[madiha.agarwal]

I was having 'quality time at home' which translates to eating my dinner while my father was watching the news channel and my mother working in the kitchen. We have developed this routine from childhood where we don't talk much unless we need to. Nowadays I'm avoiding conversations even more as it'll end up with them mentioning a 'sweet' guy I should meet so that they can discuss the marriage with his parents. I'm now praying for an onsite opportunity so that I can shut up this talk for a while.


"Shuruga blah blah something something in Japanese..." started blasting from my phone. It was the Death Note ringtone which Neha configured in my mobile as her personal caller ID. I know it sounds strange why she should set her tune in another's phone, but that's how Neha is.

I looked at my dad and his eyes moved slightly and one of his eyebrows was raised. He didn't like anyone answering the phone while eating, although we used to do the same when he had a landline before the mobile revolution. He was daring me to answer it. I immediately cut the call and kept it on the table. He then turned his attention back to the TV.

"SHURUGA ..." I immediately picked it up and cut it off. This time my dad turned his neck and gave a slight frown. But I knew Neha. Once she wants to call you, she will keep trying until you pick it up.

The third time I didn't wait for it to ring and immediately picked it up. I barely said hello before Neha started babbling.

"OH MADIHA, YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!" shrieked Neha in her high pitched anime girl voice, which indicated that she was pretty excited.

"Can't it wait?" I whispered.

"NO, THIS IS VERY VERY IMPORTANT, I NEED YOUR HELP. I JUST HAVE TO TELL IT NOW!!"

I turned and observed my dad looking at me with dead eyes, disgusted how half his DNA doesn't have any characteristics of him.

"It's my teammate Neha, there's some issue at the office," I explained half-heartedly, hoping he would buy it. I turned back to the phone.

"What? The batch process fetched the wrong employees. Did you check the parameters?" I started talking more IT jargon as I left the plate and washed my hands in the sink, then walked quickly to the safety of my bedroom.

"What are you even talking about?" exclaimed Neha, "We are not even in production support to work today." I sighed. It was no use trying to explain that I had to make up a story to get away from my parents.

"Leave it, now tell me what's so important to disturb me in the middle of my dinner?" I asked.

"Didn't you call me in the middle of my sleep to tell about your bus adventure?" she retorted.

"Ok, fair point. Now tell me what happened?"

"You won't believe what..." She started again.

"Are you pregnant?" I asked.

"NOOOO," her anime voice came back "I;m on the pill, remember,So are you?"

"Did Fiona walk in on you?"

"She is in her native place, remember?" she said back. Yes, the Shrek mouse was having a party while the Fiona cat was away.

"Then there is nothing important. Bye." I said.

"No no no!" she screamed "Don't cut the call! I need to tell you what uncle did today."

"What's there to explain?" I said, "He has tried all poses of Kama sutra with us."

'Or the ones his fat body was capable of,' I thought to myself.

"No, today was so different. We did it outdoors and almost got caught many times." I could sense her blushing at the other end.

"What?" My eyes went as big as saucers. "Did you just say outdoors?"

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"Yes!" she replied.


"What the hell do you mean by you almost got caught?" I interrogated her.

"Well, they walked in on us while we were doing it, but it's no big deal," she replied.

"No big deal?" I fumed in anger "Do you even realize how stupid you were? What if that bites you back in the future?"

"Don't worry, that's why uncle took us to a place 30 km away from the city."

"Still, a single picture can screw your life. Don't you know everyone has a mobile these days?"

"Arey baba, we aren't that dumb!" Neha replied grumpily.

'Oh girl, you are.' I thought. "Ok, so tell me what happened." This story was getting interesting.

"So after you left yesterday for the train station, I called Shrek uncle and he came to pick me up on his scooter. Your workmate Vipul was actually relieved. He was still vomiting from all the alcohol he drank at the party, and he couldn't drive anywhere. But you know what uncle did when we got home?"

"Well his wife wasn't home, you were dressed in that semi-transparent saree with noodle strap blouse and most of all, and he is a shameless horny bastard." I said sarcastically "No shit Sherlock, I know exactly what happened when you got home. In fact, I would be surprised if he didn't lay a hand on you. But that would mean the world will be coming to an end."

"Oh yeah, spaketh the lady who gave a blowjob to a stranger on a bus..." retorted Neha.

"Ok ok ok," I tried to calm her "let's not get into specifics."

"The moment we got home, he hardly waited for me to lock the door. Immediately he pinned me against the wall. He pulled down the pallu of my saree. Then he tore down the straps of my blouse and pulled out my breasts. While he was suckling them, he began pulling up my saree and petticoat. With frenzy, he once again tore my panties. He pulled out his dick and then started fucking me in the standing position itself with me sandwiched between him and the wall."

I could hear the disgust, but also excitement in her voice. Shrek looked like his movie namesake, but he knew he could do anything to us because he was our landlord. Unless his ogre wife found out.

"I could no longer handle it and hugged him tight and wrapped my legs around him. This went on until we both came. Then he pushed me on the bed and started removing my saree finally..."

"Wait wait wait," I interrupted, "you said something about public sex and almost getting caught etc. But this is just the plain stuff he normally does."

"Well Madiha," she replied, "you should know that patience is a virtue and we will come to that."

"But," I replied "I left my dinner halfway and got the telltale Stare from my dad. I need to get back soon."

"Don't worry madam," assured Neha "I'll be crisp and finish it in five more minutes."
I sighed as her "five minutes" meant a different time every time. And never just five minutes.

Neha continued, "So he fulfilled his desire of fucking me in the saree and he then stripped me nude. He made me blow him off and then some 69 and after that some doggie. Then you called and it was fun talking to you while he was pounding me. Then I rode him till we were tired and slept off.

The next morning you called me and it woke me up from a deep sleep, but uncle wasn't there. On the chair, there was this Pikachu t-shirt and the knee-length skirt of mine which I understood was meant for me. I freshened up and took a bath.

Shrek then arrived with two packets of hot idly and sambhar. We ate them and he said we should go out and buy some vegetables. I knew it was a trap but that only made me excited. When I picked up my scooter key, he said doesn't worry as he had better transport available. When I went outside, it was a mid-range hatchback SUV."

"Since when did he buy an SUV?" I asked. Shrek was a miser and he found a way to eat at our expense many times.

"I too asked the same." replied Neha, "He said a friend had loaned it to him. I saw that the backseat was folded to make a bigger space and knew he had something sinister in mind. He then drove the car and instead of going to the nearby market, he started heading outside the city limits. When I asked him why he said the vegetables are fresher outside the city."

