Previous Part: Velvet Lips – Part 4
A strange sensation between my legs woke me up from deep sleep. It was already morning. Daylight was peeping in through the curtained windows. The clock showed 8 AM.
I looked down and saw Rohit applying something between my legs. It appeared to be a lipstick. He was applying lipstick on my pussy lips! Again!
“Hi, babe! Did I wake you?” He asked naughtily.
“Good morning,” I looked at Him with sleepy eyes. “Babe, what are you doing?”
These were the exact words we exchanged with each other the morning we woke up in a cave in Jordan. Only this time, He uttered my words, and I uttered His.
“Why are you wasting my lipstick?” I sat up in irritation. “I have but 1 velvet lipstick that too gifted by you. Don’t waste it.”
“It’s not the same one,” He smiled and showed me the shade. “This is a new shade, bought 3 days ago. I brought it with me to Jaipur to give you.”
He handed over the lipstick to me. It was indeed a new one. Velvet finish, but a different shade. A dark purple shade.
“Wow! Nice surprise. Thank you,” I hugged Him. “I needed another lipstick. What’s it called?”
“Endless Love. That’s its name,” He smiled again. “I wanted to follow tradition, so I inaugurated it on your vertical lips.”
He knelt between my legs, spread them apart, and started licking off the lipstick from my slit. His tongue slithered and slurped and brought me on the verge of another orgasm. But before I could climax, there was a knock on the door.
“Who could it be?” I asked.
“Relax. It’s room service,” He replied. “I ordered room service for breakfast and a change of bedsheets.”
Chapter 9 – Sticky And Stinky
I quickly put on my top and leggings while Rohit put on His shorts. But He forgot to wipe off the lipstick marks from His face before opening the door.
A resort staff – a young guy – entered with a tray carrying our breakfast. He also carried a couple of fresh bedsheets and pillow covers. He kept the tray on the table and got busy changing the sheets.
I looked at the bedsheet in horror. It was full of damp patch marks — some dry, some fresh. All were semen stains. The guy glanced at both of us silently with a sly smile on his lips.
I felt so embarrassed. Not just because of the condition of the sheets but also because of the lipstick stains on Rohit’s face. I made a silent gesture to make Him aware of it so that He would wipe His face.
The room service guy left after changing the bedsheet and also left behind another fresh set. He had probably guessed that we might need it shortly. I knew we would.
“He knows,” I said as soon as the guy left.
“Knows what?” asked Rohit.
“Did you see the condition of the bedsheet?” I replied in mock anger. “You left your mark on every inch of the sheet. It’s so embarrassing.”
“What’s my fault? It’s normal,” He replied calmly. “Couples have sex in hotel rooms. Sheets get dirty. It’s normal.”
“Yes, but not SO dirty,” I said disapprovingly. “You discharge a lot. Left the entire bed sticky and stinky.”
“I thought you liked it,” He grabbed me and pulled down the legging from my waist. “Now, let’s make this new bedsheet sticky and stinky.”
I did like it. His excessive discharge, I mean. I like my men to be virile and loaded with cum. Rohit was the most loaded of all the men in my life.
I slept naked last night. As a matter of fact, I hardly slept since He didn’t let me. Anyway, I had to put on the leggings to cover myself before the room service guy came in. So, as soon as Rohit pulled down the leggings from my waist, I was naked again.
Rohit yanked off the top from my upper body and yanked out His dick from His shorts. He pushed me face down on the bed and removed the legging completely. And climbed over to impale me from behind.
“Not there. It’s still sore,” I yelled the moment His stiff cock touched my pussy. “Try here instead,” I reached behind and spread my ass cheeks.
“No, honey. Not now,” He said softly. “It will hurt, and you won’t be able to sit down for lunch or dinner. I promise I will fulfil your wish after dinner. But for now, it has to be the usual spot. My favourite hole.”
“Your favourite hole is sore,” I said, “from 4 attacks last night.”
