21-09-2024, 08:21 PM
Update 10
Tarannum's eyes never left his, the hunger in them growing with every stroke. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Look at me as you fuck me, you little kuttey ka pillu." Ajay's mind rebelled at the words, but his body responded, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, sloppy sound that filled the room.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her sandals digging into his buttocks, guiding his movements, pushing him deeper. Ajay could feel the tension in her body, the way she arched her back and moaned with every thrust. Her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of pain that only served to drive him closer to the edge. He didn't know what he was doing, but he could feel the power of it, the way she was using him for her pleasure.
Tarannum's eyes never left his, her pupils dilated with lust. She whispered filthy words in his ear, her breath hot and fast. "Fuck me, madarchod" she urged, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Harder, deeper." Her hips rose to meet his, her muscles tightening around him as she grew closer to climax. The bed was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin against skin, the wet squelch of her pussy, and the grunts of their shared effort.
Ajay felt his own orgasm building, his body moving of its own accord, driven by a need he didn't understand. He had never felt anything like this before, the power of her desire overwhelming him. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her screams. The room spun around him, the walls closing in as he reached the brink.
With a guttural groan, he felt himself spilling into her, the warmth of his seed filling her. At the same moment, Tarannum's eyes widened, and she let out an ear-piercing scream of pure, unbridled lust. Her legs tightened around his waist, her sandals pressing into his buttocks like twin vices as she pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck like a vice. Her big breasts squeezed between them, adding to the crushing weight of her embrace.
Her kiss was demanding, her tongue invading his mouth as her hips bucked wildly, riding out the waves of her own climax. Ajay's mind was a whirlwind, torn between the horror of what he was doing and the primal instinct to satisfy the woman beneath him. Her taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and dominance that made him feel both terrified and alive.
As their bodies stilled, the reality of what had happened began to seep into Ajay's consciousness. He pulled away, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound that made him cringe. He looked down at her, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. The room was filled with the scent of sex, and all he could do was stare in disbelief.
Tarannum's chest heaved as she caught her breath, her sandals still digging into the bed. She looked up at him with a smug smile, her eyes glinting with victory. "You see," she purred, "you're not so innocent after all." Ajay felt the weight of her words, the truth in them a slap in the face. He had been used, manipulated, and there was no denying the part his body had played in her sick game.
Her hand reached out to caress his cheek, her touch cold and clammy. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "Some milk or a shake, perhaps?" Ajay's stomach churned at the thought of food or drink. He couldn't imagine swallowing anything without throwing it back up. He shook his head, his voice a hoarse whisper. "No, I'm fine."
Tarannum's smile was knowing, a smug curve of her lips. She rolled off the bed, her sandals clacking against the floor as she swayed drunkenly. "Suit yourself," she murmured, sauntering out of the room. Ajay took the opportunity to scramble into his clothes, his heart racing as he dressed. The smell of sex clung to him like a second skin, a foul reminder of what had just transpired.
When she returned, she was still naked except for the sandals, the cigarette dangling from her mouth and a half-filled glass of whiskey in her hand. She took a deep drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing like a fiery ember in the dim light.
Tarannum sat beside Ajay, her thigh pressing against his. She took another drag, and with a cruel smile, blew the smoke into his face. "You see, Ajay," she slurred, her voice thick with the sweet scent of alcohol and malice. "Math isn't the only thing I can teach you." Her hand was on his cheek, her thumb tracing lazy circles that made him shiver with revulsion. "I'm going to be your sex guru now, too."
Her eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as she leaned closer, her breath warm and smoky on his skin. "You're going to learn everything there is to know about pleasure," she whispered, her voice a serpent's hiss. "But only when I want it, and how I want it." The power in her words was palpable, the promise of more nights like this one a prison sentence of pleasure and pain.
Ajay felt his stomach churn, the smoke from her cigarette making him lightheaded. He tried to pull away, but her hand tightened on his cheek, her nails digging into his skin. "You're mine now," she murmured, her breath hot and foul. "My little fuck toy, my dog, my property." The vile names rolled off her tongue like sweet nothings, each one stinging like a slap.
