ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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[Rahulkarnv]

Awesome update bhai
Aatma trapt ho gayi
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Bhai aapka admirer ho gaya hu how simply you are writing...
Kindly keep posting regularly  v all r enjoying some of readers are not replying which is not a good sign but I request you to update regularly pls...

[northernlites17]

This is an old Story Abtak 56 Story of a Promiscuous Male, it ended abruptly when the writer was describing a sardar lady in his Apartment complex a few floors above him, and another girl (neighbor) of that lady was to enter when he was with her..

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This is an old Story Abtak 56 Story of a Promiscuous Male, it ended abruptly when the writer was describing a sardar lady in his Apartment complex a few floors above him, and another girl (neighbor) of that lady was to enter when he was with her..

yes..but that time it was ab tak 39....3 more additions have been made thereafter...so enjoy and have fun

[northernlites17]

Awesome!! Very curious to see how you took the sardarni and the young gal together...Did you manage to get the gals mommy too?

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Friends , I am starting my story from the time I left that small town in Haryana. Hope you would enjoy and continue patronage of this thread intact.

Neighbouress Bihari Bhabhi

I left that small town and my three lasses and joined the MBA College in a B class town in North India. Luckily for me, I got full fee waiver because of my marks and financial position. I had saved some money from my previous jobs and the same was the basis for me to pay my hostel dues. But this also meant that I was left with no money for paying my day to day expenses. So in that college when boys and girls mingled after classes, I went working on odd jobs till I got a job as a salesman in a big garments showroom in men section. For the first time in my life, I had some inferiority complex. All students in my class except me came from middle or upper middle class families. I was almost a social outcast. Money being one part, I never participated in any group functions, parties etc rather I went working.

The town was alien to me and I knew no one there. My luck with girls were also not working except that I tried leching on salesgirls working in the ladies section of the same store. But then the same problem which plagues many a young people, lack of spaces to go and fuck. In two years of my MBA, I was not able to get even a single blowjob let alone fuck any girl.

Also, my grades in MBA were also not so great and I failed to get any job through campus placements. I was a loner who drank almost every night. Studied as hard as I could and just survived those two years. In between my mother expired and in immediate family, I was left with a father who had serious neurological disorders.

With this baggage and without any job, I landed in Delhi. Rented a place in west Delhi where rents were less. My accommodation was a one room + one bathroom + one kitchen on the illegally built third floor of a small house. On the ground and first floor lived the landlord and on second floor lived a Bihari family which consisted of husband wife and two college going daughters of 5 and 7 years. From the very first day, I started calling this couple Bhaiya and Bhabhi. Bhabhi was in early thirties as per my estimation, which I later found was wrong and she was just 26.

All floors except my floor had two rooms on one side. Bathroom adjacent to one of the rooms and kitchen on the opposite side of the rooms. Rest of the space was taken by stairs and a door to enter each floor. The space between the bedroom and kitchen was open and floors of first second and third floor had a iron grill on the larger part of this part of the floor for light to come in.

Within 3 days of landing in Delhi, I found a job of selling advertising in newspapers. Money was tight but still I was used to drinking almost every night. Summers meant that I started borrowing ice from the Bihari Bhabhi. her husband used to leave house early morning around 7AM and used to come back by 6PM. He worked in a factory from 8AM to 4PM. I daily invited this man for a drink, but he mostly denied. Whereas I used to work till late evening and then drink and thus used to leave house rarely before 10. Field jobs do provide such kind of luxuries to salesmen.

There was a milkman who used to deliver milk every day to each floor. I also started taking one packet of Half KG Mother Dairy milk from him. His style of delivery was simple, he would place the polypacks on the door, knock the doors and leave. But as I used to sleep late and mostly drunk, I started missing his knocks. A cat found an easy way to get milk and suddenly my milk pouch started getting torn by the claws of the cat, who licked some milk and spilled rest.

On probably my seventh day in Delhi, Bhabhi suggested that she would collect the milk on my behalf too and thus every morning routine was to drag down weary eyed to the second floor, knock, collect milk and come up and make myself a cup of tea. Bhabhi everyday would ask me "Chai Bana doon" (Shall I prepare tea for you) and I declined everyday.

Now picture this, Bhabhi was tall and had long hair which came till below her hips. Though in my dreams I would like to compare her to Shweta Tiwari, but except the height and long hair, she was less than average looking. She had a fullsome body with perfect melons and protruding bum out of her Saree. And she used to wear Saree only on all occasions. And I used to sleep without underwear in shorts. Men would be aware about morning erection, so that usually made some tent in my shorts. I was oblivious to this fact, when one day, I saw Bhabhi eyeing that tent in my shorts while I was taking milk pouch from her. It was probably only the fourth day when she had collected milk on my behalf.

By next morning the morning erection stiffened at the prospect of someone looking at it. I made sure that what I felt was true. She was definitely eyeing it.

My dirty mind was in overdrive. I was without sex for more than two years. And I felt like tearing into her. However, something stopped me.

I formed a plan to enter her house next morning when she offered me tea and then see how things proceed further. And optimist that I am I also bought condoms in the evening while coming back from work.

So, the next morning, I went to pee before I went down. Still with anticipation the cock was stiff. I went with the same plan of entering her house, if she asked me for tea. Bhabhi as usual asked me,

"Chai Bana doon" (Shall I make tea?)

and I responded "Bana do Bhabhi, aaj bahut sir dard ho raha hai" (Bhabhi please do make some tea, I ma having a terrible hangover).

To this Bhabhi shifted a side and allowed me to enter the house and said, "Bhaiya, kam piya kar." (Bhaiya, please drink less)

I said, "Bhabhi ab to aapki devraani hi aakar chudwaayegi (Now only your co-sister would get rid of this habit of mine).

She said, "To ab aapko meri devraani bhi chahiye" (Oh so you need a wife also).

I injucted, "Aur kya Bhabhi, kab tak akela sounga" (Oh yes, Bhabhi till when would I sleep alone).

She fumbled at my response as if she wanted to say something but did not speak it. Her eyes darted on my tent and on my face in quick successions few times while I slowly walked those 4-5 steps to one of the rooms.

And with this I placed myself in one of the rooms which was bang opposite the kitchen. I could see her swaying hips while she shuffled in the kitchen. I collected all the courage I could and moved ahead. I crossed the open area in three large steps and grabbed her from behind. She jumped but I hugged her from the back and started pressing her boobs.

