18-04-2026, 09:05 PM
I rode the white Activa as fast as I could through the evening traffic, my heart pounding with urgency. The wind whipped against my face and made my yellow saree pallu flutter behind me. My heavy boobs bounced inside the yellow blouse with every bump on the road, and my pussy still felt warm and slightly wet from all the earlier tension.
By the time I reached the election meeting venue on the outskirts of the city, it was already over. The crowd was dispersing, people were folding chairs, and the stage was being cleared. To my deep disappointment, Reddy Sir had already left.
I quickly took out my phone and called him. He answered after a few rings.
"Sudha… you reached?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, but the meeting is over. Where are you?" I said, my voice filled with disappointment.
Reddy Sir replied casually,
"I am at a restaurant having dinner with the MLA. I will send you the location now. Come there."
A moment later, the WhatsApp location arrived. I restarted the Activa and rode again, feeling exhausted. My arms were aching from holding the handlebar, my thighs were tired from gripping the seat, and the constant bouncing was making my heavy boobs feel sore inside the blouse. But I kept riding desperately. I had to meet him tonight. I had to get the gas agency for my husband.
When I finally reached the restaurant, it was already 8 PM. The place was almost empty. I searched everywhere but Reddy Sir and the MLA were nowhere to be seen.
I called him again, my voice tired and desperate.
"Sir… I have reached the restaurant, but you are not here."
Reddy Sir answered calmly,
"Oh, we finished dinner and left already. We are now at a dhaba on the highway, having tea. I will send you the new location. Come quickly."
Another WhatsApp message arrived with the new location.
I felt completely exhausted. My body was tired from riding the bike for so long, my back was hurting, and my pussy was still sensitive from all the earlier arousal and tension. But I couldn’t stop now. I was desperate to meet Reddy Sir. This was my only chance to secure the gas agency for my husband and finally become rich — richer than my sisters and all my relatives.
I restarted the Activa and began riding again toward the dhaba, my heart filled with exhaustion, desperation, and determination.
I reached the dhaba around 8:30 PM, completely exhausted.
My arms were aching from gripping the handlebar for so long, my thighs were sore from riding, and my back hurt. The yellow saree was slightly dishevelled from the wind and the long ride. I felt tired, sweaty, and desperate.
Outside the dhaba, under the dim yellow bulb of a small tea shop, Reddy Sir was standing. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants, looking powerful even in simple clothes. Next to him stood the MLA in a white shirt and white dhoti. A little behind the tea shop, five to ten of the MLA’s men were smoking cigarettes, staying at a respectful distance so they wouldn’t smoke in front of the MLA and Reddy Sir.
They had not noticed me yet.
Opposite the dhaba was a cheap lodge. It looked old and rundown. The building was painted in faded pink with many cracks on the walls. A rusty signboard read “Sri Lakshmi Lodge” in broken letters. The entrance had a weak tube light flickering above the door. Several windows had broken shutters, and some had clothes hanging outside. The lodge looked dirty, with paan stains on the walls and a narrow corridor leading to the rooms. A few old bikes and an auto were parked carelessly in front of it.
I quickly turned the Activa and parked it behind the cheap lodge, in the dark corner where the light from the dhaba and the lodge barely reached. The area was shadowed and hidden from view.
I sat on the bike for a moment, breathing heavily, preparing to adjust my saree before going to meet him.
I parked the white Activa behind the cheap lodge in the dark corner, switched off the ignition, and locked it carefully with the key.
Still sitting on the bike, I first raised both hands and adjusted my long black hair. I gathered the messy strands, ran my fingers through them slowly, and tied them into a neat loose bun at the back of my head. A few soft, silky strands deliberately fell around my face and neck, framing it beautifully. The simple act of lifting my arms made my heavy boobs rise and push forward inside the yellow blouse, stretching the yellow blouse tightly across my chest.
I stood up from the bike, my wide hips swaying naturally. A cool evening wind suddenly blew across the open area, making my yellow saree flutter gently against my legs.
I began adjusting my yellow saree with both hands. I pulled the pallu properly over my left shoulder, smoothing it slowly and sensually over my heavy boobs, letting my palms glide over the soft curves. Then I adjusted the pleats at my waist, running my hands down the front of the yellow saree, pressing the thin yellow saree against my lower belly and wide hips. The yellow saree clung lovingly to my body, outlining the deep curve of my waist and the full roundness of my plump ass cheeks.
Next, I slipped my hands inside the pallu and adjusted my white bra over my blouse. I cupped my heavy boobs from below, lifting them gently and settling them properly inside the white bra cups. My thick, dark nipples brushed against the bra as I squeezed and arranged my boobs, causing them to jiggle softly and settle into a deep, tempting cleavage that pressed against the yellow blouse. I gave them one final, slow adjustment, feeling their weight and softness in my palms.
Finally, I slid both hands under the yellow saree and under the yellow petticoat at my hips and adjusted my maroon panties.
A cool breeze blew again, lifting the edge of my yellow saree and yellow petticoat slightly as I raised them. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the maroon panties and slowly pulled them higher on my wide hips, letting the cool wind kiss my exposed skin. Then I ran my fingertips along the elastic edges of the maroon panties, smoothing the thin maroon panties carefully over my plump pussy lips. I pressed the crotch of the maroon panties firmly and slowly against my pussy, making sure the maroon panties hugged my smooth, freshly shaved pussy perfectly and gently pressed on my clit. I slid my fingers back and forth, letting the thin maroon panties rub deliciously against my wet slit while the cool wind continued to tease my thighs.
I moved my hands to the back and cupped my big, soft ass cheeks through the maroon panties. I squeezed them slowly and sensually, letting my fingers sink deep into the juicy flesh of my ass cheeks, then pulled the thin maroon panties upward so it wedged tightly between my plump ass cheeks, creating a perfect, teasing line that disappeared into the warm cleft of my ass. I gave my ass cheeks one final, slow, firm squeeze, feeling how full and soft they were under the maroon panties.
The moment the two young lodge workers in khaki shirts and khaki pants saw me sliding my hands under the yellow saree and yellow petticoat to adjust my maroon panties, they lost control. Their eyes widened, and they immediately pulled out their hard cocks and started jerking off furiously while staring at me.
I was completely unaware of them at first.
