27-01-2026, 02:35 AM
His cock pulsed hard, shooting thick hot cum deep into my pussy, filling me completely, leaking out around his cock as my pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around him, waves of orgasm crashing through me against my will. My pussy milked his cock, pussy walls contracting over and over, clit throbbing painfully, wetness squirting slightly onto his balls, ass cheeks quivering in his grip, boobs heaving, mangalsutra slapping between them. Shame flooded me as my body betrayed me fully, cumming hard on a stranger’s cock, tears mixing with the unwanted pleasure, loyalty to my husband shattering in the living room while Govindan showered upstairs.
The driver stayed buried inside my pussy, cock softening slowly, cum leaking down my asshole, breathing heavy against my neck. “Fuck... Meena... your pussy is amazing... so tight... you came so hard... sir will love this.”
I lay beneath him, sobbing quietly, pussy still pulsing around his cock, boobs aching, body spent and trembling, emotional fool heart broken but clinging to the hope that this violation would somehow lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. The spacious living room felt colder now, silent except for my shaky breaths and the driver’s satisfied sigh, waiting for Govindan to return.
The driver pulled his cock out of my pussy slowly, cum leaking from my pussy lips down my thighs and onto the sofa. He got up, breathing heavy, cock still hard and glistening with my wetness and his cum. He bent down, picked up my white bra from the floor, then my maroon panties where they had been tossed aside. He held them out to me in one hand.
He grabbed my arm gently, helping me stand from the sofa. My legs shook, thighs sticky with cum, pussy sore and throbbing from the fucking. He guided me toward the bathroom door in the living room corner, supporting my waist as I walked unsteadily, naked except for the mangalsutra dangling between my boobs.
He spoke softly. “Meena, freshen up for sir. He wants you clean and ready when he comes back.”
I took the white bra and maroon panties from his hand, hating myself for what I had done, for letting him fuck my pussy, for cumming on his cock against my will. My boobs ached from his sucking, nipples swollen and sensitive, pussy still leaking cum, ass cheeks stinging from earlier slaps. Without saying a word, I collected the white bra and maroon panties in my arms, covering my boobs and pussy as best I could, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door from the inside with a soft click.
I locked it, leaned against the door, tears falling again. My pussy still pulsed with aftershocks, pussy lips swollen and sore, boobs heavy and red from his mouth. I hated myself, hated the betrayal, hated how my body had reacted, cumming hard while my heart screamed for my husband. I turned on the shower, hot water pouring down, standing under it naked, letting it wash away the cum from my pussy and thighs, soaping my boobs, navel, ass cheeks, trying to scrub away the shame, but the guilt stayed, heavy and raw.
Outside, the driver waited, the guest house quiet except for the running water, Govindan still showering upstairs, my emotional fool heart shattered but still clinging to the hope that this violation would lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. I showered longer than needed, dreading what came next when Govindan returned to claim me.
I stood under the hot shower, water cascading over my naked body, washing away the cum from my pussy lips and thighs, soap suds sliding down my boobs and navel. My pussy still throbbed sore from the fucking, pussy lips swollen, clit sensitive. I hated myself for what I had done, for letting the driver fuck my pussy, for cumming on his cock against my will, for betraying my husband even if it was to save him. Tears mixed with the water, guilt heavy in my chest.
I turned off the shower, stepped out dripping, picked up the towel, and dried myself slowly. I patted my boobs, circling the towel over each mound, drying the water droplets that clung to my nipples, making them harden again from the rough texture. I dried my navel, letting the towel glide down my belly, then spread my thighs slightly to dry between them, the towel rubbing gently over my shaved pussy lips and clit, sending a small shiver through my body. I turned, bent forward a little, and dried my ass cheeks, sliding the towel between them to pat my shaved asshole clean and dry.
I wrapped the towel loosely around my boobs, ends barely meeting at my back, nipples poking against the towel fabric, and stepped out of the bathroom into the living room.
The driver waited there, holding my white bra and maroon panties in his hand. He walked to me, took my hand gently like I was his lover, and led me upstairs to Govindan’s room. I followed silently, boobs swaying under the towel, ass cheeks jiggling with each step, mangalsutra swinging between my boobs.
He opened the bedroom door and sent me inside, still only in my white bra and maroon panties now (I had put them back on after drying). Govindan stood there, fresh from his shower, towel around his waist, cock already half-hard under the towel.
Govindan came straight to me, eyes roaming my boobs under the white bra and my exposed navel. He asked the driver. “Kumar, how was she?”
The driver grinned, voice thick with satisfaction. “Sir, the best pussy ever. So tight, so wet, so smooth after shaving. Her pussy lips hugged my cock perfectly, clit swollen and throbbing, pussy walls milking me when she came. Nothing compared to all the pussies of the heroines we both have fucked. Those actresses are loose, but Meena’s pussy is fresh, tight like a virgin, gripping my cock so hard I almost came too soon. Best fuck of my life, sir.”
Govindan laughed low, eyes still on my boobs and navel. “Good. Now she is all mine again.”
I stood trembling in white bra and maroon panties, pussy still sore under the maroon panties, boobs heaving under the white bra, emotional fool heart heavy with guilt and fear, waiting for whatever Govindan would do next to punish me or enjoy me, clinging to the hope that this would lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. The bedroom door closed behind us, the spacious room quiet except for my shaky breaths and the men’s low chuckles.
Govindan nodded, eyes on my naked body. “Did she cooperate well, Kumar?”
The driver shook his head. “No, sir. She begged me to stop, said she is a mother, said she loves her husband. But I did not care. I only wanted to enjoy her pussy even if she wanted or not. She cried the whole time, but her pussy was wet and tight. She came hard on my cock anyway.”
