Yes true that and no matter even if ashok has bigger dick than her husband’s or pleases her more, kamal is still the master and ashok is a servant. One act of refusal to kamal’s order and ashok can lose his job too
Adultery The Servant’s Touch (Punjabi MILF Kamal, Ashok and Raja)
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Her mind racing, she slipped out of the kitchen and into the coolness of the hallway, the marble floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the kitchen. Her bare feet whispered against the cold stone as she made her way to their bedroom, the anticipation of the night's events making each step feel like a dance. She knew that she had to prepare herself for what was to come, to adorn herself in the way that would drive him wild with desire.
In the dimly lit sanctuary of her boudoir, she opened the jewelry box, the gold bangles glinting in the moonlight. Each one slipped onto her arm, a metallic symphony of chimes that seemed to resonate with the beating of her heart. The necklace, a delicate chain of gold and emeralds, nestled between her ample breasts, the weight of it a constant reminder of the night's impending indulgences. The jewelry was not just an adornment but a declaration of her intentions—she was dressed to conquer.
Kamal's gaze fell to her reflection in the mirror, her eyes dark with excitement. Her pussy was bare, waxed smooth and glowing like a ripe peach in the candlelight. The sight of it, so vulnerable and exposed, made her stomach flip with anticipation. She traced her fingertips along the curve of her waist, her touch feather-light as it danced down to the soft mound of her sex. A gentle sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt the slickness that had gathered there, a testament to the potent cocktail of desire and power that had intoxicated her since Ashok's request.
Her hand paused as she remembered the gold waist chain she had once worn on their wedding night, a delicate band of metal that had rested just above her navel, drawing the eye to the soft curve of her belly. It was a piece she had saved for the most special occasions, one that Raja had bought for her as a symbol of their union. But tonight, she would wear it for another man, to drive him wild with want and make him crave the taste of her, the feel of her.
With trembling hands, she unhooked the chain from its velvet case, the metal warm to the touch from years of lying unused. She wrapped it around her waist, the links cold against her heated skin, and fastened the clasp with a satisfying click. The weight of it was a thrill, a secret promise that whispered against her as she moved. It glinted in the candlelight, a seductive sash that she knew would make Ashok's cock throb with need.
Kamal stepped into her black lingerie, the fabric a stark contrast against her golden skin. She slid the lacy thong up her legs, feeling the material caress her trimmed mound, the thin strip of fabric that would barely cover her sensitive flesh. The bra cupped her breasts, lifting them high and framing her dark areolae with a delicate edge of lace. The sight of herself in the mirror, adorned with the gold chain and the whisper of black silk, made her feel like a goddess of the night. Her eyes searched the reflection, finding a hunger in her gaze that she hadn't seen in years.
Her trembling hands reached for the sandals, the four-inch heels that had once made her feel like a queen. Now, they were a weapon of seduction, a declaration of intent that sent a shiver of excitement through her body. She slipped her feet into them, the leather hugging her arches like a lover's embrace. With each step, the bells on her anklets sang a siren's tune, the sound echoing through the quiet haveli like a promise of passion. The heels clicked against the marble, a steady beat that grew louder with each step, a rhythm that seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart.
The hallway stretched before her, a path of shadows and moonlight that led to Ashok's quarters. Her heart hammered in her chest, the thrill of the forbidden making her breasts feel heavier, her nipples tightening against the delicate lace of her bra. The fabric of her lingerie whispered against her skin, a seductive caress that sent goosebumps rippling across her flesh. Each step was a deliberate act of rebellion, a silent declaration of her desires.
The bells of her anklets sang with each movement, their tinkle echoing through the corridors like a secret code that only the two of them understood. The sound grew louder, more insistent, as she approached his door, the anticipation building within her like a crescendo. Her hand hovered over the handle, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat that emanated from her body. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising with the effort, and pushed the door open, the scent of his earthy masculinity enveloping her like a warm blanket.
The room was sparse but clean, the walls adorned with only a few pictures of the family he had served so faithfully. The new bed and mattress she had bought for him stood out like an oasis in the desert of his simplicity, a testament to her care for his comfort and the hidden desires that had led her to this moment. The sight of it brought a smile to her lips, the softness of the fabric whispering promises of the pleasure they would soon share.
Ashok lay on the bed, his heart racing like a wild stallion. He had changed into a clean white dhoti, the fabric stark against the dark hair that covered his muscular chest. His eyes widened when she entered, the candlelight casting a warm glow across her bare skin and glinting off the gold chain around her waist. Her beauty and boldness left him speechless, his cock thickening and straining against the thin material. He had never seen her like this, a creature of the night, a seductress that had stepped straight out of his wildest dreams.
Her black stiletto sandals clicked against the floor, the sound a siren's call that drew him in. He watched as she approached, her hips swaying gently, the candlelight playing over her curves like a lover's hand. The sight of her in that revealing lingerie, the gold chain resting just above the mound of her pussy, made him feel like he was going to burst. His eyes devoured her, drinking in the sight of her plump breasts, the dark areolae standing out like twin targets of desire. He couldn't believe she had agreed to his request, that she had chosen to adorn herself for him in this way.
Kamal reached the edge of the bed and with a playful smirk, she placed the heel of one sandal on Ashok's bare chest, pressing down just enough to make him gasp. "How dare you," she teased, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to stroke his cock, "not welcome your Madam to her own servant's quarters." The weight of the sandal, the coolness of the metal on his skin, sent a thrill through his body. He had never seen her so bold, so commanding, and it only served to fuel the fire that burned within him.
The room was a symphony of shadows and candlelight, playing across her golden skin and the stark black of her lingerie. Ashok's eyes followed the line of her leg up to where the sandal met her thigh, the lacy fabric of her thong disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. Her calf muscles flexed as she applied more pressure, the leather of her sandal leaving a perfect imprint of her heel on his chest. The sight was almost too much for him to bear, and he found himself arching upward, his cock straining against the fabric of his dhoti.
