A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-66:


"Tanvi, open this damn door now, or else I do just like what I said, and I think you don't want it that way", he paused. "All I need is a good drink, and a good talk, that's all", Khurram growled and his overall demeanour made her knees shudder with fear.


Out of all her thoughts one point was crystal clear to Tanvi. Something bad was coming at her...there was a surety to that thought!

Tanvi couldn't make up her mind on her next move!

She couldn't figure out what she had to do!

Khurram’s presence loomed over her!

The silence finally broke as Tanvi took a step forward, her fingers trembling as she wiped the lock of the grille and parted it open. Like a waking nightmare, she saw the towering, gaunt figure of the vile old man moving past her, his sheer physical presence forcing her eyes to recoil against the grille that she just opened. He marched into her safe-sanctuary with a sickening sense of empowerment, and finally dropped his unwelcome frame into the single-seater recliner.



The recliner sat directly against the large glass window where Tanvi had stood a thousand times, watching her children's bright silhouettes and cheerful voices that ran around the turquoise pool and the lust mini-jungle where she went for her jogging as well. She felt a heartbeat, bringing all those sweet and colorful memories flashing vividly in front of her, and the next moment, all of it to be brutally severed, the old man's hulking presence replacing those beautiful images. Just by taking a look at him, his arrogant smirk on his lips as if he was scorning her, Tanvi felt a heat-wave of loathing boiling up somewhere deep in her stomach.



She clearly noticed how he sank onto the single recliner as if he owned it. She didn't realize when she took the first step inside her living room, but for some unknown reason, the grille remained unlocked, as if her subconscious wanted to kick the wretched man out, any moment. 


"I don't want this to happen, I should do anything to get him out of my home", she heard her own voice surging up with a raw and primal hatred to an extent that she felt almost choking her throat.

"Get me something to drink, Tanvi. No coffee or tea please"

"But, I don't have anything else", her response was spot on. She didn’t want him in there.

"I am sure you'd find something for me, check", his answer was also equally spot-on...defying her...

With a meek nod, Tanvi went into the Kitchen. She knew there was an unopened bottle of Wine which Sanjoth brought when he visited Dubai the previous month. He kept it stored away, saying that it had more alcohol content than normal wine, it was a Japanese one, and he bought it specially for her. She had no option than carrying it to Khurram with a glass.

With a meek, reluctant nod, Tanvi went to her kitchen. Her movements were heavy due to the growing sense of dread that started building from her stomach and became unbearable to contain. She knew where her head led her to, an unopened bottle of wine was buried deep inside one of the kitchen drawers, brought by her husband Sanjoth from his last trip from Dubai. She recalled him telling her that it was a potent Japanese vintage wine with much higher alcohol content than usual, and kept it for special occasions to celebrate with her. The irony of the situation turned her dread into a severe pain at her throat because she recalled her husband's words and her feelings when he gifted this wine to her, a token of their beautiful past, though it did not remain now yet it was a comforting reminder. Her eyelids flicked at where Khurram sat waiting for her and as she looked at his large frame, the pain from her throat almost loomed up to become a sort of cough. Muffling it her best, she carried the wine bottle and a single glass to the living room, and placed it on the small table next to where he sat.

Khurram leaned back to the soft recliner cushions, his eyes tracking the young wife's every step like a vulture. As she reached near him, he saw her submission written over her face, mixed with a touch of protest - exact emotions that he wanted from her. He felt his loins burning and relaxed further. 

"What? Am I to drink alone? Get one more glass and the opener for this, Tanvi. Don't be a prude"

Tanvi walked back again into her Kitchen and returned with another glass and opener. With every step she took, she felt that it was someone else in her body. She was so desperate to shout and kick him out of her house, but the knowledge that her actions would destroy her life to it's entirety, made her oblige.

Tanvi retreated into her kitchen once again, this time her movements were too mechanical and brought a second glass. With each step she took to meet the waiting man, a sickning dissociation washed over her, as if a strage ghost of her own self was walking instead of her. A sob clawed at the exact point where her throat pained, she just wanted to lash out at the old man who intruded her home, violating her privacy. Yet, with what she knew so far of her situation, Tanvi failed to ignite that firestorm, and utterly failed to defend her life she spent all those years buulding, leaving her no choice but to swallo her rage and wait for what was oncoming.

