Yesterday, 04:17 PM
Swamiji’s eyes moved from my bare breasts down to my waist. His voice remained calm and low.
“I will take off your petticoat now,” he said. “Lift your hips a little.”
A deeper warmth gathered in my pussy. I nodded and raised my hips slightly, obedient. “Yes, Swamiji.”
His hands went to the knot of my white petticoat. He untied it slowly, then drew my white petticoat down over my hips and along my thighs, pulling it off completely and setting it aside. I lay on the bed in only my maroon color panties. The black thread stayed hot against my waist. Cool air touched my stomach and the tops of my thighs. My maroon color panties clung to my pussy, already damp.
He looked at my maroon color panties for a moment, his gaze steady. “These too,” he said quietly. “I want you naked.”
My heart beat harder. I lifted my hips again without being asked. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my maroon color panties and drew them down slowly, peeling them away from my wet pussy, over my thighs, and off my legs. My maroon color panties fell to the floor. I was fully naked. My pussy was bare, lips parted and glistening, my nipples hard, my breasts rising and falling with each breath. He stood looking at my naked body, his cock visibly hard beneath the saffron dhoti. I remained still and open on the bed, the black thread burning at my waist, waiting for him.
Swamiji looked at my naked body for a long moment, his eyes moving over my breasts and then down to my wet pussy. He untied his saffron dhoti and let it fall. His cock was fully hard, thick and heavy, standing erect. He climbed onto the bed and moved over me, the rudraksha mala hanging between us.
“I am going to use my mouth on you now,” he said, his voice calm. “Stay open.”
A shiver moved through me. I nodded, my legs already parted. “Yes, Swamiji.”
He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck. His lips were wet. He licked a slow, filthy line up my neck, leaving saliva shining on my body, then moved down to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue swirling, saliva coating my nipple and dripping down the curve of my breast.
“Mmm… ahh…” I moaned softly.
He moved to the other breast and did the same, licking and sucking messily, his spit making both nipples glisten and slip under his tongue. Heat rushed straight into my pussy. His cock pressed against my inner thigh, hot and solid.
“Ohh… Swamiji…” another moan left me.
He kept his mouth on my breasts, filthy and wet, saliva trailing across my body, until my nipples ached and my pussy was soaked. I stayed still and obedient beneath him, breathing unevenly, the black thread hot at my waist.
Swamiji lifted his mouth from my breasts, a thin string of saliva still connecting his lips to my nipple before it broke. He looked down at my wet pussy, then settled between my thighs. His hands pushed my legs wider.
“I am going to taste your pussy now,” he said. “Do not close your legs.”
My pussy clenched. I nodded, already open. “Yes, Swamiji.”
He lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly along my pussy lips, licking from the bottom up in one long, filthy stroke. Saliva mixed with my wetness. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth.
“Ahh… mmm… ohh…” I moaned, my hips lifting.
He pushed his tongue inside my pussy, fucking me with it, spit and my own wetness dripping down. He licked and sucked messily, his mouth filthy against me, tongue thrusting deep, then returning to my clit to suck hard. My thighs trembled. Pleasure built fast. He kept going, wet and relentless, until my pussy was soaked and pulsing and soft, helpless moans kept leaving me. The black thread burned at my waist. I stayed obedient, legs spread wide, taking every stroke of his tongue.
Swamiji raised his head from between my thighs, his mouth and chin wet with saliva and my pussy. He moved up over me, gripping his cock. He rubbed the thick head slowly along my soaked pussy lips, coating himself in my wetness.
“I am going to enter you now,” he said, his voice low. “Stay open and take it.”
My pussy clenched in anticipation. I nodded, legs spread. “Yes, Swamiji.”
He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and pushed forward. The thick head stretched my pussy as it slid inside. A sharp gasp left me.
“Ahh… ohh…”
He kept pushing, slow and steady, until his cock was buried fully inside my pussy. I felt every inch stretching me, filling me completely. He stayed still for a moment, deep, letting my pussy adjust around him. My breasts rose and fell. The black thread burned hot at my waist. He looked down at where his cock disappeared into me, then met my eyes.
“Good,” he said quietly. “You are taking me well.”
I remained still and obedient beneath him, my pussy full and clenching around his cock, waiting for him to begin moving.
Swamiji began to move. He drew his cock out slowly until only the head remained inside my pussy, then pushed back in with a long, deep thrust. My breasts bounced. A moan left me at once.
“Mmm… ahh…”
He set a steady rhythm, fucking me with controlled, deliberate strokes. His cock slid out almost fully, then drove back deep into my pussy each time. Wet sounds filled the room. My pussy clenched around him, growing wetter with every thrust. He watched my face, his hands braced beside me, the rudraksha mala swinging lightly between us.
