[sunny21]

sara ali khan janvi kapoor

[Krishan202]

My name is Janhvi Kapoor, age 23.At 19  I was working as a reception at a local gym. because that I get to use the equipment for free. I see a ton of hot ones at the gym.




Every ,onday evenings right after work get busy, everyone trying to work off the damage they did over the weekend. I was  a little frantic checking people in to the gym, when in walks the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. He's at least six feet, built like someone who knows his way around a weight room, piercing blue eyes, and dimples for days. I'm cute, but I don't rate in this guy's league, plus he's way too old for me. He already has a little salt in his dark brown hair. None of that keeps me from flirting.

"Hi there. You're new here."

"I am. My old gym ran a special on memberships and started getting too crowded."

"Lucky us that you'd come here."

"I also heard that the receptionists at this gym were a lot hotter. And from what I'm seeing so far, I'd say that rumor is true."

My cheeks are red, and I'm out of cute retorts.



"I'm Roy, by the way."

"Janhvi."

The line behind him is starting to pile up, so I check some more guests in. Roy sticks around.

"Beautiful name."

"Thank you."

"What does a beautiful girl with a beautiful name do for fun?

"I'm in College, so mostly College stuff—dancinging, yearbook gym."

"You're in College? I would have guessed graduate. How old are you?"

"I turned 19 a little over a month ago."

"We'll have to have a belated celebration."

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with a total stranger to celebrate, but I like his confidence.

"Until then, let me take you to dinner. Are you working tomorrow night?"

"No, I'll have work."

"Come on Janhvi, cut lose a little. We'll have an early dinner, and I'll get you home in plenty of time to get your work done."

He pulls out his phone. "Type in your address. I'll be there are 6:00."

I spend the rest of the evening in a haze, glancing over my shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of Roy working out. He takes off his sweatshirt when he lifts, and his torso and arms are pure muscle. 



On his way out the door, Roy throws me a wink, "See you tomorrow, sexy." I feel a little guilty since I've been dating my classmate Krish, but I've never had anyone call me sexy before. The heat from his wink and his cocky comments crawls between my legs, leaving a warm wet spot on my panties. Krish has never done that for me.


I can't decide what to wear. I finally settle on a red sundress that has ties on the spaghetti straps. It's sexy but not over the top. I put my long hair up in a bun and dab on extra makeup to try to look hot.



Roy shows up on a black motorcycle, which catches me off guard. I've never been on one before. Giving me a little smirk, he tells me to keep my arms and legs wrapped around him, and to lean into the curves. My parents are still at work, so there's no weird introductions.

"Do you like Italian food?" he asks me.

"Love it."

"Perfect. I know a place."

The Italian restaurant is a hole-in-the-wall with seven tables. Roy seems to know all the staff, and the cook comes out to greet us.

He orders a bottle of red wine and pours me a glass. I keep my voice low when I remind him, "I didn't drink"

He gives me another one of his now-infamous winks and assures me, " You can get away with a lot of stuff when you're with me, babe."

I tell him I need to take it slow on the wine because I've never really drunk. But every time I take a sip, he refills my glass nearly to the brim. I'm quickly warm all over and giggling too much at his stories.



When the waitress comes by, Roy tells her to keep the menus, because we already know what we want. We do? He orders for me, and I feel a little miffed and taken care of at the same time.

"She'll have the manicotti, and I'll have the veal."

"Isn't veal bad for the animal? I mean, aren't they mistreated?"

"Babe, any animal we eat is mistreated at some point. It's like a lot of things in life: you've got to learn to just sit back and enjoy it."

Hmm, I think that one over.

"Like the motorcycle. Some people see it as dangerous, but some people like the way it feels between their legs. Did you like how it felt between your legs?"

I'm shocked by his question and not sure if he intended it to sound the way it did. "It was more fun than I would have thought."

"What about the power, the vibration, the way the seat ground into you? Did that turn you on?"

Now I'm blushing, from the wine, or his questions, or both. "I guess so."

"We'll have to do it more often then."



Just then, I'm saved when the plates arrive. He did a great job picking my food, because it is delicious. At one point, when a string of cheese drips onto my chin, Roy reaches over to slide it into my mouth. He lets his finger rest on my tongue a moment longer than it needs to, and I can feel my panties dampen at the intrusion.

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He orders a second bottle of wine like he's ordering a bottle of water. I move beyond tipsy to flat-out drunk. Everything he says is funny and charming. I find myself stroking my chest and playing with my earrings, trying to catch his eye at my femininity.I stumble my way out of the restaurant, with Roy's arm wrapped around me for stability.

"Careful, babe, I think we need to build up your tolerance."

"Yeah, not used to alcohol." I slur.

"We'll just have to do something about that. Help you grow up a little bit."

His motorcycle is parked on the dark side of the building next to the wall. Placing his hands against my hips, he leans me into the wall.

"You're a beautiful woman, Janhvi."



"Thank you." I am beaming inside.

