Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

Reluctantly, I took another sip of the juice and handed the bottle back to Neeru.

 
I was suffocating in the smoke from his cigarette, yet I remained seated right there. A few minutes later, I rose and-still in that state, clad only in a red bra and panties-began descending the stairs. Neeru kept his eyes fixed on me the entire time. I didn't say a word to him. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I exited the storeroom and headed upstairs to the kitchen. Typically, when one stands up immediately after being fucked, a bit of semen tends to trickle down from the choot (pussy), staining one's thighs or panties. But, surprisingly, nothing of the sort happened this time. That saale (bastard)-that Bahen ke lode, (son of a bitch)-had sucked every last drop of the load right out of me. Involuntarily, one of my hands reached up to wipe my mouth.
 
I took some cold water from the fridge, sat down at the table, poured myself a glass, and began to drink. Sitting in the kitchen in just a bra and panties, drinking water, felt incredibly strange to me-especially with a complete stranger still present in my home. Maitri's creature.
 
The cold water brought a sense of relief as it went down. I sat there, reflecting on everything I had just done.
 
How could I-leaving aside my incredibly handsome, fair-skinned, sweet, decent, smart, and highly educated husband (whose body is constantly scented with expensive, alluring perfumes)-have surrendered my beautiful body to such a filthy, vulgar, pitch-black, ugly, low-class man who performed such dirty work?
 
A man whose body and mouth reeked of nothing but foul odors. I began to feel a sense of utter self-loathing; how could I have fallen so far from my standing in high society? Until today, I had never allowed anyone-anyone at all-to touch my body. I had never even entertained the thought of being unfaithful to my husband. I had never surrendered my body to anyone, nor had the desire to engage in physical intimacy with another person ever stirred within my heart.
 
Yet, what I had just done-and not even with some high-class or handsome young man, but with a total prick, such a vile and filthy individual-was something else entirely. He was a man from whose hands I couldn't even imagine accepting a morsel of food. And, to top it all off, he was a *****. Just a few hours ago, I had loathed him so intensely, yet here I sat now, having just had sex with that very same man. I still felt nothing but hatred toward him-and, perhaps, toward myself as well.
 
I took another sip of water and closed my eyes. Instantly, Neeru’s filthy, repulsive body materialized before my inner vision. His foul-smelling frame loomed over my own clean, soft, and fragrant body. His reeking lips pressed against my rose-petal-soft lips as he sucked on them. Then, as his Lund (cock) slid inside my choot (pussy) and he began thrusting-fucking me-a wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body once again.
 
I began to feel a sensation of wetness and a distinct itchiness deep inside my choot (pussy) once more. The mere thought of his Lund (cock) reminded me that I had let him fuck me, yet-ironically-I still hadn't actually seen Neeru’s Lund (cock) to know what it even looked like.
 
As this thought crossed my mind, a faint smile spread across my lips, “how strange it was that I had let a man fuck me with such unbridled abandon and ecstasy, yet I hadn't even laid eyes on his Lund (cock).”
 
Then I told myself, "His Lund (cock) must be just as dark and filthy as he is-the very thing that had plunged inside my Choot (pussy) and savored its taste." I recalled his lovemaking; there was nothing particularly remarkable about it-his Lund (cock) was neither exceptionally large nor thick, yet, there had been a strange, distinct pleasure in fucking him. And perhaps that pleasure stemmed precisely from the physical union with his filthy body.
 
Just then, I heard a faint sound. Edited by FunLove.
 
Still clutching my glass, I opened my eyes and saw Neeru entering the kitchen. He stopped right at the doorway. He had tied that same filthy lungi around his waist again-the very one he had used just moments earlier to wipe his cum off my face.
 
A thought struck me: Who knows how many times he must have used this very lungi to wipe away his own cum, or the juices from some other woman's Choot (pussy)! Neeru’s vest and shirt hung dbangd over his shoulders. Clad only in his lungi, he stood before me, looking almost naked. His pitch-black, grime-caked body was once again laid bare before my eyes.
 
I was gazing intently at his naked form, yet until that moment, I hadn't realised that I, too, was sitting there before him clad in nothing but my bra and panties. I took another sip of water, and looking directly at Neeru, I spoke:
 
"Neeru... this wasn't right. This shouldn't have happened. If your Sahib (Sir) ever finds out about this, he’ll fire you from your job-and kick me out of the house. We’ll both be completely ruined. (Ham dono ki maa-bahen ek ho haayegi)" Written by Maitri.
 
