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This is the continuation of my last story. Feel free to give it a read for context.
Disclaimer: Take everything in this story with a grain of salt. I don’t like ruining someone’s life with my stories. I have skipped a lot of conversations between me and the lady for privacy.
She said, “Would you be okay with staying a few more days?”
I thought she was pulling my leg. So I said, “Do you have that kind of money to extend our stay?”
She said, “The room’s booked for 3 nights.”
I was surprised to hear that but also a bit annoyed. It meant I would have no alone time. She had gotten more clingy since our last fuck – that just added to the annoyance. But when I thought about it, I realized that her clinginess made me fuck her brains out. It was my way of punishing her.
To give you guys a bit of background, I’m a piece of trash individual who hates himself. It makes it difficult for me to tolerate dumb conversations or to have conversations. It makes it difficult to be good to people.
All these thoughts go through my head when I am by myself. But this lady was not leaving me alone for a minute so that I could process them.
Back to the story – so I said okay to her proposal. She was thrilled and started to pester me into going to different places. I specifically came to Tamil Nadu to get away from responsibilities. But here I was, stuck with this lady’s responsibility.
Of course, me being me, I took care of her like a champ, which only impressed her. We went back to our room. I lay down and tried to relax. I felt her arm over my jeans, circling my crotch area.
To paint you a picture, I’m a hairy and intimidating guy (as she would put it). She is this Tamil classical singer with a 90’s model-like body. She should be fucking someone younger and better-looking. But for some reason, she likes a jerk like me.
On top of that, I was sweating, tired and trying to catch my breath. But this gorgeous girl wanted my cock. I was so full of rage that I decided to fuck her soul out of her body. I looked at her and gave her a nod which implied, “Go ahead, play with my cock.”
Like a kid on a Christmas day, she ripped open my Jeans and started caressing her face over my crotch area. She pulled my underwear down and pressed her face against my cock and balls. She was letting out breaths as she was fondling my package.
She asked me, “Why isn’t it hard?” My normal answer would have been, ‘Because I am not in the mood.’ But this time, it was, “Get it hard,” and like a good bitch – she started doing it. She took my cock in her mouth. She started sucking it like a slave, trying to please her master, looking at me constantly.
I finally gave in and decided to take matters into my own hands – so to speak. She looked at me as I stood up and asked, “What’s wrong?” I said, “Let me help you out.” I made her sit on the floor, positioning her head against the bed and shoved my cock down her mouth.
This time, there was no resistance. Her eyes were fixated on me like I was her saviour as I was fucking her mouth. I took my cock out and saw her breathing heavily. She was still looking at me. I said, “Want it back?” She nodded like a kid and took it back like her life depended on it.
As she was sucking my cock, my mind wandered. I was ignoring my real-life responsibilities, and that just enraged me. I wanted to get rid of those thoughts. I held her head and started pistoning my cock in her face hard. I wanted her to choke on my cock.
Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I pulled my cock out and said, “Fucking slut!” and slammed her onto the bed. She knew what was coming, and she started pulling her pants down. I was so out of the zone that I pulled them away in one go, but they got stuck at her ankles.
I got on top of her. She grabbed onto me. I put my cock in completely raw – without any condom, in her pussy. She exclaimed, “Amma!” while biting down her teeth hard. I was so mad that I started saying mean things, “Fucking piece of shit!”
I thrust my cock hard into her. She was struggling and trying to push me away. But I was in no mood. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “Shut the fuck up.” I started choking her as I fucked her pussy into oblivion. I turned her phone’s camera on and placed it against a pillow.
She was in no condition to ask me questions or to stop me. I placed it against a pillow, but she said, “Please go slow.” As it was recording us, I could see us fucking. It looked like some South Indian villain was fucking a heroine because she owed him money.
She was pulling my face towards her and away from her phone’s camera for my attention and to find my lips to suckle on. That got me back to my senses. She begged for a smooch, but I was in no mood. I pulled out my cock and flipped her on her belly.
I whispered, “Bitch, on your knees.” Like a good bitch she was on her knees. I, on my one knee, slid my cock in her and grabbed her by the neck. I wanted to make sure she didn’t ask me for sex the rest of the night. I started pounding my cock into her pussy like a mad dog.
I pulled her head back using the grip I had on her neck. It made the thrusts very compact, but I was still feeling angry. That position wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to make sure I was too tired to think about my problems.
As a result, I just mounted her like a big dog fucking a chihuahua and started pistoning her pussy into the bed. Her knees were struggling to handle that force. She was wailing my name, “Please take a break.” But I was too out of the zone to care.
I started to buck-ride her and spank her whenever she gave me grief. I was growing tired now. I whispered, “Hold on to the edge of the bed,” and started my final thrusts. Her knees were trembling, and she finally collapsed. She could not handle the force of weight and thrusts.
But that didn’t stop me. I pulled her hair back and asked, “Should I pull out?” She said, “Please!” It didn’t sound like a no to me. I mushed her head in the mattress and started my long thrusts. She was utterly helpless and at my mercy. I pulled her head back again and asked her, “Want me to stop?”
She said, “Umph, No.” I spat on her face and let go of her head. I spanked her ass before I flexed for the camera though I have no muscles. I stood there on my knees with complete dominance over her. I decided to end this and flipped her over for missionary.
I knew that I had to make it quick. I was growing tired now, and I was having trouble climaxing for some reason. I looked at her and said, “This will be rough. Don’t you dare to scream!” She nodded in agreement and made a pointless request (she knew I wouldn’t listen, she told me later): “Please go slow.”
I didn’t respond and covered her mouth because I didn’t believe her. I started looking at the bed and her flawless body. I pounded her pussy without mercy. Her fingers scratched my back, and her hands squeezed my ass. I finally felt getting closer to a climax.
I pulled out my cock and got on top of her face. She was breathing heavily and looking at me jerk my cock off over her face. I unloaded all over her eyes and lips and collapsed right next to her.
The feeling of myself hating myself came back in a matter of a few minutes. I saw her trying to get on her feet using her arms. I pulled her back into the bed and held her head by the neck. I shoved it back towards my cock so she could get it hard again.
We fucked a few more times over the course of my stay in Tamil Nadu. She’s been asking me to visit her again ever since May. According to her, I’m her master.
Note: Readers, don’t take me as an example and consider this as the norm for every woman. The lady in this story happened to like what I did to her. But that’s not the case for every woman, so make sure you know what they like before trying anything with them.
As always, I didn’t mention the measurements of the girl and my dick because they are normal.
Hope you guys have a wonderful day ahead. If you have any feedback, feel free to email me at [email protected].