Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

I couldn't believe she would change so quickly.


"Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded, as she pulled her blouse back on and straightened herself up.


"We're done," she said, for the third time, picking her panties up from the floor, she hadn't bothered putting them back on.


I had never felt so sexually frustrated in my life. I had been so close to the most intense orgasm of my life and she wouldn't finish me off. Fucking bitch. I guessed this was some sort of power or control thing after she'd showed a glimpse of her weaker side.


Pooja put her dirty panties on the counter top and checked her hair and makeup in a hand mirror. She left the panties, winked at me and left the room without saying another word.


"FUCKING BITCH!" I shouted after her.


The door slammed shut behind her.


I lay there for about three minutes. I wanted to cry. I felt I'd been used for her pleasure and satisfaction with nothing in return for me. The door opened and I prepared myself to give her a mouthful of abuse, but I saw it was Stacey.


"What the fuck is her problem?" I asked.



Stacey said nothing, but gave me a knowing smile. She had a syringe in her hand, the same as last time. She positioned it on my arm and injected me with the sedative. The room went hazy and I passed out.


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I woke up in my own bed. I was dressed in my shorts and vest top, as if I'd gone to bed as normal. My skin felt silky soft and I was clean and dry, with no evidence of the cum party I'd been subjected to. I was still frustrated and angry about Pooja's selfish act. I put the bedside light on and sat up in bed. On the end of the bed was a small brown jiffy bag. I picked it up and looked at the writing on the front. It said:


"Maybe next time xx" It was written in girly handwriting and signed with an "P".


'Fucking bitch,' I thought again.





I opened the envelope and tipped out the contents. There was a small, see through, zip lock bag with something black and soft inside. I unzipped it and pushed my fingers in to see what it was.


It was Pooja's black lace panties. They felt slightly damp and cold. I held them up to my face and sniffed. They were definitely hers. I guess she just wanted to tease me some more, all part of her little mind games. I held them in my hand, thinking of what had happened to me, and how dirty I was to take so much cum and let Pooja fuck my face. There was nothing I could have done, so I was right to enjoy it.


"Fuck it," I said, out loud and slipped my shorts off, already feeling myself getting wet at the thought of what I was about to do.


I pulled her lace knickers on and felt the cold dampness of the material against my already swelling lips. They fitted me perfectly and I felt slutty as hell for wearing another woman's cummy knickers.


"You dirty slut, Kajal," I said to myself out loud.


I pushed my hand down the front of the panties and started to tease my clit. Soft little circles, imagining Pooja touching me. I reached my hand under my ass, into the back of the knickers and pushed two fingers against the entrance to my juicy quim from behind. I teased my slippery hole by gently rubbing, but not penetrating myself.


"Ooohh fuuuuuck Miss Pooja, you're such a tease," I cooed, as I started to rubbing my clitty faster.


I thought of her teasing me, as I masturbated for about five minutes. Slowly building to the climax, I so desperately needed.


"I'm going to cum in your dirty kickers Miss Pooja," I whispered, in a slutty voice, "if you won't get me off I'll do it myself, you fucking cunt tease."


I pushed my two fingers inside and rubbed my clit harder, building, building, building.


"Fuck my pussy, make me cum you slut," I said, fingering myself in and out rapidly.



My own dirty talk triggered me and I couldn't believe how quickly I had got there. I clamped my legs shut, still rubbing myself, bucking and writhing on the bed, as I brought myself to the blissful, intensely satisfying orgasm, that had been denied by Pooja.


I felt Pooja's warm, dirty knickers flood with my bodily fluids as my climax slowly subsided and my juices mixed with hers.


I lay on the bed panting hard and smiling to myself for a few minutes, feeling defiant.


I pulled the bed covers back over me and lay there in the afterglow, thinking that I had got one up on Pooja for doing such a filthy act to her underwear. I slowly drifted off to a peaceful, well deserved sleep.





to be continue............