Previous Part: Being a slut in an onsite assignment – Part 2
Hello readers, I am flattered by the amazing response I received for the first two parts. The warm feedback received via mail was very motivating. I am back, sharing my real-life adventures with Faizal while onsite in Chennai last year.
So, here is me, your favourite Radhika, with a pair of 36D boobs, guiding you through another one of my encounters. As the sun bathed my room in its golden rays, I awoke to a whirlwind of emotions. Fresh in my mind were the events of the past two days—intense, raw, and passionately erotic.
I couldn’t shake my powerful attraction for Faizal, who had effortlessly ignited a wildfire within me. I had slept deeply, exhausted from the mind-blowing sex we shared. Now, my body felt refreshed, yet every inch of my skin tingled at the thought of Faizal.
There was something about him that brought out a side of me I never knew existed—reckless, uninhibited, and thirsting for pleasure. The buzzing of my phone interrupted my reverie. It was Faizal, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
We chatted, his playful tone teasing me, making my cheeks flush with shyness and anticipation. Despite the initial guilt of cheating on my boyfriend, the lust and connection I shared with Faizal drowned out any remorse.
“I’m almost at your PG complex,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation. “Are you ready for me?”
His words ignited a spark within me. I felt an urge to do something unexpected that would showcase my desire’s depth.
“I’ll be there in a few,” I replied, my voice husky with mischief.
My heart raced as I prepared for Faizal’s arrival. I wanted to surprise and show him the extent of my passion. After a moment’s hesitation, I made a daring decision. I would greet him nude, save for a tiny scrap of fabric covering my most intimate area.
The sound of knocking on my door signalled Faizal’s arrival. My pulse quickened as I slowly unbolted the door, my excitement building.
“Who’s there?” I called out, feigning innocence.
“It’s me, Faizal. You know that,” came his deep, familiar voice.
With a mischievous glint, I quietly unlatched the door and rushed back to the bathroom, leaving the entrance slightly ajar.
“Come in, the door’s open!” I shouted playfully.
Faizal stepped into my lair, a sense of intrigue washing over him. He secured the door and turned to find me emerging from the bathroom, nude, my body a canvas of desire. His gaze immediately fixed on my full breasts, perfectly shaped and inviting.
“A work of art,” he murmured, his eyes devouring every inch of me. “You are stunning, Radhika.”
I felt a surge of pleasure and power at the effect I had on him. With his intense gaze and skilled touch, Faizal made me feel admired and desired. It awakened something wild within me.
“Will you only stare, Mr. Faizal?” I teased, my voice reflecting the boldness that had unexpectedly blossomed in his presence.
Snapped out of his trance, Faizal took a step towards me, his eyes never leaving my breasts. He cupped one breast gently. His fingers trailed over the other, toying with my nipples and sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I stood there, a smile of satisfaction spreading across my face.
Feeling his eyes on me, appreciating my body, filled me with a sense of sensual confidence I had never known before. Faizal, seemingly entranced by my breasts, snapped out of his daze. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He responded by pulling me closer, our kiss deepening with each passing second.
His hands roamed my bare back, sending shivers down my spine and leaving me yearning for more. I broke the kiss breathless and reached for the bulge in his trousers, feeling his hardness beneath the fabric. I teased and caressed him, enjoying the power I had to arouse this man.
Faizal, in turn, rubbed his hands up and down my back, sending waves of delight through my body. Needing to catch my breath, I guided Faizal to the bed and slowly made him lie down. I straddled his hips, feeling his erection pressing against my panties.
I ground my hips against him, enjoying the friction and the way his hardness complemented my softness. Our lips fused once more, our kisses passionate and deep. My hands wandered down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles before travelling southward to the waistband of his trousers.
With deft fingers, I undid the button and zipper, freeing the object of my desire. My lips and tongue left a trail along his chest and abdomen. I reached his now-exposed manhood. With a playful glint in my eye, I used my teeth to gently tug his underwear down, releasing his cock. It stood tall and demanding.
Closing my eyes, I took him into my mouth, savouring his warmth and taste. I moaned softly as he grew harder. His hips involuntarily thrust as I took him deeper. My hand caressed his balls, heightening his pleasure. My mouth worked in harmony, sucking and teasing him.
Faizal groaned, his body rigid with pleasure, and gently pulled me away. He didn’t want to succumb too quickly to the intense sensations I was offering. Sitting up on the bed, he pulled me close, kissing me deeply, tasting himself on my lips.
Then, with gentle force, he made me lie down. I began to explore my body with his lips and tongue, leaving no inch untouched. He kissed my cheeks, lips, neck, and ears, sending shivers down my spine. His kisses trailed lower to my shoulders and breasts.
He suckled and bit gently, leaving marks of passion. He teased my nipples with his tongue and teeth, sending electric pulses through my body. Moving downward, his fingers deftly removed my panties. He inhaled my musky scent. I felt his tongue on my swollen lips.