“Ohh… Swamiji… ahh…” I moaned, my hips lifting to meet him.
He continued the same deep, steady pace, his cock filling me completely on every stroke. Pleasure built slowly and thickly. The black thread burned against my waist. I stayed open beneath him, taking each thrust, soft moans leaving me as he fucked me without hurry.
Swamiji’s thrusts grew harder. He gripped my hips and drove his cock deeper into my pussy, faster now, each stroke landing with a wet slap. My breasts bounced heavily. I cried out, my legs spreading wider on their own.
“Ahh… ohh… mmm…”
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard while he continued to fuck me. Saliva coated my nipple. The combination of his cock pounding into my pussy and his mouth on my breast made pleasure spike sharply. My pussy clenched tight around him.
“Swamiji… ahh… it’s so deep…” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheet.
He switched to my other nipple, licking and sucking messily, spit trailing across my breasts, never slowing the hard rhythm of his cock. The black thread burned hotter at my waist. I was getting close, my body trembling under him, taking every deep thrust as the pressure built.
Swamiji pulled his cock out of my pussy suddenly. I gasped at the emptiness. He turned me onto my stomach with firm hands, then lifted my hips so my ass was raised. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock back into my pussy in one deep stroke.
“Ahhh… ohh…” I moaned into the pillow.
He gripped my ass and began fucking me hard from behind. His cock drove deep with every thrust, the angle sharper, hitting places that made my legs shake. My breasts pressed and rubbed against the sheet. Wet sounds grew louder. He reached under me and rubbed my clit in firm circles while he continued to pound into my pussy.
“Mmm… Swamiji… ahh… I’m close…” I moaned, pushing back against him.
The black thread burned against my waist. Pleasure coiled tight and hot. He fucked me steadily, his cock filling me completely from behind, his fingers working my clit, drawing me right to the edge.
Swamiji kept fucking my pussy hard from behind while his fingers rubbed my clit faster. The pressure broke. My pussy clenched and pulsed wildly around his cock as the orgasm hit.
“Ahhh… oh god… mmm… I’m cumming…” I cried out, my whole body shaking.
Wave after wave rolled through me. My thighs trembled. My breasts pressed hard against the sheet. He did not stop. He continued thrusting deep into my pulsing pussy, his cock slick and relentless, fucking me through every spasm while his fingers stayed on my clit. The black thread burned fiercely at my waist. I moaned helplessly into the pillow, my pussy fluttering and gripping him as the orgasm stretched on, my body completely open and shaking beneath his steady thrusts.
Swamiji slowed but did not pull out. He kept his cock buried in my still-pulsing pussy for a moment, then drew back and turned me onto my back again. My body was loose and trembling. He entered me once more, sliding his cock deep into my sensitive pussy in one smooth thrust.
“Mmm… ahh…” I moaned softly, oversensitive.
My legs wrapped around his waist on their own. He began fucking me with slower, heavier strokes, his cock dragging against my fluttering walls. He kissed my neck, then my breasts, his mouth wet and warm. His breathing grew rougher. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. The black thread stayed hot at my waist. He thrust deeper, grinding against me at the end of each stroke, his body tensing as he chased his own release.
Swamiji’s thrusts turned urgent. He drove his cock deep into my pussy, faster and harder, the wet sounds loud in the room. My breasts bounced with every stroke. I held onto his shoulders, my pussy still sensitive and clenching around him from the orgasm.
“Ahh… mmm… Swamiji…” I moaned, my legs tight around his waist.
He groaned, his body tensing above me. His cock swelled thicker inside my pussy. He buried himself fully and stayed there, grinding hard against me, his hips jerking in short, deep movements. The black thread burned against my waist. I felt him throb. He was right on the edge, his breathing ragged against my neck, his cock pulsing as he held himself deep inside me.
Swamiji’s thrusts grew desperate and unrestrained. He drove his cock deep into my pussy, groaning openly, clearly loving every stroke.
“I am going to cum,” he said, voice thick with pleasure. “Ahh… yes… I am cumming inside your pussy… it feels so good…”
He thrust one final time, burying himself fully, and came hard. His cock pulsed and shot thick, hot spurts of cum deep into me while he moaned shamelessly against my neck, hips jerking as he emptied himself with obvious enjoyment.
“Mmm… so warm… ahh… taking all of it…” he groaned, loving the feeling of filling me.
The flood of his cum pushed me over the edge. My pussy clenched and spasmed hard around his cock.
“Ahhh… ohh… I’m cumming… mmm… ahhh…” I moaned loudly, shaking beneath him.
