Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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[Joker44]

Table par ab air thick ho gayi thi—sab gamblers ke chehre pe excitement aur tension, aur Dave ki aankhon mein dangerous confidence tha. High-stakes poker shuru ho gaya, chips ka pile table par banta ja raha tha—notes, diamonds, gold watches, aur wild bets ek ke baad ek add hote ja rahe the. Sab log, including Srivalli, ab completely attention me the.

Cocky guy—his name was Mark—poora arrogant swagger ke saath bet par bet laga raha tha. Kabhi Dave ki taraf taunt karta,
“I hope your luck is as good as your taste in women, Dave!”
baaki table hans padti, drinks ke sips lete, sab thrill me.
Srivalli Dave ke bagal mein baithi thi, thoda cramped, ek aur bold businessman ka haath ab bhi uske lap par tha, aur Dave ka arm possessively uski waist ke around. Srivalli forced smile kar rahi thi, lekin uske andar anxiety barhti ja rahi thi—ab yahan main bhi ek bet ka part hoon.
Cards slow motion me distribute hue, sabki eyes on the table—flush, straight, bluff, raise. Srivalli ne Dave ki aankhon mein dekha—full focus, lekin thoda wild bhi. Chips ke pile barhte ja rahe the, har round ke baad table par wild tension.
Mark ne ek aur big bet lagaya,
“All in! And remember, Dave—if I win, just one shot with your goddess.”
Usne phir se Srivalli ki taraf lustful grin diya, uske hand se uski thigh softly squeeze ki.
Dave ne ek hard look Srivalli par dala, phir slow, dangerous smile ke saath,
“Deal’s a deal, Mark. Let’s see if you can handle the stakes.”
Aur Dave bhi all-in chala gaya.
Sab ki saans ruki hui thi, baaki party crowd bhi gather ho gaya, cards slowly open hue—one by one, tense silence me, sab betting chips ki sound, glass ki clink, aur Srivalli ki heartbeat ka shor tha.
Final round—Mark ka hand reveal hua,
“Full house!”
Table pe cheers aur taunt, sab wild ho gaye.
Dave ne calmly apna hand open kiya—
“Straight flush.”
Sab ek pal ke liye silence me chali gayi, phir Dave ke win pe wild applause, whistle, aur laughter—Mark ke face pe disbelief, frustration, lekin rules rules the.
Dave ne Srivalli ki chin gently lift ki,
“See? Told you, goddess—tonight, you’re still mine.”
Uski eyes me relief, thrill, aur possessive victory thi.
Table par chips, money, diamonds bikhre pade the, lekin Srivalli ke liye sabse badi bet uski khud ki freedom thi—aur aaj raat, wo abhi bhi Dave ki possession rahi.
Mark thoda disappointed, lekin awkward laugh ke saath bola,
“Luck’s on your side, Dave. Maybe next time…”
Lounge mein music wapas loud ho gaya, party wild ho gayi—lekin Srivalli ke liye yeh raat ek nayi reality ka intense proof thi: she was just as much at stake as any money on that table.

Emily apne bacho ke saath Jolly ke mansion ke ek cozy room me sofa par baithi thi, TV par animated movie chal rahi thi. Usne ek soft, pale blue frock pehna tha, neckline modest lekin waist par dress thoda tight, shoulder pe uske blonde bal khule hue the. Emily ke chehre par forced smile thi, lekin aankhon mein thakaan aur stress chhupi hui thi. Kids popcorn kha rahe the, kabhi mummy ko hug karte, kabhi movie pe huste.

Emily ka dhyan baar-baar door ki taraf ja raha tha, jaise vo har awaz pe alert ho jati ho. Tabhi Jolly quietly room ke corner mein aaya, usne ek playful, lekin thoda possessive smile ke saath Emily ko dekha. Jolly ne movie ki side glance ki aur soft, almost teasing tone me bola,
“Come, sweetu… bahar chalo, tumhare liye ek kaam hai.”
Emily ne confused, thoda anxious expression ke saath pucha,
“What is it, Jolly? I’m busy with the kids…”
Uske lips thoda tight ho gaye, aankhon mein discomfort tha.
Jolly ne smile ki, lekin uski aankhon mein mischievous glint tha,
“Bas aa jao, surprise hai. Tumhare husband ka kaam ho gaya, ab tum meri ho do mahine ke liye, remember?”
Emily ne helpless look diya, aankhon mein dard ki chamak aa gayi—thoda resistance, lekin Jolly ki authority ke saamne majboori. Jolly ne uska haath pakda, gently but firmly, aur hallway ki taraf le gaya.
Bahar lobby mein ek old, influential looking MLA sofa par baitha tha, white kurta, gold chain, face pe thoda wicked, satisfied smile. Usne Emily ko dekha, aankhon se poora scan kiya aur thoda creepy smile diya.
Emily ne Jolly ke kaan me softly, almost pleading voice me kaha,
“Jolly, I’m not doing this…”
Jolly ne halka sa hans ke, uske cheek par fast, possessive kiss diya aur low, cold voice me bola,
“No choice, darling. Dave got what he wanted—ab tu meri hai. Do as I say, warna tumhare husband ki deal bhi khatam ho jayegi. Just remember, yahan sab rules hamare hain.”
Emily ki aankhen ab poori tarah moist ho gayi, lekin uske paas koi raasta nahi tha. MLA room ki taraf chala gaya, door open kiya.
Jolly ne Emily ka haath tightly pakad kar usko room ke andar push kar diya, door close kiya, aur uski aankhon me dark warning thi. Emily ab andhar, MLA ka samna karne ke liye majboor ho gayi—uski dignity, fear, aur helplessness sab ek pal me uske chehre par dikh rahi thi.
Room mein ab sirf Emily ki silent tears, Jolly ki dark authority, aur ek nayi majboori ka hawa tha.



Emily dheere-dheere, heavy steps ke saath room ke andar gayi. Andar ek grand armchair par woh old MLA baitha tha—white kurta, golden chain, bal safed lekin aankhon mein abhi bhi pura hunger aur authority. Uske lips pe ek twisted smile thi, jaise uske liye yeh sab bas ek purani aadat ho.

Emily ne aankhen jhuka li, body thodi tense ho gayi, hands apne samne fold kiye. Usne apni dignity ko jitna ho sake sambhalne ki koshish ki, lekin uski aankhon mein fear aur bechaini saaf dikh rahi thi.
MLA ne dheere-dheere usko head-to-toe scan kiya, fir ek hand se usko apni taraf bulaya,
“Aao, beti… darne ki zarurat nahi. Yahan sab apne hain. Bahar se bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho, idhar aa jao…”
Emily ek pal ke liye hesitant rahi, lekin Jolly ke threat aur helplessness ke weight mein, usne apne kadam aage badhaye. MLA ne uska haath pakad ke apni taraf khinch liya, uski waist ke around arm daal li, aur softly uske shoulder pe haath rakha.
MLA ne uski eyes mein deep, slow gaze daal kar soft, lekin possessive voice mein bola,
“Bahut dino baad aisi company mili hai. Relax karo, maza lo. Tum jaise log yahan bohot kaam aate hain…”
Emily ki breath shallow ho gayi, lips par forced smile, aankhen moist. MLA ab uske balon ko finger se gently play karne laga, dusre haath se uski bare arm ko slow strokes de raha tha.
Room mein ab sirf old MLA ki heavy breathing, Emily ki anxiety, aur ek dark, silent tension ka hawa tha—jahaan Emily sirf apne paraye hone ka, apni majboori ka saboot ban chuki thi.



MLA ne Emily ko apni taraf aur khinch liya, uska haath ab uski bare back par slide karta hua. Emily ki body stiff thi, aankhen zameen par, lekin MLA ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke apne lips uske cheek par softly rakh diye. Uska breath garam tha, lips thoda dry, lekin usme ek purana, possessive confidence tha.

Emily ne halki si resistance dikhane ki koshish ki, lekin MLA ka grip strong tha. Usne apni ungliyon se Emily ki chin gently lift ki aur uski aankhon mein dekhta hua, slow, forceful style mein uske lips par ek smooch diya. Emily ki aankhen band ho gayi, body aur tense ho gayi, lekin lips par MLA ke rough touch ka pressure mehsoos hota raha.
MLA ne softly uske lips ko bite kiya, fir thoda linger karta raha—ek hand ab bhi uski waist par, dusre haath se uske balon ko side karta hua. Emily ki breath thodi fast ho gayi, mooh se ek halki si helpless whimper nikli, lekin usne protest nahi kiya.
MLA ab uske lips, cheek, aur neck pe slow, possessive kisses chhodta raha—uski breath aur heavy ho gayi, body ab bhi sharm aur dar se thodi stiff, lekin helplessness mein poori tarah trapped.
Room mein ab sirf smooching ki slow sound, Emily ki uneasy breathing, aur MLA ka satisfied sigh sunayi deta tha—Emily ab sirf ek powerless guest thi, apne aap ko majboori mein samarpit karti hui.

[Joker44]

Dave Srivalli ko cruise ke ek ultra-private, luxurious chamber me le gaya. Room ka mahal bilkul royal tha—mahogany walls, golden lights, soft velvet carpets, ek big king-size bed aur ek side par glass wall se ocean ka view. Room me leather couches, expensive decanters, crystal glasses, aur subtle, sensual perfume ki khushboo thi. Sab kuch expensive, seductive, aur secretive lag raha tha.

Chamber ke andar already teen alag-alag men baithe the—ek tall, muscular Arab (dark suit, heavy watch, neatly groomed beard), ek broad-shouldered African (silky shirt, gold chain, strong intense eyes), aur ek stylish Chinese businessman (crisp suit, sharp jawline, aur cold, calculative smile). Teeno ne jaise hi Srivalli ko dekha, unki aankhon me wild excitement chamak uthi—jaise koi rare treat mil gaya ho.

Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye aankhen jhuka li, halki nervousness uski body language me thi, lekin Dave ne usko confidently apni lap par bithaya—apna haath uski bare waist pe rakha, possessive style me.

Room me ek minute ke liye sirf crystal glass ki clink aur men ki soft, dark smiles thi. Fir Arab ne pehli bold comment di,

“Very rare beauty. Worth the wait.”

African ne tease karte hue bola,

“Let’s see how wild Indian goddesses really are.”

Chinese ne slow, cold smile ke saath,

“This is going to be a memorable night.”

Dave ne whisky ka sip lete hue announce kiya,

“Gentlemen, sabko chance milega. Lekin pehle… highest bidder will go first. Bidding shuru karo—Srivalli ke liye!”

Teeno men ek pal ke liye Srivalli ko upar se niche tak scan karte hain, fir bidding bold, eager voices me start hoti hai—Hinglish aur English ka wild mix:

Arab:

“Fifty thousand dollars, I want her first!”

African (thoda laugh ke saath):

“Seventy-five thousand, bhai. Tonight, I’ll take her to Africa in one night!”

