A Proper One Night Stand - Part 1
About a girl whom I met for one night and one night only
This is about Prerna. We connected on Hinge. After about a week of trying to meet, we finally met the night before I was about to leave for Mcleodganj trip with Arunika. I didn’t expect much from my first date with Prerna, except for a way of passing the evening with a pleasant company. It ended up to be much more than an evening coffee date. It’s a two-part story, with this part more about us ending up in the hotel, and the kind of sexual dynamics that we established spontaneously. I hope you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed that wild night.
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I have many good things to say about Hinge. I don’t use it often these days, but this is from 2019. Back then, Tinder was the easier way of getting catfished. TrulyMadly had girls who wanted a husband. Bumble was great (I have to thank it for finding the love of my life), but it didn’t have enough women to go by. Hinge, on the other hand, was clean and calm dating app. The concept of answering questions, and liking someone on the basis of the answers that they have given, seemed to me a nice ice-breaker and a way of knowing how the person on the other end thought.
I’d be lying if I say that I remember Prerna’s Hinge profile accurately. However, I was impressed by her pedigree. She was pursuing Master’s at one of the prestigious colleges in Mumbai (it’s vague, because I am keeping that way. It’s one of the problems of writing about women I am not in touch anymore). We matched on Hinge, and I don’t remember our conversation to be raunchy. She told me that she’s from Kanpur and had moved to Bombay a year back. She was 25 then, two years younger than me.
I looked through her pictures. Most of her pictures were that of her upper body. She would be sitting on a table, smiling at the camera. Her facial features were broad — a broad forehead, large eyes and a thick pair of lips. I was attracted to her lips more than anything else. It was a kind of pair that you would want to lock into. In none of her 5 pictures she applied any lipstick, but her lips were these natural pink. From her pictures, I couldn’t gauge how big her breasts were or how her ass was. I remember being curious about seeing her in person.
Among other things that were happening in my life at that time, was the trip with Arunika. I was super excited to meet her, and spend time with her. However, I knew that I’d need someone to keep me interested in the city, hence the dating and texting. Even after we exchanged phone numbers, me and Prerna didn’t text much. She wasn’t a text person. The conversations were nothing more than ‘hi’ and ‘what’s up’.
She insisted that we should meet. Being relatively new to the city, she was still in awe at the scale of Bombay, and wanted us to go on a drive around the city. I, didn’t want that. There’s nothing worse than driving around with someone you are not physically attracted. At least, when you are stuck in traffic, you would want to rest your hand on a thick soft thigh, rather than the gear.
We agreed to meet at a Barista near her college. It was a place that I know very well, a Barista that I have spent a lot of time in, especially in the early days of me coming to Bombay. I decided on a Saturday, a week before I were to leave for Mcleodganj. However, it rained that day. It was a rainy September, and I cancelled the plan. She was not super annoyed, but her text was a curt ‘Okay, see you around’. I had started texting a younger girl then, Mansi. She was just 22 at that time, a ball of energy and plenty to talk about. I spent my time texting Mansi and Arunika. Moreover, I had the trip with Arunika to look forward, so I didn’t care much about losing touch with Prerna.
A week passed by, I was to leave the city, and decided to meet some of my friends at a TGIF. We met early, talked, laughed and were just a little tipsy. It was barely 9 PM, when everybody was talking about leaving. I had 12 PM flight the next day, and in no mood to go home so soon. I was in the smoking room, on my third glass of whisky when I texted Prerna. I didn’t expect her to reply on time or reply positively.
“Hey, can we meet at that Barista at 0930 PM?” I texted. She had 10 minutes to reply, because that was time it would have taken us to pay the bill and book an Uber. I needed my destination in the next 10 minutes.
Well, she replied. “Yeah, sure. But, I have an assignment to submit. You won’t mind if I work while we are having the coffee?”
I was just tipsy enough to go along with it. Looking back, I think, I was just lonely then, holding on to every sliver of company that I could find.