Indian cities might look modern, but if you move 50 km away you will be transported almost back in time to post-independence era.

"So we reached a small town." continued Neha "and he stopped the car and said we will buy vegetables but first he wanted me to remove my bra and panties."

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"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. These small towns would pass dirty looks if you don't wear a duppata over churidar, let alone a woman wearing a t-shirt and skirt. The last thing you would want to do is to go braless. "Please tell me you didn't."


Neha kept quiet and I understood what might have happened. "

What the fuck Neha, how can you be so naive? I would have asked him to go fuck himself."

"Oh you mean that girl who had her bra and panties on the floor in a crowded bus while giving blowjob to a stranger she just met?" countered Neha.

"That's different," I tried to reason but I knew I had no moral high ground. "Ok, continue."

"So after thinking for a while, I finally removed my bra from under my t-shirt and slid down the panties and gave them to him. We went to the market and naturally everyone was staring at me. Shrek whispered in my ear 'How does it feels about the fact that no one except me knows I'm not wearing any panties?'

I ended up feeling really excited over the staring more than being disgusted. I could feel myself getting moist and my nipples getting erect. I knew it wasn't ideal but I had no control.

Uncle made me stop at a shop and asked me to buy vegetables. The shopkeeper was trying to make sense of what kind of relationship we had. He was talking with uncle in a local language. I couldn't shake off the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties and my wetness could show over my skirt.

The shopkeeper kept telling me to take this, take that and I was picking them by bending as sitting down would have exposed my naked crotch to him. I picked up the tomatoes and gave them to him, and then saw his eyes. They were staring at me like a child at a lollipop. I realized that while I was so aware of hiding my crotch, I totally forgot that he had a good glimpse of my cleavage and possibly a lot of my breast."

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, "And that bastard was making you do this?"

"Yes, I got so embarrassed that I dropped the basket and ran away from the market. But then I remembered that I didn't even know which village it was and most importantly, I didn't even have a single rupee in my hand or any id. So I had to wait for uncle to arrive.
He arrived after a while carrying a big load of vegetables. I got so angry that I started beating him. He was instead laughing and telling me that he got the vegetables at half rate and if I stayed some more he would have gotten a better discount."

"Fucking cheapskate." I added "Remember he has paid for pizza only once so far, even though he eats more than us combined.'' We were not gold diggers but we expect men to always pay, but this guy was already charging us high rent and never chipped in for food or drink after he fucked us. I was sure he spent all his money he had hidden from his ogre wife on those blue sex pills.

"Yeah, he acts as if we would be grateful for him to have sex with us. Then he drove the SUV to an abandoned park. He asked me to go behind the front seats. I knew he had planned this well ahead as he had lowered the back seats to give more space.

Since I was only wearing a t-shirt and skirt, he got me naked in quick time but he only removed his pants. He made me give him a blowjob and then he pushed me against the back window so hard that my hands were flat on the window and then he started fucking me in doggie position."

I remembered how I struggled on the bus trying to get the stranger's penis into me until we gave it up. I guess l might have indirectly given an idea for Shrek to do something similar with Neha.

"So I was looking down and then looked outside. I was shocked to see a man looking straight at me from outside." continued Neha

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I was so afraid as I wasn't wearing a single piece of cloth and I was sure he was able to see everything. I tried to free myself but uncle had put me in such a grip. I tried to protest but he said that the glass was tinted.

I looked at the man outside again and realized that it was true. He was trying to look but he couldn't see anything so I was safe. All the windows were closed and the AC was on full blast. I was actually getting hot over the fact that I was so close to public sex while fully protecting my modesty."

"You li'l whore. When did you become an exhibitionist? " I chided.

"Oh come on, the only reason you did had sex on the bus was the thrill of getting caught." Neha retorted.

'Oh God, she keeps going back to that whenever I tell her.' I groaned to myself.

"So uncle increased his speed and I too was getting hot, mostly because of the audience and I came very quickly. He did the usual thing by lying down and making me ride him. I sat on his cock and started riding him in cowgirl position and only then I noticed that there were actually three of them watching, not one. I guess the motion of the car must have tipped them off.

One of them pointed to the front and they all moved to the front of the car. They squatted over the windshield and were peering in."

"So they were able to see you then?" I asked.

"I don't think so. It was dark inside, so they may have just seen a silhouette of me moving in the car," replied Neha.

"Well maybe, that's what I think." she tried to explain, but I think she was reassuring herself more than me. "Well then, after a while we both came and he dressed up but he still didn't allow me to dress. Now we had a big problem. We had to get in the front of the car and say hello to the Audience.

Uncle didn't mind and just went ahead and sat in the driver's seat and told them dismissively to move away. One of them asked to show madam's face but he switched on the engine and put the car in drive. But then he lowered the rear window and they all peered in. I felt like a zoo animal being looked at as they were both shocked and in awe of me being naked in front of them. I shouted at Shrek to leave and he drove the car away while they kept running behind for a while."

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I was angry at Shrek for doing this to my friend, but I was actually getting hot over her having sex right next to three strangers. It was our ultimate dare and a big turn on for me. I thought there was no way Neha could beat me having sex on a bus, but she had found one. Actually, Shrek had found one.


"So,he gave back my dress but didnt allow me to wear bra and panty" Neha continued "After that, we drove to a hotel and had lunch. Just normal thalli meals filled with stares from the waiters hoping that they can x-ray through my dress.

Then we went to a small dilapidated cinema theatre which looked like it might collapse any day. The ticket usher gave us dirty looks and when I went into the theatre, I realized why."
"Oh, was it a soft-core porn movie?" I asked her excitedly. Some old theatres used to show such movies for decades to satisfy the Indian male curiosity before internet porn became mainstream.

"No. You and your dirty mind." chided Neha "It wasn't porn but some local language movie. It wasn't the movie why we went there. The entire theatre was almost empty except for a few couples sitting here and there enjoying their privacy from prying Indian eyes."

I remembered those theatres well as I went to one of them a lot during college times with my then boyfriend. I was curious to know what Shrek further did in this pseudo romantic spot for Indian couples.

"So, the theatre was dark and the movie had already begun. We sat in one of the isolated spots. The moment we sat down he pulled up my skirt to reveal my crotch. Then he pulled up my shirt to display my breasts. So we kept watching the movie while his hands were alternating between them. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick and made me stroke it."

"Didn't anyone notice?" I asked. I was getting very moist listening to Neha's very long 'five-minute' tale.