Chinese (cold, sharp):

“One lakh dollars. Let’s see if she’s worth every cent.”

Dave thoda smile ke saath, Srivalli ko tight hold karte hue, har bidder ko tease karta—

“Come on, boys, she’s special. Show me how much you want her!”

Bidding aur tez ho jaati hai, har man apni excitement, lust, aur pride dikhate hue, Srivalli ki taraf greedy, hungry gaze ke saath—

Room ab pure forbidden, dark fantasy ka stage ban chuka hai, jahan Srivalli ki nervousness, Dave ki possessiveness, aur men ki wild bidding sab mix ho chuki hai.

Arab ne jab final highest bid jeeti, to uski aankhon mein ek dark pride aur excitement thi. Dave ne Srivalli ki kamar se apna haath hata kar, slow smile ke saath uska haath Arab ko pakda diya. Srivalli ab poori tarah shock me thi—yeh sab itna openly, jaise vo ab kisi deal ki property ho. Uske face par confusion, aankhon mein fear, aur body thodi trembling thi, lekin sabke saamne majboor ho kar Arab ke saath chal gayi.

Arab ne uska haath firm grip me pakda aur usko confidently apni lap par bitha liya. Srivalli ab uski lap me thi, ek dum vulnerable, hair uske shoulders pe bikhar gaye the, deep neckline dress se cleavage thoda aur exposed ho gaya tha. Arab ne ek haath uski bare waist par rakha, aur dusre haath se dheere-dheere uske arm, neck aur thigh ko lightly stroke karne laga—jaise vo koi mehngi trophy ho.

Room me baaki dono—African aur Chinese—ab bhi laughter me, glass raise karte, teasing jokes bolte hue, Srivalli ko openly dekh rahe the.

African (smiling, teasing):

“Don’t break her, brother! Save some fun for us!”

Chinese (cold grin):

“She looks scared. That makes the game even better.”

Dave ne apni drink ka sip liya, aur thoda possessive but cold style me bola,

“Don’t worry, sabko apna time milega. Tonight, everyone gets a taste. Srivalli is all yours, Arab—abhi ke liye.”

Arab ab Srivalli ki body ke saath slowly play kar raha tha—ek haath se uski waist ko squeeze karta, kabhi uski bare thigh pe fingers glide karta, kabhi uske earlobe pe soft nibble. Srivalli ki breath shallow ho gayi, aankhen kabhi Dave, kabhi baaki men ki taraf, lekin vo puri helpless thi—uski dignity ab sabke beech ek auctioned prize ban chuki thi.

Room me wild laughter, glass ki clink, aur forbidden pleasure ki hawa gunj rahi thi—Srivalli ab ek dark, twisted game ka main prize thi, Arab ki lap me, aur har ek man ki hungry gaze us par fix thi.

Srivalli ki aankhen tightly band thi, lips par shaky breath aur mooh se nikalte hue muffled moans. Uski body Arab ki strong grip mein fasi thi, har touch, har squeeze, har bold move par uska andar ka guilt, dard aur majboori ek saath jhalak rahe the.

Uske mind mein ek hi sawal baar-baar ghoom raha tha—Main yahan kaise aa gayi? Main Pushpa ki patni hoon… par aaj sabke saamne, ek aukat mein bik rahi hoon, bas uske liye. Yeh sab seh rahi hoon sirf uski zindagi bachane ke liye.

Jab Arab ki fingers uski panty ke andar aur deep jati gayi, Srivalli ka body helplessly respond karne laga—usko samajh hi nahi aa raha tha ki uska pleasure, pain aur guilt ka mix itna intense kyun hai.

Yeh log mujhe sirf ek possession ki tarah dekh rahe hain… Dave, yeh Arab, baaki sab… kisi ko farq nahi padta ki main andar se kitni tooti hoon. Sabko sirf mera badan chahiye, meri majboori ka maza lena hai.

Ek pal ke liye usko Pushpa yaad aaya—unka pyaar, voh raaten jab vo sirf uski thi, sirf ek pati ki patni. Ab vo uski yaadon ko pakad kar rahi thi, lekin har nayi humiliation, har bold touch usko aur weak kar raha tha.

Bas ek hafta aur… phir Pushpa free ho jayega. Main sab kuch bhool jaungi… main sab kuch bhool hi paungi na? Ya yeh dard, yeh guilt… yeh nasha, yeh aawazen hamesha mere andar gunjti rahengi?

Jab party wale uski moans sun kar tease karte, Srivalli andar hi andar aur chhoti ho jati thi, lekin har second, har humiliating pleasure ke saath vo apne pati ko yaad karti,

Bas Pushpa… bas tere liye…

Uske andar ek broken prayer chal rahi thi—Bhagwan, meri izzat tujhpe chhod di… bas uski jaan bach jaaye.

Aur fir jab Arab ke touch ne uske andar se ek aur moan nikalva liya, Srivalli ne aankhen tightly band kar li, tears silent roll ho gayi, lekin lips se ab bhi broken surrender ki awaaz aati rahi.

Arab ki fingers Srivalli ki chut ke andar wild motion mein thi, har thrust pe uska body poori tarah tremble kar raha tha. Ek sharp, deep thrust ke saath Srivalli ne control lose kar diya—uski chut se ek dam se warm liquid nikal gaya, poori palm aur fingers wet ho gayi. Srivalli ke mooh se ek wild, broken moan nikal gaya,

“Ahhh… oh god…!”

Ye dekh kar poora room laughter aur teasing se goonj utha. Sab men ne openly enjoy kiya,

African:

“Waah, kya wild hai yeh! Yeh toh sabke bas ki baat nahi!”

Chinese:

“I want a taste too! Yeh Indian goddess aaj sab pe bhari hai!”

Arab ne Srivalli ke face ko turn kiya, uske lips par ek rough kiss diya—deep, forceful french kiss, tongue se uska mooh explore karta hua. Phir usne apni fingers, jo ab Srivalli ke cum se completely sticky thi, apne mooh me le jaakar slow, dramatic style me lick kiya—

“Mmm… tasty! Bilkul alag flavor hai.”

Baaki men ab aur bold ho gaye.

Dave (requesting):

“Come on, let the boys have a taste too. Sabko chance milna chahiye!”

Arab ne thoda possessive look diya,

“Aaj ki raat yeh meri hai, samjhe?”

Par crowd ke pressure aur teasing mein, Arab ne thoda chill ho ke bola,

“Fine, ek ek karke try kar lo. Lekin baad mein yeh sirf meri hai.”

Phir usne Srivalli ko unke beech throw kar diya—ab Srivalli puri tarah powerless thi, unke beech, poori dress ka upper part khisak gaya, boobs bilkul bahar aa gaye.

Pehle African ne usko grab kiya, lips par deep french kiss diya—tongue forcefully uske mouth me, dusre haath se boobs ko squeeze karte hue. Srivalli ke mooh se again soft, shaky moans nikal rahi thi, aankhen tears se bhari thi, lekin body ab surrender ho gayi thi.

Chinese ne next uske lips ko wild smooch kiya—long, messy kiss, tongue se lips suck karte hue, dusre haath se nipple pinch kiya. Fir usne head down le jaake Srivalli ke exposed boobs ko mouth me leke suck kiya—loud, wet sounds ke saath, teeth se gentle bite aur tongue se circles,

“Mmm… soft and sweet.”

Sab men ab turn by turn usko french kiss kar rahe the, lips, neck, aur bare boobs pe wild sucking, Srivalli ab completely crowd ki center ban chuki thi.

Finally, Arab ne usko phir se strong grip me liya, eyes me wild possessiveness,

“Ab sirf meri baari hai. Tum sab ho gaye, ab main le jaa raha hoon isse.”

Usne Srivalli ko apni taraf kheench ke, uski bare body ko arms me utha liya aur confidently apne private room ki taraf le gaya—Srivalli ab uske control mein, tears and helplessness ke beech, lekin body poori tarah surrender thi. Room me ab bhi sabki eyes uspar fix thi, lekin ab uski raat Arab ki thi—poora, raw possession ke saath.

Srivalli ke haath ab bhi thode tharthara rahe the, jab Arab ne uska haath pakad kar, sab logon ki beech se nikal kar apne private suite ki taraf le jaana shuru kiya. Corridor ke marble floor par uske high heels ki click, click ki awaaz goonj rahi thi—ek dum sharm, guilt, aur majboori ke beech. Baaki men ab bhi party mein busy the, lekin Srivalli ka dil sirf ek soch mein tha: "Bas ek raat… sab kuch Pushpa ke liye."

Suite ka darwaza khulta hai—golden handle, solid mahogany wood, andar ek dark, royal aura. Ek king-size bed, black satin sheets, warm yellow lights, ek shelf pe expensive liquor, aur dusre kone mein jacuzzi ka soft bubble. Glass wall ke baahar se cruise ka shimmering city view dikh raha tha.

Arab ne andar jaate hi apna coat bed pe daal diya, cuffs kholte hue relax mood mein aa gaya. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi vohi dark hunger tha. Srivalli ab dheere-dheere room ke andar aayi, har corner ko dekhti—mirror mein uska reflection, messy hair, red dress thodi slip ho chuki thi, lips bruised, eyes red—poora chehra ab guilt aur tiredness ka shadow tha.

Arab ne ek glass mein dark rum pour kiya, Srivalli ke paas aaya aur uska chin gently lift kiya, eyes mein possessive thrill.

Arab (soft, firm tone): “Welcome to my paradise, habibti. Tonight, you are mine. You know… I’ve had models, actresses, but tum mein jo asli flavor hai na, woh aur kahin nahi mila.”

Srivalli ne aankhen band ki, ek silent tear uski cheek pe roll ho gayi. Body mein ab resistance nahi, sirf surrender tha.

“Pushpa… main sab kuch tere liye seh rahi hoon. Bas ek raat. Bas ek raat…”

Arab ne uske hair ko side kiya, neck ke nape pe warm kiss diya—slow, claiming, thoda rough. Srivalli ke mooh se ek broken sigh nikla, lips thode shiver kar gaye.

Srivalli (to herself, almost whisper):

“Kar lo jo karna hai… bas mere Pushpa ko kuch na ho…”

Arab ne uske face ko kuch seconds softly dekha—shayad thoda regret, ya sirf power ka thrill. Usne finger se chin trace ki, aur phir gently, magar command ke saath, usse bed ki taraf le gaya.

Arab (almost whisper, dark smile):

“Don’t worry. Aaj ki raat sirf hamari hai. Tumhara Pushpa safe hai… at least for tonight.”

Srivalli slow steps mein, head jhukaye, bed par baith gayi—body ab completely surrender ho gayi thi. Room mein sirf jacuzzi ka bubble, city lights ka reflection, aur curtain ki shadow thi.

Camera cruise ke glass wall ke baahar zoom out karta hai. Andar, curtains dheere-dheere band ho jaate hain—aur us raat ki darkness mein, Srivalli apni taqdeer ko chhup kar, ek aur sacrifice complete kar rahi thi..

