19-01-2026, 07:50 PM
Back in my upper berth, curtains closed tight around me, I sat with the small hand bag on my lap. My white saree bunched around my hips, mangalsutra resting heavy between my boobs over the purple blouse. I opened the water bottle the helper gave earlier. I drank the full bottle slow, cool water sliding down my throat, filling my belly. The cold liquid helped calm my racing heart a little. I pulled out my earphones from the small hand bag, plugged them into my cellphone, and played Ilayaraja music. Soft melodies of old Tamil songs filled my ears. The gentle rhythm and soulful voice wrapped around me. My eyelids grew heavy. I leaned back against the berth wall. My boobs rose and fell slow inside my purple blouse. My nipples softened over the blouse. I fell asleep deep in the quiet hum of the bus and the night highway.
Around 1 AM the bus slowed and stopped with a gentle hiss. The helper walked down the aisle and announced loud enough for everyone to hear, "The bus will stop here for fifteen minutes. Use the toilet, have tea, come back quick."
I woke up sudden, bladder full and pressing. I wanted to pee bad. I grabbed my small hand bag, pushed the curtain aside, and started climbing down the ladder slow. As I descended, the stranger in the lower berth opened his curtain again. His mouth came straight to my deep navel. He kissed it deeper this time, lips sealing firm around my deep navel, tongue pushing inside my deep navel, swirling slow and wet, tasting every inch of my deep navel with hungry suction. The erotic pull shot straight to my pussy lips. My clit throbbed hard inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy grew wetter instant. Nobody other than my husband had ever kissed my deep navel with such filthy intensity. The stranger's tongue made me feel exposed, claimed, and shamefully horny. I ignored him, pretended the deep wet kiss did not happen, pulled myself down the rest of the ladder, and started walking toward the door.
As I got down from the bus with my small hand bag in hand, the night air hit cool on my face. A bakery and tea stall stood bright on the highway side. Another bus had already stopped there, passengers milling around. The ugly guy who peed in the bush and the other ugly guy in the Indian cricket team t-shirt got down as well. They walked behind me slow, eyes on my ass cheeks over the white saree.
I headed straight to the ladies toilet at the back of the stall. Thankfully it was almost empty, only one or two ladies inside. I went into one Indian toilet stall, squatted low over the hole in the floor, lifted my white saree and white petticoat up to my waist, pulled my maroon colour panties down to my knees, and peed long and strong. The warm stream poured out from my pussy lips, splashing loud in the hole below. Relief flooded through my body as my bladder emptied. When I finished, I pulled out wet wipes from my small hand bag. I wiped my pussy lips clean first, the cool wipe gliding over my pussy and clit, removing every drop. Then I wiped my asshole thorough, the wipe sliding between my ass cheeks to clean the tight ring. My pussy and asshole felt fresh and cool after the wipes, the slight sting of cleanliness making them tingle lightly. My pussy lips felt smooth and sensitive again, my asshole puckered tight and clean.
I came out, stood in front of the washbasin mirror, washed my face with cold water, gargled my mouth clean, and felt fresh all over. I adjusted my white saree low on my hips, smoothed the pallu over my boobs, tugged the front pleats neat over my deep navel. My boobs bounced gently inside my purple blouse, nipples still slightly erect over the blouse from the stranger's tongue on my deep navel. I walked out of the toilet area, small hand bag in hand, the night air and the tea stall smells mixing around me. My pussy stayed warm and juicy inside my maroon colour panties, the memory of the deep navel kiss keeping that secret horny pulse alive as I headed back toward the bus.
I walked away from the washbasin mirror with fresh energy in my steps. My pussy felt cool and clean inside my maroon colour panties after the wet wipes. My pussy lips stayed smooth and sensitive, no stickiness left, just a light fresh tingle that made every step rub them gently together. My asshole felt tight and fresh too, the wipes removing every trace, leaving the ring puckered clean and cool between my ass cheeks. The fresh feeling spread through my lower body, making my thighs feel light as I moved toward the bakery stall.
