Desi Sex Stories We’ve been in a live-in relationship for one year now. In college, she was my senior, always looking perfect, with her curly hair and fair complexion. Honestly, she is in the best shape of her life right now. Her body has the perfect curves – slim, but exactly how I want her. She is just the perfect partner for me in bed, completely my type. But these days, she is always tired for some reason. Ever since she lost her job, she has done nothing except some artwork and cooking at home.
Surprisingly, today she was glowing for some reason, despite the fatigue. I asked her to shave her legs, and she agreed. After that, we did an intimate photography session in the room, capturing her perfect shape in the dim light. Even while posing, that mysterious exhaustion was still there in her eyes, leaving me wondering what was really going on inside her head.
After the photography session, she was totally spent. Her eyes were getting heavy, and that glow from earlier was fading away. I saw she had no energy left for anything else, so I just let her sleep.
She turned to the other side and fell asleep instantly, her curly hair all messy on the pillow. I stayed awake for some time, just looking at her in the quiet room. Even while sleeping, she looked so good, but the mystery was still there. No job, only cooking and artwork all day, yet she was still completely tired every day.
I turned off the lights, wondering what she would do tomorrow. Then I took my phone and ordered rope, a butt plug, and a vibrator on Blinkit. Within ten minutes, the delivery guy arrived and I received the package.
Suddenly she woke up and asked, “Enna vanguna?” (What did you buy?)
I quickly hid the package and said, “Nothing… just ordered some milkum and veggiesum for tomorrow.”
She was too tired to check, so she just nodded and closed her eyes again. My heart was beating fast as I looked at the delivery bag and then at her sleeping on the bed.
I took the sponge and started washing her body like there was no tomorrow. I rubbed her back and shoulders properly, keeping at it until she could really feel the scrub on her skin. She just stood there, letting me do it, too tired to even move much.
After the shower, I made up my mind. I took my phone and put in leave on the office portal. No work today.
I wanted to stay back at the apartment with her and finally figure out what was going on, and also use those things I ordered last night.
Then we went to the kitchen and cooked naked, just like we always do. By this time, she was looking normal and the morning tiredness had faded a bit.
She turned around from the stove, looked straight at my face, and smiled. “Enna da panna pora enaya inaiku?” (What are you going to do to me today?) she asked, her voice sounding a bit playful now.
Hearing her ask what I was going to do to her today made my heart race. She knew me too well. I just smiled back and didn’t give a direct answer. I looked at her naked body, then thought about the Blinkit bag hidden inside the closet.
“First let’s finish the cooking, aprm ne papa baby,” (First let’s finish cooking, then you’ll see, baby) I said, trying to keep the suspense.
We finished eating our food, and she went straight to the living room. She turned on the TV and started to watch her favorite series on the laptop, completely relaxed on the sofa.
She was totally into the show, laughing at some scenes, and for a moment she forgot about my plans. But I was just sitting next to her, not even looking at the screen. My mind was completely on the bag inside the bedroom closet where the Blinkit package was sitting.
I waited for the right moment to get up and bring out the things.
I looked at her and said, “Baby, unaku inaiku oil massage pananum. Table la padu.” (Baby, I need to give you an oil massage today. Lie down on the table.)
She looked a bit surprised, but she didn’t say ‘no.’ She left the show and went to lie down. I brought out the oil bottle and started to apply oil heavily. I poured the oil all over her back, her shoulders, and her legs, rubbing it in smoothly.
Her skin was shining under the light, completely covered in oil. She closed her eyes, slowly relaxing as I kept massaging her body, waiting for the right time to bring out the other things.
While massaging her back, I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Kanna modu, enanalum panuven, kanna thorakaatha.” (Close your eyes, I’ll do something, don’t open your eyes.)
She smiled a bit when she heard me telling her to close her eyes and not open them no matter what I did. She trusted me completely, so she just nodded and buried her face into the pillow, keeping her eyes shut tightly.
Now her whole back was shining with the heavy oil, and she was completely still, waiting. I slowly got up from the table without making any noise and walked toward the bedroom closet to finally get the Blinkit package with the rope and other things.