Khurram, gleefully took the opener and glass from her and poured half a glass of wine for both.

"Here you go, Cheers, Tanvi", he lifted his wine to hers.

With trembling hands, she knocked his wine glass once and took a sip, just a small one.

Khurram gleefully took the opener and glass from her, his movements predatory and far too comfortable in her home. He filled the deep burgundy colored, potent wine into both glasses, the liquid looking like a blood sacrifice in the dim light.

"Here you go, Cheers, Tanvi," he said, lifting his wine to hers with a sickeningly familiar wink.

With trembling hands, she took a sip, just a small one. The alcohol burned her throat, but it couldn't drown out the static in her brain. She felt like a children’s toy being moved by invisible strings, her skin crawling where his shadow fell over her. Every instinct screamed at her to shatter the glass and drive a shard into his throat, but the paralyzing fear of her life collapsing into dust kept her frozen in her own skin.

"Oh, come on Tanvi, I am not here to kill you or anything. Please, relax and be with me. I am not that bad of a person," he grinned, making her relax a little.

“But you are a bad man”, she heard herself saying that in her head. The thought was a pathetic, silent whimper against his suffocating presence. Her momentary calm vanished instantly as Khurram leaned back, his eyes turning sharp and drilling deep into her body, stripping her naked part by part with a single look. He was savoring her discomfort, feeding off the way her breath hitched as he prepared to drag her back into the filth of the previous day.

"So, Tanvi, tell me something. I know that there were times that I pushed you into 'things' that you said you don't want to. But, yesterday, more than twice I found you, taking the lead and doing 'things' that you screamed you didn't want to do" Khurram gave a heavy pause and continued.

"Tell me, how did that happen?" He took a sip of his wine and sat back, relaxed, his eyes never leaving hers.

"That...I mean...it just happened, I...I am sorry", Tanvi stuttered to find one clear statement with logic and found none. Her mind was a chaotic blur of shame as she remembered the traitorous heat of the wine spreading in her blood, the way her own body had buckled and craved the very violation she claimed to hate. She felt exposed, not just by his words, but by the disgusting truth that her anatomy had a mind of its own, independent of her dignity.

"Well, it's understandable. Let me ask a straight question, and your honest answer will help you here, like, right now, with me", he paused to look at her reaction.

"Yes"

"What I want to ask is, was it really your first time, I mean, other than Sanjoth?"

His question totally made Tanvi to shudder. She didn’t expect such a direct question. She felt the walls closing in, the air thick with the smell of the sweat and the expensive wine that was the possession of her husband Sanjoth but now it’s owner was the old man Khurram. She sensed the large man was trying to dig into her secrets, looking for the cracks in her "virtuous wife" facade, wanting to confirm that she was just as corrupted as he imagined her to be.

"Listen, I am asking you again, and I need an honest, a real, honest, answer. Was it your first experience with someone other than your husband? Take a moment, but I need your full honesty", Khurram’s voice was heavy, measured and his eyes drilled into hers.

"Yes, it was," she replied with a half-truth. She knew she wasn’t being honest, but she feared how it would turn out if she blurted out everything she had done during the past few months. This was not her friend Sylvie, whom she could confide in; this was Khurram, the evil old man who would use every detail of her past infidelities to crush her beneath his thumb.

"Okay, I can understand, and if it was so, then, tell me how you feel about what we did. To me, your body betrayed your real feelings, but your words and actions were opposite. Did you like what we did?", he took another sip of the wine and nodded to her to drink as well.

Tanvi took a big gulp, as she felt that the heat of the liquid would give her some peace before answering. 

"No, Khurramji, I didn’t. You are correct about me being lost a few times but, I really don’t like how you are taking advantage of my situation", even as she said it, she felt the lie curling and pinching inside her stomach. 

She hated him, yes, but the memory of that abnormally huge thing of this old man created devilish friction making her thighs to jolt and clamp together to contain the ache from her sinful groin that spurted out of her panty with a shameful, involuntary pulse.