The bakery counter glowed bright under yellow bulbs. Steam rose from the tea kettle and hot samosas fried in oil. I stood in line, small hand bag held against my boobs over the purple blouse. I ordered one cup of hot tea and one samosa. The shop man handed them over quick. I paid from the money in my small hand bag, took the items, and sat at a small plastic table near the edge of the stall.
I blew on the hot tea first. Steam warmed my face as I sipped slow. The hot tea burned my tongue a little, then slid down my throat in a warm rush, filling my belly with comforting heat. I bit into the samosa next. The outer layer cracked crisp between my teeth. Hot potato masala inside spilled onto my tongue, spicy and oily, burning my mouth in delicious fire. I chewed slow, savoring the heat spreading through my mouth, the spice making my lips tingle. Each bite sent warmth down my throat, mixing with the tea, making my whole body feel alive and satisfied.
My boobs rose and fell gently inside my purple blouse as I ate, nipples still slightly erect over the blouse from the stranger's tongue on my deep navel. My pussy stayed warm and juicy inside my maroon colour panties, the fresh clean feeling from the wipes mixing with the secret horny pulse that refused to leave. I finished the tea and samosa, licked my fingers clean, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and felt full and refreshed.
The fifteen minutes ticked by slow. The ugly guy and the Indian cricket team t-shirt guy stood nearby, watching me eat, eyes on my boobs and deep navel over the low white saree dbang. I ignored them, stood up, adjusted my pallu over my shoulder, smoothed my white saree on my hips, and walked back toward the bus. My ass cheeks moved full and round under the saree, maroon colour panties hugging my pussy lips snug, the fresh tingle in my pussy and asshole keeping me aware of every step. The bus waited ahead, engine idling, ready to carry me deeper into the night toward Chennai.
I sat at the small plastic table outside the bakery stall. The hot tea steamed in my hand. I sipped slow, feeling the warmth spread down my throat. I bit into the samosa. The crisp outer layer cracked. Hot potato masala filled my mouth, spicy and burning delicious. I chewed, savoring the heat on my tongue, the oil making my lips tingle.
The ugly man sat down across from me without asking. He held his own tea cup. I felt scared sudden. My boobs rose quick inside my purple blouse. My nipples poked slightly over the blouse. I kept my eyes down on the samosa.
He spoke low and calm. "Do not be afraid, madam. My name is Anand. I am from Indian Intelligence. Secret agent."
I looked up confused. "Intelligence? Sir, what is that?"
He smiled patient. "I work for the Army, madam. Protecting the country. Like your father and your husband."
I felt a little safer. "You work for Army, sir? Like my dad and my husband?"
"Yes, madam. Exactly like them. I saw your dad's TVS 50 at the stop. The Ex-Army sticker. Your dad was in the Army."
Pride filled my chest. "Yes, sir. My dad served twenty years. And my husband is serving now."
He nodded serious. "That is why I came to you, madam. The man traveling with me, his name is Gopi. He is a Pakistani and China collaborated biowar candidate. He carries a new virus. We have to collect his semen sample."
I blinked fast. "Sir, what is biowar?"
He explained clear and intelligent. "Biowar means biological warfare. Enemies create viruses to attack countries. Like Covid, corona virus. It killed lakhs. That was small. Now they make bigger ones. Gopi has the new virus in his body. If we get his semen sample, we study it, make vaccine fast, save crores of Indians."
I stared wide eyed. "Sir, how can virus be in semen?"
"Virus hides in body fluids, madam. Semen is strong carrier. We need fresh sample in good quantity. I followed him from Hyderabad. I befriended him for this mission. Without the sample, the virus can spread. Millions can die."
Tears pricked my eyes. "Sir, so many people?"
"Yes, madam. Crores of mothers, children, soldiers. Your father fought on border. Your husband fights now. This is new war. Inside bodies. You can stop it."
I felt my voice shake. "But sir, how can I help?"
He leaned in. "You are Army daughter. Army wife. You carry the same courage. The lives of so many Indians are in your hands tonight. One small help. Make Gopi trust you. Get him to follow you. We collect the sample in a safe place. India will be safe because of you."