"Not at first," Neha replied.

"So they noticed?" I gasped.

"Well after a while. I started giving him a blowjob while seated and then he suggested I ride him in reverse cowgirl position. So I was riding him and watching the movie while he was playing with my breasts from behind. Maybe I was a little too loud and they heard my voice over the theatre music."

Neha was downplaying how loudly she moaned, as she sounded like those anime cartoon girls and she is very expressive in her voice during sex. I'm sure her voice would easily be heard by neighbors, except in our case it was the neighbor who came to our house causing the noise.

"So I was riding him," Neha continued "and then I noticed that almost every other couple had stopped and were looking at us even though they could only see silhouettes in that flickering light. But I made me feel embarrassed and a bit hot too. But I told him we should stop this.

He agreed and we adjusted our dress and went out, but immediately he pulled me into the toilet. It was very dirty and smelly. It almost made me want to vomit. But Shrek had no second thoughts. He made me put my hands against the wall and then bend over. He pulled my skirt up and slapped my butt cheeks. Then he started humping me from behind.
He pulled my shirt up and started cupping my breasts holding them for support. This was going on for some time until the door creaked open and I saw the shadow of a person enter."

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

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"Oh my God!" I gasped. She was giving me more jump scares than 'The Conjuring' movie. "What did you do?"

"I took my t-shirt and pulled it over my face," replied Neha sheepishly.

"Really..." I was shocked at her decision "Of all the places you decided to cover - your face? You exposed nearly everything else."

"Ok, I agree it maybe wasn't my best decision." countered Neha "But I was pushed against the wall and I made sure if he decided to take a photo or video, it wouldn't expose who I was."

I thought about her logic. It seemed to make some sense. I asked her, "So what happened next?"

"Well, uncle was going on at double his normal fat speed as I guess he was more excited. I didn't know the intruder was still there as my face was covered, but I felt that he was still watching and that made me very hot. I reached my orgasm very soon. Uncle too didn't take much time and he shot a full load inside me. When I finally got the courage to remove the t-shirt off my face, the voyeur wasn't there."

"You are extremely lucky," I warned "or else he might have wanted sloppy seconds and Shrek is the kind of creep who would have allowed it."

"Ewwww..." Neha's anime voice was back "C'mon dear, you are always suspicious of him despite the three months we have 'known' him."

I shook my head and said to myself, 'Oh God Neha, just believe that God sent you a guardian angel in my form on your first day of orientation, but I have done a bad job so far.'

"So we came out of the bathroom," continued Neha "while his cum was dripping out of me as I didn't want to wash it off in that dirty water. We walked to the car and I wiped it off with tissues. Then he started the car and moved off from that town. When I asked him where we were going, he said he got permission to use his friend's farmhouse for the night.

After we moved out of town and we're going down a single road, he asked me to remove my shirt. I told him I wouldn't, but he said this road isn't used much and no one could spot me that quickly as the SUV is very tall."

"Just tell me you didn't comply with his request." I pleaded, but I feared it would be the opposite.

"Well, " replied Neha " He did have a point, and I thought it would be more adventurous. I removed my shirt and then I dropped my skirt and sat nude in the car. He kept using his one hand to touch me from time to time. There wasn't much traffic, but then a guy was coming on a scooter and for one second he blinked as if he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. We both laughed at it.

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I decided to tease him by removing his zip and pulling out his cock. He kept telling me that it's distracting but I didn't care. I bent down and started sucking it. At least this way I'd be invisible to the passerby. I started getting the feeling of a bumpy ride as if he was no longer driving on the road."

Honestly, I was getting hot while I was hearing this and my hands went deeper into my pyjama pants. I started slowly rubbing my pussy.

"So he stopped the SUV and I looked around. We were in the middle of the grasslands. There was just open space for miles and not a single soul to be seen. He immediately got out and then pulled me out of the SUV. I was feeling really excited about having sex totally in public. I immediately tore off his shirt and pants.

We were both nude as Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I put his shirt down on the ground and lay on it. He lay on the top of me and inserted his pecker inside me. I could see the sky, clouds, and birds as he was humping me as if we were the only two humans left on the planet. Honestly, it was so exciting, Madiha!"

I was already rubbing my clit hard. Her story was very exciting, even though it was about that ugly ogre having his way with her. I was biting my lip so that she didn't know what I was doing.

"We were in missionary position and I got on top of him and gave him a blowjob. Then it graduated into a 69 and then I rode him like he was a rodeo bull. Finally, we both were very exhausted that we just lay on the ground totally naked catching our breath."

"Ankh..." I moaned. She should be an erotica writer as her description almost made me cum with excitement.

"Pardon?" asked Neha.

"Nothing." I managed to say. I hoped my voice hid what I was doing. "Didn't anyone see you all this time?"

"Maybe a few ants, cockroaches and birds," said Neha, and laughed at her own poor joke.

"Well, we staggered back to the SUV and emptied the water bottle. He took his blue pill. I told him that he shouldn't wear any clothes and he replied that we both shouldn't. So we drove naked to the farmhouse. Uncle called the security guard and said something. He gave him ₹500 and told him to come back tomorrow."

"What???" I totally forgot about pleasuring myself for a second and asked in surprise. "That miser gave ₹500 to the guard?"

"Yeah," Neha replied "I guess he was in a good mood."

I sighed. He secretly gorged non-vet food from our home without the knowledge of his wife, but he never bothered to pick up the bill. But he was happy to pay the guard to get lost.

"Hey wait a minute!" I suddenly wondered.

"What?" asked Neha.

"When did you get dressed?" I asked.

"We didn't." giggled Neha.

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"So the guard saw you both naked?"

"No you and your dirty mind. I took his shirt and dbangd it over me, and he had my shirt on his crotch covering only his private area. The guard was excited but didn't seem entirely surprised at our dress but he kept glancing at me hoping to see something more. He opened the gate and gave the keys to uncle and left.

Uncle parked the car and then he immediately pulled me into the swimming pool. Thanks to the tablet, he was rock solid again. He requested me that I should give him a blowjob underwater. I tried it but I couldn't do for more than two seconds without water getting into my nose."

'Of course dear, you are not a mermaid.' I thought.

"Then he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his thighs. He started humping me in the water. I guess the buoyancy helped him hold me better."

"So how was it?" I asked. Pool sex has been a hot thing many people want to try after seeing it in movies.

