It was a fairly warm summer evening. Misha just got done with her call with a potential match. She was frustrated, as this was the 5th guy she was forced to talk to, but she found connection with none of them.
She knew they were all sweet, but is sweet what she wants? She couldn’t figure that out, and was gazing at the ceiling wondering what she needed to do to get her life in order.
Misha immediately slid her fingers into her purple knit panty, thinking about the hot sex she had with her ex-roommate (Mayank) over the weekend. He was a dork who she had sex with out of pity, but he turned out to be obedient and lasted long.
Misha kept thinking about how well she was able to play with Mayank, rubbed her pussy rigorously and came. It wasn’t fun for her, as she was missing that spark for a while.
She got up, cleaned herself, and found a text from Sharan inviting her over as his roommate was cooking something special. Misha loves food, she immediately agreed and there she was, at Sharan’s party.
Misha never met Sharan’s roommate, she heard about his ability to engage crowds and being extremely funny. She was intrigued but didn’t pay much attention.
She knocked on the door and Sharan’s roommate (Jayanth) opened the door for her. He stood there as Misha noticed his 5 feet 10 inches lean muscular frame as he smiled at her and welcomed her in.
Misha is a 5 foot 1 inch petite girl with 32 d bust being an asset to highlight on her body. Her well rounded juicy ass came close second.
Jayanth – a married guy staying with a roommate, as his wife is abroad for a 6 month project.
Back to the story.
Misha started drinking along with Jayanth and Sharan, and began to become tipsy. She totally was in awe with how funny and in control the married guy Jayanth was. They got along really well.
Sharan had a little too much to drink and dozed off on the couch. Jayanth was tipsy too and walked up to Misha and sat really close to her trying to talk softly as Sharan was sleeping.
She couldn’t understand why her heart was racing but it was, as Jayanth got his arms really close to hers.
Misha had goosebumps on her skin just by the proximity of Jayanth. Her pussy was starting to moisten but she reminded herself that Jayant was married.
Jayanth noticed her uneasiness and asked her what it was. She couldn’t put words together as she somehow sensed that Jayanth understood what she was going through. Jayanth is very good at understanding situations and acting accordingly. She was terrified if Jayanth got to know her slutty side. But it was too late.
Under the influence of alcohol and not having his wife around for over a month, Jayanth got bold and placed his palm over Misha’s shoulder. Misha took a deep breath involuntarily. This was all Jayanth needed. He slowly slid his hand into Misha’s hair. She could feel his hands crawling in. She was both terrified and horny. She hadn’t felt that slutty in a while and her pussy was exploding.
Jayanth grabbed onto the hair in the back of her head and clenched it. Misha bit her lips not at all trying to protest Jayanth’s moves. She let out a slight moan, but immediately got alerted by her own sound. Terrified, she opens her eyes to check whether Sharan was still sleeping.
She turns towards Jayanth coming back to her senses, and gets mad at him for doing what he did to her. But Jayanth wasn’t having any of it. He could smell the lust in Misha.
He tightens the grip on her hair and drags her to fall of her chair, onto her knees. Misha wanted to shout and ask for help, but she was way too Horny to stop Jayanth from treating her the way he was.
She protested with a slight moan but not too loud to wake Sharan up.
While she lay on the floor motionless, staring at J, he clenches her throat and looks into her eyes and says, “Bitch, I expect to see you in my bedroom in 5 minutes” and walks into his room.
Misha sat there wondering what she needed to do, her entire body is asking her to obey and walk into Jayanth’s room, but Jayanth’s a married guy. Misha is confused but gathers enough strength to pick herself up and knock on Jayanth’s door.
The door opens by itself on the second knock. Misha’s heart racing as if she was in a horror movie. She was entering the waters she never explored, but her pussy is obfuscating her thoughts. All she wants is raw meat between her thighs and raw meat of a married man, seemed like the Pandora’s box that she wanted to open.
Her hair in disarray, dress crumbled, Misha walks closer to Jayanth’s huge bed. Jayanth with his eyes closed invites Misha to sit by his side on the bed. She obeys like an obedient puppy. She still couldn’t seem to understand how she was being operated as if there was a remote controlling her.
Jayanth feels the mattress move as Misha parks her ass on it. He wraps his one hand around her waist and pulls her on to him. She squirms weakly to indicate protest, but deep inside she was loving being dragged around and treated like a rag doll.
Jayanth grabs onto her hair again and points her to his shorts. Misha hungrily grabs onto Jayanth’s cock from outside of his shorts.
Misha now wants her lips around it and feel his cock down her throat. She hungrily lowers his shorts and wraps her lips around his cock. Her mind is still playing the “What the fuck am I doing!” song as she goes back and forth to satisfy Jayanth’s urges.
Jayanth gets up grabs Misha’s super skinny waist and turns her to be in 69 position.
Misha is enchanted by his sheer strength and let go of all her inhibitions. Her legs spread as wide as she could spread them, her ass arched to give Jayanth full access to her pussy.
Jayanth slaps her pussy tight and she clenched her butt cheeks. He immediately attacks it with a tongue piercing into her vaginal walls. That instant pleasure makes her loosen those tight butt cheeks.
No one has ever treated her like that. She was the pretty face in a group. All the boys would die to have her on a date, but Jayanth is treating her like a whore, ordering her to obey like the slut she is. She is loving it like she never loved anything.
Jayanth’s command over her and his passion to take everything under his control, is creaming her pussy like milk boiling inside her.
Jayanth stops playing with her pussy and pushes her to the side like a slut. Misha just follows that push and falls on her back onto the bed, gasping for air and craving some rough touch.
Jayanth then pounces onto her and rips her top off. Misha is terrified again as she doesn’t have anything spare to wear and her thoughts roll back to the possibility of Sharan waking up.
She bends over to the side, as if to hear Sharan snore in the living room. Jayanth gets pissed, her attention is else where.
He clenches onto her throat, moves really close to her face and says, “Whore, when I am dealing with you, your focus is to obey me and pay attention. I don’t care if you are scared of getting caught, but I do care whether my pet pays attention or not.”
He rips her bra out. Misha is surprised by how Jayanth is treating her, but was even more surprised with her, actually loving this treatment so much! She never knew this submissive side of her existed.
She was in bed with a naked married guy and all she could think about was Jayanth keeping up with his treatment. Jayanth knew exactly how much Misha was loving it.
He then pulls her yoga pants out of the way and orders her to rush to the washroom and get him his condom. Misha almost terrified, runs and comes back with a condom. He then asks her to lick his balls to get his dick ready for Misha’s final round.
Misha obeys and starts putting it on tenses. Misha then accidentally puts the condom on the other way round. Jayanth grabs onto her hair and pulls her closer, so he could punish her by slapping her ass. Misha then puts it on right.
Jayanth then pushes her forward to arch her back upwards. He goes in from behind in one go. His 8inch cock is too big for her petite body. She starts screaming and Jayanth slaps her ass asking her to shut up and behave.
Her pain eventually transcends to pleasure and she starts humming moderately.
Jayanth continues to drill her fast, as she goes on to moan.
Jayanth hears a knock on the door.
To be continued.