Concupiscence - Issue#7
The Real Estate Broker
I had finished Issue#6 while away on a vacation. I was vacationing in Daman, with Nidhi. It was a fun week. I had to tell Nidhi about Shreya before I could open my computer to finish typing about it. It was the first time I was writing in front of someone, especially a girl whom I am dating. We stayed in mostly, getting the most out of the comfy and thick mattress. The soundproofing of the wall was a great help, Nidhi was more vocal than usual.
We finished a large bottle of lube in the four day trip. I took to heart an advice from Emily, about using lube for any kind of sexual activity. Besides, no matter how much foreplay you do, the sixth time around in the day, both the dick and the pussy get sore without a generous helping of the lube. Nidhi had packed the baby doll dress that I had given her, but it didn’t last a day. It was too easy to ruin.
We spent some time browsing through Reddit. I showed her my recent posts. We were naked, when she was reading the issues about Shreya. I had shown her the early draft of Issue#6. She asked me what happened after. I told her that she’d have to wait, just like all readers. Even after years of polygamy, with different women, it makes me grateful to find women who are okay with it.
“Was she good?” she asked me.
I puffed my cheeks, “She was something” I said.
She’d caressed my thighs and cupped my balls, when she asked, “Tell me, did you fuck her?”
“Yes”
“When?” She started stroking me, I was soft, barely 15 mins since I had cum. I was still sensitive from it, but she didn’t care.
“Last Friday”
“But you said you would be out with your friends” She tightened her grip around my dick. I’d started getting hard by then.
“Yeah. I didn’t know if —”
“Sush” She had leaned closer to me. Her breasts were out of the blanket, naked. Her nipples had hardened from the air-conditioning in the room. It was evening, and the curtains were drawn. In that golden hour, her breasts looked menacingly beautiful. I stopped talking, and looked at her breasts, feeling her grip around my dick. She had started jerking me off, quickening her pace as she said the next sentence, “Next time, don’t lie to me”
We fucked afterwards. She came once on my dick, and after I came, she lubed herself up again, and used the vibrator. My cum was drying on her thighs, as she quivered, and pressed the vibrator onto her clit, opening her legs wider. Her orgasm was louder and more violent than when I was inside her. She smiled at me, before turning over, pulling the blanket and closing her eyes.
I started writing the rest of the last issue, sitting on the desk, naked. Nidhi was napping on the bed, after cumming twice. In that moment, I realized how hard it was write erotica right after cumming twice. I kept the best parts of what happened with Shreya for this issue, as I am back, in the comfort of my flat, soon to be my ex-flat, thanks to all the good places Shreya showed me, and all the good things she let me do to her.
When I held her kurta and told her to remove it, I expected Shreya to laugh it off or, change the topic. I wasn’t drunk, had just a little buzzy from alcohol and cigarettes. My expectations were low, until… until she stood in front of me.
She didn’t look me in the eyes. She looked at the wall behind me, as she reached for hem of her kurta and started pulling it up. I reached for the remote and turned the music down even further, never taking my eyes off the girl undressing in front of me.
It wasn’t a strip tease. It would be the way in which Disha would change in front of me, before she left for work (more on Disha on The Escapades, coming soon). Shreya was all too quick about it. No lingering eye contacts, like Nidhi does, nor the wildness with which I can imagine Prerna taking off her clothes for whomever she’s fucking these days.
In a flash, Shreya was in a bra — a white, padless bra. The cups hid almost all her breasts, it wasn’t the kind of bra which you wear while riding a dick. It’s the kind you’d buy from the weekly markets in Bandra. She didn’t know what to do with the kurta in her hand. She stood there, folding the kurta. I extended my hand to take it off her hand. Once she had the kurta off her hand, she loosened the knots of her salwar and slid it down. She wore a pink panty, worn out from the washes.
In her underwear, Shreya looked different. Her body was young and taut in every way, yet shy. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by opening my mouth. I reached for a cigarette, lit it, and laid back on the couch. She was conscious of my wandering eyes. Once I ignored the unsexy underwear, it was hard not to be hard for her.
Her navel was squeezed, her thighs soft and smooth. Her collarbones stood out for me, especially now that there were so few things covering her. I didn’t realize how much I was staring at her, till I saw her stiffen. She closed her fists, and pressed her arms to the side. She looked down now, to her feet. Without her clothes, she looked taller, slimmer, and overall delicious. Her phone rang.
