Hey everyone, my name is Rizwan (name changed). I am 19 years old.
I was born in a really strict family in a small town of Uttar Pradesh, and I am not that social; I like to stay home. I have already passed junior college and now waiting for results. Just to prepare for the CUET test, I moved to Delhi.
So now, my experience starts from here.
First, let me tell you about my body: I am 6ft tall with fair skin, and my weight is not that high – it’s around 69 kg. I have some great body muscles. I used to go to the gym a year back.
So here we go: As soon as I reached Delhi, I was amazed by the number of chubby ladies we have in India; they were like 10/10. So, one day, after sorting all my stuff, I went out at night to CP. I was standing there, buying something from a street vendor, and a woman approached me. She was like 35-40 and said, “Are you a gigolo?”
I said, “Huh? What is that?”
Then her face turned red as the vendor was looking at her; I don’t know why at that time. After I came back home, I was just thinking about it. What did that word mean? By the way, that lady was 8 out of 10.
I first searched for it on Google, and I was amazed that something like that exists— – where you sexually use the woman and she will pay you. I was like, “What in the world is this gigolo thing?”
Now, the next day, I was disgusted by the gigolo thing. I said to myself that I will never go to CP again. After that, in the evening around 6 pm, I was heading out for a quick walk. I used to live on the 5th floor, and on the 3rd floor, I saw that lady again. I don’t know why, but I was tense after seeing her. I went back upstairs.
Later that day, my sister, who used to live with me, told me we had nice neighbors here. I was in my mind like, “Hn-hn.”
Later that day, at 9 to 10 pm, my sister said to me that we had our parcel lying on the 3rd floor.
“Can you get that?”
My sister was living there for 3 years; she used to have a chat with her as the lady (her name was Saima) used to live alone because her husband works in the Gulf. Now, I headed towards her apartment, and stairs by stairs, my heart was beating up like crazy. I went to her floor and saw that her apartment was locked. I was relieved.
Now, later that night, I was lying on my bed, thinking, “Why the fuck am I tensed with that whore now?” I was thinking about her body.
Let me tell you about her body: she was like 5’4 with fair skin. Her boobs were like if I got my head in between her boobs, my head would not be visible. I masturbated that night.
The next day, my sister left for her college, and I started studying. Now, later in my mind, I went into that ocean of thoughts again. Now, I fantasized about Saima from last night like an early teen. I decided to get both the parcel my sister told me to pick and the other for me. 🙂
I went downstairs and knocked on the door. Saima opened the door. I saw she was without a dupatta on her. Her boobs were like massive melons. I told her that I was the brother of XYZ.
“She told me to get the parcel from you.”
She was acting normal, like we had never met. I got the parcel and went upstairs. After that, I masturbated again.
The next day was Sunday, and on Sunday, Saima used to hang out with my sister. She came and started talking with my sis. Later, my sister said, “I have to go for now…”
But tea was on the stove, so my sis told me to give her tea and biscuits.
“I have to go out urgently.”
I don’t know how to explain the way I was feeling that day; it was like I was on heavy drugs. I gave her a cup of tea and biscuits and sat with her. She asked me, “What are you studying?”
I told everything. After some basic questions that every adult asks, she said, “Forget that CP incident; it was just a misunderstanding.”
My face was like a red tomato. She said, “Can we be friends?”
I hesitantly said, “Friends… ok.”
She invited me to her place and told me that she could help me with the studies. After some conversations, she left.
The next day, I went to her place. She was wearing a green dress, and she looked like a porn star. Now, I started studying there, and she gave me some questions to work on. After that, she went to the bath. After that, I was looking at her wardrobe. I was fighting with my thoughts not to touch it, but I let my indulgent thought win.
I opened the wardrobe and started looking for her bra. I got one into my hand and started sniffing it. Later, I got it into my book bag. She came to the room after bathing. She was wearing the same green nightie, which was fully wet. Her boobs and nipples were visible, and they were like half an inch.
The floor was wet because her hair was dripping water. She checked my question, and she was going outside and fell on the floor. She screamed, “Shsh ahh.”
I started picking her up with her hand, but she was too heavy to do that by herself. So, I got behind her and started lifting from her back. My hands were under her boobs. I felt she was not wearing anything under it. My dick got hard. Picking her was very hard. Her body was sleek, and her boobs got in the way, helping to get a grip on her body.
Somehow, I got her to the bed. My dick sometimes poked her while lifting. Later, I asked her, “Where is the Iodex?”
She replied, “At that place.”
I got it out and asked her to apply it to her. She said she couldn’t as she had an injury on her back. She asked me to help her. I started turning her around, and she lifted her dress. She was not wearing anything below her nightie; she was naked. I started applying the ointment.
Later, she screamed, “Ahh! Shs!”
I started rubbing her. She fully laid down. I was looking at her pussy; it was dripping with liquid. I wanted to lick it. I also got naked and poked my dick inside her.
She said, “Shhh.”
I started stroking my dick inside her. She started making very slow sex sounds. Her pussy was very tight. I think she didn’t get a dick for months. I did that for 10 mins and cummed on her back. After doing so, I left the place without cleaning.
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