27-01-2026, 02:37 AM
Govindan dug his cock deeper and deeper inside my pussy, hips rolling slow and deliberate, the thick head pushing against my deepest walls, stretching my pussy to its limit. My pussy walls gripped his cock tight, pussy lips hugging the base, clit throbbing from the pressure as he ground his pelvis against me. He released my hands from their interlocked position over my head, fingers sliding down to grab my face with both palms, thumbs brushing my cheeks, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.
He looked into my eyes, voice low and filthy. “Look at this angelic face, Meena... so innocent, kajal-lined eyes, red lips, kumkum dot shining on your forehead like a goddess. But below... this whore’s body. Heavy boobs bouncing with every thrust, nipples hard and dark, deep navel begging to be filled, wide hips flaring out, shaved pussy dripping wet around my cock, ass cheeks jiggling when I fuck you. You are an angel’s face on a whore’s body. Made to be fucked. You feel it, don’t you? My cock owning your pussy.”
His words hit me like fire, shame and heat flooding my core, making my pussy clench harder around his cock, clit pulsing against his pubic bone. My boobs bounced with his thrusts, nipples aching, mangalsutra slapping between my boobs, thoughts of my husband fading under the raw pleasure, replaced by the new, overwhelming feeling of his cock filling me completely, stretching and rubbing every sensitive spot inside my pussy, pleasure building fast and unstoppable.
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” Soft moans escaped my lips, body arching up to meet his deep thrusts, pussy spasming around his cock, wetness coating him, hips grinding back against him. My ass cheeks clenched, thighs trembling, clit throbbing with every grind, pleasure coiling tighter in my belly, boobs heaving, nipples aching for more touch.
He kept fucking my pussy, cock digging deeper, slow but powerful thrusts, balls slapping my asshole, hands still holding my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Feel how your pussy loves my cock, Meena. So wet, so tight... you forget your husband already, don’t you? This is what you need. A real cock owning your pussy.”
“Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... yes, sir... it feels so good...” My moans grew softer, breathy, body surrendering to the pleasure, pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, clit on the edge, wetness dripping down my asshole, boobs bouncing, mangalsutra swinging, emotional fool heart lost in the new, intense feeling of being fucked deep and slow, husband’s memory fading under the building ecstasy, pleasure taking me right to the brink again.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
My pussy spasmed harder around his cock, pussy walls contracting in powerful waves, clit throbbing on the verge of explosion, wetness flooding out, hips bucking up involuntarily, boobs bouncing wildly under his gaze. The orgasm hovered right there, intense and unstoppable, body shaking, moans spilling louder and deeper. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh... sir...” My thighs shook, ass cheeks quivering, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra swinging between them, right on the edge of cumming hard, pleasure unbearable, waiting for him to push me over.
Govindan dug his cock deeper and deeper inside my pussy, hips slamming forward with brutal force, the thick head battering my deepest walls, stretching my pussy to its absolute limit. My pussy walls gripped his cock desperately, pussy lips stretched wide around his girth, clit grinding against his pubic bone with every violent thrust. He released my hands from their interlocked position, both palms sliding down to wrap around my neck, fingers squeezing tight, choking me hard enough to make my vision blur at the edges, breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
The choking intensified everything: pressure building in my head, pussy clenching even tighter around his cock, pleasure spiking sharp and overwhelming, boobs bouncing wildly with each slam, nipples aching, mangalsutra slapping against my chest. My pussy spasmed around his cock, clit throbbing painfully, wetness flooding out, hips bucking up involuntarily to meet his brutal thrusts, ass cheeks clenching, thighs trembling. The orgasm rushed closer, intense and unstoppable, body shaking, moans tearing from my throat despite the tight grip on my neck.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
He leaned down suddenly, mouth crashing against my lips in a rough, possessive kiss, tongue forcing into my mouth. I kissed him back instinctively, lips parting, tongue meeting his, body surrendering completely to the pleasure. The moment his cock swelled inside my pussy, he moaned into my mouth.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick hot cum shooting in powerful spurts, filling me completely, overflowing around his cock and leaking down my asshole.
