24-01-2026, 03:08 PM
Chapter 46: Maya (Act 5)
Relief washed over Rahim’s face, though his unease was still evident. He gently guided Maya to stand, his hands trembling slightly as he led her to the small water basin area separated by a thin curtain in the storage room. The space was tight, barely enough for the two of them, but it offered some semblance of privacy.
Maya stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the mirror in front of her as she moved closer to the basin. Rahim stood behind her, his breath warm against her neck, his hands hovering hesitantly over her bare breasts. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he assured her softly, his voice thick with tension.
Maya nodded, her eyes squeezing shut as she braced herself. Tears still streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t protest as Rahim’s hands finally settled on her heavy breasts. His touch was tentative at first, fingers grazing the tender flesh before he began to knead carefully, working to relieve the pressure that had plagued her for weeks.
The tight space forced Rahim’s face close to Maya’s neck, his hot breath brushing against her skin as his hands moved rhythmically. Milk began to spurt into the basin, the sound echoing softly in the confined area. Maya’s body trembled under his touch, and despite the initial promise that this wasn’t sexual, she couldn’t deny the growing warmth pooling in her core.
“Does it feel better?” Rahim asked softly, his voice strained as he continued to work her breasts. His hands were firm but careful, his fingers kneading every inch of her heavy tits, occasionally pinching her nipples to encourage the flow.
“Y-yes,” Maya whispered, her voice shaky. She opened her eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror. The sight was undeniably steamy.
Rahim’s face pressed close to her neck, his hands moving with purpose over her breasts, milk spraying into the basin like a high-pressure hose. Her cheeks flushed deeper as she felt the undeniable arousal building within her.
Rahim, too, was struggling to maintain his composure. His cock strained against his shorts, the tight space amplifying every sensation. Maya’s firm ass pressed against his crotch, the friction from her skirt rubbing against him with every movement. He grunted softly, trying to focus on the task at hand but finding it increasingly difficult.
“Rahim-ji…” Maya breathed, her voice trembling. “I… I can feel you… behind me.”
Rahim hesitated, his hands stilling for a moment as he swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I didn’t mean to… it’s just… this is… I can’t help it.”
Maya bit her lip, her body betraying her as she pressed back slightly against him. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I… I don’t mind.”
The admission sent a jolt through Rahim, and he resumed kneading her breasts with renewed intensity. His thumbs circled her areolas, pressing firmly before pinching her nipples gently. Milk continued to spray into the basin, but neither of them could ignore the electricity crackling between them.
“Maya…,” Rahim murmured against her neck, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so beautiful like this… so soft and warm.”
A soft moan escaped Maya’s lips as she leaned back into him, her head resting against his shoulder. “Rahim-ji… this is wrong… but it feels so good.”
He groaned softly, his hands gripping her breasts tighter as he fought the urge to grind against her. “It’s not wrong… I’m just helping you… easing your pain.”
Maya nodded, though she knew neither of them fully believed the words. Her body was alight with sensation, every touch sending waves of pleasure through her. “Your hands… they feel so strong… so good.”
Rahim’s breath hitched at her words, his fingers teasing her nipples harder as milk continued to stream into the basin. “You’re incredible, Maya… so perfect.”
She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered, “Keep going… please.”
The plea shattered what little restraint Rahim had left. His hands moved more urgently now, kneading and massaging as if driven by an unspoken need. His hips pressed against her ass, the friction between them growing more intense.
“Maya,” he growled softly, his voice thick with lust. “I… I can’t stop…”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered back, her voice trembling with longing. “Just… just keep going.”
Their movements became more erratic, the line between relief and desire blurring completely. Rahim’s hands worked her breasts with a fervor that left Maya gasping, while his hardness pressed insistently against her ass. The tight space amplified every sound, her stifled moans, his ragged breaths, the soft splatter of milk hitting the basin.
Maya’s hands gripped the edge of the basin tightly as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes fluttered shut, and for the first time in weeks, the pain was replaced with something far more intoxicating.
Rahim’s lips brushed against her neck again, his voice hoarse as he whispered, “You’re doing so well, Maya… just let it all out.”
She nodded weakly, her body trembling as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release. “Rahim-ji… I’m losing it… I can’t…”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his hands never stopping their relentless motion. “Let go… I’ve got you.”
With a final, shuddering gasp, Maya felt the tension within her snap. Her body went rigid for a moment before collapsing against Rahim, waves of pleasure washing over her as she cried out softly.
Rahim held her tightly, his own body trembling with pent-up desire. He continued to knead her breasts gently, though his movements slowed as the last drops of milk trickled into the basin.
They stood there for a long moment, both breathing heavily as they tried to process what had just happened. The air was thick with the scent of milk and arousal, the silence broken only by their ragged breaths.
Finally, Maya turned slightly in his arms, her tear-streaked face searching his. “Rahim-ji… thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
He nodded, his expression a mix of guilt and something deeper. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said softly. “I just wanted to help.”
She hesitated before reaching up to cup his cheek gently. “You did more than help,” she admitted quietly. “You made me feel… alive.”
Rahim’s breath caught at her words, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of what had just transpired hung heavily between them, but neither seemed willing to let it go.
Finally, Maya lowered her hand and straightened slightly, pulling away from him. “We should… we should clean up,” she said softly, her voice still shaky.
Rahim nodded, stepping back to give her space. “Yes,” he agreed quietly. “I’ll… I’ll leave you to it.”