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[maitripatel]

Neeru immediately stepped forward and sat down on the floor right next to my stool. He grabbed my feet and pleaded, “Ma’am… please don’t say anything to the Sahib… He’ll absolutely screw me over (Gaand maar denge); he… he… he’ll literally kill me. Please forgive me… From now on, I won’t even dare to look you.”

 
As he said this, Neeru bent down and began to kiss my feet.
 
At first, I tried to pull my feet away, but then I began to feel a strange sense of pleasure, and I let him continue what he was doing. Written by Maitri.
 
My feet were already out of my shoes. Neeru slowly began to kiss the tops of them. He started running his lips over my feet. Then, he lifted one of my feet and began kissing it once again.
 
Without pulling my foot away or attempting to stop him, I spoke softly, “Neeru… what are you doing? Don’t do this.This is not the right way.” Actually I didn’t want to stop him.
 
But now, running his tongue over the soles of my feet and licking them, he said, “No, Ma’am… please forgive me, and promise me that you won’t tell the Sahib. For God’s sake, please forgive me, Ma’am.”
 
Neeru held one of my feet with one hand, while his other hand stroked the lower part of that same leg. Once again, I began to feel a thrill from the magic of his touch.
 
A moment later, he kissed my other foot as well. That was when I stopped him: “That’s enough, Neeru… step back.”
 
Just as I was trying to put what had just happened out of my mind, the touch of his hands and tongue, along with his lewd actions, began to arouse me once again. I was starting to melt all over again. That is why, in an effort to regain my composure, I pushed him away.
 
He remained seated right there on the floor, beside my feet. Presented By Maitri.
 
Then, glancing at the glass I was holding in my hand, he asked, “Ma’am… could I have some water?” I glanced at him briefly, then took the bottle and topped up the water remaining in my glass. I then extended my own glass toward him.
 
Neeru immediately took the glass from me, his fingers brushing against mine, and began to drink. He drank with that same animal-like manner of his, some of the water spilling from his mouth as he did so.
 
I kept my eyes fixed on him. Neeru drank as if he had been parched for years, and then left a small amount of water remaining in the glass. Handing the glass back to me, he said, "Thank you, Ma'am-sahib."
 
I took the glass from him and placed it on the table, though I kept my hands resting upon it. As my gaze drifted toward the glass, I noticed something in the clear water within that otherwise spotless vessel: tiny black specks of paan, which, just as with the juice earlier, had transferred from his mouth into the water. Edited by Funlover.
 
I was still staring at the water in the glass when Neeru, brushing his foot against my bare leg just above the ankle, asked, "Madam-ji... could I get something to eat?"
 
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[maitripatel]

I looked at him and rose from my seat. It was then that I realized my body was still nearly naked, and I was sitting right in front of Neeru,  wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
 
Instinctively, my hands flew up to cover my boobs and I blurted out, “Oh shit… where is my gown?” Created for you by Maitri.
 
Neeru immediately stood up; thinking- God knows what- he slipped his dirty shirt off his shoulders, stepped behind me, and, dbanging it over my shoulders as if to help me put it on, said, “Madam-ji… please wear this for now… just for a little while.”
 
I turned to look at him, and, I don’t know why or how, my hands moved of their own accord to steady his shirt. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and put it on, then, without sparing him another glance, I headed toward the fridge.
 
On the wall next to the fridge hung a mirror that was even taller than I was. The moment my eyes fell upon my reflection in that mirror, the open fridge door, which I was still holding, remained frozen in my hand, and my gaze became transfixed upon my own image.
 
I saw that my beautiful, fair body was now clad in a terribly filthy shirt, from beneath which my fair arms protruded. The shirt’s buttons were undone, leaving the center of my bra clearly visible. The shirt reached only to my mid-thighs, leaving my fair legs bare beneath it.
 
I stared at my reflection in astonishment, wondering what had happened to me in the span of a single day—how I had transformed from a sophisticated, wealthy, high-class girl into something resembling a cheap, low-class whore.
 
I shook off those thoughts, retrieved a basket of apples from the fridge, returned to the table, and set it down.
 