“Not at all. See you soon” I replied. I booked my Uber to that Barista. I would be 15 minutes late to the date, but you can always blame things on the traffic.
When I reached the Barista, I had too look around to find her. She had texted that she was there, but I couldn’t see her. I called her. It was the first time we spoke. Her voice, I must say, was not the sweetest. It was not the pitch, but the tonality of her voice, that was not … delicate. It’d be a couple of hours that I’ll find that she was not delicate either.
She had chosen to sit outside, in a corner table. I had seen her, but in her pictures she wasn’t wearing glasses. And, in the crowd, she barely stood out. She was wearing a long skirt, with black and white floral pattern, and a plain black top. She had absolutely no make-up on — no lipstick, no touch-up. Her hair was loosely tied in a bun. She’d tell me later that she got my text, and just walked out of her flat (which was barely a kilometer away from the Barista) just as she was.
I collected my cappuccino and walked up to her. She had her feet up in the chair adjacent to her. The only acknowledgement that I got from her was a smile.
“I thought, you won’t come this time either”, she said. She was almost done with her coffee.
I sat opposite to her, fished out a packet of cigarettes. I put a cigarette between my lips and asked her if she’d mind. She shook her head, and got back to typing. It was almost 10 PM. The Barista was right at a signal, the traffic had started becoming sporadic. It was a cool evening, with petrichor still in the air. I was in no hurry to leave, had nothing else to look forward to the rest of the night. While smoking, I dropped a text to Arunika telling her that I am going to bed early, have some chores to do in the morning before leaving for the airport.
Me and Prerna sat there wordlessly for a couple of minutes. I still had the whisky buzz and low expectations from this date. It was a little annoying though, to see her work in the middle of a date. She did say that she had an assignment to finish, however, it was a little rude to keep typing when you are meeting someone for the first time.
“So… what exactly do you study?” I asked her.
She told me that she doing her Master’s in public policy. I asked her what she was doing right then. She was writing an essay about a policy applied across major democracies in the world, and a comparative study of those. She asked me about my work, I told her what I do. She wasn’t as interested in my work as much as I was in hers.
“Are you drunk?” She asked me. Her eyes narrowed when she asked me that.
“Yes, I was out with friends. I won’t say I am drunk. Just buzzed. Which is also the reason I had to take a cab instead of driving.” I told her.
“What did you drink?” She closed the lid of her laptop, and folded her palms under her chin.
“Whisky” I took out a second cigarette.
“So, you are a chain smoker too?” she raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t going well for me. I became defensive.
“Not really, a couple of cigarettes now and then. It helps me have a better time in the good times” I said.
She nodded. “Can I have one?” She reached out for the pack of cigarettes.
“Sure”, I said. I offered her a cigarette and lit it for her.
“Marlboro Lights. Aren’t these too light?” She said.
“Well, like almost everybody else, I am trying to quit. Besides, Marlboro Reds aren’t the same they used to be. So…”
I let out smoke and sipped my coffee. Now that my eyes had adjusted fully to the low lighting, I saw her better. Her expression had a softness, a glaring contrast to the bold features of her face. Just like her pictures, her forehead was prominent. She didn’t seem to have a long hair, but the way she did her bun, it framed her face pleasantly. She had no jewellery on. Not even a nose pin. Her body was bare, except for the clothes she was wearing.
She had a stocky build; her shoulders were wide and she had a thick neck for a girl. Her breasts looked the average size, probably a B cup, but it was hard to tell because of her black tee shirt in the dark. There was a hint a tummy, but it was the kind of thickness that I liked. She had her feet up on a chair earlier, I saw her ankles. They were deliciously fair, the kind you would want to redden by gripping too hard.
It had been about 20 minutes since I was there, and there was nothing ‘date-y’ that we had talked about. I decided to steer the conversation towards what were we actually doing
“So, what are you looking for in Hinge?” I asked her.
She took a moment to think, and replied, “Nothing in particular. Somebody to hangout with, go around the city. I love this place, there are so many places I want to go to.” She paused, “And somebody to kiss”
I laughed, “I see. Too bad we have met here, with no place to kiss.”
