09-08-2026, 08:09 AM
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Her bound wrists yanked hard against the stretched black panties tied to the upper edge of the cot. Her thick, meaty thighs clamped around Ustad’s head like a vice. A raw, broken very loud scream tore out of her throat as the orgasm slammed through her without any restraint.
“Aahhh—! I …just …cummed ..Fuck….!” Monica could not blame herself for her shameless orgasm!
Her cunt convulsed violently against his mouth. Thick, clear wetness gushed out of her in pulses, soaking Ustad’s face completely — his nose, his mouth, his chin, even his cheeks. She orgasamed unrestrained and shameless, ass grinding down onto his tongue and lips, forcing more of her juices into his mouth. Tears spilled freely from the corners of her eyes, running down her temples into her hair. Her heavy tits shook with every spasm. Long, high, broken moans kept pouring out of her even after the peak, her body twitching and rolling against his face as if she never wanted it to end.
“Ahhh… ahh… fuck… holyyyuy fuck…!” Monica was panting uncontrollable soaking in the ultimate dirty pleasure
Ustad stayed buried between her thighs like a man who truly owned her, licking and sucking her through every last tremor, letting her coat his face completely. Only when she finally went limp and whimpering did he lift his head.
His entire face was shiny and wet with her cum. He made no move to wipe it off. He simply rose onto his knees between her still-spread legs, shoved his trousers the rest of the way down, and freed his thick, dark, fully hard cock. The heavy, vein-ridged length slapped against the soft skin of her lower belly. He grabbed it at the base, angled the swollen head downward, and pressed it directly against her soaked, still-pulsing entrance.
Monica’s eyes flew open. The post-orgasm haze cleared but her defiance still was there….
“Wait— Ustad, stop right there. I can’t cheat on Rakesh. I’m still married to your best friend, you bastard.”
Ustad rubbed the thick head up and down her slippery folds, coating himself in the fresh wetness she had just gushed, then notched it firmly against her hole. The heat and size of him were impossible to ignore.
Monica’s voice came out sharp, breathless, and full of cutting sass even while her cunt twitched against him.
“I said stop. I can’t cheat… especially not with my husband’s best friend pipe like Lund…. Get that thing away from me before I start screaming for real.”
Ustad leaned over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other still guiding his cock.
“You’ve already cheated, Monica. You just came all over my face like you were starving for it . This is just us finishing what you started.”
Monica tried to close her thighs, but his body kept them open.
“ It will hurt… your size is massive..I am not ready for this shit Ustad… don’t force me” Monica still fought back ..She was not fighting Ustad but her own conscience..
She was acting against her own guilt trip… the guilt of cheating her husband with his best friend.. there can’t be any more cruel form of marital cheating on this planet….Monica knew it…She was fighting a losing battle trying desperately to keep her conscience clean…But Ustad was such a bastard brute, he won’t ever let that happen… you don’t expect mercy and emotion and restraint with the notorious betting goonda of Delhi … Once you are involved so deep with Ustad , there is no going back ever…Monica knew the inevitable…absolutely she Knew!!!!
Ustad laughed “ Are you going to let me fuck you quietly or you will still put that silly drama on ! Monica?”
Monica gulped “ Ustad not today please, it does not feel right…I have to work on my marriage!”
Ustad hissed …
Monica shouted…
“Condom. At least put a fucking condom on, madarchod. I’m in my fertile period. I am not getting pregnant with your child. Don’t even think about trying it.”
Ustad rubbed the head against her entrance again, feeling how easily the thick tip would slide in.
“I won’t release inside you. Don’t worry!”
Monica’s short, hoarse laugh was pure disbelief mixed with razor-sharp sass
“I don’t trust men. They all say the same fucking nonsense …Especially not men who just spent the last hour with their face buried in their best friend’s wife’s cunt and got themselves soaked.”
Ustad’s eyes locked on hers. He pushed forward just enough for the thick head to stretch her open and rest right at the entrance — not inside yet, but the pressure was already intense…he repeated, voice rough and steady. “I’ll pull out. . Now stop talking and take it.”
Monica stared up at him,
“…Not even one drop, Ustad. I mean it. You break that promise and I’ll make sure you regret ever touching me.”
