“Hey, Reema. How have you been? I’m texting you to ask for a favour,” read a message from my ex.
“Hi. I’m good. Yeah, tell me what happened,” I replied.
“I’m in some financial trouble. Can you please help me out?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure. How much money do you want?”
“I need like 50K. I will return it to you soon,” came the reply.
“Can you give me two days? I’m waiting for a payment from a client,” I replied.
“Yeah, sure. By the way, if I may ask, what client?” he asked
“Haha. You know me. You know what client I’m referring to,” I replied, with a wink smiley.
“Wow, Reema. I didn’t know. The last time we spoke, you were just fucking your colleagues Rathik, Sanjay and the other guy, right. When did you start doing this for money?”
“Hey, I don’t do it for the money, okay? I like the thrill of it. Also, it’s not like I sleep with random guys. Mostly, Rathik hooks me up with someone,” I smiled.
“Wow, that’s wild. You know, for some time, I thought you and Rathik were dating. But it looks like you guys are into something totally different.”
“Haha, we never dated. Plus, he has a girlfriend. You remember Aisha, the girl I was jealous of?” I asked.
“Oh yes, yes. I remember. You had taught Rathik how to wear a saree. And ended up removing yours for him and Sanjay,” he laughed.
“Yes, exactly. Anyway, I have to go now. I have a client to meet, and then I have to go to the office. I’ll send you the money in two days,” I replied.
“Wow, another client? How many do you meet? And how often?”
“Not many. It varies, but this guy is a regular. I’ve been fucking him since a few months. Nice guy, actually.”
“Hey, Reema. Is it okay if I ask you something?”
“Yeah, sure, shoot.”
“It has been so long since I saw you. And I really miss you, especially your boobs. If it’s okay, can you send me a video like you did last time?”
“Haha, sure, sure. Rathik had shot a video during a house party last week. It was a wild night, so many guys. I don’t even know how many dicks I sucked.”
“Wow, that sounds fun. Please send, I’m eagerly waiting,” he replied.
“Yeah, I’ll send it in some time. Let me watch it first,” I replied and ended the chat.
Opening Rathik’s messages, I saw that he had sent me some pics of Aisha sucking his dick. “I hope this makes you jealous and you suck my dick today,” he had added. I scrolled through the chat and found the video.
Although I was getting late for my client, I thought of watching the video for 10 minutes to get me going. So I played it. I recognised the place. It was shot in my bedroom, and I was sucking a dick.
However, what shocked me the most was the guy whose dick I was sucking was wearing a Swiggy t-shirt. Bewildered, I immediately called Rathik.
“Dude, what the fuck! I just watched the video from the house party. Why am I sucking a Swiggy guy’s dick?” I shouted.
“Reema, you don’t remember. The guy delivered the pizzas. But then you were so horny, the minute you saw him, you took him to your room. The guy was also fascinated that he never said anything. You just pulled his dick out and started sucking. And by the way, if you watch the full video, you’ll realise that you also begged him to cum inside your pussy. I had to help you clean up after because you wanted to fuck our boss after that. Go watch the video.”
I was too stunned to speak. I cut the call and played the video again. Rathik was right. I was sucking the Swiggy guy deep, and when he fucked me, holding him tight and begging him to cum inside me.
Later, the Swiggy guy left, and Rathik took me to the washroom. He was still recording when I was cleaning my pussy in the shower. When Rathik asked me what I wanted, I asked for more dicks. That is when he called our boss inside.
The poor man was so clueless when he saw me butt naked and Rathik holding a camera. However, Rathik assured him that I was just horny and wanted to fuck someone. The boss cooled down and let me suck his cock in the shower.
We then went back to the bedroom. In the exact sequence as the Swiggy guy, my boss also fucked me. I was begging my boss also to cum inside me. When my boss was done, Rathik came near me. He focused the phone on my pussy, with my boss’ cum still oozing out.
Rathik was also wasted, I guess because he placed the phone on the side table and put his dick inside my cum filled pussy. He moaned Aisha’s name while fucking me.
“Oh, Aisha, I love you so much. Oh, you’re so wet, let me cum inside you,” he moaned. With the third set of cum inside me, I was exhausted. Rathik had fallen asleep naked. I took his phone, which was still recording, and turned on the selfie camera and recorded myself sucking Rathik’s limp cock.
I then opened his phone and saw all the nudes I had sent him on Telegram. When I read his chat with Aisha, I realised that she knew about our affair. However, one particular text took me by surprise.
He had told Aisha during a fight that “Baby, Reema is just a whore. Yes, I fuck her, but that doesn’t mean I have feelings for her. I only love you.”
I was angry yet thrilled that I was called a whore. I didn’t see that as an insult, but I was angry because Rathik said he had no feelings for me. However, I had forgotten all this after the night.
It was only when I watched the video again that I remembered reading his chats. I thought of confronting him but then realised that it was okay. We fulfilled each other’s sexual needs, and there was no reason to involve feelings.
When I once again recalled him calling me a whore, I felt slutty. I adjusted my kurti to show more of my cleavage, sent the video to my ex and headed down to get into my Uber.
My client was waiting for me – his whore.