Adultery A peculiar deformity

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I had always been completely satisfied with my husband Saud's sexual style and with my own fucking. I had never felt a craving for anyone else personality. Our married life was perfect. Saud never let me feel a lack of anything, even in sex as well as the sexual positions. Why should I be lie? I had always thoroughly enjoyed sex with my husband.

But how this madarchod (motherfucker), dirty, and ugly man had made me his was beyond comprehension. And the result was that his Lund (cock) had penetrated and measured the depths of my Choot (vagina), and that too in the first attempt. The pleasure and strange intoxication I experienced after being fucked by this dirty man and engaging in these dirty sex games with him was beyond description. Crafted by Funlover.

After thoroughly wetting my face with his spit and semen, Neeru then began licking my face with his tongue.

I watched in amazement as that filthy, disgusting man acted-what kind of person, what kind of man, was licking his own semen with such pleasure!

I thought to myself, "This man is truly despicable and filthy. Just as filthy as he was, his way of making love was equally filthy and obscene."

But despite all these filthy acts, I no longer felt any hatred or disgust for him. In fact, I was strangely enjoying his actions. A new experience that not everyone is fortunate enough to have.

After licking my face for a while, Neeru picked up his dirty lungi lying aside and brought it towards my face.

Before I could stop him, he began rubbing his dirty, filthy, and smelly lungi on my face to clean off his semen, my choot (pussy) juice, and spit.

The smell of his lungi was so strong and disgusting that I felt like vomiting. But without caring about me, that dirty, stupid man started rubbing my face to clean it. Then he brought the same lungi down to my neck and started wiping the sweat off my body.

I looked at my chest and realised that my sweat was wiping off, but the dirt from his dirty lungi had splashed onto my fair, clean body, staining my beautiful white body. Lines of dirt were forming on my body.

I was shocked that his lungi was so dirty that it was oozing dirt. I wondered if this dirty man had any idea that he had just fucked a beautiful, clean girl like me (now I'll call myself as ladki isn’t it?) and then was doing all these dirty things.


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Then I remembered Saud's words - "He's so stupid" - and I smiled, realising that yes, he really is a doffer. Ordinarily, it's probably called a dofa.

After getting fucked in the basement gallery, I was now lying on my own discarded gown, wearing only my red bra and panties. Neeru had gotten up and sat down next to me. Produced by Funlover.

He picked up his dirty, filthy shirt lying nearby and took out a box of cheap cigarettes from its pocket. Just by looking at the packaging, I could tell it was a very cheap brand. He even took out a matchbox and started lighting it without asking me.

Neither I nor my husband ever smoked cigarettes in my house, so I hated the smoke and smell. I couldn't stand anyone smoking near me. And this chutiya (bastard) didn't even have the manners to ask me. At first, I thought about stopping him, but then, for some reason, I remained silent and just stared at him. I don’t know why?

Neeru was sitting very close to my chest. He lit a cigarette and began puffing. In the next moment, the thick smoke from his dirty cigarette began to fill the small space. Its pungent smell wafted into my nose. I felt as if he'd mixed some intoxicant in it.

Neeru looked at me as he puffed. He took a long drag, leaned toward me, and began blowing the smoke into my face. I immediately turned away, pinching my nose shut to protect myself from the strong smell. Seeing me do this, Neeru burst out laughing, baring his dirty, red-yellow teeth. I don't know why I couldn't stop him or say anything.

After taking another drag, he picked up a nearby juice bottle, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and drank. Then, looking at me, he offered me the same bottle.

I was amazed at Neeru's courage in offering me his used juice bottle.

Then I thought, "After all this, what's the point of this?" I was thirsty too, so I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to.

I got up, slid back, sat down against a box, and grabbed the bottle from his hand. I looked at the bottle; black paan grains were floating in it, and the bottle's mouth was covered in dirty paan marks. I glanced at Neeru. He was smoking his cigarette while looking away. Edited by Maitri.

My mind said, "What's going to get any dirtier than this, darling? You've swallowed your own pussy juice and his lund's cum along with his spit. Can't you drink this juice now?" I looked again at his empty juice bottle in my hand, and the next moment, I lifted the bottle up, raising it to my lips. I placed my pink lips on the dirty paan mark on Neeru's mouth, and then lifted the bottle up, taking a sip of the juice.