"Madam," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with lust, "forgive me."
"Forgive you?" she echoed, her smile widening as she pushed down harder on his chest with her sandal, the leather digging into his skin. "You dare to ignore your Madam in your own bed?"
Ashok could feel the weight of her foot pressing into his sternum, the stiletto's sharpness a delicious threat that sent a thrill through his body. He lay still, his heart racing beneath her heel, the anticipation of her touch almost unbearable. "I-I will never ignore you, Madam," he stuttered, his voice thick with need. "Your will is my command."
The pressure increased, the leather of the sandal pressing into his skin, a reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically in the quiet of the night. "Is it?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then prove it." With that, she slid her foot away, the absence of pressure leaving a cold spot on his chest that seemed to pulse with his heartbeat.
Ashok watched as she sauntered to the bed, the bells on her anklets jingling with each step. She sat down, her legs draped over the side, the sandals still firmly in place. The sight of her in such a position of dominance, her bare feet just a few inches away from his face, made his cock throb with need. He could see the slightest glimpse of her wetness, peeking out from the lacy fabric of her thong, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her.
"How can I prove it, Madam?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
Kamal leaned closer, her breath a warm whisper against his ear. "Show me how much you crave me," she instructed, her words a seductive challenge. "Use only your mouth, your teeth, to remove my panties without touching me with your hands."
Ashok's pulse raced as he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew the delicate balance of power that had shifted, and he was eager to satisfy her every whim. He reached up, his calloused hands hovering just above the fabric of her thong, his gaze focused on the prize between her legs. With trembling breath, he closed his eyes and leaned in, his mouth hovering over the lacy band.
Kamal felt his warm breath against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She watched as he clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles tightening with the effort of holding himself back. Her pussy was wet with anticipation, the fabric of her panties already damp with her desire. Slowly, with a precision born of desperation, he began to nibble at the elastic, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of her hips without ever making contact. The sensation was maddening, a tease that made her hips buck slightly, silently begging for more.
The room was alive with the sound of their ragged breaths, the scent of their desire hanging in the air like an intoxicating perfume. His teeth found the delicate lace of her thong, and with a gentle tug, he began to inch the fabric down. The material clung to her skin, resisting his efforts, but his persistence paid off, and the scrap of black silk slithered down her legs, leaving her exposed to him. The coolness of the room kissed her bare pussy, making her gasp with pleasure.
Kamal watched, her chest rising and falling, as Ashok's dark eyes took in the sight of her. His hunger was palpable, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned closer. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the thrill of the forbidden making her pulse race. Her legs trembled as she straddled his face, her pussy just an inch away from his waiting mouth. The power she felt was heady, a potent elixir that made her want to lose herself in the moment.
With a wicked smile, she leaned back slightly, placing her hands on the bed for balance. "Now, my love," she instructed, her voice low and sultry, "Take them off without using your hands."
Ashok's eyes widened with excitement as he took in the challenge. He knew that this act of submission would only serve to heighten her desire, and the thought of her watching him, her body open and vulnerable above him, was almost too much to bear. He leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he worked his way up to the elastic of her panties. The fabric was soaked with her need, and he could feel the warmth of her pussy against his face, a promise of the feast to come.
He took a deep breath, filling his nose with her scent—a heady blend of jasmine and musk that made his cock throb with anticipation. With a gentle tug, he used his teeth to ease the lacy band over her plump mound, taking care not to graze her with his teeth. The fabric was like silk against his mouth, the sweetness of her arousal coating his tongue as he worked. Her breath hitched, her legs tightening around his neck, but she remained still, a testament to her own desire to feel his mouth on her.
As the panties slid down, revealing her bare sex to him, his cock twitched, eager to bury itself in the warm, wet heat that awaited. But this was her show, her game, and he was determined to play it to the end. He paused, savoring the moment, before leaning in and pressing his mouth to her soft, plump folds. Her gasp was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, a symphony of desire that echoed through the room and vibrated in his chest.
Kamal's thighs tightened around Ashok's head, her body tensing with anticipation. She felt the warmth of his breath against her pussy, the soft brush of his mustache against her sensitive skin. The sensation was exquisite, a tease that made her want to scream with pleasure. And then, without warning, his tongue slid between her lips, the velvety softness of it sending a jolt through her body that made her toes curl.
Her pussy was like a ripe fruit, ready to be devoured, and Ashok's mouth was the hungriest she had ever felt. He licked her, his tongue swirling around her clit, the tip of it flicking and probing until she was moaning uncontrollably. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against his face, her juices flowing like a river. His beard was coarse, a delicious contrast to the gentle kisses he rained upon her sex, and she could feel his nose pressing into the softness of her inner thighs.
The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that made her toes curl and her fingers dig into the bedsheets. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful. He was hers, to command and to pleasure, and she reveled in the sound of his muffled groans as she smothered his face with her wetness. His nose was buried in her folds, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he inhaled her scent, the air around them thick with the musk of desire.
Her thighs tightened around his neck, trapping him in a prison of flesh as she rocked back and forth, riding his face like a seasoned seductress. The silver bells on her anklets chimed with every movement, a rhythmic soundtrack to their illicit encounter. The gold chain around her waist glinted in the candlelight, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically. She could feel the heat of his breath on her clit, the warmth of his mouth against her inner thighs, and the roughness of his beard grazing her skin.
"You've wanted me for so long, haven't you, you old fool?" she teased, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "Now, take it," she demanded, grinding herself against his mouth. "Taste what you've been denied all these years."
