A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-62



"No thank you for saviour, Beti?", he smiled at Tanvi and asked.

"Oh...sorry...thank you Khurramji...if you wouldn't have done it, I don't know what that Dattu would have done today", she was genuinely thankful to the old man.

"You can offer me a good Coffee then", he smirked.

"Oh sure...yes, yes. Please come in", without having any doubts, Tanvi opened the door to the vile old man.

It was only when she reached the Kitchen and started heating water for Coffee that she realized what she just did. 

Safiya was not at home!

Sanjoth was not at home!

Children were away at college!

It was only when she reached the Kitchen and started heating water for Coffee that she realized what she just did. 

Safiyaji was not at home!

Sanjoth was not at home!

Children were away at their study!

"I am totally alone with Khurramji! Uw'nante'kamisama!! My-God!!...Tanvi's brain froze when that single cognitive affirmation of her reality. That truth detonated inside her head, shaking her entire substance. It forced millions of pores on her skin to open up and shudder with horror and the next second, every last of her hair-follicles stood erect and landed a hard punch into her stomach. She felt herself lurching from that visceral blow in her gut that immediately turned her horror into a kinetic shock, a volcanic tsumami of dread that left her cold and shaking!

She was alone...all alone...absolutely alone...with no living soul except...Khurramji...less than a few feet away...

During those few moments of hallowed silence, the suffocating fact coiled around her throat like a cold serpent; squeezing the last ounce of air from her chest...

Tanvi saw the light in her eyes fading out due to the menacing scourge she underwent!

Her lips opened to scream...except the wish in her head to cry for help...no voice came out of the young mother!

She felt a demonic presence behind her!

Tanvi failed to sense anything other than the numbing chill that consumed her, leaving her standing helpless and shivering to that intimidating cold terror...! 


She was all alone with the one person whom she never wanted to be alone with...never...but there she was...with the same man whom she loathed and was scared of, making Coffee...for him. While immersed in her thoughts, she failed to notice Khurram walking into her Kitchen and standing behind her.

Tanvi was dressed in a white legging, and a light pink Kurti that reached to her hips, but not covering her bottom, the top reached mid-way upto her ass. Though it was her house dress, it was way too provocative. To any man, the view was simply eroric, her pink colored panty visible through the white leggings, exposing the full structure of her perfectly shaped buttocks, and her Kurti reaching and concealing half of her cheeks, made it sexier than any normal clothes. Her slender frame, and shapely body was literally begging for attention...that's how any male eye would perceive while looking at the way she was dressed.

"Nice"

"Huh! What!!", Tanvi was startled at the voice that came behind her and almost slipped the handle of the hot water tumbler. 

It took few seconds for her to rationalise what was happening. Once her head cleared, she felt her knees shivering at the thought of what happened the last time she was alone with Khurram in the very same Kitchen.

"I said...nice", Khurram repeated with his lips curved wickedly.

Tanvi noticed his eyes were on her legs when he muttered the word 'nice'.

"I will bring the Coffee to you Khurramji, please go and sit"

"Oh, don't bother. I am here to claim what you promised last time. Not for Coffee"

"Uh...please, Khurramji, you are my Father's age and I respect you. Please, let's not talk about things that doesn't suit our relationship"

"And, what kind of relationship do we have, Tanvi? I am NOT your Father"

"I mean, Khurramji, you know what I mean"

"No, Tanvi. I don't know what you meant"

"Khurramji, please. I respect you. Please don't make me regret inviting you for this Coffee, please"

"OK. In that case, tell me, Tanvi. Do you remember what you promised last time when we were here?"

"No, I don't", her voice was defiant.

"Well, that's not good. Let me remind you then. You promised to suck me off the next time and properly, by your own"

"Khurramji! Please...you shouldn't say such things. Please", her voice changed to a begging tone.

"I always remember promises. And, now, I am here to claim it"

"God...Khurramji...I am a married woman with Kids. What kind of sadistic mind you have to ask such vulgar things to a married woman, especially when you are a married person yourself? Do you think this is a civilized conversation?"

"Civilized or not, I want to get the promise fulfilled, right now", as he said, he pulled his top off and flexed his hairless bronze upper body. 

"Khurramji! Pleeeese", she almost begged in real.

"Now, I am giving you two choices here, Tanvi. First, you do what you promised by yourself...or Second, I make you do it. Your choice", his voice was steel cold and created a bolt of shudder through her spine.

"Look, Tanvi. I am not a rapist. But, I don't mind forcing myself on you, because you are begging for it. You may not see it, but I see it clearly...very clearly. So, be a good girl, remove those unwanted clothes and start what you promised last time"

"Oh-God! Khurramji! This is not some joke that you are doing with me. We are respectfully married people and such things are not something you ask from a shop and buy. Please stop this nonsense", her voice was stronger suddenly as she wasn’t intimidated much.

"Well, okay. In that case, let's make this clear between us. You are a woman, and I am a man. Not related. Your body needs something, and my body needs the same as well. So, I asked clearly if you can give what I need, and so, you can have what you need from me. Nothing more, nothing less. If you recall, your husband knows such things better than you do, because he gives and takes what he wants...with or without permission...mostly without. But, am I like Sanjoth? No. I am not, because I ask before taking anything forcibly. He took something from me...my wife...without my permission...but, I am not like him...I asked his permission, and he granted it...and you made a promise as well...now, be the nice woman that you are, and give me what I want...because you gave me that word...clear?"

Tanvi stood spellbound and shocked beyond recovery. What she heard, to a normal person, made sense. But, she wasn’t such a normal person who could find such a flawed logic and bide by it. Yet, despite everything she said and thoughts of repulsion at the old man's words, she hated the fact that her body, her venomous womanhood was betraying her. A mild, but painful itch inside her pussy was so alarming that she thought she'd pass out from suffocation.

"I understand Khurramji. For that, I beg you my apologies. But, please, leave me out of it and you need to go, now", she replied clearly, even though the naked display of the large man started creating unwanted irritation inside her lower belly. She was being made aware of his physical dominance with each passing second, and it was totally not helping her. She felt herself moving towards his direction. The craving of carnal debauchery overwhelmed her rationality.

"I don't care any of what you are telling me, Tanvi. I am here, and right now, I want your promise to be fulfilled...no more of your expert explanations. Go on, remove your top and get to it", his voice was harder than before and his gaze was focused on her breasts that were starting to move heavily up and down with her heavy breaths.

He knew...

She was breaking...slowly...but yes...she was...

He clearly saw and knew it...

"Khurramji, please...you can't do this to me", Tanvi realized the fact that the bad old man was not going away without having his way with her. With no one to aid...no one to shout for help...no one...she was all alone...she felt her feet moving, yet she remained where she was.

