Adultery Chocolate and Milk

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It's inspired by a story I read ,i  thought I should rewrite it and expand it.

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Somewhere in Chicago ,

AJIT, had invited his boss Mr Mercer to his home for dinner to impress him to gain his confidence for promotion.David Mercer moved through the front door with the quiet confidence of a predator surveying new territory. At six-foot-three and forty-two, his body,mascular because of his years of hard training।

Ajit,  had all the charm of a nervous collegeboy attempting to play host. Thin, awkward, with a crooked, unconvincing grin, he fumbled as he ushered David in.

Ajit was too hard trying to impress him, he tried to make small conversation.


My son he’s a little slow. And my wife… she’s gained some weight,” Ajit said, voice hesitating. “I hope that’s not a problem.David didn’t bother, he don't have much respect for this frowny man to care about his words.His house was nice thought David.

David’s eyes practically burned the second he saw her. Ajit's wife, was walking towards them,she was dressed in a blue salwar, which unable to hide the curve beneath it,David could even notice small hint of her cleavage of her brown fat tits,which was jiggle each step.
His cock twitch violently, straining against his jeans.
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Fuck… this was obscene. Every inch of her screamed temptation. That mocha-brown skin looked soft, sinful. The swell of her hips, the weight of her tits pure lust carved into flesh. Any hot-blooded white man would want to shove his white cock deep into that chocolatey pussy and lose himself inside her.


And Ajit… that little weakling had the audacity to call her fat? God, he wanted to smash him, to shove him to his knees, make him watch as he claimed the body Ajit couldn’t even comprehend. She isn't fat ,she has the perfect curve ,curve born to fuck.



David stepped closer, letting his presence loom without apology. He extended his hand, and she took it small, delicate, mocha-brown fingers that felt impossibly soft under his grasp. Without thinking, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. Her startled gasp, the flush that spread across her face, sent a jolt straight through his cock.

“Hello, my name is David,” he said.

“I’m Priya,” she replied, her accent lilting, shy, and utterly intoxicating.

Her eyes flicked up at him, wide and coy, a mixture of surprise and curiosity, and David’s mind went feral. Every inch of her body, from the swell of her tits under the silky blue fabric to the curve of her hips, pulsed in his imagination. Her soft brown skin practically begged for him to press, to taste, to claim.

He didn’t need words to know what he wanted. He wanted her on the nearest bed, his hands roaming her juicy brown flesh, her moans filling the air as he fucked her hard, fast, relentless. He could see it so clearly: her gasping, arching, begging for him while Ajit sat uselessly in the background, completely powerless.

Insane? Maybe. Impossible? Hell no. I’m taking this brown bunny tonight. Her tits, her ass, that soft cunt—they’re mine to conquer. He won’t stop me, he can’t. She’s made for me tonight, and I’m not letting her go.His thoughts conquered.

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Brown Bunny ? Nicee

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[Samadhanam]

Marvelous beginning. Soon Dave will eat the dark chocolate and make her milk his child.

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Ajit barked something at her in Indian language his sharp, nasal tongue, a harsh syllable that made her flinch. To David it sounded ugly, guttural, undeserving of the beauty it was thrown at. His jaw tightened, cock swelling hard against his jeans. The little man thought he was master here, but all David saw was a pathetic clerk yapping at a queen he didn’t deserve.

Inside his chest, the thought coiled like fire: She should be under me. A white man buried in her brown  chocolate flesh, stretching that tight brown pussy open. That’s how nature meant it.The idea of cracking open those cultural taboos  tearing through the flimsy walls of her husband’s pride, her family’s honor, her son asleep just a room away made his lust throb sharp and urgent.

He let his eyes linger boldly as he said, almost idly, “Your wife is very beautiful.”

Ajit gave a nervous laugh, the kind that never touched his eyes. “Please, Sir… no need to tease.” His crooked smile twitched like he couldn’t decide whether to be offended or grateful.

David didn’t even grace him with an answer. The man wasn’t worth acknowledgment. His gaze stayed locked on her  Priya  who had lowered her head modestly, but not before he caught the shy rise of color in her cheeks. That pink flush on her dusky skin sent another twitch through his cock. God. She’s already softening.

He followed the sway of her hips as she moved towards the kitchen, salwar brushing along the round swell of her ass. Blue fabric couldn’t hide the way her curves shifted, heavy and ripe, made for a man who could grip and dominate. He pictured his pale hands spreading that caramel flesh wide, his cock hammering her while her useless husband sat in the next room, too timid to move.

