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Super excellent update

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Now swati will build nursery for khan

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Swati lay there trembling, her oily body still shaking with the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Her smooth pussy was still twitching, leaking fresh juices onto the bedsheet. Her face was buried halfway in the pillow, flushed deep red with shame and satisfaction. Her chest heaved rapidly, full breasts pressing into the mattress, nipples painfully hard.
But Khan was not done teasing her.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt and brought them to her lips, gently rubbing her own sweet juices across her soft mouth.
“Taste yourself, Memsaab,” he whispered huskily. “This is what your proud pussy did for your driver.”
Swati whimpered in extreme shyness but instinctively parted her lips and sucked his thick fingers clean. The taste of her own arousal mixed with the oil made her even wetter. Her eyes kept drifting back to his massive 9-inch cock, which was still rock-hard and throbbing just inches from her face.
Khan smiled darkly. He knew the tigress was breaking. He decided to tease her mercilessly.
He moved slightly so that the thick, heavy head of his cock rested against her soft cheek. He rubbed it slowly across her face — from her cheek to her lips, then up to her nose, leaving a shiny trail of pre-cum on her beautiful skin. The heat and weight of his giant monster made Swati’s heartbeat go wild again.
“Memsaab… look at this big cock,” he teased in a low, seductive voice. “You have been staring at it for so long. Does it look much bigger than your husband’s small one?”
Swati moaned softly in embarrassment, her face burning hotter. She tried to turn her face away, but Khan gently held her head and rubbed the thick head across her lips again and again.
“Tell me, Memsaab,” he continued, his fingers now lightly teasing her swollen pussy lips from behind. “All these days you scolded me… called me useless… and now you are lying here with your ass up, dripping for your driver’s cock. Say it.”
Swati’s pride was fighting hard, but her body was on fire. Her deep oval navel tightened against the sheet. Her soft underarms were soaked with sweat. She was so horny that her pussy clenched visibly, begging for more.
Khan poured more warm oil directly on her ass and let it flow down. He rubbed the thick head of his cock between her oily ass cheeks, sliding it up and down her crack without entering. The heavy shaft teased her tight asshole and swollen pussy lips again and again — hot, thick, and throbbing.
Swati couldn’t take the torture anymore.

Her hips started moving back on their own, trying to catch his cock. Her breathing turned into desperate pants. Tears of frustration and overwhelming desire filled her eyes.
“Khan… please…” she whispered shyly, her voice barely audible.
Khan rubbed his cock slower, deliberately missing her entrance every time.
“Please what, Memsaab?” he teased, his voice full of wicked pleasure. “Use proper words. The proud Assistant CEO should speak clearly.”
Swati’s face burned with shame. The dominating tigress who never begged anyone was now reduced to this. But the aching emptiness in her pussy and the sight of that massive cock were too much.
She whimpered and pushed her ass back again.
“Khan… please… don’t tease me anymore…” she begged softly, her voice trembling with shyness. “I… I need it…”
Khan continued sliding his thick cock between her ass cheeks, sometimes pressing the swollen head right against her dripping entrance, only to pull back at the last moment.
“Need what, Memsaab?” he asked, pouring more oil so everything became even slicker and hotter. “Say it properly. Tell your driver what you want.”
Swati’s entire body was shaking with need. Her pride finally cracked completely.
“Khan… please fuck me…” she moaned shamelessly, her voice breaking. “I want your big cock… please put it inside me… I can’t bear this anymore… I need your thick cock… fuck your memsaab… please…”
The words coming out of her own mouth made her feel like a complete slut, but the desperation was real. She had never begged Vamsi like this in her life.
Khan groaned in satisfaction. He rubbed his massive cockhead against her wet pussy entrance, coating it with her juices, teasing her opening.
“Beg louder, Memsaab,” he whispered, still not pushing inside. “Tell me how much better my cock is than your husband’s small one.”
Swati was beyond shame now. Her hips were pushing back desperately, trying to take him in.
“Your cock is so much bigger… so much thicker…” she begged breathlessly, tears of lust rolling down her cheeks. “Vamsi’s is nothing compared to yours… Please Khan… fuck me with your big cock… stretch me… make me your slut… I need it so badly… please… please fuck me…”
Her voice was full of pure desperation and hunger.
Khan finally placed the thick head of his giant cock at her entrance and held it there, letting her feel the size.
Swati moaned loudly, pushing back, trying to take him inside. Her pussy was throbbing, dripping, aching to be filled by the massive organ she had been staring at and craving.






