Previous Part: My Journey from PPT to Pussy Worship – Part 2
I met Priya, 25, who is a young, sharp, and horny-minded girl. She picked me for a one-night stand! What followed was an affair where the AI prompt engineer (Priya) punished the consultant’s dick (yeah, that’s me!).
Chapter 4: The All-Night Feast, where I was Denied the Dessert!
We were at the Bangalore Shack for a perfect dinner date. The bill arrives, and I reach for my wallet like a true gentleman.
Priya: (playfully slapping my hand) Oye! Remember what I said? It’s my treat, you dumbass. I got this!
The waiter handed her the bill. She paid, and we left, hand in hand. We were waiting outside for the cab to go back to her dorm.
Priya: (drunk talking) I have your billing captured in pussy-licking hours this afternoon (sounded like a typical HR). So, I paid for you. Tonight is the night, I spoil you. (winks). The real bill comes due in my bedroom (giggles).
The cab arrived. In the entire 20 min cab ride, Priya holds my arm tight, leaning on it. She is so drunk that she would need subtitles to talk! Her eyes half open, speaking gibberish and then giggling. Though I didn’t understand any of her words, she looked very cute.
We reach her dorm and unlock the door. Saroj’s bedroom door is locked, but we can hear her moans outside, though. She’s getting railed rough and hard!
Priya: (giggling) Looks like Saroj is enjoying it.
We got into Priya’s room, and she locked the door. I keep some condoms ready besides her pillow. Lights off. We undress in seconds!
We get under the sheets. I start kissing her everywhere. Forehead, lips, and we got tongue deep. Her tongue is very long and flexible, as if she’s a fucking reptile.
She licked the depths of my mouth, tickling me on the inner side of my cheeks and giggling during the act. Pure cuteness! I got to taste a residue of the champagne she had. Then I moved to her neck, collarbone, and she moaned hard as if she got to experience heaven for a while!
Then I got down to those perfect, firm, and round titties. I suck and lick her boobs hard, bite just enough to make her gasp. Then I move lower. Belly, navel, hips, inner thighs, all regions conquered!
Me: Shit, my mouth is now as dry as a desert!
Priya: (laughing) Poor you. (Gasps) Don’t stop, keep going!
I licked her feet, tasting her toes, and she felt ticklish.
Priya: (laughing) Pratty asshole, stop tickling my feet!
She then aggressively flipped me to the other side and said that it was her turn. She planted kisses starting from my face and went down my chest, moved her lips over my cock, barely touching it, and teased me by breathing hot air on its head, all this with an evil smile!
Priya: Not yet. You will have to earn it (laughs).
She crawled upwards on my body to get the pack of condoms beside the pillow. She tore it off with her teeth and applied it to my erect dick. Pure royal treatment! She looked at me with a wicked smile while applying the condom.
She then guided my dick into her pussy. Teased me by rubbing it at the opening for some time and finally inserted it. She makes a strong forward thrust and moans hard. I feel wet and hot down. Starts riding me with slow back-and-forth thrusts at first, then goes into circles.
Her face during the act? A treat to watch, arousing me even further! Eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open, breathing uneven. Looked sexy as hell, lusty expressions!
For a while, she closed her eyes, and her breathing got deep. It looked as if she were meditating. Thrusting continued. She used her hands to move her hair strands backwards as they were falling on her face repeatedly.
Then she tied her hair into a bun so that they don’t come in between. It’s a treat to the eyes to watch this while fucking. Her clean, lickable armpits surfaced even more prominently!
Ten minutes in, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I cum hard, moaning as I release my juices. Priya continued riding slowly, though. Her face is now getting angry, and she talks to me, grinding her teeth.
Priya: Pratty, you bastard! How the fuck did you finish so soon? You’ll have to compensate me now! Lick my clit till I forget your name.
Pratty: Yes, ma’am!
I comply with her demands almost instantly! She crawls ahead and sits on my face. My tongue dives into her cum-filled pussy, her juices getting into my mouth.
I sucked her swollen clit for a solid half an hour. She grinds on my face until she explodes. She squirted straight down my throat. Then forced me to show her load lingering on my tongue. Then orders me to gulp it down. I am now sweating hard!
Priya: (profusely panting) Break time! (Lights a cigarette), Want to take a drag?
I take it. We share a smoke like some post fuck ritual.
This cycle repeats three to four more rounds with breaks in the entire night. I pound her so deep, her tits bounce vigorously. Ass cheeks are shaking with every thrust. Her moans filled the room and beyond as if they were now competing with Saroj’s.
During all this, I constantly beg for the one blowjob I’ve fantasised about for too long. I hopelessly wanted to mouth fuck her, see her gagging and then my cum slowly drips from the side of her lips.
Me: Come on, Priya, just once! Wrap your sexy lips around my dick. Please!
Priya: (teasing) Earn it. Lick my ass first!
She lies down flat on her stomach. Her ass was held slightly up as if it were some trophy. I spread her ass cheeks only to see her asshole looking at me, laughing at my difficult situation.
My tongue circles the outside, and then I move in. I probe deep inside. It tasted musky and then became gross and humiliating, but her moans acted as my filthy encouragement to continue.
My tongue travels the path from her clit to her asshole, leaving her moaning and begging for more. In a while, she cums again from the ass-licking alone, looking satisfied.