“Yeah it is” She smiled. It was the first time that I saw her teeth. I pulled the trigger.
“You know, we can change that. I know this hotel, just across the road. I have nothing else do for the rest of the night. We can check-in.” I said. I looked at her, expecting her to laugh it off.
“You move fast. But I am in no mood to pretend we are married just to check-in.” She sipped her coffee.
“No, we don’t have to. Ever heard of StayUncle? No questions asked. All we need are IDs, and that’s it. Let me check if there are rooms in the hotel which I have in mind.” I picked up my phone.
Well, there were rooms. It was expensive, especially for barely 10 hours. But, it didn’t matter then.
“So, I book this?” I asked her.
“Okay, you are serious?” She sat up in her chair.
“Yes” I turned the phone towards her. “All I have to do is tap ‘Book’. The hotel is barely 5 min rickshaw ride away.”
She pursed her lips. “Okay, so, I’d need an ID? Like my Aadhar?” She reached for her bag.
She searched for a bit and said, “Well, bad luck. I don’t have it with me.”
I leaned towards her, across the table, “Come on. All we got to do, is walk up to your place, get your ID and then take a rickshaw from there.”
“Yeah, but the security guard doesn’t allow guys after 10 PM, for tenants. Asks too many questions.” She said.
“I don’t have to enter the society premises. You go up, and get you card. I will wait outside. I might as well, buy a pack of condoms.” I lied, I already had one in my wallet. Besides, that one was more for show. I am not the biggest fan of condoms. It’s stupid, but it’s my favorite stupid thing to do. The condom is usually there to show my intention to be responsible. I said condoms to make it clear beyond any doubts that I am asking Prerna to check-in with me, and that I intend to fuck her.
“You really want this. Are you like this in every date you go to?” She asked, zipping her bag.
I smiled. I wasn’t like this in all of my dates. I was going on a trip with another girl the next day, most likely to fuck her many times over. I don’t know what made me ask her that. I knew her for an hour in total, she didn’t have a personality that I couldn’t resist. I wasn’t high on anything, except for the anticipation of being with Arunika the next day by that time. But it didn’t matter, because she was getting up to get her ID from her flat.
We paid the bill and left for her place. While walking, we were quiet. Our shoulders touched. I felt that warmth you feel when you touch a new woman for the first time. When we were at the entrance of her society, she looked at me and said, “I will be back soon.”
“If you get cold feet, you can still come down. We can just walk back to the Barista and have another cup of coffee” I squeezed her arm. I saw her walk away. Her skirt was loose, but I saw the outline of her ass. My dick twitch, thinking of seeing her naked soon. Right beside her society there was a cigarette tapri. I bought a fresh packet of cigarettes, considering my travel tomorrow. I lit a cigarette and checked Google Maps to see the exact route to the hotel. It was a fairly straight-forward route to explain to a rickshaw driver. Prerna came down in about 10 minutes.
When she was beside me, I noticed a fragrance that wasn’t there earlier. She had used a perfume. Her hair was neater, and her face looked cleaner. I called for a rickshaw. It took me three trials to find one which agreed to go a short distance. She was checking her phone all along.
Once inside the rickshaw, I slid myself towards her. I wrapped my hand around her waist. It was an awkward first intimate touch. She looked at me and smiled. She touched my knee and said, “Have some patience”
I didn’t have patience. I slipped a finger inside her tee-shirt, and caressed her spine. She didn’t say anything, instead came closer to me. We got off at the hotel. I led her to the hotel reception. On the way, Prerna slapped my ass. That caught me off guard. I looked back, and she was laughing. I took her by the hand, and we walked into the reception, hand in hand.
The check-in was smooth. I got to see her full name for the first time. We were shown our room. It was a 3-star hotel, so the room was decently large. The bell boy led us to our room. I asked him to get us 2 bottles of water, closed the door. I didn’t lock it. I knew it would be bit of an interruption, but it’s one of those things I do when I check-in with a girl for the first time. It takes off the pressure to get intimate as soon as the door is locked.
