All characters are above 18 and this story is a work of fiction. It is based on real events that have been woven together into a story. With names and other details changed.
Ch-5 January 2012
The cold hit me the moment I stepped out of the airport-- a chill that cut straight through my thin jacket. I was underdressed and still in the mode of Phuket's heat. Thankfully Tanya waved from the warmth of her SUV, her driver behind the wheel. He loaded our luggage in the back cautiously--as we sat on the leather seats beside her.
We were tired after a long journey of 18 hours.
The journey home was filled with potholes and the familiar streets. The roads were empty and the city asleep under a shroud of winter fog. Tanya probed me for details--How was it? What did you do? Did you fuck any? --her voice filled with curiosity. I gave her no details in front of the driver, only giving her small indications that it indeed had been fun. Letting her imagination fill the gaps. It was past midnight by the time we reached CR Park, my home a welcome refuge. The driver left us, first to drop Saurabh, then go back home, he was used to Tanya staying over. My phone was full of messages from four different girls, their names a reminder of my sex life in India. I ignored them, they could wait till morning.
The climb to the first floor felt long. I shouldered open the heavy wooden door, and the stale, icy air of my apartment greeted us. I flicked the wall heaters on, their orange coils slowly beginning to glow, and trudged straight to the bedroom, collapsing onto my bed. I set the AC to 24 degrees on heating mode, the low hum a promise of a good sleep. I fucking hated wearing much clothes indoors.
As the room warmed a bit Tanya started shedding her winter layers. She was wearing a long brown overcoat, beneath it a thick black woolen top spilling over black jeans and boots. I was still in my travel clothes--a jacket over a t-shirt and jeans.
"Tanya, roll a joint, yr. I'm dead," I mumbled into the pillow.
She didn't move. "Tell me if you at least if your experience was good?" Her voice was serious. "How many did you fuck?"
I turned my head, a tired smirk smile. "I fucked a lot."
She let out a knowing breath, then sat on the edge of the bed in her woolen top and jeans. As she reached into purse, I absentmindedly pressed my palm against her chest, feeling the softness through the wool, the body I had grown so used to. She leaned forward, then knelt over me, her hair blocking the light from the lamp. She kissed me and I could feel her hunger, her desperation. Her tongue searched for familiarity.
As the room heated up more and we got comfortable, she lit a joint. The tip glowed crimson. I started undressing, peeling off my jacket, t-shirt, jeans, until I was down to my trunks. She passed me the joint. I inhaled deeply, the smoke expanding in my lungs, relaxing my mind. The edges of the room sharpening.
"Take off your jeans," I commanded, my voice low.
She paused, holding my gaze, challenging me, before finally standing. With deliberate slowness and an attempt at being erotic, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them, stepping out of them. She was left in her black and gold panties--a flimsy, lace thing with bold, embroidered LVs all over. The fabric barely containing her ass-cheeks. I couldn't wait.
My hands were on her before she could move. I gripped the soft curve of her ass, my thumbs digging in. I parted her cheeks, watching the thin lace stretch and slide into the deep valley. With the joint burning in one hand, I squeezed and played. A low sound of approval escaped her lips.
I let my middle finger trace past the fabric, until it found the clenched asshole. I pressed, knowing I couldn't enter yet, the dry resistance needed more.
Finally, I allowed her to sit once I had said proper greetings to the favorite part of her.
"I missed you," she whispered, her mouth on my neck. Her tongue licking my collarbone. Then she bent lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my trunks, removing them. My cock was already half-hard. She took it into her mouth without wait, swallowing me to the base, her nose pressed into my skin. "I love the unwashed smell of it," she murmured.
My hand slid under her woolen top, over the smooth skin of her stomach, and into her bra. I found her breast and grabbing it hard I pulled it. Her sucking grew more desperate and rhythmic. She got into the mood of things.
"Tanya," I said, my voice firm. "I want to fuck your cousin."
We had discussed about it already, but she had been stalling the meet. She paused; her mouth still wrapped around my cock. She looked up, before saying. "You'll have to wait a bit more. She's wants it too but is afraid. Maybe next time."
"Tomorrow please," I urged, pinching her nipple.
She took her tongue off my cock. "I'll ask her in the morning. But it's Monday. It might be difficult." Her cousin was a first-year at Shri Ram College and very curious about me. She was yet to be initiated into the sultry life of our circle. But she was already willing. She had heard the stories.
