Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Srivalli bathroom se nikalte hi steamed mirror pe ek pal ke liye apna chehra dekhti hai. Uske baal abhi bhi halki se geele, skin par water drops chamak rahe hain, aur aankhon mein wo thakan aur guilt ab bhi baaki hai. Lekin aaj usko ek nayi ladai ke liye tayyar hona hai.

Usne bed par phela hua woh tight, body-hugging golden dress uthaya—Dave ne khud select ki thi, aur saath mein ek short note bhi tha:
*"Put this on and come down. I want to see my
Srivalli bathroom se nikal ke towel me khadi thi, steamy mirror pe apna chehra dekhti hui, aankhon me thoda dard, thoda thakaan aur ek ajeeb si himmat thi. Usne jaldi-jaldi apne baal sukhaaye, designer golden dress ki taraf dekha—jo tight body-hugging thi, deep neckline ke saath, Dave ne khud uske liye bheji thi. Dress ka kapda shiny tha, jab Srivalli ne pehna toh uske curves, slim waist aur legs sab highlight ho rahe the. Deep cleavage khul ke dikh raha tha, aur neeche se designer bra-panty ka edge bhi thoda visible tha.
Usne ek second ke liye apne aap ko mirror me dekha, aankhon me guilt aur majboori ka milap tha. “Aaj main fir se ek nayi raat survive karne jaa rahi hoon… Pushpa ke liye, ghar ke liye… bas thoda aur sahna hai,” usne andar hi andar socha.
Peechle moment me Kaveri se call hui thi—uski awaaz abhi bhi Srivalli ke dimaag me ghoom rahi thi. “Bas ghar wapas jaake sabko samjha dungi… Pushpa abhi andar hai, abhi mujhe himmat nahi haarni.”
Usne halka sa makeup kiya, bold lipstick lagayi, aur baal loose curls me chhod diye—taaki Dave ka mood khush ho. Uski body dress me ekdam bold aur sensuous lag rahi thi—pehli nazar me koi bhi soch sakta tha ki ye koi high-profile escort hai, na ki kisi ki patni.
Srivalli ne ek gehri saans li, apne aap ko mentally strong banaya, aur heel pehne niche hall ki taraf nikal gayi. Niche se soft music aa raha tha, Dave ka note table pe padha tha:
“Wear this and come down. Tonight, I want you looking like a queen. —Dave”
Srivalli ne ek awkward smile di, lekin andar se nerves jittery ho gaye. Jaise hi woh hall me aayi, sab ki nazar us par tik gayi—Dave ki aankhon me possessive pride tha, dusre guests bhi use ek bold, glamorous raat ki rani ki tarah dekh rahe the.
Srivalli ne aankhon me himmat bhar ke, apni majboori ko mask karte hue, apne fate ko accept kar liya. Aaj ki raat phir se uske liye ek new test thi—khud ko bikharne na dena, aur sab kuch Pushpa aur ghar ke naam pe seh jaana.






Niche hall me Dave khada tha, uske saath ek African black man bhi tha—naam tha Adimtha. Adimtha ka body ekdum powerful aur imposing tha—lagbhag 6’4” ka height, broad shoulders, deep black shiny skin, aur muscles bilkul carved stone ki tarah tight. Uske arms ek dum massive, veins ubhar ke dikh rahi thi, chest thick aur tight shirt me bhi strain ho rahi thi. Face pe strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, aur aankhon me ek raw animal confidence—jaise uske paas aate hi koi bhi ladki apni nazar hata na paaye.