Tarannum took another drag and sip of her whiskey, her gaze never leaving Ajay's. "You know," she began, her voice a sultry purr, "in your Hin-du traditions, the teacher is considered a guru, right?" Ajay nodded, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "And gurus are to be worshipped and obeyed without question, aren't they?"
Ajay swallowed hard, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. "Y-yes, but-" he began, his voice shaking with confusion.
"But what?" Tarannum's smile grew even more wicked. "You're a good little Hindoo boy, aren't you? You know what you're supposed to do for your guru." Her hand trailed down to his neck, her grip tightening as she pushed him down. "Kneel," she ordered, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "Kneel and worship your new guru,” she said, gesturing to her sandal-covered feet.
Ajay's mind reeled with a mix of horror and submission as Tarannum's hand pushed him down to his knees. The coldness of the floor sent a shiver through his body, and the smell of her sandals, a potent blend of leather and sweat, filled his nostrils. He looked up at her, the haze of fear and confusion in his eyes. She took another sip of whiskey, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "Go on," she urged, her foot nudging his chin. "Show me how much you respect your guru."
With trembling hands, Ajay reached out and took her sandal in his grasp. The leather was smooth and cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his embarrassment. He leaned in, his eyes focusing on the delicate line of her toes peeking out from the strap. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but the fear of what she might do to him if he didn't comply was stronger. He kissed her foot, the taste of her skin bitter and foreign on his lips.
Tarannum's eyes watched him with a mix of amusement and hunger. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice a sultry whisper. "Now lick." Ajay's tongue darted out, tentatively touching the arch of her foot. She let out a small gasp, the sound of it making his stomach turn. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back as he obeyed her command, his tongue tracing the line of her foot, from her heel to her toes.
The leather of the sandal was smooth under his tongue, the taste faintly bitter and unpleasant. But she didn't seem to care about his discomfort, her eyes closed in pleasure as he licked the straps that wrapped around her ankle. She shifted her foot, exposing the soft flesh between her toes. "Closer," she murmured, her hand pushing his head down. He licked the spaces between her toes, feeling her sandal's strap dig into his cheek.
Her toes curled slightly at the contact, and she let out a contented sigh. "That's it," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "Suck on them." Ajay felt his stomach turn, but he obeyed, taking one of her toes into his mouth and sucking gently. She gasped, her foot jerking slightly in his grasp. "Harder," she ordered, her voice thick with desire. He complied, his teeth scbanging the soft pad of her toe.
Tarannum leaned back, her hand reaching for the glass of whiskey on the bedside table. She took a sip, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light as she watched him with a twisted smile. "Now the soles," she said, her eyes snapping open. "I want them clean, do you understand?" Ajay nodded, his cheeks flaming with humiliation.
He took a deep breath and placed his tongue against the first sandal's sole, the taste of leather and dust coating his mouth. He worked meticulously, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes as he tried to scrub away the grime. Each pass was a silent plea for this nightmare to end, for her to release him from this twisted ritual. But she didn't relent, her eyes never leaving his as she watched him with a mix of amusement and lust.
When he had finished with one sandal, she held out the other, her toes wiggling in anticipation. "Now, the other," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Make sure to get every bit of dirt off." Ajay felt his heart sink, but he didn't dare disobey. He took the second sandal and began the degrading task, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and the fear of what she might do if he didn't satisfy her.
With each lick and suck, Tarannum's moans grew louder, her hand stroking his hair with a possessive fondness that sent a shiver down his spine. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You're learning so quickly." Her words were a twisted comfort, the praise making his stomach churn as he realized that she was enjoying his humiliation.
When he had finished with the second sandal, she took a long drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke into his face. "Now," she said, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. "Every time you come to my house, this will be how you greet me. Understood?" Ajay nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, the weight of her command like a boulder on his chest. “And before you leave, you will do the same. You will worship your guru’s feet, and only then will you be allowed to go home to your mundane little life."
