Hey everyone! This is Raj, and I am back with another story. I want to thank all the readers for the love they showed for my last story. I genuinely hope you like this one as well.
This is, again, a work of fiction and based on one of my many fantasies. If any women like my story and want to meet or chat, please email me at [email protected].
Now, coming to the story:
I felt giddy, as I always did when I walked to her apartment. Throughout the bus ride, I was bustling with anticipation. The phone call was mysterious and enticing. I couldn’t wait to see what my mistress had planned.
My mistress, Swati, and I had been hooking up for quite some time now. She was the best thing that happened to me. I still remember the first time we met. “Oh, my sweet little boy, you’ll do just fine,” she had said. Just hearing that made me weak in the legs. What came after made it difficult for me to stand.
Since that day, she regularly fucked me hard. I was her slut in the bedroom, but she showered me with tonnes of affection and love. She was so caring and gentle, yet so passionate and rough with me. The way she pinned me against the wall as she licked my neck.
She grabbed my hair and pushed me down to force me to lick her sweet, sexy pussy. She tied me to bed as she got on top of me, and ploughed my ass with a strap on while kissing my back. Ugh. The memories themselves made me hard. And then there was this afternoon.
I had received a call today from her. “Hello, my cute little boy,” she had said in that warm, sweet, seductive voice. Something about her voice always made me melt inside. “Yes, mommy,” I said.
“Come over this afternoon, baby. And bring that lingerie set I bought you last week.”
“Yes, mommy. I am coming right away.”
“Mmmm, that’s my good boy. Honey, I have a surprise planned for you today.”
My heart began to beat faster. Ma’am always gave me some of the best surprises. Just a week ago, she surprised me with a sexy black lace babydoll lingerie set. She made me change into that. “Fuck, baby. You look so hot in that.”
She loved to treat me in a feminine way, and then she would fuck my brains out. That was one of the hottest sessions I had ever had. I was expecting the same today. Little did I know she had planned something much, much better.
I managed to walk the rest of the distance to her society, anticipation and nervousness building up inside me. I rang her doorbell, waiting like a kid excited for his present. As soon as she opened the door, she took my breath away. Every. Single. Time.
She was mesmerising, like a goddess. Swati Ma’am was older than me, around 31. She had chosen not to marry and had a successful career. She was smart, kind, caring and sexy as hell! She was almost half a foot taller than me, with a curvy, voluptuous body.
But she had maintained herself quite well by going to the gym regularly. She had toned, muscular arms and long, sexy legs, with 34D boobs and an ass to die for. But her best features were her full, juicy, pink lips and her seductive, mysterious smile that lingered on them.
The smile that always made me a senseless puddle of goo. Just wanting to be picked by my mistress and fucked like bitch. She greeted me with the same smile and pulled me in a hug, my face rubbing in her boobs. Oh, what a heavenly feeling that is.
She squeezed me in her arms tightly, one hand slowly reaching my butt, cupping and squeezing it. She let me go, lovingly kissed me and pulled me in. As soon as I was inside, she pinned me against a wall and pressed herself against me.
“I missed you so much, my sexy little slut,” she purred against my ear before licking it and nibbling on my earlobes. I was a whimpering mess, shaking and moaning under her seductive spell. Her one hand snaked its way down my chest to my crotch and squeezed my small package.
“Mmmm, you are excited for mommy, aren’t you, baby boy?” she kept teasing me. Oh, how I wanted that woman to take me right then and there. But she was toying with me, making me ready for the main event. She pulled back and rubbed my chin.
She said, “Now get changed, my sweet baby, and come inside the bedroom. The surprise is waiting in there.” Saying this, she gave me a gentle kiss and seductively walked into the bedroom. Once I was out of my daze, I quickly changed into the lingerie.
It was a little tighter than usual. But I supposed my mistress would like me to fill the dress properly. I shyly walked into the bedroom, and then I understood what the surprise was. She was lying on the bed with her arms propped up. Her head tilted to one side.
Checking me out was another woman besides my mistress. This woman looked much older than Swati, maybe in her early forties. But she was equally tall and had the same smirk I saw on my mistress’s face. She was only a couple of inches shorter than Swati.
She checked me out for a while, turned to Swati and said, “You were right, he is beautiful. It’s going to be fun making him my whore.”
“Whoa, whoa, Didi,” interjected Swati. “Don’t you mean our whore?”
“Oops, yes, sorry. You know how carried away I get when I see such cute boys.” Saying this, she giggled, and Swati joined in.
