25-10-2025, 12:43 AM
## Update 39: The New Master and the Stolen Clothes (Avi and Mona)
After the intense, prolonged climax, the air in the dark storehouse slowly cooled. We lay there for a while, recovering, our heavy breathing the only sound.
Mona sighed contentedly, her voice soft and full of wonder, her hand tracing lines on my back. "This is the first time I've genuinely enjoyed sex," she confessed.
I shifted my weight slightly, a hint of challenge in my voice. "Today you had sex with one lunď. Every day you take two lunďs."
Mona insisted, looking up at the ceiling with undisguised admiration. "Your one lunď is equal to both of their lunďs combined."
I admitted, resting my chin on her shoulder, feeling the satisfaction of the session and the thrill of the conquest. "I also enjoyed it today."
Her curiosity piqued by my expertise, she propped herself up on one elbow. "Who taught you all this? The slow play, the licking... they never do any of that."
I smiled, quoting Madam's own words, a feeling of pride swelling in my chest. "That's my secret."
She lay back down, her voice filled with deep satisfaction. "Whoever taught you, I enjoyed it completely. I didn't know sex could feel like that."
I pressed, wanting to hear the explicit comparison, my gaze meeting hers in the gloom. "Really? You feel that way after all the sex you've had?"
She detailed the difference, her eyes shining with happiness and a new sense of validation. "Of course! My Boyfriend just takes out his lunď and puts it immediately in my mouth or my chooť. Forget about sucking my breasts, he never even squeezed them properly. I suck his lunď, but he doesn't even touch my chooť with his hands. You're the first man who has treated me and my body with such... focus," she finished with a soft sigh.
"Thanks," I said, accepting the high praise with a nod.
She grasped my hand, her voice turning desperate. "I want to have sex with you again. Please. I still can't clearly see your face in this dark. At least tell me your name."
I pulled my hand away gently, a mischievous, dominant grin on my face. "No. Let it remain a secret. When I want to have sex with you, I'll come to you myself," I said, establishing my control.
Her face fell dramatically, the despair visible even in the dim light. "Does that mean you won't have sex with me tomorrow?" she asked.
I stated clearly, sitting up. "No. I said, when I decide, and when I want to."
She dropped her head, her voice dropping to a desperate murmur. "Don't do this to me. I've become a slave to your lunď already."
I quickly became practical, looking around the dark space. "I told you, when I say so. Look, it's getting late. What's this, it's already 8 p.m.? Hurry up and get dressed," I urged, pulling on my trousers.
She looked around the floor frantically, her hands searching the dust. "That man took my clothes. How will I go home now?" she asked, a wave of panic washing over her.
I quickly finished putting on my clothes. "You wait here, I'll see what I can find," I said, moving toward the window.
She hissed, her voice low and frantic. "Hurry up, I'll be caught if I stay here longer!"
I took my bag, opened the window, and went outside. I looked around the ground and the storehouse yard. *Maybe that man had thrown her clothes somewhere after checking them,* I thought. But I didn't find anything. I went to the nearest house on the other side of the ground. It was late, and I had to find something quickly. My luck was surprisingly good: I saw the clean laundry of that house hanging on a rope outside. I quickly took a *salwar kameez*—a full outfit—from the line.
I went back to the storehouse. "Mona, here are the clothes," I whispered, holding them up to the window.
Mona grabbed the clothes with obvious gratitude. I quickly hid behind a large tree nearby. After a short while, Mona put on the slightly ill-fitting clothes and came out of the window. She looked around nervously, her heart pounding, but she couldn't see anyone. She then slipped away and quickly walked toward her home, her form blending into the twilight.
As soon as Mona was out of sight, I also went home.
It was 8:30 p.m. now. I knew I would get a severe scolding for being so late. My stomach tightened instantly with anxiety. I could hear the fear echoing in my ears as I imagined my Chacha's voice. That's why I quickly found a good, believable excuse—I would tell them I was studying with Komal—and went inside the house.