"Get naked now," I commanded in Hindi.
She stood up, pulling her woolen top over her head, then unhooking her bra. Her big breasts spilled open in the dim light. I shucked off my trunks, now fully hard. I passed her the joint as she turned, bending over the side of the bed, presenting herself to me in doggy style--my favorite.
I moved behind her, one hand spreading her ass cheeks wide. My thumb found her asshole again, circling, then pressing inward as I guided my cock into her wet pussy with the other. I slid in deep, a single stroke that made her cry out. I loved her big ass, the way it cushioned my thrusts. With my thumb buried inside her tight rear and my cock pounding her pussy, I felt the last of my tiredness burn away, replaced by my fierce animal urges.
"Your cock is better than Prashant's," she chirped, her voice breathy. She grabbed her phone holding it in one hand as I fucked her, and started typing. Prashant was her current boyfriend.
"But you're my whore, right?" I asked with affection, my thrusts deepening, my thumb working in time.
"Yes," she moaned, her finger hitting send on a message to him: Where the fuck are you?
She had been with him for three months.
I reached for my own phone, unlocking it with one hand. I opened Facebook, found Diane's profile. Her pictures loaded--sun-drenched, smiling and innocent. My eyes locked onto her image, a fantasy superimposed over reality. The visual effect of Dianne, the feel of Tanya's body and the knowledge of her texting another man made it more erotic.
Within five minutes, I was at the edge. I tapped her hip sharply--our signal. In one fluid, practiced motion, she turned beneath me, her mouth open and waiting. She took my cock in her throat opening it deep. Her tongue worked the top, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, milking me with a greedy rhythm. I came into her mouth as she drank every drop, swallowing until I was soft, her lips still wrapped around my cock, sucking gently, cleaning me with her tongue like the devoted slut she loved to be.
I was spent, but awake.
"Tanya, can you make some coffee and get some biscuits from the kitchen" I requested.
"Are you not sleepy now?" she asked all the while engrossed in chatting with her mate.
"Nah, I feel awake." I stared at the ceiling, lost in the haze, my mind drifted to Diane--the sharp, intellectual conversations, the way she'd challenge me. I missed that.
Tanya slid off the bed, her white naked body shinning in the dim light. She bent to pick up her black panties from the floor.
"Fucking leave it," I ordered, "I want you naked tonight."
She straightened, a flicker of submission in her eyes, and left the panties where they lay. That was the dynamic our relationship had settled into--command and obedience but only when she was in the mood.
As she padded out, I checked my phone. More than thirty messages from Pooja. I replied briefly, telling her I'd reached home and would see her Thursday as usual.
Her response was instant: Love you.
I ignored it with a cold hmm. This girl was fucking clingy. It irritated me, but it also stirred something darker, more curious.
Do you want to fuck other guys? I typed.
No, why?
What if I ask you to?
I'll do whatever you ask me to do.
That stopped me. Tanya and Anchal were straightforward--friends who enjoyed sex without complication. The girl from the park or the biology department wanted committed relationships; when I refused, they left. I understood that. I even understood Payal, middle-class and hungry for luxury, trading her body for expensive liquor and rides in my Audi. That made sense. I respected that.
But Pooja... I didn't understand. From a good family. Top of her class in biotech always good in studies. Chasing her dream to be a scientist. She had no attraction to my money, or alcohol or weed. She enjoyed the sex but that she could get that from anyone. It was not her priority like it was Tanya's. I had nothing to offer her but here she was sticking to me even though I was an unfaithful fucktard. I never even said love you back to her anymore. So, I decided to probe.
I asked her bluntly: Why the fuck are you with me? I genuinely don't understand.
Her reply came fast, like she'd been waiting for the question: You're the only guy I've found interesting. The only one who makes my heart race. Your devil-may-care attitude, the way you don't give a fuck--it makes me crazy. I'm not stupid. I know you're bad for me. But I'm fucking addicted to you. So yes, if you ask me to fuck other guys, I will. I'll get naked wherever you tell me to.
You know you're crazy, right, Pooja? I'm genuinely concerned.
