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Neeru is enjoying with her fully in all ways he like.Hot and filthy Neeru.

Is Neeru enjoying himself or is Dr. Sana enjoying herself? 

It's hard to determine. 

I think Dr. Sana is enjoying her inner desires. 

Do you agree with me?

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“And…” I said, gathering saliva in my mouth and spitting it out again. This time, the spit landed on his cheek, right next to his nose. I placed my hand on his face and began smearing the saliva all over it; his entire face started glistening with it. Then, I slid two of my fingers into her mouth. Neeru began sucking on them greedily, just like a child sucking on a piece of candy.

 
Meanwhile, his dirty, thick fingers were still roaming over my Choot (pussy). He was stroking the upper triangle of my mound, occasionally moving lower to touch my plump, pink labia. Then, he slid a finger inside my Choot (pussy) and left it there. I shuddered and clamped my thighs tightly together.
 
“Aah… Neeru… gently… uff… deep inside…”
 
Neeru leaned forward, pressed his lips against the henna-patterned area above my Choot (pussy), and planted a firm kiss. “chapp… chapp…” The sounds echoed as his tongue began licking the henna stains.
 
Then, he stood up. He pressed her lips against mine and began a deep kiss. His foul-smelling mouth, reeking of a mix of cigarettes, Paan, and my own saliva, only aroused me further. He grabbed my heavy boobs through my choli and began fondling them vigorously. A product of Maitri Patel.
 
“Madam… no girl in the entire hospital has boobs like yours… I swear to God. They are so big, heavy, and soft, they bounce right back into your hand. Just look at the nipples… they’ve become so large and hard. ‘Amazing’ is the only word for them. I just want to keep sucking and milking them over and over.”
 
He slid my blouse up and freed my boobs. Now, both my large, round, fair boobs were completely bare. My nipples were a deep pink and fully erect. Neeru took one nipple into his mouth and began sucking vigorously. The sounds of “slurp… chhapp… chapp” echoed through the room.
 
I pressed his head against my boobs and moaned, “Yes… harder… suck… bite… uff… Neeru… your tongue has magic…”
 
Neeru was kneading my other boob with one hand, tweaking the nipple with his fingers, while his other hand was still fingering my Choot (pussy). Now, two of his fingers were moving in and out. Wet, squelching sounds, “chup… chup… fachaak…”, were coming from my Choot (pussy).
 
My breathing quickened. My body was drenched in sweat. Neeru’s fingers were rubbing the walls of my Choot (pussy); occasionally, he would rub his thumb against my clitoris, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
 
“Neeru… I… I’m about to come… Uff… faster… go faster… my Choot (pussy) is giving out; I can’t hold back much longer…”
 
Neeru pulled his fingers out of my Choot (pussy), licked them clean, and then knelt down. He spread my thighs wide and pressed his mouth firmly against my Choot (pussy). His thick tongue began licking my labia before sliding inside. He was drinking up all my juices, licking and sucking greedily.
 
“Madam… your juices are like nectar… sweet… salty… and so thick… I’ve become a slave to them…”
 
I pressed his head harder against my Choot (pussy). My hips arched, slamming against his mouth. The room echoed with nothing but my gasps, the sounds of Neeru’s licking, and the wet, squelching noises of my dripping Choot (pussy).
 
My body went rigid. With a powerful jolt, I screamed out,
 
“Aaaahhh… Neeru… I’m coming… Uffff… yes… yes… drink it all up… aahhh…”
 
My juices gushed into Neeru’s mouth. He drank it all without spilling a drop, licking up every last trace with his tongue. But this was just the beginning. My insatiable thirst hadn't been quenched yet. I pulled Neeru up and whispered into his ear:
 
“Now take out your Lund (cock)… and ram it into my thirsty Choot (pussy)… I’m going to drain you completely today… pound my Choot (pussy) as hard and as long as you want… today, it’s going to take a real beating from that lovely Lund (cock) of yours.” Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
Neeru’s eyes lit up. He took off his pants and pulled out his thick, black, veiny Lund (cock), which was already fully erect and glistening…
 
 
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As soon as Neeru’s thick, dark fingers brushed against the top of my Choot (pussy), intense waves of pleasure surged through my entire body. A shiver ran all the way from my spine down to my heels. My hips arched instinctively, and an involuntary gasp escaped my lips; 

"Aah... uff... my hole..."
 