Ustad held her gaze for one more second.
Then he thrust forward in one long, brutal stroke and buried every thick inch of his cock inside her to the hilt.
Monica’s back arched hard off the cot. A raw scream ripped out of her throat.
“Aahhh—! Fuck… it’s too big… ahhh… No… It’s hurting…!”
Her cunt stretched wide around him, the thick head forcing its way deep until his hips pressed flush against her ass. The sudden fullness stole her breath. Tears from the earlier orgasm still wet on her cheeks mixed with fresh ones of pure stretch.
Ustad gave her no time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard and deep. The wet slap of his hips against her filled the room.
Thap… Thap .. Thapppp.. Thap………
He set a relentless, punishing rhythm from the first strokes — long, powerful thrusts that made her heavy tits bounce and the cot creak under them.
Thap…Thap…. Thap ………..
He leaned down, one hand planted beside her head, the other gripping her thick thigh and pushing it higher. His face was still shiny with her cum. His voice came out low, rough, and filthy right against her ear.
“ Sweetie…Does Rakesh ever stretch you like this? Or does he just politely push in and finish in two minutes?”
Monica’s bound wrists yanked against the panties. Her voice came out broken but still sharp.
“Shut up… ahhh…ahhh… and fuck me properly if you’re going to do it…”
Ustad laughed, short and dark, and drove into her harder.
“I’m already fucking you. Look at your cunt. Soaking wet for me while your husband is out there judging children’s dances”
He hooked both arms under her thighs, folded her nearly in half, and used his full weight to pound down into her. The new angle made her scream again.
“Aahhh—! Hey Bhagwan… ummmmmaaa uhh… ahhh….Ustad …!”
“That’s it,” Ustad growled, never slowing. “Scream for me. You’re tighter than I expected… or maybe he just never opens you up properly.”
“You’re talking too much… ahhh… for someone who’s supposed to be just fucking me…”
Ustad’s rhythm stayed brutal and steady. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. He leaned down and bit the side of her neck, then spoke against her skin between thrusts.
“I can talk and fuck you at the same time. Unlike your husband. I bet he goes quiet and careful”
He kept the folded position and fucked her without mercy — deep, heavy strokes that made her cunt squelch loudly around him.
Monica’s voice cracked, but she still pushed back at him between moans.
Ustad’s eyes darkened. He pulled almost all the way out, paused with only the thick head stretching her, then slammed back in with everything he had.
He set a harder, faster pace, the wet filthy sounds of their fucking filling the sealed room.
Thap… Thapp.. Thap…. Thap……
His hands gripped her thick thighs hard enough to leave marks. He watched her face the entire time.
“Rakesh is going to come back to the house later thinking his good little wife was resting. But look at her taking my lund”
Monica’s third wave of pleasure was building fast. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around him. Tears kept leaking from her eyes, but her voice stayed sharp even while breaking.
“You’re… ahhh… enjoying the commentary more than the fucking… madarchod… aahh…!”
Ustad laughed again, low and rough, and ground deep inside her.
“I’m enjoying both. Especially the part where you keep talking back while your cunt keeps sucking me in. Rakesh has no idea what a dirty, greedy wife he’s got. ”
He fucked her like that for a long time — raw, brutal, continuous — never fully letting her come, never fully letting himself get too close. Every time she got loud he talked more filth into her ear about her husband, about how easy she was for him, about how this was only the beginning. Monica cursed him, challenged him, and still lifted her hips to meet every thrust.
Then he suddenly pulled out.
The emptiness made her cry out in protest.
“Ustad— don’t you dare stop now— put it back in—”
He didn’t answer with words at first. He flipped her onto her stomach with her wrists still tied to the head of the cot. He yanked her hips up high so her , bitten ass was raised and her chest stayed pressed to the mattress. Then he slammed back into her from behind in one brutal, full-length stroke that forced a raw scream out of her.
“Aahhh—! Fuck What kind of animal are you Ustad?…!”
The new position let him go even deeper. He gripped the red-bitten cheeks of her ass with both hands, spreading them wide open so he could watch his thick cock disappear inside her cunt on every thrust. He set a hard, savage rhythm — long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt with full force. The wet slap of his hips against her ass was louder now.