She put down her bag, and sat on the bed. She pressed it, sort of trying to figure out the bounciness of it. I was looking at her, she caught me smiling.
“What?” She asked, smiling back. I shook my head, and moved to the cushioned chair near the bed. The room had a large window, with cheap brown curtains. I drew the curtains, only to find a view of closed shops and trees. We were on the third floor, so I didn’t expect any view, but it was a little underwhelming to not even have a clear line of sight to the road. I checked for smoke sensors, and lit a cigarette.
Prerna got out of her sandals and rested her back against the head-rest. She was over-dressed, certainly. The long skirt revealed nothing except for her ankles. Her tee shirt had a high neck, and all I could see was a thick bare neck. I realized that I wasn’t feeling the kind of ‘spark’ that I was expecting. We sat there silently, till the door bell rang.
I got the door, took the bottles of water and asked the bell boy if the kitchen was open.
“Yes sir, we can take orders till 11 PM” He said
I looked back at Prerna, she wasn’t paying attention, scrolling through her phone. “And what about drinks? What’s available?” I asked the bell boy.
“Beer. Kingfisher and Tuborg” He said.
“Okay, get two bottles of Tuborg, and two glasses. And, yes, something to eat with it. Maybe some chicken tikkas? How long will it take?” I said
“I’ll get it right away, sir.” He went away.
I closed the door behind me. I expected Prerna to look up, but she didn’t. I should confess, that at that moment, I was starting to believe that this was a waste of time and money. I made my way to the cushioned chair. I took off my shoes, and raised my leg up on the side of the bed, close to her thigh. I lit another cigarette, and extended my toes. They dug into Prerna’s thighs.
“Hmm?” Prerna looked up from her phone. She thought I was trying to say something. I wasn’t.
“Nothing. Umm, I ordered some beer and something to eat with it. I never asked… you aren’t a vegetarian, are you?”
She smiled, “No, I am not. It wouldn’t have been very vegetarian of me to come to a hotel room with a guy whom I met barely an hour ago.” She held my foot, gave it slight squeezes, while she got back to her phone, scrolling through it one-handed.
“So, are you looking for other matches on Hinge already?” I asked.
Prerna laughed, “No, just scrolling through Insta”
“Are you active on Insta?” I took out my phone, “Tell me how can I find you?”
“Umm, let’s keep Insta away from all this. I want tonight to be uninhibited. Insta adds a string. You already have my number to be in touch tomorrow.” She said
I wasn’t expecting that. I haven’t been the clingy-type, but I didn’t expect to be turned down to simply look at her social. But the word, “uninhibited” stuck with me. I extended my toes further, to give a deeper dig into her thigh.
I fished out my phone and texted Arunika telling her that I have been unable to sleep. She almost instantly replied, telling me that she hasn’t been able to sleep either. She was doing some assignments, because she’d be away for the trip.
“But you should get some sleep. You might not get enough in McLeodganj” Arunika texted.
I asked her if she’s all packed up. She said, she will pack tomorrow. “I am not taking much clothes, don’t see the point”. She sent me a picture of her in night dress — a skimpy spaghetti top. One of its straps was halfway down her shoulder blade. I wished I could ask for more, and jerk off to her, the night before I were to meet her.
I was staring at Arunika’s half naked chest, when the door bell rang. It was the beer and the chicken. I opened the door and took the plate from the bell boy. Once I closed the door, Prerna got off the bed, and helped me set up the table for us to drink. I opened a bottle and poured a glass to each of us. The beer was chilled, and the chicken tikkas were hot.
Before I sat down to eat, I unbuckled my belt and took it off. Prerna was observing as I did it.
“For once, I thought, you were going to take off your pants, and make a crass joke of having your dick as an appetizer.” She said picking up her glass.
“What? What sort of guys have you slept with?”
She sipped her beer, “Well, you can never be too careful. I wouldn’t mind though.”