I felt strange as soon as I took a sip of the juice. Because just a while ago, I had poured juice from this very bottle in the kitchen, it didn't taste like this then.

Neeru's foul breath, the paan (paan) and the cigarettes had altered the taste of the juice.



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Reluctantly, I took another sip of the juice and handed the bottle back to Neeru.

I was suffocating in the smoke from his cigarette, yet I remained seated right there. A few minutes later, I rose and-still in that state, clad only in a red bra and panties-began descending the stairs. Neeru kept his eyes fixed on me the entire time. I didn't say a word to him. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I exited the storeroom and headed upstairs to the kitchen. Typically, when one stands up immediately after being fucked, a bit of semen tends to trickle down from the choot (pussy), staining one's thighs or panties. But, surprisingly, nothing of the sort happened this time. That saale (bastard)-that Bahen ke lode, (son of a bitch)-had sucked every last drop of the load right out of me. Involuntarily, one of my hands reached up to wipe my mouth.

I took some cold water from the fridge, sat down at the table, poured myself a glass, and began to drink. Sitting in the kitchen in just a bra and panties, drinking water, felt incredibly strange to me-especially with a complete stranger still present in my home.

The cold water brought a sense of relief as it went down. I sat there, reflecting on everything I had just done.

How could I-leaving aside my incredibly handsome, fair-skinned, sweet, decent, smart, and highly educated husband (whose body is constantly scented with expensive, alluring perfumes)-have surrendered my beautiful body to such a filthy, vulgar, pitch-black, ugly, low-class man who performed such dirty work?

A man whose body and mouth reeked of nothing but foul odors. I began to feel a sense of utter self-loathing; how could I have fallen so far from my standing in high society? Until today, I had never allowed anyone-anyone at all-to touch my body. I had never even entertained the thought of being unfaithful to my husband. I had never surrendered my body to anyone, nor had the desire to engage in physical intimacy with another person ever stirred within my heart.

Yet, what I had just done-and not even with some high-class or handsome young man, but with a total prick, such a vile and filthy individual-was something else entirely. He was a man from whose hands I couldn't even imagine accepting a morsel of food. And, to top it all off, he was a Hindu. Just a few hours ago, I had loathed him so intensely, yet here I sat now, having just had sex with that very same man. I still felt nothing but hatred toward him-and, perhaps, toward myself as well. Product of Funlover.

I took another sip of water and closed my eyes. Instantly, Neeru’s filthy, repulsive body materialized before my inner vision. His foul-smelling frame loomed over my own clean, soft, and fragrant body. His reeking lips pressed against my rose-petal-soft lips as he sucked on them. Then, as his Lund (cock) slid inside my choot (pussy) and he began thrusting-fucking me-a wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body once again.

I began to feel a sensation of wetness and a distinct itchiness deep inside my choot (pussy) once more. The mere thought of his Lund (cock) reminded me that I had let him fuck me, yet-ironically-I still hadn't actually seen Neeru’s Lund (cock) to know what it even looked like.

As this thought crossed my mind, a faint smile spread across my lips, “how strange it was that I had let a man fuck me with such unbridled abandon and ecstasy, yet I hadn't even laid eyes on his Lund (cock).”

Then I told myself, "His Lund (cock) must be just as dark and filthy as he is-the very thing that had plunged inside my Choot (pussy) and savored its taste." I recalled his lovemaking; there was nothing particularly remarkable about it-his Lund (cock) was neither exceptionally large nor thick, yet, there had been a strange, distinct pleasure in fucking him. And perhaps that pleasure stemmed precisely from the physical union with his filthy body.

Just then, I heard a faint sound.

Still clutching my glass, I opened my eyes and saw Neeru entering the kitchen. He stopped right at the doorway. He had tied that same filthy lungi around his waist again-the very one he had used just moments earlier to wipe his cum off my face.

A thought struck me: Who knows how many times he must have used this very lungi to wipe away his own cum, or the juices from some other woman's Choot (pussy)! Neeru’s vest and shirt hung draped over his shoulders. Clad only in his lungi, he stood before me, looking almost naked. His pitch-black, grime-caked body was once again laid bare before my eyes.

