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Chapter-78:
Khurram took a good look at the soiled young wife, in that state of visually broken woman, he could hardly say that she was a mother of two kids...
"Shit...I am not going to stop this 'piece' to breathe even a single peaceful day from now on!", his voice boomed in his head with a resolution to ravish this Indian-Japanese woman with green eyes every single day from now on in whichever devilish way he wished to.
"She's mine now...finally!", he muttered with a slanted grin.
"I am leaving, Tanvi. Be at the gym later...sharp! And...Tanvi, wear that last gym-wear...the black one", with one more snort, he walked out...naked...she couldn't believe he did it. Though his apartment was upstairs, still, if someone saw him walking naked from her home, it would be a disaster.
She ran behind him, but Khurram was already outside and in the small corridor, naked, with no care to the world, his gait clearly conveying like he was a real winner!
Once he left, Tanvi tried hard to collect herself.
She was still wearing Khurram's top and a large portion of her breasts were jutting outside from both sides of the sleeveless tee-shirt.
She was about to start cleaning up the mess she and her new dirty lover when she heard the familiar cycle-bell ringing from outside.
Dattu!
Her milkman was there!
The hallway of her home was too suffocating like it was filled with stale air. With a grimace of embarrassment, Tanvi recognized it to be the lingering foul scent of her last night’s degeneracy. Khurram's tee-shirt, the loose fitting basketball jersey, was a cheap, porous mesh-type apparel that felt like a series of tiny needles against her sensitized skin.
She did not realize it when she wore it earlier to cover herself up but now with the old man gone, her head was bringing back some normalcy. Due to Khurram’s massive, ox-like frame, the arm-holes of the tee-shirt were large, and the neckline was a loose, v-line that she missed to notice clearly.
Tanvi groaned with an embarrassed muffle, a sound of pure psychological anguish and content, two extremely opposite emotions combined to her own shock; she felt like a hunted animal, her body still humming with the trauma of the night, now forced into a mundane errand that felt like a death march.
Tanvi rushed from the bedroom with her feet moving faster for reasons unknown to her. "Why am I doing exactly what I don't want to do? Why? Why should I listen to this damn voice in my head?", questions without any answers echoed inside of her.
A startling chuckle came out of her throat when she looked at the love-couch where Khurram started with her.
Everything came rushing into her head when she looked at the recliner...the very same seat where she opened her legs for the man who enjoyed every inch of her body last night and the night before and the very man whom she just finished sucking like a mad-woman....inside her own bedroom...on her marital bed...like it was not her house...it felt like she was standing in the hall of Khurram's home...and she was the owner of it...this house...this bed...no...his bed...and his woman!
Tanvi was glad that the tee-shirt reached almost mid-thigh, and not like the previous day where the hem was hardly below the line where her ass finished it's curve.
"This is better, at least it covers me", she thought.
But then, right then, it was someone else that filled her brain...Dattu!
With another rush, Tanvi hurried herself to the Kitchen and picked up the tumbler to run back to open the main door. She grabbed the milk tumbler, her mind a chaotic blur of shame, and yanked open the main door, unaware that she was walking into a fresh violation.
An irrevocable mistake!
When Tanvi swung the door open, and the world seemed to stop. Dattu was standing right outside the iron grille, his face inches from the bars as if he had been trying to squeeze himself through the grille to get inside.
She kept the main door opened almost half-way.
She remained half-hidden.
Once the door vanished to a side, Tanvi was revealed in her dishevelled state, Dattu let out a gasp so loud and wet it sounded like he was drowning.
Still half-hidden from her milkman's eyes.
Dattu was right outside the door...and the grille that was three-feet away from the door. His face clearly showed the question in his head "whether to enter or not". When he saw the door opening, he caught his breath. His gasp was more than loud!
Tanvi stepped out. Her yellowish-pale foot...her pink toes and soles...came outside...then her calves...those delicate and smooth skin...then her knees...even the skin was yellow, not a tinge of darker shade...as if in perfect slow motion, her naked thigh came forward....supple and athletically shaped thighs...
Then the hem of the tee-shirt at mid-thigh...and then...her hands...naked...shoulders...naked...Tanvi's skin was exposed more than she intended to...