Govindan grabbed my waist from behind with both hands, turning me around to face him. My boobs bounced slightly from the motion, nipples erect and dark, mangalsutra swinging between them. He looked down at me, voice low. “Will you cooperate now, Meena? Or do I need to punish you more?”
I nodded yes quickly, tears in my eyes, voice trembling. “Yes, sir... I will cooperate...”
He held my hand, fingers wrapping around mine, and took me to his bed. The bed was large, white sheets crisp, pillows stacked high. He stopped at the edge, released my hand, and said. “Remove your white bra and maroon panties. Face your ass to me and remove your maroon panties slowly. I want to see.”
He got naked quickly, pulling off his towel, his thick cock already hard again, veined and ready, balls hanging heavy. He stood watching me.
I began removing my white bra first. I reached behind my back, fingers finding the bra hooks, unhooked them one by one with shaky hands: first hook, second hook, third hook, the white bra loosening around my boobs. I slid the straps down my shoulders slowly, letting the cups fall away from my boobs, the white bra dropping to the floor. My boobs bounced free again, heavy and round, nipples erect and sensitive from earlier sucking, mangalsutra now resting directly on my chest between my boobs.
I turned my back to him, facing my ass toward him as he asked. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my maroon panties at my hips, pulled them down slowly over my hips, the maroon panties sliding down my ass cheeks, revealing my round ass cheeks inch by inch. I bent forward slightly to lower them further, ass cheeks spreading a little as the maroon panties peeled away from my shaved asshole and pussy lips. I pulled them down my thighs, past my knees, to my ankles, stepped out of them one foot at a time, leaving me completely naked. My shaved pussy was fully exposed from behind, pussy lips smooth and pink, clit slightly swollen, asshole tight and clean between my ass cheeks.
I stood naked before him, boobs heaving, pussy throbbing with fear and shame, mangalsutra dangling between my boobs, emotional fool heart racing, ready for whatever Govindan would do next to punish me or enjoy me, clinging to the hope that this would lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. The bedroom door was closed, the spacious room quiet except for my shaky breaths and Govindan’s low chuckle as he stepped closer.
Govindan made me sit on the edge of the bed, the white sheets cool against my naked thighs. He knelt down in front of me, hands on my knees, spreading my legs wide apart. He pushed me back gently until I lay down facing the ceiling fan, my boobs spreading to the sides, nipples erect and pointing upward, mangalsutra resting between them on my chest. My shaved pussy was fully exposed, pussy lips smooth and pink, clit slightly swollen from earlier tension, asshole tight between my ass cheeks.
He lowered his head between my thighs, mouth hovering over my pussy. He started by kissing the inner sides of my thighs slowly, tongue tracing lines up toward my pussy lips, breath hot against my skin. He spread my pussy lips with his thumbs, opening me wide, then licked my clit in slow circles, tongue flat and firm, flicking the swollen clit tip repeatedly. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm...” Moans escaped my mouth, low and unwilling, my clit throbbing under his tongue, pleasure shooting through me.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, lips sealing around it, tongue swirling fast, pulling the clit gently with suction. “Ooooohhh... ahhhh... mmmmm...” My moans grew louder, body arching slightly, pussy leaking wetness onto his chin. At the same time he slid two fingers into my pussy, curling them upward to rub my inner wall, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside. “Aaaahhh... ohhhh... mmmmmm...” My pussy walls clenched around his fingers, clit pulsing in his mouth, the combined sucking and fingering sending waves of intense pleasure through my body.
He added a third finger to my pussy, stretching me wider, thrusting them in and out while his tongue lapped my clit relentlessly, circling, flicking, sucking hard then soft. “Mmmmmmm... aaaahhh... ohhhh... mmmmmm...” Moans poured from my lips, hips lifting off the bed, boobs heaving, nipples hardening further, ass cheeks clenching as my thighs trembled around his head. My pussy gushed wetness, coating his fingers and chin, clit swelling bigger under his tongue, the pressure building fast low in my belly.
My body loved it against my will: pussy spasmed around his fingers, clit throbbing painfully, wetness dripping down my asshole onto the sheets, boobs bouncing with each gasp, nipples aching, hips grinding against his mouth and hand despite my tears. The pleasure intensified: pussy walls fluttering wildly, clit on the brink of exploding, pressure coiling tighter and tighter, moans escaping louder and deeper. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmmm... ohhhh... mmmmmm...” My thighs shook, ass cheeks quivering, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra swinging between them.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
He kept sucking my clit hard, fingers curling faster inside my pussy, taking me right to the edge, body shaking, boobs heaving, pussy clenching desperately, pleasure unbearable, tears mixing with the heat, but he slowed just enough to hold me there, not letting me cum yet, keeping me teetering on the brink of orgasm, moans spilling from my mouth, body reacting with slick heat and pulsing need even as my mind screamed for my husband. “Aaaahhh... mmmmm... ohhhh... please...” My hips bucked slightly, pussy spasming, clit throbbing, on the very edge, waiting for release that he controlled.
Govindan kept his three fingers buried deep inside my pussy, thrusting them faster now, curling the tips upward to grind hard against my G-spot with every stroke. He knelt closer toward my right side, body leaning over me, left hand squeezing my left boob firmly, pinching my erect nipple between thumb and finger, twisting slightly. He switched to my right boob, squeezing the heavy mound, rolling the nipple hard, making my boobs bounce and ache under his rough grip.
