11-05-2026, 10:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-05-2026, 10:57 PM by Lousy1995. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Driver's pov :
“Machan… after boss Aravind and the guests started walking towards the tea estate, I was completely alone with Shalini madam near the stranded car. The rain had slowed into a light drizzle, but everything was fine. I opened the boot and pulled out the stepney tire, my clothes started sticking to my body from the drizzle.
At first, madam was sitting quietly inside the car. But after some time, she got bored. I watched her get out and walk towards me, those wide, mature hips swaying seductively with every step. Her maroon saree was already damp and clinging to her thick thighs and juicy ass. The pallu was slightly loose, giving me teasing glimpses of her deep cleavage.
She came and stood very close to me and asked in a soft, sweet voice, ‘Ravi… how much time will it take to fix this?’
We started talking normally. She was surprisingly friendly — asking about my village, my family, my wife, and kids. I don’t know what came over me, but I opened up completely. I told her how the doctor said my cock has a medical issue and doesn’t get properly hard most of the time. Because of that, my wife left me last year for another man who could fuck her properly.
Hearing this, Shalini madam’s expression changed. She looked genuinely sad and sympathetic. ‘Oh Ravi… that’s so unfair,’ she said softly. She kept consoling me, gently rubbing my shoulder and back with her soft, warm palm. ‘Don’t worry… you’re still a strong man. Everything will be fine.’ Every time her fingers touched me, my body shivered. Her big, soft breasts were heaving inside her blouse, just inches away from me.
Then the rain suddenly became heavier again. I told her respectfully, ‘Madam, please sit inside the car. I’ll quickly go to the toilet and come back.’
I went to the dirty, smelly public toilet beside the road. A few minutes later, I heard her calling my name loudly in the rain — “Ravi… Ravi!” She actually came looking for me.
When she stepped inside the dimly lit toilet, she was even wetter than before. Her maroon saree was now completely soaked and pasted to her voluptuous body like transparent skin. Her heavy 36D breasts looked massive and obscene — the thin wet blouse had become almost see-through, clearly showing her dark areolas and thick, hardened nipples poking out shamelessly. Water droplets were rolling down her cleavage and over her smooth, fair belly. The saree was clinging tightly to her wide hips and the shape of her juicy thighs.
She stood there breathing heavily, her wet hair sticking to her neck and face, looking like a horny goddess.
‘Why are you taking so long?’ she asked, stepping closer.
I replied in a low, ashamed voice, ‘Madam… it’s that personal problem I told you about earlier. Because of my condition… it’s very difficult for me to even pee.’
The way she looked at me changed. Her eyes became hungry. She stepped very close and said in a bold, commanding voice, ‘Ravi… if you have pain, shall I help you with it?’
I was completely shocked. My heart hammered wildly as I immediately grabbed her soft hand and stammered, “No madam, this is wrong… If boss finds out, he will kill me for sure!”
But Shalini madam gave me a sharp, dominant look that made my knees weak. Her eyes were burning with lust and authority. “Shut the fuck up, Ravi,” she snapped in a bold, commanding tone. “No one will ever know. I want to help you… and right now, I want this cock. So stop talking and let me do what I want.”
Without waiting for my reply, she boldly grabbed my cock over my pants with her soft, warm palm. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, my useless dick jerked violently and started swelling rapidly, growing thicker and harder than it had in years. She squeezed it firmly and started rubbing it up and down with expert strokes, her eyes locked on mine with a wicked smile.
“Mmm… It’s getting so big and hard already,” she whispered hotly, her voice dripping with lust. “Does it feel good, Ravi? Your cock is throbbing so much in my hand…”
I was in absolute heaven. This rich, beautiful, high-class married woman was stroking my cock like a cheap whore in a filthy public toilet. Her heavy 36D breasts were heaving inside her soaked blouse, nipples rock hard and clearly visible.
Soon she dropped down on her knees on the dirty floor without any hesitation, unzipped me, pulled out my now rock-hard cock, and took it straight into her hot, wet mouth. “Fuuuuck machan…” I groaned. A sophisticated madam sucking a driver’s cock like a hungry slut! She sucked me greedily — sloppy, noisy, and deep — her head bobbing back and forth rapidly while loud slurping sounds echoed in the toilet. Her tongue swirled around my shaft and head as saliva dripped down her chin. Her massive wet tits jiggled and bounced heavily with every movement.