I was really confused about what was going on. But seeing two dominant women in bed, both hungry for me, wanting to ravish me, and hearing them talk made me really horny. I guess it showed because Swati looked at me and said, “Aww, poor baby. So eager to please his mommy and aunty.”
That remark made me blush pink, which, in turn, made them giggle more. Then the other woman spoke, in a stern voice, “Well, what are you doing standing there, slut? Come here.” She was way more dominating than Swati. I quickly went and stood near the edge of the bed like a good slut.
The woman sat up and ran her hand across my hip, rubbing and feeling my body, resting them on my butt. “Mmmm, you sure have picked a meaty one,” her voice was lusty and strong as she toyed with my body.
Suddenly, she pulled me on the bed, making me fall in between them. Just as quickly, she flipped over and grabbed my face by the cheeks, digging her nails in them, pure lust in her eyes. She licked her lips as she eye-fucked me, turning to Swati and asking, “May I?”
“Yes, Didi.”
She slowly got on top of me, running her fingers up and down my torso, grabbing and squeezing my body sexily as her breathing got heavier. Then she pressed me down and kissed me, rough and hard. Pressing her lips tightly against mine, sucking and licking mine.
She grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head. She breached my mouth with her wild kisses, pushing her tongue in my mouth and sucking on mine. She was making me gasp for breath. Oh god, was that hot!
After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and sat back up, panting. She turned to her cousin, “You were right, Swati. This bitch is amazing.” Swati winked at her and gently caressed my face. Didi got off of me, and they both helped me up, making me sit on my knees between them on the bed.
They both took their dress off, now only covered by their bra and a 6-inch strap on each, between their legs. Swati slowly took off my underwear and caressed my small 4-inch hard cock. “Such a cute cock,” she always used to say before turning me around and fucking my ass hard.
But today, she just kept stroking me. Didi came up from back and hugged me, groping my hips and chest, squeezing my skin. Swati hugged me from the front, both of them pressing their bodies tightly against me. I was sandwiched between two sexy goddesses.
They kept rubbing themselves against me. Didi positioned her strap against my ass so that it was poking me. When she gently rubbed herself against me while kissing my ear, neck and back and squeezing my chest. Swati, on the other hand, was kissing me furiously.
Her one hand groped my butt while the other rubbed my dick against her strap. I was moaning loudly and whimpering between them as they violated me in every way, loving it all. The sensations were too much for me to handle. I cried out loud and was almost about to cum.
Swati grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard. “Not yet, my baby boy.” She whispered. “We are just getting started.” Swati then grabbed my hair and gently pushed me off the bed, making me get on my knees. Both of them stood near me, almost facing each other, my head between their strap-ons.
“You know what to do, boy,” Didi purred. I did know. I went ahead and took Didi’s strap in my mouth and sucked on it like a good bitch, slurping on the head and the shaft, licking it all. “My my, you really have trained him well,” Didi said.
Swati caressed my head before grabbing my hair and pulling me towards her. “Now, now, baby,” she chided me, “You have to serve both your mommies.” She stuffed her strap on in my mouth and pushed my head against her strap till it almost went down my throat.
She held it there for a few moments before letting me go. As I gasped for air, she pushed me again towards Didi’s strap. She now stuffed it in my mouth while she held me against it and slapped her strap on my face. “Fuck, you look so hot with our cocks in your mouth, baby,” she said.
She made me gag on Didi’s cock. Meanwhile, Didi grabbed my head and was now fucking my throat with her strap-on. Swati hit her strap on my face. They switched in between, repeatedly fucking my face vigorously. She made me gag several times.
My eyes were red because of all the deep throating. They kept fucking my mouth, again and again, rubbing that wet strap on my lips and face. After around 20 minutes of mouth fucking, Swati pulled me up and pushed me on the bed, making me lie on my back.
She tore off the lingerie in a lust and scratched my skin. “Fuck, I missed you so much, baby boy,” she said. She kissed my torso all over, licking and sucking my chest. Didi got on the other side and began kissing my neck and arms. Both of them used and tasted my body.
I was moaning wildly, holding them tightly against me. Both Didi and Swati then stopped on my nipples and began sucking on it, biting it. I lost it there. I shot a spurt of cum out my dick, all falling on my torso.
I kept shooting it as both of them kept sucking on my nipple, each twitch shooting a thick jet of cum. As soon as I was done, both of them went down on me and licked the cum off my body and cock. Sloppily giving me the best blowjob ever. Even though I was exhausted, my dick got hard quickly.
Didi smiled at me. “We are not done yet, boy!”
The story will be continued in the next part.