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Before we begin, here’s some basic info about me: 21, from Mumbai, 5-11 height, 5.5″ cock, fitness freak with a slim body, and work as a writer.
This is a true story, but all names are changed. This story is a direct continuation from Part 2, so if you haven’t read it yet, please and read it first before reading about our sexual fantasies.
I won’t tell you about what we did the next day, the day after that, or the rest of the week, or the rest of the month, or the next several months. If I were to do that, I’d overload the ISS servers because I followed this routine for a very, very long time.
Until something happened that broke this routine on 19th September (will be covered in next story), every single day, I acted as if I was going on a run, went to Varsha’s flat instead, and fucked wildly for 30 glorious minutes. After a while, this routine became habitual, disciplined to a point.
The moment I walked into her flat, she’d already been naked and ready to go into the bedroom.
From 27th April to 19th September, there were 145 days. 30 x 145 = 4350. That’s 4350 minutes I spent in her flat, which equals to around 72.5 hours. If you look at it a certain way, we fucked for around 3 days (day and night), without a single moment’s rest.
Obviously, I’d like to say that Varsha and I tried all different kinds of things. But the truth is that most of the time, we stuck to the same basic stuff we got used to after my second visit to her flat (when I entered her for the first time), only modifying it a little bit now and again.
In the beginning, she was the one who was being compassionate with me, and I was the little one. But later on, as I gained experience and improved, the power dynamic shifted. I was the one who called the shots.
She became my lovely little horny slut. She treated me like I was the only guy left in the whole wide world who could give her the pleasure she craved. She was willing to sacrifice anything for keeping me happy and coming to her flat every day.
I slowly noticed that I could take advantage of this. The politeness and professionalism I had displayed in the beginning began to fade away little by little. I wouldn’t even ask her what position she wanted. I’d do what I wanted, and she had to catch up to me.
I also stopped helping her clean the flat after we’d finished. I’d just fuck her as much as I could and leave when I had to. Many times, in the heat of our 30-minutes-a-day fuck sessions, I broke a lot of stuff in her flat too and treated the whole place like a trashcan, and she never said anything about it.
Once I even peed on her face and around her flat. She treated the golden shower like it was the fountain of youth itself. Truth is, I’d always been the nice guy. Always did the right thing, was clean and hygienic, and never raised my voice.
But being with Varsha brought out a part of me that I never knew existed or just chose to ignore. On my first visit, I was worried about calling her by her name and not knowing what title to use. But after I improved and the power dynamic shifted it all that went to hell.
I started cursing and shouting at her savagely whenever we were together:
“You’re mine Varsha. Mine. You won’t even take a shit unless I say so. Don’t stop, Varsha. Never stop.”
“You were always destined to be fucked by me, Varsha. Always. Ever since you were in your mother’s womb. You were born for pleasuring and serving me, Varsha. That’s your only purpose on this earth, being my whore.”
“After I die, I wanna be with you in the afterlife, Varsha, and fuck your brains out for eternity.”
“You think I’m cute and funny, huh? Come down here,” she would bend down a bit, and I would slap her across her face, which made her hornier. “Call this cute and funny.”
Often in between my curses, she politely gave me tips and corrected me if I was doing something the wrong way, mostly in English:
“Put your hands on my tits when entering me.”
“No, don’t put your legs that way. It’ll hurt later. Position them straighter.”
“Don’t lick my titties with your tongue. Bite them as if you’re eating a burger.”
And I was usually ungrateful and replied with, “Shut up! I know everything already.” Or I’d spank her, or pull her hair, or shake her violently, or say, “Oh yes, is that so?” and then push my cock inside her much deeper than before to hurt her.
She never got offended or tried to talk back. If she did, she said stuff like: “Yes, yes, yes, Ved. Make me your horny slut. Treat me like a toy. Fuck me, Ved. Fuck me.”
She always saw my violent reactions as confirmation that I’d learned something new. She became a bit better so that my next visit would be just a little bit more fun and crazy, and that made her hornier than ever.
I tried to connect these two identities of mine. There was me at home, a cute, funny, bookish, and loyal guy who had simple dreams. Then the wild animal that I became in Varsha’s flat. This savage creature you wouldn’t let anywhere near anything delicate and expensive.
I found no way to match the two as the same person. Exploring this extremity of my personality changed me for the better. Each time I was inside her, each time I embraced her, each time I made her go wild with pleasure, and each time I cursed and slapped her, she healed me and nourished my soul.