His fingers pounded my pussy relentlessly, three thick digits stretching my pussy walls wide, the rough pads pressing and rubbing my G-spot in fast, firm circles. My pussy clenched around his fingers, pussy walls spasming wildly, wetness gushing out to soak his hand and drip down my asshole onto the sheets. My clit throbbed painfully, swollen and begging, every deep thrust sending electric jolts through my core, pleasure coiling so tight in my belly it hurt. My boobs heaved under his squeezing hand, nipples throbbing from the pinching, the pain-pleasure shooting straight to my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh... sir...” Moans spilled from my mouth, louder and broken, body arching off the bed, hips bucking up to meet his fingers, ass cheeks clenching tight. My thighs trembled violently around his wrist, pussy fluttering and spasming around his thrusting fingers, wetness squirting with each hard curl. The pleasure built to a breaking point: pussy walls gripping his fingers like a fist, clit pulsing on the verge of explosion, pressure in my belly unbearable, boobs bouncing wildly, nipples aching in his pinching grip, mangalsutra slapping between my boobs.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
My pussy spasmed harder around his fingers, pussy walls contracting in powerful waves, clit exploding under the relentless rubbing, wetness flooding out in a gush, hips bucking up hard off the bed, boobs bouncing frantically under his squeezing hand. The orgasm crashed over me, intense and unstoppable, body shaking violently, moans tearing from my throat.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his fingers.
My pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers in rhythmic spasms, pussy walls milking him hard, clit throbbing wildly, waves of pleasure ripping through me, wetness squirting onto his hand and the sheets, ass cheeks quivering, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving, nipples throbbing in his grip. The climax lasted long, body convulsing, moans spilling endlessly, “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” emotional fool body surrendering completely to the intense, unwilling orgasm while my heart broke for my husband.
Govindan kept fingering my pussy through the waves, slowing only as my spasms faded, fingers coated in my cum, pussy still twitching around him. He pulled his fingers out slowly, cum dripping from them, licked them clean with a low groan. “Good girl... you came so hard. Your pussy is perfect. Now you are ready for my cock.”
I lay there panting, pussy still pulsing, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra sticky with sweat between my boobs, tears on my cheeks, body spent from the hard orgasm, emotional fool heart shattered but clinging to the promise that this violation would save my husband from the cop encounter. The bedroom was silent except for my shaky breaths and Govindan’s satisfied chuckle as he positioned himself between my thighs.
Govindan climbed over me on the bed, body heavy and warm, positioning himself in a 69 with him on top. His thick cock hovered near my cheek, hard and veined, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the musky scent filling my nose. He lowered his head between my thighs, spreading my legs wider with his shoulders, mouth directly over my shaved pussy. He licked my pussy lips slowly from bottom to top, tongue flat and broad, tasting my wetness. “Mmm... so sweet, Meena... your pussy tastes like honey...” He parted my pussy lips with his thumbs, tongue diving in to lap at my inner walls, then flicking my clit fast and light.
The feeling was electric: his tongue on my pussy, swirling around my clit, sucking it gently into his mouth, the wet heat making my clit throb harder, pussy leaking more wetness onto his tongue. At the same time his cock brushed my cheek, hot and heavy, the salty pre-cum smearing on my skin. My body reacted against my will: pussy clenching, clit pulsing under his tongue, pleasure building fast, boobs heaving, nipples aching, hips lifting slightly to press my pussy closer to his mouth.
He shifted lower, tongue tracing down to my asshole, licking the tight ring in slow circles, pushing the tip inside slightly, tasting me there while his fingers rubbed my clit. The dual sensation overwhelmed me: tongue probing my asshole, warm and wet, fingers circling my clit, pleasure spiking through my core, pussy dripping onto the sheets, ass cheeks clenching around his tongue. My mouth opened in a moan, and his cock head slipped past my lips. The taste hit me: salty pre-cum, musky skin, thick and warm on my tongue. I began sucking his cock unwillingly, lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling the tip, taking more of his cock into my mouth as my body surrendered to the pleasure from his tongue on my asshole and fingers on my clit.
The feeling of sucking cock while getting my pussy and asshole tasted was intense: his cock filling my mouth, stretching my lips, the salty taste coating my tongue, pre-cum leaking down my throat as I sucked deeper, boobs bouncing with each bob of my head. Below, his tongue lapped my asshole, pushing inside, fingers rubbing my clit fast, pussy clenching empty but dripping, pleasure building in waves from both ends. My clit throbbed under his fingers, asshole pulsing around his tongue, mouth full of his cock, moans muffled around the thick shaft, pussy aching for more, body reacting with heat and wetness, hips grinding against his face, boobs jiggling, mangalsutra slapping between them.
“Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... mmmmmm...” Moans vibrated around his cock as I sucked harder, tongue swirling the head, lips sliding up and down his cock, body betraying me with every lick and thrust, pleasure coiling tight, pussy and asshole throbbing under his mouth, clit on the edge, moans escaping louder around his cock, emotional fool body loving the filthy sensations against my will, heart aching for my husband but lost in the overwhelming pleasure taking me closer to the brink.
Govindan kept his thick cock deep in my mouth, thrusting slowly while his tongue lapped my pussy lips and clit. He pulled his cock back slightly, letting me breathe around the head, then spoke low. “Do not suck my cock too much, Meena. I might cum in your mouth. I want to cum deep inside your pussy.”
I looked up at him, eyes wet, boobs heaving under him, mangalsutra dangling between my boobs. “Sure, sir... I will be careful...” But a naughty impulse took over, shame and arousal mixing. With him on top, I tilted my head slightly upward and to the right, tongue darting out to lick his asshole, circling the tight ring slowly, tasting the musky saltiness. He groaned deep, cock twitching in my mouth.
“Fuck... yes... I love that, Meena... keep kissing my asshole... do not worry, I will save your husband at least for this asshole kiss...”
