Madhuri Sena- Brahmin Kaaf ki sahi aukaat!

 I’m Deepthi, Im 29, dusky, my body heavy with curves—big boobs, wide hips, Im also a member of the Madhuri Sena.

For those who are not aware of have forgotten, Madhuri Sena is a roving patrol, doing the rounds of Owaisabad. Like the police patrol that takes care of all law-and-order requirement, the Madhuri Sena takes care of all “lauda” requirement.  No Meem lund will go unsatisfied so long as the Madhuri Sena is patrolling the streets 

They called me an hour ago, urgent: A Meem Master Altaf, needed a hostess for his match night. His usual slut is indisposed, and he demanded someone mature, full-bodied and since the Sena doesn’t recruit any non-Brahmins, we are a group of exclusive upper caste pleasure providers! Seeing that most of us have no other useful talent to provide to our Meem superiors, we offer Owaisabad our most valuable asset- our bodies,

We’re drilled to obey, to anticipate, to please without question, ensuring Meem men never lack. It’s Owaisabad’s genius—channelling Kaaf depravity into disciplined service. I arrived at Altaf’s flat, heart pounding, dressed as Sena instructs: a sheer saree, no petticoat, clinging to my thighs, my blouse a low-cut scrap barely containing my chest. Big Bindi to declare I am a Kaaf cunt.

  Altaf opened the door, lean, bearded, his eyes sharp like a seasoned and experienced man, Im shocked to realize that the man I am supposed to serve is barely 20 year old!!

 I quickly conceal my surprise, like any Meem man in Owaisabad he has probably been using Hindu women since his teens, remembering my manners

I place my hands under my breasts and lift them up and say ‘Unga thevadiya Sir!’

He chuckled, pulling me inside. At the Sena Bhavan I was told I am to be the host today and there are likely to be 2 other Meem men and their kaaf sluts, but for now It’s just us—his friends and their girls aren’t here yet. The TV’s on, cricket pre-game chatter, but Altaf’s focus is me.

Madhuri Sena service begins here I am not just a hostess, I’m his to command until the others arrive. He waits till I get inside the house then he runs his eyes down the length of my body. I squirm a little seeing his gaze undress me, I feel completely naked even though I am fully clothed. Beginning to feel like a piece of meat on display I look away over his head, but my body betrayed me.

All it took was his eyes on me and I could feel my nipples harden under my blouse! I never hated my body more than I did at that moment! 

Altaf's Story!

I was in a fix!

I’d completely forgotten the guys were coming over to watch the match tonight. If not for Mushtaq’s text—Beef kebab ya chaamp, Kya chahiye aaj??—I’d still be at the office, buried in work. Panicking, I called Vidya, the only woman who knew how to handle these evenings.

Even though she was a kaaf, Vidya was rare, she was able to THINK! Something rare amongst stone worshippers. Having been with me a few times she knew how I operate and how I like things! But even dependable Vidya was not available, she was on her period of all things!!!!

I was stumped. Cancelling now meant endless ridicule. It was my turn to host—after all the nights I’d spent at their places, eating their food, drinking their liquor, even fucking the women they’d brought over. Fair was fair. I was just about to go through my contact list and see which kaaf bitch I could call when I was reminded of the Madhuri Sena!  I remember seeing kaaf cunts patrolling the city on foot and in jeeps wearing uniforms like the police. I got reminded of their tagline as well

Police take care of law and order requirement, Madhuri Sena take care of lauda requirement

But I didnt want to go down the road looking for a Sena patrol, no I decided to call up their hotline number! "Madhuri Sena call karne ke liye shukriya! Khidmat karne ka mauka dene ke liye ehsaanmand... Main aapki kuttiya Niharika hoon. Bataiye, aaj kya kar sakti hoon main aapke liye, Altaf ji? ["Thank you for calling Madhuri Sena! Honored to serve... I'm your bitch Niharika. Tell me, how may I serve you today, Altaf ji?"]

"Hi Niharika, Main Madhuri Sena pehli baar call kar raha hoon." ["I'm calling Madhuri Sena for the first time."]

"Thodi dikkat mein hoon, chand dost aa rahe hain match dekhne aur mujhe jaldi se jald ek errrr Mezban chahiye tha, you know with tits? "["I'm in a bit of trouble, some friends are coming to watch the match and I quickly need a... err... hostess, you know with tits?"]

"Suljhi hue, samjhdar jo 3_4 joshile Meem mardon ko sambhal sake?"["Sophisticated, sensible, who can handle 3-4 energetic Meem men?"]

"Arre, Altaf ji! Pehli baar. Badi der lagadi aapne sarkar aate aate (giggles)Par boobs to hum sabke hi hote hain, aapko kiss type ke pasand hai? "["Oh Altaf ji! First time. Took you long enough to come to us (giggles)But everyone has boobs, which type do you prefer?"]

"Ah well, I like women not girls, so bade mamme hon aur bhara hua badan!" ["Ah well, I like women not girls, so big breasts and a full-figured body!"]

"Ji Saheb, Samajh gayee. To Ananya kaise rahegi? 25 years,5'3",Long dark hair,34-28-34; C-cup

Likes clubbing, works out and does yoga, good at dance, music lover"["Understood, Sir. How about Ananya? 25 years,5'3",Long dark hair,34-28-34; C-cup

Likes clubbing, works out and does yoga, good at dance, music lover"]

"25 year old, nahi! Like I said, looking for a slightly more mature woman, mature in the head and in the bra....samjhi?"

["25 years old, no! Like I said, looking for a slightly more mature woman, mature in the head and in the bra... understand?"]