Dattu was stunned.
Every last of beseeching alarm bells rang inside his brain.
Tanvi walked out of the door without realising that the sleeveless arms of the basketball tee-shirt she wore also came with a very long and plunging neckline. It was for Khurram's comfort. But, on her, the stooping neckline exposed her chest...her cleavage...to a point that almost half or more of her both breasts were uncovered and exposed!
She froze the moment she recognized it.
His eyes bulged, the yellowish whites shot through with red veins, as he drank in the sight of the woman he had worshipped from the gutter.
Tanvi stood frozen, the cool morning air hitting her skin like a slap on her face. She didn't realize that the jersey’s neckline had sagged to her mid-chest, exposing a massive, heaving expanse of her fair breasts.
To Dattu, it looked like she had purposely dressed as a high-society slut just to destroy his sanity.
Tanvi was drained but not lost enough to notice her mistake!
Her one mistake!
His only pleasure!
Dattu could not remove his blood-red eyes away from the exposed fair skin of her two breasts that were half exposed through her cleavage. To him, it felt like she walked out on the pretext of collecting milk from him with real intention to make him go mad and force him to remove the top from her body. Adding on to his lust, Tanvi's exposed legs from feet up to mid-thighs oozed with sexual exuberance. Her hair was tousled, her eyes had bags underneath, her face was flushed like a bride who just got fucked all night through, and her cloth...half clothed that seemed like she wasn't even clothed!
Hearing Dattu's heavy rasps, Tanvi realized her nipples becoming hard like iron bullets, and it immediately showed on her...through the corner of her eyes, she noticed her nubbins protruding obscenely outwards...she cursed Khurram for having such flimsy material for tee-shirt. She also saw Dattu not breathing as if he forgot to inhale and exhale, his eyes were bulged to an obscene manner, it wasn’t lecherous anymore, the more she looked his eye, she saw the hunger, the very same hunger, exactly the one she held in her eyes...a shiver of fear made her spine jolt!
“Oh God, she’s showing me...she’s finally showing me”, Dattu’s mind screeched, a frantic, rhythmic howl of pure, unadulterated lust. He was gulping every inch of his Madamji...Her tousled hair, the dark, bruised-looking bags under her eyes, and the way her face was flushed with the unmistakable glow of a woman who had been brutally possessed for hours. She looked half-clothed, the tee-shirt barely skimming her mid-thighs, leaving her muscular, olive-toned legs completely bare down to her feet. The erotic exuberance radiating from her was so thick Dattu could almost taste it. He felt a violent, agonizing surge of blood to his groin; within seconds, a vulgar, pointed tent erupted in his torn, filthy trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear, and the peak of the tent was already darkening with a wet, shameful smudge that he didn’t even try to hide.
Tanvi felt her skin crawl as she watched Dattu’s gaze anchor to her chest. She felt her nipples react to the cold and the intensity of his stare, hardening into rigid, iron-like nubbins that thrust obscenely against the flimsy mesh. She cursed Khurram’s cheap taste, realizing that the material was practically translucent in the morning light.
“He’s looking at me like I’m meat,” she thought, a jolt of horrific electricity shooting down her spine.
“He’s seeing everything... he’s seeing the marks, the sweat, my shame”, Tanvi's breaths stopped mid-way.
The hunger in Dattu’s eyes was so raw, so primitive, that it mirrored the very taboo darkness she had tasted the night before. She was terrified, yet she couldn't move, trapped in the gravitational pull of his lechery.
Dattu’s hand trembled as he robotically thrust the milk bottle toward her, his eyes never leaving the spilling, unsupported weight of her breasts. Tanvi took the bottle, her fingers brushing his calloused, grime-streaked skin, a contact that made her stomach churn with a sickening thrill. The next moment she tried to turn and end this nightmare of her own creation, Dattu's voice stopped her, his low, croaking voice that sounded like it came from a tied-up and frustrated animal.
“Madamji...your slippers”, he whispered, his eyes darting to the floor between them.
Tanvi’s brain misfired real bad, her survival instincts drowned out by the noises of her own shame crowding her head. Without thinking of the physics of her oversized tee-shirt, she leaned forward and performed a deep, bending crouch to retrieve the footwear.