I lit a cigarette and got comfortable with my beer. We sipped our beers, wordlessly. I took the time to check her out in detail. There was nothing much too see, she was wearing too many clothes, and considering that just moments ago I saw Arunika practically slipping off her top, it was a stark comparison between these two girls. I didn’t pace my drink, I was out of ideas to get this thing going.
We finished the food. I got up to wash my hands off the oil from the tikkas. She got up with me.
“After you”, I said
She gave me a playful smile. I was standing behind her, as she washed her hand in the basin. As she bent down, her tee shirt rode off, just a little to show her back, the same place where I had touched her in the rickshaw. I leaned over her, rinsed my fingers off the oil. After I had toweled off my hands, I took a step closer to her, and touched her. I ran my finger across the bare skin of her back. She looked up, in the mirror. Our eyes met there.
She turned around, she backed into the basin slab. She rested her palms on the slab. It had the effect of pushing her breasts towards me. I took another step closer to her. I held her waist, and slid my hand inside her tee. I leaned towards her, touched my nose to hers. I saw her lips part, and I kissed her.
First kisses are always different. Prerna’s lips were rough, but wet. She had rinsed her mouth earlier, I felt the slight coldness of water on her lips. I pressed my mouth against her, she leaned back, and then pressed her mouth on to me. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. I tasted the mix of beer and chicken we were eating. I dug into her waist. I couldn’t see where I was touching, but I wanted to leave a mark on her skin, on her body everywhere I touched. I wanted to mark her for other guys she would be with.
She winced, not breaking the kiss. Instead, she bit my lips. I pulled back, I let go of her waist, and held her by the hair. I kissed her again, harder this time, pulling her hair every time she would bite me. When I broke the kiss, I pulled her head away by her hair. She had parted her lips, breathing through her mouth.
I let go off her hair, and pressed my body on to her. I held her waist again, but this time, I held the hem of her tee. I pulled it up. She raised her arms, to let me take off her tee. Once it was off, she came on to me, kissing me. I threw the tee outside the washroom, somewhere on the floor in the room.
I held her face between my hand, and looked down. She had a pink bra. In her tee, it wasn’t obvious how big her breasts were. Her bra barely held her breasts. Her bosoms where puffed up, fair and unmarked. I ran a finger on the bare skin, the bump of her breasts. I dug my nail into it. Prerna’s breasts, her entire skin, was the kind of color that made you want to dig into it.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” She said. She unbuttoned the first button my shirt.
I kissed her neck in reply. I started near her jaw, and tongued it, making my way down. At the base of her neck, I held her skin between my teeth, and bit it. She winced, and continued unbuttoning my shirt. I moved to the other side, sucking her skin, feasting on her skin. When she was done unbuttoning my shirt, I held her hand and led her out of the washroom.
Once in the room, I let my shirt fall on the floor. Took off my undershirt, and turned to her. We kissed again, this time it was her digging into my chest. Her nails were sharp, the pain made me kiss her harder. I had a raging hard-on by then, my dick painfully straining against my denims.
I grabbed Prerna by the ass and started grinding my crotch on to her. It was the only respite I could get, that little rubs that I managed to get through my denims. I clawed her back, starting from her neck till the clasp of her bra. She winced, and dug into my chest hard, and pinched my nipple as she went past it. I pushed her away, and turned her around. I held her by the strap of her bra and pulled her towards me. She stuttered on her feet. She stood there, with her back towards me, waiting for me to do what I wanted to.
I unclasped her bra. My nails had left a trail on her back. Six deep red lines ran from neck to her the point where her bra clasp was. Prerna wasn’t toned, but her flesh looked delicious when naked. The base of her spine had a visible trough. I touched her again, the same place I had back in rickshaw, the same place I had in the washroom. But this time, I slipped my finger inside the hem of her skirt.
I hadn’t loosened the knot which held the skirt on her waist. Looking at the girl standing half naked in front of me, surrendering to my lust, left no patience in me to loosen her skirt. I tugged at it. Once the skirt was down her ass, it slipped down. Prerna wore an unremarkable red panty. I gave both of ass cheeks a squeeze.
