Desi Sex Stories This might not be a completely new experience and is not a direct continuation of “The Flight We Missed” series. If you haven’t read the earlier parts, click on the author’s name; you’ll find them there.
I am Nikhil, 41, a passionate wildlife photographer from Bengaluru. Professionally, I am in a Senior Executive role at a start-up. I love being amidst nature; enjoy nature and wildlife photography. Most of my trips are solo, though some friends join me now and then.
I am married and have no kids by choice. I’m 5.4 – may not be the tallest man. But I make up for it with a sharp presence and a hunger for adventures, which might not be measured in feet.
After a beautiful weekend the three of us shared, Ashwini had to leave on a work assignment abroad. Reena and I met whenever we could; our chemistry was good. But we both craved something erotic, exotic, and kinky.
Neither of us is a virtual one, so sexting or phone sex was not on our to-do list.
One evening, while driving back home from work, Reena and I were talking over a call.
“Reena, I have been thinking, experiencing something very different. Something erotic and kinky.” I asked.
“I would love to do something like that,” she replied and asked me, “What do you have in mind, Nikhil?”
“I want to tie you by your wrists and ankles; make you the sub; no stopping, no matter what; but I decide when it ends,” I replied.
Reena surprisingly asked, “Are you serious, Nikhil?”
“I want to push you. Keep going until I’m finished with you.” I said in a firm voice.
“And if I cannot handle it?” she asked.
“You’ll have to take it. No mercy. I won’t stop. That’s the point.” I affirmed.
There was a long silence, and then Reena said, “I have been wanting to experience this. Let’s plan. But where?”
I replied, “Not sure where. Let’s explore an apt place for the same.”
BDSM – Bondage & Discipline; Dominance & Submission; Sadism & Masochism – follow rules/orders, consensual pain, punishments, and rewards.
That night, both of us spent time finding the right place. But getting one in Bengaluru was very difficult. Mumbai had a place for the same, but looking at the pictures, we were dicey in terms of security.
But after a lot of searching, we finalized one property which had a canopy-type bed, and the rest, we could manage.
I ordered a BDSM kit – which had wrist and ankle cuffs, a blindfold, a flogger, a choker strap, an anal plug, and cotton ropes. Reena got a lingerie set and stockings for the occasion. We both ensured the kit was safe to use and agreed on everything.
The day arrived, and both of us knew what we were up to while we walked inside and closed the doors behind us.
We spoke for a while, had wine, and waited for the sun to set so that I could take charge while following the rules below:
1. Follow all my orders
2. Reena can moan or make any sound – but no resisting
3. She must address me as Master
4. Her hands and body stay where I place; she cannot move without permission
5. Reena must ask before cumming and must wait for permission
6. If she says (Red – safe word), I’ll have to stop immediately. Until then, she must accept whatever I give her.
After a quick shower, I walked in wearing formals – a black blazer, cream shirt, matching trousers, shoes and the kit. The moment I stepped inside the room, I saw Reena waiting for me near the bed as we had agreed; in the lingerie and stockings.
Reena, 42, is married with a kid and is about 5.6 with long brown hair and brown eyes. She’s 34-26-34. No tattoos or piercings on her.
I placed the kit on the table, cuffed her wrists and ankle to begin with, and then the choker collar around her neck. I grabbed Reena’s hand, pulled her closer to me and kissed her hard. My other hand grabbed her hair, tilted her enough, looked into her eyes and said, “From now on, you don’t get to decide. I do.”
For a moment, she didn’t move. I gripped her hair a little tighter and deeper, lowered my mouth on her neck and bit enough to make her moan.
I blew soft air on her neck and whispered into her ears, “On your knees,” and I blind folded her eyes and told her, “You’re mine to use tonight, Reena.”
I stepped back and looked at Reena, who was on her limbs (knees and arms), cuffed, blindfolded, and she was breathing heavily and faster. I circled around her in silence, creating an atmosphere where Reena felt she was completely under my control.
Writing in Reena’s words from here.
I was in a strappy bra and panty with black stockings and was on my four limbs on the bed, awaiting my Master’s orders. The blindfold made everything dark.
“You’ll not get to know what I’ll do next,” Nikhil said.
Those words made me so wet.
