How talented you are, unless you put the effort into the field, it’s useless. Be daring. Most of them are waiting for a chance. When you approach, they’ll surrender. All are kinky and filthy like us. What you are going to read is my story, which rewarded me with the best moments.
It was evening, around 3 p.m.I was bored and was having some random thoughts. Slowly, they shifted to sexual thoughts. I could see that I was rising and forming a tent in my night pants.
Always my wife was there to satisfy my needs. I’m hyperactive when it comes to sex. Our marriage is an arranged marriage. We made love three times a week.
What my wife didn’t know was my past, and I’m a master, dominant guy. It’s been 2 years. She loves to be loved, and it’s always vanilla sex.
I hinted a couple of times if she wanted to be dominated or if she had any thoughts about dominating me. She had a big no.
My wife went to attend a medical conference in Hyderabad.
I was browsing my WhatsApp to find any contacts for erotic chat. I texted my ex-colleague Cia.
Me: Hi, wassup. How’s life?
Cia: All good, ya, how about you? Anything urgent? I’ll text after an hour of having a team meeting.
Me: Sure, I just casually texted.
Cya: Later, bye.
Then I was looking through my gallery and ogling at my wife’s hot pictures. There was a picture of my wife and her sister. Taken before her marriage.
Until the second I saw this picture, I never had any bad intentions toward my sister-in-law. She had the posture of a submissive slave. I’m still not sure if it’s my mind thinking in the wrong way because I am horny or if she is really submissive.
She was 6 years younger than my wife. Currently, she’s 19 and doing her 2nd year MBA from a top college in the city.
How to find out this? There’s just one way. It’s to text her and let her know. But I’m in my late 20s, and she’s in her late teens. It would be a big problem if I got caught.
I couldn’t leave it as it was. I am not ready to quit before tasting such a young body. In my late teenage and early 20s, I was more into MILF’s. Now I want to try the young ones.
So I decided to text her anonymously on another app ****.
I knew she used the famous chat app for her study purposes. I texted her with a fake name. Below is the conversation (dear readers, email me if you became wet or masturbated before finishing the story). Have fun.
Me: Hi Muffins
5 minutes went by, and there was no response from her, so I texted her again, “Hello.”
Still no response.
Me: (Sent her a random picture of an olive-coloured panty) You’ll look good in this, submissive.
She: WTF, who the hell are you? You don’t get reported. Go away.
She blocked me. I cursed myself and wondered if I had taken the wrong step. I was detached, so I took a nap. I was watching a Netflix series. Around 7 p.m., I received a notification in the app. When I opened it, I was shocked to see the message from her.
Veena: I unblocked you two hours ago. Why didn’t you text me?
Me: You blocked me, and remember, a master doesn’t beg the slave or go behind her.
Veena: I have a few questions.
Me: You need to ask permission before asking. Ask it again.
Veena: Chuck it, Perv, bye.
I know I played the moves correctly. She will come to me if she’s submissive.
After 10 minutes:
Veena: Sir, I have a few questions. Can I ask for it, please?
Me: Go on.
Veena: Have we spoken before? How do you know me?
Me: I don’t think it’s necessary. Just take the pleasure for now.
Veena: But…
Me: No, but… Fine, I’ll let you ask 3 questions. Use it wisely.
Veena: (after 5 minutes): 1- Why should I believe you?
Me: Because there’s no perfect master than me.
Veena: 2 -What’s your age?
Me: Much older than you.
Veena: 3- Give me one reason to trust you. Except that, I’m a sub, and you are Master.
Me: It will be the best memory of your life and the experience you get. Above all, I like you as a person and love your character. Now answer me this: When was the last time you touched yourself?
She said, “I guess it’s better if we stop talking.”
Me: That’s not the answer! But if I ask the same question after 10 minutes, you’ll be answering, ‘5 minutes back.’
She said, “Don’t think so highly of you.”
Me: Answer this bitch. What’s your lingerie colour today?
She said, “Master, please don’t call me Bitch. It makes me lose my consciousness and surrender to you. It’s black, Master.”
Me: So you always wear the same colour, or today is some special day? Were you ready to spread your legs to someone whore?
She: Not always, Master. Today, I got Brazilian wax done. So I was admiring myself in front of the mirror and wanted to see myself in black.
Me: Send me a photo of your legs below the knees.
She said, “How can I trust some elder guy who calls himself Master? What if it goes wrong?”
Me: I agree. I love your talks, but I am not a fool to risk myself. If you were here, I would slap you. Fucking get lost, bitch. If you don’t trust Master, then there’s no need for us to chat further.
She said, “Fine, goodbye, Master. You should learn to gain my trust and then make me surrender to you. Just bossing won’t work. It shows male chauvinism.”
Me: You know well, I’m married, we are from the same city. Talking like this to a stranger will lead to the end of my career and put me behind bars. Still, do you think I’m a male Chauvinist? Fine, fuck off. I have my wife spread her legs to me anytime. It’s goodbye time.
She said, “Sorry, Master, for making you angry. I guessed you were married. I know it’s inappropriate, but when you mentioned you have a wife, I felt kinky. But I couldn’t resist myself. As you said, I’m touching myself. Please accept me as your slave.”
She sends a picture of her legs. I guess she was lying on the sofa. She removed her panty halfway to her knee, lifted her legs upside down, and sent her picture.
Me: This is the reason I love you, bitch. Imagine me doing this to you, and I will order you to play with yourself.
Me: I want to hold you tight and spank you hard until your cheeks turn red, and I want to kiss them.
Me: Then I unhooked your blouse and then removed your petticoat. You are always my fantasy woman, with only the black bra and black panty on her.
Me: You lay on the bed as I kissed and tickled your whole body. You let out soft moans. I started fingering your pussy by inserting my fingers in your panty.
Me: You removed your bra in ecstasy as I squeezed your boobs and sucked your nipples. I could not control it now and removed your panty. I inserted my dick in your pussy.
Me: I started fucking you in a missionary position while squeezing your boobs. Then I lifted you, holding your buttocks, and started squeezing your ass cheeks and ramming your pussy. You’re enjoying yourself as you let out soft moans.
Me: Now I asked you to ride me like a cowgirl, and you obliged by riding me. I laid on my back with the full view of your bouncing breasts while pushing my dick inside your pussy.
Me: You took my hands and put them on your breasts. I squeezed your big boobs, and you’re giving me fantastic sensual pleasure.
She said, “Master, are you for real? I never had such a wonderful orgasm in my life. I was out of this world for a few seconds. I surrender to you, Master, no matter what the world says or thinks. I’m fucking least bothered about it. I’m all yours. I want to meet you now, Master, My Master, and kiss your foot.”
That’s just the ending of part 1.
In the next parts: Will I get to fuck Cia? How long will the hide-and-seek continue?
Wait for a few more weeks, or you could text me at [email protected].