I'm not crazy. I'm intoxicated by you. By the pleasure of being treated like your pet. Fuck love, Raghav. I want to be used by you. Don't you get it? After meeting you, I've opened a side of me I never knew existed. If you want, I'll stop messaging you. But I want to be yours. Fuck meeeee. Fuck meee everyday.
I stared at the screen, my mind blown. I had assumed she was a stupid girl in love but now I was excited. This was something far more raw, more intoxicating. A hunger for depths of sex that mirrored my own.
So, I texted her my command. Is everyone asleep?
Let me check... yes
Wear a hoodie with nothing underneath. No panties. Send me a picture from the kitchen, then one from the drawing room sofa. I want to see your ass in front of the TV.
MMMM wait. She replied
Tanya walked back into the room then, still gloriously naked, a tray in her hands carrying two steaming mugs of coffee and a plate of biscuits. Her nipples were tight, her skin still red where my hands and mouth had been. I looked at her, my gaze darkening.
"Put the tray down," I said, my voice rough. "I want a picture of you. Bend over the bed. Open everything."
She obeyed without hesitation, placing the tray down on the bed before turning her back to me. She arched slowly, spreading her knees. The curve of her back dipped into the full swell of her ass. I lifted my phone, clicking, capturing the intimate parts of her for my use. The photo was obscene and perfect.
"Now make another joint," I told her, taking the coffee as she straightened, her eyes meeting mine with a look of lightened kink.
About five minutes later, as she licked the paper to seal the fresh joint, my phone vibrated again.
It was Pooja.
The first photo arrived.
Pooja stood in her kitchen, the stove cold behind her. Her red hoodie was tugged up just beneath her collarbone, exposing her bare torso--no bra, soft skin of her stomach, delicate navel, the subtle shadow of her ribs. Her nipples were hard and she'd pulled the fabric taut with her teeth, a lewd grin on her face. Naked underneath.
The second came minutes later. The fridge door was swung wide, its sickly yellow light flooding the dim kitchen. She was bent forward, her bare ass spread wide open against the chill. The contents of the fridge--yogurt, vegetables, leftovers--felt like voyeurs.
By the third, my throat had gone dry. She lay across the living room sofa, legs splayed wide, one hand pulling her pussy lips apart. The focus was obscenely clear--every fold, every glisten. In the blurred background, two closed doors stood like watchmen: her aunt's room, and the children's. The dare was the point. Look what I'll risk for you.
The fourth was pure ecstasy. Completely naked now, her discarded hoodie a red puddle on the floor. She stood with her back to the television, her ass grinding against the dark, blank screen. Her head was turned to the camera, her mouth open in a silent moan, one hand between her legs, two fingers plunged inside herself, knuckle-deep. A still frame of obedience. A challenge to all morals. Fucking erotic and maddening.
My fingers moved before my brain caught up.
I want you naked on the floor. Doggy style. Your asshole pointing straight at your aunt's door.
I sent it.
Beside me, Tanya shifted on the bed, her phone glowing in her hands. I nudged her onto her knees and without a word, pushed my cock back inside her. She gasped, a sweet sound, but her thumbs kept typing across her screen--chatting with Prashant. Sending him, a photo of her ass spread wide in college washroom cubicle, the angle clear. The absurdity of the situation was so perfect it felt scripted.
My phone buzzed again.
I reached for it, my other hand gripping Tanya's hip for keeping rhythm. The wet sound of our bodies filling the room.
There she was. Pooja, on the floor, her body a white, graceful arc in the dark. Her ass was raised high, and between the full, parted cheeks, her asshole was aimed squarely, perfectly, at her aunt's closed bedroom door. The door was framed perfectly between her cheeks, as if in a living portrait. Exactly as I had demanded.
Good girl, I texted, my hips still driving into Tanya, who was now biting her lip, her body rocking with my thrusts as she argued with Prashant in rapid, angry texts. I could feel her tighten around me with every frustrated tap of her thumb.
I angled my phone down and took a picture of Tanya from above--my cock buried to the hilt inside her, her ass in the air, her face turned toward her glowing screen, a strand of saliva connecting her lip to the sheets. I sent it to Pooja.
I am fucking my college mate right now thinking of you. You dirty slut naked in your aunt's house. I want you at my house in the morning. I don't give a damm about your college. I want you here by 10AM. I will make you my slave tomorrow infront of her. Now go to sleep and don't you dare masturbate. I want your body tensed for tomorrow.