I was gazing intently at his naked form, yet until that moment, I hadn't realised that I, too, was sitting there before him clad in nothing but my bra and panties. I took another sip of water, and looking directly at Neeru, I spoke:

"Neeru... this wasn't right. This shouldn't have happened. If your Sahib (Sir) ever finds out about this, he’ll fire you from your job-and kick me out of the house. We’ll both be completely ruined. (Ham dono ki maa-bahen ek ho haayegi)"



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Neeru immediately stepped forward and sat down on the floor right next to my stool. He grabbed my feet and pleaded, “Ma’am… please don’t say anything to the Sahib… He’ll absolutely screw me over (Gaand maar denge); he… he… he’ll literally kill me. Please forgive me… From now on, I won’t even dare to look you.”

As he said this, Neeru bent down and began to kiss my feet. Crafted by Funlover.

At first, I tried to pull my feet away, but then I began to feel a strange sense of pleasure, and I let him continue what he was doing.

My feet were already out of my shoes. Neeru slowly began to kiss the tops of them. He started running his lips over my feet. Then, he lifted one of my feet and began kissing it once again.

Without pulling my foot away or attempting to stop him, I spoke softly, “Neeru… what are you doing? Don’t do this.This is not the right way.” Actually I didn’t want to stop him.

But now, running his tongue over the soles of my feet and licking them, he said, “No, Ma’am… please forgive me, and promise me that you won’t tell the Sahib. For God’s sake, please forgive me, Ma’am.”

Neeru held one of my feet with one hand, while his other hand stroked the lower part of that same leg. Once again, I began to feel a thrill from the magic of his touch.

A moment later, he kissed my other foot as well. That was when I stopped him: “That’s enough, Neeru… step back.”

Just as I was trying to put what had just happened out of my mind, the touch of his hands and tongue, along with his lewd actions, began to arouse me once again. I was starting to melt all over again. That is why, in an effort to regain my composure, I pushed him away.

He remained seated right there on the floor, beside my feet.

Then, glancing at the glass I was holding in my hand, he asked, “Ma’am… could I have some water?” I glanced at him briefly, then took the bottle and topped up the water remaining in my glass. I then extended my own glass toward him.

Neeru immediately took the glass from me, his fingers brushing against mine, and began to drink. He drank with that same animal-like manner of his, some of the water spilling from his mouth as he did so.

I kept my eyes fixed on him. Neeru drank as if he had been parched for years, and then left a small amount of water remaining in the glass. Handing the glass back to me, he said, "Thank you, Ma'am-sahib."

I took the glass from him and placed it on the table, though I kept my hands resting upon it. As my gaze drifted toward the glass, I noticed something in the clear water within that otherwise spotless vessel: tiny black specks of paan, which, just as with the juice earlier, had transferred from his mouth into the water. Written by Funlover.

I was still staring at the water in the glass when Neeru, brushing his foot against my bare leg just above the ankle, asked, "Madam-ji... could I get something to eat?"

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I looked at him and rose from my seat. It was then that I realized my body was still nearly naked, and I was sitting right in front of Neeru, wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

Instinctively, my hands flew up to cover my boobs and I blurted out, “Oh shit… where is my gown?”

Neeru immediately stood up; thinking- God knows what- he slipped his dirty shirt off his shoulders, stepped behind me, and, draping it over my shoulders as if to help me put it on, said, “Madam-ji… please wear this for now… just for a little while.” Product of Funlover.

I turned to look at him, and, I don’t know why or how, my hands moved of their own accord to steady his shirt. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and put it on, then, without sparing him another glance, I headed toward the fridge.

On the wall next to the fridge hung a mirror that was even taller than I was. The moment my eyes fell upon my reflection in that mirror, the open fridge door, which I was still holding, remained frozen in my hand, and my gaze became transfixed upon my own image.

I saw that my beautiful, fair body was now clad in a terribly filthy shirt, from beneath which my fair arms protruded. The shirt’s buttons were undone, leaving the center of my bra clearly visible. The shirt reached only to my mid-thighs, leaving my fair legs bare beneath it.

I stared at my reflection in astonishment, wondering what had happened to me in the span of a single day, how I had transformed from a sophisticated, wealthy, high-class girl into something resembling a cheap, low-class whore.

I shook off those thoughts, retrieved a basket of apples from the fridge, returned to the table, and set it down.

“Take this, have an apple…” I said, avoiding Neeru’s gaze.

Neeru was still standing. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my arm, took an apple from the basket on the table, and said, “Thank you, Ma’am-saab.” Neeru hitched up his lungi slightly and began wiping the apple with the dirty fabric.