"Alright, now we are getting there. This is the first honest statement that you said so far. I am fully aware that my 'cock' isn't the first one that you tested other than your husband's", he paused again.

"No! Oh-No-Khurramji...it was...honestly…no one. You are the first man that I have been with other than Sanjoth. But, please, let's not talk more on this, Khurramji. I need you to leave my home, please", she wasn’t sure why she was replying with words that the devil old man wanted to hear.

She felt like a cornered animal, baring its teeth while its legs gave way. The sheer vulgarity of the language he used, and the way he threw the word ‘cock’ at her like a physical blow to her stomach and made her want to catch her lower belly to stop from crying out.

"Hmm... that's not going to happen, Tanvi. There are a few things that I asked you to do earlier and you didn't do those. So, we will play the same game that we did yesterday in the bedroom, right now, right here!"

"NO! No! Khurramji, no! You cannot bring that up again", Tanvi almost yelled as both her hands came up to cover her chest, as if trying to protect herself. Her heart hammered against her ribs; the thought of performing for another man who was not her husband in the very room where she watched her children play was an unbearable sacrilege. 

She felt the invisible leash tightening around her neck, pulling her towards Khurram, dragging her through floor…

"We will, and I will tell you how it will go"

"Oh God, Khurramji. I can't...you can't do this to me, again", she pleaded with the most sincere voice.

Khurram was watching her angelic green eyes getting moist with tears, but the fact that he was there to confront and take what he wanted was not gone from his mind. He felt his shaft hardening as he looked at Tanvi’s half-exposed pale yellow tone ankles, shapely calves, and erotically crafted feet. He didn't see a woman in distress; he saw a high-class piece of meat that needed to be tenderized, a vessel for his own aging lust that he intended to fill until she broke.

"Tanvi, I am not saying. I am asking you properly. We do it the way I ask, then you have nothing to worry. I will leave you alone after it's done. But, to start with, as you already know, it takes more than five minutes to get me off. So, I offer ten minutes. Let's start this"

"Khurramji, you have to understand, please. What you are asking is for a married woman to knowingly cheat my marriage. You know it is not the right thing to do. As an elder, you are the one to guide me, if I made a wrong step, instead of asking me to cheat my husband, my life, you should be correcting me. How is this right? Please, you leave for now, please, I am begging you", she sobbed with tears running past her reddened cheeks.

"Look, Tanvi. Once again, I don't care about your marriage. Sanjoth is not and never was the right man for you. For whatever reasons it was, you married him, and from what I know, he has been cheating you with many other women, from his office, among his friend's circle, and recently here, with my Wife and Maahi as well. So, it's very fair to me that you enjoy yourself, willingly or not”, he took a big pause to ensure the young and scared woman was listening to his words. 

Khurram looked at her with stern eyes and continued. “Let me tell you again, since the moment you stepped inside this Complex, I wanted this to happen. And, trust me, if you can get me off in ten minutes, I will be away from your life, forever", he kept his wine glass and sat back with his long legs stretched wide, coaxing her wordlessly.

Tanvi gulped one more sip of her wine. She was deliberating. What he said was true, it was the honest truth about her husband's infidelities was a knife to her heart, but it also served as a dark permission. If her world was already a lie, what was one more sin? Since Khurram entered and made her sit next to him, her body was enveloped with heat, the familiar, nasty, and vulgar conclusion of arousal rising from her crotch. She had to press her legs hard together and pressed her thighs harder to contain the dampness, loathing herself for the way her pulse throbbed in the very place he was demanding to see.

Khurram's sharp eyes caught every small detail of the beautiful woman next to him. He was already making up the plans ahead for the night, imagining her mouth working on him while the sun set outside. He noticed her slight movement with her legs, the tell-tale sign of a woman fighting her own climax, and a nasty grin came on his face.
 
"Okay, let's start, Tanvi", he almost growled at her.
She had nothing left to plead with. The monster was right there, trapped her into his vile grips, using her husband’s sins to justify his own. With nothing left to argue further, Tanvi kept her wine glass aside and stood up, her knees weak but her mind hardening into a cold, desperate resolve.

"If I do what you asked, what will you do for me?", it was a direct question, and tears weren't in her eyes anymore. She was bargaining with the devil now, her innocence discarded on the floor like a soiled rag.

