Hey there, I am Sri, 33 M, 5 ft 11 inches, and I fancy a decent 7-inch curved, veiny dick. This incident is less than 1 year old; it happened last December.
The slut in my real-life experience, let’s call her Ridha (of course, I won’t give you her real name). She is 30 years old and 5 feet 3 inches tall, and she wears glasses. She keeps her hair in a bob cut, and she’s very petite with tiny boobs, olive nipples, and an ass worth remembering. And yeah, that’s true. Lean and short girls are always horny.
We matched on Bumble and ended up chatting after 6 months. She was actually hot in the images with the right style of modern dressing and had a thing for yoga. She is a beautician and makeup artist.
However, when I met her, I thought she was a piece of meat covered in a black shawl head to toe, but it was so tight that her petite body hugged it and her plump ass also held its shape nicely.
I asked her if she drinks, to which she said absolutely not, but she does smoke occasionally. I ended up having 2 beers, and she was not drinking, but we both were sharing a few drags from a couple of cigarettes I had rolled.
I am a trained counselor and therapist. This actually made it easier, and we connected well in the concept of how lust functions amongst men and women.
Turns out, she is one nympho slut who just loves to suck dicks and told me all about her past experiences and her love for deep-throating, but is always the quiet and silent one at home. This gave me space to share my kinks about spit-roasting and doing standing 69 positions, balcony dares, and commando fetish.
Gradually, as the conversations got steamier, I asked her, “Have you ever tried an uncut lund?” Her eyes grew wide inside the glasses. This increased my arousal as well.
As we were discussing more and more, a bulge formed in my shorts, and I noticed her observing it and blushing. She, out of the blue, excused herself to the bathroom.
I was aroused as fuck and couldn’t control myself. So, I immediately took off my shorts and underwear and started shagging my erection.
She didn’t come out for a long time. I guessed that it’s difficult for her to remove and put on her attire. My suspicion grew, and also my hunger for her pussy.
I hatched a plan to bang her that day no matter what. I heard the bathroom door latch, and I deliberately kept my undies out and wore my shorts directly.
She came out looking flush for some reason; I didn’t ask why, and I offered to crush for one more cigarette, and she said yes.
As I was crushing, she opened her mouth, “You know, my first BF had an uncut lund, so an uncut lund was my first. He is the one who taught me how to do deep-throating.”
I was listening to all this and just patiently crushing and rolling.
We finally lit the cigarette, and as we were taking drags, watching out the window, I couldn’t help but get more turned on looking at her standing next to me in her attire, smoking in finesse and giving me side smiles.
I slowly moved behind her and stood close to her, saying, “I want to see your cute haircut once. Can I remove the hijab, please?” and I placed my left hand on her forehead from behind her, pulling off the hijab pins.
She didn’t say anything but came a step back to help me take it out better. I grabbed this golden chance to touch my erection to her cute, plump ass, and I slowed my hand movements because my hips had started to do its work.
She felt my erection and took a few steps back, pressing herself and my dick to my belly. And in one shot, she turned towards me, leaving the hijab in my hand.
She gazed into my eyes without blinking and looked down at my bulge and asked, “You sure you can handle me?”
Though I was sure then, the next moment, we were at each other’s throats, holding and kissing each other’s lips in full vigor. My hands found the zip to her attire on the back, and I pulled it down all the way to her butt cheeks. That’s when I realized why she was late in the bathroom.
Inside her burkha, she had only her kurti and pasties on her nipples, and she had removed her panties and kameez and worn the burkha directly. This literally gave me goosebumps looking at her raw sexual energy.
Her hands went straight to my shorts, and she started undoing the button and gave a death grip to my hard dick. I couldn’t hold back and moaned hard into her mouth. She laughed as she sucked my lower lip and moved to kiss my neck and bite my shoulder.
I was losing it and wanted to feel how the rest of her impressive body was. I slid the gown off her shoulder, and it dropped to the ground gracefully, leaving her only in a short top kurti.
She dropped my shorts in equal passion and started to shag my dick in a slutty way, looking at my face and my dick occasionally, pulling my ballsack down.
After I caught my breath, I pulled her into a tight hug and started to maul her ass and spread the cheeks, running my finger between her tiny butt hole and moist pussy. She continuously made low moaning noises every time my finger went from her clit to her ass.
I could feel her left leg getting wetter and sloppier cuz she was quite the dripper. I couldn’t take it anymore; I wanted to taste her. I lifted her arm and pulled her kurti apart from her body in one shot. She just had her pasties on her nips.
I undid my shirt and smiled at her as she was pulling the pasties and keeping it safe. I smirked at her and asked, “Ready?” and lifted her upside down as we stood, and I attacked her pussy and asshole in one shot.
“AAAAAAHHHH!!!! SSSSSSS… Sri wtf! umph”
I just shoved my hard cock, which was near her face, and she guided it into her mouth. It was by far the hottest moment for both of us, and she was going fully sloppy on my dick. I ate her for what felt like eternity. She had just peed, and the light smell of piss was turning me on so much!!!!
I then threw her on the bed and lit a smoke. She started to crawl to the edge of the bed near the balcony window, where I stood to smoke. She lightly took my dick in her mouth and was just sucking on the head.
The horny bitch looked at me in a slutty way, nibbling my dick head, pulling my balls, making me miss my breath in between. She also took a few drags. I pulled 2 drags of smoke and blew it on her face and bent over, slapping her cute butt cheeks twice on each side.