"There are things I want to do to you. Naughty things. Things to make you feel good."

"Like what?"

"Like things I want to surprise you with. I'm going to treat you like a princess f. And then I'm going to show you how good I can make you feel. Sound good?"

"Sounds great." For once, a man who will treat me like a woman, not a College girl.

Roy leans his hips into me. I am tantalized by the feel of his erection pressing against my stomach. He reaches around and grabs my ass, pulling me into him. He brings his lips to mine, a soft but possessive kiss. I am lost in the feeling of his body pressing against mine.



He reaches up with one hand and in a swift motion like a butterfly fluttering over my shoulder unties one of the bows on my spaghetti straps. That side of my dress falls to the side, revealing too much of my breast until I catch the fabric in my hand. His smile turns crooked and he says, "The next time you wear this dress in front of me, both of those straps are going down." He leans over and kisses my shoulder, grabs my hand, and guides me toward the motorcycle.

On the ride home, I pay attention to what he said about the motorcycle putting pressure between my legs, vibrating, making me hungry for him. It is almost too much to bear. When we get home, he kisses my cheek but doesn't walk me to the door.

"Bye, babe, I had fun."



I'm still too drunk to be much of a conversationalist. "Me too."

"You free tomorrow night?"

"I get off work at 7:00."

"I'll pick up you there."

*

I'm on cloud nine and want to tell everyone, but I know I can't. I don't know how old Roy is, but I know he's too old for me. I can't concentrate in college, can't wait for work to be over, can't wait to see him.

He shows up looking delicious in a pair of blue jeans stretched out over his long legs and a forest green t-shirt that does nothing to hide his muscles.

"What are we going to do?" I'm dying to know.

"I know this nice secluded park that has lots of flowers this time of year. I thought we'd pick up some sandwiches and head there for a picnic."

Krish never thought of these romantic things. "Sounds perfect."



We take his bike to the best sub shop in town and order huge chips, and drinks. Again, it's such a small thing, but Roy picking up the tab without batting an eye makes me feel so feminine and taken care of in a way Krish never made me feel.

Roy was right: the park is beautiful, abloom with spring flowers, and absolutely deserted. There's a picnic table under a small cabana where we go for our dinner. Roy practically tosses the sandwiches aside and starts kissing me with intensity and force. His lips are unbridled, his hands unforgiving. I gasp when he takes my breast, then moan when he lays me down on the bench. My legs fall to either side of the bench, and he leans against me, his groin pressed into the V of my jeans. I can't stop my body from responding, my hips from grinding up, my hands from pulling his hips closer into me. His hand is up my shirt, caressing my breasts in a way they've never been caressed before. I can't help but compare him and the only other man I've been with, and Krish falls embarrassingly flat. Krish mauls my breasts and inflicts pain on my nipples. Roy, on the other hand, is tender and sweet, rushing blood across my chest and straight to my vagina which is yearning for him.



It occurs to me that I don't even know how old he is. "How old are you?"

"41."

41? I don't care if he's 61. This man rocks my world. We belong together.

He seems to hesitate, and I try to quell any concern. I cradle his face. "Age is a number. You and me, we fit. We can't let this go just because of a number."

"Sweetheart, I couldn't agree more."

"So you told me we were going to celebrate my 19th birthday, even though it happened before I met you."

"For your belated birthday, you let me wine you and dine you and make you feel good.

You let me give you the most beautiful, sensual birthday gift you've ever had."

The smile on my face is a mile wide. "Deal."



*

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Roy and I spend the weekend at the beach. He brings a couple water bottles filled with rum and Coke. I get buzzed and handsy, giggling at his every silly comment.

We run into the surf. When we're deep enough that no one can see, I wrap my legs around him and grind my pussy into him. He groans and whispers filthy things in my ear. "If you keep acting like a filthy slut, I'm going to fuck you up the ass. You know naughty girls like to fuck their  friends." I'm too drunk to take him seriously. I throw my head back, my hair floating in the ocean water, and laugh like he has said the funniest thing imaginable.



On Sunday, we invite my friend Sara and Roy's friend Bishnu. The guys show up to pick us up in Bishnu's Camaro. Roy and I squeeze in the back while Sara and Bishnu have more room in the front. I'm basically sitting on Roy's lap, his left hand between my legs and his right hand under my ass. Sara looks back a couple times and makes a face: she doesn't approve of our act. Ha! Wait till we get to the beach.

Bishnu tries to put the moves on Sara at the beach. She asks me to walk over to the restroom.



She's all but screaming. "What is up with this? Roy is way too old for you, and Bishnu could be twice my age. Roy won't keep his hands off you, and , you're only 19 years old!"

"Sara, I'm just having fun. Roy is a great guy. So much more a man than Krish ever was. Aren't I allowed to enjoy being treated like a lady for a change?"

"I'm worried about you. These guys are a lot older than we are. You have to wonder why they aren't dating women their own age. This just doesn't feel right to me."

