Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

"I guess not. They just like to say nasty things to me. Calling me a slut or a whore, or commenting on my lady parts."


"I know, I've seen them."


"Which film did you like best?" I asked, crossing my legs and giving him the tiniest flash of my panties.


"They were all good for different reasons," he said, sipping his champagne.


"You must have a favourite," I said, leaning forward to let him see my cleavage.





"I guess I liked seeing you take the eleven inch cock. The pained look on your face after you begged for it inside you."


I felt myself getting hot. He had seen my sexual prowess already and I felt naked in front of him, even though I was still fully clothed.


"I hear you're not far off that size yourself."


I uncrossed my legs and opened them enough to reveal my white knickers.


"Don't believe everything you hear. People exaggerate."


He glanced at my crotch.


"I'm sure they don't. Anything else you liked watching me do?"


"Seeing you covered in sperm was a huge turn on. You seem to quite like swallowing it. Most women don't like that, but you seem different somehow."


"Dirtier you mean, because I enjoy the taste of a man's spunk?"


"Do you enjoy it?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and keeping a calm tone.


"I love it. I genuinely do like the taste. No doubt I'll be swallowing yours later."


I took a long gulp of wine and swallowed it hard, licking my lips.


"Incredible," he gasped.


"Would you like me to swallow your load Ethan? Or would you prefer to cum inside me?"


He sat there in silence, starring into my eyes. His eyes seeing everything at once. All of me.


"Maybe you'd like to spray it all over my naked body? Maybe all over my breasts or my belly, or my face."


He still said nothing. I leaned back and spread my legs further apart, with no subtlety. There was no way he didn't see my underwear now.


"Maybe you'd like to blow your load in my ass?"


"Where would you like me to do it?" he asked, still not reacting to my slutty behaviour. He was calm and in control.


"Anywhere you like. You're the one paying."


"You don't like the fact I'm paying you for this, do you?"


"I'm sure I'll enjoy it," I laughed, taking another swig of champagne.


"I'd have paid 3 Millions," he said.


"I'd have done it for free," I replied, trying to gain power over the argument. "Especially if it's true about the size of your cock."


"Do you get horny talking like that?" he asked.


"Like what?"


"Like a slut."



"Maybe," I shrugged. "Do you get hard when I talk like a slut?"


"What do you think?" he said, still in control.


I flicked my hair over my shoulder, closed my legs and leant forward again.


"I think you're getting hard. I think you want to see me naked. I think you want me to tease you and talk dirty to you. I think you want to watch me suck your cock."


"You think correctly Kajal, but we have all night so let's not rush it."


I drained my glass and held it out to him.


"Want to fill me up?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.


He took my glass and stood up. I tried to catch a glimpse of his package, but the angle was wrong. He filled my glass expertly, not spilling a drop or allowing it to overflow as it fizzed. He was a sophisticated man and oozed confidence.


He wasn't rising to my innuendo. He stood in front of me and passed me the glass. His crotch was now at eye level. His trousers were tight in all the right places. There was definitely a bulge down there, but he wasn't hard yet. I imagined his tight underwear would be keeping it in check. He sat back down.


"What else do you think I like?" he asked, sipping from his glass.


"I think you like my tight, firm, young body."


"Go on," he said, "let's see if you can really talk dirty and figure out what I like."


"Men are always visual, they like to watch. I think you'd like to see me throat you. All ten inches of you. Seeing my lips wrapped around it. Watching me struggle to take it all. Seeing me drooling saliva as my body tries to reject your shaft from my throat."



He shifted in his chair. Only slightly, but I noticed. I was starting to get to him.


"Would it make you feel powerful? Seeing me on my knees while you fuck my slutty mouth?"


"We'll soon see. Won't we."


"Or maybe you'd like to watch me masturbate? See my finger, my tight little pussy in front of you. Watch me rub my throbbing clit while I moan with pleasure. Watch me get myself to the point of orgasm and then stopping, teasing myself."


"Wow! That would be a sight to behold," he said. "Do you like masturbating in front of men?"


"I like a lot of things."


The sexual tension was so intense. We both wanted to fuck, but we both wanted to deny ourselves of it. Teasing each other, teasing ourselves. Wondering who would break first.


"Or maybe you'd like to see me undress slowly. Watching me reveal my pert young tits. Watch me caress them and push them into your face. Feeding my nipples into your mouth."


"You're good Kajal," he said. "Very good in fact. So dirty and descriptive."


"Getting hard are we?"


"Maybe. Keep going."


"Ok." I sipped from my glass. "I think you'd like to eat my twenty three year old pussy. Nice and young and tight and wet. Taste my meaty lips, suck on my clit. Feel me respond as I grind it into your face. I could spread my lips open for you with my fingers as you tongue fuck me."


"Tight and wet eh? Is it tight and wet?"


"Why don't you come and find out?"