On the way, David passed their son in the lounge. The boy sat curled on the sofa, eyes glued to the flickering TV screen. David offered a casual wave. The boy waved back, innocent, clueless. A smirk ghosted David’s lips. Perfect. The whole pathetic family, and none of them knew the storm about to break over their pretty little house.

And through it all, one thought devoured him, savage and certain: Tonight, she won’t belong to Ajit, or to this house, or even to herself. She’ll belong to me  to a white man moaning under me while every taboo her world ever built burns to ash.


David stepped into the kitchen, the heat of spices hanging heavy in the air. But the only heat that mattered was rising in his cock the second he saw her.
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Priya stood at the stove, salwar falling loose around her legs but tugged snug across her hips, outlining the thick swell of her ass. Not bent, not flaunting  just standing there modestly and still that brown backside was obscene, jutting with soft, heavy curves no fabric could disguise.

His cock hardened painfully against his jeans. God. That’s an Indian wife’s ass. Thick, full, made to cushion every savage thrust. Not flat and skinny like half the white girls back home this is flesh, soft and ripe, born to be used.
Heavy and ripe. His cock throbbed in his jeans. A white cock buried in there  that’s how this story should end. Her moaning, squealing in her husband’s kitchen while I split her open. That’s the sound I want  a married Indian wife crying out for white dick.

The thought of her round cheeks slapping against his thighs, of her dusky skin trembling every time he drove into her, almost made him dizzy. Ajit would lose his mind. His son sleeping in the next room, his wife bouncing on a white man’s cock, her brown hole stretched wide by something she never had before. That’s what she was built for. Not for him. For me.
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He moved closer, voice steady, hiding the storm in his jeans. “Looks good.”

She turned with a shy smile, polite and soft. “Oh, thank you. I’ve been working on it all day.”

David’s gaze dipped boldly, refusing to hide. “I wasn’t talking about the food.”

Her blush flared, a little nervous laugh escaping. “Oh, funny.”

Not funny at all, he thought, eyes drinking in the dusky curve of her hips, the faint jiggle of her tits as she stirred. God, Ajit doesn’t know what he’s wasting. That scrawny brown fool thinks she’s fat? No  she’s perfect. She was made for a white man to claim, to stretch, to brand with his cock.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to act composed. “So, you like Indian food?”

David leaned one hand casually on the counter, standing too close. “I like it spicy,” he said with a grin. His eyes traced the line of her neckline, the gentle swell of cleavage beneath her salwar. Not half as spicy as the thought of fucking you, though. That would be heat this kitchen’s never felt.

She giggled softly, stirring. “Spicy is good… but sometimes too much. I don't think white people can handle it much "

He let his gaze linger. “oh I can handle it very much, better than your husband "

The pink flush in her cheeks deepened, and to cover it she asked, “Where are you from, David?”

“Chicago. Born and raised,” he said smoothly. Then, lowering his tone: “And you, Priya?”

“Mumbai. Originally.”

“Mumbai,” he repeated, savoring the word as if it were a flavor. “And when did you come here?”

“Over a year ago,” she said. “We like it a lot. It’s… very different. The culture, the people.”

“Yes. More free here, less… restrictive, right?” His eyes held hers, voice weighted.

Her lips parted before she nodded. “Yes. Women here dress so differently… sometimes I feel out of place.”

He let out a low chuckle. “American styles would suit you perfectly. Short dresses, heels, tight jeans  you’d stop traffic.”

“Oh, please,” she whispered, shyly looking away. “I don’t have the figure.”

David’s cock pulsed hard. She really doesn’t know. This soft brown wife thinks she’s lacking, when every inch of her is sex. A figure built for fucking, not for fashion. She’s made for hands to hold, for a cock to split her open. And Ajit — that skinny little clerk — calls her fat? He bit back a laugh. He has no idea what men like me see when we look at her.

He leaned closer, voice firm. “You do. You’ve got curves women here would kill for. Real flesh. A body that makes a man hungry just looking at it.”
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Her stirring slowed. “Really? My friends say that… but my husband” She stopped, lowering her voice. “He doesn’t agree.”

David’s jaw tightened, eyes dark. “Then he’s blind. And unworthy. A woman like you? In America, you’d be worshiped.”

Her chest rose sharply, as if she couldn’t catch her breath. She shook her head, whispering, “Please… you mustn’t say that.”

Oh, but I must, David thought savagely, his cock a steel rod against his jeans. Because I’m going to prove it to you. Tonight you’ll learn the difference .