"Okay, I will make you a deal then, Tanvi", he paused and saw her eyes widening with expectation. 

"Let's say, you use all your oral skills on me, and make me cum in five, or let's say ten minutes. If yes, then that's it. I will never ever come into your life again", he paused and saw her almost agreeing...then he added the clause..."but if not, and you cannot make me cum within ten minutes, you lose what you are wearing now, and continue to make me cum. What do you say? Fair deal?", his face was clear and eyes clean with no other intentions. 

Tanvi's brain deliberated fast...like a super speed train...blazing it's various routes to find the right one. But she couldn't...

"No, you can't...no"

"Tanvi, I am going to wait for you in the bedroom. You've got two minutes to decide. If I see you not coming, then I return back here and take what I want, with your consent or without", he replied and picking up his top, he walked into her bedroom and disappeared from her viewpoint.

"What should I do? Whom should I call? Oh-God...what should I do?", as questions crowded in her head, she heard the familiar grunt from her bedroom...an indicator that her time was up.

With no resolution in front of her, Tanvi walked into the bedroom.

"What should I do? Should I run out of my house? Should I call security officer? God! What a mess I am in! If I go inside, he would definitely have sex with me...and that thing...Oh-that-thing!", her mind wandered all over the place...it was clear to her that she was a mess. But her legs moved forward like attracted by a magnet...a large magnet.

Her feet went cold when she saw what was waiting for her inside.

Khurram was lying spread and splayed on her marital bed like a conqueror. He had nothing on him. Naked...stark naked. He was halfway up over her bed with his hips resting at it's bottom edge, and legs kept wide spread. The shaft looked like a large hammer wood...erect and pointed up like a weapon that was about to fire. Below it's majestic size, his heavy scrotum hung down like two large brown bags. The bronze and hairless skin of the large man created a perfect picture of sleaze...in fact, Tanvi was reminiscing the view, comparing it to the first time she took a glance at his large bulge when she went to his home while he was sick.

"What are you waiting for, Tanvi?"

Khurram's heavy voice fell on her like a sudden electric jolt, pushing her out of her reverie.

"I...I...We shouldn't do this Khurramji. This is...not...right...we shouldn't", her whispers countered her body's movements. She was walking forward to where the old man laid, waiting like a hungry animal.

"Get down and start sucking me Tanvi, you got five...sorry, ten minutes to make me cum. That's our deal, yes?"

"Ye...Yes", another coarse whimper came out from her. 

Tanvi felt her knees as she reached closer to the naked monstrosity. Khurram widened the angle of his folded legs to allow her space. With tears clogging her eyes, Tanvi knelt on her shins, her Kurti stretched up exposing her pink panty covered bottom. Her hesitation was evident, but Khurram noticed her inhaling the musk from his groin. She was breaking...he tried his best not to make any comments that would stop her.

"Easy...take it in your hands, and then I will start the timer", his voice was less louder...more like coaxing her.

With trembling hands, shivering body, torn expression, defiant stance, Tanvi's hands moved. She kept her left palm on the powerful right thigh of the old man. His body felt cold...her skin was hot. With her right hand, she touched the underside of his shaft.

"Oh", an exclamation came out from her when her touch made his penis jump and jolt. When she entered the room, the pungent odour of the old man was the one that hit her the most. When she encountered his magnitude a few days ago, it wasn't what bothered her. But now, as she knelt between his open legs, and moved herself to it's close proximity, the odour and enormity hit her. It seemed like a dagger that was about to tear her into pieces...it was when she touched his penis that Tanvi realized how large and menacing it really was. She simply couldn't stop comparing with the other male organs that she held and sucked earlier. Those were nothing compared to what she had in front of her at that moment. Her eyes were glued over the old man's cock that pulsed with each breath he took. With shivering fingers, she caught the base of Khurram's penis.

"It's huge", it was the first time she heard her voice inside her head since Khurram walked into her home.

Tanvi was perplexed and shocked that despite her long fingers, she wasn't able to hold it properly. The girth of his tool made her palm seem way too tiny. 

Khurram controlled a satisfied groan and watched the woman of his carnal dreams finally succumbing. He allowed her to adjust to the fact that she was no longer in control of the situation. He was fascinated with the emotions on Tanvi's face. She had a horror stricken expression mixed with rapt focus on his rock hard erection.

"Hold it properly, Tanvi, and you know what to do", he grunted with a tone of distaste.

Hearing his voice, Tanvi shuddered as her grip at the base of his cock tightened. She made an effort to hold it over it's diameter but failed. Recalling what he asked, her small hand pulled the velvety skin upwards it's length. Her knees felt the cold floor that transpired to her vertebrae. Plus, the silence inside the house made her breaths sound like drum-beats. Once her hand pushed his cock-skin to go up, her wonderment reached another level that the length of his shaft was never ending. Once her hand reached at it's crown, she lingered and looked at the enormity of the mushroom head. Dark purple, bulbous and rounded like a hammer-head, much wider than where she was holding. Tanvi couldn't believe that it was the very same tool that the old man forced into her mouth a few days earlier. "How did I swallow this before, so huge", she heard her voice again inside her head.

"Use both hands", the grunting voice from Khurram took her out of her stupor.

Without thinking, Tanvi leaned forward to rest both her elbows on the massive upper thighs of the old man, and caught his shaft with both her palms. Despite the fright, she was torn in three ways. First, she was afraid of what the menacing giant would do to her if she didn't do what he asked of her. Second, her moral thoughts took upperhand when she thought of who she really was, a wife, a mother, who was about to cheat her life, especially succumbing to the old man's ask. And third and final, she was thrilled beyond her morality, she was finally holding the tool that was deeply embedded in her mind from the day she took the first sneak glance at it, when the cock pulsed and jerked with every pull she made on it, drops of carnal heat seeped from her panty covered womanhood.

"You got one more minute"

A reminder. Tanvi froze as she wantonly looked at the majestic pole that made both her palms look like kid's arms. She had to do something to make him cum. 

"Otherwise", as the thought came in, she gulped and sweat formed all over her forehead.

Khurram was in heaven and nowhere close to eruption. He relaxes back and thinks of how to manipulate the young wife further. A vicious smile formed on his face with that thought.

"Stop"

Tanvi shivered when she heard his grunt. Her hands came to a stop, but she held on to the shaft as of waiting.

"Remove your top, Tanvi"

"No, no Khurramji, please, you cannot do this to me. I will do everything to make this happen, but please", she cried as tears came out of her.

