My Story by Vinman (repeat)

[Dreamer0410]

It hit her like a tonne of bricks.  Nobody had dared to talk to her like that. 

 

She wanted to show him who was the boss but he was too good for her to nail him.

 

Also the fact that he was from DCE and was on internship, meant that she didn’t make any difference to the way he worked. He was connected well enough to get a fake certificate of internship from anywhere.  It was Vicky’s dedication and ethics which made making him work so hard.  It was one of the firsts in those years. The office had bagged a big order and had organized a rain dance party.  Young boys and girls drinking and dancing away to glory.  He had also picked a girs who were not averse to his stares and had a quickie with her behind the bushes.  The water & booze did magic to the girls and they were all like desireable sluts.

 

He had seen something very valuable that day.

 

Even Shipra was enjoying the water. She was wearing a light cotton shirt and as the water poured, it stuck to her body like a second skin thereby exposing a lot.  She was wearing dark coloured undergarment on her bountiful chest and the melons stood out proudly.

 

Vicky ensured that she saw him staring at her and a couple of times he saw her stealing glances at his package confined in jeans.

 

4 days after the rain dance party, it was decided that the team should visit the Mumbai to understand the model adopted by their sister concern from the parent group.  As luck would have it, both the Sandeeps fell ill and the only ones dispensable were Queen Bee and Vicky.

 

Airlines were pretty costly those days and hence it was decided that both will go via Rajdhani.  Two tickets of AC 1st Class were booked.  (Due to her seniority she got the higher grade booking and since Vicky was going along with her, he also got the same)

 

It was supposed to be a 3 day visit. They had left for Mumbai on Monday evening Rajdhani and were to take the return train on Thursday evening and reach on Friday morning. 

 

AC 1st Class is usually a very less occupied coach.  There were two AC 1st Class Coaches and they got seats in the second one.  The second one had very few names on the list.  There were hardly anyone in the Coach.  An old aged man came to check the tickets and took them for lovers and left them alone.  Their coupe had lockable door and had two berths to sleep.

 

The train started and they settled down, as it crossed Delhi borders, Shipra brought out a notebook to discuss some issues with Vicky.

 

She wanted to pin him down.

 

She was wearing trousers and a shirt. The trouser were hugging her curves like a glove and also highlighted the outlines of her panty.

 

Once she was standing with her back towards Vicky and he was focused on her sexy ass. She looked back and asked him angrily “kya dekh raha hai” (what are you staring at)

 

He coolly replied “Gateway to heaven”

 

He had angered her further.

 

The teaw,.'s, etc came and served the evening snacks to be then followed by dinner some time later.  It was during this period that she had given work to Vicky involving quite a few calculations as per project

 

The pantry guys came and took away the plates etc. Vicky went to the washroom and changed into much comfortable shorts and t-shirt.  They had crossed the Kota Station.

 

Shipra too got up to change and when she came out, Vicky fought very hard for his jaw not to drop.

 

She was wearing a half sleeved white t-shirt, a couple of sizes too short accentuating the boobies perfectly.  The cleavage was just delicious.  The denim short was a bit too short, ending well before her knees, exposing a lot of thigh flesh and hugged her ass pretty well.

 

The tent was forming in his shorts and he sat in a position to try and not make the tent obvious.

 

She had a plan to dominate him and show who was the boss.

 

He had a simpler plan – how to screw her.

 

As Vicky showed her the calculations etc, there was one minor mistake.  A matter of oversight which did not make major changes to the overall result.

 

She was waiting for such an opportunity and went berserk.

 

“Apne aap ko bahut bond samajhta hai” (you consider yourself a bond) “itna saa kaam theek nahin hota” (cannot do the work correctly)

 

He said nothing.

 

“Style jitna marwaalo” (he is all style)

 

He was getting angry now and said “theek hai – it was a mistake but not a blunder – faaltu kyon bhadak rahi ho” (ok -  - why are you getting angry unnecessaritly)

 

She did not relent for a few more minutes and continued shouting at him.

 

He was angry but controlled and only looked at her sternly.  She continued.

 

He got up and went out only to find that upto 3 coupes on either side were not occupied and they were pretty much alone there.

 

As he entered, she again started “how dare you walked out”

 

“toh kya ukhaad legi” (so what will you do) said he and continued “Teri jaisee ko main takke par naa poochoon” (I don’t care about someone like you)

 

“Tere phattu pati tera gulaam hoga – main nahin” (your wimp husband may be your slave but not me)

 

Now it was her turn to get angrier. 

