Previous Part: My Journey from PPT to Pussy Worship – Part 1
While giving the girl a long but passionate, slow yet timed tongue kiss down in the front was still acceptable, the thought of doing the same at her back door made me almost vomit, but after years of no action, I hit ‘Accept’.
I packed for Chennai with fantasies of her deepthroating me in return for the favours I’m doing for her.. thinking that’s the least she could do!
Chapter 3: My roster was scheduled for some under-the-table duty
The off-site morning, which is the day after the DJ night, felt like a hangover we didn’t sign up for. We woke up to an announcement that we have 30 mins to freshen up and reach the meeting hall.
Big boss kind of vibes, I know, right? Everyone freshened up and walked like a herd of sheep!
Why did they call us? For team building activities: sucking ping-pong balls up with a paper straw from one basket, then moving them to another. More balls transferred mean more points. Team bonding? My ass!
Who invented this ape shit? I felt like it was less team spirit and more deep-throat practice for the new girls who were in for another session with their bosses later tonight!
If you’ve ever watched the Marathi reality show, you know, the one where a certain host barges into aunties’ homes and pulls them into hilarious challenges for winning sarees, those games look like pure gold in comparison to this ape shit!
Then followed fake applause during rewards and recognitions, town halls where leadership talks about revenue generated, new projects, giving the big picture that we’re doing great. On the other hand, they pretend as if layoffs aren’t coming!
We then dispersed for the fun part – adventure sports. I kayaked like a drunk walrus on the resort lake, while my brain was on one thing: Priya’s dorm address waiting to come as a text on TelliGram. I was counting minutes like days, resembling a prisoner waiting for bail.
Night two repeats the sexy madness. More managers vanishing into rooms with junior girls for bonus discussion (or boners discussion – whatever you’d call that).
My roommate and I go back to our rooms, ranting about how people stoop down for promotions. It wouldn’t be wrong if I said that girls literally trade pussy for dashboards, and my roommate laughed at it in agreement.
Just then, I got a text from Priya on TelliGram, it was her address! I barely slept that night, my mind playing Priya’s whisper in my ear like some ASMR audio on repeat.
The next morning, everyone takes their flight back home. I made up shit about visiting a distant relative, and I took a cab to run to Priya’s dorm in Chennai.
I’m standing at the door, palms sweaty, dick with nerves twitching, I ring the doorbell. The door swings open. It’s not Priya, though.
This curvy, pear-shaped goddess is in a light green, tight-sleeved nightgown. Short enough that her thick thighs are on full display, fabric sticking to every curve on her skin. Her breasts are boxy and heavy, nipples poking through. I scan her head to toe like a pervert, then go back.
Me: Uh, sorry, I think I’m in the wrong place.
I turn to leave. She grabs my wrist with a firm grip and talks with a thick South Indian accent.
Saroj: You must be Pratty. I’m Saroj, Priya’s roommate. Come in, da.
Confused, I step inside. She hands me a blue mocktail, and I take a seat on a couch.
Saroj: Priya is in an office meeting online. Sunday work, you know how it is, da. You’re here for the hookup, right? (giggles wickedly) Don’t worry, I know everything. You’ll have fun. We do this every weekend, da.
One half of my mind rings a bell; it’s curious for a threesome. The other half tells me I’m scammed to the wrong place, and I need to run. Just then, Priya comes out of her room, hugs me so tight her boobies press against me.
Priya: Finally! Don’t be awkward. Relax.
She gives me the grand tour of her cute little two-bedroom dorm and then points to the bathroom.
Priya: Freshen up. Then we start (Winks).
I do as she says and go back to her room. She locks the door. AC is blasting as it comes directly from the North Pole. She pulls down her sweat pants; there are no panties. Her clean-shaven pussy stares back at me. Thighs are thin, yet curvy.
Priya: Afternoon till evening, you’ll eat my pussy. If you’re good, only then will we go further, or you never see my face again. Deal? And, maybe dinner will be my treat, only if you make me cum hard enough to see heaven for a while. Sit under the desk.
I placed myself conveniently under the table. She pulls her chair up, spreads her legs, and places her moist cunt right at my face level.
Priya: Lick as long as you can. You can take breaks in between and massage my legs in those breaks. Most importantly, when I cum, swallow every drop and show me the proof on your tongue. Understand?
This was just a short teaser of her female domination. I dive in like a sex-starved man. Tongue lapping vigorously, experiencing the salty-sweet taste flooding my mouth. I trace the depths of her pussy, suck her clit gently. I saw that she was typing on her laptop, appearing unaffected at first.
Twenty minutes in, her breathing becomes fast.
Priya: Deeper Pratty… suck my clit harder. You’re not taking much effort!
Ten more minutes in, her thighs clamp my head like a bench vice at a mechanical engineering workshop. Her hand violently grabs my hair, pulling it slightly.
Priya: Don’t you fucking pull away. Drain every drop, or I’ll slap that pretty face of yours!