Jab Srivalli ne Adimtha ko dekha, uski aankhon me ek alag hi hunger aur playful smile thi. Wo usse seedhe aankhon me dekh ke muskuraya—Srivalli ke spine me ek thandi si lahar daud gayi, uske heart beat ek second ke liye skip ho gayi.
Srivalli ne thoda nervous hoke apne aap ko control kiya aur dheere-dheere heel pe walk karti hui Dave ke paas pohonch gayi. Dave ne turant apne strong haath se Srivalli ko gently khud ki taraf khinch liya aur usse apne lap pe bend kar diya—bilkul possessive, public display of control jaisa.
Srivalli chup chaap Dave ke lap pe bend ho gayi—andar se poori tarah se nervous aur uneasy, lekin face par ek fake calmness la ke. Dave ne uski golden dress ko dheere se upar slide kiya, taaki uski toned, fair ass poori tarah visible ho jaaye—shiny fabric ke niche designer bra-panty barely visible the.
Adimtha ab apni jagah se move hua, uske chehre pe ek wide grin thi—jaise uske saamne ek rare, exclusive treat ho. Dave ne apne palm se Srivalli ki exposed skin ko gently caress kiya, uski aankhon me Adimtha ke liye ek teasing signal bhi tha.
Srivalli ab public humiliation, fear, aur nervousness ke mix me thi—andar se kap gayi thi, lekin situation se fight karne ki himmat bhi ek kone me jagi thi. Aaj ki raat phir se uske liye ek aur naya test ban gayi thi.



Dave ne Srivalli ko apni lap pe bend kiya hi tha ki usne suddenly uski exposed ass pe ek solid slap maara—“thwack!” ki awaaz poore hall me gunj gayi. Srivalli ke mooh se ek broken, surprised moan nikal gayi,

“Ahhh…!”
Woh ek pal ke liye shock ho gayi, uski body thoda tremble kar gayi, aankhon me dard aur sharm ka mix aa gaya.
Dave aur Adimtha dono zor se hans diye, ek dusre ki taraf dekh ke—jaise koi rare trophy mil gayi ho.
Dave (Adimtha ko tease karte hue):
“So, brother, what do you think of this ass? Isn’t it just perfect—round, firm, soft… Dekh kaise bounce karti hai?”
Adimtha ne ek wild smile ke saath Srivalli ki ass ko dono haathon se gently feel kiya, fingers uske curves ke upar slide kiye,
“Man, this is unbelievable… so smooth, so tight… Pure African queens bhi jealous ho jaayein! Bro, is ass pe toh pura night party ho sakta hai.”
Uske touch me power aur hunger tha—Srivalli ki skin pe chills aa gaye, uski saansen heavy ho gayi. Wo apne aap ko helpless mehsoos kar rahi thi, andar hi andar kaap rahi thi, lekin surface pe bas aankh band karke, sab kuch sehne ki himmat jamaa rahi thi.
Adimtha (Dave ki taraf dekhte hue):
“You lucky man, Dave. This is real treasure. Yeh ass toh sirf kisi king ki property lagti hai.”
Dave ne phir Srivalli ki waist pakad ke, uske hips ko thoda upar lift kiya,
“She’s my queen, bro. Aur aaj… she’s all yours to touch, admire, whatever you like.”
Srivalli ki aankhon me pani aa gaya, dimaag me guilt aur shame ka storm tha—lekin wo fight nahi kar sakti thi, Pushpa aur apne ghar ke liye sab kuch seh rahi thi. Uski body ab surrender kar chuki thi, lekin mind me still ek dard ka kona jal raha tha.
Adimtha ab uski ass ko slow circular motion me rub kar raha tha, kabhi thoda pinch karta, kabhi gentle squeeze.
“Aaj ki night, mujhe yaad rahegi. Yeh ass toh fantasy se bhi upar hai,” usne low, deep awaaz me bola.
Srivalli ab be-hisaab humiliation aur fear mehsoos kar rahi thi, lekin kuch seconds ke liye, usne apne aap ko strong banane ki koshish ki—andar se bas ek silent prayer thi ki yeh raat jaldi khatam ho jaaye.




Dave aur Adimtha ab Srivalli ki ass ko admire karte-karte apni dirty business mode mein aa gaye. Dave ne ek cigar nikalte hue casual andaaz mein bola,

