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I woke up late. Kalyan was sleeping beside me like a baby. Last night’s tiredness could be seen in his face. It was three in the afternoon, and the apartment was silent like a graveyard. No one was awake, and I was expecting it.
I walked out of my room, barely having anything on my body. Just some loungewear that did a great job in hiding just my assets. I started peeping into everyone’s room.
Jiya was butt naked, and her face was on Sunil’s crotch. They did it again. Poor guy, I doubt he’s going to get it up again for a few days. Jiya opened her eyes, I winked at her, smiling at her naughty state. She smiled back, made herself comfortable over his crotch, and went back to sleep.
I went into Karishma’s room and found no one. There was no one on the bed. It was messy, as if somebody recently had sex on it. I could see the wet bedsheets. It looks like Karishma also did it again. But where did she go? Ajay was nowhere to be seen, and then I heard it.
Those sounds, they were familiar. But where did I hear them? I checked the room and outside. It was close, but I couldn’t pinpoint the exact direction. And then, it hit me. It was from the bathroom! I inched closer to the door, walking on my toes. I made sure that I did not make any sound.
Placing one ear against the door, I listened carefully. The sound became more clear. I heard the same sound last night, the same one that Karishma made when she cum. It was her! She was moaning in the shower. I could hear the running water and the muffled sound of her moans.
Looks like Ajay is a beast in bed. I let the love birds have fun and ran out of the room like a cat. Smiling, I went to the next room, Ridha’s. I was curious to see the state of the girl who got fucked by three very horny guys. The door was open. Weird, she always locks it.
I went inside without knocking. Maybe I could catch her in an embarrassing moment. The heart thinks of unrealistic things. The door was there, and a person was in it, but it was not Ridha. Ajay was on the bed, naked with traces of his cum on his cock, fully asleep. It seemed like it happened recently.
But, wait, if he’s here, who’s the person in Karishma’s bathroom? Was she masturbating? After all that she went through yesterday night, she still had that much strength left in her? I ran back to her room and sneaked to the bathroom door. I waited by the door, ear against it.
For a while, I could only hear moans, the sounds of the shower and a bit of silence. And then, I heard it, after a while, it was Ridha.
“Oh fuck yes, keep licking, don’t stop. That’s my good girl, “ It was Ridha’s voice commanding Karishma, her new sex toy (hopefully not), to eat her out. And she was doing it without any resistance. “I’m cumming,” she announced, squealing like an animal.
I could hear the muffled sounds of Karishma, struggling to breathe. Ridha was squeezing her between her legs as she came on her face. It went on for almost a minute. Then I heard a thud followed by heavy breathing from Karishma. I went back from the door. They might come out soon, and I didn’t want to get caught.
Not because it was embarrassing but out of fear that I would be in Karishma’s place. I started walking back to my room, thinking about the bet we had made. It would eventually happen. But I never thought that Ridha would do it so soon. I tried to piece everything together.
Ajay is naked with cum on Ridha’s bed. Karishma is pleasuring Ridha in her washroom. She is usually a brat. But how did she become so obedient? As these questions lingered, I entered the room and saw Kalyan waking up from his sleep.
I did not realize and was too preoccupied with my thoughts. I was wet down there, horny from what I saw and wanted to become a part of that world. “You awake?” I said to him as I climbed on top of him. I became naked from the waist down. My long t-shirt barely covered the wetness behind it.
“Barely,” he said that to me as he stretched his hands. Damn, he was so sexy.
“I can change it,” I bent down like a snake leaving a trail of my saliva from his belly button towards his nipple. I flicked it, circled it and sucked it like I was starving for it.
“Mmmm, what’s gotten into you? Fuck, it’s so hot, but I’m tired. Sorry, I don’t think I can get it up.” That was disappointing hearing from Kalyan. That damn bitch Ridha!
I stood up straight and spread my legs wide enough. I placed my wet dripping cunt gently on his cock. It was limp, soft, but not for long. I started rocking my body, forward and back, in a rhythm. Fuck, I got even wetter than before. I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t get fucked soon.
Kalyan let out a moan. “I,I can’t, darling. It’s hurting a bit.” I didn’t fucking care. All that ran in my mind was the image of Ridha getting what she wanted from them. How she dominated Sunil, how she made Ajay cum so hard. How she got fucked in the face by my love. It perversely inspired me.
I took off my t-shirt, my tits showed themselves, and the nipples were perky as fuck. His words stopped midway. I squeezed my tits with my hands as I placed my palms on his chest. Circling his chest hair with my fingers, I pulled them hard as I started riding over his limp cock.
He didn’t say a word. He won’t be saying anything. I was moving my hips so that the image got me horny. His dick started responding. His facing was showing signs of pain as it got harder. He was maxed out in his stamina, but I would get what I wanted.
I lifted my hips slightly, giving space for his cock to get slightly vertical. Not so much, but enough for its tip to get into position. He was looking at me, and so was I. But in our minds, we saw the cock getting into position and slowly entering my cunt. I let my hips down slowly. What a feeling it was!
