Hello horny guys and girls. I am Manisha here to tell you about a tale of lust of mine. First, the information for all the horny guys reading. I am about 5’7, with whitish skin and, measure 34-28-34, have fairly long hairs. (Isn’t it what you guys are on the lookout for, hmm?) Thin waist with a curvy ass.
I was working in an IT consultant company when this all happened. I was in a relationship with a guy named Aryan for about a year. We shared good chemistry on and off the bed. I used to sometimes boast of our relationship and him to my colleagues. I always pointed out how he was always available for me.
Our firm was going to celebrate its 25 years of establishment. They had announced a party to which we had to come with our respective partners. It was a two-night event. The first night, there was a costume party and, on the next day, a more formal celebration.
I called Aryan and asked him to come and join me for it. But he had plans with his cousins. So he said he’s already left home and can’t come back. I was absolutely furious with him as there was no way I was going to skip the party.
I had so much in my mind about how we’d have sex after the party.
I wasn’t someone who could go without having a cock burying my pussy for a month. My pussy was itching for a hard cock now, but I had to curb my lust. I somehow had to be there with my partner. I was thinking about what to do next in my bed.
My flatmate Harshita came to me asking me if her boyfriend Varun could stay at our flat for a few days. I had no option but to agree as we were great friends.
Suddenly, my mind got the idea of having Varun go with me as my partner, atleast to the costume party.
It’d be difficult for people to recognise it’s Varun, not Aryan. I knew I had to convince him of that. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I thought I did have leverage. I was allowing him to stay at my flat even when his girlfriend was not there.
I managed to convince him but wasn’t sure how it was going to be. I asked him to act just like Aryan, a little bit of a flirt, so as to make sure he wasn’t recognised. So on the eve of the party, I dressed up wearing a tight one peice with a loose shrug over it.
I admired myself in the mirror as I finished smoothing my dress over my slim body. I knew I looked hot. That was why I bought the dress in the first place so that Aryan wouldn’t be able to resist me and we would have had great sex.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself, ” I said to myself in the mirror.
I tried to forget the cravings of my pussy. I got out of my room to look out for Varun. He had a black suit on and a mask to go with it. As I stood in front of him, he checked me out from top to bottom. But his eyes rested on my tits. The dress was cut at the front.
The neckline fell and showed almost all of my tits, and not just the tops. The dress must have shown half of my big tits, right down to just above, where Varun could see my nipples poking hard against the thin material. The twin globes were pushed together. It created a formidable cleavage.
By the tightness of the dress and now much of my tits were showing, it was obvious to him that I was not wearing a bra inside. Varun’s cock had also seen me as it was standing at full attention, rock hard and solid. It was obviously plainly visible through the costume he was wearing.
It was getting into my head and started to make me a bit horny. “So you like what you see? You don’t think it’s too over the top, do you?” I asked teasingly. I began smoothing the front of my dress down from my tits and over my stomach. “No.” He managed with a squeak.
Then he cleared his voice and tried to calm himself down. His hands went to dangle inconspicuously in front of his cock, trying to hide it. I made myself stop thinking about the large bulge in between my flatmate’s boyfriend’s legs before I drove herself mad.
I felt a flutter of excitement by teasing him. I always loved teasing and flirting. We reached the party destination. But he was a bit hesitant to act as my boyfriend for the party.
“Look, I’m not asking you to do anything major, just something little, like a hug or an arm around my waist or even a peck on the cheek. Nothing else, you think you can do that? If not, then we might as well go home,” I said, looking at him.
“Yeah, I’d do that ” he replied.
“Am I not hot enough or something?” I asked, pretending to be outraged. But I already knew the answer to that question by that bulge in his pants. As we walked, I couldn’t help but press just a little closer against his arm. Gently pressing my tits against him.
I met with a few colleagues. Meanwhile, Varun, a bit flustered, got around to get him some drinks. Suddenly, I felt his arm around my waist, pulling my side against himself. He wasn’t flustered anymore, perhaps. I gulped the wine he brought along with himself and moved closer to him.
I pressed my large tits tightly against his arm so that his muscular arm tried to bury itself between my large, firm mounds. “I’ll get some drinks, man.” As I was about to leave, he just turned to me and smiled. I felt his big hand fall onto my ass and squeeze it hard.
I was shocked as well as horny about what he did. He pulled me towards himself and left a kiss on my lips. Though I was horny, but didn’t want to let things go any further. But I had an idea to squirm him.
We were sitting around a table, “This chair isn’t very comfortable. I need to sit somewhere more designed for my body.” And with those words, I stood up and plunked myself down straight onto his lap. His eyes shot open, and I grinned at him.
Now, he was really flustered. I put my arm around his neck and tried shuffling around. My tits were right under his face, and he had no way of avoiding looking at my cleavage. Suddenly I felt the hard lump underneath myself that was poking into my ass.
My eyes shot open then. I tried standing up, but his arm held tightly around my waist and pulled me roughly back down. I was going to object to him but saw two people in front of us. I tried to sit very still and look like I was comfortable. But his hard cock was pressed hard against my pussy over our clothing.
One of the guys praised me to Varun, to which he replied, “Well, I only go for the hottest women, and there ain’t no one hotter than my Manisha.” He smiled at me and bounced me on his knee a couple of times, bouncing my pussy against his still-hardening cock.
It was getting me hornier by the minute, and my pussy was getting wet. “She looks so sexy. I can’t wait to get her home and fuck her hard.” Varun said. He surprised me. If that wasn’t enough, he moved his hand from my waist upwards and cupped my right tit and squeezed it hard.
I had enjoyed it, enjoyed the feel of a hard cock against my needing pussy. But I had to stay calm and not act like a slut looking for a cock. “Let’s have some drinks, ” I said. The drinks were starting to take over and get me tipsy. One of my favourite songs was getting on.
I couldn’t stop my urge to dance and asked Varun to join in. He placed his arms around my waist and held me tightly against him. I rested my head against his chest as we slowly swayed to the music. My big tits pressed against his hard chest, my arms lightly resting around his neck.
His hands slowly moved down to cup my tight ass. His hands reached down and squeezed my ass, and he pulled me tightly against himself. I was feeling his hard cock pressing against my stomach. Understandably, he couldn’t help it, with such a hot woman that I was and so close to him.
I danced closer towards Varun, then back again, until he couldn’t take anymore. And when I turned my back on him again, he reached out and pulled me hard against him. My ass rammed hard against his solid hard-on. My pussy was protected from penetration only by the clothes we wore.
He held me tightly against himself and ground my ass hard against his raging cock. His hands slowly moved up from my stomach as our tongues danced with each other. Our bodies writhed in lust, and soon his hands slid up and over my huge mounds of tit flesh.
With all his senses of the table, Varun now mauled at my tits, squeezing them hard and roughly and pushing them together. He squeezed and pinched roughly at my dress-covered material. Sensing his lust, I twisted around in his grip and locked my arms around his neck.
He pulled me deeper into his mouth and squashed my heaving mounds hard against his chest. Varun’s hands roughly squeezed and groped at my tight ass. He was rough pulling me against him. He was desperate to fuck me senseless.
I was horny as hell.
I knew he wanted to fuck me and that I was going to enjoy every bit of it. It was a truth which I wanted to avoid but don’t think I could.
That’s all for the first part of this story. I hope you like it. There’s also a second part to come after this. I’ll see, based on your comments and feedback if I should be writing the second part too. All your comments are welcome in the comments section and also at [email protected].
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