Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

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I spoke in a slightly softer tone,

“Yes… hurry up and finish the work… it’s been quite a few days now.” Maitri's creativity.
 
Running his fingers through my hair and touching my waist, he said,
 
“Madam-ji… it’s only my second day coming here, and you’re already getting bored of me? And by the way, Madam-ji… I went to the hospital yesterday and told Sahib-ji.”
 
I was startled by his words; turning my head quickly to look at him, I asked with a hint of anxiety,
 
“What did you tell Saud?”
 
Neeru grinned, revealing his grimy teeth. He leaned in closer,his hand moving from my hair down to caress my waist,and brushed his nose against my hair as he spoke,
 
“I just told him that Madam-ji had given me breakfast and some juice yesterday.”
 
I felt a wave of relief upon hearing that. I glanced into his eyes; his grubby face was smiling right at me. I quickly turned my gaze back to my bowl of yogurt.
 
Neeru’s dirty hands were moving from my hair down to my waist. Meanwhile, my hand began to tremble as I stirred the spoon in the yogurt bowl. I could feel a strange sensation rising within me. Trying to push him away and assert some authority, I adopted a firmer tone,
 
“Neeru… what are you doing?” Presented by Maitri.
 
I had spoken the words, but my voice came out so weak and shaky that anyone could have sensed the turmoil I was feeling inside.
 
Inhaling the scent of my hair with his grimy nose, Neeru said,
 
“I’m not doing anything, Madam; it’s just that the fragrance of your hair was so lovely.”
 
Neeru’s fingers were touching the zipper on the back of my shirt. I spoke again in a weak voice,
 
“Don’t, Neeru… please…”
 
But instead of listening to me, Neeru swept my hair to one side of my back, cleared the area around my neck and waist, and,slowly lowering my zipper,said,
 
“I’m not doing anything, Madam-ji… just touching you a little to see… you just sit back and relax.”
 
With one hand, he was unzipping my shirt, while the other ran his grimy fingers through my hair. My shirt’s zipper ran all the way from my neck, down my back, and past my waist to just above my hips. As Neeru’s hands continued to lower the zipper, my fair waist was once again exposed to his lecherous gaze. Maitri's Story.
 
The moment his fingers touched my bare waist, my body seemed to melt. My eyes began to close.
 
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Neeru brought his foul-smelling mouth close to my ear and whispered,

 
“Madam-ji... you are so beautiful. Your body is stunning.”
 
As he spoke, his fingers grazed my bare waist, and my breathing quickened. His filthy mouth was right next to my ear, and the pungent, sweaty odor of his breath and body filled my nostrils. The smell was so intense and heavy that it induced a strange, intoxicating daze in my mind. Written by Maitri.
 
Brushing his thick, dark, and grimy lips against my ear, Neeru said,
 
“Your perfume smells so lovely.”
 
To that filthy, low-class man, I was nothing short of a fairy or a celestial beauty; conversely, his compliments meant nothing to me, yet, for some reason, I found myself enjoying it. Perhaps it was the effect of his fingers moving across my bare skin.
 
Neeru pressed his grimy lips against the exposed upper part of my waist, planted a kiss there, moistening the spot with saliva, and whispered softly,
 
“Madam-ji... you are so beautiful. Then there’s my wife, she’s so dark and ugly that I can’t even bear to look at her. And here you are, I never want to leave your side.”
 
I should have been offended by his comparison of me to his unsightly wife, but for some reason, I liked it.
 
The zipper of my garment had slid down so far that the hook of my black bra was visible against my fair skin. Neeru pressed his dirty lips to my upper waist again and began to kiss and lick the skin slowly.
 
“ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ooooooooooooooooooooo…” Hissing sounds began to escape my lips.
 
Neeru’s hands were on my shoulders, gently pressing and caressing them. From there, his hands began to slide downwards towards my front, moving closer to my boobs. I couldn't stop him; I simply lay there with my eyes closed, feeling the touch of his rough, calloused, masculine hands. He could clearly feel my brassiere beneath his touch. Presented by Maitri.
 
After grazing the tops of my boobs, his hands moved back up to touch my bare neck, caressing it with those rough, hard palms. From my neck, his hands traveled up to my face, and he began to stroke both my cheeks.
 