I'm starting to get pissed off by Sara's holier-than-thou attitude. "You know what, Sara, if you don't want to be out with us and have a nice time with some gentlemen, we'll just take you home."



Sara has known me since first grade, and I've never talked to her like this. "Let's just make the best of the rest of the day. Maybe once I get to know Roy and Bishnu better, I'll feel good about the situation."

We buy four ice creams on the way back to the beach. Roy and I basically share ours, nibbling each other's cones and trading licks between kisses. Bishnu tries to follow suit, urging Sara to lick his tongue after every bite. She'd rather bite his tongue than lick it. It's going to be a long day.



Roy and I go to the water, me entwined around him. He asks me what's up with Sara. "I think she just prefers guys her own age."

"Bishnu's a good guy. He can treat her better than any 20-year-old."

"I'm sure, but that's just Sara. How old is Bishnu anyway?"

"He's 44. Most of my friends are older than me. You'll meet Naren. He's my best buddy and he's 50. It's a weird coincidence how it turned out that my friends are older. Like you—your boyfriend is older, and that just kind of happened between us."

It's finally time to celebrate my birthday with Roy! I've been waiting for this day for all my life, and it seems like Roy has too. I tell my parents I'm spending the night with Sara, who reluctantly agrees to cover for me. I plan to spend the night with Roy.



He has the whole evening planned. We head down to the beach for the sunset, glorious pinks and purples washing over the waves. Roy kisses me, a soft, romantic kiss that I could swear means he loves me.

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Then we head back to our little Italian restaurant. As is our habit, we order too much wine, and I drink too much. I tell myself I drink extra so he won't drink too much and drive drunk, but mostly I like the feel of being out of control




Roy puts me on his bike. I focus on the vibration on my clit and his body squeezed around my arms and legs. I could stay like this forever.

We finally get to his place, where I've never been. It's a little run down, which surprises me. But his bed is comfortable, and that's all I care about. He slowly kisses me with my clothes on from head to toes, making me squirm as I'm aching for him to take my clothes off. After what seems like forever, he undresses me as he moves back up my body, pausing to pay extra attention to my inner thighs, my mound, my breasts.



To be continued ................

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[Krishan202]

On his way back up, he spreads my legs to admire my vagina, inhaling my scent and licking my lips. He runs his soft lips and stubbled chin along my slit, the sensation of gentle and rough searing my core. He spears his tongue deep into my hole then puts his entire mouth on my clit, sucking and circling until I'm grabbing the back of his head and begging for more. He pierces my channel with two demanding fingers, plummeting in and out, in and out, till the pressure of his fingers in my hole and his mouth on my clit are more than I can take, and I am screaming and bucking, fucking his face in desperate release. I scream his name, "Roy, yes, now, baby, now," until his face is quivering on me, urging on my orgasm.




As last, he can take no more, and he pulls out his cock. I look down and see it is full of blood, the veins popping out, thick and hungry for release. Fat drops of precum drip off its tip. The only other penis I've seen is Krish's, which was much smaller. I have a momentary panic that Roy won't fit.

I frantically search the bedside table. There's no condom. Why doesn't he have a condom? I should have told him I'm not on the pill. Oh shit.

He takes no time but eases himself into my waiting pussy. He fits, but the initial thrust is invasive, painful, and breath-taking. I grab his headboard to try to pull myself back from him while he pulls out.
He lowers his head to nuzzle my neck. "Oh, baby, you feel so good."

"Roy, it hurts."

"It's ok, it's only because it's the first time. Give it a minute. You'll feel better."

I take a deep breath and try to focus on the pleasure of him filling me up. The breath helps me relax around him, accepting his substantial girth.

"You ready, baby?"

"Yes," I lie.



He thrusts back in, more gently this time, but still shockingly invasive. My pussy cries out in revolt. When he pulls out, it's like sandpaper scbanging against my walls. I exhale again as he pushes back in, and for once it starts to feel good. Pulling out again, his dick rubs against my clit, jolting the pleasure senses across my body. Now I'm starting to feel what all the fuss is about. He pushes back in and drags his pelvis along my clit again. I grab his ass, wrap my legs around his back, and urge him on.

"Don't stop."

"Baby I want to make you come."

"So close, just keep going."

He keeps up his rhythm, dragging along my clit with each push and pull. Suddenly, it's nothing I've ever felt before. My body centers around my vagina, which is contracting to the pulse of his thrusts. My entire body tingles, my legs shiver, my toes contract.



As I am coming down from my orgasm, Roy enters his, shooting hot ropes of cum deep into my unguarded pussy. He thrusts with each release, filling me more and more. I am torn between my fear of pregnancy and the tender closeness I feel toward him at the moment of his vulnerability. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him with a passion I've never felt before. He returns my kisses, tangling his tongue with mine. I am crazy about this man.

Once we have revived from our orgasms, he says, "Got you gift, baby."

"The whole night has been a gift."