"So, bro, you want the real taste tonight? You know she’s Pushpa’s woman. Nothing below 2 Cr."
Adimtha ne ek confident, teasing laugh di,
"Come on, Dave. Iski value 1 Cr se zyada nahi hai. Lekin, yeh ass dekh ke… chal, final—1.5 Cr. Done?"
Dave ne thoda pretend kiya jese soch raha ho, phir handshake kiya,
"Alright, 1.5 Cr mein tonight, but handle with care. She’s expensive, samjha?"
Srivalli ne yeh baatein suni, uske andar dard aur beizzati ka tsunami aa gaya. Usse lag raha tha jaise koi saman ho, koi insaan nahi. Uski aankhen nam ho gayi, par wo helpless thi, bas apni saansen dabaye sab sun rahi thi.
Deal final hote hi, Adimtha ne Srivalli ke hair ko thoda tight pakad ke uski taraf pull kiya, uske lips pe ek hard, possessive kiss chhod diya—raw, dominating, aur bilkul bhi gentle nahi. Srivalli ka mooh almost numb ho gaya, uski body shiver kar gayi.
Adimtha ne phir bina kuch bole, Srivalli ko apne strong arms mein utha liya—jaise koi prize ho, ek haath se uski thighs pakad ke, dusre haath se uska back. Srivalli helpless thi, uska slim body ab Adimtha ke shoulders pe tha, dress ride up ho gayi thi, legs exposed, face shocked and shamed.
Adimtha ne ek last victorious smile Dave ko di,
"Tonight, this queen is mine."
Srivalli ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, uska dil ek dam se toot gaya—lekin ab wo Adimtha ke powerful arms mein, ek nayi raat, nayi beizzati aur dard ke liye le jaayi ja rahi thi.



Adimtha ne Srivalli ko apne powerful arms mein utha kar apne private room mein le aaya. Room andar se thoda dark, luxury style ka tha—king-size bed, big mirrors, leather chairs, aur table par imported whisky ki bottle.

Usne Srivalli ko ek dum se bed pe throw kiya—jaise koi trophy ho. Srivalli ke baal, golden dress sab messy ho gaye, woh shock mein thi, aankhen wide open, saans tez ho gayi thi.
Adimtha uske paas aaya, bed ke edge par baith gaya, ek hand uski legs pe rakha, aur dirty, teasing awaaz mein bola,
“Damn, you’re even better up close. Yeh smooth skin, yeh ass… abhi toh bas shuruaat hai, baby.”
Usne Srivalli ki body ko upar se niche tak admire kiya, uski neckline, cleavage, aur slim waist pe aankhen ghumaata raha.
“Tonight, I’m gonna make you scream my name. You’ve never had a real man before—just wait, Indian queen.”
Srivalli ki aankhon mein darr, beizzati, aur thoda gussa tha, lekin woh kuch nahi keh paayi—helpless aur numb thi.
Adimtha thoda forward ho kar uske lips ke bohot kareeb aaya, deep breath li,
“Abhi mujhe thoda kaam hai, lekin baby, aaj raat… main tujhe bhoolne nahi dunga. Tab tak… chup chap bed pe reh, aur apne lips se mera baby suck kar.”
Usne apni pants ka zip khola, Srivalli ke head ko gently push kiya—directly, expect karte hue ki wo sab kuch samajh jaaye. Srivalli ne thoda hesitate kiya, par majboori mein, aankhon mein aansu ke saath, uska baby (Adimtha ka lund) suck karna shuru kiya—Adimtha ne uske head pe haath rakha, aur soft moaning ke saath enjoy karta raha.
Room mein sirf Adimtha ki dirty taareef, heavy breathing, aur Srivalli ke helpless sucking ki awaaz goonj rahi thi—raat abhi lambi thi, aur real pain toh abhi shuru hona tha.


Srivalli dheere-dheere, aankhon mein darr aur hesitation ke saath, Adimtha ke paas gayi. Bed ke edge par baith gayi, uske massive body ke saamne apne aap ko chhota mehsoos kar rahi thi. Usne nervous fingers se Adimtha ki pants ka zip dheere se khola, aur uska lund bahar nikalte hi ek pal ke liye Srivalli ka chehra bilkul shock ho gaya.

Adimtha ka lund bina hard huye hi kam se kam 6 inch ka tha—Pushpa jitna, lekin thickness aur color mein ek dum alag, dark aur intimidating. Jaise hi Srivalli ka haath us par gaya, dheere-dheere voh hard hone laga, aur kuch hi seconds mein pura 9 inch ka, thick, powerful, veiny lund Srivalli ke saamne tha. Pehli baar usne apni aankhon se itna bada aur mota lund dekha tha.
Srivalli ka shock, uski aankhon ka widen hona, lips ka thoda open ho jaana—sab Adimtha ne notice kiya aur ek deep, low laugh kiya,
"Scared, baby? Relax… abhi maza aayega. You never seen a real man before, right?"