Monica’s face was turned to the side, cheek pressed into the mattress, mouth open.
“Ahhh… Ustad… ahhh… you’re so deep… Hey Bhagwan… yes… harder… aahh…!”
Ustad leaned over her, chest against her back, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to arch.
“Rakesh will never fuck you like this,” he growled against her ear between thrusts. “He doesn’t have it in him. He doesn’t even know his wife can take a real cock this deep and still beg for more. Say it. Tell me he can’t fuck you like I do.”
Monica’s voice cracked, but the sass still cut through.
“He can’t… ahhh… you already know that… now stop talking about him ….… aahh…!”
“I am using you. Poor Rakesh bastard. He’s going to come home later and kiss you without knowing my cum is going to be leaking out of you.”
Monica moaned loudly, hips pushing back to meet him despite herself.
“You’re… ahhh… Ustad harder ….harder …harder…”
Ustad laughed, short and dark, and slammed into her harder.
“ What would Rakesh say if he saw this?”
“He’d… ahhh… lose his mind… now fuck me harder if you’re going to keep talking… aahh…!”
He gave her exactly that — relentless, punishing force. Every time her cunt started fluttering around him he slowed just enough to keep her from tipping over, then resumed the hard pace.
Monica’s second orgasm built slowly and then crashed over her with violent force. Her cunt clamped down on him so tightly he had to grit his teeth. She screamed into the mattress, body shaking, tears streaming again.
He did not stop.
He fucked her straight through the orgasm and kept going, using her spasming cunt without mercy.
When her arms started shaking from being stretched he simply gripped her ass harder and pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. Monica’s voice was completely hoarse by now, but she never stopped answering him.
“Ahhh… yes… use me… Ustad… ruin me… aahh… I hate how good you feel… aahh…!”
Ustad kept the same position, the same deep, relentless rhythm, for what felt like hours. He edged himself repeatedly.
“You’re going to walk back to that mela later with my cum leaking out of you,” he said, voice thick. “And Rakesh will smile at you like nothing happened. That’s the best part. His wife, full of my cock, pretending everything is normal.”
“Ahhh… Ustad… ahhh… I can’t… aahh… you’re going to break me…”
He finally let himself go.
Instead of pulling out he slammed in to the hilt one last time and held there, cock pulsing hard as he came deep inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her cunt in heavy spurts. He kept grinding against her through every pulse, forcing every drop as deep as it would go.
Monica’s eyes flew open. A broken, shocked sound tore out of her.
“Ustad— you promised… ahhh… you said not even one drop—!”
Ustad stayed buried inside her, chest heaving against her back, still emptying the last of his cum into her.
“I lied,” he said, voice rough and completely unrepentant. “And you took every drop anyway. … full of Rakesh best friend’s cum. How does that feel, Monica? Tell me.”
Monica’s only answer at first was a long, broken moan as another aftershock rippled through her. Then, hoarse and still defiant even in defeat:
“It feels… like you’re a complete bastard… …”
He stayed inside her for a long moment after the last pulse, feeling her cunt flutter around him, before finally pulling out. Thick cum immediately leaked from her stretched, used entrance and ran down her thighs onto the sheet.
Monica collapsed fully onto the cot, wrists still bound, completely spent. Her cunt twitched and leaked his cum. She was still whispering broken curses and moans into the mattress.
Ustad sat back on his heels, chest heaving, looking down at the absolute mess he had made of his best friend’s wife.
“Next time,” he said quietly, “I won’t even pretend I’m going to pull out”
Monica let out a weak voice
“You’re…an unbelievable madarchod…”
Ustad only smiled, still watching the cum leak out of her.
Neither of them spoke for a long time after that.
The only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the distant, muffled noise of the village mela still going on outside.
Every part of her body ached with a deep, biting exhaustion. Her breasts were sore and bruised from the long, relentless sucking and biting, the nipples dark and tender. Her ass cheeks throbbed with the red marks of his teeth. Between her legs her cunt felt swollen, puffy, and thoroughly used — a raw, pulsing ache that made even the smallest shift of her ass send a sharp reminder through her. She could barely move. Her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, as if the hours of being pinned, folded, and fucked had drained every last bit of strength from her muscles.
She tested the restraints weakly.
