will be back in 5 minutes then.

Guru-ji: Sure.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I saw Mrs. Yadav and Sanjeev left the dining hall and Mrs. Yadav looked more than happy to get this chance to be with Sanjeev one last time before he leaves. Everybody except Shilpa seemed to be looking at their departure path, which was underlined by Mrs., Yadav’s swaying hips under her tightly worn sari. Shilpa appeared to be unmindful, obviously still not out of her virginity loss episode and she must have hid that fact from her parents.

Guru-ji: Anita, you have not seen the small temple of their home-god, isn’t it?

I nodded negatively.

Guru-ji: It’s a wonderful small structure, worth seeing once. Kumar why don’t you show that to her by the time Sanjeev is back from upstairs?

Mr. Yadav: Surely Guru-ji. My pleasure. Come Anita.

I noticed Mr. Yadav suddenly had a big smile on his face and greeted me to follow him. Honestly at that moment the thought of Mr. Yadav’s dirty mind did not punch me at all. He walked slowly with his crutches and I followed him. We left the dining space and were out in the lawn and going to the back of their house. Now that Sanjeev and Mrs. Yadav were upstairs, Mr. Yadav and myself were going to the house-temple, I wondered what Guru-ji would say to Shilpa, as she is all alone now with him.

In no time, I realized that rather than thinking about Shilpa and Guru-ji, I should protect myself. The template was at the back of the house and I had to admit that it was a truly well crafted marble finished small structure with complex designs on the walls. Hardly did I finish appreciating the work in my mind that I felt a hand on my blouse-covered back as we were climbing the two to three steps into the mini temple. I looked at Mr. Yadav questionably.

Mr. Yadav: Just a little support Anita to climb the steps.

I had to allow that to this handicapped man, but he immediately started taking advantage of that. I could clearly realize he was feeling with his warm fingers my bare below-the-neck portion just above the blouse. I tried to redirect my mind off his touches and tried to concentrate on the temple carving. But as we entered the temple floor from the steps, I felt Mr. Yadav’s palm slowly creeping down my back over the thin fabric of my blouse tracing my right bra strap. I immediately turned at him and gave him a very firm look disapproving his moves. His hand stopped crawling right away and remained stationary over my back, but still over my bra strap.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, have a look at the roof now.

Me: Wow!

That was a spontaneous reaction from my mouth seeing the beautiful painting on the arched roof of this small room. As I looked up I realized his hand shifted down to the fold of my abdomen and rested there. Frankly I was feeling so uncomfortable now with a male hand touching the naked skin of my abdomen that I had to react verbally.

Me: What’s this? Stop this nonsense and…

Even before I could finish, I felt a full body weight on me and a very tight hug. It happened so unexpectedly that I could not even protect my boobs and they openly crushed and bumped in Mr. Yadav’s chest.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, my sexy darling.

Me: Ouch! You…

Mr. Yadav: Anita, I could not sleep yesterday the whole night thinking about you.

Me: Behave yourself. Aaaaaaaaaaaa! What are you doing?

I was struggling in Mr. Yadav’s arms and tried my best to move off his hands off my shoulder and waist. His face was so close to mine that his spectacles were touching my nose and his thick beard was giving me a tickling sensation, but his clutches seemed to be getting stronger by the moment and I vainly fought back within his arms. Mr. Yadav was very openly feeling my copious blouse covered mammaries on his flat chest and pressed me more and more towards him to enjoy the sensation of my firm heavy boobs on his upper body. He now stuck his lip out and was grazing my cheeks, lips, and nose as I tussled in his control. Suddenly I felt something poking in my abdomen and stinging me. I cried out.

Me: Ah! Take that out. Oh! It’s hurting me.

I soon realized Mr. Yadav’s wooden crutch was piercing my belly, as that rascal had to still hold to that for balance while hugging me. He adjusted a whisker so that the crutch did not poke into my belly anymore and kept his control on my body. We were in front of the deity within the mini temple and seeing no one was around, this disabled man utilized the opportunity to the fullest. Mr. Yadav shifted his position a bit to have my struggling hands under his complete control and was now embracing me in an extremely lewd manner. He was hugging me from the side, his right hand was holding me by my right arm and his left hand gripped my left arm and was now pressing onto my blouse. With his two legs, from the standing position, he pressed my left thigh and I was completely cramped. After a minute or two of struggling I realized very well that it was of no use; simply I did not have the physical strength to get rid of this animal.

Mr Yadav: Shhhhhhhhhhh! Anita, you are sooooooooooo sexy! Aaah!

If it was just an expression of his feeling, I would have still accepted that, but the old humbug simply released my struggling right arm and openly pinched and cupped by bulging left boob over my blouse and then to my utter disbelief kept on pressing it while kissing my cheek. He was trying to get to my lips, but I somehow prevented that.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mr. Yadav was gripping my left boob very firmly and his fingers hungrily feeling each inch of my young breast within my blouse. Instantly I got a very huge turn on as his thumb was directly pressing on my nipple under the cover of my bra. I almost sighed in ecstasy and momentarily closed my eyes in excitement. Mr. Yadav was an experienced player and he instantly realized my condition and quickly retraced his thumb over my tight blouse and the bastard started pressed exactly over my left nipple again and again.

Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stopppppppppppp. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.

I was too late to stop him now and he almost ransacked my left breast by even inserting his fingers within my blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa’s fucking scenes still hovering in my mind. But hardly did Mr. Yadav give me a chance to cooperate to his touches. He threw the crutches to the floor and dragged me to the wall, which was about a couple of feet, balancing completely on my body. I felt the cold wall on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now being pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his body weight. Though he was swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the room, he was intently feeling and touching me all over.

The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I could not gather enough strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my ass cheeks over my sari very hard with both hands and brushing his beard all over my face. Obviously his moves were not limited to squeezing and cupping only, he was pulling up my sari from all corners exposing my legs vividly. Naturally I was quite heated by this time and was feeling wetness within my panty due to this extensive groping. And the rascal made most of it by enabling me to allow him to kiss on my lips. As he started kissing he immediately shifted his right hand off my buttocks and placed that on my right boob and started tracing for my nipple. An electric shock went through my body as if as I got a triple action on my body; Mr. Yadav’s lips on my wet lips, his one hand squeezing my right buttock, and his other hand pressing my nipple.

I had my eyes closed and frankly I was enjoying his touches now. But suddenly there was the noise of footsteps.

“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”

Someone was coming towards the temple gumming that song. I saw Mr. Yadav also became alert at this new development.

Mr. Yadav: Shhhh. He is our gardener. But why is he coming to this side?

I quickly picked up the pallu and tried to adjust my sari, but Mr. Yadav had pulled my sari almost completely off my waist and my petticoat was clearly visible. Moreover a couple of hooks of my blouse got open due to this heated encounter, but I did not have time to fix that.

Me: Will he come here?

He immediately put his finger on my lips. We could still hear the song and it was not approaching, which meant the man was doing something standing outside.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, talk very softly. If he comes here and sees us in this situation I will be in big soup. This gardener is a pet of Nandini.

He almost whispered in my right ear.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, get my crutch quickly. If he sees that while passing, he would surely enter here.

Me: But how can I move like this. Can’t you see my sari is…

I spoke in a somewhat louder tone and immediately Mr. Yadav pinched my ass cheek over my petticoat and indicated to speak softly. I felt rather ashamed at such a procedure to indicate me something and would surely have slapped him otherwise, but my situation was such then that I had to digest that.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, try to understand. If he sees me here with you… You just get my crutch. Quickly.

I was still dillydallying with my sari and probably seeing that Mr. Yadav held my arms with one hand and unwrapped my sari completely off my body with his other hand. I stood there in front of him clad in my petticoat and blouse. My back was still touching the wall.

“Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua To Pyar Se Phir…”

We could hear a new tune and fortunately it was not approaching us. The gardener must be stationary now while singing.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, for heaven’s sake. Get that crutch.

I was a bit taken aback the way my sari was taken off by him, but understanding the graveness of the situation did not say anything. I made him stand holding the wall and went ahead to get his crutch. As I walked I quickly fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mine. It was definitely an odd feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my every movement. I picked up the crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quickly ran back to him and handed him the crutch. I immediately started wrapping my sari when I heard the song approaching us!

Mr. Yadav: Anita, not a word. He is coming this side.

He held the crutch in one hand and grabbed me with the other and immediately pulled me on him. My heavy jiggling boobs again bounced directly on his chest as my face almost bumped on his specs. My heart was beating faster now as I was also scared to be caught by someone in this very compromising state – being clad only in my blouse and petticoat, my sari on floor, and being hugged by a man.

Mr. Yadav: He is probably on the door.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He whispered in my ear and I almost buried my face in his broad chest in anxiety. There was silence then for some moments. The song started again.

“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”

And this time it was very close to us. Mr. Yadav hugged me very tight now probably out of nervousness. I also cooperated and did not struggle at all. But his movements made me very confused. He was clearly feeling my twin blouse-covered mangoes on his chest the way he was thrusting his chest on my firm round flesh. Mr. Yadav also started pushing his pelvis into my crotch. I could very clearly feel his lund over the clothes poking my lower abdomen or upper thighs. And with his free hands he was very slowly cupping my gaand over my thin petticoat fabric. How could a man behave like this if he was nervous of being caught?

I controlled my reaction and took my hands backwards to shrug off his palms off my gaand. As I tried to catch his hand, he slid his palm on my smooth buttock flesh and continued like that as if I was playing with him! The scoundrel! He had kept the crutch balancing on the wall just beside him and playfully moving his palms on my gaand and at the same time pressing me and making sure I stick to his body. As my hands were behind, my body bent more towards Mr. Yadav and I could jolly well realize he was thoroughly enjoying the full pressure of my firm boobs on his chest. I realized it was of no use trying to stop him that way, as he was playfully grazing my full ass cheeks as I struggled to catch hold of his hands.

Me: Will you behave yourself?

I reacted in a rather loud voice, but instantly made a face by projecting my tongue out partially that I had made a mistake by speaking aloud.

Mr. Yadav: Anita, my darling. He is gone!

Oh! That’s right! I could no longer hear the humming of the song anymore. The gardener must have been away.

Me: Ouch! Hey! Stop! Stoppppppppppp!

Before I could even get back my hands from my hips, that bastard simply pulled up my whole petticoat above my waist and grabbed my naked plump thighs with both hands. I got back my senses and instantly tried to refrain him from doing that, but by that time he had made my entire legs completely exposed. Before he could repeat the same act as he did in the bathroom, I tried to regain my confidence to fight him back because I knew very well that next he would surely try to pull down my panty.

Me: Listen, I will shout if you do not stop!

I was very firm in my voice this time. Mr. Yadav stopped for a moment; my petticoat still in his hand, lifted around my waist, and my white panty clearly visible under my raised petticoat. Unfortunately he did not take me seriously and tried to hug me again. But this time I did not show submissive attitude as I could well realize that this animal would not leave me without inserting his lund in my choot. I raised my hand to slap him and right at that moment –

“Kumar! Kumar!”

It’s Mrs. Yadav’s voice. Probably she was calling from a distance. And the change in Mr. Yadav was worth watching. He left me as if he was electrified, and snatched his crutches from the wall, straightened his clothes, and went towards the temple door. His face was almost pale and he visibly looked very nervous hearing his wife’s voice. I smiled within myself seeing his condition and realizing my sari-less condition was also not appreciable, quickly dbangd the sari round me and adjusted my blouse, etc. to look decent.

The rest of the time I spent in Mr. Yadav’s house is not worth describing and we got back to ashram by the car in another hour or so. In the car as we conversed I noticed Guru-ji behaved as if nothing happened yesterday night and was not exhibiting the minimum slice of shame that I saw him completely naked fucking that 16-year-old girl. Even Sanjeev, I caught him almost red-handed with Mrs. Yadav, but he was now behaving so casually! I was myself feeling a bit ashamed to even have eye contact with Guru-ji thinking of last night’s incident, but he seemed pretty oblivious!

Guru-ji: Anita, you have reached the climax of your treatment now. Take rest and mentally prepare yourself for the ultimate, the Maha-yagya. Come down to me after lunch and I will share you the details.

Me: Okay Guru-ji.

I went back to my room, had breakfast, took my medicines, took a long bath, and closed the door and rested on my bed. Lying on my bed I was trying to figure out what’s in store for me now, as Guru-ji said I have reached the ‘climax’ and Maha-yagya was the ultimate treatment for me. I did not know when my eyelids closed thinking on that line and woke up at the knock on the door. It was Nirmal. He had come with my lunch. I felt so very dejected, as I was having a pleasant dream. My husband and I were out for a vacation at a nice unknown place and we were throwing snow at each other and while doing that I fell and he quickly held me and then was kissing me. Right at that moment this dwarf knocked in!