Neeru was still kneeling between my thighs; his face was very close to my Choot (pussy). Gasping, I grabbed a handful of his thick, oily hair and yanked hard, pulling his face up towards mine. He looked at me; his eyes held a mix of hunger and obedience.
 
I remembered what he had done earlier. I pursed my pink lips, preparing to spit. Seeing my expression, Neeru instantly understood what I was about to do. Without wasting a moment, he opened his mouth wide. His filthy, yellow-stained mouth, reeking of cigarettes and paan, lay open before me.
 
I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it drop. A thick, viscous glob of spit, white as milk, oozed from my lips and dangled down towards his mouth. Neeru kept his mouth wide open. Before my eyes, the spit landed straight into his foul-smelling mouth, right onto his red tongue. He immediately snapped his mouth shut and swallowed it down.
 
Before he could open his mouth again, I gathered and spat out another glob. This time, instead of landing inside his mouth, the spit stuck to his cheek, right next to his nose. I placed my delicate hand on his face and began smearing my thick saliva all over it. The stickiness of my saliva spread across his cheeks, chin, nose, and forehead; his entire face was now glistening with it. I was thoroughly enjoying the act. A product of Maitri Patel.
 
Then, I inserted the same two fingers, still coated in my juices, into Neeru’s mouth. He began sucking on them greedily; his hot, wet tongue wrapped around my fingers, sucking and cleaning them.
 
Meanwhile, Neeru’s thick, dark fingers were still roaming over my Choot (pussy). He caressed the upper triangular area, tracing the henna patterns. Occasionally, he would lower his hand to gently touch the thick, pink lips of my Choot (pussy). His touch made me even wetter.
 
While caressing my lips, Neeru slid one of his thick fingers inside me and left it there. I shuddered and clamped my thighs together tightly. My Choot (pussy) gripped his finger firmly; the internal heat and moisture soaked his finger completely.
 
“Aah… Neeru… uff… my Choot (pussy)…” I moaned.
 
Neeru leaned forward and planted a firm, passionate kiss on the henna-patterned area above my Choot (pussy), making a loud ‘pachaak’ sound. His tongue began licking the henna designs.
 
After that, Neeru stood up. He pressed his lips against mine and began kissing me deeply, long and wetly. The strong, intoxicating stench of cigarettes and paan still emanated powerfully from his foul mouth, further heightening my arousal, and perhaps, I even found it arousing. He grabbed my heavy, large boobs right over my blouse and began fondling them vigorously.
 
“Madam-ji... no girl in the entire hospital has boobs like yours... I swear to God.”
 
I laughed at his words and asked, “Whose have you seen, Neeru?”
 
Neeru laughed too and replied, “Madam-ji, I’ve seen the boobs of every woman Sahab-ji has ever fucked.” Directed by Funlover.
 
Saying this, Neeru undid the remaining two hooks of my blouse, stripped it off my body, and tossed it aside. Now, I stood before this sweeper, Neeru, clad only in my maroon-colored brassiere. It was an incredibly expensive, imported bra; Neeru had likely never seen such a costly and beautiful piece of lingerie before.
 
My large boobs were straining tightly against that snug bra. They were pressed so closely together that it was difficult to even slip a finger between them. My fair, soft boobs seemed desperate to spill out of the bra.
 
Neeru grabbed both my boobs right over the bra with his dirty, dark, rough hands and squeezed them hard.
 
“Ssssssssssssssssssssssoooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
 
A loud scream escaped my lips. I writhed free from his grasp and glared at him angrily. Neeru laughed and said, “Sorry, Madam... I just couldn't help myself. Seeing your lovely bosom, I just had to grab it.”
 
Glaring at him with mock anger, I said, “You’re acting like a starving dog, as if you’re seeing and touching me for the very first time.”
 
Caressing my fair shoulders, Neeru replied, “Madam, you just look exceptionally beautiful today. After all, that beautician really put a lot of effort into making you look this way.”
 
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I started to laugh and sat comfortably on the bed. My naked body was clad only in that expensive maroon brassiere, which held my heavy boobs in a tight embrace. Neeru came over and sat on my bed, which was covered in soft, smooth, silky sheets. Running his palm across the bedsheet, he said,

“Madam-ji, your bed is so soft... so tender, so comfortable. It feels like sitting on clouds.”
 