"Either you do it yourself, as promised or I do it for you, your choice, Tanvi"

Tanvi knew what fate held for her when she walked inside her bedroom. But, she had to try and she failed again. With a whimper, she pulled her Kurti up. Khurram watched in absolute fascination as the supple nakedness came visible, hardly a foot away from him. He knew he had to be patient...very much patient if he had to break the young mother. He sat, and watched.

Tanvi sat back once again without her top. Her bra was the only apparel that covered her modesty. Even though it was a normal bra, her breasts hung and heaved with perspiration as her hands moved again.

"You better do it quickly, Tanvi. Otherwise you will lose one more of your clothes in the next few minutes", he reminded.

Tanvi had no option but to redouble her efforts. As she tried moving her hands faster, her bra covered breasts slightly brushed against his knees. She had to ignore the rising tension that her nipples produced with each of such mild grazings. More than everything else, Tanvi was panicking as she crouched half-naked. She was scared beyond anything she ever felt. Kids were away and it took a long time to reach home, Sanjoth was away and had no idea when he would return, and most importantly, Safiyaji was also away from home. She was slowly grasping the enormity of the trap she was in.

"Two minutes more, Tanvi", Khurram growled as he noticed it was almost ten minutes that Tanvi started stroking him and he was confidently erect with every drop of blood pumping onto his erectile.

"What to do???", Tanvi heard her voice screaming to find alternatives, anything...and unfortunately she couldn't figure any way out. Her hands were already hurting, but she had to conceal it from the sex-crazed old man.

"Last minute", he reminded again.

Tanvi shivered and trembled at his words. The inevitable was approaching. Her brain raced to find something, anything...for leverage...with absolute nothing to help her out, her last minute ran out.

"Remove your bra, Tanvi"

"Oh-God, Khurramji, please...you can't do this to me. I am a wife, a mother and I cannot do this with you anymore, please"

"Tanvi, you agreed. You promised"

"Yes, I did...I made a mistake, sorry, I am so sorry Khurramji", as she cried with tears, her hands still clutched his shaft hard, and s drop of translucent drop of precum appeared on top of his penis...his pee-slit expanded a bit to secrete that one drop out of it's narrow opening...

"Tanvi, I will give you one last chance, but it will be the last five minutes that you have. Do whatever you need to, but if you don't, then you will give me your bra"

She had nothing left to say, other than whimpering agreement.

"Maybe if you sit properly, it would be of help", he suggested.

The moment she heard it, Tanvi stood up a bit because her knees were killing her and reluctantly, she sat on her marital bed, to the right side of Khurram's naked thighs. Her white legging covered leg slightly brushed against him and she was suddenly aware of how heavy he felt. As she looked away from his eyes, she felt a bit better as she was holding longer under the sharp scrutiny of his eyes. With another whimper, she started pulling his penis-skin up and down his base to upwards and down. 

A deep groan came out from Khurram from the pleasure he received from the small hands. 

As she heard it, Tanvi felt better all of a sudden. She was getting close to her freedom. It was then, she noticed the transparent liquid on top of the deep purple penis-head. When she pulled and pushed the skin over his gloriously large appendage, the liquid became bigger and it finally spilled...the large drop changed it's course downwards to smear over her palms. Suddenly, she got more leverage. Her palms were slightly wet.

"Why don't you add something more to your hands?", he asked.

"Huh", she couldn't figure out what he was saying.

"Use your spit on it. It will help you to make me cum faster"

"Ugh...no", she couldn't imagine herself engaging in the sinful act and the very thought of using her saliva made her think she would vomit. Worst that happened since she sat next to Khurram was the body heat that transpired between them, and adding to it was the heavy, pungent and masculine stench of his genitals. Each time her slick palms reached the top of his mushroom head, it brought more precum outwards. As she faced away from the bad old man, her eyes were struck at the pee-slit that expanded and clamped back with her every upward movement.

Tanvi failed to clock the time.

Khurram didn't. She was already up within five minutes.

"Your time's up, Tanvi. Remove your top", he growled...it was too close to her. 

Tanvi jolted up from where she sat. But, she couldn't. Perplexed, she turned to find Khurram holding her hips with both his hands yet her hold on his shaft remained.

"Khurramji, pleeeese...I beg you. This is not right, I...I cannot do this...you have to understand, I am married and this already crossed so many lines of absurdity...please", she whimpered sns sobbed but both of them kept their holds rigid and tight.

"Tanvi, ok. Let me tell you one more time and this will be the last time. Your married life and as a Mother is already gone forever, and it will remain so if I wishto. Still, despite you agreeing to make me cum, you are not doing it. I am insulted and angry, of course as I have the right. But, again, I am willing to take your request. I will allow you to keep your clothes, if...only if you make me cum...that is...now as you failed three times already, you have to suck me off. Take me in your sweet little mouth and make me cum. If you do it, then I will walk out of here. Otherwise, I will do it my own way"

"Oh-God...pleeese...don't do anything to me...I will...I will", Tanvi didn't realize what she was agreeing to. All she wanted was to get rid of the bad old man from her house...from her life.

"Okay then, sit comfortably and start your service", with another deep grunt, he laid back. But, his right hand still remained on her hips as a warning. A gasp left from her mouth along with wetness forming inside, because unconsciously, she had geared up to do what he asked. 

"So big", she heard her voice as she held the thick appendage with both her hands and made it stand upright...making it look straight at her face. The distance between her mouth and the shaft was hardly a few inches. Her mind started to play tricks as it brought the images of all other male digits that she encountered so far and compared those with the monster that pulsed inside her palms at that moment.

"Move it, Tanvi. Spit on it...I don't have all the time in the world to get going", Khurram grumbled as his penis jolted suddenly and Tanvi had to clutch it hard to stop. The translucent precum was now oozing and spreading over her thin fingers, coating her, making her hands shimmer.

She was suddenly shocked when she saw the cock starting to pulse. She squeezed her thighs together to control her clenching wet pussy, and without her acknowledgement, carnal desire built up like a firecracker. She wanted to stop, but failed as she was caught up in his dirty spell. Tanvi strained her neck forward...to make her head stay above the entire length and leaned slowly. "Good that I tied my hair", a wicked thought came inside her head. Her eyes stayed locked over the large, and swollen cock-head as her entire body felt that she was at the tool's mercy. With discomfort, repulsion, and dreamy willingness, she parted her lips and let a thick drizzle of her drool dropped over the top of his precum coated mushroom-crown. Even before she could take a moment to check the result, her saliva started to spread over the curvature of his penis-head and rolled downwards to coat her both fists.

Tanvi found her hands gliding up and down easier, faster along with the vulgar sloshing sounds that came due to the less friction between his cock skin and her palms. She pumped faster, to finish it. But, along with that thought, the inhuman itch that she felt from her pussy maddened her consciousness.

“See?, it's better now, isn't it?”, Khurram asked with his broken gasps. 