Khurram knew the drill very well by now. "I will walk out of your life, forever", he replied and opened his legs further, indicating silently what was expected of her. The sight of his spreading thighs was a grotesque invitation to her own debasement.

"Not, not only that. I want that photo you took to be deleted, and promise that it wasn't shared to anyone", somehow she replied her resolve. 

She saw him nodding with agreement, and then Tanvi knelt down. She didn't know where to start. He was still in his boxers, the thin fabric strained to the breaking point.

"Take it off, nice and slow. I want to see you doing it", Khurram grunted as he noticed the passive approach from Tanvi. 

The old man was hellbound to ensure the hot woman in front of him, his prize, would go through every second of her ordeal to all it's magnified intensity. He eyes contorted devilishly carrying all the malice his heart contained.


She was tight-lipped for two reasons. First, the musk from his groin hit her nostrils, thick and pungent, and to her horror, it made her pleasure-blind, sending a fresh jolt of electricity through her core. Second, she was in awe by looking at the bulge of the engorged magnitude that was covered inside his boxers. 

With trembling fingers, she hooked the waistband of his boxers and pulled down like in a slow-motion video.

“Oh-God! So big!”, she heard that very same voice inside her head as the bulbous, purple-colored head of his cock got exposed, pulsing with his heartbeat. As she pulled it down further, Khurram lifted himself a bit to help, and finally, the shorts were on the floor. Khurram sat with his usual smug look, watching her closely like a hawk. 

Tanvi gulped and gasped as her eyes focused on the dark brown scrotum hanging down and resting on the recliner, spread between his legs, and then the length. It seemed like there was no end to the shaft. His penis bucked a few times, fully erect and pointed up like a thick, vein-covered hammer ready to strike.

"No more hands, use your mouth to full use. You have ten minutes, remember it" he grunted once again.

Tanvi lifted from her shins and reached the round penis-head. The next moment was a surprise to both.

She opened her mouth, as wide as her lips could stretch and engulfed his penis-head completely at one shot. Khurram didn't expect it to happen so easily. But it did.

Tanvi moaned slightly when the saltish flavour of his manhood spread inside her taste buds, and with another crooning sound, she moved down, a bit. More than two inches of his cock disappear inside her mouth. 

Khurram sat transfixed. He was in pleasure heaven. Before he could mutter something nasty, she pulled out completely, and with a quick glance to his eyes, her tongue darted out, carrying a load of saliva, and rolled it all over his penis-head, smothering it, making it glisten. Khurram wanted to say something, but his eyes closed automatically when a thick drool appeared out of her open mouth and dropped on his cock-slit, and the moment it made contact, her mouth parted open once again, and gulped it back into her cavern. 

To his utter shock, her neck caved out and took another inch of his thick girth. Then she pulled out, completely and breathed hard, and heavy. But her focus remained on his tool, her eyes took in every jolt of his penis, the way it throbbed, the way it's slit expanded and contracted.

After a momentary bliss of sublime pleasure, Khurram opened his eyes and saw her back on shins, watching him.

"Am I doing it right, Khurramji?", her soft voice made him shudder. They both saw a large bead of precum forming at the tip of his mushroom head where she just left her mouth.

"Yes...yes...now, use more spit, and hands", his greed overtook his rationale slowly.

Using her long tongue, Tanvi licked the precum and savored it into her mouth first, next, she gruelled her slimy saliva all over his penis, and with her hands, she guided and spread the transparent liquid all over his length and the two brown balls. 

Before Khurram could close his eyes with exceeding pleasure, she lifted once again. Khurram whimpered as his hips thrusted up in reflection to catch her jaw.

"Why are you doing this to me, Khurramji? Have I done anything wrong to you?", her tone carried a tremendous amount of innocence and pleading.

Khurram was momentarily disoriented. He wasn't sure how to reply back. But carrying the momentum, he replied with a grunt. "I wanted to have you the moment I saw you. You are so beautiful that I couldn't resist from having you", he gasped when she didn't wait for him to complete, and sucked him back into her mouth with a feverish pace. 

Couple of frenzied suck and licks from her sweltering pink and extraordinarily long tongue.