I glared at him with utter disgust, he was attempting to clean an already clean piece of fruit, and doing so with that filthy lungi of his, a garment he likely hadn't washed in ages, and with which, only moments earlier, he had wiped his own semen off my body.

His actions repulsed me so deeply that I turned my face away.

Instead of using a knife to slice the apple, Neeru simply bit into it with his stained, grimy teeth and began to eat.

Despite myself, I found my gaze drifting back toward him. Neeru sat on the floor right beside my chair, gnawing away at the apple with his foul, discolored teeth.

I looked at the apple clutched in his hand; it bore the red-and-yellow imprints of his teeth and in a spot or two, I could even make out traces of blood oozing from his gums.

I marveled at just how filthy a human being he was and how I had actually surrendered my body to such a repulsive wretch. I began to feel a profound sense of self-loathing and revulsion. Producer Funlover.

The foul stench of his body still lingered in my nostrils, a stench that, at this very moment, seemed to be rising from the shirt I was currently wearing.


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I shook off those thoughts, retrieved the basket of apples from the fridge, and returned to the table. Setting the basket down, and averting my gaze, I said, "Here, have an apple..."

Neeru was still standing there. Touching my arm, he picked up an apple and said, "Thank you, Ma'am."

I sat down silently in my seat. But deep inside, my mind had become a raging storm.

I am Dr. Sana... 27 years old, fair-skinned, beautiful, educated, a woman of high society. My husband is a doctor; my home is one of affluence; I possess a status of my own. Until today, I had never allowed another man to even come close to my body. Aside from Saud, I had never let even the shadow of another man fall upon my fair, moon-like skin. Funlover's production.

And today... what have I done?

I surrendered myself to a filthy, dark-skinned, foul-smelling, low-caste sweeper. A Hindu sweeper... whose lungi hadn't been washed in months, whose body reeked of sweat and grime, whose teeth were stained red and yellow, and whose hands were caked with dirt and grease.

I loathed myself.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror; my fair arms protruded from his filthy shirt. Through the shirt's unbuttoned front, my red bra was clearly visible. The shirt reached down to my thighs, leaving my fair legs bare beneath. I... Dr. Sana... was now wrapped in his dirty shirt.

My heart was pounding. On one side lay deep shame and guilt, betrayal of Saud, a fall from my high status, the act of fucking a lowly man.

On the other side... there still lingered a faint itch and wetness deep within my Choot (pussy). The mere thought of Neeru's filthy Lund (cock) sent a shiver running through my body. I thought to myself, "Have I gone mad?

Why did I abandon my clean, perfumed, handsome husband to take that filthy animal inside me?

His stench, his paan, his spit, his semen... and all of it going from my mouth down into my stomach... Shit... I should have felt nothing but revulsion for it all, but... but why is my Choot (pussy) still wet? Why my choot (pussy) acting against my thoughts?

Why did I find pleasure in his filth?

Why did I feel that I derived a pleasure far more intense, deeper, and more intoxicating from this lowly sweeper than I ever did from Saud’s clean, proper lovemaking?"

My eyes welled up with tears.

I cursed myself, "You’ve become a whore, Sana... a high-class whore. And to think, a filthy man’s Lund (cock) has just tasted your Choot (pussy). You’ve ruined everything in a single day. What if Saud finds out? He’ll never forgive me. And whether Saud forgives me or not... how will I ever forgive myself?"

And yet... the memory of Neeru’s dirty lungi, his foul-smelling shirt, and his grimy fingers inside my Choot (pussy)... the moment I recalled it all, my nipples hardened. My breathing grew heavy.

I told myself silently, "That’s it... that was the last time. Never again. I have to forget all of this. I must never dwell on this filth again." Presented by Funlover.

But deep down, somewhere inside, I knew... this addiction wouldn't be so easy to shake off.

Neeru rubbed the apple vigorously against his dirty lungi to clean it, then bit into it with his grimy teeth and began to eat. I watched him with utter loathing.

That lungi... the very garment he had used just moments ago to wipe his semen off my face and Choot (pussy)... that was the same lungi he was now using to clean his apple.

I felt the urge to retch.

And yet... deep within my Choot (pussy), a faint, rhythmic throbbing persisted. I closed my eyes, and just one question kept swirling through my mind, over and over again: “Sana… who exactly are you?”