She said, "Bhaiya chor do". "Kya kar rahe ho". "Mat karo". and so on.

Whereas I was mumbling back, "Bhabhi ek baar karne do na." "aap bahut sundar ho" "bas ek baar"

Had she shouted the noise would surely had gone to the lower floors, but her protests were feeble and verbal only and that too in low tone. I turned off the knob of the gas in between so that nothing spills.

In no time, I had lifted her saree and started massaging her hips, my hands had slipped in and out of her blouse. Her saree was almost undone and I was licking on the sides of her neck wet kisses were placed on the back of her neck and in that small kitchen I was pushing her forward, trying to remove her panties.

Though she was still struggling to keep her clothes intact too but was not uttering a single word by now. But when I reached her panties, she pushed me with all her might and said firmly, "Yahan nahin" (Not here)

I immediately moved to room over those iron grills and gestured her to come to room. She smoothed her saree as best as she could and came to the room and closed the door. Once again I jumped on her and pulled her on the single wooden bed in that room. I started kissing her like madman. Opened her blouse and marauded her boobs. In that hot summer morning I made her nude by removing one cloth after another. When I reached to remove her panties, there was a wet patch on it. I laughed on my own that this lady also got moist in anticipation and all her protests were mere formality.

After making her nude, I also removed my T shirt and standing close to her, I lowered my shorts. Her eyes almost popped out.

"Ye to Bahut bada hai" (This is too huge) was her reaction when my erect dick popped out of my shorts. I pulled her hand and placed the same on my dick. She moved her hand on my dick and said, "Inka to aisa nahi hai" (He does not has a tool like this).

Now I am anyways vain about the size and girth of my tool. I prodded further, "Inka kaisa hai?" (How big is his?).

"Mere haath mein aa jaata hai." (It fits in my hand). She was slowly stroking my precum covered dick all this while. "Itna bada to negro ka hota hai." (Negroes have such huge dicks.) She said.

I laughed and asked "Negro ka kahan dekha" (Where have you seen dicks of Negroes).

"Ye wo picture laate hai na kabhi kabhi CD pe." (He brings porn movie CDs sometimes). Though not at all well to do, they had all amneties like TV, Fridge and CD Player etc.

That is how this Bhabhi was fixated on big cocks, I thought to myself. She was regularly moving her thumb on the mushroom of my dick and stroking my dick slowly. All this while she was lying on the wooden bed naked while I was standing near her face.

I pushed her to suck it. "Chee, mujhe nahi achcha lagta wo sab" (Chee, I don't like sucking at all).
I asked "Inki bhi nahi karti?" (Don't you suck your husband).

"Bahut Jid karte hai to kabhi kabhi" (Whenever he demands a lot, then sometimes.)

"To aaj main bhi jidd kar raha hoon." (Today I am also demanding from you.) I had also been very forthright in my demands.

I dangled my dick near her face, she reluctantly took it in her mouth. She was not a good sucker but moved her lips on my dick quickly, often took it out of mouth and then when forced again she moved her lips on my dick.


"Last time kab kiya tha" (When did you last fuck), I asked her in between.

"Do hafte ho gaye" (It has been two weeks) I thought in my own mind that she is a horny housewife who does not get enough fuck and also she was not satisfied with the cock of her husband.

She was lying on the wooden bed and I mounted the same bed and unwrapped the condom on my dick. "Bhabhi poori taiyaari se aaya tha" I told her (See, I had come fully prepared).

She spread her legs willingly and I placed my dick on the opening of her hairy pussy. I rubbed the head of my dick at the opening from up to down. She was liking it. Slowly I entered her honey pot and she shifted to accommodate my complete dick in her moist pussy.

I laid on her and started humping her. I increased and decreased the pace of my strokes in her pussy. She was liking it for sure. When I was it for maybe 4-5 minutes, she said "aap to BF waale logo ko tarah kaafi der kar lete ho." (You can also fuck like pornstars for long). I laughed and unmounted her. I gestured her to come in doggie position. She readily bent on her knees and ankles. I entered her from behind and she moaned "aaaah" She was enjoying the fucking and was moaning very softly by clinching her teeth. When I felt the ejaculation building in me, I increased the tempo of my strokes and she again said.... "uuuui maa" And after a long long time, I cummed inside a girl.

Bhabhi was ecstasic, when I pulled out my dick from her pussy. "Itna maza pahle kabhi nahi aaya" (I never felt so much pleasure before).

We covered ourselves and I entered the bathroom while she went back to making tea. I sipped tea and told Bhabhi to remove her clothes while I was drinking tea. "Ab kar to liya, ab kya hoga kapde utaar ke" (Now that we have fucked, what is the need to remove clothes)

She kind of protested. "Dubara karenge" (Would fuck again) I stated. "Dubara koi abhi ho jaayega" (Would it happen again) she demanded to know not believing me.

I showed her my semi erect dick limping back to erection and told her that I can fuck more than once a day. While I was sitting on the wooden bed, I made her sit between my legs on floor and asked her to massage and suck my dick. And I enquired about her sex life. She was firm that I was only the second man who entered her love tunnel, but later confirmed that she was forced by her nieghbour in village a few times when she was very young. She was visibly distraught by lack of money, lack of sex and lack of love in her life. I promised to fulfill the sex and love in her life.

Second time round the sex was even better for her (also for me). Thereafter, I told her to come up from next morning as it would be better and noise won't go down to first floor.


I could not bring myself to lick her cunt it being too dirty and hairy and her oral skills were limited as she also did not enjoy sucking me much. But she broke my over two years of solitude in bed I have probably not enjoyed fuckig someone in doggie style as I enjoyed fucking this Bihar Bhabhi. Her firm buttocks and strong thighs meant that she stroked back with full force. I also had the pleasure of deflowering her virgin ass, which brought tears in her eyes and pleasure in my black heart.

I stayed in that house for 3 months only, when I shifted jobs and shifted to South Delhi.

[Rahulkarnv]

Good 
But it's a short update Bhai I
Pls post big updates

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Event Management Office Part 1

So, within 3 months of my reaching Delhi, I shifted jobs and joined an Event Management company in South Delhi. I distinctly remember that was the time when Cell Phones were getting little more popular and internet was making its presence in offices. There was a dial-up connection of 33.6kpbs in that office. I am telling this because that was the time I got hooked to intenet, yahoo messenger and chat rooms, which has had a great impact on the way I met women or went forward with women I knew otherwise.