I began to please him more, holding his ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them gently, tongue pressing flat against his asshole, licking in slow circles, then pushing the tip inside slightly. At the same time he buried his face deeper between my thighs, tongue plunging into my asshole, rimming the tight ring, then sliding lower to suck my clit hard. His fingers spread my ass cheeks wider, tongue probing my asshole deep, tasting me there while his thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles.
The feeling was filthy and intense: his tongue inside my asshole, warm and wet, stretching the tight ring, fingers rubbing my clit, pleasure spiking through my core, pussy dripping onto his chin. My pussy clenched empty, clit throbbing under his thumb, asshole pulsing around his tongue, body reacting with heat and wetness, boobs bouncing slightly with my gasps, mangalsutra swinging between them. My mouth full of his cock, moans muffled around the thick cock, pussy aching for more, body betraying me with every lick and thrust, pleasure building fast from both ends.
“Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... mmmmmm...” Moans vibrated around his cock as I sucked deeper, tongue swirling the head, lips sliding up and down his cock, while my tongue also licked his asshole in circles, body grinding against his mouth, pussy aching, asshole throbbing, pleasure coiling tight, emotional fool body loving the filthy sensations against my will, heart aching for my husband but lost in the overwhelming pleasure taking me closer to the brink.
Govindan groaned louder, cock swelling in my mouth. “Fuck... your tongue in my asshole... keep going, Meena... I am close... but I want to cum in your pussy...” He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, pre-cum stringing from my lips to the tip. He flipped positions quickly, moving down between my thighs, spreading my legs wider, mouth latching onto my clit again, sucking hard while two fingers thrust deep into my pussy, curling against my G-spot fast and rough.
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” Moans tore from my throat, hips bucking up to meet his mouth and fingers, pussy spasming around his digits, clit throbbing under his sucking lips. My boobs bounced with each gasp, nipples aching, ass cheeks clenching, mangalsutra slapping between my boobs. Pleasure built to a breaking point: pussy walls fluttering wildly, clit pulsing on the verge of explosion, wetness flooding his mouth, pressure in my belly unbearable, hips grinding hard against his face, moans spilling louder and deeper.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
My pussy spasmed harder around his fingers, pussy walls contracting in powerful waves, clit exploding under his tongue, wetness squirting onto his chin and the sheets, hips bucking up hard off the bed, boobs bouncing frantically, nipples throbbing. The orgasm crashed over me, intense and unstoppable, body shaking violently, moans tearing from my throat.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his fingers and tongue.
My pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers in rhythmic spasms, pussy walls milking him hard, clit throbbing wildly, waves of pleasure ripping through me, wetness squirting in small bursts, ass cheeks quivering, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving, nipples aching. The climax lasted long, body convulsing, moans spilling endlessly, “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” emotional fool body surrendering completely to the intense orgasm while my heart broke for my husband.
Govindan kept licking and fingering my pussy through the waves, slowing only as my spasms faded, fingers coated in my cum, pussy still twitching around him. He pulled his fingers out slowly, licked them clean with a low groan. “Good girl... you came so hard. Your pussy is perfect. Now you are ready for my cock.”
I lay there panting, pussy still pulsing, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra sticky with sweat between my boobs, tears on my cheeks, body spent from the hard orgasm, emotional fool heart shattered but clinging to the promise that this violation would save my husband from the cop encounter. The bedroom door was closed, the spacious room quiet except for my shaky breaths and Govindan’s satisfied chuckle as he positioned himself between my thighs.
Govindan kissed my pussy lips softly at first, lips brushing the smooth shaved outer lips, then pressing firmer, sucking gently on each pussy lip one by one. He parted my pussy lips with his thumbs, tongue sliding along the inner edges, tasting my wetness. “Your pussy is ready for my cock, Meena. So wet, so swollen... perfect for me.” His tongue flicked my clit lightly, then sucked it into his mouth, lips sealing around the swollen clit, pulling it gently.
He turned around, positioning himself on top of me, spreading my legs wide with his knees. His thick cock head nudged my pussy lips, parting them slowly. He pushed forward, inserting his cock inside my pussy inch by inch. The feeling was overwhelming: his cock stretching my pussy walls wide, the thick head opening me up, hot and hard, every vein rubbing my inner walls as he slid deeper, filling me completely. My pussy clenched around his cock, pussy lips hugging the base, clit throbbing from the pressure, a new fullness that made my pussy leak more wetness, pleasure blooming deep inside, pushing away thoughts of my husband, replacing them with the raw sensation of being taken, stretched, claimed. It felt different—thicker, hotter, deeper than anything before, my pussy adjusting to his girth, inner walls fluttering around his cock, pleasure spiking with every inch.
He looked down at me, cock buried fully inside my pussy, balls resting against my asshole. “How does my cock feel inside your pussy, Meena? Tell me.”
I gasped, voice shaky. “Sir... your cock is so thick... stretching my pussy walls wide... the head pushing so deep... rubbing every spot inside me... it feels so full... so hot...”
He interlocked his fingers with mine, both hands pressing over my head on the pillow, pinning my arms down. His cock began fucking my pussy with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost out before sliding back in fully, balls slapping my asshole gently. “You like my cock in your pussy, Meena? Forget your husband for now. Feel how good this is.”
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... yes, sir... it feels so good...” Soft moans escaped my mouth, body arching up to meet his thrusts, pussy clenching around his cock, clit rubbing against his pelvis with every push, pleasure building fast, boobs bouncing under him, nipples aching, mangalsutra swinging between my boobs. My pussy walls gripped his cock tighter, wetness coating him, hips lifting to take him deeper, moans spilling softly. “Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... ohhhh...”