I came hard all over his cock, my pussy pulsing and gripping him while he kept pumping cum into me, still groaning with shameless pleasure. Wave after wave rolled through me. He stayed buried deep, enjoying every pulse of my orgasm around his cock, both of us moaning as my wetness mixed with his cum and leaked onto the sheet. He did not hide how much he loved it, his body shuddering with satisfaction until the last throbs faded and the black thread at my waist finally cooled.
Swamiji stayed inside me for a moment longer, still enjoying the warmth of my pussy around his softening cock. Then he lifted his head and kissed my lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, his mouth open, his tongue sliding against mine. I could taste the filthy mix of saliva and the lingering wetness from earlier, but in that moment I did not pull away.
He drew back just enough to speak, his voice low and satisfied against my mouth.
“The Wind will no longer be here,” he said. “It is finished. Your husband will be free. His business will succeed again. Your sons will study well and pass all their subjects with good marks. Happiness will return to your house.”
A rush of relief and joy moved through my chest. Tears gathered in my eyes. Without thinking I pulled him back down and kissed him passionately, my lips opening under his, my tongue meeting his even though the taste of his saliva was thick and filthy. I kissed him deeply, my arms around his neck, my naked body still pressed to his, the black thread cool now at my waist, happiness flooding me as I held the kiss and let myself believe every word he had just spoken.
Swamiji stayed inside me for a moment longer, still enjoying the warmth of my pussy around his softening cock. Then he lifted his head and kissed my lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, his mouth open, his tongue sliding against mine. I could taste the filthy mix of saliva, but I did not pull away.
While he kissed me, his hand moved to my waist. He found the black thread and slowly untied it, drawing it away from my body. He broke the kiss just enough to speak, the thread held in his fingers.
“You are free from the Wind now,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “It will no longer touch you or your house. Your husband will be free. His business will succeed again. Your sons will study well and pass all their subjects with good marks. Happiness will return.”
He set the black thread aside. A rush of relief and joy moved through my chest. Tears gathered in my eyes. Without thinking I pulled him back down and kissed him passionately, my lips opening under his, my tongue meeting his even though the taste of his saliva was thick and filthy. I kissed him deeply, my arms around his neck, my naked body still pressed to his, the place where the thread had been now cool and bare, happiness flooding me as I held the kiss and let myself believe every word he had just spoken.
“I will take off your petticoat now,” he said. “Lift your hips a little.”
A deeper warmth gathered in my pussy. I nodded and raised my hips slightly, obedient. “Yes, Swamiji.”
His hands went to the knot of my white petticoat. He untied it slowly, then drew my white petticoat down over my hips and along my thighs, pulling it off completely and setting it aside. I lay on the bed in only my maroon color panties. The black thread stayed hot against my waist. Cool air touched my stomach and the tops of my thighs. My maroon color panties clung to my pussy, already damp.
He looked at my maroon color panties for a moment, his gaze steady. “These too,” he said quietly. “I want you naked.”
My heart beat harder. I lifted my hips again without being asked. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my maroon color panties and drew them down slowly, peeling them away from my wet pussy, over my thighs, and off my legs. My maroon color panties fell to the floor. I was fully naked. My pussy was bare, lips parted and glistening, my nipples hard, my breasts rising and falling with each breath. He stood looking at my naked body, his cock visibly hard beneath the saffron dhoti. I remained still and open on the bed, the black thread burning at my waist, waiting for him.
Swamiji looked at my naked body for a long moment, his eyes moving over my breasts and then down to my wet pussy. He untied his saffron dhoti and let it fall. His cock was fully hard, thick and heavy, standing erect. He climbed onto the bed and moved over me, the rudraksha mala hanging between us.
“I am going to use my mouth on you now,” he said, his voice calm. “Stay open.”
A shiver moved through me. I nodded, my legs already parted. “Yes, Swamiji.”
He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck. His lips were wet. He licked a slow, filthy line up my neck, leaving saliva shining on my body, then moved down to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue swirling, saliva coating my nipple and dripping down the curve of my breast.
“Mmm… ahh…” I moaned softly.
He moved to the other breast and did the same, licking and sucking messily, his spit making both nipples glisten and slip under his tongue. Heat rushed straight into my pussy. His cock pressed against my inner thigh, hot and solid.
“Ohh… Swamiji…” another moan left me.
He kept his mouth on my breasts, filthy and wet, saliva trailing across my body, until my nipples ached and my pussy was soaked. I stayed still and obedient beneath him, breathing unevenly, the black thread hot at my waist.