Saying this, Neeru bounced slightly on the bed, then pulled a pillow over and lay down. I watched him. Against the pristine white sheet, his dark, filthy body, stained by the grime of his scavenging work, looked like a heap of coal dumped onto white cloth, or a scattering of black ash. His dark, dirty body, caked in sweat and dust, looked utterly incongruous and strange against the white sheet; yet, there was a peculiar allure to that very strangeness.
 
I was sitting right next to Neeru as he lay on the bed; his feet were right in front of me. The moment my eyes fell upon them, a wave of nausea rose within me. His feet were so filthy and dark, it seemed as though they had never been washed. There were cracks and fissures all over, much like cracked heels, the skin on his toes and the balls of his feet was split open. Black grime was packed into those fissures, evidence of years of accumulated filth. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
If the tops of his feet were dark, the soles were even blacker and filthier. The skin on the soles had turned almost pitch-black, coated in layers of dirt, dust, and sweat. As I gazed at Neeru’s feet, something came over me; my right hand began to creep across the bed on its own, moving toward that dirty, black, grime-caked foot. The moment my fair, delicate hand hovered over Neeru’s dark foot, it looked as though someone had spilled white paint onto a lump of black coal; the stark contrast in color was unmistakable.
 
In a trance-like state, I slowly began to run my hand over the top of Neeru’s foot. Silence hung between us, I was quiet, and Neeru was absolutely still. My eyes were fixed on his dirty, dark foot, while his gaze was locked on my fair hand resting upon it, gently caressing the skin. Perhaps I was expressing my inner thoughts or simply indulging in the pleasure of the moment; whatever the reason, I was fully aware of what I was doing. I was finding a strange kind of satisfaction in those dirty feet.
 
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[ananth1986]

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A word by word complete desciption is SUPER.
Thank you .
Too hot ....

Thanks a lot friend! 

I appreciate the feedback, I wanted to make sure every detail was vivid. 

Haha, "too hot" is exactly what I was going for!

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Slowly, my hand slid down until it reached the sole of his foot. With my soft, delicate hands, I began to explore his rough foot. Touching the sole, I realized it was far dirtier and coarser than it had appeared at first glance. The skin was so thick and hardened that it felt less like flesh and more like stone. Cracked skin, layers of ingrained grime, and dirt packed into the fissures—all of it came into contact with my delicate hands.

My hand was now caressing his left foot. My slender fingers slipped between his toes, but everywhere they touched, they encountered nothing but filth and grime. Dark, caked-on dirt was wedged between his toes—stubborn enough that it wouldn't come off even when I brushed against it. The grime began to smear onto my own fingers.

I looked up and our eyes met. A flush of embarrassment spread across my face, yet my hand did not pull away from his soiled foot. As I gazed into his eyes, I suddenly felt something rough against my thigh.

Startled, I looked down to see his dirty, blackened right foot resting against my own fair, smooth skin. I glanced back at Neeru; he showed no expression, yet he began to move his foot across my thigh.

Slowly, Neeru placed his foot firmly upon my thigh and began to caress it. Neeru’s rough, cracked toes scbangd against the smooth skin of my thigh, leaving faint, thin lines in their wake. The sensation was slightly painful, as if my thigh were being grazed by a knife. Yet, Neeru seemed completely oblivious to my discomfort; in fact, he appeared to be enjoying it. Perhaps he didn’t even realize that the cracked skin of his feet was wounding my soft, delicate flesh.

Moving upward, his foot brushed past my thigh and began to touch my soft, shapely stomach. His coarse feet left red marks across my skin, faint, crimson streaks appearing on my fair midsection. Even though I wanted to pull away, I couldn’t; instead, I allowed this wretched beast to touch my smooth, lovely body with his filthy feet.

I recalled the immense care with which Heera and Nomi had massaged me, leaving my skin so soft and supple, and now, this brute was defiling my beautiful body with his grimy feet. Despite being fully aware of what was happening, I found myself holding one of his feet, while the other continued to crawl across my stomach.

