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Hello everyone, sorry for keeping you waiting for the second part. And thank you for the amazing response to the first part of the story.
My name is Aayushi. Please read the first part before reading this. Now let’s move to the second part. What happened in Kasauli?
So, after that police guy went, my heartbeats were racing like hell. I said how rude he was. How can he call me a whore. Akshay said, “Only a whore opens her legs in a car on a highway.” I said, “Mind your tongue.” He said, “Did I say anything wrong?” and he started laughing.
I said, “Please, let’s go from here.” He started the Thar. I picked up my panty from the car floor. It was a little torn. I still wore it and arranged my hair and makeup in the mirror.
After 10 minutes, he again put his hand on my thighs. I asked him, “Not on the road, please.” He said, “I am not doing anything.” But his touch has something. His touch was so sensual. His strength is unreal. He was like a lion, and I was just a cat in front of him.
The rest of the journey was normal, with music singing and sensual touches only. We reached Kasauli. We roamed here and there, clicked pictures enjoyed. It was a beautiful place, and his hand was on my back while roaming. I was wearing a backless dress. So his touch on my skin felt so sensual.
I felt like I was wet as hell. Then we booked a hotel. I entered the room, and he was just behind me closed the door and pulled me back very strongly. I even shouted, what happened? He pushed me to the door. My back was at the door, and he wasted no time.
I just blinked, and his lips were on mine. He was sucking my lips like he was sucking some lollipop. I was so horny. I just put my hands on his hair and started kissing back wildly. It was so quick with my second blink of an eye. His left hand was directly on my breasts.
He started pressing them with my dress on. With his right hand, he held my neck so I couldn’t escape his lip lock. He kissed me passionately for like 10 minutes without a break. It was like he was not kissing me. It felt like he was sucking some juices from my lips.
After 10 minutes, he stopped. I was in seventh heaven. I asked what had happened. He stepped back, pushed me closer, and picked me up in his arms. I wasn’t able to resist. He was too strong, as I said, lion and cat. I liked all this. He pushed me onto the bed like I was a bag or something.
I said, “Ow, carefully!” I was in bed now. My dress was not even covering my thighs now. He came above me, kissed my lips, cheeks, and neck, and started going downwards. He kissed my visible cleavage. I was roaming my hands in his hair, sometimes pulling his hair.
With his right hand, he pushed down the right side strap of my dress to get my right boob out in view. He looked at it and said wow and pressed my soft right boob. And I made a sound, “Aah!” His attention came to my face again. He kissed my lips and pressed my lower lip with his teeth.
He pulled it a little and placed his right hand around my throat. He asked me, “Are you my whore, slut?” I said no, don’t use this word. He slapped slowly on the face, tightened the grip around my neck, and asked again if you were my whore now. I said yes. He started laughing.
With all of my strength, I pushed him aside and sat and adjusted my dress. He asked what happened. I said, “You are just here for sex. I thought it was our date. We didn’t even eat anything.” He got a little angry as I destroyed his sexual mood, but he was so aggressive I was afraid too.
He stood up, picked up the landline, called room service for dinner, and sat on the sofa. Now I was guilty of destroying his mood. So I sat with him and started flirting, setting his mood again. But he wasn’t paying attention. After 10-15 minutes, when nothing worked, I placed my hand on his thighs.
I slid slowly to his dick and said, “The lion was sleeping.” Then I sat on his lap. Now he looked into my eyes. I placed my lips on him, and then the room bell rang. I stood up and opened the door, and received the food. We had dinner and had some horny talk.
After eating, he asked now, anything else you want to eat? I said, “No, I am done.” He then wasted no time, held my hand, and guided me to bed. But he asked me to sit on my knees. I did. He started undoing his pants, and then he removed his underwear too.
For the first time, I saw his dick. It was big, around 7-8 inches for sure. But the main thing was not the size but the girth and its thickness. I’ve never seen such a thick dick. I was sure I could not take it. I was shocked to see his dick just in front of my eyes.
He asked me to open my mouth. I didn’t want to spoil his mood. So I just opened it and started taking his dick in my mouth. He held my hair in a pony and started guiding me in and out. I was also enjoying the biggest dick of my life. I was sucking it like a pro.