She stayed face down on the table, her back glistening under the thick layer of oil as I moved quietly to the bedroom closet. The Blinkit package waited exactly where I had hidden it. I pulled out the coiled rope first, its smooth texture sliding through my fingers, then the butt plug and the small bottle of lube that came with it.
I returned without a sound. Her breathing stayed steady, trusting me completely. I started with her wrists, bringing them behind her back and wrapping the rope in tight, even loops. The knots held firm against her skin, pulling her shoulders back just enough to arch her spine.
I moved down to her ankles next, binding them together so her legs stayed pressed close. Each wrap of rope pressed into her oiled flesh, leaving faint red lines that would darken later.
Once she was secured, I stepped between her spread thighs and coated the butt plug with lube. The rounded tip pressed against her tight ring.
I pushed steadily, feeling the resistance give way as the widest part stretched her open. She jerked hard against the ropes and let out a sharp scream that echoed off the walls.
“Aaah, fuck!” The sound tore from her throat as the plug seated fully inside her, the flared base settling against her ass. Her body trembled on the table, muscles clenching around the intrusion while the rope kept her pinned in place. Oil dripped down her thighs as she tried to shift, but the bindings held her exactly where I wanted her.
I ran my hand over her bound ass, pressing lightly against the base of the plug to make sure it stayed deep.
Her scream faded into ragged breathing, but she kept her eyes shut as I had told her. The vibrator still sat unused on the counter, ready.
Only then did I start my fun. Once I had pushed the butt plug in and started to tease her, I parted her legs and took a pic of her juicy vagina. She was so comfortable with everything. And then I started to lick her pussy and started to vibrate her. She literally twitched a lot.
After about twenty minutes, I stopped. She was breathless and said, “Again pannu.” (Do it again.)
This time, I didn’t do anything. She again said, “Pannu da,” (Do it, da) seductively.
It was new for me to see her like this. This time, I kept the vibrator on the butt plug and started to lick her vagina. She was jumping due to the vibration and gave up her first orgasm easily. She had tears coming.
Then I gave her a break for ten minutes.
Then came round two. I poured more oil and started to penetrate her. It went in butter smooth, and she was moaning. I positioned my dick for easy thrusting and held on to the ropes on her breasts.
She said, “I feel like a fuck toy,” and I started to bang her super fast, at least two penetrations per second. She started to shout in pleasure. She couldn’t handle it and lost control.
She started to squirt for almost ten minutes easily, and I never stopped and kept on going. After twenty minutes, I stopped and kept the vibrator inside her. She didn’t even feel a thing.
My dick is six inches and two to three inches in width – not too big. But I have really good stamina. I run around ten kilometers. So, she was completely taken over.
She said she wanted water. I never untied her; instead, I fed her water directly, and she was happy. Suddenly she again said, “What happened today?”
Now, this time, I started to fuck her like a madman, and the room was echoing with the ‘thap thap’ sound for around twenty minutes again. Then I took a pic of her vagina and showed her. It was bigger now than before. There was a black hole.
She was surprised and had no energy to react. I did the same for the next eight hours until we both were hungry.
Then we took a shower again, and I fucked her for almost twenty minutes again in the shower. At least twenty rounds in one day, and she must have experienced eight-plus orgasms. Then we ordered food, ate, and she slept for two hours.
I started to work, and then at midnight she came and asked how to take out the butt plug. Then I put it on the table, spanked her ass until it became red, then pulled it out. She loved being a good little bitch.
Finally, she washed her butt plug, kept it in the drawer, and went to sleep. I completed my work and then went to sleep naked with her.
In the morning, I started to grind her a bit. She said, “No, let’s get breakfast.”
It was early morning in Bangalore; only Rameswaram Cafe was open. We went there, had a good breakfast, and I was not patient enough. I again fucked her like a madman inside the car itself. I parked it in the apartment parking and covered it all up.
She was surprised and said, “You have never done this much in one day. What has happened to you?”
Then I took her panties off and made her walk to the room without panties. She was wearing a long skirt. After that, I placed her on the same table and again started without anything.
This time she said, “Do anything you want,” and it went on for another four hours.
At this point, I was also tired. We took a long shower and then slept. And again woke up that same night after ten hours.
That’s all, people. We broke up due to her mom’s issues.
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