Anyways, so it was a small event management company of around 15-17 people and majority of them were girls. Couple of them freshers right out of college for who it was the first job. This company was formed by breaking away from another event management company. The owners were a husband wife duo who was at a senior position in previous company.

I joined them in Sales. The brief was simple. Touch all old clients of the previous company and offer rock bottom prices. Also, in each sales call atleast two people would go. So, I was mostly paired with a girl named Chandani for sales calls, who was a fresh graduate from one of the colleges of Delhi University.

Within One week, I got the hang that the main business would come only from the contacts of the owners and our pushing alone won't help. So regardless whether the prospect showed interest or not, I started telling the owners that there is a lot of potential and the client wants to interact with them for pricing. As they were in the industry for quite sometime, they were able to convert some business. And I "rightfully" took the credit of being the salesman. Within next one month, all other sales guys quit, couple of more joined but I was de facto senior sales guy in the office. Being the new company also meant that most of the sales staff including the owners were out most of the day.

On the other front, I started working on Chandani. She was very fair , chubby girl. Definitely overweight and perennially on a diet. She would have been between 5-2 to 5-3 and wore high pencil heels which I always feared would give away under her weight, so she towered to 5-5 kinds with those heels. This also means that he ample ass swayed to please the onlookers. She also wore eye makeup to accentuate her eyes, which she thought was the best feature of her face. As is the case the more time you spend with each other more bonding you have. So during travel, waiting for meetings and in office we had time to know each other. I made crude double meaning jokes with Chandani but was not able to move forward physically with her. Maybe because of lack of privacy and all. And then she fell ill for four days.

We talked for long duration over phone when she was not coming to office. I anyways had no places to go after office, so I used to stick in office as late as possible. And I conveyed over phone what I otherwise wanted to convey that I felt like hugging her, that I felt like kissing her. Overall impression that I was head over heels in love with her. Things shifted to past relationships. I censored most of the sexual activities which I guess she also did.

And when she came back after four days, it seemed as if we had not met for ages. Our relationship kind of matured in her absence. I almost hugged her which she also reciprocated. And the touches began when we were in that office and no one there.

Then what happened next was not planned by anyone. I remember she wore a skirt to office one of these days. Not that she wore it for the first time in office. But first time after her leaves. MMMMMMMMMMM her white thighs and calves.... I was unable to keep my hands off them. Sitting on the comp on the pretext of sending mails I made her sit next to me. And my hands roamed freely on her thighs and inside her skirt till upper thighs. She would stop me in between and I would wrest her hand to move further up her thighs.

I dropped my pen on the floor on purpose and when I bent to pick it up, I opened her legs and said, "Black Panty?" She blushed and said, "Don't be badtameez" I told her things like she looked sexy and beautiful and what not. In between I attacked her well hung boobs a couple of times. Her not stopping me meant a clear green light for me.

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EVENT MANAGEMENT OFFICE PART 2

So, as I narrated in my last post, touching started between me and Chandani, or rather Chandani did not repulse my touches. What started on computer table soon started happening anywhere and everywhere, where I could find her alone.

As was the nature of that office, there were ample times when office was empty except the peon. My sales were going great, which meant I tookover on taking warm calls brought by other sales teams. De facto Sr. Sales Guy in the office. I soon started spending more time in office, which meant more opportunities to touch and feel the body of Chandani. On couple of occasions, when the peon was away for sometime, I hugged, kissed and put my hand in her dress to feel her ample breasts. Chandani never opposed my activities though she did not touch or feel my body or cock.

In between we managed a seminar from one of the influential motivational speaker, who spoke about "The Power of Networking". I am mentioning that seminar as that one lecture has had more impact on my success than all other degrees that I have obtained also, the seminar is important in this part of the story as well. This seminar was organized in a 5 star property in Delhi. Evening seminar followed by dinner meant that we got free by just before midnight. Boss gave me the responsibility to drop 3 of the staff members including Chandani in his car. The devil in me planned the drop in such a way that Chandani was to be dropped last.

As soon as the other girls were dropped to their respective places, my hands started moving on the body of Chandani who wore a formal Shirt and Skirt on that day. The buttons of the shirt were undone while driving itself and skirt was pulled up. My hands were everywhere on her body. As usual she was only concerned that someone might see us in that position and not on my hands roaming on her body.

In the dead of the night, I parked the car in a lane near her house.The passion between us was too high. We started groping each other and hugging and kissing each other. Car is not a very convenient place to have sex, but anyhow, soon her Shirt was open, her bra was pushed up, her ample breasts were set free, her skirt was on her midriff and her panties were removed. While removing her panties, I felt by hand and mentioned about a wet spot that had come on panties because of heat.
And then I tried mounting her by pushing the seat as far back as possible. It was my first attempt to copulate in car and also I had no condoms. But passion was too high for both of us. I spread her legs in such a manner that one leg was pinned near the passenger gate and the other leg was pushed on the driver seat. I remember she had very small hair on her pussy, which meant she had cleaned it only a few days back.

I placed the tip of my dick on the opening on her love tunnel in the very dim light which was coming from a far off street light through the dark glasses of the car. I pushed my erect dick in her pussy, the mushroom of my cock slided in her wet pussy and she started pushing me back, "nikalo please, dard ho raha hai." (Pull it out, its paining.) I disregarded her protest and pushed further and she tried jumping again. I pinned her down and kept pushing and started slow pumping while her pussy got adjusted to my cock.

And then I clumsily started pumping her, a few times my cock slided out of her wet pussy and I had to guide it back in her pussy. She tried encircling me through her legs but that was not easy. In this clumsy attempts, I started shooting my cum in her pussy. I slumped on her body and we laid there for couple of minutes and then I dropped her to her house. Kinky that I am, I did not let her wear her panties and she cleaned her thighs more than once before she got out of the car.

Next day, when I gave the car back there was a big mark on the seat which was definitely of my semen. Chandani and I smiled at each other when she walked in the office, a smile of people who are partners to a crime. The attendance was very thin on the next day in office. Couple of people went for calls and the bosses were away. The peon asked my permission to go to bank, which meant that we would have minimum 30-40 minutes before he came back. I quickly called boss to know that he is coming late. I also directed other people to go to this and that client directly.

