Hey guys. John here after a while to entice you with boners and wet pussies with another sexcapade.
While working in Delhi a few years ago, I reconnected with an old-school friend. Let’s call her Shivani. She was shy and introverted in school. BBut she lived near my house so we had been good friends. Years after school, she pinged me on FB, catching up.
Shivani: I see the memes you post, you smoke up too?
Now, coming from her, this was unexpected. I realised this introverted girl had broken free of her shell and was living her life. If nothing else, I’m sure we could bond over smoke. Nothing prepared me for what lay ahead.
We met up casually and became friends again. A few meetings later, we were chatting and rolling a blunt on the terrace of a cafe/ pub. With me rolling on the table, she suddenly kept her hand on my knee and started rotating her fingers in a circular motion.
John: What are you doing?
Shivani: I’m trying to tell you I like you, now you decide what happens.
Now, let me paint her image. Short and curvy. Shoulder-length straight hair. No glasses. Dark skinned. 5’4. 36DD-32-34. Bubble butt and bouncing boobs that strain against all her clothes, just waiting to jump out. Black crop top and denim shorts. Sexy!
I scooched over next to her, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looked deep into her eyes and said,
John: Why don’t you look me in the eyes and say what you want?
A slight shift in dominance occurred, and I could see she was aroused. I’m tall, dark and thick, and she looked like a tiny fuckdoll this close to me.
Shivani: I really wanna fuck. Please, let’s go. Now? Or plan later?
I noticed her eyes looking at my lips, barely inches from hers, and I slowly closed in and teased her. Not touching her lips with mine, just lingering.
And suddenly, she grabbed my shirt, pulled me close, and French kissed me for a good few minutes. Separated, panting and extremely turned on. She had a long sip of her drink before turning back and asking me again.
John: Today doesn’t work. I already have an appointment with another couple. And I don’t think you’d like to join that. But what do you have in mind?
Shivani: Are you seriously saying no to a horny girl literally begging to fuck? Why, I…
Before she could say anything, I kissed her. Deeply. Passionately. My hands slowly moved on her back, her hands gripping my collar. Without a word, with her tongue pushing into my mouth, she grabbed my arm.
She slid her hand down to my hands, which I firmly placed into her ample breasts. She was almost pleading for me to grope her right there on the dimly lit terrace. I didn’t need another invitation and slowly started squeezing her beautiful breasts.
Even though they were huge, they felt soft like butter against my big hands. I could feel her squirming and lightly moaning as our hands and tongues explored each other. My hands slowly explored her breasts, lightly groping and kneading them, making her moan into my lips.
I broke the kiss and started feverishly kissing her neck. Her shivering and subdued moans told me how well I was doing. I was rock-hard, but I wanted to do what she was comfortable with. My tongue slowly licked my neck as I slowly undid her top button.
Immediately, my tongue dived into the exposed area. She jerked, saying I was going in the right direction. My fingers pinching and squeezing her soft breasts over her bra. She wanted me to take her right here. I could feel it. I knew I wanted her to say it. As soon as I broke that kiss,
Shivani: Oh fuck John, why won’t you fuck me right now?
John: Do you want more?
Shivani: Yes.
John: Baby, I’m sure you can do better than that.
I slid my hand down as I said it, rubbing her pussy over her denim shorts. Her eyes rolled back. She moaned loudly, edging me to rub my hands against the heat coming between her legs.
Shivani: Now, what should you say? Try again.
Shivani: Yes, I want more. Much more.
My fingers started circling over the shorts, where I felt her pussy would be stimulated.
John: like what? I can keep teasing you until you beg me to fuck you. Go on. Touch what you want.
Saying it, I kissed her deeply, my hands rubbing her pussy and groping her breasts. Immediately I felt her hand grab my clearly hard cock, and she started rubbing it over my trousers. Unexpectedly, I felt her lower my zipper to get a better feel!
My hand left her pussy and grabbed her hand! She almost froze while my tongue played into her mouth. I guided her hand into my trousers. She was horny, all right! She grabbed my cock and started stroking it while my fingers rubbed her clit. She was gasping for air…
Shivani: Oh fuck…. It feels so big… I want it….. Please!
At that moment, I heard the terrace door open, and the waiter came to the terrace to check our drinks. Luckily, we were able to spot him and separate ourselves before he saw us. The waiter kept glancing at her, clearly interested in what was happening.
I looked over and realised her massive cleavage was visible, inviting me to taste her again. The waiter left, and she lit another joint.
John: What’s going on in your head?
She looked at me seductively, got up and sat on my lap, her cleavage inches from my face.
Shivani: I’ve already told you what I want. You just don’t seem to wanna fuck me.
I grabbed her waist and squeezed get closer to me, making her feel my erection between her legs. I could see her realise how hard my cock was as it was digging into her pussy despite the layers of fabric.
John: Does that tell you how much I wanna fuck you?
She blushed as she kissed me, grinding her hot pussy against my erection, her hands sliding into my shirt, feeling my body. My hands groped her ass, spreading it as much as her shorts would allow.
She was high and turned on and started kissing my neck on the dimly lit terrace. My hands slid into her top, mauling her tits while she licked my neck.
Shivani: Fuck me, John. Please!
John: Well, since you begged me nicely, Daddy’s gonna fuck you hard and deep with his thick cock.
I said as my hand slowly closed around her throat, lightly squeezing as I kissed her again. He absolutely loved my hand on her neck but couldn’t take it anymore and started grinding against my cock again.
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, my hand still on her throat.
John: You want Daddy to fuck you?
I said, slightly squeezing her throat. Her eyes widened, and I could see her feeling even more aroused.
Shivani: Yes, Daddy. Make me your bitch. Please, Daddy.
John: Good girl. Let’s go
She couldn’t pull me out of the pub faster and into the taxi. While on the way to a nearby OYO, she got on top of me, kissing and grinding, giving the driver a view of his backseat he would definitely not forget. I groped and squeezed hard, making her moan loudly as the taxi reached the destination.
Driver: Sir?
We composed ourselves, paid and thanked him and he drove off with a smirk. We checked into the hotel and barely got into the lift before she pounced on me.
Read the next part to find out how I made Shivani my slut, serving her Daddy the entire night with some kinky acts in Part 2! Let me know how you like my other story, ‘Goa kinks with an MMF threesome!’