"Honestly, it wasn't that good," replied Neha "There was no lubrication, making it really rough and painful. So we then changed the position and then I had my hands on the edge of the pool and he was ramming me from behind. Finally he was about to cum. He tried running out of the pool but ended up releasing it fully inside me and dirtying the pool. There were white stringy blobs everywhere.

We went into the farmhouse and then slept in the bed. He got up after a while, put our clothes in the washing machine and then said he will go out to get some food items and will come back soon."

"So you are still in the farmhouse?" I asked.

"Duh." replied Neha "That guy just had a blue pill so I think we will only return tomorrow. Honestly, this farmhouse is really great. Big rooms, a swimming pool, a garden with coconut trees and most importantly, a 12-foot wall covering all four sides making it totally secluded. I can give a video tour if you want."

"Are you wearing anything?" I asked cautiously.

"Of course, silly. There was a bathrobe in the closet."

So she cut the call and immediately did a facetime. I could see her radiant face on the screen and she showed the bed. It was even bigger than a king-size bed and the bedroom was very big and spacious. She moved to the living room and there was a 65" flat screen TV and a nice set of couch and an ottoman. Even the kitchen looked like the ones in celebrities home. She went out and the pool was actually disappointing given the buildup by Neha. There were some pool chairs which gave me dirty thoughts to suggest Neha. This farmhouse looked like someone really built it as a love nest.

"Don't you feel something off?" I asked Neha. She just moved her lips in a nonchalant way as if she is getting ready to hear my tinfoil hat theories.

"We are dealing with a man who doesn't even spend ₹50 for a leaking tap, but suddenly comes up with an SUV, bribes to a watchman, and this majestic farmhouse. Aren't your spider senses tingling?"

"Stop being jealous, girl." laughed Neha "He actually wanted to take both of us but you bailed out by going to your hometown."

We finally cut the call. I was so very horny hearing Neha's adventure. I went to the bathroom and let the tap run while I masturbated twice. Once my lust wore off, I could only think of Neha.

Was she right that I was jealous? That I'm imagining things? Sometimes I just can't shake things off. But I honestly wanted a dick in me. Her story had made me so horny, and it was something I couldn't resolve by myself.

I pulled up my purse to find the business card of the stranger I met on the bus. After much deliberation, I finally dialed his number but I cut the call the moment he picked it up. I tried to rationalize my hanging up by thinking that having sex with our landlord was one thing, but calling a total stranger was being needy.

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I watched a serial and then tried to sleep but I couldn't. I finally decided to dial Neha. The phone rang one full time but no one picked up. Maybe she was 'busy' but I dialed again. This time it got picked up and I heard a voice.

"Hello!!" It was neither Neha nor Shrek's voice, but the deep voice of a man.

"Hello, who is this?" I asked. He kept quiet as if he didn't know what to answer, but I could hear some voices in the background. It was the sound of bodies hitting each other and the unmistakable sounds of Neha moaning.

"Are you Madiha?" the man finally asked.

I totally froze. This was turning out like a nightmare. Who is he and how did this guy know my name? And what in the name of God was happening there?

"Wrong number." I finally managed to say and hung up. My hands were trembling.

"SHURUGA..." My phone blared and it was a video call this time. I instinctively connected to prevent my parents from hearing the ringtone and checking up on me.

Instead of Neha, I saw a dark man in his 40's. The video kept moving as he couldn't hold it still. With the microphone from the video camera, I could now clearly hear Neha's moans. It was more visceral than usual. He changed it to the rear camera and it moved down so I could see his black cock go in and out of her ass. I could also see another cock inside her pussy too. It was unmistakably Shrek's.

He kept moving the camera around and then turned it to the front one again.

"So we finally meet. Vishwa(Shrek's real name) has told me a lot about you."

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"Crick... Crick... Crick..."

My eyes were fixated on the slow moving fan which made a creaking noise at regular intervals as if it might be missing a ball bearing. Another harsh noise that was competing with it was the old creaky bed which breathed like it might give away anytime. Looking around, I could see the worn out and blistering paint ready to fall off the ceiling. In the corner was an old CRT television, which probably belonged to a museum, was at full volume to drown the creaks and moans. It was tuned to a teleshopping channel where I could hear the host scream the benefits of some sauna slim belt and interspersed words like "WEIGHT!", "LOSE!!", "SEXXXY!!".

And I was lying on the bed of a cheap run down hotel, completely naked with my legs raised high enough that my knees touched my breasts. A man at least twice my age was on top, furiously humping his average sized cock into my pussy. He then bent forward and started kissing my lips with exaggerated passion.

'Oh god, please don't make it more awkward.' I sighed inwardly as I was half-heartedly returning the kiss. It felt even more scandalous than getting your pussy eaten by a stranger because it was more personal. Even though the hotel desk clerk hinted that this hotel was 'safe', I remembered news articles of security officer raiding such hotels and then displaying photos of the arrested "customers" which would be published in the papers.

What would I do if that happened? Imagine the headlines - "Techie of a leading IT company caught soliciting men in a cheap hotel!" Imagine the shock of my parents and that I was doing such dreadful things in my own hometown. I always kept my wild side in other cities but came back home as the dutiful daughter. How did I end up in one of the cheap highway hotels which are infamous for being brothels in my own town? What if someone recognized me?

NEHA!!

It's all her fault. She was the one who led me into this. She was the one who aroused me into doing this. Why the hell did I say hello to her on the first day of orientation and then agree to be roommates with her? I cursed her while I was kissing him and sucking his tongue. Maybe she was doing the same thing right now, but with two cocks. Not sure how a petite girl like her was able to handle it. Was she really to blame for my current situation or was I just too dense to see the truth about myself?

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Let me rewind the time by 12 hours. I was spending quality time at home, which is basically doing nothing, when Neha called me out of the blue. She started telling about her day when Shrek (the nickname of our landlord as he looked like a fat ogre) took her to a nearby town where he made her buy vegetables without wearing a bra, giving a nice peep show to the shopkeeper, had sex in a theatre and then in an open field and finally took her to a farmhouse. Her detailed analysis aroused me enough to masturbate in the bathroom.

Later that night I called her as my spider-sense tingled. I was in for a shock. The call was answered by a male voice who I didn't recognize. I hastily cut the call and immediately I got a Facetime call from Neha's number. The man opened the camera and my blood ran cold.