“Untie me,” she said, voice hoarse and low.
Ustad sat back on his heels between her legs, He reached up and worked the knot free. The black panties fell away from her wrists. Monica immediately tried to pull her arms down. The movement sent a fresh wave of stiffness and pain through her shoulders and wrists.
She didn’t look at him at first.
“You promised,” she said quietly. “Not even one drop. You looked me in the eye and said it.”
Ustad wiped his cock roughly with a corner of the sheet and pulled his trousers back up, not bothering to fasten them properly.
“I did. So what ? Sweetie...”
Monica let out a short, disbelieving breath …
“You lied. You came inside me on purpose. I’m in my fertile period, you absolute bastard.”
She finally turned her head and looked at him. .
“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? Rakesh is my husband. Your best friend. And you just… finished inside me like I was some random girl you picked up.”
Ustad met her gaze without flinching.
“You didn’t stop me. You came on my cock twice while I was fucking you. You pushed back for more. Don’t rewrite it now that you’re sober.”
Monica sat up slowly.
“I was high. And tied up. And you spent an hour working me over until I couldn’t think straight. That doesn’t make this okay. You broke the only condition I gave you.”
She reached for the torn blouse, realised it was useless, and settled for pulling the sheet up over her breasts instead. Even lifting the sheet made her sore arms and tender breasts complain.
“ Ustad Miyan on a serious note please get me a strip of I pill Tablets from wherever you can…you deposited a truck load of cum inside me..”
Ustad stood up, found her petticoat on the floor, and tossed it onto the cot beside her.
“ Okay will check the village pharmacy”
“ Ustad …look at me….This doesn’t happen again,” she said, voice firm even while hoarse. “Whatever this was… it ends here. I mean it.”
Ustad’s mouth curved in a small, knowing smile.
“We’ll see.”
Monica’s eyes narrowed. The small expression was one of the few things her exhausted face could still manage easily.
“No. We won’t see. I’m serious. I’m going back to my husband, and you’re going to pretend none of this happened. Clear?”
Ustad didn’t answer right away. He simply watched her for another long second — naked under the sheet, marked, leaking his cum, body too used and bruised to move properly, still trying to set terms after everything he had just done to her.
He quickly got dressed as Monica sank into deep sleep
“Aahhh—! I …just …cummed ..Fuck….!” Monica could not blame herself for her shameless orgasm!
Her cunt convulsed violently against his mouth. Thick, clear wetness gushed out of her in pulses, soaking Ustad’s face completely — his nose, his mouth, his chin, even his cheeks. She orgasamed unrestrained and shameless, ass grinding down onto his tongue and lips, forcing more of her juices into his mouth. Tears spilled freely from the corners of her eyes, running down her temples into her hair. Her heavy tits shook with every spasm. Long, high, broken moans kept pouring out of her even after the peak, her body twitching and rolling against his face as if she never wanted it to end.
“Ahhh… ahh… fuck… holyyyuy fuck…!” Monica was panting uncontrollable soaking in the ultimate dirty pleasure
Ustad stayed buried between her thighs like a man who truly owned her, licking and sucking her through every last tremor, letting her coat his face completely. Only when she finally went limp and whimpering did he lift his head.
His entire face was shiny and wet with her cum. He made no move to wipe it off. He simply rose onto his knees between her still-spread legs, shoved his trousers the rest of the way down, and freed his thick, dark, fully hard cock. The heavy, vein-ridged length slapped against the soft skin of her lower belly. He grabbed it at the base, angled the swollen head downward, and pressed it directly against her soaked, still-pulsing entrance.
Monica’s eyes flew open. The post-orgasm haze cleared but her defiance still was there….
“Wait— Ustad, stop right there. I can’t cheat on Rakesh. I’m still married to your best friend, you bastard.”
Ustad rubbed the thick head up and down her slippery folds, coating himself in the fresh wetness she had just gushed, then notched it firmly against her hole. The heat and size of him were impossible to ignore.
Monica’s voice came out sharp, breathless, and full of cutting sass even while her cunt twitched against him.
“I said stop. I can’t cheat… especially not with my husband’s best friend pipe like Lund…. Get that thing away from me before I start screaming for real.”
Ustad leaned over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other still guiding his cock.