I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
My pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around his cock, pussy walls milking every drop of cum from him, clit exploding in waves of pleasure, wetness squirting hard against his cock base, ass cheeks quivering, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving, nipples throbbing, mangalsutra slapping between them. The climax ripped through me, body convulsing, moans muffled against his lips, intense and overwhelming, pleasure drowning out everything—my husband, my loyalty, my guilt—leaving only the raw, filthy ecstasy of cumming hard on his cock while he filled my pussy with cum.
He kept thrusting through our orgasms, cock pulsing inside my spasming pussy, cum leaking out around him, dripping down my asshole and onto the sheets. My pussy continued to clench and flutter, aftershocks rippling through me, clit hypersensitive, body trembling beneath him, spent and shaking, emotional fool heart lost in the aftermath, clinging to the shattered hope that this intense violation had secured my husband’s safety from the cop encounter. The bedroom was filled with our heavy breaths, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy, cum pooling beneath my ass cheeks, the moment hanging heavy between us.
Govindan slowly woke up from his brief rest after fucking me, eyes opening to find me lying beside him on the bed, naked, pussy still leaking his cum, pussy lips swollen and pink, boobs rising and falling with shaky breaths, mangalsutra resting sticky between my boobs, nipples erect from the cool air. He propped himself on one elbow, hand sliding over my waist, fingers tracing my navel, then cupping my left boob, thumb brushing my nipple.
“You did well, Meena. I will keep my word. I am going to save your husband now.”
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, dialed a number, and put it on speaker. The MLA answered quickly. “Govindan, what is it?”
“Sir, cancel the encounter on Shiva. Remove all cases against him. Make it disappear. I have a reason.”
The MLA chuckled. “For that hot wife of his you mentioned? Fine. Done. No encounter. Cases closed by evening.”
Govindan hung up, turned to me with a satisfied smile. “See? Your husband is safe now. Go take a shower. Rest if you want. You are free to go home soon. I will not touch you again today.”
I nodded weakly, body still trembling from the earlier orgasm, pussy aching with aftershocks, boobs sensitive from his earlier sucking. “Thank you, sir... I trust you... I will shower and rest...”
He helped me pull the white sheet over my naked body, covering my boobs and pussy. I slid off the bed, legs shaky, walked naked to the attached bathroom, ass cheeks jiggling with each step, mangalsutra swinging between my boobs. Inside, I turned on the shower, hot water pouring down over my naked body, washing away the cum from my pussy lips and thighs, soap suds sliding down my boobs and navel. I soaped my boobs, circling my palms over each mound, fingers brushing my nipples, making them harden again. I washed my navel, letting soap pool inside the deep hollow, then spread my thighs to clean between them, soaping my shaved pussy lips and clit, fingers rubbing gently over the sensitive pussy lips, asshole clean and tight. I rinsed everything, water cascading over my ass cheeks and down my thighs.
I 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 further 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. I lay back on the bed, pulling the sheet over me again, boobs pressing against my arms, pussy throbbing faintly, body exhausted. I rested there, eyes closing, breathing slowing, emotional fool heart clinging to the hope that my husband was truly safe now, that this nightmare had ended, that I could go home to my sons soon.
After some time, I sat up, picked up my phone from the nightstand, and called Dhamu. “Dhamu... come pick me up... I am ready to go home...”
Dhamu’s voice came through relieved. “Akka, I am already on my way in my auto. I was waiting nearby. I will be there in ten minutes. Shiva anna is safe because of you. Rest easy.”
I hung up, tears of relief falling, pussy still sore under the sheet, boobs aching, mangalsutra heavy between them. I trusted Govindan’s word now, trusted the call had been real. I waited quietly, wrapped in the sheet, body spent but heart lighter, knowing my husband would live, that I had endured everything to bring him home safe to me and our sons. The guest house bedroom felt less like a prison now, the spacious room quiet except for my soft breaths, waiting for Dhamu’s auto to take me back to my life.