I took a deep breath, straightened my posture so my boobs stood out proudly, and began walking towards Reddy Sir with slow, graceful steps. My heavy boobs bounced gently inside the yellow blouse with every step, my wide hips swayed seductively, and my plump ass cheeks jiggled softly under the yellow saree.
Only then did I notice the two boys. They were stroking their cocks desperately, moaning loudly as they came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the ground while looking at me. The moment they saw me looking in their direction, they panicked, quickly stuffed their cocks back into their pants, and ran inside the lodge.
I ignored them completely and continued walking towards Reddy Sir with a calm, graceful stride.
I took a deep breath and began crossing the highway to reach Reddy Sir and the MLA.
The road was wide and busy with passing vehicles. As I walked, the cool evening wind kept lifting the edge of my yellow saree slightly, making the thin yellow saree cling to my thick thighs and round ass cheeks. My heavy boobs bounced gently inside the yellow blouse with every step, and the pallu of the yellow saree fluttered, occasionally revealing more of my deep cleavage.
The men behind the tea shop who were smoking noticed me immediately. Their eyes turned dark with lust as they stared shamelessly at my swaying boobs and the way my yellow saree hugged my wide hips and plump ass cheeks. One of them bit his lip while another adjusted his crotch openly, their gazes locked on the soft jiggle of my ass and the outline of my boobs straining against the yellow blouse. They looked like they wanted to rip my yellow saree off right there on the highway and fuck me hard against the wall.
I kept walking, pretending not to notice them.
As I reached the other side, the MLA suddenly turned his head and saw me. His eyes widened with immediate hunger. He stared at my heavy boobs bouncing inside the yellow blouse, then at my deep navel area even though it was covered, and finally at my wide hips and the way my plump ass cheeks moved under the yellow saree. His gaze was so intense and filthy that it felt like he was mentally undressing me, imagining squeezing my boobs, spreading my ass cheeks, and shoving his cock deep into my pussy. He licked his lips slowly, not even trying to hide his lust.
I felt a fresh wave of heat between my thighs but continued walking.
As I reached the tea shop, Reddy Sir finally noticed me. His eyes lit up with sudden excitement and raw horniness. He exclaimed loudly,
"Sudha!"
Before I could react, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his complete embrace. His big belly pressed against my soft stomach, and his hands rested firmly on my lower back, just above my ass cheeks. I had no choice but to hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. My heavy boobs crushed softly against his chest as he held me tight.
I was taken by surprise. I had wanted him to treat me respectfully, without lust, but he was already hugging me possessively, his body heat radiating into mine.
While still hugging me, I felt his cock instantly harden against my lower belly, pressing through his white pants. He kept holding me close and whispered near my ear,
"I am so glad you could make it, Sudha."
He didn’t let go, still hugging me tightly as his hard cock throbbed against me.
Reddy Sir kept me in his tight embrace for a few more seconds, his hard cock pressing insistently against my lower belly through his white pants. I could feel it throbbing against me as he held my waist possessively.
The MLA was standing right beside us, watching everything with dark, hungry eyes. Seeing Reddy Sir enjoying himself hugging me so openly made the MLA visibly horny. His gaze roamed shamelessly over my body, lingering on my heavy boobs pressed against Reddy Sir’s chest and the way my wide hips were pulled close.
Reddy Sir finally loosened his arms a little and introduced me with a proud smile.
"Sir, this is Sudha… wife of my most loyal man, Rajesh."
The MLA’s eyes lit up with lust the moment he heard my name. He stepped forward without hesitation.
"Hello Sudha," he said in a deep, smooth voice, his eyes devouring me from head to toe.
Before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug, just like Reddy Sir had done. His hands settled firmly on my lower back, then slowly slid down to rest on the upper curve of my ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He pressed his body against mine, his belly touching my soft stomach, and his chest crushing my heavy boobs. I could clearly feel his cock growing hard and thick against my lower belly.
Reddy Sir gestured with his eyes, silently telling me to hug him back.
I had no choice. If I pushed the MLA away or refused to hug him, Reddy Sir might get angry and ruin any chance of getting the gas agency for my husband. So, in fear and desperation, I wrapped my arms around the MLA’s neck and hugged him back tightly, pressing my body fully into his embrace.
The MLA let out a low, satisfied groan.
"My god… she is so friendly," he exclaimed, his voice thick with lust.
While still hugging me, he grew bolder. His hands slid lower and boldly grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He squeezed my ass cheeks firmly, his fingers digging into the juicy flesh through the thin yellow saree. He kneaded and groped my plump ass cheeks openly, feeling their softness and weight, pulling me even closer so his hard cock pressed harder against my belly.
I felt like pushing him off immediately — the shame and discomfort burned inside me. But I knew if I did that, Reddy Sir would get angry and the gas agency dream would be destroyed. So I endured it, letting the MLA enjoy himself, his hands continuously squeezing and feeling up my ass cheeks over the yellow saree while I remained in his tight embrace, smiling politely even as my heart raced with humiliation and fear.
Reddy Sir kept one arm loosely around my waist while he turned slightly toward the MLA and began speaking proudly.
"Sir, this is Sudha, wife of my most loyal man Rajesh. Rajesh has been with me for many years. He is extremely loyal and never questions anything I ask him to do. Sudha and Rajesh had a love marriage. She comes from a very good, respectable family, but she left everything behind to marry him and live in the slum. Such a devoted wife."
The MLA nodded as if he was listening attentively to Reddy Sir, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
He was still hugging me tightly, his body pressed flush against mine. My heavy boobs were crushed softly against his chest, the soft flesh of my boobs flattening and spilling slightly against him through the yellow blouse and white bra. I could feel his heartbeat thudding against my boobs as he held me close.
While pretending to listen to Reddy Sir, the MLA’s hands slowly moved upward on my back. His palms glided over the yellow saree and felt the outline of my white bra straps and the hooks at the back. He traced the band of the white bra with his fingers, pressing gently, enjoying the feel of the white bra against my back and the way my boobs moved with every breath I took.