“Take this, have an apple…” I said, avoiding Neeru’s gaze.
 
Neeru was still standing. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my arm, took an apple from the basket on the table, and said, “Thank you, Ma’am-saab.” Neeru hitched up his lungi slightly and began wiping the apple with the dirty fabric. Maitri's creativity.
 
I glared at him with utter disgust, he was attempting to clean an already clean piece of fruit, and doing so with that filthy lungi of his, a garment he likely hadn't washed in ages, and with which, only moments earlier, he had wiped his own semen off my body.
 
His actions repulsed me so deeply that I turned my face away.
 
Instead of using a knife to slice the apple, Neeru simply bit into it with his stained, grimy teeth and began to eat.
 
Despite myself, I found my gaze drifting back toward him. Neeru sat on the floor right beside my chair, gnawing away at the apple with his foul, discolored teeth.
 
I looked at the apple clutched in his hand; it bore the red-and-yellow imprints of his teeth and in a spot or two, I could even make out traces of blood oozing from his gums.
 
I marveled at just how filthy a human being he was and how I had actually surrendered my body to such a repulsive wretch. I began to feel a profound sense of self-loathing and revulsion. Edited by Funlover.
 
The foul stench of his body still lingered in my nostrils, a stench that, at this very moment, seemed to be rising from the shirt I was currently wearing.
 
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[maitripatel]

I shook off those thoughts, retrieved the basket of apples from the fridge, and returned to the table. Setting the basket down, and averting my gaze, I said, "Here, have an apple..." Written by Maitri.

 
Neeru was still standing there. Touching my arm, he picked up an apple and said, "Thank you, Ma'am."
 
I sat down silently in my seat. But deep inside, my mind had become a raging storm.
 
I am Dr. Sana... 27 years old, fair-skinned, beautiful, educated, a woman of high society. My husband is a doctor; my home is one of affluence; I possess a status of my own. Until today, I had never allowed another man to even come close to my body. Aside from Saud, I had never let even the shadow of another man fall upon my fair, moon-like skin.
 
And today... what have I done?
 
I surrendered myself to a filthy, dark-skinned, foul-smelling, low-caste sweeper. A ***** sweeper... whose lungi hadn't been washed in months, whose body reeked of sweat and grime, whose teeth were stained red and yellow, and whose hands were caked with dirt and grease.
 
I loathed myself. Maitri's creation.
 
I looked at my reflection in the mirror; my fair arms protruded from his filthy shirt. Through the shirt's unbuttoned front, my red bra was clearly visible. The shirt reached down to my thighs, leaving my fair legs bare beneath. I... Dr. Sana... was now wrapped in his dirty shirt.
 
My heart was pounding. On one side lay deep shame and guilt, betrayal of Saud, a fall from my high status, the act of fucking a lowly man.
 
On the other side... there still lingered a faint itch and wetness deep within my Choot (pussy). The mere thought of Neeru's filthy Lund (cock) sent a shiver running through my body. I thought to myself—"Have I gone mad?
 
Why did I abandon my clean, perfumed, handsome husband to take that filthy animal inside me?
 
His stench, his paan, his spit, his semen... and all of it going from my mouth down into my stomach... Shit... I should have felt nothing but revulsion for it all, but... but why is my Choot (pussy) still wet? Why my choot (pussy) acting against my thoughts?
 
Why did I find pleasure in his filth?
 
Why did I feel that I derived a pleasure far more intense, deeper, and more intoxicating from this lowly sweeper than I ever did from Saud’s clean, proper lovemaking?"
 
My eyes welled up with tears.
 
I cursed myself, "You’ve become a whore, Sana... a high-class whore. And to think, a filthy man’s Lund (cock) has just tasted your Choot (pussy). You’ve ruined everything in a single day. What if Saud finds out? He’ll never forgive me. And whether Saud forgives me or not... how will I ever forgive myself?"
 
And yet... the memory of Neeru’s dirty lungi, his foul-smelling shirt, and his grimy fingers inside my Choot (pussy)... the moment I recalled it all, my nipples hardened. My breathing grew heavy.
 
I told myself silently, "That’s it... that was the last time. Never again. I have to forget all of this. I must never dwell on this filth again."
 
