30-05-2026, 04:03 PM
Reluctantly, I took another sip of the juice and handed the bottle back to Neeru.
I was suffocating in the smoke from his cigarette, yet I remained seated right there. A few minutes later, I rose and-still in that state, clad only in a red bra and panties-began descending the stairs. Neeru kept his eyes fixed on me the entire time. I didn't say a word to him. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I exited the storeroom and headed upstairs to the kitchen. Typically, when one stands up immediately after being fucked, a bit of semen tends to trickle down from the choot (pussy), staining one's thighs or panties. But, surprisingly, nothing of the sort happened this time. That saale (bastard)-that Bahen ke lode, (son of a bitch)-had sucked every last drop of the load right out of me. Involuntarily, one of my hands reached up to wipe my mouth.
I took some cold water from the fridge, sat down at the table, poured myself a glass, and began to drink. Sitting in the kitchen in just a bra and panties, drinking water, felt incredibly strange to me-especially with a complete stranger still present in my home. Maitri's creature.
The cold water brought a sense of relief as it went down. I sat there, reflecting on everything I had just done.
How could I-leaving aside my incredibly handsome, fair-skinned, sweet, decent, smart, and highly educated husband (whose body is constantly scented with expensive, alluring perfumes)-have surrendered my beautiful body to such a filthy, vulgar, pitch-black, ugly, low-class man who performed such dirty work?
A man whose body and mouth reeked of nothing but foul odors. I began to feel a sense of utter self-loathing; how could I have fallen so far from my standing in high society? Until today, I had never allowed anyone-anyone at all-to touch my body. I had never even entertained the thought of being unfaithful to my husband. I had never surrendered my body to anyone, nor had the desire to engage in physical intimacy with another person ever stirred within my heart.
Yet, what I had just done-and not even with some high-class or handsome young man, but with a total prick, such a vile and filthy individual-was something else entirely. He was a man from whose hands I couldn't even imagine accepting a morsel of food. And, to top it all off, he was a *****. Just a few hours ago, I had loathed him so intensely, yet here I sat now, having just had sex with that very same man. I still felt nothing but hatred toward him-and, perhaps, toward myself as well.
I took another sip of water and closed my eyes. Instantly, Neeru’s filthy, repulsive body materialized before my inner vision. His foul-smelling frame loomed over my own clean, soft, and fragrant body. His reeking lips pressed against my rose-petal-soft lips as he sucked on them. Then, as his Lund (cock) slid inside my choot (pussy) and he began thrusting-fucking me-a wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body once again.
I began to feel a sensation of wetness and a distinct itchiness deep inside my choot (pussy) once more. The mere thought of his Lund (cock) reminded me that I had let him fuck me, yet-ironically-I still hadn't actually seen Neeru’s Lund (cock) to know what it even looked like.
As this thought crossed my mind, a faint smile spread across my lips, “how strange it was that I had let a man fuck me with such unbridled abandon and ecstasy, yet I hadn't even laid eyes on his Lund (cock).”
Then I told myself, "His Lund (cock) must be just as dark and filthy as he is-the very thing that had plunged inside my Choot (pussy) and savored its taste." I recalled his lovemaking; there was nothing particularly remarkable about it-his Lund (cock) was neither exceptionally large nor thick, yet, there had been a strange, distinct pleasure in fucking him. And perhaps that pleasure stemmed precisely from the physical union with his filthy body.
Just then, I heard a faint sound. Edited by FunLove.
Still clutching my glass, I opened my eyes and saw Neeru entering the kitchen. He stopped right at the doorway. He had tied that same filthy lungi around his waist again-the very one he had used just moments earlier to wipe his cum off my face.
A thought struck me: Who knows how many times he must have used this very lungi to wipe away his own cum, or the juices from some other woman's Choot (pussy)! Neeru’s vest and shirt hung dbangd over his shoulders. Clad only in his lungi, he stood before me, looking almost naked. His pitch-black, grime-caked body was once again laid bare before my eyes.
I was gazing intently at his naked form, yet until that moment, I hadn't realised that I, too, was sitting there before him clad in nothing but my bra and panties. I took another sip of water, and looking directly at Neeru, I spoke:
"Neeru... this wasn't right. This shouldn't have happened. If your Sahib (Sir) ever finds out about this, he’ll fire you from your job-and kick me out of the house. We’ll both be completely ruined. (Ham dono ki maa-bahen ek ho haayegi)" Written by Maitri.