Then his hands slid downward again, boldly moving over the curve of my lower back until they reached my ass cheeks. He grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks firmly with both hands over the yellow saree, squeezing the plump flesh. His fingers dug deep into my juicy ass cheeks, kneading and groping them slowly and possessively. He pulled my ass cheeks apart slightly through the yellow saree, feeling the warm cleft between them, then pressed them back together, enjoying the way the soft, heavy globes filled his palms. He kept squeezing rhythmically, lifting and releasing my ass cheeks, letting them jiggle under his grip while his hard cock throbbed insistently against my lower belly.
I was helplessly trapped in his embrace. I had no choice but to keep my arms wrapped around his neck and hug him back tightly, my heavy boobs pressed firmly against his chest. Every time he squeezed and groped my ass cheeks, my body jolted slightly, and I could feel his thick, hard cock pressing and twitching against me. I felt ashamed and powerless, but I endured it, knowing that if I resisted, Reddy Sir would get angry and the chance for the gas agency would be ruined.
The MLA continued to grope my ass cheeks openly while nodding to Reddy Sir’s words, his hands never leaving my plump ass, squeezing, kneading, and feeling every soft, juicy curve as if he owned it.
Reddy Sir noticed the uncomfortable look in my eyes. I subtly gestured to him with my eyes, silently pleading that I couldn’t bear the MLA’s tight hug any longer.
Reddy Sir immediately understood.
"Come Sudha," he said in a firm but calm voice.
He reached out and grabbed my right hand with his left hand, gently but possessively pulling me toward him. The MLA reluctantly loosened his grip. His hands slowly slid off my ass cheeks over the yellow saree, fingers dragging across the soft, plump flesh one last time, squeezing lightly as if he didn’t want to let go. He finally broke the hug, but not before his palms gave my ass cheeks one final, slow, possessive grope, feeling the full roundness and softness through the thin yellow saree.
I felt a huge wave of relief the moment the MLA’s arms left my body.
Reddy Sir held my hand firmly and turned to the MLA.
"Sir, you should go home and take rest. I need to talk to Sudha about something important. That’s why she has come here."
As he was speaking, the MLA’s men came and stood respectfully nearby. Moments later, the MLA’s driver brought the car forward. The MLA gave me one last lingering look, then got into the car with his men and they drove away.
The moment the car left, I felt so safe in Reddy Sir’s hands.
He was still holding my right hand gently but protectively. The strong, confident grip made me feel strangely secure. Even though I knew his intentions might not be pure, right now he had rescued me from the MLA’s shameless groping. For the first time since arriving, I felt a small sense of relief standing next to him.
Reddy Sir looked at me with a soft, knowing smile and said quietly,
"You did well, Sudha. Now let’s talk properly."
Reddy Sir was still holding my right hand gently but possessively. He looked at me with a calm, knowing smile and asked in a low, polite voice,
"Sudha, tell me… what did you want to talk to me about?"
I took a small breath, preparing to speak about the gas agency for my husband.
Before I could say anything, Reddy Sir gently interrupted,
"Wait… have you had your dinner yet?"
I shook my head honestly and replied softly,
"No Sir… I haven’t eaten anything since afternoon."
He smiled warmly and said,
"Then let’s have dinner first and talk afterwards. Come."
Still holding my hand, he led me inside the dhaba.
The dhaba was a typical roadside eatery — open on three sides, with a thatched roof, wooden benches, and plastic chairs. The air smelled of freshly cooked food, spices, and tandoor smoke. A few truck drivers and local men were eating at different tables. The moment Reddy Sir entered, the entire place became silent. Everyone recognized him instantly. The owner and waiters rushed forward with folded hands, greeting him with deep respect.
They quickly cleaned a nice corner table for us, wiping it thoroughly and placing fresh plates and glasses. Instead of sitting opposite me, Reddy Sir chose to sit right next to me on my right side, still holding my hand until we were seated.
He looked at me kindly and asked,
"Tell me your favourite dishes, Sudha. Whatever you want, just say it."
I mentioned a few simple items I liked. Reddy Sir immediately ordered everything I asked for, plus many more rich dishes — butter naan, paneer butter masala, dal makhani, chicken curry, fresh salad, and cold drinks. Within minutes, the table was filled with hot, aromatic food. The waiters served everything with extra care and respect.
I had never eaten such delicious, rich food in my life. The flavours were amazing. I felt so happy and overwhelmed. For the first time in many years, I was eating like this — proper, tasty, abundant food.
While we were eating, Reddy Sir was very caring and sensual in his attention. He tore a piece of soft butter naan, rolled it generously with creamy paneer butter masala, and brought it to my lips with his own hand.
"Open your mouth, Sudha," he said softly.
I opened my mouth obediently, completely focused on enjoying the rich, delicious food. As I took the bite, my lips closed around his fingers for a brief moment. I gently licked the thick, spicy gravy off his fingertips, my tongue softly cleaning every drop without realizing how intimate it felt.
Reddy Sir’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched me. He didn’t pull his fingers away immediately. He let me lick them clean, his breathing becoming slightly heavier. After I finished the bite, he slowly brought the same fingers to his own mouth and sucked them, tasting the exact place my lips and tongue had just touched, his gaze locked on my mouth the entire time.
He repeated the act again and again — feeding me with his hand, deliberately letting his fingertips linger between my lips, making me lick the gravy off them while I was lost in the taste of the food. Every time I licked his fingers, he grew visibly hornier, his eyes turning darker and his body shifting closer to mine. He was clearly enjoying the subtle, sensual intimacy of me sucking his fingers while pretending it was only about feeding me.
I felt protected, cared for, and strangely desired at the same time, completely unaware of how erotic the scene looked from the outside.
For those few minutes, sitting next to him and being fed by his hand, I felt safe and special.
After we finished dinner, Reddy Sir and I walked out of the dhaba together.
We went back to the same small tea shop where the MLA and others had been having tea earlier. Reddy Sir looked at me gently and asked,
"Sudha, what would you like to have? Tea? Coffee? Something cold?"
I replied softly,
"Lemon tea please, Sir."
He nodded and ordered a strong masala chai for himself and a hot lemon tea for me. The waiter brought the drinks quickly. The hot lemon tea felt incredibly refreshing and soothing after the rich, heavy dinner. I sipped it slowly, feeling the warm, tangy liquid calm my stomach and refresh my senses. For the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely good and satisfied after eating.
While we were drinking tea, Reddy Sir spoke in a calm, friendly voice about my husband.