 

She came close to him and confronted him. 

 

She wanted to dominate.

 

The heated exchange continued for a few minutes.

 

“Slap” she hit him.

 

“Slap, Slap” he hit her back, doubling the complement.

 

She fell back. Though he had hit her lightly but it was too much for her. More than her body – her ego was hit harder.

 

She got up to confront him only to find an angry Vicky holding the back of her head with his hands gripping the pony tail and seething in anger.

 

“Oye model – pata hai tu kaise yahan tak pahunchi hai” (hey you model – I know how you have reached till this far)

 

“Rain Dance party waale din dekh liya thaa jab tu Sr VP aur Jt MD ke lund choos rahi thee” (had seen you sucking cocks of Sr VP and Jt MD on the Rain Dance Party day)

 

“Lund choosne waali raand – ab tu mujhe maths sikhaayegi” (you cock sucking whore, you will teach me maths now)

 

“2 ya 7 ka difference nahin samajh aaya toh decimal addition mein galti ho gayi thee toh bahut garmi dikha rahi hai” (could not differentiate between 2 & 7 due to handwriting, hence the mistake in decimal addition, you are showing temper)

 

This was much unexpected.  The boy was incharge now.

 

The fact that he knew about her cock sucking at the sidelines of the Party and her career ascent to sexual favours had deflated her.

 

Worst was that she could not harm him.  He was a student on Internship.  Internship certificates are most easy to obtain.  Also the Sr VP and Jt MD cannot do anything to him.  He is a DCE student, not an employee of their company.

 

Shipra was crestfallen.

 

He had dominated and screwed many a woman to know how to win the crucial areas.

 

She had nothing to say and looked down at the floor.

 

He pulled her head back and planted a forceful kiss on her lips.  Her lips were shut tightly with hands moving here and there, but he pinned her down on the coupe wall and continued to put pressure with his tongue.  She resisted the pressure with all her might but to no avail.  Millimeter by millimeter her lips parted to make way for the tongues to meet.

 

As she felt the tongue over tongue she tried to break away but was forced not to get away.

 

This time the tongues met for a wee bit longer with Shipra parting her lips ever more. After a few seconds of saliva exchanges, she pushed him back.  She was not comfortable with the fact that she enjoyed the kiss even with the youngster dominating her mind and body.

 

He looked at victoriously and she was sheepish.

 

“Don’t worry – kisi ko nahin bataunga” (will not tell anyone) 

 

She kept silent.  She was disgusted with herself. 

 

She was sitting on the berth with Vicky standing in front of her with his tool pointing straight at her face, though well within the confines of his shorts.

 

With one last hurrah, she decided to confront him and got up to face him.

 

“Tum mere saath yeh nahin kar sakte” (you cant do this to me)

 

“Kya nahin kar sakta” (what I cannot do)

 

“yahi” (this)

 

“yahi kya” (this - what)

 

“yahi toh tumne kiya abhi” (what you did now)

 

“Challenge hai ya request”

 

She kept silent.

 

This time he pinned her on the wall, with his large hand holding both the wrists over her head.  Now he started to kiss her again.  This time parting of lips was a much easier process and it coupled with the boob press, she was in a dilemma.

 

The slut in her wanted to enjoy the sexual trip but the boss in her wanted to dominate.

 

Unvoluntarily, she let out a moan.

 

A moan of passion.

 

A moan of submission.

 

A moan of opportunities.

 

A moan of subservience.

 

A moan of victory.

 

A moan of loss.

 

It was much easier than he had thought. Perhaps the slut in her had taken over.

 

He pushed her down to the berth and was now on top of her, kissing her all over the face, upper bossom and pressing her boobs violently.  She was still putting up a token resistance. After a short while the token resistance too faded away. 

 

He got up and rather than pulling off her clothes, took out his ace, his cock.

 

One look at the proud piston and she was floored.

 

She involuntarily licked her lips, which was not lost on him.

 

The tool was shining and was out in all its glory.  He just moved a bit forward and let the piston dangle in front of her lips. She was more than a willing partner now.  She held the thick base of the shaft and kissed the dick knob.  She licked the foreskin and started playing with the tool.