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Stay tuned.
Maitri.
I was suffocating in the smoke from his cigarette, yet I remained seated right there. A few minutes later, I rose and-still in that state, clad only in a red bra and panties-began descending the stairs. Neeru kept his eyes fixed on me the entire time. I didn't say a word to him. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I exited the storeroom and headed upstairs to the kitchen. Typically, when one stands up immediately after being fucked, a bit of semen tends to trickle down from the choot (pussy), staining one's thighs or panties. But, surprisingly, nothing of the sort happened this time. That saale (bastard)-that Bahen ke lode, (son of a bitch)-had sucked every last drop of the load right out of me. Involuntarily, one of my hands reached up to wipe my mouth.
I took some cold water from the fridge, sat down at the table, poured myself a glass, and began to drink. Sitting in the kitchen in just a bra and panties, drinking water, felt incredibly strange to me-especially with a complete stranger still present in my home. Maitri's creature.
The cold water brought a sense of relief as it went down. I sat there, reflecting on everything I had just done.
How could I-leaving aside my incredibly handsome, fair-skinned, sweet, decent, smart, and highly educated husband (whose body is constantly scented with expensive, alluring perfumes)-have surrendered my beautiful body to such a filthy, vulgar, pitch-black, ugly, low-class man who performed such dirty work?
A man whose body and mouth reeked of nothing but foul odors. I began to feel a sense of utter self-loathing; how could I have fallen so far from my standing in high society? Until today, I had never allowed anyone-anyone at all-to touch my body. I had never even entertained the thought of being unfaithful to my husband. I had never surrendered my body to anyone, nor had the desire to engage in physical intimacy with another person ever stirred within my heart.
Yet, what I had just done-and not even with some high-class or handsome young man, but with a total prick, such a vile and filthy individual-was something else entirely. He was a man from whose hands I couldn't even imagine accepting a morsel of food. And, to top it all off, he was a *****. Just a few hours ago, I had loathed him so intensely, yet here I sat now, having just had sex with that very same man. I still felt nothing but hatred toward him-and, perhaps, toward myself as well.
I took another sip of water and closed my eyes. Instantly, Neeru’s filthy, repulsive body materialized before my inner vision. His foul-smelling frame loomed over my own clean, soft, and fragrant body. His reeking lips pressed against my rose-petal-soft lips as he sucked on them. Then, as his Lund (cock) slid inside my choot (pussy) and he began thrusting-fucking me-a wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body once again.
I began to feel a sensation of wetness and a distinct itchiness deep inside my choot (pussy) once more. The mere thought of his Lund (cock) reminded me that I had let him fuck me, yet-ironically-I still hadn't actually seen Neeru’s Lund (cock) to know what it even looked like.
As this thought crossed my mind, a faint smile spread across my lips, “how strange it was that I had let a man fuck me with such unbridled abandon and ecstasy, yet I hadn't even laid eyes on his Lund (cock).”
Then I told myself, "His Lund (cock) must be just as dark and filthy as he is-the very thing that had plunged inside my Choot (pussy) and savored its taste." I recalled his lovemaking; there was nothing particularly remarkable about it-his Lund (cock) was neither exceptionally large nor thick, yet, there had been a strange, distinct pleasure in fucking him. And perhaps that pleasure stemmed precisely from the physical union with his filthy body.
Just then, I heard a faint sound. Edited by FunLove.
Still clutching my glass, I opened my eyes and saw Neeru entering the kitchen. He stopped right at the doorway. He had tied that same filthy lungi around his waist again-the very one he had used just moments earlier to wipe his cum off my face.
A thought struck me: Who knows how many times he must have used this very lungi to wipe away his own cum, or the juices from some other woman's Choot (pussy)! Neeru’s vest and shirt hung dbangd over his shoulders. Clad only in his lungi, he stood before me, looking almost naked. His pitch-black, grime-caked body was once again laid bare before my eyes.
I was gazing intently at his naked form, yet until that moment, I hadn't realised that I, too, was sitting there before him clad in nothing but my bra and panties. I took another sip of water, and looking directly at Neeru, I spoke:
"Neeru... this wasn't right. This shouldn't have happened. If your Sahib (Sir) ever finds out about this, he’ll fire you from your job-and kick me out of the house. We’ll both be completely ruined. (Ham dono ki maa-bahen ek ho haayegi)" Written by Maitri.
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Stay tuned.
Maitri.
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