An acknowledgement moan came from her in reply. She was fidgeting where she sat as her hand worked on his cock. "I just want to finish this and be done with you", she heard her voice replying to Khurram inside her head. No voice came out as she tried to move faster over and over the oversized penis. Tanvi saw her holy wedding ring glistening and covered with her saliva and his precum. She couldn't figure out if the act of cheating on her marriage or the fact of holding such a man-tool made her head burn with remorse and thrill. "Oh-God, I shouldn’t be doing this", despite that thought, her hands never left his cock. She continued to pull the skin up and down, even circling around it's massive width a few times. Her pussy wasn't keeping quiet at all, adding to her misery, she felt herself becoming wetter by every passing moment. Without any additional encouragement, and no longer thinking rationally, Tanvi leaned further towards the dark purple cock-head and spit another large dribble, adding more leverage. She felt the heat of her saliva spreading all over fingers and lubing up his penis further, along with the noises of their co-mingled muscles increasing and filling the bedroom.

"Yes, do it more, Tanvi. You are a quick learner", Khurram chuckled in a low voice along with a long satisfied grunt. Tanvi felt his grip on her small waist hardening...creating pin-pricks inside her wet pussy.

She wanted to say "No", but his coarse talks and her heavy arousal stopped her from replying. “Why is this making me so much turn-on? What the hell is wrong with me? Oh-God-help!", another silent voice came into her head.

Khurram's hand on her waist moved a bit forward, and slowly caressed her naked navel. She shuddered at the warmth and the mild pressure his touch delivered. She felt like the solid barrier that she built on her marriage was getting destroyed...slowly...but yes...he was toppling and obliterating every bit of her final defenses. Tanvi wanted to push his hand away, but as his large fingers started sliding around her taut navel, the pretense of animosity started wavering off. All of a sudden, it was her dripping and desperate pussy that claimed control.

Her thoughts got interrupted by a strange tugging sensation at her waist. She was so engaged in the up and down motion over his monolith that she failed to realize what was happening. It was Khurram, using both his hands, holding the waistband of her white legging, pulling it down, tugging to remove it from her body. Her pink panty's waistband was outside a little, giving him another high...

Tanvi failed to respond for a moment as her pussy twitched with arousal and her hands filling with the throbbing shaft.

“Stop, no. I...I am doing what you asked” her voice was broken, yet husky with desire that Khurram noticed immediately. “I already agree to do this Khurramji, please don't do anything bad to me"

"Of course, maybe you didn't realize it...time has gone up from what we agreed. Your promise was to remove one piece of dress if you miss the time. And now, you don't want to remove your bra, and you haven't made me cum till now, I think it's fair to remove one more piece of your dress...leggings it shall be", he grumbled and Tanvi couldn't look at his face. Instead, she tried to shift back on her knees, and he stopped immediately by grabbing her waist.

"Pleeeeese Khurraji, I am begging you. I will make you cum...just a few more minutes, please", her eyes teared up with suffocation of failure.

"Okay, in that case, use your mouth", his retort was straight...brutal...and hit the core of her simple heart.

Tanvi froze as her ears picked up the suggestion from the disgustful old man. She wasn't able to digest the fact that she sucked the tool that she held already a few days ago. It felt alien...and unholy, an insult to her integrity, something that she couldn't just let go, despite her pussy screaming for something it was desperate for.

Khurram's eyes focused on his young companion. He was well aware that breaking her was not going to be an easy task, and all the work he laid out to make this happen was not going to be wasted. Yet, he wanted to push her to the limits, so that she blossomed out from protective shell. "You really want me to cum, right? If yes, exposing your naked body will help, that's the only way"

"Please...I can't do that...I am already doing this Khurramji, please...I don't want to destroy my marriage, please"

"You keep on chanting the same thing over and over, Tanvi. Look, I gave you a choice already. Either you allow me to remove these leggings, or you suck me off, either of them will help", his voice was stern and gave her no room for any other choice.

Tanvi realized the losing battle. And, all of it had to do with the filthy cock that she held. It was just freaking huge, proudly menacing, and for some reason, she knew that sucking it would trigger the cum that he was desperate for and also answer the call of her sinful pussy. She felt arousal kicking in through every nerve endings of her body, pricking her nipples that were now harder than stones, strained inside her bra and the dam that was ebbing to release between her legs.

Her thoughts jumped when she heard a low chuckle from the old man.

"That's right, Tanvi. Knead both of it together", Khurram grunted.

Unknowingly, immersed in her thoughts, Tanvi gasped with shock when she saw her hands squeezing and stroking his massive balls. She couldn't remember when she left his shaft and started tugging and rubbing his testicles. The skin was slick with her saliva, but massive. Just like he asked, she moved both her fists to knead and smother the round balls like a plaything.

"Suck me, Tanvi", another statement. To Khurram's surprise, there was no answer from the young woman this time. And, adding to his surprise, he looked down at his shaft.

Tanvi's brain dropped the rational side of it. The next moment, she saw herself closing the distance between what she held in her hands and her mouth that dripped with drool. 

"Aargh", a croaking groan, came out of Khurram.

Tanvi's parted lips wrapped over the large, swollen head of his penis. It's salty flavour hit her sweet buds and the smell of his precum and her saliva went deep into her nose and head. Then the size of the head filled her mouth's cavity. In less than a few seconds, Tanvi breathed through her nose, with his penis-head fully lodged inside her hot mouth. If she turned back, she would see the triumphant look on the devilish old man. Another groan from him proved to her that she was giving him the prize that he had dreamt for quite a long time.

Once she gave in, Tanvi scooted her hips a bit more on the bed, making her upper body to rest mid-way over Khurram's lower body, over his belly, and the left side of her body cushioning firmly against his naked right side. There was no more pretense or push-backs. She pulled back a little from his cock-head, and parting her lips further, to it's maximum stretch, Khurram felt her hungrily swallowing and gulping his mushroom head, with a little of his length entering inside her mouth. Khurram groaned when he felt her tongue moving around his tool. To Tanvi, it didn't feel like she submitted, instead, it was a test that she was taking. She had to make sure his eruption was finite. Her eyes were closed and clamped tight and her actions lost in the humiliation and lust as her head moved up and down, gaining momentum with each passing moment, as if she was trying to guide his cock to enter her deep...deeper...deepest part of her mouth. 

Her pussy clenched and unclenched in sporadic oscillations. Khurram in parallel was managing her naked back all over, from her neck to her legging waistband, with both his hands. It was soft, erotic, and sensual movements. He deliberately avoided opening her bra clamp, as they were bound to a promise. Every move that his fingers made on her fair and taut skin, her entire back and pussy fired up. Every time, his hands reached her waistband, she would open her mouth wider, to take more of him along with a jerk from her folded body, making her half upturned hips and ass to jerk and jolt.

