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Chapter-88 (d):
Tanvi stood watching... a chuckle reaching her lips... as she looked at the thin, dark, lowlife trying and failing to clutch his groin as he ran out of her unit...
Once Khurram left her alone, she was able to take few good and long breaths to stabilise herself.
Tanvi was about to walk in, and then heard someone calling her name from afar.
It was none other than Dattu, her milkman from Basti pedalling his cycle hard from the Complex Gate to reach her, to deliver milk.
All of a sudden, Tanvi felt her world changing. Her home that was hardly ten steps away vanished. Was she at the Petrol Station? Or was it the Hotel Room? Or was it behind the Shrubs of the mini-jungle? Or was it the Basti? Or Dattu's small hut with that tiny cot where she imagined a hundred times splayed open with Dattu in between - same like how she saw this lowlife milkman pounding his own wife, making her screech? Tons of images passed through her head as Dattu reached her and heaved from the effort.
Her mind was a chaotic swirl of carnal memories; she could almost feel the phantom weight of a man between her thighs, the grit of the Basti floor, and the raw, unrefined hunger of the lower class that had begun to consume her soul.
"Madamji, doodh (Madamji, milk), it was his voice that brought her back to her senses.
"Oh, Thank you Bhaiyya. Let me get the tumbler okay," she replied and took two steps and paused a moment.
Her decision tree worked hard... she was wearing the same torn legging, and now without anything to cover what was supposed to be covered... her top was sleazy enough, she knew it well... and she was no longer the sane woman who she was till the previous day... night... She was a woman teetering on the edge of a moral abyss, and the darkness was starting to feel like home.
She walked into her home, but this time, her steps had a purpose. Each movement was a calculated sway of her hips, a deliberate invitation to the predator watching from the street.
Dattu's breath got stopped as he watched the gloriously beautiful woman walking away from him. Her walk was very much different than ever... each step she took, for some reason, he noticed the extra bounce of her voluptuous ass-cheeks... "something happened to her," he thought. He watched the rhythmic jiggle of those heavy, dusky mounds, imagining the sweat-slicked friction of his own body against them.
"Saali ka pichwada toh dekh, kaisa uchal raha hai... jaise bol raha ho ki aaja aur mujhe masal de (Look at her backside, how that meaty ass is bouncing... like it's saying 'come and crush me'), he mused, his eyes darkening with a devilish lust.
With the last two days' of special gifts he received from her, he wanted more... he also followed slowly behind her till he reached the Grille of her home.
Tanvi tilted her head sideways and smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "I will bring the tumbler, okay"
"Ji, Madamji... okay... apna time lo (Ok, Madamji... okay... take your time), he mumbled for proper reply, his eyes already feasting on the outline of her frame.
Once inside, Tanvi moved with brisk pace and got the milk container and reached the door.
But before taking the step out, she paused... thinking of something, her hands moved behind her... to her bottom... feeling the cool air on her naked skin through the tear... and then, carried the home keys concealed in her palm. She felt a sickeningly exuberant thrill at the thought of the humiliation she was about to orchestrate.
Dattu gave her a broad smile when he saw her coming out with tumbler and he poured the milk into it. He was watching closely into her chest as the light Kurta was giving away everything he wanted to see.
Her nipples were erect and pointed... giving him goosebumps. He could see the reddish circles of her areolas through the thin fabric, straining against the cloth as if begging for his rough, milk-stained fingers to pinch them. Once finished gulping in her entire exotic beauty, he could not stop smiling broadly at Tanvi.
To her, Dattu’s grin seemed like a sleazy, and lecherous smirk thrown at here…to her own internal shock - she was not repulsed of his foul smile…
"Kya naseeb hai mera, itne bade-bade thun dekhne ko mil rahe hain... mann kar raha hai yahin kachchi chaba jaun (What luck I have, getting to see such big tits... I feel like chewing them raw right here), he thought, his pulse hammering in his throat.
Tanvi returned a polite smile and said thank you.
Before Dattu could even open his mouth to gasp, Tanvi turned and presented her back to him, and took one step inside the threshold, and yelped... her heart hammered by visualizing the view she was about to gift to the lowlife...
"Oh-God-Keys!", purposefully she dropped the keys to floor... and...
Dattu's air got stuck in his chest!
Tanvi, in the pretense to pick the dropped keys, leaned forward and bent at her hips.
Her thighs parted...clearly...the slit of her black gym pant stretched...opening itself against her ass-cheeks...like a slow-motion movie...
The particular action she made forced the torn legging slit to gape... to spread... to allow her naked ass, naked pussy, to go exposed... completely uncovering her chastity... her deep red, swollen nether lips were showcased perfectly in the light, glistening with a traitorous moisture.
It was the view of a lifetime to the low-class milkman... a glimpse of a goddess offering herself to an animal.
"Teri maa ki... poori khul gayi re saali! Kya makhan jaisi choot hai, ekdum chamak rahi hai (Shittt... she is fully opening up to.me! What a buttery pussy, it's absolutely shining with her juices), Dattu’s mind screamed in a carnal frenzy.
Then Tanvi lifted herself up... making it as slow as she could... she knew very well that she was no longer a proud housewife... in her mind, she saw the reflection of a slut... of a whore... who was willing to do anything... to make any penis hard... a truly unworthy woman... that was how she felt... a shameless slut that thrived and yearned for the filthy and sleazy desires of men like Dattu.
She was well aware of her gaped open pussy... as the cold air of the morning was fully caressing her hairless, and soaked hole... holes... she made one extra effort to bend her head lower than it already was... and that move... a flash... a glimpse... her last move made her ass-clefts to part... part so neatly that she felt her dirtiest hole being exposed... she had to bite her lips to stop that involuntary moan from leaving her throat...
Then with a smile that killed his heart, she turned to face him!
Dattu stood paralysed with every nerve endings frozen!
Except his shaft... it stood erect, engorged with it's every cell burning with blood pumping to burst itself... pointed like an arrow, all of it's blood vessels pulsing and pumping venom...
His hips bucked... severely... he got shamed... failed to lift his face to meet his deepest desire...
Dattu spilled it!
His penis - leaked it’s first, thick, sticky bead of his mucky sperm to burst and fountain right onto his rough trousers.
Tanvi stood for a moment taking and noting all the emotions she saw on the face of her lowlife milkman... she saw him unable to look at her...
Dattu’s was scared beyond any reality he knew of… his body unable to respond to his head yelling to run away… while his shaft released everything out… he was unable to stop the involuntary move of his bucking hips…
Tanvi saw everything… and saw her maid’s husband was unable to lift his face and meet her eyes…
From that courage, her eyes fell to his groin... an evil smile came over... she saw the wet circle... and it's circumference increasing spontaneously... and her Basti lover completely and absolutely unable to stop his sperm from squirting out... her maid’s husband was spilling his grime shamelessly… her sharp nose picked the faint smell of his sperm and a jolt of devilish thrill started and ended at her spine…
Dattu was like a man who lost his reality, his mind filled with the exuberant, carnal and absolutely nake images of Tanvi's exposed privates... and with one jolt that shook him completely, he felt the last and final spurt being propelled out of his boneless muscle…
With a soft mumble of apology, the milkman ran...
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