"Nah, this is something special."

Roy pulls out the biggest vibrator I've ever seen. He touches my juicy pussy and smiles, "Not going to need any lube for this."

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He takes just the head of the vibrator and circles it on my clit. It's not even on but already feels good. My hole is battered and bruised, but my clit could use some attention.



He turns it on the lowest setting, and already I am out of my mind. I grab the posts of the headboard to balance myself on the bed, thrusting my hips up to create a rhythm with the vibrations. The vibes shoot through my clit, across my belly, and out through my neck and arms.

I hear him click the vibrator a notch higher, and I fly into orbit. I've lost control of my body, my ass bucking into the vibrator with an insistent, almost painful series of thrusts. I lose my grip on the headboard. My body slides down the bed and I push off the pillows to try to chase my release. Roy grabs my sweating chest to still my movement.



He clicks the vibrator to high. My legs start shaking. I'm panting and moaning. He thrusts two fingers inside me, rubbing them at the top of my channel. Between his insistent fingers and the power of the vibrator, I lose all control. Liquid starts squirting out of my pussy, all over Roy's hands, his bed, my inner thighs. I am at once relieved and embarrassed. This must be the "squirting" I've heard about. He is beaming, licking my juices off his fingers and holding his hand out for me to taste myself. I taste of salt, metal, and something uniquely mine.

Roy grins at the pleasure he has given me.

He has another surprise for me. "Wait here, babe, I'll be right back."

I hear him open the refrigerator door. He returns with the sweetest little chocolate cake, just the right size for two people. As I go to stick my finger in the icing, I notice a pretty gold chain dbangd across the middle of the cake. "Is this for me?"

"Who else, silly?"

"You didn't have to."

"Of course I did. A special gift for a special girl."

I throw my arms around him; he makes me so happy. He clasps the chain around my neck; it looks perfect.

He whispers in my ear, "Someday I'm going to come all over that pretty little chain."



I'm hot again just with the idea of him taking me like that.

We scoop gobs of cake off the plate and feed each other, laying further waste to the wet bed sheets.

He brings me home on his motorcycle. The vibrations of the machine send achy tingles through my battered pussy. I have him drop me off at the end of the block so my parents won't hear its loud engine in the driveway. He gives me a passionate kiss. "Happy belated birthday, baby. I hope it's a memorable one."

I'm in love.



To be continued......

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Part 3: THE FAIR


Roy invites me to go outing. I love going out on "real" dates with him; it makes me feel so desirable.

He's a guy's guy and likes to play the games. "I'm pretty decent at shooting the hoops. Want to play with me?"

"No, I'll just watch."

He swishes the first one, but the second bounces off the rim. For the first time, I see Roy's temper. "Goddammit, rigged rim."

I try to soothe him. "You got this, babe."



He makes all the next shots, forks over more money and makes those too. The next thing I know, we're walking away with a giant teddy bear that he won and gave to me. It's such a silly thing, but I feel proud of my man.

We wouldn't miss the giant Ferris wheel. We get a car to ourselves. We spend the entire ride ignoring the beautiful sites of the city and taking turns nibbling each other's lips and sucking each other's tongues. His tongue on mine reminds me of his mouth on my clit, and I am eager to get back to his place.

Roy points out that balancing the giant teddy bear on the motorcycle is going to be tricky. On the way out of the park, he hands the bear to a little girl who is smaller than it is. My hearts swells at the vision of what a kind man he is.

We barely make it into his apartment before we're groping each other and tearing off our clothes. Roy scoops me up over his shoulder and throws me on his bed.



"Going to fuck the shit out of you."

I'm hoping he's exaggerating but agree anyway. "Please do."

He spreads my legs to make room for his broad shoulders. His mouth is all over my pussy, his stubble scbanging at me and his teeth gnawing on my clit. It is too much, too fast, and I try to slow his assault by closing my legs. He pins my legs open, so far that I feel my muscles stretch uncomfortably. I can almost feel bruises form where his fingers dig into my inner thighs. He holds me down with one arm and jabs two fingers into me—they are rough and dry. My channel stretches and aches with their intrusion.

Finally, Roy moves his head from my vagina, skirting back up my body. He gropes my breasts along the way and twists my nipples until I cry out. I can't understand why he's being so rough. But I trust he will be gentler at lovemaking, like he was last time.



He positions his cockhead at my hole. Then, with no warning, he rams himself in, battering me and making me scream in pain. My head goes flying into the headboard, against which I try to brace myself with my hands. It's only later that I recognize the signs and realize that Roy is already about to come. He starts pushing into me harder and faster, his need searching for release in my unprotected pussy. After what seems an eternity of growling and pounding, he lets loose with hot jets of cum that I feel warming my cervix and filling my channel.



He pulls out and laughs when he sees his seed coating his shaft and oozing out of me. I just hope that's all of it. I pray I don't get pregnant. I have got to find a way to get on the pill, regardless of my parents' refusal to help me do so.