By this time, Tanvi had lost all the conscious effort to stop herself. She was guiding herself to suck more and more of his magnitude. It was an unconscious response to her suppressed carnal hunger. An answer given to her predicament. She recalled how Dattu's cock felt inside her mouth, how easy she was able to suck it full, and in comparison to what held currently, she couldn't do anything much other than sucking as Khurram's cock was stuffed to the brim of what her throat could take inside of it.

"Move your hands like your are making your favorite Banana Muffin dough, Tanvi"

Hearing his words, she put in all her efforts to her sleazed activity.

Khurram recognized the pattern clearly. He moved his right hand to trace down the legging waistband while his left hand kneaded and massaged her shoulder blades, sides of her breasts and lower back. He saw her soaked pink panty through the white leggings. It was so clear...the wet spot at her crotch was not small, almost her entire groin was clearly wet. The moment his fingers trailed over that area, she jolted and made her lower back ride higher up, allowing him complete access. Khurram even doubted that if she was silently asking him to take over or not, then he realized it as the wanton actions of the woman who was possessed and lost control of her sexual frustrations and cravings.

A second later, his middle finger traced the outline of her pussy over the white legging.

"Aannghh...mm...nnnoo..ghmm", carnal moans and gasps left Tanvi's throat between the tiny gaps between her stretched lips and his cock. Inside her head, she saw a firecracker lightening and bursting the very moment the old man's finger created it's electric spark. She wanted him to stop touching her, but it felt good...it was like a balm to her wounded soul.

Khurram sat up in his elbows looking down at the woman who seemed to be lost and possessed by her own demons.

Tanvi bobbed herself up and down on the old man's cock to gulp the maximum possible limit that her body allowed. She had a long tongue that she always kept hidden, in past, her college friends used to tease her about it. But now, her subconscious realized it's true purpose. Her tongue lapped inside the mouth's cavity squishing his cock all around it's girth, it moved over his penis like a serpent. She had never done oral servicing by her will, other than to Sanjoth. The other three were forced on her...the visions of Abhijeet's cock entering entering and exiting along with his cum-exchange with Sharda made her hips jerk involuntarily against the alien finger. The image of Mehta's penis pumping it's seed into her gullet made her whimper with increased lust. It was the thought of Dattu, her milkman's dirty cock spilling and she licking and slurping his tool and cumming inside her mouth made her wiggle her hips and grind her cunt against the thick finger. "Dattu", that name alone made her cunt spew some more of it's toxic grease outwards and the image of her milkman's frail unconscious figure lying in the dark, on her corridor, the way she sucked his dark penis into her mouth, it's dirty musk, it's filthy smell, and the way how it felt inside her mouth, how she licked and rolled her tongue all over his low-life penis and scrotum, how much her saliva coated Dattu's cock, and the way it propelled it's contents, all of those sleazy images created punishing edge to what she was doing with the old man.

Khurram remained passive and slowly increased the momentum on Tanvi's pussy. He was fascinated by the response he received. She was voluntarily thrusting her hips to meet his finger. He wanted to pull her legging and panty down and punish her pussy just like she craved for. Yet, he maintained his finger movements. He used his other hand to rest on her head that was furiously bobbing up and down on his cock, all by herself. With that going, he other hand rested on her ass-cheeks with it's middle finger pressed and lodged deep against the wet crevice of her pussy. 

Tanvi was close...very close...her body recognized it. The images of her sleazy activities vanished and focused on how she serviced Dattu remained in front of closed eyes while performing her current activity. She was well aware of the old man's hands and what his finger was doing to her. Yet, she sucked his magnitude. For reasons unknown to her, Tanvi wanted to gulp more of the penis that she could hold inside, but her throat stopped, she gagged, choked, yet she continued suckling and licking on the stone-hard shaft. Drool spilled out of her mouth, coating the large specimen, she was no longer holding his phallus, instead, she was squeezing both his balls with her hands. One after other, one against another, rolling, holding, smothering with her saliva. Her hips started to wobble up and down in the most carnal manner against his hand and finger. She wanted it more than him. During those hellish moments, she failed to recognize how her lower body responded against the old man.

Khurram moved his middle finger forward, down, further than she would ever allow in her normal mindset, to reach and touch the core of her womanhood.

It happened!

His middle-finger tip pressed on her clitoris!!

Tanvi gasped and screamed through her wrapped lips and mouth!!!

Khurram kept the pressure on her clit through her legging...through her panty...Hard...Right over her engorged clit muscle. Using his thumb, he pressed into the area where her asshole was. Both his fingers dug...deep...into her two married crevices...

Tanvi's thoughts were wrecked. The pleasure points that she protected with her life were tarnished, destroyed as Khurram pulled the life out of her semi-conscious body. She felt her pussy caving in, her hips curving upwards to match his finger thrusts, and Khurram watched the magnificent arch of her lower back curving into the most delicious manner that made his mouth water, and the only thing he wanted at that moment was to pull her up and dip his mouth into her holes. Instead, he wiggled his thumb against her anal area and middle-finger over her clitoris...jamming against her two most critical and sensitive points...making sure he was delivering what she was voicelessly begging for.

It was the moment of truth.

Tanvi's bowel and abdomen contracted.

Khurram felt the burn from his testicles, at the same time.

"Aargggh, yess, milk it Tanvi...milk me...aaaarggh!!!", Khurram barked like an animal with his hips lurched up and down matching the sucking that the poor mother delivered at his command.

"Mmm...aaghh", Tanvi screamed through her clenched lips on the thick and slimy cock as her fiery cunt started to spew, her thigh muscles squeezed and pressured as his fingers kneaded and punishingly pressed on her most sensitive muscle was way too much that anyone ever did to her...similar to her female lover, but this time, it was forceful in a way that her body surrendered completely, the old man was delivering exactly what her body was begging for...

In a lightning movement, Khurram sat up and pulled Tanvi from his cock. Even before the bewildered Tanvi could react, using his free, left hand, he caught her neck and brought her face to his mouth. Her hips thrusted back and forth where the old man still kept his hand firm...fingers kneading her pleasure points...

Tanvi was unprepared for what happened next. 

Khurram, briefly looking into her confusion, lurched forward, and captured her saliva dripping mouth, in a rough, yet passionate kiss. He held her neck from behind, forcing her face into the kiss, while maintaining his hold on her lower bottom intact, and in fact, increasing the massage on her pulsing clit. The rest of his right palm held her ass-cheeks in a way that she couldn't make even a tiny move from the constricted way she kneeled on her bed. Her legs squirmed against each other, squeezing her cunt walls to propel it's contents and his muscular thighs gave the comfort that her pussy was desperately calling for.

