Shobhana, a stunning 27-year-old Telugu woman from Bangalore, found herself entangled in a web of desire and guilt. She engaged in a secret affair with her Master, an enigmatic man. He had dominated her body and mind for the past week.
Each morning, as her husband left for work, Shobhana would surrender herself to her Master’s commands. Unable to resist the pleasure he promised and the forbidden thrill of their encounters.
The sun had barely risen. Shobhana heard the front door click shut, signalling her husband’s departure for another day. She took a deep breath, her heart already pounding with anticipation.
Today, she would meet her Master again, and the thought of it made her knees weak. Shobhana quickly freshened up, her fingers trembling. She applied a touch of lipstick, enhancing her already luscious lips.
She knew her Master preferred her natural beauty. But she couldn’t help but want to look her best for him. As she descended the stairs, Shobhana’s silk robe flowed gracefully around her curves, accentuating her slender waist and full breasts.
Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her seductive eyes. She made her way to the kitchen, where a note awaited her on the countertop. Shobhana’s breath caught in her throat. She read the elegant handwriting that could only belong to her Master.
‘My dear Shobhana, I await your presence in the study. Prepare yourself for a morning of pleasure and submission. Your Master.’
Her heart raced as she crumpled the note in her hand. Shobhana knew what her Master expected of her. She couldn’t deny the excitement that coursed through her veins. She had been craving his touch, his dominance, ever since their last encounter.
Shobhana’s pussy was already moist with anticipation. Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her robe. Entering the study, she found the room dimly lit, with candles strategically placed, casting a sensual glow. Soft music played in the background, setting the mood for what was to come.
Shobhana’s eyes adjusted to the light. She spotted her Master sitting in a large leather armchair. His tall, muscular frame exudes power and authority. His dark eyes, intense and piercing, locked onto her, making her feel exposed and desired all at once.
“You’re right on time, my pet,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “Come closer. Let me see what my naughty girl has prepared for me today.”
Shobhana approached her Master, her steps hesitant yet eager. She knew the routine well, having played this game with him for the past week. She would tease and tempt him, driving him wild with desire, before ultimately submitting to his every whim.
“I’ve been thinking of you all morning, Master,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. “I couldn’t wait to feel your touch again.”
Shobhana untied her robe, letting it slide off her shoulders, revealing her naked body. Her breasts, full and firm, rose and fell with her quickened breath. Her nipples, already pebbled, begged for attention. She stepped closer, her eyes locked on his, challenging him to take what he wanted.
Her Master’s gaze travelled over her body, lingering on her curves, her smooth skin, and the dark patch of hair between her thighs. “You’re a vision, Shobhana,” he growled. “But you know the rules. You must earn my touch.”
Shobhana’s heart raced as she understood the game. She wanted him to crave her, to lose control, before she gave in to her desires. With slow, deliberate movements, she began to caress her body.
Her fingers traced her collarbone, down to her breasts, and then lower. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. Her thumbs teased her nipples into tight buds. Her Master’s eyes darkened with lust, but he remained seated. His hands clasped tightly, resisting the urge to touch her.
“Oh, Master, I’m so wet for you,” she whispered, her voice breathy. She slid her fingers down her stomach, through her curls, and into her warm, wet folds. She moaned as she stroked her clit. Her body was already responding to her touch. “I want to feel your hard cock inside me, filling me up.”
Her Master’s breath quickened, his jaw clenching as he struggled to maintain control. “Tease me more, my pet. Show me how much you want it.” Shobhana complied. Her fingers worked her pussy, circling her clit, and dipping inside her hole.
She played with herself, her eyes never leaving her Master’s. She brought herself closer to the edge of orgasm. Her breathing became ragged, her body glistening with sweat, and she knew she was close.
“Please, Master,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need. “I need to feel you inside me. I want to be filled with your cum.”
Her Master’s restraint finally broke as he rose from the chair, his movements swift and powerful. He grabbed Shobhana by the waist, lifted her onto the desk, and pushed her back, exposing her body to his hungry gaze.
His hands roamed over her, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and then sliding down to her wet core. “You’re so fucking wet, Shobhana,” he growled, his fingers plunging into her, filling her up. “You’ve been thinking of me, haven’t you?”
Shobhana moaned, her head thrown back, as her Master’s fingers worked her pussy, stroking her G-spot and bringing her closer to the brink. “Yes, Master, I’ve been thinking of you fucking me, taking me hard,” she panted.
He withdrew his fingers, leaving her wanting more, and Shobhana whimpered in protest. But her Master had other plans. He unbuckled his belt, his movements deliberate, knowing the effect it had on her. Shobhana’s eyes widened as she watched him, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Please, Master, I need you inside me,” she pleaded, her voice desperate.
Her Master’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Shobhana’s mouth watered at the sight. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, but her Master had other intentions. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead pressing against her slick lips.
“Tell me you want it, Shobhana,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire.
“I want it, Master,” she cried out, her voice laced with both pleasure and guilt. “I want your cock inside me, pounding me, making me forget everything but you.”
With one swift thrust, her Master impaled her, filling her. Shobhana gasped, her eyes rolling back as she felt him stretch her. His cock was hitting all the right spots. He began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into her with each stroke. Shobhana’s body trembled her orgasm building with every thrust.
“Yes, Master, fuck me harder,” she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin. “Make me cum for you, please!”
Her Master complied, his pace increasing, his cock pounding into her relentlessly. Shobhana’s body tightened around him, her pussy clenching and releasing, milking his cock as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her Master’s breath came in harsh gasps, his control slipping as he neared his release.
“Cum for me, Shobhana,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Let me feel your pussy milk my cock as you orgasm.”
Shobhana’s body exploded in a torrent of pleasure, her pussy contracting around her Master’s cock, drawing him deeper inside her. She cried out, her voice echoing in the room as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her Master’s thrusts became erratic, his orgasm building to an intense peak.
“Fuck, Shobhana, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hips moving frantically now. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, my pet.”
Shobhana felt her Master’s cock twitch inside her and then the hot rush of his release as he emptied himself into her. Her pussy contracted around him, milking every drop of his essence. She shuddered with aftershocks of pleasure.
As their orgasms subsided, Shobhana lay panting on the desk, her Master’s weight pressing her into the surface. She felt a mix of satisfaction and guilt, the pleasure of their encounter battling with the knowledge that she was cheating on her husband.
Her Master kissed her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “You’re incredible, Shobhana. I can’t get enough of you.”
Shobhana turned her head, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the desire burning in his gaze. “I-I can’t do this anymore, Master,” she whispered, her voice laced with regret. “I feel so guilty. My husband trusts me, and I’m betraying him.”
Her Master’s eyes softened, and he brushed her hair away from her face. “I understand, my love. But know that I’m always here for you whenever you need me. Our pleasure is ours alone, and it doesn’t have to end.”
Shobhana’s heart raced as she considered her Master’s words. She knew she should end this affair. But the thought of never experiencing such intense pleasure again left her torn. As her Master dressed, she made a decision that would change everything.
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