After several minutes of this torturous teasing — Khan rubbing his cock everywhere on her ass, pussy, and thighs while making her beg again and again — he finally positioned the thick head right at her entrance.
“Alright, Memsaab,” he whispered. “Take your driver’s cock like a good girl.”
He pushed forward slowly.
The fat head of his 9-inch monster stretched Swati’s tight pussy lips wide. She gasped loudly, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure.
“Ohhh God… it’s so big…” she moaned.
Khan went very slow, letting her feel every thick inch. The massive cock pushed deeper and deeper, stretching her walls in a way Vamsi had never done. Swati’s mouth opened in a silent cry. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her deep oval navel contracted rapidly.
Halfway in, Khan stopped, letting her adjust to the huge size.
“Memsaab… your pussy is so tight… so hot…” he groaned, his strong hands gripping her oily hips.
Swati was breathing heavily, almost sobbing with pleasure and slight pain. “It’s filling me so much… deeper than Vamsi ever could… please… give me more…”
Khan pushed the remaining length inside her with one slow, powerful thrust.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh…….” Swati cried out shamelessly as his full 9-inch thick cock buried completely inside her. She felt incredibly full — stretched to her limit. His heavy balls rested against her clit. The head of his cock pressed against the deepest part of her pussy.
Khan stayed still for a few moments, letting her get used to being completely filled by her driver’s monster cock. Then he started moving — long, slow, deep strokes.
Each thrust made Swati moan loudly. Her oily body rocked forward on the bed. Khan’s hands roamed romantically over her back, waist, and ass while he fucked her with powerful, controlled strokes.
“You feel so good, Memsaab,” he groaned. “Your tight pussy is gripping my big cock so nicely.”
Swati had lost all control. She pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts, moaning like a whore with every deep penetration.
“Harder… Khan… fuck me harder… your cock is so much better… don’t stop… make me yours…” she begged shamelessly between moans.











Khan increased his speed. The room filled with the wet sounds of his thick cock slamming into her dripping pussy and the slap of his hips against her oily ass. He reached forward and grabbed her soft hair gently, pulling her head back slightly while pounding her deeper.
Swati’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Another powerful orgasm was building fast — even stronger than the previous one.
“Khan… I’m going to cum again…” she cried out.
“Cum on your driver’s cock, Memsaab,” he growled, fucking her harder.
Swati screamed in pleasure as the second massive orgasm exploded through her body. Her pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock, gushing hot juices all over him. Her entire body shook violently. She moaned loudly and shamelessly, completely lost in ecstasy.
But Khan didn’t stop. He continued fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out longer, his massive cock stretching her again and again.
The proud tigress had been completely conquered by her driver.
She was now his — moaning, begging, and cumming hard on his thick cock in the middle of the night.




To be continues....

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Awesome update. Hope he breed her soon

Thank you bro...

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Great writing

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@suresh bro… it’s been over a month,,, pls give us a massive update…