I bolted the door from inside and immediately dropped my pants and guided her to suck me. And she gave me a weird handjob and blowjob. mmmm, I still remember how she held my dick in her hand. Licking the complete length of my shaft. Licking my balls. Licking below my balls. She was reluctant to take my dick in her mouth. I had to force her to take my dick in her mouth. Asked her to move her tongue on my mushroom. She was reluctant but complied with all direction given to her. Weirdly she went down on licking my balls and length of the cock and she was again and again forced to take the cock in her mouth. It was a mix of handjob and blowjob. I wanted to fuck her but I did not find that place right for fucking. IN between we moved to the bathroom where in that state, I blasted my cum in the pot.

Chandani and I had few very hot sessions like this in office and few times in my room which I had taken on rent and it kept on for another 4-5 months till I changed jobs. However, she was also instrumental in getting me another girl in the same office Sugandha. That story in next episode.

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"I heard You have got A BIG COCK" Sugandha

The event management company which I worked for had too much of attrition rate. Most of the people could not cope with the demanding saleshead i.e. me or the lack of credentials that company had or general attitude of the owners. Business was not very brisk and that put more pressure on the workforce. Of many boys and girls that joined the company was one dame Sugandha.

She was a normal fresh out of college graduate with very little experience, but who mostly spoke in English. I won't have given much thought to a skinny lanky baby faced girl nor this episode would have been possible had it not been for her own curiosity. Pressure to give salaries meant that the company sometimes took management of small events as well. One such event was for re-re-launch of a liquor brand. That flavoured brand of Vodka was launched a couple of times before but without much success. So this launch was planned across few discos in Delhi with a free shot offer to all people coming to that particular disco on that particular night.

Discos also meant staying upto 4AM and most of the girls barring the owner of the company and this dame Sugandha opted out. Sugandha was barely 10 days in the job by then. In any case we also did not have much hope for the success of the brand.


So here we were in a disco, offering free shots to every new comer. Most people declined in favor of their preferred drinks. Few left half glasses and few genuinely accepted it. By the middle of the night, the owner duo also got the feel that it is a failure so they also left with the brand manager of that drinks company, leaving me and Sugandha and a car key to drop Sugandha back her home and with a strict instruction whether anyone took a free drink or not, we had to be there till the closing of Disco.

Dejected, I and Sugandha kept up the routine of offering a drink and kept on being declined. By 2AM almost no newcomers were there. So we only started having shots of that drink. Till then I had no interest in Sugandha. Neither we had any camaraderie, nor she attracted me physically. We barely conversed in that disco. However, when we were in the lift to basement to pick the car I could gather that Sugandha can't handle her drinks well. Though to prove herself worthy of this event, she was wearing a formal Shirt, Pants and Single Breasted Blazer of deep purple colour, she was not able to manage the blazer and her shirt was also crumpled at the waist.
But before even I could have a thought of fucking her, she blurted with a little slur, "So Shobhit Sir, is it going to be Chandani redux?" I was caught off guard. I aked her what she meant by that? "You dropped Chandani as well after the party Sir" She slurred. I admitted that I did. "So is it going to be Chandani redux when you drop me?" She persisted in her slur. Though I could gather what she was saying, I was little surprised as to how she knew it. "What REDUX?" I demanded while walking to the car.

This dame was unstoppable in her drunken state and she said, "I heard you have a BIG COCK."

Oh my God, so she not only knew what she was talking, she also knew some more details. When I asked her whether her parents won't be waiting for her, she confirmed that she had lied a bit and said, she would stay at a friend's place after the event. Her intent being clear, the action shifted to my rented accommodation.

There is a rumor that every girl has three kinds of panties, a) Panties worn normally. b) Panties worn during menstruation days and c) I wanna get fucked. And Sugandha was definately wearing "I wanna get fucked" Red colored lacy panties.

I remember that Sugandha was much much passionate, if not very skilled. She sucked me well in my bed making me cum in her mouth which she gulped. The only question she asked before making me cum in her mouth was, "You can cum twice, right?"

Tired and exhausted the second round we had was in missionary position when we slumped to sleep in each other arms. I woke up around 11AM by some bell ringing somewhere. And I discovered that she was carrying a cell phone, a real luxury in those days. Where she was pacifying her mother that she was fine and she and her friend slept at 7 in the morning and her friend was staying as a Paying Guest and she had gone out to bring some breakfast and lot of stories. This girl was a pro in doing what she was doing.

We had another round of sex that morning, partly in shower and partly in bed. After that I got to know that she had got suspicious of me and Chandani spending long time in office and Chandani had told her everything. These two girls were accustomed to having sex with different men.

I barely stayed in that office for another month, but during that time Sugandha often gave me Blow jobs in office while Chandani stood guard as she did not enjoy giving blow jobs. Sugandha and I also had sex at my room including anal sex, she conveniently convinced her mother that she was going to Jaipur for a weekend for some event and spent the weekend at my place with her phone switched off (roaming was not as cheap as now a days).

Chandani was mostly out of picture even before I left that office and totally off once I changed jobs. Whereas Sugandha and I continued for another 5-6 months till we went our separate ways one of the major reason which I ascribe is to her wants that the boy spend lavishly on her.

My search for pussy continued as I joined a mid size IT hardware distribution company at a comfortable salary.

PS: There are not much details of copulation in this story, as I don't remember much of that day what happened at my room, we were both drunk and tired.
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[Rahulkarnv]

Good bro.
I ma jealous how easily you are getting pussies regularly one after another
Pls keep posting big updates

[Rahulkarnv]

Waiting bro waiting
Pls update bro...

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New Job, New Ways to Find a Girl

So after the event management company, I joined a computer hardware distributor based at Nehru Place in Delhi. Nehru Place at that time was the biggest computer hardware market in India. The salary was good, so for the first time in my life, I was flush with funds. The management also offered me an advance to make the down payment for a bike. And like all other employees of the organization, I was also accorded a Pentium Computer connected to a 24X7 internet connection of the office.

This was a job, which I loved. All my education and skills gathered in selling parabanking and garments were put in great use. The newer people were no match for the skill and hardwork that I put in the job.

Also, I had no distractions like family or friends, that means till late at night, I used to sit in office finding newer customers and trying my newly acquired liking and zeal for networking over internet, making proposals and chatting in yahoo chatrooms.


Within no time, I was able to connect and create an alumni network of my MBA college, was able to connect to some of the relatives and distant relatives. I had an account on all social networking sites prevelant at that times and I started connected with clients, relatives, friends (err, I had none, only acquaintances), alumni and colleagues in other branches of the company. Sitting on the computer and 24X7 internet connection, my free time was put to good use. I got information which other people in my office were not privy to, that made me kind of a power center in the office.