"Rajesh is a very good and loyal man, Sudha. He has been with me since he was young. He never complains, never hesitates. I trust him completely. It’s rare to find such loyalty these days."
He continued talking about how Rajesh had proved his faithfulness many times and how proud he was of him. I listened quietly, nodding, but inside I was nervous and tense. I still didn’t know how to bring up the topic of the gas agency, and now I was feeling increasingly uneasy.
That’s when one of Reddy Sir’s close friends stopped his car right in front of the tea shop. He got out and walked over to us. After greeting Reddy Sir respectfully, he looked concerned and said,
"Sir, why are you standing here alone on the highway at this time? It’s not safe. You have many enemies. Anyone can try something. Please don’t stay here like this. It’s risky."
As I heard those words, a wave of tension washed over me. I suddenly realized how dangerous this situation was. Reddy Sir was one of the most powerful men in the area, but standing openly on the highway at night with only a few men around was not safe at all. As a rowdy’s wife, I knew very well how these things worked — people like Reddy Sir had enemies everywhere, and one wrong moment could turn deadly.
I felt nervous and guilty at the same time. This was clearly not the right place or time to open up about the gas agency. I kept quiet, sipping my lemon tea, my mind racing with worry.
The friend continued advising him politely but firmly,
"Sir, please leave this place now. Go somewhere safer. The highway is not good at this hour."
Reddy Sir nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging the advice. He finished his tea and looked at me.
I continued sipping my lemon tea, feeling the warm liquid comfort me, while my mind kept racing with tension. I now understood clearly — this was not the right place or moment to talk about the gas agency.
Reddy Sir looked around at the dark highway, the passing trucks, and the few men still standing nearby. His expression became serious.
"Sudha, it is not safe to stand here like this. There are too many eyes and too many risks on the highway at this hour. Whatever you wanted to discuss with me, we can talk properly inside the lodge. It will be much safer and quieter there."
I felt a fresh wave of tension rise in my chest. He was right. Standing openly on the highway at night was dangerous for a man like him. He had many enemies, and one wrong moment could turn deadly. As a rowdy’s wife, I knew exactly how these things worked. I also realized that this was not the right place to talk about the gas agency. Inside the lodge would be safer, more private, and less risky.
I nodded slowly and said softly,
"Yes Sir… you are right. It is better to talk inside the lodge."
Reddy Sir gave a small, satisfied smile. Without saying anything more, he reached out and took my right hand in his left hand. He interlaced his fingers with mine, holding my hand firmly and possessively. The way he gripped my hand — fingers tightly locked with mine — made me feel like he was claiming me, as if he wanted to make it clear to everyone that I was with him now.
He began walking across the highway, gently pulling me along with him. His grip was strong and confident, his thumb occasionally brushing over the back of my hand. Every time a vehicle passed, he pulled me slightly closer to his side, protecting me while keeping our fingers interlocked. The warmth of his palm and the firm way he held my hand sent a strange mix of fear and tension through my body.
We crossed the road safely and continued walking towards the cheap lodge. His fingers remained tightly entwined with mine the entire way, as if he had no intention of letting go.
I followed him quietly, my heart beating fast, fully aware that I was now walking hand-in-hand with Reddy Sir towards the lodge, completely at his mercy.
Reddy Sir continued holding my right hand firmly, his fingers interlaced with mine as he led me across the road and straight into the cheap lodge.
The moment we stepped inside, the lodge owner — a middle-aged man who clearly knew Reddy Sir very well — stood up from behind the reception desk with a big smile.
"Reddy Sir! Welcome, Sir! It is such an honour to have you here."
His eyes then shifted to me. He looked at Reddy Sir, then at me, and asked casually with a grin,
"Sir, is this your daughter?"
Reddy Sir was clearly much older than me. The question made both of them burst into laughter. Reddy Sir laughed heartily and shook his head.
The lodge owner quickly corrected himself with a respectful smile,
"Sorry Sir, I was just joking. Please forgive me. It is a great honour to have you in my lodge. But I must tell you honestly — the facilities here are very basic and not up to your standard. The rooms are simple, the AC is old, and the bathroom is small."
Reddy Sir waved his hand casually and replied in a calm voice,
"It’s okay. We don’t need anything fancy. We just need a quiet place to discuss some important things. That’s all."
The word “discussion” made me feel a wave of relief. For the first time since arriving, I felt hopeful. Reddy Sir seemed ready to listen to me about the gas agency. Maybe this meeting would finally bring the change I desperately wanted for my husband and my sons.
The lodge owner nodded respectfully and quickly handed over a key to the best available room.
Reddy Sir thanked him and, still holding my hand, began walking with me towards the room.
I followed quietly beside him, my heart beating with a mixture of nervousness and cautious hope.
One of the room boys came forward and took us to the room on the second floor. The lodge had no working lift, so we had to climb the old, narrow, dimly lit stairs. The stairs were worn out, with cracked tiles and creaking wooden steps. Reddy Sir held my hand the entire way, guiding me up carefully.
The room boy opened the door and switched on the light. The room was small, old, and very basic — typical of a cheap roadside lodge. The walls were painted in faded cream with patches of dampness and peeling paint. A single double bed with a thin mattress and an old bedsheet took up most of the space. There was a small wooden table with two plastic chairs, a dusty mirror on the wall, and a tiny attached bathroom with a rusty tap and a plastic bucket. A weak ceiling fan hung above the bed, and an old air-conditioner was fixed on the wall near the window.
The room boy tried to switch on the broken AC. It made a loud rattling noise but refused to start. He tried again, then turned to Reddy Sir with an embarrassed face.
"Sir, the AC is not working properly. The cooling is very weak and sometimes it stops. The fan is also old. The bathroom is small and the water pressure is low. I am very sorry, Sir. This is the best room we have."
Reddy Sir waved his hand calmly and said in a relaxed voice,
"It’s okay. Don’t worry about all that. We are here only to discuss some important matters. That’s all. You can go now."
The moment Reddy Sir said “only to discuss”, a huge wave of relief washed over me. My tensed shoulders relaxed and I felt my breathing become easier. For the first time since I had decided to meet him, I felt genuinely safe. He was not forcing anything. He really seemed ready to talk about the gas agency and nothing more.
The room boy nodded respectfully and left, closing the door behind him.