Ashok groaned into her wetness, the sound muffled by her pussy. Her words were like a whip, stoking the flames of his submission. He had indeed desired her from afar, his fantasies of her plump body and sweet scent fueling his lonely nights. The humiliation she laid upon him was like a balm to his soul, a delicious punishment for his years of longing. His tongue flicked faster, eager to please, to show her that he was worthy of her attention.
"Motherfucker," she purred, the term rolling off her tongue like a sweet curse, "You've been eyeing me like a piece of meat." Her voice was a symphony of scorn and desire, a heady mix that made his cock throb. He could feel the heat of her contempt, but it only served to excite him further, to make him crave her even more. He knew that he was nothing but a servant to her, a tool for her pleasure, and the knowledge made him harden against the mattress.
Her words were like a drug, pushing him deeper into his submission, making him ache for the taste of her, for the feel of her body against his. "You've wanted me from the first day you saw me," she continued, her voice a taunt that he couldn't resist. "Now you have me, so take it." The challenge in her eyes was unmistakable, a silent dare that made his pulse race.
Ashok's cock strained against his dhoti, the fabric feeling like a straightjacket against his need. He could feel the wetness seeping through, a testament to his arousal. He knew he was a fool, a mere servant daring to dream of such a divine creature, but the way she looked at him, the way she talked to him, made him believe that for this one night, he was more than just a servant. He was her lover, her toy, her means to an endless night of pleasure.
Kamal's voice grew sharper, more demanding as she leaned over him, her breasts swaying with the force of her words. "Take it, you pathetic excuse for a man," she sneered, her voice a whip that lashed against his pride. "You've been eyeing me like a starving dog for years, now feast on the pussy you've craved."
Ashok's heart raced with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. To hear her, his Madam, speak such filth was a surprise that only served to fuel his desperation. He had never imagined she could be so crass, so uninhibited, but the way she spat the words at him only made his cock throb harder. He could feel the pre-cum seeping through the fabric of his dhoti, a betrayal of his body's need for her. He had always known she was a force to be reckoned with, but in this moment, she was a goddess of desire, and he her willing acolyte.
Her words, a potent cocktail of humiliation and lust, filled his mind as he eagerly returned to his task. His tongue delved into her, the taste of her driving him wild. He licked and sucked, exploring every inch of her with an enthusiasm that was almost painful. He could feel her tension building, her hips rising to meet his mouth, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sound of her moans, muffled by her own thighs, was like music to his ears. He had never felt so alive, so needed, so alive with purpose.
Kamal's fingers found his hair, twisting the strands in her grip as she guided his mouth to her clit. "That's it," she murmured, the sweetness of her voice a stark contrast to the vulgarity of her words. "Eat my cunt like the dog you are."
The humiliation was a thrill that shot through Ashok's body like lightning, electrifying his every nerve ending. He had never heard such words from her mouth, which was usually reserved for recounting tales of their ancestors or chanting prayers at the local gurudwara. The sound of those sweet, honeyed tones uttering such profanity was like a siren's call, drawing him deeper into the murky waters of his desire. He lapped at her, his tongue a fervent worshipper at her altar of lust, savoring the tang of her arousal.
Her grip tightened in his hair as she began to rock her hips with more urgency, her breaths coming in panting moans. "Fuck, yes," she breathed, her voice a throaty crescendo that seemed to echo the very essence of passion. "You like that, don't you, my little servant?" Her words were a sizzling brand, searing through his soul, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.
The taste of her was addictive, a blend of sweetness and musk that had him craving more, his mouth watering with every swipe of his tongue. He could feel her body tense, her muscles tightening as she approached climax, and the power of it was almost too much to handle. He had never felt so alive, so vital. The room was a blur of candlelit shadows, their bodies the only reality in a world of darkness and need.
He reached down, his hand trembling as he untied the knot of his dhoti, freeing his own cock from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and hard, a testament to the years of repressed desire that now fueled his every action. He didn't dare to ask if he could join in, if he was worthy of such a divine act, but the need was there, a desperate, gnawing hunger that demanded to be sated.
"Madam," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, "Could I... may I?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, the question hanging in the air between them, a plea that seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being.
Her eyes narrowed, the challenge in them unmistakable. "What is it you wish, Ashok?" she said, her voice a silken purr that seemed to wrap around him like a velvet noose.
Ashok swallowed hard, his hand still wrapped around his thick cock. The candlelight danced across her body, highlighting the sweat glistening on her skin. "Madam," he began, his voice thick with want, "I wish to feel your mouth on me as well."
Kamal's eyes flicked down to his cock, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so?" she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "And what makes you think your cock is worthy of such a gift?"
Ashok's hand stilled on his shaft, his heart racing with a mix of hope and doubt. He knew he was crossing a line, but the need to feel her lips around him was like an itch he couldn't ignore. "Madam," he said, his voice low and earnest, "I have seen the way you look at me, the way your eyes linger on my body when you think no one is watching. I know you want me."
Kamal's smirk grew wider, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. She knew the effect she had on him, had felt it in the way he had touched her the night before—his cock thick and demanding, so much larger than Raja's. But she also knew the power she held, the authority that was hers by virtue of her position in the household. "My pleasure is reserved for Raja," she said, her voice a cool slap to his eager advances. "You are but a servant, a mere plaything for when I wish to indulge in the forbidden."
The rejection stung, but it also fueled the fire in Ashok's belly. He knew he had overstepped, knew that his place was beneath her, but the thought of her mouth on his cock was a temptation he could not resist. "Please," he begged, his hand still stroking his length. "I will do anything."
Her smirk grew, the candlelight playing across her face like a mask of shadows. "Anything?" she purred, raising an eyebrow. The word was a hook, and she knew he was caught.
Ashok nodded, desperation coating his voice like a thick layer of unbridled lust. "Anything, Madam."