“You’ve already cheated, Monica. You just came all over my face like you were starving for it . This is just us finishing what you started.”
Monica tried to close her thighs, but his body kept them open.
“ It will hurt… your size is massive..I am not ready for this shit Ustad… don’t force me” Monica still fought back ..She was not fighting Ustad but her own conscience..
She was acting against her own guilt trip… the guilt of cheating her husband with his best friend.. there can’t be any more cruel form of marital cheating on this planet….Monica knew it…She was fighting a losing battle trying desperately to keep her conscience clean…But Ustad was such a bastard brute, he won’t ever let that happen… you don’t expect mercy and emotion and restraint with the notorious betting goonda of Delhi … Once you are involved so deep with Ustad , there is no going back ever…Monica knew the inevitable…absolutely she Knew!!!!
Ustad laughed “ Are you going to let me fuck you quietly or you will still put that silly drama on ! Monica?”
Monica gulped “ Ustad not today please, it does not feel right…I have to work on my marriage!”
Ustad hissed …
Monica shouted…
“Condom. At least put a fucking condom on, madarchod. I’m in my fertile period. I am not getting pregnant with your child. Don’t even think about trying it.”
Ustad rubbed the head against her entrance again, feeling how easily the thick tip would slide in.
“I won’t release inside you. Don’t worry!”
Monica’s short, hoarse laugh was pure disbelief mixed with razor-sharp sass
“I don’t trust men. They all say the same fucking nonsense …Especially not men who just spent the last hour with their face buried in their best friend’s wife’s cunt and got themselves soaked.”
Ustad’s eyes locked on hers. He pushed forward just enough for the thick head to stretch her open and rest right at the entrance — not inside yet, but the pressure was already intense…he repeated, voice rough and steady. “I’ll pull out. . Now stop talking and take it.”
Monica stared up at him,
“…Not even one drop, Ustad. I mean it. You break that promise and I’ll make sure you regret ever touching me.”
Ustad held her gaze for one more second.
Then he thrust forward in one long, brutal stroke and buried every thick inch of his cock inside her to the hilt.
Monica’s back arched hard off the cot. A raw scream ripped out of her throat.
“Aahhh—! Fuck… it’s too big… ahhh… No… It’s hurting…!”
Her cunt stretched wide around him, the thick head forcing its way deep until his hips pressed flush against her ass. The sudden fullness stole her breath. Tears from the earlier orgasm still wet on her cheeks mixed with fresh ones of pure stretch.
Ustad gave her no time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard and deep. The wet slap of his hips against her filled the room.
Thap… Thap .. Thapppp.. Thap………
He set a relentless, punishing rhythm from the first strokes — long, powerful thrusts that made her heavy tits bounce and the cot creak under them.
Thap…Thap…. Thap ………..
He leaned down, one hand planted beside her head, the other gripping her thick thigh and pushing it higher. His face was still shiny with her cum. His voice came out low, rough, and filthy right against her ear.
“ Sweetie…Does Rakesh ever stretch you like this? Or does he just politely push in and finish in two minutes?”
Monica’s bound wrists yanked against the panties. Her voice came out broken but still sharp.
“Shut up… ahhh…ahhh… and fuck me properly if you’re going to do it…”
Ustad laughed, short and dark, and drove into her harder.
“I’m already fucking you. Look at your cunt. Soaking wet for me while your husband is out there judging children’s dances”
He hooked both arms under her thighs, folded her nearly in half, and used his full weight to pound down into her. The new angle made her scream again.
“Aahhh—! Hey Bhagwan… ummmmmaaa uhh… ahhh….Ustad …!”
“That’s it,” Ustad growled, never slowing. “Scream for me. You’re tighter than I expected… or maybe he just never opens you up properly.”
“You’re talking too much… ahhh… for someone who’s supposed to be just fucking me…”
Ustad’s rhythm stayed brutal and steady. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. He leaned down and bit the side of her neck, then spoke against her skin between thrusts.
“I can talk and fuck you at the same time. Unlike your husband. I bet he goes quiet and careful”
He kept the folded position and fucked her without mercy — deep, heavy strokes that made her cunt squelch loudly around him.
Monica’s voice cracked, but she still pushed back at him between moans.