Now it was just Reddy Sir and me alone in the small, quiet room.
I stood there, still holding his hand lightly, feeling a mix of nervousness and cautious hope.
By the time I reached the election meeting venue on the outskirts of the city, it was already over. The crowd was dispersing, people were folding chairs, and the stage was being cleared. To my deep disappointment, Reddy Sir had already left.
I quickly took out my phone and called him. He answered after a few rings.
"Sudha… you reached?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, but the meeting is over. Where are you?" I said, my voice filled with disappointment.
Reddy Sir replied casually,
"I am at a restaurant having dinner with the MLA. I will send you the location now. Come there."
A moment later, the WhatsApp location arrived. I restarted the Activa and rode again, feeling exhausted. My arms were aching from holding the handlebar, my thighs were tired from gripping the seat, and the constant bouncing was making my heavy boobs feel sore inside the blouse. But I kept riding desperately. I had to meet him tonight. I had to get the gas agency for my husband.
When I finally reached the restaurant, it was already 8 PM. The place was almost empty. I searched everywhere but Reddy Sir and the MLA were nowhere to be seen.
I called him again, my voice tired and desperate.
"Sir… I have reached the restaurant, but you are not here."
Reddy Sir answered calmly,
"Oh, we finished dinner and left already. We are now at a dhaba on the highway, having tea. I will send you the new location. Come quickly."
Another WhatsApp message arrived with the new location.
I felt completely exhausted. My body was tired from riding the bike for so long, my back was hurting, and my pussy was still sensitive from all the earlier arousal and tension. But I couldn’t stop now. I was desperate to meet Reddy Sir. This was my only chance to secure the gas agency for my husband and finally become rich — richer than my sisters and all my relatives.
I restarted the Activa and began riding again toward the dhaba, my heart filled with exhaustion, desperation, and determination.
I reached the dhaba around 8:30 PM, completely exhausted.
My arms were aching from gripping the handlebar for so long, my thighs were sore from riding, and my back hurt. The yellow saree was slightly dishevelled from the wind and the long ride. I felt tired, sweaty, and desperate.
Outside the dhaba, under the dim yellow bulb of a small tea shop, Reddy Sir was standing. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants, looking powerful even in simple clothes. Next to him stood the MLA in a white shirt and white dhoti. A little behind the tea shop, five to ten of the MLA’s men were smoking cigarettes, staying at a respectful distance so they wouldn’t smoke in front of the MLA and Reddy Sir.
They had not noticed me yet.
Opposite the dhaba was a cheap lodge. It looked old and rundown. The building was painted in faded pink with many cracks on the walls. A rusty signboard read “Sri Lakshmi Lodge” in broken letters. The entrance had a weak tube light flickering above the door. Several windows had broken shutters, and some had clothes hanging outside. The lodge looked dirty, with paan stains on the walls and a narrow corridor leading to the rooms. A few old bikes and an auto were parked carelessly in front of it.
I quickly turned the Activa and parked it behind the cheap lodge, in the dark corner where the light from the dhaba and the lodge barely reached. The area was shadowed and hidden from view.
I sat on the bike for a moment, breathing heavily, preparing to adjust my saree before going to meet him.
I parked the white Activa behind the cheap lodge in the dark corner, switched off the ignition, and locked it carefully with the key.
Still sitting on the bike, I first raised both hands and adjusted my long black hair. I gathered the messy strands, ran my fingers through them slowly, and tied them into a neat loose bun at the back of my head. A few soft, silky strands deliberately fell around my face and neck, framing it beautifully. The simple act of lifting my arms made my heavy boobs rise and push forward inside the yellow blouse, stretching the yellow blouse tightly across my chest.
I stood up from the bike, my wide hips swaying naturally. A cool evening wind suddenly blew across the open area, making my yellow saree flutter gently against my legs.
I began adjusting my yellow saree with both hands. I pulled the pallu properly over my left shoulder, smoothing it slowly and sensually over my heavy boobs, letting my palms glide over the soft curves. Then I adjusted the pleats at my waist, running my hands down the front of the yellow saree, pressing the thin yellow saree against my lower belly and wide hips. The yellow saree clung lovingly to my body, outlining the deep curve of my waist and the full roundness of my plump ass cheeks.
Next, I slipped my hands inside the pallu and adjusted my white bra over my blouse. I cupped my heavy boobs from below, lifting them gently and settling them properly inside the white bra cups. My thick, dark nipples brushed against the bra as I squeezed and arranged my boobs, causing them to jiggle softly and settle into a deep, tempting cleavage that pressed against the yellow blouse. I gave them one final, slow adjustment, feeling their weight and softness in my palms.
Finally, I slid both hands under the yellow saree and under the yellow petticoat at my hips and adjusted my maroon panties.
A cool breeze blew again, lifting the edge of my yellow saree and yellow petticoat slightly as I raised them. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the maroon panties and slowly pulled them higher on my wide hips, letting the cool wind kiss my exposed skin. Then I ran my fingertips along the elastic edges of the maroon panties, smoothing the thin maroon panties carefully over my plump pussy lips. I pressed the crotch of the maroon panties firmly and slowly against my pussy, making sure the maroon panties hugged my smooth, freshly shaved pussy perfectly and gently pressed on my clit. I slid my fingers back and forth, letting the thin maroon panties rub deliciously against my wet slit while the cool wind continued to tease my thighs.
I moved my hands to the back and cupped my big, soft ass cheeks through the maroon panties. I squeezed them slowly and sensually, letting my fingers sink deep into the juicy flesh of my ass cheeks, then pulled the thin maroon panties upward so it wedged tightly between my plump ass cheeks, creating a perfect, teasing line that disappeared into the warm cleft of my ass. I gave my ass cheeks one final, slow, firm squeeze, feeling how full and soft they were under the maroon panties.
The moment the two young lodge workers in khaki shirts and khaki pants saw me sliding my hands under the yellow saree and yellow petticoat to adjust my maroon panties, they lost control. Their eyes widened, and they immediately pulled out their hard cocks and started jerking off furiously while staring at me.
I was completely unaware of them at first.
I took a deep breath, straightened my posture so my boobs stood out proudly, and began walking towards Reddy Sir with slow, graceful steps. My heavy boobs bounced gently inside the yellow blouse with every step, my wide hips swayed seductively, and my plump ass cheeks jiggled softly under the yellow saree.