My chest tightened with emotion. "Sir, is it secret? My husband, my dad, they will not know?"
"Complete secret, madam. Only you, me, and the nation. Think of your sons growing up safe. Think of every family safe. You can save them all."
I wiped tears. Pride and fear mixed deep. "Sir, I want to make my dad proud. My husband proud. For India."
He looked straight into my eyes. "Then promise me, madam. Promise you will help me save India like your father and your husband saved us on borders. Promise on your mangalsutra, on your family, on Bharat Mata."
Tears fell now. My voice broke. "Yes, sir. I promise. I will help. For my country. For my dad. For my husband. I will do it."
He nodded once, satisfied. "Good, madam. You are brave. Like a true soldier's daughter and wife. The nation will never forget."
I finished the last bite of samosa, hands shaking. My pussy stayed warm inside my maroon colour panties. The patriotic fire burned strong. I looked at him, voice small. "Sir, what should I do now?"
Anand sipped his tea slow, eyes steady on mine. "Madam, I cannot reveal the exact strategy to get Gopi’s semen sample. It is top secret. If word leaks, the mission fails. Enemies will know. Lives will be lost."
I nodded quick, heart pounding. "Yes, sir. I understand."
He leaned forward, voice firm but kind. "But madam, you must promise me one thing. Promise that you will do anything for this mission. Anything at all. No questions. No hesitation. For our country. For the safety of crores."
I felt tears rise again. "Sir, anything?"
"Yes, madam. Anything. Think of the soldiers on borders. Your father stood there. Your husband stands there now. They risk life every day. This is your chance to risk for them. To risk for India. To save our people from invisible enemy. Virus does not care about borders. It can kill us all inside our homes. You hold the power to stop it. Promise me you will do anything."
My mangalsutra felt heavy between my boobs. Pride burned deep. "Sir, I promise. I will do anything. For my country. For my dad. For my husband. For every Indian."
He placed his hand over his heart. "Then you are also part of this mission, madam. You are also Army person now. Soldier in secret war. Your courage will save us."
I wiped my eyes, voice shaking but strong. "Yes, sir. I am ready. I will not let my country down."
He smiled once, small and proud. "Good, madam. Very good. The nation needs women like you."
The bus horn sounded again. Passengers started boarding. I stood up, adjusted my white saree pallu over my boobs, heart full of emotion. My pussy stayed warm inside my maroon colour panties, the patriotic fire mixing with the unknown fear of what "anything" meant. I walked toward the bus steps, Anand behind me, my naive soul now committed to the mission completely.
We walked toward the bus steps together. Anand stopped me sudden with a hand on my arm. "Wait, madam. Come this way first."
He took me behind the bus into the dark bushes at the side of the highway. Gopi stood there peeing, back turned, cock out in his hand, stream hitting the ground loud. Anand whispered quick. "Madam, I will introduce you to Gopi now. I will tell him you are a high class whore from Chennai. I paid you to fuck you in the bus, in the sleeper berth. Threesome. You, me, and him."
Fear gripped my chest hard. My boobs rose fast inside my purple blouse. My nipples poked hard over the blouse. My pussy clenched inside my maroon colour panties. "Sir, no. I cannot. This is too much."
Anand turned me to face him, eyes intense. "Madam, do not get scared. Be brave. You are daughter of an Army man. Wife of an Army man. Your father faced bullets. Your husband faces bullets every day. This is your battle now. Not with gun. With your body. One night. One act. To save crores of lives. To stop the virus. To protect every child, every mother, every soldier. You promised. You swore on your mangalsutra. You swore for Bharat Mata."
Tears filled my eyes. My voice broke. "Sir, but this... this is dirty. My husband... my dad..."
"They will never know, madam. But India will know one day. A secret hero. A brave woman who used her body to save the nation. Your father and husband fight enemies outside. You fight the enemy inside. The virus. The biowar. You are soldier too. Stronger than them tonight. Do this for them. Do this for your sons. Do this for every Indian who sleeps safe tonight because of you."
My heart pounded with emotion. Pride and shame twisted together. I wiped my tears. "Sir, for my country... I will be brave."