Also, Yahoo Messenger became a constant companion whenever I was in office. Evenings whenever I had done the networking and all, Yahoo Chatrooms provided nice outlet to my libido. 90% + people with female IDs on yahoo chatrooms were fake in those days (Which I believe is still the norm on Xossip). However by discerning and discretion I was able to have few people in my yahoo messenger whom I genuinely believed to be women. With those I engaged in all sort of chats, family life, routine life, online sex, fantasies, stories and what not. Desibaba and Indiansex4u were launched during those times. Those and chats combined means I had a decent stuff to masterbate on in the office itself.

Few women in these days I met remained my friends for long. One of them was a Rich Brat final year student studying in one of the prestigious colleges in Delhi - Taruna. Through Truth and Dare and other games we played over 3-4 months, we finally decided to talk over phone. Cell Phones were still a luxury and incoming and outgoing rates ranging in 8 Rs a Minute and 12 Rs a minute respectively. And this girl had a cell phone, though it was mostly used as a pager, because her dad had put a limit of Rs. 500/- as limit to per month usage. So it was usually so that I would give her a missed call and she would call back on my office landline after office hours. Our intimacy grew from cyber sex to phone sex.

I kept on pestering her for a real life meeting. And so, finally we decided to meet on a condition that if we don't like each other, she would not meet me any further. And by the time we came to meeting in real, the season in Delhi had changed and it was heavy winters of Mid January in Delhi. I was also done with Sugandha by that time and was a little desperate. And the meeting was fixed for a Saturday afternoon at the newly opened Barista at Green Park in Delhi.

I reached Barista at the appointed time not knowing what was in store for me. And though from her pic, I knew her to be fair and cute girl, but realities are some time different. The girl who met me there was fairer than I thought, more cute that I thought, had juicier lips than I thought less, bustier than I thought, had little less ass than I thought, did not seem to have claimed 5-2 height but she had long hair, reaching almost to her hips, which she had kept open on that particular day and kept on tossing from one side to another in the small meeting of around 30 minutes.

She had come by Auto and I was riding a bike. Despite my cajoling she did not want to sit on the bike and left after the brief meeting. I took it as a signal that the relationship is over. I having nothing better to do that evening came back to office and opened my yahoo messenger. Soon, an IM window popped up on my screens with something written like "I had butterflies in my stomach." And by the time we ended that chat, we both wanted to meet each other again and mating, she was not sure till then.

We once again decided to meet in the same Barista next day at 12PM. Another round of coffee and I invited her to my humble abode consisting of one room, kitchenette and bathroom. She was reluctant and we decided to go and watch a movie in Priya, a renowned cinema hall in Vasant Kunj, Delhi.

Darkness of the movie theater was my turf. From holding hands to licking her fingers, I soon progressed to pressing her tight boobs over the Cardigan she was wearing and then pushing my hand from under her T shirt. I took off my jacket and spread it on my lap and placed her hand on my erect dick under it. After initial reluctance, her hands moved slowly on my tool, for sometime over my Jeans and then bare dick when I opened my Jeans to set it free. I kept on pestering her to come to my place so that we could have full fun and not waste time in the useless movie. During this pestering and her moving her soft hands on my dick, all of a sudden there was intermission.

So here I was sitting in my seat, my jeans open, my dick erect and Jacket spread over it. We smiled at each other and she went out to buy some popcorn and all. As she had often claimed to be a virgin, I was less interested in Popcorns and more interested in popping her cherry.

I still don't comprehend what goes in the mind of a girl and at what time. All the while I was pestering her for coming along to my place and she was refusing and then 10 minutes after intermission was over, she was not only ready to come with me to my place but wanted to go immediately.

On the way back, she hugged me from behind and sat cross-legged on the bike. Her boobs were poking in my back as she held me tight sitting on my backseat. I wasted no time and reaching at my place quickly fumbled the keys and as soon as we entered the house, I started kissing her.

Mmmmm and as I was kissing her, my hands were roaming on her back, and I didnot let her go or think or talk anything. With her lips stuck in mine and one hand is holding the back of her head; while the other was pressing my pelvis in her by pressing he rby the hip of mine.

I took her lower lip is in my teeth. I started pulling her long hair and bending her head backwards while my face went on top of her and I was kissing and biting her lips while she was looking up. I started pushing her back and her back hit the wall, now my hands were free to reach her boobs. I started biting both her lips instead of one and while biting them relentlessly I started squeezing hard on her boobs.

My hands entered from below her T short and started pressing over her bra. Lips still captured in mine, I took out one hand to steady her head. When we both got breathless, I left her for few brief moments, I pulled up her T Shirt and along with her cardigan and undid it by pulling over her head.

And I turned her and pressed her face on the wall, while I went biting on her back. Specially the nape of her neck by lifting her long tresses. Hands were suddenly groping on her Jeans, trying to unsuccessfully pushing it down. While I pressed her using my shoulder and chest, I kept on nibbling at her ears and shoulder blade. The ferocity with which I began the kissing and molesting her was suddenly shifted to milder and romantic manners.


I unhooked her bra and whilst her face was buried in the wall, I kept on licking her back under her long tresses. Her silky hair were on my face and I kept on playing with the same. Whenever I used to come on her upper back or neck or shoulders, I used to caress and squeeze her ample 32B breasts. In between I unbuckled her jeans and though it was very difficult to get her out of the jeans.

I reluctantly let her go and brought her on the bed. The girl looked dazed with excitement at best and sloshed at worst. It was much later I realized that it was very first time she was properly touched or handled by a man in her life, despite her earlier exhortions of her BFs pressing her boobs, I realized they were just for barely 5-10 seconds each time. And by the time I pulled out her jeans her pink panties (yes Baby Pink Panties) were soaking with her juices.

The girl was definitely in heat and I wasted no time in undressing myself. Decided to give oral a skip and I mounted on my bed and between her legs. She was oozing so much juices that no other lubrication was needed. I placed the cock on the opening of her cunt. I pushed in her and she gave a grunt... ummmmmh ... my dick slided in more easily than I had anticipated. Taruna started hugging and kissing me like a mad woman.

With our intermingled bodies we kept on thrusting in each other. The girl was too passionate and had raw power and she had wrapped her legs tightly over my ass whilst her hands were tightly wrapped around my neck.