Her eyes narrowed, the candlelight casting a sinister glow across her features. "If I allow you to taste my mouth," she began, her voice a velvet-covered knife, "you must first prove that your cock is worthy of such an honor."
Ashok's pulse quickened, his cock jerking at the challenge she had laid before him. His mind raced with the possibilities, the desperate need to satisfy her, to show her that he was more than just a servant to be used and discarded. He took a deep breath, his hand still working his length, and leaned back, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. "How may I prove it, Madam?" he asked, his voice a tremulous whisper.
Kamal's smirk grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. She knew she had him in the palm of her hand, and she reveled in the power she held over this stoic man who had always obeyed without question. "You wish for a 69," she said, her voice a silky challenge, "then show me your worth. Let me see how well you can serve me."
Ashok's heart hammered in his chest, the blood rushing to his cock as he eagerly shifted positions. He knew that his size was a point of pride for him, but in the face of her command, it was also a source of inadequacy. He had to prove himself, had to show her that despite her words, he was more than capable of bringing her pleasure. He leaned back, his cock standing proudly against his stomach, and watched as she straddled him, her wet pussy hovering just above his face.
Her eyes never left his, the challenge in them a flame that burned through his soul. He felt the heat of her sex as she lowered herself, her wetness coating his cheeks, his nose, his chin. And then, she was upon him, her pussy enveloping his face, and he was lost in a world of sweetness and musk. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by the need to please. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep, his nose buried in her soft folds. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady aroma that made his cock throb in anticipation.
He could feel her thighs tighten around his head as she took his cock in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the thick girth of him. Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, a place where he never wanted to leave. Her tongue danced along the length of him, teasing and tormenting, driving him wild with every stroke. The contrast of her gentle touch against the harshness of her words was a sweet agony that had him panting for more.
Her eyes remained locked on his, a silent challenge that made his heart race. He knew that despite his size, despite the power of his need, he was still beneath her. But in this moment, as her mouth worked him with the skill of a courtesan, he felt like a king. The candlelight danced across her cheeks, casting a warm glow that highlighted the softness of her skin, the beauty of her features.
He felt the tightness in her thighs, the way her pussy clenched around his face, the sweetness of her nectar coating his tongue. It was a symphony of sensations that seemed to crescendo with every stroke of his cock against her velvet cheeks. He could feel her teeth graze the sensitive skin of his shaft, a delicate dance of pleasure and pain that had him groaning into her pussy. His tongue flicked against her clit, a beacon in the storm of her need, as her moans grew louder, more demanding.
But even as he reveled in the power of her desire, he knew he had overstepped. "Madam," he gasped, his voice muffled by the warmth of her sex, "my cock is not worthy of your mouth. It is for Raja alone that such pleasures are reserved."
Kamal's eyes narrowed, the challenge in them unwavering. "And what of your size?" she demanded, her voice a whip that cracked through the haze of passion. "Your cock is like a beast, so much larger than my husband's. Does that not entitle you to more?"
Ashok's heart raced at the mention of Raja, the man whose seed she carried in her womb, whose love she bore on her skin like the finest of perfumes. The comparison was a stark reminder of his inferiority, a cruel taunt that pierced him like a hot knife. "Madam," he groaned, his voice strained with need, "size does not equate to worthiness. It is your pleasure, and only your pleasure, that matters."
Kamal's grip on his cock tightened, a silent acknowledgment of his submission. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his skin, and whispered, "Then show me, servant. Show me what your beast of a cock can do to make me scream with pleasure."
Her words were a dark, sweet symphony, each one a note of challenge and desire that resonated deep within him. He felt his cock throb, the blood rushing through him like a river in flood. He knew he had to give her what she wanted, to show her that he could be more than just a silent observer of her passion, more than just a tool to be used and discarded.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Ashok took her challenge, his mouth moving with renewed vigor against her clit. He could feel the tension in her body, the way her thighs tightened around his head as she grew closer to the precipice. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, filling the air with a symphony of need that seemed to vibrate through his very bones.
Her hips began to buck, her pussy grinding against his face as she sought release. His cock, still thick and demanding, was now a testament to his own need, a silent declaration of his desire to be more than just a servant. He felt her hand leave his shaft, the sudden absence of her warmth leaving him feeling momentarily empty. But then, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock once more, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of her words.
As she stroked him, the gold bangles that adorned her wrist clinked against his skin, a beautiful sound that seemed to echo the symphony of passion that played out between them. Each stroke sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine, a delicate reminder of her power over him. And yet, as he felt her tension build, as her moans grew louder, more insistent, he knew that he had the power to bring her to the brink, to make her scream with the force of her climax.
The candlelight danced across her skin, casting a warm, golden hue that made her look like a goddess astride him. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her back arched as she rode his face with an urgency that was almost animalistic. He could feel the wetness of her sex against his cheeks, the heat of her desire as she grew closer to her release. And in that moment, he knew that he was more than just a servant, more than just a man with a cock to satisfy her. He was her lover, her confidant, the one she trusted to give her what she needed, regardless of the cost.
Her strokes grew faster, more frantic, the sound of her gold bangles chiming against his skin like a symphony of desire. He felt the tension in her body, the tightening of her muscles as she approached her climax. And then, with a guttural cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, she came, her juices flooding his mouth as she bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his tongue in a delicious vice. Her orgasm was like a storm, a tempest that raged through her body and left her trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
As the last waves of her climax receded, she pulled away, her breathing ragged and her eyes glazed with satisfaction. He watched, his own need growing more desperate, as she sat back, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a newfound urgency. The sight of her, her face flushed and her eyes dark with lust, was almost too much for him to bear.
