Chapter 54: you are punished to pound me harder
"Madam, I… I am so sorry… I was… my wife, she was unwell and I was late… I…" He looked like he might be sick. "You must help me," Kamini insisted, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial husk.
"I cannot let my husband find me like this. You must help me clean up. It's the least you can do." It wasn't a request. It was a command wrapped in silk and shame.
Trembling, the old watchman followed her into the house, his eyes darting everywhere but at her, yet always, inevitably, snapping back to the hypnotic sway of her bare hips, the sheer weight of her uncovered melons moving with each step.
She led him not to the kitchen, but directly to the bathroom. The air here was still steamy from her shower hours before, now mingling with the sharper, lustful scent of pleasure that clung to her skin.
She dropped her saree entirely, letting it pool at her feet, standing naked and unashamed before him. Pandey made a choked sound, staring at the floor. "Look at me, watchman Pandey," she commanded softly. "Look at the mess they made."
His eyes, wide with terror and a burgeoning, unwilling arousal, traveled up her smooth, dusky legs, over the dark thatch of hair and the unmistakable, slick evidence of the men who had been there before him and finally up to her magnificent melons, their dark cherries hard and peaked in the cool bathroom air.
"You will wash it away," she said, her voice losing its frightened tremor, replaced by a cool, dominant edge. "All of it. You will clean your mess." She took his rough, calloused hand and placed it on the damp bar of soap. Her hand covered his hand, guiding it.
"Start here," she murmured, pushing their joined hands toward her chest. The touch was electric. The rough texture of his work worn skin against the impossibly soft, heavy swell of her melon made her gasp, a genuine, pleasure filled sigh this time.
"Oh!" She arched her back, pushing her chest into the contact. Pandey's breath came in ragged pulls as he numbly followed her guidance, lathering the soap over one generous mound, then the other.
His fingers, initially stiff with fear, began to tremble with a different emotion as he cupped the full weight of her, his thumb accidentally brushing over her taut cherry. A shuddering moan escaped her lips, loud and wanton in the tiled room.
"Yes… just like that… you have to be thorough, watchman Pandey." She released his hand, letting him continue on his own, leaning back against the sink to watch him.
The sight of this old, meek man dutifully, desperately washing her melons, his eyes glazed with a mix of fear and lust, was more intoxicating than any wine. His soapy hands slid down her flat stomach, leaving trails of lather.
He hesitated at the junction of her thighs, his courage failing. "You missed a spot," Kamini purred, spreading her legs wider. "They were inside me, watchman Pandey. You need to clean there, too. You need to wash all of their filth out of me."
A groan was torn from the old man's throat. This was a punishment from heaven and hell combined. With a shaking hand, he did as he was told.
He soaped his fingers and, with a reverence that bordered on worship, began to wash her there, his fingers sliding through the slick evidence of her previous encounters.
Kamini's head fell back, a series of breathy, over the top moans falling from her lips at the intrusive, cleansing touch. "Aah! Yes! Clean me! Get all of it out!"
Each moan was a nail in the coffin of his resistance, each wiggle of her hips a command he was powerless to ignore. His fingers, initially clumsy, grew more confident, sliding deeper, mimicking a motion that had nothing to do with cleaning.
He was panting now, his own neglected arousal straining against his cheap uniform trousers. Kamini saw it, and her smile was that of a predator moving in for the kill. "You're not done," she whispered, her voice husky.
"You let them play with me. Now you need to make it right. You need to put your own mark on me. To cover their scent with yours…." She didn't need to ask twice. The dam broke.
With a grunt of unleashed need, Pandey fumbled with his trousers, freeing his erect, surprisingly thick length. Kamini's eyes gleamed with wicked delight.
She turned around, bending over the sink, presenting her beautiful area to him, her magnificent posterior on full display, the glistening, freshly washed petals of her pleasure an open invitation. "This is your punishment…" she moaned, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Now Fack me for being so negligent..." He drove into her with a force that belied his age, a desperate, grateful thrust that buried him to the hilt in her welcoming heat. Kamini cried out, a loud, erotic sound of pure satisfaction. "Oh, God, yes…! Harder! Punish me for your failure!"
She met his frantic thrusts with equal fervor, her melons swinging heavily beneath her, slapping against her own chest with each powerful drive of his hips.
The room filled with the sounds of their coupling, his ragged grunts and the damp slap of skin on skin, her own cacophony of theatrical, over the top moans and filthy encouragements. "That's it! Fill me up! Make me forget their names! Yes! Right there…!"
It was fast, desperate, and overwhelmingly intense. The watchman, overwhelmed by the sensory attack of her body and the surreal nature of the situation, didn't last long.
With a final, guttural cry, he spent himself inside her, his body slumping against her back as he shuddered through his release. Kamini milked him for every last drop, clenching around him until he was utterly spent.
When he finally pulled out, stumbling back, she stayed bent over for a moment, reveling in the new, distinct ache, the fresh warmth flooding her core. Then, she stood, turning to face him.
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