My breathing quickened. A volatile mix of shame and arousal surged through me. Neeru’s dirty, dark foot slid up and down my stomach, sometimes brushing against my navel, at other times slipping toward my thighs. The rough texture of his skin chafed against my delicate flesh, yet I could not bring myself to stop him. Deep down, a strange, insatiable craving was compelling me to go even further. Deep down, I was feeling happy too.

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Neeru’s rough, dirty foot slid slowly upward, caressing my stomach. Moving past my belly, it reached the area just below my bra, near my boobs. My heavy, rounded boobs were pressed tightly inside the bra, shifting slightly with every touch of his foot.

Neeru repeated the motion. Since I didn’t stop him, his confidence grew. Now, using his dirty, dark-skinned foot, he began to touch my boobs, right over my bra. At first, he stroked them gently, and then started to apply pressure. The sole of his foot pressed against my left boob; his rough skin and cracked toes rubbed against my delicate, fair-skinned boob.

Under the touch of his foot, my nipples began to harden. They stood out clearly beneath the thin, silky fabric of my bra, like two small, firm, pink buds. Neeru began to grip one of my nipples, still through the fabric of the bra, between the toes of his dirty foot. After a few moments of maneuvering, he managed to trap one of my nipples between his grimy big toe and the adjacent toe.

Applying a bit of pressure as he squeezed and tugged at my nipple, Neeru remarked, “Madam, your tits are so tight… uff… so full and firm.”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Having my boobs touched by Neeru’s foot had caused my Choot (pussy) to grow wet once again. My labia were twitching, and a warm, sticky fluid began to seep from within. I stirred slightly and whispered,

“Neeru… what are you doing…?”

Yet, I didn’t pull away from his foot. In fact, my thighs parted even further.

Neeru pulled the second pillow over, placed both beneath his head, and shifted into a more elevated position. Looking toward me, he said,

“Madam, I’m simply enjoying your beautiful body… what else? Uff… every inch of you is lovely and sexy. I often feel an urge to fuck you, I just can’t hold back. No matter how many times I fuck you, it’s never enough to satisfy me.”

Moving past my brassiere, Neeru’s foot slid onto my bare arm. He began to stroke it, up and down, then down and up again. The toes of his rough foot pressed against the soft, fair skin of my delicate arm, leaving faint, reddish streaks in their wake.

I glanced back and forth, sometimes at his foot moving along my fair arm, and sometimes at his face. He wore an expression of utter contentment and nonchalance, as if he were playing with the body of a concubine he had purchased. It was as if he were an ancient king, reclining on his throne against a pile of cushions, and I was his concubine, his to touch and handle however he pleased. And, much like that purchased concubine, I remained completely still, offering no resistance to any of his actions.

I hadn’t forgotten that I am a doctor’s wife, a highly educated doctor myself, and someone who belongs to high-class society. And this man, who was touching my body with his filthy feet, was nothing more than a lowly sweeper, a scavenger, someone who lived off our money. I hadn’t forgotten that I was the embodiment of beauty, while he was a heap of filth. I hadn’t forgotten how fair, soft, and buttery-smooth my skin was, compared to how dark he was, darker even than a laborer toiling in a coal mine.

Yet, despite knowing all this, I couldn’t pull myself away. A strange, inexplicable craving, a compelling, irresistible urge, held me anchored right there.

I was jolted back to reality when the sharp toenail of Neeru’s big toe dug into my delicate, fair arm. I looked down to see him slowly scbanging his toenail against my skin, as if he were trying to peel away the soft, smooth surface of my arm. His big toe inched upward, moving from my arm toward my shoulder. He shifted his body closer, stretching out so that his foot could reach further across me.

Moving from the side of my shoulder, his foot reached the front. Now, the maroon strap of my brassiere was pressed firmly beneath his foot.

What a bizarre sight it was: I sat on the bed, while our servant lay stretched out diagonally across it, touching my shoulder with his grimy foot. His dark, rough foot pressed down upon the strap of my expensive bra, rubbing against my fair shoulder. My breathing quickened. My Choot (pussy) was completely soaked. Beneath my bra, my nipples had hardened to the point of pain; they stood erect, straining outward, beyond all restraint. This scene did not escape Neeru’s notice. He was smiling faintly, toying with a limp nipple.

