Radhika and I have been friends for 9 years. During this time, we have had all kinds of ups and downs from her having a crush on me while herself being in a relationship during college. To me, falling for her was like every guy’s best friend on earth, and her rejecting me was like a knife to the heart.
Finally, being friends again, to sexting as nothing more than friends. We never kissed until this day. On text, I had already opened up about how I am into the idea of 2 guys with a girl in a threesome.
She was so into the idea of having four hands on her body. It would send shivers down her spine just thinking about it, she admitted to me.
Hasrat, a guy she met through dating sites, soon became her first sex partner. Lucky ass mf. Though Radhika and I used to flirt and more occasionally, we never even kissed. And that motherfucker got his chance so easily. I was happy for my friend.
But at the same time, I was super turned on by imagining myself in that mixture. I thought the feeling and imagination would go away, but it didn’t. I mentioned it to her. She took her time to think and agreed to talk to Hasrat. Cut to a nice hotel in Aerocity where Radhika and I checked in together.
She left me awestruck by her choice of outfit that day. When I went to pick her up, I waited for 30 minutes in front of her house. She opened the door of my car and sat on the passenger seat wearing a shimmering black one-piece that ends above the midsection between her thighs.
Quarter-length sleeves that end at the middle of her forearm, revealing only half of her peacock feather tattoo. The dress had a slight puff on the shoulders, a V-shaped neckline revealing 2-3 inches of intended cleavage.
Moving her hair to one side, she showed me the same V-shape back of the dress. It looks almost as sexy as the front.
Me – Madam, you look drop-dead gorgeous.
Radhika – (blushes) Thanks, yeah, I really thought this dress was a bit extra and yet this is the one I decided to go with.
Me – Let me tell you that you choose wisely.
Radhika – Hahaha, okay then that’s sorted.
Me – Special occasion today, is it?
I say with a hint of sarcasm.
Radhika – I don’t know, man, I am having so many questions. I was almost going to ditch you guys today.
Me – Why so? Are you having second thoughts?
Radhika – No, not that, but it’s just so overwhelming just thinking about it. I cannot even process what is going to happen tonight.
Me – I guess we will find out.
I carry on driving us to the hotel. I imagine Radhika on her knees wearing that dress, with that guy and his untidily open jeans. Unbuttoned in a hurry, belt unbuckled, the jeans hanging to his waist. Radhika’s hand pulls the waistband of his briefs to reveal a girthy cock whose veins pop on the side.
I imagine Radhika choking on it, and that’s when I suddenly come back to my senses. My attention is back on the road. “You are way too excited, keep it in,” says Radhika. “What do you mean?” I ask innocently. She stays silent, I turn to her and see her pointing at my crotch, I look down as I realise that I have a boner. She laughs at my realisation. “Why don’t you say hello? As you have only ever seen one picture, ” I say to her.
“I think it’s not hard enough yet,” she says and goes on to squeeze her boobs together. To which I turn my head and then right back to the road. If I had stared a millisecond longer, we would be in trouble. My dick throbs in my pants at her action as she laughs at my misery.
While checking in, I see the staff member check her out. Not just a peek, her up and down. Her 34-32-34 figure was on show in that dress. The shine and shimmer of it did both, grab attention and throw people off about her curves. She purposefully put her hair to one side while walking in the lobby.
I absolutely loved that she enjoyed the attention. We checked in and waited for the guy. We made out, kissing and feeling each other, but I did not undress her or ruin anything on her face. I wanted her to look the way she wanted for that guy. We took a pause and prepared the vodka I had in my bag.
We downed four shots. I had a little trick I wanted to try, so I asked her to tilt her head back on the couch and sit still. She wasn’t supposed to move at all, and she did exactly that. I placed a shot glass on her boob and balanced it. Then poured myself a shot.
I placed the bottle down and used only my mouth to pick it up and gulped down the shot. She got excited about it and wanted to take a shot at my crotch. I sat with my hips relaxed, and she placed the shot glass on my jeans over the crotch. A difficult spot to balance, but she did it anyway.
Poured her shot, and that’s when the bell rang. It’s Hasrat. She got up all excited to open the door, leaving the shirt on my crotch. A precarious position for me, but I held my position. She opened the door and let him in, and he saw her first and then me.
He took a second glance at the gorgeous woman in front of him and then back at me. “What’s up with that?” he asked. “Radhika will show you,” I replied. “Actually, no,” said Radhika. She continues, “Hasrat, take the shot without using your hands and do it by crawling on the floor.”
We both look at each other in shock, and then at her as if we are waiting for her to confirm what she said. I was so turned on, I checked out Hasrat from top to bottom for a second while his eyes were glued to Radhika’s.
She breaks the short-lived silence by saying, “If you manage to take the shot, I will give you a blowjob first.” He crawls towards me; I am so turned on. I want him to suck me off. He reaches between my legs and looks at me. That sexy moment makes me flinch a bit.
But I control my hip movement. That’s when I realised, if I spill, I get the blowjob. I purposefully move my hip and spill vodka all over my crotch. “That is just cheating, Vish,” she says. “I don’t care as long as I’m the one getting a blowjob,” I say.