“mmmmmmm sssssssssssss nnnnnnnnnnnnn hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooo…” These were the only sounds escaping my lips. Edited by Funlover.
 
While caressing my cheeks, Neeru began to trace my pink lips with his fingers. As he ran his finger over my lips, he applied slight pressure and tried to slip it into my mouth; unable to offer any resistance, even though I might have wanted to, I gently parted my lips and allowed his thick, rough finger to slide inside.
 
Neeru touched my clean, white teeth with his fingers, seemingly counting them one by one. His finger moved back and forth across my teeth. Neeru applied a little pressure, trying to force her way past my teeth, and my teeth yielded to her grimy fingers, as if they wanted to avoid touching that filth, or perhaps as if I wanted to taste her finger on my tongue. Whatever the reason, the very next moment her finger was inside my mouth, resting upon my tongue.
 
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As soon as his filthy finger touched my tongue, the heavy, sour, and pungent taste of the grime on it dissolved in my mouth. I couldn't tell if it was dirt, oil, sweat, or what other filth coated his finger, all combining to create a strange, repulsive flavor. When I didn't move my tongue, he began to slowly rake his dirty finger across it. Sometimes he would slide it beneath my tongue, other times he would run it over the top, moving from front to back. Occasionally, he would touch the roof of my mouth or graze and scbang the insides of my cheeks. Crafted by Maitri.

 
His other hand had returned to my waist, touching and caressing the bare skin there. He paused the movement of the finger inside my mouth, simply resting it against my tongue. After a few seconds, my tongue began to move on its own, and I started licking his finger. Down below, my Choot (Choot (pussy)) was beginning to get wet. It felt as though no part of my body was under my control; every inch of me had surrendered itself to that filthy Neeru.
 
When Neeru tried to pull his finger out of my mouth, my lips clamped down, holding it in place, and I began to suck on it gently. Neeru would push his finger slightly deeper into my mouth and then pull it back, while my lips would suck and draw it back in. Neeru took his fingers out of my mouth, began stroking my shoulders with both hands again, and, burying his face in my hair to inhale the scent, started moving his hands downwards. This time, his filthy hands didn't pause anywhere; they went straight for my boobs. As his rough, grimy hands grabbed my firm, round breasts, I let out a sharp hiss, leaned my head back against the chair, and moaned with my eyes closed:
 
“sssssssssssssssssssssssss… plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Neeru… noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…”
 
But Neeru didn't let go of my boobs; instead, he began squeezing them gently. My head was still resting against the back of the chair, and my eyes remained closed. Suddenly, I sensed a pungent, foul odor. I assumed it was bad breath coming from Neeru’s mouth. When I opened my heavy, dazed eyes to confirm this, I saw Neeru’s dark, filthy, ugly face looming over my fair, pale complexion. His thick, coarse, and repulsive dark lips were moving toward my soft, delicate ones. Neeru’s gaze met mine, yet his advancing lips didn't stop; the moment they touched mine, a wave of that foul stench rushed into my chest.
 
Instead of kissing my lips tenderly like a lover, Neeru clamped both my lips between his thick ones and began kissing them in a bizarre manner. Slowly, he started sucking on my lips with his dark ones. A strange sensation washed over me as I felt his lips against mine. Neeru was kissing and sucking my lips in an incredibly crude, animalistic fashion. Helped by Funlover.
 
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Neeru began licking my lips with his tongue. He sucked and licked the lipstick off my lips thoroughly, as if it were a delicacy he had never tasted before. His hot, rough tongue slid repeatedly over my soft, pink lips. With every lick, the moisture from my lips transferred to his mouth, while his thick lips crushed and sucked against mine. He was devouring the nectar of my lips like an animal. Presented by Maitri.

As he pushed his tongue between my lips, my eyes fluttered shut, and my hands instinctively rose to wrap around his neck. Neeru’s tongue was now inside my mouth, licking the insides of my lips. I immediately trapped his tongue between mine and began to suck on it. I don't know what came over me, I had succumbed to my own desire. I, too, began licking and cleaning his tongue.
 
Just like yesterday, his mouth carried the scent and taste of paan and cigarettes, a mix of aroma and grime, but perhaps I had grown accustomed to it, or maybe I was so desperate to take that very filth into myself that I was sucking his tongue like a madwoman. It seemed that this dirty tongue had become something I craved; I was cleaning it thoroughly as I sucked on it.
 