There were two cocks entering Neha. One, which I knew belonged to Shrek, was entering her pussy and a black one was entering her asshole. I could hear Neha's moans in the background and it wasn't her happy high pitched anime girl ones but a deeper, more animal grunt. He moved the phone so that I could see her face and I almost dropped the phone. Her face was baby pink, her hair was tousled, her eyes had rolled back so I couldn't see the iris, her mouth was drooling with spit and I could see fresh cum stains on her face. Honestly, it was terrifying. Neha got a lot of attention in the office for having a cute face but I've seen her in many unflattering poses, like how she opens her mouth and snores. But this was the worst I had ever seen her.

The man realised that I was getting horrified so he moved the camera to her rear where I could see her two holes getting ravaged. The two cocks were getting more synchronous and moving like pistons. I couldn't see the other man's face as the rear camera was on but he was able to see me.

I was initially angry at Shrek for exploiting Neha but now my eyes were hypnotized by the simple image of reproductive organs doing their function. They were trying to entice me into volunteering for the next time and honestly, it was working. My left hand had moved into my pyjamas and started rubbing my clit. I could subconsciously feel that the man had a smirk seeing my mood change on the camera.

I was deep in the process when I abruptly lost my rhythm because of a phone call from an unknown number. Usually, it would be the credit card callers but no one calls at that time of the night. Instinctively I pressed the receive button ending the Facetime so that my father won't launch an enquiry the next morning about why I'm getting calls late at night.

I raised the phone to my ear in trembling hands. As it got close I heard a cheery, but measured voice and I knew it belonged to an older man.

"Hello?" I heard the voice. I didn't know what to do but I kept quiet. I was breathing heavily and my left hand was still in my pyjamas. I guess he understood that I was listening.

"Listen, you had called me and..." I immediately cut the call and threw it on the bed. I was shaking. Did Shrek give my number to all his friends? What should I do?

Was I overthinking it?

The phone screen lit up. I checked and saw he had sent a message through Whatsapp.

'Hello, I understand you can't talk. Shall we chat?'

I foolishly unlocked the phone and opened Whatsapp, which would have sent a read receipt. I went to the call lists to check his number and then I saw two entries. One was a call from me at around 7:30 pm. Who is he and why did I make this call? My mind was trying to recollect when I got a ribbon notification.

'I think this is yours' and a photo icon.

I opened Whatsapp and downloaded the photo. It was a photo of a lilac panty. MY lilac panty,

[madiha.agarwal]

MY lilac panty, which I had worn to the office function. In a second, everything flashed in my mind. It was the guy whom I went to third base with on the bus journey. He left his number on a card before leaving and I ended up taking it. After Neha's narration, I got so aroused and called him but I cut it immediately. Then I masturbated and forgot about it.

Now what does he want? What should I do? I unnecessarily exposed my number to him. It was fun for something to happen out of the blue but now I might get blackmailed for it. I constantly chastised Neha for not being careful, but sometimes I also act like an idiot.

As if he could read the tension of not typing from my side, he added. 'Don't worry. I didn't want to disturb you. I was curious why you called me?'

I didn't know what to say but certainly not the truth. So I typed back.

'Just wanted to check if it's a real number or not'

He replied with a winking smiley. I didn't know what this uncle was trying to convey. Maybe he wasn't good with emoticons yet.

'Truth be told, I was thinking about you all day. Shall we meet tomorrow?' came the next message.

'What for?' I typed back.

'Just want to meet and see how it goes'

'Oh my god, he wants to complete what he started on the bus.' I thought.

'What if I say no?' I replied.

'I have no issues with that. I respect your opinion. I'll delete your number and move on'

I was stunned by his response. I expected some begging or even threats but he just accepted my decision. I started feeling a bit guilty. But then the thoughts of Neha started coming back. What would they think if I tried to do another Facetime? Would they think I'm easier than Neha? I kept the phone and decided to sleep.

I kept fidgeting for the next half hour. I couldn't take out the images of Neha getting double-penetrated. How did that happen? Did Shrek plan it earlier or was it just a coincidence? Did they force her or had she just agreed? Did they give alcohol to make her easy? Is she shocked or actually enjoying it?

Then my train of thoughts moved in another direction. I thought about the bus journey, how he slowly snaked his hands inside my body, unclothed me and gave me an orgasm in a bus with 40 sleeping people. How I bit Neha's pashmina shawl to hide my moans. My hands slipped into my panty and started playing with the devil's harp. I fingered a tune while imagining him on top of me. I hardly even saw his face in the morning so my mental picture only had a penis attached to a body.

I bit my bedsheet when I orgasmed to make sure my parents never heard it from the other room. I could feel my panty fill with wetness. After the warm feeling subsided, I felt even hungrier rather than being satisfied. I needed something inside me, not just rubs. With a heavy sigh, I took the phone and opened Whatsapp and typed a message to the man.

'Hi'

[madiha.agarwal]

'Hey, I was eagerly waiting for you' he replied almost immediately.

'So fast' I typed back. I looked at the time, It was 1:13 am.

'Honestly I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about you all this time'

Maybe he was masturbating too, but could I blame him?

'You see I still think whether everything was a dream' he typed back 'I'm not usually like that but my hand just acted on its own'

Not the best defence if I had screamed "pervert" in the bus. I was too tired and too horny to beat around the bush, so I went straight to flirtation.

'I want to meet you tomorrow' I typed. There was a brief silence for close to a minute. I guess I had him tongue-tied.

I immediately added 'Don't have any wrong ideas. It's just a casual meet'

'Don't worry. I won't try anything you don't want. How about a coffee shop. Lets see where it goes'

A coffee shop was a smart idea but we only had good ones in the downtown mall and I couldn't chance bumping into anyone I knew. But then, I couldn't meet him in a private place like his house or a hotel room. That would imply I was there for a booty call. What if I got cold feet and wanted to bail out but he refuses to let me leave? What if he calls another friend to surprise me like Shrek did with Neha?

Then I remembered what Neha did today. The cinema hall. It's private enough, as it is dimly lit and everyone would be watching the screen. In case I felt uncomfortable, I could just come out and there will be ushers and security to make sure he won't try anything stupid. Although I would never ride him inside a theatre like Neha did.

'Jubilee Theatre' I typed after much deliberation.

'Ok' he replied, probably not sure why I chose that spot. He would have if he was a local. The Jubilee Theatre used to be an icon of our town's history and my father had many fond memories of watching movies there. But then the town expanded on the other side due to modern malls with multiplexes opening up. The owner of the Jubilee knew renovating would be a waste of money, so they started showing movies that had completed their run in the multiplexes.