[amanmomin]

thanks for the update bro

[Shabaz123]

Awesome hot update bro.... thank you for update...ab regular update dete rahiye ga... story mast ja rahi he.....or srivalli ko full dominat kar ke gaali galoch wali chudai karwao

[Joker44]

Arab ne Srivalli ko bed par gently lete diya, uske baal open ho gaye the, cheeks pe soft tears ki chamak, lips thode parted. Room ka light warm aur dim tha, aur city ki neon glow unke chehre pe slow dance kar rahi thi.
Arab ne apne strong haathon se Srivalli ke body ko explore karna start kiya—pehle uska chin lift kiya, deep eye contact ke saath lips pe ek slow, wet kiss diya. Phir uski neckline pe soft bites liye, nape tak tongue slide karta gaya. Srivalli ki body mein thoda tension, lekin ab resistance khatam ho chuka tha.
Usne Srivalli ke red dress ke straps dheere-dheere utar diye, dress ko waist tak slide kar diya, boobs bare ho gaye. Arab ne uske boobs ko dono haathon se squeeze kiya, ek nipple ko lips me leke suck karna shuru kiya—deep, strong sucks, tongue se tease karta hua. Dusra haath uski bare thigh pe glide karta hua, dress ke neeche chala gaya.
Srivalli ki saanse tez ho gayi, mooh se halki moans—“Mmm… ahhh…”—nikalne lagi, aankhen kabhi band ho jaati, kabhi chhat ko dekhne lagti.
Arab ne thoda wild hoke, Srivalli ki dress completely nikal di, ab sirf uski panties thi. Usne apne lips uski tummy tak slide kiye, belly button pe linger kiya, aur fir panties ke upar se uski chut ko slow, rough rub kiya. Fir suddenly, panties bhi utar di, Srivalli puri nangi bed pe thi.
Usne Srivalli ki legs ko thoda wide kiya, apne haath uski thighs pe strong grip ke saath rakhe, aur apni beard wali jaw uski inner thighs pe rub karte hue, lips ko uski chut tak le gaya. Ek wild arabic style me, usne tongue se lick karna shuru kiya—kabhi fast, kabhi slow, deep circles banate hue, Srivalli ka body arch hone laga.
Srivalli (broken moans):
“Please… aaah… bas…”
Arab ne mooh uthaya, eyes me full control aur desire,
“Tonight, you’re my queen. Aur main tumhe poori tarah feel karwana chahta hoon.”
Phir usne apna lund nikala, strong grip ke saath, Srivalli ke upar aakar, uski chut pe rub kiya—fir ek strong, deep thrust ke saath andar daal diya. Srivalli ki body shock se hil gayi, mooh se wild moan nikla—“Aahhh!”—aur arab ne pure wild, raw rhythm me fuck karna start kiya. Kabhi uski legs upar fold karta, kabhi side me twist karta, kabhi usko utha ke apni godi me le leta.
Room me ab sirf skin ki slap sound, Srivalli ke loud moans, aur arab ki wild, masculine breathing gunj rahi thi. Kabhi usne Srivalli ke hands ko head ke upar pakad liya, kabhi uske boobs ko rough squeeze karta, kabhi lips par possessive bite deta.
Arab (whisper, wild tone):
“You’re mine tonight… sirf meri…”
Srivalli ab pura surrender thi, body poori tarah wild rhythm me, pleasure aur pain ka mix, tears bhi, lekin moans bhi. Arab usko har angle se, pure arabic style me, rough aur wild tarike se enjoy kar raha tha—ek raat, ek deal, ek dark memory jo Srivalli kabhi bhool nahi paayegi.




Arab ne bed ke side table se ek shimmering, sexy Arabic dress nikali—golden sheer fabric, deep cuts, kamar pe chain, aur ek royal princess-style crown. Usne Srivalli ko softly guide kiya,
"Habibti, wear this for me. Tonight, you're my desert queen."
Srivalli ne halki sharam ke saath, apni body par woh sheer Arabic dress pehni—dress ke neeche kuch nahi, bas golden chains aur fabric uske curves ko highlight kar rahe the. Usne crown apne balon me set kiya, ek dum Arabian princess jaisi lag rahi thi—eyes me ab bhi thoda nervousness, lekin ek royal shine.
Arab ne usko bed par fir se bithaya, dress ki chains ko side slide kiya, aur Srivalli ko doggy style me lita diya—her knees on the satin sheets, arms forward, back arched, crown uske baalon me glitter kar raha tha. Arab ne uski kamar ko strong grip se pakad ke, apna lund chut pe rub kiya, fir ek hi thrust me deep andar daal diya.
Srivalli ki mooh se loud, broken moan nikli—
“Aaaah… ohh…!”
Arab ne wild rhythm shuru ki—deep, powerful thrusts, kabhi slow aur tease karte, kabhi fast aur rough.
“Yes… that’s it, habibti… you were made for this…”
Uski voice me possessiveness aur nasha tha.
Srivalli ka guilt dheere-dheere melt hone laga—uski body ab pleasure aur thrill me surrender ho gayi thi. Moans ab aur heavy ho gayi,
“Oh god… yesss… deeper… please!”
Arab ne uski back pe slow kisses diye, kabhi uski kamar pe chain ko pull karta, kabhi hair ko grab karta,
“You’re my princess tonight… meri desert queen… so wild, so sweet…”
Fir usne Srivalli ko flip kiya—missionary position me, legs wide, dress ab thodi slide ho chuki thi, boobs aur crown dono shine kar rahe the. Arab ne ek hand se uski thighs ko pakad ke, dusre haath se boobs squeeze kiye, aur aur bhi hard thrusts ke saath andar jaane laga.
Room me ab sirf slapping sound, wild breathing, aur Srivalli ki heavy, hungry moans thi.
Srivalli ki aankhen ab pleasure se band thi, uske lips parted, body arch hoti ja rahi thi.
“Harder… don’t stop… yeh… aaah…”
Arab ne usko fir princess crown pakad ke, uske lips pe deep kiss diya, fir usko cowgirl style me upar la diya. Srivalli ab khud Arab ki lund pe ride kar rahi thi—ab uski guilt puri tarah gayab ho gayi thi, ab sirf pleasure aur thrill tha.
Arab ne uski kamar ko hold kiya,
“Ride me, queen… show me your wild side!”
Srivalli ne khud ko pura aazad chhod diya, wild rhythm me, moaning, heavy breathing, pure surrender aur pleasure ke saath—ek Arabian raat, ek wild memory jo uski body aur dimaag pe hamesha ke liye nasha chhod gayi.
Room ab sirf unke moans, skin slap, aur pleasure ki wild awaazon se goonj raha tha. Srivalli, ek raat ke liye, apne sab dard aur guilt se pare, sirf apne pleasure aur freedom me jee rahi thi.






Arab ka speed ab wild ho gaya—thrusts deep, fast, aur pure animalistic. Srivalli ab loud moan kar rahi thi, bed ki satin sheets uske nails se crumple ho gayi thi.
“Yes, habibti… yahi… ohhh!”
Arab ne ek last, powerful thrust ke saath pura climax Srivalli ke andar kiya. Srivalli ka body ab poori tarah se tired, breathless, aur trembling thi.
Arab thodi der tak uske upar leaned raha, heavy breathing ke saath, fir gently uski chin lift ki,
“Princess, now clean your king.”
Uski awaaz me ek royal, possessive command thi.
Srivalli dheere-dheere uthi, ab poori tarah nangi, golden crown ab bhi baalon me, body pe har jagah wild marks aur sticky cum ka nasha tha. Usne Arab ka lund gently apne haath me liya, apni jeeb se saaf karna shuru kiya—slow, sensual licks, tongue se base se tip tak sab kuch clean karti rahi, jaise ek obedient Arabic princess ho. Arab uski taraf dekh kar satisfied smile karta raha, uske baalon me fingers chalata hua.
Saaf karne ke baad, Srivalli thak kar bed pe gir gayi—nangi, exhausted, skin pe unknown man ka cum, breath ab bhi fast, aankhen half-closed, body sticky, lekin ab uski aankhon me sirf surrender aur ek ajeeb si sukoon thi. Room me ab sirf city lights ka glow, aur Srivalli ki silent, broken breath gunj rahi thi—ek aisi raat jo uske dil pe hamesha ke liye chhap gayi.



Srivalli nangi bed par leeti thi, uske baal khule, body pe abhi bhi Arab ke wild night ka asar, skin par red marks aur sticky wetness, aankhen ceiling par—dil mein ek ajeeb si khaali, thak chuki feeling.
Uske andar ka guilt, pain, aur broken dignity ek saath surface pe aa raha tha.
“Main kaun ho gayi hoon? Kal tak sirf Pushpa ki sharmili, loyal patni thi… aaj ek anjaane aadmi ke bed par, kisi ki possession, kisi ki trophy ban gayi hoon…”
Aankhon se silent tears nikal aaye, cheek pe roll ho gaye. Srivalli ne apne haath se unhe pochne ki bhi koshish nahi ki—wo thak chuki thi, shayad ek pal ke liye apne dard ko feel karne de rahi thi.
Lekin fir bhi, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si himmat thi—“Mujhe ye sab bardasht karna hi padega. Pushpa ke liye, uski zindagi ke liye, main apna sab kuch qurbaan kar sakti hoon.”
Arab uske paas chadar par let kar, raat ki light mein uski bare body ko quietly admire kar raha tha. Uska haath Srivalli ke bare thighs pe slide ho raha tha, phir dheere se uski pussy ke upar, jaise apni possession ko fir se claim kar raha ho. Srivalli ki aankhen ab bhi moist thi, lekin body ne resistance chhod diya tha, ab sirf ek broken surrender bacha tha.
Arab ne uski pussy ko slow, teasing touch diya, kabhi thumb se clit ko rub karta, kabhi fingers se fold trace karta—ek possessive, calm authority ke saath, jaise uska haq ho. Srivalli ne aankhen band ki, halki si trembling breath ke saath, ek pal ke liye apne aap ko us darkness me kho diya.
Room me ab sirf city ki soft neon glow thi, Srivalli ke tears, aur ek new reality—ek raat, ek sacrifice, ek majboori...
But somewhere deep inside, Srivalli ab bhi apne Pushpa ke liye strong rehne ki kasam khud se dohra rahi thi.