Swamiji lifted his mouth from my breasts, a thin string of saliva still connecting his lips to my nipple before it broke. He looked down at my wet pussy, then settled between my thighs. His hands pushed my legs wider.
“I am going to taste your pussy now,” he said. “Do not close your legs.”
My pussy clenched. I nodded, already open. “Yes, Swamiji.”
He lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly along my pussy lips, licking from the bottom up in one long, filthy stroke. Saliva mixed with my wetness. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth.
“Ahh… mmm… ohh…” I moaned, my hips lifting.
He pushed his tongue inside my pussy, fucking me with it, spit and my own wetness dripping down. He licked and sucked messily, his mouth filthy against me, tongue thrusting deep, then returning to my clit to suck hard. My thighs trembled. Pleasure built fast. He kept going, wet and relentless, until my pussy was soaked and pulsing and soft, helpless moans kept leaving me. The black thread burned at my waist. I stayed obedient, legs spread wide, taking every stroke of his tongue.
Swamiji raised his head from between my thighs, his mouth and chin wet with saliva and my pussy. He moved up over me, gripping his cock. He rubbed the thick head slowly along my soaked pussy lips, coating himself in my wetness.
“I am going to enter you now,” he said, his voice low. “Stay open and take it.”
My pussy clenched in anticipation. I nodded, legs spread. “Yes, Swamiji.”
He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and pushed forward. The thick head stretched my pussy as it slid inside. A sharp gasp left me.
“Ahh… ohh…”
He kept pushing, slow and steady, until his cock was buried fully inside my pussy. I felt every inch stretching me, filling me completely. He stayed still for a moment, deep, letting my pussy adjust around him. My breasts rose and fell. The black thread burned hot at my waist. He looked down at where his cock disappeared into me, then met my eyes.
“Good,” he said quietly. “You are taking me well.”
I remained still and obedient beneath him, my pussy full and clenching around his cock, waiting for him to begin moving.
Swamiji began to move. He drew his cock out slowly until only the head remained inside my pussy, then pushed back in with a long, deep thrust. My breasts bounced. A moan left me at once.
“Mmm… ahh…”
He set a steady rhythm, fucking me with controlled, deliberate strokes. His cock slid out almost fully, then drove back deep into my pussy each time. Wet sounds filled the room. My pussy clenched around him, growing wetter with every thrust. He watched my face, his hands braced beside me, the rudraksha mala swinging lightly between us.
“Ohh… Swamiji… ahh…” I moaned, my hips lifting to meet him.
He continued the same deep, steady pace, his cock filling me completely on every stroke. Pleasure built slowly and thickly. The black thread burned against my waist. I stayed open beneath him, taking each thrust, soft moans leaving me as he fucked me without hurry.
Swamiji’s thrusts grew harder. He gripped my hips and drove his cock deeper into my pussy, faster now, each stroke landing with a wet slap. My breasts bounced heavily. I cried out, my legs spreading wider on their own.
“Ahh… ohh… mmm…”
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard while he continued to fuck me. Saliva coated my nipple. The combination of his cock pounding into my pussy and his mouth on my breast made pleasure spike sharply. My pussy clenched tight around him.
“Swamiji… ahh… it’s so deep…” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheet.
He switched to my other nipple, licking and sucking messily, spit trailing across my breasts, never slowing the hard rhythm of his cock. The black thread burned hotter at my waist. I was getting close, my body trembling under him, taking every deep thrust as the pressure built.
Swamiji pulled his cock out of my pussy suddenly. I gasped at the emptiness. He turned me onto my stomach with firm hands, then lifted my hips so my ass was raised. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock back into my pussy in one deep stroke.
“Ahhh… ohh…” I moaned into the pillow.
He gripped my ass and began fucking me hard from behind. His cock drove deep with every thrust, the angle sharper, hitting places that made my legs shake. My breasts pressed and rubbed against the sheet. Wet sounds grew louder. He reached under me and rubbed my clit in firm circles while he continued to pound into my pussy.
“Mmm… Swamiji… ahh… I’m close…” I moaned, pushing back against him.
The black thread burned against my waist. Pleasure coiled tight and hot. He fucked me steadily, his cock filling me completely from behind, his fingers working my clit, drawing me right to the edge.
Swamiji kept fucking my pussy hard from behind while his fingers rubbed my clit faster. The pressure broke. My pussy clenched and pulsed wildly around his cock as the orgasm hit.
“Ahhh… oh god… mmm… I’m cumming…” I cried out, my whole body shaking.