It was an uncalculated, completely on-reflect move that she did!
“OOOH-MA-AH!!”, the sound erupted from her lungs once her brain registered what she just did!
The very next microsecond, she heard her lowlife milkman, Dattu’s lungs producing an equally primitive yelp that clearly matched hers.
This happened because Dattu pointed at her slippers and Tanvi bent forward facing him without thinking what exactly she was showing off. As she leaned to a semi-forward-bend, the cavernous neckline of the jersey fell completely away from her body, hanging like a loose curtain. Her fair, heavy breasts, tipped with those engorged, reddish-ping nipples, lunged forward into the void of the large v-shaped neckline totally exposing her cleavage and along with it exposing her breast and nipples into a flash.
The two sickeningly exotic milk-producing muscles of hers swayed and wobbled with an unworldly salacious grace, offering the milkman from Basti the ultimate feast of her unprotected nakedness.
But the horror went deeper.
Because she was in a crouched position, the wide-open neck provided a vertical tunnel of sight that bypassed everything else to expose her skin upto her waist, and even till that small black patch which Khurram was kind enough to leave...that view...it was clearly opened up to the lowlife milkman...entirely.
For a long, agonizing second, Dattu saw her unclothed navel, the dark, damp patch of her pubic hair, and the raw, even though he got a glimpse of her the shaven nubbin of her clit, he was not able to grasp it correctly because in his entire life, he never saw a female without pubic hair...it felt to him like an anomaly of exposure that was presented in the harsh light of that heavenly morning.
Dattu's head stopped working, he stayed with his dirty lips parted in a ghastly, saliva-flecked grin.
He tried to peer deeper, his eyes flickering hard with the effort to imprint every millimetre of her fair skin onto his brain. The sight of her reddish-pink nipples against the yellow-pale globes of her breasts itself was a vision that would haunt him until his grave.
It was completely lost and unknown to Dattu that it was his mouth that tasted and pleasured the very milk-ducts in front of him months again at the Basti...on that fateful night.
He had no idea that that it was him...he was the first man other than her husband who pleasured her...
But, she knew!
Tanvi was the only one who knew!!
Recognizing the sudden, heavy silence and the sound of Dattu’s labored breathing, realized the magnitude of her betrayal. She had offered her most sacred, private view of her body to the lowlife milkman for a handful of seconds...
All done by her own choice...she felt a really heavy weight filling inside her sinning core-hole...her eyes clamped with shame...yes...it was shame that she felt then.
She lurched back to a standing position, with a mewl of pure, self-loathing anger escaping her throat. She knew she had always been the "Special Dish" to Dattu, and today, right then, after controlling her darkest needs controlled all this while, everything was lost in a momentary slip!
She had just served herself on a plate...she was a dish that she willingly offered to the lowlife...
Tanvi finally managed a choked "thank you" before retreating and closing the door shut with a force that shook the walls. She rushed to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she heaved for air, her chest burning with a mixture of terror and a new, dark exhilaration. It wasn't just fear; it was a pull toward the taboo, a realization that the boundaries of her life had been permanently breached.
She drank a glass of water, her hand still shaking against the rim. As she walked toward her bedroom, her bare feet silent on the floor, her ears picked up a low, rhythmic grunt from the shadows.
“What have I turned into?”, she whispered to herself with a dry, hysterical chuckle bubbling up in her throat.
"I accepted one man already", her voice paused inside...
"And now, in less than five minutes of that man leaving me, did I just offered myself to a second man? To Dattu that too!!!", there was no answer from the phantom voice that echoed always in her head.
Only the frustrating silence of defeat lingered...
Tanvi stepped back into her bedroom, where the air was still thick with the filthy scent of her own ruin heavily mixed with the old man's body musk.
Her feet lead her to the bathroom...seconds later, when the cold water started it's cleansing performance on her mutilated skin, her mind started to ready herself to surrender against a multitude of darkness that was waiting to finish what she started...
With Tanvi being the only living organism inside that house, the eery silence inside acted like a blanket of gravity that was waiting it's chance to weigh down on her...possibly due to what she was going to encounter shortly...
Her house burned from it's insides like a pressure-cooker that was about to crack and shatter into uncountable fragments...