Ustad’s eyes darkened. He pulled almost all the way out, paused with only the thick head stretching her, then slammed back in with everything he had.
He set a harder, faster pace, the wet filthy sounds of their fucking filling the sealed room.
Thap… Thapp.. Thap…. Thap……
His hands gripped her thick thighs hard enough to leave marks. He watched her face the entire time.
“Rakesh is going to come back to the house later thinking his good little wife was resting. But look at her taking my lund”
Monica’s third wave of pleasure was building fast. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around him. Tears kept leaking from her eyes, but her voice stayed sharp even while breaking.
“You’re… ahhh… enjoying the commentary more than the fucking… madarchod… aahh…!”
Ustad laughed again, low and rough, and ground deep inside her.
“I’m enjoying both. Especially the part where you keep talking back while your cunt keeps sucking me in. Rakesh has no idea what a dirty, greedy wife he’s got. ”
He fucked her like that for a long time — raw, brutal, continuous — never fully letting her come, never fully letting himself get too close. Every time she got loud he talked more filth into her ear about her husband, about how easy she was for him, about how this was only the beginning. Monica cursed him, challenged him, and still lifted her hips to meet every thrust.
Then he suddenly pulled out.
The emptiness made her cry out in protest.
“Ustad— don’t you dare stop now— put it back in—”
He didn’t answer with words at first. He flipped her onto her stomach with her wrists still tied to the head of the cot. He yanked her hips up high so her , bitten ass was raised and her chest stayed pressed to the mattress. Then he slammed back into her from behind in one brutal, full-length stroke that forced a raw scream out of her.
“Aahhh—! Fuck What kind of animal are you Ustad?…!”
The new position let him go even deeper. He gripped the red-bitten cheeks of her ass with both hands, spreading them wide open so he could watch his thick cock disappear inside her cunt on every thrust. He set a hard, savage rhythm — long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt with full force. The wet slap of his hips against her ass was louder now.
Monica’s face was turned to the side, cheek pressed into the mattress, mouth open.
“Ahhh… Ustad… ahhh… you’re so deep… Hey Bhagwan… yes… harder… aahh…!”
Ustad leaned over her, chest against her back, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to arch.
“Rakesh will never fuck you like this,” he growled against her ear between thrusts. “He doesn’t have it in him. He doesn’t even know his wife can take a real cock this deep and still beg for more. Say it. Tell me he can’t fuck you like I do.”
Monica’s voice cracked, but the sass still cut through.
“He can’t… ahhh… you already know that… now stop talking about him ….… aahh…!”
“I am using you. Poor Rakesh bastard. He’s going to come home later and kiss you without knowing my cum is going to be leaking out of you.”
Monica moaned loudly, hips pushing back to meet him despite herself.
“You’re… ahhh… Ustad harder ….harder …harder…”
Ustad laughed, short and dark, and slammed into her harder.
“ What would Rakesh say if he saw this?”
“He’d… ahhh… lose his mind… now fuck me harder if you’re going to keep talking… aahh…!”
He gave her exactly that — relentless, punishing force. Every time her cunt started fluttering around him he slowed just enough to keep her from tipping over, then resumed the hard pace.
Monica’s second orgasm built slowly and then crashed over her with violent force. Her cunt clamped down on him so tightly he had to grit his teeth. She screamed into the mattress, body shaking, tears streaming again.
He did not stop.
He fucked her straight through the orgasm and kept going, using her spasming cunt without mercy.
When her arms started shaking from being stretched he simply gripped her ass harder and pulled her back onto his cock with every thrust. Monica’s voice was completely hoarse by now, but she never stopped answering him.
“Ahhh… yes… use me… Ustad… ruin me… aahh… I hate how good you feel… aahh…!”
Ustad kept the same position, the same deep, relentless rhythm, for what felt like hours. He edged himself repeatedly.
“You’re going to walk back to that mela later with my cum leaking out of you,” he said, voice thick. “And Rakesh will smile at you like nothing happened. That’s the best part. His wife, full of my cock, pretending everything is normal.”
“Ahhh… Ustad… ahhh… I can’t… aahh… you’re going to break me…”
He finally let himself go.
