Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

I could tell his mouth was going dry. He grabbed a bottle of juice lying nearby and gulped down a large mouthful greedily. Some of the juice spilled from his mouth, trickling down his throat and onto his dark chest.

 
When he set the bottle down in front of me, I noticed that the clear juice was now dotted with black specks of paan, topped by a layer of reddish spittle-all of which had come from his filthy mouth. Edited by Funlover.
 
I realised that this Chutiya (bastard) was finally getting caught in my trap. I shifted closer, inching right up next to him. Touching his dark arm again, I urged him, "Just tell me already, Neeru... why be so shy? Especially when I’ve promised I won't say anything to your boss?"
 
I spoke with a seductive air, stroking my soft, fair hand over his dark, bare arm.
 
He stammered, "Y-yes, Madam... you're right. Everyone looks at those nurses... and they do so with great eagerness." My hand slid down his arm and came to rest upon his chest nipple. My knees were now touching his. My fair, soft hand looked strangely out of place against his coal-black body.
 
Sweat was trickling down his chest nipple. His filthy, foul-smelling sweat began to smear onto my clean, delicate hands—hands that his stench had already begun to assault. Created by Maitri.
 
My hand glided across his dark chest until it reached his small, black nipple. I began to lightly scratch at it with my fingernail.
 
“Sssssssssss…” Neeru hissed, placing his dark hand firmly upon my bare knee and squeezing it tight.
 
I cast a glance at his dark, grimy hand resting on my fair knee, then, still teasing his nipple, I asked, “That felt good, didn't it, Neeru? Come on, tell me properly. Does your Sahib just look at those nurses… or does he do something else, too?”
 
Caressing my soft knee with his dirty, dark hand, he met my gaze. I smiled, giving him the green light to continue.
 
So he replied, “Yes, Madam… Sahib invites those nurses into his rest room as well.”
 
I began to derive a strange, perverse pleasure from running my hand over his dark chest, slick with his filthy, foul-smelling sweat. Without lifting my hand, I continued to caress his chest nipples.
 
Cupping his nipple between two fingers and gently kneading it, I pressed him further: “Well? Tell me… what do they do in that room? Do they just sit there drinking tea and coffee?” Presented by Maitri.
 
At the sensation of his nipple being kneaded, he suddenly lifted his dark hand from my knee and placed it over mine. Instead of pushing my hand away, he began to caress it with his own rough, dark hand.
 
His hand slid away from mine and moved up onto my arm. Feeling the softness of my arm, he said, “Madam... please don't say anything to the boss.”
 
I cast a glance at his dark hand tracing over my bare, fair arm, and then, looking into his eyes, I said, “Oh, come on... is this really something that needs to be said? I won't tell... you just go ahead.”
 
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That's it for the day friends.

See soon with another fantastic seductive episode.

Until then Maitri wishes you.

JAY BHARAT.