Khurram took a good look at the soiled young wife, in that state of visually broken woman, he could hardly say that she was a mother of two kids...
"Shit...I am not going to stop this 'piece' to breathe even a single peaceful day from now on!", his voice boomed in his head with a resolution to ravish this Indian-Japanese woman with green eyes every single day from now on in whichever devilish way he wished to.
"She's mine now...finally!", he muttered with a slanted grin.
"I am leaving, Tanvi. Be at the gym later...sharp! And...Tanvi, wear that last gym-wear...the black one", with one more snort, he walked out...naked...she couldn't believe he did it. Though his apartment was upstairs, still, if someone saw him walking naked from her home, it would be a disaster.
She ran behind him, but Khurram was already outside and in the small corridor, naked, with no care to the world, his gait clearly conveying like he was a real winner!
Once he left, Tanvi tried hard to collect herself.
She was still wearing Khurram's top and a large portion of her breasts were jutting outside from both sides of the sleeveless tee-shirt.
She was about to start cleaning up the mess she and her new dirty lover when she heard the familiar cycle-bell ringing from outside.
Dattu!
Her milkman was there!
The hallway of her home was too suffocating like it was filled with stale air. With a grimace of embarrassment, Tanvi recognized it to be the lingering foul scent of her last night’s degeneracy. Khurram's tee-shirt, the loose fitting basketball jersey, was a cheap, porous mesh-type apparel that felt like a series of tiny needles against her sensitized skin.
She did not realize it when she wore it earlier to cover herself up but now with the old man gone, her head was bringing back some normalcy. Due to Khurram’s massive, ox-like frame, the arm-holes of the tee-shirt were large, and the neckline was a loose, v-line that she missed to notice clearly.
Tanvi groaned with an embarrassed muffle, a sound of pure psychological anguish and content, two extremely opposite emotions combined to her own shock; she felt like a hunted animal, her body still humming with the trauma of the night, now forced into a mundane errand that felt like a death march.
Tanvi rushed from the bedroom with her feet moving faster for reasons unknown to her. "Why am I doing exactly what I don't want to do? Why? Why should I listen to this damn voice in my head?", questions without any answers echoed inside of her.
A startling chuckle came out of her throat when she looked at the love-couch where Khurram started with her.
Everything came rushing into her head when she looked at the recliner...the very same seat where she opened her legs for the man who enjoyed every inch of her body last night and the night before and the very man whom she just finished sucking like a mad-woman....inside her own bedroom...on her marital bed...like it was not her house...it felt like she was standing in the hall of Khurram's home...and she was the owner of it...this house...this bed...no...his bed...and his woman!
Tanvi was glad that the tee-shirt reached almost mid-thigh, and not like the previous day where the hem was hardly below the line where her ass finished it's curve.
"This is better, at least it covers me", she thought.
But then, right then, it was someone else that filled her brain...Dattu!
With another rush, Tanvi hurried herself to the Kitchen and picked up the tumbler to run back to open the main door. She grabbed the milk tumbler, her mind a chaotic blur of shame, and yanked open the main door, unaware that she was walking into a fresh violation.
An irrevocable mistake!
When Tanvi swung the door open, and the world seemed to stop. Dattu was standing right outside the iron grille, his face inches from the bars as if he had been trying to squeeze himself through the grille to get inside.
She kept the main door opened almost half-way.
She remained half-hidden.
Once the door vanished to a side, Tanvi was revealed in her dishevelled state, Dattu let out a gasp so loud and wet it sounded like he was drowning.
Still half-hidden from her milkman's eyes.
Dattu was right outside the door...and the grille that was three-feet away from the door. His face clearly showed the question in his head "whether to enter or not". When he saw the door opening, he caught his breath. His gasp was more than loud!
Tanvi stepped out. Her yellowish-pale foot...her pink toes and soles...came outside...then her calves...those delicate and smooth skin...then her knees...even the skin was yellow, not a tinge of darker shade...as if in perfect slow motion, her naked thigh came forward....supple and athletically shaped thighs...
Then the hem of the tee-shirt at mid-thigh...and then...her hands...naked...shoulders...naked...Tanvi's skin was exposed more than she intended to...
Dattu was stunned.
