All characters are above 18 and this story is a work of fiction. It is based on real events that have been woven together into a story. With names and other details changed.
Ch.6) Money and power
I asked Pooja about our threesome with Tanya.
"I did enjoy it," she admitted, her voice soft against my chest as we lay in the dark. "But... I prefer it when it's just us. With her, I get a bit nervous. And I miss the closeness I feel when it is just you and me."
Not that I blame her, she was an introvert who hated crowded rooms and public dates. She liked to just stay indoors. She wanted intimacy, and submission in private.
On the other hand, Tanya was practically begging me to call Pooja again. The idea of a human pet had touched her deeply. It was about power, and a hunger to own another woman. Something she had not owned before. She had manipulated a lot of men but not women. And I get it, she wanted to feel power over someone from the same sex. We men also feel it albeit in a non-sexual way.
She also begged, more than once, to fuck Jitender.
I refused.
It was not safe, such guys could fucking come back to hurt her, follow her home or create problems in general.
Then there was Jhanvi. Another one of typical Indian girls. Who wanted love and commitment and it left me confused if to proceed with her or just breakup.
Sometimes, in the quiet between all the fucking, I'd chat with Dianne.
No drama, no lies. Just words on a screen--witty and knowledgeable conversations. It was a breath of fresh air in my life that was starting to feel crowded with vagina and alcohol.
Anchal too came to meet me in January. She stayed for a week.
We fucked three times a day. I enjoyed it a lot. But she flatly refused for a threesome, either with a girl or a guy. She said while she enjoyed sex and it was fun; she was not really comfortable sharing bed with multiple people. And I knew right then--the way she looked at me when I made the suggestion--that our relation was over.
And it did get over.
Most nights avoiding being alone I either drank with guys or fucked around with girls and escorts. But my body started to take shape as I filled my evenings at the gym, veins popped out and two distinct abs carved themselves beneath my skin.
It was during one of my late-night chats with Dianne--the kind where words grow slow and warm--that she finally sent me the photo. It wasn't crude or explicit. It was her, in a white bikini scattered with polka dots, standing inside a wooden sauna. Steam hazed the room. Her skin wet. And there, the gentle curve of her left breast free from the fabric, her nipple soft and exposed in the humid heat.
I didn't reply right away. I let the image linger on my screen, studying the details of it. It was a gift wrapped in our growing mutual trust. Progress.
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One day when Saurabh and I were drinking on his terrace, fourth floor in crowded Lajpat Nagar our conversation flowed towards sex as the bonfire crackled about and the cold February winds blew past our faces. He told me that I was considered a playboy by every guy in college. And after that we made a list of girls we had fucked just as a comparison. I had just fucked three girls in college, I didn't think of myself as a playboy.
As the conversation flowed, he offered me sex with Tia, saying that he could convince her to sleep with me if I also introduced him to a girl. My first thought was of Pooja or Tanya but I decided to keep those filthy bitches to myself. It was hard to have such women in your life. And I had two. I was fucking lucky to be honest. It is rare to have women who had sex just for fun and were willing to explore it like a research paper.
He had introduced me to Jhanvi and I had introduced him to Payal. So, we were even up until that point.
He said, "I think Tia is open minded, we have a lot of sex and she would agree for you. But let's do a challenge instead. If you can fuck six girls in 24 hours, I would convince Tia to spend a night with you."
"I can fuck 6 girls in one day. It is not the girls but doing sex six times that is the problem," I said with a laugh, "Last I did 5 times and I did not even want to leave my house the next day. Fuck you. If you want to share, share, if not I don't really care." I replied, my usual composed self. We were already down a bottle of rum and our primal instincts were at peak.
"Nah don't take it seriously. With your luck, I want to see you try. I tried and trust me doing even three a day was tough. Come on do it and think of Tia as a prize," he said trying to convince me. And even I thought it would be fun challenge, I was already having a lot of sex and this could help me push myself further. It could be something meaningful in running a marathon kinda way.
"Not just Tia, if I fuck six girls in one day you will buy me two escorts for seven days straight. If I am not able to do it by March end, I will buy you the escorts and introduce you to someone." I said, thinking of Kajal-Tanya's cousin who was already dying to party with me.
And the deal between men was sealed over drinks. I knew Tia wanted me; we were already good friends but I had never made a move as she was Saurabh's. Even though they were not dating technically but just fucking. But like Tanya was mine so was Tia Saurabh's. It was about honor between men. We did not own the women but we never made moves on someone the other had. Otherwise, there would have been blood and some friendships are more valuable than pussy.
I went to work the next day, trying to craft the perfect plan. Six women in one day needed articulate planning. Pooja and Tanya would be onboard and would be more than willing to adjust time and schedule of the fuck. Payal was a bit dicey, she could have other plans so I had to offer something she could not refuse. Similarly, I had to make a nice story for Jhanvi so she would not make other plans on that day and also not be suspicious of me meeting her only for a few hours. Apart from my fixed sluts I needed two more women and no escorts were allowed. Those were the rules.