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Neeru was sitting on the floor right beside me, eating an apple and glancing in my direction every now and then. My gaze, too, kept drifting back toward him.

Suddenly, he spoke up, “Madam... why don't you have an apple, too?”

I replied, “Yes... I’ll have one.” Crafted by Funlover.

But the move he made next was rather strange, and I was actually surprised by his audacity. Lifting the apple he held in his hand slightly, he extended it toward my lips and said, “Madam... why don't you just take a bite from this one? You could probably use it right now.”

I looked at him. There was a peculiar, innocent smile playing on his lips.

Neeru pressed the apple, which he had already been eating, against my lips and began to gently trace it across them. He was now kneeling on the floor. He placed his other hand on my bare thigh and began to stroke it slowly.

All physical resistance and mental resolve drained from my body. My jaw went slack. Neeru placed the apple into my mouth.

Gazing into his eyes, my lips parted; my tongue emerged, and with the very tip of it, I gave a light lick to the apple he had been eating. Once again, I could taste the flavor of Neeru’s mouth inside my own.

Neeru gently nudged the apple forward, and sinking my teeth into it, I took a bite. Then, I began to chew it slowly.

Neeru then brought the apple back toward his own mouth; licking the exact spot where I had taken my bite, he remarked:

“Madam... you’re eating it has completely changed its flavor.”

Saying this, he began to laugh. Then Neeru slowly brought that very apple, the part he had already taken a bite out of, which was now coated with his saliva, towards my face; but instead of placing it in my mouth, he began to gently rub it against my cheeks.

I watched him in astonishment, yet I found myself unable to stop him. Edited by Maitri Patel.

It was then that I realized the semen from Neeru’s Lund (cock), which had spilled out of my Choot (pussy) and onto my face, along with his saliva, had already dried on my skin. I hadn't even gone to wash my face yet.

Neeru continued to gently rub the apple over my face, while his other hand slid down onto my thigh.

My eyes began to droop. I leaned my head back against the chair and closed my eyes completely.

Neeru’s hand slid further down, slipping beneath his shirt, which I was currently wearing and making its way toward my Choot (pussy).

With my eyes still closed, I placed my soft, delicate, fair hand over his dark, strong one in an attempt to stop him, and let out a soft whimper:

“Nooooooo… Pleasezzzzzzzzzzzzz……..… Neeruuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… nooooooo…”

Before I could utter another word, Neeru pressed the apple against my lips, effectively silencing me.

My hand rested upon his, yet it was powerless to resist even the slightest exertion of his strength. And so, Neeru’s hand carrying mine along with it continued its descent toward my Choot (pussy).

The moment his finger brushed against my Choot (pussy) through the fabric of my panties, my hips instinctively arched upward, pressing my Choot (pussy) firmly against his finger as if my Choot (pussy), and indeed my entire body, were yearning desperately for the touch of his hands.

Neeru began to gently caress my Choot (pussy) with his finger. My Choot (pussy) started to grow wet once again. My body began to throb with desire for him all over again. Despite the self-loathing I had harbored based on my earlier thoughts, I began to melt once again at the mere touch of his hand. Forgetting his filth and ugliness, I found myself gravitating toward him.

I couldn't say what kind of magic or magnetic pull that filthy beast possessed.

Neeru placed the apple on a plate on the table; then, leaning in a little higher all while caressing my Choot (pussy), he began to bring his face closer to mine.

With my eyes still closed, I sensed his approach the moment the foul, hot scent of his breath filled my nostrils. I knew that Neeru was drawing near to my face once again, and I knew exactly what he intended to do; yet, I neither opened my eyes nor made any attempt to stop him.

The very next instant, I felt his dirty, hard lips press against my smooth cheek, and he planted a single kiss upon it. It was such a sloppy kiss that a bit of saliva escaped his mouth and smeared onto my cheek.

By now, however, I was growing accustomed to his filthy antics. Consequently, I offered no resistance; I simply lay there with my eyes still closed, resting my head against the back of the chair.

After planting a kiss or two, I felt the touch of Neeru’s tongue against my face. He began to lick away the apple juice that had been smeared across my features. He extended his tongue fully, systematically licking my cheeks clean.

Strange tremors coursed through my body. My hand tightened its grip around his fingers, the very fingers that were, at that moment, caressing my Choot (pussy) right through my panties.