Tanvi felt like she was drugged, overwhelmed by the sudden aggression, towards a man whom she loathed and wanted nothing to do with. Yet, the indifference of her rational mind and subconscious were completely opposite. Her arms moved automatically, dbanging over the giant, old man's naked and sweaty shoulders. Her lips parted within his mouth's hold, and long tongue darted into his cavern. Khurram felt her slippery tongue stroking his mouth's insides, teasing, tantalising, coaxing and wrestling to take control. She moaned against the wretched, old man. Her mind was unable to resist the pleasure she was about to receive any moment that her brain registered to be released any moment to happen. Her nipples thrusted and gruelled against the hairless, and powerful chest creating the sparks that she never felt in her married sex life. It was completely a different experience than what she ever felt from her husband. The tingling and sinful desire that was welled up all this while inside her that overpowered the last restrain of her denying mind. Even though she felt that tiny spark of denial, her pussy overtook that last ray of normalcy...the greed, the lust, and the fire inside her cascaded a veil of carnal release. She heard the vulgar, squishing noises from her pussy filling the room, and responding to it, her tongue slipped further into Khurram's mouth, her hands wrestled against his shoulders, her breasts crushed against his wide chest, and her hips moved up, down and around the grip of his right hand, especially his thumb and middle finger. Without her knowledge, she was using her long tongue to dart deeper into his mouth, caressing, fighting, and finally succumbing...

Their bodies joined into the obscene kiss as both gave in to the filthy, dirty and taboo lust. Her bra covered breasts crushed against his chest. She felt a huge relief when her hardened nipples were replied with some sort of friction, and with that feeling, her hands moved all over his neck, shoulders, and face moving the obscenity into a passionate embrace...like long lost lovers meeting after a lifetime. 

Tanvi moved her right hand away from Khurram's shoulder and caught his slick penis. Without his ask, she pumped it up and down, matching the feverish kiss, and the momentum that he placed on her cunt.

Tanvi felt the familiar sharp pain inside her cunt!

Khurram sensed the heat of her palm moving away from his testicles!

"Aaaah...right...aaah!!!", Tanvi screeched by pulling away from the kiss and her entire body came to a freezing halt, with only her legs and hips jerking and thrusting against Khurram's dirty ministrations.

Her frozen body started to jerk with sporadic, massive jolts of electric pulses that took over her consciousness. Khurram pinched her clitoris and pushed his thumb into her vaginal opening, and without her knowledge a small portion of his thick thumb wedged between her wet and welcoming cunt, through her pink panty. The pressure made her brain go blank, as her pussy released torrent after torrent of her orgamic fluids through the confines created by Khurram's thumb and panty, the extreme pleasure was from her clit, that he squished and pinched between his middle and index fingers. Moans became screams, and screams turned into screeches. Her eyes remained shut, overpowered by her carnal lust of otgasmic bliss.

"Ouuuh...hmph...aaaah", Tanvi couldn't control even a single muscle in her body, except her tongue that was locked into his kiss, and her cunt locked agaisnt his fingers, her entire system was focused on the release of her lifetime.

"AARGGHH", the loud groan made her snap her eyes open. She was now bent in the same place where she was before the dirty kiss. She saw with glee that the penis-slit was pulsing and jerking like crazy. He was cumming...without Khurram asking, she plunged herself into his cock, taking him deep inside her mouth, once again, without him forcing her, filling her lust with his cock, as if a conquering queen, she sucked hard...using both hands, she pulled his cock skin down...sucked up...then again...again...Khurram still maintained the pressure on her cunt, she was not done cumming...he knew it...and he wanted her to go through the maximum pleasure release...as it was vital to his laid out plans...yet the pressure from his groin was way too much to ignore. His eyes closed, his throat grunted...

Tanvi's eyes were closed, she didn't want the world to see what her cheating mouth was doing. She wanted to taste the flavour of the foul seed from the dirty old man's cock. Her hips bucked hard as her cunt continued to release the sinful orgasm, and her mouth slowly focused over his over-swollen cock-head, as she prepared herself to wait was about to release. Her tongue never stopped wriggling over his entire bloated cock-head. Her throat continued to clench over his massive size that was forcing it's entry. It was her gullet that stopped her from gagging out.

Finally, with a long and loud grunt, Khurram held Tanvi's head from above as his organ started spurting out it's first, thick and gooey load of cum, filling her entire mouth with it's first torrent.

Tanvi's brain was locked inside the most foul and dirty place from where she failed to realize that Khurram was squishing her clit between his thumb and middle finger. An action that made her head go blank, and she felt a blanket of blackness overpowering her, taking over. She gulped the thick, and saltish flavoured liquid filling inside her mouth, she felt his dense sperm bolting and moving past her throat, her tonsils and finally getting deposited inside her intestine. A memory etched in her brain...forever. 

Then she passed out.

Khurram looked his spurting cock slipping out of the young woman's lips and her head falling onto his right thigh...blacking out in her action. His cock continued to spray. From the angle Tanvi lay on his leg, his next torrents sprayed over her upturned backside. Thrilled beyond his imagination and plans, Khurram took hold of his cock and milked by pointing the rest of his spurts to coat her exposed back. Within next few minutes, he squeezed out his entire load...each one powerful than previous, thick, smokey, and greyish cum sprayed and plastered all through the naked skin of Tanvi, from the back of her neck, through her shoulder blades, through her small back, till her waistband...to his surprise, few drops got deposited on her upturned ass, over her leggings. With a satisfied groan, he smiled at the semi-naked beauty lying face down next to him, and his smile broaded when he noticed the mild jerks of her hips...she was still in her blissful eruption. 

Khurram moved very slowly to stretch backwards and pulled out his mobile phone that he kept to record their session which he couldn't and dismissed it regretfully. But, this was better. With a vile smile, he opened the camera app, and took a good picture of the young mother, who had passed out and resting herself on his muscular thigh, and the most erotic scene was his cock, still in it's majestic size, resting peacefully and spent on her left shoulder with her entire backside covered in the numerous dollop of his cum. Once he was satisfied with the photos, he kept it aside and slowly pushed her away from his leg and laid her face down of the bed, and while looking down, he saw the naked and fair skin of her back, gleaming in a mix of sweat and his cum, shining in off-white, creamy and thick, along with transparent petals of her sweat. He didn't wanted to disturb her sleep, as he knew, if he did that, the whole episode would have turned into most devastating results. He walked into the toilet and slowly cleaned himself, without making much noise. Once done, he came out naked, with a wicked grin. 

He was ready for second round, and this was the one he wanted to happen, all the while since he first met her.