Relief washed over Rahim’s face, though his unease was still evident. He gently guided Maya to stand, his hands trembling slightly as he led her to the small water basin area separated by a thin curtain in the storage room. The space was tight, barely enough for the two of them, but it offered some semblance of privacy.
Maya stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the mirror in front of her as she moved closer to the basin. Rahim stood behind her, his breath warm against her neck, his hands hovering hesitantly over her bare breasts. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he assured her softly, his voice thick with tension.
Maya nodded, her eyes squeezing shut as she braced herself. Tears still streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t protest as Rahim’s hands finally settled on her heavy breasts. His touch was tentative at first, fingers grazing the tender flesh before he began to knead carefully, working to relieve the pressure that had plagued her for weeks.
The tight space forced Rahim’s face close to Maya’s neck, his hot breath brushing against her skin as his hands moved rhythmically. Milk began to spurt into the basin, the sound echoing softly in the confined area. Maya’s body trembled under his touch, and despite the initial promise that this wasn’t sexual, she couldn’t deny the growing warmth pooling in her core.
“Does it feel better?” Rahim asked softly, his voice strained as he continued to work her breasts. His hands were firm but careful, his fingers kneading every inch of her heavy tits, occasionally pinching her nipples to encourage the flow.
“Y-yes,” Maya whispered, her voice shaky. She opened her eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror. The sight was undeniably steamy.
Rahim’s face pressed close to her neck, his hands moving with purpose over her breasts, milk spraying into the basin like a high-pressure hose. Her cheeks flushed deeper as she felt the undeniable arousal building within her.
Rahim, too, was struggling to maintain his composure. His cock strained against his shorts, the tight space amplifying every sensation. Maya’s firm ass pressed against his crotch, the friction from her skirt rubbing against him with every movement. He grunted softly, trying to focus on the task at hand but finding it increasingly difficult.
“Rahim-ji…” Maya breathed, her voice trembling. “I… I can feel you… behind me.”
Rahim hesitated, his hands stilling for a moment as he swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I didn’t mean to… it’s just… this is… I can’t help it.”
Maya bit her lip, her body betraying her as she pressed back slightly against him. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I… I don’t mind.”
The admission sent a jolt through Rahim, and he resumed kneading her breasts with renewed intensity. His thumbs circled her areolas, pressing firmly before pinching her nipples gently. Milk continued to spray into the basin, but neither of them could ignore the electricity crackling between them.
“Maya…,” Rahim murmured against her neck, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so beautiful like this… so soft and warm.”
A soft moan escaped Maya’s lips as she leaned back into him, her head resting against his shoulder. “Rahim-ji… this is wrong… but it feels so good.”
He groaned softly, his hands gripping her breasts tighter as he fought the urge to grind against her. “It’s not wrong… I’m just helping you… easing your pain.”
Maya nodded, though she knew neither of them fully believed the words. Her body was alight with sensation, every touch sending waves of pleasure through her. “Your hands… they feel so strong… so good.”
Rahim’s breath hitched at her words, his fingers teasing her nipples harder as milk continued to stream into the basin. “You’re incredible, Maya… so perfect.”
She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered, “Keep going… please.”
The plea shattered what little restraint Rahim had left. His hands moved more urgently now, kneading and massaging as if driven by an unspoken need. His hips pressed against her ass, the friction between them growing more intense.
“Maya,” he growled softly, his voice thick with lust. “I… I can’t stop…”
“You don’t have to,” she whispered back, her voice trembling with longing. “Just… just keep going.”
Their movements became more erratic, the line between relief and desire blurring completely. Rahim’s hands worked her breasts with a fervor that left Maya gasping, while his hardness pressed insistently against her ass. The tight space amplified every sound, her stifled moans, his ragged breaths, the soft splatter of milk hitting the basin.
Maya’s hands gripped the edge of the basin tightly as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes fluttered shut, and for the first time in weeks, the pain was replaced with something far more intoxicating.
Rahim’s lips brushed against her neck again, his voice hoarse as he whispered, “You’re doing so well, Maya… just let it all out.”
She nodded weakly, her body trembling as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release. “Rahim-ji… I’m losing it… I can’t…”
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his hands never stopping their relentless motion. “Let go… I’ve got you.”
With a final, shuddering gasp, Maya felt the tension within her snap. Her body went rigid for a moment before collapsing against Rahim, waves of pleasure washing over her as she cried out softly.
Rahim held her tightly, his own body trembling with pent-up desire. He continued to knead her breasts gently, though his movements slowed as the last drops of milk trickled into the basin.
They stood there for a long moment, both breathing heavily as they tried to process what had just happened. The air was thick with the scent of milk and arousal, the silence broken only by their ragged breaths.
Finally, Maya turned slightly in his arms, her tear-streaked face searching his. “Rahim-ji… thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
He nodded, his expression a mix of guilt and something deeper. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said softly. “I just wanted to help.”
She hesitated before reaching up to cup his cheek gently. “You did more than help,” she admitted quietly. “You made me feel… alive.”
Rahim’s breath caught at her words, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of what had just transpired hung heavily between them, but neither seemed willing to let it go.
Finally, Maya lowered her hand and straightened slightly, pulling away from him. “We should… we should clean up,” she said softly, her voice still shaky.
Rahim nodded, stepping back to give her space. “Yes,” he agreed quietly. “I’ll… I’ll leave you to it.”
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