 

Playing with the Senior Management’s tool had given her position, salary hike, comforts but this one had the potiential of satisfying her completely.  The slut in her had taken over.  She was finding it difficult to swallow the double digit inched tool size

 

Inch by inch quite a bit of it vanished in her mouth, hitting the throat with some effect. She was an expert cock sucker, beating so many others before her who did the honours.  Though everyone before her also used the hands, tongue, saliva, lips combination but she did it much better. 

 

It is like all of us holding the bat in our hands but Sachin knows the best way to use it.

 

Lick by lick she was making him closer to cumming.  At times the tongue would lick the knob, some times as a shock therapy she would give a soft bite.  The fingers played with the balls, the hands would stroke the tool and then leave it in between only to resume the pleasureable torture moments later.  Sometimes she would put a lot of saliva on the knob and then lick it off.  She was not averse to licking his balls either.  A great sensation ran through when she licked the underside of his balls.

 

He had by now parked himself on the berth with his back resting the wall adjacent to the window.  Shipra was fully focused on the mammoth task at her hand. 

 

For him her skill in cock sucking was unparallel.

 

For her his staying power was unparallel.  So many before him had cummed much earlier.  Some had cummed over twice during such a long duration.

 

Both were impressed with each other’s skill and stamina.

 

After another good 7-8 minutes his pole erupted. It was like a small fountain of his semen. 

 

The slut licked it all up.  The semen hit her face and forehead and she wiped it off too.    

 

They were some distance away from Ratlam station. 

 

He was lying on the berth with Shipra on top of him.  The well proportioned assets were in direct contact with his body parts.

 

They were talking sweet nothings.

 

After sometime they were involved in passionate kissing.

 

Off went her top and she was left to lay there in only her skimpiest of shorts.

 

Her heavy heaving boobs were right in front of his face with her hair covering his face completely.  It was erotic.  She was playing with him in terms of kissing him and then getting up not allowing him to dominate anytime.  So continuing with the same theme she brought the melons in front of his face and as he got up to lick them moved them away.

 

She was enjoying this form of domination and he was enjoying it too.  Such exercise brought both a bit closer.  His hands were now mauling her ass globes and he turned her in a manner which made her back on his chest.  One hand went to play with the supple boobs and the other one went to win over the love nest.

 

He rubbed the pussy over the material of her shorts.  If the index finger did magic to her love nest, it was the combination of his thumb, index finger play with her nippies and licking of her ear and nearby flesh which was inflicting heavy duty sensations to her.

 

The button of her short went off and gradually the journey south started.  She folded her legs to help him remove the shorts completely.  There was no panty inside? (she was also perhaps wanting this and hence the easy transition from fight to sucking)

 

She was expecting an onslaught on her pussy now but he had other ideas.  The hands went to play with her boobs and rubbed them, mauled them, pinched them, massaged them.  She just loved his hands. The hands knew how to do magic and she loved such magic.  The sensitive areas of aerolas and nippies came in for some special attention.  All the while, the neck and nape were being bombarded with long licks and kisses intermittently.  She nippies had stiffened due to the sensitive nature and coupled with the effective AC.  They stood out like erasers. The harder they got, the more pleasure they gave her upon tweaking.  The sensitive boobs were now responding to touches.

 

The touches which were so different

 

Touches, so manly yet so caring and sensitive

 

Touches which knew when and where to attack.

 

Touches knowing all the erotic zones on a boob

 

Touches – Which knew how to pleasure the woman.

 

If the touches cause her immense pleasurable misery, the ones which affected the southern zone a bit later wreathed havoc on her. The havoc she would gladly undergo any day/night.

 

The index finger of his right hand, pressed the areas around her pussy lips. The expert knew when to press and when to get away.  The alternate pressing and withdrawal of pressure was giving her new sensations.  The guys who she had been with were more interested the screwing part rather than the foreplay.  This kid was an expert player and led from the ‘fore’ front.

 

The finger reached the base of her lower lips and pressed it a bit hard. As she grimaced in pain the thumb moved to intrude the slightly open lips. She felt two intrusions.  Both by thumbs on sets of lips on her face and on her crotch.  This was also a first for her and she was loving such firsts today.

 

By now the cumulative foreplay had taken its toll on her, she had started feeling some familiar movement deep within.  As she felt the build up deep down, he removed his fingers from her pussy though the attack on her boobs continued.  As the fire within subsided a bit went down a wee bit, insertion of first three fingers intruded her pussy like no end.  It was big intrusion even for the experienced model.

 

He rotated the fingers inside to cause her a lot of misery and stoke the fires again.  The inner walls of her pussy loved her magical touches and worked overtime to buildup the love juices.

