Hi, this is Vish back with another story in your favourite genre – Hardcore.
The incident is recent and happened the weekend prior to writing this story. I have a passion for dancing and like to post dance videos on my Instagram. I do hip hop, which I learnt in my childhood.
During my college days, there was a girl from the junior batch named Swati who was also a great dancer. She had a YouTube channel where she posted her dance videos. We knew each other well and had promised to make a dance video together. But it wasn’t happening due to the COVID outbreak.
Two weeks ago, we finally managed to take out time for choreography and practice. I went to her house, and we started our regular practice sessions. The song ‘She Move It Like’ by Badshah was our track. She choreographed most of the steps, and I was responsible for the hook step and lifts in the dance.
Halfway into the choreography, we were struggling with the lifts, which we decided to practise last Saturday. I was supposed to grab her by her waist and spin her around, followed by lifting her in the air and holding her arms (firmly grabbing her shoulder joint/armpit area).
Unintentionally, my hands brushed against her boobs multiple times, after which she jokingly addressed it by saying, “Beta kamar pakadna hai mere boobs nahi.” (You’re supposed to grab my waist, not my boobs.) We laughed it out, and I apologized.
Swati: That’s fine, it was a mistake. Am I right?
Me: No, it wasn’t.
Swati: Why did you say sorry then?
Me: I was being sarcastic.
Swati: Sarcastic with the ‘Sorry’ or with the confession?
Me: What confession?
She: Nothing, dumbass.
“Haha, okay, let’s continue. I was thinking that in the intro, we could do something different, and I have a crazy idea for it,” I said.
“Okay, what?”
Me: Handcuffs
She: What?
Me: Your outfit is going to be black, and you are going to do some random moves for the video as usual. I say that you do those moves with a handcuff locked only on your right wrist. You spin around and do your usual steps. Then we will cut to me standing behind you.
Me: I’ll hold your stomach and you will turn your head behind. Holding your cuffed hand, I will spin you. Then we cut to you standing against the wall where my left hand and your right hand will be cuffed together. We raise our hands above our heads together while looking at each other.
Swati: What the fuck!
Me: What?
Swati: Are you out of your mind?
Me: I’m sorry, I was being creative. Forget it.
Swati: Yeah, and you should too. You’re not getting it from me.
Me: Getting what?
She: Your chance.
Me: I wasn’t trying to do that. (I was lying. I totally was)
She: I don’t trust you. I can’t help but think that you didn’t come up with this idea right now. You planned it. Didn’t you?
Me: No, I mean, I did have the idea before, but that doesn’t mean that I planned anything.
She: Let me see your bag. (She told me that she was expecting condoms)
“What? Why?” I said as I ran behind her. She rushed to unzip my bag. She searched and, in no time, found the handcuffs. She didn’t even look at me. She was shocked. She looked at it with confusion and disbelief. She examined the cuffs. I ran towards her and snatched it.
Me: Look, I can explain.
She: Go on…explain.
Me: Give me your hand.
She: No way.
Me: Please, just let me show you what I have been thinking. If you feel uncomfortable at all, say it, and I’ll stop. Alright?
She: Nope…not happening.
I grabbed her right wrist and locked it quickly. She tried to resist but couldn’t outpower me. I forcefully grabbed her left hand as well placed both her hands behind her back, and cuffed them together. I forcefully kissed her and she didn’t kiss me back.
“Kiss me, Swati”, I said in an assertive tone. She still didn’t respond. I went lower and kissed her neck. I planted soft kisses on her neck, moving towards her earlobe. I traced down from her earlobes to her collarbone. I licked her neck and stopped mid-way to suck on her neck.
She moaned loudly the moment I pressed her flesh between my lips. I sucked on it for a while, leaving a fresh dark mark. “See, now you’re mine,” I said. “What do you me–” she tried to speak, but I interrupted it with a kiss. She finally began responding.
My hand roamed around her body, making its way down her back to her ass. Her curves were a familiar territory for me. I have traced her waist, stomach and ass multiple times while dancing but never sexually. This was a different feeling and an amazing one.