But deep down, somewhere inside, I knew... this addiction wouldn't be so easy to shake off. Edited by Funlover.
 
Neeru rubbed the apple vigorously against his dirty lungi to clean it, then bit into it with his grimy teeth and began to eat. I watched him with utter loathing.
 
That lungi... the very garment he had used just moments ago to wipe his semen off my face and Choot (pussy)... that was the same lungi he was now using to clean his apple.
 
I felt the urge to retch.
 
And yet... deep within my Choot (pussy), a faint, rhythmic throbbing persisted. I closed my eyes, and just one question kept swirling through my mind, over and over again: “Sana… who exactly are you?”
 
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[maitripatel]

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[maitripatel]

Neeru was sitting on the floor right beside me, eating an apple and glancing in my direction every now and then. My gaze, too, kept drifting back toward him.

 
Suddenly, he spoke up, “Madam... why don't you have an apple, too?”
 
I replied, “Yes... I’ll have one.” Written by Maitri.
 
But the move he made next was rather strange, and I was actually surprised by his audacity. Lifting the apple he held in his hand slightly, he extended it toward my lips and said, “Madam... why don't you just take a bite from this one? You could probably use it right now.”
 
I looked at him. There was a peculiar, innocent smile playing on his lips.
 
Neeru pressed the apple, which he had already been eating, against my lips and began to gently trace it across them. He was now kneeling on the floor. He placed his other hand on my bare thigh and began to stroke it slowly.
 
All physical resistance and mental resolve drained from my body. My jaw went slack. Neeru placed the apple into my mouth.
 
Gazing into his eyes, my lips parted; my tongue emerged, and with the very tip of it, I gave a light lick to the apple he had been eating. Once again, I could taste the flavor of Neeru’s mouth inside my own.
 
Neeru gently nudged the apple forward, and sinking my teeth into it, I took a bite. Then, I began to chew it slowly.
 
Neeru then brought the apple back toward his own mouth; licking the exact spot where I had taken my bite, he remarked:
 
“Madam... you’re eating it has completely changed its flavor.”
 
Saying this, he began to laugh. Then Neeru slowly brought that very apple, the part he had already taken a bite out of, which was now coated with his saliva, towards my face; but instead of placing it in my mouth, he began to gently rub it against my cheeks.
 
I watched him in astonishment, yet I found myself unable to stop him.
 
It was then that I realized the semen from Neeru’s Lund (cock), which had spilled out of my Choot (pussy) and onto my face, along with his saliva, had already dried on my skin. I hadn't even gone to wash my face yet.
 
Neeru continued to gently rub the apple over my face, while his other hand slid down onto my thigh. Presented by Maitri.
 
My eyes began to droop. I leaned my head back against the chair and closed my eyes completely.
 
Neeru’s hand slid further down, slipping beneath his shirt, which I was currently wearing and making its way toward my Choot (pussy).
 
With my eyes still closed, I placed my soft, delicate, fair hand over his dark, strong one in an attempt to stop him, and let out a soft whimper:
 
“Nooooooo… Pleasezzzzzzzzzzzzz……..… Neeruuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… nooooooo…”
 
Before I could utter another word, Neeru pressed the apple against my lips, effectively silencing me.
 
My hand rested upon his, yet it was powerless to resist even the slightest exertion of his strength. And so, Neeru’s hand carrying mine along with it continued its descent toward my Choot (pussy).
 
The moment his finger brushed against my Choot (pussy) through the fabric of my panties, my hips instinctively arched upward, pressing my Choot (pussy) firmly against his finger as if my Choot (pussy), and indeed my entire body, were yearning desperately for the touch of his hands.
 
Neeru began to gently caress my Choot (pussy) with his finger. My Choot (pussy) started to grow wet once again. My body began to throb with desire for him all over again. Despite the self-loathing I had harbored based on my earlier thoughts, I began to melt once again at the mere touch of his hand. Forgetting his filth and ugliness, I found myself gravitating toward him.
 
I couldn't say what kind of magic or magnetic pull that filthy beast possessed.
 
Neeru placed the apple on a plate on the table; then, leaning in a little higher all while caressing my Choot (pussy), he began to bring his face closer to mine.
 