The new feeling consumed me: his cock filling my pussy completely, stretching and rubbing every sensitive spot, pleasure flooding my body, pushing thoughts of my husband aside, replacing them with the intense, raw sensation of being fucked deep and slow, pussy loving every thrust, clit throbbing, body surrendering to the pleasure against my will, soft moans growing louder as he fucked me steadily, hands interlocked over my head, owning me completely in that moment.
The driver stayed buried inside my pussy, cock softening slowly, cum leaking down my asshole, breathing heavy against my neck. “Fuck... Meena... your pussy is amazing... so tight... you came so hard... sir will love this.”
I lay beneath him, sobbing quietly, pussy still pulsing around his cock, boobs aching, body spent and trembling, emotional fool heart broken but clinging to the hope that this violation would somehow lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. The spacious living room felt colder now, silent except for my shaky breaths and the driver’s satisfied sigh, waiting for Govindan to return.
The driver pulled his cock out of my pussy slowly, cum leaking from my pussy lips down my thighs and onto the sofa. He got up, breathing heavy, cock still hard and glistening with my wetness and his cum. He bent down, picked up my white bra from the floor, then my maroon panties where they had been tossed aside. He held them out to me in one hand.
He grabbed my arm gently, helping me stand from the sofa. My legs shook, thighs sticky with cum, pussy sore and throbbing from the fucking. He guided me toward the bathroom door in the living room corner, supporting my waist as I walked unsteadily, naked except for the mangalsutra dangling between my boobs.
He spoke softly. “Meena, freshen up for sir. He wants you clean and ready when he comes back.”
I took the white bra and maroon panties from his hand, hating myself for what I had done, for letting him fuck my pussy, for cumming on his cock against my will. My boobs ached from his sucking, nipples swollen and sensitive, pussy still leaking cum, ass cheeks stinging from earlier slaps. Without saying a word, I collected the white bra and maroon panties in my arms, covering my boobs and pussy as best I could, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door from the inside with a soft click.
I locked it, leaned against the door, tears falling again. My pussy still pulsed with aftershocks, pussy lips swollen and sore, boobs heavy and red from his mouth. I hated myself, hated the betrayal, hated how my body had reacted, cumming hard while my heart screamed for my husband. I turned on the shower, hot water pouring down, standing under it naked, letting it wash away the cum from my pussy and thighs, soaping my boobs, navel, ass cheeks, trying to scrub away the shame, but the guilt stayed, heavy and raw.
Outside, the driver waited, the guest house quiet except for the running water, Govindan still showering upstairs, my emotional fool heart shattered but still clinging to the hope that this violation would lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. I showered longer than needed, dreading what came next when Govindan returned to claim me.
I stood under the hot shower, water cascading over my naked body, washing away the cum from my pussy lips and thighs, soap suds sliding down my boobs and navel. My pussy still throbbed sore from the fucking, pussy lips swollen, clit sensitive. I hated myself for what I had done, for letting the driver fuck my pussy, for cumming on his cock against my will, for betraying my husband even if it was to save him. Tears mixed with the water, guilt heavy in my chest.
I turned off the shower, stepped out dripping, picked up the towel, and dried myself slowly. I patted my boobs, circling the towel over each mound, drying the water droplets that clung to my nipples, making them harden again from the rough texture. I dried my navel, letting the towel glide down my belly, then spread my thighs slightly to dry between them, the towel rubbing gently over my shaved pussy lips and clit, sending a small shiver through my body. I turned, bent forward a little, and dried my ass cheeks, sliding the towel between them to pat my shaved asshole clean and dry.
I wrapped the towel loosely around my boobs, ends barely meeting at my back, nipples poking against the towel fabric, and stepped out of the bathroom into the living room.
The driver waited there, holding my white bra and maroon panties in his hand. He walked to me, took my hand gently like I was his lover, and led me upstairs to Govindan’s room. I followed silently, boobs swaying under the towel, ass cheeks jiggling with each step, mangalsutra swinging between my boobs.
He opened the bedroom door and sent me inside, still only in my white bra and maroon panties now (I had put them back on after drying). Govindan stood there, fresh from his shower, towel around his waist, cock already half-hard under the towel.
Govindan came straight to me, eyes roaming my boobs under the white bra and my exposed navel. He asked the driver. “Kumar, how was she?”
The driver grinned, voice thick with satisfaction. “Sir, the best pussy ever. So tight, so wet, so smooth after shaving. Her pussy lips hugged my cock perfectly, clit swollen and throbbing, pussy walls milking me when she came. Nothing compared to all the pussies of the heroines we both have fucked. Those actresses are loose, but Meena’s pussy is fresh, tight like a virgin, gripping my cock so hard I almost came too soon. Best fuck of my life, sir.”
Govindan laughed low, eyes still on my boobs and navel. “Good. Now she is all mine again.”
I stood trembling in white bra and maroon panties, pussy still sore under the maroon panties, boobs heaving under the white bra, emotional fool heart heavy with guilt and fear, waiting for whatever Govindan would do next to punish me or enjoy me, clinging to the hope that this would lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. The bedroom door closed behind us, the spacious room quiet except for my shaky breaths and the men’s low chuckles.
Govindan nodded, eyes on my naked body. “Did she cooperate well, Kumar?”
The driver shook his head. “No, sir. She begged me to stop, said she is a mother, said she loves her husband. But I did not care. I only wanted to enjoy her pussy even if she wanted or not. She cried the whole time, but her pussy was wet and tight. She came hard on my cock anyway.”
Govindan grabbed my waist from behind with both hands, turning me around to face him. My boobs bounced slightly from the motion, nipples erect and dark, mangalsutra swinging between them. He looked down at me, voice low. “Will you cooperate now, Meena? Or do I need to punish you more?”
