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Adultery The Language of Her Heart
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15-08-2025, 07:43 AM
Time to show what a man can do.
Teach a lesson to let her know woman is weaker sex. Fuck her hard in her marital bed First night(day) in an inauspicious time 
15-08-2025, 08:56 AM
(15-08-2025, 07:43 AM)Gajakidost Wrote: Time to show what a man can do. Sorry to interrupt your thinking but it's insult to women..... Every woman has her own capacity as do men.... Women even after having multiple orgasms continue to get fucked just to make the male partner enjoy the sex.... As for men can ejaculae 2 or 3 times and then get exhausted.... So in my POV women are stronger sex partners than men
Val
15-08-2025, 09:08 AM
we want independence day special update ;)
15-08-2025, 10:32 AM
He didn’t listen.
Not even little. Not even after I held his wrists tight. Not after I warned him. Not after I whispered, “Don’t.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He ripped it. Just like that. No waiting. No asking. Only doing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One sharp tug. One harsh pull. Sudden. Strong. Direct. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the blouse— It tore. Right from the middle. Right where the hooks were hiding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHHHK! That was the sound. Rough. Quick. Metal tearing out from cotton. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— CLINK! Two hooks. They flew. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One hit my arm. Cold. Sharp. One tiny sting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The other? It dropped somewhere on the floor. Tiny sound against the tile. Gone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. Loud breath. Quick inhale. “Prakash!” I shouted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My bra— It was there. Fully exposed now. Nothing hiding. Nothing covering. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The blouse fabric? It was hanging. Loose. From one armhole. Like dead leaf. Like one torn ribbon. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The rest of it? It peeled open. Like wet gift wrapper. Soggy. Loose. Falling away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I just stood. Breath stuck. Eyes wide. Mouth open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shocked. Completely. My body didn’t move. My arms didn’t rise. My knees didn’t bend. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I was the one…” I whispered. My lips barely moved. Even my voice was ashamed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I had pushed him. I had taunted. I had said, “Show guts.” Like some challenge. Like game. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And now? He was showing. Really. Fully. Not teasing. Not hinting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No questions. No delays. Only action. His own kind. His own speed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he didn’t stop. Didn’t wait. Didn’t look at my face to ask. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He moved behind slightly. Twisted my waist. Not roughly. But with purpose. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then with one strong grip— He peeled the blouse off me. Right off my arms. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His fingers were fast. Confident. They pulled the sleeves down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Smooth. Forceful. Like butter melting. That easy. That final. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chest was exposed. My back was bare. Only my bra holding me. Thin cloth. Tight strap pressing across my skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He threw the blouse. Across the room. Like nothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like rubbish. Like waste. Like torn cloth no longer needed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It landed near the bedroom door. Half-crumpled. Half-hanging on the floor. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Torn. Useless. Silent proof of what he did. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stood there. Breathing heavy. Breath loud inside chest. Heart wild. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My bra was rising with each breath. Up and down. Cup to chest. Tight. Close. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— I slapped him. One full slap. Right on cheek. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hard. Sharp. Without delay. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His head turned slightly. But his face? No expression. No sound. Nothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like statue. Like stone. Only eyes alive. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I scolded. “You think this is joke?” My voice broke. Felt thin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still calm. Still watching me. Like reading page. Not person. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Wait, madam,” he said softly. One line. Only that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wait? WAIT? My blouse is on the floor! My chest is out! My arms are bare! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tried to hide. One arm came up. Crossed over my chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Trying to cover the cups. The soft cotton. The pale colour. My skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But his hand— He took my wrist again. Calmly. Confidently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He lowered it. Down. Gently. But firmly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Exposing me again. Fully. In that fan-lit room. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I shivered. But didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Didn’t know. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Because next— His other hand moved. To my waist. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To the knot. The tight little bow. The drawstring of my petticoat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. “Prakash… no… don’t rip…” My voice cracked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I thought he would. I braced for it. Fingers tensed. Belly tight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But— He didn’t rip. He untied. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fingers moved into the knot. Soft. Skilled. Sure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— One clean tug. The string came loose. Like curtain opening. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the petticoat? It fell. Straight down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dropped to my feet. Like towel sliding off hook. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked down. My mouth open. No sound. Just breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then looked back up at him. Eyes meeting. My lips parted. My chest rising. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was looking. Fully. From head. To toe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My bare legs. My plain bra. My soft cotton panty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now fully visible. Nothing hiding. Nothing left. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was standing. Right in front of him. Only in innerwear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I felt it. Straight through chest. Down to legs. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ashamed. Real. Raw. Still. Breathing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was not going to listen anymore. That much— I understood. Deep in my chest. Deep in my breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His eyes had changed. Not like before. Not soft. Not scanning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now? Fixed. Still. Heavy with something I couldn’t name. Like weight. Like fire. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His breath had changed too. Little deeper. Little stronger. Like something was rising up from inside him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Even the way his hand was resting— Was not soft now. It wasn’t floating. Wasn’t testing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was firm. Flat. Decided. Set. Like anchor. Like decision. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And the worst part? Somewhere… Somehow… Some quiet corner inside me… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I had wanted this. Not the chaos. But the certainty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not gentle words. Not soft nonsense. Not useless begging. Not checking face again and again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I had tested him. Again and again. Played with limits. With lines. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now? He had stopped asking. And I had stopped resisting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t say anything. Didn’t warn. Didn’t threaten. No hand raised. No slap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I just stood. Still. Breathing quiet. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Letting it come. Letting him come. Letting the moment stretch. Melt. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Let’s see, I thought. Let’s see how far this goes. Let’s see what happens if I don’t stop it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He pulled me. Sudden. One quick tug. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like how you bring suitcase closer before packing. Not violent. But solid. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Strong enough that I stumbled slightly. My feet came forward. My body followed. Like thread being pulled by hand. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He bent down. Not waiting. Not pausing. No warning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And placed both hands— Right on my backside. Over the panty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Full grip. Fingers wide. Palms pressed. Firm. Claiming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I inhaled. One sharp breath. “Prakash…” I said it calm. Still calm. Still steady. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t start like this…” But he didn’t reply. Nothing. No sound. Only the feel of his thumbs— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They pressed inward. Gently. Firmly. Fingers curved under the cheek line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— He made me turn. One quick twirl. Like waiter flipping dosa. No chance to resist. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now I was facing away. Back to him. Backside facing his chest. Panty right in front of his eyes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to understand. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Okay, okay… what now?” I muttered. Sarcastic. Flat. “You made me turn like doll. Happy?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— I felt it. His palm. On the small of my back. Pushing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Eh…” I said. Not loud. Just confused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pushed again. Lower. Lower. Till my hips bent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body bent forward. Not fully. But enough. Enough to need balance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands reached. Found the bed edge. Held on. Supported myself. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Oi…” I said again. Still not shouting. Still not sure. “What are you doing…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— THWACK. One tight sound. Loud. Sharp. Clear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I screamed. “Ayyyyyy—YAAA!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One full slap. Right on my backside. Over the panty. Loud. Real. Hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I twisted back. Whipped my neck. Eyes wild. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t answer. Not even blink. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash!” I shouted. “You lost your bloody mind or what?!” Still nothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “That SLAP… Don't repeat.... I’m warning you.” “That’s ENOUGH. I said ENOUGH.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No reply. His hands stayed. Just stayed there. Like they had their own rules now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hello?” I snapped. “Are you hearing or your ears are closed with your stupid guts?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no talking. Only breathing. Thick. Heavy. Quiet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He started pressing. Both hands. Flat. Firm. Over the panty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Squeezing. Like checking dough texture. Slow. Sure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I jerked. Twitched. “OI! That’s NOT dough!” “It’s MY—!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no answer. Still pressing. His thumbs tracing under panty line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash,” I warned, “you’re touching like it’s Dough.” “Stop it, I’m telling.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He ignored. His palm cupped. Spread slightly. Then closed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Another slap. PAKK. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This time— I let out a sound. Half-moan. Half-yell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Aiii! I SAID STOP!” Still nothing. Still hands on me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— His hands moved. Lower. Not to leg. Not to thigh. But inward. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Between the panty and my skin. Both sides. Both hands. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath froze. “Eh—eh Prakash…” I stammered. Voice breaking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t… don’t do that…” His fingers slid inside. Not deep. Just till the curve. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Oi. OI!” I shouted. “That’s MY panty elastic.” “Not your secret pocket!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still nothing. I twisted. Slightly. Tried to wriggle. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You want to tear it, is it??” No response. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His fingers went deeper. His thumbs tugged. Pulled once at the band. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “PRakash!” I snapped. Voice high. “Stop it! You’re behaving like dog who found meat inside wrapper!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t stop. One finger curved. Touched skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Warm. Soft. Private. That skin under the panty. Now in his hand. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash,” I said slower. Lower now. “Listen to me.” “I said enough. Just leave.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still nothing. His fingers didn’t obey. His hands didn’t leave. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was not in the mood to go back. I felt it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That moment. That shift. It had happened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He had stopped hearing my words. And I… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was still standing there. Bent over. Panty hugged to my backside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hands inside it. Like it was all allowed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I knew. He’s not in listening mode anymore. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was pulling it. Not lightly. Not teasing. Not testing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Both hands. Firm. Set. Like he had made full plan. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His fingers were deep inside the side bands. Tucked. Buried. Hooked into the elastic. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Gripping it. Tight. Strong. Thumbs pressing into my hipbone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Oi… OI!” I shouted. Voice jumping. Body twisting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t pull like that!” Still no use. Still no reply. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t stop. Didn’t loosen. Didn’t change grip. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was pulling outward. Hard. Stretching from both sides. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Side to side. Elastic went tight. Tighter. Till it felt like it might snap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like rubber band about to fight back. My hip jerked. I screamed— - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ayyyyo—PAINing!” My skin was stinging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It’s biting my hip!” I shouted. Twisting more. Trying to escape his hands. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still he didn’t slow. His palms were tugging in opposite directions. Like he was trying to split me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Side to side. Opposite force. Elastic pulled hard across the soft skin. My breath hitched. My ribs tensed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ayy! Prakash! It’s hurting!” I cried louder. Still no voice from him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hellooooo?!” “Are you hearing or turned into buffalo?!” Still no talking. Only pulling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulled more. More tension. More pain. Elastic burning into skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Shit nooo…” I shouted. “It’s cutting into my skin!” It really was. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The elastic— It was already old. Already weak. Now? It was twisting. Digging deep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One corner folded. It bit into my hip like blade edge. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “STOP IT!” I almost cried. “IT’S NOT ROPE! It’s elastic panty!” No response. Only his grip. Harder now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His knuckles were going white from the force. My hips jerked forward from the pull. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ayyyo Prakash, I’ll get red mark!” Still no mercy. No slowing. No softening. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It’s not drawstring!” “What you’re doing—tying tent ah?!” I shouted louder. Still nothing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— It happened. SNAP. One sound. Clean. Deadly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath stopped. I froze. Then— I screamed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYY—!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The panty tore. Right at the waistband. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The seams on both sides— They gave up. Like torn paper. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt it. Sudden. Immediate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Suddenly open. Suddenly bare. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My ass— Fully exposed. Warm air hit the skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No more cloth. No more cover. Gone. Gone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Oh my god—” I shouted. Shaking. Shocked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It fell. Half-dangling. Then slipped. Down my thighs. Down to knees. Down to floor. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My backside— Now outside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Warm skin. Red from earlier slaps. Soft. Open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Visible. Vulnerable. Flesh exposed to light. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I spun around. Fast. Wild. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face was burning. My breath was high. Heavy. Fast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I SLAPPED him. PAK! Right on the cheek. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “ARE YOU ANIMAL?!” I screamed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Another slap. PAK! Other side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “ARE YOU FULL MAD?!” My hands were shaking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just stood. Cheek turning pink. Eyes on me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he said softly— “Madam… this is what you want.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I froze. “What?” My voice dropped. Confused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked down once. Then back at me. Then said— “You told me to do this.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stepped closer. One step. Pointed finger on his chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I told you to STOP!” He nodded once. Then tilted head. Calm. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You also told me not to listen.” “To go on any extreme.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth opened. Then closed. No words. Just breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You said… don’t ask, don’t wait.” “Just do.” “You remember?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I stared. He was right. Fully right. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I had said it. I had provoked. Pushed. Dared. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This was me. This madness. This whole breaking-control thing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face flushed. Not from guilt. But heat. Strong. Burning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still I snapped. “I said many things!” “That doesn’t mean you tear my underwear!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I didn’t plan,” he said. “It tore by itself.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “HAH?!” “You think elastic has mind of its own?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t smile. Just looked down once. Then stepped forward. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Before I could say anything— He flipped me. Again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One smooth move. Like turning a bedsheet before folding. I stumbled. Bent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands hit the mattress again. The fabric cold against my palms. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bare ass. Facing him now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fully bare. No more panty. No more covering. Just skin. Just me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Soft. Red. Open. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He stood behind. I couldn’t see his face. But I could feel his stare. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That burning. That weight. That air. Full of pressure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I closed one eye. Bit my lip. “Ayyyo,” I muttered. “Now what…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— THWACK. Louder than all before. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His palm. Flat. Hard. Sharp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On my bare cheek. No cloth. Only skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I screamed. “AIIIII—noooooo!!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I bit my own wrist. Teeth pressing hard. “Too hard! It’s stinging!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My backside was on fire. That red skin— Now pulsing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he? He was still behind. Still holding me bent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I was just breathing. Heavy. Waiting. Knowing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He’s not finished. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I cried. Out loud. Not full sobbing. But that broken sound. Between pain and shock and confusion. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “ammm aaah…” That was the sound from my mouth. Not word. Not sentence. Just… that. A sound full of burning. Full of stinging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My backside was burning. Truly. Fully. Not just sore. But burning like someone had rubbed fire chili there. Red chili. Green chili. All kinds. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The skin was already tender from before. Already punished. Already warm. Now it was stinging. Really stinging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It hurt. Proper hurt. Real pain. But also… I was liking it. Somehow. Without permission. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “mmaaa…” I whispered to myself. Eyes down. Head low. “What’s wrong with me…” The whisper didn’t even feel like mine. It was shaky. Trembling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was burning. Yes. But also… Pulsing. Throbbing. Something was happening inside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not just skin. Not just outside. The slap had gone deep. Very deep. Into that soft ache under my belly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That strange place. That secret place. Where heat comes from nothing. Where it just starts. Without touch. Without warning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhh……” I moaned slightly. Very low. Very unsure. “This is not normal…” My mouth said it. But my body… Didn’t listen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes were wet. Truly wet. Not drama. Not fake. Real tears collecting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One tear even fell. Down the side of my cheek. Slow. Salty. Warm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was moaning. I was crying. I was breathing like a dog. All together. At once. All messy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “MAD…” I whispered to myself. Quietly. Weakly. “He’s doing like owning me…” And then— THWACK. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Other side. His palm. Again. This time, on the opposite cheek. Right on the curve. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AAAAAIYYYYYAAAAA!” I screamed. High-pitched. Raw. Like some electric shock had gone through me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My voice cracked like lightning. Split in two. My knees jerked forward. Like my bones had jumped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My arms twisted. My elbows shook. I grabbed the corner of the bedsheet. With full desperation. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I bit it. My teeth sank into the cloth. To stop the scream. To hold something real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash, you bastard…” I whispered into the cloth. Mouth still pressed. “You want to kill me or what…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My backside now? Fully red. No doubt. Like two overripe tomatoes. Swollen. Shining. Glowing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breath? Gone. No rhythm. No order. All that came out was sound. Strange, mixed sound. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Small moans. Soft screams. Confused cries. All overlapping. All crowding. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was shaking my head. Left and right. Again and again. “No no no…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Stop it…” I was saying. Voice broken. Face twisted. “This is mad…” “This is crazy…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But my body? It didn’t move. Didn’t stand. Didn’t run. It stayed bent. Still. Still offered. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Because deep down — I knew. I knew the truth. Even if I didn’t want to. This is what I had asked for. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I heard it. Small sound. Faint movement. Somewhere behind me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like kneeling. Like cloth rustling near the floor. Quiet. Careful. Steady. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I turned my neck slightly. Couldn’t see him properly. Just a shape. Just a shadow. But I could tell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He had bent down. Now kneeling behind me. Right there. Right in front of my backside. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Eh… what now?” I said. Still out of breath. Still lost. “You’re planning what next? Drum beating?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still silence. Still no answer. But I could feel something. Air. Warm air. On skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His breath. That heat. That male, thick breathing. Soft bursts. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They were hitting the raw skin near my ass. Lightly. Then stronger. Steady rhythm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash…?” I said slowly. Each syllable careful. “What are you doing…” Still no answer. Just that breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then his fingers came. Sudden. Gentle. But clear. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They touched my ass cheeks. Both sides. Light at first. Then firmer. Spreading. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AHH!” I gasped. Head jerked. Back arched. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hey! What the hell!” I shouted. But too late. He had gripped. He had spread. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Firm grip. Pulling cheeks apart. Opening me. Fully. Deeply. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hands clutched the bed tighter. Knuckles pale. Fingers shaking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “PRakash! Wait!” I said again. Breath gone. But he didn’t reply. Didn’t even make a sound. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But I could feel it. His face… Closer. Closer still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That breath? Now deeper. Now warmer. Right there. Right there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t see. Couldn’t turn. Could only feel. Could only guess. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then— LICK. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One long stroke. His tongue. Right on my asshole. Straight. Direct. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not my pussy. Not thigh. Not hip. Right on the hole. That tight, soft place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AaaaaaaaaaaaAAHHHHH—!” I screamed. My whole spine curved. My body jerked up. My chest rose high. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like I’d been shocked. Lit on fire. “Hey! WHAT THE HELL!” Still no answer. Only wetness. Only tongue. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Again he licked. Wet. Flat. Strong. Over that small, tight hole. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “OH MY GOD—” I cried. “You’re licking my… my…” I couldn’t say the word. Couldn’t name it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face was burning. My fingers dug into the mattress. My breath shook. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I moaned. Loud. From my stomach. From my soul. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AHHH—ahhhh—WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!” Still he didn’t stop. His grip spread me wider. His face — buried. Right there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And then he finally spoke. Voice deep. Right behind me. “I’m going to show you what you wanted, Pavitra.” Not “madam.” Not “sorry.” Not “can I.” Just… Pavitra. Only name. Only promise.