In the dimly lit sanctuary of her boudoir, she opened the jewelry box, the gold bangles glinting in the moonlight. Each one slipped onto her arm, a metallic symphony of chimes that seemed to resonate with the beating of her heart. The necklace, a delicate chain of gold and emeralds, nestled between her ample breasts, the weight of it a constant reminder of the night's impending indulgences. The jewelry was not just an adornment but a declaration of her intentions—she was dressed to conquer.
Kamal's gaze fell to her reflection in the mirror, her eyes dark with excitement. Her pussy was bare, waxed smooth and glowing like a ripe peach in the candlelight. The sight of it, so vulnerable and exposed, made her stomach flip with anticipation. She traced her fingertips along the curve of her waist, her touch feather-light as it danced down to the soft mound of her sex. A gentle sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt the slickness that had gathered there, a testament to the potent cocktail of desire and power that had intoxicated her since Ashok's request.
Her hand paused as she remembered the gold waist chain she had once worn on their wedding night, a delicate band of metal that had rested just above her navel, drawing the eye to the soft curve of her belly. It was a piece she had saved for the most special occasions, one that Raja had bought for her as a symbol of their union. But tonight, she would wear it for another man, to drive him wild with want and make him crave the taste of her, the feel of her.
With trembling hands, she unhooked the chain from its velvet case, the metal warm to the touch from years of lying unused. She wrapped it around her waist, the links cold against her heated skin, and fastened the clasp with a satisfying click. The weight of it was a thrill, a secret promise that whispered against her as she moved. It glinted in the candlelight, a seductive sash that she knew would make Ashok's cock throb with need.
Kamal stepped into her black lingerie, the fabric a stark contrast against her golden skin. She slid the lacy thong up her legs, feeling the material caress her trimmed mound, the thin strip of fabric that would barely cover her sensitive flesh. The bra cupped her breasts, lifting them high and framing her dark areolae with a delicate edge of lace. The sight of herself in the mirror, adorned with the gold chain and the whisper of black silk, made her feel like a goddess of the night. Her eyes searched the reflection, finding a hunger in her gaze that she hadn't seen in years.
Her trembling hands reached for the sandals, the four-inch heels that had once made her feel like a queen. Now, they were a weapon of seduction, a declaration of intent that sent a shiver of excitement through her body. She slipped her feet into them, the leather hugging her arches like a lover's embrace. With each step, the bells on her anklets sang a siren's tune, the sound echoing through the quiet haveli like a promise of passion. The heels clicked against the marble, a steady beat that grew louder with each step, a rhythm that seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart.
The hallway stretched before her, a path of shadows and moonlight that led to Ashok's quarters. Her heart hammered in her chest, the thrill of the forbidden making her breasts feel heavier, her nipples tightening against the delicate lace of her bra. The fabric of her lingerie whispered against her skin, a seductive caress that sent goosebumps rippling across her flesh. Each step was a deliberate act of rebellion, a silent declaration of her desires.
The bells of her anklets sang with each movement, their tinkle echoing through the corridors like a secret code that only the two of them understood. The sound grew louder, more insistent, as she approached his door, the anticipation building within her like a crescendo. Her hand hovered over the handle, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat that emanated from her body. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising with the effort, and pushed the door open, the scent of his earthy masculinity enveloping her like a warm blanket.
The room was sparse but clean, the walls adorned with only a few pictures of the family he had served so faithfully. The new bed and mattress she had bought for him stood out like an oasis in the desert of his simplicity, a testament to her care for his comfort and the hidden desires that had led her to this moment. The sight of it brought a smile to her lips, the softness of the fabric whispering promises of the pleasure they would soon share.
Ashok lay on the bed, his heart racing like a wild stallion. He had changed into a clean white dhoti, the fabric stark against the dark hair that covered his muscular chest. His eyes widened when she entered, the candlelight casting a warm glow across her bare skin and glinting off the gold chain around her waist. Her beauty and boldness left him speechless, his cock thickening and straining against the thin material. He had never seen her like this, a creature of the night, a seductress that had stepped straight out of his wildest dreams.
Her black stiletto sandals clicked against the floor, the sound a siren's call that drew him in. He watched as she approached, her hips swaying gently, the candlelight playing over her curves like a lover's hand. The sight of her in that revealing lingerie, the gold chain resting just above the mound of her pussy, made him feel like he was going to burst. His eyes devoured her, drinking in the sight of her plump breasts, the dark areolae standing out like twin targets of desire. He couldn't believe she had agreed to his request, that she had chosen to adorn herself for him in this way.
Kamal reached the edge of the bed and with a playful smirk, she placed the heel of one sandal on Ashok's bare chest, pressing down just enough to make him gasp. "How dare you," she teased, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to stroke his cock, "not welcome your Madam to her own servant's quarters." The weight of the sandal, the coolness of the metal on his skin, sent a thrill through his body. He had never seen her so bold, so commanding, and it only served to fuel the fire that burned within him.
The room was a symphony of shadows and candlelight, playing across her golden skin and the stark black of her lingerie. Ashok's eyes followed the line of her leg up to where the sandal met her thigh, the lacy fabric of her thong disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. Her calf muscles flexed as she applied more pressure, the leather of her sandal leaving a perfect imprint of her heel on his chest. The sight was almost too much for him to bear, and he found himself arching upward, his cock straining against the fabric of his dhoti.
"Madam," he managed to croak out, his voice thick with lust, "forgive me."
"Forgive you?" she echoed, her smile widening as she pushed down harder on his chest with her sandal, the leather digging into his skin. "You dare to ignore your Madam in your own bed?"
Ashok could feel the weight of her foot pressing into his sternum, the stiletto's sharpness a delicious threat that sent a thrill through his body. He lay still, his heart racing beneath her heel, the anticipation of her touch almost unbearable. "I-I will never ignore you, Madam," he stuttered, his voice thick with need. "Your will is my command."