“Well, that’s a penalty for you, you don’t get to put a hand on me until I say so,” says Radhika. Hasrat gets up and immediately kisses her lips. He wraps his arm around her body and pulls her close as I watch in awe. His hand covers her butt and squeezes it hard.
His other hand glides up her back, finds the zip of her dress and pulls it down. The hook of her black bra is visible as he continues to cover it with his hand. Without breaking the kiss, he unhooks her bra and feels her bare back. His control over her is mesmerising to watch.
Her response was just as amazing. The girl who was nervous just an hour ago in the car was now opening their belt. I watched her undo his jeans while they kissed continuously. Once it was unbuttoned. Radhika slid her hand into his pants. She rubs his dick over his underwear.
After a few minutes of them devouring each other’s mouths, Hasrat backs up and sits right beside me on the couch. Radhika follows, kneels in front of him and pulls his dick out. She looks at it, springs out, and holds it in her left hand. She strokes it a few times, gives me a look and proceeds to take it in her mouth.
God, she looks good with that. The tip in her mouth, a twirl of her tongue on it. Takes it out and kisses the tip, lips gently touching it and then flicks her tongue around it. She looks at me again. “Show me your skills,” I whisper. She slides it in and coughs, but doesn’t let go.
She goes further and gulps his 5 inches in her and then immediately releases it. I hear the guy moan loudly. She starts jerking him off, her hand sliding on the dick really well because of her saliva. She looks at him while his head is tilted back from the sensations Radhika is giving him.
She is probably getting him close, I can tell by his reactions, and she looks determined to make him cum as she jerks faster. He feels it too and moves her hand away. Seems like he wants to last longer. She smiles and asks, “What happened, Hasrat?”
“Not so soon, madam,” he replies. He gets up and kisses her again, I imagine he could taste himself on her lips. He breaks the kiss and turns her around, and gently pulls the dress off her shoulders. She helps him by tugging on her skirt, and the dress falls on the floor. She steps out of it, takes the dress off her ankles.
She tosses it to me along with her black demi-bra. Hasrat hugs her and picks her up in his arms. He takes her to the bed and places her on the bouncy hotel bed. As far as I know, Radhika must have felt butterflies when he dropped her on the bouncy bed.
He spreads her legs by the edge of the bed, kneels, slides her panties aside and begins licking her pussy. She is clean-shaven. I watch him eat Radhika out and hear her moan. “Asshole! Come here,” Radhika yells. That’s when it hits me, I did not need any permission.
I immediately drop my vodka-soaked jeans and hop on the bed, where I remove my t-shirt. I grab both her boobs, and now, finally, my beloved best friend has two men on top of her. Four hands pleasing her as she always imagined. I straddle her chest and place my dick on her face.
She immediately licks my length. I bend forward and aim my dick at her mouth. She opens wide and takes it in for me. Her warm mouth feels like home for my dick. In no mood to give away any control, I push my dick into her mouth. Not going deep just yet, I begin moving my hips up and down.
I was driving my length in and out of her mouth. I recall all the filthy things she has ever said over text and enjoy fucking her mouth with that in mind. “Fuck her now,” I command Hasrat. He drives his dick in raw, and she doesn’t question. Has she fucked raw the last time too? The question pops into my head.
“Did you use a condom last time?” I ask Hasrat. “No,” he said. “God, she is such a slut,” I moan. I pull my dick out, she continues panting, moving up and down at the push of Hasrat’s hips. She moans as he goes faster, her eyes closed and lost in pleasure.
I place my dick on her lips again, and she opens wide and takes it. He fucks her while I fill up her mouth with my dick. Hasrat moans louder as if close, he announces and immediately after fills Radhika’s pussy with his hot cum. I get off, and Radhika gets up to get cleaned.
She visits the washroom and comes back. By that time, Hasrat sat on the sofa with his briefs on. Radhika goes to him first and kisses him. I get up and grab Radhika by the arm and pull her into a kiss. “Sit on his lap,” I command, and push her into his arms. She straddles him and he kisses her boobs.
I grab her hair and make her bend over. She sticks her ass out and stretches her legs better as I ask. I push my dick into her pussy from behind her. I fuck her hard with her hair in my fist. Increasing my pace as my feeling of dominance increases. “This is the stupid dick you like to fuck? Over mine?” I ask her.
She keeps taking it without a word. I continue with my anger, jealousy and frustration-driven fucking. Her knees start to get weak, and I make her sit on the couch beside him. Radhika’s legs in the air, I fuck her beside Hasrat, who is watching with his hand stroking himself.
“Look at your boyfriend, jerking off to us,” I tell her. Radhika reached out to grab his dick to help, but with my motions. She hasn’t the slightest idea where her hand or his dick is. Hasrat takes her hand and wraps it around his dick. Then continues to use her hand to jerk himself off.
We keep fucking while little bitch Hasrat cums on my bitch’s hand. Radhika licks cum off her hand. “Let me give you something better,” I say as I climb on top of her and provide her with my dick covered in her juices. I let her blow me for a while and then asked her to keep her tongue out.
I sprayed my cum all over her face. Some on her tongue, which she gulped down. I got off and she dozed off on the sofa. I looked at Hasrat and smiled.
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