After sucking me furiously for several minutes, she pulled her mouth off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes and a naughty smile, she asked in a seductive, husky voice, “Still feeling pain, Ravi? Or does my mouth feel better?”
That drove me insane. I pulled her up desperately and tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away sharply and said in a strict tone, “No kissing. I don’t like that. Just use my body.”
In one swift motion, she hiked up her wet maroon saree and petticoat all the way up to her waist, revealing her smooth, thick creamy thighs and her completely shaved, juicy pink pussy. It was already dripping wet, her swollen lips glistening with arousal. She smirked like a queen and ordered boldly, “Use my pussy then. Fuck me hard, Ravi.”
My cock was throbbing painfully, coated in her saliva. There was nowhere clean to lie down, so I roughly pushed her against the dirty wall sideways, lifted one of her thick legs high, and rammed my entire cock deep into her tight, soaking pussy in one powerful thrust.
“Aaaahhh… Fuck!” she moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back instantly, tongue hanging out shamelessly. Her velvet walls gripped my cock like a hot, wet vice.
I reached for my phone, wanting to record this moment, but she immediately slapped me hard across the face and growled dangerously, “If you take your phone out, I’ll kill you and throw your body in the river.” Then she grabbed my face roughly with both hands, looked straight into my eyes with pure dominance, and ordered in a commanding voice, “Just shut up and fuck me hard. I command you. Make me cum, Ravi. Faster!”
I fucked her like a wild animal — long, deep, and brutal strokes. Her juicy ass and thighs jiggled violently with every savage thrust. Her heavy tits bounced wildly inside the soaked blouse. With every hard ram into her dripping cunt, her tongue kept rolling out, eyes fluttering in ecstasy as she moaned without any shame. The sound of her wet pussy getting pounded filled the toilet — loud, obscene squelching noises.
“Harder Ravi… Fuck me properly!” she commanded like a bold whore. “Deeper! Yes, like that! Don’t you dare stop, you bastard! Ruin my pussy!”
This high-class bitch was unbelievably horny, far sluttier than any whore I’d ever fucked. Her pussy was tight, scorching hot, and greedy, sucking my cock deeper with every thrust.
Suddenly, we heard John’s voice calling from outside, “Shalini aunty!”
Shalini madam froze mid-thrust, her pussy still tightly clamped around my throbbing cock. For a second her body stiffened, but then a soft, naughty laugh escaped her lips. She turned her head slightly towards me, her face flushed and eyes still glazed with lust.
“That boy John…” she whispered breathlessly, “he is so fucking hot. Good muscles, strong body, and such a nice, respectful attitude. I really like him. Maybe one day I’ll let him fuck me too… but right now, I want your cock ruining my pussy. Don’t worry Ravi, let the time come for him as well.”
She quickly pulled her saree up, adjusted her pallu over her heaving breasts, and whispered, “Stay here quietly and don’t make a sound. I’ll handle him.”
I stood there in the dirty toilet with my rock-hard cock twitching angrily in the air, dripping with her pussy juices, as she stepped out to talk to John. I could hear them speaking casually outside while my dick throbbed painfully, desperate to finish inside her.
A couple of minutes later, she came back inside. Her face was completely flushed with raw lust, eyes burning. She didn’t waste any time.
“Finish it fast, Ravi. We have to pick them up quickly,” she ordered impatiently.
Without saying another word, she turned around like a bitch in heat, bent over slightly, hiked her wet maroon saree and petticoat all the way up to her waist again, and pushed her thick, juicy ass towards me. Her shaved pussy was swollen, dripping wet, and visibly pulsing.
“Fuck me hard and fast. Don’t hold back,” she commanded in a bold, authoritative voice.
I grabbed her wide, soft hips tightly and slammed my cock back into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. “Aaaahhh… yes!” she moaned loudly, her tongue hanging out again. I started pounding her furiously from behind like a savage. The sound of my hips slapping against her wet, jiggling ass echoed inside the toilet — pak! pak! pak! pak!
Her heavy 36D tits were swinging wildly inside her soaked blouse. Every hard thrust made her juicy ass cheeks ripple beautifully. Her tight pussy was making loud, obscene squelching sounds as I rammed deep inside her.
“Harder Ravi! Fuck me like a whore!” she groaned shamelessly. “Deeper… Tear my pussy! Yes… just like that! Don’t you dare slow down!”
I fucked her with full power, gripping her hips so hard my fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her moans were getting louder and sluttier. She was pushing her ass back against me, matching my thrusts like a desperate slut.
