A Proper One Night Stand - Part 2
About a girl whom I met for one night and one night only
This story is about Prerna. We connected on Hinge, and met for a coffee date right before I were to leave for my Trip to McLeodganj with Arunika. This part picks up right where the Part 1 ended. At the end of part 1, Prerna was lying naked in front of me, her head hanging by the edge of the bed. I had slapped her, only to find out that she didn’t hate it. She had my balls in her mouth only moments ago. I was hard, and stroking my dick wasn’t enough. I hope you enjoy reading the second and final part about my night with Prerna.
Prerna looked at me, with a tinge of fear in her eyes. She had covered her cheeks with her palms. She hadn’t closed her legs, and her body had nothing on it — no jewellery, no clothes just the marks that I had left on her. I curled my finger and thumb around the base of my dick and looked at her thick neck. With her head hanging by the edge, her mouth had fallen slack naturally. She was breathing from her mouth, and gulping down visibly whenever her throat would go dry.
I reached down to grab her throat. I adjusted her, strangling her slightly in the process. She held my wrist with both her hands, as if she could pry my hand away from her throat. I adjusted my dick, to the level of her open mouth. Holding her by the throat, I pushed my dick inside her. It was the first time I entered a mouth like that. Mostly, my women are on their knees, with me either standing or sitting on a chair.
As I pushed in, I felt the first bit of resistance. I looked down at Prerna, but I couldn’t see her face. All I could see was a throat, struggling to breathe. I pushed further in, and I felt it. I felt her throat closing down on my dickhead. As I looked down, I saw a little bulge on her throat, ever so raised. I pulled out, only to realize that it was the tip of my dick, inside her throat.
Prerna coughed hard, so much so that she started to sit up. I held her down by the shoulder. As she was coughing, I slapped her. Her eyes had watered, and I could see her upper lip moist with mucous. It hardened by dick and my desire to fuck her throat again. Once her coughs had slowed down, I held her jaw, and pried her mouth wide. I pushed inside her mouth again, this time, more deliberate and quicker. I gave her throat slow and deep thrust, going as far as I can. I felt her trying to breathe through my ball sac. After a couple of thrusts, I would pull out, to let her catch her breath.
Eventually she stopped coughing when I pulled out, and instead, started opening her mouth right when I wanted to be inside her throat again. As I plunged into her throat, and caught glimpses of my dickhead in her throat, I had to smile in pleasure. I used my hips to thrust inside her, as had as I would thrust inside a pussy.
Once I had enough of her throat, I let her go. I took a step back to look at the mess I had made of her face. She was sniffling, as she adjusted herself in the bed. Her chin was moist and her eyes were teared up. Her neck must be aching because the first thing she did was massage her neck. She raised herself off the bed, to rest on her elbow. Her nipples had calmed down by them. I saw her back, my scratches had reddened more, giving her fair back a ‘character’.
I walked to the other edge of the bed, the longer side. I held her by one of her ankles and tugged at it. I pulled her towards my edge of the bed. She was disoriented by how hard I tugged at her ankle. The bedsheet wrinkled by the way I pulled her, coming off the sides of the mattress. As I pulled her more towards me, she understood what I wanted from her.
I positioned myself between her legs, and held her legs apart. I ran my finger across her slit to check how wet she was. She wasn’t as wet as I’d have liked her to be. I crouched between her legs, and licked her.
I didn’t want to eat her pussy, but I have a weakness when my head is between a woman’s leg. My licks to her slit became kisses, and soon I was circling my tongue around her clit. I used more spit than I usually do, my beard was wet with a mixture of my spit and her cum. When I heard Prerna moan, I buried my face harder on her crotch. Her thick fair thighs pressed against my ears, as she arched her back and pressed herself on my face. I dug my fingers into her thighs, more nails than tips.
“Ouch”
I looked up to meet Prerna’s eyes. She had raised herself, on her elbows. Almost half an hour naked with the girl, I noticed a black mole on her right breast. She looked frustrated at my pause. She reached out to place her hand on my head, to press me down.
I got to my feet instead. I stroked my dick, and lowered myself to touch her pussy with my dick. I was rubbing my dick around her clit, to take some wetness from my spit there, when I noticed Prerna reach out for my dick. She held my dick between her fingers, wanting me to slide in. I decided to remind her off her place.
I reach across to grab her throat with one hand and slap her with another. It was not a gentle slap like earlier, but a slap to tell her that I am the one who will dictate when I enter her. I usually love it when a girl holds my dick to slide it inside her, in fact, I prefer it, sort of a non-verbal consent that they want me inside her. But it was different with Prerna.
She tried to get away from me, pushing herself upwards, but I dragged her towards me, by her throat and slapped her again. She raised her arms, trying to block my next slap. Instead, I slapped her breast.