It was face up, I could see the name “Ravi” flash, with a contact picture of a lanky boy. Shreya moved quickly, taking her phone and silenced it. Her hair was let down by then, casually lying on her shoulders. As she bent over to take the phone, her belly showed the faintest of bulge. Hers was a raw body, not chiseled through crunches or starved. She ate her vada pavs and relished her beers.
She was looking at the phone, thinking what to do. I couldn’t help but smile at the situation. I wish she were more communicative. I would have loved knowing what was she thinking when she agreed to come here and what did she think was going to happen when she started taking off her clothes in my living room. The phone started ringing again, and she silenced it again.
“You should pick that up,” I muted the TV, stubbed my cigarette. I sipped my whisky.
She looked at me and answered the phone. She turned away, as she talked with her boyfriend. She had a prominent spine, the small of her back had a ridge. I wanted to run my fingers through it. She didn’t have the juiciest of butts, but it was proportionate with rest of her slender taut body.
She was talking vigorously in Marathi. I caught bits and pieces of it, it didn’t seem like a pleasant conversation. She was trying to explain to him where she was and why she cannot do a video call till late at night. And why she couldn’t pick up the phone in the first ring. I picked up my packet of cigarette again and glanced at the watch. I had so little time to enjoy the half naked girl in front of me.
I got up from the couch, and walked up to her. She was too engrossed in the conversation, to notice me crouch behind her. I did it swiftly, in one go. I held her panty at its waistband and pulled it down. The panty was half way down her legs before she could turn and look at me. She couldn’t say anything, because, as per the conversation she was having with her boyfriend, she was showing an apartment to a family. There’s no way to explain, “Why are you pulling my panty down?” in that scenario.
She squeezed her legs together instead. I squeezed her thighs in return. They were as soft as they looked. I pulled her legs apart, by the thighs. It didn’t take much of that for her to loosen her legs and let the panty fall to her ankles. I pulled at the panty again, and she stepped out of them.
She was telling Ravi that she had to go. But it didn’t seem like he wanted to end the call soon. While still crouching, I squeezed her ass cheeks. They had a hot jiggle to them. She looked back at me, her expression was more anxious than turned on.
I stood up, and reached for her bra clasp. As she felt my fingers against her back, she turned again. She didn’t resist, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it. She turned forward and told her boyfriend that she really had to go. I undid her clasp and slid the bra forward. I took off the bra strap from her left shoulder. The bra hung onto her right shoulder, which was still curved, because of the phone call. I wanted to it off, but I didn’t want to interrupt the call.
I wanted to turn her around and see her naked tits. I reached around, touching her lift nipple. There was a sharp in take of breath, as I held the nipple between my fingers. I felt them get hard in my pinch. I wet my fingers and reached around again, wetting her nipple with my spit.
I held her waist, squeezing it from both sides, caressing her sides, as she kept struggling get off the phone. I wasn’t hard at all. She wasn’t involved in the act. The only piece of clothing on her was the bra, hanging uselessly by her shoulder. She could have let it go any time, all she needed to do was straighten her arm.
I walked back to the couch, sat down and sipped my whisky, checking her out from top to bottom, her naked butt and back. She was standing stiffly, conscious of my gaze, and conscious of the situation she has put herself into. I rubbed my dick through my trousers, as I stared at her naked butt cheeks, imagining all the things I will do the place between it.
When she got off the phone, the first thing she did was let her bra fall on the floor, the same place her panty was. She didn’t turn around, instead gazed at the muted TV, it’s dull visualization. I unmuted the TV, increased the volume just a little.
“Why did you do this sir?” she asked, still looking away. I couldn’t see her hands anymore.
I took a deep breath, and decided to make her drop this ‘shy girl, who doesn’t know what’s happening’ act.
“Your clothes are right here. You can wear them if you want. I wanted to see more of you, which is why I took the last of your clothes,” I paused for a sip, “and I like what I see”
Shreya turned around slowly. She covered her breasts with an arm, and covered her mound with the palm of the other. She took little steps towards me, keeping her thighs pressed. She didn’t meet my eyes. It was when she walked past the puddle of her underwear, not bending over to wear them, that I felt a twitch in my dick.
“The hands don’t cover anything. Take them away” I said firmly.