Just as Priya’s blush lingered on her cheeks, a harsh male voice cut through the kitchen.

Ajit stood in the doorway, arms folded, barking something in Hindi that David couldn’t fully catch  but the tone was unmistakable. Sharp, impatient, condescending.

Priya’s smile faltered instantly, her shoulders curling inward. She lowered her gaze, the spark he had just coaxed from her snuffed out in a second. That look of quiet sadness twisted in David’s gut like a knife.

“What’s he saying?” David asked, his jaw tight.

Priya hesitated, murmuring softly, “He… he says I am lazy. That dinner should already be ready to serve…”

David’s blood surged hot. Lazy? She’s glowing with sweat from cooking this whole spread for him, and this prick calls her lazy? His cock pulsed, rage and desire fusing in a filthy rush. No wonder she looks starved for attention. This brown bastard doesn’t deserve her. He deserves to watch her on her knees, choking on my white cock while she thanks me for treating her like a queen.

Ajit turned to him with a stiff smile, switching to English. “My wife, she is slow today. Always excuses.”

David didn’t even think. His voice snapped out harder than he intended: “It will take time. Go back to the drawing room.”

The words landed like a slap. Ajit blinked, stunned that this man  his boss, his guest had spoken to him like that.

Priya’s eyes widened, a small gasp slipping past her lips. Her hands froze on the spoon.

For a long beat, silence hung heavy in the kitchen. Ajit’s nostrils flared, his pride wounded. He opened his mouth as if to retort, but David’s stare cut him down cold.

“Dinner will be ready when it’s ready,” David said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ajit shifted, visibly unsettled, then muttered something under his breath and turned back toward the drawing room.
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David waited until Ajit’s footsteps faded. He turned back to Priya, her soft face still lowered, eyes fixed on the pot as if she could hide in its steam.

“Does he often do that?” David asked quietly.

Priya hesitated, then gave the faintest nod.

That broke something in him. He reached out, gently but firmly hooking his finger under her chin, tilting her face up. Her dark eyes met his, nervous and shimmering.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” David said, voice low, steady. “He’s a… wimp. A coward. A man who yells at his wife in front of guests? That’s no man at all.”

Priya parted her lips as if to speak, but nothing came. Her breath hitched against his touch.

“You’re too beautiful, Priya. Too soft, too sweet… wasted on him.” His thumb brushed her jaw slowly, deliberately. “A woman like you should be worshipped. You should have a man proud to walk beside you, proud to touch you, proud to show you off.”

Her chest rose and fell faster, the spoon trembling in her hand. “Please… you must not…” she whispered, though the plea lacked strength.

Inside, David’s cock stiffened at her timid protest. God, she has no idea how it stokes me  her brown lips trembling, her big eyes darting like a trapped bird. This little desi wife, married off like property, doesn’t even know yet she was meant to kneel for white cock. To moan my name while her husband hears every sound through the wall.

He leaned closer, his breath grazing her ear. “He doesn’t deserve beauty like you. But I would. I’d treat you like the goddess you are.”

Her body shivered almost imperceptibly.

And then, with no hesitation, he dropped the bomb. His voice turned raw, almost claiming:

“I would like to take you as my woman, Priya.”

The words hung in the steamy kitchen.

Priya froze, eyes wide, lips trembling between shock and a secret flicker of longing.


“I… I—” she stammered, her lips trembling, eyes darting .

David didn’t let her finish. He closed the last inch of space, planting himself right in front of her.  With a slow, deliberate motion he brushed aside her shiny dupatta, baring the curve of her hip, then set his palm firmly on her soft flesh.

Her breath hitched  a tiny gasp, her spoon clattering against the edge of the pot.

God, that brown body… she stiffens under my hand like she’s terrified, but her skin burns hot. She doesn’t know it yet, but this hip was made to be gripped by a white man. This ass was made to bounce on my  big white cock while her husband listens helpless in the next room.

“Don’t answer,” he murmured, voice rough. His thumb pressed against her waist, leaving a claim. “Just think about it.”

Her eyes shimmered with panic but behind it, a dangerous flicker of heat.

David stepped back casually, snatched up the plates stacked nearby, and gave her one last slow grin. “I’ll go help your son with the table.”

He walked out, leaving Priya frozen in the kitchen, dupatta fallen to the side, his touch still ghosting on her bare hip. He knew he had planted the thought. And once a thought like that took root, he also knew the result was inevitable.
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