The theatre was making money in a new way. Since it was part of the old town and on the national highway, it had become a favourite spot for young couples to chill out in the air-conditioned hall with no one to disturb them. And importantly, away from the prying eyes of aunties and uncles eager to report their activities to their parents. I didn't have a boyfriend during my college days, so I never ventured near that theatre. Going there in my 20's seemed strange.

'2:30 pm' I typed.

'I will surely come. Good Night ' he replied with a heart emoji, although he would be thinking of the eggplant emoji.

'Good night' I replied and then deleted all the chats. With the planning done, I immediately slept like a log.

I woke up late at 10 am and immediately checked my phone. There was no 'Good morning' message from him which was a good sign that he also didn't want anyone to discover the meeting. I had my late breakfast, helped my mom with some cooking but I was only thinking of the afternoon meeting.

My mind whirled. Should I just bail out? Did I make a bad decision in the heat of my lust, just like with Shrek? Will this give him additional leverage over me? Oh, god, why can't I just lift the phone and type I'm not coming? Anyway, why should I freak out? I'm meeting him in a theatre. Nothing bad can happen if I choose to stop. I know that the theatres will only allow some first and second base action - nothing more, so it must be safe.

I made up my mind to go. Next thing was what to wear? This was not a date and he wouldn't mind even if I wore a garbage bag. What's the most practical dress? A shirt and a skirt like Neha wore? No, that was a city theatre. Mine was a town so I should be a Roman in Rome. So I decided to wear a salwar kameez and use the dupatta to cover my face. It's not uncommon for women to do that while riding two wheelers or protecting their face from the sun. In that way, I could also protect myself from the stares of other men and women who might report my strange visit to my dad.

After lunch, I told my parents that I was going to meet my friend Mansi. We had a pact from our college days that we would cover for the other as an alibi, although it was her who had benefited the most. It was my time to use the card.

I took my scooter and rode it to the city bus stand and parked it. Then I took a bus to the theatre. I didn't want anyone to notice my scooter in front of the theatre famous for being a lover's hangout.

The theatre looked deserted, but I bought a ticket at the counter and went in. An usher guided me to my seat, which was in one of the rear rows. The movie had already commenced and I settled down to watch. The theatre looked kinda empty and I could just make out a few couples seating a few rows ahead. My row looked completely empty.

[madiha.agarwal]

After about 10 minutes, someone entered and I realised that it was my 'date'. He made a beeline towards me like a guided missile and sat down. He put the bucket of popcorn he bought on the other seat and put his hand on my hand.

I totally froze. I didn't know what to do. All those premeditations and now I was just speechless. I didn't look at him and turned my eyes to the screen. I guess he must have been surprised by my cold behaviour. He offered me popcorn and I took some. I kept watching the movie which I didn't know the head and tail of while he was staring at me.

After ten minutes or so when I was taking some popcorn, he held my hand and gripped it hard. After a couple of minutes, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed it affectionately. I was not so tense and scared about it like before. I did not protest. We both held hands for a while with him constantly gripping my hand and caressing it.

He began to fidget on his seat and I heard him unzipping his fly and I could feel my heart beating faster. With his other hand, he took his semi-erect cock out. He then placed my right hand on it and I willingly and without much nervousness took it in my hand. He did not have to force my hand on his cock and I began to gently caress and grip it. It did feel nice and wonderful. I had no qualms about stroking this stranger's penis. I glanced down at what I was doing, and in the dim lights could make out my hand stroking his dark cock.

He leaned towards me, and with no hesitation put his right hand directly on my breasts so he could fondle and massage them. The movements became deliberate as if he owned me. I let him continue and my passion was building up. He was firmly and expertly fondling my breasts and it was feeling good. Very good. He then moved his hand down and from the front slipped his hand inside my kameez and reached for my breasts and began to squeeze them hard over the bra. Becoming more brazen he tried to push my bra upwards so that the breast could be freed. He was struggling a bit and I was wondering how to help him. He then withdrew his hand totally outside and then with his left hand encircled my shoulders and pulled me towards himself to hug me tight. It was a deep, warm and passionate hug as with his right hand he was pushing me hard on his chest. He made me move a bit sideways towards him so that he could hug me really tight - a real bear hug.

Our faces were almost touching and then he kissed me on my cheek. Before I realized it, his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me passionately. It was really mind blowing. I felt his tongue force it's way into my mouth and push and toy with my tongue. He was pushing his tongue in deep and darting it around my mouth and then he began to suck onto my tongue.

I realised that while Shrek did a lot of things with us, he rarely kissed us on the mouth. I thought he just wanted to keep it strictly physical.

It had been a while since I was french kissed by a man. Actually, since my ex-boyfriend from college days although I had kissed Neha many times during our threesome. I wasn't bi, but during the throes of passion you end up kissing whoever was next to you while getting your pussy fingered or eaten by Shrek. I returned the stranger's kiss and tried to push my tongue into his mouth. He let it enter and sucked on my tongue. This deep french kissing continued for some time and we were both enjoying it a lot.

[madiha.agarwal]

While we were still deep and wet kissing with intertwined tongues, he slid his right hand back inside my kameez and was fondling and squeezing my breasts really hard. He managed to get one breast partially outside the bra and was kneading, then caressing the nipple and making it hard. It was feeling lovely and I then felt his hand lightly stroke my stomach, my side and then below the salwar. He moved his hand onto my back and deftly unhooked my bra strap. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and started caressing my naked back.

We were still deep kissing and he moved his hand back onto my breasts and pushed the loose bra upwards. Both breasts were released and he kneaded them in full earnest. My breasts were now free for whatever he wanted to do with them and as I was leaning sideways towards him, he began to tug and pull my kameez upwards. I shifted slightly so that he could pull my kameez up from under me. He very easily pulled it upwards and I could feel the cool air-conditioning on my naked breasts. I glanced down and in the dim light of the movie hall, I could see my fully exposed breasts with his hand squeezing them hard.

He then bent down and began to lick me — and then flicked the nipple with his tongue and suckled on it. I was still gently gripping his proud and erect cock. It was throbbing in my hand and felt so hard and powerful. He was being very fidgety in his seat and he was doing something to his trousers. He shifted a bit and I saw him tug his pants down - he had opened his trousers and had pushed them below his bum, spreading his legs much wider. I could see his bare legs and he now took my hand and guided it over his naked torso and upper legs, onto his balls, between his thighs. Everywhere.