I began taking my short nap under the white sheet, body exhausted, pussy still sore and leaking thick, warm cum in slow sticky trails down my inner thighs, the slick sensation pooling under my ass cheeks on the sheets, making them cling slightly to my skin. My pussy lips were swollen and flushed a deep pink, glistening with a mix of his cum and my own wetness, clit still hypersensitive and throbbing faintly with aftershocks, every tiny pulse sending a ripple of lingering pleasure-pain through my core. My boobs rose and fell with shaky, uneven breaths, nipples erect and dark from earlier sucking and pinching, the skin around them slightly red and tender, tingling with every shift of the sheet. The mangalsutra rested sticky with sweat between my boobs, the gold pendant warm against my cleavage, black beads clinging to my damp skin. The air in the bedroom smelled of sex—musky cum, salty sweat, and the faint rose attar I had dabbed between my boobs earlier—mixed with the clean linen scent of the sheets now soiled beneath me, the room heavy and humid from our bodies.
The bedroom door opened quietly. Govindan entered with another man—the MLA, older, powerful-looking in a white shirt and white dhoti, eyes sharp and hungry, the scent of his expensive cologne cutting through the sex-smell. They stood at the foot of the bed. Govindan shook my shoulder gently to wake me. I jolted upright, sheet slipping down to expose my boobs, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air-conditioned draft, mangalsutra swinging between them with a soft metallic clink. I pulled the sheet up quickly, scared and confused, heart pounding so hard I felt it in my throat.
Govindan smiled coldly. “Wake up, Meena. This is the MLA. He has ordered to save your husband. But he wants to fuck you now.”
I stared in shock, boobs heaving under the sheet, pussy clenching in fresh terror, the lingering cum inside me shifting with the movement, warm and sticky. Govindan slowly pulled the white sheet off me, exposing my naked body completely. He grabbed my arm, helping me stand from the bed, my boobs bouncing free, nipples erect, mangalsutra swinging between them, shaved pussy exposed, pussy lips swollen from earlier fucking, ass cheeks still red from spanking. He turned me slowly, showing my naked body to the MLA from every angle: my heavy boobs with dark nipples, deep navel, wide hips, round ass cheeks, shaved pussy between my thighs.
The MLA went crazy looking at me naked, eyes widening with raw lust, mouth watering visibly, breath quickening. He stepped forward, grabbed my boobs with both hands, squeezing the heavy mounds roughly, thumbs rubbing my erect nipples, making them throb. My boobs are beautiful, full and round like ripe mangos, heavy enough to overflow his palms, soft yet firm, nipples dark and erect like chocolate buds begging to be sucked, the perfect size for a man’s hands to grab and crush, skin smooth and warm, cleavage deep where my mangalsutra nestles like a filthy invitation, the gold chain cool against my hot skin.
He turned me around, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing my shaved asshole and pussy. My pussy is beautiful, shaved clean and smooth, pussy lips plump and pink like rose petals, glistening with wetness, clit swollen and peeking out like a hidden pearl, tight entrance begging to be filled. My asshole is perfect, tight and pink, wrinkled ring clean and inviting, surrounded by round firm ass cheeks that jiggle when slapped or spread. He groaned low. “Fuck... what a body. These boobs are perfect, so heavy, nipples hard as diamonds. And this ass... ass cheeks round and firm, asshole tight and pink, pussy shaved and wet like a whore’s dream. I have to fuck this now.”
Govindan laughed. “This is the bitch, sir. Fuck her and enjoy her. She is all yours.”
Meena this is MLA and he has ordered to save your husband he wants to fuck you now and I was in shock and Govindan left the room.
The MLA released me from the hug, stepped back, and began taking his clothes off: unbuttoning his white shirt, revealing his hairy chest, then untying his white dhoti, letting it fall to the floor. His cock was already hard, thick and dark, balls hanging heavy.
I stood naked, scared, arms hanging at my sides, legs trembling. I had no choice but to surrender, accept my fate, let him fuck me to secure my husband’s life. He stepped close again, grabbed my waist, pulled me against him, boobs crushing against his bare chest, nipples scbanging his skin. He lifted me slightly, my legs wrapping around his waist for support, pussy pressing against his cock bulge. He carried me to the bed, placed me on my back, climbed over me, spreading my legs wide with his knees.
