Cleanliness is next to godliness
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A thousand erect dicks’ salute to my beloved readers. This is my first sex story on Indian Sex Stories. I have been reading stories on this website since a long time now. Many nights, I have beat my meat to the raunchy and spicy stories here and squeezed out gallons of cum from my thick organ. Now I wish to entertain my fellow readers with a story of my horny as hell friend Sekhar.
I can’t disclose the characters’ actual names since it would be an act isomorphic to fucking their privacy which will certainly force them to live like cheap whores for the rest of their lives. This sex story is told from the point of view of Sekhar (to make it more delicious). So boys, get ready with your juniors in your hands and girls, with your fingernails up your snatch ‘cause this story is gonna make you cum like an orangutan reaching climax while getting ass-fucked by a donkey.
Any Aunties, Bhabies, Housewives, grandmas, Bacchus/schoolgirls living in Bangalore having an unsatisfied cunt can go and fuck themselves and must NOT try to contact me in any way at all. Now to the story.
Hi, friends. My name is Sekhar. I am a resident of Bangalore. I live dual lives. During the day, I am a student in a prestigious college of Bangalore; who is an easygoing nerd, keeps to himself mostly and doesn’t bother a single soul BUT at night, I am a vigilante toilet cleaner who scrubs away the stains in latrines all over the city with Domex and Harpic.
This sex story is about me and my crush Divya (name changed), a student in my college. She is a petite Andhra beauty with flawless milk-white alabaster skin and long dark hair which she ties in a ponytail. Abnormally enthusiastic of badminton, she wears specs and her face is at all times contorted into a combo between a psychotic sly sulk and a peach-warm knowing smile.
Some believe that she is a vampire who is sent straight from hell to suck the blood of backward Kannadiga villagers defecating in the open while others stick to the lore that she kills her lovers and strings her badminton racquets with their pubic hair. As obsessed with cleanliness as myself, she and I constitute the Maintenance committee in my college.
I had an all-consuming lust for Divya since the first day my horny eyes fell on her supple body. I immediately went to my room and jacked off furiously to the image of me bathing her body with an entire packet of ₹ 56 Harpic hygienic jasmine toilet cleaner. The thought of the pink colored hygienic fluid dripping off her alabaster softness while she moaned my name throatily pushed me over the edge and I came like a fountain all over her Yonex Lightsaber 1500 racquet cover which I had stolen from her room.
While recovering from my wild masturbation session, I decided I had to jam my iron rod inside her delicate glove by hook or crook. My sharp toilet cleaner mind started to formulate a plan to bed this lithe psychotic beauty. Her room was on the first floor of our hostel with an attached bath, there was no way I could go and shove my Dalit cock into her keyhole and get inside her room.
She had no roommates, hence I had no chance in bargaining with somebody to get a spare key to access her room. I had to find a unique way to do this, a way which might not be obvious to the rational mind, a way which only a crooked Dalit nerd student by day and vigilante toilet cleaner by night could find.
After a lot of thinking, meditation and energizing masturbation sessions, I ultimately found a cunning way to enjoy her steaming carnal assets while safeguarding my (almost) non-existent good public image from getting tarnished.
We had two washing machines in our hostel. One’s key was with her while I had the same for another one. She generally used the machine whose key she had, so I went and checked the slots of that one. I figured that she put her clothes in the machine regularly on Friday just before dinner and took them out after having the meal. I went to her room and ensured the following dialogues:-
Me: Hey Divya! Long time no see, how have you been these days?
Divya: Hi Sekhar! I am in good shape.
Me: (thinking) Yeah, that is obvious to my eyes too.
Divya: So you had some work?
Me: Yeah, actually I happen to have given away my washing machine key to a guy and I am currently in dire need to use it. I wanted to ask you for the key of the other machine.
Divya: Oh, sure! Just a minute.
She went inside her room and fetched the key, gave it to me with a toe-curling smile and shut her door before my pervert Dalit eyes could strip her clothes away in my mind. I gave a sigh of discontentment and went to the machine room.
I quickly checked if anybody was looking and then put the key in the lock and clicked it open. I produced a packet of ₹ 76 Harpic power plus toilet leaner from my pocket and put it on the ground. Then I took out a screwdriver from my back pocket and started to open the back panel of the machine.
Once the panel was on the ground, I wasted no time and poured all of the rose flavored toilet cleaners into the back circuit which was now exposed. Then, I put the panel back, connected the machine to the power supply and switched it on. Within no time there were a few sparks and the machine broke down. I threw the Harpic packet out through the window and ran to Divya’s room with a fabricated concerned look on my face.
I knocked on her door and told her that the machine doesn’t seem to be working and she with least bit of worry on her face told me that she would try to get it repaired as soon as she can. I returned with an evil smile on my face as that day was Thursday and on Friday she would be requiring the machine as per her daily slot.
Now I just had to wait. She herself would be coming and asking me for the key of the other machine which I regulated. I kept the slot of dinner time on Friday vacant just for her and as per my plan, she was there at my door just 15 minutes before dinner for the key. I put a gentle smile on my face but deep inside, I was laughing maniacally like the hungry Dalit wolf that I actually am.
Divya: Hey Sekhar, sorry to bother you but I had to ask a favor of you. You remember right, yesterday the other washing machine broke down?
I told, “Yeah, why?”.
Divya: Actually, the thing is, my slot for using the machine was for today at dinner time. Now only, I was reminded of that, so can you please give me the key of the washing machine which you have the key of.if there is no reservation for now?
Me: Yeah, sure. Why not?
