Desi Sex Stories My name is Vishal, and this is my first story on XIS. I am 6’1″ tall, so I appear lean, but I have a decent build. My type is a woman who knows exactly what she wants.
This story is about a similar woman who is an alumnus of the college I study in. She came in for an event, and I exchanged my Instagram with hers. That day I followed her from my account and only looked at her account at the end of the day.
I finally realised how hot she was and I scrolled through her photos. I might or might not have imagined stuff watching her in a backless top and jeans.
We didn’t talk much except reply to stories and stuff. One day her text popped up: “Have any plans tonight?” Immediately excited, I replied with, “Nothing special, What’s up?”
Avantika: Let’s have a chat, what do you say?
Me: Yeah, why not? Should we meet at Social or Local?
Avantika: Haha! Local.
Me: What? It’s not what you had in mind?
Avantika: What do you have in mind?
Me: You.
Avantika: Don’t you act smart with me.
I didn’t reply until later in the evening to let her know I was leaving. I reached, and she made me wait for 45 minutes. I finished one and a half episodes of Lucifer while I waited for her. We just normally ate, flirted and judged people around us.
Then went on to discuss our ‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned’ topics. She told me that when she was in college, she almost got caught giving a blowjob to her boyfriend in his car. A security guard from a nearby building came peeping.
They got scared, stopped whatever they were doing and left. I asked her if her boyfriend stopped again to continue. She said absolutely not; he was the one more scared of getting caught. I laughed.
She brushed it off with an eye roll and reminded me that it was my turn to spill the tea. I told her that two months ago, Ayushi and Aman came to my place to smoke some stuff, and we had a threesome.
She said, “Such a liar you are.” I laughed and didn’t argue. It was time to leave. We flirted until she told me it’s late and she doesn’t want to go home alone. So, I suggested that “I could either drop you home or you could come back to my place.” We ended up at my place.
We had kissed in the car already. We couldn’t keep our hands from each other, so we also kissed in the lift. Entered the apartment, and her top was on the floor before we closed the door.
I carried her to my room because I have flatmates and I didn’t want to stop kissing. Her emerald top was left on the living room floor, her black T-shirt bra outside my door. I dropped her on the bed and kissed her amazing dark-toned skin.
I could taste the bitterness from the sprays of perfume on her chest. Her boobs were soft, bouncy and fit perfectly in my palm as I kneaded them. She moaned so loudly with a guttural tone. In that moment, I recalled her story about the car.
I slid my hand in her shorts. “Do you do blowjobs?” I joked mockingly. “Too easy, fuck mouth.” She replied.
I got up and stood beside the bed. She went on her fours and brought her mouth close to my dick. She kissed around my lower abdomen. Kissed my v-line, my thighs and the shaft. She began sucking as her back arched like a pornstar.
I realised how flexible she is. I started thrusting my hips, going deeper in her throat. I don’t know if her throat is so hollow or my dick is tiny; it went in her throat so easily. She made no gagging sounds but choked when I went deep.
I loved the blowjob so much, I had to give it all not to cum in her mouth. I went behind her now and planted my face between her ass. I kissed her ass cheeks and made my way to her pussy. She was dripping down her thigh.
I cleaned it until she started basically demanding me to fuck. We fucked for a good 10-15 minutes before I came. We slept after a while and the fucked in the morning too. In the morning she insisted on going, but I was not at all going to let her go so soon.
I woke up next to her, both naked. She looked so sexy; how could I not fuck? I fingered her while we chatted. I kept asking her stuff while I knew she wasn’t Able to answer anything through her moans. I then switched to talking about her, how good she felt last night.
I told her I never felt sex like I felt it last night and made her cum with my fingers. She climbed on top of me, and that was perhaps the sexiest sight I had ever seen. I was so hard, I was nowhere close to my orgasm. I bent her over and fucked her hard.
That’s when she said something I had not at all imagined: “Yes, yes fuck me better than my husband.” Hearing those words, I don’t know what came to my mind; I came in no time. I pulled out and sprayed all that cum over her back.
We both collapsed on the bed and eventually reached our work and college later than usual. I couldn’t get that out of my mind all day. I texted her too but got no reply until after a whole week.
I played her secret boyfriend until she moved to Bangalore with her husband. We still talk sometimes, discuss our lives, but we haven’t met after she moved away.
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