She gave me more life, and I improved as a person. I became a better writer, focused on one thing for long periods, and meditated a lot deeper. I was able to look people in the eye, keep my head up when walking, and also lost many of my fears and anxieties.
Another effect of this was that I started looking past the everyday getups of other people. Their carefully combed hair, their ironed shirts, their shiny watches. I imagined how a guy would react in my place with Varsha.
How a girl would react if I fucked her like I did Varsha. What positions would he or she prefer? What would his or her curses consist of? How would he or she move? What would they say after they experienced a mind-numbing orgasm?
Would he or she dominate, or would be happy to act as a slave? This made it easy to look through people’s lies and deceptions.
Those 30 minutes we spent together were the most precious minutes of Varsha’s day. She spared no expense in making sure we had as much fun as possible. Over 145 days, we did all kinds of stuff.
She once bought . It was absolutely amazing to do the doggy style position with that. She’d get down on the bed with her hands and knees with her legs spread apart. Then I entered her from behind. She’d often push back onto me with each stroke.
I’d often spank her and grab her hair while riding her, too, along with my usual curses. When it got intense, I grabbed her waist and pulled her into me with each thrust, and sometimes I used her shoulders to do the same.
She bought a fitness ball too, and we used it a lot as well. She lay on top of it with her stomach, balancing with her hands in front of her. I’d hold on to her legs and enter her from behind. I’d several times sitting on the ball, naked, and she’d use it for warming up: for blowjobs, handjobs, and titjobs.
The constant movement of the ball made those positions feel different than on the couch or the bed. She also bought a lot of costumes for herself. Of course, all the regular ones: nurse, teacher, waitress, boss, schoolgirl, and even an Arabian princess.
They were pretty detailed. To complete her teacher costume, she bought a brand new pair of glasses, which obviously were broken into several pieces during our session.
She once wore an old and dirty sari with several tears, posing as a maid, and once was dressed in rags, posing as a beggar. She told me later that both of them were from an actual maid and an actual beggar, respectively.
She even bought some pretty expensive-looking lingerie. A black lace teddy-strap bodysuit with garter belts; a purple 2-piece elastic lace bra and panty set. A French maid costume complete with wrist cuffs, a headband, an apron, and a duster (with which she tickled my cock and my balls).
She often used a bunny ears headband (it made me amazingly horny to see those ears shake back and forth whenever I thrust in-and-out of her). And once a pink satin pajama set in which she looked pretty funny. And then she had several types of bikinis too in many bright colors.
When going for this stuff, she’d be at her usual place, on the bed, but with these costumes on. My curses (and her moans) would be slightly modified to fit the narrative for that day. I never wore a special costume or dived too deep into role-play.
But she always understood what I would like to see and hear from her. On top of the necessary protection we used and all the nonsense makeup stuff she put on, it must’ve cost up to a lot over all that time. But she never mentioned money to me.
Sometimes we even bought food into the mix. She ate stuff with my cum on it. Once she stored away my cum, and the next day we both ate a cake with the cum mixed into it. Before we ate it, she also made me cum inside it. She said it was delicious.
Sometimes she ate food and drank from my mouth. Many times when I walked into her flat, she’d be on her bed naked (as usual) but covered with food from head to toe. There was whipped cream on her titties with a cherry on top of her nipples, honey between her legs, chocolate syrup on her lips, and ice cream on her stomach.
On those days, our lovemaking would be around the goal of eating that food and clearing up her body. Sometimes I’d cover my cock with some kind of food too. She had to eat through it to give me a blowjob or titjob or have me enter her. Often we’d use a doughnut for that purpose.
The speed with which she ate through it made our lovemaking even hotter after she was done. Sometimes she took a bite from it and passed it into my mouth. Often when she was lying on her back with me on top of her, she’d wrap her legs around my waist.
She crossed her ankles behind my back and pulled me closer to her. Sometimes even pulling me by my neck for a kiss. In my brashness, I often spit in her mouth, and she swallowed it. A lot of the time, I liked her to be on top of me as well.
Usually, I liked to dominate her. But seeing her beautiful body stretch out on top of me like a goddess with her hands on my chest made me feel powerful and invincible. Plus, it was easier for me to bark my curses at her from such a position.
I would squeeze her titties, pinching her nipples, and thrust up and down wildly, gyrating my hips in a swirling motion. When she felt exhausted, I’d put my hands under her bum and push her up and down until she’d regained her strength.