Srivalli ne jab Adimtha ka pura hard lund apne haath mein liya, toh uske dimaag mein pehla thought tha—"Ye main kaise seh paungi? Yeh kitna bada hai… raat bhar kya hone wala hai mere saath?" Uske aankhon ke kone mein halki si aansu ki chamak thi, lips thode se kaap rahe the.

Usne ek choti si, broken si awaaz mein, andar hi andar almost ro padhi, "Bhagwan, mujhe bacha lena…" Lekin escape ka koi rasta nahi tha.
Adimtha ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue, ek raw, wild smile ke saath bola,
"Wick, baby. Show me how good Indian girls are with their lips."
Srivalli ne thoda shaky fingers se uska thick, dark lund apne lips ke paas laya, aur dheere-dheere tip ko apne mooh mein liya—ek dam nervous, lekin Adimtha ki aankhon mein dekhte hue. Usne soft, slow licks start kiye—tip se shaft tak, tongue se circle karti hui, fir dheere-dheere lips ko aur deep leke jaane lagi.
Kuch hi seconds mein Srivalli ka shyness thoda kam ho gaya, usne apni rhythm pakad li—ab wo ache se suck kar rahi thi, tongue se lapping karte hue, kabhi deep lete hue, kabhi slow teasing ke saath. Room mein ab bas ghap-ghap, hjap-hjap ki wet sucking sounds goonj rahi thi, aur Adimtha ka deep breathing.
Adimtha uski head ko gently hold karke, pleasure se moan karta raha,
"Damn, baby, you’re good. Kaafi talent hai tum mein… yeh lips, yeh tongue… mujhe lagta hai main raat bhar tujhe chodte hue enjoy karunga."
Srivalli ab apni majboori mein best kar rahi thi—andar se tootti ja rahi thi, lekin usne apni skills use karte hue Adimtha ko impress kar diya tha. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi aansu the, lekin lips aur tongue pure control mein, Adimtha ko pleasure dene ke liye.
Room mein sirf sucking ki awaazein, heavy moans, aur Adimtha ke dirty praises goonj rahe the—raat abhi lambi thi.

Srivalli ab bed ke edge pe baithi thi, knees thodi fold ho chuki thi, golden dress thigh tak chadh gayi thi, aur Adimtha ka lund ab uske lips ke beech tha—ab full hard, thick, dark, aur intimidating. Srivalli ke haath ab perfect rhythm me kaam kar rahe the, ek haath se uska base pakad ke slow up-down motion, doosre haath se shaft ko gently massage karte hue. Uski fingers Adimtha ki thickness pe tightly wrapped thi, thumb kabhi tip pe halka rub karti, kabhi base tak squeeze.

Usne dheere-dheere apne lips wide kiye aur lund ko deep mouth me liya—muhhh… muhhh… muhhh… ki wet sucking sound room me goonj rahi thi, jaise har movement pe saliva aur pleasure mix ho raha ho. Srivalli apni tongue se shaft ke upar se neeche tak tease kar rahi thi, kabhi tip pe circles banati, kabhi sudden flick, aur phir pura mouth me le lete hue ek dam deep throat try karti. Jab lund thoda zyada deep jata, uske gala se halki si gag sound aati, "guuhh… guhhh…" lekin wo control me laane ki puri koshish karti.
Adimtha upar se niche dekh raha tha—Srivalli ki tight cleavage golden dress me, uske geele lips, uski pink tongue, aur lips ke kone se nikalta hua saliva. Uski aankhon me excitement, power aur raw hunger tha. Wo apne massive hands se Srivalli ke head ko gently guide karta—kabhi thoda press, kabhi thoda slow, jaise pura control uske haath me ho.
Adimtha (andar hi andar):
"Kya maal hai yeh… itni masoom, lekin ab itni skilled ho gayi hai… raat bhar is mooh ka use karunga, aur fir… is body ka har part mera playground hoga."
Uske mind me ab images chal rahi thi—kaise raat ko Srivalli ko har position me legi, kaise uske tight body pe apne hands aur lund ka pura control dikhayega, kaise uski moaning, screaming, begging sunega. Adimtha ko lag raha tha ki Srivalli ab uski exclusive treat hai—aur aaj ki raat, uske pleasure ki koi limit nahi hone wali.
Srivalli bhi ab thoda lost ho chuki thi—ek taraf beizzati, dusri taraf ek hypnotic rhythm. Kabhi wo Adimtha ke eyes me dekhti, kabhi aankhen band karke apne sucking me busy ho jaati—
"muhhh… muhhh… muhhh… slurp… slurp…"
Wet, lewd, aur pure submission ka sound.
Adimtha ki breathing heavy ho gayi, usne Srivalli ke head pe haath rakh ke softly press kiya,
"Yeh hui na baat… deep, baby, aur deep… I want to feel your throat."
Srivalli ne ek pal ke liye socha, "Main raat bhar kaise survive karungi… par ab kuch option nahi… yeh raat bhi sehni padegi." Lekin usne lips aur tongue aur deep lete hue, Adimtha ko full pleasure dena continue kiya.
Room me ab bas lust, power, aur raw sexual tension ka mahaul tha—raat abhi shuru hi hui thi.