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Update bro

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Khan stayed buried deep inside Swati for a long moment after her second powerful orgasm. His thick 9-inch cock pulsed inside her stretched, clenching pussy. Her juices soaked his shaft and balls. Swati’s body still trembled under him, face half-buried in the pillow, oily skin glistening under the dim light.
He leaned over her back, his broad chest pressing against her, and whispered near her ear:
“Memsaab… how does it feel having your driver’s big cock so deep inside you?”
Swati’s voice came out shaky and soft, full of leftover pleasure and lingering shame.
“It… it feels so full… so thick… I’ve never felt anything like this… Vamsi never reaches this deep…”
Khan slowly pulled almost all the way out until only the fat head remained inside her, then thrust back in with one long, deliberate stroke. Swati moaned loudly.
“Does that mean you prefer this cock more than your husband’s?” he asked, starting a slow, deep rhythm again.
She hesitated for a second, then answered in a small, broken voice:
“Yes… yes, I prefer yours… it’s bigger… thicker… please don’t stop…”
He kept the pace slow and teasing, each thrust long and measured. His strong hands gripped her oily hips and pulled her back to meet every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out filled the quiet room.
“Look at you, Memsaab,” he teased, “the proud Assistant CEO, on all fours taking her driver’s cock like a good girl. Say my name while I fuck you.”
“Khan… Khan…” she moaned, pushing her ass back. “Fuck me harder, Khan…”
He increased the speed. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts. Swati’s full breasts swung with every impact. Her deep oval navel rubbed against the sheets. Her soft underarms were damp with sweat and oil.
After several minutes of hard doggy-style fucking, Khan suddenly pulled out completely. Swati whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
“Turn over,” he ordered softly. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
Swati slowly rolled onto her back. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes glassy with lust and leftover shyness. Her short nightie was bunched around her waist. Her 36-size breasts rose and fell rapidly, pinkish areolas tight and hard. Her smooth, hairless pussy was swollen and shiny with oil and her own juices.
Khan climbed between her legs, placed the thick head of his cock at her entrance again, and pushed in slowly while looking into her eyes.
Swati’s mouth opened in a long moan as he filled her again. “Ahhh… so big…”
He started thrusting in missionary position — deep, steady, and powerful. One of his hands pinned both her wrists above her head. The other hand caressed her oily body — squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, tracing her deep oval navel.
“Does it feel better when you look at me, Memsaab?” he asked, never stopping his deep strokes.
“Yes… looking at you makes it hotter… more intense…” she admitted, her voice trembling.
“Do you still want me to stop?”
She shook her head quickly. “No… don’t stop… please keep going…”
He fucked her harder. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Swati’s moans grew louder and more shameless with every thrust.
After a long round in missionary, Khan pulled out again and sat back on his heels.
“Come sit on it,” he said, his thick cock standing tall and glistening.
Swati hesitated only a second before climbing onto his lap. She guided the massive head to her entrance and slowly sank down, taking every thick inch inside her. Her head fell back as she bottomed out.
“Ohhh God… it’s so deep this way…” she gasped.
Khan held her hips and let her adjust. Then he asked:
“Who is fucking you right now, Memsaab?”
“You… Khan… my driver…” she answered, starting to move up and down slowly.
“And who do you belong to right now?”
Swati’s face burned with shame, but she rode him faster. “You… tonight I belong to you…”
He thrust upward to meet her movements, making her breasts bounce. One of his hands reached between them and rubbed her clit while she rode him. The dual stimulation quickly built another orgasm.
“I’m going to cum again… Khan…” she cried.
“Cum on my cock,” he ordered.
She came hard, her pussy squeezing tightly around him, juices flowing down his shaft. Her moans turned into broken cries of “Khan… Khan… so good…”
Before she fully recovered, he flipped her onto her side and entered her from behind in a spooning position. One of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, the other held her thigh up so he could thrust deeper.
“Do you like this position, Memsaab?” he whispered against her neck, kissing and lightly biting her soft underarm.
“Yes… it feels so intimate… so deep…” she moaned, pushing her ass back against him.
He fucked her slowly and deeply for a long time in this position, whispering dirty questions:
“Are you going to think about my cock when you sit in the car tomorrow?”
“Yes…”
“Are you going to get wet remembering how it stretched you?”
“Yes… I’m already wet just thinking about it…”
“Will you still scold me like before, or will you remember who made you scream?”
Swati’s answer came out as a moan: “I’ll remember… I’ll remember everything…”
After several more minutes he pulled out, turned her onto her back again, and lifted both her legs high onto his shoulders. In this deep position he slammed into her harder than before. The angle made his thick cock rub directly against her G-spot with every thrust.
Swati’s eyes rolled back. “Too deep… it’s too deep… but don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
He kept the hard pace, asking between thrusts:
“Who is better — me or your husband?”
“You… only you…”
“Say it louder.”
“Khan is better! Your cock is better! Please fuck me harder!”
Her third massive orgasm crashed through her body. She screamed and shook violently, her pussy milking his cock. Khan held her legs tightly and continued thrusting through the orgasm until she was a trembling, moaning mess.
Finally he pulled out, stroked his thick, glistening cock a few times, and came hard across her oily stomach and breasts, thick ropes of cum marking her body.
Both of them breathed heavily. Swati lay there covered in oil, sweat, and his cum, her legs still weakly open, her face a mixture of satisfaction, shame, and exhausted desire.
Khan leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.
“Round one is over, Memsaab,” he said with a dark smile. “There will be more before morning.”
Swati looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, still breathing hard, and whispered:
“I know… and I already want more…”














