Chapter 34: special instruments for special skin measuring
He suckled her, hard, his mouth forming a fierce seal around the pink patch around her cherry. The pull was exquisite, a direct line of pleasure that pulled at the very heart of her. His free hand mauled her other melon, kneading the soft flesh, his fingers digging in possessively.
He switched sides, lavishing the same rough, damp attention on her right cherry, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing against him, her body a live wire of need. The rough fabric of his shirt scratched her sensitive skin, a delicious abrasion.
"Please…" She begged, not even sure what she was asking for. He understood. His hand left her melon and slid down the smooth plane of her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her Lehenga skirt.
There were no barriers. His fingers plunged through her curls, finding her slick and swollen and utterly ready for him. "Aiyah… so damp," he groaned against her melon. "So, damp for the poor tailor madam? All this frustration, pent up… it is not good for a woman."
One thick finger pushed inside her. Glrk… The sound of her own willing flesh accepting him made her moan aloud. He began to bang her with his finger, a slow, torturous rhythm, while the heel of his palm ground against her clit.
A second finger joined the first, stretching her, filling her. Squelsh... Squelsh... The damp, rhythmic noise was a soundtrack to her building frenzy. "You like this, madam? You like the old tailor solving your problems?" He grunted, his own breathing ragged.
"Yes! Yes!" she hissed, her hips meeting each of his thrusts. "Don't stop!"
He worked her with a ruthless expertise, his fingers curling inside her, finding a spot that made her vision blur. The coil of tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter and a spring was about to snap.
She was babbling, nonsense words and pleas, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He drove her over the edge with a final, brutal press of his palm. Her climax ripped through her, a silent, searing convulsion that locked her muscles and stole her voice.
Her inner muscles clenched around his invading fingers in a rapid, milking pulse. Pulse… Pulse... Pulse... She saw white behind her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably in his arms. He held her through it, his fingers still working gently inside her, drawing out the last shudders.
When she finally went limp, he slowly withdrew his hand. The sound was a damp, final schlick… She panted, trying to regain some semblance of composure. He simply smiled, a lecherous, knowing curl of his lips, and brought his glistening fingers to his mouth.
He sucked them clean with a loud, appreciative pop. "The finest honey," he declared. This is just the start and the tailor still prepared condoms and necessary things to wash up as well. There is a bathroom in the shop.
Kamini was not much stunned because the system has already told her about this and she knows the things. She just acted stunned and let the tailor stripping his clothes one by one revealing his body.
On the other hand he closed the shop for the time being. This way no one would come to disturb then when they are doing something really good later. With the preparations done he came to Kamini and said.
"Miss, I should measure the insides of you. Since it is delicate let me measure it using this measuring stick. I hope you don't mind. I will let the measuring stick wear these gloves so that you will not have any problems later."
He put on the condom carefully around his meat rod and started to rub it at the entrance of her lower mouth. Kamini trembled few times from the sudden touch. She felt the pleasure on her sensitive lower mouth that just climaxed.
She felt that she would climax again in just a few minutes. She felt really good and the tailor did not give her much time to think before he pushed his big meat rod into her and pushed it all the way deep inside her.
Kamini trembled with the pleasure he started to move his hips in a piston like movements and his hands are on her melons playing with them few times without stopping with a smile. The stress release is really good.
Compared to many women before he liked Kamini that is very cooperative, tight and juicy. He felt good and decided to make the best of the cloth she gave him to stitch her something good and perfect for her body.
He did not try to open up her back door instead he only played with her lower mouth few times and all of his big loads went into the balloon of the condom but not into Kamini. It was all like that and there is no need to worry.
He is still very cautious and Kamini felt really good this way without needing to worry about anything. They went on for 2 hours straight and Kamini felt really good in her. After making an appointment with him to meet him again to receive the finished dress she left.
Kamini went to the bus stop like before and she got on a bus. It was on a crowded bus. She is carrying some snacks that she bought along when leaving the tailor shop and coming to the bus stop.
The memory of his mouth, his hands, and his big meat rod was a brand on her skin. Every sway of the bus sent a fresh jolt of sensation through her sore, well used body that is still sensitive. She felt raw, exposed, and utterly, utterly satisfied.
The bus lurched to a stop, packing more people in. A man, young and lean, was pushed firmly against her back. She felt the hard line of his body press into her. An apology died on his lips as his hips settled against her backside and then she felt it.
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