"How'd you like being fucked?"

"It was rougher than last time."

"Don't worry, I've got you. We just had a little more fun tonight."

I'm confused. If that was supposed to be fun, why didn't it feel like fun?



Something shifts. Roy wants to spend more and more time at his place, going out less and less for picnics, swims in the ocean, and Italian food. In a word, he wants to fuck.

Roy is not a gentle lover, but I have little other experience, so I have nothing else to go on.

His favorite position is doggie style. He takes me hard from behind, pounding my head toward the headboard. I have to cushion my head so I don't have marks from the headboard all over my forehead. He spreads my ass cheeks until they feel like they're being ripped in two, then slides himself into my hole, groaning as he goes.



"Do you like this, do you like being fucked by an older man?"

"Yes."

"Are you a little slut?"

"No."

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"You're my little slut, huh?" And he laughs.

I hate it when he talks that way, but it seems to turn him on. I can feel his cock getting harder and bigger, his balls slapping with more force against my ass, when he uses crude language. I want to please him, and what's the harm in a little dirty talk?

One night when he's on top of me doggie style, he sticks his finger in my asshole. I'm so shocked I can't speak.



"Are you a virgin here, baby?"

"Do you mean have I had sex there?"

"Yeah, are you an anal virgin?"

"Yes."

"We're going to have to do something about that."

"What?"

"Yeah. You'll love it. And more importantly, I'm going to love to be in that tight little hole."

He starts to pound me with greater force. "Fuck, babe, you turn me on. Tight little pussy. Want to take that tight little ass."




He still refuses to wear condoms but pulls out whenever he remembers. This time he pulls out and shoves the tip of his head into my asshole, shooting his cum into me. It hurts, bringing tears to my eyes, but I try to act like it's no big deal.

"Fuck, babe. That was hot."

He sits back and watches his cum drip out of me.

He takes a fingerful and brings it to my lips. "Here, babe, taste my cum from your ass." I want to say "no" but haven't learned to turn him down on anything yet. Tentatively I stick out my tongue. I taste his warm, salty cream mixed with something more primal—my ass. I want to vomit.



I just want to go home. On the ride home that night, my anus hurts, just from the slight pressure of him coming in me.

Part 4: THE BATHROOM

One evening, we're sitting on Roy's sofa watching a game when some of his buddies show up. Naren and Bishnu are his best friends and seem to always be around. They plop on chairs on either side of the sofa. As the game is getting going, a new guy, Chris, shows up and scoots next to me on the sofa. He seems like a nice enough guy, not a lot different from Naren and Bishnu.



Roy and I have been drinking on and off all day, so I'm already buzzing from too many beers. Naren passes around another round. Roy grabs two and pops the top for me.

"Hon, this is my last one."

"Don't be a party pooper, we're just getting going."

"We've been getting going all day. I need to slow down."

"Have a beer, relax. The security officer aren't coming by."

Roy cuddles up with me on the sofa. I'm self-conscious about the other guys being there, especially Chris right next to me, but no one seems to notice.

After a while, Roy hands me my second beer. I'm starting not to care about how many I drink. It feels good; I feel warm and tingly all over. There's conversation going on around me, about the game, about random stuff, but I'm focused on how good Roy feels next to me. For once, he's not plowing into me, just holding me and making me feel taken care of.



After my third beer, I need to use the bathroom. I have a hard time standing, so Roy follows me. I open the door when I'm done, and he's still waiting for me. He pushes me back inside and locks the door behind us. He sits on the toilet. I'm woozy and leaning back against the sink. He grins up at me and pulls my shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. For the first time I notice his cock is already out, pushing hard and straight toward the ceiling, red and throbbing with need.



"Straddle me," he instructs. My legs are wobbly as I squat down on him, my arms wrapped around his neck to keep my balance. I'm not wet, but he doesn't wait. He pulls my hips onto him, impaling my dry pussy with his large cock. When I start to scream, he covers my mouth with his hand, forcing red fingerprints across my cheek.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. Just take it."

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I am stunned but too drunk to fight back. He has never treated me like this.

He lifts my hips then drops them back on his cock. Lift, drop, lift, drop. Then he holds my hips up and pounds me with his strength from below, slamming his cock up in painful thrusts. I shut my eyes so he won't see the tears gathering there. I feel like I'm being torn open from the outside in. He's too big to take me like this without any lubrication, any wetness at all. My head falls back on my shoulders, I open my eyes, and the ceiling tilts above me. Wave after wave of nausea overcome me.



"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. Tight little pussy."

His thrusts come harder and faster, grinding with greater pain against my swollen lips. His fingers pinch into my hips as he thrusts up to penetrate me.

"Squeeze that little pussy for me, squeeze it tight." I do as he commands. I'll do anything to make it end. The tighter I get, the crazier he goes.

"Fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah." He sticks me one last time with his cock, slamming himself into me and holding my hips firm against his shaft. I feel the cum jet out of him, spewing into my chamber, with no care that we could be making another life as he takes me with no tenderness or love.