Out of my own curiosity, I moved my hand under his balls and cupped them in my hand. He let out a contented sigh and spread his legs wider - he was loving every moment of it. In the dim light I was either watching him suck my breasts, guiding his mouth from one side to another or was looking down at how I was stroking this strong and big cock. We were both in our own world. He again hugged me tight and put his arm around my shoulders, sliding up to my neck so he could pull my face towards his and began to kiss me again passionately — pushing his tongue in deep. I responded by putting my arm around his neck and returning his kisses with equal passion.

[madiha.agarwal]

While in our deep french kissing and intertwined tongues bliss, I felt his hand on my stomach. He opened the string of my salwar and slipped his hand inside my panty to gently caress my vagina once again. There was no hurry in his movements and he parted the lips and gently slid a finger into my moist pussy. A small sigh escaped my lips — it did feel good as he slowly slid a finger in and out. I did not want him to stop, but he suddenly withdrew his hand and brought it back to my waist so he could pull the salwar and my panty down and off my torso.

I guessed that it was uncomfortable for him to caress me with my tight panty and he was trying to ease it off so that he had better access. I shifted a bit and let him slide my salwar and panty off my waist and down to my mid-thigh. I saw him nod slightly then he started caressing my thighs. He made me spread my legs wider and was inching his fingers upwards again to my pussy. I was waiting for his touch and he again eased his finger inside my pussy and began to finger me. With his thumb, he was trying to rub my clitoris as well and it just felt wonderful. I could feel an orgasm building up and my body shuddered with a swift one. It had built up since watching Neha's DP and needed a quick release. It was nice, but I wasn't satisfied.

He continued to stroke my pussy, but I gently pushed his hand back to my breasts. He responded and began to squeeze with much more pressure and kissed me again. He then bent down again and sucked and nibbled on my nipples. My breasts were all wet with saliva from his passionate attention. He raised his head and we kissed again and I could feel the passion gathering momentum again. We were sitting slightly sideways and he hugged me and pushed my head towards his chest where I could feel his heart thumping hard. I was gripping his cock tightly and began to slowly stroke it up and down, gathering momentum.

However, he had other ideas and with his hand on my head, he slowly began to push me downwards. I realized he was wanting me to suck his cock. I resisted but he put pressure on my head and soon I found my face just centimetres away from him. It looked so big now and he gave me one more push downwards and my face made contact with his cock. I was still holding his cock in my left hand, rubbing it across my cheeks, nose - my whole face. His cock was really hot and throbbing and felt large and threatening against my face. He pushed his cock hard against my mouth and against my lips. My mouth involuntarily opened and he pushed my head down on his tip. He pushed my head further down on his shaft and I took his cock fully in my mouth. It was a nice size and I managed to take the full amount in my mouth, unlike Shrek's monster. He continued to push his cock as deep as he could in my mouth by pressing my head down on it and then kinda began to move my mouth in a rhythm of up and down.

I then began to move my tongue across his cock and up and down. I felt his hand ease off my head, but I continued to suck on his cock and then slowly took it out of my mouth and licked the side of his cock. Meanwhile, he was caressing my thighs with his free hand and inching my salwar lower off my legs. He managed to push it off my knees and it slowly dropped to my feet. I continued sucking his cock — my first sucking and now without his "pushing" I was willingly sucking and licking his cock. It was soon covered with my saliva which was getting mixed with his salty pre-cum. He tugged me a little more forward and kinda onto his body so that my breasts would also rub on his cock.

He sighed and pushed me back to my seat. I wasn't sure why but he then crouched on the floor and spread my legs after sliding my salwar and panty off one foot. He began to lick up my inner thighs and I was stunned to think that he might actually lick my pussy in a cinema — and soon he arrived at my pussy and his tongue parted my lips and darted inside. I slowly exhaled. It really felt lovely and I spread my legs even more so that he could lick better. He continued to lick and lap at my opening — he was really good and after a few minutes, I could feel my orgasm build up again and crash over me with a soul stirring and deep extended orgasm. It was just wonderful and I felt so fulfilled after this.

[madiha.agarwal]

The man got up and sat at his seat again and held my hand. He squeezed it hard and I squeezed back. He held my hand for a few minutes and then leaned over and kissed me again. I looked around to see if anyone had caught us. Fortunately, the few couples were all busy but they were very basic couples things like holding hands and kissing. They didn't know that someone had just got their pussy eaten in the same hall.

For a few minutes we sat like that and then he placed my hand again on his cock — which had become kinda flaccid and I began to caress and stroke it again. It soon started becoming hard and erect. I enjoyed the feeling of it growing and swelling in my hand — it gave me a sense of satisfaction and power and I could feel the passion building up in him again. I began to pump his cock up and down and it was soon hard and erect again. He turned and kissed me deep in the mouth again and pushed my tongue deeper in his mouth. He tugged me forward, hinting that he wanted me to suck his cock again.

I bent down and kissed the tip of his cock, feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum and then rubbed his cock across my face — on my nose, my lips, my cheeks, my ears. I could hear him softly sighing in contentment. I then stuck my tongue out and began to lick the length of his cock from the top to the bottom. I guessed it would have been at least 5-6 inches long and it was rigid like a rock now. His cock was glistening with my saliva and I opened my mouth wide and slowly took his throbbing cock in - bit by bit until it was fully in my mouth so I could suck on it. He guided my hand onto his testicles and I gently caressed and squeezed them. I took my time sucking and licking his cock, slowly building up the tempo. I knew he was loving it and I was enjoying it too. I was stroking his cock with my hand while sucking and then suddenly, without any warning, his body stiffened. Before I could react he ejaculated his semen in warm spurts which filled my mouth with its salty taste. I tried to pull back, but I felt his hand on my head firmly holding me down on his cock. His warm semen filled my mouth. I swallowed most of it, while some dribbled out of my mouth. I managed to sit up and looked at the stranger. He was looking so very content. I sniffed and picked up my dupatta and wiped the dripping semen off my face.

The movie was still going on and we adjusted our clothes. He whispered in my ear, "Shall we finish it somewhere else?"

[madiha.agarwal]

I just nodded. He held my hand and ushered me out. We came out of the door holding hands and the usher gave us a knowing smile. I froze but luckily I had automatically covered my face with the dupatta.

The sun's rays hit my eyes really hard and I felt so "different". I just followed him to his bike and politely sat behind him. My bra wasn't exactly adjusted properly but then, it didn't really matter. He started the bike and went towards the outskirts of the town. I was confused. Why he was going away from the town instead of towards it but I didn't bother to ask.

He rode until he reached the National Highway and then he started driving a bit slower. Finally, he stopped at a roadside hotel. A creepy looking hotel that looked like the Bates Motel from the "Psycho" movie. If it wasn't for the signs I would have assumed it was an abandoned 1960s building that had been condemned.