“I want you to go down,” I whispered. She didn’t respond to it. I played with her hair as we kissed. I brushed it into a ponytail and tugged it roughly. It made her lose her balance and fall to her knees. I pulled her face close to my crotch, and her eyes got stuck on my hard-on.
“See what you’ve done, Swati?” I asked rhetorically. I pulled her face closer, making her lips touch my hard dick from above the denim fabric. With my left hand gripping her hair tightly, I unbuttoned and unzipped myself with my right hand. I pulled my dick out, and I saw her shrug her shoulders.
It seems like she wanted to touch it but was restricted due to her hand being cuffed behind her back. I pointed my dick towards her face and thrust my hips forward. She denied opening her mouth, but I forced it in. She had no choice. I pushed half of my dick into her mouth and pulled it out completely.
She closed her eyes. I pushed it in again. I began moving my dick in and out. The warm feeling of her mouth wrapped around my dick was heavenly. I felt her tongue move around my dick as it went in. She licked the tip as it came out. I pulled my dick all the way out, and the pop sound made me excited. \
I pushed the dick further, this time getting hornier with every thrust. My breaths got faster as I fucked her mouth with passion. I wanted a good view, so I unbuttoned most of her shirt buttons, leaving only the last two fastened. She wore a black bra.
Her stomach, boobs, her bare chest and messed up hair with her hands cuffed behind. A spectacular view. I took my T-shirt off and pulled off my jeans. Standing completely naked in front of her, I moved my body around with my dick standing erected and soaked in her saliva.
I began making hip movements, and her eyes were stuck on my dick. “Do you want to touch it?” I asked. “I want to eat it up,” she replied. “Tongue out,” I ordered. I kissed her open mouth in the sloppiest of ways and politely spit on her tongue. I placed my dick right on that spot on her tongue and drove it in.
Pushing my dick till she gagged, I kept it there. Gently placing my hand behind her head, I tapped on her head to create a pleasant vibrating motion. She gasped when I pulled out. I went in again and fucked her throat for a good 5 minutes by holding her head. I finally paused, leaving her teary and satisfied.
I sat down in front of her, kissing her deeply and passionately. “Want me to fuck you?” I asked. She nodded yes. “I am going to put a cloth in your mouth, and I am going to be rough with you. Is that okay?” She nodded yes. I brought my handkerchief from my jeans pocket and rolled it up.
I put it in her mouth and tied it behind her head like a mouth gag. “Do you want me to release your hands?” She nodded no. I slapped her tightly across the face, holding her cheeks firmly in my arms and said, “Good. Otherwise, the treatment would have been worse.”
Holding her face like that, I forced her to stand up and pushed her against the wall. I pulled the shirt apart, breaking the final two buttons. I pulled the shirt off her shoulders which got stuck at the wrist due to the handcuffs. Unhooking her bra from the front, I released her prized possessions, her melons.
I slapped them both tightly 5 times randomly before grabbing her left boobs and squeezing it hard, pinching the nipples. I did the same with her right boob and bent over to suck it. Sucking the boobs made her moan and made me harder. My hand was now on my dick as I ate her and rubbed myself off.
She was standing naked with her black shorts and panties lowered down to her ankle and me on my knees eating her pussy. I inserted one finger in and sucked on the clit while fingering her deeply. She couldn’t hold it. She was in pleasure. Her legs began to shake.
I kept eating. She was building up the orgasm, her motions told me. “Cum for me, Swati,” I said. The next moment, she exploded and collapsed to the ground. She was on the floor, lying on her left side, sensitive and shivering. I showed no mercy, lifted her leg and pushed my dick inside.
She moaned and prayed and begged, and I kept fucking. I also squeezed her boobs, and I desired and slapped them. I pulled the mouth gag out and grabbed her throat. She could moan more easily now. But I choked her now and then. Going faster and deeper, choking her tighter and then releasing.
“I am going to cum inside you. I won’t stop fucking till I do. I might tear you up, but I’ll fuck you as I desire.” Saying these as I got closer to my orgasm. I released my juices inside her.
I uncuffed her hands and laid down beside her. She didn’t utter a single word. I hugged her, cuddled for a bit and kissed her. She cried, and I hugged her till she was okay. I left after that.
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