Disclaimer: This is the fourth part of my new story. I recommend reading the previous parts to get the full story. I have added some taboo content not meant to offend anybody. Please send me your feedback at .
After having sex and orgasm, Saira expects her milk trouble will be gone, but it doesn’t. Saira is still worried and asks Sagar about this.
Sagar, in the meantime, told all his friends how he fucked Saira. None of them believed him. So Sagar decides to showcase to her that he conquered Saira.
“Sagar, last night was amazing. It was the best orgasm. I never thought that sex is this much pleasure.”
“Thanks for the compliment. You are also so good in bed. I never thought I would have this much fun, but still, I am leaking. Don’t you remember what the doctor said?”
“He told me to orgasm, which I did?”
“He also told you to get more sunlight. While covering yourself like this, you can’t get cured.”
“What should I do?”
“Wear a saree. This way, you can get more sunlight.”
“But I don’t have any.”
“Don’t worry. We can go and purchase.”
Sagar and Saira get on the bike. He drives it purposely in the Bazar. He makes all his friends and others look at him to establish that he owns Saira now. He takes her to the shop and makes her purchase the transparent sarees.
He takes her to the tailor shop afterwards. He asks Saira to wait outside while he talks to the tailor.
“Sagar, you must be very brave to come here. Where is my money, asshole?” says the tailor.
“Calm down, Raju bhai. Why are you always barking about money? I am not going to run away.”
“Run away before I hit you. You think you are a big man just because you won Mr Village contest?”
“Come on, Raju bhai, why are you so angry? Do you want payment? Look out there. There is your payment.”
Raju bhai looked through the window and saw Saira standing outside.
“Is that…Saira?”
“Yes, Raju bhai.”
“So, it’s real! You made her yours.”
“Yes, Raju bhai.”
“Not bad, bring her in. I want to fuck her now.”
“Not so fast. She is not there yet. She wants to stitch a new blouse, and you know what to do.”
“Oh, ok, that’s not bad. Still, you owe me a lot. It will only cover the interest.”
“No problem. I will give you a full night with her for the full payment.”
“I want one week.”
“Raju bhai, that’s too much, you know what, 2 days, and that’s final.”
“Ok. Deal.”
Sagar goes outside.
“Saira, I talked with a tailor. He wants to take measurement now.”
“Measurement?”
“Yes, to stitch the blouse. How can he do that without taking measurement?”
“But, how can I allow somebody to touch me like that?”
“Don’t be such a prude, Saira. There is nothing wrong with that. I want to see you in a sexy saree. Won’t you do that for me?”
“You know that I will do anything for you.”
“I love you, baby.”
Saira hesitantly walked inside the shop. Sagar says he has something to attend to and has left Saira alone. She is shy and scared and walks into the shop.
“Saira ji, please come in. Sagar told me everything, don’t feel stranger. It is your shop.”
“Thanks,” Saira smiles.
“So Saira ji, don’t worry, I will make you look like a movie star.”
Saira feels shy when he says this.
“Tell me Saira, who do you want to look like, Parveen Babi or Zeenat Aman?”
Saira knows they are sex bombs of the previous decade. She doesn’t want to look like it, but it’s also tempting for her. Raju bhai, who looks 40, must have grown up seeing them.
Without further ado, he takes the measuring tape and starts measuring the shoulder and takes the measurements.
“Saira ji, I think you would look good on sleeveless,” he strikes the measurements he took earlier.
Saira stopped him, “No, I don’t want sleeveless. I want long shoulder.”
“I am sorry, Saira. Sagar strictly told me to give you the best. Just don’t worry. You will not regret it.”
Saira knows she will regret it but doesn’t have the courage to stop this. He moves towards her back. He starts measuring from her back while touching all over her back.
He moves forwards, “Now I have to measure the front. Can you please remove your dupatta?”
Saira is shocked and reluctantly removes it. He moved his hand below her hand, just close to the armpit on both sides like he was hugging her. He closed the one end of the tape on her boobs. Now both his hands were on her boobs.
“Wow, it’s 36. It’s a good size, Saira,” he says with a smile.
Saira notices that he dropped “Ji” while addressing her. He started to measure her boobs without warning. Saira tripped, “What are you doing?”
“Pointy blouse on breast area is a fashion now, see,” Raju says and shows some movie poster of item girl in a sexy revealing dress.
“No, I don’t want it like that,” Saira protests, but he doesn’t care. Saira was free from her milk trouble for the last few days. But from repeated touching and pressing, she started leaking again.
“Saira, what is this?”
Saira was humiliated and couldn’t find the right word to explain this. Since she is not wearing a bra and she is wearing a white kurta. Her nipples are visible now, and it’s very transparent. Saira couldn’t take it anymore and tried to leave, but he stopped her.
“Where are you going?”
“Let me go. I am sorry.”
“Saira, you can’t leave like this. Your entire assets are visible. I can see your beautiful pink nipples.”
Saira is in shock as she realizes what she is showing. She puts her hands on her breast and tries to cover it.
“Just go to the room and let the dress get dry. You can’t leave like this,” Raju says as he points her to the room. Saira agreed and went to the room. There were no locks in the room. She believed no one would come and started removing her top and putting it on the table.
Raju suddenly entered. She put her hand on the boobs and covered it.
“What are you doing? I am changing,” Saira yells.
“I want to check up on you. Why are you shouting like this?”
“Just leave, please.”
“No tension, dear. I want to make some measurements. I forgot to write down the measurements after this incident.”
“No, you can’t do it like this.”
“Why not? I do it for all the girls.”
He came closer to her and removed her hands from the boobs. He took one boob in his hand and put the measuring tape over it. He started measuring. But he was pressing, and milk was oozing out.
“I have seen a lot of boobs, but no woman has pink nipples like you. Sagar is a lucky guy.”
“Please, it is wrong. Let me go,” Saira cries.
“Why are you crying, baby? You should be enjoying this.”
Saira is scared and thinking about calling Sagar. But she doesn’t want him to think bad of her. Her silence and obedience welcome Raju to do more. He pushed her to the wall and removed her hand.
“Let me help with your problem, dear,” he says and starts sucking her boobs and drinking milk.
“Wow, your milk is so yummy. You make more milk than my cow,” he laughed and sucked all her boobs. He slowly enters, his hands inside her salwar, “Wow. No panty, you come prepared. Aren’t you?”
She nods her head no.
“You are wet too. You are a whore, aren’t you?”
“No, I am not.”
He grabs her pussy, “I will not let you go until you admit you are a whore.”
Saira is scared, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I am a whore.”
“Excellent, you can leave now.”
Without turning back, she ran away after getting dressed. Sagar was waiting for her. Afraid of being shamed, she didn’t say anything to Sagar. He dropped her at home and later met with Raju, and they laughed about it.
The next few days were pretty normal. They had sex daily, which seemed like a temporary solution to the milk problem. Saira also starts enjoying it.
Then it’s time to get the blouse back. This time Sagar asked her to go alone, as he had something else to do. Saira was hesitant, but she went to the shop alone.
Saira was still afraid of what he would do to her and waited outside the door.
Raju saw her and welcomed her by putting his hand over her shoulder and taking her to the room. People in the nearby shops saw all this, and they all knew who Saira was.
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