Suddenly, her phone rang a reminder call. It was in the living room, but the faint noise made her open her eyes from the blissful orgasmic stupor.

She felt flushed, and confused, and horny beyond all reason. She was fully aware of what she did with Khurram…

Her eyes slowly focused on reality. Her eyes snapped open with horror when she saw the vile old man, standing in front of her in all his naked glory. His pendulum dangling down like a reminder of her infidelity. Her face dropped with shame and remorse, but her eyes stationed on his appendage that hung downwards like a serpent, waiting for it's prey.

"Now, you are ready", a growl.

"Oh-My-God! Oh-God!! You! You...You...GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!", Tanvi screamed furiously as she stood up on her feet, still feeling her knees not having enough power to keep her steady. 

Khurram remained unmoving, with the nasty grin as he looked at her heaving breasts that her bra hardly concealed hwr wobbling breasts and her wasted look with his cum and saliva smothered all over chin and mouth. "No, I want this to be complete...now...and you are going to give me what I want, Tanvi", he growled back.

"Kids! Oh-God! My Kids! They are here!", the thought of her children arriving from college rushed into her head as her mobile reminder kept on buzzing from living room.

"Pleeeeese Khurramji, I beg of you. Please leave. My kids will be here any moment, and you can't be here...not like this", she had to blurt everything she felt.

"No!", his answer was brutal and stance was defiant to her pleas.

A honk from the auto-driver who brought her kids back home made her shudder with shock. There was nothing left to talk, no more time. Otherwise the kids would rush inside. Without taking another moment to argue with the crazed old man, she took her Kurti from floor where she dropped it earlier, and wore it swiftly over her head and ran out to the parking lot, without looking back. If she did, she would've seen the wicked smirk on Khurram's face.

"Mommy!!", both her kids jumped out of the Auto and ran towards her. As she took their bags and started walking back, she heard the auto driver saying something. She turned back to check what it was.

"Madam, you were working, maybe cooking?", the auto driver had a sleazy smile when he asked again.

"Hmm, no, I wasn't. Why?", Tanvi was perplexed. 

"No, you are full of sweat. I just thought you might have been busy cooking when we came" his reply was further sleazy as he looked at the hot bodies woman. His eyes roamed over her breasts as the Kurti was tight, and through her white legging covered legs, shapely and erotically tantalising. He was reminiscing the one scene that he got last time when he entered her house. That view itself was enough for him to shag off countless times imagining how she would look naked.

"Hmm...no...but thank you for asking. I need to go", she replied and turned back to her home.

"If you need anything, please call me, Madamji", he just reminded as she walked away. "I will taste you one day, for sure", words came out of his mouth without him realising that he was talking loud.

As Tanvi entered her home, she was relieved to see her bedroom door closed. Her kids had gone to their room to freshen up. While thinking about what the Auto driver said, she felt dirty, all over. The backside of her Kurti was not feeling good. She had to freshen up...remove the dirty old man from her thoughts...from her life. With that thought, she opened the doors and entered.

Tanvi froze!

Khurram was standing right where she left him! With the same smirk on his face!! The only difference was, he was dressed.

"Khurramji!!! You need to go...now!!", she tried to soften her voice, but she was serious.

"Well, ok. I will go. But, now as you failed to deliver your promise, I need you at the Gym, once you settle your kids"

"No! Never! It was my mistake, I am not going to allow this to happen again! No. I will not!", she grunted with anger.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I will better call that silly husband of yours, Sanjoth and show this to him. Let him decide on what to do next", as he replied with a smug smile, he opened his phone and showed the picture of her head on his thigh, with his giant penis resting over her shoulder blade, along with the cum deposit spread all over her naked back.

Tanvi looked at the phone screen with horror-struck eyes. As sharp pinch of pain shot up from her spine to her head. It hit her to core, making her paralized without any rational response coming forth.

"You...you...you can't do this to me. No...you can't", tears swelled up into her eyes as her reality was no longer how she imagined it to be. She was a adultress now, a cheating woman, a wife with no morality, a mother with no honor. She looked at the proof of her sleaziness to it's entirety. The image created millions of thorns to pierce her torn heart.

"I didn't do anything, Tanvi. You did. It was you who sucked me off. It was you who made me cum like this. And, trust me, if you are not at the Gym later today, I will not stop from showing this to Sanjoth, and possibly others too"

"Khurramji, pleeeease...I...I made a mistake. I admit it, I was lost in the moment and I did things that no sane woman would do. I am sorry...but please, please don't make this more harder than it is...please leave now...I beg you", she sobbed and sat on the edge of her bed.

'Wear that last one of the special gym dress that you have, you agreed, and I leave", Khurram was defiant.

"Ok...okay...I will...but, please go", with broken words and sobs, she replied with dreadful agreement.

"Alright, I will wait. Oh, and Tanvi, change your top", with a devious laugh, Khurram walked out.

Tanvi heaved with relief when the man whom she loathed, left her alone. Her head swarmed with all kinds of thoughts, including suicide. The shame of what she did, the weight of cheating, and finally the fact that how much her body responded to her carnal call, made her vision go blur. Gathering her thoughts, she stood up and looked at the man-sized mirror on one of her wardrobe door. She saw a completely wasted woman, whom she couldn't recognize, looking back at her. Slowly, she turned sideways, then backwards, and tilted her head back to check her backside...the view from Khurram's phone...

"Oh God-No!", a muffled gasp came from her when she looked her upper back. The Kurti seemed like, it was drenched with sweat, when it was not. It was the cum deposit of Khurram that smeared all through, from her shoulder blades till her lower back...she then realized why the Auto driver commented her being sweaty. 

Shame!

Remorse!!

Suffocation!!!

More than the three emotions, it was the image of her naked back smeared with the old man's cum that made her knees lose their balance. The weight of what she did, forced her to cry. Then she cried, nothing was normal anymore, she knew it. She had succumbed to her lust, finally. And she had to pay for that one error...the error of her lifetime. 

She pulled her Kurti out and ran into the bathroom to dip into an empty bucket. It felt heavy...with his fluids. The stench filled the small toilet within seconds. Tanvi was lost suddenly, the masculine odour of his semen created an itch inside her womanhood. Despite the need to remove her thoughts from what she did, her brain brought forth the images and the feel on his inhuman sized penis diving in and out of her mouth. The flavour of his cum came outside throught her gullet. She gulped it back, but it overwhelmed her consciousness. Within next few seconds, she removed her bra, her leggings, and her panty to throw into the same bucket with water, but the toilet witnessed her jumping into a cold shower with her hands frigging her pointed nipples and cunt, furiously. Her eyes were clamped shut, her body wobbled like she was getting fucked while standing, and her fingers worked in and out of her hairy pussy, like she was posessed by a demon. Her body wanted a release...desperately...her taste buds brought forth the flavour of his cum again and again into her mouth, she gulped and recalled how much her cunt loved the attention that Khurram delivered. Her closed head brought images of the old man using his obnoxiously large fingers to squeeze inside her rectum and pussy. It was that moment...the moment Khurram's thumb pressed at her vaginal entrance...that was the same moment she replayed again and again while her fingers dug deep inside her womanhood to churn out what it was supposed to propel. 