She was lifting her ass with each stroke of mine and I was stroking deep into her pussy and it continued till I felt the semen rushing towards my tube and I deposited my seed deep into her.

I got up to see the wasted bedsheet which has evidence that her hymen had broken and I had thrown up a lot of sperms.

Taruna and I kept on mating for another 5-6 months atleast once a week and sometimes 3-4 times a week. And in between she became pregnant and we had to get a Medical Termination of Pregnancy using the pills.

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Classy_Housewife Dirty Mind

From the yahoo chatroom chats of those times, I came across three more females whom I managed to fuck in coming years. Though internet has served me well and I have managed atleast 10 girls directly or indirectly through it in total. One of these was with a userid classy_hw_dirtymind. As for the other two started at that time, one was a lecturer in Mumbai whom I managed to fuck in 2002 and other was a housewife in Jaipur, whom I bedded in 2005 and  this was year 2000.

Now coming to classy_hw_dirtymind. As she claimed she was a classy housewife of mid 30s, little on the heavier side and slut to the core. Over many months we kept on talking off and on, till one day, she was on webcam. The lady in question was mostly distracted. I believe too many people were eying for her attention.

But it was through that webcam for the first time, I saw some woman naked on webcam and displaying her wares with great alarcity. The hazy image as was the norm in those days with VGA or XGA webcams was of a lil sagging busts and clean shaven pussy. The navel also seemed so deep that one could get lost in that. Though she never showed her face in those days over cam but she would bring out her tongue to lick the nipple and open her legs wide to show her deep red vagina.

So it was for few months, sometimes when she was in heat, she would come on webcam otherwise she would talk off an on. Persistent that I am I kept on messaging her till we reached a level when we started discussing our own sexual lives, our interests, our fantasies and she herself started pinging me on yahoo going invisible at times when there were too many suitors. The only hitch was she was not ready to talk over phone or meet. Need less to say that this classy_hw was from Delhi.

Luckily for me, I had Sugandha when we started talking, then I had a torrid affair with Taruna and in between Kannu was also back in my life. She would ask me in explicit details about my sexual encounters and tell me her past encounters in great details. And as per her she was not having any sexual relations outside marriage at that time but was surely unhappy with her husband sexually. And it requires guts to accept for a wife to say that she is not happy sexually with her husband - she would remind me many times. She would also dismiss my claims of 8 inches dick as a boast.

All this time I was urging her to show me her face. Afterall how much boobs a man can watch. Give me her phone no. and mate oops I mean meet.

So much for the teaser.

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Classy Housewife DirtyMind - Part 1

And as we continued talking on Yahoo for nearly an year, and at this juncture my job appraisal happened. I got increment beyond my wildest dreams and I got a cellphone allowance of Rs. 1000/- in addition to my salary. I made another investment in a cell-phone.
One of the very first people I gave my phone no. to was this Classy Housewife. Urging her to call me from a PCO. So that her privacy would be protected and we could still talk. Before that though I had an option of giving my office no to her, but I was prudent enough not to share it over the internet. The same was restricted to people whom I could trust and had met in real life.
I had to be on my persuasive best to impress her that we could meet for lunch/ coffee and she was not required to divulge any personal details till she is comfortable. Also, if any of us (actually she) did not want to proceed further, it would be the end of matter/ relationship.

And as luck would have it, it was one of those Mondays when Kannu had left for office after having a morning fuck after a weekend of passion (As previously told Kannu often stayed at my place on weekends when she was staying in PG and we had sex like rabbits during those days), that around 12 or so, I got a call while I was still in my office.
The tentative voice of a lady identified herself as Mala Banerjee. So this was the bong housewife whom I was trying to impress for over an year. And we settled to meet at a fast food restaurant in Greater Kailash - II. People who know Delhi would know it was one of the most happening places at one point of time.
Class oozed out of Classy housewife, Mala was wearing a White Tommy Hilfiger Shirt, which seemed new and Maroon Long Skirt which reached till her ankles, wore a white shoes which must had 2 inches of heels and had a Burberry bag slung over her shoulder. The first thing that stuck me was the mass under that white shirt. Humongous would be the word. The second ting was the height, with those heels she was nearly my height and I could smell her conditioner and perfume. So she would easily be 5-5. She wore good makeup and her eyes were kohled to further accentuate her big eyes. It was also to distract the people from little puffy cheeks. Her hair were pressed straight and that came to the middle of her back. Jet Black straight hair with healthy volume. Lips were painted red so were her nails which were reasonably long and healthy, showing she did not had much work to be done by herself.
We shook hands and my opening line was, "Have you ever tried modelling?" Which made her blush and those puffy cheeks went pink, the blush was visible even from under her makeup, thereby meaning she was pure ***** bong who are fair.
The alarcity and confidence of chat window was gone. The lady was very tentative, timid and underconfident. She was MA in Pol Science, hailing from Calcutta who had married an upper middle class busy businessman, who shuttled between metros quite often. The only son was studying in a hostel in Mussorie and she did not have many friends or relatives in Delhi. Internet was a good distraction for her as her only other companions were an old mother-in-law and two maid servants.

By the time we ended out lunch, I had complimented her enough for her awesome bust, even made her open a button for a while. I knew that I had to lead this woman. I called up my office giving some story of an accident of a friend and seeking rest of the day off. I did not allow her time to think and asked for the car keys with the thought process that I would directly take her to my place and won't give her time to think.
There was a feeble protest as to why she had to come with me and so on. I assured her that she can back out anytime she wishes and I won't force her to do anything which she did not like. The lady though gave me the keys of her Daewoo Cielo (A sedan, which was already out of production, but was a good car in its segment when it was launched). All the way of around 3 KMs she kept on suggesting we go someplace else and I kept assuring you that my rented room was a safe place to be and I being a gentleman won't do anything against her wishes.
She again made few feeble protests to enter my place and I had to literally beg her to come inside as I did not want any drama where the other tenant family in the lower floor could intervene.
The room was dingy as per her standards and she was astonished and voiced her amazement that I could even stay in such sort of place. It has one double bed, which by then had weathered intense fucking of three girls and the bedspread which was on the bed had stains of my semen which I had splashed fucking Kannu in the morning. Four plastic chairs, a wooden all purpose table, a second hand fridge and a second hand TV in one corner perched on a wooden stool. Two walled Almirahs on one wall which contained all my possessions. Small attached kitchen which was used for making tea only. A spacious but empty attached toilet with bathroom. My and Kannu's used towels were spread on the bed to dry, while a plastic basket near the bed contained our soiled clothes.
After some persuasion she agreed to sit down in one of the chairs for a cup of tea. I kept on complimenting in between about her bust, her beauty and other mannerism to keep her engaged. In the mean time I handled the towels and bedsheet and kicked the soiled clothes in the bathroom and out of her view.
I also tried to massage her boobs over her shirt, which she resisted. Tried to kiss her which again she resisted. I didnot force her at that stage and let her take her own sweet time to adjust to the new surroundings. I slowly crept close to her when she was having tea and tried slipping my hand in her hair, brush her cheeks with the back of my hand.
I was having a feeling like I had with Monika Ma’am. I asked her to atleast show me her huge boobs, which she had proclaimed to be 38D. Adding in good measure that I had never seen such huge boobs before in real. Persuading her by saying that she had already shown me her boobs on Webcam. Also adding in equally good measure that I had not forced her for anything and would keep on behaving like a gentleman. To assuage her fears, I took the chair on the far end and sat on it.