I was in fact feeling rather drowsy and asked him to keep my lunch on the table, as I intended to take it later. I noticed Nirmal was looking at me, specifically not at my eyes, probably due to his short height, but in no time I realized why he was staring at me. I was rather careless about my dress code, as I opened him the door, and his attention was focussed on my nipple impressions on my nighty. I was wearing no undergarments at that time and sensing that I virtually instructed him to move off, as I wanted to take rest for some more time. With an unhappy face he left my room. I closed the door and went to the toilet to check myself in the mirror.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Oh! My God!

Both my nipples were swollen to their full size and their impressions were clearly perceptible through the fabric of my nighty. I blushed seeing myself like that and understood that the reason for Nirmal’s staring and unhappy face. I pulled my nighty over my breasts a little so as to conceal my nipples impressions, but as soon as the fabric touched my globes, my erect nipples again showed up and definitely I looked quite sexy and alluring like that. It must have been the effect of the dream. As I got out of the toilet, I was smiling within me thinking about my husband’s hug and the time I spent with him in my dream. I went back to bed and grabbed the pillow between my thighs and closed my eyes and tried to recap the dream. Alas! I could not reconstruct it properly and after some time got up dejected and had my lunch.

Wearing a fresh set of sari, blouse, and petticoat with a fresh pair of undergarment, I was almost ready to meet Guru-ji in his room when there was a knock again. I opened the door and Nirmal again stepped.

Nirmal: Guru-ji is calling if you are over with your lunch.

Me: Yes…

He did not allow me to complete.

Nirmal: Oh! You are already! Madam, Sanjeev asked if there is anything to give for washing.

Me: Yes, but…

I checked myself, as I knew I had my yesterday’s dress to be given for a wash, but honestly I did not want to hand it over to this dwarf because not only my yesterday’s sari would go for a wash, but also my blouse, bra, and panty.

Nirmal: But what Madam?

He inquired innocently. The nitwit. I quickly thought of telling him a lie to avoid handing him over my dress.

Me: Oho! Actually in the morning I handed them already to Sanjeev.

Nirmal: But Madam, I checked the boiling herbal water and there was only Meenakshi’s few clothes, no other female-wear.

I was in a fix now, what to reply?

Nirmal: Today actually Sanjeev has taken off and I am doing his duties.

I could very well understand that my lie was caught by Nirmal and hence I had to try an alibi.

Me: Oh! No. I mistook with yesterday. You are right. I did not hand over my laundry today.

Nirmal smiled and I also artificially smiled back.

Nirmal: Madam, if you tell where they are, I can pick it up. You don’t have to then touch yesterday’s items again.

I did not know what to say and agreed to him, as there was no logical way out now.

Me: Okay thanks. They are in the toilet, right corner.

Nirmal smiled again and went to my toilet. I followed him though there was no need to do that. The dress I wore yesterday to Mr. Yadav’s house was lying in a heap at the toilet corner. I was feeling so clumsy in that situation. Thankfully I was standing at his back. Nirmal readily started picking up my bunched sari from the floor along with the petticoat. He kept my sari on his right shoulder and my petticoat on his left. I was watching him from the toilet door. I was feeling so awkward and released a sigh, as now even a blind man could see my white brassiere and panty resting on the toilet floor in an entangled form along with my blouse. Nirmal bent down and picked up the whole lot and turned towards me. I was not prepared for that and was so, so irritated by his teeth coming out seeing my inner wears. He faced me and was trying to take out my bra from its jumbled position with the blouse.

The crook! He had to do all that before me!

I could see my bra strap somehow got tangled with a blouse hook and not realizing that he was trying to pull my bra off. I had to step in.

Me: Hey, what are you doing? This way you will break the hook.

Nirmal looked amusingly at me though I was least amazed. He probably realized the problem and then took out my bra strap off the blouse hook and said something, which irritated me from my nose to toes.

Nirmal: Madam, actually I did not realize that your bra was struck in your blouse hook. You cautioned me timely Madam, otherwise I would have unknowingly torn your blouse hook.

Saying that he held my bra in one hand and my blouse in the other as if showing me that he had safely separated them from the tangle. Nirmal made things even worse for me because while he was separating my bra from my blouse, the panty slipped from his left hand to the toilet floor.

Nirmal: Oh! Sorry Madam.

Out of reflex action I bent to pick that up and I was feeling so very clumsy handing him over my rolled up panty. Before coming to this ashram, hardly had I came across such a situation where I have to hand over my undergarment to a male. In my residence I always wash my own undergarments, which was one good habit grown in me by my mom from my teenage years. So the question of handing over my inner wears to the dhobi never arose. Even I never ask my husband to hand me over my undergarments from the wardrobe or even after sex on bed I make sure that my used bra or panty are in the toilet first thing in the morning so that my husband do not get a chance to inspect them. On the first day in the ashram I remember I had to hand over my washed undergarments to Sanjeev for a herbal wash. That was still acceptable, but this dwarf’s behavior was irritating me to the limit.

Nirmal now looked at my panty closely. Actually it had rolled up like a twisted thick rope, which happens majority of the time not only for me, but also for other females. And as it was due for a wash, I did not care to straighten it after I had open it in the morning after coming back from Mr. Yadav’s place. Never in my wildest dream did I think that Nirmal would pose things so awkward for me.

Nirmal: Oh! Madam. It’s all rolled up.

I had nothing to say to this deliberate indicative remark and simply lowered my eyelids and was biting my lips with my teeth in shame.

Nirmal: Let me straighten it, otherwise it wont get properly cleaned. Madam, can you hold these for a moment?

I was simply dumbfounded and speechless. A man was asking me to hold my bra and blouse while he intends to straighten my panty! I just involuntarily put forward my right arm and held my blouse and bra. Nirmal now with both hands was getting my rolled up panty to its proper shape. Seeing that I felt like dying.

After some more embarassesing moments, Nirmal completed his noble task of straightening my used panty and was at last out of the toilet.

Nirmal: You can go to Guru-ji now Madam. He has completed his lunch.

He departed the place with an equally irritating smile holding my undergarments in his hands. I also followed him closing the door of my room to Guru-ji’s room.

Me: May I come in Guru-ji?

Guru-ji was sitting on a couch and Sanjeev was also there in the room.

Guru-ji: Come in Anita. I was actually waiting for you.

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I came in and sat on the carpet where Sanjeev was also sitting. He was entering some figures in a notebook from some chits. I performed a pranam to Guru-ji and he gave me the usual ashirvad saying “Jai Linga Maharaj”.

Guru-ji: Anita, since I have to attend a devotee meeting after some time, I will go to the subject right away. I do not have much time now. As I told you Maha-yagya is the last step to attain salvation from your problem of not getting pregnant. It is a tough process and you will be challenged from all angles to complete it. Only you devotion can take you through. You should only aim at the gifted fruit, which you will bear in your womb after Maha-yagya.

I was almost mesmerized by his talks. Guru-ji’s loud, reverberating voice was making me confident too. I nodded.

Guru-ji: The Maha-yagya path is difficult for any woman to undergo, but eyeing the sweet reward at the end, you should prepare yourself. There are a few steps in Maha-yagya and as you pass each phase, you are nearer to your goal. It’s an acid test for your mind, body, and patience. If you have faith in me and in Linga Maharaj, you will surely attain your destination.

Me: I will surely do that Guru-ji. At any cost, I want to…

My voice chocked in as the pain of being childless suddenly was engulfing me.

Guru-ji: I can understand your pain Anita. You have successfully come so far and with Linga Maharaj’s blessings you will surely complete Maha-yagya successfully.

Guru-ji was silent for a moment.

Guru-ji: I know it is very difficult for a married woman like you to accept other males touching your body, but my treatment process is such that you have to accept it. Child bearing is related to sexual organs, isn’t it Anita? So how can I bypass them during the treatment? If I do not get a measure of your discharge, if I do not know if your vaginal passage has any blocks or not, how can I assess the next steps of the treatment?

I nodded to Guru-ji like an obedient student. In my ignorance, I was actually giving the nod for my majestic fucking in the ashram.

Guru-ji: That’s why on the very first day I asked you to shed off all inhibitions and shame. And today when you have traversed half way, I would ask you to be bold enough to undergo the Maha-yagya.

Guru-ji again halted for a split second and then went on explaining and unfolding Maha-yagya before me.

Guru-ji: What I mean by ‘bold’ is not to do a courageous act Anita, but be mentally bold to accept any situation. Though you have already proved that, but Maha-yagya might demand an extra yard of shamelessness from you. Actually what is a shameless act to you is a regular act for us. For example, yesterday in Kumar’s house you must have thought wrongly about me being naked and having sex with Shilpa, but that’s how tantra goes.

I avoided eye contact with Guru-ji out of natural shame. My ears were already getting hotter.

Guru-ji: When I took tantric diksha under my Guru, we were a total of five, out of which two were females and at that time it was a must to remain naked throughout the process. So you can understand…

I again avoided direct eye contact with Guru-ji and was breathing a little heavier now. Guru-ji was looking at my eyes while he continued talking.

Guru-ji: So, Anita, what I would again stress is – rather than focussing on your bodily condition, converge on the process that’s going on. Then only you can achieve the eventual. Got it?

Me: Yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Now as I told you before Maha-yagya is a two-night affair, , which will start tonight from 10 p.m. You will take rest tomorrow daytime and get ready for tomorrow night’s concluding part of the yagya. I will not get into the detailed steps of the yagya right now, but will unfold to you as we proceed. Okay?

I nodded again.

Guru-ji: Fine. Sanjeev can you see if all the devotees have come or not? Then I can make a move.

Sanjeev: Sure Guru-ji.

Sanjeev closed his notebook and went outside the room. Now I was alone with Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: So Anita, as I mentioned, the Maha-yagya and the tantra philosophy are not formulated in recent times and are age-old and tested and hence its modus operandi demands disciples to be in the purest form while performing it. But keeping in mind that today men and women from cities and towns are also seeking its benefit, we now-a-days allow the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” (Paridhan=dress code). Previously, let me make this very clear again, it had to be done in the nude form, both the participant and the executor.

Guru-ji gave a pause probably to see my reaction. I was trying to guess what I would be allowed to wear and already feeling thirsty vaguely speculating about the “Maha-yagya Paridhan”. I wanted to ask him what the ‘paridhan’ would comprise of, but was searching for words to build up the question. Guru-ji as if read my mind!

Guru-ji: Anita, I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it. But again, as I said a number of times, your focus should be on your goal and not on other things.

Me: But still Guru-ji…

Guru-ji: I know Anita you will be curious. But focus should be worshipping Linga Maharaj, that’s all. Rest all, leave it on me.

Saying that he smiled and was about to ascend. Honestly I was by then pretty concerned regarding this “Maha-yagya Paridhan”.

Guru-ji: I need to move off now. By the way, I hope you don’t have any reservations to give measurements to Master-ji?

Master-ji! Oh No. Not again! Instantly I remembered my humiliating episode at the hands of Master-ji and Ramlal and I almost flushed.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Me: But Guru-ji, can I not wear…

Guru-ji: Anita, the “Maha-yagya Paridhan” is a very special attire made of exquisite cotton, which is not available in the market that you go and just buy it. How can you ask such silly questions?

Guru-ji almost grudged. I did not want to annoy Guru-ji at any cost at this crucial juncture, as I knew he is my savior to my pregnancy goal.

Me: Am sorry Guru-ji. I should have understood that.

Guru-ji: You will be surprised to note that Master-ji will stitch your dress today itself and within 10 p.m. You prepare yourself mentally for the yagya and let him do his job. He will be there at your room at 2 p.m.

I nodded and had to alight from my place on the floor, as Guru-ji was all set to leave the room. Though still I had the million-dollar question in my mind, but due to Guru-ji’s towering personality I was unable to voice it to him.

Guru-ji: You can leave now.

I had no other choice but to leave his room and went back to my room. My mind was intrigued by the curious thought about what this “Maha-yagya Paridhan” would be, but Guru-ji did not give any clue. I tried to recap what Guru-ji said regarding the dress, but the only statement I could recollect was ‘I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman’. How could I assess about the dress from this remark? I could realize that it will not be a full-fledged dress like a sari or a salwar kamiz, but something shorter than that surely.

Me: Eureka!

I said to myself. Suddenly a thought came to my mind and I was sure I could get a clue. I thought about asking Meenakshi about it because I will certainly feel uncomfortable to ask about it to any of the males in the ashram, but Meenakshi was a safer bet.

Me: Meenakshi! Meenakshi!

She was in her room and asked me to come in. She was sitting alone on the bed doing some stitching. I went ahead and sat on the bed.

Meenakshi: So, how was your trip to Mr. Yadav’s place?

Me: It was okay. Actually I have come to ask you something.

She smiled and looked inquiringly at me.