With my eyes still closed, I sensed his approach the moment the foul, hot scent of his breath filled my nostrils. I knew that Neeru was drawing near to my face once again, and I knew exactly what he intended to do; yet, I neither opened my eyes nor made any attempt to stop him.
 
The very next instant, I felt his dirty, hard lips press against my smooth cheek, and he planted a single kiss upon it. It was such a sloppy kiss that a bit of saliva escaped his mouth and smeared onto my cheek.
 
By now, however, I was growing accustomed to his filthy antics. Consequently, I offered no resistance; I simply lay there with my eyes still closed, resting my head against the back of the chair.
 
After planting a kiss or two, I felt the touch of Neeru’s tongue against my face. He began to lick away the apple juice that had been smeared across my features. He extended his tongue fully, systematically licking my cheeks clean. Edited by Funlover.
 
Strange tremors coursed through my body. My hand tightened its grip around his fingers, the very fingers that were, at that moment, caressing my Choot (pussy) right through my panties.
 
Neeru licked my face clean of every last drop of apple juice and every stray speck; then, he captured both my lips between his own and began to suck on them. Once again, my rose-petal lips were inside that filthy man's foul-smelling mouth, and he was sucking on them like an animal.
 
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[maitripatel]

Taking my lips into his mouth, Neeru began sucking on them while simultaneously thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. With my breathing growing increasingly rapid, I began to suck on his filthy tongue in return.

 
The saliva from his foul mouth flowed into mine via his tongue, a fluid, I sucked up as if it were divine nectar. Written by Maitri.
 
Down below, Neeru pushed aside the crotch of my panties; the juices flowing from my choot (pussy) immediately smeared onto his finger. He began to rub those very juices all over my choot (pussy), all the while keeping his tongue engaged with mine.
 
Driven wild by the touch of his fingers against my choot (pussy), I sucked frantically on his tongue, allowing the fluids to flow freely from my core.
 
Suddenly, after tracing his finger over my choot (pussy) for a moment, Neeru slid his thick, filthy, dark finger deep into my wet, throbbing hole.
 
I writhed on the chair, thrusting my hips upward to meet his finger. At the same time, pushing his tongue back with my own, I now thrust my own tongue deep into his foul, vile mouth.
 
Neeru welcomed my tongue into his mouth and began to suck on it. He clamped down on my tongue with his teeth, slowly increasing the pressure until he began to bite down on it.
 
This act of Neeru’s drove me into an even greater frenzy of desire. Juices began to gush from my choot (pussy) like a flowing waterfall.
 
Neeru slowly began to slide his finger in and out of my choot (pussy). Like a madwoman, I would alternate between sucking on his tongue myself and thrusting my own tongue into his mouth for his to suck on. I was experiencing a pleasure unlike anything I had ever known. With my other hand, I was gripping his dirty undershirt and pulling him toward me.
 
A moment later, I felt Neeru slide a second finger into my choot (pussy); now, using both fingers, he began to fuck me. Presented by Maitri.
 
“Sssssssssssssssssssssssss… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Mmmmmmmmmmooooooooooooooo…
Neeru… Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…
Ahhhhhhhh… How much are you going to fuck me? (Kitna chodega?)”
 
But Neeru, paying no heed to my pleas, kept thrusting his fingers in and out of my choot (pussy).
 
Now he had found a new game to play. He began working his fingers in and out of my choot (pussy) in turns, sometimes one, sometimes two. This new technique of his began to torment me even more.
 
Suddenly, Neeru did something I had never experienced before.
 
He lifted his fingers, still dripping with my choot (pussy)’s juices, up toward my face and began to run those wet fingers over my lips. The fluid and slick juices from my very own choot (pussy) were now coating my mouth.
 
I had just thought about pulling my face away when Neeru slid one of his fingers into my mouth. The strange, distinct taste of my own choot (pussy)’s juices spread across my tongue and throughout my mouth.
 
When I tried to push his finger out, he whispered softly in my ear, “Madam-ji… no… please… suck on your own juices… just see how sweet your nectar is.” Maitri's creature.
 
Shaking my head from side to side, I began to run my tongue over his finger, and the very next moment, I started sucking on it with my lips. Just then, Neeru leaned down and kissed my cheek, then began kissing the tip of my nose. The very next moment, he took the tip of my nose between his dark lips and began to suck on it.
 