one of his strong fingers, slick with oil and her juices, moved to the entrance of her ass.
He did not push inside.
He only circled the tight, sensitive rim—slowly, deliberately, teasingly.
The moment the tip of his finger brushed that forbidden place, Swati’s entire body jerked hard.
“Ahhh—!” she gasped, her hips jumping forward instinctively. Her eyes flew open wide. A sharp, electric shock of new sensation shot through her. Her deep oval navel tightened against the sheets. Her full breasts heaved.
Khan kept thrusting into her pussy with steady, deep strokes while his finger continued the slow, wicked circling around her ass entrance. He never pressed hard enough to enter—only teased the tight ring, spreading warm oil over it, making it slick and sensitive.
Swati’s mind spun.
What is he doing? That place… no one has ever touched me there…







Her body, however, betrayed her. Every time his finger made another slow circle, her pussy clenched harder around his thick cock. Fresh wetness flooded out of her. Her breathing turned ragged.
Khan leaned over her back, his deep voice low and commanding near her ear.
“Turn over. Get on all fours.”
Swati froze for a second, still impaled on his cock. Confusion mixed with the overwhelming pleasure.
“Why…?” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Why all fours again?”
Khan’s finger pressed a little more firmly against her ass entrance—still not entering, just applying steady, teasing pressure—while his cock gave her a hard, deep thrust.
“It’s my order,” he said, his voice calm but absolute. “You should obey your master now. Turn on all fours.”
The words hit her like a wave. Master. The proud Assistant CEO, the woman who dominated boardrooms and her husband, was being ordered by her driver. Her mind shivered. Shame and a dark, forbidden excitement crashed together inside her.
Hesitantly, trembling, Swati pulled forward off his cock. The sudden emptiness made her whimper. Slowly, almost shyly, she rose onto her hands and knees. Her round, oily ass lifted high. Her smooth, hairless pussy was fully exposed and glistening. Her full breasts hung and swayed beneath her. Her face burned with heat.
Khan moved behind her. For a long moment he just looked at the perfect view—her arched back, the deep curve of her waist, the shiny, open cheeks of her ass, the swollen pink lips of her cunt still dripping from his cock.
Then he gave her a wicked smile she could not see, but she could feel it in the air.
He leaned down.
Instead of putting his cock back inside her, he brought his face close to her ass.
The first touch of his sharp, hot tongue against her tight asshole made Swati cry out.
“Hhhmmmmm—!”
The sensation was completely new. Wet, warm, intimate, and shocking. Khan’s tongue circled the sensitive ring slowly, teasingly, deliberately. He licked with long, firm strokes, then flicked the tip lightly over the entrance, then pressed flat and dragged upward.
Swati’s arms nearly gave out. Her body jerked hard with every pass of his tongue.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…!” she moaned, the sound long and broken.
















Khan kept the teasing slow and merciless. He did not rush. He licked her ass with patient, wicked skill—circling, pressing, swirling—while his hands held her hips steady so she could not escape the intense new feeling.
At the same time, one of his fingers slid under her and found the swollen, sensitive bud of her clit. He began rubbing it in slow, firm circles, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her ass.
Now pleasure came from both sides at once.
Swati’s mind went blank.
Her eyes half-closed on their own. Her eyeballs rolled back under the lids. Her mouth fell open. The dual stimulation—the wet, circling tongue on her asshole and the skilled finger rubbing her clit—drove her into pure madness.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh… my God… my God…” she moaned loudly, her voice rising with every second.



