Me: Actually as you must be knowing Guru-ji will perform Maha-yagya for me and…

Meenakshi: yes, yes I know.

Me: Yes, and he briefed me just now regarding that.

Meenakshi: Any problem?

Me: I mean, err… Actually Guru-ji was referring about the Maha-yagya Paridhan…

Meenakshi: So?

Me: No, actually I wanted to know what that dress is.

Meenakshi: Oh! But you seem to be pretty much anxious about it.

Me: Yes, as you can understand that I will have to remain in that dress throughout the yagya, so…

Meenakshi: True Anita. This is a problem with we females. Males can actually remain in just a brief throughout the day, but we cannot.

I felt I got someone at last who could realize my shyness being a woman herself.

Meenakshi: Anita, I cannot provide you a very hopeful scenario, as Maha-yagya demands for total devotion and purity of body.

Me: Yes, Guru-ji was also saying likewise.

Meenakshi: Still I can assure you that these two areas will remain covered.

Saying that she indicated with her right hand towards her breasts and pussy area over her sari and smiled naughtily at me. Definitely I was a bit relieved hearing that and smiled back, but still I was visibly anxious. Seeing that, she kept the cloth she was sewing, bent a little towards me, and twisted my right cheek forcefully with her fingers.

Meenakshi: Don’t worry my dear. Let the suspense remain about your dress.

She burst out in laughter and I also was chuckling at her behavior.

Meenakshi: Hey, how long you have been married?

Me: 3 years.

Meenakshi: Oh! God! Then your husband must have enjoyed you 300 times, isn’t it?

She was laughing incessantly and my ears were turning red at her direct verbal poking.

Meenakshi: You still have any shame left? Where do you keep that my dear?

We both guffawed on the bed at this.

Meenakshi: I am thinking to suggest Guru-ji, as per the norm of tantra, not to allow any clothing for married women in Maha-yagya.

We were still laughing, as I pinched her on her hand at this remark, and frankly my anxiousness had diluted a lot.

Meenakshi: Jokes apart, you now simply relax Anita.

She paused a bit and we adjusted ourselves to sit properly on the bed again. Meenakshi’s pallu had almost fallen over her boobs and I could see the huge cleavage being exposed. More so as the top hook of her blouse was also open. I also pulled my pallu properly.

Meenakshi: Leave aside silly issues like this Anita and just worship to Linga Maharaj so that you get the desired fruit.

Me: You are right Meenakshi. I should only concentrate on that. Only I know how many nights I have only wept silently…

We both were silent for a moment and then after some casual talks I left her room and went back to mine. Its already 1:30 p.m., so I was approaching the time when Master-ji would come. I had a faint cloud of irritation again in my mind thinking of facing Ramlal again. Honestly I did not digest the humiliation he did to me verbally and physically. I still remember his very direct and vulgar commentary like
‘I have heard if proper sucking is done on the breasts, unmarried females can also produce milk.’
‘What a gaand you have Madam. It’s so smooth and firm.’
And how can I forget Ramlal’s naked erect dick before he masturbated! I was already feeling tightness in my blouse and I quickly tried to concentrate elsewhere. But hardly did I get the time, as there was a knock on the door.

“Already!” I thought and opened the door. Master-ji was there with his ever-smiling face.

Master-ji: Madam, I am back again!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I smiled back to him and welcomed him to my room. There was an unknown face with him whom I had not seen before.

Master-ji: How are you Madam?

Me: Fine. Hope you are keeping fine too.

Master-ji: Madam, this age does not allow remaining in good health. Only a day before I had fever, now am fine though.

Me: O I see.

Master-ji: I hope Guru-ji has briefed you about my coming.

Me: Yes Master-ji. But who is he?

I pointed out to the boy accompanying Master-ji.

Master-ji: Actually I have stopped keeping Ramlal for measurement purpose, but have kept this boy who is learning sewing and stitching and helping me in taking measurements.

I was so relieved hearing Ramlal will not be here while Master-ji takes my measurements that I uttered a “Bah!” Master-ji looked inquiring to me and I quickly recovered the situation.

Me: I mean this boy can learn quickly from an expert like you.

Master-ji nodded while he kept his notebook and pencil on my bed. The boy was standing by the bedside with a carry bag.

Master-ji: True. He is a keen learner and he questions a lot, which is a good trait of an apprentice.

Me: But what happened to Ramlal?

There was no need for me to ask this question, as it unnecessarily brought some talks that made me severely uncomfortable with this 60-year-old man.

Master-ji: Madam, what would I say to you.

He paused a little and looked at the boy.

Master-ji: Deepak Beta, can you bring me a glass of water.

Deepak: Sure Master-ji.

He went out of the room to get the water and Master-ji came closer to me.

Master-ji: Madam, I did not want to tell this in front of this boy, after all Ramlal is my brother.

I was getting quite curious.

Me: But what happened?

Master-ji: Actually Madam, we have to go to town for orders and one of our distributors there last week referred me to a rich customer of his shop who wanted to stitch some English type clothing and she specifically wanted an aged tailor. So my distributor recommended me and I went there. Naturally my brother was also accompanying me. When we met that Madam though she initially was hesitant to give measurements in front of Ramlal, but ultimately agreed. But you know what that swine did?

I was looking inquisitively at Master-ji and I could realize my heart was beating just a shade faster, as I was getting more and more curious as Master-ji was narrating. It seemed Master-ji was also quite encouraged seeing my interested face, which I should have avoided, as this led to Master-ji giving more detailed portrayal of the event.

Master-ji: Madam, you know, she wanted a hip-hugging gown for a party and while taking measurement of her hip circumference I was unable to get the exact assessment over her clothes and hence asked her the sari at least. Initially she was not in agreement, but later reluctantly gave consent. I told that Madam not to open the whole sari, but to lift it over her petticoat so that she was comfortable, but unfortunately she was unable to get her sari properly picked up from the standing position, so I asked Ramlal to do that. He picked up her sari and stood exactly behind her while I was taking the measurement over her petticoat. When I took my hands behind her hips for measurement, Madam what should I say about this brute; he is my brother, he was in fact poking his lund into that Madam’s gaand!

Me: What?

I controlled myself a bit.

Me: You mean he opened his pant and *@#%?!?!

Master-ji: No, no Madam, what are you saying! He just opened his pant-zip and took out his …

I nodded quickly to indicate that I know very well what a male can take out opening his pant zip and avoided Master-ji to use the male manhood term in front of me. I was getting rather keen to know what happened next and continued gulping Master-ji’s commentary.

Master-ji: Probably that Madam did not realize initially, as she might have thought since Ramlal was holding her sari bunched up at her backside, his finger must have been touching her gaand. I was so shocked at Ramlal’s behavior that my fingers were trembling. At that very moment that Madam suggested that she wanted the hip measurement a little loose, as she would not be wearing the regular undergarment below her gown, but would wear an under-pant and she also mentioned that if the gown was too tight, it would be very apparent. I agreed to her and started re-measuring her hips, but was in much tension seeing my brother’s outrageous acts.

He paused a bit and looked at the door to see if Deepak was back, but he was not. I was now holding the bedside and was dying to rub my pussy once hearing such a lewd event, but could not do so in front of this male.

Master-ji: Madam, I was really frustrated that day seeing his deeds. Is this the way to behave to customers! Anyway, as I was saying, as I sat down in front of that Madam and took both my hands to remeasure her hips, Ramlal pointed out that as the ceiling fan was revolving in full swing her petticoat was flying somewhat, he would hold that also. That Madam did not see any problem to that, but that brute instead of just holding to the cloth of the petticoat with two fingers so that it does not fly, he pressed it to her gaand and held it there with his palm.

Just a little pause again and this time I shamelessly scratched my pussy area for a second in the name of adjusting my sari. Master-ji did note that and smiled. My ears were getting hotter.

Master-ji: And Madam, there was no escape. The moment Ramlal pressed his palm on her gaand to hold her petticoat, she was looking visibly uncomfortable and within the next one minute I did not know exactly what happened, but only heard a thrash.
Slap!
She started howling with anger and more so seeing my brother’s open pant-zip. She threw both of us out immediately. Thankfully his husband was not present in the house that day; otherwise we would have been beaten up surely. Just imagine my condition - at this age, this sort of humiliation.

I shook my head in disapproval to Ramlal’s lewd act.

Master-ji: I did not talk to him for one whole day, and Madam, I decided not to allow that swine in any of my measurement work any more. He will only do cutting and sewing.

Me: Very wise decision Master-ji. A beast.

Master-ji: I apologize to you Madam that I allowed him while I took your blouse measurements. But Madam, everyone is not like him. Actually that’s the reason I have taken this new lad Deepak who…

Master-ji was interrupted as Deepak entered the room with a glass of water. Master-ji had the water, though I was feeling thirstier! Master-ji handed over the empty glass to the lad and was getting ready to start with his work as I saw him taking out the note book, pencil, thread, scissors, etc. from his bag.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji: One good thing has happened Madam.

Me: What?

Master-ji: Last time Madam you did refer to that problem, which I was unable to address at that time, but will surely fix it this time.

I instantly remembered that I did mention to this aged tailor about my panty problem, which in most cases slides into my ass crack after sometime of wearing it. Very frankly I did want to get to a solution for this prolonged problem, which was more chronic after I gained some additional weight on my hips after marriage. It’s not that I did not refer this problem to the local shopkeeper from whom I generally buy undergarments, but he only suggested me to change the brand. I did that a number of times, but to very little effect. Since this was a very personal matter and my local tailor did not stitch undergarments, I felt shy to express such a problem to him and was adjusting like that only. Though honestly it was quite uncomfortable a feel for me, as in the crowded bus or in the busy market, whenever I brushed against any male, his hand would directly feel the roundness of my ass globes beneath my sari as if my panty was nonexistent! Moreover, my buttocks being heavy, they jiggled more without the panty wrap on my broad ass cheeks.

I was seriously eager to solve this problem and Master-ji being an aged man and experienced tailor, I did not hesitate to discuss about my problem. Though there was the presence of a third person, Deepak, but he was rather young, looked hardly 12-13 years of age, and I sort of ignored him and was eager to get to a solution from Master-ji.

Me: Yes, yes Master-ji, its bugging me now for a long time. And you know I feel so uneasy…

Master-ji: I can understand Madam. Since I stitch panties I know what is the root cause. Your main issue is that your panty slips off your hips. Right Madam?

Me: Exactly.

Master-ji: Which brand do you use?

Me: Currently I am using ‘Daisy’.

Master-ji: Daisy Normal?

I nodded.

Me: Do they have any other variety?

I was amazed to see myself talking so frankly about my undergarments to a male, but frankly as Ramlal was not there, I was very free today. I could not stand that rascal. Deepak was gulping the conversation between my tailor and me.

Master-ji: Of course Madam. Daisy Normal, Daisy Teen, and Daisy Mega.

Me: But I thought they only have variety in prints, Normal and Floral.

Master-ji: Madam, you see, the shopkeeper will always push the brand in which he gets maximum commission, but you must be selective which suits your need.

Me: But I never knew that. What’s the difference Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam, as you can guess from the name, Daisy Normal is the normal size panty with the normal cuts, which you use actually. Daisy Teen is…

I interrupted Master-ji and tried to act smart.

Me: … for the teenager girls. Okay, that way.

Master-ji: No, no Madam. You got it wrong. Daisy Teen is not for young girls, but the name refers to the size and the cuts of the panty. This panty is smaller in size than the Daisy Normal and the cuts are also higher. You can also wear Daisy Teen Madam, nothing to do with teenage.

Me: Oh! I see.

Master-ji: Actually when orders come to me Madam, I also have to stitch to the various demands, like Normal, Teen, Mega, MIG, and so on. Each company has a different name to call their female customer’s demand.

MIG?!?! What was that? I thought to myself, but was quite pleased by Master-ji’s thorough knowledge regarding his trade and was now more open while talking leaving aside my female shyness.

Me: And what’s the Mega one?

Master-ji: Madam, Daisy Mega would actually be appropriate for you as you have very fleshy hips. That product is actually meant for women with large round buttocks, like you, badi gaand wali.

I lowered my eyelids and my ears were hot instantly getting such a direct remark from this aged man. Master-ji was looking at my sari-covered bottoms from the side and I saw the apprentice boy Deepak was also looking at my ass! In trying to deviate from the current topic, I asked something which was suspended at the back of my mind.

Me: Okay. But Master-ji, you referred something called MIG, what is that actually?

Master-ji: Madam, that’s another panty type of the Diana Company. Have you heard of Diana bra and panties?

I nodded negatively because I had not heard of that company.

Master-ji: Madam, MIG is a Diana product, which I cut and sew on a regular basis. It’s a modern panty and popular among upper class in the cities.

Me: What does MIG mean?