When he is done, he hands me a wad of toilet paper to clean myself off. He kisses me, "Babe, that was fabulous. Such a good lay."

Part 5: THE SOFA

We return to the living room. I'm swerving and trying to maintain focus. I catch Naren's eye; he gives me a knowing look and makes a point of gazing at my crotch. What is he thinking? Why is he looking at me like that? At that moment, I feel like nothing but a whore.



I sit back on the sofa between Roy and Chris. Roy tosses one possessive arm around my shoulder and the other hand across my bare leg, just inches from my crotch. Chris looks down and grins. They all know that Roy has just fucked me in the bathroom, and I am his whore.

Naren is the first to acknowledge me. "Hey, Janhvi, how about joining us in a shot?"

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"C'mon, join the party," he insists. Maybe if I have one shot these horrible feelings will go away.

He passes me something I've never tasted before. I shoot it back and feel the hot sting pour down my throat. Naren has always made me uncomfortable, and he doesn't disappoint this time. He comes over, pushes my hair aside, and kisses my neck. "Good girl."



Bishnu's next. "Just one more, for me this time." Maybe if I do one more they'll leave me alone. I take the shot from Bishnu, throw it back, and my throat warms to the pain. The guys are all grins.

Chris laughs. "You're not getting off that easy; you owe me one." What's the harm of one more? One more shot and I won't remember how he treated me in the bathroom. I take the shot Chris passes me and figure I'm done.

Roy nuzzles my ear and whispers, "Just one more for me, baby. I want to feel you get loose." I'm already loose, but I don't tell him that. All the guys join me in this shot, and we shoot them back at the same time. I am dizzy and struggling to keep my head on my neck.

Roy wastes no time slipping his hand into my shorts. I am wet with his sperm. He scoops it in his fingers and drags it to my mouth for me to taste. I look around at the other men, hoping none of them have seen.



Roy brings his hand back inside my shorts, where he massages my clit with his thumb and shoves his long fingers into my hole. I am now turned on from his fingers and the alcohol. I can't resist the pressure. I see Chris out of the corner of my eye; he is staring at us. I no longer care. I let out a moan, accidentally catching Naren's and Bishnu's attention. They look over at Roy's hand between my legs and grin.

Naren licks his lips and grabs his crotch. "That looks pretty good man. Why don't you show us that pretty pussy?"

Roy mumbles in my ear, "Going to pull down your shorts now, baby, make you feel even better." Somewhere in the back of my alcohol-addled brain I am embarrassed, but the shots have made me helpless to stop him.

Chris helps Roy lift my ass up to pull my shorts off. I am wet and creamy. I touch myself, and my clit is instantly poking out of its hood, begging for stimulation.



Naren has his dick out of his shorts and Bishnu and Chris are close behind.

Naren leans in closer. "Oh, fuck, man, that's one beautiful pussy."

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Roy starts rubbing my clit harder. I'm spreading my legs, no care to who is watching. I throw my head back and push my hips into his hand.

Bishnu whispers, "That's right, sweetheart, come for us." I look up and see him whacking away at his dick. Naren and Chris are jacking off with painful vigor.



Roy moves his thumb, positioning it just where I need it, and I lose control, panting and screaming and begging him not to stop. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard." As I start to come back down, there are four penises around my face—Chris, Naren, and Bishnu have all come up to me, jacking their dicks, and they take turns coming on my face. "Lick it clean for me," Naren demands as he shoves his cockhead in my mouth. Roy holds my mouth open and shoots his load straight down my throat. I am shocked and turned on at the same time. I did not see this afternoon going this way. But I am too drunk to stop them, too drunk to care. I am a whore, fully turned on, and I deserve to be treated like one.



Part 6: SHOTS

When Roy drops me off at home, I am still drunk. The top of my shirt is stained with cum. My vagina hurts from Roy's assaults. I scurry to my bedroom before my parents can see me and sense my shame.

Roy waits a couple days to text me. I panic because I think he's done with me. I would do anything to keep that man. When he finally texts me, I agree to go hang out at his house. I beg Sara to cover for me in case he invites me to spend the night.



We order a pizza and have some beers. It's always beer with him.

A game is about to start, so his friends show up. This time, Chris brings his buddy Jack. It's five guys and me; I'm feeling outnumbered.

Naren brings out the Jägermeister and everyone starts taking shots. It feels like they're egging me on to take extra shots, but we're doing so many so quickly that it's hard to say. I'm getting dizzy, and my head is starting to ache. I tell Roy that I want to go home. He kisses me and tells me I'll get feeling better soon. He rubs one of my breasts. I feel someone rub my crotch; it can't be Roy because his hands are behind my back and on my breast. Everything is confusing. The room is starting to spin.

I don't remember anything until I'm in Roy's shower the next morning and find little bruises along my legs.



"Roy, do you know where these bruises came from?"