“In that case, a 5th attack won’t make much of a difference.” Saying this, He placed 2 pillows under my belly. Thus raising my butt 6 inches above the bed.
“Your velvet lips look all purple now. The new lipstick suits you,” He said. “Wish you could see it.”
“Let me see it then,” I tried to get my tummy down from the pillow. But He stopped me and held me down.
“Nope. Too late,” He said. “You have missed your chance. It’s time to fulfil my wish now.”
“What do you want?”
“Whatever my cock wants,” He replied immediately.
“And what is it that your cock wants?” I asked.
“What every cock wants. A warm, wet, tight juicy hole. Preferably purple.” He parted my legs and took the position.
He started by stabbing my pussy with His rigid rod. Repeatedly. Did not push it in. Just kept stabbing at the opening again and again with His dick.
His black monster molested my purple velvet lips for what seemed like hours. Slapping and stabbing its steely hardness on my soft, puffy lips. The soreness I felt earlier vanished and was replaced by a gush of wetness.
“There. You are ready,” He said after running His finger on my sloppy slit to check the wetness. My pussy was now very wet. These nonstop stabs by His dick had made it slippery and very demanding.
His thick organ entered easily. I wished it would stay forever inside and never come out. But it did come out. Only to plunge in again.
It kept plunging in long, deep strokes. Strokes so long that I could count every second. Strokes so deep that I could feel it hitting my cervix.
I don’t believe in the concept of heaven and hell. But Rohit took me to both of those places. Time spent apart from Him was like hell. Time spent fucking Him as being in heaven. Every thrust of His mighty cock gave me pure unadulterated pleasure.
He fucked me shamelessly. He fucked ne hard. He fucked me deep. So constant were His heavy thrusts that I ended up climaxing twice. But it took Him 10 more minutes to cum. And it was excessive, as usual.
By the time it was over and He withdrew completely, both the pillows under my belly were drenched in white and purple. His white fluid mixed with the purple lipstick. Oozing out of my tiny hole like a never-ending stream. Staining the pillows and bedsheet equally.
“Who is sticky and stinky now?” He chuckled and went to the bathroom.
I was. The bed was. The air in the room was. We all smelled of sex. And so did our breakfast, which had long gone cold.
Chapter 10 – Endless Love
“I have to take a shower now,” I told Rohit an hour later. “I smell terrible.”
By then, we had finished eating the cold breakfast. And changed the pillow covers and bedsheet. The sense of euphoria of our 5th session was gone. It was replaced by a stench emanating from my body. The stench of cum and sweat.
“Not alone,” He pushed me inside the bathroom and walked in as well. “We will take a shower together.”
Rohit and I had never taken a shower together. We have had many encounters and adventures from Jordan to Jaipur. But bathing together was missing from the list. The prospect seemed very appealing indeed.
He bathed me like I had never been bathed before. Washed me from head to toe. Soaped me up and down. Rubbed my front and back. And scrubbed my holes clean.
We wrestled with each other under the cold shower. He fought to apply shower gel on my tits and nipples. I fought to soap His cock and balls. In the end, we both won.
“Let me clean your ass,” I told Him after it was over.
“No, honey,” He replied. “My ass is nothing to look at. A man’s ass is one of the ugliest things on the planet. A woman’s ass, on the other hand, is a thing of divine beauty. And yours is the greatest creation of God.”
He worshipped my ass with soap and shower gel for long. So long that it made me feel hot again. When we finally stepped out of the shower, both of us were feeling hotter than ever. And sweating.
“The cold shower was not cold enough,” He said.
“Don’t blame the shower,” I admonished Him. “You turned our bath into your 6th session.”
“I am ready for the 7th,” He pointed at His dick. It was half erect.
“No, not now,” I put my foot down. “I slept for less than 2 hours last night from 6 AM to 8 AM. I ate a cold breakfast. And now I am sweating even after taking a shower. All because of you.”