Arab ne apni elbows bed par rakh ke Srivalli ki taraf dekha, eyes me fir se desire chamak uthi thi. Uska haath ab bhi uski bare thighs par tha, kabhi kabhi uski pussy ke upar light stroke karta hua. Usne thoda chest expand karke, ek proud, royal tone mein boast karna shuru kiya:
Arab (smirking, royal attitude):
“Do you know who I am, habibti? I am not just a businessman. I am a prince—pure blood, royal lineage. Mere jaise logon ke paas power hai, paisa hai, aur sab kuch control mein hai. Aur mujhe tum jaisi women bohot pasand hain—beautiful, wild, real.”
Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye aankhen band ki, tears ab bhi moist the, lekin ab uski soch shift ho rahi thi. Usne andar hi andar socha,
“Yahi mauka hai. Pushpa ki zindagi ke liye mujhe kuch bhi karna padega. Ye prince, ye uske dosto ka circle… agar maine unko apni taraf kar liya, toh mujhe support mil sakta hai. Ye log powerful hain, sirf mujhe apna sab kuch daav par lagana hoga…”
Uski aankhon me thoda dard ab bhi tha, lekin us dard ke neeche ab ek nayi himmat bhi jag gayi thi—ek plan. Srivalli ne Arab ki taraf thoda bold eye contact banaya, lips pe halki si mysterious smile laayi, body ko thoda confidently stretch kiya, jaise ab wo bhi is khel ka hissa ho.
Srivalli (soft but determined voice):
“Prince, aap jaise powerful log ke saath raat guzarna kisi bhi aurat ke liye sapne jaisa hai. Shayad main bhi aapko kuch naya sikha sakti hoon…”
Arab uski new confidence aur charm pe clearly impressed tha. Uski aankhon me excitement aur possessive pride aur bhi strong ho gayi.
Ab Srivalli ne apne dard ko ek weapon bana liya tha—apni body, apna charm, apni vulnerability. Ab uska plan tha ki is prince ke through, aur iske powerful network se, woh Pushpa ko bachane ki poori koshish karegi.
“Ab main kamzor nahi, is game ki player banungi—Pushpa ke liye, apne future ke liye.”
Raat ab ek nayi direction me ja rahi thi—aur Srivalli, ab poori tarah ready thi apne dard ko power mein badalne ke liye.

Srivalli ne andar hi andar apna plan tayar kiya. Ab usne guilt aur bechaini ko thoda side rakh diya aur apni aankhon me ek nayi chamak, ek nayi confidence laayi. Usne Arab prince ki taraf dheere se dekha, apni aankhen uski aankhon se milayi—iss baar koi sharm nahi, bas ek soft, seductive smile.
Bed par naked bethi, usne apni body thodi stretch ki, apni bare thighs pe ungli se halka sa circle banate hue, jaise apne aap ko invite kar rahi ho. Prince ka gaze uski body pe stuck ho gaya—uska interest ab aur badh gaya tha.
Srivalli ne apne balon ko dheere se shoulder se peeche kiya, aur thoda close hoke prince ke chest par apne soft lips se ek gentle kiss diya. Phir uske ear ke paas jaake, thoda seductive, thoda broken voice me boli,
“You like women who surrender to you, right? Toh aaj main poori tarah sirf tumhari hoon… jaise tum chaho, jaisa tum chaho.”
Usne prince ke hand ko apne chest pe le jaakar gently press kar diya, aur apne lips se uski jawline pe slow kisses dene lagi. Body ko soft, seductive movements me twist karti, kabhi uski thighs ko apne legs se squeeze karti, kabhi lips se uski neck pe playful bites deti—uski aankhon me ab sirf ek nasha tha.
Prince ab poori tarah Srivalli ki wild, bold adaaon me kho gaya—uska haath ab Srivalli ki back, waist, aur hips pe freely move kar raha tha, voice me deep desire,
“You’re truly a rare beauty, my queen. I can give you anything you want.”
Srivalli ne dheere se uske ear me whisper kiya,
“Bas ek cheez chahiye… mera Pushpa safe ho. Tumhara saara nasha, saara haq—main tumhe sab kuch de dungi.”
Ab Srivalli ka seduction plan kaam kar raha tha—wo prince ke ego, uski power aur desire ko poora ignite kar rahi thi, uski adaaon, touch, aur surrender se.
Room me ab ek naya game shuru ho gaya tha—jahan Srivalli apne husn aur himmat se apna haq, apna deal, aur Pushpa ki zindagi ko bachane ke liye poori tarah se ready thi.

Srivalli ne ab apni aankhon mein pure seduction bhar li, guilt aur hesitation sab side mein rakh diya. Arab prince ke saamne wo ab ek bold, wild lover thi—apna plan poora focus ke saath chala rahi thi.
Prince ne apna lund nikaala, hard and throbbing, uske chehre ke samne. Srivalli ne bina ek second soche, uski eyes mein deep eye contact banate hue, slow motion mein uska lund apne lips ke beech le liya.
Pehle tip ko slow, teasing licks—tongue se circle banate hue, phir dheere-dheere pure shaft ko mouth mein le liya. Uska hand prince ke thighs pe, lips tight grip mein, tongue se sab kuch wet aur slippery bana diya.
She sucked him deep, slow, lekin har motion mein ek wild passion thi—kabhi fast, kabhi slow, kabhi tip pe tongue se tease karti, kabhi pura deep throat le leti. Prince ka haath Srivalli ke baalon mein, thoda push karta, thoda stroke karta—lekin Srivalli ab poori tarah se control mein thi.
Uski mooh se wet, sloppy sounds nikal rahi thi, eyes prince ki aankhon mein, uske pleasure ka thrill dekhti hui. Har time wo deep jaati, uska lund uske throat tak chala jata, prince ki body shiver kar uthti.
Prince, jo ab tak duniya ki har luxury enjoy kar chuka tha, Srivalli ki yeh wild, hungry blowjob se literally addicted ho gaya.
“Oh god… Srivalli… I’ve never… you’re something else…”
Uske lips se bas groans, breathless moans, aur wild pleasure ke sounds nikal rahe the.
Srivalli ne ab apni speed badha di—wild, fast, thoda messy, saliva uske lips aur chin pe, lekin uske eyes mein ek victorious nasha tha. Pushpa ke liye… main yeh bhi kar sakti hoon.
Prince ka body tense ho gaya, ab wo almost lose control hone ko tha—Srivalli ki talent, uski wildness, aur uska pure surrender dekh kar prince fully addicted ho chuka tha.
Room mein ab sirf skin slap, wet sucking sound, aur prince ke moans gunj rahe the—Srivalli ab har kisam se us prince ko apni control mein kar chuki thi.

Srivalli ab aur bhi bold ho gayi. Blowjob ke baad, usne prince ki aankhon me deep seductive look diya, aur apne lips se uska lund slow kiss karte hue, body ko thoda side twist kiya.
Ab wo apna naked ass uske lund pe gently rub karne lagi—pehle thoda slow, teasing motion me, fir thoda fast, jaise prince ko pura crazy karna ho. Uska soft, round ass prince ke lund pe glide karta, kabhi tip ko apne folds ke beech press karti, kabhi thoda upar slide kar deti. Prince ki saans aur tez ho gayi, aankhon me wild hunger aane laga.
Srivalli ke dimaag me ek pal ke liye guilt aayi, yeh toh ab tak sirf Pushpa ke liye sacred tha… lekin aaj main sab kuch daav pe laga rahi hoon, sirf Pushpa ke liye, is prince ko apna sab kuch de rahi hoon.
Usne softly, thoda whisper karte hue prince ke ear me kaha,
“Aaj raat sab kuch tumhara hai… even woh cheez jo abhi tak kisi ko nahi mili… aaj tum mere liye sab kuch ho.”
Prince ne Srivalli ke waist ko tight pakad liya, uska lund ab uske ass ke beech rub ho raha tha, aur uski eyes me full possessive victory thi. Srivalli ab poori tarah surrender thi—apne sabse sacred part ko bhi prince ke liye ready kar rahi thi.
Ab us raat, Srivalli ka ass bhi us prince ki property ban gaya—aur Srivalli ne apne dard, guilt, aur love sab kuch Pushpa ki freedom ke liye daav par laga diya.


Prince ne apna lund Srivalli ke tight hole ke upar position kiya, thoda sa pressure daala toh Srivalli ka body automatically tense ho gaya. Uski aankhon mein pain aur excitement ka mix tha. Prince ne ek hand se uski kamar pakad li, dusre se apne lund ko guide karta hua dheere se uske andar daalna start kiya.
Pehle tip andar jaate hi Srivalli ke mooh se ek sharp, broken moan nikli—
"Ahhh… oh god… dard ho raha hai…"
Uske liye yeh experience bilkul naya aur intense tha. Prince ka lund dheere-dheere poora andar chala gaya—Srivalli ki body stretch hoti hui, aankhen tightly band, lips par pain aur surrender ka nasha.
Prince ki saans tez ho gayi, lips se pleasure ka groan nikal aaya—
"Ohhh… so tight… yeh toh bilkul next level hai…"
Kuch seconds ke liye Prince ne dheere dheere thrust kiya, Srivalli ka body adjust hone laga, pain dheere dheere pleasure mein badalne laga. Srivalli ne halki moaning ke saath prince ke waist ko pakad liya—
"Aah… thoda dheere…"
Lekin Prince ab control mein nahi tha. Usne apni speed badha di, ab har thrust deep aur wild tha.
"Yesss… Srivalli… you feel amazing…!"
Room mein ab skin ki slap sound, Srivalli ki painful but needy moans, aur prince ki wild breathing goonj rahi thi. Srivalli ab pain aur pleasure ke beech lost thi—uska ass prince ke lund se pura stretch ho raha tha, mooh se aawazein nikal rahi thi,
"Ohhh… ahh… please… slow… aahh…"
Prince ab pura enjoy kar raha tha—uske liye yeh raat, Srivalli ka body, uska goal… sab kuch ek nayi fantasy ban gaya tha.