Master-ji: MIG is actually a shortened form of “Meager” and hence as per its name Madam it’s a very skimpy item. Prints are like floral, plain, and textured. The MIG panty rear is very small and the cuts are also very deep with stretchable elastic bands. Additionally it has a nylon net in the front of the panty, which gives it a very appealing look.

Master-ji smiled indicatively and gave a pause. I was visibly uncomfortable by his description, especially with the “nylon net in the front”. I could jolly well realize that the lady who wears this MIG panty has her pussy almost open as the nylon net obviously would be exhibiting more rather covering and I could not stop myself exclaiming.

Me: Who buys such an item?!?

Master-ji: Madam, you might not be aware, but world has gone a long way! I have got a very positive feedback regarding this MIG panty and salesman from Diana company say though buyers are mostly newly married girls, but middle aged women also form a significant clientele.

I was really shocked to know such data from this tailor. I was already breathing heavily and my ears and face were all hot, as if I was asked to wear that MIG panty! But little did I know that Guru-ji had kept surprises sexier than this MIG panty.

Master-ji: Okay Madam, lets get back to the basic issue. So you use the Daisy Normal brand and your problem persists with this also like the ones you have used earlier. Right? Madam, I think there are two areas, which if corrected, you will not have this uneasiness any more.

I looked at him with inquiring and enthusiastic eyes.

Master-ji: Only two things Madam, firstly, your panty rear has to be stretched and secondly, your leg cuts need to be tighter with good quality elastic bands – that’s all.

Me: O! It’s that simple!

I could not stop expressing my feelings and a sigh of relief.

Master-ji: Experience, Madam, experience.

Master-ji smiled and I felt pretty much assured that my panty problem would now surely get solved. But one point I never anticipated that to correct my problem I have to virtually do a full ass-show in front of him!
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji: Madam, I hope you will not mind if I address that issue a little later and start with my core job of Maha-yagya Paridhan.

Me: Sure Master-ji.

Though I said that, but I was in complete darkness about my dress for the Maha-yagya and was honestly anxious about it still, but did not reveal that expression on my face.

Master-ji: Deepak Beta, bring the notebook where the drawings are there. Madam, I know you Guru-ji must have briefed you, but just have a look at the drawings once before I start taking actual measurements.

I was actually more than eager to see that and went ahead towards Deepak who had the notebook in his hand. He opened a page and Master-ji stood to his left and I was to his right side and zoomed into the open page. I saw there were four drawings in that page – a blouse, a skirt, a bra, and a panty. Honestly I felt quite relieved to see the blouse and the skirt, as I was really unsure how much revealing the Maha-yagya paridhan would be. I clearly remember Guru-ji’s words: “… I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it…”

I sighed a breath of relief and was now quite comfortable to go ahead with the measurement part.

Master-ji: Madam, as you can see this Maha-yagya paridhan is a two-piece costume with undergarments and based on that I have made the sketches like I do for regular blouse cuttings.

Me: Okay.

Wait, wait! The sketch of the bra on paper looks so very different from the one I am wearing right now under my blouse! What’s that?

Master-ji: Madam, would you mind if I explain the clothing and the techniques of measurements to this lad while I work? It will be immensely helpful for this apprentice, but I know it would be boring for you.

Me: No, no it’s okay.

I was actually quite encouraged by such a proposal by Master-ji. I thought instead of asking my tailor directly about my bra, which would always be uncomfortable for me being a married matured woman, if he explains to his apprentice, I can get my necessary information.

Master-ji: Thanks Madam. Deepak Beta, for the next half-an-hour pay all your attention on Madam and see how I take the measurements. And as I always say, ask questions if you are in doubt of anything.

Deepak: Okay Master-ji. I will keep my focus on Madam.

I was a bit taken aback by this statement of Deepak and looked attentively at his face, probably for the first time. He looks pretty young, hardly 12-13 years of age, and it seemed to me he remarked that innocently. The thing, which I was most impressed about him, was that he was never staring at ‘wrong’ places of my body. So I thought to ignore his comment.

Master-ji: Good. Now Deepak, see here. The first two drawings are Madam’s undergarments, but they are not the common bra or panty that we daily sew.

Deepak: Yes, Master-ji. I noted that. The bra does not have any straps and has three hooks at the back. Normally what we supply only has a couple of hooks.

Master-ji: Right. This is a strapless bra and to give additional support to the cups, there are three hooks at the back.

Oh! I thought to myself. It’s a strapless bra. Honestly I had heard of that, but never wore such a thing. Nor did I see any of my friends to wear that. To tell the truth I was a bit excited about that, as by then I was feeling reasonably relaxed seeing that the Maha-yagya paridhan comprises of a choli and a skirt. I can admit now that I thought from Guru-ji’s words, as he said this yagya was to be performed naked, the clothing would be more scanty.

Master-ji: And also you must have noticed that the panty is partially double layered.

Deepak: Yes Master-ji, I have noted that in the drawing.

Master-ji: Actually the deviations are there because the dress is meant for the yagya. Madam, I must tell you that I have little to adjust or modify in this dress, as I have to abide by Guru-ji’s directions about this Maha-yagya paridhan.

Saying that he turned the page of the notebook and showed me some scribbling, which were actually instructions about the Maha-yagya paridhan from ashram. It was not possible for me to read that illegible handwriting.

Me: Okay. I also cannot violate Guru-ji’s words. So whatever he has asked you to stitch, I have to wear it.

Master-ji smiled and swayed his head in agreement.

Master-ji: So Deepak, we will leave aside the undergarments for now. Since the choli is sleeveless, you subtract the sleeve cloth at the very beginning when you cut from the roll. Madam’s size is 32 and so you take the normal 32-size blouse sleeve to deduction.

Deepak: Okay Master-ji.

Both males looked at my breasts as if to assess my 32” boob size. I dropped my eyelids momentarily to avoid their stares.

Master-ji: Madam, the cloth I will use is very special and costly. Guru-ji never compromises on quality. This is almost like the famous Muslin cloth – milky white and very soft. Deepak, show the cloth to Madam once.

Deepak readily handed me a piece of white cloth and when I checked that I had to admit it was really, really soft.

Me: It’s truly very soft and light.

Master-ji: You will feel great wearing it, I can guarantee Madam.

I handed back the cloth to Deepak and he kept that in his bag. I suddenly noticed that his hand shape, the visible arm veins, and wrist width were like a grown up teenager and definitely not a 13 year old boy’s! I was confused, as his face looked so innocent.

Master-ji: Please stand here under the light.

As I took a couple of steps and stood at the most illuminated part in the room, I was wondering how to know exactly how old is this Deepak. I tried to chat with Deepak trying to get

Me: Deepak, what do you do apart from this job?

Deepak: I work part-time in a bookshop in the evening and doing apprentice under Master-ji.

Me: Oh! I see. How many brothers and sisters are you?

I generated normal conversation and from that tried to reach my goal. As I knew that for measurement purpose I had to do some exposing before Master-ji, but I wanted to be sure that I can ignore Deepak considering he is a little boy.

Deepak: I have two sisters, both elder than me and married.

Me: So you now look after your parents.

Deepak: Yes Madam, but from next year my wife would also look after them.

I was simply stunned to hear that!

Me: What? Your wife?

Master-ji: Madam, in villages, they get married very early.

Me: But how old is he?

Master-ji: He is 18.

O! My God! He is 18 years old. That means he is as good as a Class XII boy and by no means a class XII boy can be considered ‘innocent’. And he is going to get married next year! Master-ji noted my surprised looks for Deepak.

Master-ji: Madam, he looks young because of his absence of beard and mustaches.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

He laughed aloud and Deepak was also smiling shyly. I was not at all amused and was rather uncomfortable knowing that Deepak was an adult. The person who is going to get married next year can be a ‘lad’ in the eyes of Master-ji, but in no way for me. The problem is, at this juncture I could not even tell Master-ji that am feeling shy to give measurements in front of Deepak, so had to keep silent.

I saw Master-ji coming up near me with a measuring tape, which was missing last time when he took my blouse measurement and it was so very embarrassing as he touched me directly with his fingers over my blouse on my developed breasts.

Master-ji: Madam, you must be surprised to see the tape in my hand. True, as I told you before, I rely on my fingers and the thread for measurement, but since this is a special dress, I have to abide by Guru-ji’s orders.

I giggled, but was definitely happy to see the tape.

Master-ji: Madam, if you could please remove your pallu…

I knew it was on the cards, but prior I was not that concerned because I was treating Deepak as a boy, but now the situation was different. I had to reluctantly drop my sari pallu off my breast and I held it in my left arm. I tried to ignore Deepak, but knowing that I was watched by a grown up boy, I was feeling very clumsy. I could see my butter-coloured breasts oozing out on top of my blouse with at least an inch of creamy cleavage clearly visible to both these males present in the room. I noticed Deepak’s eyes were riveted on my blouse covered ripe mangoes and as he met my eyes he quickly turned to his notebook.

Observing that my breathing became heavier. I could only shuffle a bit, as Master-ji was standing too close to me adjusting his tape. I was by then fairly conscious within myself, as I was about to get male touches on my body during the measurement process. Honestly I was quite at ease in front of Master-ji, probably because he was aged and had already seen my body more than desired. But the fact that an 18-year-old young man was studying my matured figure started to give me itching within my panty.

When I go to my local tailor also I have the same consciousness, as he is not as aged as Master-ji, but a middle-aged man. During measurement process he would surely touch and press my blouse-covered boobs with his fingers. And also during trial sessions, the tailor would rub his fingers on my breast area on the pretext of analyzing the tightness and smoothness of my blouse. I know it is part of his job and he does it to all his customers, but never could I take that normally and each time when I get out from the tailoring shop, I would certainly have a semi-wet panty under my sari or salwar.

Master-ji: Madam, since this is a sleeveless choli you will be discounted of at least one measurement, the sleeves.

Me: Thank God!

We both smiled and I additionally blushed as I noticed Master-ji swiped a quick glance at my firm mammaries, which were becoming further evident over my blouse each time I was inhaling and exhaling air. Master-ji now took the tape to my neck and measured for my neck and back neck widths. He mumbled some numbers to Deepak who noted them down beside the diagram in his notebook. The touch of Master-ji’s cold fingers on my shoulder area made me shiver momentarily.

Master-ji: Choli strap on shoulder half inch.

He was about to go for the next measurement when I interrupted, naturally, hearing the strap width.

Me: Master-ji, half inch is nothing! As it is there is no sleeve.

Master-ji: But Madam, why do you at all need a wider strap? Your bra will be strapless.

For the moment I was oblivious of that fact that I will be wearing a strapless bra within this choli. So Master-ji had a point.

Me: But Master-ji, if the strap is so mall in width, the whole of my shoulder will remain exposed.

Master-ji: But that’s the design Madam.

Me: Please Master-ji. That would be too revealing.

Master-ji: No, no Madam, it wont be that much revealing. Yes, your shoulders will be exposed but your breasts will be fully covered.

I understood that its no use arguing further because the conversation would become more and more uncomfortable for me being a female and hence accepted the half-inch shoulder strap for my choli. Except for one honeymoon nighty, which had spaghetti straps, that my husband had bought for me I could not recollect exposing my shoulders fully wearing any dress, neither in my teens nor after marriage. I still remember that hardly did I wear that honeymoon nighty for 3-4 days in front of Rajesh and rejected it as it exposed me so vulgarly. On one hand as it had spaghetti straps, it exposed my bra straps openly and on the other hand it’s length was also short just touching my knees. It was a bit too much for a conservative female like me. I know it was good fun and top excitement for my husband to see my in that semi-exposed state in our bedroom, but considering my curvy and fleshy figure, I had to force my hubby to resign from his idea of me wearing a spaghetti strap honeymoon nighty on bed.

I was slightly unmindful, but realized Master-ji had moved to my backside and was checking something, which I was not able to see. Some moments passed. There was silence in the room and he was also not touching my blouse and that made me in effect more uneasy. I wondered what was Master-ji doing! I looked at Deepak and as our eyes met, he immediately turned his eyes, but I was fairly certain that he was staring at my big boobs, which were indeed looking sexy only in the blouse cover.

I was in a doubt whether to look back to see what Master-ji was doing. I was standing in front of him with my legs spread just a little. He must be having a clear view of my spotless back as there was no pallu obstruction. Suddenly I felt Master-ji’s fingers touching my skin and gently stretching the back of my blouse. I nearly quivered at his sudden touch. Master-ji clearly understood that.

Master-ji: What happened Madam?

Me: No, no. Nothing Master-ji.

I flushed as I was caught.

Master-ji: Madam, you must be comfortable with this fitting.

Me: Yes.

Master-ji: But Madam for this new choli, the fitting has to be much tighter.

Me: But why?

Almost out of reflex I asked this foolish question and as I heard the reply my face and ears turned red.