Neeru licked my face clean of every last drop of apple juice and every stray speck; then, he captured both my lips between his own and began to suck on them. Once again, my rose-petal lips were inside that filthy man's foul-smelling mouth, and he was sucking on them like an animal.

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Taking my lips into his mouth, Neeru began sucking on them while simultaneously thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. With my breathing growing increasingly rapid, I began to suck on his filthy tongue in return.

The saliva from his foul mouth flowed into mine via his tongue, a fluid, I sucked up as if it were divine nectar.

Down below, Neeru pushed aside the crotch of my panties; the juices flowing from my choot (pussy) immediately smeared onto his finger. He began to rub those very juices all over my choot (pussy), all the while keeping his tongue engaged with mine. Association from Sauni Patel.

Driven wild by the touch of his fingers against my choot (pussy), I sucked frantically on his tongue, allowing the fluids to flow freely from my core.

Suddenly, after tracing his finger over my choot (pussy) for a moment, Neeru slid his thick, filthy, dark finger deep into my wet, throbbing hole.

I writhed on the chair, thrusting my hips upward to meet his finger. At the same time, pushing his tongue back with my own, I now thrust my own tongue deep into his foul, vile mouth.

Neeru welcomed my tongue into his mouth and began to suck on it. He clamped down on my tongue with his teeth, slowly increasing the pressure until he began to bite down on it.

This act of Neeru’s drove me into an even greater frenzy of desire. Juices began to gush from my choot (pussy) like a flowing waterfall.

Neeru slowly began to slide his finger in and out of my choot (pussy). Like a madwoman, I would alternate between sucking on his tongue myself and thrusting my own tongue into his mouth for his to suck on. I was experiencing a pleasure unlike anything I had ever known. With my other hand, I was gripping his dirty undershirt and pulling him toward me.

A moment later, I felt Neeru slide a second finger into my choot (pussy); now, using both fingers, he began to fuck me.

“Sssssssssssssssssssssssss… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Mmmmmmmmmmooooooooooooooo…

Neeru… Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…

Ahhhhhhhh… How much are you going to fuck me? (Kitna chodega?)”

But Neeru, paying no heed to my pleas, kept thrusting his fingers in and out of my choot (pussy).

Now he had found a new game to play. He began working his fingers in and out of my choot (pussy) in turns, sometimes one, sometimes two. This new technique of his began to torment me even more.

Suddenly, Neeru did something I had never experienced before. Edited by Maitri Patel.

He lifted his fingers, still dripping with my choot (pussy)’s juices, up toward my face and began to run those wet fingers over my lips. The fluid and slick juices from my very own choot (pussy) were now coating my mouth.

I had just thought about pulling my face away when Neeru slid one of his fingers into my mouth. The strange, distinct taste of my own choot (pussy)’s juices spread across my tongue and throughout my mouth.

When I tried to push his finger out, he whispered softly in my ear, “Madam-ji… no… please… suck on your own juices… just see how sweet your nectar is.”

Shaking my head from side to side, I began to run my tongue over his finger, and the very next moment, I started sucking on it with my lips. Just then, Neeru leaned down and kissed my cheek, then began kissing the tip of my nose. The very next moment, he took the tip of my nose between his dark lips and began to suck on it.

The foul stench and odor from Neeru’s mouth were wafting directly into my nostrils. While sucking on the tip of my nose, Neeru slid the tip of his tongue inside my nose and began to probe the interior with it.

This was yet another novel experience for me; Neeru was licking the insides of my nose with his tongue. What utter absurdity this was, especially for a woman like me, who places such a high premium on hygiene.

I thought to myself, "Just how many filthy acts is this Neeru, this disgusting man, going to commit?"

As Neeru slid one finger after another into my mouth, he continued to lick the sides of my nose with his tongue. Between the direct stench from Neeru’s filthy mouth, my own quickening breath, and the sheer intensity of the pleasure, I found it becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.

Perhaps noticing my condition, Neeru withdrew his hand and mouth from my face and released me.

However, I was so utterly drained that I did not open my eyes; I simply remained slumped thise, my head resting against the back of the chair.

Just then, Neeru gently draped a piece of cloth over my face. As the pungent stench of the fabric assailed my nostrils, I opened my eyes, without moving a muscle, only to discover that Neeru had stripped off his filthy undershirt and laid it across my face and eyes.

The overpowering stench of it made me feel as though I were suffocating.


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