I am Sonika an average Indian girl living in a big city. My story started when I was 19. I had just started my IT degree. It was at college when I met Rahul. initially, Rahul was just another guy in my class, but he was sweeter than others. The thing was that I got a lot of stalkers because of my looks. I am 5″4, 32 24 36 with a nice, d-cup breast, most of guys only interested into getting into my boobs but I brought up very traditionally and in my head sex was something for after marriage. Rahul was sweet as we got to know each other more and more we fall in love. We started dating about three years into our five years course. Rahul never pushed me to have sex and the furthest we had gotten was some heavy betting through close. After college, I received a great job offer in Bangalore, While he got a job in Delhi. We both knew a long distance relationship would be hard but agreed if we wanted to give it a try. A new job in a new city with no friends was a cause of nervous excitement thankfully my company is used to hiring fresh college graduates and therefore had a good orientation program. It was at the orientation program that I met Salman, right from the first time I met Salman. I just felt attracted towards him. While Rahul was a simple boy that he would like to take home to meet his mother, and Salman was an unshaven rubbed man, who was not going to play by their rules. I approached him during orientation, and we headed off. As we settled down into our new life, We were constantly on the phone to each other to try and figure out the best way to do things just trying to get the water turn back on in once new apartment can be quiet an adventure in India. We found ourselves doing the same things at the same time, and he had a motorcycle which saves me a lot of auto-rikshaw money. The motor Bike only made him more attractive. I knew things were fishy because I hadn’t ever mentioned Salman to Rahul. I did not know why but I knew, I was not right. About six months into my new job some of us were going to hit a club for a new year’s eve. Salman and I arrived separately but eventually gravitated towards each other, everyone drank plenty and at the end of the evening. I was barely able to think straight. Salman offered to drop me home, and high inside not only was it stupid to accept the offer of being driven home by a guy, while I was drunk but even more stupid that was drunk, and I was getting on the back of his bike. The next thing I remembered was waking up naked. Naked next to him in my bed, for a split of second all I felt was a sense of excitement and naughtiness but then the reality of a situation hit me. I realised, I was naked in bed with a guy, When my boyfriend even has seen me naked. My sobbing woke up Salman, he explained that last night I seemed was ready to do anything, and we got naked got into the bed made for an hour before Salman realized that I had fallen asleep and though he had felt me, sucked me on my nipples and fingered my pussy nothing more had happened as I had fallen asleep. I cried like a mad. Salman left, and I was too guilty to speak Rahul for a few days. When we got back to work things was awkward between Salman and me, we barely spoke all week at work. It was not fine that Salman cornered me as I was walking out of the ladies room. The truth was that I was hoping the things will go back to normal. I liked Salman, and despite thinking that has happened, I still wanted him to be friend’s with me, I knew this conversation would be the end of that he was probably too embarrassed about what he had done taking advantage of a drunken girl. He pulled me into the starwheel and instead of apologising. He shocked me by saying that he wanted to fuck me. I did not know that I wanted to fuck him as well. He said that he loved my body and now as Salman has seen my pussy, he regretted not putting his cock in me. When he had the chance, without me, I didn’t say a word and nodding head it had been agreed that he would give me a right to his place, after work that evening. I am yet an in confusion to agreed whether it was a sublime persuasion, sexual charm or simply he unlocked the bridge inside me. As we entered his bedroom, I was embarrassed the last time I had not excused. I had been drunk I did not know what I was doing. Salman asked me to strip, I was shy, and I asked him to strip first. He gladly took off his clothes. It was my first look at a naked man, and it was everything I had Imagined. Salman was drizzled and darker than Rahul although I hadn’t seen Rahul naked. I could not help but compare how hard and rubbed Salman’s body looked compared to Rahul. After striping, he approached me and took off my clothes.
While taking this time shivered my body, everytime a new bit of me was exposed. He was placed kisses and lick my skin. My first reaction after being made a start naked was to click on to him, but he made a stand afar, he watched me for a few minutes. I had my eyes closed all the while; then we lay on the bed while we kissed. He spread my legs for once and get starring at my pussy and pinkish anus. It was only when I told him not to do it, he stopped, and he resumed kissing.