And I gave her the key. She gave me a genuine smile, thanked me and went away with the key to fetch her clothes. After bidding her farewell, I quickly checked the time and mentally calculated that by 5 more minutes, the entire corridor would be empty as people would be going off to have their dinners.
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After some time, I noticed her walking towards the washing machine room with her clothes. I took my spare key of the washing machine room, lifted my “molestation bag” which I had filled with hand-picked grotesque instruments of carnal pleasure, and exited my room.
I quietly entered the machine room where she had already put the powder inside the machine and was filling up her clothes into the shack. The entire corridor was eerily quiet since all people had left for dinner. I brought out a chloroformed napkin from my “molestation bag” and quickly held it against her face tightly.
She tried to resist but the effect of the chloroform was already underway and within moments she collapsed into a heap. When she came back to her senses, I had already locked the door of the machine room and had tied away from her hands above her head to a post and her legs to another one. She was in her undies with a black cloth around her eyes to restrict vision and a similar one over her mouth to stop her from shouting out.
She started to whimper. I was having the sight of my life; her struggling at her restraints like a bird caught in a cage. She started to sweat heavily and looked completely horrified. Within no time, I opened all my clothes and took out a Dettol company’s dildo from my “molestation bag”. I wasted no time and tore her bra and panties.
Then I started to rub the dildo over her outer pussy lips. She looked shocked and started to violently struggle against her restraints to escape, but my dirty mind was sharp and crooked enough to have secured all the bindings in a foolproof manner. Then, I started to push the dildo slightly inside her pussy lips eliciting a whimper and a futile struggle to get away from her. I smiled evilly and switched the dildo to vibration mode.
Her mouth opened agape and she started thrashing wildly like a fish out of water. I started to gently tweak her nipples with my hands and began licking her navel hole with long relishing strokes of my tongue. By a minute or so, I was freely fucking her cunt with to and fro motions of the dildo and she was thrashing wildly making inconceivable sounds which were exciting me beyond all comprehensible limits.
I saw that now she herself had lost herself entirely in the delirium of lust and was reduced from a psychotic badminton enthusiast to a juice leaking cunt which was creating all sorts of nasty wet sounds. I considered for a moment and opened the blindfold from her eyes. Her eyes grew big as she recognized me in the dim light of the room and in that exact moment, I turned on the grinder+vibrator mode on the dildo. That did the job for her.
Her eyeballs rolled inside the sockets, and her sweat drenched body curved in a reverse bow like shape as she came torrents on the washing machine room floor. By the time she came down from her crescendo, she lay in a pool of her own juices, trying to get her breath back and drooling from her mouth like a pig. In other words, she looked like an angel.an angelic slut perhaps.well, I can’t say, you can imagine the scene.
I combed back her wet matty hair from her face and she gave me a smile of content. I undid her restraints, helped her stand up, picked her up and took her to my room with all of my belongings. Now, it was my turn to enjoy.
I had carefully locked both the washing machine room and my own room from inside. She was lying on my bed looking into my eyes like an insatiable demoness. I let my eyes glide over her wet body for a minute and then climbed upon the bed. In no time, she jumped at me and attacked me with a fierce kiss which seemed to suck away my very life-force from my mouth.
I albeit shocked at first brought my hands to her small breasts and kept kneading them in a delicious rhythm. She pushed me back on the bed and started going down on me, pinching my nipples in between her fingers and eliciting a moan of pleasure from my lips. Then she kissed wetly on my stomach and took my raging hard member into her nimble hands.
Ohhhh, her palm was so soft.She gave my junior a couple of tugs before lowering her lips on it and taking it entirely inside her warm wet mouth in a single go. I was tightly holding at my side bedpost for dear life and my face was contorted into a pleasure-pain kind of look as she was giving me a wildly furious blowjob. After sucking my dick for some time, I felt my cock dislodge from her mouth with a wet pop sound and she looked fiercely into my eyes.
Divya: I can’t let you cum and spoil all the fun now, can I?
I understood her meaning and with newfound vigor and the lust pushed her on the bed to mount her like a bull in heat. In one shot, I pushed my entire 18 inches into her sweet little pussy and began fucking her with deep slow strokes. She was drowned in lust and kept looking into my eyes like the hungry bitch that she was deep inside. Slowly, I increased my pace and began plowing her insides like there was no tomorrow.
This continued for 45 minutes. We fucked in all sorts of positions that came to our minds at that time moaning like two banshees in complete disregard to our surroundings. I can still remember the face she made beckoning me to rough up her ass while on her elbows and knees like a four-legged animal. At last, she pushed me down and straddled my hips to ride me to oblivion.
I was holding her ass, sitting up and licking her breasts with my wet, warm tongue. Soon, both of us were beyond the point of no return and tightly held each other while she came all over my midsection and I shot up my entire load inside her womb spurt after spurt.
We collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted from the wild session. Neither of us knows when sleep took us and we passed out on the bed in each others’ arms. We woke up together and continued our lovemaking throughout the night till the next morning. Now we are well into each other and keep up our affair’s heat through daily sex and I almost stayed for the umpteenth amount of time in Divya’s room only.
All our friends think that we are just good friends but only we two know what conspires behind the closed doors of both of our rooms. Once every week, we go inside the washing machine room and make love there in BDSM fashion just to commemorate the initiation of this sinful lifestyle of ours. Also, we never ever forget to wash away all the cum stains and sweat on the floor with ₹ 94 Domex zero stain floor cleaner as “CLEANLINESS IS GODLINESS”. Thanks for reading my sex story.
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