Only then did I notice the two boys. They were stroking their cocks desperately, moaning loudly as they came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the ground while looking at me. The moment they saw me looking in their direction, they panicked, quickly stuffed their cocks back into their pants, and ran inside the lodge.
I ignored them completely and continued walking towards Reddy Sir with a calm, graceful stride.
I took a deep breath and began crossing the highway to reach Reddy Sir and the MLA.
The road was wide and busy with passing vehicles. As I walked, the cool evening wind kept lifting the edge of my yellow saree slightly, making the thin yellow saree cling to my thick thighs and round ass cheeks. My heavy boobs bounced gently inside the yellow blouse with every step, and the pallu of the yellow saree fluttered, occasionally revealing more of my deep cleavage.
The men behind the tea shop who were smoking noticed me immediately. Their eyes turned dark with lust as they stared shamelessly at my swaying boobs and the way my yellow saree hugged my wide hips and plump ass cheeks. One of them bit his lip while another adjusted his crotch openly, their gazes locked on the soft jiggle of my ass and the outline of my boobs straining against the yellow blouse. They looked like they wanted to rip my yellow saree off right there on the highway and fuck me hard against the wall.
I kept walking, pretending not to notice them.
As I reached the other side, the MLA suddenly turned his head and saw me. His eyes widened with immediate hunger. He stared at my heavy boobs bouncing inside the yellow blouse, then at my deep navel area even though it was covered, and finally at my wide hips and the way my plump ass cheeks moved under the yellow saree. His gaze was so intense and filthy that it felt like he was mentally undressing me, imagining squeezing my boobs, spreading my ass cheeks, and shoving his cock deep into my pussy. He licked his lips slowly, not even trying to hide his lust.
I felt a fresh wave of heat between my thighs but continued walking.
As I reached the tea shop, Reddy Sir finally noticed me. His eyes lit up with sudden excitement and raw horniness. He exclaimed loudly,
"Sudha!"
Before I could react, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his complete embrace. His big belly pressed against my soft stomach, and his hands rested firmly on my lower back, just above my ass cheeks. I had no choice but to hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. My heavy boobs crushed softly against his chest as he held me tight.
I was taken by surprise. I had wanted him to treat me respectfully, without lust, but he was already hugging me possessively, his body heat radiating into mine.
While still hugging me, I felt his cock instantly harden against my lower belly, pressing through his white pants. He kept holding me close and whispered near my ear,
"I am so glad you could make it, Sudha."
He didn’t let go, still hugging me tightly as his hard cock throbbed against me.
Reddy Sir kept me in his tight embrace for a few more seconds, his hard cock pressing insistently against my lower belly through his white pants. I could feel it throbbing against me as he held my waist possessively.
The MLA was standing right beside us, watching everything with dark, hungry eyes. Seeing Reddy Sir enjoying himself hugging me so openly made the MLA visibly horny. His gaze roamed shamelessly over my body, lingering on my heavy boobs pressed against Reddy Sir’s chest and the way my wide hips were pulled close.
Reddy Sir finally loosened his arms a little and introduced me with a proud smile.
"Sir, this is Sudha… wife of my most loyal man, Rajesh."
The MLA’s eyes lit up with lust the moment he heard my name. He stepped forward without hesitation.
"Hello Sudha," he said in a deep, smooth voice, his eyes devouring me from head to toe.
Before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug, just like Reddy Sir had done. His hands settled firmly on my lower back, then slowly slid down to rest on the upper curve of my ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He pressed his body against mine, his belly touching my soft stomach, and his chest crushing my heavy boobs. I could clearly feel his cock growing hard and thick against my lower belly.
Reddy Sir gestured with his eyes, silently telling me to hug him back.
I had no choice. If I pushed the MLA away or refused to hug him, Reddy Sir might get angry and ruin any chance of getting the gas agency for my husband. So, in fear and desperation, I wrapped my arms around the MLA’s neck and hugged him back tightly, pressing my body fully into his embrace.
The MLA let out a low, satisfied groan.
"My god… she is so friendly," he exclaimed, his voice thick with lust.
While still hugging me, he grew bolder. His hands slid lower and boldly grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks over the yellow saree. He squeezed my ass cheeks firmly, his fingers digging into the juicy flesh through the thin yellow saree. He kneaded and groped my plump ass cheeks openly, feeling their softness and weight, pulling me even closer so his hard cock pressed harder against my belly.
I felt like pushing him off immediately — the shame and discomfort burned inside me. But I knew if I did that, Reddy Sir would get angry and the gas agency dream would be destroyed. So I endured it, letting the MLA enjoy himself, his hands continuously squeezing and feeling up my ass cheeks over the yellow saree while I remained in his tight embrace, smiling politely even as my heart raced with humiliation and fear.
Reddy Sir kept one arm loosely around my waist while he turned slightly toward the MLA and began speaking proudly.
"Sir, this is Sudha, wife of my most loyal man Rajesh. Rajesh has been with me for many years. He is extremely loyal and never questions anything I ask him to do. Sudha and Rajesh had a love marriage. She comes from a very good, respectable family, but she left everything behind to marry him and live in the slum. Such a devoted wife."
The MLA nodded as if he was listening attentively to Reddy Sir, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
He was still hugging me tightly, his body pressed flush against mine. My heavy boobs were crushed softly against his chest, the soft flesh of my boobs flattening and spilling slightly against him through the yellow blouse and white bra. I could feel his heartbeat thudding against my boobs as he held me close.
While pretending to listen to Reddy Sir, the MLA’s hands slowly moved upward on my back. His palms glided over the yellow saree and felt the outline of my white bra straps and the hooks at the back. He traced the band of the white bra with his fingers, pressing gently, enjoying the feel of the white bra against my back and the way my boobs moved with every breath I took.
Then his hands slid downward again, boldly moving over the curve of my lower back until they reached my ass cheeks. He grabbed my big, soft ass cheeks firmly with both hands over the yellow saree, squeezing the plump flesh. His fingers dug deep into my juicy ass cheeks, kneading and groping them slowly and possessively. He pulled my ass cheeks apart slightly through the yellow saree, feeling the warm cleft between them, then pressed them back together, enjoying the way the soft, heavy globes filled his palms. He kept squeezing rhythmically, lifting and releasing my ass cheeks, letting them jiggle under his grip while his hard cock throbbed insistently against my lower belly.