She looked up, and gingerly took away her hands. It was the first time I saw her naked breasts. They were perky, her nipples were dark, and the areolas were perfect circles. I touched my upper lip with my tongue, out of reflex. I lowered my gaze to the see the other thing she had been covering — her mound. She had a sparse bush, the kind you’d get if you used a scissor instead of a razor. It wasn’t the pussy that I would eat, but it would make grinding against her pubic bone much better.
By the time I looked up to her face, she had lowered her gaze, stood stiff, with her arms by her side, like in the savdhan position.
“Shreya, listen,” I started. She didn’t look up.
“Look at me, I am talking to you” I leaned forward, rested my elbows on my knees.
She raised her eyes. I was looking at her perky tits as I talked to her, “I want to make a few things clear. I like you, I like your body. And this evening, in about 1 and half hours that we have, I want your body to pleasure me”
She opened her mouth to say something, “Yes, you have a boyfriend. I don’t care. I don’t want to be your boyfriend. The first time I saw you, in that flat, I was curious about what inside those loose clothes. That’s all.” I stood up.
“Now that you are here, I want you to loosen up. Do you really want this? Nothing has happened yet, I haven’t touched you much, you haven’t touched me much. We can end this right now, and stay entirely professional.”
I walked up to her, “Or, you can say yes, and let me have you. I want to do a lot of things to you. But I don’t want to do any of that, if you don’t say yes right now”
She was quiet. I was quiet. We were at an impasse. I was still a foot away from her. I would have liked nothing more than to pull her naked body by the waist, and kiss her, to suck on her nipples, to squeeze her ass cheeks and grind her crotch onto mine. But I had to be patient. What I was doing then, was risky. And I have a lot of things to lose, if things went wrong.
“I love —” She started sobbing. She covered her face, and sobbed.
This wasn’t the kind of crying I like from women. I had to try very hard to not show annoyance. All this build-up, only to see this young naked girl in front of me, cry. I took off my tee-shirt, “It’s okay. Take this.”
She didn’t move, and continued crying. Her chest heaved from the sobs, her breasts were doing slight jiggles every time she sobbed hard. I put my hand on her bare shoulder and repeated, “Take this. Wear this and come and sit”
She removed her hands from the face, to see that I was standing bare-chested, with my tee-shirt extended to her. I did that simply for convenience. On her slender frame, my tee shirt would cover a quarter of her thighs. And it would be much quicker and less depressing to see her dress herself again in front of me.
She was looking at my chest as she took the tee shirt. After she put on the tee, I held her by the shoulder and said, “What happened?”
“I am sorry sir,” she said.
“Alright, let’s just sit for some time, have a beer, and then you can go and dress in my room, and leave for home”
“No sir, I don’t want to leave so early”
“Okay, whatever you like. Come,” I wrapped my hand around her shoulder, and sat her down on the couch.
As she sat down, the tee shirt rode up a little, exposing most of her inner thighs. If I could crouch between her legs, I would have a clear view of her slightly bushy pussy. I got her a new beer, and I sat beside her, with our knees touching.
I lit a cigarette, and laid back on the couch. She sipped her beer. We were quiet. I used the time to browse Netflix. I decided to watch Luckiest Girl Alive after Shreya left. I wasn’t in the best of moods, to call Nidhi over, after this flop show.
I was scrolling through Reddit, pinging some Redditors if they would be interested for a Wild Indica interview. I didn’t try to hide my screen, it didn’t take Shreya long to notice all the naked butts and boobs go past my screen.
“Are you watching porn?” She asked, in a matter of fact voice.
I gave her a short summary of what I do as a hobby. I showed her my blog. I didn’t point out that I have been writing about her. She didn’t ask for the address of the blog or my Reddit handle. I showed her my post about u/arora_chef and u/yoursparrowbabe. She asked me if I had ever met them.
“No”
“Will you ever meet them?”
“Probably not” I said, scrolling through Indian NSFW subreddits, trying to find some verified females and couples.
“I am sorry sir” she started again.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to —”
“I came here because I wanted a break from the monotony. I have never done this before.”
I stopped scrolling, my screen had a GIF of a redditor spit-roasted, by two men as her husband recorded them. I looked at her, turned towards her slightly. She had my full attention.
