Desi Sex Stories The light seeped through the curtains as the fan played with them. It was just a sliver, a small beam of light casting its ray over the woman on the bed. She was semi-naked on the bed, naked waist down.
A simple crop top covered her breasts, barely. Nipples pointing through that soft fabric and the top stopping right below her belly button. Her crotch bare and her thighs glistening in the light from her last night’s mess. The sheets under her waist showcased stains, old and new.
It was not her first endeavour, nor her last. She loved it. She loved every aspect of it, the orgasms, the process and the high she felt when she did it. It was not just with herself but also with other people. Both men and women.
Her sheets lost track of how many were wrapped along with her, moaning and grinding. Leaving out stains as they orgasmed right on them. Last night was a little different. There wasn’t anyone with her. She was alone, laptop on the side and a porn video playing on the screen.
It was amateur-like, but it was one of those that made anyone touch themselves. It was her on the screen, in a hotel room, doing it rough on the bed. New sheets but old moves. Only difference being, they were going at it rough. They barely did it on the bed.
Her ass was propped up as her hands extended above her head against the wall in surrender, while her tits pressed against it. The guy grabbed her hips with both his hands and fucked so hard that the CCTV had a little vibration every time he rammed his cock in her.
She loved it; it wasn’t long before she screamed and came right on his cock. The video was almost an hour, building up at first. Then intense fucking throughout till she passed out on his cock. This was a video, footage that was recovered from that hotel and was to blackmail her.
It was a while back; a year had passed since the incident had occurred. The footage was the only thing remaining of that incident. The guy had blackmailed her, trying to have one hanging over her head. But ultimately, she turned the tables.
A series of events orchestrated by her occurred, and finally, she sent another one back to him. A video of his wife being fucked by her. He caved in. Accepted his defeat. They moved far away from her. Before leaving, she asked him for the footage so that she could cum when she didn’t have much to do.
The audacity. It hurt the guy’s ego, but he couldn’t do much. He gave her what she wanted and left with his wife. That’s a story for another day. Last night she was touching herself; touching was an understatement. Two fingers and their two knuckles disappeared deep inside her.
She was squirming on the bed, playing with her tits, teasing her nipples. Treating her body like it was someone else’s. She watched the footage, all the things that happened to her in it. How she was blackmailed using it and how she fucked someone else’s wife to get revenge.
It worked because she let out a whimper, a moan and then a series of “Fuck.” Finally came on those same sheets, adding a stain to the existing ones. She dozed off; the intensity was too much for her to handle. The light shone right across her chest, nipples perking up as the cold descended on her.
She started waking up. Her thighs glistened in that sunlight, shining as the cum had coated a layer over them. Her pussy was still oozing from last night’s adventure. She loved it messy. She loved having her pussy lose its control. It gave her satisfaction, a sense of contentment that last night went well.
She stretched her body. There were very few who could actually restrain themselves when seeing her like this, and especially when she stretched her arms. A curvy figure but toned throughout. A contradictory look that made anyone think of lewd things in their minds.
Natural D cups were her strength, and she didn’t mind flaunting them. That was her shield, her weapon. Most could never look past them, and she wanted it that way. Her waist wasn’t slim nor perfect like that of a supermodel’s, but it was toned and enough.
She did feel the occasional rub from strangers’ hands as she passed by in public. She loved the attention but hated their advances. Finally, her ass, those cheeks soft as her ones on the face, plump and not too big but enough for someone to plunge in their head and never want to get up.
Most tried this, and they got addicted. She woke up, eyes slowly coming back to reality as the light made her close them again. She closed them without any complaint, started thinking of “things”, things she did last week. This was her final day today.
By evening, she would be changing to a new city, starting a new life. More like a new job actually. This one week, well, she tied up the loose ends. She ended relationships that she had, fucked people she always wanted to fuck and finally, packed up all her essentials.
The sheets go with her, though. It’s like her art but gross and very weird. She woke up, wet and horny; her thighs needed attention. Still lying on the bed, she let her hands go over her thighs. Rubbing over her thighs, her nerves overloaded her brain with pleasure.
Her body arched up as her fingers got closer to her wetness. Her pussy oozed, and her nipples perked up. She let out a moan, a heavy breath. “Fuck,” she said out loud. Her fingers touched her sensitive wet cunt.
“Ah,” she let out a squeal, something that could get dicks hard instantly. She started playing with it. Twisting on the bed, playing with her tits with the other free hand. Pulling up her shirt as she took her breast into her hand, and gave a good squeeze. Her pussy responded.