 

He entangled his legs with his to bring hold hers with his so that her movement was restricted.  The assault deep down continued stoking the fire within.

 

The licking and kissing of her nape was gently stoking the ever building up fire whereas the finger intrusions was adding heavy duty fuel to it. 

 

Minute-by-minute it was becoming unbearable for her.  She wanted to escape from his clutches and move violently with a violent impending orgasm but could not.  If the expert cock sucker like her made him cum earlier, it was now his turn to return the favours.

 

Shipra swayed her head heavily with almost a prayer on her lips to let her go.  Vicky had increased the pressure on her pussy and his tool did the same on her ass and his hands on her boobs and his lips on her neck nape and shoulders.  Such a multipronged approached in love making was too much for her during her ‘inner explosion’ time.  She shrieked and tried again to wriggle out, thereby increasing the contact between his cock and her ass. He too was now mauling her ample mammaries pretty violently.

 

“Yeeeeeeeeeessssssss” “noooooooooooooo” “oh gooooooooooodddd” she screamed indicating the arrival of a heavy orgasm.

 

She had never cummed like this before.  The love juices made a trickle from her pussy to travel over her thighs.  Vicky rubbed that juice around her pussy only.

 

Even in the cool temperatures of her coupe, she was sweating.

 

Both lay still for over a few minutes, not saying a whisper but enjoying each other’s skins on each other.

 

She was breathing heavily thereby causing protruded up & down movements of the ample dusky bosom.

 

Both knew that they would like to do many more things with each other.

Vicky made her turn around to lay on top of him while facing each other. This made her boobs crash on his chest.  His hands resting on her bottom curves.

 

“you liked the foreplay” he asked

 

“mmmm” came the reply

 

“3-4 din mein full masti karenge”

 

“mmmmm” the damsel purred

 

“calculations waal drama kyon” (why the acting during calculations) he implored

 

“dekhna chahati thi ki dum hai ya nahin” (wanted to see if you had guts)

 

“Kya dikha” (what did you see)

 

“Dum hai” (you have guts)

 

“kab se plan kiya thaa” (since when did you plan this)

 

“Auntiyon waale answer ne trigger kiya thaa – rain dance waale din – tera tent dekh kar mood bana thaa” (your aunties answer ((during smoking session initiated the interest)) on rain dance day had seen the tent in your pants which interested me)

 

He smiled – once he did not mind losing

 

They continued talking and loving each other. (Not including parts of pussy fucking to reduce repetition)

 

He then got up and she too got up.

 

He made her take the support of the window.

 

She did. 

 

She realized, he wanted to do her ass, she was happy.

 

She did not realize one thing that the train was going to stop at Ratlam station for a 2-3 minute stop and Vicky had not switched off the lights of her coupe.  This meant anyone outside on the platform would have a great view of her.

 

He parted her legs with her feet about 18 inches apart.  She was bent from waist onwards, forward and hands rested on the window panes and held them tight.  Vicky stood close to her ass and she felt the impact of the lovely cock on her globes and she loved it.

 

Unknown to them, a tea-w,.' at the Ratlam station was coming in for his shift at the stall on the platform. Usually the tea-snacks stalls at the Railway station are open 24x7 and you have guys manning them in shifts.  Ramu had just come in for his shift starting at around 11pm and was settling in.  Being night, the rush was much thinner as compared with day time but still good enough to keep him occupied.  Even he didn’t know what was in store for him that day.

 

The hands were on the window pane and the intruder had started penetrating the much penetrated asshole of the dusky model.  But this time the drilling machine was pretty big. Much bigger in size and much bigger in terms of horsepower and longevity and she was going to love it.  The regular screwing and sucking had made her fall in love with his cock and stamina.

 

Her upper body had a thin sheen of the love juices rubbed on her.  The combined effect of the sheen and sweat on her body was simply mind boggling.  She shone like a dusky goddess.  The much protruded ass was issuing SOS to all who cared to come and screw it like there was no tomorrow.  The dusky babe was a tall luscious lass whose attitude matched her ample assets.  She was crying out for an ass fuck and Vicky was there to oblige. The hair were untied and hanging around the shoulders. Vicky took his favourite position and held the mane in his hand as if riding the horse and started the penetration. 