“Ravi was asking me where I was. I couldn’t tell him the truth, I am always truthful, but sometimes it’s all boring”
I patter her shoulder, and said, “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry or do anything that you don’t like”
“No, but I like this. That’s why I was crying”
“What did you like?”
“Undressing in front of you, the way you have been staring at me. It made me feel…”
I rested a hand on her bare thigh, touching the inner side, and gripping it firmly.
“Made you feel what?”
“I don’t know. Excited”
“Oh” I caressed are thigh, “You have been with your boyfriend right? I assumed that since you two have been together so long, you guys must have…”
“Yes, twice, we have”
She wouldn’t say sex.
“Okay… So, when you came in here, what did you think would happen?” I asked, caressing her inner thigh. I was close to her crotch, I knew it because I could feel the heat radiate from her crotch. My wrist was touching the hem of my tee shirt on her. One swift move and I could have touched her pussy.
“I don’t know sir,” she shook her head and sipped her beer.
I inched towards her pussy. She had been with a guy twice, that meant I had a task in hand. I am not accustomed to being with girls who haven’t sucked half a dozen dicks, before my dick finds its way inside them. It made me hard, making it difficult for me to be patient. And her sitting bra-less in my thin cotton tee shirt wasn’t helping the case.
She kept her beer down on the table and was quiet, looking at the distance. I leaned on her, she turned her head towards me, and I went to kiss her lips. Her lips were pursed when I kissed them, I caressed her thigh, kissed her chin, and moved back.
She didn’t move forward or flinched back. I went for a kiss again, this time, holding her face between my hands, with my thumb under her chin. Shreya’s lips rough. I pulled at her chin with my thumb, parting her lips. There was no going back from there.
She let my tongue in, her tongue tasted of beer and chicken, I tightened my grip around her face and kissed her. I moved closer to her. I touched her thigh again, and made my way to her pussy. I ran a finger on the inner thigh, not touching her pussy, but her pubic bone.
When she didn’t flinch, I made my way down to her pussy. I ran my finger across her bush, to find her slit. In was incredible warm down there. She parted her legs a little, to accommodate my palm. It’s always a thrill to touch a new pussy. The texture, the structure are all different.
I pressed my finger on her slit. She was wet. Not just wet, but so wet that I could have slipped right in. I don’t get hard so easily, but touching her wet pussy, made want to take off my pants to give my dick more room to grow.
I broke our kiss and stood up. Her lips were still parted, and wet from with our spit around it. She was looking at me, with a look of ‘what happened’. I pulled my pants down, making a show of my pant getting stuck on my hard dick. When I got my pants down, my dick made an exaggerated bounce. I looked at Shreya, and it was heartening to see her gaze fixed on my dick. I stepped out of my pants and moved towards her.
Shreya had her hands beside her, she was fixed in her place, just staring at my dick. Her nipples were poking through the tee shirt, and with me touching her pussy, the tee shirt had ridden up, exposing all of her thighs, and her bush. I stroked my dick in front of her, not that it needed any stroking.
With my other hand, I took hers and placed it on my dick. Her hand felt cold against my dick. I stroked myself with her fingers curled around my dick. I was dry and needed some of her spit.
“Open your mouth”
“Sir?” she was anxious.
I took a step closer to her, my dick was at her eye level. I lowered myself to align it with her mouth.
“Open your mouth” I repeated.
“Sir, I have never done it”
“There’s a first time for everything”
She parted her lips, barely. My dick touched her lips. She repulsed. I held her head in place, by a clutch of her hair. I pushed in. I felt my dick head hit her teeth. I pulled back, “wider”
Her eyes had widened, she wanted to say something, but she kept quiet and opened her mouth wider. I pushed into her mouth. She let me in, half way, before I hit the back of her throat. I could feel her tongue pulsating on my dick. It would have been unwise to even try to fuck her throat.
I thrust into her mouth a couple of times. I was looking down at her mouth, the way my dick half entered her. She wrinkled her eyebrows, had closed her eyes. From up there, all I could see were my dick entering her mouth, and her bush. I decided to cut the foreplay short.
I left her head. She was catching her breath, when I held her knees and pulled her. I spread her legs apart, prying them open by the knees.
“Sir…” she said, when I swiftly moved my tee shirt above her head, and tucked it behind her beck. Her breasts were out, her legs were open, and my dick was wet. Those are the only things that mattered to me then.