Neeru’s foot slid back and forth across my shoulder, sometimes moving toward my neck, at other times drifting down my arm. His grimy toes scratched against my skin, yet I remained silent. I simply watched him, this animal, as he touched my high-class, fair, and fragrant body with his own filthy, dark, and dirt-encrusted feet.

And deep within me, that strange, peculiar thirst only grew more intense…

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Neeru’s rough, dirty foot came to rest on my shoulder. He began to nudge the maroon strap of my brassiere, shifting it ever so slightly across my shoulder. He clearly wanted to slide the strap down, but because the bra fit so tightly against my body, he couldn’t easily move it.

Seeing no resistance or objection from me, Neeru decided to do something that perhaps no woman, not even one of the lowest or most degraded standing, would ever tolerate. Yet, for some reason, Neeru seemed to expect, or perhaps was even certain, that I wouldn’t stop him from doing this either.

Indeed, Neeru did something that left me completely stunned, a reaction that only served to embolden him further.

Moving his foot, which was already resting on my shoulder, he shifted it past the bra strap and brushed his dirty big toe against my fair cheek. He immediately pulled his foot back. For a fleeting moment, I felt a jolt, as if I had been struck by an electric shock; it seemed Neeru had sensed it, too.

But when he saw no further sharp reaction from me, he touched my cheek with his foot once again. This time, he didn’t pull it away; instead, he kept it pressed against my cheek. And I, I didn’t pull my face away; I couldn’t.

Neeru then began to gently stroke my cheek with his big toe, moving it now toward my ear, now toward my nose. As soon as he touched my nose with his big toe, a foul, pungent stench permeated my senses, seeping deep inside me. Neeru’s rough, cracked-skinned toe caressed my fair cheek, moving steadily toward my lips.

At one point, Neeru gathered the courage to touch the corner of my mouth before resting his foot back against my cheek. But the very next moment, his foot stirred again; this time, instead of stopping at the corner of my mouth, his big toe began to press against my lips.

I stared straight into Neeru’s eyes as he toyed with my lips, using his big toe with evident relish. I, a beautiful woman whose lips were coveted by countless young men, now had those lovely, pink lips being touched by the filthy, grimy foot of a lowly sweeper.

As he pressed his big toe against my pink lips, applying more pressure while holding my gaze, Neeru whispered, ever so softly,

“Madam-ji… why don’t you open your mouth a little?”

I couldn’t tell if his tone carried a request or a command. Regardless, the moment he spoke, my lips parted, creating just enough space for his grimy, filthy toe.

The gap my lips provided was perfectly sufficient for his toe. They had opened just wide enough for him to slide it between them with a gentle push.

And that is exactly what Neeru did. Slowly, he nudged his big toe between my lips, and it began to brush against my pearly white teeth.

I didn’t know what to do! Should I push his foot away and break free from his spell, or should I surrender completely and do exactly as he wished?

My breathing quickened. My Choot (pussy) was now completely soaked, and its juices began to trickle out. Inside my bra, my nipples had hardened to the point of aching. Neeru’s grimy, dark big toe pressed gently between my pink lips. The dirt, the filth, and the pungent, sharp odor of his toe seeped into my mouth.

I kept my gaze fixed on Neeru’s eyes; shame, arousal, disgust, and a strange, intense craving, everything surged within me all at once. My lips parted a little wider. Neeru’s big toe slid deeper between them, the rough skin of his toe rubbing against my soft, wet lips.

There was a glint of triumph and hunger in Neeru’s eyes. He knew that today, I had surrendered myself entirely at his feet. He could use me however he pleased, and I, for my part, had completely succumbed to him.

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But today, perhaps I lacked both the strength and the time to make a decision. Before I could even think, Neeru had already thrust his thick, filthy big toe between my lips.

When I looked at Neeru, his eyes held nothing but a raw, lustful mischief, the kind of hunger a man from a lower social class might harbor for a beautiful, young, upper-class woman like me. He parted his own lips slightly, signaling for me to open my mouth. Gazing into his eyes, I complied.
 
Neeru’s thick, grimy big toe slid into my mouth, wedging itself between my teeth. The moment my tongue brushed against it, a foul, earthy taste, a mixture of soil and filth, flooded my mouth, leaving a bitter, salty tang behind. My lips pressed around his toe, making it look as though I were sucking on it.
 