"Aaaaahmmm...daa'me...mmm", a deep, long moan came out from her as cold water washed from head to toe and her cunt released it...the gooey cum spilled out of her pussy through her fingess and the water washed away through her legs as her body jolted and jerked through the powerful orgasm she delivered onto herself.

Once done, a long and deep gasp of relief came out of Tanvi's lungs. She blinked to clear her eyes as the shower clogged her vision. It took a minute for her to realise what she did. Her knees gave away. She crouched under the shower, crying her heart out. After few minutes, the thought of her children helped her to bring some sort of normalcy. She tried her best to brush away any other ray of sleazinges from overpowering her activities. Once the kids were fed, and left to play, her mind brought her back to her reality.

Tanvi sat with her coffee in hand and heaved by thinking what to do next. As the children were out of house, she got the much needed 'alone' time to gather her thoughts. By this time, she had reached the conclusion of what she did. Though, full of remorse, for losing her grounds and falling prey to the vile old man's bidding, she wasn’t a lost soul. The fact that her body betrayed her was the hard part that she had to digest. Yet, deep inside, she knew that it was inevitable. She was to blame, and only one to blame, Tanvi was fully aware of it as well. Her thoughts wandered on what she ahd to do next. That was the challenge she had in front of her to address.

Tanvi picked her phone and dialled.

"Hi Tanvi! Long time, I thought you completely forgot me", the bubbly voice of Sylvie made Tanvi to heave with relief. 

Tanvi couldn't reply, sobs of remorse hit her like a tidal wave. She cried. 

"Hey, Tanvi, Madam, I mean...what happened? Tell me, Tanvi...Oh-God, shall I come over? Are you okay?", multiple questions came from a very much concerned Sylvie.

"Yeah, Yes, I am fine...I mean, no...I am not, Sylvie", Tanvi continued to sob.

"But, tell me please, Tanvi. You need to tell me what happened, I am here for you, anything...please tell", Sylvie also felt sad suddenly for the poor, crying woman, her friend.

"Sylvie, I...I did a bad thing, I mean, I did lots of bad things recently, and...and I don't know my life anymore", Tanvi paused.

"Understood, but Tanvi, please...stop worrying for a moment and tell me...tell me everything, please, I am here for you, always", Sylvie pacified her friend.

"Yes, I know. That's why I wanted to talk with you", Tanvi paused again and spilled everything to her friend, her guardian. She started from the day she started living in the Complex, meeting Khurram and Safiya, how they took her under their wings, Sanjoth's infidelity and his interactions with his office flings, other women, with Safiya, with Maahi, what she did with Abhijeet, the night of masked encounter, her naked night out with Dattu where almost had her, Sharda's proposal, their night at Upendra's mansion, what she did with Hansa and how it reached Upendra, her encounters with Khurram at the gym, her fights with Sanjoth, her sleazy thoughts and actions that finally culminated in the unholy activity happened earlier that day with Khurram. Finally, she broke down completely, sobbing hard into the phone, to Sylvie who was dumbstruck after hearing all the incidents.

"Okay, my-God...you went through all os this alone...goodness..look Tanvi, I can come to you right now. You are not alone. I also was part of your issues, and I want to make it right for you"

"No, no, Sylvie, you don't need to. I will manage somehow. I have to. I brought this mess all by myself, and I will have to find a way through, even if it means I die coming out", her sobs were mild but tears fell out of her eyes.

"No Tanvi, you should never talk like this. You will...we will come out of this tangle. Now, as I understand, Khurram has your photo, and we don't know with who all he shared it. We need to stop him from doing that okay, that's the first thing to do. All the rest, we can discuss in person, I will come over, okay, don't think of doing anything that we will regret", Sylvie added the words carefully.

"Yes, it makes sense. Thank you Sylvie", Tanvi relaxed after a long time.

"I will start from here next week and, I will be there. I want to come right now, but things here are haywire after my . Let me settle things here"!

"No, Sylvie. Don't come today. I need to gather my thoughts. Let me handle this for now, and I will call you afterwards. I am glad that you are with me, that's all it matters"

"Alright, and Tanvi, please remove any unwanted thoughts, okay. We will find a way out of this, I promise", Sylive made one more effort to support her friend before disconnecting the call.

Tanvi felt better. Her head felt less clouded than prior to her call with Sylvie. However, the fact of she being in a mess still lingered. Her brain worked a bit better than before as she made up her mind on how to handle Khurram. She walked into her wardrobe and took out the one package from Upendra's shop that was never opened.

She gasped with shock when she pulled the contents. Tanvi held it in her hands as if it was dirt. More she looked at it, more she knew why Khurram asked her to wear it. 

In her hands, there hung two piece of apparel. It wasn't a gym wear. It was pure lingerie, that too, one of the most vulgar one that she ever saw in her life. It was a black set of bra and panty, if she could call it that. Both were a set of strings. The bra was just a string, neck-tie setup, but the areas where the nipples were supposed to be, there were hole, two clear holes that would in fact expose her nipples, and as the rest being strings, it would just be there on her...only for viewing...no purpose. Worse was the panty, it was again string type, thinner than a G-String, and with a long slit that would clearly make her entire pussy to be exposed through the slit.

Tanvi felt a heavy pain at her groin with each moment she spent holding and looking at it.

Khurram's intentions were clear to her now. He wanted her at his mercy, at the gym, to do anything that he wished to do to her. Like an absolute plaything on his hands. The more she thought of it, the more she got angry and sad. She wished that she never allowed herself to fall into her lustful cravings, as all her wrongdoings finally ended up with her falling right into the vile old man's trap. Tanvi couldn't find a solution to her mess, but after her call with Sylvie, she felt a ray of hope. There would be something she can do to fix this at least, to some extend.

Finally, once she was ready to meet her fate, she called in Sharda and asked her to be at home till she finished her gym. Sharda, in her subdued mode, couldn't engage with Tanvi to explore the matter she wanted to, and remained at Tanvi's home. 

Tanvi walked with brisk steps...with a heart that was beating out of her chest with every step she took forward. 

The moment of her final denouncement was reaching it's destination...

She felt the merciless intensity of the most primitive heat starting to burn her soul...