After a few intense minutes, I groaned, “Madam… I’m going to cum!”
She immediately ordered in a commanding tone, “Pull out! Cum on my ass!”
I quickly pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy. Thick, heavy ropes of cum exploded all over her juicy round ass cheeks, dripping down her crack and onto her wet saree. I kept stroking myself, milking every last drop onto her perfect ass while she stood there bent over, breathing heavily, clearly satisfied.
After I emptied my balls all over her juicy ass and saree, Shalini madam stood there for a few seconds catching her breath, her thick ass still pushed out and covered in my thick white cum. She wiped it casually with a piece of cloth, adjusted her wet saree, gave me one last sharp look, and said, “Clean yourself up and come back to the car in five minutes.”
She walked out like nothing had happened.
I quickly fixed my clothes and returned to the car. When I reached, madam was already sitting in the back seat. The moment I sat in the driver’s seat, she ordered me in a cold but firm voice, “Turn around and watch.”
Without any shame, right there in the open car, she changed her clothes. She removed her wet maroon saree completely, standing only in her soaked blouse and petticoat for a few seconds. Her heavy tits and hard nipples were clearly visible. Then she took out a fresh saree from her bag and changed everything — blouse, petticoat, and saree — while I watched everything from the front mirror like a hungry dog. Her big breasts, deep navel, thick thighs, and that freshly fucked pussy… I saw it all. My cock started getting hard again just watching her.
Once she was fully dressed, she leaned forward from the back seat, grabbed my shoulder tightly, and spoke in a dangerous, commanding tone:
“Listen carefully, Ravi. What happened today was a one-time thing. Just because I helped you with your useless cock doesn’t mean you are anything special. It was pure pity and my own mood. If you ever speak about this to anyone, or if you ever try to cross your limit with me again… I will not even think twice before destroying you. I will make sure your body is never found. Do you understand?”
Her voice was so cold and confident that a chill ran down my spine even though I had just fucked her. I nodded immediately, “Yes madam… I understand.”
She gave a satisfied smirk and leaned back. “Good. Now drive properly and pick them up.”
That’s what happened machan… I still can’t believe I fucked boss’s hot wife today. But she is a dangerous bitch. One mistake and she can finish my life.”
“Machan… after boss Aravind and the guests started walking towards the tea estate, I was completely alone with Shalini madam near the stranded car. The rain had slowed into a light drizzle, but everything was fine. I opened the boot and pulled out the stepney tire, my clothes started sticking to my body from the drizzle.
At first, madam was sitting quietly inside the car. But after some time, she got bored. I watched her get out and walk towards me, those wide, mature hips swaying seductively with every step. Her maroon saree was already damp and clinging to her thick thighs and juicy ass. The pallu was slightly loose, giving me teasing glimpses of her deep cleavage.
She came and stood very close to me and asked in a soft, sweet voice, ‘Ravi… how much time will it take to fix this?’
We started talking normally. She was surprisingly friendly — asking about my village, my family, my wife, and kids. I don’t know what came over me, but I opened up completely. I told her how the doctor said my cock has a medical issue and doesn’t get properly hard most of the time. Because of that, my wife left me last year for another man who could fuck her properly.
Hearing this, Shalini madam’s expression changed. She looked genuinely sad and sympathetic. ‘Oh Ravi… that’s so unfair,’ she said softly. She kept consoling me, gently rubbing my shoulder and back with her soft, warm palm. ‘Don’t worry… you’re still a strong man. Everything will be fine.’ Every time her fingers touched me, my body shivered. Her big, soft breasts were heaving inside her blouse, just inches away from me.
Then the rain suddenly became heavier again. I told her respectfully, ‘Madam, please sit inside the car. I’ll quickly go to the toilet and come back.’
I went to the dirty, smelly public toilet beside the road. A few minutes later, I heard her calling my name loudly in the rain — “Ravi… Ravi!” She actually came looking for me.
When she stepped inside the dimly lit toilet, she was even wetter than before. Her maroon saree was now completely soaked and pasted to her voluptuous body like transparent skin. Her heavy 36D breasts looked massive and obscene — the thin wet blouse had become almost see-through, clearly showing her dark areolas and thick, hardened nipples poking out shamelessly. Water droplets were rolling down her cleavage and over her smooth, fair belly. The saree was clinging tightly to her wide hips and the shape of her juicy thighs.