She probably said that while grinding her teeth, but that, too, was arousing. We’re getting somewhere with this domination kink!
She moaned and then squirted. Hot, gushing flood straight into my mouth. Bitter, salty, tangy explosion. I gag, and some trickles out of my nose. Coughing, eyes watering.
Priya: Don’t you dare spit. Open your mouth. Show me.
I open my mouth wide cum pools on my tongue like some soup.
Priya: Good boy. Now swallow!
She said that as if I were her slave and she had full authority over me. I gulp it. I felt like puking, but she wouldn’t allow me to get up. I am shivering in the blasting AC, yet sweating. My dick is painfully hard in my pants. Taste feels gross at first, but becomes wickedly addictive by Priya’s third orgasm.
This goes on for three fucking hours!
Short breaks to breathe, then I get my tongue back inside her. In between the acts, I massaged her thighs and feet. She came like a whopping five times total! Each one is harder, bitterer, tangier and wetter than the previous time.
By the last one, I’m moaning into her pussy, grinding my face, loving the way she shakes and floods me.
By shakes, I literally mean it! Like the last orgasm was legendary. She was shivering as if she had an epilepsy attack (no offence intended to epilepsy patients). With that shivering, I felt like I was actually able to make her see the stars in heaven. Fingers crossed!
This entire ordeal, it started gross but ended awesome! It’s evening, and she closes her lap.
Priya: Freshen up. Use mouthwash. You deserve a nap. You just tongue-fucked me for hours!
I collapsed on her bed, in deep sleep instantly. I find myself napping for close to an hour. When I woke up, I found Priya with her same cute ear-to-ear smile that made my day worth it!
Priya: Get up, Pratty! You made me so happy. Dinner’s on me. Get ready in 15 minutes.
She slips into a short red backless body-hugging dress. Its ultra-deep neckline barely contains her tits, red stilettos, and red lipstick.
Me: Holy fuck, you’re looking like some lethal weapon!
We go to this new place called the Bangalore Shack. Probably like a piece of Bangalore in Chennai. It’s all about dim lights, soft live music, and cool vibes.
We get seated. A waiter comes to take our orders.
Priya: Waiter… I’ll have a glass of champagne. And Pratty, what would you like? Everything is on me!
Pratty: I don’t drink.
Priya: Don’t be shy, dear. It’s our night. Feel free.
Pratty: I’m serious, Priya, I really don’t!
I look at the mocktail menu and order the first thing I see – a mojito. The waiter leaves, and then another one keeps darting over to our table with barbecued starters.
We continue our discussions softly amidst the live comfortable music.
Priya: You ate my pussy like a pro this afternoon.
Me: My tongue is still having cramps. But it was worth it.
Priya: (laughs) I get dominating when I’m horny. Bear with me, our night is just starting (winks).
Conversation turns personal. She spills her backstory. She said she’s from a border town in North Karnataka. Which means she is a multilingual queen, knows Konkani, Marathi, and Kannada.
The village was crazy conservative. Panchayat banned girls from studying past school, working, wearing anything cute, or even owning phones.
She ran away, worked five years in a spa doing massages that were very much full-service sex. Saved every rupee, quit, finished education, and landed the job at 25. But sadly, her parents disowned her.
Pratty: If you don’t feel bad, I have a question. It’s not an obligation to reply to it. You can only reply if you’re comfortable.
Priya: Go on, Pratty. Chuck this formality. Ask me anything!
She looked at me with a sultry stance.
Pratty: nothing Priya. I’m just curious. You worked for that long at a spa. What was work like? Was it forced? And if you’re fine with it, what was your body count there?
Priya: That’s fine. The work was good, and there was no pressure. I myself opted for it, don’t ask why. The pay was good. They had a commission structure for the different extra services we provided them. As good as a rate card. I earned something close to an entry-level software Engineer. Slightly more than what I’m earning now. But in this job, I have more dignity. A very few of my customers were very rude; they spoke trash to me. Here, we get all the respect. If you talk about my body count, close to 500 may be in those five years. But I’m clean. We followed all sorts of protection and got blood tests once in three months with mandatory sponsored gynaec visits.
My jaw hits the floor!
She asks mine. I admit: married, intimacy drought, casual side action, but keeping the wife because no one loves me like her.
Priya: Complicated. But it’s your life, so it’s your call.
She leans forward. Her cleavage is on full display, tits tight, round, begging to be sucked.
Priya: (biting lip) Enough sad shit. What do you want tonight? How are you gonna devour me? I’m not sleeping till 4 a.m. You’d better stay awake until then (winks).
Me: Multiple rounds. Breaks. Then skin-to-skin cuddling like meditation till we pass out.
Priya: Perfect. That’s my idea of a perfect hook-up, too.
We head back to her dorm, tension thick enough.
Stay tuned for the next part. Please comment if you’ve liked this or hit me up at [email protected].