I placed one hand in his greasy, oil-laden hair and thrust my tongue into his mouth. With my eyes closed, I gripped his hair, pulling his head toward me while swirling my tongue inside his mouth. As I swirled my tongue behind her teeth and along her gums, I found traces of paan (betel leaf); my tongue drew them down and into my own mouth. The paan that had been in Neeru’s mouth was now in mine, yet I kept swirling my tongue inside hers, rubbing it against hers. That scent of paan had transformed into a sweet fragrance for me, at least in that moment.
 
My hands were in Neeru’s hair, while hers were playing with my boobs. My nipples were clearly visible, erect beneath the thin fabric of my shirt and bra; Neeru took them between her thick fingers and began to squeeze and knead them.
 
“Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
 
These were the moans that escaped me when she firmly kneaded my nipple between her thick fingers. It had already hardened, yet she kneaded it vigorously, as if in a rush to soften it. I offered no resistance; I simply reveled in the sensation of having my nipple kneaded like that. Perhaps that was the difference between Saud and Neeru.
 
While still kissing my lips, Neeru moved her hands from my boobs to my shoulders and began sliding my shirt down. The silky shirt slipped off my soft, smooth shoulders and gathered around my arms. Neeru eased the shirt off my arms until it fell into my lap, leaving my boobs, clad in a black bra, fully exposed.
 
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The black brassiere looked stunning against my fair skin; my large boobs, confined within that tight black bra, seemed as if they were straining to break free. A deep, alluring cleavage was formed between them. My upper body was clad only in the black bra, while the rest of me was completely naked.

Still holding me, Neeru moved around the back of the chair to stand before me; he gripped my arms and pulled me to my feet. When I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was standing a step away with his arms spread wide. I glanced at his face, and he bared his stained, yellowish teeth in a lewd grin; winking his left eye, he gestured for me to come closer, as if, for this very moment, he were my master. Written by Maitri.
 
Neeru stood just an arm's length away. My gaze fell upon his dark body, where sweat was still glistening and trickling down; his entire torso and chest were slick with grime and perspiration. As I looked at his naked, dark, and sweaty body, my right hand rose and reached toward his chest. I placed my hand upon him, and it instantly grew damp from the sweat covering his skin.
 
Locking eyes with Neeru, I began to run my hand over his chest. Seeing me caress him like that, Neeru smiled; he winked again and said,
 
“Madam-ji... come a little closer. Let me get a good look at the goods.”
 
Looking into his eyes, I asked mischievously,
 
“Why? What for?” I kept running my hand over his chest without making any other move, and then, looking into his eyes, I dragged my long fingernails down his dark, grimy chest with a bit of pressure; Neeru let out a sharp yelp,
 
“Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... behenchod (sister fucker)... Madam-ji...”
 
He jerked backward, startled, as he hadn't expected that from me.
 
I started to laugh, and as I looked at his chest, caked in dark grime, I saw four white streaks left by my nails running from top to bottom. I glanced at my long fingernails and saw the dirt from his filthy chest lodged beneath them. He said,
 
“Madam-ji... what have you done? You dug your nails in so hard.”
 
I smiled and said,
 
“Oh... let me soothe it a bit... come here.”
 
I reached out my hand, and he flinched backward in fear again, making me laugh. I asked, Created by Maitri.
 
“Why are you scared?”
 
Neeru said, “Madam-ji... you’ll do the same thing again. First, lower your arms and come into my embrace.”
 
Neeru said this while spreading his arms wide once more. Smiling, I lowered my arms, moved slowly forward, and nestled into his open, dark arms. I rested my head on his shoulder, and the scent of his body’s grime and sweat washed over me. I lifted my face and kissed his dirty, dark cheek; his stubble had grown out, and the coarse hairs pricked my skin like thorns. Kissing him, I said,
 
“You aren’t scared anymore, are you, my asshole?”
 
Neeru grinned, revealing his dirty teeth, and after kissing my lips, said,
 
“No, Ma’am... but those scratches you gave me... they’re really stinging.”
 
I smiled at his words and said,
 
“Oh... wait... let me take a look.” Edited by Funlover.
 