Prince ne Srivalli ki kamar ko dono haathon se tight pakad liya, uska lund ab poora uske andar tha—pehli baar ka wild, forbidden feeling dono ke faces pe likha tha. Srivalli ka ass abhi bhi stretch ho raha tha, uski body thodi trembling, eyes tightly band, lips parted, saans tez ho gayi thi.
Prince ne dheere-dheere thrust karna start kiya—pehle slow, jaise usko feel kar raha ho, uski tightness ko enjoy karta hua. Srivalli ki aankhon me abhi bhi thoda dard tha, har movement par uske lips se ek broken moan nikal jati thi,
“Aahh… mmm… thoda dheere… please…”
Lekin Prince ki excitement badh rahi thi. Usne apna speed badha diya, ab har thrust deep aur fast tha. Srivalli ke hips bed ke satin sheets pe slide ho rahe the, uska ass Prince ke lund ke forceful thrusts par echo kar raha tha—room mein wet slapping ki awaaz, prince ki wild breathing, aur Srivalli ki helpless, mixed moans:
“Oh god… ohh… ahhh…”
Prince apni fantasy mein pura lost ho gaya—ek hand se usne Srivalli ke hair ko pakad liya, dusre se uski back pe slide karta hua, uske shoulder ko thoda nibble kiya.
“Tum sach mein meri wildest dream ho… itni tight… so hot… Srivalli…”
Srivalli ka body ab dheere-dheere adjust hone laga, pain ab pleasure mein melt hone laga. Uski aankhon me tears ab bhi the, lekin body ab surrender kar chuki thi. Kabhi Prince slow karta, kabhi fir se speed up kar deta, har thrust ke saath Srivalli ki moaning aur wild ho jati.
Prince ne apni finger Srivalli ke clit pe gently rub karni shuru ki—taaki uska pain kam ho aur pleasure aur intense ho jaaye. Srivalli ne apne hips thoda push back kiye, ab uska mooh khula tha, eyes pleasure se half-closed,
“Haan… please… aur… ahh…”
Prince ab ek dum wild ho gaya—deep, fast thrusts, kabhi Srivalli ke ass ko slap karta, kabhi uski back ko lick karta, kabhi uske ear me hot breath ke saath whisper karta,
“You’re mine… sirf meri…”



Arab prince ab poori raat Srivalli ko enjoy kar raha tha—kabhi usko wild doggy style mein, kabhi missionary, kabhi uski thighs ko wide kar ke deep thrusts ke saath, kabhi apni lap par bitha kar uske boobs ko squeeze karta hua. Har angle, har position, har bold fantasy prince us par try kar raha tha.
Srivalli bhi, ab pura surrender ho chuki thi. Kabhi wo pain, kabhi pleasure, kabhi deep moaning, kabhi soft sighs—lekin Prince ko full support kar rahi thi, jaise uski fantasy ki real-life rani ho. Wo prince ko tightly hug karti, apne nails uske back par chalati, kabhi uski aankhon me aankhen daal kar passionate kiss deti, kabhi uski body ko aise twist karti ki Prince aur wild ho jaye.
Prince ki awaaz bar-bar goonj rahi thi,
“Habibti, you are amazing… tum jaisi aurat maine kabhi nahi dekhi. You make me crazy…”
Room me skin slap, wild moans, aur messy pleasure ki awaaz raat bhar gunjti rahi. Prince kabhi uski pussy, kabhi ass, kabhi boobs, kabhi lips—har jagah Srivalli ko pura possessive style me claim karta raha.
Finally, poori raat ke baad, jab dono thak kar gir gaye, Prince ne Srivalli ko apni baahon me khinch liya. Srivalli ab totally exhausted, messy, aur sticky thi, lekin Prince ke strong arms me safe feel kar rahi thi.
Uske chehre pe half-smile thi, aankhen bandh, body ab sirf Prince ki warm hug me relax ho gayi. Prince ne uske forehead pe soft kiss diya,
“Tonight, you are truly mine…”

Subah hone par, Srivalli abhi bhi bed par thi, body thodi sore, lekin aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi. Prince ne fresh hot shower leke, royal style mein ek velvet box uske paas laya. Box kholte hi usme wahi royal crown tha, jo raat bhar Srivalli ke baalon mein tha, aur ek sparkling diamond necklace.
Prince ne gentle smile ke saath woh crown Srivalli ke baalon par fir se set kiya, aur necklace uski neck me pehna diya,
“Aaj se yeh tumhari pehchaan hai, meri raat ki rani.”
Srivalli ne prince ki aankhon me dekha, ek pal ke liye guilt aur majboori sab kuch bhool gayi. Usne slow, passionate kiss prince ke lips par diya—full surrender aur gratitude ke saath. Kiss ke baad usne prince ke haath ko softly hold kiya, uski aankhon me thankfulness aur ek nayi umeed thi.
Prince ne apni pocket se ek gold-plated card nikala, uspar apna personal number likh kar Srivalli ke haath me de diya,
“This is my direct number. Agar tumhe kabhi bhi kuch chahiye, ya help chahiye—just call me. No questions, no limits.”
Phir prince ne uske forehead pe ek soft kiss diya, aur slow steps me royal suite se bahar chala gaya, apne guards ko signal karte hue.
Srivalli ab bed par crown aur diamond necklace ke saath bethi thi—ek raat ne uski zindagi aur taqdeer dono badal diye the. Aur ab uske haath me ek naya power tha—prince ka personal number, ek silent promise ke saath.

[Joker44]

Dusri jagah, Jolly ke haveli ke ek private bedroom mein, old MLA Emily ko doggy style mein le raha tha. Emily ka body bed par lean tha, uske blonde baal messy, cheek par red marks, aur uska face bed ki side thoda pressed tha. MLA ne apne hands uski kamar pe tight grip me rakhe hue the, ek possessive, raw power ke saath thrust kar raha tha.

Emily ke mooh se slow, broken moans nikal rahe the,
“Ahh… please… slow…”
lekin MLA ab apni wild fantasy mein pura lost tha. Har thrust ke saath room mein skin slap ki loud awaaz goonj rahi thi, aur Emily ka body bed ke sheets pe slide hota jaa raha tha.
MLA ki heavy breathing, Emily ke wild, helpless moans, aur bed ke headboard ki thap-thap—ye sab bedroom ka mahaul pura intense, raw, aur passionate bana rahe the. Kabhi MLA Emily ke back pe lean hoke uske neck ko lick karta, kabhi uske hair ko thoda pull karta, lekin har second uske control aur desire ko dikhata tha.
Room ki light thodi dim thi, Emily ki fair skin aur uske bare back pe red streaks clearly dikh rahi thi. MLA ka face pure satisfaction aur pride se glow kar raha tha, jaise usne koi badi jeet haasil kar li ho.
Emily, puri tarah se exhausted, lekin still giving in—apne husband Dave ke deal ke liye, us night ko endure kar rahi thi. Her body wild movement mein, lekin mind ek ajeeb guilt aur helplessness se bhara hua tha.
Agar aap is scene ka agla part, Emily ke emotions, ya MLA ka dialogue chahte hain toh bata sakte hain.



Emily ne, doggy style mein, bed par lean karte hue, apne aankhon mein aansu le aaye. Uske mooh se broken, pleading awaaz nikal rahi thi,

"Please… slow down… it’s too much, mujhe hurt ho raha hai… please, stop…"
Lekin MLA ab apni wildness mein tha, usne Emily ki baat pe dhyan nahi diya. Thrusts aur tez ho gaye, uske grip aur tight ho gaye. Emily ki body bed par hil rahi thi, uski saansen fast ho gayi, lekin usne helplessly headboard pakad liya.
Kuch hi der mein, MLA ka climax aa gaya. Usne ek deep thrust ke saath andar hi cum kiya, phir jaldi se apna lund bahar nikala aur Emily ke face ke paas le aaya.
"Ab, clean karo! Saaf karo sab kuch, samjhi?"
Emily ne aansu pochte hue, mooh khola aur slowly uska lund apne lips ke andar le liya. Dheere-dheere saaf karte hue, usne MLA ki taraf aankhon mein sharm aur majboori ke mix ke saath dekha.
MLA ne satisfied hoke uske hair me haath dala,
"Good girl, waise hi karo jaise sikhaya hai. Tum foreign waali ho, par sab kuch seekh gayi ho."
Emily ne apni dignity sambhalte hue, quietly aur patience ke saath sab kuch saaf kiya, tears silent roll ho gaye lekin usne kuch nahi bola—bas sab kuch bardasht karti rahi.



Old MLA ne jab Emily ko saaf karwa diya, toh usne uske chehre pe gentle—lekin possessive—kiss diya. Emily ke aankhon se ab bhi aansu beh rahe the, uski body weak aur exhausted thi, aur wo silently ro rahi thi, lekin MLA ne usko apni baahon me khinch liya, almost jaise uski dard ka maza le raha ho.

MLA ne ek haath se Emily ke hair me fingers chalaye, dusre haath se uski bare back ko softly stroke kiya, uske ears ke paas low, husky awaaz me bola,
"Rone ki zarurat nahi, gori mem. Yeh sab toh zindagi ka part hai… bohot ache se nibhaya tumne."
Emily ke tears rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the, usne apna face MLA ke chest pe chhupa liya, lekin voh abhi bhi uske body ke parts ko slow touch se play karta raha—jaise uska khud ka khilona ho.
Kuch der baad, jab MLA ka mood cool ho gaya, toh usne apne kapde pahne, hair ko thoda fix kiya, aur ek aur proud, victorious smile ke saath room se bahar nikal gaya.
Bahar corridor me Jolly khada tha, ek hand pocket me, dusre me drink ka glass. MLA ne uski taraf satisfied smile ke saath dekha aur handshake karte hue bola,
"Thank you, beta. Tumne toh kamaal kar diya… aisi gori madam, waah! Kaash har politician ki life me aisi suvidha ho. Kabhi bhi bulana ho, mujhe yaad kar lena."
Jolly ne fake polite smile ke saath sir hilaya,
"Bas aap khush rahiye, yahi hamari kismet hai."
MLA ne ek last victorious look diya aur corridor se nikal gaya, peeche Emily ab bhi bed par exhausted, roti hui, apni dignity ko sambhalte hue, aur Jolly ka dil ab bhi cold power aur control ki satisfaction se bhara hua tha.



Old MLA ne jab Emily ko saaf karwa diya, toh usne uske chehre pe gentle—lekin possessive—kiss diya. Emily ke aankhon se ab bhi aansu beh rahe the, uski body weak aur exhausted thi, aur wo silently ro rahi thi, lekin MLA ne usko apni baahon me khinch liya, almost jaise uski dard ka maza le raha ho.

MLA ne ek haath se Emily ke hair me fingers chalaye, dusre haath se uski bare back ko softly stroke kiya, uske ears ke paas low, husky awaaz me bola,
"Rone ki zarurat nahi, gori mem. Yeh sab toh zindagi ka part hai… bohot ache se nibhaya tumne."
Emily ke tears rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the, usne apna face MLA ke chest pe chhupa liya, lekin voh abhi bhi uske body ke parts ko slow touch se play karta raha—jaise uska khud ka khilona ho.
Kuch der baad, jab MLA ka mood cool ho gaya, toh usne apne kapde pahne, hair ko thoda fix kiya, aur ek aur proud, victorious smile ke saath room se bahar nikal gaya.
Bahar corridor me Jolly khada tha, ek hand pocket me, dusre me drink ka glass. MLA ne uski taraf satisfied smile ke saath dekha aur handshake karte hue bola,
"Thank you, beta. Tumne toh kamaal kar diya… aisi gori madam, waah! Kaash har politician ki life me aisi suvidha ho. Kabhi bhi bulana ho, mujhe yaad kar lena."
Jolly ne fake polite smile ke saath sir hilaya,
"Bas aap khush rahiye, yahi hamari kismet hai."
MLA ne ek last victorious look diya aur corridor se nikal gaya, peeche Emily ab bhi bed par exhausted, roti hui, apni dignity ko sambhalte hue, aur Jolly ka dil ab bhi cold power aur control ki satisfaction se bhara hua tha.