She let out a moan, still standing at the place, without turning. Her hands were in front of her. She had covered her breasts with them. Her breasts were too large to be covered with hands. She started to turn around to me, but I stopped her.
“You turn, when I tell you to turn” I said.
I slapped her ass. She let out a moan. It was a moan, that a woman does when I touch her right. It’s the moan a woman does when I slide inside her for the first time. So, I slapped her ass again.
“Do you understand?” I said
“Y—yes”, Prerna said. But it was late, I slapped her ass again.
“Yes, yes sir” she said. She had folded her hands in front of her chest, and had closed her eyes, bracing another spank on her ass.
When she uttered the word ‘sir’, it was a pleasure point that was not touched by any other girl I had been with. I pushed her back, urging her to bend over. She obliged, offering her thicc curvy ass to be spanked. I spanked her again, with her bent over. The way she bent over, it didn’t offer much of her ass. I pushed her at small of her back and said, “Look up, as you bend down. Don’t you know how to bend over?” I spanked her harder than earlier.
She winced in pain, and repelled. I pulled her back, using her panty as a harness. She had to stop covering her breasts, and instead used her knees for balance. She looked up, curving her back. Her ass looked delicious. I ran my hand across her ass, giving her cheeks squeezes. Every time I lifted my hand off her, she braced for a spank.
“You skirt didn’t show any of this ass.” That time when I lifted my hand off her ass, it came down as spank. She let out a moan and said, “Thank you”
I spanked her, “I mean — thank you” I spanked her, “— thank you, sir”
Her breasts, were swaying to my spanks. Her nipples were dark contrast to her fair skin. They were hard, I wanted to suck on them. But wanted her bent over for me as I spanked her to see her breasts, helplessly mimicking her bodies movement to my spanks. I spanked her harder, just to see them sway more.
I peeled her panty off. She didn’t move, too scared to do so. I went behind her, and touched her pussy. I rubbed her slit roughly. It wasn’t wet, but the warmth was intoxicating. I shoved a finger inside her pussy, not caring to be gentle. She winced in pain, but didn’t move her eyes away from the ceiling.
At that moment, I realized that this girl had surrendered herself to me. It was slowly dawning on me that I could do what I pleased to do with her body. We didn’t speak about it explicitly, but her submission to me was obvious. The tacit acceptance of her as being my play thing for the night was a turn on. I decided that I won’t disappoint her. I would not be my usual gentle-self, one who caresses and touches often.
I shoved my finger inside her, hooked it to touch her the walls inside her pussy. I started finger fucking as she stood bent over, naked in the middle of that hotel room. When I stopped finger fucking her, she started backing into my finger. getting herself fucked by my finger.
I still had my pants on. My hard on, had calmed down. Although there was a submissive body in front of me, I wasn’t feeling the kind of hard-on which I am feeling right now as I write this.
I pulled out my finger. She expected to be spanked, and pulled away slightly, but I didn’t do anything. I went over to the table where there was the unopened bottle of beer. I opened the bottle, and poured myself a glass of beer. When I turned back to her, Prerna was looking at me. She still held her position, with her hands on her knees, the back arched, and naked breasts hanging, with hard nipples prominent visible from the side.
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I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t take my eyes off her body. She had nothing on her body, except for the nail scratches that I’d left her, and hickie I had given her on the neck. I lit my cigarette. Prerna stood straight, and got out of the panty that was around her ankle. She stood there, arms akimbo, pushing her breasts out. She still had her hair in a bun, though now untidy from bending over.
I took a long drag of my cigarette, and rested myself against the table.
“Lie down” I said.
She walked towards the bed, put her knee down on the edge of the bed to lie down.
“Not like that. The other side. Legs towards me.”
She obliged.
“Lie on your back”
She put her hands to the side, closed her legs, and assumed a position close to being the shavasana.