Tarannum leaned back, her hand reaching down to stroke his cheek with a sandal. "Good boy," she murmured, the affection in her tone as disturbing as the act itself. "Now, before you leave, you will show your devotion one last time." She placed her sandal-covered foot back on his mouth, the leather warm and damp from his saliva. "Worship me," she ordered, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.
Ajay closed his eyes, feeling the sandal press against his mouth and nose, the taste of leather and sweat filling his senses. He had never felt so degraded, so utterly powerless. Yet, a part of him responded to the dominance, the thrill of doing something so wrong and taboo. He took another deep breath and began to kiss her foot, his tongue sliding over the leather, tracing the contours of her toes. She watched him with a dark smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
Finally, she removed her foot, and he took a gasp of air, feeling the sticky residue of her desire on his skin. He sat back on his heels, his eyes filling with tears. She petted his head, her hand smoothing his hair like he was a pet. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a soft caress. "You're learning so well."
The room spun around him as he struggled to stand, his legs wobbly from the ordeal. Ajay felt like he was in a waking nightmare, his mind reeling from the horror of what had just transpired. The smell of her sex lingered on his skin, a constant reminder of his degradation. He looked at her, her naked body sprawled on the bed, and felt a mix of disgust and confusion. How could she do this to him?
Tarannum watched him with a lazy smile, the cigarette still smoldering between her fingers. "You can go now," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “But you will come when I call for you next time, won’t you?” Ajay nodded, his eyes cast down, unable to meet hers. He felt like a rag doll, used and discarded.
He stumbled out of the room and found his way to the front door and stepped into the cool night air, the shock of it hitting him like a slap across the face. The street lights cast an eerie glow over the neighborhood, the shadows stretching out like fingers reaching for him. Ajay's legs felt like jelly as he began the long walk home, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. He tried to make sense of what had just happened, but the reality of it was too much to bear.
Tarannum's eyes never left his, the hunger in them growing with every stroke. "Look at me," she demanded, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Look at me as you fuck me, you little kuttey ka pillu." Ajay's mind rebelled at the words, but his body responded, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, sloppy sound that filled the room.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her sandals digging into his buttocks, guiding his movements, pushing him deeper. Ajay could feel the tension in her body, the way she arched her back and moaned with every thrust. Her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of pain that only served to drive him closer to the edge. He didn't know what he was doing, but he could feel the power of it, the way she was using him for her pleasure.
Tarannum's eyes never left his, her pupils dilated with lust. She whispered filthy words in his ear, her breath hot and fast. "Fuck me, madarchod" she urged, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Harder, deeper." Her hips rose to meet his, her muscles tightening around him as she grew closer to climax. The bed was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin against skin, the wet squelch of her pussy, and the grunts of their shared effort.
Ajay felt his own orgasm building, his body moving of its own accord, driven by a need he didn't understand. He had never felt anything like this before, the power of her desire overwhelming him. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her screams. The room spun around him, the walls closing in as he reached the brink.
With a guttural groan, he felt himself spilling into her, the warmth of his seed filling her. At the same moment, Tarannum's eyes widened, and she let out an ear-piercing scream of pure, unbridled lust. Her legs tightened around his waist, her sandals pressing into his buttocks like twin vices as she pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck like a vice. Her big breasts squeezed between them, adding to the crushing weight of her embrace.
Her kiss was demanding, her tongue invading his mouth as her hips bucked wildly, riding out the waves of her own climax. Ajay's mind was a whirlwind, torn between the horror of what he was doing and the primal instinct to satisfy the woman beneath him. Her taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and dominance that made him feel both terrified and alive.
As their bodies stilled, the reality of what had happened began to seep into Ajay's consciousness. He pulled away, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound that made him cringe. He looked down at her, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. The room was filled with the scent of sex, and all he could do was stare in disbelief.