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After the intense, prolonged climax, the air in the dark storehouse slowly cooled. We lay there for a while, recovering, our heavy breathing the only sound.
Mona sighed contentedly, her voice soft and full of wonder, her hand tracing lines on my back. "This is the first time I've genuinely enjoyed sex," she confessed.
I shifted my weight slightly, a hint of challenge in my voice. "Today you had sex with one lunď. Every day you take two lunďs."
Mona insisted, looking up at the ceiling with undisguised admiration. "Your one lunď is equal to both of their lunďs combined."
I admitted, resting my chin on her shoulder, feeling the satisfaction of the session and the thrill of the conquest. "I also enjoyed it today."
Her curiosity piqued by my expertise, she propped herself up on one elbow. "Who taught you all this? The slow play, the licking... they never do any of that."
I smiled, quoting Madam's own words, a feeling of pride swelling in my chest. "That's my secret."
She lay back down, her voice filled with deep satisfaction. "Whoever taught you, I enjoyed it completely. I didn't know sex could feel like that."
I pressed, wanting to hear the explicit comparison, my gaze meeting hers in the gloom. "Really? You feel that way after all the sex you've had?"
She detailed the difference, her eyes shining with happiness and a new sense of validation. "Of course! My Boyfriend just takes out his lunď and puts it immediately in my mouth or my chooť. Forget about sucking my breasts, he never even squeezed them properly. I suck his lunď, but he doesn't even touch my chooť with his hands. You're the first man who has treated me and my body with such... focus," she finished with a soft sigh.
"Thanks," I said, accepting the high praise with a nod.
She grasped my hand, her voice turning desperate. "I want to have sex with you again. Please. I still can't clearly see your face in this dark. At least tell me your name."
I pulled my hand away gently, a mischievous, dominant grin on my face. "No. Let it remain a secret. When I want to have sex with you, I'll come to you myself," I said, establishing my control.
Her face fell dramatically, the despair visible even in the dim light. "Does that mean you won't have sex with me tomorrow?" she asked.
I stated clearly, sitting up. "No. I said, when I decide, and when I want to."
She dropped her head, her voice dropping to a desperate murmur. "Don't do this to me. I've become a slave to your lunď already."
I quickly became practical, looking around the dark space. "I told you, when I say so. Look, it's getting late. What's this, it's already 8 p.m.? Hurry up and get dressed," I urged, pulling on my trousers.
She looked around the floor frantically, her hands searching the dust. "That man took my clothes. How will I go home now?" she asked, a wave of panic washing over her.
I quickly finished putting on my clothes. "You wait here, I'll see what I can find," I said, moving toward the window.
She hissed, her voice low and frantic. "Hurry up, I'll be caught if I stay here longer!"
I took my bag, opened the window, and went outside. I looked around the ground and the storehouse yard. *Maybe that man had thrown her clothes somewhere after checking them,* I thought. But I didn't find anything. I went to the nearest house on the other side of the ground. It was late, and I had to find something quickly. My luck was surprisingly good: I saw the clean laundry of that house hanging on a rope outside. I quickly took a *salwar kameez*—a full outfit—from the line.
I went back to the storehouse. "Mona, here are the clothes," I whispered, holding them up to the window.
Mona grabbed the clothes with obvious gratitude. I quickly hid behind a large tree nearby. After a short while, Mona put on the slightly ill-fitting clothes and came out of the window. She looked around nervously, her heart pounding, but she couldn't see anyone. She then slipped away and quickly walked toward her home, her form blending into the twilight.
As soon as Mona was out of sight, I also went home.
It was 8:30 p.m. now. I knew I would get a severe scolding for being so late. My stomach tightened instantly with anxiety. I could hear the fear echoing in my ears as I imagined my Chacha's voice. That's why I quickly found a good, believable excuse—I would tell them I was studying with Komal—and went inside the house.
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