The pressure increased, the leather of the sandal pressing into his skin, a reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically in the quiet of the night. "Is it?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then prove it." With that, she slid her foot away, the absence of pressure leaving a cold spot on his chest that seemed to pulse with his heartbeat.
Ashok watched as she sauntered to the bed, the bells on her anklets jingling with each step. She sat down, her legs draped over the side, the sandals still firmly in place. The sight of her in such a position of dominance, her bare feet just a few inches away from his face, made his cock throb with need. He could see the slightest glimpse of her wetness, peeking out from the lacy fabric of her thong, and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her.
"How can I prove it, Madam?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
Kamal leaned closer, her breath a warm whisper against his ear. "Show me how much you crave me," she instructed, her words a seductive challenge. "Use only your mouth, your teeth, to remove my panties without touching me with your hands."
Ashok's pulse raced as he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew the delicate balance of power that had shifted, and he was eager to satisfy her every whim. He reached up, his calloused hands hovering just above the fabric of her thong, his gaze focused on the prize between her legs. With trembling breath, he closed his eyes and leaned in, his mouth hovering over the lacy band.
Kamal felt his warm breath against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She watched as he clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles tightening with the effort of holding himself back. Her pussy was wet with anticipation, the fabric of her panties already damp with her desire. Slowly, with a precision born of desperation, he began to nibble at the elastic, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of her hips without ever making contact. The sensation was maddening, a tease that made her hips buck slightly, silently begging for more.
The room was alive with the sound of their ragged breaths, the scent of their desire hanging in the air like an intoxicating perfume. His teeth found the delicate lace of her thong, and with a gentle tug, he began to inch the fabric down. The material clung to her skin, resisting his efforts, but his persistence paid off, and the scrap of black silk slithered down her legs, leaving her exposed to him. The coolness of the room kissed her bare pussy, making her gasp with pleasure.
Kamal watched, her chest rising and falling, as Ashok's dark eyes took in the sight of her. His hunger was palpable, his breath hot against her skin as he leaned closer. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the thrill of the forbidden making her pulse race. Her legs trembled as she straddled his face, her pussy just an inch away from his waiting mouth. The power she felt was heady, a potent elixir that made her want to lose herself in the moment.
With a wicked smile, she leaned back slightly, placing her hands on the bed for balance. "Now, my love," she instructed, her voice low and sultry, "Take them off without using your hands."
Ashok's eyes widened with excitement as he took in the challenge. He knew that this act of submission would only serve to heighten her desire, and the thought of her watching him, her body open and vulnerable above him, was almost too much to bear. He leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he worked his way up to the elastic of her panties. The fabric was soaked with her need, and he could feel the warmth of her pussy against his face, a promise of the feast to come.
He took a deep breath, filling his nose with her scent—a heady blend of jasmine and musk that made his cock throb with anticipation. With a gentle tug, he used his teeth to ease the lacy band over her plump mound, taking care not to graze her with his teeth. The fabric was like silk against his mouth, the sweetness of her arousal coating his tongue as he worked. Her breath hitched, her legs tightening around his neck, but she remained still, a testament to her own desire to feel his mouth on her.
As the panties slid down, revealing her bare sex to him, his cock twitched, eager to bury itself in the warm, wet heat that awaited. But this was her show, her game, and he was determined to play it to the end. He paused, savoring the moment, before leaning in and pressing his mouth to her soft, plump folds. Her gasp was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, a symphony of desire that echoed through the room and vibrated in his chest.
Kamal's thighs tightened around Ashok's head, her body tensing with anticipation. She felt the warmth of his breath against her pussy, the soft brush of his mustache against her sensitive skin. The sensation was exquisite, a tease that made her want to scream with pleasure. And then, without warning, his tongue slid between her lips, the velvety softness of it sending a jolt through her body that made her toes curl.
Her pussy was like a ripe fruit, ready to be devoured, and Ashok's mouth was the hungriest she had ever felt. He licked her, his tongue swirling around her clit, the tip of it flicking and probing until she was moaning uncontrollably. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against his face, her juices flowing like a river. His beard was coarse, a delicious contrast to the gentle kisses he rained upon her sex, and she could feel his nose pressing into the softness of her inner thighs.
The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that made her toes curl and her fingers dig into the bedsheets. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so powerful. He was hers, to command and to pleasure, and she reveled in the sound of his muffled groans as she smothered his face with her wetness. His nose was buried in her folds, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he inhaled her scent, the air around them thick with the musk of desire.
Her thighs tightened around his neck, trapping him in a prison of flesh as she rocked back and forth, riding his face like a seasoned seductress. The silver bells on her anklets chimed with every movement, a rhythmic soundtrack to their illicit encounter. The gold chain around her waist glinted in the candlelight, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically. She could feel the heat of his breath on her clit, the warmth of his mouth against her inner thighs, and the roughness of his beard grazing her skin.
"You've wanted me for so long, haven't you, you old fool?" she teased, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "Now, take it," she demanded, grinding herself against his mouth. "Taste what you've been denied all these years."
Ashok groaned into her wetness, the sound muffled by her pussy. Her words were like a whip, stoking the flames of his submission. He had indeed desired her from afar, his fantasies of her plump body and sweet scent fueling his lonely nights. The humiliation she laid upon him was like a balm to his soul, a delicious punishment for his years of longing. His tongue flicked faster, eager to please, to show her that he was worthy of her attention.
"Motherfucker," she purred, the term rolling off her tongue like a sweet curse, "You've been eyeing me like a piece of meat." Her voice was a symphony of scorn and desire, a heady mix that made his cock throb. He could feel the heat of her contempt, but it only served to excite him further, to make him crave her even more. He knew that he was nothing but a servant to her, a tool for her pleasure, and the knowledge made him harden against the mattress.