15-08-2025, 04:54 PM
wonderful..just superb....keep it up
15-08-2025, 05:28 PM
Brilliant writing...I love the way you steer your stories yr):
15-08-2025, 06:35 PM
That was so exciting! He is dominating her but at the same time licking her asshole.
15-08-2025, 07:09 PM
This man is waiting for this to happen. Trying his luck being calm and now pushing boundaries to make her his sex slave. he should tie her hands and do everything he fantasied. Awesome update.
17-08-2025, 05:44 AM
I thought the first love making between two will be consensual, but this is going elsewhere. looks like she will still enjoy it. She wants to be fucked animalistic way. Nice update
18-08-2025, 08:02 AM
you are such a talented writer, know how to build a story, how to build suspense, gripping tempo. keep it up, to maintain same tempo give regular updates weekly twice.
19-08-2025, 09:37 PM
Another lick.
Just like that. But this one… Stronger. Different. Heavier. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I felt it the second it started. Not like before. This was not soft. Not shy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That hot, wet drag of his tongue— It landed. Firmly. Confidently. Like he knew exactly what he was doing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This time, it started lower. Not on the pussy lips. Not there. But just above. Right in between. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That small patch of skin. That flat, quiet space. Between the pussy and the asshole. That hidden zone. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Right there. Where the nerves live quietly. Sleeping. Until now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He started from that. Right from that middle. That untouched place. The forgotten spot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “nooo…” I whispered. Mouth barely moving. “This guy…” My breath was tight. My chest trembling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The tongue came up. Slowly. Not rushing. Not darting. Just rising. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not touching the pussy. But brushing close. Too close. Dangerously close. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My thighs trembled. Both sides. Quivering like scared animal. Not from fear. But from that trembling heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Eh… Prakash…” I warned softly. Voice weak. Legs weaker. “Don’t go too wild…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no answer. Not even one sound. Only his breath. And his tongue. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His tongue went higher. Steady. Sure. Climbing that groove. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One long stroke. From bottom to top. Upward. Over the soft, tight skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then it landed. Right at the asshole. Right there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AAHHH!” I cried. Loud. Sharp. “haaaa!” My body jumped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That spot— Already licked once. Now again. But deeper. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wetter. Hotter. His tongue felt heavy now. Full of purpose. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I clutched the mattress tighter. My fingers wrapped the sheet. Tense. Clawing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees pressed. Trying to stay upright. Trying not to fall. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth opened— But no words came. Only sound. Only breath. Only rawness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhhhhh… aiyyyaaaa… uhhh…” The sounds spilled. Like milk from overboiled pot. Messy. Hot. Unstoppable. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His tongue paused. Right there. Right on that small, puckered point. Not moving now. Just resting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I was melting. Fully. Like sugar on hot plate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - No pride. No scolding. No words. Just one shaking woman. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bent forward. Like heat-struck cow. Bare backside out. Shivering. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— The tongue went up again. Another stroke. Slow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Over the crack. That private line. Climbing higher. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Past the asshole. Over the curve of cheek. Upward. Rising. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Till the top of the ass line. That upper end. That soft finish. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— It came down. Slowly. One slow return stroke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Downward. Dragging. Like his tongue was painting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Painting something with spit. With heat. With madness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Godddddd…” I moaned into the bed. Face pressed down. “Mad… this is mad…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It ended exactly where it started. At the asshole. Full circle. One complete stroke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And stayed there. No movement. No leaving. Just stillness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t speak. I didn’t move. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body? Buzzing. Like live wire. Sharp. Tingling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My pussy was dripping. I could feel it. Sticky heat. Running slowly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And he hadn’t even touched it. Not once. Not yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He took his face back slightly. Lifted it. I exhaled. Big breath. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— THUPP. One small sound. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand. Slapping my ass cheek. Not hard. Not angry. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just a soft, open-palmed, lovely slap. Like how you pat soft bread. Fresh bread. Puffy bread. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I twisted slightly. Neck turned. “Now what’s this…” I whispered. Voice lazy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Slapping like I’m your. .. …” Still no reply. Only breath. Only body. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then I heard it. Khkhkh… That throat-clearing sound. Wet. Warning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Eh…” I muttered. Nervous. Unsure. “Don’t you dare…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He made that spitting sound. Thick one. Sticky one. Wet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “PRakash!” I shouted. High-pitched. “Don’t act like insane!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Too late. SPIT. Right there. Right on my asshole. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. Mouth wide. Back straightened. “noooo!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The chill. That sudden splash of cold spit— Landing exactly on the most hot, tingling part of me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It hit like ice. Wet ice. Mad ice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I jerked. My spine curved. Toes curled. Hands grabbed sheet tighter. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “HeyI! You spat?!” I shouted. Voice full confusion. Full heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t answer. But I could feel him there. Face close again. Closer. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And next second— LICK. From bottom to up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One full lick. Over the spit. Over the wet skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One slow stroke. Tongue sliding across coldness. Blending the hot and cold. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And me? I broke. I melted. I moaned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Ahhh… ahhh… ahhh…” I moaned. Loud. Ugly. Full. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like my body had become instrument. Playing one mad song. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I wasn't talking anymore. Just moaning. Just shaking. Just breathing. Waiting. Waiting for the next one. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He moved back slightly. Just one step. Only one. But I felt it. Fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That warmth behind me— It disappeared. Gone in one breath. One second. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I blinked. Once. Then again. Suddenly there was air. Cool air. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On my backside. Still wet. Still open. Still tingling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— His hands came. Quickly. Suddenly. From the sides. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They held both my arms. Strong grip. Full hold. Not tight. Not cruel. But steady. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then slowly— He lifted me. Guided me. Pulled me upward. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From that bent position. From that folded pose. He made me stand. Straight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees shook slightly. Trembled like young calf. But I stood. Somehow. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chest rising. Up and down. Heavy. Rushed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Backside still tingling. Still stinging. Still burning. Still open to air. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hair stuck to my cheek. One strand. Maybe two. Sweaty. Ticklish. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He turned me. One sudden twirl. Fast. Unexpected. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Again. Another spin. This man was not done spinning me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now I was facing him. Face to face. Fully. Nothing hidden. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Except My breasts in bra— They rose. Then fell. Then rose again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My lips were open. Mouth parted. No words. Only breath. Only heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And before I could speak— PAK. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He slapped me. Right across my cheek. Sudden. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I jerked. Head turned. Eyes wide. Very wide. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not hard like the ass slaps. Not like those. But still real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Real enough to sting. Sharp. Direct. One clean line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My jaw tilted. Slightly sideways. Neck moved. Like pulled by string. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hair bounced. A little messy wave. Back to my shoulder. Back to my face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “WHAT THE—” I started. Mouth open. Shocked. But he interrupted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “This what you want, right, Pavitra?” His voice. Low. Serious. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My mouth stayed half open. Like stuck. Frozen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was looking at me. Eyes locked. No smile. No softness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Tell me,” he said. Again. “Right?” One word. One question. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I swallowed. Quietly. Slowly. Even that felt difficult. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand— Had just been inside my panty. Just now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His tongue— Had just been inside my ass. Ten seconds ago. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And now? He was slapping me. On the face. Open. Raw. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I was… Standing. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not fighting. Not running. Just standing. Breathing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It hurt. Yes. That slap. It had power. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It left a line on my cheek. Like memory. Hot. Real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But under the sting… There was something else. A small thrill. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That strange, twisting warmth. The one that comes when someone shows boldness. True boldness. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I couldn’t say no. Not really. So I didn’t say anything. Nothing at all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just stood. Still. Silent. Breathing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— PAK. Second slap. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Opposite cheek. Opposite sting. Opposite heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My head jerked again. Sharp. Quick. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes closed. Automatically. Tight squeeze. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And this time— I nodded. Once. Small. Barely visible. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he saw it. He caught it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Good,” he said. Just that. Then softer. “Come closer to me.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I didn’t move. Not at first. My legs refused. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he stepped in. One step. No waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now I could feel him. Again. The heat from his chest. The breath from his nostrils. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The press of his thigh near mine. Almost touching. Almost melting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— His face came closer. Bit by bit. My breath caught. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I froze. Completely. Just stood there. Staring. Waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips— They were coming closer to mine. Inches now. Just inches. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Closer… Closer… One breath away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I could smell him. That smell— Raw. Male. Human. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Old sweat. Faint cigarette. That unwashed-shirt smell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That half-unclean. Half-male. Mouth-smell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And some part of me… Liked it. Without shame. Without sense. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was wrong. It was raw. But it was him. It was real. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He kissed me. For the first time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth. On mine. Full contact. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips— Just ten seconds ago— They were on my asshole. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now— Inside my mouth. Wet. Warm. Open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I didn’t pull back. Not even a little. Not even an inch. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After that kiss… That wild, unthinkable kiss… His lips finally left mine. Gently. Suddenly. Quietly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was still breathing hard. Mouth open. Chest moving. Everything inside me shaken. Everything outside me hot. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still confused. Still pulsing. Still not believing. That his lips were just now— On my mouth. After being on… there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His face moved slightly back. Only a little. Enough for breath to enter between us. But his eyes? His eyes stayed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Right on me. Right on my face. Right on my lips. Like something was still unfinished. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— His hands moved up. Slow. Both sides. Softly rising. Not sudden. Not rough. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They slid over my waist. Slow drag. His fingers traced the curves. They passed my sides. They reached my ribs. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then higher. To the bra line. That edge of cloth. That tight strap. He stopped there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On the cups. Right over them. His palms resting. Warm. Still. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Eh—” I said immediately. One hand came up. I slapped his wrist. Lightly. But sharp. “Don’t touch that!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Listen,” I said sharply. Finger pointing. Voice scolding. “This bra is not cheap, okay?” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He kept staring. Eyes on mine. No reply. Not one word. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “It’s costly,” I said. Chin raised. Defensive. “One of my costliest.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still nothing. Still silence. Still hands resting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I’m serious, Prakash.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not joking.” “One bra cost more than your full month’s salary.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His hand didn’t move. Still sitting on my breast. Like statue. Like wall. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You think you can break this? Like panty?” My eyebrows lifted. “No way.” “You tear it—I’ll tear you.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still nothing. Still that quiet, slow defiance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— His hand slid behind me. Smooth. Like thief hand. To the hook. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Eh. EHH!” I shouted. Real now. My voice jumped. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t even THINK about it!” My body twisted. Shoulder leaned. Elbow blocking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “PRakash, I’m not joking!” “This is TIGHT HOOK, you’ll damage it!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t speak. Didn’t reply. Didn’t even nod. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His fingers started working. Clumsy at first. Guessing. Feeling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I gasped. My spine tensed. My belly tightened. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hey! Don’t pull blindly—” “One wrong move and underwire will poke my heart!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still he didn’t speak. Still his fingers played. Still the bra held. For now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now I was full shouting. Real volume. Angry. Afraid. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “STOP IT I SAID!” “I’ll remove!” “I’ll remove myself, wait!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no reply. Just tugging. Just testing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I could feel his fingers on the back hook. Fumbling. Jerking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t even know the clip style. This fool was guessing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Idiot!” I shouted. “You think all bras have same hook?” “This is triple-layered!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— In one sudden move— PULL. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The bra came off. Just like that. Clean. Total. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My eyes went wide. Mouth opened. Shocked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AYYYYYY!” I yelled. Loud. Wild. “How?!” “You what?!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t answer. Didn’t even smirk. Just held the bra. In one hand. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Not torn. Not broken. Just… removed. Fully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He held it like trophy. Like prize. Like conquered thing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— With no respect— He threw it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Like it was some old rag cloth. Like it had no value. No memory. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It flew. Floated. Then hit the corner wall. Then fell. Onto the floor. Silent. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And me? I was standing. Bare. Fully. Completely. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Naked. In front of my building's security guard. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fully nude. In daylight. In open air. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I looked down. Slowly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breasts — full, heavy, brown — were right there. Right in the open. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Backside still tingling. Thighs slightly wet. Hair messy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lips swollen. Chest red. Face dazed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And him? He didn’t wait. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He leaned forward. One step. No warning. No asking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And put his mouth… Directly on my breast. One side. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That wet, strong mouth. Just moments ago, it was on my ass. Now— On my nipple. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Heyyyyy!” I shouted. “What you’re doing—mad dog ah?!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t answer. His tongue circled. Slow. Sticky. Warm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then sucked. Deep. Full. Sharp inhale of my skin. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees bent slightly. Unsteady. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “aaahhhhhh…” I groaned. My head tilted. Back arched. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At the same time— His other hand… Came up. Reached the other boob. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Full grip. Fingers wide. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Not like that!” I scolded. Breathless. Confused. “It’s not dough!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But he was squeezing. Firmly. Pressing. Owning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kneading. Like parotta dough. Warm palms rotating. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thumb pressing the side curve. Flattening. Spreading. Massaging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I moaned. Eyes shut. Skin trembling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But also— “IDIOT,” I hissed. Through teeth. “You can't eat fully…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still he didn’t stop. Mouth on one. Hand on other. And me? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Just standing. Naked. Owned. Breathing like steam pipe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He moved. His body shifted. Just a little. But I felt it. All of it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth— Wet. Hungry. Warm. It left the first boob. Just lifted away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A small pull. A soft sound. A tiny smack of suction. Gone. Off. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And without even asking, Without even pausing, He switched. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To the other side. One smooth shift. No announcement. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His lips landed. Right on my second breast. That untouched one. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fresh. Unbitten. Unfelt till now. Clean and warm and waiting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Aaaah…” I moaned low. Neck tilted. Lips parted. “Again ah…” My voice was weak. Playful. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You can’t milk me…” I said it soft. But it came out hot. Like whisper inside fire. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At the same time— His free hand— That greedy one— It moved across. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now holding the first one. Again. Still soft from sucking. Now grabbed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Both my breasts— Under attack. Taken. Owned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - One by tongue. One by palm. His mouth hot. His hand heavier. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He sucked the nipple. Properly. With full force. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Full mouth sealed. Like vacuum. Like clamp. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Oye…” I groaned. Back arching. “Don’t eat it like ice candy…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His tongue flicked. Quick circles. Smooth. Fast. Swirling on the tip. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I was shaking. Fully. From spine to toes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My chest bounced. Up and down. Side to side. His mouth dragging it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hair falling over my face. Strands sticking to cheek. Some near my lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My body? Gone. Out of control. Swaying. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My pussy? Wet. Dripping. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Leaking like broken tap. Warm trails sliding down. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I couldn’t stop moving. Hips twitching. Thighs rubbing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Back arched. Toes curling. My whole shape trembling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Prakash…” I whispered. Soft. Like prayer. Like begging. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He didn’t reply. Nothing. Just sucked harder. Like challenge. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He stood up. Suddenly. Mouth pulled away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My breast shivered from the release. My skin felt cold there. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His mouth shiny. Lips wet. Chin gleaming. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He was breathing deep. Like he had done workout. Like he had claimed something. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I thought maybe he’ll calm down now. Maybe it’s enough. Maybe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Instead— THWACK. His palm slapped my breast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AAAIYEEE!” I screamed. Full volume. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The whole boob shook. Jiggled. Bounced. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pain— Straight from the skin to my ribs. A hot line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Heyyyy!” I shouted. Loud. Angry. “What you doing?! Are you mad?!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no words. Still no expression. Just breath. And hands. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THWACK. Second slap. Other boob. Harder. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I cried out. Neck bent back. Chest jolted. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hands slapped the air. Reflex. Pain rising. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “STOP IT!” I yelled. Spit flying. Throat shaking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “I said ENOUGH!” But still he didn’t stop. Not yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My boobs were full red now. Stinging. Throbbing. Full heat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I tried to turn. To twist away. Escape. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He held my waist. Gripped it firm. Kept me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— His fingers came up. To my nipple. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And twisted. Hard. Sharp. Mean. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “AAAHHHHH nooo!” I screamed. Bent forward. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “NOT LIKE THAT!” Voice cracked. Full crying. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He kept turning. Like opening bottle cap. Tight lid. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “WHAT are you trying to do?!” I shouted. Still burning. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still no mercy. Fingers gripping tight. Thumb and finger— Turning. Pinching. Twisting that sensitive tip. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Pain climbing. Rising. Building. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But pleasure… Also rising. Curling. Mixing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My knees bent. Legs buckling. My mouth opened. Wider. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tears at corner of eye. Wet. Salty. Shaking. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “PRakash!” I cried. “Stop! Stop it!” Begging now. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He moved again. To the other breast. Same grip. Same pressure. Same twisting. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “NOOOO—!” I shouted. “Too much!” “That side also burning!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Still he did. Still he twisted. Still he played. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My hips buckled. I was dropping. Losing balance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Heyyy… ENOUGH!” “It’s TOO MUCH!” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I slapped his shoulder. Weak. Light. Desperate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Just leave it… please…” “I’ll fall…” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then he stopped. Finally. His hand let go. Relief. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And I breathed. Heavy. Long. Full chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But before I could even speak— He raised his hand. Fast. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - PAK. One slap. Right on my cheek. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - My face turned. Sharp. My neck jerked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then— He spoke. Low. Clear. Firm. Right in front of my face. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Don’t order me, Pavitra.”
20-08-2025, 02:05 AM
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