He squeezed my shoulder gentle. "Good, madam. You are true daughter of soldier. True wife of soldier. Come. I will introduce you now."
I nodded slow, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs, pussy warm and wet inside my maroon colour panties from fear and the weight of duty. Anand led me forward. Gopi finished peeing, tucked his cock back, turned toward us. My naive heart beat fast, ready to play the part for India.
Around 1 AM the bus slowed and stopped with a gentle hiss. The helper walked down the aisle and announced loud enough for everyone to hear, "The bus will stop here for fifteen minutes. Use the toilet, have tea, come back quick."
I woke up sudden, bladder full and pressing. I wanted to pee bad. I grabbed my small hand bag, pushed the curtain aside, and started climbing down the ladder slow. As I descended, the stranger in the lower berth opened his curtain again. His mouth came straight to my deep navel. He kissed it deeper this time, lips sealing firm around my deep navel, tongue pushing inside my deep navel, swirling slow and wet, tasting every inch of my deep navel with hungry suction. The erotic pull shot straight to my pussy lips. My clit throbbed hard inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy grew wetter instant. Nobody other than my husband had ever kissed my deep navel with such filthy intensity. The stranger's tongue made me feel exposed, claimed, and shamefully horny. I ignored him, pretended the deep wet kiss did not happen, pulled myself down the rest of the ladder, and started walking toward the door.
As I got down from the bus with my small hand bag in hand, the night air hit cool on my face. A bakery and tea stall stood bright on the highway side. Another bus had already stopped there, passengers milling around. The ugly guy who peed in the bush and the other ugly guy in the Indian cricket team t-shirt got down as well. They walked behind me slow, eyes on my ass cheeks over the white saree.
I headed straight to the ladies toilet at the back of the stall. Thankfully it was almost empty, only one or two ladies inside. I went into one Indian toilet stall, squatted low over the hole in the floor, lifted my white saree and white petticoat up to my waist, pulled my maroon colour panties down to my knees, and peed long and strong. The warm stream poured out from my pussy lips, splashing loud in the hole below. Relief flooded through my body as my bladder emptied. When I finished, I pulled out wet wipes from my small hand bag. I wiped my pussy lips clean first, the cool wipe gliding over my pussy and clit, removing every drop. Then I wiped my asshole thorough, the wipe sliding between my ass cheeks to clean the tight ring. My pussy and asshole felt fresh and cool after the wipes, the slight sting of cleanliness making them tingle lightly. My pussy lips felt smooth and sensitive again, my asshole puckered tight and clean.
I came out, stood in front of the washbasin mirror, washed my face with cold water, gargled my mouth clean, and felt fresh all over. I adjusted my white saree low on my hips, smoothed the pallu over my boobs, tugged the front pleats neat over my deep navel. My boobs bounced gently inside my purple blouse, nipples still slightly erect over the blouse from the stranger's tongue on my deep navel. I walked out of the toilet area, small hand bag in hand, the night air and the tea stall smells mixing around me. My pussy stayed warm and juicy inside my maroon colour panties, the memory of the deep navel kiss keeping that secret horny pulse alive as I headed back toward the bus.
I walked away from the washbasin mirror with fresh energy in my steps. My pussy felt cool and clean inside my maroon colour panties after the wet wipes. My pussy lips stayed smooth and sensitive, no stickiness left, just a light fresh tingle that made every step rub them gently together. My asshole felt tight and fresh too, the wipes removing every trace, leaving the ring puckered clean and cool between my ass cheeks. The fresh feeling spread through my lower body, making my thighs feel light as I moved toward the bakery stall.
The bakery counter glowed bright under yellow bulbs. Steam rose from the tea kettle and hot samosas fried in oil. I stood in line, small hand bag held against my boobs over the purple blouse. I ordered one cup of hot tea and one samosa. The shop man handed them over quick. I paid from the money in my small hand bag, took the items, and sat at a small plastic table near the edge of the stall.