He accepted His guilt and agreed to respect my wish. Hunger and lack of sleep had turned me restless. We decided to go out for an early lunch. And this time, we both put on our undergarments.
Lunch was the usual lavish Rajasthan buffet. Spicy and tasty. We both ate like pigs. And then felt the familiar sensations of last night. Aroused and horny.
“You were right,” I told Him. “It’s the food. It’s making us lustful.”
“I was, wasn’t I?” He jumped for joy. “There is something in the spices. I am feeling excited again.”
“Me too,” I smiled in embarrassment.
We were so horny that we ran all the way from the buffet table to our cottage. And locked the door as soon as we were in.
“Ready for our 7th session?” He asked lustfully.
“8th,” I corrected Him. “8th session, including the one we had yesterday morning.” I was referring to the one where Rohit was all vengeful and resentful.
“Whatever,” He responded. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“Grant me my wish,” I pleaded with Him. “I want it now, not after dinner.”
My ass was neat and clean. Washed and scrubbed by Rohit a few minutes back. Now was the time to put it to work. It was itching for some action.
I pulled down His shorts and briefs together in one go. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Pulled it down to my thighs. We were in a rush. Removing the jeans completely seemed like a waste of time.
I got up on the bed and bent down on my hands and knees. My jeans were still stuck to my thighs. He pulled my panties down my hips. And spread my ass cheeks wide.
“Wait. Get my bag,” I told Him.
“Why?”
“There’s Ponds Cold Cream inside my bag. Use it. It will help,” I replied.
He went over to my bag, opened it and took out a jar of Ponds Cold Cream. He smeared dollops of it on my asshole, both outside and inside. The coldness of the cream felt so comforting on my hot ass. It sent chills down my spine.
But Rohit had other ideas. He began to apply the cream to my pussy too. Dipped His finger inside the jar and scooped out enough cream to smear my whole body. He then inserted the finger into my pussy and coated it with the cream.
“What are you up to?” I was trying to figure out what He had in mind.
“I will ravish both alternately. I am too horny,” He replied.
So was I. The icy cold cream melted like butter upon contact with my hot holes. Both seemed to be on fire because of the spicy lunch. Alternate penetration sounded like the perfect idea.
He started His mission with my asshole. Opened it up with His fingers and slowly plunged His cock in. In 5 seconds, He pulled it out and rammed it inside my pussy. And kept repeating this cycle till I started moaning loudly.
I had once read about how the great artist Pablo Picasso would work on 2 paintings at the same time. He would paint one for some time, then move on to the other one, and return to the 1st one. He finished both simultaneously, and both turned out to be masterpieces.
Rohit did something similar with my ass and pussy that day. He drilled them both with a single cock. Tirelessly and simultaneously. And like a true artist, he painted both my holes with an equal amount of His white sticky cum.
“Multitasking, Indian style,” He announced triumphantly and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.
I didn’t know how to respond. I had no words left. It was too unique an experience to merit a verbal response. Too exhilarating and mind-blowing to ignore it either.
“This bedsheet is ruined too,” He said after some time. “Both the fresh sheets are soiled. Let’s ask housekeeping to send a fresh set.”
“No. Never,” I rejected adamantly. “I don’t want that guy to come in again and see the mess we have made. I will die of embarrassment.”
We slept on that soiled sheet for a couple of hours. We both needed to get some sleep. Me, to recharge my batteries. He wanted to stay awake the whole night and have 4 more sessions.
Needless to say, it felt like never-ending love. I went to heaven and beyond. And stayed there till the next morning.
Chapter 11 – Long Kiss Goodbye
It was 9 AM the next morning when I woke up. Not that I got much sleep. It was sheer exhaustion that drove me to sleep at sunrise. I had forgotten what sleeping at night meant in the last 2 days.
My vacation was over. I had booked myself in for 2 days and nights. Today was the 3rd day, time for us to check out of the resort. My time in heaven had come to an end.