"Ah okay, phir: Rashmi ko bhejun?35 years5'4Long hair38- 32-36: DD cup Likes: Reading, debating, horse-riding, Is a sales person in a respected company" ["Ah okay, then shall I send Rashmi?35 years5'4Long hair38-32-36: DD cup Likes: Reading, debating, horse-riding, Is a sales person in a respected company"]

"Hmmm bra size to sahi hai, but thodi boring aunty type lag rahi hai. Will she be able to hang out with us, doesn't look like we have common ground. Aur koi?"

["Hmmm bra size is right, but seems a bit boring aunty-type. Will she be able to hang out with us, doesn't look like we have common ground. Anyone else?"]

"Sir, aap Tamilian ko sambhal lenge, Ek bahut hi samajhdar aur suljhi chut hai, but she her hindi is very poor, She would be ideal for your needs"

["Sir, can you handle a Tamilian? A very sensible and well-maintained pussy, but her Hindi is very poor, She would be ideal for your needs"]

She didn't need too long to convince me that Deepthi was good for the evening, 22 min later, the bell rang and there she was, Dark skinned, shy smile, eager to please, a bit of fear in her eyes and a pair of tits you couldn't ignore, even if you wanted to!

Deepthi's evening.....

Altaf circled me like a butcher assessing meat, his shadow stretching across my body. The TV’s cricket commentary faded to static as he stopped before me.

"Thirumbi ."[Turn around.]

I obeyed, rotating slowly—hips first, as trained—letting my sheer saree ripple against sweat-slicked skin. His gaze burned through the fabric

He yanked my blouse’s neckline lower, spilling my breasts into his palms without ceremony. Hmph. MSS enna sonnalum, 36D correct dhan." [ MSS wasn’t lying— they really are 36D’s .] His thumbs brushed my nipples, already stiff from shame. I bit my tongue hard enough to taste copper. Mela paathuttu, ippa keela paakalam." [Done with the top. Now let’s see the bottom.] He shoved his hand at the level of my crotch, touching my delicate flesh through the thin material of the saree, and gently began to bunch up the material in his fist. One fistful at a time he began to gather up my saree exposing me from the ankles up. He could see my shins, a moment of two later, he saw my knees, and still he went on, stripping away layer after layer of my dignity, exposing my body to his scrutiny!

I know I should have been angry at being exposed like a piece of meat, I should be hurt or at least embarrassed I tried to appear uncomfortable, but I know I wasn't fooling him. He knew I was turned on, I could feel the wetness fill into my loins , my pundai(chut) felt warm and slippery. I felt my breath catch in my throat as he lifted my saree higher and glanced at my smoothly waxed cunt! Perhaps there was truth in what they said, we kaafs are indeed just cheap sluts? "Pundai clean-ah irukku. Aana..."[Cunt’s clean. But...] A stinging slap to my inner thigh. His fingers came away glistening. His voice mocking, full of victory Ithu enna? Foreplay kooda venama? Nee ready dhan pola. "[What’s this? Seems you don't need anyforeplay? You’re already ready.] Veppa dhan, sahab..."[It’s just the heat, sir...] With no hesitation, careless of any discomfort, without so much as an enquiry, he shoved his middle finger into my pundai! (chut) I couldnt resist, the shock made me draw in breath sharply, which caused my molle (boobs) to jiggle, he noticed, his smile got wider, my embarrassment increased, my chut got wetter. Aama, ivalo easy-ah kedacha, enakku shock-ah dhan!"[Oh, so easy to enter—I’m the shocked one!] His finger went in deeper, sliding, without resistance, unhindered. With practiced ease his finger touched that spot, and an explosion of pleasure filled my privates! Altaf left his finger buried inside me as he spoke, twisting my arousal into humiliation.

Altaf:"Un peru enna? Deepti-nu MSS file-la potrukaanga. Real name?"[They call you Deepti in MSS files. Real name?]

Deepti (panting):"Aval dhan, sahab... college-la irundhu appave..."[That’s me, sir... since college...]

Altaf (mocking):"College? Enga? Brahmin ponnunga padicha 'prestigious' college-ah?"[Which college? Some 'prestigious' Brahmin girls’ school?]

He scissored his fingers. I choked back a moan.

Deepti:"Ram Seva College, sahab..."

Un kadamai enna?"(“Tell me your purpose.”)

"Naan Meem aasaiyai niraivera, un avasiyam theerthida, un iravai parisuthamaakka vandirukken, Saahib."(“I’m here to serve Meem desires, to ease your needs, to make your night perfect, Sir.”)

My voice shakes—not from fear, but from the heat building inside.

His fingers seem to have a life of their own, pumping deep inside me, touching places I didn’t think existed. Pleasure tingles down my back, exploding in my cunt.)One tingle follows the other, each stronger than the first.

"Solluda, sattam!"(“Tell me the doctrine!”)

"Saahib, naan Deepti—oru thevdiya, keezha jaathi, lingam thooki-ninra Hindu ponnu! Nama ellam Kaaf... un aaludanilaikku aadharamaha irukkanum!"(“Sir, I am Deepti; a cheap, lowly, cock-hungry Hindu, just like any Hindu! We are Kaaf, we exist to serve your lund, oh mighty Muslim man!”)

Saying these words did what his fingers were on the verge of—my orgasm exploded within me Wave after wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. An orgasm like I’ve never had before... or perhaps the first orgasm I’ve ever had!

I could stand no longer… I collapsed, a heap of flesh, no longer a person. I collapsed at his feet—where I truly belong!)

His voice, calm, almost bored: "Get cleaned up… the boys will be here any moment. The night has just started.”