The warm afternoon sun bathed the small town in a golden glow, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. Shiv, a man of insatiable desires, found himself strolling towards Vimala Chechi’s house. His mind was buzzing with anticipation.
He had been eagerly awaiting this moment ever since their first encounter. It was a chance meeting at the local market that had left him intrigued by her sensual aura. Vimala, a voluptuous woman in her early thirties, exuded a mature charm that captivated Shiv’s attention.
Now, with her husband away on a business trip, the opportunity for a private encounter seemed too tantalizing to resist. As he approached her doorstep, Shiv’s heart raced with excitement. He knocked gently, his fingers brushing against the wooden surface, and waited with bated breath.
The door swung open, revealing Vimala in all her resplendent beauty. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief, and a playful smile played upon her full lips. She was dressed in a simple cotton saree. The fabric clung to her curves in the most enticing manner.
Her ample breasts strained against the thin material, their fullness a testament to her recent motherhood. “Shiv, my dear, come in,” Vimala purred her voice like warm honey. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Shiv stepped into the cool interior of her home, the scent of incense and spices filling his senses. He closed the door behind him, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. The soft strains of classical music played in the background, setting the mood for the impending seduction.
“I made some tea,” Vimala said, her eyes holding his gaze. “It’s my special blend, perfect for relaxation.”
Shiv nodded, his throat suddenly dry. He followed her into the cosy kitchen, where a kettle whistled softly on the stove. Vimala moved with graceful ease, her hips swaying beneath the saree.
She poured two cups of steaming tea, the aroma of spices filling the air. Shiv accepted the cup, his fingers brushing against hers and took a cautious sip. The tea was indeed exceptional, a blend of exotic flavours that danced on his tongue.
“It’s delicious,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face.
Vimala’s smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief. “I’m glad you like it. It’s my little secret, a recipe passed down from my grandmother.”
As they sipped their tea, the atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken desire. Shiv’s eyes roamed over Vimala’s body, taking in her every curve. Her saree had slipped slightly, exposing the swell of her breasts and the hint of a deep cleavage. He imagined what lay beneath, the soft breasts ripe with milk.
“You’ve been a good neighbour, Shiv,” Vimala said, her voice low and sultry. “Helping me with the groceries, offering to babysit when my husband is away. I wanted to thank you in my special way.”
Shiv’s breath caught in his throat. He set his cup down, his eyes never wavering from hers. “And how do you plan to thank me, Vimala Chechi?”
She stepped closer, her body brushing against his. “I have a gift for you, a very special one.”
Vimala reached up and untied the knot of her saree, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Shiv’s breath quickened as he beheld her naked form. Her breasts were indeed magnificent, full and heavy, with large, dark nipples that beckoned him.
A thin trail of milk trickled down her chest, a tantalizing reminder of her recent nursing. “I’ve been blessed with an abundance of milk,” she whispered, her fingers gently caressing her breasts. “And I’ve been longing to share it with someone special.”
Shiv’s cock throbbed in response, hardening against his pants. He had never experienced such a tantalizing offer, and the thought of tasting her sweet milk made his mouth water.
“Please, let me taste it,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire.
Vimala giggled softly, a playful glance in her eyes. “Oh, but you must earn it, my dear Shiv. I want to see you beg for it like a good boy.”
Shiv’s cheeks flushed with heat, but he was determined to please her. He dropped to his knees before her, his eyes fixed on her lush breasts. “Please, Vimala Chechi, let me taste your milk. I’ll do anything you ask.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine. “Very well, my eager boy. But first, I want you to worship my breasts. Show me how much you want this.”
Shiv leaned forward, his lips brushing against her nipple. He kissed and licked, his tongue swirling around the dark areola, sending shivers of pleasure through Vimala’s body. She moaned softly, her hands gripping his hair, guiding him to her other breast.
He suckled greedily, drawing her nipple into his mouth, and the warm, sweet milk flowed into his mouth.
“Oh, yes, my good boy,” Vimala purred, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Drink it all, every last drop.”
Shiv suckled eagerly, his hands cupping her heavy breasts, enjoying the sensation of her milk flowing down his throat. Vimala’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as he lavished attention on her sensitive nipples.
“That’s it, my little milk slave,” she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps. “You’re doing so well.”
Shiv’s cock ached with need, his body throbbing with desire. He had never experienced such a heady mix of pleasure and submission. As he continued to nurse at her breasts, Vimala’s hands began to roam, stroking his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles.
“Now, my dear Shiv,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “It’s time for me to taste you.”
With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Her hands explored his body, tracing the ridges of his abs and the curve of his hips. She knelt before him. Her lips trailed kisses down his stomach until she reached the waistband of his pants.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
With expert hands, she unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs, freeing his throbbing erection. Shiv’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Vimala’s eyes widened at the sight, her lips parting in anticipation.
“Oh, my,” she breathed, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. “You’re so big, so hard. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
Shiv groaned as she began to stroke him, her touch firm and skilled. Her lips descended, taking the tip of his cock into her warm mouth. She sucked gently. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, driving him wild with pleasure.
“Fuck, that feels incredible,” he gasped, his hands clutching her hair.
Vimala’s mouth moved with practised ease, taking him deeper, her throat contracting around his shaft. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.
Her hand continued to pump his length, her fingers caressing his balls, heightening his arousal.
“I want to feel you fuck my mouth,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his cock.
Shiv groaned in response, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into her throat. Vimala’s eyes watered slightly, but she took him willingly, her hands gripping his thighs for support. She sucked and stroked, her mouth working in perfect rhythm, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to cum, Vimala,” Shiv warned, his voice strained.
She pulled back, her lips glistening with his essence. “Not yet, my dear. I want to feel your hot cum inside me, filling my pussy.”
With that, she stood and guided him to the nearby couch. She straddled him, her wet pussy hovering over his cock. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto his throbbing length, taking him deep inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” Shiv groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Vimala began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the excess milk from her full breasts spilling onto his chest, adding a slippery, erotic sensation to their coupling.
“You like that, don’t you, my little milk slave?” she teased, her voice breathy with desire.
Shiv could only nod, his body overwhelmed with pleasure. Vimala’s pussy clenched around his cock, her inner walls massaging his length with every stroke. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his face, offering her nipples for him to suckle.
“Suck them, my good boy,” she whispered. “Drink my milk as I ride your hard cock.”
Shiv eagerly obeyed, his mouth latching onto her nipple, drawing her milk into his mouth. He suckled hungrily, the taste of her milk mixing with the salty sweetness of their combined sweat. Vimala’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching tighter around his cock as she rode him with increasing urgency.
“I’m going to cum, my dear Shiv,” she panted, her body trembling. “Fill me with your hot seed.”
Shiv’s cock twitched in response, his orgasm building to an explosive peak. He thrust his hips upward, meeting her downward strokes, their bodies moving as one.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Vimala cried out, her body convulsing around him.
Shiv’s cock erupted, shooting his hot cum deep into her waiting pussy. He felt her walls contracting, milking his shaft as she rode out her orgasm. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat and milk, as their pleasure peaked and slowly subsided.
Vimala collapsed onto his chest, her breath ragged. “That was incredible, my dear Shiv. You’ve satisfied my every desire.”
Shiv smiled, his hands caressing her back. “The pleasure was all mine, Vimala Chechi. I’m at your service, always.”
As they lay entangled, their hearts still racing, Vimala’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “But our night is not over yet, my little sex slave. I have more desires to fulfil, and I know you’re just the man to help me.”
Shiv’s cock, still semi-hard, twitched at her words. He knew that this night would be filled with even more erotic surprises. He couldn’t wait to surrender to her every whim.
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