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This is a story of a woman Zeenat who told me this story when I met her in the course of her business and with some added imagination, a combination of reality and fantasy which contains adult content including prostitution, exploitation, virginity, voyeurism, exhibitionism, CFNM, masturbation, consumption of alcohol, public sex, vaginal fingering, cum eating, anal sex , and hand-jobs.etc
Woman around 27 years old. Married childless after 6 years of marriage. She and her husband were trying their best for a child with their full force But still she has not been able to become a mother .

Then she tried with her old boy friend and then with Mr Vijay Kumar to have a child but all her efforts were fruitless as ever. Then she went to Her sister who was blessed with a baby girl to assist her in raising her baby.

In her quest to have her own child she visits a ashram to take a special treatment. She was given Diksha and named Maya after Diksha.

In Part 17 you Read

Master-ji: Okay Madam. Let us come to your problem now. What is the problem with your blouse? This one also is sewed by me only.

Master-ji had a smile on his face now. Ramlal by this time was busy with the sewing machine stitching some cloth.

Maya: Master-ji though it is 36 size as per the ashram, the cups are too small for me.

Master-ji: Ramlal, give Madam a 38 size blouse to try out.

Maya was surprised that he did not even bother to see her blouse once to look for the problem.



Now Further

Maya: But Master-ji I wear 36 size.

Master-ji: Madam, when you said you are having problem with the cups, first let me fix that, other things can be altered in the machine in a minute, isn't it?

Ramlal searched from the cupboard and came to me with a red blouse. He stretched the material and saw the blouse cups and looked offensively at her twin peaks and handed her the blouse. This scoundrel's looks were so dirty!

Ramlal: You go to the back of that sari and change Madam.

Maya: But I cannot here change like this...

Maya was not finding the proper words. The sari cover level was only till her bust line and secondly since the room was too small the proximity was too close for a woman to change clothes with males present there.

Master-ji: Madam, have you noticed my spectacles? I cannot even see clearly objects a couple of feet away through these thick glasses. Madam, you are absolutely safe here to change.

Maya: No, no, I am not saying that...

Master-ji: Ramlal, bring some tea for us.

That was a masterstroke to convince her . Maya had little to counter his words now. She did not argue any more and went behind the sari at the corner of the room. She faced the wall deliberately as the place was so very exposed. The sari diagonally tied up to wall hooks was not an adequate cover at all.

Master-ji: Madam, there is a lot of dust and dirt on the floor. It would be better if you do the drop your sari on the floor.

Maya: Okay Master-ji.

Maya said 'okay', but found that if she do not drop her pallu on floor, she will have to hold it with one hand, but that way she cannot change her blouse because she need both hands free to open her blouse hooks and to take that off her body. She found that only way is to tuck the pallu in her waist and change.

Maya opened her blouse completely and was in her bra now. She was feeling very relaxed as that Ramlal was not in the room and took the 34-size blouse off the wall hook and wore it. After putting on all the hooks, She felt the blouse was a bit loose everywhere, on her cups, on her shoulder and at the base of her boobs too and was not fitting her .

Getting her pallu back on her shoulder she went out in front of Master-ji though knowing very well that Master-ji would check her blouse and she will again have to drop the pallu off her upper treasures.

Master-ji: I thought it would have been better if you had taken off the sari completely Madam, as I will have to take check your blouse and you may have to try another one for exact fitting. It will be uncomfortable for you each time...

There was no need to complete the sentence she thought and interupped.

Maya: Yes Master-ji. You are right.

Since Ramlal was not there, Maya took off her sari in front of Master-ji. She got out of it and Master-ji helped her to hold her sari so that it does not reach the dirty floor she was surprisingly not feeling uncomfortable without a sari in front of an unknown male, especially considering Master-ji's age and poor eye vision. So now she was more or less in the same state like the teenage girl whom she saw initially in the room. The only difference being she was wearing her inner wears, which the girl was not.

Ramlal just then entered the room with tea.

Ramlal: Madam, have this tea, this is a special one with...

He stopped abruptly seeing Maya in that state. Her matured pointed boobs were enough to turn this scoundrel's head and through her thin petticoat layer he could probably make out her well-formed thighs also. Maya thought she should not give much attention to his looks.

Ramlal: ... with ginger Madam.

Ramlal kept the tray on the dirty floor before Maya could stop him. The floor was not only dirty, but she noted cockroaches and small rats running around here and there!

Maya: Why is the condition of this room such Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam, I am sorry for that, but in the initial days I tried to kill these insects etc., but this place seems to be a breeding place of these animals and with time, I am habituated with them.

He smiled though Maya was not at ease at all in that room with the dirt and the insects.

Master-ji: Have the tea Madam and then I will check your fitting.

Saying that he bent down and picked up a cup and sipped tea. Ramlal was already sipping sitting on the machine. Maya also took a couple of steps forward and bent down to pick the cup from the tray on the floor. As she bent, she realized her blouse was creating a gap with her boobs and her mangoes almost popped over her bra. She knew the valley between her snow white breasts was getting exposed, but she had to pick up the cup from the floor. So, she tried her best to hide her deep cleavage with her left hand and picked up the cup swiftly. Seeing me do that she saw Ramlal chuckle. The rascal.

Master-ji: Okay Madam, lets check your blouse now.

Saying that he came near to her, within one foot. Maya was just slightly breathing heavily as a male came so close to her. He was taller than her and as he looked down at her blouse-covered boobs, with each breath, the top of her boobs were getting slightly more visible to him over her blouse. Maya blushed a little on her own.

Master-ji: It looks far from fitting Madam. Let me check exactly how much loose it is.

As Master-ji got closer to her, she could smell the sweat of his body. The smell of male sweat made me took a deep breath. He started to check the sleeves of her blouse first. He started with her left hand and inserted one finger through the sleeve end and touched directly on her arm. He continued this for a while and was slowly rubbing his finger on her left arm while touching the cloth.

Master-ji: Ramlal, sleeves lose by 5 strings. Let me check the back now. Madam, can you turn round and face Ramlal?

Continued …


This story is not meant to offend or an attack on Muslims or Hindus or any of their Gurus or ways. it is my way of putting a twist for fun and enjoyment.

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