Adimtha ka lund ab Srivalli ke mouth mein deep tha, lekin abhi bhi thoda bahar tha. Usne ekdum se Srivalli ke head ko dono haathon se pakda, ek raw, wild power ke saath, aur ek heavy thrust diya—sara lund ek hi jhatke mein uske throat tak push kar diya.

Srivalli ka gala stretch ho gaya, aankhon se paani aa gaya, aur usi moment pe Adimtha ne loudly moan kiya,
"Ahhhh, take it all, baby!"
Aur usne ek dam se sara cum uske throat mein dal diya—thick, warm, itna zyada ki jaise ek glass bhar gaya ho. Srivalli ka throat aur mouth cum se full ho gaya, kuch bahar aa gaya, lips pe, chin pe drip karne laga. Wo almost gag kar gayi, lekin Adimtha ne uske face ko hold karke, cum uske cheeks aur lips pe rub kiya—messy, dominating, pura possessive mark jaisa.
Adimtha ne apni pant pehni, ek last baar Srivalli ki exposed ass pe solid slap maara—"Thwack!"—aur deep awaaz mein bola,
"Meet you at night, baby. Stay ready for me."
Wo chilling confidence aur dirty smile ke saath room se bahar chala gaya, Srivalli ko bilkul helpless, messy, aur exhausted chhod kar—uske mouth se ab bhi thoda cum drip kar raha tha, aankhon mein aankh se aansu, aur body poori tarah se numb.
Uske mind mein ab bas ek hi thought goonj rahi thi—"Yeh raat abhi baaki hai…"



Srivalli apna mooh poora messy aur heavy breathing ke saath turant bathroom ki taraf bhaagi. Andar jaate hi usne basin pakad ke zor se ulti ki, thoda cum gale mein atka tha, almost choked ho gayi thi. Uski aankhon se aansu nikal rahe the, body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi, aur thoda thoda voice bhi break ho raha tha.

Usne apna face pani se dhoya, lekin cum ka taste ab bhi mouth mein tha. Mirror mein apne aap ko dekha—red eyes, messy hair, golden dress ka neckline loose ho gaya tha. Srivalli ne silently roti hui socha,
"Main kaha fas gayi hoon… Yeh sab sirf Pushpa ko bachane ke chakkar mein ho raha hai, par ab to meri zindagi hi kisi aur ki ban gayi. Raat bhar… woh kala sand… 9 inch ka… kaise seh paungi main yeh sab?"
Uske haath basin pe tightly pakad liye, aankhen band karke halki si sargoshi nikli,
"Bhagwan, ab kis mod pe le aaye ho mujhe… yahan se ab wapas kaise niklu?"
Srivalli ka andar se hausla tut raha tha, lekin majboori, guilt aur helplessness ne usse khud ko wash kiya, dress thoda set ki, par uski aankhon me ab bhi dar aur beizzati ka bojh tha. Us raat ke liye ab uska koi option nahi bacha tha—bas sehna aur survive karna.