“Good morning!” Rohit interrupted my thoughts. Cheerful as usual. “I saw some pills in your bag while taking out the Ponds cream yesterday. What are those?”
“Yes, the pill,” I replied.
“Pills for what? They are in a tiny glass bottle with no label,” He was inquisitive.
“Not pills. The pill,” I responded. “Contraceptives.”
“Oh!” He wasn’t sure how to react.
“I keep them in a glass bottle to protect my privacy,” I added. “I don’t want anyone to know what they are for when they go through my bag. Especially during security checks.”
“Um… since when have you been on the pill?” He asked.
“Since the day we met, Rohit,” I replied. “Why?”
“No reason in particular. I was just not aware,” He looked a bit uneasy now. “Guess I should have asked earlier.”
“What for?” I said. “It doesn’t concern you.”
“It doesn’t? How so?” He was taken aback.
“Have you ever used protection while having sex? We had sex more than a dozen times in Jordan. All unprotected. And the same here for the past 2 days. The pill is the only option I have to avoid an undesired consequence.”
“I am so sorry,” He sounded remorseful. “I should have been more careful. Actually, I don’t like rubber.”
“I don’t either,” I smiled back at Him. “So, no need to beat yourself up. Also, the pill offers foolproof protection. A 100% guarantee.”
He felt lighter after that. Felt less regret. I said what I had to cheer Him up. In reality, though, I was fulfilling my role as a woman.
As a girlfriend, I was supposed to keep my man happy. But as a woman, I was also supposed to take precautions. Protect myself from unforeseen consequences. He could afford to make a mistake, say sorry, and move on with His life. I would have to pay a heavy price for the smallest of mistakes.
Just then, I realised I had to play girlfriend again. Break the news to Him that our stay in paradise was over. It was time to leave. And do all this without breaking His heart.
“Rohit,” I said with my heart pounding, “we have to leave today. Our 2 days are over.”
“What? Again?” He exclaimed in agony and shock. As if the thought of our vacation coming to an end never occurred to Him. “Why can’t we stay here for a few more days?”
“We can’t, honey,” I was apologetic. “I can’t.”
He looked devastated. Just as He was when we parted ways a month ago in Jordan, but this time, I was better prepared mentally.
“We will stay in touch. Every day,” I tried to console Him. “And we will meet again.”
“When?” He demanded to know.
“I don’t know when. I can’t give you an exact date. The distance between Jordan and India is a big factor. But we can make it work.”
“Long distance relationships never work,” He said.
“They do if they don’t turn into a marriage,” I tried to cheer Him up again. “It will work as long as we don’t get married. You know why long-distance marriages don’t work?”
“No. Why?” He asked.
“Because Women always think Men will change after marriage, but they don’t. And Men think Women won’t change, but they do.”
He started laughing at my words. I felt relieved. I couldn’t afford to see tears in His eyes again. I had enough tears of mine that I was struggling to hold back.
“Give me something to remember you by,” He implored. I took out my torn panty from the closet and placed it in His hand.
“It’s yours now,” I told Him. “You tore it, so you keep it.”
“I will never wash it. Ever,” He replied.
“I don’t expect you to,” I said.
We kissed each other fervently. Passionately. Like it was our last day on Earth. Like there was no tomorrow. Like time stood still.
“I need to give you a memento,” He said after a long time. “I couldn’t give you anything the last time. This time, I will.”
“No need,” I assured Him. “I have what I need. 2 velvet lipsticks, one for Jordan and one for Jaipur. And peace in my mind. No regrets.”
“You will call and text me every day,” He demanded. “And give me your email ID. I don’t have it.”
“It’s [email protected],” I said.
“Slutty Shilpi? What kind of a name is that?”
“That’s the name the world knows me by,” I kissed Him again. “Don’t ask why.”
“I won’t,” He said. “It doesn’t matter. For me, you will always remain Miss Velvet Lips.”
“Happy Dussehra in advance, Rohit.”
“Happy Dussehra to you too, Slutty Shilpi.”