Author disclaimer: This is a fictional story; any resemblance to real life is purely unintentional. All characters are over 18. People under 18 are strictly advised not to read further.
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I’m Roshan. I’m 24, and this happened a couple of years back. The heroine of this story is Manasa.
(This is my first story, so I’m taking it slow.)
I was having food at the dining table when the bell rang, so I answered the door. There she was: ‘Manasa’ in a white and pink chudidar. She was milky white and asked me, “Is aunty there?”
“Nope, she’s in the garden. Who are you?”
“I live in the opposite flat.”
“Oh, are you Neha aunty’s daughter?”
“Yes, I am. Can I get some sugar for the tea, please?”
“Yes, sure… come in.”
Damn, she is hot. She adjusted her white, see-through dupatta to cover her big boobs, and her ass was swinging. I just wanted to pat her ass.
“Ahhh! What’s your name, though?”
“I’m Manasa, and you…?”
“I’m Roshan. Oh yeah, I remember aunty was talking about you finishing your exams and coming home. She was worried that you became thin at college, but it doesn’t look like you are thin. You got meat in the right places. Haha.”
Her face became red and she started stammering.
“Oh no, I’m not body shaming you… just appreciating that you’re hot.”
She didn’t know what to say and asked about the sugar. I brought some sugar from the kitchen and, while giving it to her, I brushed my fingers against hers. They felt so soft. Her eyes sparkled, and she left immediately, saying she would return the sugar soon.
A couple of days later, I saw her again at the society park, jogging early in the morning.
“Manasa, hi! You remember me?”
“Oh yeah, Roshan… I remember you, of course. I have yet to give you the sugar.”
“Oh, don’t bother about it. You can give me your number instead.”
She just blushed, and I could sense she wasn’t willing to share her number.
“What are you listening to?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t know it.”
“I’m a big music buff. Try me.”
“Café del Mar.”
“Oh, ‘Café del Mar’ by Energy 52?”
“Oh, you’ve heard it?”
“Of course, yeah. I listen to techno music all the time. In fact, I have many of those tracks in my playlist.”
“Oh, great.”
“Can I get your number? I’ll share the music I have saved.”
“Umm, okay. Note it down…”
“So you jog regularly, or just jogging because you’re gaining weight?”
“Will you stop commenting about my body!?”
“I’m praising your body. Your, umm, looks big and full,” I said while looking at her boobs.
She saw me staring at her boobs and said, “Oh my God, you won’t stop talking naughty, huh, will you? Anyway, I’m going home. Bye.”
She turned around and started walking home, and I said, “Your, umm, umm, looks big and curvy too!”
“Shut up already!”
That night, I texted her and sent her some songs. I asked her, “What did you save my name as in your phone?”
“Roshan.”
“Oh, save it as ‘Sugar Boy,’ like ‘Sugar Daddy’.”
“Stop talking rubbish. I’ll return the sugar now.”
“But how can you? All the sugar is stored in the right places inside you. If you take it out, your body will shrink.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Just saying that all the sugar I gave is stored in your meaty boobs and ass.”
“Will you stop already? They aren’t that big.”
“Oh, they are! I want my sugar back! I want to take it from them.”
“And how can you do that exactly?”
“I heard somewhere that massaging the boobs and ass for a couple of minutes gives us sugar, so I’ll try that on you.”
“Haha, nice try. I’ll just bring sugar from the store and give it to your mom. Now shut up and sleep.”
“Ah, no… I don’t want the sugar from the store. I want my sugar, which you had in the form of tea. I’m pretty sure it’s in your boobs… or else they wouldn’t have grown that much. What size are they, by the way?”
“Shut up! I’m not telling you my sizes.”
“Oh, good. I’ll measure it myself then.”
“Haha, good luck!”
After 10 minutes, I rang their doorbell. Her mom opened the door, and Manasa came out from the bedroom. She looked shocked, wondering what I was doing in their house.
“Aunty, mom asked to bring some sugar from your home. Can you please give us a cup? I’ll return it soon.”
She went into the kitchen to bring the sugar. I rushed to hug Manasa from the back and started groping her boobs. She clenched my arms and tried to release herself from me. I then kissed her neck and pushed her tee aside, which revealed her blue bra straps.
“What a beautiful set of boobs you have. Please allow me to worship them,” I whispered in her ear.
“Roshan, what are you doing? Leave me. Mom will see us. Leave me.”
“You didn’t tell me your boob size, so let me check it myself.”
I groped her boobs with more vigor and heard her mom’s footsteps, so I backed off. She gave me a cup of sugar. Then I started fake-coughing, so Aunty went inside to bring some water. I started moving toward Manasa, and she said, “Stop! It’s 34C.”
I smiled and said, “I don’t believe you. Give me your bra; I’ll check it at my home.”
“No way!”
Then I started moving toward her again. She quickly removed her blue bra and gave it to me. I then shoved it under my shirt. Her mom came back with some water.