I blew on the hot tea first. Steam warmed my face as I sipped slow. The hot tea burned my tongue a little, then slid down my throat in a warm rush, filling my belly with comforting heat. I bit into the samosa next. The outer layer cracked crisp between my teeth. Hot potato masala inside spilled onto my tongue, spicy and oily, burning my mouth in delicious fire. I chewed slow, savoring the heat spreading through my mouth, the spice making my lips tingle. Each bite sent warmth down my throat, mixing with the tea, making my whole body feel alive and satisfied.
My boobs rose and fell gently inside my purple blouse as I ate, nipples still slightly erect over the blouse from the stranger's tongue on my deep navel. My pussy stayed warm and juicy inside my maroon colour panties, the fresh clean feeling from the wipes mixing with the secret horny pulse that refused to leave. I finished the tea and samosa, licked my fingers clean, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and felt full and refreshed.
The fifteen minutes ticked by slow. The ugly guy and the Indian cricket team t-shirt guy stood nearby, watching me eat, eyes on my boobs and deep navel over the low white saree dbang. I ignored them, stood up, adjusted my pallu over my shoulder, smoothed my white saree on my hips, and walked back toward the bus. My ass cheeks moved full and round under the saree, maroon colour panties hugging my pussy lips snug, the fresh tingle in my pussy and asshole keeping me aware of every step. The bus waited ahead, engine idling, ready to carry me deeper into the night toward Chennai.
I sat at the small plastic table outside the bakery stall. The hot tea steamed in my hand. I sipped slow, feeling the warmth spread down my throat. I bit into the samosa. The crisp outer layer cracked. Hot potato masala filled my mouth, spicy and burning delicious. I chewed, savoring the heat on my tongue, the oil making my lips tingle.
The ugly man sat down across from me without asking. He held his own tea cup. I felt scared sudden. My boobs rose quick inside my purple blouse. My nipples poked slightly over the blouse. I kept my eyes down on the samosa.
He spoke low and calm. "Do not be afraid, madam. My name is Anand. I am from Indian Intelligence. Secret agent."
I looked up confused. "Intelligence? Sir, what is that?"
He smiled patient. "I work for the Army, madam. Protecting the country. Like your father and your husband."
I felt a little safer. "You work for Army, sir? Like my dad and my husband?"
"Yes, madam. Exactly like them. I saw your dad's TVS 50 at the stop. The Ex-Army sticker. Your dad was in the Army."
Pride filled my chest. "Yes, sir. My dad served twenty years. And my husband is serving now."
He nodded serious. "That is why I came to you, madam. The man traveling with me, his name is Gopi. He is a Pakistani and China collaborated biowar candidate. He carries a new virus. We have to collect his semen sample."
I blinked fast. "Sir, what is biowar?"
He explained clear and intelligent. "Biowar means biological warfare. Enemies create viruses to attack countries. Like Covid, corona virus. It killed lakhs. That was small. Now they make bigger ones. Gopi has the new virus in his body. If we get his semen sample, we study it, make vaccine fast, save crores of Indians."
I stared wide eyed. "Sir, how can virus be in semen?"
"Virus hides in body fluids, madam. Semen is strong carrier. We need fresh sample in good quantity. I followed him from Hyderabad. I befriended him for this mission. Without the sample, the virus can spread. Millions can die."
Tears pricked my eyes. "Sir, so many people?"
"Yes, madam. Crores of mothers, children, soldiers. Your father fought on border. Your husband fights now. This is new war. Inside bodies. You can stop it."
I felt my voice shake. "But sir, how can I help?"
He leaned in. "You are Army daughter. Army wife. You carry the same courage. The lives of so many Indians are in your hands tonight. One small help. Make Gopi trust you. Get him to follow you. We collect the sample in a safe place. India will be safe because of you."
My chest tightened with emotion. "Sir, is it secret? My husband, my dad, they will not know?"
"Complete secret, madam. Only you, me, and the nation. Think of your sons growing up safe. Think of every family safe. You can save them all."
I wiped tears. Pride and fear mixed deep. "Sir, I want to make my dad proud. My husband proud. For India."
He looked straight into my eyes. "Then promise me, madam. Promise you will help me save India like your father and your husband saved us on borders. Promise on your mangalsutra, on your family, on Bharat Mata."