I could feel the sensation, the sensation of his hardness spreading me apart and rubbing against my insides as it pierced through. I was not going to lie. I might have leaked just a little. My eyes were closed, and my head tilted back a bit while I bit my lips.
I doubt that his eyes were open. I could hear his moans. It was even hotter for him. His girlfriend was taking charge and dominating him. The tip went in first. It was comfortable. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Eyebrows were frowning. He was trying his best to not cum so soon.
Any traces of him getting an urge, he was killing it in his mind. I could see it. I let my hips a bit more down, fuck, it was big. I didn’t realize it before, but I started to worry. A small sound started from my throat as it went inside me.
As it spread my pussy apart, I started screaming loud. It was not screams of pain but pleasure. I didn’t fucking care who was going to hear it. I wanted my orgasms, and I will take it no matter what. I started riding him. It felt like riding a horse, rocking, going through the bumps and jumping and down.
The only difference is that you get closer to your orgasm. Your body feels weak with all the pleasure. But you hear almost a similar sound from the horse. I started going faster. I didn’t look at him, rather imagined all that happened yesterday, playing through my mind.
All those things that happened, combined with me riding a hard cock like I’m its whore. Fuck, I inched closer. Kalyan, face fucking Ridha kept coming to my mind, and I inched closer. His cock, entering her mouth, stuffing her face as Ridha struggled to breathe.
His tip must have touched the dangling thing at the back of her throat. She must have tasted all his cum. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I wanted to be her. I wanted that cock in me. I wanted to be a whore. I want his fucking cum on my face and the image of his cock coming out of her mouth with cum dripping from his tip.
That flashed across my mind, and it was my breaking point. I moaned for help as my hips shivered hard. I cummed hard. Hard was an understatement. My vision got blurry as the uneasiness pushed itself out from my holes. I was feeling weak. It was not going away.
The orgasm kept coming out of me. I let out a squeal as I fell on his chest. He patted my head as I shivered like a little girl on him. It felt like I got thinner and thinner with each drop of my juices that left me. It stopped, and the struggle for breath came in.
I never knew I could be that tired. I wanted to sleep for an eternity. My body was screaming for sleep to get some energy back for basic bodily functions.
Kalyan was laughing. He was smiling. He cummed as well! With the gush of my liquids out of me, I didn’t even notice that. My pussy was dripping a cocktail of his cum and mine. And then, from a corner of my eye, I could see her. The devil herself, smiling and hands crossed, looking at me.
She was clumsily dressed in a t-shirt that covered her belly but was torn in places. Were the tears intended, or did someone do it? Only she knew. Her shorts were unbuttoned. A pull was enough to take them completely off of her.
I could see some hickeys on her neck, collarbone and one was peeking out from her t-shirt. I got this sudden urge to know who caused which hickey. Was it Ajay, or was it Karishma, or was it someone else from yesterday night?
“Wow, that was hot!” She came forward, looking at me. She didn’t even bat an eye at Kalyan. Kalyan was shocked to see her. Whatever might have happened, he was not expecting her to be that bold. She patted my head and winked at my boyfriend, and left us alone.
I passed out. I was human, after all, and not a sex addict. I did not know when I woke up, but I was on his chest all this while. I felt like a child. I felt messy, and I was stinking horribly.
“That’s the smell of yours and mine mixed,” He was smiling, looking at my expressions.
“It’s messy, but I want it.” I leaned forward and kissed him. I went back to my resting position, a child on his chest. He kept combing through my hair, and finally, he brought it up.
“So, about yesterday?” He was worried that it was the end. I wouldn’t blame him. Under normal circumstances, he would be out of my life.
“Sorry”, I had to apologize. He was puzzled. I explained to him everything from the start. Everything from the bet to Ajay in her bed and Karishma struggled between her legs in her washroom.
“Hmmm, well, she is evil, ” We laughed together. It was refreshing.
“So, you’re not mad?” I asked him like a puppy.
“I am, but it’s partly my fault. So, it’s ok. Also, are you going to sleep with her?” I could not deduce if he was worried or asking me casually.
“I think so cause we lost the bet.” I couldn’t lie anymore.
“Ok, but be careful, eat well before getting into it with her. Also, tell me everything later.” He laughed as I pinched him. I was glad this was behind us now. In the next hour, we devastated two pizzas, one large coke and some breadsticks – all that hunger, courtesy of Ridha.
Kalyan, Sunil and Ajay left us girls. By the time they were leaving, Ridha was nowhere to be seen. She went out for some work and might be late in the evening. We said our goodbyes. But I did not bring the morning incident up with Karishma, nor did I tell Jiya.
I was more worried about how Ridha was going to take me. A part of me, a major part of me, was aching for me. I was worried not because I didn’t want to be fucked by her. Oh no! I was craving it. I was worried that I might be addicted.
I was worried it might affect my relationship. I was worried that I might love her sluttiness so much and her way of doing things in bed that I might become her slave. Maybe in my heart, I wanted to become one. Her sex slaves, as we called them. People who kept coming back for her after sleeping with her.
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