Every last of beseeching alarm bells rang inside his brain.
Tanvi walked out of the door without realising that the sleeveless arms of the basketball tee-shirt she wore also came with a very long and plunging neckline. It was for Khurram's comfort. But, on her, the stooping neckline exposed her chest...her cleavage...to a point that almost half or more of her both breasts were uncovered and exposed!
She froze the moment she recognized it.
His eyes bulged, the yellowish whites shot through with red veins, as he drank in the sight of the woman he had worshipped from the gutter.
Tanvi stood frozen, the cool morning air hitting her skin like a slap on her face. She didn't realize that the jersey’s neckline had sagged to her mid-chest, exposing a massive, heaving expanse of her fair breasts.
To Dattu, it looked like she had purposely dressed as a high-society slut just to destroy his sanity.
Tanvi was drained but not lost enough to notice her mistake!
Her one mistake!
His only pleasure!
Dattu could not remove his blood-red eyes away from the exposed fair skin of her two breasts that were half exposed through her cleavage. To him, it felt like she walked out on the pretext of collecting milk from him with real intention to make him go mad and force him to remove the top from her body. Adding on to his lust, Tanvi's exposed legs from feet up to mid-thighs oozed with sexual exuberance. Her hair was tousled, her eyes had bags underneath, her face was flushed like a bride who just got fucked all night through, and her cloth...half clothed that seemed like she wasn't even clothed!
Hearing Dattu's heavy rasps, Tanvi realized her nipples becoming hard like iron bullets, and it immediately showed on her...through the corner of her eyes, she noticed her nubbins protruding obscenely outwards...she cursed Khurram for having such flimsy material for tee-shirt. She also saw Dattu not breathing as if he forgot to inhale and exhale, his eyes were bulged to an obscene manner, it wasn’t lecherous anymore, the more she looked his eye, she saw the hunger, the very same hunger, exactly the one she held in her eyes...a shiver of fear made her spine jolt!
“Oh God, she’s showing me...she’s finally showing me”, Dattu’s mind screeched, a frantic, rhythmic howl of pure, unadulterated lust. He was gulping every inch of his Madamji...Her tousled hair, the dark, bruised-looking bags under her eyes, and the way her face was flushed with the unmistakable glow of a woman who had been brutally possessed for hours. She looked half-clothed, the tee-shirt barely skimming her mid-thighs, leaving her muscular, olive-toned legs completely bare down to her feet. The erotic exuberance radiating from her was so thick Dattu could almost taste it. He felt a violent, agonizing surge of blood to his groin; within seconds, a vulgar, pointed tent erupted in his torn, filthy trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear, and the peak of the tent was already darkening with a wet, shameful smudge that he didn’t even try to hide.
Tanvi felt her skin crawl as she watched Dattu’s gaze anchor to her chest. She felt her nipples react to the cold and the intensity of his stare, hardening into rigid, iron-like nubbins that thrust obscenely against the flimsy mesh. She cursed Khurram’s cheap taste, realizing that the material was practically translucent in the morning light.
“He’s looking at me like I’m meat,” she thought, a jolt of horrific electricity shooting down her spine.
“He’s seeing everything... he’s seeing the marks, the sweat, my shame”, Tanvi's breaths stopped mid-way.
The hunger in Dattu’s eyes was so raw, so primitive, that it mirrored the very taboo darkness she had tasted the night before. She was terrified, yet she couldn't move, trapped in the gravitational pull of his lechery.
Dattu’s hand trembled as he robotically thrust the milk bottle toward her, his eyes never leaving the spilling, unsupported weight of her breasts. Tanvi took the bottle, her fingers brushing his calloused, grime-streaked skin, a contact that made her stomach churn with a sickening thrill. The next moment she tried to turn and end this nightmare of her own creation, Dattu's voice stopped her, his low, croaking voice that sounded like it came from a tied-up and frustrated animal.
“Madamji...your slippers”, he whispered, his eyes darting to the floor between them.
Tanvi’s brain misfired real bad, her survival instincts drowned out by the noises of her own shame crowding her head. Without thinking of the physics of her oversized tee-shirt, she leaned forward and performed a deep, bending crouch to retrieve the footwear.