While drinking, I pointed my finger to a painting on the wall beside her and enquired about it. When Aunty turned her back, I quickly groped and pinched Manasa’s right boob and nipple. She didn’t say anything. I then left for my home.
I went to my room and smelled the bra. Its scent filled my nose, and it felt so good. I spread some sugar inside the bra cups and sent her a photo of it.
“See, there is sugar in your boobs. Some of it spilled in your bra because of my fondling.”
“What have you done? You put us in danger. What if Mom had seen us?”
“It’s okay, nothing happened. I couldn’t control myself after seeing your assets. Now, I can’t sleep because my dick is hard. It’s all your fault; you should rectify this.”
“Oh, you’re impossible. What are you planning now?”
“Give me the panties you’re wearing now. I won’t sleep without them.”
“No! No! You already got my bra. I’m not giving you my panties.”
“Very well. Looks like I need to get some coffee powder from your house.”
“No, don’t come to my house again. Fine, come outside. I’ll give it to you.”
Since her flat is opposite to ours, I opened my door and waited outside for a minute. She then opened her door and gave me her blue panties.
I then shoved her panties into my shorts and quickly pulled her to me and kissed her lips. She pushed me and turned away to get inside her home.
When she turned, I slapped her ass and pinched it. She said, “Aaooo!” and ran inside.
I then locked my door and went to my room. I lay on the bed and pulled out her blue panties. The panties smelled so good; the scent made my dick so hard, and I started stroking it while breathing in her panties’ scent.
As I neared my climax, I covered my dick with her panties. The cum soaked her panties, and I took a picture of it and sent it to her.
“You are so hot. Looks like I spoiled your panties :)”
“Shut up! Why did you slap my ass?”
“That was to check whether you had given me the panties you were wearing or the ones you have in your cupboard. I felt your ass, so my doubt is clarified.”
“Ohh, then why did you kiss me?”
“It’s my way of showing gratitude. You did so much for me today… so yeah, I’m grateful. That’s what the kiss was for.”
“Stop fooling around. I’m not your girlfriend.”
“You’re correct. I should apologize for my mistakes. I went overboard. Let me beg your forgiveness by licking your sweet pussy. Punish me by cumming in my mouth while I lick your pussy. Ahh.”
“Oh, shut up, will you? I’m not that innocent. No way I’m letting you touch my pussy, let alone lick it.”
“Haha, will you bet then?”
“Bet what?”
“If I lick your pussy, will you give me a blowjob?”
“Oh my! That’s not happening at all.”
“You’re afraid, I guess.”
“Why would I be? Alright, I accept your bet.”
And for the next couple of days, we were busy with our lives. I hid her underwear in a closet and used to smell the bra’s scent to cum before sleeping.
I saw her on the terrace drying her clothes. I then hid beside the wall in a closed space under a shade. I opened YouTube on my phone and played cat sounds through the speaker.
She thought it was a real cat meowing and came toward the wall. When she came near me, I pulled her inside and covered her mouth.
“It’s me, Roshan. Don’t shout!”
“What are you doing? Leave me alone.”
I then started to fondle her left boob and took my other hand inside her t-shirt, feeling her belly button. She was moaning and trying to free herself from my hands.
“Leave me alone. Someone might see.”
“You’re worried because someone will see… so it’s okay if no one sees us?”
“Ahh, umm… stop fondling my boobs. When did I say that? Umm… let me go, please.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go. Allow me to finger your pussy once.”
I was fondling her bare boobs now. They felt like a soft sponge.
“No, just let me go, umm… I don’t want to lose the bet.”
“The bet was about sucking your pussy, not fingering it. So just allow me to mess with your pussy.”
“Okay… just once.”
Then I started touching her pussy through her panties. Her panties became wet, and I rubbed her pussy through them. I then slid my hand into her panties and cupped her crotch.
Her pussy was freshly shaved, and I slid a finger into it. She then crossed her legs and started moaning. I quickly pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and she felt a shockwave through her body.
Covering her modesty with my hand made my dick rock hard, and I started dry humping her.
“Ahhh, ummm, ahhh, ahhh, stop it! What’s happening? Let me go!”
Seeing her in such a vulnerable state made me excited.
“Call me daddy. Beg me… and I’ll let you go,” I said.
She started biting her lips and moaning heavily. I finger-fucked her slowly and then increased my pace. I kissed her neck and gave her love bites. Her left hand was pulling my hair, and her right hand was holding my hand, which was covering her pussy.
“Daddy, please, ahh, I might cum soon! Ahh, Daddy, please leave me. Someone will see. Ahh, umm, Daddy!!!!!”
I removed my fingers before she hit her orgasm. I turned her toward me and kissed her lips. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, and we kissed passionately for a minute. I then released her from my grip and let her go. I saw a visible disappointment on her face. I came back to my home.
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