Emily, bed par exhausted aur abhi bhi aansu pochte hue, Jolly ke room me aayi—uski aankhon me gussa, beizzati, aur dard sab saaf dikh raha tha. Usne shaky voice me, gusse se teeth grind karte hue bola,

“What the hell, Jolly? I’m not your toy! Dave ne mujhe tumhare liye diya tha, poore sheher ke liye nahi! Tumne mujhe kis kism ki cheez bana diya hai? Main koi item nahi hoon, main insaan hoon—aur tumhe koi haq nahi mujhe is tarah use karne ka!”
Uski aankhon me intense anger aur helplessness thi, lips tremble ho rahe the, lekin Emily ab chhup nahi rahi thi.
“You promised it was only for you, not for these old creeps. This is not what I agreed for, Jolly! Main tumhe curse karti hoon—ek din tumhein bhi apni aukaat ka pata chalega!”
Emily ne apne kapde jaldi-jaldi pahne, aankhon se girte aansuon ko wipe kiya, aur Jolly ko ek last, furious glare dekar room se bahar nikal gayi, andar hi andar apni izzat aur haq ki ladai ladte hue.



Jolly Emily ke gusse ko dekh ke bas has pada, uski aankhon me ek twisted maza tha. Usne Emily ko forcefully apni taraf khinch liya, uske lips par ek possessive, mocking kiss diya aur phir uske kaan ke paas low, cold awaaz me bola:

"Oh Emily, itna drama mat karo. Tumhare Dave ne meri Srivalli ko le rakha hai—abhi tak use apni marzi se, jaise chahe, use kar raha hai. Toh jab tak tum yahan ho, tumhe bhi meri har baat maanna padega, samjhi? Tum koi princess nahi ho—yahan sirf meri property ho. Jo main bolu, wahi karna padega. Tumhe yahan sirf enjoy nahi kiya jayega, balki tumhe sabka entertainment banna padega."
Jolly ne phir se uska chin pakad kar ek cold, teasing smile di,
"Agle din se pehle apne dimaag me yeh baat bitha lo. Tum yahan sirf meri ho, samjhi?"
Emily ki aankhon me ab bhi gussa aur helplessness tha, lekin Jolly uske dard ka maza le raha tha—aur uski authority ko har pal mehsoos karwana chahta tha.

[Joker44]

Kaveri, Pushpa ki bhanji, abhi abhi 18 ki hui thi—magar uski personality mein ek natural confidence, ek rural glamour, aur ek innocent teasing tha jo har jagah attention kheench leta. Uski height medium thi, lekin poori body slim, toned, aur perfectly balanced curves ke saath. Waist ekdum narrow, hips thode round—Andhra village ki ladki ka asli modern version.


Aaj Kaveri ne ek bold magenta cotton kurti pehni thi—jo upper body pe tight fit thi, neckline thodi deep, lekin natural grace ke saath. Kurti ke upar golden thread ka subtle kaam tha, aur kurti ke side slit se slim waist ka glimpse milta tha. Neeche black leggings—skin ke saath hug hoti hui—uski lambi, shapely legs ko highlight kar rahi thi.
Uske shoulders par khule, straight, dark baal gir rahe the—ek side se ek lock uske face ko frame kar raha tha. Chehra clear, glowing, lips par halka pink gloss, aankhon mein confident innocence aur ek natural kajal. Uska dupatta casually gardan pe, lekin chest pe naturally rest ho raha tha, giving her a hint of tease, bina kuch extra effort ke. Pairon mein payal thi—chhan-chhan ki halki si awaz aati thi jab wo chalti.
Kaveri ka poora look fresh, desi, lekin sensual bhi tha—jo har mard ke liye ek fantasy jaise lagta. Uska attitude thoda naughty, thoda shy, lekin overall ek open energy thi—naive but not unaware.
Jab bhi wo Pushpa ke saamne aati, apne mama ko dekhte hue respect bhi dikhti, lekin uske presence mein ek raw attraction, ek hidden boldness hamesha chamak jaati thi.



Dopahar ka time tha, dhoop tez thi. Kaveri jail ke gate par pohonchi, Pushpa mama se milne. Jail ke bahar Kaveri bilkul filmy style mein thi—deep magenta color ki cotton kurti pehni hui, jo kamar tak ekdum fitted thi aur neeche se thodi flowy. Neckline thodi deep thi, bilkul Andhra side ka desi-sensual andaaz. Kurti pe golden embroidery thi, side se thoda waist ka glimpse mil raha tha. Neeche tight leggings thi, jo uski lambi, toned legs ko highlight kar rahi thi. Baal khule the, shoulders par bikhar rahe the. Lambay earrings, aur ek silver ki payal, pairon mein chhan-chhan kar rahi thi. Dupatta bas halki si gardan pe rakha tha, chest pe naturally gir raha tha—usse ek innocent par grown-up tease wali vibe mil rahi thi.

Kaveri ke lips pe halka sa pink gloss tha, eyes sharp aur searching. Lekin uski jawani ka nasha, chehre pe khud hi ek invite jaisa lag raha tha. Uski slim waist, kurti ka fit, aur confident walk—koi bhi banda dekh le toh uski nazar hil hi na paaye.
Kaveri ne Pushpa se visitor’s room mein milke bola:
“Mama, Srivalli abhi tak ghar nahi aayi. Maa ji bhi bohot worried hain. Mujhe kuch ajeeb sa lag raha hai…”
Pushpa ne tension bhari awaaz mein kaha,
“Kaveri, Jolly se mil ke pooch. Usko sab pata hota hai. Main us par bharosa karta hoon—tum jao, use milo.”
Kaveri ne haan mein sir hilaya, thodi anxious thi, thodi curious bhi. Jail se seedha Jolly ke mansion chali gayi.


olly entrance pe hi khada tha jab Kaveri aayi. Uski nazar turant Kaveri pe atak gayi. Ek second ke liye, Jolly ki aankhon mein wild curiosity aur raw hunger aa gaya—Kaveri abhi jawaan thi, par uski body mein ek mature, inviting charm tha jo kisi bhi mard ka patience test kar de.

Jolly ne uski fitted magenta kurti, slim waist, long legs, aur golden embroidery sab kuch ek ek karke absorb kiya. Uski aankhon ne chest se leke, dupatte ki line, slit se waist ka glimpse, aur payal tak sab kuch slow motion mein scan kiya—Kaveri ki innocence aur boldness ka mix, Jolly ke liye ek nayi fantasy ban gaya.
“Waah, Pushpa ki bhanji… asli wildflower hai yeh toh…” Jolly ne socha, lips pe ek twisted smile ke saath.
Jolly ne use andar bulaya, awaaz mein ek alag hi charm la ke bola,
“Aao Kaveri, itne din baad dikhayi di… sab theek hai na?”
Room ka mahaul ekdum heavy ho gaya—Kaveri apne sawaal poochne aayi thi, par Jolly ki aankhon mein kuch aur hi shine thi. Kaveri soch rahi thi ki yeh ek normal family visit hai… par usse kya pata tha ki story ab ekdum nayi aur dangerous direction lene wali hai.

Kaveri hall ke centre mein aayi, aankhon mein directly Jolly ko dekhte hue, thoda worried, thoda sweet andaaz mein boli,

“Jolly bhaiya, Srivalli kahan hai? Maa ji pareshaan ho rahi hain. Ghar pe sab log tension mein hain.”
Jolly ne ek fake smile ke saath, relaxed style mein bola,
“Arre Kaveri, tension kyun leti ho? Srivalli kuch important arrangements karne gayi hai Pushpa bhai ke case ke liye. Sab kuch handle kar rahi hai, bas kal tak aa jayegi. Tu chinta mat kar, main hoon na.”
Kaveri ne innocent tareeke se uski baat maan li, par fir bhi thoda doubtful thi.
“Jolly bhaiya, aap ek baar Srivalli se call pe baat kara do? Bas Maa ji ko bhi chain mil jayega…”
Jolly ne turant apne phone se call lagaya, lekin direct Srivalli ko nahi, pehle Dave ko call kiya. Dave ne Jolly ka code samajh kar call Srivalli ko de diya. Srivalli ne phone pick kiya—background me thoda noise tha, uski awaaz halki thak chuki thi.
Kaveri:
“Mami, sab theek hai na? Maa ji bohot pareshaan hain, main bhi… aap jaldi ghar aa jao na…”
Srivalli ne, dard chhupa ke, soft smile ke saath bola,
“Haan Kaveri, sab theek hai. Main bas ek do din mein wapas aa jaungi. Maa ji ko bol dena tension na le. Main Pushpa ji ke liye sab kuch try kar rahi hoon, okay?”
Kaveri ne phone cut kiya, lekin usse Srivalli ki awaaz mein ajeeb si thakan aur halka dard mehsoos hua. Kaveri thoda confuse thi, par phir bhi, voh Jolly ko bye bol ke nikal gayi.
Jolly uske peeche uski chal, uska innocent face, aur body ke curves ko dekh raha tha.
“Yeh Kaveri bhi kam nahi… innocence mein hi kuch alag nasha hai. Dekhte hain, yeh bhanji bed par kaise taste karegi…”
Uske mind mein ab Kaveri ke liye naye plans bante ja rahe the.

Jolly ki aankhon mein ab ek nayi planning chal rahi thi. Jaise hi Kaveri ghar se nikli, Jolly apne office mein aaya, chair par lean karte hue apni whisky ka glass ghoomata raha, aur muskurata raha.

Uske dimaag mein Kaveri ka innocent chehra, uska slim body, magenta kurti ka fit, wo nayi jawaani ka nasha—sab kuch baar-baar flash ho raha tha.
“Yeh ladki toh bilkul raw hai, asli wildflower. Agar is par bhi kabza kar liya toh Pushpa ki family poori tarah meri muthi mein ho jayegi.”
Jolly ne apne right-hand man ko bulaya, dheere se bola,
“Sun, Kaveri pe nazar rakh. Jab bhi ghar se nikle, ya kuch unusual ho, mujhe update kar. Uske aas paas waale dost, tuition, college, sab ka background check kar.”
Usne phone uthakar Dave ko bhi message bheja,
“Plan B ready rakh, naye maal ka scene set ho raha hai. Yeh ladki bhi kaam aayegi.”
Jolly ab poori tarah apni chaal ki scripting kar raha tha—Kaveri ko dheere-dheere manipulate karna, uske aas paas trap set karna, aur phir kisi mauke ka intezaar karna jisme use emotionally ya majboori mein apne paas khinch sake.
“Pehle iski trust jeetni hai, phir kisi party ya function mein invite karunga. Thoda alcohol, thoda emotional drama, aur phir… jo chahta hoon, le loonga.”
Jolly ki aankhon mein ab ek cold, confident glow tha. Uske liye ab yeh ek nayi hunting game thi—aur Kaveri uski agle shikar banne wali thi.

Jolly apne private lounge mein baithkar, phone uthakar apne dad—Chief Minister (CM)—ko call lagata hai. Voice mein ek alag hi excitement thi.

