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Loosing Myself To My College Senior
To all those reading this is my real life story. I wanted to write this as a confession. I was the perfect girl. I did well in school and in college. Everyone admired me as the purest and brightest girl in class. Everything changed after this senior laid eyes on me and changed my whole life.
To tell about myself. I’m very fair and reasonably tall. Being born in a brahmin family, I’ve got every quality of my parents and their good looks. I’m well shaped, and dress accordingly, both traditional and modern.
This college senior who has been stalking me for a while in college finally came and talk to me. His name was Zayn (name changed) Yes. A Muslim and being a brahmin girl it scared the shit out of me. He was as handsome as a movie actor. Tall and can see spends a lot of time in the gym.
I was so scared he was going to propose me and had avoided him for a long time. But once when I was sitting in my class alone after college. He came and told he wanted to talk. I thought this was it. He came and said. “I want to tell you something.”
I said, “I know. Please don’t. I don’t want to be in a relationship and all.” He said, “Relationship? I don’t want what that shit, I wanted to say that I want to fuck you.” I was shocked. He was looking into my eyes as if he was already doing it. In the shock, I didn’t say anything and just sat there.
He slowly started describing to me how he wanted to fuck me, the ways he wanted to do it. He said everything about how he wanted to slap my ass and push his cock inside my ‘cute face’. After 15 minutes of detailed explanation, he stopped. I was sweating and lost my voice. I didn’t know what to do.
He got up and said nothing. He asked for my number. After a few seconds, I just said it. I gave him my number. For months we just had chats. Whenever he wanted me he messaged me what all he wanted to do to me. I would just listen. Then we started calling. His sexual talks made me lose myself.
He convinced me to masturbate and I did that. I knew I was changing. Months went and he never made a real move physically other than chats. Our phone sex sessions made me crazy. His approach was getting clearer. He once called me his slut. I fought over it but after a few days I gave up.
I once asked why he didn’t want to do anything. He replied he wanted me to beg for it. I knew I wouldn’t do that. But after a few months, I changed. He changed me. I started staring at hot guys, got horny very easily. I was getting hungrier every second. From a typical shy studious girl, I changed into this horny classy modern girl.
And then it happened. I was at a wedding of my family friend, wearing a hot ass saree. And there he was. He was a friend of the groom. We started talking and talked a lot. He forced me to ask him. After a lot of extreme flirting and sexual behavior, I finally gave up and said, “Ok we’ll have kaçak bahis sex.”
He didn’t say anything. After a few seconds, he came to my ears and said “No. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck your egoistic pussy and mouth until it’s dripping with my cum.” I remained silent. I said one minute and went to my mom. I got some money and said, “I’m going home cause I don’t feel well.”
My parents had to go somewhere else after the wedding and I knew it. I took an auto and went to my house. He came on his bike. I opened the door and went inside and he followed. He closed the door and came to my bedroom where I was standing staring at him.
He came to me and held my face with his hands, very tight. Pushed me in my own bed. He came on top of me and kissed all over my neck as he removed my saree pallu quickly. He didn’t unhook my blouse and bra. He just took out my breasts and just slapped it.
I gave a big moan. Before I know it, he took his cock out, took my hands and made me stroke it. By this time I had completely changed. After a few minutes of stroking and kissing. He came on top of me. His ass was on my face and put his dick in front of my lips. That was the first time I saw his penis.
I was judging myself for being this girl who has a dick in front of her. Moreover, he was a Muslim and that made me scared for the second because of everything my parents warned about. I was reluctant but he just pushed his cock in my lips and started fucking my face.
He was fucking my face so hard I forgot about everything and just gave up. I was crying. The force was really hard and his balls were touching my neck. His strong hands were on my head. He fucked my face for a while and cummed inside my mouth.
I was feeling weird, hot, horny and at the same time scared and disgusted. I thought I was done. He took my hand and got up. I asked him where he was going. He guided me to my parent’s bedroom. I asked him what the fuck he was doing. He said this is where I’m getting fucked.
And that happened. He fucked me tirelessly for 2 hours on my parent’s bed, that too without a condom. Thank god I was not on my week that day. He was brutal and fucked me all way possible with all abuses. He even called me his slut and I couldn’t say anything cause there wasn’t a second I was not crying out loud.
He was that brutal. Like he said he cummed on my face and pussy that day. I was lying on my bed with my saree all over. He took his camera and snapped a lot of my pictures naked with cum and sweat on my reddish body and ass.
Even after two years, he stays in touch with me. Every time he is in town he comes and fucks me to the core. Now I’ve changed completely. He hooked me up with another friend of his. He and I are now dating and I’m enjoying it. Zayn changed my life.
Now I’m even having an affair with a neighbor of mine who is married. He fucks me regularly, so does my boyfriend tipobet güvenilir mi and Zayn. Now that I’m going to get married. I’m trying to break up with them but I can’t. I’m trying my best.