What was a look of frustration a moment ago, had turned into fear. In retrospect, it could have ended very baldy for both of us. Unlike the theory of masochism, we didn’t decide upon a ‘safe’ word. It was a non-verbal consent from her, that I could do whatever I wanted to do her, be it scratch her, slap her or fuck her throat even when she couldn’t breathe.
When she raised her hand to block my slap, I should have stopped. But I was filled with a sort of rage and eroticism that I didn’t know before. I wasn’t particularly starved of female company, neither was our chemistry the kind which would make me want to fuck her no matter what. But the fact that she touched my dick to slide inside her, inside of me doing it, raged me. The fact that she tried to put my head back between her legs, raged me. The fact that she had a look of frustration, raged me. And that rage, I took out on her cheeks and tits.
After I slapped her breasts, she took her hands down and covered her chest.
“I am sorry” she said, struggling to speak loudly because of my grip around her throat.
When I raised my hand again, “I am sorry, sir”, backing off raising her hand to block my impending slap.
I let go off her throat. Her neck had reddened because of my grip. Her cheeks were a sight to see — I had left a mark on them where my slaps had landed. While earlier her eyes had just teared up form the throat fucking, there were now tears on her cheeks. I stroked myself as I saw her assume her previous position — at the edge of the bed, holding her legs apart.
This time, I didn’t play around. I pressed my dick on her slit. The first time you enter a new woman, it’s a feeling that’s hard to put in words. There’s romantic part with those whom you love or have a friendship with, and then there are those like Prerna whom you meet for lust. When the tip of dick was inside her, I felt a surge of pleasure go from behind my ball sac. My palm had a slight burn from the slaps I had given her. It hardened me, seeing the girl I had slapped spread her legs for me. I rested a knee on the bed, to get the angle I wanted, and drove inside her.
She moaned when I was fully inside her, her mouth in the shape of O. I stayed buried inside her, as I reached to kiss her cheek that I had slapped moments ago. It was wet kiss, more tongue than lips. She held my face, and brought her lips to mine. As her tongue entered my mouth, I started thrusting into her. The one leg on the ground, let me do her in the pace I wanted to, for as long as I wanted to.
I pulled away from her, so that I could fuck her deeper. I held her by the thighs, dug my nails in her flesh as I fucked her. She arched her back and matched my motion to quicken the trusts. Whenever I got close to cumming, I buried inside her, and rocked myself, pressing down on her pubic bone, rubbing my pubic bone against hers. I played with her nipples, tugging them and wetting them my spit.
She was a loud woman. The only other woman I've been with who was louder than her was Sushri. Prerna’s voice was thicker and more guttural than Sushri’s. Prerna would say, “Oh, please” when I hit her just right. She was one of the few girls with whom I had a hard time not cumming. I did her that way till my lower back started hurting.
I wanted to do her from behind then. I pulled her towards me by her hair.
“Turn around” I told her
She turned around and bent over wordlessly. She arched her back, just as she had when I had fingered her. I got in the bed too, on my knees. She was dripping wet, my dick slid inside her with no resistance. She backed into me more than I drove into her. I held her by the waist, my fingers between the slight rolls of flesh on her waist.
I saw her touch herself, rub herself as I fucked her. I looked at the scratches that I’d left on her back. I eventually let her waist go, our rhythms had matched by them, she would back into me the exact moment I’d drive into her. I saw my dick wet with her pussy fluids, shinning in the hotel light. I touched the base of my dick with my thumb. At that moment she backed into me, and the tip of my finger brushed across her asshole.
She looked back at me, her mouth slack from her rubbing herself. She backed into my dick again, but this time I felt her search for that finger that touched her asshole. I placed my hand in the middle of her ass, finger fingers on her tail bone. I circled her asshole with my thumb. Her anus was a stark contrast against her fair body. Dark, but inviting, because of the way she had arched her back to offer her ass to me.
I let my spit fall on her asshole. I felt her flinch at the wetness in her asshole. I rubbed the spit around her asshole, circling it with my thumb. She stopped backing into me. I pressed on her asshole. She didn’t flinch, but looked at me, to see what I was doing to her. My dick was half way inside her. As I slid my dick inside her pussy, I pressed my thumb into her asshole.
Her moan, reverberated through the room, as I fucked her from behind, with my thumb inside her asshole. She was close, because of the erratic was her body moved. Prerna couldn’t stay still. She was being stimulated in three ways — with dick inside her pussy, my thumb inside her asshole and her fingers rubbing her clit.
She collapsed on the bed when she came. At first she fell on her face, and then to her side, as her orgasmic spasms passed through her. I reached out for the tissue box beside the bed and wiped my thumb, as Prerna came in the fetal position. I wiped the base of my dick, and pubes off the fluids that her pussy had left. She didn’t open her eyes immediately. With my dick still hard, I walked to the other side of the bed, for my pack of cigarettes. It wasn’t until that I lit a cigarette that Prerna opened her eyes.