I pulled back slightly and lowered my head to examine the scratches on his chest. That’s when I realized I had dug my nails in a bit too deep, as there were faint traces of blood visible in the wounds. I felt a pang of regret. When I touched the scratches with my finger, Neeru flinched violently,
 
“Oooooo iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Madamgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg... what are you doing... touching it with your finger makes it sting even more.”
 
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“Sorry… sorry…” I said, pulling my hand away. Then, I moved my face close to his grimy chest and, ignoring the foul odor, leaned in to blow gently on his scratches. I asked,

“Should I apply some Povidone to these?”
 
Neeru replied,
“No, no, Madam… no need for Povidone… just a little bit of your spit will fix everything.” Written by Maitri.
 
Looking at him, I said,
 
“Why? Why should I use my spit? Am I your wife?”
 
He said,
“Alright, Madam… never mind… but if Sahab-ji sees this, what answer will I give him?”
 
Running my finger over his nipple and smiling, I asked,
 
“Does your boss look at this nipple of yours too? And if he does, just tell him you tried to bang his wife.”
 
Neeru ran his hand over my breasts, right over my bra, and kissed my lips as he said,
 
“Madam… I could never r.a.p.e you.” Maitri's creativity.
 
Smiling, I asked,
 
“Why couldn't you?”
 
Grinning to reveal his grimy teeth, Neeru said, “Because I really like you, Madam… that’s why.”
 
I laughed and said, “Alright, alright… stop buttering me up now… I’ll fix this.”
 
I looked at his grimy chest, then slowly extended the tip of my tongue toward it. Gazing at him, I gently touched one of the scratches on his chest with the tip of my tongue.
 
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” A long, relieved sigh escaped Neeru’s lips.
 
Smiling at him, I began running my tongue over one of the scratches, moving it slowly from bottom to top. As I licked the raw, abraded area with my tongue, the taste of his foul sweat filled my mouth, accompanied by the salty tang of his blood. It felt incredibly bizarre to be licking the wounds of a filthy man like Neeru. More than the raw wound itself, the grime and sweat from his dirty, dark body were coating my tongue. Yet, I had reached a state where I was no longer conscious of what I was doing or why.
 
Neeru said, "Madam... it feels much better now. I’m getting some relief. If you could just apply a little more saliva, everything would be fine."
 
Gently stroking his stomach, I asked, "How else should I apply it? I’m already doing it with my tongue... just like you asked."
 
Then, Neeru did something else repulsive. He lowered his head and spat directly onto the raw patch on his chest. A generous amount of saliva dripped from his mouth onto his chest, mixing with the sweat and grime of his body. That increasingly filthy mixture began to flow downwards, running over the raw wound.
 
I watched in silence as it trickled down his dirty body. Neeru said,
 
"Madam-ji... please spread it over my wounds."
 
I felt deeply unsettled. I glanced at him once and then reached out, moving my finger toward the saliva. And just as I began to touch the foul saliva trickling down his chest, he grabbed my wrist and said,
“Not like that, Madam-ji…” Edited by Funlover.
 
Without making even the slightest attempt to pull my fair, delicate wrist away from his filthy, thick, dark lips, I asked,
 
“Then how?”
 
Neeru grinned, revealing his grimy teeth, and said, “Madam-ji… just like you were doing before.”
 
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I was stunned by his demand and kept staring at him. Then, glancing down at his chest, I saw the spit he had let fall trickling down toward the lowest point of the raw, irritated patch on his skin. He spoke again,

 
“Ma’am... please hurry... or else it’ll drip right off.” Presented by Maitri.
 
I looked into his eyes once more, and my gaze seemed to lock onto his. Slowly, my face began to move toward his grimy chest. Once again, my mouth was close to his filthy body. I extended the tip of my tongue, placed it right at the bottom of that raw patch, and held it there without moving it. The saliva from his dirty mouth, carrying the grime and sweat from his chest as it trickled down, began to pool on my tongue.
 
My eyes remained locked with his. Then, slowly, I began to spread that saliva back upwards across his skin using my tongue. It spread from my tongue onto the raw areas of his chest. It was a truly strange, repulsive sensation.
 
As I ran my tongue from top to bottom, smearing the spit across his body, he spat onto his chest again right before my eyes. But this time, he didn't need to say a word; I silently began rubbing the fresh spit into his skin.
 