Tarannum's chest heaved as she caught her breath, her sandals still digging into the bed. She looked up at him with a smug smile, her eyes glinting with victory. "You see," she purred, "you're not so innocent after all." Ajay felt the weight of her words, the truth in them a slap in the face. He had been used, manipulated, and there was no denying the part his body had played in her sick game.
Her hand reached out to caress his cheek, her touch cold and clammy. "Do you want something to drink?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "Some milk or a shake, perhaps?" Ajay's stomach churned at the thought of food or drink. He couldn't imagine swallowing anything without throwing it back up. He shook his head, his voice a hoarse whisper. "No, I'm fine."
Tarannum's smile was knowing, a smug curve of her lips. She rolled off the bed, her sandals clacking against the floor as she swayed drunkenly. "Suit yourself," she murmured, sauntering out of the room. Ajay took the opportunity to scramble into his clothes, his heart racing as he dressed. The smell of sex clung to him like a second skin, a foul reminder of what had just transpired.
When she returned, she was still naked except for the sandals, the cigarette dangling from her mouth and a half-filled glass of whiskey in her hand. She took a deep drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing like a fiery ember in the dim light.
Tarannum sat beside Ajay, her thigh pressing against his. She took another drag, and with a cruel smile, blew the smoke into his face. "You see, Ajay," she slurred, her voice thick with the sweet scent of alcohol and malice. "Math isn't the only thing I can teach you." Her hand was on his cheek, her thumb tracing lazy circles that made him shiver with revulsion. "I'm going to be your sex guru now, too."
Her eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as she leaned closer, her breath warm and smoky on his skin. "You're going to learn everything there is to know about pleasure," she whispered, her voice a serpent's hiss. "But only when I want it, and how I want it." The power in her words was palpable, the promise of more nights like this one a prison sentence of pleasure and pain.
Ajay felt his stomach churn, the smoke from her cigarette making him lightheaded. He tried to pull away, but her hand tightened on his cheek, her nails digging into his skin. "You're mine now," she murmured, her breath hot and foul. "My little fuck toy, my dog, my property." The vile names rolled off her tongue like sweet nothings, each one stinging like a slap.
Tarannum took another drag and sip of her whiskey, her gaze never leaving Ajay's. "You know," she began, her voice a sultry purr, "in your Hin-du traditions, the teacher is considered a guru, right?" Ajay nodded, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "And gurus are to be worshipped and obeyed without question, aren't they?"
Ajay swallowed hard, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. "Y-yes, but-" he began, his voice shaking with confusion.
"But what?" Tarannum's smile grew even more wicked. "You're a good little Hindoo boy, aren't you? You know what you're supposed to do for your guru." Her hand trailed down to his neck, her grip tightening as she pushed him down. "Kneel," she ordered, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "Kneel and worship your new guru,” she said, gesturing to her sandal-covered feet.
Ajay's mind reeled with a mix of horror and submission as Tarannum's hand pushed him down to his knees. The coldness of the floor sent a shiver through his body, and the smell of her sandals, a potent blend of leather and sweat, filled his nostrils. He looked up at her, the haze of fear and confusion in his eyes. She took another sip of whiskey, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "Go on," she urged, her foot nudging his chin. "Show me how much you respect your guru."
With trembling hands, Ajay reached out and took her sandal in his grasp. The leather was smooth and cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his embarrassment. He leaned in, his eyes focusing on the delicate line of her toes peeking out from the strap. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but the fear of what she might do to him if he didn't comply was stronger. He kissed her foot, the taste of her skin bitter and foreign on his lips.
Tarannum's eyes watched him with a mix of amusement and hunger. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice a sultry whisper. "Now lick." Ajay's tongue darted out, tentatively touching the arch of her foot. She let out a small gasp, the sound of it making his stomach turn. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back as he obeyed her command, his tongue tracing the line of her foot, from her heel to her toes.