Now, I had to first convince Tanya so that Kajal became a sure shot (pun intended) when the day came. That was achievable. And I needed one more girl. It was already 18th Feb; I had plenty of time.
18th night I went to RPM, a cheap club that was famous for women who came to meet rich guys. These clubs were filled with girls like Payal. I did some coke, sat for a few hours but nothing materialized.
Going home I told Pooja of my plan and she was onboard quickly. Obviously. She was already wet at the idea of me fucking 6 girls in a day. She was proud and horny. So, I tasked her with going to college without bra till I completed the challenge and as it was winters the task was pretty easy. She agreed. And she had to send me a proof of her open clothes each day from the college washroom. She agreed again. She was fucking willing to do anything I asked, it was me who had to make sure she did not get into any danger.
Next, I messaged Tanya asking her about Kajal. She said Kajal was willing to party but before that I had to give her something. She wanted three things from me. She laid them out, one after the other, like cards in a game I hadn't agreed to play.
Let her fuck Jitender. (Even if it meant I had to change my flat.)
Fuck her in our college.
She wanted Pooja at her command for one night.
In return, she'd bring Kajal to me. She promised Kajal was already wet for it--had heard all my stories from her, and was already dying to fuck me. No limits.
I thought about the list again.
College was risky, we could be caught. Sex is a big deal in India. Our college was lenient regarding guys smoking weed in some corner or smoking cigarettes or even occasional kissing that occurred in classrooms. But sex? Real, naked, fucking sex? That was a different crime. Expulsion and a scandal. I could deal with anything else, other guys-power-police but this would be beyond me.
And Tanya... Tanya wouldn't want a quickie. She would want to really go at it.
And then there was Pooja, she never refused anything but I felt Tanya being Tanya could break my pet. I had been careful to push Pooja little by little, increasing her threshold, but she was an introvert who never said anything in the moment but cried about stuff that hurt her later.
Reluctantly I agreed. I saw no other choice. Tanya had found a way to use me.
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The search for the sixth girl settled into a routine. Every night was the same shit: the dark floors of clubs, the loud, meaningless music at house parties in South and North Campus, the same conversations with women which didn't yield pussy. March came but nothing turned up. It was the same meaningless stupidity of pussy hunt every guy goes through.
It was time then to fulfill one of Tanya's conditions.
We met at 1 PM in front of the old block. I was in black jeans and a blue leather jacket with white Nike sneakers; she wore a brown jacket over a black top and black jeans, her eyes holding a spark of cunningness. Seeing the coast clear without a word, we slipped around the back where the university's neglect had taken over. Tall, dry grasses whispered against our legs and the tall tress hid us. The air smelled of damp earth.
Twenty meters ahead, the first-floor windows of the old block stared down like vacant eyes. They were mostly locked, so we took our chances. On the ground floor there was classes going on but those windows were hidden behind the trees. To our left, more wilderness. To our right, the high iron fence of the botanical garden. Behind us, a ten-foot wall crowned with rusted barbed wire sealed out the chaos of a market.
We were in a pocket of stolen possibility.
We were safe as long as no one peeked from the first floor or no one walked in from our left.
Her back was against a thick tree trunk. With the joint in one hand, my other found her ass over her jeans. She shivered a bit. Her eyes fluttered shut and a smile touched her lips.
She undid her button and struggled to push her jeans past her thick ass. It fell, pooling at her ankles. My breath caught as I saw her panties, soft pink of cherry blossoms.
"Them too," I whispered.
She nodded, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and pulling them down. They joined the denim at her feet. Her ass was thick and white, shining in the dappled light, a perfect round which I was aching to touch. My hands, still cold from the winter air, crushed her warm skin. I passed her the joint to free both my hands.
Bending down, I opened her butt-cheeks. Her asshole was a tight, clenched pink, protecting her against the world. I couldn't help myself. I buried my face between them, my tongue pressing against that starfish muscle. It wouldn't open but I was greedy--I licked, I sucked, tasted her depths and soap she had used. My fingers slid lower, finding the wet skin of her pussy. I pushed two fingers inside, not bothering with being gentle. It was a pussy I opened often. But she still gasped, her hands gripping the rough bark of the tree, probably the excitement of being naked in the open I thought.
Time was of essence.
Not wanting to drag it out and risk being caught, I took out my cock--which was already hard, six inches--and let my jeans fall to my knees. She bent further, bracing her hands against a mossy tree trunk.
I didn't wait.
