Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

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Dusri jagah, ek shaam ka waqt tha—Srivalli apne kamre mein bechain baithi thi. Ab tak usne khud ko sambhal liya tha, lekin har din kuch aur naya, kuch aur beizzati laata tha. Aaj uske bed par ek transparent, extremely bold black dress rakhi thi—jisse dekhkar koi bhi shock ho jaye. Deep neckline, barely-there straps, thoda sa leather ka touch, neeche bas ek tiny skirt jaisi, poori body expose karti hui—yeh dress kisi high-class call girl ya hooker ke liye perfect thi.
Saath hi, phone pe ek message flash hua—African guy Adimtha ka:
"Tonight you are mine, Indian queen. Wear this dress for me and wait. I want to see all of you. Show me what only I will own from now on."
Srivalli ne message padte hi ek pal ke liye aankhen band kar li, body se ek thandi si sardi dhoondne lagi. Andar se ghinn, bezubaan guilt aur helplessness tha—lekin ab tak usne apne aap ko majboori mein strong bana liya tha. Usne dress uthai, mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi—apni reflection dekhi, jisme sharam aur bechaini mix ho chuki thi, lekin aankhon mein ek ajeeb si khud ko sambhalne wali himmat bhi aa gayi thi.
Srivalli ne socha,
"Aaj phir ek raat… ek naya circus… par ab to sirf survive karna hai, aur kuch nahi."
Usne dress pehni—shoulder pe straps adjust ki, neckline deep kar li, skirt ko neeche khiska diya, designer bra barely visible thi, cleavage almost poora open tha. Uske lips pe ek forced seductive smile aayi, aankhon mein aansu dab gaye.
"I am ready," usne phone pe quietly message kiya.
Adimtha ke liye woh ek exclusive, decorated trophy ban chuki thi—aur aaj ki raat uski ownership prove karni thi.



Srivalli abhi apne aap ko sambhalte hue, thoda nervous pose mein khadi thi, jab achanak do tall, dark security-type African guys kamre mein ghus aaye. Unhone Srivalli ko ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha—uske revealing dress, exposed legs, deep cleavage par unki aankhen ruk gayi, lekin unhone kuch bola nahi. Srivalli instinctively apne haath se chest aur thighs ko cover karne lagi, thoda scared expression ke saath—lekin woh guys bilkul stone-faced the, jaise unke liye yeh roz ki baat ho.
Un dono ne aage badhkar ek tripod camera directly bed ke saamne setup kiya, lens ko adjust kiya, angle check kiya, aur bina Srivalli ki taraf dekhe quietly bahar nikal gaye. Room suddenly silent ho gaya—bas camera ka red light blink kar raha tha.
Srivalli ka dil aur tez dhadakne laga—usne aankhon mein aansu chhupa liye, yeh samajh gayi ki aaj ki raat sirf uski beizzati nahi, balki record bhi ki jaayegi.
Tabhi room ka darwaza dhad se khula, aur Adimtha ek confident, dominating smile ke saath andar aaya. Uski aankhon mein raw hunger aur power ka thrill tha. Usne Srivalli ki nervous, sharmayi hui body dekhi, camera par nazar dali, aur ek badi laugh chhodi—
“Look at you, Indian queen! Aaj to pura show hai… sab record hoga, baby. Ready to make me proud?”
Srivalli sirf aankhen jhuka kar, apni body tightly cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin ab uske paas koi choice nahi thi. Adimtha aaj ki raat uska sab kuch lene ko tayyar tha—aur camera sab evidence capture kar raha tha.

Adimtha ne door band kiya aur poore room ko ek dark, hungry energy se bhar diya. Srivalli corner mein khadi thi, uski revealing black dress uski curves ko aur zyada highlight kar rahi thi. Adimtha ne bina ek second waste kiye, usko apni taraf khinch liya—uske shoulders pe haath rakha aur ek dum se uski aankhon mein deep, wild look diya. Fir uska gaze dheere-dheere Srivalli ke cleavage par gaya—uski neckline itni deep thi ki aaj tak kisi ne aise openly Srivalli ko objectify nahi kiya tha.
Adimtha (teasing, husky voice):
“Damn, girl… kitna size hai tera? 34? 36?”
Srivalli ne halki si shaky awaaz mein bola,
“36…”
Adimtha ne ek deep laugh ki, uska finger Srivalli ke cleavage ke beech se chalte hue uske lips tak aaya, gently uske lips ko brush kiya, jaise feel kar raha ho ki yeh sab ab uska hai.
Adimtha:
“Ever had an African before?”
Srivalli ne aankhen jhukate hue, halki si sharm aur dar ke saath sir hilaya,
“N-no…”
Adimtha fir se hasa—raw, cocky, powerful.
“Toh aaj raat yaadgar hogi. Mujhe tumhara BJ pasand aaya tha… ab phir se show do. On your knees, baby.”
Srivalli nervous thi, lekin ab uske paas koi option nahi tha. Dheere-dheere woh bed ke paas jhuki, dress ki skirt thodi aur upar chali gayi, usne apne haath se Adimtha ke pants ka zip khola—aur massive, dark lund uske saamne tha, is baar poora ready, throbbing.
Srivalli ne aankhen band karke, lips par Adimtha ka finger feel karte hue, slow kiss se start kiya—tip ko tongue se gently lick kiya, phir lips se uske shaft par soft pressure dala. Dheere-dheere usne mouth open kiya, aur uska lund ko deep lete hue suck karna shuru kiya.


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Camera quietly blink kar raha tha—sab record ho raha tha. Room mein sirf Srivalli ke “muhhh, slurp, ahhh…” wale sucking sounds, Adimtha ke heavy breaths, aur uske dirty moans goonj rahe the.
Adimtha ne Srivalli ke head ko softly guide kiya—kabhi slow, kabhi deep—aur har move pe Srivalli apni tongue aur lips se full effort de rahi thi. Uski eyes thodi watery thi, lekin lips par forced passion tha.
Adimtha (whispering, low voice):
“Good girl… show me how you please an African man. Tonight you’re mine—camera ko mat bhool, sab yaadgar hoga.”
Srivalli ab full submissive mode mein, every stroke, every lick, camera aur Adimtha dono ke liye perform kar rahi thi—raat abhi lambi thi, aur yeh bas shuruaat thi.