Jolly:
"Dad, iss saal aapke birthday pe kuch khaas laane wala hoon. Bilkul fresh, desi beauty. Pushpa ki bhanji Kaveri—jawaan hai, innocent hai, par mast maal hai. Photo bhej raha hoon abhi."
Jolly ne apne phone se Kaveri ki ek recent candid photo click ki thi—uski white dress, open hair, innocent smile, slim waist sab dikh raha tha. Usne photo CM ko WhatsApp par bhej di.
Kuch seconds baad, CM ka reply aaya—voice call pe, hassi control nahi ho rahi thi.
CM (hassi ke saath):




"Beta, tu toh kamaal karta hai! Yeh toh asli gift hai. Waah, bilkul mere style ka hai… Kaise fix karega, bol?"
Jolly (smiling, confident):
"Bas, thoda patience rakho. Kaam pura safe tareeke se set kar dunga. Is baar aapka birthday royal banayenge, promise."
CM (aur loud hassi):
"Jaldi kar! Mujhe yeh present chahiye, samjha? Aur koi bhi dikkat ho toh bata dena. Tu hi mera asli baaz hai, Jolly!"
Dono baap-bete ne dirty laughter mein call cut kiya—ek dusre ko dark power aur control ka thrill feel karte hue. Jolly ke phone par ab bhi Kaveri ki photo chamak rahi thi—aur CM ke dimaag mein us birthday surprise ka nasha aur badh gaya tha.

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Thank you all for your likes and comments on the story! I’ve just dropped a big update and even rewrote yesterday’s chapter. Plus, there’s a brand new female character in the mix—I hope you’ll love her! Please don’t forget to like and comment if you want more.

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Awesome update

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[Joker44]

Srivalli bathroom se nikalte hi steamed mirror pe ek pal ke liye apna chehra dekhti hai. Uske baal abhi bhi halki se geele, skin par water drops chamak rahe hain, aur aankhon mein wo thakan aur guilt ab bhi baaki hai. Lekin aaj usko ek nayi ladai ke liye tayyar hona hai.

Usne bed par phela hua woh tight, body-hugging golden dress uthaya—Dave ne khud select ki thi, aur saath mein ek short note bhi tha:
*"Put this on and come down. I want to see my
Srivalli bathroom se nikal ke towel me khadi thi, steamy mirror pe apna chehra dekhti hui, aankhon me thoda dard, thoda thakaan aur ek ajeeb si himmat thi. Usne jaldi-jaldi apne baal sukhaaye, designer golden dress ki taraf dekha—jo tight body-hugging thi, deep neckline ke saath, Dave ne khud uske liye bheji thi. Dress ka kapda shiny tha, jab Srivalli ne pehna toh uske curves, slim waist aur legs sab highlight ho rahe the. Deep cleavage khul ke dikh raha tha, aur neeche se designer bra-panty ka edge bhi thoda visible tha.
Usne ek second ke liye apne aap ko mirror me dekha, aankhon me guilt aur majboori ka milap tha. “Aaj main fir se ek nayi raat survive karne jaa rahi hoon… Pushpa ke liye, ghar ke liye… bas thoda aur sahna hai,” usne andar hi andar socha.
Peechle moment me Kaveri se call hui thi—uski awaaz abhi bhi Srivalli ke dimaag me ghoom rahi thi. “Bas ghar wapas jaake sabko samjha dungi… Pushpa abhi andar hai, abhi mujhe himmat nahi haarni.”
Usne halka sa makeup kiya, bold lipstick lagayi, aur baal loose curls me chhod diye—taaki Dave ka mood khush ho. Uski body dress me ekdam bold aur sensuous lag rahi thi—pehli nazar me koi bhi soch sakta tha ki ye koi high-profile escort hai, na ki kisi ki patni.
Srivalli ne ek gehri saans li, apne aap ko mentally strong banaya, aur heel pehne niche hall ki taraf nikal gayi. Niche se soft music aa raha tha, Dave ka note table pe padha tha:
“Wear this and come down. Tonight, I want you looking like a queen. —Dave”
Srivalli ne ek awkward smile di, lekin andar se nerves jittery ho gaye. Jaise hi woh hall me aayi, sab ki nazar us par tik gayi—Dave ki aankhon me possessive pride tha, dusre guests bhi use ek bold, glamorous raat ki rani ki tarah dekh rahe the.
Srivalli ne aankhon me himmat bhar ke, apni majboori ko mask karte hue, apne fate ko accept kar liya. Aaj ki raat phir se uske liye ek new test thi—khud ko bikharne na dena, aur sab kuch Pushpa aur ghar ke naam pe seh jaana.






Niche hall me Dave khada tha, uske saath ek African black man bhi tha—naam tha Adimtha. Adimtha ka body ekdum powerful aur imposing tha—lagbhag 6’4” ka height, broad shoulders, deep black shiny skin, aur muscles bilkul carved stone ki tarah tight. Uske arms ek dum massive, veins ubhar ke dikh rahi thi, chest thick aur tight shirt me bhi strain ho rahi thi. Face pe strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, aur aankhon me ek raw animal confidence—jaise uske paas aate hi koi bhi ladki apni nazar hata na paaye.

Jab Srivalli ne Adimtha ko dekha, uski aankhon me ek alag hi hunger aur playful smile thi. Wo usse seedhe aankhon me dekh ke muskuraya—Srivalli ke spine me ek thandi si lahar daud gayi, uske heart beat ek second ke liye skip ho gayi.
Srivalli ne thoda nervous hoke apne aap ko control kiya aur dheere-dheere heel pe walk karti hui Dave ke paas pohonch gayi. Dave ne turant apne strong haath se Srivalli ko gently khud ki taraf khinch liya aur usse apne lap pe bend kar diya—bilkul possessive, public display of control jaisa.
Srivalli chup chaap Dave ke lap pe bend ho gayi—andar se poori tarah se nervous aur uneasy, lekin face par ek fake calmness la ke. Dave ne uski golden dress ko dheere se upar slide kiya, taaki uski toned, fair ass poori tarah visible ho jaaye—shiny fabric ke niche designer bra-panty barely visible the.
Adimtha ab apni jagah se move hua, uske chehre pe ek wide grin thi—jaise uske saamne ek rare, exclusive treat ho. Dave ne apne palm se Srivalli ki exposed skin ko gently caress kiya, uski aankhon me Adimtha ke liye ek teasing signal bhi tha.
Srivalli ab public humiliation, fear, aur nervousness ke mix me thi—andar se kap gayi thi, lekin situation se fight karne ki himmat bhi ek kone me jagi thi. Aaj ki raat phir se uske liye ek aur naya test ban gayi thi.



Dave ne Srivalli ko apni lap pe bend kiya hi tha ki usne suddenly uski exposed ass pe ek solid slap maara—“thwack!” ki awaaz poore hall me gunj gayi. Srivalli ke mooh se ek broken, surprised moan nikal gayi,

“Ahhh…!”
Woh ek pal ke liye shock ho gayi, uski body thoda tremble kar gayi, aankhon me dard aur sharm ka mix aa gaya.
Dave aur Adimtha dono zor se hans diye, ek dusre ki taraf dekh ke—jaise koi rare trophy mil gayi ho.
Dave (Adimtha ko tease karte hue):
“So, brother, what do you think of this ass? Isn’t it just perfect—round, firm, soft… Dekh kaise bounce karti hai?”
Adimtha ne ek wild smile ke saath Srivalli ki ass ko dono haathon se gently feel kiya, fingers uske curves ke upar slide kiye,
“Man, this is unbelievable… so smooth, so tight… Pure African queens bhi jealous ho jaayein! Bro, is ass pe toh pura night party ho sakta hai.”
Uske touch me power aur hunger tha—Srivalli ki skin pe chills aa gaye, uski saansen heavy ho gayi. Wo apne aap ko helpless mehsoos kar rahi thi, andar hi andar kaap rahi thi, lekin surface pe bas aankh band karke, sab kuch sehne ki himmat jamaa rahi thi.
Adimtha (Dave ki taraf dekhte hue):
“You lucky man, Dave. This is real treasure. Yeh ass toh sirf kisi king ki property lagti hai.”
Dave ne phir Srivalli ki waist pakad ke, uske hips ko thoda upar lift kiya,
“She’s my queen, bro. Aur aaj… she’s all yours to touch, admire, whatever you like.”
Srivalli ki aankhon me pani aa gaya, dimaag me guilt aur shame ka storm tha—lekin wo fight nahi kar sakti thi, Pushpa aur apne ghar ke liye sab kuch seh rahi thi. Uski body ab surrender kar chuki thi, lekin mind me still ek dard ka kona jal raha tha.
Adimtha ab uski ass ko slow circular motion me rub kar raha tha, kabhi thoda pinch karta, kabhi gentle squeeze.
“Aaj ki night, mujhe yaad rahegi. Yeh ass toh fantasy se bhi upar hai,” usne low, deep awaaz me bola.
Srivalli ab be-hisaab humiliation aur fear mehsoos kar rahi thi, lekin kuch seconds ke liye, usne apne aap ko strong banane ki koshish ki—andar se bas ek silent prayer thi ki yeh raat jaldi khatam ho jaaye.




Dave aur Adimtha ab Srivalli ki ass ko admire karte-karte apni dirty business mode mein aa gaye. Dave ne ek cigar nikalte hue casual andaaz mein bola,

"So, bro, you want the real taste tonight? You know she’s Pushpa’s woman. Nothing below 2 Cr."
Adimtha ne ek confident, teasing laugh di,
"Come on, Dave. Iski value 1 Cr se zyada nahi hai. Lekin, yeh ass dekh ke… chal, final—1.5 Cr. Done?"
Dave ne thoda pretend kiya jese soch raha ho, phir handshake kiya,
"Alright, 1.5 Cr mein tonight, but handle with care. She’s expensive, samjha?"
Srivalli ne yeh baatein suni, uske andar dard aur beizzati ka tsunami aa gaya. Usse lag raha tha jaise koi saman ho, koi insaan nahi. Uski aankhen nam ho gayi, par wo helpless thi, bas apni saansen dabaye sab sun rahi thi.
Deal final hote hi, Adimtha ne Srivalli ke hair ko thoda tight pakad ke uski taraf pull kiya, uske lips pe ek hard, possessive kiss chhod diya—raw, dominating, aur bilkul bhi gentle nahi. Srivalli ka mooh almost numb ho gaya, uski body shiver kar gayi.
Adimtha ne phir bina kuch bole, Srivalli ko apne strong arms mein utha liya—jaise koi prize ho, ek haath se uski thighs pakad ke, dusre haath se uska back. Srivalli helpless thi, uska slim body ab Adimtha ke shoulders pe tha, dress ride up ho gayi thi, legs exposed, face shocked and shamed.
Adimtha ne ek last victorious smile Dave ko di,
"Tonight, this queen is mine."
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, uska dil ek dam se toot gaya—lekin ab wo Adimtha ke powerful arms mein, ek nayi raat, nayi beizzati aur dard ke liye le jaayi ja rahi thi.



Adimtha ne Srivalli ko apne powerful arms mein utha kar apne private room mein le aaya. Room andar se thoda dark, luxury style ka tha—king-size bed, big mirrors, leather chairs, aur table par imported whisky ki bottle.