Neeru began to move his toe slowly, brushing it against my tongue. His movements forced my tongue to stir, and I found myself licking away the grime and dirt clinging to his toe. Saliva pooled in my mouth, soaking his toe; I couldn't bring myself to swallow it, knowing it was now tainted with the filth from his foot. Written by Maitri Patel.
 
With his big toe still inside my mouth, Neeru ran his other toes across my cheeks, scratching against my skin. Was my elaborate makeup meant only for this, to have Neeru press his foot against my face? After a while, Neeru pulled his big toe out of my mouth; it was completely soaked in my saliva. He then began to rub that same toe across my cheeks, causing the saliva from my mouth, now mixed with the grime on his foot, to spread all over my face. My fair cheeks became sticky and soiled.
 
Then, Neeru straightened his leg and pressed the sole of his foot against my mouth, right up to my lips. Understanding exactly what was expected, I offered no objection; instead, I began to kiss his dirty, dark sole with my own soft, rose-like pink lips, moving back and forth, up and down.
 
"Madam-ji… stick your tongue out a little. Do I really have to spell everything out for you? Just do as you were told, you bitch (Bhosadiki)," Neeru said.
 
I cast a lingering, almost maternal look at him, as if I were nurturing him, but the very next moment, my tongue slipped out and began to touch the filthy sole of his foot. I kissed various spots on his sole, then extended my tongue further and began to lick his foot.
 
Neeru watched me with great delight and a sense of pride. It was clear from his expression that he had won, he had become my master, and he took pride in watching my tongue become soiled. For a few moments, I licked the cracks in his rough, dirty soles; my tongue cleared away the broken skin, the caked-on grime, and the filth. Then, Neeru pulled his foot away.
 
At the same time, he grabbed my wrist, adorned with bangles, and yanked me toward him in one sharp motion. As the clinking of my bangles echoed through the room, I collapsed onto Neeru’s grimy chest.
 
Neeru lay naked on my expensive bed, and now my fair, pale body, clad only in a maroon brassiere, was pressed against his dark, filthy, completely bare frame. His erect Lund (cock) dug into my stomach; it was hot, hard, and veiny.
 
Neeru wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body tightly against his own. Kissing my slender lips with his thick, dark ones, he whispered,
 
“ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... Myyyyyyyyyyyy darlinggggggggggggggggggggggg....... You’ve truly made me your slaveeeeeeeeeee…”
 
His voice carried a sense of triumph, lust, and profound satisfaction. My fair, delicate body was pressed completely against his grimy, sweat-drenched chest. My heavy boobs, still confined within my brassiere, were being crushed against him. His thick, dark Lund (cock) was pressed against my stomach and navel, brushing closer to my Choot (pussy) with every movement, had there been even the slightest bit more space, it would surely have split me wide open. Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
Neeru’s breathing grew rapid. With one hand, he stroked my back, while with the other; he tugged at the strap of my brassiere, pulling me even tighter against him. The foul odor from his unwashed mouth washed over my face, yet I found myself unable to pull away.
 
The strange, insatiable craving within me had only deepened. My Chot (pussy) was dripping with juices. I lay there, dbangd across Neeru’s filthy, dark body, the beautiful wife of a high-class doctor, pressed against the naked form of a low-caste sweeper who worked in our own home.

 
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Once again, Neeru’s foul, reeking mouth was pressed against mine. He was kissing and sucking my lips with intense, aggressive force; his thick, dark lips crushed my delicate, pink ones. The pungent, fetid stench of his breath, a noxious blend of cigarettes, paan, sweat, and grime, assaulted my nostrils. I endured it. My eyes were half-closed, yet a strange, surging heat spread through my body.

My heavy, firm boobs, tightly confined within my brassiere, were pressed hard against his dark, sweat-drenched chest. His rigid, erect Lund (cock) pushed against my stomach. Having already ejaculated into my mouth earlier, it was now fully engorged and burning hot, pressing firmly below my navel as if desperate to fuck me. If it were up to that Lund (cock), it would have started thrusting right into my very navel. Crafted by Maitri Patel.
 
As I let him suck on my lips with his thick, filthy mouth, I wondered:
 
"Who knows what else this animal might do to me!" But for some reason, I felt no fear of him, nor was I particularly repulsed by his sordid actions. I did, however, feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of filth.
 