Then she stopped once again, to pull herself up. His cock buckled and jolted as she held him at the base with both her hands. She knew the taste, recalled the way his thing filled her mouth, she did this before. But, this time, it was different than before, she was doing it on her own, a familiar arousal started inside her groin. She cursed her body for the damned response, but no help, her vagina started it's responsive feedback to what she was doing with her mouth and hands.

"Then, why are you punishing me, Khurramji?", her eyes were full of pleading.

"Because, I want to teach you how to handle a real man, now suck me"

"Mmmm...glluck...gulp", her throat caved and more of Khurram's length disappeared. Her tongue never remained in one place. She used all her effort to make him cum within the time provided. But, during those moments, she realized that fighting the nasty man was not an option to come out of her predicament. Instead, the new method of making him talk was the best solution. She had her mind made up.

Tanvi worked sincerely over his shaft. Her mouth, tongue and hands worked with feverish effort. Her tongue swirled over it's head, her hands moved it's skin up and down, along with squeezes on his scrotum. She tried to redouble her efforts and suddenly found being stopped.

"Time's up, Tanvi", Khurram pushed her away, a string of transparent saliva connecting his cock-head and her lips.

Her eyes were dreamy and it turned into horror as his words sank into her bruised heart.

"Now, remove the gown", he growled.

"Khurramji, please...give me one more chance, I will do it...please, don't make me remove my clothes", she didn't realize how quick sobs came into her.

"Nothing doing, if you won't do it yourself, I can remove it for you, Tanvi"

With a discerning look, she stood up and slowly pulled her house gown. 

Khurram watched her with rapt attention, looking at her like a delicious dish being unwrapped. 

In fact, she was the most exotic dish a man could savor on.

Tanvi's yellowish pale skin glowed in the light. She stood protected only with her white bra and panty. Once she stood uncovered, she was glad that at least she had two apparel giving her a semblance of protection. It wasn't like her Gym wear. Her fair toes, shapely calves, carved thighs, and narrow but ample navel and waist, then her ample breasts, with slender shoulders, all exposed, only to be admired by the devious, old man's eyes. Her knees bent to the silent nods from Khurram and she sat on her shins.

"Get on to it, now, don't waste time", he ordered.

"Mmmnnfff...gluck...gluckkk", her mouth and throat acted like it was fully trained, as she kneeled back to the floor and restarted working on his shaft once again.

"Go down on it", Khurram grunted and silently indicated to his scrotum.

A cold, hollow dread settled in Tanvi’s stomach as she pulled back, her eyes blurring with tears of shame as she stared at the gargantuan, vein-ridged rod pulsing before her. It looked like a blunt weapon of war, a dark and terrifyingly large penis that made her feel small and utterly violated in her own home. 

Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, and while a traitorous, carnal heat pooled in her core, born of pure, unbidden biology, every ounce of her soul recoiled in absolute disgust from the vile old man sitting above her.

She wanted to scream, to bolt for the door, but the crushing weight of his blackmail forced her head back down into the musky heat of his groin. With a shudder of pure, sickened reluctance, she let her tongue emerge to trace the heavy, dark expanse of his man-thing. She moved with the mechanical desperation of a prisoner, smothering the wrinkled skin with circular licks. 

The first touch of her slathered tongue on his hardness felt like a violation of her as a woman itself. But then, as she was well aware of the situation, she extended her long tongue carrying her saliva and licked around and that action mixed with the slick film of his precum until his entire underside glistened. She felt like a carcass being consumed as she forced her mouth to open, trying to open her mouth further but failed and ended up by rolling her tongue it against his shaft just to hear the groan that signaled she was closer to being free of him.

Without him even needing to command her, her hands, trembling and cold with fear, she began the rhythmic, grueling work of pulling and pushing the thick skin over the engorged, purple head. 

She buried her face into the oppressive heat of his groin, her skin crawling as her cheeks brushed the coarse hair of his thighs. Her long tongue worked with a life of its own, coating and milking the base of his massive inhuman sized cock all through it's length and girth, each swirl of her muscle intended only to hurry the clock. 

Every time he shuddered above her, she felt a jolt of terrifying, electric revulsion, her body performing the acts of a lover while her mind remained a locked room of silent, weeping resistance.