His cock head nudged my pussy lips, parting them slowly. He pushed forward, inserting his cock inside my pussy inch by inch, stretching my sore pussy walls again, the thick girth filling me completely. My pussy clenched around his cock, pussy lips hugging the base, clit throbbing from the pressure, wetness leaking despite my fear.
He began fucking me hard, cock slamming deep, balls slapping my asshole, hips pounding against mine. He grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing and spreading them wide, lifting my hips to take him deeper. He sucked my left boob into his mouth, nipple hard between his lips, tongue swirling fast, teeth grazing lightly, then switched to my right boob, sucking hard, hand pinching the left nipple.
My body reacted against my will: pussy spasming around his cock, clit pulsing with every thrust, wetness coating him, boobs bouncing under his mouth, nipples aching from his sucking. Pleasure built fast, pussy clenching tighter, clit throbbing, ass cheeks quivering in his squeezing grip, thighs trembling around his waist. My moans escaped despite my tears. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...”
He fucked me harder, cock digging deep, balls slapping my asshole, hands crushing my ass cheeks, mouth sucking my boobs alternately, tongue flicking my nipples. My pussy walls fluttered around his cock, clit on the edge, wetness squirting slightly, hips bucking up involuntarily, boobs bouncing wildly, mangalsutra slapping between them.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
My pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around his cock, pussy walls milking every drop of cum from him, clit throbbing painfully, wetness squirting hard, ass cheeks quivering in his grip, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving under his mouth, nipples throbbing. The climax ripped through me, intense and overwhelming, body convulsing, moans tearing from my throat, pleasure drowning out everything—my husband, my loyalty, my guilt—leaving only the raw, filthy ecstasy of cumming hard on his cock while he filled my pussy with cum.
He kept thrusting through our orgasms, cock pulsing inside my spasming pussy, cum leaking out around him, dripping down my asshole and onto the sheets. My pussy continued to clench and flutter, aftershocks rippling through me, clit hypersensitive, body trembling beneath him, spent and shaking, emotional fool heart lost in the aftermath, clinging to the shattered hope that this intense violation had secured my husband’s safety from the cop encounter. The bedroom was filled with our heavy breaths, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy, cum pooling beneath my ass cheeks, the moment hanging heavy between us.
He looked into my eyes, voice low and filthy. “Look at this angelic face, Meena... so innocent, kajal-lined eyes, red lips, kumkum dot shining on your forehead like a goddess. But below... this whore’s body. Heavy boobs bouncing with every thrust, nipples hard and dark, deep navel begging to be filled, wide hips flaring out, shaved pussy dripping wet around my cock, ass cheeks jiggling when I fuck you. You are an angel’s face on a whore’s body. Made to be fucked. You feel it, don’t you? My cock owning your pussy.”
His words hit me like fire, shame and heat flooding my core, making my pussy clench harder around his cock, clit pulsing against his pubic bone. My boobs bounced with his thrusts, nipples aching, mangalsutra slapping between my boobs, thoughts of my husband fading under the raw pleasure, replaced by the new, overwhelming feeling of his cock filling me completely, stretching and rubbing every sensitive spot inside my pussy, pleasure building fast and unstoppable.
“Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...” Soft moans escaped my lips, body arching up to meet his deep thrusts, pussy spasming around his cock, wetness coating him, hips grinding back against him. My ass cheeks clenched, thighs trembling, clit throbbing with every grind, pleasure coiling tighter in my belly, boobs heaving, nipples aching for more touch.
He kept fucking my pussy, cock digging deeper, slow but powerful thrusts, balls slapping my asshole, hands still holding my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Feel how your pussy loves my cock, Meena. So wet, so tight... you forget your husband already, don’t you? This is what you need. A real cock owning your pussy.”
“Mmmmmm... aaaahhh... yes, sir... it feels so good...” My moans grew softer, breathy, body surrendering to the pleasure, pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, clit on the edge, wetness dripping down my asshole, boobs bouncing, mangalsutra swinging, emotional fool heart lost in the new, intense feeling of being fucked deep and slow, husband’s memory fading under the building ecstasy, pleasure taking me right to the brink again.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
My pussy spasmed harder around his cock, pussy walls contracting in powerful waves, clit throbbing on the verge of explosion, wetness flooding out, hips bucking up involuntarily, boobs bouncing wildly under his gaze. The orgasm hovered right there, intense and unstoppable, body shaking, moans spilling louder and deeper. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh... sir...” My thighs shook, ass cheeks quivering, boobs rising and falling fast, mangalsutra swinging between them, right on the edge of cumming hard, pleasure unbearable, waiting for him to push me over.