She squirmed in sharp pain and slow pleasure. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and was smiling at me, stroking it.
“You have no inhibitions, na? Such a raw, passionate experience I’m having,” she said and took the cigarette from my hand.
“Wait for it, baba… I have more in stock for you,” and I turned her to the mirror to make her watch her expressions as I dived back into her dripping pussy.
This time I fingered her and licked till she had an orgasm. My dick was begging to be in action. I took the smoke from her, kept her in the same angle on all 4s facing the mirror, and inserted my dick into her pussy doggie style.
The first half of my dick went in 1 shot, and she jumped in pain, “Please… I’m very sensitive. Go slowly!”
I leaned over and kissed her neck, cheek, and reached her lips. My hand let go of her hips and slowly moved towards her tiny tits. I was trying my best to keep eye contact as I entered my full length inside her, seeing her face go from smile to surprise to braving a subtle length of pain mixed in pleasure.
I initially kept the strokes slow and rhythmic. And as she started to make less pain and more pleasure noises, I took it as a cue to increase my pace and threw the finished cigarette.
I smacked her ass several times when she was giving me full power bad words like, “Fuck me, you bastard! Randi banadiyana tu mujhko aaj?? Chood saale! Kya lund hai tera!! Aaaaaaah.”
I have to admit, it felt good! And I was getting more and more aggressive with her, staring at the mirror, holding her tiny hair.
Even I was saying things like, “What a pussy, babe! Your boobs might be tiny, but your ass is out of the world. Kya gaand hai yeh! Mujhe chodne se zyaada khaane ka mann kartha hai!” and I actually increased the pace of slaps I gave and started to claw her supple ass cheeks.
She literally shouted, and I stopped in concern. She came out, lay me on my back, and mounted me. She came close to my face and took my hand to her throat and made me hold it as she gyrated her hips on my hard cock.
I looked at her face without blinking eyes as she fucked me like she was on a mission, moaning and groaning. I encouraged her, “Wah! You’re a dirty lil’ slut, aren’t you…? You like to get fucked like this like a bitch in heat.”
I took my other hand, slapped her tits, and she didn’t respond much, and I slapped her face the next moment. Her sudden shock and slutty wide-eyed open-mouth moaning expression in those glasses was too much. I could feel my orgasm building.
I asked her to spit on me. She spat in my open mouth with an extended tongue, “Thu!! Saale… aise chod ki main chal nahi paaonga. Thu!! Slap me, baby. Mai aaj teri randi hoon. Chod mujhe… aur zor se… thu!!” and the spits and shouts kept continuing.
I brought her down and made her kneel in front of me, and she started to suck and shag my dick roughly, pulling my stiff balls with the other hand and going all nasty, slobbering, and spitting on my dick.
I side-walled my dick in her mouth and slapped her face a couple of times. And then she finally took it deep 3 times. My orgasm struck hard. I pulled out and sprayed my entire load on her glasses, face, and chest.
She took it all on her face like a pro and jumped into my arms as we collapsed on the bed, bathed in our pool of sweat.
We stayed like that for about 20 minutes, groping and caressing, just complimenting our slutty performances and taking the brave approach at accepting each other’s lust, fantasies, and fetishes.
She then exclaimed, “I was never lifted like that for a 69.” We both laughed, and she excused herself to the washroom again.
This time, I followed her and didn’t allow her to sit on the commode. I dragged her to the shower pit, and I sat under her for a golden shower.
She went all, “Ewwwww!!!! No no no! Please, I won’t do this.”
I was in no position to listen to her and held her by the ass and stuck my face to her wet pussy.
“Just do it, BITCH!”
Saying so, I kept licking her pussy, “Come on, baby, give me the sparkling, warm, golden shower. Mooth meri randi!”
I just stuck my face again to her clit. She moaned in a very high pitch, and I was welcomed by a warm jet of piss that she sprayed and covered my entire body.
“OMG, you are so much hornier, dirtier, and nastier compared to me. Aaah! You have no shame button inside?” She questioned as I ate her peeing pussy in all might and passion. “Lick it just like that, SRI… OMG, OMG, OMG…” She came again and started to shake under my tongue.
She shuddered, having had enough of it, and turned on the shower. We both stood under flowing water. She kneeled down on the floor and squatted to suck my cock. My left leg toe was free to engage her pussy while she sucked me under the hot water.
After I was fully hard again, I lifted her into my arms and inserted her again and fucked her in all might under the hot shower.
As I ploughed her pussy, she had a very slutty and hot expression locked onto her face, which she played along with by kissing my lips, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ooooh, you pervert, you’re killing me, aaaaaaah!” and her moaning in hot waters continued until we emptied the hot geyser and pretty much came back to cold water.
I came relatively sooner this time, and she jerked and milked every single drop of cum outta my dick. Phew! We both were spent and we just came back smiling to the bed. We just cuddled each other, sharing a smoke and playing music.
Later, we ordered dinner and shared. At last, got dressed, and I helped her wear the hijab and the spit and cum stained burkha. We kissed each other goodbye and promised to conduct more such lusty sessions and to always remember to celebrate lust like we did that night.
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Funny thing is that I never met her again. But we are still friends online and know that we may or may not meet again. But we created magic that we never got from any of our past lovers. I wonder if our future lovers will ever be capable of giving us that mutually satisfying shame-free release?
I love you, Ridha. It was the best encounter I got in Guwahati ever, considering I came all the way from Bengaluru.
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Thank you!