"You look so damn hot, Tanvi. Suck it harder", Khurram whispered in a coarse voice as he was speechless for a moment when he found her moving like a crazed woman in heat.

Tanvi, as if she was waiting for that encouragement, paused and looked up at him. She pushed herself up to reach the height where his penis-head was.

 "Why do you want to kill me like this, Khurramji? I am a poor woman", without waiting for his answer, her mouth opened again, tongue darted with a quick roll all over his oversized cock-head and swirled over it's width as he her head went down, taking his cock, inside, once again, and this time, she gagged, but pushed herself deeper, as if she was possessed. But while doing it, her eyes were open, looking straight at Khurram, not leaving his gaze, even for a microsecond. When she could move no more, she pulled back...to his tip...and went down again...

"Why do you want me to be a cheating wife?", she hissed between her oral action as Khurram remained transfixed by looking at the almost naked Goddess who seemed to be hell-bent to service him. 

Khurram was lost for words during those lust intensified moments and didn't carry an answer to her questions. The way she asked suffocated him.

Tanvi felt powerful during her oral ministrations. The way she was handling the majestic penis made her body more alive than she ever felt in her life. It was different from every other man-thing she sucked. She wanted to know how much of the magnitude she could take in...and finally she wanted to make him cum...and throw him out of her home...forever. 

"It's so huge...so...big...so... heavy", saliva dripped down her chin between her gasps. Her hands pumped him faster, her grip became tighter than ever. She was testing her own limits with a penis that was given to her as a challenge!

Khurram looked at the young mother with awe. He saw her forcing more and more on his cock and oscillating her small fists over his girth and balls. 

"You're doing great, Tanvi. If you continue like this...I will cum any moment"

As she heard him commenting, Tanvi was confused a bit. After servicing him for this long, her jaw felt a bit of pain, and he was still not spilling what his scrotum carried. Yet, she felt that the bad old man was testing her...she liked she was testing herself with it. 

She pumped his base and squished his balls with both hands.

"Sorry, Tanvi, your time's up", Khurram pushed her face away with a slight shove.

With a dreamy whimper, she pulled back and looked at him with glazed eyes, confused yes, but the message was not lost.

Tanvi exhaled a laboured moan, her head lolling slightly as she looked at him through eyes glazed with a shameful, drug-like haze. The message was clear, but her body was screaming with a desperate, unearned hunger. She heard her voice mocking herself in her head for such debased action she performed on a man other than her husband, hating the way her skin felt sensitized and raw, yet she couldn't stop the frantic thrumming in her veins. She was a captive to this vile old man's whims, a married woman reduced to nothing but a kneeling servant in her own living room, and the thought of stopping now, left in this state of agonizing suspension, was its own kind of torture.

"Khurramji, please. I am close to do it...I will make you cum for sure, just...just one last chance...please"

"Oh no, sweetheart. No way. You tried, and failed, not once, but twice. Now, remove your bra. That is the fair deal I promised", he growled back with an evil grin.

"Oh-God! Please...you can see I am trying my best...I beg you, you know that I am doing something that no sane married woman would do. But still, I respect you, and I am just...just trying to get this done, give me one more chance, last", her tone was of begging, but her eyes weren't. She made a scared face, masking it, concealing what she really felt.

She was aroused. 

Her cunt was almost about to burst.

She wanted him out, but she wanted to see and feel his eruption once again, and also force him to make a mistake, even a small one, which could be a win to her.

"Nothing doing, remove means remove. You can decide...either your top, or...your bottom"

With a few more groans of protests, she sat back on her feet and pulled open her bra. There weren't any additional protests from her. Her gaze carried her innocent pleading, but masked, Khurram failed to identify it. 

For Khurram, it was submission as he misread her.

For the first time, Khurram laid his eyes on her completely naked upper body. Her breasts, her glowing fair skin like an afternoon sunlight, her pinkish red areolas over pale yellow breasts that seemed like two small raspberries sitting over both. He recalled seeing her breasts and nipples long back once at the Gym, and though it was only for a moment, the image struck in his head like imprinted. Now it seemed like two raspberries thrusting with an invite at him. That was the only reason why he pulled her top and sucked both of it like a hungry animal a few days earlier. The same glorious mounds of her mummeries were displayed in all it's entire nakedity. 