I felt something on my spine, a feathery sensation, moving from my neck and down. I was breathing heavily and eagerly waiting for what might happen.
All I heard was ‘SMACK’ on my butts. It was from the flogger. I was about to shout, but I remembered the rule, “I can moan and make sounds, but no resisting,” and let out a painful moan. It was a sharp pain, but it felt good.
He did it again. And again. One moment, it was a feathery touch and the next moment was a smack. Every smack was so close to my pussy, I could feel the leather hitting my pussy.
I could feel Nikhil in front of me and could hear something coming off. I guessed he was unbuckling his belt. His fingers moved along the choker, then went down between my breasts, over my stomach, and further lower.
“Open your mouth,” Nikhil commanded.
When I separated my lips, Nikhil slid two fingers inside, pressed on my tongue, and said, “Suck. Show me how well you’re going to take everything I give you.”
I couldn’t say anything; instead, I obeyed. I sucked his fingers and made them wet. He moved his fingers in and out of my mouth. All I could hear was soft wet sounds. I was sure that the moment he pulled his fingers out, there would be a string of saliva.
He moved behind me, hooked his fingers into the waist of my lingerie, and dragged it back; the next moment, he let it go. The elastic hit me hard. I could feel his palm rubbing on my ass – once, twice, thrice – each spank added more pain, and my ass had turned red. (I got to know later).
All I could manage was a moan. He positioned himself in front of me, and I could hear him unzipping his trousers and bringing his cock in front of me. I could smell it. I could sense it was hard. He brushed his cock on my lips, making me taste the precum.
Nikhil ordered, “Tongue out.”
I obeyed. He kept his cock on my tongue and waited for a few moments, then instructed, “Now take it. Completely inside. Don’t you dare stop until I say.”
He pushed his cock inside my mouth and grabbed me by my hair, holding me steadily and pushing me till the time I gagged. He held his cock there for a moment and eased it back. Every thrust, it went deeper.
During one such moment, he rubbed my ass with his palms and smacked. But this time, I felt pressure against my asshole – it was slow, it was deliberate – for a moment I thought, “Will he finger fuck my ass?”
While his cock was gagging my throat, all of a sudden, I felt Nikhil pushing an anal plug. I wanted to shout, but all I could let out was a loud gag. I felt like biting his cock then. But I remembered that if I did anything wrong, there would be punishments.
“This will remain here all night, Reena,” he said.
My asshole felt full. My mouth felt full. All I needed was his cock filling my pussy. But I had to wait. Not sure till when.
Just when I was feeling a little tired in my mouth from sucking his cock, I could hear another smack, and he said, “Did I ask you to slow down? Did I ask you to stop? Be good. I will reward you with something good.”
I managed to nod my head and said within myself, “Yes, Master.”
I thought he might ease up, but no, instead he gripped my hair further and he pushed his cock back into my throat, holding it there until my eyes watered behind the blindfold. A few minutes later, Nikhil pulled his cock out. That’s when I realized how desperately I needed to breathe. But it was a short lived one, he gave me only a few seconds before putting it in my mouth again.
“Good girl Reena,” he said and continued, “Keep that throat open for me.”
Every time I took his cock deeper, I felt the plug inside my ass. This dual feeling made me moan. This had made his cock thicker against my tongue.
Nikhil pulled his cock out completely. I was again desperate for breath. This time, I thought it might be for a longer time. I could sense him moving behind me. His hands gripped my hips, and the next moment, I could hear a spank, and he said, “Ass up higher.”
I had to obey. When I moved my ass up higher, I could feel the plug much bigger. He twisted it and then pushed it deeper.
“Tighter” was all I could whisper.
He twisted it again. Harder this time.
“Harder,” I moaned.
I could hear him laugh and smile.
“Since you have been so good so far, I’ll give you a reward,” he said.
“What is that?” I asked surprisingly.
“I can take one of the props out. Which one do you want?” he asked.
I wanted to lie on the bed. I wanted to get out of this fucking lingerie. I wanted all the props to be removed and be free. But not so soon. It was painful. I was enjoying it. It was different from the routine.
“Master, I want to see you. I want my blindfold to go off.” I got some courage and sort of begged him.