I nodded yes quickly, tears in my eyes, voice trembling. “Yes, sir... I will cooperate...”
He held my hand, fingers wrapping around mine, and took me to his bed. The bed was large, white sheets crisp, pillows stacked high. He stopped at the edge, released my hand, and said. “Remove your white bra and maroon panties. Face your ass to me and remove your maroon panties slowly. I want to see.”
He got naked quickly, pulling off his towel, his thick cock already hard again, veined and ready, balls hanging heavy. He stood watching me.
I began removing my white bra first. I reached behind my back, fingers finding the bra hooks, unhooked them one by one with shaky hands: first hook, second hook, third hook, the white bra loosening around my boobs. I slid the straps down my shoulders slowly, letting the cups fall away from my boobs, the white bra dropping to the floor. My boobs bounced free again, heavy and round, nipples erect and sensitive from earlier sucking, mangalsutra now resting directly on my chest between my boobs.
I turned my back to him, facing my ass toward him as he asked. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my maroon panties at my hips, pulled them down slowly over my hips, the maroon panties sliding down my ass cheeks, revealing my round ass cheeks inch by inch. I bent forward slightly to lower them further, ass cheeks spreading a little as the maroon panties peeled away from my shaved asshole and pussy lips. I pulled them down my thighs, past my knees, to my ankles, stepped out of them one foot at a time, leaving me completely naked. My shaved pussy was fully exposed from behind, pussy lips smooth and pink, clit slightly swollen, asshole tight and clean between my ass cheeks.
I stood naked before him, boobs heaving, pussy throbbing with fear and shame, mangalsutra dangling between my boobs, emotional fool heart racing, ready for whatever Govindan would do next to punish me or enjoy me, clinging to the hope that this would lead to my husband being saved from the cop encounter. The bedroom door was closed, the spacious room quiet except for my shaky breaths and Govindan’s low chuckle as he stepped closer.
Govindan made me sit on the edge of the bed, the white sheets cool against my naked thighs. He knelt down in front of me, hands on my knees, spreading my legs wide apart. He pushed me back gently until I lay down facing the ceiling fan, my boobs spreading to the sides, nipples erect and pointing upward, mangalsutra resting between them on my chest. My shaved pussy was fully exposed, pussy lips smooth and pink, clit slightly swollen from earlier tension, asshole tight between my ass cheeks.
He lowered his head between my thighs, mouth hovering over my pussy. He started by kissing the inner sides of my thighs slowly, tongue tracing lines up toward my pussy lips, breath hot against my skin. He spread my pussy lips with his thumbs, opening me wide, then licked my clit in slow circles, tongue flat and firm, flicking the swollen clit tip repeatedly. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm...” Moans escaped my mouth, low and unwilling, my clit throbbing under his tongue, pleasure shooting through me.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, lips sealing around it, tongue swirling fast, pulling the clit gently with suction. “Ooooohhh... ahhhh... mmmmm...” My moans grew louder, body arching slightly, pussy leaking wetness onto his chin. At the same time he slid two fingers into my pussy, curling them upward to rub my inner wall, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside. “Aaaahhh... ohhhh... mmmmmm...” My pussy walls clenched around his fingers, clit pulsing in his mouth, the combined sucking and fingering sending waves of intense pleasure through my body.
He added a third finger to my pussy, stretching me wider, thrusting them in and out while his tongue lapped my clit relentlessly, circling, flicking, sucking hard then soft. “Mmmmmmm... aaaahhh... ohhhh... mmmmmm...” Moans poured from my lips, hips lifting off the bed, boobs heaving, nipples hardening further, ass cheeks clenching as my thighs trembled around his head. My pussy gushed wetness, coating his fingers and chin, clit swelling bigger under his tongue, the pressure building fast low in my belly.
My body loved it against my will: pussy spasmed around his fingers, clit throbbing painfully, wetness dripping down my asshole onto the sheets, boobs bouncing with each gasp, nipples aching, hips grinding against his mouth and hand despite my tears. The pleasure intensified: pussy walls fluttering wildly, clit on the brink of exploding, pressure coiling tighter and tighter, moans escaping louder and deeper. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmmm... ohhhh... mmmmmm...” My thighs shook, ass cheeks quivering, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra swinging between them.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
He kept sucking my clit hard, fingers curling faster inside my pussy, taking me right to the edge, body shaking, boobs heaving, pussy clenching desperately, pleasure unbearable, tears mixing with the heat, but he slowed just enough to hold me there, not letting me cum yet, keeping me teetering on the brink of orgasm, moans spilling from my mouth, body reacting with slick heat and pulsing need even as my mind screamed for my husband. “Aaaahhh... mmmmm... ohhhh... please...” My hips bucked slightly, pussy spasming, clit throbbing, on the very edge, waiting for release that he controlled.
Govindan kept his three fingers buried deep inside my pussy, thrusting them faster now, curling the tips upward to grind hard against my G-spot with every stroke. He knelt closer toward my right side, body leaning over me, left hand squeezing my left boob firmly, pinching my erect nipple between thumb and finger, twisting slightly. He switched to my right boob, squeezing the heavy mound, rolling the nipple hard, making my boobs bounce and ache under his rough grip.