Govindan dug his cock deeper and deeper inside my pussy, hips slamming forward with brutal force, the thick head battering my deepest walls, stretching my pussy to its absolute limit. My pussy walls gripped his cock desperately, pussy lips stretched wide around his girth, clit grinding against his pubic bone with every violent thrust. He released my hands from their interlocked position, both palms sliding down to wrap around my neck, fingers squeezing tight, choking me hard enough to make my vision blur at the edges, breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
The choking intensified everything: pressure building in my head, pussy clenching even tighter around his cock, pleasure spiking sharp and overwhelming, boobs bouncing wildly with each slam, nipples aching, mangalsutra slapping against my chest. My pussy spasmed around his cock, clit throbbing painfully, wetness flooding out, hips bucking up involuntarily to meet his brutal thrusts, ass cheeks clenching, thighs trembling. The orgasm rushed closer, intense and unstoppable, body shaking, moans tearing from my throat despite the tight grip on my neck.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
He leaned down suddenly, mouth crashing against my lips in a rough, possessive kiss, tongue forcing into my mouth. I kissed him back instinctively, lips parting, tongue meeting his, body surrendering completely to the pleasure. The moment his cock swelled inside my pussy, he moaned into my mouth.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, thick hot cum shooting in powerful spurts, filling me completely, overflowing around his cock and leaking down my asshole.
I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
My pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around his cock, pussy walls milking every drop of cum from him, clit exploding in waves of pleasure, wetness squirting hard against his cock base, ass cheeks quivering, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving, nipples throbbing, mangalsutra slapping between them. The climax ripped through me, body convulsing, moans muffled against his lips, intense and overwhelming, pleasure drowning out everything—my husband, my loyalty, my guilt—leaving only the raw, filthy ecstasy of cumming hard on his cock while he filled my pussy with cum.
He kept thrusting through our orgasms, cock pulsing inside my spasming pussy, cum leaking out around him, dripping down my asshole and onto the sheets. My pussy continued to clench and flutter, aftershocks rippling through me, clit hypersensitive, body trembling beneath him, spent and shaking, emotional fool heart lost in the aftermath, clinging to the shattered hope that this intense violation had secured my husband’s safety from the cop encounter. The bedroom was filled with our heavy breaths, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy, cum pooling beneath my ass cheeks, the moment hanging heavy between us.
Govindan slowly woke up from his brief rest after fucking me, eyes opening to find me lying beside him on the bed, naked, pussy still leaking his cum, pussy lips swollen and pink, boobs rising and falling with shaky breaths, mangalsutra resting sticky between my boobs, nipples erect from the cool air. He propped himself on one elbow, hand sliding over my waist, fingers tracing my navel, then cupping my left boob, thumb brushing my nipple.
“You did well, Meena. I will keep my word. I am going to save your husband now.”
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, dialed a number, and put it on speaker. The MLA answered quickly. “Govindan, what is it?”
“Sir, cancel the encounter on Shiva. Remove all cases against him. Make it disappear. I have a reason.”
The MLA chuckled. “For that hot wife of his you mentioned? Fine. Done. No encounter. Cases closed by evening.”
Govindan hung up, turned to me with a satisfied smile. “See? Your husband is safe now. Go take a shower. Rest if you want. You are free to go home soon. I will not touch you again today.”
I nodded weakly, body still trembling from the earlier orgasm, pussy aching with aftershocks, boobs sensitive from his earlier sucking. “Thank you, sir... I trust you... I will shower and rest...”