She started rubbing her clit, and switched to her cunt, and then the cycle repeated. She got close; her mornings were always intense and quick. She didn’t need much to cum. Right then, her phone rang. Just beside the laptop, it started vibrating; she picked it up and looked at the screen.
It was her friend, her only confidant whom she hadn’t fucked. Her friend knew all her dirty secrets, but she didn’t have any on her. So, she motivated her, manipulated her and turned her into a version of herself. A dilated version who didn’t have threesomes or fucked the maid when she refused to clean her room.
She cursed her timing. She was close; the phone was vibrating. “Fuck it,” She said out loud and put that vibrating phone right over her cunt and her clit. It kept vibrating, and she just arched her and rode through the entire call, and finally, she got close.
She was about to cum. She squeezed her thighs and rubbed her pussy against the screen. Her pussy swiped the call and picked it up.
“Hello? Rati?” Her friend asked innocently, when all she heard in reply was a big moan and a gush of liquid hitting the phone. All went silent, and then heavy breathing noises.
“Yes?” Rati replied.
“Wait, what did you do—Did you just fucking cum on your phone!?” She knew Rati much better than anyone. It was more of an annoyance than surprise.
“Sorry yaar, I was in the middle of it, and the phone started vibrating. So…a makeshift vibrator. Couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
“Fuck you, Rati” Clearly irritated by the nympho freak her friend was.
“You wish. Now why did you call me so early?” Rati was still breathing heavily, and her hands were still rubbing and playing with her thighs, less effective now, though.
“Early? Bitch, it’s 11 in the morning, you have your flight in the next three hours!”
“Fuck!” She screamed and rushed to make the flight. Dressed like a homeless person hiding all her assets, she made her way to the city where she was going to start anew.
After last week’s fiasco at her office, she desperately needed a fresh start. She couldn’t get a job after that. After those headlines for which she was the reason.
“The Office Party Turns Into An Orgy”
Lucky for her, she knew well enough to have the boss in her pocket. Getting fired was actually the least of all the things that could have happened to her. The word had spread about her; rumours came up, and it was risky working in that city. She gave an interview.
Her friend, Esha, the one who helped her unknowingly with her orgasm, gave her a good slap, brought her back to her senses. Rati now decided to start afresh with as few complications as possible, keeping the inner slut confined in herself. It wouldn’t come out,t at least in her professional life.
She got up, got dressed and packed all her things. She had a suitcase and a bag left behind after she sent all her belongings to her friend’s place in Bangalore. A new beginning for her. Dressed up in a front-buttoned blouse and tight jeans to complement her curvy waist down.
She booked an auto, the fastest one to the airport and got into it. The city zoomed past her as she relived all those memories. How she came there as an innocent graduate and soon found out about sex and got addicted to it. She wasn’t embarrassed about it.
She loved that side of her; she embraced it. Her personality slowly adapted to her love for sex. She grew from a shy, insecure girl to a woman who flaunted her naturally gifted curves and soon found out how to dress to look sexy and classy rather than as a whore. She did the same now as well.
A front-buttoned top with the top and the bottom two buttons opened up, revealing enough cleavage to look modern and hot and a waist that most girls wished for. She knew the driver’s eyes were on her. She didn’t mind it. She busted her ass at the gym to get a figure like hers, and she felt she deserved attention.
Usually, the drivers were creepy, looking unapologetically from the mirror and giving her stares as if she was a call girl in their auto. This one was different. He was being shy, feeling guilt yet unable to control his desire to look at her and peeked at her occasionally.
She smiled; she liked guys like him. She decided to treat him. She lifted her hands like a yawn and let the blouse ride up her waist, revealing a clearer view of her waist. She arched herself back, stretching her arms so that the underside of her bra was also visible to him.
His eyes were pinned onto her. He forgot what he was doing for a moment. She was a beauty that he could only see in his dreams. The shyness and the guilt disappeared in him, and she stretched her hands a bit more. He came back to his senses when he heard a horn screaming at him.
He got back to reality, swerving to avoid a collision. She laughed out loud, looking at his embarrassment. He didn’t try to look at her in the remaining drive to the airport.
Finally, when she reached the airport, she winked at him, said thank you and went to board the plane to Bangalore.
Meanwhile, in Bangalore, in the flat where Rati’s friend stays, Sakshi’s dress was half-done. Her straps were down her shoulders, and her tits were out in the open. Her legs were spread wide, and her dress pulled up to her waist. She was getting fucked by her roommate’s boyfriend.