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Madam-ji, just like thaaaaaaat... oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, it feels so soothingggggggggggggggggggggg...”
 
Suddenly, Neeru cupped my face in both hands, lifted it away from his body, and said, “Madam-ji... now, stick out your tongue for a moment.”
 
I asked, “What for?”
 
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I silently stuck my tongue all the way out.
 
Neeru leaned closer to my face; pursing his lips and gathering saliva in his mouth, he prepared to let it drip out. I understood his intention,he wanted to drop his saliva directly onto my tongue. Despite realizing this, I didn't pull my face or mouth away; I simply kept looking into his eyes.
 
A glob of Neeru’s saliva dangled from his mouth and landed on my tongue. Even as it fell, a thin, stringy trail of it remained connected to his mouth. As he closed his mouth and pulled away, that stringy strand of saliva brushed against my cheek. I sat there with my tongue extended, holding that thick, foul saliva, and as I gazed at him, he said,
 
“Madam-ji… now please, smear it back onto my wounds.”
 
Silently, I applied the saliva resting on my tongue to the abrasions on his chest, rubbing it in with upward strokes. Sweat trickling from his body was getting into my mouth too, yet, for some reason, I felt no revulsion at the filth; instead, I kept licking away the saliva, sweat, grime, and blood from those scratches.
 
Neeru gripped my shoulders, pulled me up, and wrapped his arms around me, pressing me against his chest; then, he planted his lips on mine and began to kiss me. My fair arms rose to encircle his grimy body, resting on his waist, and I, too, began caressing his waist while kissing his thick, dark, and dirty lips. My fair boobs, concealed within my black bra, were pressed against his dark chest. Lost in the moment, we were kissing each other once again. The pungent odor of sweat and grime from his body was seeping into me with every breath I took. Edited by Funlover.
 
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For a while, oblivious to the world and my surroundings, I kept kissing his dirty, thick, dark lips. Then, when his stench became unbearable, I pulled back slightly. Just then, Neeru grabbed the hem of my shirt, which was hanging over my lower body and started pulling it down. He was sitting on the floor, and I rested my hand on his head for support.

As the shirt slid down over my hips, my shalwar came down with it; Neeru pulled both garments down together. Leaning on his head for balance, I stepped out of both the shirt and the shalwar.
 
Now, I stood in the kitchen before Neeru, clad only in my bra and underwear. He looked at me, cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezed them gently, and said,
 
"I swear, Ma'am... you have such a sexy body."
 
I smiled at his words. Neeru slid one arm under my legs and the other around my lower back, lifting my naked body up into his lap in one swift motion.
 
"Hey, hey, Neeru... what are you doing? Put me down."
 
I steadied myself by wrapping my arms around his neck for support; he carried me out of the kitchen into the TV lounge and laid me down on the sofa. Once I was lying there, Neeru leaned over me and began kissing my cheeks, lips, nose, and forehead again.
 
The way that filthy man kissed was incredibly gross. He kissed as if he were a dog licking my body. He licked my entire face, drenching it in his saliva, and the stench of his foul spit wafted up from my skin to my nose. Neeru took my delicate, thin, pink lower lip between his own thick, dark, and grimy lips and began to suck on it. He caught my lovely lip between his filthy teeth—teeth that had likely never seen a toothbrush in his life, and started pressing down gently. A product of Maitri.
 
When he bit my lip, I let out a sharp sound, yet instead of pushing him away, I pulled him even closer. Neeru’s hands were pressing against my boobs over my bra, fondling them. He slid his hand down to my back and tried to undo the bra’s hook.
 
The bra was incredibly tight on my body, so Neeru was struggling to unfasten it. To tease him further, I tensed my body in a way that made the bra fit even more snugly around my torso.
 
Despite his best efforts, Neeru couldn't get it open. Frustrated, he said,
 
“Madam-ji... the thing is... you’re wearing it so tight... why won't it just open?” Under direction of Funlover.
 
Hearing this, I laughed and said,
 
“How should I know? You’re the one trying to open it, so you ought to know how. Have you never unhooked your wife’s bra?”
 
I said this to tease him. Neeru, still struggling with the hook, replied,
 
“I’ve opened hers many of times, Madam-ji... I’ve opened it plenty of times... but let’s not even talk about hers.”
 
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