"You were a wildcat last night, babe."

"A wildcat?"

"Yeah. Do you want to see something really hot?"

"What's that?"

"You've watched porn before, right?"

I'm horrified that he would even ask. "No, never."

"Baby, you're missing out."

"Why would I want to see that?"

"For one, it's hot. Second, it'll give us ideas of cool shit to do together."

I'm still not sold on it, but I want to make Roy happy. "Ok, I'll try it."

Roy puts on a video. I immediately want to vomit.

The video shows me lying naked on Roy's coffee table. It was clearly taken after all the shots yesterday, and I don't remember any of it. My eyes are shut and my head falls haphazardly from side to side. I lack all control over my body.



Naren is screwing me while Roy, Bishnu, Chris, and Jack stand around me, all naked, all stroking their dicks. Naren stops plowing into me, lets out a loud bellow, then slaps my hip and pulls out. And enormous wad of cum slips out with his dick, plopping onto the carpet. There was a ton of cum in me. At the time this video was made, they had already been fucking me for a while.

Naren literally tags Jack, who moves over to slide his dick in me. "She's so wet," he groans. He pumps me hard and fast, then pulls his dick out to cum on my mound. It shoots all over my belly, droplets flying as far as my breasts.



Jack tags Chris, who looks frighteningly big. He shoves his giant cock in, and I see myself stretch to accommodate him. He slams into me again and again, pulling my pussy lips apart and pushing the others' cum out of my chamber. Finally, he comes with a loud burst emanating from his gut. He withdraws his cock and wipes it clean on my inner thigh.

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Bishnu positions himself between my legs for his turn. He shifts my hips up, allowing him deeper access to my gaping hole. He thrusts hard and ruthlessly. Even in my blacked-out state, I cry out in pain. He must be piercing my back wall. At last he comes, adding his seed to that of his buddies.



When he pulls out, the cum starts dripping again. All the guys look over, grinning at the mess they have made.

Naren wonders, "You think she'll remember any of this tomorrow?"

Roy assures them. "No way man, she's too fucked up."

"Well shit," Naren complains, "She should have the pleasure of knowing how good and fucked she was."

"Don't worry man, I'll show her the video."

Roy takes another turn at me. I can tell from the look on his face that this is not his first time to fuck me that night. It is not the first time any of them fucked me that night. Roy grabs my legs by the knees and pushes them into my chest. He shoves his dick into me and pumps hard and fast. The video highlights his balls slapping off my ass. He starts to grunt and groan—grunting and groaning that I know all too well from when I thought we were making love. His abs tense up, his chest and arm muscles swell, and he comes inside me with all his force. He smiles and slaps his dick against my vagina. "Fuck, that's one sweet pussy." I feel faint watching him treat me that way.



Chris agrees. "No shit man, even when she's passed out."

Stroking his dick again, Roy takes over. "Let's get this coordinated and come on her face." The other guys are already jacking themselves and are on board.

They circle my head, stroking their dicks like men who have already come a couple times. The video shows them each coming in me once, but I can tell from the amount of cum seeping out of my pussy and the force with which they're stroking their dicks that they fucked me more than that. I am sick to my stomach.

On the video, Roy reaches over to my mouth and spreads my lips open. "Something to aim for." Naren comes first, missing my mouth entirely but splattering his seed across my eyes and nose. Chris and Bishnu come in unison, Chris filling my mouth with his cum and Bishnu spewing all over the pretty gold necklace Roy gave me. Jack leans down and shoves his dick straight into my mouth, coming as deep as he can get it. Last, Roy lets it fly all over my face. He then picks up my hand and rubs the cum all over my breasts and my face, laughing as he creams me up.



Naren walks away from the eye of the camera, presumably to shut it off. The screen goes blank.

I look at Roy, who has a big grin on his face. He thinks this is funny. Or sexy.

My pussy liquifies as I watch the video. In an inexplicable way, I am turned on by the video, and I can't understand why.



Part : FAKE ID

I stop dating Roy because of what he and his buddies did to me. Despite all that, I'm ashamed to admit that I miss him and that I'm turned on by the thought of what they did.

Sara and I get fake IDs and go to Aventura nighclub one Friday night. We're sitting at the bar when I see the most gorgeous specimen of a man ever. Jet black hair, square jaw, piercing blue eyes, muscles for days. He says his name is Mark. His buddy chats with Sara, but Mark is 100% devoted to me, his eyes never leaving me.

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Mark is a perfect gentleman, exclaiming over how beautiful I am. He makes me feel pretty and desirable, something I need after the horrible incident with Roy.

Mark buys me several drinks. I flirt with him more than I intend, putting my hand on his thigh and tickling his chest with my fingertips when he makes me laugh. Everything seems to make me laugh. I think I'm getting drunk.

Mark puts his arm around me possessively. He leans down to whisper something in my ear. When I tilt my head up to tell him I didn't hear him, he kisses me full on the lips, a warm but demanding kiss. I could lose myself in this man.