Master-ji: Madam, if your size was 28 or 30 I would not have said that. Since you have heavy breasts, the outer dress has to be tight enough to support the inside. Madam, you know what the main problem is? When you wear the bra and start moving and doing things, it tends to slide down due to the weight of your breasts. So I have to ensure you a tight choli so that you do not have such issues after wearing it.

My breathing pace increased hearing such intimate female things from a male. I didn’t know what to say or reply. Seeing my silence, Master-ji went on to explain more to me and I had to admit to a tighter choli, as he suggested, without any more ado.

Master-ji: Actually Madam if I do not that alter the new choli and keep it with the same comfort fit of the blouse you are presently wearing, you will soon find that the cups of your bra slipping off your breasts since it would not get the necessary lateral support from the blouse. And if you would only sit quietly wearing that pair, I would not intervene. But you will have to take part in the yagya and that’s laborious Madam. So if I leave you with a comfort choli, you might end up with a slipping bra exposing your nipples inside your choli!

Master-ji just stopped for a split second.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji: Madam, don’t take it otherwise, but as I said at the start, if you were slim or your breast size was small or medium, this fitting would do with a very a minor alteration, but your size is 32+. Moreover, Madam, you are going to wear the strapless bra for the first time. So it becomes my duty as a tailor to alert you about the alter, otherwise you might land up in an embarrassing situation later.

Me: O… O… Okay Master-ji. I got you. Thanks.

I stammered to deliver a simple reciprocation, as it seemed a heat wave was running through my ears listening to this tailor.

Master-ji: Okay Madam. Give me a second to check the back.

Master-ji had inserted couple of fingers within the back of my blouse probably to check how much tighter it can be made. In the process I was getting a ticklish sensation as he was rubbing my exposed back. I realized he pulled the back of my blouse a little more with his fingers and I was pretty sure that if he peeped inside he surely could see my bra strap and hooks. Master-ji was dragging this session long as he continued manipulating his fingers within my blouse back, just on top of my bra strap. I was obviously uncomfortable and was feeling the itch within my panty again and shambled slightly. Master-ji was standing so close to me and since he was looking down my blouse back from a vertical angle, he in all probability could see my ass globes moving within my sari. I rebuked myself that I should stop this shuffling time and again as if giving measurement to the tailor for the first time!

Master-ji: Deepak, keep a note to shift the backstitch to half inch three threads to the middle.

Now Master-ji came to my front and I noticed, as he came, he was gently scratching his pelvic area. I giggled and blushed slightly, but simultaneously felt a delight that my curves were fiery enough to arouse even this old man nearing 60. He bent a little and his face was exactly in front of my firm boobs and he stretched the fabric of my blouse base with his left hand and inserted two fingers of his right hand exactly over my sternum and tried to create a gap between my skin and the blouse fabric. My blouse length was adequate and it reached at least two inches down from where my boobs ended. Thus as I got Master-ji’s fingers touching me in such a portion of my body, like any other matured woman, I trembled and closed my eyes for a moment.

Master-ji: Madam, take a long breath and deflate your stomach once.

I took a long breath and held the air within so that my stomach looked flatter. Master-ji obviously found it easier now to insert his fingers into my blouse base. Previously his fingers were unable to move much due to the tightness of my blouse, but now Master-ji was at least able to guide and move his middle and ring fingers up into my blouse. I could feel he was touching my bra and the bottoms of my bra cups. I was definitely getting excited and had to release the breath.

Master-ji: Oho Madam! You need to hold your breath for a little more time. Please do it again.

Undoubtedly my heart was beating fast as Master-ji’s fingers remained inside my blouse base touching my bra cups! I again deflated my stomach as much as possible taking a long deep breath. And Master-ji was again moving his fingers within my blouse touching my bra cup bottoms and gently pushing my firm tits from below. This went on for few seconds and once when he poked his finger into my bra cup feeling the firmness of it, I had to resign.

Me: Ouch!

I released my breath and almost by natural reflex action held his hand trying to remove it from my blouse. Master-ji looked at me with surprised eyes and I quickly controlled myself realizing that I have to allow this much during the measurement process. I very softly whispered “Sorry” to him and lowered my eyes timidly. Master-ji realizing my condition probably took out his fingers from my blouse bottom.

Master-ji: Deepak I will dictate Madam’s midriff, armhole, and choli length, you write it in that order.

Deepak: Okay Master-ji.

Master-ji took the tape from his neck and bent a little encircling the tape on my stomach. The cold tape almost gave a shiver on my bare stomach. Now he slowly pushed it up to the base of my blouse and measured my midriff. In the process, he again touched the base of my boobs making me very uncomfortable.

Master-ji: 24”.

Deepak: Midriff 24”.

Master-ji took the tape off my body and stood up from his slightly bent position.

Master-ji: Madam, please raise your left arm a bit.

I raised my arm in the air and Master-ji adjusted the elevation of my arm to the exact position, but I did not know why his touch on my skin was making ripples in my mind. I tried to smoothen my mind by arguing about his age, but felt my blood gushing rapidly through my vessels. Master-ji kept the tape on my shoulder and circled it into my armpit. I was rather surprised to note that, as my local tailor does the other way round. I mean he keeps the meeting point of the tape on my shoulder and the tape encircles my armpit. But Master-ji kept the meeting point of the tape into my sweaty armpit and was taking the measurement. I was feeling so edgy and tight because each time Master-ji adjusted the tape, he was touching with his fingers the damp spot on my blouse at my armpit.

I was getting rather anxious and apprehensive as I noted the tailor taking his face round the corner of my wet armpit for noting the numbers on the tape. From that close proximity, anyone could even smell my armpit!

Me: Oh My God! What is this man doing?

I muttered to myself. My posture almost froze noting Master-ji was actually sniffing my armpit!

Me: No, no. I am not mistaken. There. There again!

From Master-ji’s uplifted chin and nose movement, I could clearly make out he was actually inhaling the odour of moist armpit. Never in my life had I faced such an awkward situation that a male was directly sniffing my blouse-covered armpit! What shame!

Master-ji: Okay Madam, you can drop down your arm. Deepak, 10.5”.

Deepak: Armhole 10.5”.

Thank God. The sniffing did not go any longer. Now he shifted the tape to the middle of my left shoulder and fixed it there with his left hand exactly over my bra strap and dropped the lose end freely over my left breast. I was giving a free show of my cleavage all along, as the front neck depth of my blouse was quite deep.

Master-ji: Deepak, what is the normal choli length?

Deepak: Master-ji, it’s 14”-16”.

Master-ji: Good. But Beta, you should always keep the client requirements in mind too.

Deepak: What’s that Master-ji?

Master-ji: For example, your customer might want a short choli and in case she is unable to give her measurement, you should cut it to 12-13”. One inch is a big adjustment on female breasts, mind you. Again if the customer is modern and from the metro city, she might want a mini choli also. Here the choli length would range from 10-12” depending on her figure.

Deepak: Right Master-ji.

I was also a keen listener like Deepak to Master-ji’s class. Mini choli – that was a new term for me!

Master-ji: But Deepak, being a responsible tailor, your duty does not end only satisfying your customer.

Deepak: Then?

Master-ji: You should also alert her about the dress if the need is there. For example in the case of a mini choli, if the lady wears a normal bra, it surely would slip below the base of her short choli at her back. So your duty is to tell the lady that she should be careful to wear a close-fitting bra, tight enough such that it does not slip below her blouse hemline at her back.

Deepak: Right, right Master-ji. That’s a very valid point.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji smiled in admiration and rapidly shifted back to me again.

The whole time I was standing with the tape hanging over my protruding left tit. Master-ji now stretched it just my boob base. He did not even stretch the tape till the length of the blouse I am wearing right now.

Master-ji: 13”.

Deepak: Noted Master-ji.

I could well comprehend that 13” length would surely be a bit short for me considering my heavily sticking out mammaries, but honestly I was nervous to raise the topic to Master-ji due to his shameless ‘direct’ language. I ultimately settled in my mind that in any case I would not be allowed to wear a sari during Maha-yagya and the choli will be the only piece of cloth on the upper part of my body, so even if I bargain and increase it by an inch, I would not be covering much flesh of my exposed midriff. Hence I remained quiet.

Master-ji: Deepak, now Madam’s front and back neck depths.

He paused for a second and continued.

Master-ji: Madam, unlike your blouse, the new choli would be having a square neck.

Me: Meaning?

Master-ji: Generally for blouses, we have the U-neck, the square neck, or the boat neck as the customer prefers. But Madam, as per the Maha-yagya guidelines, your choli will have a square neck.

I had never worn a square neck blouse, so was a bit anxious to know more about it. Master-ji as if read my mind.

Master-ji: Madam, don’t worry much on that, as the change will not be huge, except for your neckline to look different.

I was not fully satisfied by his answer and still looked at him inquiringly.

Master-ji: Madam, if you give permission, I can explain you the difference. Actually you might feel uncomfortable as it’s related with your…

He did not mention the word “breasts”, but indicated that through his eyes. In fact, I was in no position to say ‘Okay don’t explain as its related to my boobs’ and hence I had to go ahead with the motion.

Me: It’s okay Master-ji. Talking to you I have learnt some helpful tips.

I had to coax him so that it looks normal especially in the presence of a third person, Deepak.

Master-ji: Actually Madam the basic variation is that the square neckline choli reveals more flesh of your breasts. I will show it how.

Master-ji stepped forward right beside me and his right hand came over my breast area and rested over my shoulder.

Master-ji: Now this is your current U-neckline (he started tracing the edge of my blouse neck and slowly came near my cleavage). When the cut is like this way in the shape of a U, most of the upper part of your breasts are secured and covered, but your cleavage will remain exposed.

My heart was as if drumming due to Master-ji’s demo acts. Deepak was staring at my pallu-less boobs and open midriff drinking every drop of my jawani with his eyes. I was feeling severe itching in my pussy as I felt Master-ji’s fingers gliding on my blouse.

Master-ji: Madam, now see what happens when you wear a square neck choli. (He took his hand back to my shoulder). Now the cut is like this, it comes down almost perpendicular (he now began dropping his finger over my right boob and stopped halfway down my breast). Now from around here, it goes to the right like a square (he almost touched the areola of my right boob as he traced his finger over my firm jiggling flesh).

I very faintly whispered “P-l-e-a-s-e” with parted lips to Master-ji. I was careful enough so that Deepak could not see my facial reaction. I was unable to restrict my left hand going over my sari on my pussy. Seeing my reaction Master-ji loosened the tape slightly and my nipples could clearly feel the brush of his thumb and fingers as he traced a straight line on the pretext of showing the square neckline. An obvious thrill ran down my body tingling right down to my pussy and instinctively my legs opened just a little wider.

Master-ji: And then Madam, it goes up again like this (his knuckles were openly pressing my left boob feeling the firmness and smoothness of my flesh). So you can very well realize that unlike your present blouse much of the upper part of your breasts will remain exposed when you go for a square neckline. But Madam unfortunately that’s the Maha-yagya prescription. I can hardly do anything about it.

I closed my eyes for a moment in excitement, as he removed his hand off my breasts and frankly I hardly was hearing what he was saying, rather I was getting keen on the music that slowly was starting within my 28-year-old fully matured body due to his close contacts.

Master-ji: Madam, I must obey Guru-ji’s orders. So…

I nodded and said, “Okay”.

Master-ji came up again on my breasts with his tape and measured for my square neckline and front neck depth and murmured the numbers to Deepak. Now I was starting to heat up fully though I tried to be in command of my emotions, but was certainly slipping. Master-ji also measured the back neck depth for my new choli. While doing that Master-ji gave me very clear indication that he was not only taking measurements as a tailor, but also taking chance on my jawani. He was at my back when he was taking the back neck depth measurement and he directly felt my back with his palm and specifically pressed me on my bra strap and even on bra hook giving me very clear signals.

Obviously I knew that I should not encourage this man, but my emotions were paralyzing my mind to resist.

Master-ji: Madam, now please raise your hands up. I will take your bust measurement.

I lifted my hands up and kept them in the air. From the corner of my eyes I could see my sweaty armpits and there were clear round wet spots in both armpits over my blouse. I noticed Deepak was looking at them, but I had little to do, but to ignore that. I remained stationary with my hands help up in the air and Master-ji’s arms went round my body as he wrapped the tape around my back over my breasts.

Master-ji: Deepak, come here.

Deepak came forward and stood near me. Now I was standing between the two males with my pallu on floor, hands up in the air, and armpits shamelessly advertising big sweat spots!

Master-ji: Now Deepak Beta, when you take the bust measurement, it should always be taken around the fullest part of the breasts. To get that you must ask the lady, whose measurement you are taking, to raise her hands up. This actually gives two advantages. Can you tell me what are they?

Deepak: I can think of one.

Master-ji: What is that?