 

The movement of the train had helped him build a rhythm and within a few strokes his forward movement, Shipra’s backward movement of her ass and the train movement were synchronized in perfection. It was like an orchestra playing out in unison.  The three movement orchestra was doing wonders to the lady.  This had made her help Vicky reach unknown depths of her anal hole.  His big tool made her feel full and complete that day. Nobody and mean it nobody could do this to her, though she had a part to play in this but still he was special.  Stroke by stroke the depth of penetration increased to unknown lengths & depths to her hitherto.  The big bulbous knob of the piston was creating special effect for her. 

 

His hands were all over her, playing with her boobs, her pussy with the cock and finger coming together for a double penetration effect on her.  The fingers went deep in her pussy, the cock went deep in her ass to creat the magical effect.  She was getting the royal fuck from the same chap.

 

When she wanted him to continue more in her pussy, he would withdraw his hands and play in the area around the pussy.  When she wanted him to play with her sensitive inner thighs then he would move to boobs.  Then at times, as if reading her mind, he would do whatever she wanted him to do, from boobs, to thighs, to pussy, to her face, shoulders.  She thought it he did it.  It brought her pleasure.  She thought it and he did something else being one step ahead of her brought her both pleasure and frustration.

 

He poured water on her from the water bottle, thereby bringing in a much cool sensation causing the nippies to get firm due to coupling effect of water and AC cooling.

 

Some times he would disengage from her ass and will hold the boobs, maul them and lick her back dry.  Once he went between her legs to lick her pussy off.  All the while, her position remained the same. 

 

The train was on time and Ramu was expecting it within next few minutes.

 

Such passionate love making ensured that she had no time for any other thoughts and when he returned back to the original position, it was too late to realize.  The first notions of what could have been struck her when she saw the lights before the platform.  The rows of tubelights before a major station always indicate the arrival of a station and also that the train had slowed down considerably.  Usually the compartments are dark at night and the platform has light meaning you can see from inside but not from outside during dark.  However, now the case had reversed, it was lit inside with some light on the platform. 

 

Ramu looked at his left and saw the train arriving on time.  Usual for him.  Since the stop was a very short one, he did not expect any customers at this late hour.  Bogey by bogey train was moving in slowing down to a halt and what he saw just took his breath away.

 

He saw a gorgeous babe with hands on the window glass in her birthday suit enjoying the anal fuck by a young man in a well lit coupe.  He just could not take his eyes off from the scene in front off.  Within seconds a small crowd gathered in front of the coupe.

 

Shipra said “koi dekh lega bahar se” (someone will see from outside)

 

“so what – kaun pehechanega” (who will recognize us)

 

“kitne log dekh rahe honge bahar se” (how many must be seeing from outside)

 

“mujhe kya pata” (how do I know) he responded

 

“3 minute ka stop hai – kya ho jayega” (it’s a 3 minute stop – what will happen) he continued.

 

The slut in her was enjoying the assumed focus no end.  She now wanted to put a show and off went one hand to finger her pussy.  She was playing with her pussy and putting up a show for an unseen audience.  She removed her finger from her pussy, rubbed over her boobies and then licked it clean. Gosh she knew how to perform.

 

So many cocks on the platform had risen in unison to salute the lovers. Only if she could see from inside what she was doing to them. She had no idea.  Those were not the days of mobile camera and MMS’s lest she would have been a celebrity.  Ramu was thanking his stars that day.  He had seen some stuff from compartments but this was beyond him.

 

The force of his penetration had increased, the sound of train horn indicated the movement time for them.  As the train moved slowly, the crowd too started walking at its pace to not to loose sight of its favourite coupe.  Speed increased – for the three – train, Vicky’s strokes and the group movement and gradually only two could keep pace with each other, Train and Vicky.  Shipra did waved her hands from inside to an unseen audience which she believed were there. The unseen audience too waved back.

 

The force of the strokes indicated time of his cumming and cum did he, filling her asshole with his love juices.  They then fell on the coupe floor after a very satisfying sex spiced up by the Ratlam station incident.

 

During the 3 day trip and return journey they fucked like rabbits.

 

They even fucked in the office they went to.

 

Slept in one room though 2 separate were allotted to them.

 

It was monsoon season got drenched once and then fucked at a secluded spot.

 

Their colleagues from Bombay office took them around but they manage to screw at one such visit also.

 

The visit for successful and sexful and they came back with great results.

 

Vicky’s internship got over and he got a great recommendation from Shipra and she too became one of her many exploits who were visited again many times.  He got the offer of joining their company after completion of his Engineering.  He was very happy. 

 

Life was so kind to him….