[maitripatel]

Neeru’s rough, dirty foot came to rest on my shoulder. He began to nudge the maroon strap of my brassiere, shifting it ever so slightly across my shoulder. He clearly wanted to slide the strap down, but because the bra fit so tightly against my body, he couldn’t easily move it.

Seeing no resistance or objection from me, Neeru decided to do something that perhaps no woman, not even one of the lowest or most degraded standing, would ever tolerate. Yet, for some reason, Neeru seemed to expect, or perhaps was even certain, that I wouldn’t stop him from doing this either.

Indeed, Neeru did something that left me completely stunned, a reaction that only served to embolden him further.

Moving his foot, which was already resting on my shoulder, he shifted it past the bra strap and brushed his dirty big toe against my fair cheek. He immediately pulled his foot back. For a fleeting moment, I felt a jolt, as if I had been struck by an electric shock; it seemed Neeru had sensed it, too.

But when he saw no further sharp reaction from me, he touched my cheek with his foot once again. This time, he didn’t pull it away; instead, he kept it pressed against my cheek. And I, I didn’t pull my face away; I couldn’t.

Neeru then began to gently stroke my cheek with his big toe, moving it now toward my ear, now toward my nose. As soon as he touched my nose with his big toe, a foul, pungent stench permeated my senses, seeping deep inside me. Neeru’s rough, cracked-skinned toe caressed my fair cheek, moving steadily toward my lips.

At one point, Neeru gathered the courage to touch the corner of my mouth before resting his foot back against my cheek. But the very next moment, his foot stirred again; this time, instead of stopping at the corner of my mouth, his big toe began to press against my lips.

I stared straight into Neeru’s eyes as he toyed with my lips, using his big toe with evident relish. I, a beautiful woman whose lips were coveted by countless young men, now had those lovely, pink lips being touched by the filthy, grimy foot of a lowly sweeper.

As he pressed his big toe against my pink lips, applying more pressure while holding my gaze, Neeru whispered, ever so softly,

“Madam-ji… why don’t you open your mouth a little?”

I couldn’t tell if his tone carried a request or a command. Regardless, the moment he spoke, my lips parted, creating just enough space for his grimy, filthy toe.

The gap my lips provided was perfectly sufficient for his toe. They had opened just wide enough for him to slide it between them with a gentle push.

And that is exactly what Neeru did. Slowly, he nudged his big toe between my lips, and it began to brush against my pearly white teeth.

I didn’t know what to do! Should I push his foot away and break free from his spell, or should I surrender completely and do exactly as he wished?

My breathing quickened. My Choot (pussy) was now completely soaked, and its juices began to trickle out. Inside my bra, my nipples had hardened to the point of aching. Neeru’s grimy, dark big toe pressed gently between my pink lips. The dirt, the filth, and the pungent, sharp odor of his toe seeped into my mouth.

I kept my gaze fixed on Neeru’s eyes; shame, arousal, disgust, and a strange, intense craving, everything surged within me all at once. My lips parted a little wider. Neeru’s big toe slid deeper between them, the rough skin of his toe rubbing against my soft, wet lips.

There was a glint of triumph and hunger in Neeru’s eyes. He knew that today, I had surrendered myself entirely at his feet. He could use me however he pleased, and I, for my part, had completely succumbed to him.

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Co-Assisted by Sauni Patel. Edited by Funlover.

As usual Maitri wishes you JAY BHARAT.