It was an uncalculated, completely on-reflect move that she did!
“OOOH-MA-AH!!”, the sound erupted from her lungs once her brain registered what she just did!
The very next microsecond, she heard her lowlife milkman, Dattu’s lungs producing an equally primitive yelp that clearly matched hers.
This happened because Dattu pointed at her slippers and Tanvi bent forward facing him without thinking what exactly she was showing off. As she leaned to a semi-forward-bend, the cavernous neckline of the jersey fell completely away from her body, hanging like a loose curtain. Her fair, heavy breasts, tipped with those engorged, reddish-ping nipples, lunged forward into the void of the large v-shaped neckline totally exposing her cleavage and along with it exposing her breast and nipples into a flash.
The two sickeningly exotic milk-producing muscles of hers swayed and wobbled with an unworldly salacious grace, offering the milkman from Basti the ultimate feast of her unprotected nakedness.
But the horror went deeper.
Because she was in a crouched position, the wide-open neck provided a vertical tunnel of sight that bypassed everything else to expose her skin upto her waist, and even till that small black patch which Khurram was kind enough to leave...that view...it was clearly opened up to the lowlife milkman...entirely.
For a long, agonizing second, Dattu saw her unclothed navel, the dark, damp patch of her pubic hair, and the raw, even though he got a glimpse of her the shaven nubbin of her clit, he was not able to grasp it correctly because in his entire life, he never saw a female without pubic hair...it felt to him like an anomaly of exposure that was presented in the harsh light of that heavenly morning.
Dattu's head stopped working, he stayed with his dirty lips parted in a ghastly, saliva-flecked grin.
He tried to peer deeper, his eyes flickering hard with the effort to imprint every millimetre of her fair skin onto his brain. The sight of her reddish-pink nipples against the yellow-pale globes of her breasts itself was a vision that would haunt him until his grave.
It was completely lost and unknown to Dattu that it was his mouth that tasted and pleasured the very milk-ducts in front of him months again at the Basti...on that fateful night.
He had no idea that that it was him...he was the first man other than her husband who pleasured her...
But, she knew!
Tanvi was the only one who knew!!
Recognizing the sudden, heavy silence and the sound of Dattu’s labored breathing, realized the magnitude of her betrayal. She had offered her most sacred, private view of her body to the lowlife milkman for a handful of seconds...
All done by her own choice...she felt a really heavy weight filling inside her sinning core-hole...her eyes clamped with shame...yes...it was shame that she felt then.
She lurched back to a standing position, with a mewl of pure, self-loathing anger escaping her throat. She knew she had always been the "Special Dish" to Dattu, and today, right then, after controlling her darkest needs controlled all this while, everything was lost in a momentary slip!
She had just served herself on a plate...she was a dish that she willingly offered to the lowlife...
Tanvi finally managed a choked "thank you" before retreating and closing the door shut with a force that shook the walls. She rushed to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she heaved for air, her chest burning with a mixture of terror and a new, dark exhilaration. It wasn't just fear; it was a pull toward the taboo, a realization that the boundaries of her life had been permanently breached.
She drank a glass of water, her hand still shaking against the rim. As she walked toward her bedroom, her bare feet silent on the floor, her ears picked up a low, rhythmic grunt from the shadows.
“What have I turned into?”, she whispered to herself with a dry, hysterical chuckle bubbling up in her throat.
"I accepted one man already", her voice paused inside...
"And now, in less than five minutes of that man leaving me, did I just offered myself to a second man? To Dattu that too!!!", there was no answer from the phantom voice that echoed always in her head.
Only the frustrating silence of defeat lingered...
Tanvi stepped back into her bedroom, where the air was still thick with the filthy scent of her own ruin heavily mixed with the old man's body musk.
Her feet lead her to the bathroom...seconds later, when the cold water started it's cleansing performance on her mutilated skin, her mind started to ready herself to surrender against a multitude of darkness that was waiting to finish what she started...
With Tanvi being the only living organism inside that house, the eery silence inside acted like a blanket of gravity that was waiting it's chance to weigh down on her...possibly due to what she was going to encounter shortly...
Her house burned from it's insides like a pressure-cooker that was about to crack and shatter into uncountable fragments...
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