I lowered myself, and rubbed my dick on her bush. I pressed on it till I felt her wet and warm slit. I guided my tip to the slit, and pushed in. I was half an inch, when I looked up. Shreya’s hands were beside her, her tits were out, she had slouched on the couch, when I had pulled her more towards the edge. Her naked ass was hanging pretty much in the air.
Her mouth had slacked open, “Sir” she said. I looked her in the eyes, when I thrust inside her, the full length of mine.
“Ow” she said. I leaned down to kiss her nipple, while keeping myself inside her. I looked down at the little wrinkles of flesh on her slender young waist as I started pounding her.
I closed my eyes, and tried to feel every bit of pressure that her pussy put on my dick. She moaned, saying, ‘sir’ in between her moans. When I opened my eyes, I saw her breasts move with each thrust of mine, helplessly swinging to every pounding her pussy was getting.
Her phone started ringing again, we both glanced over. It was Ravi again. I didn’t stop thrusting inside her as I reached for the phone and handed it to her. As she stared at the screen, I held held on to her thighs and pounded her. The only sounds in the room were than of our thighs hitting each other, of the squelch of her pussy when I entered her. I closed my eyes to give her the privacy to take the call, but my dick was much too invested in her to let her go.
“Sir, the phone —”
“Answer it, else he will keep calling”
Her entire body was moving with me, with each of my thrusts. I had sweat a little my then, I wiped my forehead, and adjusted myself to enter her in a different angle.
“Hello” she said
With each of my thrusts, hear voice quivered, the way it will quiver when you talk while jumping. I didn’t lower my pace, I kept dipping my full length inside her, and coming out. I relied on her phone’s noise cancellation to delete the sounds of our fleshy deed.
She was speaking in Marathi, but from what I could make, she was saying that she’s on a train. It was crowded. She had to take pauses, to avoid missing syllables because of my thrusts.
When she disconnected the phone, I quickened my pace. I glanced at the watch, it had been close to 10 mins that I had been fucking her on the edge of the couch.
“Sir, I have to go” she said, in between my thrusts.
That felt like an insult. I nodded, closed my eyes. I imagined Nidhi as I fucked her. It didn’t take long for me to come close. Nidhi’s breasts on my face, her confident moans, the way she would take my dick all the way down her throat.
When I was about the cum, I opened my eyes, and saw her looking at the phone for time. I pulled out. I pulled her face towards me, held it fixed. It all happened to fast for her to comprehend. I stroked my dick in front of her face, and I came. When my first spurt hit her face, she flinched, and raised her arms to cover her face. But it wasn’t enough to block my second spurt on her face. Most of my cum hit her cheek, and some of it was across her chin. I rubbed my dick head against her palms which she had placed in front of her face for protection.
I stepped back, to admire at the mess on her face. She could go now, she was anyway getting late. I reached for a cigarette and lit it, as Shreya was trying to figure out what to do with the cum on her cheek and chin. Her tits were still out, my tee shirt was still tucked behind her neck. With the cigarette between my lips, I walked over and picked up her underwear lying on the floor. I gave her the panty, “Here, use it.”
“But sir —”
“The longer you wait, the stickier it will get”
She took her panty, and wiped her face with it. She checked the panty, it was stained with my cum. It was admirable that she would be walking with a cum stained panty, sitting on a train, probably talking to her Ravi on the way, with my cum on her panty. My whisky was already done. I walked over the bottle of whisky, still naked, to make a large peg for myself. I checked my phone, Nidhi had sent a text, she wanted to come over for breakfast, which was the code for staying in bed all day. I sent her a heart emoji.
When I turned around, Shreya was clasping her bra. Her panty had a stain on the back, my cum was sitting on a spot on her panty, where her ass-cheeks would have been. If only there were more time, I would have cum on her ass, after doing her from behind. She had left my tee on the sofa. My dick had softened my then, whatever little cum was left behind, had formed a satisfying coat around my foreskin. I noticed a strand of pubic hair on my dick. I was shaved, so, it had to be Shreya’s. I brushed it off.
Once Shreya was dressed, she texted furiously on the phone. She looked back to see me. I was resting against the kitchen counter. She looked at my dick first, and then at me.
“I’ll get going sir”
“Bye”
She walked to the door, looked behind, but I stayed where I was. I wasn’t in a mood to wear my pants. She closed the door behind her.