Sometimes when we were both tired, , which relaxed us. I sat down naked on the bed with my legs crossed. She sat down on my crotch while facing me and holding me tightly by wrapping her arms and legs around my back to pull me into her.
I held onto her as well by putting my arms around her. It was hard to do a lot of wild in-and-out thrusting like we usually did in this position. It was instead replaced with her doing a lot of grinding and rocking on me. She also always made sure her titties were rubbing on my chest.
Along with that, when her arms were around me, she’d massage and rub me. And because our faces were so close, she’d also kiss me a lot: on the lips, cheeks, neck, and ears.
She treated me like I’d come back from a long day at work and needed her warm, soothing, loving, and reassuring touch more than anything else in the world.
We also changed how we performed each position. She once gave me a titfuck with her bra still on while licking the tip of my cock. I felt like my cock would burst from the pressure, but it ended up feeling amazing.
One time she placed two bottles of water next to the bed. One had very hot water in it, and the other had very cold water in it. She alternatively drank some water from the hot bottle, sucked my cock for a bit, then drank water from the cold bottle then sucked my cock again.
It was a mind-blowing experience, going from hot to cold and vice versa so quickly. She’d also put all kinds of stuff in her mouth while giving me blowjobs and asked for my opinion each time on how it felt. Warm chocolate syrup, frosting cream, champagne (or any fizzy soda), ice cream, and ice cubes all felt great.
Especially with the champagne and fizzy sodas, the bubbles provided me with a new and different sensation. Overall that time, we made sure we explored all nooks and crevices of our bodies. She kissed and licked almost every part of my body.
I rubbed my cock on all kinds of places on her body: between her armpits, between her feet, between her neck (with her chin touching her chest), between her butt-cheeks, whatever place I could find. Even her hair. I wrapped it around my cock, and thrust up and down until I came.
It took her hours in the shower to clean out my cum completely.
After my first visit, before closing the door, when she had said, “Tomorrow we won’t talk and will get right to it,” she really meant it. She had stayed true to her word because after that day, we never really talked.
At least no casual and personal talk. She always gave me helpful and wise tips when needed, and I always kept up my savage cursing and grunting.
When I got into the practice of going on my daily ‘runs,’ I and Varsha both wished that I could also go on an early morning run, along with my usual run at 5 PM. But as luck would have it before I had met Varsha, I had actually tried running in the morning, and it hadn’t gone well. I almost felt like puking at one point.
I wasn’t a morning person, and my body wasn’t ready to run a mile around that time. With the big mouth that I have, I had communicated this fact to everyone I knew very clearly. So, there was no chance I’d be able to go two times a day without anyone getting suspicious.
Despite what I had expected, our fuck sessions actually served as great workouts, much better than my daily run. I often wore my fitness band while I was at her flat. After I was done, the number of calories burnt was a lot more than what I’d usually manage at the track, running for 3 miles.
Plus, it helped my immune system, made me sleep better, lowered my stress levels, and so much more. I managed to preserve my gains from the gym and improved a bit too. Got a flatter belly and a lot more stamina.
And as a result, whenever I went out, I had girls of all ages staring at me. Some smiled, some blushed, some had their mouths open in surprise.
It also helped out Varsha. Unlike me, she wasn’t in 10/10 shape when we first met. But by the time September rolled around, she’d lost a lot of her belly fat. She had more muscular arms, a sharper face, pouty cheeks, and lips, a fatter ass, thinner legs as well, and overall a well-toned body.
Despite what you might think, I always had respect for Varsha. She held a special place in my heart. If someone insulted her in front of me, I’d defend her, even though I was insulting her constantly whenever I was with her.
I considered her as someone sacred, almost like a mother, but a different kind of mother.
One important thing is that our relationship had always stayed between us. Neither of us ever invited a third person to be a part of our sessions. We never took photos of ourselves or made a sex tape. We even tried to make sure that nobody ever heard our moans, grunts, and curses.
We always kept the windows and doors locked. Sometimes when Varsha would get too loud, I’d even stuff a sock or something in her mouth. Doing this made our relationship more secure and precious. We always had certain limits and weren’t losing our minds, even though it would’ve seemed otherwise.
Until one day, when it all changed when I received a message from my Mami in Jaipur.
Hope you enjoyed this 3-part story. The next story (which will also be a 3-part series) will be 1000x hotter than this one and will be posted soon!
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