My stranger went to talk to the old desk clerk while I stood nervously behind. The desk clerk looked like he had been in the hotel since it was new, and was in the same condition. He glanced at both of us from head to toe and gave a knowing smile and a nod. I'm sure the clerk thought I was a call girl.

"Sir, that will be 2000 Rupees for 2 hours, 1000 extra for each hour after that." the clerk announced. I was shocked as he was quoting higher prices per hour for a shack than the Marriott, but I understood that any reputable hotel would ask for proof of identity. I didn't want to give that information to a stranger.

My man calmly fished out his wallet and gave him the money. The clerk carefully checked the cash and handed over the keys.

"Don't worry sir," the clerk cackled, "We pay the commission to security officer us regularly, so you don't have to worry about a raid. In fact, they are our usual customers." He laughed at his own poor joke.

I froze. I suddenly realised what type of place I had stepped into. Although pre-marital sex isn't banned in India, prostitution is. It's not uncommon for the security officer to raid hotels and ask for the identity of the occupants. If they find they are not married, they would either harass them or arrest the lovers on suspicion of prostitution. They know that spending a night in a security officer station and letting our parents or spouses know about it would be deeply embarrassing for the couples. The couples would have no choice but to cough up the money for the "fine". I've had sex in many places but either in my ex-boyfriend's rented house or my own house. I never experienced it in a lodge or motel which are prime locations for these raids.

The man took my hand and started walking in the corridor which was adorned with peeling painted walls, pigeon holes and paan stains. He opened the room written on the key tag and I took a look inside. It had a window with faded curtains, an attached bathroom, and one large old fashioned bed. There was an old CRT television on a huge TV stand. There was a small nightstand with a bottle of water. It looked like a poor man's run down apartment. Nice business renting out such a dump for couples who want to shag in peace.

While I was examining the room, my date had switched on the TV. He took the remote and turned the volume up high. I was startled at the noise and looked over at him. It was the first time I really had a chance to look closely at him, and he returned my gaze with a fiery passion. He had an average face, hair greying in the temples, medium build. He wasn't the George Clooneyish older man I had expected but he wasn't butt ugly or out of shape. Certainly much better looking than Shrek.

He came close to me and cupped my face in his hands. I held his hands as I didn't know how to start or whether I should start this. He bent forward and put his lips on mine and started kissing me. I started responding to his kiss and we soon were passionately locked. I nowadays find the kiss more scandalous after my affair with Shrek. As we started kissing, he started getting more aggressive with his hands. His right hand started cupping my breasts while the other was pressing my butt. He started inserting his tongue in my mouth and I happily sucked on it.

[madiha.agarwal]

He moved his hands to the front and put one inside my salwar and down my panty. He started massaging my groin and I was aggressively sucking his tongue as both of us refused to stop the kissing. He used his free hand to untie the drawstrings of my salwar and then pushed down. He put his feet on the salwar to hold it while I pulled my legs out. I started undoing the buttons of his shirt and hungrily pulled it off his body.

He put his hands on my kameez and started lifting up. I raised my hands but it was impossible to remove while still kissing so we finally broke apart. He relieved me of my top and now I was only wearing a lacy black bra and panty set which my mind subconsciously selected in the morning. He took a step back so he could admire my figure. This probably was the first time he had seen my entire body in broad daylight. I blushed as his eyes were trying to capture every tiny detail of me.

He pulled off his pants and briefs in one go and his erect cock sprang out. He pushed me onto the bed and fell on top. In record time, he unclasped my bra strap with one hand and used the other hand to pull it off my body. For some reason he didn't play with my breasts - his hands immediately went down and pulled off my panty. He parted my legs and positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

With one stroke, he was easily all in because I had become so wet. With a gasp, I realised that this was my first P-V sex in weeks. Shrek had his tail between his legs because his wife was around and I had only received external stimulation in the last two days. That was nowhere close to the actual sex which I had craved. I looked at the fan above, the dirty hotel room and everything hit me hard. Suddenly, I panicked.

"NO!" I said firmly.

He was taken aback and looked at me, confused but with his cock still lodged inside me. He tried to reassure me. "Don't worry, it will only be painful initially."

But the truth was I was so used to Shrek's cock that I hardly felt any pain. Shrek's cock looked tiny but it was because of his huge frame. It was bigger and thicker than the one I had in me now.

"STOP... TAKE IT OUT!!" I screamed so loudly that the hair on the back of his body stood up. He was looking so shocked. I then cried, "Please..." as tears started coming from my eyes.

[madiha.agarwal]

His face expression completely changed to horror and I could feel his dick go limp inside me. He immediately pulled it out and rolled off me. I pulled the bed sheet to cover myself as I lay in a fetal position and started crying.

I kept crying for the next five to ten minutes. I don't know why I was crying. I lost my virginity to my then-boyfriend at the age of 19. I didn't mind getting seduced by my landlord despite looking and acting like an ogre. Maybe the fact that it happened in my hometown and in a dilapidated hotel had made me break down.

I could feel that he was sitting on the end of the bed. I didn't want to see his face as I didn't want to gauge his mental state. "I come from a very decent family." I said with my head still buried under my arms.

There was no reaction from him. Of course, it's tough to react unless you want to be sarcastic about it and ask why did you come here then?

"I work in IT, and I earn a very good salary." I continued, "I can pay back the hotel bill for the inconvenience I've caused you."

I could hear him move across the bed and he sat next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Look, I understand that you don't want this. I will not make you do something you don't want to do. We can get ready and leave and then delete our phone numbers. I promise I will never call you again."

The voice was so gentle and reassuring that I looked up and saw his face lined with chagrin. His eyes looked perfectly calm, with no hidden frustration. I couldn't understand the lack of fight in him. He didn't look like a ladies man to go out looking for another quick fuck. Why was he not begging or pleading with me? I gave him a blowjob twice and even allowed him to enter me. I would have expected a little persuasion to keep going.

"Excuse me?" I said and moved off the bed. I wrapped the bedsheet around me as I found a sudden sense of shame of exposing my body to the same man I allowed to eat my pussy in a public place. I went into the bathroom. I was surprised that for a shabby hotel, the bathroom actually looked good. It had a decent commode and a functional shower. There were also single-use soaps and towels. Maybe the love birds using it needed to wash themselves off before they left.

I removed the bedsheet and stepped into the shower. As the water fell on me, I was contemplating what just happened.