Her breasts were perky, lifted with an amazing upward thrust that gave them a look that was carnally delicious. It was her two nipples, when he looked at them with wonder, they seemed reddish purple, a color that he never saw before in his life in any of the women he enjoyed, making him wonder how it would be to chew on it, though he did it earlier...the way how hard her nipples rocked when he rolled and sucked made him want more of it. 

His cock sprang back with yet another jolt, just by looking at her naked upper body.

Tanvi felt the cold air hit her skin, making her feel small and undignified. She was a plaything for a man she loathed, yet she couldn't ignore the way her own body was betraying Sanjoth. The taboo of her nakedness, the thrill of the cheating, and the sheer vulgarity of the situation sent a jolt of heat straight to her clitoris. Her pussy clenched in a rhythmic, wet sob against her hand.

She felt mortified, embarrassed and angry. She knew he was making her do things that she never wanted to. But, a different side of her had actually started to enjoy being naked, being a puppet, doing things that were not permitted...lust of cheating on her marriage...she noticed her nipples getting hard and pussy clenching along.

As he kept watching her, his eyes widened with surprise when she moved forward on her sitting position, and took his shaft by holding it's base and gulped his cock into her mouth...no ask...she just did it...all by herself.

Tanvi felt out of the world. The taboo, the cheating, the nakedity...suddenly, she felt free. 

She pulled out and while keeping her gaze to his eyes, asked. "This is what you wanted, yes?"

"Mmm...yes...you are so Goddamn beautiful, Tanvi...so fucking hot", he growled.

"Then why are you forcing me to do this, Khurramji?", she just kept her parted lips right at his penis-head...

"You should know what a real man can do with you, woman. Now, don't stop...suck it"

"No...tell me what will you do if I make you cum?"

"Shit...I told you...I will be away from your life, forever, remember?"

"Mmmm...gluckkk...gluk", without even waiting for his answer, she sucked his cock back into her. With a deep growl, her throat expanded further with her mouth stretched to it's maximum, another inch went inside her. She felt her nipples paining with the blood rushing to it and making those  nuggets engorge like two red stones made of iron.

"Aaarrgghh...Just like that, Tanvi. I'm going to cum soon", Khurram groaned with his eyes shutting automatically. 

"Oh God," she gasped, and pulled away his penis out of her mouth, and paused for a moment. She looked like she was deliberating on something.

"Did you tell anyone about me?", her question made his body stop from responding to her mouth. 

Khurram sat blinking, and unable to reply.

"I think, you did, yes?", Tanvi blew a bit of air over his pulsing mushroom-head and kept her tongue just a centimetre away, barely touching, but not actually touching.

"I...I...didn't...suck it slut", Khurram tried to thrust his hips up and meet her tongue.

"You're lying", whispering a few words, her hands moved at the base of his gargantuan cock and she kept him stationed by holding hard at that point. Before he could do or say anything, she gulped his cock back into her mouth...deep...as deep as she could take...and used her tongue to flick the underside of his cock.

Khurram twisted his hips with pleasure and his eyes closed with a deep groan of satisfaction. The next moment, the protection of her mouth was gone. He blinked and opened his eyes.

When the familiar confines of her mouth didn't arrive, he opened his eyes to see a half-smirking Tanvi holding his cock very close to her lips, not sucking...but about to...waiting for something.

"Why did you stop? Clock is ticking", he grunted with desperation in his voice.

Tanvi recognised it as well with a combined emotion of desmay and an arousal that she could not dismiss. 

"What do you want me to do, Khurramji? I did what you asked, and it's you who don't want to cum...what is it that you want me to do? Even after you took what you wanted from me, you told someone about me...about us...why, Khurramji?"

"Shit...I want to plaster you with my cum...now do it, woman. Otherwise, I will plaster your insides", he threatened.

Tanvi didn't respond, she couldn't. Her pussy was on fire. Her oral activities had in fact triggered her married hole to respond in a way that it was used to by now...orgasm swelled inside her. But, she wanted him to answer.