He helped me pull the white sheet over my naked body, covering my boobs and pussy. I slid off the bed, legs shaky, walked naked to the attached bathroom, ass cheeks jiggling with each step, mangalsutra swinging between my boobs. Inside, I turned on the shower, hot water pouring down over my naked body, washing away the cum from my pussy lips and thighs, soap suds sliding down my boobs and navel. I soaped my boobs, circling my palms over each mound, fingers brushing my nipples, making them harden again. I washed my navel, letting soap pool inside the deep hollow, then spread my thighs to clean between them, soaping my shaved pussy lips and clit, fingers rubbing gently over the sensitive pussy lips, asshole clean and tight. I rinsed everything, water cascading over my ass cheeks and down my thighs.
I 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 further 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. I lay back on the bed, pulling the sheet over me again, boobs pressing against my arms, pussy throbbing faintly, body exhausted. I rested there, eyes closing, breathing slowing, emotional fool heart clinging to the hope that my husband was truly safe now, that this nightmare had ended, that I could go home to my sons soon.
After some time, I sat up, picked up my phone from the nightstand, and called Dhamu. “Dhamu... come pick me up... I am ready to go home...”
Dhamu’s voice came through relieved. “Akka, I am already on my way in my auto. I was waiting nearby. I will be there in ten minutes. Shiva anna is safe because of you. Rest easy.”
I hung up, tears of relief falling, pussy still sore under the sheet, boobs aching, mangalsutra heavy between them. I trusted Govindan’s word now, trusted the call had been real. I waited quietly, wrapped in the sheet, body spent but heart lighter, knowing my husband would live, that I had endured everything to bring him home safe to me and our sons. The guest house bedroom felt less like a prison now, the spacious room quiet except for my soft breaths, waiting for Dhamu’s auto to take me back to my life.
I began taking my short nap under the white sheet, body exhausted, pussy still sore and leaking thick, warm cum in slow sticky trails down my inner thighs, the slick sensation pooling under my ass cheeks on the sheets, making them cling slightly to my skin. My pussy lips were swollen and flushed a deep pink, glistening with a mix of his cum and my own wetness, clit still hypersensitive and throbbing faintly with aftershocks, every tiny pulse sending a ripple of lingering pleasure-pain through my core. My boobs rose and fell with shaky, uneven breaths, nipples erect and dark from earlier sucking and pinching, the skin around them slightly red and tender, tingling with every shift of the sheet. The mangalsutra rested sticky with sweat between my boobs, the gold pendant warm against my cleavage, black beads clinging to my damp skin. The air in the bedroom smelled of sex—musky cum, salty sweat, and the faint rose attar I had dabbed between my boobs earlier—mixed with the clean linen scent of the sheets now soiled beneath me, the room heavy and humid from our bodies.
The bedroom door opened quietly. Govindan entered with another man—the MLA, older, powerful-looking in a white shirt and white dhoti, eyes sharp and hungry, the scent of his expensive cologne cutting through the sex-smell. They stood at the foot of the bed. Govindan shook my shoulder gently to wake me. I jolted upright, sheet slipping down to expose my boobs, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air-conditioned draft, mangalsutra swinging between them with a soft metallic clink. I pulled the sheet up quickly, scared and confused, heart pounding so hard I felt it in my throat.
Govindan smiled coldly. “Wake up, Meena. This is the MLA. He has ordered to save your husband. But he wants to fuck you now.”
I stared in shock, boobs heaving under the sheet, pussy clenching in fresh terror, the lingering cum inside me shifting with the movement, warm and sticky. Govindan slowly pulled the white sheet off me, exposing my naked body completely. He grabbed my arm, helping me stand from the bed, my boobs bouncing free, nipples erect, mangalsutra swinging between them, shaved pussy exposed, pussy lips swollen from earlier fucking, ass cheeks still red from spanking. He turned me slowly, showing my naked body to the MLA from every angle: my heavy boobs with dark nipples, deep navel, wide hips, round ass cheeks, shaved pussy between my thighs.
The MLA went crazy looking at me naked, eyes widening with raw lust, mouth watering visibly, breath quickening. He stepped forward, grabbed my boobs with both hands, squeezing the heavy mounds roughly, thumbs rubbing my erect nipples, making them throb. My boobs are beautiful, full and round like ripe mangos, heavy enough to overflow his palms, soft yet firm, nipples dark and erect like chocolate buds begging to be sucked, the perfect size for a man’s hands to grab and crush, skin smooth and warm, cleavage deep where my mangalsutra nestles like a filthy invitation, the gold chain cool against my hot skin.