His fingers pounded my pussy relentlessly, three thick digits stretching my pussy walls wide, the rough pads pressing and rubbing my G-spot in fast, firm circles. My pussy clenched around his fingers, pussy walls spasming wildly, wetness gushing out to soak his hand and drip down my asshole onto the sheets. My clit throbbed painfully, swollen and begging, every deep thrust sending electric jolts through my core, pleasure coiling so tight in my belly it hurt. My boobs heaved under his squeezing hand, nipples throbbing from the pinching, the pain-pleasure shooting straight to my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh... sir...” Moans spilled from my mouth, louder and broken, body arching off the bed, hips bucking up to meet his fingers, ass cheeks clenching tight. My thighs trembled violently around his wrist, pussy fluttering and spasming around his thrusting fingers, wetness squirting with each hard curl. The pleasure built to a breaking point: pussy walls gripping his fingers like a fist, clit pulsing on the verge of explosion, pressure in my belly unbearable, boobs bouncing wildly, nipples aching in his pinching grip, mangalsutra slapping between my boobs.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
My pussy spasmed harder around his fingers, pussy walls contracting in powerful waves, clit exploding under the relentless rubbing, wetness flooding out in a gush, hips bucking up hard off the bed, boobs bouncing frantically under his squeezing hand. The orgasm crashed over me, intense and unstoppable, body shaking violently, moans tearing from my throat.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his fingers.
My pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers in rhythmic spasms, pussy walls milking him hard, clit throbbing wildly, waves of pleasure ripping through me, wetness squirting onto his hand and the sheets, ass cheeks quivering, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving, nipples throbbing in his grip. The climax lasted long, body convulsing, moans spilling endlessly, “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” emotional fool body surrendering completely to the intense, unwilling orgasm while my heart broke for my husband.
Govindan kept fingering my pussy through the waves, slowing only as my spasms faded, fingers coated in my cum, pussy still twitching around him. He pulled his fingers out slowly, cum dripping from them, licked them clean with a low groan. “Good girl... you came so hard. Your pussy is perfect. Now you are ready for my cock.”
I lay there panting, pussy still pulsing, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra sticky with sweat between my boobs, tears on my cheeks, body spent from the hard orgasm, emotional fool heart shattered but clinging to the promise that this violation would save my husband from the cop encounter. The bedroom was silent except for my shaky breaths and Govindan’s satisfied chuckle as he positioned himself between my thighs.
Govindan climbed over me on the bed, body heavy and warm, positioning himself in a 69 with him on top. His thick cock hovered near my cheek, hard and veined, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the musky scent filling my nose. He lowered his head between my thighs, spreading my legs wider with his shoulders, mouth directly over my shaved pussy. He licked my pussy lips slowly from bottom to top, tongue flat and broad, tasting my wetness. “Mmm... so sweet, Meena... your pussy tastes like honey...” He parted my pussy lips with his thumbs, tongue diving in to lap at my inner walls, then flicking my clit fast and light.
The feeling was electric: his tongue on my pussy, swirling around my clit, sucking it gently into his mouth, the wet heat making my clit throb harder, pussy leaking more wetness onto his tongue. At the same time his cock brushed my cheek, hot and heavy, the salty pre-cum smearing on my skin. My body reacted against my will: pussy clenching, clit pulsing under his tongue, pleasure building fast, boobs heaving, nipples aching, hips lifting slightly to press my pussy closer to his mouth.
He shifted lower, tongue tracing down to my asshole, licking the tight ring in slow circles, pushing the tip inside slightly, tasting me there while his fingers rubbed my clit. The dual sensation overwhelmed me: tongue probing my asshole, warm and wet, fingers circling my clit, pleasure spiking through my core, pussy dripping onto the sheets, ass cheeks clenching around his tongue. My mouth opened in a moan, and his cock head slipped past my lips. The taste hit me: salty pre-cum, musky skin, thick and warm on my tongue. I began sucking his cock unwillingly, lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling the tip, taking more of his cock into my mouth as my body surrendered to the pleasure from his tongue on my asshole and fingers on my clit.
The feeling of sucking cock while getting my pussy and asshole tasted was intense: his cock filling my mouth, stretching my lips, the salty taste coating my tongue, pre-cum leaking down my throat as I sucked deeper, boobs bouncing with each bob of my head. Below, his tongue lapped my asshole, pushing inside, fingers rubbing my clit fast, pussy clenching empty but dripping, pleasure building in waves from both ends. My clit throbbed under his fingers, asshole pulsing around his tongue, mouth full of his cock, moans muffled around the thick shaft, pussy aching for more, body reacting with heat and wetness, hips grinding against his face, boobs jiggling, mangalsutra slapping between them.
“Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... mmmmmm...” Moans vibrated around his cock as I sucked harder, tongue swirling the head, lips sliding up and down his cock, body betraying me with every lick and thrust, pleasure coiling tight, pussy and asshole throbbing under his mouth, clit on the edge, moans escaping louder around his cock, emotional fool body loving the filthy sensations against my will, heart aching for my husband but lost in the overwhelming pleasure taking me closer to the brink.
Govindan kept his thick cock deep in my mouth, thrusting slowly while his tongue lapped my pussy lips and clit. He pulled his cock back slightly, letting me breathe around the head, then spoke low. “Do not suck my cock too much, Meena. I might cum in your mouth. I want to cum deep inside your pussy.”
I looked up at him, eyes wet, boobs heaving under him, mangalsutra dangling between my boobs. “Sure, sir... I will be careful...” But a naughty impulse took over, shame and arousal mixing. With him on top, I tilted my head slightly upward and to the right, tongue darting out to lick his asshole, circling the tight ring slowly, tasting the musky saltiness. He groaned deep, cock twitching in my mouth.
“Fuck... yes... I love that, Meena... keep kissing my asshole... do not worry, I will save your husband at least for this asshole kiss...”
I began to please him more, holding his ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them gently, tongue pressing flat against his asshole, licking in slow circles, then pushing the tip inside slightly. At the same time he buried his face deeper between my thighs, tongue plunging into my asshole, rimming the tight ring, then sliding lower to suck my clit hard. His fingers spread my ass cheeks wider, tongue probing my asshole deep, tasting me there while his thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles.