Her hips started moving without her control—pushing back against his tongue, then grinding forward against his finger. Her deep oval navel tightened and released rapidly. Her full breasts swung with every desperate movement. Sweat mixed with the oil on her soft underarms and back.
Khan lifted his mouth just enough to speak, his breath hot against her wet, teased ass.
“Did your husband ever do this to you, Memsaab?”
Swati’s answer came out as a broken, shameless moan.
“No… never… never… Vamsi never… touched me there… never licked me there… ahhhhh…”
Khan smiled against her skin and returned his tongue to her asshole with even more intensity. He circled faster, pressed firmer, licked deeper while his finger on her clit sped up, rubbing the swollen bud in tight, perfect circles.
Swati was completely lost.
“It’s nice… it’s so nice… my God… don’t stop… please don’t stop…” she cried, her voice high and desperate. “Khan… what are you doing to me… I’m going mad… ahhhhh…”
Her arms shook. Her knees trembled. The dual pleasure was too much. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire. The forbidden sensation on her ass mixed with the intense rubbing of her clit created a pleasure so strong it bordered on torture.

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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......

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Very erotic n hot update, keep updating regularly

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Awasome update

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              Swati’s body still trembled violently on the large king-size bed. The sheets beneath her were soaked — dark wet patches spread across the expensive fabric from the flood of her own juices. She lay completely nude, her perfect 36-28-36 figure gleaming under the soft light. Oil, sweat, and arousal mixed on her smooth skin. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with each heavy pant. Her deep oval navel fluttered with every shaky breath. Her soft, hairless underarms glistened. Between her spread thighs, her swollen, sensitive pussy still pulsed and dripped, the evidence of the hardest orgasms of her life.
She could not look at him.
Her face burned with residual shyness and the overwhelming aftermath of pleasure. Every muscle still quivered. Small aftershocks kept making her thighs twitch. She kept her eyes half-closed or turned away, too embarrassed and drained to meet Khan’s gaze.
Khan stood at the side of the bed, completely satisfied. His broad chest rose and fell steadily. A dark, triumphant smile played on his lips as he stared down at her. The proud Assistant CEO — the aggressive tigress who once scolded him daily — now lay naked, panting, and thoroughly used on the wet sheets she had soaked herself.
He spoke in a calm, almost mocking tone filled with quiet victory.
“Take rest, Madam… Your body is still shaking so hard from those orgasms. Look at you. A big business tigress… panting after being fucked so hard by her own driver.”
He laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied.
“And you are lying here with this hot naked body completely open… Tomorrow I will introduce you to what real pleasure truly is. That bastard your husband Vamsi doesn’t know how to treat a beautiful wife like you.”
The insult hit Swati like a slap.
Her eyes snapped open. The lingering pleasure and weakness mixed with sudden anger. She gathered whatever energy she had left, her chest still heaving, and glared at him with the remnants of her old pride.
“Don’t you dare scold Vamsi,” she said, her voice still breathless but sharp. “Don’t call him that. Otherwise I will fire you from this job. Do you understand? I will throw you out.”
Khan only laughed again — deeper this time. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her naked, glittering body. His eyes traveled slowly over her full breasts, her trembling stomach, her wet thighs, and the still-dripping center between them. He looked completely unconcerned by her threat.
He leaned closer. One finger gently touched her soft lips.
“Shhhhhhhhhh… hhh… Don’t scold, Madam…”....


     
             












“Shhhhhhhhhh… hhh… Don’t scold, Madam…”
Before she could react further, his other hand moved down. Two thick fingers found the entrance of her cunt — still soaked, swollen, and open from everything that had just happened. He slid them in easily, without resistance. The wetness allowed them to sink deep in one smooth motion.
Swati’s body jerked hard in pure surprise.
She had not expected the sudden touch. Her eyes widened. A fresh wave of unwanted excitement shot through her exhausted nerves.
“Hmmmm… nooooo… Khan……” she moaned, her voice breaking between protest and involuntary pleasure. “Please………… Nooooo ooo……”
Her hips twitched against his hand even as she tried to pull away. The fingers moved inside her with slow, deliberate skill — curling, stroking, pressing against the still-sensitive walls. Every movement sent sharp sparks through her overstimulated body. Her thighs trembled harder. Fresh juices coated his fingers immediately.
Khan kept his fingers buried deep and moving while he looked into her flushed face.
“Tell me,” he asked in a low, teasing voice, “you will fire me out? Will you?”
His fingers curled again, rubbing that sensitive spot inside her. Swati’s back arched slightly. A broken moan escaped her throat. The anger she had gathered was already melting under the renewed pleasure.
“I… I will…” she tried to say, but the words came out weak and shaky. “I will fire you… if you… ahhh… talk about him like that…”.....