Her words were like a drug, pushing him deeper into his submission, making him ache for the taste of her, for the feel of her body against his. "You've wanted me from the first day you saw me," she continued, her voice a taunt that he couldn't resist. "Now you have me, so take it." The challenge in her eyes was unmistakable, a silent dare that made his pulse race.
Ashok's cock strained against his dhoti, the fabric feeling like a straightjacket against his need. He could feel the wetness seeping through, a testament to his arousal. He knew he was a fool, a mere servant daring to dream of such a divine creature, but the way she looked at him, the way she talked to him, made him believe that for this one night, he was more than just a servant. He was her lover, her toy, her means to an endless night of pleasure.
Kamal's voice grew sharper, more demanding as she leaned over him, her breasts swaying with the force of her words. "Take it, you pathetic excuse for a man," she sneered, her voice a whip that lashed against his pride. "You've been eyeing me like a starving dog for years, now feast on the pussy you've craved."
Ashok's heart raced with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. To hear her, his Madam, speak such filth was a surprise that only served to fuel his desperation. He had never imagined she could be so crass, so uninhibited, but the way she spat the words at him only made his cock throb harder. He could feel the pre-cum seeping through the fabric of his dhoti, a betrayal of his body's need for her. He had always known she was a force to be reckoned with, but in this moment, she was a goddess of desire, and he her willing acolyte.
Her words, a potent cocktail of humiliation and lust, filled his mind as he eagerly returned to his task. His tongue delved into her, the taste of her driving him wild. He licked and sucked, exploring every inch of her with an enthusiasm that was almost painful. He could feel her tension building, her hips rising to meet his mouth, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sound of her moans, muffled by her own thighs, was like music to his ears. He had never felt so alive, so needed, so alive with purpose.
Kamal's fingers found his hair, twisting the strands in her grip as she guided his mouth to her clit. "That's it," she murmured, the sweetness of her voice a stark contrast to the vulgarity of her words. "Eat my cunt like the dog you are."
The humiliation was a thrill that shot through Ashok's body like lightning, electrifying his every nerve ending. He had never heard such words from her mouth, which was usually reserved for recounting tales of their ancestors or chanting prayers at the local gurudwara. The sound of those sweet, honeyed tones uttering such profanity was like a siren's call, drawing him deeper into the murky waters of his desire. He lapped at her, his tongue a fervent worshipper at her altar of lust, savoring the tang of her arousal.
Her grip tightened in his hair as she began to rock her hips with more urgency, her breaths coming in panting moans. "Fuck, yes," she breathed, her voice a throaty crescendo that seemed to echo the very essence of passion. "You like that, don't you, my little servant?" Her words were a sizzling brand, searing through his soul, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.
The taste of her was addictive, a blend of sweetness and musk that had him craving more, his mouth watering with every swipe of his tongue. He could feel her body tense, her muscles tightening as she approached climax, and the power of it was almost too much to handle. He had never felt so alive, so vital. The room was a blur of candlelit shadows, their bodies the only reality in a world of darkness and need.
He reached down, his hand trembling as he untied the knot of his dhoti, freeing his own cock from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and hard, a testament to the years of repressed desire that now fueled his every action. He didn't dare to ask if he could join in, if he was worthy of such a divine act, but the need was there, a desperate, gnawing hunger that demanded to be sated.
"Madam," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, "Could I... may I?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, the question hanging in the air between them, a plea that seemed to resonate through every fiber of his being.
Her eyes narrowed, the challenge in them unmistakable. "What is it you wish, Ashok?" she said, her voice a silken purr that seemed to wrap around him like a velvet noose.
Ashok swallowed hard, his hand still wrapped around his thick cock. The candlelight danced across her body, highlighting the sweat glistening on her skin. "Madam," he began, his voice thick with want, "I wish to feel your mouth on me as well."
Kamal's eyes flicked down to his cock, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so?" she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. "And what makes you think your cock is worthy of such a gift?"
Ashok's hand stilled on his shaft, his heart racing with a mix of hope and doubt. He knew he was crossing a line, but the need to feel her lips around him was like an itch he couldn't ignore. "Madam," he said, his voice low and earnest, "I have seen the way you look at me, the way your eyes linger on my body when you think no one is watching. I know you want me."
Kamal's smirk grew wider, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. She knew the effect she had on him, had felt it in the way he had touched her the night before—his cock thick and demanding, so much larger than Raja's. But she also knew the power she held, the authority that was hers by virtue of her position in the household. "My pleasure is reserved for Raja," she said, her voice a cool slap to his eager advances. "You are but a servant, a mere plaything for when I wish to indulge in the forbidden."
The rejection stung, but it also fueled the fire in Ashok's belly. He knew he had overstepped, knew that his place was beneath her, but the thought of her mouth on his cock was a temptation he could not resist. "Please," he begged, his hand still stroking his length. "I will do anything."
Her smirk grew, the candlelight playing across her face like a mask of shadows. "Anything?" she purred, raising an eyebrow. The word was a hook, and she knew he was caught.
Ashok nodded, desperation coating his voice like a thick layer of unbridled lust. "Anything, Madam."
Her eyes narrowed, the candlelight casting a sinister glow across her features. "If I allow you to taste my mouth," she began, her voice a velvet-covered knife, "you must first prove that your cock is worthy of such an honor."
Ashok's pulse quickened, his cock jerking at the challenge she had laid before him. His mind raced with the possibilities, the desperate need to satisfy her, to show her that he was more than just a servant to be used and discarded. He took a deep breath, his hand still working his length, and leaned back, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. "How may I prove it, Madam?" he asked, his voice a tremulous whisper.
Kamal's smirk grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. She knew she had him in the palm of her hand, and she reveled in the power she held over this stoic man who had always obeyed without question. "You wish for a 69," she said, her voice a silky challenge, "then show me your worth. Let me see how well you can serve me."
