[shaalu_re]

Meera froze mid-stroke, her hand still wrapped around Chotu’s thin, hard cock. The calling bell rang again — loud, insistent, echoing through the flat.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Ajay.
She jumped up in shock, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly. Chotu looked terrified.
“Hide!” she whispered urgently. “Go to the kitchen. Now!”
Chotu scrambled off the bed, his erection still throbbing, and rushed into the kitchen holding his short and tshirt in his hand, closing the door behind him. He was naked but he got out of the house, He jumped from the pabangt wall to the other building and wore his clothes there. He ran to his home.

Meera’s mind raced. She grabbed her white leggings and pulled them on quickly, the fabric hugging her bare ass and pussy. She had no time for a bra. She snatched the shawl from the chair and wrapped it tightly around her upper body, just like she used to do in front of Ajay these days — modest on the surface, but barely concealing her hard nipples pressing against the thin material.
The bell rang a third time.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and walked to the door. Her breasts jiggled under the shawl with every step. She opened the door.
It wasn’t Ajay.

Inspector Karthik stood there in his uniform, holding his lathi in one hand, a smug smile on his face.
“Hello, Meera,” he said, his eyes immediately dropping to her chest. “How are you? You remember me, right?”
Meera’s stomach twisted. She nodded slowly.
“Yes, sir.”
Karthik leaned against the doorframe, his gaze roaming over her body without shame.
“I need to talk to you about that day. The smuggling case. I couldn’t get all the details properly… though seeing you in just a bra and panties was quite a sight. It’s not every day a hot maal like you walks around a security officer station half-naked. Very memorable.”

Meera felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, but she kept her face calm.
“Sir, why are you here?”
Karthik’s smile turned darker.
“That day when I stopped the car, I thought I had caught a big fish. I was planning to extort money from you and that rich bastard Shankar. I thought you were his wife. Later I found out you were just his assistant. The big fish turned out to be a whale — too powerful to swallow. So I backed off.”
He took a step closer, his eyes fixed on the way her hard nipples poked through the shawl.

“But now… if I can’t get money, I’ll take whatever else I can get.”
His gaze was hungry, lingering on her chest and the curve of her hips visible under the shawl.
Meera’s heart pounded. She could feel Chotu hiding in the bathroom, listening. She was standing in front of this corrupt officer with nothing under her shawl and a cotton night pant.

“You looked so good that day… trembling in your bra and panties in front of everyone. Mala was this close to unhooking your bra and making you topless. I should have let her do it. I played decent that day, thinking I could make money later. But now…”
He tapped the lathi lightly against his palm.
“I think it’s time I get something for my trouble.”

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Sir… what do you want?”
Karthik’s eyes gleamed with lust as he looked her up and down.
“We’ll talk about that inside.”

Karthik pushed the door open wider and stepped inside without waiting for permission. His eyes scanned the living room like a predator. The first thing he noticed was Meera’s white leggings lying crumpled on the floor near the sofa. A few steps away was her emerald green kurti, also discarded carelessly.
He raised an eyebrow, a dirty smirk forming on his lips.
“Won’t you offer tea or coffee to your guest, Meera?” he asked casually, tapping his lathi against his palm.
Meera stood frozen like a statue, her back against the wall, heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She couldn’t speak. Her mind was screaming that Chotu was hiding in the bathroom just a few meters away, and now this corrupt officer was inside her home.

Karthik walked further in, his boots loud on the floor. He used the tip of his lathi to hook Meera’s crumpled white leggings and lifted them up. He brought the fabric close to his nose and took a long, deep breath, inhaling the scent.
“Mmm… intoxicating,” he groaned. “You smell so fucking sexy. Even your clothes make my cock hard.”
He tossed the leggings aside and looked at her with hungry eyes.
“I should have brought Mala that day and made you stand in just your bra and panties longer. Talking about panties… that tiny thing you were wearing at the station — what do they call it? A thong? It looked so good disappearing between your fat ass cheeks. Are you wearing that now?”

Meera was too scared to answer. Her hands clutched the shawl tighter around her chest.
Karthik stepped closer, too close. He hooked the tip of his lathi into the waistband of her leggings and pulled it forward, creating a gap. He looked down shamelessly.
“Haha… even better,” he laughed crudely. “I was expecting a panty or thong, but you’re completely free down there. No hair, no cloth… just a smooth, juicy cunt waiting to be used. What a dirty little slut you are — walking around with your pussy open like this.”
He let the elastic snap back hard against her stomach. The sharp sting made Meera flinch.

“Ouch!” she gasped involuntarily, a small, pained sound escaping her lips.
Karthik’s eyes darkened with lust.
“Even your pain sounds sexy,” he said, his voice thick. “I bet you moan even better when you’re getting fucked.”
As she gasped, the shawl around her shoulders loosened slightly. Karthik used the tip of his lathi to lift her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. Then he slowly dragged the lathi downward, catching the edge of the shawl. With a casual flick, he opened one flap.
Her left breast spilled out completely — full, round, and bare. The dark nipple was stiff, pointing outward in the cool air of the room.
Karthik’s mouth opened in awe.
“Aha… you shameless little chick. Look at that beautiful tit. So big and soft. You make me so fucking hard.”

He moved the lathi again, this time hooking the other side of the shawl. With one smooth motion, he pulled it completely off her body.
The shawl fell to the floor.
Meera stood topless in front of him.
Her heavy, round breasts were fully exposed — soft, creamy, with dark, erect nipples begging for attention. Her chest heaved with fear and unwanted arousal. The leggings were still on, but her upper body was completely naked.
Karthik stared openly, his cock visibly hard in his uniform pants.
He brought the cold metal tip of his lathi to her right nipple and tapped it lightly. Meera shivered at the touch.
“Not here,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “My place. Today evening. 7 PM. I want you there. Alone.”

He dragged the tip of the lathi slowly down between her breasts, then lower, stopping just above the waistband of her leggings.
“And wear something easy to remove. I don’t want to waste time. Just come in and strip , you wont have any problem when ever I see you you are always naked. I like wild cats. ”
Meera stood frozen, topless, breathing heavily, as Karthik’s eyes devoured her naked breasts.