Then he entered me, his tongue probing deeply, causing my body to arch off the bed. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the sheets as he pleasured me with his expert mouth.
As Faizal’s tongue worked its magic, delving deeper and circling my clit, I felt an orgasm building within me, threatening to consume me entirely. Faizal, sensing my impending release, maintained his oral assault, his eyes locked on mine.
I tensed, my entire body rigid, as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. My eyes closed, my head thrown back. I cried out his name. My body shook with the force of my release. The intensity of it left me breathless and sated. Faizal, his face glowing with satisfaction, kissed his way up my body.
His hands reached for a condom. With practised ease, he sheathed himself and slowly entered me, his eyes never leaving mine. I gasped as I felt his entire length fill me, his manhood hitting all the right spots. Arching my back, my breasts pressed against his chest.
I moved with him, our hips creating a sensual melody. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, accompanied by our mingled moans of pleasure. Faizal’s thrusts were deep and passionate, each one driving me closer to the edge.
I matched his rhythm, my hips moving in perfect harmony, our bodies becoming one in a dance of desire. Being so intimately connected to this man physically and emotionally sent me into euphoria. Suddenly, Faizal withdrew, leaving me wanting.
Without a word, he turned me over, positioning me on my hands and knees, offering him my ass. I felt his fingers teasing my tight entrance. He slowly entered me, filling me in a way I had never experienced before. The sensation was intense, and I tensed at the sudden fullness.
Faizal soothed me with whispers, urging me to relax and surrender to the pleasure. Gradually, he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with slow, deliberate thrusts. I was caught between pleasure and pain and soon felt the pleasure of winning the battle.
The initial discomfort faded, and I relished being taken in such a way. Faizal’s stamina was remarkable. He showed no signs of slowing down as he pounded into me with controlled force. The sound of our passionate coupling filled the room once more, accompanied by my soft moans.
I felt Faizal’s hands gripping my hips. His fingers dug into my skin as he thrust deeper and harder. My body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure. I relished the sensation of being possessed by this man. After a particularly deep thrust, my body tensed.
I cried out as another orgasm washed over me. Faizal, his face contorted with pleasure, kept thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with practised ease. I was in a state of pure, unrestrained bliss. I couldn’t believe I had lost my anal virginity to this man.
I savoured the feeling of discovering a new depth of pleasure. Faizal’s cock felt incredible as it slid in and out of me. I knew I had found a kindred spirit in the pursuit of erotic exploration. Faizal, too, was revelling in the tight warmth of my ass.
He quickened his pace, his hips slamming against me, his balls slapping against my wet core. The sound of our flesh meeting filled the room, a symphony of lust and abandon. My ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust, my body yielding to his every move.
Faizal grunted as his pleasure built. His veins throbbed against the walls of my ass. Suddenly, he pulled out, his cock slick with my juices.
“I’m going to cum,” he panted. “Where do you want it?”
Without hesitation, I replied, “In my mouth.” I craved the taste of him, the essence of his release.
Faizal removed the condom and stood before me. With a final, powerful thrust, he erupted, filling my mouth with his warm seed. I swallowed it all, relishing his taste, the essence of his desire. As we lay spent and sated, emotions washed over me.
The intensity of our connection left me breathless, and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and liberation. Faizal held me close, his arms a comfort around me. He kissed my forehead softly and whispered, “That was incredible. You are incredible.”
I smiled, my heart full, and kissed him gently. “You, too,” I murmured. As we lingered in each other’s arms, the reality of our situation crept in. We knew our time together was fleeting. Soon, we would have to part ways and return to our separate lives.
But at that moment, with our hearts and bodies intertwined, we savoured the aftermath of our passionate encounter. Reluctantly, Faizal got up to leave, his hand lingering on mine. I stood at the door, watching him go, my heart fluttering with mixed emotions.
I felt a deep connection to this man, and the thought of not seeing him again left an ache in my chest. “I’ll text you,” he promised, as if reading my mind. “We’ll make plans to meet again soon.” I nodded, my pulse racing at the prospect of our next tryst.
With a final, lingering kiss, we parted ways, each carrying the memories of our erotic affair. A secret tryst had ignited a fire within me that refused to be extinguished. I went about my day. My body still hummed with the memories of Faizal’s touch and kisses.
He had made me feel so desired. The intensity of our connection lingered. I knew that something inside me had shifted. I felt a newfound sense of self-discovery and liberation as if a dormant part of myself had awakened. That night, I lay in bed, replaying every touch, every kiss, and every thrust.
I touched myself, reliving the sensations we had shared, yearning for our paths to cross again. I knew our passion would be even more intense and all-consuming the next time we met. Until then, the memories of our erotic encounter would fuel my fantasies and keep the fire burning bright.
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