There was silence. He didn’t answer. He went to the back, and I thought I would get another smack, but no, the master untied the knot, and the blindfold was off.
I had to blink hard to see some light. Once I was able to see a bit clearly, I was surprised to see Nikhil still in his blazer over the shirt, unzipped trousers, and his cock hanging out, and his shoes were still on. While he was composed, I was cuffed, collared, plugged, and soaked. I had goosebumps.
He smiled, looking at me, and said, “Stay still. Do not move.”
He spread my legs, tore the panties from the center, held my thighs tight, and went straight to my wet pussy. My body jerked the moment his lips touched my pussy lips. He squeezed my thighs, indicating not to move. My clit was swollen, and he sucked with his lips and started flicking it with his tongue.
I was close. The plug in my ass; the spanks; the way he fucked my throat; everything had got me on the edge.
I moaned, “Master, I need to cum.”
He pulled back for a brief moment and said, “Not until I say.”
Nikhil then went back and licked with the tip of his tongue and sucked with his lips in steady strokes.
I was pleading, “Master. I cannot. I am going to.”
He smacked me hard with his palms and firmly said, “Hold it. You cum when I allow it. Not before.”
I shut my eyes tight. I was waiting to let go and crash, but Nikhil kept licking my clit mercilessly.
But a few seconds later, I couldn’t control it. I got the courage and said, “Master. I will cum any moment.” I had to let go.
I was trembling. I fought a lot. But the moment I let go, he pulled his mouth away from my pussy. Before I could regain my breath, Nikhil went behind me, let his trousers down, gripped my hips, and inserted his cock inside my pussy in one go. The anal plug made every inch feel massive.
He didn’t start slow. He fucked me deep. No mercy. His hand smacked on my ass.
Once.
Then again.
And again.
He grabbed the chain of the choker (collar strap), and every fuck was rough. With every spank, I gripped the bed sheet tight and with every moan, he fucked me harder.
The room was filled with Nikhil fucking my wet pussy. My moans were loud and desperate. I was close again. The pressure was building inside me; faster than ever.
“You came when I instructed you not to,” Nikhil said in my ear, leaning over my back.
I was trying hard. But the combination of his cock and the plug and the continuous smacks had pushed me past the edge. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was completely in tears. I was unable to control myself.
I knew he was about to cum. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t.
“RED. Red Please. Red.” I gave up, moaning loudly.
He stopped immediately. He pulled his out of my pussy. He let go of my hips. I fell down on the bed panting hard.
Nikhil was still on his knees. He looked into my eyes; came on the bed next to me; and hugged me tight and said, “Not bad for the first-time experiment.”
I cried, but later smiled and said, “That was fucking amazing.”
Before we could go under the covers, he helped me uncuff everything; he became naked, and we cuddled with each other.
While we looked at the watch, we realized we had missed dinner time.
Writing in my (Nikhil’s) words.
While Reena and I were relaxing, Ashwini called on Reena’s phone.
Reena answered the call casually, “Ashwini. What’s up?”
Ashwini was talking about her hectic work schedule.
But listening to Reena’s unusually panting sounds, she firmly asked, “Reena. What’s going on? Where are you?”
Reena switched to video mode and positioned her phone so Ashwini could see me as well. I waved to her.
Looking at the complete messy situation, Ashwini was curious to know what had happened. Reena narrated the entire game plan.
Ashwini then asked, “Show the red.”
I turned on the lights, asked Reena to turn over, and showed the ‘red ass’ of Reena.
She was quiet for a moment, but said, “That ass looks; it’s properly used. Damn.”
I clicked a picture and showed Reena how red her ass had become.
Reena just hugged me and kissed me and smiled and looked at Ashwini, “I needed this punishment badly.”
We three spoke for some more time and ended the call.
After some rest, again it was a great night. Both of us lived together, exploring each other in every manner, until we departed back to our respective homes the next day.
Well, that’s about it for now. I hope to come back with more and more adventures. I’m always up for new adventures, depending on how we sync. Should any females be interested, let’s talk, find out, and see what could be our next adventure.
Those who read my previous experience and wrote back, I thank them a lot. Those who are messaging me or chatting with me only for the sake of their contacts and images, I apologize; I will not be sharing any.
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