The foul stench and odor from Neeru’s mouth were wafting directly into my nostrils. While sucking on the tip of my nose, Neeru slid the tip of his tongue inside my nose and began to probe the interior with it.
 
This was yet another novel experience for me; Neeru was licking the insides of my nose with his tongue. What utter absurdity this was, especially for a woman like me, who places such a high premium on hygiene.
 
I thought to myself, "Just how many filthy acts is this Neeru, this disgusting man, going to commit?"
 
As Neeru slid one finger after another into my mouth, he continued to lick the sides of my nose with his tongue. Between the direct stench from Neeru’s filthy mouth, my own quickening breath, and the sheer intensity of the pleasure, I found it becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.
 
Perhaps noticing my condition, Neeru withdrew his hand and mouth from my face and released me.
 
However, I was so utterly drained that I did not open my eyes; I simply remained slumped thise, my head resting against the back of the chair.
 
Just then, Neeru gently dbangd a piece of cloth over my face. As the pungent stench of the fabric assailed my nostrils, I opened my eyes, without moving a muscle, only to discover that Neeru had stripped off his filthy undershirt and laid it across my face and eyes.
 
The overpowering stench of it made me feel as though I were suffocating.
 
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[ananth1986]

The story is in English but the title is in Hindi. I think this is a Hindi story.
Today only find your most attrctive story is here. Thank you so much .If possible try to change title to english.
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[maitripatel]

The story is in English but the title is in Hindi. I think this is a Hindi story.
Today only find your most attrctive story is here. Thank you so much .If possible try to change title to english.
Once again thank you

Yes, my friend, you're absolutely right. The story should have been titled "Strange Thirst." Or "Weird Thirst.


Don't know how to change it now. 

Secondly, this story is being written in Hindi and Hinglish, in addition to English. 

Later I'll probably write it in Gujarati as well. 

I'll write it in Hindi later here too. It's currently running on another site. 

Thank you, my friend, for your interest in the story.

 Stay tuned and share your thoughts on it.

[maitripatel]

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[maitripatel]

I was just contemplating removing Neeru’s dirty, foul-smelling vest from my face when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and began pulling them down.

 
Instinctively, I lifted my hips slightly. The very next moment, my panties slid down my legs and came completely off my body. My lower body was now entirely naked. My lovely, tight, pink choot (pussy) lay completely exposed before Neeru’s lewd gaze- and perhaps, it was even inviting him. It was dripping wet, oozing with its juices.
 
There was a light growth of hair over my choot (pussy), which I hadn't groomed in a week. Out of sheer shame, I squeezed my eyes shut beneath Neeru’s dirty vest; deciding that enduring the stench was preferable to facing him, I chose to keep the foul-smelling garment pressed against my face. Created by Maitri.
 
Neeru leaned down, pressed his lips against my naked choot (pussy), and planted a deep, forceful kiss upon my wet, throbbing flesh.
 
Pulling my legs toward him, he shifted me slightly forward on the chair; then, lifting and spreading my legs wide, he propped them up on the chair's armrest.
 
I couldn't see my own position, but I could sense just how obscenely- how completely- I was being exposed before Neeru. My legs were splayed wide apart, and my choot (pussy) lay fully open- utterly uncovered, with nothing left to hide it.
 
Neeru now sat down on the floor directly in front of my choot (pussy) and began slowly tracing a finger along the cleft of my vulva. Then, leaning in closer, he started running his tongue down the central slit of my choot (pussy), gliding from top to bottom. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… sssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ni...ruuuuuuu.....”
 
Hissing sounds of pleasure escaped my lips.
 
With his dirty hands and grimy fingers, Neeru parted the two lips of my choot (pussy), and the entrance to my choot (pussy) lay exposed right before his eyes.
 
He leaned down and began to tease the opening of my choot (pussy) with the tip of his tongue; I writhed in a frenzy of pleasure and delight. “Ni.......ru.........what....are....you....do...ing......I'm....go...ing....to....die.......gently.....”
 
After grazing the opening of my choot (pussy), he withdrew his tongue. Then, he thrust his tongue deep inside my choot (pussy), and I jolted in response. Presented by Maitri.
 
Neeru began to lick the insides of my choot (pussy) with his tongue. One of his fingers rested on my clitoris- my little ‘button’- which he rubbed rhythmically while continuing to lick me. He was playing with my little pearl of pleasure.
 