The feeling was filthy and intense: his tongue inside my asshole, warm and wet, stretching the tight ring, fingers rubbing my clit, pleasure spiking through my core, pussy dripping onto his chin. My pussy clenched empty, clit throbbing under his thumb, asshole pulsing around his tongue, body reacting with heat and wetness, boobs bouncing slightly with my gasps, mangalsutra swinging between them. My mouth full of his cock, moans muffled around the thick cock, pussy aching for more, body betraying me with every lick and thrust, pleasure building fast from both ends.
“Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... mmmmmm...” Moans vibrated around his cock as I sucked deeper, tongue swirling the head, lips sliding up and down his cock, while my tongue also licked his asshole in circles, body grinding against his mouth, pussy aching, asshole throbbing, pleasure coiling tight, emotional fool body loving the filthy sensations against my will, heart aching for my husband but lost in the overwhelming pleasure taking me closer to the brink.
Govindan groaned louder, cock swelling in my mouth. “Fuck... your tongue in my asshole... keep going, Meena... I am close... but I want to cum in your pussy...” He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, pre-cum stringing from my lips to the tip. He flipped positions quickly, moving down between my thighs, spreading my legs wider, mouth latching onto my clit again, sucking hard while two fingers thrust deep into my pussy, curling against my G-spot fast and rough.
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” Moans tore from my throat, hips bucking up to meet his mouth and fingers, pussy spasming around his digits, clit throbbing under his sucking lips. My boobs bounced with each gasp, nipples aching, ass cheeks clenching, mangalsutra slapping between my boobs. Pleasure built to a breaking point: pussy walls fluttering wildly, clit pulsing on the verge of explosion, wetness flooding his mouth, pressure in my belly unbearable, hips grinding hard against his face, moans spilling louder and deeper.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
My pussy spasmed harder around his fingers, pussy walls contracting in powerful waves, clit exploding under his tongue, wetness squirting onto his chin and the sheets, hips bucking up hard off the bed, boobs bouncing frantically, nipples throbbing. The orgasm crashed over me, intense and unstoppable, body shaking violently, moans tearing from my throat.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his fingers and tongue.
My pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers in rhythmic spasms, pussy walls milking him hard, clit throbbing wildly, waves of pleasure ripping through me, wetness squirting in small bursts, ass cheeks quivering, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving, nipples aching. The climax lasted long, body convulsing, moans spilling endlessly, “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” emotional fool body surrendering completely to the intense orgasm while my heart broke for my husband.
Govindan kept licking and fingering my pussy through the waves, slowing only as my spasms faded, fingers coated in my cum, pussy still twitching around him. He pulled his fingers out slowly, licked them clean with a low groan. “Good girl... you came so hard. Your pussy is perfect. Now you are ready for my cock.”
I lay there panting, pussy still pulsing, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra sticky with sweat between my boobs, tears on my cheeks, body spent from the hard orgasm, emotional fool heart shattered but clinging to the promise that this violation would save my husband from the cop encounter. The bedroom door was closed, the spacious room quiet except for my shaky breaths and Govindan’s satisfied chuckle as he positioned himself between my thighs.
Govindan kissed my pussy lips softly at first, lips brushing the smooth shaved outer lips, then pressing firmer, sucking gently on each pussy lip one by one. He parted my pussy lips with his thumbs, tongue sliding along the inner edges, tasting my wetness. “Your pussy is ready for my cock, Meena. So wet, so swollen... perfect for me.” His tongue flicked my clit lightly, then sucked it into his mouth, lips sealing around the swollen clit, pulling it gently.
He turned around, positioning himself on top of me, spreading my legs wide with his knees. His thick cock head nudged my pussy lips, parting them slowly. He pushed forward, inserting his cock inside my pussy inch by inch. The feeling was overwhelming: his cock stretching my pussy walls wide, the thick head opening me up, hot and hard, every vein rubbing my inner walls as he slid deeper, filling me completely. My pussy clenched around his cock, pussy lips hugging the base, clit throbbing from the pressure, a new fullness that made my pussy leak more wetness, pleasure blooming deep inside, pushing away thoughts of my husband, replacing them with the raw sensation of being taken, stretched, claimed. It felt different—thicker, hotter, deeper than anything before, my pussy adjusting to his girth, inner walls fluttering around his cock, pleasure spiking with every inch.
He looked down at me, cock buried fully inside my pussy, balls resting against my asshole. “How does my cock feel inside your pussy, Meena? Tell me.”
I gasped, voice shaky. “Sir... your cock is so thick... stretching my pussy walls wide... the head pushing so deep... rubbing every spot inside me... it feels so full... so hot...”
He interlocked his fingers with mine, both hands pressing over my head on the pillow, pinning my arms down. His cock began fucking my pussy with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost out before sliding back in fully, balls slapping my asshole gently. “You like my cock in your pussy, Meena? Forget your husband for now. Feel how good this is.”
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... yes, sir... it feels so good...” Soft moans escaped my mouth, body arching up to meet his thrusts, pussy clenching around his cock, clit rubbing against his pelvis with every push, pleasure building fast, boobs bouncing under him, nipples aching, mangalsutra swinging between my boobs. My pussy walls gripped his cock tighter, wetness coating him, hips lifting to take him deeper, moans spilling softly. “Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... ohhhh...”
The new feeling consumed me: his cock filling my pussy completely, stretching and rubbing every sensitive spot, pleasure flooding my body, pushing thoughts of my husband aside, replacing them with the intense, raw sensation of being fucked deep and slow, pussy loving every thrust, clit throbbing, body surrendering to the pleasure against my will, soft moans growing louder as he fucked me steadily, hands interlocked over my head, owning me completely in that moment.
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