At that moment, only one thought echoed in my mind: the night was far from over, and the task at hand was yet to be completed.
 
Neeru lay on my bed, and I was sprawled across his chest. His hands rested on my fair waist; as he caressed my back, he kept kissing my cheeks and lips. My eyes were fixed on his grimy, dark face, and I wondered:
 
“Why? Why do I keep enduring all these vile things he does?” My husband, Saud, had never once touched my body with his feet. Yet today, this vile, filthy, and utterly low-class scavenger had not only rubbed his feet against my body but had even compelled me to lick them. I was bewildered, why was I yielding to his every demand without him having to use any force at all?
 
I had even sucked his grimy, blackened, filth-encrusted feet, and yet, strangely, no hatred stirred within me. Like a truly devoted and loyal wife, I simply wanted to fulfill his desires and bring him happiness. I wanted him to do whatever he pleased with me, to indulge himself completely, leaving no wish unfulfilled that a wife could satisfy. Edited Sauni Patel.
 
Despite everything I had done and accepted, I refused to acknowledge that I was actually enjoying these acts with Neeru. I would not admit that the stench of sweat and the foul odor emanating from this wretched, filthy man were awakening some strange sensation deep within me. How could I possibly accept that I found pleasure in becoming a slave to a man of such a low social standing? Yet, such are the strange, twisted ways of fate.
 
Neeru might have claimed me as his "wife" merely in jest, but my body and heart had truly come to accept him as my husband, my groom. Perhaps that is why my entire being yearned to please this dark, grimy, and wretched groom of mine. I wanted him to use my body exactly as he wished, and that is precisely what he was doing.
 
As I drifted back to reality, I noticed Neeru gazing deep into my eyes as he said,
 
“My bride, my lady… here, suck this.” Saying this, Neeru stuck out her blackish-yellow, filthy tongue. Under the guidance of Funlover.
 
I shook my head in refusal and said, “No, Neeru… please… just stop now… don’t force me to do this.” But Neeru ignored what I said. He placed his hand behind my head and began pulling my face toward his. My entire body was a slave to him; with just a gentle nudge, my lips brushed against his tongue.
 
Neeru’s filthy tongue was kissing my lips once again. My lips were pressed together, but he began to push his tongue between them. I looked into his eyes, and my lips parted on their own accord. Once more, his tongue was between my lips.
 
He began to swirl his thick, foul tongue inside my mouth. It entwined with mine, sucking on it. His saliva mingled with my own. The bitter, grimy residue of *paan* and cigarettes on his tongue seeped all the way down my throat.
 
Neeru held me even tighter against his chest. His hard Lund (cock) pressed firmly against my stomach, inching closer to my Choot (pussy) with every movement. My bra could barely contain my boobs; my hardened nipples pushed the fabric outward.
 
I thrust my own tongue into his filthy mouth. My breathing grew rapid. Hot, wet juices flowed from my Choot (pussy), dampening my thighs.
 
Neeru gripped my waist even more firmly and whispered into my ear,
 
“Madam… my bride… tonight, you are entirely mine. I will fuck you as much as I desire… just surrender your beautiful body to me, quietly…”
 
I said nothing. I simply closed my eyes and pushed my tongue even deeper into the mouth of my filthy, dark-skinned groom.
 
The night was still very long… and There was still a lot of work left to be done.
 
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The foul, putrid stench emanating from Neeru’s mouth assaulted my nostrils once again. It was so pungent that my nostrils flared, yet I didn’t pull away. Slowly, I began to suck on his tongue. As I did, he pushed his thick, filthy tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth.

My mouth was wide open now, with Neeru’s tongue reaching deep inside. Saliva, mixed with bitter traces of paan and tobacco, kept flowing into my mouth, and I swallowed it all. A bitter taste spread through my throat, but at the same time, my Choot (pussy) grew even wetter.
 
Neeru’s hands slid up and down my bare waist. The touch of his rough, thick, dark hands set my body ablaze. Every time his fingers pressed into my waist, a shiver raced down my spine. I realized that Saud’s touch had never stirred such intense pleasure in me; Neeru’s touch, by contrast, made my entire body burn with desire.
 