It took me quite some effort to convince her to bare herself in front of me. So finally she stood and started unbuttoning one button at a time. I kept on egging encouragements like.... Nice Cleavage... nice bra and so on. She carefully put the shirt on one of the chairs, making sure that it won''t be spoiled. Then she slipped her white bra off her shoulders and lowered it from those amazing pair of meat. Her nipples were erect and she was actually enjoying the exhibitionism.

Once her upper body was bare, it did not require much persuasion to take off her skirt and another piece of white undergarment. There she stood naked in front of me. Her hair still holding up, her makeup intact but nothing on her body except jewellery and her heels. And she was clearly not in a habit of standing naked in front of men. She was blushing big time, wanted to pick up her skirt which I kept on saying no no no. I asked her to lick the nipples as she used to do on webcam. She picked up one of her big sagging boob and starting moving tongue over her nipple.

How we proceeded to fuck would be in final part which would follow shortly.....

[Rahulkarnv]

Ufff
Good narration
Erotic

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Classy Housewife DirtyMind - Fucking

In the last part, I told how I succeeded to bring Mrs. Mala Banerjee aka Classy Housewife DirtyMind out of her clothes.

I then asked her to spread her pussy. She reluctantly got on the bed and spread her legs wide.She had cleaned it well and there were no hair on her pussy. And there I was some six - seven feet away while she lay with her legs spread on my bed. All the whole when I made her undress and then told her to lay in my bed, I had maintained good eye-contact with Mala and had complimented her and praised her beauty to the hilt in the words I did not think I knew.

I sought her permission to come and touch her pussy. And she said something to the effect "Apaani ekaani dustu" which when I asked to translate she smiled and said, "now you are being naughty."

So when I got up from my chair, she immediately closed her legs. I assured her once again, I would do only if she permits and if she so wished I would sit back again. I pushed my luck and came closer to the bed. Standing on the edge of the bed, I asked her to spread her legs again. She kind of pulled her body backwards by a feet, her upper body went up on her elbows and she once again spread her legs.

MMMM what a sight, if I could capture it in cam. The thick moist hairless pussy lips, slightly parted, the woman looking at my intently from her kohled big eyes, her boobs sagging a bit on booth sides in that posture. The classy housewife was very clean, her legs had no hair at all.

I also sat on the bed on my knees and once again sought permission to touch that pussy but this time without waiting for the approval I opened those lips wide open to see the wet insides of that dark pink pussy. She grunted ummmmmmmmmh and threw her head backwards.

I pushed two fingers inside that wet pussy.
"Eta Kareba Na ooooof" (Don't do it, she muttered with a moan).

I told her I don't know Bengali and kept on massaging her clit and fingering her pussy.

May be I did it for a minute or so, but the girl was surely in some other plain. I moved my body over her body and took those huge boobs in my mouth. Softly biting those nipples. She could not bear it and the elbows were withdrawn from her body and she was now lying straight in my "dirty" bed.

I licked, bit, sucked those boobs. On her request spared any hickies, licked her neck and proceeded to kiss her deeply. And then after rolling in bed for quite sometime, I got up to get rid of my clothes. I stopped short of taking off my underwear and told her now she would have to see and agree that I had an 8 inches big dick. She got "Bismit" i.e. Amazed at the size and girth of the penis.

Getting in bed I pulled her on me to suck my penis. She started by rolling her tongue on the head of my penis and then shallow sucking it. I teased her, asking, is that how she does to Mr. Banerjee. She retorted by saying, don't discuss useless fellows while she was having fun. I urged her to suck deeply, which she could not always stopping at around 1/3rd of the length of my dick. I dictated her to lick my balls and the skin below my balls, which she did reluctantly. Lick the complete length of my cock, which she did with great zeal and with heavy licks. She could use her tongue amazingly though she was not a deep throater.

Now it was my turn to pay back. Like most of the girls, she was never licked in her life. And when I dived my face between her thighs and my tongue touched her clit, she started jumping and moaning loudly. I had to tell her to shut up as the neighbors were around. I slowly gave her deep and thick licks using my tongue. Spread open her pussy and dived my tongue in it. Kissed her pussy lips and licked the inside of her thighs. In all this I guess she had an orgasm or two. I was a "Bhayankara" i.e. Terrifying person as per her. She was using the Bengali words liberally and I learnt later that despite being in Delhi for some years her Hindi was very weak and even her maids were Bongs.

And after her licking, I once again asked her to give me a blowjob. I remember clearly that in last 40 odd hours preceding my tryst with Mala, I had fucked Kannu atleast 7 times so maintaining a hard erection required another round of blowjob for my "Sundar Sisna", i.e. Beautiful dick.

And when my cock was rock solid, I lay in the bed and asked her to ride me. She casually asked for a condom and I told her that I would release outside. She angled my cock on her pussy lips and sat on it. She started riding on my cock, lifting her heavy ass and then falling back on my thighs.
This is what she said between her riding and moans, I don't remember the Bengali words what she was uttering but she translated it in - She was enjoying a big and fat cock. Her pussy walls were stretched like never before.

I took her juggling boobs in my mouth one by one when she leaned forward. That is a good thing which you can do with a tall girl while she rides you in a cow-girl fashion.

Without taking the cock out of her pussy, I sat and we were hugging each other. Now I started helping her hips move up and then making her fall on my dick. This gave her the deepest ever penetration and she started howling aaiyo, aau, vuwa vuwa vuwa the word I have never been able to translate.

