Hi, My name is Raashi and I am 23 years old from Mumbai. I was always intrigued by the Lower society guys, somehow they bring out the raw dark side out of me. I am a lone child of my parents, pampered and brought up in a very controlled environment. This is true that the more your parents control you the more rebellious you become and this is true for me too. I have had plenty of encounters with many hot guys and now I am dating a very hot handsome guy. However that urge to do with a low society guy was always exciting and part of my many masturbating experiences.
Everything was fine till one day I read a post on whisper
that said “any girl with a fantasy to do with their driver / security /
servant” it really intrigued me and since it was an anonymous platform I said
let’s chat with him and see what he has to say.
So I connected with this random user and got chatting with
him. He encouraged me to follow my fantasy and was also of the opinion that a
fantasy is something that can be formalised and need not be just a fantasy or a
dream. He guided me and led me to this beautiful liaison which I have enjoyed
and am thankful to him.
Just to give a backstory. I was 14 years old when a very old
servant in our house handed over a 10 year old child to my parents as he was an
orphan and these old people were unable to take care of him.
My parents tried to put him in a school and put him on the
right path instead of just wasting his life. However he was not interested in
it and after much discussion with his grandparents and pleading by them my
parents let him stay and work at our place.
Moving back to the current day, he is 19 and me 23, there is
a huge difference between us, obviously one being that he evolved differently
at our place and me differently. I have been having sexual encounters with many
guys at my schhol and college and have a steady guy who is little more than a
FWB. Suyash, the help at home, has
become a decent looking guy, but somehow I always look down on him as he is
servant I around the house and does not deserve much of my attention.
As I am in my peaks where sexual thought keep running all
over me, I am active with my friends but
at times, when I get horny or my hormones run a mock and have to depend
on self pleasure, I think about doing with my driver, or our security guards or
the milkman, all these thoughts help me to masturbate and relax. It’s strange
that none of my exes or my fwb or my friends form part of this horny thoughts.
Then one day, I happened to enter Suyash’s room searching
for few things, and he was changing. My jaws dropped. The nude Suyash was, if
not better, but as good as any of my partners. He had a well chiseled body,
nice abs, with poky nipples, as my eyes travelled below I could see his cock…
oh my God! It was hard, erect and huge and literally definitely an angle higher
than 90 degrees. I could not believe my eyes that Suyash would be hiding
something like this behind his clothes.
I was shocked and quickly ran out of his room, I am not
aware if he saw or not… I like to believe he did not, as nothing much happened
or talked about after that. However a strange thing happened, Suyash was the
man in my dreams for all those Days when I had to masturbate with low class people.
It simply did not realise to me that there was a guy, the one I saw in my
fantasy right inside my house. There was a lot of friction when I saw him at
the house, I could only see the nude him showing off his huge cock , omg… GOD ,
I wanted it sooo bad. And then I realise he is just a servant around the house
and good only for my horny thoughts.
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THE INITIATION
It was one of those days, when you are fed up, tired and nothing seems good and you just want to be left alone and be to yourself. A time when strange thoughts fleet your mind and you just want to soar.
Today, was one of those days, I decided to get on Whisper and check the posts, it was a good pass time and always made me feel a bit horny and relaxed. Going through the posts I came across one “any girl with a fantasy of doing it with their driver, security guard or servant”, immediately I felt my whole body tense and could feel my pelvic muscle tighten. This was like someone was reading my thoughts and put exactly what was going through my mind. I decided to ping him, as the app is anonymous I opened up to him and bared all my thoughts to him. He seemed to be super happy that he found connect to his post. We exchanged few texts and he guided me how to go about my fantasy.
I heard him , yes and he convinced me to go through it and I logged off. I was excited and super horny by the way he described it, it seemed super easy and achievable, but I was more worried about what after that. If I liked what happened then it could become a daily affair as he was near and very easily accessible. If he liked what happened, he could black mail to gain more out of him. My mind was rushing and gushing with all these thoughts scared and finding way and means how to avoid it, but my pussy, it seemed to have a mind of its own, it was salivating with hunger and releasing juices pushing me to go for it.
My house is a duplex with the lower floor housing my bed room, Suyash’s room just next door, a living room, kitchen and the dining. My parents are on the upper floor, a guest room and the terrace. The timing was also in our favour as my parents were travelling out of town for the next three days with just me, Suyash and temporary servants who had a fixed time to be in the house.
At night I usually wear just my T-shirt and shorts to sleep, so just as instructed by my online tutor, I wore the t-shirt without my bra and my shorts without my panties and walked towards the kitchen. My heart was beating very fast, I seemed to be totally under my pussy’s control. As I walked past his room, I knocked at his door and rushed to the kitchen. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I grabbed the glass and started filling it with water, I was facing away fro the entrance door with my back facing the door and I could sense him following me and saw his reflection on the shiny shutters of the cabinet. After drinking the water, I pulled up my t-shirt just enough so that my boobs were out. My bare fair back was easily visible to him. Next I lowered my shorts a bit just so that the upper part of my ass was visible. I pushed my hands inside my shorts and touched my wet pussy lips. It was anticipating a lot and was soaking wet. I caressed the lips with one finger and moaned…. I don’t know why but I moaned … ssuuuuuyyaaaasssshhh. I slowly started rubbing both my lips in a clockwise direction changing my pace from slow to fast. Then next started pinching my clit and moaning his name intermittently. My pussy was overjoyed with pleasure and juices started flowing down my thighs and fell on the floor. Rubbing and pinching of the lips and the clit continued with me licking my fingers tasting myself and moaning his name. After about few minutes which seemed like an eon, finally my pussy relented and orgasmed and I gave one final moan calling out his name.. “Suyash fuck me with your big cock”. I felt happy and satisfied and pulled up my shorts and turned around. I could see Suyash staring at me and smiling. My boobs were fully exposed dangling with poky nipples all erect. I immediately pulled my t shirt but was stuck to the place as if the cat was caught stealing the milk (in my case, pussy milking herself) He asked my didi kya ho Raha tha? Aap chut ragad rahi thi? Who bhi mere naam pe? I was shocked and scared, I know I know I wanted all this and he to grab me and start fucking rough and wild, but I was scared that time, my heart was beating fast and I just ran to my room… the run of shame.
I rushed to my room and had to re-pure myself of all the dirty thoughts that I had of Suyash and the deed that I had just committed that too giving him a full show. I had to call up my boy-friend, talk to him and sext with him. We had a VC and we both cum to each other, however the feeling of releasing now was nothing compared to the release that I just had in the kitchen. I pushed my head inside the pillow and just went to sleep, rwith the feeling that I had redeemed myself by doing it with a classier man.
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