A moment later, Neeru pulled his mouth away from mine. I shifted upward, resting my elbows on his grimy, dark chest. I knew that from this position, he must have had a very sexy view of my boobs, as they were pressed firmly against his chest. And that was exactly what I wanted, for him to see them, to become even more aroused, and to ravish me to his heart’s content, just as I would ravish his Lund (cock). Created by Maitri Patel.
 
Everything unfolded exactly as I had imagined. Neeru’s gaze fell upon my boobs. He reached out and said,
 
“Madam… your tits look so good… I feel like fucking them right now.”
 
I looked into Neeru’s eyes with a sense of pride and replied,
 
“Then go ahead and fuck them… has anyone stopped you? These tits are yours, and every hole I have is yours too. Fuck wherever you please, after all, this body belongs to you now.”
 
Squeezing my boobs, Neeru said,
 
“Sana… it’s these gestures of yours that drive me wild. This surrender of yours only makes me want to fuck you even more.”
 
For the first time, Neeru called me by my name, "Sana", though perhaps with a hint of hesitation. Hearing my name on his lips felt strange, yet not in a bad way. My own servant, a man who performed the most menial of tasks, was now lying on my bed, holding my naked body, and calling me by my name.
 
Neeru placed his hands on my shoulders and began to push me downward. Following his lead, I slowly slid down. As I moved lower, Neeru’s erect Lund (cock) came to rest between my boobs. Assisted by Sauni Patel.
 
The moment I felt his Lund (cock) pressed against my boobs, I looked at him and began to slowly rub my boobs against it. With a smile, I said,
 
“Neeru… it’s standing tall again. Every time I see it, it looks desperate to fuck. What a powerful tool you’ve got there.”
 
Neeru pushed me a little further down and said,
 
“Why don’t you take it into your mouth, then?” As I moved lower, Neeru’s pitch-black Lund (cock) was right in front of my face, directly in my line of sight and close to my lips. I gently took his Lund (cock) in my hand and began moving my hand up and down along its length.
 
Compared to Saud’s, Neeru’s Lund (cock) was incredibly ugly, dirty, and foul. Saud’s was fair, soft, and pristine, whereas Neeru’s was malodorous, filthy, and pitch-black. Its veins stood out, the head was thick and dark, and a thin layer of white gunk had accumulated on it. Yet, the pleasure my Choot (pussy) derived from Neeru’s Lund (cock) was something I had never experienced with Saud’s.
 
The stench of Neeru’s unwashed body seeped into me, inducing a strange, intoxicating high. Far from finding the scent of his body repulsive, I craved to take more and more of it into myself. Saud’s body was always redolent with expensive fragrances, but the pleasure found in the raw, pungent, and natural odor of Neeru’s sweat was something even the costliest of Saud’s sprays could never replicate.
 
I moved my nose slowly around Neeru’s Lund (cock), inhaling its pungent, dirty scent. Perhaps Neeru, too, realized that I wasn’t at all bothered by his foul odor.
 
Neeru reached out gently and removed the ‘jhumar’ (ornamental headpiece) from my hair, placing it on the side table. He then unclasped the precious necklace from around my neck.
 
My neck was now bare, and my long, thick hair fell loose and disheveled. Neeru grabbed my hair with one hand, while with the other, he began rubbing his Lund (cock) against my lips. Under the direction of Funlover.
 
“Sana… suck it now… open your mouth… today I’m going to fill you completely… this very Lund (cock) of mine will satisfy every part of you. Just tend to it, and it will bring you relief.”
 
I looked up at Neeru. My lips parted slowly. His dark, filthy, foul-smelling Lund (cock) brushed against my pink lips. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the tip of his Lund (cock).
 
It tasted bitter, salty, and foul, yet, that very taste only drove my Choot (pussy) into a deeper, wilder frenzy.
 
The night was still long… and this strange, insatiable thirst of mine remained unquenched. It was hard to say if, or when, it would ever be satisfied.
 
Would it ever be satisfied, or would it only continue to intensify…
 
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Now that's it for the day here.



Next episode will come only after Diwaali.


Until then Maitri Patel, Sauni Patel, and Funlover wish you a Very HAPPY DIWALI and NEW YEAR.



JAY BHARAT.

[ananth1986]

Sana enjoying Neeru with small hesitation.
Her inner mind liking it and welcoming more.
Great going . Thank you.
Wish you advance Diwali wishes