The leather of the sandal was smooth under his tongue, the taste faintly bitter and unpleasant. But she didn't seem to care about his discomfort, her eyes closed in pleasure as he licked the straps that wrapped around her ankle. She shifted her foot, exposing the soft flesh between her toes. "Closer," she murmured, her hand pushing his head down. He licked the spaces between her toes, feeling her sandal's strap dig into his cheek.
Her toes curled slightly at the contact, and she let out a contented sigh. "That's it," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "Suck on them." Ajay felt his stomach turn, but he obeyed, taking one of her toes into his mouth and sucking gently. She gasped, her foot jerking slightly in his grasp. "Harder," she ordered, her voice thick with desire. He complied, his teeth scbanging the soft pad of her toe.
Tarannum leaned back, her hand reaching for the glass of whiskey on the bedside table. She took a sip, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light as she watched him with a twisted smile. "Now the soles," she said, her eyes snapping open. "I want them clean, do you understand?" Ajay nodded, his cheeks flaming with humiliation.
He took a deep breath and placed his tongue against the first sandal's sole, the taste of leather and dust coating his mouth. He worked meticulously, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes as he tried to scrub away the grime. Each pass was a silent plea for this nightmare to end, for her to release him from this twisted ritual. But she didn't relent, her eyes never leaving his as she watched him with a mix of amusement and lust.
When he had finished with one sandal, she held out the other, her toes wiggling in anticipation. "Now, the other," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Make sure to get every bit of dirt off." Ajay felt his heart sink, but he didn't dare disobey. He took the second sandal and began the degrading task, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and the fear of what she might do if he didn't satisfy her.
With each lick and suck, Tarannum's moans grew louder, her hand stroking his hair with a possessive fondness that sent a shiver down his spine. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You're learning so quickly." Her words were a twisted comfort, the praise making his stomach churn as he realized that she was enjoying his humiliation.
When he had finished with the second sandal, she took a long drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke into his face. "Now," she said, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. "Every time you come to my house, this will be how you greet me. Understood?" Ajay nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, the weight of her command like a boulder on his chest. “And before you leave, you will do the same. You will worship your guru’s feet, and only then will you be allowed to go home to your mundane little life."
Tarannum leaned back, her hand reaching down to stroke his cheek with a sandal. "Good boy," she murmured, the affection in her tone as disturbing as the act itself. "Now, before you leave, you will show your devotion one last time." She placed her sandal-covered foot back on his mouth, the leather warm and damp from his saliva. "Worship me," she ordered, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.
Ajay closed his eyes, feeling the sandal press against his mouth and nose, the taste of leather and sweat filling his senses. He had never felt so degraded, so utterly powerless. Yet, a part of him responded to the dominance, the thrill of doing something so wrong and taboo. He took another deep breath and began to kiss her foot, his tongue sliding over the leather, tracing the contours of her toes. She watched him with a dark smile, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
Finally, she removed her foot, and he took a gasp of air, feeling the sticky residue of her desire on his skin. He sat back on his heels, his eyes filling with tears. She petted his head, her hand smoothing his hair like he was a pet. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a soft caress. "You're learning so well."
The room spun around him as he struggled to stand, his legs wobbly from the ordeal. Ajay felt like he was in a waking nightmare, his mind reeling from the horror of what had just transpired. The smell of her sex lingered on his skin, a constant reminder of his degradation. He looked at her, her naked body sprawled on the bed, and felt a mix of disgust and confusion. How could she do this to him?
Tarannum watched him with a lazy smile, the cigarette still smoldering between her fingers. "You can go now," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “But you will come when I call for you next time, won’t you?” Ajay nodded, his eyes cast down, unable to meet hers. He felt like a rag doll, used and discarded.
He stumbled out of the room and found his way to the front door and stepped into the cool night air, the shock of it hitting him like a slap across the face. The street lights cast an eerie glow over the neighborhood, the shadows stretching out like fingers reaching for him. Ajay's legs felt like jelly as he began the long walk home, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. He tried to make sense of what had just happened, but the reality of it was too much to bear.
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