Instead of pulling out he slammed in to the hilt one last time and held there, cock pulsing hard as he came deep inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her cunt in heavy spurts. He kept grinding against her through every pulse, forcing every drop as deep as it would go.
Monica’s eyes flew open. A broken, shocked sound tore out of her.
“Ustad— you promised… ahhh… you said not even one drop—!”
Ustad stayed buried inside her, chest heaving against her back, still emptying the last of his cum into her.
“I lied,” he said, voice rough and completely unrepentant. “And you took every drop anyway. … full of Rakesh best friend’s cum. How does that feel, Monica? Tell me.”
Monica’s only answer at first was a long, broken moan as another aftershock rippled through her. Then, hoarse and still defiant even in defeat:
“It feels… like you’re a complete bastard… …”
He stayed inside her for a long moment after the last pulse, feeling her cunt flutter around him, before finally pulling out. Thick cum immediately leaked from her stretched, used entrance and ran down her thighs onto the sheet.
Monica collapsed fully onto the cot, wrists still bound, completely spent. Her cunt twitched and leaked his cum. She was still whispering broken curses and moans into the mattress.
Ustad sat back on his heels, chest heaving, looking down at the absolute mess he had made of his best friend’s wife.
“Next time,” he said quietly, “I won’t even pretend I’m going to pull out”
Monica let out a weak voice
“You’re…an unbelievable madarchod…”
Ustad only smiled, still watching the cum leak out of her.
Neither of them spoke for a long time after that.
The only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the distant, muffled noise of the village mela still going on outside.
Every part of her body ached with a deep, biting exhaustion. Her breasts were sore and bruised from the long, relentless sucking and biting, the nipples dark and tender. Her ass cheeks throbbed with the red marks of his teeth. Between her legs her cunt felt swollen, puffy, and thoroughly used — a raw, pulsing ache that made even the smallest shift of her ass send a sharp reminder through her. She could barely move. Her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, as if the hours of being pinned, folded, and fucked had drained every last bit of strength from her muscles.
She tested the restraints weakly.
“Untie me,” she said, voice hoarse and low.
Ustad sat back on his heels between her legs, He reached up and worked the knot free. The black panties fell away from her wrists. Monica immediately tried to pull her arms down. The movement sent a fresh wave of stiffness and pain through her shoulders and wrists.
She didn’t look at him at first.
“You promised,” she said quietly. “Not even one drop. You looked me in the eye and said it.”
Ustad wiped his cock roughly with a corner of the sheet and pulled his trousers back up, not bothering to fasten them properly.
“I did. So what ? Sweetie...”
Monica let out a short, disbelieving breath …
“You lied. You came inside me on purpose. I’m in my fertile period, you absolute bastard.”
She finally turned her head and looked at him. .
“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? Rakesh is my husband. Your best friend. And you just… finished inside me like I was some random girl you picked up.”
Ustad met her gaze without flinching.
“You didn’t stop me. You came on my cock twice while I was fucking you. You pushed back for more. Don’t rewrite it now that you’re sober.”
Monica sat up slowly.
“I was high. And tied up. And you spent an hour working me over until I couldn’t think straight. That doesn’t make this okay. You broke the only condition I gave you.”
She reached for the torn blouse, realised it was useless, and settled for pulling the sheet up over her breasts instead. Even lifting the sheet made her sore arms and tender breasts complain.
“ Ustad Miyan on a serious note please get me a strip of I pill Tablets from wherever you can…you deposited a truck load of cum inside me..”
Ustad stood up, found her petticoat on the floor, and tossed it onto the cot beside her.
“ Okay will check the village pharmacy”
“ Ustad …look at me….This doesn’t happen again,” she said, voice firm even while hoarse. “Whatever this was… it ends here. I mean it.”
Ustad’s mouth curved in a small, knowing smile.
“We’ll see.”
Monica’s eyes narrowed. The small expression was one of the few things her exhausted face could still manage easily.
“No. We won’t see. I’m serious. I’m going back to my husband, and you’re going to pretend none of this happened. Clear?”
Ustad didn’t answer right away. He simply watched her for another long second — naked under the sheet, marked, leaking his cum, body too used and bruised to move properly, still trying to set terms after everything he had just done to her.
He quickly got dressed as Monica sank into deep sleep
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