I pushed into her pussy in a single thrust. She was so wet and loose that she took every inch without a sound. The forgotten joint tumbled into the grass, its ember fading as we settled into a rhythm: slow and cautious, hiding ourselves in the wild sounds of the afternoon. Each thrust pressed her against the rough bark. Sunlight pierced the canopy above, dappling her skin with coins of sunlight.
She pulled up her top and bra, freeing her heavy breasts, and began pinching her own nipples, deriving even more pleasure from her body. I had to whisper more than once, "Quiet... quiet behenchod," as laughter and distant lectures drifted from the nearby classrooms.
And to be honest, even with the risk, it was amazing. Erotic in a way nothing planned is.
My hands gripped her hips hard, holding her steady as I drove into her, over and over, the filthy sound of our fucking lost in the rustle of leaves and the distant, oblivious world. I was close to cumming. I slid a hand around her hip, down through her pubes, and found her clit, throbbing. I rubbed hard, in tight circles, matching the pace of my thrusts.
"I'm gonna come," she choked, her whole-body tensing. "Don't stop--"
Her orgasm hit her like a seizure--a silent shaking. Her pussy clamped down on my cocks. That was it for me. Following our agreed upon ritual, I tapped her lightly on the hip. Instantly, she slid off me, turned on her knees, and took my cock into her mouth.
Her lips held me tight, her tongue swirling and taking me the extra mile as climax erupted. She swallowed until I was spent like toilet paper in the pandemic. She stood with her usual evil smile, my semen still clinging to the corner of her lips. With one deliberate finger, she tucked it back into her mouth.
"It was so fucking good," she whispered, moving closer to me, hugging me, and more importantly for her, stopping me from pulling my jeans up. "Wait. Let's stay like this for a moment."
I nodded. So, I stood there, jacket open, cock soft, underwear and jeans bunched around my ankles. Super fucking awkward to be honest. All the bravado of sex flails after cumming. From my jacket pocket, I pulled my pack of Classic Ultra Mild and lit one. The metallic click of the lighter the only sign that someone was there in the quiet thicket.
Tanya stayed beside me, naked herself but unashamed: her jacket on the grass, pink panties a bright splash against her black jeans and brown boots bunched at her feet. Her top was still pushed above her breasts, leaving them bare, her nipples hard in the afternoon chill. She looked raw, fucked, beautiful.
We shared the cigarette in silence, passing it back and forth. Then I reached for my phone.
I took pictures of our nakedness, our adventure----
One: My hand gripping her thick ass, fingers digging into her flesh. She smiling over her shoulder, the afternoon sun on her back.
Two: Her turned towards me, bent at her waist, her bare white ass toward the distant classrooms and the decaying brick of the old humanities block. Spreading her ass-cheeks with her hands. A portrait of pervert exhibition--to the college.
Three: an embrace with nothing between us. Chest to chest, my face buried in her neck, her fingers in my hair. A quiet photograph of intimacy.
And the final shot: Me bent slightly at the knees, my own ass exposed to the cool air. Her face buried between my ass-cheeks, her tongue tracing a wet circle on my asshole. She was bent behind me, legs spread, her own naked ass open to the forest. I held the phone backward, the lens capturing the focused devotion in her expression.
The shutter clicked.
And in the screen's reflection, I saw him.
A sweeper from the college, standing frozen fifteen feet behind us, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide and locked not on me--but on the white, spread flesh of Tanya's ass.
I spun. He scrambled back, vanishing into the brush. I snatched my jeans, jammed the phone into my pocket, and ran.
I caught him just before the tree line. My hand closed on his collar, yanking him around. "Stop motherfucker."
He flinched but held his ground. "What you were doing is wrong."
"I'll fuck you mom, shut up. You didn't see anything. You understand me?" I growled, my face inches from his. I pulled a purple 2000-rupee note from my jeans, crumpled it into his palm. "Keep your mouth shut. If I hear you told anyone a word, I'll make sure you and your fucking family don't leave Delhi alive."
His fingers closed around the money. And I knew he wouldn't dare tell anyone. He knew me and the guys I hung out with. I knew Tanya was safe.
When I returned to the clearing, Tanya was gone.
I called her. She had already left the college in her car and was already outside my apartment. Her voice shook. "He saw us, he saw us chutiye--"
She was scared shitless.
"I handled it. Shut up and wait for me," I cut her off.
Only then did the fear softened back into her usual cool arrogance. She was daring, stupid and a slut but she was afraid of her father, her family and being caught in her indulgences. She did not want to be cut off from the source of her riches and comfort.
Back at my place, her body relaxed after we shared a joint. I pulled up the photos on my phone as she lay beneath me, the screen glowing at us. My cock pressed between her ass cheeks, my chest against her back.
There it was: the cleaner, clear in the background, staring directly at Tanya's spread ass. As her face buried in my ass, tongue deep where it belonged. My asshole invaded.
And I felt her squirm--not from fear, but from the thrill of being seen.