Its already 2:30 I will go to sleep then. I'll see you by 9 coz I need to leave here by 8 or my aunt would be suspicious. She sent.
I left her on read.
"Turn around," I grunted to Tanya, pulling out and guiding her onto her back. Her thick, warm body felt incredible beneath me. She was still absorbed in her phone as I settled between her thighs, pushing back inside her wet pussy in deep strokes that made her gasp and finally look up. I built a steady rhythm, our skin slapping together, the bedframe creaking in protest.
Tanya moaned loudly, her head falling back. Her stretched skin felt exquisite around my cock, a velvet glove. As the sensitive tip began to throb and my balls tightened, I knew I was close.
Suddenly, Tanya's eyes snapped open. She stopped me with a hand on my chest, signaling for silence. Her phone was ringing.
She picked up the call, her voice instantly shifting to a soft, wounded tone. "Prashant, you know I love you, right? I was calling you for three hours. Where were you?"
I froze above her, buried inside her warmth, unsure of what to do. I couldn't continue; the risk was too great. Our unspoken rule was clear: never jeopardize the other's primary relationship. I didn't want to pull out--I hadn't come, and the feeling of being inside her while she had this intimate conversation was perversely thrilling.
"You should have told me, right? What the fuck. I know you were with some other girl. I really love you, please never cheat on me," she pleaded into the phone.
I began to move again, slowly, shallowly, my hands roaming her body. I played with her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers before leaning down to suck them into my mouth, biting gently. She shuddered but her voice remained steady, mournful.
"You know that, right? Please..." she started crying softly into the receiver. "Never ever leave me. I love you."
I felt like a voyeur to her intimacy while being buried in her. She disconnected the call after a final whispered goodbye and love you, tossing the phone aside, her eyes meeting mine. Within two more deep, frantic strokes, I came, a hot pulsing stream of semen that had me grunting senseless into her neck as I emptied myself inside her.
She stiffened. "WTF, Raghav. You came in me?" she shouted, her voice sharp.
"Don't be a bitch," I said sternly, still catching my breath. "It happened for the first time, right? I was distracted and turned on so much by your fucking performance, I came. Not my fault."
She let out a shaky, incredulous laugh, and we kissed--a deep, messy, tired kiss that tasted of weed and deceit. We curled into each other's embrace as the AC blasted hot, dry air over our tired bodies. No words were needed. We both knew the clock was ticking. We had seventy-two hours to get a pill.
I woke at ten to the strong and incessant vibration of my phone against the pillow. Pooja. I answered, my voice laced with sleep.
"What the fuck, Raghav? I've been standing here for an hour. Open the door," she hissed, carefully controlling her anger.
"Coming," I chirped, pulling myself from the tangled sheets. The living room was crisp and hot, the heater humming steadily--just how I liked it.
I opened the heavy door.
She stood there, a vision of irritation. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her face, framing cheeks flushed from the cold. Her nose was tipped red, a scarf wound tightly around her neck. A fitted black jacket reached her mid-thighs, unzipped to reveal a hint of the sweater beneath, her jeans hugging her legs down to a pair of scuffed sneakers.
She brushed past me into the warmth.
"Why didn't you ring the bell?" I asked, closing the door.
"I did. It's broken I think."
I stepped back into the freezing hallway--barefoot, wearing only my trunks--and pressed the button. Silence. The cold bit into my skin. I retreated inside, locking the damn world out.
"Sit. You want water? Something to eat?" I asked the cold and bitter her.
She shook her head silently and moved to the sofa, her posture rigid.
"You can take off your jacket," I said, walking toward the adjacent room I'd converted into a gaming area. It held a foosball table, a large, worn leather sofa, a laptop table, a wooden bar cabinet and a locked cupboard. The air was chill so I switched on the heater there as well, its orange coils beginning to glow. "Let it get warm. Then get dressed how you want."
I kept her clothes--their clothes--in the cupboard here, away from prying eyes. The spare room and its adjoining common bathroom stayed mostly unused, a separate room for my shenanigans.
I handed her a water bottle and returned to my bedroom. Tanya lay naked on her stomach across the black sheets, the curve of her spine a white line in the dim room. I found my weed pouch, a roach, and papers, and began to roll with practiced fingers. Once the joint was tight and ready, I went back to check on Pooja.