He turned me around, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing my shaved asshole and pussy. My pussy is beautiful, shaved clean and smooth, pussy lips plump and pink like rose petals, glistening with wetness, clit swollen and peeking out like a hidden pearl, tight entrance begging to be filled. My asshole is perfect, tight and pink, wrinkled ring clean and inviting, surrounded by round firm ass cheeks that jiggle when slapped or spread. He groaned low. “Fuck... what a body. These boobs are perfect, so heavy, nipples hard as diamonds. And this ass... ass cheeks round and firm, asshole tight and pink, pussy shaved and wet like a whore’s dream. I have to fuck this now.”
Govindan laughed. “This is the bitch, sir. Fuck her and enjoy her. She is all yours.”
Meena this is MLA and he has ordered to save your husband he wants to fuck you now and I was in shock and Govindan left the room.
The MLA released me from the hug, stepped back, and began taking his clothes off: unbuttoning his white shirt, revealing his hairy chest, then untying his white dhoti, letting it fall to the floor. His cock was already hard, thick and dark, balls hanging heavy.
I stood naked, scared, arms hanging at my sides, legs trembling. I had no choice but to surrender, accept my fate, let him fuck me to secure my husband’s life. He stepped close again, grabbed my waist, pulled me against him, boobs crushing against his bare chest, nipples scbanging his skin. He lifted me slightly, my legs wrapping around his waist for support, pussy pressing against his cock bulge. He carried me to the bed, placed me on my back, climbed over me, spreading my legs wide with his knees.
His cock head nudged my pussy lips, parting them slowly. He pushed forward, inserting his cock inside my pussy inch by inch, stretching my sore pussy walls again, the thick girth filling me completely. My pussy clenched around his cock, pussy lips hugging the base, clit throbbing from the pressure, wetness leaking despite my fear.
He began fucking me hard, cock slamming deep, balls slapping my asshole, hips pounding against mine. He grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing and spreading them wide, lifting my hips to take him deeper. He sucked my left boob into his mouth, nipple hard between his lips, tongue swirling fast, teeth grazing lightly, then switched to my right boob, sucking hard, hand pinching the left nipple.
My body reacted against my will: pussy spasming around his cock, clit pulsing with every thrust, wetness coating him, boobs bouncing under his mouth, nipples aching from his sucking. Pleasure built fast, pussy clenching tighter, clit throbbing, ass cheeks quivering in his squeezing grip, thighs trembling around his waist. My moans escaped despite my tears. “Aaaahhh... mmmmmm... ohhhh...”
He fucked me harder, cock digging deep, balls slapping my asshole, hands crushing my ass cheeks, mouth sucking my boobs alternately, tongue flicking my nipples. My pussy walls fluttered around his cock, clit on the edge, wetness squirting slightly, hips bucking up involuntarily, boobs bouncing wildly, mangalsutra slapping between them.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm I moaned as I was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” he moaned and came deep inside my pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and began cumming all over his cock.
My pussy clenched and spasmed wildly around his cock, pussy walls milking every drop of cum from him, clit throbbing painfully, wetness squirting hard, ass cheeks quivering in his grip, thighs shaking uncontrollably, boobs heaving under his mouth, nipples throbbing. The climax ripped through me, intense and overwhelming, body convulsing, moans tearing from my throat, pleasure drowning out everything—my husband, my loyalty, my guilt—leaving only the raw, filthy ecstasy of cumming hard on his cock while he filled my pussy with cum.
He kept thrusting through our orgasms, cock pulsing inside my spasming pussy, cum leaking out around him, dripping down my asshole and onto the sheets. My pussy continued to clench and flutter, aftershocks rippling through me, clit hypersensitive, body trembling beneath him, spent and shaking, emotional fool heart lost in the aftermath, clinging to the shattered hope that this intense violation had secured my husband’s safety from the cop encounter. The bedroom was filled with our heavy breaths, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy, cum pooling beneath my ass cheeks, the moment hanging heavy between us.
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