Hi, this is Suchitra. I am a 3rd year computer engineering student from Pune. Recently, I came out of a relationship. It was an uneventful experience, and my ex-boyfriend was quite lame. He was nothing compared to my regular fuckbuddy. Thinking about him, makes me feel an equal amount of fear and pleasure.
My engineering journey has been quite easy. Though I take my studies seriously, I never miss any opportunity of passing my exams easily. During the 1st semester exams of my 3rd year, we heard rumors about exam question paper getting leaked. Most of my batchmates termed it as a scam or a trap to expose university officials. But I, the ultimate opportune seeker, made my mind to take the risk.
The rumor was that this mystery helper was a garage owner just 3 kms from my college. The place, though busy, wasn’t a place for a college going girl like me. People gave that weird pervy look towards me. The vibes were such that if I had gone after getting dark, somebody would have grabbed me and ripped my clothes apart.
Thankfully, the best thing about this city is that it’s comparatively safe at this time of the day. The locality, which was basically a chor bazaar (flea market), was besides a busy road and people generally took that road to return to their home in the evening.
I had called this fellow before, so when I reached there, I parked my two-wheeler and went directly to his garage. This man was a heavily built, fat man of dark complexion. He seemed in his early thirties. I can tell he went to the gym before but since he stopped going his body fat has returned. I felt that he could crush me easily. Still mustering courage, I approached him.
Me: Hello, bhaiya. Are you the one who is selling the 3rd year semester papers? I need those urgently.
I knew I came out a bit blunt, but I couldn’t help it as I felt nervous.
The man looked at me directly and raised his eyebrows. He must have thought who was this girl demanding stuff from a man like him. I can tell he wasn’t spoken like this from a woman, especially from a girl of my age. But his gaze suddenly turned into one of lust and raw hunger.
Well, I forgot to describe myself. I am a girl with curvaceous body. My breasts are of protruding type and my ass is of smack able type. I wore a tight pink salwar kameez, which visibly showed my cleavage. No doubt this bulky man was drooling seeing me. His lusty smirk was saying everything.
I understood that going near him would be a dangerous thing to do. So, I stood far away from the garage entrance. There were people on the road, so I felt safer there. Even he understood my trepidation, so he tried to be jovial.
Man: Don’t worry madam, I have what you need. Just come inside and I will show you what you need.
Me: Bhaiya, it will be better if you show me the question paper here. Amm…Please?
I tried to sound polite.
Man: Okay, I will bring the question papers. And call me ‘Usman’.
He tried to sound convincing even though his voice was grumpy. It took Usman a few minutes to bring the question paper, so I tried to gaze the place where I was. The street where I was standing didn’t have much shops in it. Small alleys were between these old 3-storey buildings. Usman’s garage also seemed secluded and the main area where he kept his repairing instruments was deep inside the building. As the garage was specifically a two-wheeler repair shop, Usman would only need to bring a few tires and instruments out. When he wanted to close his garage, he would just slide everything inside and then close the shutter.
The inside of the garage was dimly lit and that gave an eerie feeling. I considered my decision to be good that I didn’t go inside. When Usman came and showed me the question papers, I was really elated. To be frank, I didn’t expect those to be genuine.
Me: How did you get these? Don’t you get caught?
Usman chuckled with his grumpy voice.
Usman: First thing madam, I didn’t get these papers. We have a peon mama in the university. He sometimes gets lucky and is able to print some more papers. He then perfectly hides those extra papers and gives a few of us the photocopy and we circulate it. But you will be the last person to receive this. Too many people have come to know about this. I would have burnt these papers before shutting my shop today.
Me: Arey no, bhaiya… I mean, Usman. Please don’t do this. We will be screwed in our exams. How much do you need? I will pay and leave.
Usman seemed to get dejected by this. I think he felt his opportunity of fucking me slipping from his hands. He gave an abrupt price.
Usman: Ten Thousand.
Me: Usman, that’s double. I heard that you are taking only five thousand for these papers. You can’t do that?
Usman literally snatched the papers from me and replied, “Listen madam, I am not a bargaining type of person. It’s ten thousand or nothing. My expenditure is minimal but I know the importance of these papers for you students. You leave and I will finally burn these and throw the ashes in the gutter. I have nothing to lose.
I landed into a dilemma. To be fair, I didn’t need those papers. I had studied well. But I thought that a little help won’t be a problem and hence I came to buy the question papers. My greedy streak got the better of me. I knew what I had to do.
Me: Usman, is there any other way by which we can sort this out? What can I do to make up for that extra five thousand?
Usman’s face lit up hearing my words. He gave a naughty smile and sleekly came near me. He then whispered in my ear.