I was helplessly trapped in his embrace. I had no choice but to keep my arms wrapped around his neck and hug him back tightly, my heavy boobs pressed firmly against his chest. Every time he squeezed and groped my ass cheeks, my body jolted slightly, and I could feel his thick, hard cock pressing and twitching against me. I felt ashamed and powerless, but I endured it, knowing that if I resisted, Reddy Sir would get angry and the chance for the gas agency would be ruined.
The MLA continued to grope my ass cheeks openly while nodding to Reddy Sir’s words, his hands never leaving my plump ass, squeezing, kneading, and feeling every soft, juicy curve as if he owned it.
Reddy Sir noticed the uncomfortable look in my eyes. I subtly gestured to him with my eyes, silently pleading that I couldn’t bear the MLA’s tight hug any longer.
Reddy Sir immediately understood.
"Come Sudha," he said in a firm but calm voice.
He reached out and grabbed my right hand with his left hand, gently but possessively pulling me toward him. The MLA reluctantly loosened his grip. His hands slowly slid off my ass cheeks over the yellow saree, fingers dragging across the soft, plump flesh one last time, squeezing lightly as if he didn’t want to let go. He finally broke the hug, but not before his palms gave my ass cheeks one final, slow, possessive grope, feeling the full roundness and softness through the thin yellow saree.
I felt a huge wave of relief the moment the MLA’s arms left my body.
Reddy Sir held my hand firmly and turned to the MLA.
"Sir, you should go home and take rest. I need to talk to Sudha about something important. That’s why she has come here."
As he was speaking, the MLA’s men came and stood respectfully nearby. Moments later, the MLA’s driver brought the car forward. The MLA gave me one last lingering look, then got into the car with his men and they drove away.
The moment the car left, I felt so safe in Reddy Sir’s hands.
He was still holding my right hand gently but protectively. The strong, confident grip made me feel strangely secure. Even though I knew his intentions might not be pure, right now he had rescued me from the MLA’s shameless groping. For the first time since arriving, I felt a small sense of relief standing next to him.
Reddy Sir looked at me with a soft, knowing smile and said quietly,
"You did well, Sudha. Now let’s talk properly."
Reddy Sir was still holding my right hand gently but possessively. He looked at me with a calm, knowing smile and asked in a low, polite voice,
"Sudha, tell me… what did you want to talk to me about?"
I took a small breath, preparing to speak about the gas agency for my husband.
Before I could say anything, Reddy Sir gently interrupted,
"Wait… have you had your dinner yet?"
I shook my head honestly and replied softly,
"No Sir… I haven’t eaten anything since afternoon."
He smiled warmly and said,
"Then let’s have dinner first and talk afterwards. Come."
Still holding my hand, he led me inside the dhaba.
The dhaba was a typical roadside eatery — open on three sides, with a thatched roof, wooden benches, and plastic chairs. The air smelled of freshly cooked food, spices, and tandoor smoke. A few truck drivers and local men were eating at different tables. The moment Reddy Sir entered, the entire place became silent. Everyone recognized him instantly. The owner and waiters rushed forward with folded hands, greeting him with deep respect.
They quickly cleaned a nice corner table for us, wiping it thoroughly and placing fresh plates and glasses. Instead of sitting opposite me, Reddy Sir chose to sit right next to me on my right side, still holding my hand until we were seated.
He looked at me kindly and asked,
"Tell me your favourite dishes, Sudha. Whatever you want, just say it."
I mentioned a few simple items I liked. Reddy Sir immediately ordered everything I asked for, plus many more rich dishes — butter naan, paneer butter masala, dal makhani, chicken curry, fresh salad, and cold drinks. Within minutes, the table was filled with hot, aromatic food. The waiters served everything with extra care and respect.
I had never eaten such delicious, rich food in my life. The flavours were amazing. I felt so happy and overwhelmed. For the first time in many years, I was eating like this — proper, tasty, abundant food.
While we were eating, Reddy Sir was very caring and sensual in his attention. He tore a piece of soft butter naan, rolled it generously with creamy paneer butter masala, and brought it to my lips with his own hand.
"Open your mouth, Sudha," he said softly.
I opened my mouth obediently, completely focused on enjoying the rich, delicious food. As I took the bite, my lips closed around his fingers for a brief moment. I gently licked the thick, spicy gravy off his fingertips, my tongue softly cleaning every drop without realizing how intimate it felt.
Reddy Sir’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched me. He didn’t pull his fingers away immediately. He let me lick them clean, his breathing becoming slightly heavier. After I finished the bite, he slowly brought the same fingers to his own mouth and sucked them, tasting the exact place my lips and tongue had just touched, his gaze locked on my mouth the entire time.
He repeated the act again and again — feeding me with his hand, deliberately letting his fingertips linger between my lips, making me lick the gravy off them while I was lost in the taste of the food. Every time I licked his fingers, he grew visibly hornier, his eyes turning darker and his body shifting closer to mine. He was clearly enjoying the subtle, sensual intimacy of me sucking his fingers while pretending it was only about feeding me.
I felt protected, cared for, and strangely desired at the same time, completely unaware of how erotic the scene looked from the outside.
For those few minutes, sitting next to him and being fed by his hand, I felt safe and special.
After we finished dinner, Reddy Sir and I walked out of the dhaba together.
We went back to the same small tea shop where the MLA and others had been having tea earlier. Reddy Sir looked at me gently and asked,
"Sudha, what would you like to have? Tea? Coffee? Something cold?"
I replied softly,
"Lemon tea please, Sir."
He nodded and ordered a strong masala chai for himself and a hot lemon tea for me. The waiter brought the drinks quickly. The hot lemon tea felt incredibly refreshing and soothing after the rich, heavy dinner. I sipped it slowly, feeling the warm, tangy liquid calm my stomach and refresh my senses. For the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely good and satisfied after eating.
While we were drinking tea, Reddy Sir spoke in a calm, friendly voice about my husband.
"Rajesh is a very good and loyal man, Sudha. He has been with me since he was young. He never complains, never hesitates. I trust him completely. It’s rare to find such loyalty these days."
