Ancient Indian King and the Erotic Storyteller

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The Maharaja's Midnight Whisper

[b]Characters:[/b]

• Maharaj Adarsh: The King.
  
• Kavi: The Storyteller.
  
• Rohini: The wife.
  
• Dev: The husband.
  
  

Setting: The private chambers of Maharaj Adarsh, Delhi. The next day.

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(Scene 1) : The Trader's Debt

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Kavi enters. The King is pacing, a restless, hungry look on his face. He waves his hand dismissively before Kavi can even bow.

Maharaj Adarsh: "Kavi. Enough. I have grown tired of the physician. The story is slow. I find my mind has wandered."

Kavi: "The Maharaj is not pleased with the story?"

Maharaj Adarsh: "I am not displeased. I am bored. My excitement has cooled. I need a new fire. A hotter fire. Today, you will forget the physician and the sick woman. You will tell me a completely new story."

Maharaj Adarsh: "Yes. And the same rules apply. This story must make me hard. Harder than the last one. Or you know the consequences. Now, begin."

Kavi nods. His voice takes on its simple, descriptive tone.

Kavi: "This story is called The Trader's Debt."

Kavi: "A merchant named Dev is sitting in his study with a trader named Sameer. They are talking about numbers. It is very boring."

Dev: "The price of silk has gone up. We cannot make a profit."

Sameer: "We must find a new route, then. Perhaps through the south..."

Kavi: "The door opens. Dev's wife, Rohini, enters. She is not wearing a sari. She wears only a very short skirt and a blouse cut so low that her huge, milk-filled breasts are almost completely exposed. Her cleavage is deep and shadowed."

Dev: "Rohini! What is the meaning of this? We have a guest!"

Rohini: "I know. I came to offer our guest some refreshment. You look thirsty, Sameer."

Sameer: "I am… a little thirsty, yes."

Kavi: "Rohini looks down at her own chest. A wet patch has appeared on the thin fabric of her blouse, right over the nipple."

Rohini: "Oh, look. My milk has come in. It seems my body wishes to offer you the freshest drink in the house."

Dev: "Rohini! Stop this now! Cover yourself!"

Kavi: "She ignores her husband. She walks over to Sameer. She looks him directly in the eyes. With one hand, she squeezes her breast."

Kavi: "A drop of white milk appears on her nipple."

Rohini: "This is my milk. No one else has anything like it. Would you like to taste it?"

Sameer: "I… I don't know what to say."

Dev: "Say no! For gods' sakes, man, have some decency!"

Rohini: "He is a guest in my house, Dev. He will not be rude. Open your mouth, Sameer."

Kavi: "She leans down. Sameer is frozen in his chair. She pushes her nipple towards his lips. He opens his mouth just a little. She presses her nipple against his lips and squeezes again. A small stream of milk goes into his mouth."

Rohini: "Is it sweet?"

Sameer: "...Yes. Very sweet."

Dev: "This is an outrage! I am ruined! Get out of my house, Sameer!"

Rohini: "He is not going anywhere. But you are right about one thing. You are ruined."

Kavi: "She turns her back on her husband. She sits down on Sameer's lap, facing him."

Rohini: "My husband is a boring man of numbers. I am a woman of flesh. I am hot. I am horny. And I need to be fucked by a real man. And you, Sameer, will pay my husband's debt to me. You will fuck me now. Here."

Dev: "No! Please, Rohini! Not in front of me!"

Rohini: "Especially in front of you. You will watch. You will watch me take my pleasure with another man."

Kavi: "She stands up. She unties the front of her blouse. It falls open. Her huge, heavy breasts are now completely bare. Her nipples are hard and wet with milk."

Kavi: "She reaches down and starts unlacing Sameer's trousers."

Rohini: "Lie on the floor."

Kavi: "Sameer, his eyes wide, does as she says. He lies on his back. She gets his clothes open and his hard cock springs free."

Rohini: "Now you, husband. Do not you dare look away. You will watch every second of this."

Kavi: "Rohini gets on top of Sameer. She positions herself over his cock. She lowers herself down, taking all of him inside her."

Rohini: "Ah! Yes! That is what I needed."

Dev: "Please… I am begging you…"

Kavi: "She begins to ride him. Up and down. Her huge, bare breasts bounce. Her eyes never leave her husband's face. She is smiling."

Rohini: "Does this hurt you, husband? To see your wife enjoying a real man's cock?"

Kavi: "She rides him harder, faster. She is moaning loudly now. Sameer is just holding onto her hips."

Rohini: "I'M COMING! I'M CUMMING FOR HIM, DEV! NOT FOR YOU!"

Kavi: "Her body tenses and she screams as her orgasm hits her. The feeling makes Sameer cum deep inside her. It is over."

Kavi: "She slowly pulls herself off him. She stands up. She is covered in sweat. She does not cover her breasts."

Rohini: "Get dressed, Sameer. Your business here is finished. You may leave."

Kavi: "Sameer quickly gets his clothes in order. He does not look at Dev. He rushes out of the room."

Kavi: "Rohini turns to her husband. He is on the floor, crying."

Rohini: "Now. Where were we? Ah, yes. The price of silk."

Kavi: "That is the end of the story, Maharaj."

The King is completely still, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. His face is a mask of intense concentration. He is breathing hard through his nose.

Maharaj Adarsh: "That… Kavi… that was not a story of pleasure. That was a story of destruction. The ultimate humiliation. To be made so powerless…"

Kavi: "Power is the greatest aphrodisiac, Maharaj. Even for the one who loses it."

Maharaj Adarsh: "You are right. I am harder than I have ever been. It is a painful hardness. An angry hardness. This is the best story you have ever told. Go. Leave me with it. I need to be alone with this feeling."