“I… I will…” she tried to say, but the words came out weak and shaky. “I will fire you… if you… ahhh… talk about him like that…”
Khan only smiled and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently inside her dripping cunt. The wet sounds were clear and obscene in the quiet room. Swati’s body continued to shake. Her hands gripped the wet sheets. Her eyes fluttered between defiance and helpless pleasure.
“Look at you, Madam,” he whispered, still working his fingers slowly and thoroughly. “Threatening to fire me while your pussy is gripping my fingers so tightly. Still so wet… still so open… after everything.”
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear while his fingers kept their relentless, teasing rhythm.
“You can fire me tomorrow if you want. But right now… your body is telling a different story.”
Swati’s protests turned into longer, broken moans. The sudden fingering after her intense climax was almost too much. Her oversensitive nerves lit up with every stroke. She tried to close her thighs, but his hand stayed firmly between them, two thick fingers sliding in and out of her soaked cunt with ease.
“Hmmmm… no… Khan… it’s too sensitive… please… ahhhh…”...










“Hmmmm… no… Khan… it’s too sensitive… please… ahhhh…”
Yet her hips began to move in small, involuntary circles against his hand. The anger over the insult to Vamsi still burned somewhere in her mind, but it was being drowned by the fresh waves of pleasure. She was panting again. Her full breasts rose and fell faster. Her deep oval navel tightened with each wave.
Khan watched her face with quiet triumph, never stopping the slow, deep fingering.
“Still going to fire me, Madam?” he asked again, curling his fingers deliberately against her G-spot. “Or are you going to keep moaning like this while your driver’s fingers are inside you?”
Swati could only answer with another long, helpless moan as her body continued to shake and respond despite every attempt at resistance.
The wet sheets beneath her grew even wetter. The proud tigress was once again being reduced to trembling, panting, and open under the hands of the man she had just threatened to dismiss.
And Khan showed no intention of stopping the teasing anytime soon....



   






    Khan’s two thick fingers stayed buried deep inside Swati’s dripping cunt, moving with slow, deliberate strokes. He curled them upward, pressing firmly against the sensitive spot that made her whole body twitch. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet room. Fresh juices continued to leak around his hand, soaking the already wet sheets even more.
Swati’s naked body still trembled. Her full breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. She tried to keep her face turned away, but every time his fingers pressed deeper she let out another soft, broken moan.
Khan leaned closer, his voice low and full of quiet amusement.
“Tell me again, Madam… are you still going to fire me?”
Swati’s eyes fluttered. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold on to the anger she had felt only moments ago. The insult to Vamsi still burned somewhere in her mind, but it was getting harder to hold onto while his fingers kept working inside her.
“Y-yes…” she managed between pants. “I will… fire you… if you talk about him like that again…”
Khan smiled and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently so she could feel the stretch.
“Is that so?” he asked softly. “Then why is your pussy gripping my fingers so tightly right now? Why are you so wet again already?”
Swati’s hips jerked involuntarily. A longer moan escaped her throat.
“Hmmmm… no… don’t ask that… ahhh…”
“Answer me, Madam.” His thumb began to circle her swollen clit while his fingers continued their slow, deep thrusting. “Are you wet because you are angry… or because you like what your driver is doing to you?”













“Is that so?” he asked softly. “Then why is your pussy gripping my fingers so tightly right now? Why are you so wet again already?”
Swati’s hips jerked involuntarily. A longer moan escaped her throat.
“Hmmmm… no… don’t ask that… ahhh…”
“Answer me, Madam.” His thumb began to circle her swollen clit while his fingers continued their slow, deep thrusting. “Are you wet because you are angry… or because you like what your driver is doing to you?”
Her face burned with fresh shyness and frustration. She tried to close her thighs, but he kept them open with his free hand. The dual stimulation — thick fingers inside and the firm circling on her clit — made her body shake harder.
“I… I’m angry…” she whispered, but her voice cracked. “You… called him bastard… you can’t… ahhhh… talk like that…”
Khan leaned down and lightly kissed the side of her neck while his fingers kept moving.
“And yet you are moaning for me. Look at your body, Madam. Completely naked… sheets soaked… legs open… taking my fingers so easily. Does an angry woman usually drip like this?”......