A moment later, Neeru pressed the tip of his tongue directly against my clitoris and began to tease it intensely. At the same time, he slid one of his fingers inside my choot (pussy), thrusting it in and out. It felt as though a floodgate had opened inside me, and I was on the verge of reaching my climax. I placed one of my hands on Neeru’s hair- which was slick with oil- and pressed his head firmly against my choot (pussy). In that instant, my choot (pussy) erupted once again, gushing fluid like a fountain.


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[maitripatel]

Never before had my choot (pussy) released its fluids so many times in a single day as it did today. In fact, it had never happened this many times- ever. Written by Maitri.

 
Neeru placed his finger against my lips- right over the vest that lay dbangd across my face- and began to gently caress them. I couldn't feel the touch of his fingers on my lips, yet his filthy undershirt kept rubbing against them.
 
A moment later, Neeru pressed his finger against my mouth- right through the fabric of his undershirt- and, while pushing his finger inward, he forced the undershirt itself into my mouth as well. When I tasted the grime of his dirty undershirt on my tongue, I tried to spit it out; however, Neeru pushed it back in and said, "Madam-ji... no... please... suck on my finger... you'll love it... it's the sweet nectar from your very own lovely choot (pussy)."
 
I found myself in a strange predicament. If I were to suck his finger, I would inevitably have to suck on his undershirt as well. Yet, due to his slight physical strength, I was unable to dislodge his finger from my mouth, and the filth from his dirty undershirt began to dissolve inside. Created by Maitri.
 
After a while, Neeru knelt down again and began to lick my choot (pussy). My choot (pussy) was still dripping wet, and I lay there just as before- legs propped up on the armrests of the chair, my choot (pussy) spread wide open.
 
Suddenly, while licking my choot (pussy), Neeru touched my anal opening with the very tip of his tongue. At the mere touch of his tongue, my tight, pink little asshole instantly clenched shut. Yet, I found it pleasurable, too. Neeru then began to lick my Gaand (asshole), using just the tip of his tongue. Cupping my buttocks in both hands to spread them apart, he attempted to slide his dirty tongue inside my anal opening.
 
It is a certainty that whenever a man licks a woman's Gaand (asshole), the opening eventually yields and relaxes on its own. And indeed, I was becoming utterly overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all. I placed my hand on his head and began pulling his face down toward my ass.
 
A few minutes later, Neeru lifted his mouth away from my choot (pussy) and asshole. And just moments after that, I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my vaginal opening. I had already been fucked by Neeru’s filthy cock once before, so there was no point in resisting him a second time now- for he was determined to fuck me regardless. Besides, I and my choot (pussy), were craving a Lund (cock) to pound us once again.
 
I lay there just as I was, waiting for Neeru’s cock to make its entry into my choot (pussy). Neeru gave a gentle thrust, and in a single, swift motion, his filthy cock slid deep inside me, sinking in all the way.
 
“Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ni...ruuuuuuuuuu...a....h....”
With that sound, I writhed in ecstasy, and with a sudden jerk, I thrust my choot (pussy) upward- clearing the path for his cock to slide all the way inside.
 
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Stay tuned friends.

Maitri.

             

[RCF]

I have read this story long time back in Hindi version, its kinky but still peak erotica at that time. Thanks for transitioning it in English.

[maitripatel]

I have read this story long time back in Hindi version, its kinky but still peak erotica at that time. Thanks for transitioning it in English.

Yes, And it was in Hinglish and looking like written as a single paragraph, but that story was or is quite difficult to read and understand.


However, I have tried to write it here based on my own understanding. I hope everyone likes it.

[maitripatel]

Let's move ahead friends................

[maitripatel]

Neeru lifted himself up slightly and began thrusting his Lund (cock) in and out of my choot (pussy). Now he was standing up and fucking my choot (pussy), while I lay sprawled on a chair right in front of him, my choot (pussy) spread wide open.

The repeated in-and-out motion of his Lund (cock) inside my choot (pussy) was giving me immense pleasure. Moans of delight and ecstasy escaped my lips. Written by Maitri.
 
Neeru leaned forward slightly, lifted the dirty undershirt that had been covering my face, and placed it on the table.
 
