Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

It was perfectly round with the material of her yoga pants going into the crease of her cheeks. It was as though they were painted on and left nothing to the imagination. I'm sure she wasn't wearing any knickers, as there was no panty line showing through.


I turned to her and did the same. "Yoga pants do show off your ass well, that's for sure." I said.






She smacked my ass, quite hard, with a loud slapping noise. I flinched.


"I see you've stayed in shape," she laughed.


"Thank you, I do try."


"Now... let's get down to business, what brings you back here?" she said, sitting on the bed and gesturing for me to do the same.


"I thought about what you said...before I mean...about wanting more than women." I replied, sitting next to her.


"Go on."


I was struggling to get my words out. I just wanted to kiss her.


"You know what I mean."


"I need to hear you say it."


"I need cock Miss Charmi." I said, shamefully, "I miss having a cock inside me, I miss sucking off men, tasting their cum, you know what I mean."


"Anything else?" She was very business-like.


I thought for a brief moment. I couldn't bring myself to say it.


"No."


"Are you sure?" she asked, looking me in the eye, "You don't want to try something new? Something naughty? Something dirty? Something your sister can do, that you can't'?"


"No," I lied, I couldn't say the words.





"OK. I can set you up with a few men next door, to fuck you if you like, on film of course, it's not a free service."


"Yes. That would be great thank you," I had trepidation in my voice, wanting to tell her more.


She got up and started to walk off.


"Wait!" I said quickly.


"Yes," she said, turning to look at me and stopping in her tracks.


"There is something else."


"What is it?"


"It's hard for me to say."


"Just say it Kajal, we're all friends here."


"Can I try anal sex? Will you teach me?" I heard the words and couldn't believe it was me saying them. I felt instantly embarrassed.


She came back and sat back on the bed, putting her hand on my knee and staring into my eyes. I was lost for a second or two and felt as though she was staring into my soul.


"Of course you can, sweet girl," she said, softly, "I thought this may be the reason you contacted me. Why the change of heart?"


"We'll it's like you said, I need more than just pussy. I want to offer men a greater range of sexual skills. I love to please my lovers and I find it quite powerful to feel control over them, by using sex to get what I want."


"If it's control over men you're after, I can teach you a lot more than anal."





"One step at a time." I smiled, "Besides I want to be as good at it, as my sister is. Call it sibling rivalry or something, I can't explain it."


"You don't need to, I fully understand, she was the centre of attention and stole the limelight from you during our last encounter. It was written all over your face. Poor Kajal likes to be the star."


"Maybe. I just don't know. Soooo...will you teach me?"


"If I do, it's by my rules and I want something in return."


"Like what?"


"A film of course. I'll teach you here, in this comfy bed and then take you to the studio to take cock in the ass properly."


I thought about it for a few seconds, already starting to feel horny at the thought of trying something new and unknown.


"As long as the cock I take isn't too big."


"Cocks Kajal," she said, emphasising the plural, "It will be more than one guy, but I promise they will not be huge."


"How many?" I asked, sounding surprised.


"You'll have to wait and see."


"OK. It's a deal," I said.


"OK then, " Charmi said, "Get comfortable and I'll be back in a few minutes."


She got up and headed for the door. I was mesmerised by her ass, as she wiggled out of the room with the slightest of wobbles.





About five minutes later she returned, dragging a small silver suitcase, on wheels, behind her. It looked like the sort of thing you'd take on a short haul flight as cabin baggage.


"Are you moving in, or something?" I asked jokingly.


"Not quite Kajal," she smirked.


She lifted it onto the bed next to me, unzipped it and folded the lid back. I got up and stood next to her intrigued to know what was inside. At first it was her usual clothing, black skirt, white blouse, ankle boots, underwear, toiletries and makeup.


"I'll get changed before we go to the studio," she said, pulling them out and putting them on one of the chairs, neatly.