Adultery The Strict wife Swati's humiliation and Submission

[Suresh@123]

Khan kept the teasing going for a long time—never letting her fully climax, always slowing just when she was about to explode, then building her up again. He would lick her ass slowly for a while, then speed up. He would press the flat of his tongue hard against the entrance, then switch to quick flicks. All the while his finger never left her clit, rubbing, pressing, circling.
Swati’s moans turned continuous.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh… Khan… it’s too much… too good… my God… I’m going to break… please…”
Her mind was no longer the mind of the proud, dominating tigress. It was the mind of a woman being driven to the edge of madness by pure, skilled, dirty pleasure. She could not think about her position, her husband, her reputation. There was only the wet tongue on her ass, the finger on her clit, and the overwhelming need for more.
Khan finally pulled his mouth away and spoke against her trembling body.
“You like your master’s tongue on your ass, Memsaab?”
“Yes… yes… I like it… I love it… please… more…” she begged without shame.
“And your husband never gave you this?”
“No… never… only you… only you do this to me…”








“You like your master’s tongue on your ass, Memsaab?”
“Yes… yes… I like it… I love it… please… more…” she begged without shame.
“And your husband never gave you this?”
“No… never… only you… only you do this to me…”
He rewarded her honesty by pressing his tongue more firmly against her entrance while his finger rubbed her clit harder and faster.
Swati’s body jerked violently. Her eyes rolled back completely. A long, broken cry tore from her throat as the dual stimulation pushed her higher than she had ever been before.
The proud woman who once scolded him in the car was now on all fours, ass high in the air, moaning like a shameless slut while her driver licked her most private place and rubbed her clit with perfect skill.
And she never wanted it to stop.





Khan did not give Swati any time to recover from the overwhelming dual teasing.
While she was still on all fours, trembling, eyes half-closed and rolling with pleasure, he rose up behind her. His thick, glistening 9-inch cock pressed against her dripping entrance. At the same time, one of his strong hands stayed under her, two fingers still rubbing her swollen clit in firm, steady circles. His other hand kept one thick finger gently circling the tight, oily entrance of her ass — never fully pushing inside, only teasing the sensitive rim with slow, deliberate pressure.
Then he thrust forward.
The fat head of his cock stretched her pussy lips wide and sank deep in one long, powerful stroke.
“Ahhhhhhhh—!” Swati cried out, her back arching hard.












The sudden fullness combined with the dual stimulation was almost too much. His thick cock filled her completely, pressing against every sensitive wall, while his fingers continued their wicked work on her clit and the entrance of her ass. The three sensations hit her at the same time — deep stretching inside her cunt, firm rubbing on her clit, and the forbidden circling pressure on her asshole.
Her arms shook. Her knees nearly gave out.
Khan began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. Every time he pushed all the way in, his heavy balls slapped against her. Every time he pulled back, the thick shaft dragged against her G-spot. And through it all, his fingers never stopped.
One hand rubbed her clit in tight, perfect circles.
The other continued the slow, teasing circles around her ass entrance, pressing just enough to make her jump every few seconds.
Swati’s mind went blank.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh… my God… my God…” she moaned, her voice high and broken.
Khan leaned over her back, his broad chest pressing against her oily skin, and spoke in a low, teasing voice while he kept thrusting deep.
“Does it feel good having my big cock inside you while I play with both places, Memsaab?”
“Yes… yes… it’s too good… I can’t think…” she gasped, pushing her ass back to take him deeper.
“Your husband never filled you like this while touching your ass, did he?”
“No… never… Vamsi never… he never touched me there… never made me feel like this… ahhhh…”










Khan increased the intensity. His thrusts became harder and deeper. The wet, heavy sound of his thick cock slamming into her pussy filled the room. At the same time he pressed a little more firmly against her ass entrance with his finger, still not entering, only teasing the tight ring while his other hand rubbed her clit faster.
Swati’s body started jerking uncontrollably.
Every deep thrust made her moan.
Every circle of his finger on her ass made her jump.
Every firm rub on her clit made her eyes roll further back.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh… Khan… it’s too much… from both sides… I’m going mad…”
Her deep oval navel tightened and released rapidly against the air. Her full breasts swung hard with every powerful thrust. Sweat mixed with oil ran down her soft underarms and the curve of her back. Her smooth, hairless thighs trembled violently.
Khan kept the dual stimulation going without mercy. He fucked her with long, deep strokes while his fingers worked both her clit and the entrance of her ass in perfect rhythm. The combination was relentless. Pleasure came from inside her cunt, from her clit, and from the forbidden sensitive ring of her ass all at the same time.
Swati’s moans turned continuous and shameless.
“It’s nice… it’s so nice… my God… don’t stop… please don’t stop… fuck me deeper… touch me more…”
















Swati’s moans turned continuous and shameless.
“It’s nice… it’s so nice… my God… don’t stop… please don’t stop… fuck me deeper… touch me more…”
Khan gave her what she begged for. He pushed his cock even deeper, angling his hips so the thick head rubbed hard against her G-spot with every thrust. At the same time he pressed more firmly against her ass entrance and rubbed her clit in tight, rapid circles.
Swati’s eyes rolled completely back. Her mouth fell open. A long, broken cry tore from her throat as the dual (now triple) stimulation pushed her toward the edge.
“I’m going to cum… Khan… I’m going to cum so hard… ahhhhh…”
“Cum for your master,” he ordered, his voice rough with lust. “Cum on my big cock while I play with your ass and your clit.”
The words, the deep fucking, the relentless dual teasing — it all crashed together.
Swati’s climax exploded through her body with violent force.
“HHHHMMMMM—AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—MY GOD—!”
Her entire body locked up. Her pussy clenched so tightly around his thick cock that Khan groaned. Hot juices gushed out of her, soaking his shaft and balls and running down her trembling thighs. Her ass entrance fluttered wildly under his teasing finger. Her clit pulsed hard against his rubbing fingers.
She kept cumming in long, shaking waves. Her arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, ass still high, taking every deep thrust while the orgasm tore through her. Her eyes stayed rolled back. Her mouth stayed open in continuous, broken moans.
“Yes… yes… yes… it’s so good… I’ve never… never felt this… ahhhhh…”
Khan fucked her through the entire climax, never stopping the dual stimulation. He kept thrusting deep, kept rubbing her clit, kept circling her ass entrance, drawing the orgasm out longer and harder than anything she had ever experienced.
When the strongest waves finally began to fade, Swati was left trembling and gasping, her body limp and shaking, still impaled on his thick cock, still feeling his fingers on both sensitive places.
She had never been taken so completely.
She had never been stimulated in so many places at once.
She had never cum so hard in her life......