Tears fell now. My voice broke. "Yes, sir. I promise. I will help. For my country. For my dad. For my husband. I will do it."
He nodded once, satisfied. "Good, madam. You are brave. Like a true soldier's daughter and wife. The nation will never forget."
I finished the last bite of samosa, hands shaking. My pussy stayed warm inside my maroon colour panties. The patriotic fire burned strong. I looked at him, voice small. "Sir, what should I do now?"
Anand sipped his tea slow, eyes steady on mine. "Madam, I cannot reveal the exact strategy to get Gopi’s semen sample. It is top secret. If word leaks, the mission fails. Enemies will know. Lives will be lost."
I nodded quick, heart pounding. "Yes, sir. I understand."
He leaned forward, voice firm but kind. "But madam, you must promise me one thing. Promise that you will do anything for this mission. Anything at all. No questions. No hesitation. For our country. For the safety of crores."
I felt tears rise again. "Sir, anything?"
"Yes, madam. Anything. Think of the soldiers on borders. Your father stood there. Your husband stands there now. They risk life every day. This is your chance to risk for them. To risk for India. To save our people from invisible enemy. Virus does not care about borders. It can kill us all inside our homes. You hold the power to stop it. Promise me you will do anything."
My mangalsutra felt heavy between my boobs. Pride burned deep. "Sir, I promise. I will do anything. For my country. For my dad. For my husband. For every Indian."
He placed his hand over his heart. "Then you are also part of this mission, madam. You are also Army person now. Soldier in secret war. Your courage will save us."
I wiped my eyes, voice shaking but strong. "Yes, sir. I am ready. I will not let my country down."
He smiled once, small and proud. "Good, madam. Very good. The nation needs women like you."
The bus horn sounded again. Passengers started boarding. I stood up, adjusted my white saree pallu over my boobs, heart full of emotion. My pussy stayed warm inside my maroon colour panties, the patriotic fire mixing with the unknown fear of what "anything" meant. I walked toward the bus steps, Anand behind me, my naive soul now committed to the mission completely.
We walked toward the bus steps together. Anand stopped me sudden with a hand on my arm. "Wait, madam. Come this way first."
He took me behind the bus into the dark bushes at the side of the highway. Gopi stood there peeing, back turned, cock out in his hand, stream hitting the ground loud. Anand whispered quick. "Madam, I will introduce you to Gopi now. I will tell him you are a high class whore from Chennai. I paid you to fuck you in the bus, in the sleeper berth. Threesome. You, me, and him."
Fear gripped my chest hard. My boobs rose fast inside my purple blouse. My nipples poked hard over the blouse. My pussy clenched inside my maroon colour panties. "Sir, no. I cannot. This is too much."
Anand turned me to face him, eyes intense. "Madam, do not get scared. Be brave. You are daughter of an Army man. Wife of an Army man. Your father faced bullets. Your husband faces bullets every day. This is your battle now. Not with gun. With your body. One night. One act. To save crores of lives. To stop the virus. To protect every child, every mother, every soldier. You promised. You swore on your mangalsutra. You swore for Bharat Mata."
Tears filled my eyes. My voice broke. "Sir, but this... this is dirty. My husband... my dad..."
"They will never know, madam. But India will know one day. A secret hero. A brave woman who used her body to save the nation. Your father and husband fight enemies outside. You fight the enemy inside. The virus. The biowar. You are soldier too. Stronger than them tonight. Do this for them. Do this for your sons. Do this for every Indian who sleeps safe tonight because of you."
My heart pounded with emotion. Pride and shame twisted together. I wiped my tears. "Sir, for my country... I will be brave."
He squeezed my shoulder gentle. "Good, madam. You are true daughter of soldier. True wife of soldier. Come. I will introduce you now."
I nodded slow, mangalsutra heavy between my boobs, pussy warm and wet inside my maroon colour panties from fear and the weight of duty. Anand led me forward. Gopi finished peeing, tucked his cock back, turned toward us. My naive heart beat fast, ready to play the part for India.
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