"Patience Kajal. Keep going with your filthy talk."


"I know you're fucking hard now Ethan. I can almost smell the sex coming off you."


He shifted in his chair again.


"You want me to come over there and straddle you on that chair. Grind my pussy into your bulging trousers. Maybe I'd leak a little juice from my knickers and stain your trousers. Then you'd know how fucking juicy my cunt is. You could unzip my dress and suck on my tits as I undo your trousers and take your cock out. I could pull my panties to the side and slide you inside me. You'd feel me open and willing as I accept you inside my slippery fuck hole."


"Why don't you take those boots off Kajal?" he said, looking up and down my legs.


I had obviously got to him.


I put my glass down and stood up in front of him. I didn't bother smoothing my dress down. It had rode up enough to see the bottom of my underwear, but I knew he didn't mind. I moved closer to him and put my knee between his legs and pushed them apart. I stretched my left leg out past his head and put my foot on the back rest next to his right ear. He had a perfect view of the flimsy piece of fabric that was all there was between my pussy and his gaze. I slowly reached down and pulled the zip down on my boot as I bent forward. I pulled my foot out and threw the boot over the back of his chair. I placed my bare foot on his chest and gently dragged it down to his waist, across his lap and down his thigh. I avoided the obvious bulge in his pants.


"Don't you like my boots Ethan?" I asked, in a breathy voice.


"They're sexy as hell, but I prefer to see your legs."


I put my right boot next to his left ear and repeated the process. He glanced at my exposed crotch, which must have been glistening in the dim light. I knew my knickers were sodden and it must have been noticeable.



"Do you like my little panties? They don't cover much do they?"


"No they don't. They're so sexy," he gasped.


I undid my boot and it joined the other one. I repeated the dragging of my foot down his body, but I brushed it over his bulge this time. He was hard for sure, but definitely restricted from his underwear.


I straddled him in the chair, my knees either side of him. I was above him in a dominant position now as I flicked my hair over my shoulder, cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly on the lips. He felt warm and soft. He had no stubble and had just a hint of expensive aftershave.


"You want me to take control don't you Ethan? You want to feel dominated as I do what whores do to men."


"Yes. You know I'm already hard for you Kajal."


"I know, I felt it. I can't wait to feel you inside me, but I want something first."


"Name it," he said.


"Patience Ethan. We've got all night to remember."


I kissed him again softly, pushing my tongue into his mouth and finding his. He submitted and let my tongue explore inside. I bit his bottom lip and pulled away, letting it slip out of my lips and then I kissed him again. His arms were on the arm rests of the chair and he sat stock still. I stopped kissing him and sat on top of his thighs. I undid his tie slowly and threw it towards the bed. I positioned my hands on his chest and gripped his shirt.


"Is this shirt expensive?" I asked.


"Yes."


I ripped it open, buttons pinging off and onto the floor, exposing his chest.


"Oooops!" I said, putting my fingers to my mouth, like a naughty child.


"It's fine, I've got another one."


I slipped it off his shoulders, pulled it out of his waistband and threw it behind me. He had a nice body for is age. Well defined muscles and smooth skin.


"Looks like I'm not the only one who likes to stay in shape," I giggled.


"I do my best," he replied.


I kissed him again, my hands exploring his upper body, across his shoulders, down his arms. I grabbed his wrists and moved his hands and placed them on my waist, and pulled his face into my neck.


"Kiss my neck," I demanded softly.





He obeyed and nuzzled behind my ear, sucking gently on my neck.


"Mmmmm, that's it right there," I gasped, "you make me so fucking wet Ethan."


"God you smell good," he said, kissing me harder.


Charmi's pheromone trick seemed to be working. I giggled to myself inside.


"Mmmmm just think how nice my tight, young pussy smells."


I pushed his head back and kissed his lips again. Just once. I moved back and slowly pulled my shoulder straps down both sides.


"Unzip me," I said.


He reached behind me and pulled the zip down slowly. My dress went loose at the front and I put my arms in the air, inviting him to remove my dress. He pulled it over my head in one swift movement and threw it behind him.


I sat there in my bra and panties, letting him take in the view of my body. I felt in control of him. He'd do what I asked and wouldn't stop me doing things to him. This is what he'd wanted all along, to be dominated by me. He was about to get his wish.


"Do you like my body?"


"You're amazing," he gasped, sitting back slightly to take it all in.





"You like my perky tits? My flat stomach? My strong thighs?"


"Yes. Yes. All of you. You're so sexy Kajal."


I felt his cock twitching under my thigh. He was rock hard.


"Want me to suck your big fat cock?"


"Yes more than anything?"


"I told you I want something first."


"Name it."


I stood up on the chair and put one leg on the back rest. My panty clad pussy was inches from his face. He looked up between my legs as I towered above him.


"I want you to lick my pussy Ethan."