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Chapter 4 – Unexpected Strong Desires
“Fuck, Pratty, I can’t wait any longer!” she said, pouncing on me. One hand pinned my chest. The other pulled the drawstring of her burgundy satin robe, the fabric falling open to reveal her snow-white skin.
Her pupils were dilated, her eyes half open, her lips and chin still smeared with melted chocolate, some of it staining her teeth. She was a mess from the dark chocolate, and it only made her look even worse. Leaning down, she placed her chocolate-smeared mouth against mine.
Her lips felt warm and sticky. Her tongue danced with mine. She was moaning like a pornstar. Drool mixed with chocolate trickled from her mouth, spilling over my chin.
Milk dripped from her swollen nipples, droplets fell, tickling my chest, but I was trapped under her weight, unable to move. She pulled back, gasping, “You humped my thigh, rubbing that hot cock of yours. Now it’s my turn.” Her bare pussy pressed against my boxers, grinding over my erection.
I felt her swollen slit, warm, rubbing along my shaft through the fabric, her robe slipping further with each thrust. Her silky body glided over mine, her kisses deepening, moans growing louder.
She was desperate, and I surrendered. Within minutes, we both came. My boxers soaked, her crotch dripping. She rose to her knees, removing her robe and pulling my boxers down, tossing them aside.
Lying beside me, she pulled my face to her heavy breasts, leaking milk. “Suck, lick and bite,” she ordered, her voice trembling. She grabbed my hand, guiding my fingers into her wet pussy, asking me to finger her as I drank her thick, sugary milk.
After what felt like an hour, her milk ran dry, but she wasn’t done. “Impale me, Pratty, with that hard dick of yours,” she growled.
“Yes, ma’am”, I said, thrusting into her tight, slick heat. She screamed, “Yes!” like a bitch in heat. Her moans and growls became louder.
We came again, her pussy pressed around my dick, my release spilling deep inside her. Panting, she ordered, “Start sucking, milk or not, until we sleep”. I did until we drifted off to sleep.
I woke up later, my bladder screaming from the milk I’d consumed. I went to the bathroom. Laughing quietly and pissing, I imagined Shweta’s dairy empire. Her milk could supply a small town.
The night had been wild with the special chocolate. My body ached, my back raw from her lioness-like scratches when I fucked her. But it was worth it.
I slid back under the sheets, and she turned in her sleep, wrapping her arms around me, probably mistaking me for her Kapoor Saab. I didn’t move, dozing off in her embrace.
Morning came, and I woke flat on my stomach, Shweta’s naked body beside me. She was rubbing ointment from the hotel’s first aid kit onto my scratched back with a gentle touch.
The soothing cream comforted me. I felt good about the concern she showed for me, both then and on the flight. She handed me the bottle of milk when I was hungry.
She noticed me wake up and smiled, her dimples appearing. “Good morning, Pratty,” she said, blowing cool air across my back. “Morning,” I replied.
“Pratty, I’m sorry for last night,” she said, “I lost control. Those chocolates… they were a catalyst, but deep down, I craved that pleasure with you. Thank you for being so cooperative.” She lay down as her breasts started to leak. “I’m milking again. Relieve me, please, while we talk.”
I sucked onto her nipple, and she continued stroking my hair. “It was in my subconscious mind that need for a sexual release. The chocolate just brought that out. You made it perfect.”
Her hand brushed my morning erection, and her eyes sparked with mischief. “You’re hard again,” she said. “Fuck me, Pratty, but let’s take it slow this time. Let’s enjoy every second.” I climbed over her, kissing her deeply. Her lips were still faintly chocolatey.
I trailed kisses down her neck, sucking the mole near her temple, nibbling her neck. Her hands roamed my back, careful of the scratches. I kissed her full breasts, licking the milk that seeped from her nipples. Her every inch was kissed—her thighs, her hips, the curve of her waist.
She guided my dick inside her, and I started fucking her slowly. We came together, a quiet release that left us breathless.
After that, she smiled, “Join me in the shower, Pratty. I’ll never forget this trip. I might even touch myself thinking of you when I reach back home.”
We stepped into the shower, a final intimacy before we started our day at work.
She laughed, “This stays with us forever.”
We checked out of the hotel and headed to the last day of client workshops. The day went smoothly.
Then we parted ways, she to London, I to Navi Mumbai, carrying these fresh memories. A week after returning to Navi Mumbai, I was settling into flashback—office days, video calls with my wife, and Shweta’s milk-soaked nights that left me hard.
My phone buzzed one evening to a text from Shweta: Pratty, I’m pregnant.
My heart skipped, but I thought maybe it was her and Kapoor Saab’s doing. I typed back, “Congrats, Shweta! Happy for you.”
Her reply came instantly: Same to you, Pratty!
I was shit scared, what the hell? I texted back, “What do you mean?”
Shweta’s voice note followed full with her signature Punjabi tone, “Oye, Pratty, yaad hai aakhri din pe jo jagran kiya tha? Raat bhar hum dono ne ek dusre ko pel pel ke lagaya tha na? Bas, usi ka parshad hai! We both hit the jackpot!”
My jaw dropped, and the phone nearly slipped from my hand. “Shweta, you serious?” I typed, my fingers shaking. “How’s this possible? You said no consequences!”
Another voice note, her laugh booming. “Arre, relax. I’m indeed pregnant. It might be from our shenanigans on the Princeton trip. Kapoor Saab and I also had truckloads of sex once I was back. So I just don’t know whose child it is, yours or Kapoor Saab’s. But let’s think it’s Kapoor Saab’s to get over the confusion and toss the dilemma away. Chill! Don’t overthink!”
I exhaled, relief flooding me, though my face burned. “You’re evil,” I texted. “Nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Chill, Pratty,” she replied, now in the text. “But real talk—those 20 days were legendary. But I’m keeping the chocolates in mind. Take care, my milk buddy.”
I leaned back, smiling. Shweta’s wild energy had shaken up my world, and those memories would never leave my mind.
Until the next trip, at least!