He continued talking about how Rajesh had proved his faithfulness many times and how proud he was of him. I listened quietly, nodding, but inside I was nervous and tense. I still didn’t know how to bring up the topic of the gas agency, and now I was feeling increasingly uneasy.
That’s when one of Reddy Sir’s close friends stopped his car right in front of the tea shop. He got out and walked over to us. After greeting Reddy Sir respectfully, he looked concerned and said,
"Sir, why are you standing here alone on the highway at this time? It’s not safe. You have many enemies. Anyone can try something. Please don’t stay here like this. It’s risky."
As I heard those words, a wave of tension washed over me. I suddenly realized how dangerous this situation was. Reddy Sir was one of the most powerful men in the area, but standing openly on the highway at night with only a few men around was not safe at all. As a rowdy’s wife, I knew very well how these things worked — people like Reddy Sir had enemies everywhere, and one wrong moment could turn deadly.
I felt nervous and guilty at the same time. This was clearly not the right place or time to open up about the gas agency. I kept quiet, sipping my lemon tea, my mind racing with worry.
The friend continued advising him politely but firmly,
"Sir, please leave this place now. Go somewhere safer. The highway is not good at this hour."
Reddy Sir nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging the advice. He finished his tea and looked at me.
I continued sipping my lemon tea, feeling the warm liquid comfort me, while my mind kept racing with tension. I now understood clearly — this was not the right place or moment to talk about the gas agency.
Reddy Sir looked around at the dark highway, the passing trucks, and the few men still standing nearby. His expression became serious.
"Sudha, it is not safe to stand here like this. There are too many eyes and too many risks on the highway at this hour. Whatever you wanted to discuss with me, we can talk properly inside the lodge. It will be much safer and quieter there."
I felt a fresh wave of tension rise in my chest. He was right. Standing openly on the highway at night was dangerous for a man like him. He had many enemies, and one wrong moment could turn deadly. As a rowdy’s wife, I knew exactly how these things worked. I also realized that this was not the right place to talk about the gas agency. Inside the lodge would be safer, more private, and less risky.
I nodded slowly and said softly,
"Yes Sir… you are right. It is better to talk inside the lodge."
Reddy Sir gave a small, satisfied smile. Without saying anything more, he reached out and took my right hand in his left hand. He interlaced his fingers with mine, holding my hand firmly and possessively. The way he gripped my hand — fingers tightly locked with mine — made me feel like he was claiming me, as if he wanted to make it clear to everyone that I was with him now.
He began walking across the highway, gently pulling me along with him. His grip was strong and confident, his thumb occasionally brushing over the back of my hand. Every time a vehicle passed, he pulled me slightly closer to his side, protecting me while keeping our fingers interlocked. The warmth of his palm and the firm way he held my hand sent a strange mix of fear and tension through my body.
We crossed the road safely and continued walking towards the cheap lodge. His fingers remained tightly entwined with mine the entire way, as if he had no intention of letting go.
I followed him quietly, my heart beating fast, fully aware that I was now walking hand-in-hand with Reddy Sir towards the lodge, completely at his mercy.
Reddy Sir continued holding my right hand firmly, his fingers interlaced with mine as he led me across the road and straight into the cheap lodge.
The moment we stepped inside, the lodge owner — a middle-aged man who clearly knew Reddy Sir very well — stood up from behind the reception desk with a big smile.
"Reddy Sir! Welcome, Sir! It is such an honour to have you here."
His eyes then shifted to me. He looked at Reddy Sir, then at me, and asked casually with a grin,
"Sir, is this your daughter?"
Reddy Sir was clearly much older than me. The question made both of them burst into laughter. Reddy Sir laughed heartily and shook his head.
The lodge owner quickly corrected himself with a respectful smile,
"Sorry Sir, I was just joking. Please forgive me. It is a great honour to have you in my lodge. But I must tell you honestly — the facilities here are very basic and not up to your standard. The rooms are simple, the AC is old, and the bathroom is small."
Reddy Sir waved his hand casually and replied in a calm voice,
"It’s okay. We don’t need anything fancy. We just need a quiet place to discuss some important things. That’s all."
The word “discussion” made me feel a wave of relief. For the first time since arriving, I felt hopeful. Reddy Sir seemed ready to listen to me about the gas agency. Maybe this meeting would finally bring the change I desperately wanted for my husband and my sons.
The lodge owner nodded respectfully and quickly handed over a key to the best available room.
Reddy Sir thanked him and, still holding my hand, began walking with me towards the room.
I followed quietly beside him, my heart beating with a mixture of nervousness and cautious hope.
One of the room boys came forward and took us to the room on the second floor. The lodge had no working lift, so we had to climb the old, narrow, dimly lit stairs. The stairs were worn out, with cracked tiles and creaking wooden steps. Reddy Sir held my hand the entire way, guiding me up carefully.
The room boy opened the door and switched on the light. The room was small, old, and very basic — typical of a cheap roadside lodge. The walls were painted in faded cream with patches of dampness and peeling paint. A single double bed with a thin mattress and an old bedsheet took up most of the space. There was a small wooden table with two plastic chairs, a dusty mirror on the wall, and a tiny attached bathroom with a rusty tap and a plastic bucket. A weak ceiling fan hung above the bed, and an old air-conditioner was fixed on the wall near the window.
The room boy tried to switch on the broken AC. It made a loud rattling noise but refused to start. He tried again, then turned to Reddy Sir with an embarrassed face.
"Sir, the AC is not working properly. The cooling is very weak and sometimes it stops. The fan is also old. The bathroom is small and the water pressure is low. I am very sorry, Sir. This is the best room we have."
Reddy Sir waved his hand calmly and said in a relaxed voice,
"It’s okay. Don’t worry about all that. We are here only to discuss some important matters. That’s all. You can go now."
The moment Reddy Sir said “only to discuss”, a huge wave of relief washed over me. My tensed shoulders relaxed and I felt my breathing become easier. For the first time since I had decided to meet him, I felt genuinely safe. He was not forcing anything. He really seemed ready to talk about the gas agency and nothing more.
The room boy nodded respectfully and left, closing the door behind him.
Now it was just Reddy Sir and me alone in the small, quiet room.
I stood there, still holding his hand lightly, feeling a mix of nervousness and cautious hope.
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