But he wanted me to suck the whole length as he forced his hands on my head. He took his phone and clicked pictures. I stopped sucking and said no pictures. He slapped slowly and said suck the dick slut. Addressing me as whore or slut by him was making me hornier.
I started sucking again. Now he was fucking my mouth like it’s a pussy. My mouth, chin, and dress were covered in my spit. After 10 minutes of brutal mouth fuck, he stopped and helped me stand. He pushed me back on the bed and wasted no time spreading my legs.
He pulled me closer and removed my panties. I was breathing and recovering from the blowjob. Now I felt his tongue working on my pussy and clitoris. My legs were resting on his shoulders. Now I was in seventh heaven. He said, “You are wet like someone opened a tap in your pussy, slut.”
I said, “Shut up and lick,” and he started his magic. His tongue was deep in my pussy and sometimes playing with my clitoris. I locked his head with my thighs. And pushing his head deeper. After 10-15 minutes, I pulled his hair as I was close to my first-ever orgasm.
I was feeling something strange. I didn’t know what it was, and I started squirting. He pulled his face out, and I was squirting while shouting. I was embarrassed. He again undid my straps. Now my dress was all clustered between my boobs and pussy around my stomach.
He started eating my boobs and neck and gave me a lot of love bites. He removed his T-shirt. He was like a bodybuilder. I kissed him on every muscle. We were hugging and kissing each other like we were one body. Then he asked me to turn around and be in a doggy position.
He took out his condom and placed it on his dick. I asked him to go slow as he was too thick. He said, “Don’t worry.” He tried pushing his dick in my pussy, but it was too tight for his size. He slowly pushed, and finally, the tip of the glans penis was inside my pussy.
But I was in pain, and from the doggy position, I was lying straight. He pulled me back with the help of my dress clustered around my stomach or pelvic area. I said, “No, you will tear my dress, and it’s hurting.” He removed his dick and started looking for something for lubrication.
He asked me if I had some moisturizer. I said yes, and he applied some moisturizer to my pussy. Then again, he pushed his tip inside. I said, “Please now slowly.” He pulled out his dick a little, and with a strong push, he pushed it again inside. More than half of his dick was inside.
I was almost crying in pain. He again pulled it out almost fully and pushed it again. He was fucking me for 2-3 minutes like this without mercy. Then he increased the speed too, and I also started enjoying it. He fucked me in doggy style for almost 20 minutes.
Holding my hair, calling me slut, whore asking me, “Who are you?” I was replying, “I am your bitch. I am your slut. Fuck me harder.” After 20 minutes he came. Then he changed the condom and the position, again giving me more love bites.
We fucked till 4 am, and then we slept. Then around 10, he woke me up. He was dressed and bathed, and I was all naked. He asked me to get ready. He had some meetings in college he couldn’t miss them. I said, “Okay, but I need to take a bath.”
He said, “We’re going in the Thar. I’ll drop you off directly home. You can bathe there. I can’t be late.” I said okay. I stood up. My panty was on the floor. I picked it up and started wearing it. Then I picked up my dress and wore it. I saw love bite marks on my boobs and cleavage.
I said, “I can’t travel like this.” He said, “We’ll be in the car. No one will see.” I tried to hide my shoulder area with my hair. We checked out from our room and started our journey back to his Thar. On the way back, sometimes he placed his hands on my thighs.
But mostly he was on phone call explaining that he would be there on time. So when we reached Chandigarh, we were just outside my flat. He asked me to remove my panty. I asked now. He said, “You are my whore now and if I m saying remove, then remove without questioning it.”
I removed my panties and said okay, daddy and winked. He smiled and said good bitch. He took my panties, put them in his pocket and said, “It’s proof that you are my whore now. Now you can rest, think about me, and masturbate.” I stepped out of his Thar, entered my flat and went directly to my room to rest.
I saw myself in the mirror. I looked like a whore dressed in my favourite short floral black backless dress. It was ruined with my spit from the blowjob. The hairs were looking messy. The panty was gone as proof of being a whore of someone.
The lovebites all over the neck and shoulder and cleavage were dark red. Some were even black. I pulled my dress a little down to see the boobs. They were also covered with love bites. Then a notification came on my phone.
I opened it and saw Akshay sent a picture of me on my knees and sucking his big dick with a message. ‘Imagine me and masturbate.’ I looked at the picture and myself in the mirror and then went to bed, started fingering myself, and slept.
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