Pratty: I hope that was great. Now give me what I deserve, babe! Please suck my dick! Please!
I was literally begging. She again went close to my dick, licked the head once and then tried to mouth it. She teased me by exhaling warm air on it and then quickly withdrew.
Priya: I can’t do it. I’ve decided blowjobs are only for the man I spend the rest of my life with! If you want this, leave your complicated relationship with your wife and come to me. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ll stop seeing other men for my sex-adventures and drain you several times a day inside my mouth, you won’t even have to ask for it! I promise!
Her words felt like a hard punch on my balls. I agreed to leave my hopes. I can’t tell if I actually sparked something in her for real or if she was pretending. Or maybe she was testing my desperation meter, like how far would this sad consultant chase his urge for oral sex?
She crawls on top of me. Not for sex, to lie there. She placed her head on my chest like a kid who has just finished a pile of candies and passed out from a sugar coma!
Priya: (sweet, sleepy mumbling) pratty, move your hand… caress my back. Run your fingers through my hair!
I do it. Her skin is silk-smooth. Having her sleeping on top of me, that skin-to-skin contact, arouses me. After some time, I leak a few drops of cum onto her thigh. But thank God she doesn’t wake.
She snores softly, drools a little pool on my chest that dries grey overnight. Deep sleep hits us both.
After a few hours, I wake briefly and start caressing again. She turns to the other side, murmurs inaudibly in sleep. We sleep till noon. I open my eyes to see Priya is awake, propped on her elbow, watching me with her usual ear-to-ear smile.
Me: (startled) Shit, do I look funny? Like a drool monster?
Priya: You looked cute sleeping. Like a teddy bear with morning wood (giggles).
She leans in, kisses me deep. I withdrew.
Me: Wait, my morning breath won’t taste good.
Priya: I don’t care. If we wait to freshen up and then continue, you’ll lose your morning wood, and I’ll lose my urge to fuck. Don’t waste time!
This desperation was ultimate! Her mouth is unbrushed. It tastes of stale cigarettes, a ghost of champagne from last night, but electrifying.
Priya: Want another round?
Me: Fuck yes!
She climbs on top again. Out of excitement, I forgot to slip on a condom. Sex just after waking up is different.
It’s lazy, deep, and lasts way longer. I make her cum, and I drain my load deep inside her. We are both panting and sweaty as if we just had a long morning jog.
Priya: (winks, panting) See? Beauty of morning wood. We lasted longer than yesterday!
It was an amazing night, but no blowjob. The one thing I craved most was denied!
We finally got up from the bed. She takes a napkin to wipe off my cum dripping off her cunt, there’s some of it splattered on her thigh, and she cleans that too.
She spots my tee from last night lying on the floor. She wears it. It’s ultra-loose for her and up to her mid-thigh.
Priya: So comfortable! Never felt this free down there. No need to wear any panties! (chuckles)
Amidst the mess we created in the room last night, there were my boxers lying. She asks me to wear them. Then holds my hand and pulls me into the bathroom outside.
I think of shower sex, my stamina just took a holiday. But no. We’re just brushing teeth standing side-by-side, mirror chats in sign language (since our mouths are full of toothpaste foam) followed by giggles.
I hug her from behind and press my half-hard dick against her ass.
Priya: (feeling tickled, laughing) Pratty, you son of a bitch, knock it off!
We head to the living room. Saroj is sitting on the couch in a long tee, just like Priya, with a happy glow on her face.
Priya to Saroj: Did you guys have a good night?
Saroj: (shyly nodding) 10/10. He’s a beast!
Priya: Where’s your guy?
Saroj: He’s in the kitchen, cooking brunch for me.
Priya explains to me about their tradition that follows the hookup night. Guys cook brunch for the queens. At the same time, the queens update each other on every detail of the night.
Priya: (to me) Join him in the kitchen.
I walk in, shocked to see Arjun. He’s also in boxers, just like me. Already flipping eggs.
Me: Arjun?
Arjun: Hey, Pratty, we meet again. It’s a small world indeed! I found Saroj on a dating app. We matched for a one-nighter. Everything clicked well.
Me: Sorry about the app talk before.
Arjun: Nah, fine. Just don’t share hookup stories at work. Or even mention the bot. We’re good then!
We cook. He makes omelettes, and I act as his assistant, beating eggs. Office gossip flows in our conversations.
We laugh like schoolboys meeting after decades. Then, the girls barge in.
Saroj: You two know each other?
Arjun: We’re colleagues, actually. First face-to-face this off-site. Catching up on office dirt. (Gives me a high-five)
Then we all sit in the living room and enjoy our breakfast.
Saroj: (Explains further about their hook-up tradition) We get to keep your tee as a medal. If you were good in bed, which you both actually were, we would give our panties from last night.
This leads us to a comic ceremony. Saroj hands Arjun her worn panties from last night. Priya gives me hers. It’s the same one she wore when we went to the Bangalore Shack. It is musky and damp, filthy and nasty.
We sniff them. Girls get excited.
Priya: (to Saroj) Aww, these guys already know the drill!
Leads to a laughter riot! Saroj captured this moment in a memorable selfie.
I fly back home and unpack not just my bag but also some sexy memories. Priya’s sweat-soaked panties lay as a souvenir in my backpack. We’re still in touch, though.
There’s still a heartache for that denied blowjob!
The end!