Swati’s only answer was another helpless moan. Her deep oval navel tightened. Her soft underarms were damp with fresh sweat. Every nerve felt oversensitive after the previous intense climax, and his teasing was building the pressure again far too quickly.....

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Swati’s only answer was another helpless moan. Her deep oval navel tightened. Her soft underarms were damp with fresh sweat. Every nerve felt oversensitive after the previous intense climax, and his teasing was building the pressure again far too quickly.
He slowed his fingers almost to a stop, just resting them deep inside her, pressing lightly.
“If I stop right now,” he asked, “will you still fire me tomorrow?”
Swati’s eyes widened. The sudden lack of movement made the emptiness feel sharp. Her hips lifted slightly on their own, chasing his fingers.
“Don’t… don’t stop…” she whispered before she could stop herself.
Khan raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
“So you don’t want me to stop… but you still want to fire me? Which one is it, Madam?”
He started moving his fingers again — slow, deep, curling strokes that rubbed firmly against her G-spot. At the same time his thumb pressed harder on her clit.
Swati’s back arched. A louder moan tore from her throat.
“Ahhh… Khan… please…”
“Please what?” he asked calmly. “Please stop so you can fire me? Or please keep fingering this wet cunt until you cum again?”
Her mind was a mess of anger, shame, and rising pleasure. She tried to hold onto the threat, but every skilled stroke of his fingers made the words harder to form.
“I… I will fire you…” she forced out, her voice shaking. “If you… insult him again… but… ahhhh… right now… don’t stop…”



















“I… I will fire you…” she forced out, her voice shaking. “If you… insult him again… but… ahhhh… right now… don’t stop…”
Khan laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied.
“Honest at last. So you will let me keep playing with this dripping pussy… as long as I don’t talk about your husband. Is that the deal, Madam?”
He thrust his fingers deeper and faster for a few moments, making her cry out, then slowed again to a teasing pace.
Swati could only nod weakly, her eyes half-closed, her body already climbing toward another peak.
“Say it,” he pressed. “Say you want your driver’s fingers inside you.”
Her face burned hotter. The proud part of her still resisted, but the pleasure was winning.
“I… want it…” she whispered, almost inaudible.
“Louder.”
“I want your fingers… inside me…” she moaned, her hips moving against his hand. “Please… keep going… ahhh…”
Khan rewarded her by increasing the pressure and speed, rubbing her clit in tight circles while his fingers fucked her with steady, deep strokes.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “And tomorrow? Will you still fire the man who is making you shake like this?”
Swati’s answer came out broken and desperate as another wave of pleasure built rapidly.
“I don’t know… just… don’t stop… please, Khan… don’t stop…”
Her body was once again trembling, panting, and completely open under his hand. The threat of firing him hung in the air, but it was growing weaker with every skilled thrust of his fingers and every soft, teasing question he asked..

The tigress was still angry…
but she was also dripping, moaning, and begging for more...







Khan’s two thick fingers continued their slow, deep strokes inside Swati’s dripping cunt. He watched her flushed face carefully as her body kept trembling on the wet sheets. Then he decided to push the teasing further.
He leaned down and began licking the swollen, sensitive ring of her ass while his fingers still worked inside her pussy. The sudden wet heat of his tongue on that tight entrance made Swati’s whole body jerk hard.
“Hhhmmmmm—!” she cried out, her back arching.
Khan licked slowly, circling the sensitive rim with the tip of his tongue, then pressing flat and dragging across it. At the same time he kept fingering her cunt with steady, curling strokes. The dual sensation was intense and overwhelming.
He lifted his mouth just enough to speak, his warm breath brushing against her wet skin.
“Tell me, Madam… can I scold that husband of yours now?”
Swati’s answer came out broken and shaky.
“N-no… don’t… ahhh… don’t talk about him like… hhhmmmm…”
Khan only smiled and returned his tongue to her ass ring, licking more firmly while his fingers pushed deeper into her cunt. Then, very slowly, he pressed one thick finger against the tight entrance of her ass and began to push it inside.
Swati’s eyes flew open wide. A sharp, new stretch mixed with the wet licking and the fingers in her pussy.
“Nooooo… Khan… that’s… ahhhh… too much…” she moaned, her voice cracking.
But her body did not pull away. Her hips twitched and pushed back slightly against his hand. Fresh juices flooded around the fingers still buried in her cunt.
Khan pushed the finger in her ass deeper, slow and steady, until it was fully inside. He began to move both hands together — two fingers thrusting in her dripping pussy, one finger slowly fucking her tight ass, while his tongue returned to lick around the stretched rim.
The dual penetration and the wet licking made Swati’s mind spin.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…” she moaned loudly, her voice high and broken.