Usne Srivalli ko ek dum se bed pe throw kiya—jaise koi trophy ho. Srivalli ke baal, golden dress sab messy ho gaye, woh shock mein thi, aankhen wide open, saans tez ho gayi thi.
Adimtha uske paas aaya, bed ke edge par baith gaya, ek hand uski legs pe rakha, aur dirty, teasing awaaz mein bola,
“Damn, you’re even better up close. Yeh smooth skin, yeh ass… abhi toh bas shuruaat hai, baby.”
Usne Srivalli ki body ko upar se niche tak admire kiya, uski neckline, cleavage, aur slim waist pe aankhen ghumaata raha.
“Tonight, I’m gonna make you scream my name. You’ve never had a real man before—just wait, Indian queen.”
Srivalli ki aankhon mein darr, beizzati, aur thoda gussa tha, lekin woh kuch nahi keh paayi—helpless aur numb thi.
Adimtha thoda forward ho kar uske lips ke bohot kareeb aaya, deep breath li,
“Abhi mujhe thoda kaam hai, lekin baby, aaj raat… main tujhe bhoolne nahi dunga. Tab tak… chup chap bed pe reh, aur apne lips se mera baby suck kar.”
Usne apni pants ka zip khola, Srivalli ke head ko gently push kiya—directly, expect karte hue ki wo sab kuch samajh jaaye. Srivalli ne thoda hesitate kiya, par majboori mein, aankhon mein aansu ke saath, uska baby (Adimtha ka lund) suck karna shuru kiya—Adimtha ne uske head pe haath rakha, aur soft moaning ke saath enjoy karta raha.
Room mein sirf Adimtha ki dirty taareef, heavy breathing, aur Srivalli ke helpless sucking ki awaaz goonj rahi thi—raat abhi lambi thi, aur real pain toh abhi shuru hona tha.


Srivalli dheere-dheere, aankhon mein darr aur hesitation ke saath, Adimtha ke paas gayi. Bed ke edge par baith gayi, uske massive body ke saamne apne aap ko chhota mehsoos kar rahi thi. Usne nervous fingers se Adimtha ki pants ka zip dheere se khola, aur uska lund bahar nikalte hi ek pal ke liye Srivalli ka chehra bilkul shock ho gaya.

Adimtha ka lund bina hard huye hi kam se kam 6 inch ka tha—Pushpa jitna, lekin thickness aur color mein ek dum alag, dark aur intimidating. Jaise hi Srivalli ka haath us par gaya, dheere-dheere voh hard hone laga, aur kuch hi seconds mein pura 9 inch ka, thick, powerful, veiny lund Srivalli ke saamne tha. Pehli baar usne apni aankhon se itna bada aur mota lund dekha tha.
Srivalli ka shock, uski aankhon ka widen hona, lips ka thoda open ho jaana—sab Adimtha ne notice kiya aur ek deep, low laugh kiya,
"Scared, baby? Relax… abhi maza aayega. You never seen a real man before, right?"


Srivalli ne jab Adimtha ka pura hard lund apne haath mein liya, toh uske dimaag mein pehla thought tha—"Ye main kaise seh paungi? Yeh kitna bada hai… raat bhar kya hone wala hai mere saath?" Uske aankhon ke kone mein halki si aansu ki chamak thi, lips thode se kaap rahe the.

Usne ek choti si, broken si awaaz mein, andar hi andar almost ro padhi, "Bhagwan, mujhe bacha lena…" Lekin escape ka koi rasta nahi tha.
Adimtha ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue, ek raw, wild smile ke saath bola,
"Wick, baby. Show me how good Indian girls are with their lips."
Srivalli ne thoda shaky fingers se uska thick, dark lund apne lips ke paas laya, aur dheere-dheere tip ko apne mooh mein liya—ek dam nervous, lekin Adimtha ki aankhon mein dekhte hue. Usne soft, slow licks start kiye—tip se shaft tak, tongue se circle karti hui, fir dheere-dheere lips ko aur deep leke jaane lagi.
Kuch hi seconds mein Srivalli ka shyness thoda kam ho gaya, usne apni rhythm pakad li—ab wo ache se suck kar rahi thi, tongue se lapping karte hue, kabhi deep lete hue, kabhi slow teasing ke saath. Room mein ab bas ghap-ghap, hjap-hjap ki wet sucking sounds goonj rahi thi, aur Adimtha ka deep breathing.
Adimtha uski head ko gently hold karke, pleasure se moan karta raha,
"Damn, baby, you’re good. Kaafi talent hai tum mein… yeh lips, yeh tongue… mujhe lagta hai main raat bhar tujhe chodte hue enjoy karunga."
Srivalli ab apni majboori mein best kar rahi thi—andar se tootti ja rahi thi, lekin usne apni skills use karte hue Adimtha ko impress kar diya tha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi aansu the, lekin lips aur tongue pure control mein, Adimtha ko pleasure dene ke liye.
Room mein sirf sucking ki awaazein, heavy moans, aur Adimtha ke dirty praises goonj rahe the—raat abhi lambi thi.

Srivalli ab bed ke edge pe baithi thi, knees thodi fold ho chuki thi, golden dress thigh tak chadh gayi thi, aur Adimtha ka lund ab uske lips ke beech tha—ab full hard, thick, dark, aur intimidating. Srivalli ke haath ab perfect rhythm me kaam kar rahe the, ek haath se uska base pakad ke slow up-down motion, doosre haath se shaft ko gently massage karte hue. Uski fingers Adimtha ki thickness pe tightly wrapped thi, thumb kabhi tip pe halka rub karti, kabhi base tak squeeze.

Usne dheere-dheere apne lips wide kiye aur lund ko deep mouth me liya—muhhh… muhhh… muhhh… ki wet sucking sound room me goonj rahi thi, jaise har movement pe saliva aur pleasure mix ho raha ho. Srivalli apni tongue se shaft ke upar se neeche tak tease kar rahi thi, kabhi tip pe circles banati, kabhi sudden flick, aur phir pura mouth me le lete hue ek dam deep throat try karti. Jab lund thoda zyada deep jata, uske gala se halki si gag sound aati, "guuhh… guhhh…" lekin wo control me laane ki puri koshish karti.
Adimtha upar se niche dekh raha tha—Srivalli ki tight cleavage golden dress me, uske geele lips, uski pink tongue, aur lips ke kone se nikalta hua saliva. Uski aankhon me excitement, power aur raw hunger tha. Wo apne massive hands se Srivalli ke head ko gently guide karta—kabhi thoda press, kabhi thoda slow, jaise pura control uske haath me ho.
Adimtha (andar hi andar):
"Kya maal hai yeh… itni masoom, lekin ab itni skilled ho gayi hai… raat bhar is mooh ka use karunga, aur fir… is body ka har part mera playground hoga."
Uske mind me ab images chal rahi thi—kaise raat ko Srivalli ko har position me legi, kaise uske tight body pe apne hands aur lund ka pura control dikhayega, kaise uski moaning, screaming, begging sunega. Adimtha ko lag raha tha ki Srivalli ab uski exclusive treat hai—aur aaj ki raat, uske pleasure ki koi limit nahi hone wali.
Srivalli bhi ab thoda lost ho chuki thi—ek taraf beizzati, dusri taraf ek hypnotic rhythm. Kabhi wo Adimtha ke eyes me dekhti, kabhi aankhen band karke apne sucking me busy ho jaati—
"muhhh… muhhh… muhhh… slurp… slurp…"
Wet, lewd, aur pure submission ka sound.
Adimtha ki breathing heavy ho gayi, usne Srivalli ke head pe haath rakh ke softly press kiya,
"Yeh hui na baat… deep, baby, aur deep… I want to feel your throat."
Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye socha, "Main raat bhar kaise survive karungi… par ab kuch option nahi… yeh raat bhi sehni padegi." Lekin usne lips aur tongue aur deep lete hue, Adimtha ko full pleasure dena continue kiya.
Room me ab bas lust, power, aur raw sexual tension ka mahaul tha—raat abhi shuru hi hui thi.


Adimtha ka lund ab Srivalli ke mouth mein deep tha, lekin abhi bhi thoda bahar tha. Usne ekdum se Srivalli ke head ko dono haathon se pakda, ek raw, wild power ke saath, aur ek heavy thrust diya—sara lund ek hi jhatke mein uske throat tak push kar diya.

Srivalli ka gala stretch ho gaya, aankhon se paani aa gaya, aur usi moment pe Adimtha ne loudly moan kiya,
"Ahhhh, take it all, baby!"
Aur usne ek dam se sara cum uske throat mein dal diya—thick, warm, itna zyada ki jaise ek glass bhar gaya ho. Srivalli ka throat aur mouth cum se full ho gaya, kuch bahar aa gaya, lips pe, chin pe drip karne laga. Wo almost gag kar gayi, lekin Adimtha ne uske face ko hold karke, cum uske cheeks aur lips pe rub kiya—messy, dominating, pura possessive mark jaisa.
Adimtha ne apni pant pehni, ek last baar Srivalli ki exposed ass pe solid slap maara—"Thwack!"—aur deep awaaz mein bola,
"Meet you at night, baby. Stay ready for me."
Wo chilling confidence aur dirty smile ke saath room se bahar chala gaya, Srivalli ko bilkul helpless, messy, aur exhausted chhod kar—uske mouth se ab bhi thoda cum drip kar raha tha, aankhon mein aankh se aansu, aur body poori tarah se numb.
Uske mind mein ab bas ek hi thought goonj rahi thi—"Yeh raat abhi baaki hai…"



Srivalli apna mooh poora messy aur heavy breathing ke saath turant bathroom ki taraf bhaagi. Andar jaate hi usne basin pakad ke zor se ulti ki, thoda cum gale mein atka tha, almost choked ho gayi thi. Uski aankhon se aansu nikal rahe the, body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi, aur thoda thoda voice bhi break ho raha tha.

Usne apna face pani se dhoya, lekin cum ka taste ab bhi mouth mein tha. Mirror mein apne aap ko dekha—red eyes, messy hair, golden dress ka neckline loose ho gaya tha. Srivalli ne silently roti hui socha,
"Main kaha fas gayi hoon… Yeh sab sirf Pushpa ko bachane ke chakkar mein ho raha hai, par ab to meri zindagi hi kisi aur ki ban gayi. Raat bhar… woh kala sand… 9 inch ka… kaise seh paungi main yeh sab?"
Uske haath basin pe tightly pakad liye, aankhen band karke halki si sargoshi nikli,
"Bhagwan, ab kis mod pe le aaye ho mujhe… yahan se ab wapas kaise niklu?"
Srivalli ka andar se hausla tut raha tha, lekin majboori, guilt aur helplessness ne usse khud ko wash kiya, dress thoda set ki, par uski aankhon me ab bhi dar aur beizzati ka bojh tha. Us raat ke liye ab uska koi option nahi bacha tha—bas sehna aur survive karna.

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