She stood there breathing heavily, her wet hair sticking to her neck and face, looking like a horny goddess.
‘Why are you taking so long?’ she asked, stepping closer.
I replied in a low, ashamed voice, ‘Madam… it’s that personal problem I told you about earlier. Because of my condition… it’s very difficult for me to even pee.’
The way she looked at me changed. Her eyes became hungry. She stepped very close and said in a bold, commanding voice, ‘Ravi… if you have pain, shall I help you with it?’
I was completely shocked. My heart hammered wildly as I immediately grabbed her soft hand and stammered, “No madam, this is wrong… If boss finds out, he will kill me for sure!”
But Shalini madam gave me a sharp, dominant look that made my knees weak. Her eyes were burning with lust and authority. “Shut the fuck up, Ravi,” she snapped in a bold, commanding tone. “No one will ever know. I want to help you… and right now, I want this cock. So stop talking and let me do what I want.”
Without waiting for my reply, she boldly grabbed my cock over my pants with her soft, warm palm. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, my useless dick jerked violently and started swelling rapidly, growing thicker and harder than it had in years. She squeezed it firmly and started rubbing it up and down with expert strokes, her eyes locked on mine with a wicked smile.
“Mmm… It’s getting so big and hard already,” she whispered hotly, her voice dripping with lust. “Does it feel good, Ravi? Your cock is throbbing so much in my hand…”
I was in absolute heaven. This rich, beautiful, high-class married woman was stroking my cock like a cheap whore in a filthy public toilet. Her heavy 36D breasts were heaving inside her soaked blouse, nipples rock hard and clearly visible.
Soon she dropped down on her knees on the dirty floor without any hesitation, unzipped me, pulled out my now rock-hard cock, and took it straight into her hot, wet mouth. “Fuuuuck machan…” I groaned. A sophisticated madam sucking a driver’s cock like a hungry slut! She sucked me greedily — sloppy, noisy, and deep — her head bobbing back and forth rapidly while loud slurping sounds echoed in the toilet. Her tongue swirled around my shaft and head as saliva dripped down her chin. Her massive wet tits jiggled and bounced heavily with every movement.
After sucking me furiously for several minutes, she pulled her mouth off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes and a naughty smile, she asked in a seductive, husky voice, “Still feeling pain, Ravi? Or does my mouth feel better?”
That drove me insane. I pulled her up desperately and tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away sharply and said in a strict tone, “No kissing. I don’t like that. Just use my body.”
In one swift motion, she hiked up her wet maroon saree and petticoat all the way up to her waist, revealing her smooth, thick creamy thighs and her completely shaved, juicy pink pussy. It was already dripping wet, her swollen lips glistening with arousal. She smirked like a queen and ordered boldly, “Use my pussy then. Fuck me hard, Ravi.”
My cock was throbbing painfully, coated in her saliva. There was nowhere clean to lie down, so I roughly pushed her against the dirty wall sideways, lifted one of her thick legs high, and rammed my entire cock deep into her tight, soaking pussy in one powerful thrust.
“Aaaahhh… Fuck!” she moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back instantly, tongue hanging out shamelessly. Her velvet walls gripped my cock like a hot, wet vice.
I reached for my phone, wanting to record this moment, but she immediately slapped me hard across the face and growled dangerously, “If you take your phone out, I’ll kill you and throw your body in the river.” Then she grabbed my face roughly with both hands, looked straight into my eyes with pure dominance, and ordered in a commanding voice, “Just shut up and fuck me hard. I command you. Make me cum, Ravi. Faster!”
I fucked her like a wild animal — long, deep, and brutal strokes. Her juicy ass and thighs jiggled violently with every savage thrust. Her heavy tits bounced wildly inside the soaked blouse. With every hard ram into her dripping cunt, her tongue kept rolling out, eyes fluttering in ecstasy as she moaned without any shame. The sound of her wet pussy getting pounded filled the toilet — loud, obscene squelching noises.
“Harder Ravi… Fuck me properly!” she commanded like a bold whore. “Deeper! Yes, like that! Don’t you dare stop, you bastard! Ruin my pussy!”
This high-class bitch was unbelievably horny, far sluttier than any whore I’d ever fucked. Her pussy was tight, scorching hot, and greedy, sucking my cock deeper with every thrust.
Suddenly, we heard John’s voice calling from outside, “Shalini aunty!”