Ashok's heart hammered in his chest, the blood rushing to his cock as he eagerly shifted positions. He knew that his size was a point of pride for him, but in the face of her command, it was also a source of inadequacy. He had to prove himself, had to show her that despite her words, he was more than capable of bringing her pleasure. He leaned back, his cock standing proudly against his stomach, and watched as she straddled him, her wet pussy hovering just above his face.
Her eyes never left his, the challenge in them a flame that burned through his soul. He felt the heat of her sex as she lowered herself, her wetness coating his cheeks, his nose, his chin. And then, she was upon him, her pussy enveloping his face, and he was lost in a world of sweetness and musk. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by the need to please. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep, his nose buried in her soft folds. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady aroma that made his cock throb in anticipation.
He could feel her thighs tighten around his head as she took his cock in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the thick girth of him. Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, a place where he never wanted to leave. Her tongue danced along the length of him, teasing and tormenting, driving him wild with every stroke. The contrast of her gentle touch against the harshness of her words was a sweet agony that had him panting for more.
Her eyes remained locked on his, a silent challenge that made his heart race. He knew that despite his size, despite the power of his need, he was still beneath her. But in this moment, as her mouth worked him with the skill of a courtesan, he felt like a king. The candlelight danced across her cheeks, casting a warm glow that highlighted the softness of her skin, the beauty of her features.
He felt the tightness in her thighs, the way her pussy clenched around his face, the sweetness of her nectar coating his tongue. It was a symphony of sensations that seemed to crescendo with every stroke of his cock against her velvet cheeks. He could feel her teeth graze the sensitive skin of his shaft, a delicate dance of pleasure and pain that had him groaning into her pussy. His tongue flicked against her clit, a beacon in the storm of her need, as her moans grew louder, more demanding.
But even as he reveled in the power of her desire, he knew he had overstepped. "Madam," he gasped, his voice muffled by the warmth of her sex, "my cock is not worthy of your mouth. It is for Raja alone that such pleasures are reserved."
Kamal's eyes narrowed, the challenge in them unwavering. "And what of your size?" she demanded, her voice a whip that cracked through the haze of passion. "Your cock is like a beast, so much larger than my husband's. Does that not entitle you to more?"
Ashok's heart raced at the mention of Raja, the man whose seed she carried in her womb, whose love she bore on her skin like the finest of perfumes. The comparison was a stark reminder of his inferiority, a cruel taunt that pierced him like a hot knife. "Madam," he groaned, his voice strained with need, "size does not equate to worthiness. It is your pleasure, and only your pleasure, that matters."
Kamal's grip on his cock tightened, a silent acknowledgment of his submission. She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his skin, and whispered, "Then show me, servant. Show me what your beast of a cock can do to make me scream with pleasure."
Her words were a dark, sweet symphony, each one a note of challenge and desire that resonated deep within him. He felt his cock throb, the blood rushing through him like a river in flood. He knew he had to give her what she wanted, to show her that he could be more than just a silent observer of her passion, more than just a tool to be used and discarded.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Ashok took her challenge, his mouth moving with renewed vigor against her clit. He could feel the tension in her body, the way her thighs tightened around his head as she grew closer to the precipice. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, filling the air with a symphony of need that seemed to vibrate through his very bones.
Her hips began to buck, her pussy grinding against his face as she sought release. His cock, still thick and demanding, was now a testament to his own need, a silent declaration of his desire to be more than just a servant. He felt her hand leave his shaft, the sudden absence of her warmth leaving him feeling momentarily empty. But then, she reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock once more, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of her words.
As she stroked him, the gold bangles that adorned her wrist clinked against his skin, a beautiful sound that seemed to echo the symphony of passion that played out between them. Each stroke sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine, a delicate reminder of her power over him. And yet, as he felt her tension build, as her moans grew louder, more insistent, he knew that he had the power to bring her to the brink, to make her scream with the force of her climax.
The candlelight danced across her skin, casting a warm, golden hue that made her look like a goddess astride him. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her back arched as she rode his face with an urgency that was almost animalistic. He could feel the wetness of her sex against his cheeks, the heat of her desire as she grew closer to her release. And in that moment, he knew that he was more than just a servant, more than just a man with a cock to satisfy her. He was her lover, her confidant, the one she trusted to give her what she needed, regardless of the cost.
Her strokes grew faster, more frantic, the sound of her gold bangles chiming against his skin like a symphony of desire. He felt the tension in her body, the tightening of her muscles as she approached her climax. And then, with a guttural cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, she came, her juices flooding his mouth as she bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his tongue in a delicious vice. Her orgasm was like a storm, a tempest that raged through her body and left her trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
As the last waves of her climax receded, she pulled away, her breathing ragged and her eyes glazed with satisfaction. He watched, his own need growing more desperate, as she sat back, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a newfound urgency. The sight of her, her face flushed and her eyes dark with lust, was almost too much for him to bear.
Thanks bro for your continuous support. Please drop your t-e-l-e id here or in personal chat and I will send you the full version of the story in a pdf and I am ending the story here on the forum
None else replies or likes the story so what’s even the point writing here.
At least you get to enjoy the full story rather than waiting for the next update
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Bro the story needs support from the readers
It’s a free forum meaning writers don’t earn anything from it but only thing we can ask for and ask is the readers appreciation
Everyone wants to read stories but never even drop few words of appreciation which literally costs nothing
Sorry but it’s over and I am not posting any more updates even though I have the story fully completed
sorry to see you drop off like this. Please don't get disheartened. I am sure a lot of them would have loved to you to continue.
BTW, sorry but i am old school and not sure what the t-e-l-e id is.
T-e-l-e means if you are on t-e-l-e-g-r-a-m. Sorry I have to write it this way co the forum doesn’t let you name any other apps and otherwise autocorrect the name to XForum