In this stage I felt a little loosening in my erection. I mean you know how it goes from rock solid to slightly less solid. I pulled out of her and asked her it suck it again. She refused for the same, for her this was dirty and "Malin" now. I reasoned with her that it just has her juices over it. But then I had to take things in my own hand. I pulled her head and brought it down on my penis, during which time it had lost some more of its erection and some of the foreskin was creeping up the glance.

Holding her head, I forced her to open her mouth and take my dick in her mouth. When it regained its full erection again, I stood on my bed and asked her to take her tongue out. I kind of slided my dick over her outstretched tongue. A sight still etched in my memory. More than few times she said Na (no) but more than few times, she was made to suck my dick, lick its length and suck my balls which also had her juices flown over.

And once I was rock solid again, I decided to take her in half - doggie style. I sat on the bed and she was made to bend on my bed while I positioned myself behind her and inserted my dick upwards in her pussy. And I had to tell her to supress her moans as she started moving up and down on my dick. I used the time to slap her butts, softly to begin with and then I gave one tight slap.... and she cried..... uuuuuuuuuuuuui eta karebe na kasto, yantranadeyeke na (Don't do it, its painful, don't hurt me) she was also calling me a word Jaraja again and again which I later learnt meant Bastard because of the forceful fucking that I was giving her.

I soon shifted her to full doggie style and kept thrusting her sharply. And she was so much in flux of pain and pleasure that she was moaning despite my pleadings to remain silent.

I shifted position to Missionary an in my own style I kept thusting her by taking whole of my dick almost out and then thrusting the complete dick in. She cried of pain or pleasure I don't know. "Jaraja slow", "Jaraja don't do it like this." "Shobhit, Jaraja, you are a marvelous fucker" I shifted and brought one of her legs on my shoulder and started thrusting and Mala went mad. "Shobhit, Please please" uuuuu "I should not have come here." aaaaaa "Let me go" "oomph oomph na na", "forgive me"

It was considerable time that I had been fucking her but I was not near to cumming myself. She had had 3 orgasms by then and I was getting tired of all the thrusting. Maybe it was because of all the fucking I had done in last two days including that morning or may be because of some other factor.

And this time when I asked her to suck me again, she was very obliging and sucked with great zeal, licking, biting and sucking the dick and balls.


After some time I pushed her on bed and mounted her in missionary position and started thrusting her like a madman. Disregarding her pleas to go slow, leave her and what not... with deep thrust I deposited my seed in her and that too despite her pleas "not inside" and "Bhitre na"

Classy housewife came back for more and more sex till I was in Delhi. But the very first thing she did next time was to bring 4 brand new towels and 3-4 bedsheets and a nice set of soft pillows. She kept on bringing gifts including expensive deos/ perfumes/ room freshners and plenty of things to eat. She wanted to buy few more things like watches/ AC for my room and clothes for me, which I declined except a shirt on my birthday.

I kept in touch with her when I moved to Chennai, but then her number changed and she stopped coming on Yahoo all of a sudden. That is how I lost the Classy Housewife, Mrs. Mala Banerjee.

With Classy Housewife coming in my life and till I remained in Delhi during that stint, I got a problem of plenty because very soon, I had another girl in bed who had come for summer training in my office. Mamta and her another friend whose name was also Mamta, these girls I started calling M1 and M2 and I continued for some time with Taruna too and Kannu remains my favorite girl, and she was at that time too.

About these girls in next episode.

Hope you guys are enjoying the chronicles. I have given explicit details this time. Hope people who said, I give less details of copulation would have no complains now.

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The Problem of Plenty

While I was working my ass off in the company and courting countless girls over internet and just a month before I met Mrs. Mala Banerjee or I got the increment a girl named Mamta joined the company as Summer Trainee. She was studying in a premiere management college in Noida.

A short stout female with nice bust and protruding ass. Shrill voice and short hair. People would say that I would not have given her much thought as my sex life as good but then I am of promiscuous nature and is having a roving eye and would like to fuck any female that walks on two legs.

Interaction between me and Mamta were minimal to begin with but gradually increased as her market research grew. The confidence of my boss in me was also very high and though he was her guide, he used to bounce her frequently to me for certain clarifications. Thus the interaction grew with the bubbly Mamta whom I started calling Moti (Fat) in zest. She had a peculiar name associated with Marwari Community settled in different parts of India where the name of village is added to the name. As the name is so uncommon I won't state that to protect the privacy.

This Mamta had another friend by the same name Mamta, now onwards M2.

M2 was doing her summer training in an advertising agency just across the road of Nehru Place in Greater Kailash. In the evening M2 would normally come to office and wait for Mamta till she finished her daily work. M2 was taller than Mamta healthy but not fat. She also had good bust but small ass. She had curly hair which she left open and were till her lower neck. And they were best of friends. Mamta was bubbly but M2 was serious kinds. Mamta frequently called their association as Laurel and Hardy, but M2 was not skinny as Laurel.

As I always stayed late in office, we frequently met in the evening. Sometimes we used to go down and have streetfood in Nehru Place itself before me going back up and they moving to Noida, Mamta was a hostelier while M2 was a day scholar who used to reside in Noida itself. We joked and laughed and were like good friends. Afterall I was just two years old of management college and our interests matched.

Casually couple of times I invited them for a movie as well, but as Kannu was newly back in town and weekends were busy with her, I did not press much on the same.

In these times, I got an awesome increment and on the same day I made an investment in a mobile phone. So Mamta pestered me for a party and M2 also joined the chorus. Nothing matters more to hostelers and college goers when they are about to get good free food I guess. So we went causally for the party of Pizzas before they moved back to their respective places.

When their training was coming o an end. I causally mentioned that I should also get treat as I had helped Mamta and M2 also in drafting their reports in respective organizations. And as they both would be treating me, I should also get beer in that treat. Mamta was as her nature jumped up and down and said yes, while M2 declined saying her parents don't know about it and she can not go home drunk. It did not take much cajoling for Mamta to stay back and I would drop her to her hostel on my bike after the treat.

After M2 had left, we did some maths and found that beer in a Restaurant would cost 250 per beer and if we had 4 beers, it would be 1000 Rs. and if we buy beer and move to my place she could save 750 Rs. as beer in open market was just Rs. 60.

So how Mamta got fucked in a bid to save 750 Rs. in next episode.