“Can you smell me, Guruji? Can you smell my horny cunt. You can lick me if you want, and of course you’re going to fuck me, aren’t you, Guruji? I know you can’t resist…. can you Guruji?” She licked her lips as her movements became faster, even frenzied…. and her breathing became fast and erotic as she became more aroused.
“I fucking love the effect I have on you….. and now I want you to fuck me, Guruji!” With that she loosened the knot of her Saya ( Petticoat ) and let it slide down and fall on the floor. She then dropped to her knees in front of him… between his stretched legs. She pushed him slowly so that he could lay back on the floor….. and then she slid his Dhuti up his thighs.
“Oooh! I like your briefs, Guruji….. nice and sexy and it feels squishy in there. Did I make you come? I sure did, didn’t I Guruji? I see you’ve already spunked in your briefs and you had to lie to me about praying.” She grinned as her hands gently pulled the waistband of his briefs down. Her face was in his groin as she revealed his cock.
“Oooh Guruji! You’ve already shot a load for me right in your briefs. It smells fucking nasty, the smell of your cum and piss!” She winked rubbing his soaked briefs….. and taking a long sniff of it.
His cock cock lay up his belly, twitching uncontrollably as he watched her lift his hairy balls and began to lick and suckle at them. She grasped his cock as she licked her way up the shaft…. wiping his semen over her face as she did so.
“Do YOU have any caviar, Guruji?” She breathed. “You have a wonderful cock, and I’m wondering when you last washed it? But I love the smell and taste of a filthy cock. I bet you wank a lot….. surely dreaming to see my nude dance. In your bed at night do you jerk off on images in your mind of fucking me, Guruji? Do you dream of licking and sucking my cunt as you wank in your bed at night?” She grinned wickedly.
“Ohhhhhh….. yes, I do,” He gasped….. his cock was now rock-hard and clean by the sweeping of her tongue. At the top where the crown pushed out, she skinned it down a little and took deep sniffs….. waggling it under her nose.
“I think you might have some more, Guruji, I can smell it….. let’s take a look……” She skinned it right back. “Fuck, Guruji! Your cock is so beautiful and holy, just fucking holy! And look, you do have some under the head…… in the ridge!”
“Yesssssss….. baby, clean that too.”
“Ooh FUCK! I love that fucking SMELL!” Her nose was at it again, sniffing…… and sniffing some more, she raised her head. “It’s beautiful, Guruji…. smells fucking fantastic. I love cheesy cocks, they smell like dried fish!”
That’s when Swami Nityananda had flashes of himself in Hell….. sitting alongside Satan himself while Satan watched and slowly wanked a huge, filthy-looking cock as he said, “You know that you’ve crossed the line of the sacred path a priest should follow strictly, don’t you? But I’ve got you hooked and you’re wriggling on my line now, Nityanandaji. No going back to your holy prayer and worthless advice thing….. yes, you’re hooked on perversion. You won’t be able to repent now, you’re fucking about with me and not resisting so basically, you’re mine….. ha…. ha….. ha!”