Deepak: In this state when I look at madam from the side I can easily get the fullest part of her breasts.

Master-ji: Right. So for bust measurement this posture is very helpful. Another advantage is when Madam is standing like this you can see the fitting in a stretched condition, which is very important. You know Deepak, in my initial days I stitched a blouse for a lady and as she wanted it skintight, I just did not leave any breathing space while stitching and the very next day after delivery she came back with the blouse with a torn armpit. So you must remember to give some freedom to the blouse fabric to skim over the bra. And you can assess that from this posture as Madam is standing.

Deepak: Right, right Master-ji. I should have thought of that.

I was wondering when this tailoring class would end!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji: Now look at the blouse cups and what do you find?

Deepak now took his face a bit nearer to my blouse-covered tits and I could realize my nipples getting hard seeing him trying to inspect my boobs!

Deepak: Master-ji, there is much looseness of cloth at the hooks and that can be corrected.

Master-ji: Good observation. Also some alteration can be done at the base, which I checked. Also this choli being sleeveless you can adjust the armhole to make the blouse tighter to support the strapless bra.

Deepak nodded affirmatively with a smiling face.

Master-ji: O! Another very important thing Deepak. Madam, I hope you are not getting annoyed.

Master-ji turned and said the last few words to me with an ever-smiling face. That was a good one, I thought. You two are openly passing comments about my breasts and being a 28-year-old married woman will I not feel annoyed!

Me: No, no. It’s okay Master-ji. But please if you can pace it up, as my hands would pain if I stay like this for some more time.

Master-ji: No, no Madam, be rest assured. This is the only measurement where you have to raise your hands and I will finish it soon.

Now he turned to Deepak.

Master-ji: As I was saying, when you take bust measurement, make sure that you obtain at least two more numbers, one slightly up the cup and one below.

Deepak: Why Master-ji?

Master-ji: See Deepak, as you know female breasts are of various size and shapes. Every lady will not have as tight and full a bustline as Madam’s, isn’t it? He he he…

He purposefully turned at me and expressed this laugh, which was infuriating that I cannot describe in words.

Master-ji: We measure so many women each day, but how many has such good shape even after marriage? So remember to take at least two more measurements for ladies who have sagging bustlines, which you can easily determine seeing their shapes over the blouse.

Deepak: Sure Master-ji.

I was simply amazed to hear such comments spoken so openly and normally in my front about my mammaries! Its not that I was hearing remarks in relation to my figure for the first time from males. When I was in college when I passed a particular turn on the way, comments were thrown at me by the Road Romeos, which I always ignored. I still remember they passed filthy statements about my swaying ass and firm boobs. Ignoring was the only way out to those comments. Then after marriage my husband flattered me on so many occasions praising my boobs before intercourse or even when I was combing hair in front of the dressing table, etc., he passed comments regarding my figure. Most of the time I enjoyed those though they were also not too decent. But what I am experiencing today is unique! I obviously cannot enjoy these lewd talks and at the same time cannot simply ignore. A genuinely precarious situation for me!

Master-ji: Okay, enough talks, lets go ahead with the work again.

Saying that Master-ji took his hands around me circling the tape round my boob circumference and as he did that his chest pressed very gently on my breasts, though momentarily, I felt a real turn on by that. Actually unknowing Master-ji’s chest touched precisely on my nipples under the cover of my blouse and bra. I could feel drops of vaginal fluid getting soaked into my panty from my honeypot. My nipples also gained instant strength I realized and poked more on my bra cup.

I immediately tried to divert my mind and counseled my mind how vulgarly Master-ji threw the smile at me when he said, “Every lady will not have as tight and full a bustline as Madam’s…” and attempted to think negatively about this tailor. But alas! I was losing self-control by the minute as Master-ji started taking my bust measurement because my body was speaking in different terms than my mind.

Master-ji: Madam, you please remain still and not move your body while I take your numbers.

I nodded and he pulled the plastic tape over my firm boobs through the middle of my blouse cups. As the tap slide and moved on my smooth round flesh, it gave me a very sexy feeling and concurrently I could feel Master-ji’s fingers touching the core flesh of my mammaries. In front of my eyes in the pretext of smoothening the tape, he openly was feeling the sides of my jiggling boobs clasped within the blouse. He was surely enjoying the tightness and roundedness of my 28-year-old fully developed treasures and since I was childless till then, my boobs had not sagged an inch.

Master-ji: Madam, I will slowly tighten the tape. Just let me know when you feel very tight.

Me: O… Okay.

I could hardly say that as Master-ji’s hands were still very much touching my ripe mangoes and naturally my nipples started raising their heads in full resilience getting a male touch. Of course I also started breathing heavier and probably my want for enjoyment was engulfing my mind gradually though I tried to convince myself internally that I must not behave like this because if Master-ji gets a feel of my physical condition it would be very embarrassing and awkward for me.

Master-ji now shifted the meeting point of the tape from where my blouse hooks were to my left breast and this time he surely made me breathless. His fingers were now touching and pressing my left tit and I could feel the meeting point of the tape over my left areola!

“Uuhhhhhh!” I whispered within myself.

Now he did the worst thing. To mark the position of the tape and the tightness, he pressed on the tape with his thumb exactly over my nipple.

Master-ji: Madam, is this okay? This must not be too tight.

Me: Aaah. Ummm. I mean no.

I said somehow. My pussy seemed to be leaking now and since I was not wearing any pads, etc. below my sari, my panty was getting soaked and I could feel the wetness now on my groins too.

Master-ji: 31.6 at tight comfort.

Deepak: Okay.

Master-ji: Madam, now keep your hands on my shoulder.

I was all along standing with my hands up in the air and was much relieved hearing that. I kept my hands on his shoulders and he now removed his left hand off the meeting point of the tape and took it to my back to see if the tape was properly place or not. In the process he not only brushed my right boob, but also felt my whole brassiere on the right side. And left me gasping by again taking back his hand to the original position not before bumping on my right boob and almost pushing it within my blouse cover.

As I had kept my hands on his shoulders, the sides of my protruding breasts were completely open and now he shifted the meeting point of the tape to my right breast. He grazed his hands feeling every inch of my jawani.

Me: Shhh. Aaah!

I controlled myself to a whisper. My legs were automatically getting parted at my standing posture and my heart was starting to miss a beat. He again marked the position with his thumb and this time I was very sure he was trying to trace my nipple over the fabric of my blouse and bra. I could feel Master-ji was breathing faster and his hands shaking marginally. The old man did not stop there and after he traced my nipple he was trying to grab my right boob nipple, which was fully erect now, over my blouse with two fingers in the disguise of holding the tape meeting point.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Honestly that was too much for me and I was unable to resist myself any more and gripped Master-ji’s shoulders very firmly digging my nails into them. I knew that was a blunder to do. I was inviting trouble, as I was directly indicating him that am getting excited by his moves. In all honestly, I could hardly control my sexual appeal. I also knew very well that as long as I was suppressing my emotions and movements to him, things were within limits, but once I had expressed my frailty, I was in effect opening the unknown floodgate.

I suddenly remembered that this very warning was also given to me by one of my friends once. Her name is Sunita, whom I met after my marriage in our locality. She was married for five years and had two kids when I met her. Our friendship probably triggered more due to our naming similarity, Sunita and Anita. She actually guided me to the local tailor from whom I now sew my blouse, etc. We mixed well and had quite a bit of private sharing among us, such as our sexual life, our husband’s sexual hunger, etc. etc. as is very common between young married women. One day I went to her place in the afternoon and since her kids were off to college, we were having longer chats and somehow the topic converged to our sexual feelings not originating from our husbands. I did mention to her about my crowded bus experiences where male hands groped my ass globes or boobs, and on some occasions crossing the decency limits, which I had to accept, as I did not want to create a scene in crowd and, truthfully, for some harmless enjoyment. She then divulged her experience with her previous tailor.

Like me, she also got pretty excited by the tailor’s touches while taking her blouse measurements and one day when the tailor was checking her fitting during a trial period, she got very excited by his touches. She even told me that the other night she got a good fuck from her husband and was completely satisfied, but still strangely was triggered by the tailor’s constant rubbing and pressing on her breasts during the trial. Thankfully she got back her senses in time and the episode ended in squeezing and massaging only. But she did mention to me that it was extremely difficult to get out such situations and if I can put that in Sunita’s words:

“…Anita, you won’t believe, it’s so very difficult to get out from such situations. The tailor by that time was fully aware that his touches had made me weak and I was a pray. I was also so carried away by the momentary excitement that I forgot that I am a mother of two and shamelessly allowed him to grope me amply over my blouse. As he did not get a timely hindrance from me, he just went on and on and you know, how shameful it was, he even inserted his hand into my backside within my petticoat! I had to stop and only I know how I controlled myself and prevented him. I had to cook up a story and almost begged a release from his clutches. Otherwise the way things were going, he surely would land up fucking me on the floor of the trial room. Just imagine! A small careless enjoyment would make me feel guilty for whole life. Anita, if ever in your life you tend to slip by the influence of any male other than Rajesh, mind you, DO NOT express your emotions to him. Once you do that you will only invite troubled waters…”

Master-ji: Deepak, make it 31.2 tight. Madam, are you feeling too tight?

I as if got back to reality hearing Master-ji’s voice, but frankly it was not only the voice that awaked me, but also I could now feel almost a grab on my right boob!

Me: It… It’s okay.

Though I was not at all ‘okay’ in the true sense, as the tape was pressing hard on my boobs now.

Master-ji now made the tape somewhat more short, increasing pressure on the nipple of my right breast.

Master-ji: Is this fine Madam? Or too tight?

Me: Uh! Ta… Tight.

My voice was a hoarse whisper. As the pressure of his fingers was increasing on my firm tits, my pussy was getting flooded with the juices. I controlled myself somehow and stood still clutching on to Master-ji’s shoulder.

Master-ji: Okay, okay Madam, I will settle with the last number. Deepak 31.2 with negative 2-3 threads.

Deepak: Okay.

Master-ji: I will do one last check and then finalize it.

Deepak nodded. Master-ji seemed to have been adequately pumped up touching a full-grown woman’s breasts unhindered. He also must have been encouraged by my silent affirmation to his moves when I dug my nails deeper into his shoulder and also seeing my flushed face, which clearly portrayed my sexually aroused state.

Though apparently he was taking my measurement and telling the numbers to Deepak, I could clearly sense his partial grip on my right mammary over my blouse and brassiere. I was almost shivering getting a direct feel of male fingers trying to grab my boob flesh. I inquisitively glanced down to see what he was doing.

I smiled to myself seeing the slyness of old man tailor and his want to get sexually excited at this age even! Practically I was his daughter’s age, but still he was feeling my jawani like my lover! Master-ji was no doubt holing the meeting point of the tape with both hands over my right breast, but he had kept his right hand so craftily under the guard of his left palm and in that disguise he was deriving all sorts of enjoyment from me. Seeing my compromised condition, the old man indulged into all sorts of sexual pranks, including pressing my boob flesh with his fingers from the front, poking the nipple with his thumb, gliding his fingers over my blouse assessing the smoothness and firmness of my mammary, and trying to push it up by cupping it from below.

Through the corner of my eyes, I turned to Deepak, and thank god, as he was unable to see the right side of my body directly and was unaware what his tailor-guru was doing with me. For the first time I also made a direct move – I faintly thrust my boobs on Master-ji’s hands. I was very sure he could realize that because when my eyes met his, he winked at me. Master-ji’s lewd actions were sexually tormenting me enormously and rising to simply unbearable heights. I was dying for some very tight hugs and squeezes right away. Also very naturally my vaginal discharge was amounting more and oozing out spontaneously now out of my honeypot. My breathing was heavier than ever before, my lips parted, my legs getting weaker – everything imprinting my vulnerable state. Unconsciously I had started swaying my hips also, as my excitement was speeding up, but once I realized it, I felt so ashamed and was conscious instantly.

Master-ji: So Madam, I am finalizing your choli with this much tightness.

Saying that, he looked at my flushed face. I was simply not in a position to reply anything as this old tailor had brought me to a boiling point very quickly with just a few deft touches and caresses. I could feel my panty-front almost completely soaked and felt afraid that pretty soon there would be a wet spot on my petticoat. I was quite aware that I was yet to be measured for the Maha-yagya skirt and surely Master-ji would not take the measurements over my sari, but over my petticoat!

Master-ji: Now the last one, the shoulder-to-apex measurement and then you are done.

I was in fact unable to take any more of Master-ji’s touches. Physically as well as mentally I had gone too weak and was virtually trembling with excitement. One more touch by master-ji, I didn’t know what I would do; I desperately needed a tight squeeze at my boobs and some close hugs. But suddenly things changed rapidly and I will be a liar if I do not admit that I simply loved the altered scenario.