I opened my eyes and looked ahead to find Neeru leaning over me. His dirty, dark body was right up against my fair skin- in fact, it was touching me.
 
I couldn't muster the courage to look down and watch how his Lund (cock) was moving in and out of my choot (pussy).
 
Instead, I gazed into Neeru’s eyes.
 
Using his hands, Neeru lifted his dirty shirt- the very one I was wearing- off my chest; then, placing his hands directly over my red bra, he began to squeeze my breasts while continuing to fuck my choot (pussy).
 
Neeru was gripping my breasts to steady himself.
 
My eyes remained fixed on Neeru’s dirty, dark, and ugly face. As I stared at him, I found myself wondering:
 
“Why on earth am I having sex with this filthy man?
 
Until today, I had never even allowed another man to come anywhere near me.
 
If I am going to be unfaithful to my husband, why do it with a dirty, despicable man like Neeru? Presented by Maitri.
 
His stench, his filth, his vulgarity... everything about him should have repulsed me.
 
And yet... why is my choot (pussy) still throbbing with desire for his Lund (cock)?” When Neeru noticed me looking at him, he grinned, revealing his stained, yellowed teeth, and chuckled slightly as he spoke:
 
“Ma’am… you are incredibly beautiful… I swear to God.
 
Your choot (pussy) is so tight. I just feel like keeping this Lund (cock) buried inside your tight, delicious choot (pussy) and fucking you endlessly.
 
I simply can’t understand why men- like *Sahib*- would go around fucking those nurses when they have a wife as stunning and beautiful as you.”
 
Neeru’s words took me aback a little. Yet, I had suspected all along that this was exactly what Neeru had been hiding from me- the fact that Saud was having affairs with those nurses.
 
I gazed down at his pitch-black chest, then placed my soft, fair hand upon his bare, dark skin; gently stroking him, I asked:
 
“Neeru… if you knew all this, why have you been hiding it from me until now?”
 
Neeru smiled faintly, and then leaned in to plant a kiss on my cheek as he replied:
 
“Ma’am… well, I was just afraid of Sahib, you see… afraid he might fire me from my job.” Edited by Fun Love.
 
I pinched his dark, hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger; gently teasing them, I said:
 
“Don’t you worry… if your Sahib fires you, I’ll hire you to work for me instead.”
 
Grinning broadly, Neeru asked: “Doing what kind of work, Ma’am?”
 
I smiled back, casting a seductive glance at him as I replied:
 
“How would you like it if I hired you for this very job, Neeru?”
 
Neeru’s jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. Thrusting his Lund (cock) rapidly in and out of my choot (pussy), he exclaimed:
 
“Ma’am… I will remain your servant and your slave forever. I will do whatever you command.
 
You have given me something I never even dared to dream of.” Due to the intensity of his thrusts, I cried out in slight pain:
 
“Ooooooffffffffffffffffff… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Easy… Neeru… What are you doing? Slow down a little… Are you trying to kill me?”
 
Seeing me moan under the force of his powerful thrusts, Neeru grew even more delighted. He leaned down to kiss my lips and murmured:
 
“Nothing will happen to you, Madam-ji…”
 
Neeru stuck out his tongue and moved it toward my face.
 
As I watched him extend his tongue toward me, I glanced into his eyes; then- unwillingly, and for reasons I couldn't explain- I stuck out my own tongue and reached it toward his.
 
Seeing my tongue emerge, Neeru grinned with delight, leaned down a little further, and touched the tip of his tongue against the tip of mine.
 
My tongue began to brush slowly against his, as if our tongues had suddenly engaged in a playful duel.
 
A few moments later, Neeru captured my tongue between his lips and began to suck on it. The very next instant, his tongue slid into my mouth, compelling me to suck on his in return.
 
I found myself utterly astonished at my own actions- doing all of this with that filthy Neeru.
 
After thrusting into me in this position for a while, Neeru withdrew his Lund (cock); yet, without ever releasing my tongue from his lips, he placed his Lund (cock) against my stomach and began to rub it back and forth.
 
Warm, hot semen began to spill from Neeru’s Lund (cock) and trickle down onto my stomach. And as he ejaculated, he continued to suck vigorously on my tongue. Maitri's creature.
 
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Stay tuned friends.

Maitri.

JAY BHARAT.

                

[maitripatel]

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