I loved playing with his mouth and a tongue is smashing together. Eventually, he climbed on top of me and started sucking my nipples and bite them just enough to cause a little bit of pain. I was an ecstasy. He then moved down making his mouth near my pussy, at first I did not realise what he was going to do but as soon as I did I covered my pussy. I was not going to allow him to do that eating pussy was only for porn movies not for real people in real life. Salman was a no mood to take no for an answer. He pushed my hands aside and started kissing my moist lips. I had never known a feeling like that I had, but it felt different with the warmth of his mouth on my lips as he started to flick my clit with his tongue I was ready to cum. As he did this, I make up my mind to shave my pussy. There was no way that I would be hairy down there when he did this for the next time. Next time!! Next time!! what was wrong with me, I just realised that he had not yet fucked me, and I already thought that this would happen again. His tongue was like magic, and I cum as he sucked on my clit. I was loud and screaming, Salman decided it was time to enter me. He pulled out a condom from his side drawer and asked to roll it onto his 7″ Tool.
I was worried about the pain, and I asked him to take it slow because I was a virgin at that he smiled and promised that he would. Instead, he pushed it in one stroke. He slipped in easily enough and whispered that he knew that I was better than any other women. He hides with, and although he kissed that I would have a tight pussy, He knew I would take him easily. As he penetrates me, I felt the emotions and sensations that I had never imagined. That I would feel, I was a good girl. I did not fuck another man. I had never given a second thought to have an orgasm, a feeding a big dick in me but right now I loved the thought of being fucked and feeling a nice piece of meat in my pussy. I wanted to fuck, I wanted to be pleasured, and I wanted to pleasure him. While I was glad that he had a condom, I was annoyed that he wouldn’t fill me with his cum. What was wrong with me, I cum twice more as he fucked me hard.
He started in the missionary position (The missionary position or man-on-top position is a sex position in which generally a woman lies on her back, and a man lies on top of her while they face each other and engage in vaginal intercourse.) when I cum the first time. He then lay down and made me mount him, I loved riding my lover and soon cum another time, but managed the hold off long enough to cum with him. I knew from then on that this would be my favourite position. I loved looking down on him as I rode him and he loved looking at my breast. As he spotted into the condom all I think of was having this cum inside me. We both fall asleep after that it was not that Salman dropped me back to my place the next day, The guilt of letting another man take my virginity hit me. I loved Rahul but physically drown to Salman. I knew that I wanted to fuck Salman again, but I promised myself that it would never happen again. I did not think I could live the guilt of fucking him another time. The great thing about guilt is that it goes with time. At work, Salman would often be pulled me in the broom closet and empty starwheels where we would make out. I resisted for a while, but eventually, he made me out. He taught me how to give a blowjob and soon I have given him blowjobs at work, whenever we could. He loved looking at my body and fingering my pussy and rationalised that this was not intercourse. I still tried and made sure that he could not fuck me again.
That did not last long, the last time we fucked was two months later. We were at his flat again this time I was less inhabitant. We fucked in 4 or 5 positions before we both cum He liked to dominate me and ordered me around the bed. While I liked to be dominated and was happy to comply, Finally, after fucking all day, he pushed my legs back onto himself till my knees were near my head and held me there as he fucked me. I am sure he must have taught me like a thirsty sex bitch. I had not ever known anything like that, and cum harder than I could have ever imagined. After that he took me into the shower, I was all his. He made me stand in front of the shower with my leg on the wall as he entered me from behind. He wanted to fuck me as but could not relax to my muscles. At last, his tongue fuck to my anus to his disturbing content, remain it with the tongue tip and licking it ferociously. The and the last time we fucked was recent, he was at my place, and there was no pretends. We were meeting to fuck; We fucked five times that day.
The only time we were not making out, or he had his cock out of me was when we stopped for lunch. After lunch, we were fucking on the bed, and we both lost all controls and he cum right in me. I was horrified that I would get pregnant. Salman consoled that He would get take care of it and use the morning after pill and things will be okay. He convinced me that since he had cum inside me, there was no harm, fucking without the condom the rest of the day. I have to admit that I love the thought of having his naked cock in me and his cum filling me again. I remember entire next week I was sore and had trouble walking. That is where we are at now, He has fucked me three times in the past few months, and I know anything left than his big cock and great fucking will be disappointing. I have grown attached to Salman and his cock. He is a, but I am a Hindu. My parents would never allow us to marry. I still think I love Rahul, but I am wrapped with guilt from time to time and don’t know if I will be happy If I marry him. I know he can’t fuck like Salman and the thought of spending my life without his beautiful cock will be a big disappointment. I have finely reconsulted with the fact that as long as I am in Bangalore. I am going to fuck Salman, something that I have struggled from time to time. I do not know what should I do.
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