Master-ji: Deepak, bring the notebook here once.

Deepak came near me and handed him the notebook. As Master-ji was glancing at the notes Deepak has taken, and at that moment Deepak commented something that prompted swift transformation of the whole affair.

Deepak: Madam, you seem to tremble. Are you okay?

Before I could react and reply Master-ji took control of things.

Master-ji: Right, right. Madam, I also felt that you were somewhat shivering. Let me see.

He started checking my forehead.

Deepak: Madam, you are sweating a lot also.

I was fairly confused at their consecutive statements.

Master-ji: Your forehead is so cold! What’s happening Madam? Shall I hold you?

Though he asked the question, but without waiting for my consent, he held me by my elbow.

Me: It’s alr… Ouch!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was about to say that I was ‘all right’, but suddenly I felt Master-ji’s pinch near my elbow and hence that sound came out from my mouth.

Master-ji: What happened Madam? Deepak, bring a glass of water for her.

Me: But…

As Deepak turned away from me and Master-ji towards the corner of the room to get the water, Master-ji grabbed my elbow very firmly and brought his mouth near my ear.

Master-ji: If you want more, just pretend as I say.

I looked at Master-ji with very inquisitive eyes at his whisper. But there was no time to think on his statement as Deepak was coming with a glass of water. He did that rapidly as he must have thought that I was not feeling well in reality.

Master-ji: Tell us Madam. What’s happening? Is your head spinning?

I could not generate within myself the ability to think more on this, as I could feel Master-ji was now holding my elbow in such a manner that my fingers were brushing against his lungi-covered thigh. Deepak came and handed the water to me and as I drank Master-ji was making my hand touch his erect lund under his lungi!

I gulped the water somehow and closed my eyes for a second, probably to tell the first lie.

Me: My head. It’s spinning…

I tried to pretend that I was ‘not feeling well’. Deepak seemed quite convinced!

Deepak: Master-ji, hold her well. Shall I get the chair Madam?

Master-ji was probably waiting for this opportunity and now that he knew I was pretending and Deepak was also won over, there was no obstacle for him. Master-ji now held me with both hands at my both elbows from the front.

Master-ji: Madam, don’t worry. Just relax and take your time.

I nodded and closed my eyes and also swayed my head a little to make it look more real.

Deepak: Madam, do you get this head spinning often? Do you take any medication?

Master-ji saved me from answering those and craftily snatched the conversation in his own way.

Master-ji: Deepak, Deepak. She seems to be fainting. I can feel that. What to do? What to do? (he pinched me again and this time on my both elbows so that I pretend to faint).

I had no other alternative, but to close my eyes and lean my head towards Master-ji’s body and pretend as if I was having a “fainting spell”. Deepak was perfectly fooled.

Deepak: Master-ji, hold her tightly. I will also support you.

Saying that Deepak held me by my back touching me over my blouse back. And at last I got some relief from my sexual aches when Master-ji embraced me tightly with his hands in the excuse of holding the fainting woman. My heart was running very fast now as my eyes were closed and I was feeling Master-ji’s flat chest on my round blouse-covered mammaries and his hands encircling me near my waist. Honestly, more than Master-ji, I myself was squashing my firm protruding milk tanks into his chest.

Me: Aaaaaaaah!

I whispered to myself giving a sigh of ecstasy.

Deepak: Lets take her to the bed Master-ji.

Master-ji was taking the full feel of my young boobs in his upper body and obviously was reluctant to release me.

Master-ji: Wait, wait. Let me see for some moments if Madam gets back her senses. By that time you clean up the bed at least.

Deepak: Okay.

Till such time, Deepak was supporting my back though actually there was no need as Master-ji was holding me like an octopus. Now I realized he was away to my bedside and I felt it safe to open my eyes once. I found Master-ji quite energetic though he was around 60 years in age. I looked for a split second towards my bed and saw Deepak cleaning up my dresses, etc. from it, but could not concentrate there at all, as Master-ji was now holding and pressing me as if he was hugging his wife! His mouth was sniffing my bare neck and blouse-covered shoulders and taking full advantage of Deepak not seeing us, he pulled in his right hand within our bodies and started squeezing my boobs. Only God knows how I controlled my moan not being aloud and enjoyed his squeezes on my ripe boobs silently.

Deepak: Master-ji, it’s done. Has Madam got back her senses?

Master-ji was quick enough to behave properly and I also closed my eyes hearing his voice and leaned my head onto Master-ji’s shoulder. A perfectly fainted lady!

Master-ji: No. We need to take her there. You give me a hand.

I did not see but realized Deepak came near. How would they take me to the bed I wondered? With Master-ji’s figure and age he surely would not take me in his lap. Anyway, I was pretty thrilled and excited by this whole pretending episode and shamelessness had gripped me firmly to continue this ‘harmless’ enjoyment.

Deepak: How would we carry her?

Master-ji: One second. You pull off her remaining sari first. It’s getting into my legs.

Me: Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh!

I babbled within myself. Deepak was very swift to pull off my sari knot from my waist. Why not? Master-ji was saying he would get married next year, so he needs to know how to pull off her wife’s sari. As Deepak pulled it completely off my waist I was having a peculiar feeling as never in my life had I been stripped off my sari with closed eyes! Yes, on bed, in the initial days of my marriage many a times my husband pulled off my panty and during that time I kept my eyes closed in shame getting fully naked. But later on when intercourse was regular, I did not feel that much shame as my hubby pulled off my bra or panty from my body. But this was indeed very different.

Even Master-ji noticed his swift handiwork and made a dirty comment.

Master-ji: Deepak Beta, go slow. Why are you taking it off so fast?

I did not hear Deepak replying anything, probably he was hurrying because he wanted to get me on bed quickly seeing my senseless state.

Master-ji: She is not your wife afterall… that you pull off her sari quickly and will get a chance to raise her petticoat. Ha ha haa…

Deepak: Ha ha hah.

Master-ji: Keep Madam’s sari on the chair.

I was now standing in Master-ji’s arms clad in my blouse and petticoat only. And I could well realize even with my closed eyes that Deepak showed his back to us to keep my sari, as Master-ji grabbed my ample ass cheeks over my petticoat and started feeling them sufficiently. My panty was as usual nonexistent on my buttocks, as it was stuck in my ass crack, and so Master-ji could grab and feel my ass flesh directly. Obviously the pleasure of getting squeezed over my petticoat with my panty covering my ass cheeks was less than directly getting the feel of male hands on my bottom. Hence I was simply elated getting Master-ji’s hands toying with my fleshy buttocks.

I opened my eyes for a split moment and realizing Deepak was coming back quickly closed it and Master-ji also shifted his hands off my round hips to my waist. I kept my head on Master-ji’s shoulder and my jiggling boobs were pressing constantly against his chest. My panty was now all soaked with my vaginal juices and I was getting increasingly horny.

Deepak: Lets take Madam to the bed now.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji: Yes Deepak. You do one thing; hold her legs and I will hold her shoulders.

I felt Deepak touching my feet and in a moment held both my legs and pulled me up from floor. I had now no contact with the ground with Master-ji holding my shoulder area. My back portion and hips were hanging in the air and they slowly took me to the bed. Since Master-ji was just near my head in my hanging position, I could feel my head pushing into his erect penis inside his lungi. Immediately there was goosebump on my whole body and I felt so ashamed within myself to express my inner self to these males. Deepak was holding me directly on my legs below my petticoat and he surely would have realized that I was having goosebump!

I was trying to keep my legs as straight as possible because when Deepak held my legs and raised them off the ground, my petticoat skated up my legs and it was dangerously hanging in the air creating a gap between my legs and its hem. I was honestly to a certain extent afraid and ashamed of a needless upskirt before this young guy. Thankfully, since the bed was only a few feet from where I was standing, I did not get entangled in any further humiliating situation and was laid on bed in supine position with my head resting on a pillow.

Master-ji: Deepak, what do we do now? I am really confused. Shall I call Guru-ji?

Deepak: Master-ji, I have seen a number of fainting cases of my mami in our native village. I think if we sprinkle water on her mouth she might get up.

Master-ji: Bring some water then. But does you mami have this disease?

Deepak: Yes master-ji and she got injured a few times also. Madam’s case seems to be different.

I was listening to them with closed eyes and was expecting water on my face. Deepak probably brought the water and I was unsure who was sprinkling it on my face, but I tried my best not to react to the cold water.

Deepak: Master-ji, seems it’s having no effect on her.

Master-ji: Right. You were telling your mami has this disease. What do her family members do when she fainted?

Deepak: Check her breathing once Master-ji.

I could feel Master-ji took his hand below my nostrils to check my breathing pace.

Master-ji: Deepak, it’s very, very faint.

Listening to that I also stopped my normal breathing in case Deepak double checks me. I was enjoying this small pretending act and was getting a high dose of unexpected thrill from it!

Deepak: Master-ji, then you have to do the first preventive measure, which I had seen in case of my mami also at home.

Master-ji: And what’s that?

Deepak: Pump her chest and I will rub her soles.

Master-ji: Good idea. Lets do that. You rub Madam’s soles.

My heart stopped for a moment. ‘Good idea’ – I corrected in my mind that Master-ji should have said ‘wonderful idea’! I desperately needed some long squeezes of my taut flesh within my blouse. So in the disguise of getting my senses back, Master-ji could now ‘pump’ my chest! I already had hard nipples within my bra expecting his massage on my taut flesh.

Master-ji did not waste a second and grabbed my conical peaks, which were covered in my blouse and brassiere, and started pressing them. In no time, in excitement, Master-ji was virtually mauling my 28-year-old full-sized boobs openly with both hands. Thank God! My eyes were closed. The way he held and crushed my firm breasts, it seemed as if he was pressing two cycle-rickshaw horns with his both palms. I was now gasping for breath and obviously my legs were getting separated and my hips also starting to move.

Never ever in my 28-year-old life, I got this sort of a pleasure where I am lying on bed with my eyes closed and someone massaging my developed breasts freely and I was not making the slightest movement except for clenching my lips. Honestly, my pretending act and Master-ji’s smart moves were filling my heart with a wild enjoyment, adventure, and satisfaction.

Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam is slowly responding. I can feel her legs moving.

Hearing that I was standstill like a stone again trying to conquer all my sexual tingling within my body. Master-ji also realized that and loosened his grip on my mammaries.

Master-ji: Then, let me check her breathing again.

I could feel Master-ji’s finger below my nostrils again. I was obviously breathing heavier than last time, but Master-ji’s reaction was the same to Deepak.

Master-ji: No Deepak, there is not much improvement there. Is her soles cold?

Deepak: Yes Master-ji, somewhat.

Master-ji: Then? What to do next?

Deepak: Once I had seen my mami was given a mouth-to-mouth sucking. You can do that Master-ji?

‘Mouth-to-mouth sucking’ - my God! Will my tailor do that to me? That’s nothing but lip-to-lip kissing in this case. Should I allow him to kiss me? A mere tailor would kiss me! And considering his age, around 60, how would it feel to be kissed by such an aged person?

My queries were answered by my inner self only!

Why not? What’s the harm? He has given me so much pleasure; why not allow him to suck the honey from my lips too. He might be a tailor, but he has already hugged me like my husband and afterall a kiss won’t snatch my womanhood. Why not take all the delights of this pretending escapade?

I mentally got prepared to be kissed by a person of my father’s age.

Master-ji: Certainly I can try and if that can bring back Madam’s senses nothing like it. What’s’ the process of doing that?

With closed eyes I felt Master-ji shifting his position more towards my head. I was certainly progressing towards a climax for sure.

Deepak: Master-ji, you open Madam’s mouth and then suck the air within her mouth and then pump in air from your mouth. Okay?

Master-ji: Okay. Let me try.

Deepak: But continue the chest pumping while doing the mouth-to-mouth breathing. That’s what I remember was done in my mami’s case also.

Master-ji: O… Okay.

It was like opening the floodgate for this 60-year-old man and in a moment I could sense Master-ji’s cold lips brushing my lips. Certainly the man was trembling with excitement. I could almost hear his heartbeats. Master-ji opened my mouth with his hands and started feeling my lower lip with his lips in the pretext of sucking and exhaling air into my mouth. Then he actually started kissing me and I felt his warm tongue was probing my mouth. His saliva was mixing with mine and I was also responding positively by thrusting by lips into his. I soon felt his right hand cupping my right boob and he immediately started milking it. I was certain that this time my blouse hooks would surely break due to the number of times my firm globes were squeezed in this short span of time. My hard and perky nipple was clearly felt by Master-ji’s big palm. He was so sure of its position that even when he was kissing my lips he was pressing it with his thumb every now and then alternating with a tight grab of my right mammary.