Only these three people in my life know the kind of girl I am. Rest have no idea.As I mentioned, after I gave up my body to Zayn, he really owned it. I was never in control of it. I literally did anything he told me to.
He told me to notify him every time my parents left me home alone. And since it was my final years, I had the excuse of staying home because of the exams. Zayn would come to my home within 10 minutes after they leave. And then he fucks me everywhere possible – in the kitchen, living room, my parents’ bedroom, etc.
This one time we got to meet after 2 weeks and Zayn was so horny that he pinned me down the floor the moment I opened my house door. He just closed the door, hold my neck and just pushed me to the floor. He then lifted my skirt up and without any word, he started fucking me on the floor.
He changed my behaviour at college. No one knew my affair with him. But guys in my class started noticing the changes in my behaviour.
When he gets a free period, he used to text me asking to meet him. I started bunking classes for the first time and everyone was amazed to see my seat vacant in the class. I bunked my class to give him blowjobs.
We did fuck in the college but I blew him a lot. By blowjob, it was basically facefuck. He loved doing it and I bared all the pain of his 8-inch cock pushing through my cheeks. If I try to stop, Zayn would slap my face and make it even more red.
I started acting weirdly in class. I responded to my classmates’ flirty lines, smiled and winked at their double meaning jokes. They knew I was getting fucked but the poor guys didn’t have the guts like Zayn.
I wanted to keep this behaviour of mine just to him but things changed. So it turns out there was one of Zayn’s friends who was my batchmate named Azhar. He had a crush on me like he really loved him. He saw me as a perfect girl and wanted to date me. But Zayn being an asshole wanted to prove him wrong.
Zayn suggested Azhar to send a request to me on Facebook and we started talking. Azhar was nice at first but then we were flirting. Even I enjoyed it.
He texted and proposed to me one day, but I said I was dating Zayn. He wasn’t surprised, Zayn had told him that we were not dating and he was free to pursue me. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say. I asked for a few days to reply.
One day after college, we had extra classes. But I decided to bunk and talk to Azhar and Zayn about what was going on. Azhar’s dad was rich and he owned a flat near our college. I went there to talk to him and we chatted for a like 10 minutes. And then we heard and knock and it was Zayn.
I asked Zayn why he told Azhar that we were not dating. And tipobet Zayn asked, “Dating? Do you think we were dating? Bullshit, you are my fuck toy, Veda”. I was like, Shut up, baby!
Zayn again started abusing, “Bro, you don’t know the kind of shit she is. Don’t bother pursuing her, just pull your cock out”.
Azhar got furious and told him to shut up. But Zayn immediately sent Azhar my nudes which he had taken during our first encounter. It was the pic of me lying on my parents’ bed with my saree all over the bed, cum on my mouth and tummy.
Azhar was shocked but he slowly started laughing. He said he knew what was going on between me and Zayn. He said, “I knew you were not this decent girl everyone thinks you are, I knew deep inside you have this slutty Brahmin side”.
And just after that, Zayn from behind slapped my ass! I gave out a small moan and said, “Ahh dude, WTF”. The next thing I knew Azhar removed his pants and undies and pulled out his cock. And OMG! I was shocked to see such a penis with that much girth.
I was staring at it. My mind was somewhere else and this sexual tension started making me sweat. I was confused and didn’t know what to do. I looked and Zayn and he was smiling at me and gave me a small nod.
I looked at Azhar’s face. I didn’t know what I was doing, I had lost control over myself again. I started taking deep breaths, swallowing more saliva. After a few seconds, I dropped my college bag on the floor, ran to Azhar, knelt down and grabbed Azhar’s ass and took his dick in mouth.
I couldn’t control myself. I was sucking it like I haven’t seen a dick in a million years. I have never sucked Zayn. He always facefucked me. But with Azhar, I was doing it. I was blowing him like a crazy slut. I was still having guilt for becoming this person but the taste of his dick, its smell, and its size won over my guilt.
Zayn stood there and watched Azhar fuck me. He saw the whole thing and didn’t do a thing. After half an hour, Azhar told that he wanted to fuck me alone. So, he took me to his bedroom and pounded on me like a b**st. The guy who said he loved me was now slapping my boobs, holding my neck and fucking me ruthlessly.
I didn’t understand this change from Azhar but I didn’t care. Once Azhar cummed, he took a nap for half an hour. When I woke up, Zayn was still there in the hall with Azhar. When they saw me wake up, Zayn removed his pants right there and came to the bedroom. Zayn fucked me for half an hour.
I went home at 7 pm on that day. I was so brutally fucked and I felt a bit tired to walk home. I took an auto and slept right after I got home. I think these two assholes knew this would happen. And I knew I was being the prey of these fuck boys.
Anyway, I now have two guys who where fucking me, who had nudes of me drained in cum and above all, who knew the slutty side of me that no one else knew.
Thanks for reading this. I am a good person but with a bit of a horny side. People keep asking if this is a story, the answer is NO. And I still don’t know how to deal these guys now that I am going to get married in 5 months.
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