Wave after wave rolled through me. My thighs trembled. My breasts pressed hard against the sheet. He did not stop. He continued thrusting deep into my pulsing pussy, his cock slick and relentless, fucking me through every spasm while his fingers stayed on my clit. The black thread burned fiercely at my waist. I moaned helplessly into the pillow, my pussy fluttering and gripping him as the orgasm stretched on, my body completely open and shaking beneath his steady thrusts.
Swamiji slowed but did not pull out. He kept his cock buried in my still-pulsing pussy for a moment, then drew back and turned me onto my back again. My body was loose and trembling. He entered me once more, sliding his cock deep into my sensitive pussy in one smooth thrust.
“Mmm… ahh…” I moaned softly, oversensitive.
My legs wrapped around his waist on their own. He began fucking me with slower, heavier strokes, his cock dragging against my fluttering walls. He kissed my neck, then my breasts, his mouth wet and warm. His breathing grew rougher. I could feel his cock swelling inside me. The black thread stayed hot at my waist. He thrust deeper, grinding against me at the end of each stroke, his body tensing as he chased his own release.
Swamiji’s thrusts turned urgent. He drove his cock deep into my pussy, faster and harder, the wet sounds loud in the room. My breasts bounced with every stroke. I held onto his shoulders, my pussy still sensitive and clenching around him from the orgasm.
“Ahh… mmm… Swamiji…” I moaned, my legs tight around his waist.
He groaned, his body tensing above me. His cock swelled thicker inside my pussy. He buried himself fully and stayed there, grinding hard against me, his hips jerking in short, deep movements. The black thread burned against my waist. I felt him throb. He was right on the edge, his breathing ragged against my neck, his cock pulsing as he held himself deep inside me.
Swamiji’s thrusts grew desperate and unrestrained. He drove his cock deep into my pussy, groaning openly, clearly loving every stroke.
“I am going to cum,” he said, voice thick with pleasure. “Ahh… yes… I am cumming inside your pussy… it feels so good…”
He thrust one final time, burying himself fully, and came hard. His cock pulsed and shot thick, hot spurts of cum deep into me while he moaned shamelessly against my neck, hips jerking as he emptied himself with obvious enjoyment.
“Mmm… so warm… ahh… taking all of it…” he groaned, loving the feeling of filling me.
The flood of his cum pushed me over the edge. My pussy clenched and spasmed hard around his cock.
“Ahhh… ohh… I’m cumming… mmm… ahhh…” I moaned loudly, shaking beneath him.
I came hard all over his cock, my pussy pulsing and gripping him while he kept pumping cum into me, still groaning with shameless pleasure. Wave after wave rolled through me. He stayed buried deep, enjoying every pulse of my orgasm around his cock, both of us moaning as my wetness mixed with his cum and leaked onto the sheet. He did not hide how much he loved it, his body shuddering with satisfaction until the last throbs faded and the black thread at my waist finally cooled.
Swamiji stayed inside me for a moment longer, still enjoying the warmth of my pussy around his softening cock. Then he lifted his head and kissed my lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, his mouth open, his tongue sliding against mine. I could taste the filthy mix of saliva and the lingering wetness from earlier, but in that moment I did not pull away.
He drew back just enough to speak, his voice low and satisfied against my mouth.
“The Wind will no longer be here,” he said. “It is finished. Your husband will be free. His business will succeed again. Your sons will study well and pass all their subjects with good marks. Happiness will return to your house.”
A rush of relief and joy moved through my chest. Tears gathered in my eyes. Without thinking I pulled him back down and kissed him passionately, my lips opening under his, my tongue meeting his even though the taste of his saliva was thick and filthy. I kissed him deeply, my arms around his neck, my naked body still pressed to his, the black thread cool now at my waist, happiness flooding me as I held the kiss and let myself believe every word he had just spoken.
Swamiji stayed inside me for a moment longer, still enjoying the warmth of my pussy around his softening cock. Then he lifted his head and kissed my lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, his mouth open, his tongue sliding against mine. I could taste the filthy mix of saliva, but I did not pull away.
While he kissed me, his hand moved to my waist. He found the black thread and slowly untied it, drawing it away from my body. He broke the kiss just enough to speak, the thread held in his fingers.
“You are free from the Wind now,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “It will no longer touch you or your house. Your husband will be free. His business will succeed again. Your sons will study well and pass all their subjects with good marks. Happiness will return.”
He set the black thread aside. A rush of relief and joy moved through my chest. Tears gathered in my eyes. Without thinking I pulled him back down and kissed him passionately, my lips opening under his, my tongue meeting his even though the taste of his saliva was thick and filthy. I kissed him deeply, my arms around his neck, my naked body still pressed to his, the place where the thread had been now cool and bare, happiness flooding me as I held the kiss and let myself believe every word he had just spoken.
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