Usman: Good, madam. You understood your assignment perfectly. You can keep the other five thousand too. In return for the papers, let me fuck you. I have started to like your boobs. I would like to squeeze them and treat you like a slut.
Usman had finally dropped the act, and I understood that if given a free rein, he would ravage me mercilessly. But I was Suchitra, and I had a knack of controlling wild men.
Me: Listen, Usman. You have to take the five thousand rupees. You can’t get rough with me. Also, you will buy a condom. I don’t want to have unprotected sex.
Usman: You are giving me too many conditions.
I stood up and started to leave. Usman grabbed my hand.
Usman: Okay fine, I won’t get rough. But I cannot promise for a condom. Believe me, this place is near the red-light area, and you will get substandard condoms.
There was no choice for me other than agreeing. I was able to sufficiently control this man. And also, the way he talked turned me on. The paan in his mouth smelled delicious.
Me: Fine, I can manage without the condoms. But I need you to rinse your mouth and take a new paan. If possible, give me a paan also.
I winked at him.
Usman chuckled excitedly and without saying anything, beaconed me to enter the garage. As I entered the place, a sense of fear was trying to grip me. But I knew there was no turning back.
Usman quickly cleared the entrance and pulled the shutter of the garage. Even though there was a small bulb glowing, it was only lighting the nearby shelf and a door. Usman unlocked the door and literally pushed me inside the room. Here too, there was only a small light which was lighting a cot. A shabby white blanket was all it had. Usman was in the other room and started rinsing his mouth.
Men and their desperation. He then brought a paan for me. I took the paan and as I was putting it in my mouth, I saw the raw hunger of lust in Usman’s eyes.
Quickly, he turned me around and grabbed my breasts with both his hands. I could feel his raw breath behind my neck and his drooling saliva mixed with paan was slowly dripping on my neck. He gave me kisses on my neck, biting my ear with his paan-laced teeth. I understood, it would be a messy sex session, but it was worth it. I was getting turned on somehow. Usman kept squeezing my breasts while I was grabbing his crotch.
Things started getting murky from this point. Usman shoved me below, grabbed my hair and brought me near his crotch. I didn’t like the smell of it. As he was undoing the lace of his pajama, he kept on rubbing my face on his crotch area. Soon, his pajama fell and he removed his underwear too.
The paan was the only thing that prevented me from vomiting. But my paan filled mouth wasn’t able to take Usman’s huge cock as he shoved it in my mouth. I literally discarded my unchewed paan on his tool.
Usman: Bitch, I never got this rough with my wife ever. Today, I am going to fuck you like crazy. Ahhh…keep sucking, bitch..
In – out, in – out, in – out. That brute kept shoving his huge tool rhythmically in my mouth. This went on for a long time until I fist-bumped hard on his tummy.
For some time, I gasped for air. Usman too was shocked by my behavior but he allowed me that timeout. After a minute or two, he again grabbed my hair, made me stand and then shoved me over the cot. The cot had no mattress and its ropes were grazing my back. I understood that from now on, things won’t be pleasant for me.
As I lay on the cot, Usman began undressing me. By one hand, he caressed my pussy from outside my pants and with the other hand he untied my pants’ nada. After that, he removed my pants along with my undergarment.
My slightly hairy pussy was visible to him. Without further thought, Usman dug his tongue inside and put two fingers to broaden my pussy.
Me: Ah…Usman bhai, you are amazing.
I said that just to tease him a bit. All of a sudden, he stopped, raised his head and started slapping my breasts. It was pleasurable and painful in equal measure.
He then squeezed my breast with his right hand and with his left hand vigorously fingered me. I was on cloud nine and my moans filled the garage.
After that, Usman parted my legs and inserted his manhood inside me. The thing was huge. But Usman didn’t start his rhythm.
First, he raised me and made me sit on his cock. Then he removed my salwar and bra, and finally, I got completely naked. And then we kissed. The feeling was lovable. I felt like falling for this guy.
And as soon as it came, the man’s gentleness turned into a raw vibrating fuck fest. In that same kissing pose, Usman started ramming me ceaselessly.
Usman: Bitch, I bet you haven’t been fucked like this before.
Me: Yes…ah…yes. Keep ramming me, motherfucker. You…are…right. No one has rammed me like you do…Ah…fuck..
Again, he laid me on the cot, raised my legs and while resting them on his shoulder, he again began ramming me. My moans were ceaseless as I grabbed the cot for my dear life. The cot was literally shaking with our movement.
After about 10 minutes, Usman took a pause and began sucking my sweaty breasts.
Me: Ah… fuck me…fuck me, Usman. Fuck me like you mean it.