“That was good.” She said. Her voice wasn’t submissive anymore. It sounded more like the girl I had met in Barista a couple of hours ago. I nodded as I smoked. She looked at my dick, which had started losing its hardness. She came towards me, crawling on the bed on her knees and hands.
She didn’t lose eye contact as she smiled and licked my dick. She held my dick and said, “Lie down. Let me do the last of my service, sir”
I smiled and reached for the ashtray, kept it at a distance so that I could use it while in bed. I sat down on the bed, with my back to the headboard. I pulled a pillow behind me to get comfortable. Still on her knees, she adjusted herself between my legs. she leaned down to take my dick in her mouth, moving her naked ass up, swaying it as she licked me and sucked me.
She played with my balls, as she sucked me off. After fucking her throat and then her pussy, I was too excited to feel light sucks. My cigarette was almost done. I took out another cigarette, and lit it with my last one. That’s when I felt it.
I felt her fingers going down by ball sac, and searching for a way to go deeper. Subconsciously, I slid down the bed, and bent my knees. She looked up at me, and smiled as she put her fingers in her mouth. When she took them out, they were gleaming with her spit. I dragged on my cigarette as she took my dick in her mouth. Instead of sucking, she started pushing her head down on me.
Her fingers were around my asshole. It was the first time I was touched there sexually. She wasn’t gentle, I didn’t expect her to be. She pressed on my asshole with her middle finger and started driving inside. I felt a pleasure I didn’t know off. She took my dick out of her mouth and started stroking it with her left hand, as she drove inside my asshole with her middle finger. I’d flinched at the initial invasion, but then I loosened myself, and let myself feel the unabashed pleasure of fingered.
When she was halfway inside my ass, she started wiggling her finger, sort of scratching it from inside. I felt a hot sensation start from my ball sac and run through my spine to the rest of my body. She was relentless in stroking my dick and wiggling her finger inside me & pushing in inside me.
I took one last drag of my cigarette, dropped it in the ashtray. I slid down further down the bed, in the process pressing her finger deeper in my ass. I spread my legs, and bent knees, to give her more access. She tongued the base of dick as she jerked me off. I saw my hard dick line up with her face. Her stroking had let slid the foreskin down, exposing the pink dickhead. From that angle, my dick reached above her forehead. Seeing that made harder if that was possible. I felt her wiggling deeper within me. I felt thirsty, not for water but for more of what she was doing. I started rocking my ass, wanting to feel her finger deeper inside me.
I had to close my eyes because of how good I felt. All I wanted to do was feel. I felt her grip around my dick, I felt her tongue at the base of dick wetting my balls and I felt her finger deep inside me. As she kept fingering me, I kept feeling a warm and hot wave rise inside me. And then, I came.
I hadn’t come like that before. My cum felt hotter than it usually does. But only the first spurt fell on me. As I was cumming, I felt Prerna’s mouth close around my tip, sucking my off my cum. I thrusted upwards into her mouth, wanting to go deeper. As my dick twitched, I felt my ass tighten around her finger, which was still inside me.
When she took her finger out, I felt a slight burn, but I was too spent to care about it. Prerna was sitting on the bed when I opened my eyes. She had swallowed my cum. She reached out for the tissue box, wiped the bit of cum around the base of my dick and then her finger. I closed my legs, and touched my dick, and squeezed out the last of the cum around the tip of my dick.
We were not drunk anymore, but we were hungry. We ordered a couple of burgers and coke for us. As we waited for the food, I wore my jeans and shirt to take the delivery when it comes. She stayed naked. She took out her laptop. I checked my phone, there were messages from Arunika wishing me good night. I decided not to see it or reply it. Prerna asked me if she should put something on. I told her that I’ll go down to take the delivery, she didn’t have to wear anything.
She pulled the blanket up to her waist and opened her laptop and started working. The light from her screen, made her naked breasts stand out, but I was too spent to get excited by it. I got up to wash my hands. It was in the bathroom, that I noticed the hickey she’d left me on my chest, I didn’t remember when that happened. I had a couple of top buttons of my shirt open. I panicked a little, wondering what I’d tell Arunika. But it was too late to panic. I came back and sat on the chair beside the bed. I lit a cigarette, and waited for the food to come, looking at Prerna working on her laptop with breasts out.
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We slept around 2 am that night, and I woke up the next morning around 8 am. Prerna asked me if it’d be okay for her to check-out later (the room was booked till 11 am). I told her that I have to catch a flight, and left by 0830 am. I was away on my McLeodganj trip with Arunika for the week, and couldn’t text Prerna much. Just the cursory hi and how have you been. We didn’t contact each other again, didn’t have anything to talk about.