Everything at this point was going a bit too far and beyond my control. My whole body had heated up immensely and my breathing accented that only. I was very sure that Deepak could clearly realize that he had to force my legs together to keep them steady, as my natural reaction was making them parted. Did he get the hint from this that I was pretending to be senseless? No, no. Then he would have commented something. I tried my best to be steady, but Master-ji’s heavy breathing on my face, his teeth biting my lips, and his tongue roaming in my mouth were making me feel at heaven. As I was lying on bed with a pillow below my head, I was getting more inclined to think as if I was having a love session with my husband.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Deepak: Any sign of Madam getting back to senses Master-ji?

Master-ji: Aye. Yee… Yes, yes Deepak. She is responding faintly.

Deepak: I also feel her legs are coming to senses.

Master-ji: But she is not fully aware still.

As he talked his lips were brushing my lips and it was such a sexy feeling for me words cannot describe probably. I realized with my eyes closed that Master-ji now lifted his body off my face and also removed his palm from my blouse. I was now actually having pain in my breasts with so many times cupping by Master-ji with my bra fastened on my tight flesh.

Deepak: Master-ji, let us then try now the odour technique.

Odour! What odour I wondered, but in no way could anticipate what Master-ji was up to!

Master-ji: Bah! That’s a cool idea Deepak; why did it not come to my mind?

I realized Deepak now stood up from his sitting position rubbing my soles of the feet.

Deepak: Yes Master-ji. In case of my mami also, I saw that when she was getting to slight senses, the odour technique was applied.

Master-ji: What was your mami smelt when she was senseless?

Deepak: Anything with abnormally pungent odour. But I don’t see anything here of that sort.

Master-ji: Bring your sandals.

Eh! Chi! Chi!
That was obviously my initial internal reaction. I have to smell his sandals now? Should I get up now to avoid that, but I did not get any clue from Master-ji to do so. Hence I had to continue pretending unconscious.

Master-ji: Lets try this first.

I could realize he brought in Deepak’s sandals to my nose. Thankfully did not touch it there, but I did not open my eyes.

Deepak: Master-ji, we need something, which has a repulsive odour.

Master-ji: I have something in mind, but that will not look decent.

Deepak: What?

Master-ji: Leave it.

Deepak: It’s no more a question of decency now. We need to get back Madam to her senses quickly.

Master-ji: Then wait.

I did not hear a sound and was getting quite curious about what was happening. But with my eyes closed I could hardly guess what was going on. What was Master-ji bringing for me to smell?

Suddenly I heard Deepak laughing.

Deepak: That’s not a bad idea.

Master-ji: I have been wearing this banyan (=vest) for the last 2 days, so should be…

I could feel a repulsive smell already, as he neared the vest that he was wearing towards my nose. Definitely it had a disgusting odour of sweat, but not so much to get me up from my ‘senseless’ state. But I made up my mind that next whatever these two bring for me to smell, I would definitely get up and end this acting.

Deepak: Nope. No response.

Master-ji: Just check, if the door is locked or not?

Deepak: Why Master-ji?

Master-ji: Do as I say.

I was also wondering why was he saying that, but at the same time thought that it’s better for me only if the door is locked, otherwise if someone comes and finds me like this – lying in bed only wearing my petticoat and blouse with half of my globes out of my blouse (courtesy Master-ji) with closed eyes and that too in front of two males – surely would be very awkward and bashful for myself.

Deepak: It’s locked.

Master-ji: Okay, this is the last straw then. But am sure Madam will get back her senses smelling this.

He laughed a little, but with my eyes closed I was unable to grasp why he laughed. I heard I heard Deepak laughing too. I was getting immensely curious regarding what was Master-ji up to!

Deepak: Yes, this would surely get her back to life.

I could now smell something pungent, but could not make out what exactly it was, though the smell was not absolutely unfamiliar.

Master-ji: Beta, every married woman knows the smell of this.

Deepak: How Master-ji?

Master-ji: When you will get married, you will also know once you can force your wife to suck it.

My goodness! What’s they talking about! I could now get a skin touch on my nose a hard thing and undoubtedly it was a PENIS. The smell of Master-ji’s lund very near my nose made me feel very guilty initially, but since my body was totally charged up by that time, I started to inhale deeply to get its welcome odour.

I could easily have opened my eyes right now, but I was hypnotized as if by the scent of his cock. I nose could feel wetness from the drops of precum of the penis bulb.

Uhhhhhhhhh! I said to myself. The smell and the touch was enough to take me to a new height of excitement. It is true that I did not get enough delights in sucking my husband’s cock, but in this case I was terribly provoked to take Master-ji’s naked lund in my mouth probably because abruptly in my mind came the scene of Shilpa sucking Guru-ji’s mammoth erect penis. Master-ji most likely read my mind and now he was pressing his erect tool on my nose and cheeks. I was also nodding my head slowly and was responding to his actions. Still I had my eyes closed.

Deepak: Master-ji, you were absolutely correct. See how Madam is responding!

In all probability Master-ji was getting past his control and especially considering his age it was also virtually impossible for him to hold his fluid after such extended foreplays. I felt Master-ji’s fingers parting my lips and opening my mouth forcefully and he readily inserted his erect tool in my mouth. I could realize this was going beyond all limits, but did not want to miss the opportunity to suck a male cock and as my eyes were closed for a long time, honestly, I was not feeling much shyness too.

Master-ji: Aa! Aa! Aaah! Suck, suck, suck more you bitch.

Master-ji was doing the same action in my mouth, as my husband does while fucking me on bed. I took his whole cock in my mouth and was sucking with full vitality. It was smaller in size and thinner too than my husband’s dick, but was enough to take me reach my climax. I could realize that I was now very shamelessly lifting my heavy gaand in rhythmic motion as if I was getting fucked. But honestly I cared a damn for decency at that time and wanted to get the full enjoyment. I was cumming heavily and reached climax now and started moaning also. My panty was soaked completely and I could feel my discharges were even flowing down my smooth thighs. My mouth fucking continued for some moments in presence of Deepak and finally Master-ji flooded my mouth with his semen and actually I was not very prepared for that condition and gulped some of his hot fluid, as if I was in water not knowing swimming.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I could not take it any more and had to resist now; with my tongue I pushed Master-ji’s somewhat limp penis out of my mouth and opened my eyes. Once I opened my eyes, I as if came back to senses in the true sense of it. I did not know what to do or how to react. Master-ji was standing with his lungi on floor and his wet lund in his hand just facing my mouth. I got up immediately from my lying position.

Deepak: Oh! Madam, you got back your senses. Master-ji, she is back to life again. Great!

I was looking absolutely dumbfounded sitting on bed before these two males. I looked down and saw my mangoes were almost out of my blouse and had to adjust them before these males, who were shamelessly looking at me adjusting my brassiere and blouse to hide my jawani. My face was still wet with Master-ji’s semen.

Deepak: You gave us a very hard time to get back to your senses and we were quite scared when you suddenly fainted.

Me: Hmm.

Master-ji: Deepak Beta, give Madam a hanky to wipe her face. I will also clean myself and be back from toilet in a moment.

I also felt the need to go to toilet immediately and clean myself – my face, my pussy, and get rid of my wet panty also.

Me: Master-ji, can I go first?

Master-ji: You will need some time Madam. I will just urinate and be back in a flash.

I reluctantly agreed to him, but desperately needed to pee.

Deepak: I will also urinate.

Master-ji: Come with me. We can go together. Madam, excuse us for a moment.

Both males disappeared within the toilet and they did not even bother to close the door and I could unmistakably hear the sound of their pissing. I could realize things had gone far beyond my control now and now trying to be decent was no use. Before I could think any further, Master-jia and Deepak were both back!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master-ji: Madam, now you can go.

By that time when they were in the toilet I had wiped the thick semen off my mouth and nose and tried to look normal though still was having a racing heart beat and as I tried to get off from the bed, Deepak intervened.

Deepak: Madam, madam, what are you doing?

I was rather surprised at his voice and looked up at him.

Me: Why? What happened?

Deepak: You have just got back your senses Madam. Have you forgotten that for the last 15 to 20 minutes you had been unconscious?

I had to stop as I momentarily forgot that I was pretending to have fainted so long and I could not just get up and start walking normally.

Deepak: My mami also once tried to act smart and within moments fell down and cut her forehead. Surely you won’t like a repeat show here.

Master-ji: Deepak is speaking sense Madam.

I looked at Master-ji with angry eyes, as he very well knew that I was pretending to have a fainting spell, but could not express anything in front of Deepak.

Deepak: Madam, let me hold you and then you try to walk.

I had to agree to his proposal and he readily came forward and held me by my arm and waist. I also pretended that I was feeling a bit dizzy still so that it appeared real to him. I could feel his touches on my waist and I could realize as a female that it was not just helping, he was ‘feeling’ me. Frankly, I was feeling abnormally uncomfortable with my completely soaked panty and my vaginal juice trickling down my thighs within my petticoat. Hence I deliberately took small steps and walked towards the toilet.

Me: Wait, wait. I need to change my pan… I mean err. I need to take the tow… towel.

There was one towel inside the cupboard I knew and hence thought would take a fresh panty along with it so that it does not look too indecent holding only the panty in my hand while going to the toilet. Deepak was constantly holding my hand and waist as I walked or talked. I could now feel Deepak’s grip on my waist was getting firmer. I thought I should not blame this young boy for that, as what he saw in front of his eyes was too erotic, of course, courtesy Master-ji.

As I stooped to get my towel and panty from the cupboard, Deepak released my hand and instead put that also on my waist. So, now both his hands were on my waist over my sari. I of course did not want to allow this man to touch me freely. But the situation was such that I felt like a whore and now after Master-ji, it was this young man’s turn to touch me! I took my things as quickly as possible and went ahead for the bathroom and wanted to get rid off him.

Me: Deepak, I think I am quite okay now. You can release me.

Deepak: No, no Madam. I still vividly remember my mami with a bleeding forehead. That day she also insisted that she could do her things on her own, but resulted in a fall.

Who will make this idiot believe that I was not a patient who had frequent dizziness spells! I had to somewhat surrender to him because afterall his concern for me was genuine, as he had seen his mami suffer, which he was telling time and again.

Me: Okay. So what do you want?

Deepak: Madam, please do not take any chances. I will help you to sit on the floor and will close the door and you call me once you finish your...

Naturally my eyelids lowered to his proposal, but I had no other choice. I just nodded my head in affirmation. As I sat on the toilet floor Deepak held my arms and back and helped me to sit there. It was so awkward for me to sit like that in front of a male and in that posture and the upper portion of my firm boobs were now on display for him. I looked up at him from my squatting posture only to find his eyes looking deep down my blouse. Natural. Which male would miss this chance, I thought!

Me: Thanks. Now you can close the door.

Deepak: Madam, please don’t try to get up on your own. Call me.

I must have been looking absolutely hopeless sitting like that before a man in the toilet without even my sari on my body.

Me: Okay, okay. Now go.

I was getting impatient and was almost on the verge of pissing too! Deepak left the toilet and closed the door behind him. I looked back from my squatting position to see if he had closed the door properly or not.

Oh! My God! The door was half open, but I surely got the noise that he closed it behind him!

Deepak: Madam, this door has a problem. It’s not remaining closed without the bolt. What to do? Let it be like this?

Me: What? I mean… how can that be?

Deepak: I will not come inside till you call. You are safe Madam.

He was offering me to pee with the toilet door open!

Me: No way. Let me close the door.

Deepak pushed the door and was immediately within the toilet again.

Deepak: Madam, don’t get excited or try to get up on your own.

He gently held my shoulders to ensure that I remained in my crouching position and did not get up. As I looked up again at him, I found his shinning eyes looking directly down my blouse and I noted my bra cups were also visible from that vertical angle. I felt like being molested through his eyes.

Deepak: Okay Madam. Let me do one thing. I will hold on to the door in closed position and when you are done, just call me in.

Me: Hmm. Okay, but…

Deepak: Madam, you keep an eye on the door, bas?

I smiled helplessly and Deepak went outside the toilet again closing the door and this time he went outside holding the handle of the door and stood there so that it remained locked.

Deepak: You can go ahead Madam. I am holding the door so that it doesn’t get opened.

I reluctantly said “Okay”.

This was one of the most awkward situations that I had faced in my life. I had to urinate pulling up my dress when I know a male was standing at my toilet door. I immediately got up from my squatting stance and tiptoed to the toilet door to see whether it was properly closed or not. I felt secured when I found that it was properly blocked. I went back to the drain hole and lifted up my petticoat to pull down my panty first. I had to struggle to get rid of my panty, as it was completely wet, and it was getting stuck in my round thighs, but somehow I managed to remove it and instantly sat down to urinate. The hissing sound started and I was feeling so relieved! I waited for the last drops to trickle off my hole and then got up. I was still holding my petticoat bunched up at my waist and hence my butt cheeks and love spot were open.

Me: Aaaaaaaah!