Usman: As you say, whore.
He flipped me on the cot and now my breasts were rubbing the ropes. I felt a cold oil being rubbed on my ass and pussy. After rubbing my clitoris for a minute or two, Usman enters me from behind.
I was on all fours on the cot, while Usman kept ramming me. He would also slap my butt cheeks now and then.
I had already cummed a few times. My hands, legs, butt and pussy were all sore.
Finally, Usman cummed inside me. He laid beside me for some time.
Me: Thanks, Usman. You are awesome in bed. Your wife is very lucky.
Usman: Thanks, madam. Actually, she is 6 months pregnant with my number 4 child. I don’t get much time to spend with her. Today, I feel satisfied.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the garage shutter. Both of us sat up. Usman told me to put on my clothes, as he hurriedly put on his. It took me some time to get out of the shock.
As I was about wear my bra, 4 men barged inside the room. I let out a gasp and covered myself with that dirty white sheet. Two of them were from the university and two were policemen. Usman stood between me and those men. He was visibly angry at these people.
Usman: This is my mistress, Saheb. I am thinking of making her my second wife. Is it a crime now to have mistresses?
The chief policeman turned towards me and asked with disgust. “Hey you. You seem to come from a well-to-do family. Since when is he banging you?”
I bowed my head and replied, “Five-six months, Saheb?” I answered shyly with hint of timidness. It was natural.
Usman seemed impressed by my answer.
The policeman wasn’t convinced and asked my name. I said ‘Rubina’. I was shooting in the dark. Still not convinced, he ordered to completely search the garage. Three more men entered and they started to search everywhere. Everything was removed, examined and then tossed. Yet the search got complete in about 10 minutes.
Frustrated, the policeman as a last resort asked about my ID. I said Usman brought me today from my house, so I didn’t bring any.
In frustration, the police called off the search. After everyone left, Usman closed the shutter and came back. I had already gotten ready and started searching for my bag.
Usman: Don’t worry. I have kept them at a safe place that no one could find. I suggest you stay here for tonight and leave tomorrow morning. If you leave now, they may follow you.
I was in no mood in staying. And I was also starting to have second thoughts about Usman’s intentions.
Usman understanding this, got up and moved a heavy tool compartment. Below from a trap door, he removed my bag and gave it to me. I had no inclination of when he kept my bag in that safe place. I checked my belongings, gave Usman his cash and hurriedly went towards the closed shutter. Usman didn’t try to stop me. As he was about to open the shutter, I stopped him.
Me: I think you are right. I must hide here till morning so that the police don’t follow me. But what should I do here in the meantime?
Usman: Don’t worry. I will bring biryani and few cold drinks for you. You can chill over here.
Me: Alright then. But first, let’s clear this mess and then you go and order the biryani.
And then we started cleaning Usman’s garage. As we were cleaning, I came across a folded mattress wrapped in blue plastic.
Usman chuckled: “Sorry madam, I should have placed this on the cot before. I apologize for your discomfort.”
I was visibly irritated by it. He placed the mattress above the cot.
When Usman left to order the Biryani, I called my PG and said that I was at my relative’s house and would come in the morning.
After some time, Usman came back and closed the shutter. I hugged him from behind. For some reason, I started to like his filthiness.
Usman: Bitch, you seem to be ready for another round?
Me: Yes. Let’s fuck each other while devouring this biryani.
Usman: Great idea.
I got completely naked this time and laid on the mattress. The comfort level was A1 type. There was raita and curry in two different bowls. I put some curry on my bare nipples and poured the raita on my tummy. I then seductively beckoned Usman.
He just jumped on the opportunity. As he licked all the fluids from my body, I was giggling in excitement.
Next, he took a leg-piece from the plate and began rubbing it on my pussy. I got scared and hoped that he doesn’t insert it inside me. Thankfully he didn’t, but he again brutally pussy-licked me.
That night, I got to ride Usman. He is an expert in each and every position. He had his semen inside me multiple times. As he was dogging me, he even ate that leg-piece that he rubbed me with. As he held my hair while he rammed me, the only thing I heard was my moans and his grunts while chewing.
I got up quite late the next day. After making myself presentable, I finally reached my PG. I didn’t receive the question papers and I didn’t mind at that time. I thought Usman must have discarded it somehow to evade the police.
But after one week, Usman came near my PG. I was angry by it. I thought he would misbehave with me.
But the surprise came when he handed me an envelope and said to me, “Madam, your mamu sent you this envelope.”
When I opened it in my room, I saw that there were all the semester question papers that I needed.
I still sometimes meet Usman whenever I feel my sex life has gone sour.