Shalini madam froze mid-thrust, her pussy still tightly clamped around my throbbing cock. For a second her body stiffened, but then a soft, naughty laugh escaped her lips. She turned her head slightly towards me, her face flushed and eyes still glazed with lust.
“That boy John…” she whispered breathlessly, “he is so fucking hot. Good muscles, strong body, and such a nice, respectful attitude. I really like him. Maybe one day I’ll let him fuck me too… but right now, I want your cock ruining my pussy. Don’t worry Ravi, let the time come for him as well.”
She quickly pulled her saree up, adjusted her pallu over her heaving breasts, and whispered, “Stay here quietly and don’t make a sound. I’ll handle him.”
I stood there in the dirty toilet with my rock-hard cock twitching angrily in the air, dripping with her pussy juices, as she stepped out to talk to John. I could hear them speaking casually outside while my dick throbbed painfully, desperate to finish inside her.
A couple of minutes later, she came back inside. Her face was completely flushed with raw lust, eyes burning. She didn’t waste any time.
“Finish it fast, Ravi. We have to pick them up quickly,” she ordered impatiently.
Without saying another word, she turned around like a bitch in heat, bent over slightly, hiked her wet maroon saree and petticoat all the way up to her waist again, and pushed her thick, juicy ass towards me. Her shaved pussy was swollen, dripping wet, and visibly pulsing.
“Fuck me hard and fast. Don’t hold back,” she commanded in a bold, authoritative voice.
I grabbed her wide, soft hips tightly and slammed my cock back into her soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. “Aaaahhh… yes!” she moaned loudly, her tongue hanging out again. I started pounding her furiously from behind like a savage. The sound of my hips slapping against her wet, jiggling ass echoed inside the toilet — pak! pak! pak! pak!
Her heavy 36D tits were swinging wildly inside her soaked blouse. Every hard thrust made her juicy ass cheeks ripple beautifully. Her tight pussy was making loud, obscene squelching sounds as I rammed deep inside her.
“Harder Ravi! Fuck me like a whore!” she groaned shamelessly. “Deeper… Tear my pussy! Yes… just like that! Don’t you dare slow down!”
I fucked her with full power, gripping her hips so hard my fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her moans were getting louder and sluttier. She was pushing her ass back against me, matching my thrusts like a desperate slut.
After a few intense minutes, I groaned, “Madam… I’m going to cum!”
She immediately ordered in a commanding tone, “Pull out! Cum on my ass!”
I quickly pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy. Thick, heavy ropes of cum exploded all over her juicy round ass cheeks, dripping down her crack and onto her wet saree. I kept stroking myself, milking every last drop onto her perfect ass while she stood there bent over, breathing heavily, clearly satisfied.
After I emptied my balls all over her juicy ass and saree, Shalini madam stood there for a few seconds catching her breath, her thick ass still pushed out and covered in my thick white cum. She wiped it casually with a piece of cloth, adjusted her wet saree, gave me one last sharp look, and said, “Clean yourself up and come back to the car in five minutes.”
She walked out like nothing had happened.
I quickly fixed my clothes and returned to the car. When I reached, madam was already sitting in the back seat. The moment I sat in the driver’s seat, she ordered me in a cold but firm voice, “Turn around and watch.”
Without any shame, right there in the open car, she changed her clothes. She removed her wet maroon saree completely, standing only in her soaked blouse and petticoat for a few seconds. Her heavy tits and hard nipples were clearly visible. Then she took out a fresh saree from her bag and changed everything — blouse, petticoat, and saree — while I watched everything from the front mirror like a hungry dog. Her big breasts, deep navel, thick thighs, and that freshly fucked pussy… I saw it all. My cock started getting hard again just watching her.
Once she was fully dressed, she leaned forward from the back seat, grabbed my shoulder tightly, and spoke in a dangerous, commanding tone:
“Listen carefully, Ravi. What happened today was a one-time thing. Just because I helped you with your useless cock doesn’t mean you are anything special. It was pure pity and my own mood. If you ever speak about this to anyone, or if you ever try to cross your limit with me again… I will not even think twice before destroying you. I will make sure your body is never found. Do you understand?”
Her voice was so cold and confident that a chill ran down my spine even though I had just fucked her. I nodded immediately, “Yes madam… I understand.”
She gave a satisfied smirk and leaned back. “Good. Now drive properly and pick them up.”
That’s what happened machan… I still can’t believe I fucked boss’s hot wife today. But she is a dangerous bitch. One mistake and she can finish my life.”
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