I walked up to her. “Your legs, are supposed to open” I grabbed her by a thigh and pried her legs apart. I did that with my cigarette still between my fingers. The tip of the cigarette was close enough to her skin, for her to feel the heat. Her face had an apprehension, a tiny bit of fear that the cigarette’s tip will touch her fair spotless skin. It made me smile.
She bent her knee, opening her legs, her hands by the side. She had to raise her head to look at me. I rested back at the edge of the table and took a sip of my beer.
“Touch yourself. I want to see how good you are in pleasuring yourself, before doing anything to your body” I told her before taking my second sip.
She brought her fingers to her tongue, and wet it with an audible lick. She was looking at me as she started rubbing herself. I sipped my beer as I saw her face slacking in pleasure. She rested her head back, quickening her rubbing. She circled her clit, in a way different than what I do to my women.
She let out her first moan, when I was lighting another cigarette. Prerna was lying on the bed, with legs open, touching and fingering herself, as if there was no one else in the room. There was nothing on her body to cover her. Every inch of it was out there for me to see. Her dark nipples were hard, and her chest was heaving was she moaned, lost in the pleasure.
I don’t know what she was thinking as she touched herself. I wish I could be inside her brain, and see what she imagined, which guy she imagined getting fucked by. But, as far as I knew, it was me standing in front of her, shirtless, but other than that, doing nothing sexual to her.
I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans. It was when I was unzipping that Prerna opened her eyes and looked at me. She was close, judging by the way she rocked her body and the pace at which she rubbed herself. I got out of my underwear, and stood there. I stroked myself, sipping my beer and looking at Prerna.
My eyes were on her nipples, and then on her stomach. She had a sparse bush, the kind you trim rather than shave. I looked at her pussy. She was wet, so wet that I could see the light shine of it if she moved just right. I put down by beer, almost finished, and moved to the side of bed which had her head.
As she touched herself, I lowered myself on her face, bring my balls close to her mouth. She took her tongue out and licked my balls. It was a gingerly lick, the way you would lick something not knowing how it’d taste.
I lowered myself further, so that my balls would be between her lips. She parted her lips, understanding that I didn’t want her to just lick it, but suck on them. And then, I felt it. I felt her mouth suck a ball. That feeling of pressure on my ball, and seeing her rub her clit made me stroke my dick.
Prerna sucked my balls, taking in one after another. She playfully increased her pressure on them, each time sending down shivers of pleasure through my body. For herself, she was getting impatient. She raised her ass in the air, sort of trying to do bridges while naked. And then, she came.
I cupped her breast and then held her by the nipple as she wreathed in pleasure, trying to raise her head. Prerna moaned with my balls in her mouth, her moans vibrating through my crotch. It made me press my balls deeper into her mouth. I felt her nose brush against my perineum, threatening to rub against my asshole.
She needed a break after cumming, but I didn’t want to give her that. I was rock hard by then, and sitting on her face, and her wetting my balls made me want more out of her.
I held her by the armpits and pulled her naked body further towards the edge of the bed. I wanted her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Her lips were wet with her own spit, some of it had made their way to the nose. As her head hung from the edge of the bed, she looked up to me, her hands by her side, completely exposed to me, at my mercy. I was standing over her, with stroking my dick. It was the first time I slapped her.
It wasn’t a hard slap, more like a hard tap on her cheek. But she winced. She looked up to me again, with a look that said, “What happened?”. I slapped her again, harder this time. She covered her cheek with her palm, but she didn’t move. She didn’t try to get up, or repel away from me. I was yet to fuck Prerna, but she already made me want to make her scream in painful pleasures.
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The story of my one night stand with Prerna will continue in the next part. I was yet to fuck her, she was a submissive little girl in front me, waiting to be used for my pleasure. I had already marked her, but she was yet to show me the side of her for which I will remember — the wild possessive style. Her being comfortable with my balls in her mouth and nose against my ass should have known how comfortable she was with asses. Rest of the story will be in another part
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Just waiting for the next part now