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Khan pushed the finger in her ass deeper, slow and steady, until it was fully inside. He began to move both hands together — two fingers thrusting in her dripping pussy, one finger slowly fucking her tight ass, while his tongue returned to lick around the stretched rim.
The dual penetration and the wet licking made Swati’s mind spin.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…” she moaned loudly, her voice high and broken.
Khan moved upward along her body without stopping the movement of his hands. He took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and began licking and sucking it firmly while his fingers continued working both her holes. His other hand squeezed her full breast, thumb brushing the other hard nipple.
Swati’s moans grew louder and more shameless.
He released her nipple just long enough to whisper against her ear, his hot breath making her shiver.
“Your body is shaking again, Madam… Can I call him a bastard who doesn’t know how to please his wife?”
Swati’s answer came out in fragments between heavy pants and moans.
“N-no… don’t… ahhh… please… hhhmmmm… don’t say… that…”
Khan sucked harder on her nipple and pushed both the fingers in her cunt and the finger in her ass deeper at the same time. The combined stretch and suction made her cry out.
“Hhhmmmmm—nooooo… Khan… too deep… ahhhh…”
He switched to her other nipple, licking it slowly in circles while whispering again against her wet skin...

















He switched to her other nipple, licking it slowly in circles while whispering again against her wet skin.
“Then why is this tight ass gripping my finger so hard? Why is your cunt dripping all over my hand? Say the truth…”
Swati’s eyes were half-closed, rolling with pleasure. Her modesty was cracking under the relentless dual stimulation and the soft, seductive questions.
“I… I don’t know… ahhh… it feels… too good… hhhmmmm…”
Khan kept the rhythm steady and deep — fingers fucking her cunt, one finger slowly thrusting in her ass, tongue and lips working her swollen nipples, and occasional hot whispers against her ear.
“Can I scold him, Madam? Can I say he is useless in bed compared to your driver?”
Her broken answers grew weaker and more fragmented.
“Don’t… ahhh… please… hhhmmmm… no… but… it feels… so… ahhhh…”
He licked a long, wet line from her nipple up to her ear and whispered even softer:
“Your body already accepted me. Your cunt is sucking my fingers… your ass is tight around my finger… your nipples are so hard in my mouth. Just say it. Say I can scold him.”
Swati’s hips were moving on their own now, pushing back against both of his hands. The dual penetration, the nipple play, and the constant teasing questions pushed her past the last edge of resistance.
Her voice came out in short, broken pieces mixed with loud moans.
“Hhhmmmmm… ahhhh… yes… ahhh… you… you can… hhhmmmm… scold… him…”
Khan pushed his fingers deeper in both places and sucked hard on her nipple as a reward.
“Louder, Madam. Say it clearly.”
Swati’s face was burning with the last remnants of shame, but the pleasure was too strong. Her body shook harder. Her eyes rolled back.
“Yes… Khan… ahhhh… you can scold… my husband… hhhmmmmm… he… he doesn’t… know… how to… ahhh… treat me… like this…”...

















The moment the words left her mouth, another powerful wave of pleasure crashed through her. She moaned loudly and shamelessly, her cunt and ass clenching tightly around his fingers, her body trembling violently on the wet sheets.
Khan kept moving his fingers slowly through her climax, licking her nipples and whispering against her ear:
“Good girl… Now you are being honest. Your body and your mouth both belong to this pleasure now.”
Swati could only moan in broken, gasping replies, her modesty and loyalty temporarily drowned under the intense dual stimulation and the soft, relentless questioning that had finally pulled the surrender from her lips....



Then khan laughed at her "see swathi...".. Now he is calling her by name..

From now you have to obey me.. What I will say you have to do that. ".



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