He wraps one arm around the back of my stool and the other along my waist. He puts his knee between mine, spreading my legs and pulling me toward him.

"I could really learn to like you," he warns me.

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I smile and flirt back. "I could learn to like you too."

He kisses me again, more suggestive and more insistent. His tongue finds mind; he sucks it in, showing me what he plans to do with my clit. I am instantly wet and squirming on my bar stool.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asks.

I hesitate; I need to tell Sara.

"Don't worry about your friend, she's wrapped up with my buddy." Sure enough, I look over and Sara is being groped by Mark's friend. Sara has good judgment. I'm not feeling so trampy anymore.

"Let's go," I say.



Back at his apartment, Mark puts on some slow music. We sit on his sofa and make out until our lips chap and our mouths ache. He fondles my breasts and teases my nipples through my bra. I am pouring hungry juice into my panties.

Finally, he starts undressing me in his living room. My breasts ache for his mouth and my pussy craves his cock. He takes my clothes off slowly and deliberately, one item at a time, folding each piece as he goes. He doesn't seem like a neat freak. I think he just likes to tease me.

I finally give up waiting, plop down on the sofa, and start fingering myself.

He brushes my hand aside. "I don't think so, horny girl. That pussy is for me."



"Then you had better take care of her, because she's starving."

He clearly doesn't like a sassy girl, because he reaches down and slaps me square on my pussy.

"Ow!"

"Be a good girl, or I'll spank you harder."

"I wasn't trying to be bad, I just need some attention."

"I'm about to give you the attention you want."

I make the mistake of smarting off again. "Other guys at the gym were ready to give me attention."

In a lightening move, Mark flips me over, shoving me into the sofa stomach-first, my face mashed into a throw pillow. Whap, whap, whap, whap! He slaps my ass with all his force. I'm crying hot tears of pain and rage.



I start kicking my legs and trying to push up from the sofa. "Stop it! Stop!"

He lets me flip myself over then grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.

Mark carries me into his bedroom and tosses me onto his bed. I am wildly turned on by the way he throws me around and dominates me.

He grabs my legs and pulls me to him, spreading me apart at the knees to make room for his shoulders. I try to sit up, but he pushes me down with one forceful hand in the middle of my chest.

"I'm going to fuck you now. You can relax and enjoy it, or you can fight me, which would be a lot of fun. The choice is yours."

And with that, he buries his face between my legs. His tongue is wet and probing, his fingers unforgiving. He laps me with powerful, teasing strokes of his tongue, while rubbing my G-spot with his strong fingers. I come unglued, bucking my hips into his face and holding the sides of his head with my inner thighs. I grab his fingers and push them deeper into me. He takes my cue and starts thrusting them in and out, harder and harder. I come again, a screaming-O that rattles my spine and shatters my skull. As I come back down, he's already climbing onto me, "My turn, sweet girl."



He sits on my chest, parts my lips with his fingers, and pushes himself inside me. He is full and hard. His precum drips on my tongue. "Take it. Fuck that cock all the way down."

He pulls my head back by my hair so he can get his cock in deeper. I'm coughing and gagging around him, and that just makes him love it more. I'm struggling to breathe, sputtering and choking around his cock as he shoves it in and out and grinds it in circles with his hips. I can feel my cheeks swell out each time his hips thrust to either side. It only turns me on more.

I feel his balls tighten. He's close to coming. He yanks his dick out of my mouth and squeezes his base. He doesn't want to come yet. He's not done with me.



He slides down my body, lining his head up with my hole. Shit, not yet.

"Stop, we need a condom."

He's beyond caring. He hooks his arms under my knees and impales me in one sharp thrust.

His chest is a wall against which I cannot beat my firsts hard enough. His hips thwart my efforts to buck him off. His ass is impervious to the kicks from my heels. I finally try to bite his hand, and he slaps me in the face.

I start crying. "Please, stop. I'm not on the pill."

This seems to excite him even more, and he starts thrusting hard, his heavy balls slamming against my virgin asshole, the tip of his dick ramming my cervix with every shove.



He whispers terrible things in my ears, all while he's pounding into me, "Do you like that? You want to fuck an older man? You want to fuck a bunch of older men? Is that what you want?"

"No, I just want you off me. Please."

"Beg me."

"What?"

"Beg me to fuck you."

"Oh God, no."

"You beg, I stop."

"Ok. Please fuck me."

"What else?"

"Fuck me hard. Fuck me with your big cock."

"More."

"Fuck it hard. Fuck my little pussy. I need your big cock to fill up my little pussy so tight."

That's just what he needs. His balls pull up, his shaft fills out, and he comes inside my unprotected hole.



"Fuck, babe, that was amazing."

When he starts to roll off me, I try to push him away. Maybe I can get to the bathroom in time and pee his seed out.

He grabs my wrist. "Nuh-uh-uh. Where do you think you're going?"

"Bathroom."