04-07-2026, 02:31 PM
The very next moment, I shoved that stiff, stained section between my lips and began to suck on it gently. Moistened by my saliva, the taste of the stain began to dissolve in my mouth. Grime, dirt, sweat, and dried semen particles from that filthy undershirt were making their way into my mouth, yet I kept sucking without a second thought. Created by Maitri.
My tongue moved over that dry, stiffened stain. With every suck, the old, thick substance embedded in it dissolved in my mouth. At first, there was only the sour, acrid taste of grime and dirt, but gradually, the distinct salty-sour flavor of semen began to emerge. It was a peculiar taste, slightly bitter and sticky after drying, yet my tongue couldn't let go. I kept sucking on that filthy undershirt, much like a thirsty woman drinking from a dirty well.
Once again, I was forgetting, or rather, had completely forgotten, who I was, what my status was, and what I was doing. I, a stunningly beautiful doctor, was sucking the grime and dried semen stains off the undershirt of a filthy sweeper. My eyes were closed as I sucked on that semen, savoring the taste of every single particle as if it were the most precious thing to me.
Suddenly, the loud volume of a TV commercial snapped me out of my trance, and I opened my eyes. I was instantly pulled back from that world of lust; I quickly pulled the filthy undershirt from my mouth, and it fell back into my lap. I began to reflect on my actions, yet the undershirt remained in my hand, and that dirty shirt lay right there on the sofa beside me. Suddenly, I heard Neeru’s voice:
“Ma’am... please give me my shirt... I need to get the cigarettes and paan out of it.” Produced by Maitri.
Startled, I looked to my left and saw Neeru standing there, gazing at me. A grimy smile, revealing his stained teeth, played across his face. His dark body was slick with sweat, which was streaming down his skin. His bare, dark, and dirty torso was completely exposed right before my eyes.
I was staring at his filthy body while holding his equally dirty undershirt when he waved his hand in front of my face and said,
“Madam... please hand me my clothes.”
It was as if I snapped back to reality. I looked down to see his undershirt in my hand; he was watching me. I quickly dropped the shirt and, trying to mask my embarrassment, said,
“Where did you leave this lying around... come on, pick up your clothes.”
Neeru walked around to the back of the sofa, picked up his shirt lying nearby, and, after taking out a packet of paan and a pack of cigarettes, placed the shirt back down right next to me.
“Madam... half the work on cleaning the gallery is done, but it’s terribly hot out there,” Neeru said as he opened his paan packet and popped a piece into his mouth. Edited by Funlover.
“Yes... just finish the job quickly,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
As he was leaving, Neeru turned back, picked up my glass of juice from the table, from which I had taken only two sips, and immediately put it to his lips to take a gulp.
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That's it for the day.
Maitri awaiting your feedback on the same.
Maitri wishes you JAY BHARAT.
My tongue moved over that dry, stiffened stain. With every suck, the old, thick substance embedded in it dissolved in my mouth. At first, there was only the sour, acrid taste of grime and dirt, but gradually, the distinct salty-sour flavor of semen began to emerge. It was a peculiar taste, slightly bitter and sticky after drying, yet my tongue couldn't let go. I kept sucking on that filthy undershirt, much like a thirsty woman drinking from a dirty well.
Once again, I was forgetting, or rather, had completely forgotten, who I was, what my status was, and what I was doing. I, a stunningly beautiful doctor, was sucking the grime and dried semen stains off the undershirt of a filthy sweeper. My eyes were closed as I sucked on that semen, savoring the taste of every single particle as if it were the most precious thing to me.
Suddenly, the loud volume of a TV commercial snapped me out of my trance, and I opened my eyes. I was instantly pulled back from that world of lust; I quickly pulled the filthy undershirt from my mouth, and it fell back into my lap. I began to reflect on my actions, yet the undershirt remained in my hand, and that dirty shirt lay right there on the sofa beside me. Suddenly, I heard Neeru’s voice:
“Ma’am... please give me my shirt... I need to get the cigarettes and paan out of it.” Produced by Maitri.
Startled, I looked to my left and saw Neeru standing there, gazing at me. A grimy smile, revealing his stained teeth, played across his face. His dark body was slick with sweat, which was streaming down his skin. His bare, dark, and dirty torso was completely exposed right before my eyes.
I was staring at his filthy body while holding his equally dirty undershirt when he waved his hand in front of my face and said,
“Madam... please hand me my clothes.”
It was as if I snapped back to reality. I looked down to see his undershirt in my hand; he was watching me. I quickly dropped the shirt and, trying to mask my embarrassment, said,
“Where did you leave this lying around... come on, pick up your clothes.”
Neeru walked around to the back of the sofa, picked up his shirt lying nearby, and, after taking out a packet of paan and a pack of cigarettes, placed the shirt back down right next to me.
“Madam... half the work on cleaning the gallery is done, but it’s terribly hot out there,” Neeru said as he opened his paan packet and popped a piece into his mouth. Edited by Funlover.
“Yes... just finish the job quickly,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
As he was leaving, Neeru turned back, picked up my glass of juice from the table, from which I had taken only two sips, and immediately put it to his lips to take a gulp.
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That's it for the day.
Maitri awaiting your feedback on the same.
Maitri wishes you JAY BHARAT.
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