The First Seduction – Part I
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Riya is the name I have used multiple times over causal hook-ups and erotic encounters. For obvious practical reasons, I cannot share my real identity here. This is the first time I am posting an experience on this site. Also, the truth of what I am sharing is to the best of my memory. Considering this happened about a year back, there may be some factual errors. But I am sure you won’t mind those. By no means am I gonna apologize for my lack of storytelling capabilities, but be warned just the same. Here goes. It was 8 AM when the alarm woke me up. I still remember that day so clear as if it was yesterday; although it was actually about a year ago. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t as if I hadn’t had sex before that. I was 19 then and had couple of boyfriends by then and as much sex as an average 19 year old girl gets; bunch of plain vanilla missionary nights. It wasn’t exactly boring, but well, not as thrilling as I had hoped. I had imagined my life to be filled with magical moments. And truth be told, except for my first time with them, neither of my ex-boyfriends had been able to make me feel any magic. That brings me to the day in question. My first ever planned one-night-stand. Technically, it was a 2-day-1-night sleep-bend-stand-and-every-other-position-imaginable. But wait; let me tease you a little with the context and the setting. Oh, the setting! I don’t exactly remember how exactly I came across a website. Truth be told, I think it was when I was browsing some erotic pornography. Talk to total strangers, the site boasted. I thought, what the hell, let’s give that a try too. I was honestly tired of having to finger myself over stupid demeaning porn every time those urges broke out. I wanted something wilder, a bit more twisted to vent all that oozing energy. To be honest, I wasn’t impressed by the crowd in that website. That’s when it struck me. I could just toy with the whole lot, pick the nicest guy and turn him into my bad-boy. It was a foolproof plan. Or so I thought. After spending half a Saturday online, chatting up bunch of total strangers to their orgasms, I found my prey. He said his name was Karan and he was from Thane. Sure enough, that wasn’t his real name. How do I know? I didn’t wanna use my real name, why should he. I gave him my fake name that I have used countless more times since then for such escapades, and that’s how the alias Riya Ahuja was born. Once I was sure that I wanted to tease him further, I created a fake Gmail account with that name and asked him to do the same. After few erotic role-play chats over Gmail, I was sure that I wanted to take advantage of this guy. Don’t get me wrong, the kind of advantage I had in mind, I was sure he wouldn’t mind for a second. So there I was, sitting on the chair in my room, wearing only a wide neck t-shirt, I clicked a photo of me and sent it to him. No clear nudity of course, and no clear shot of my face, I was horny, not stupid. I asked him to do the same. I knew I couldn’t expect him to look as flawless as me, but by what I saw, I wasn’t disappointed. He wasn’t a 6-pack-ab-ed stud, but no excess fat, clearly defined shoulders and chest and a head with hair, he was good enough for me. He told me he loved the way I had spread my bare legs and focused on my fair cleavage. I could see his erection in his photo. Of course he liked me, half my class turned their heads around to look at my slender body and observe my curves wave as I walked past them. The other half didn’t turn around because they were jealous girls. But I digress. So after exchanging the token pics and liking what I saw, I told him that we should meet up one weekend and have wild fun. “What kind of fun?” he said. “If you don’t already know, then maybe I was wrong to ask you”, I said. I wasn’t kidding around. It wasn’t like I was a whore who had to dangle my body and ask you to have sex with me. I knew you wanted me. I knew I had you wrapped in my fingers. I knew at that moment, I could insult you, your mother or call you names, and you would still apologize for hurting my feelings instead of other way round. Sure enough, he did. “No. Sorry. I understand what you mean. When should we?” Now that I knew I had him in my wishes, I told him the three rules that I have used so many times since then that I have them by-heart now. “Rule 1: You will not try to find my identity. You will not ask me for Facebook request. You will not try to contact me before or after we meet.” obviously I didn’t want a stalker to mess me up. “Rule 2: You will get medical tests done for all possible STDs and bring those results when we meet. I will do the same” I didn’t want a weekend of fun to fuck up my whole life. “Rule 3: You will book a room in a 3-star hotel for the weekend and bear all expenditure of stay, food and booze” I thought this last one made me sound like a hooker, but I didn’t wanna waste my time on a cheapo. Obviously, he agreed. We set a date. He made the bookings in advance and sent those to me for “review”. It was a water-park-resort of NH8. I think Royal Garden resorts, but don’t remember clearly. Again, let me clarify, I was not planning on sleeping with him at all. All I wanted was a photo of a stranger, tied to bed, with an erect tool. I was gonna use that photo to excite me and make me cum when I fingered myself in future. A twisted, even sick way to get off, I know. But when a girl’s gotta get off, she’s gotta do what she’s gotta do. I was gonna put blinds on his eyes to protect his identity. I wanted a solution for my titillation, but didn’t want to ruin his life. Sure, he’d feel cheated and humiliated for a while. But it wasn’t like he could lodge an FIR against me. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t know my identity. Besides, I knew I could just flash him if push came to shove. I knew he wouldn’t even feel “used” once I flashed him. Anyways, that was the plan. And I thought it was foolproof. But as it goes with foolproof plans, it had a fatal flaw. There it is. That was the context and setting, bringing us to the day in question. It was 8 AM when the alarm woke me up. And this is where the story started. We had decided to meet at the resort itself, so I took bus to Kashimira. From there, I took a Rickshaw to reach the resort. It was a Saturday and it was about 11 AM when I reached there. I wanted “Karan” to be excited out of his mind when he saw me, so I was wearing a Spaghetti top. My young breasts didn’t need a bra to be held upright, so I didn’t wear one. Besides, I have found that nipples pointing through a girl’s top are the easiest way to distract a guy. I was wearing hot shorts that started just above my buttocks and ended just below them. If you saw me that day, my dear reader, you’d have done whatever I told you to do too. Karan showed up. He had put in a lot of effort to look good and he was indeed looking good in his Orange t-shirt that showed off his reasonable biceps. He saw me and a smile spread on his face. He was wearing shades, but I was sure he had already undressed me with his hungry eyes. He took the keys from reception and we proceeded to the room. I had already told him over Gmail that I liked to be in control, so he was fine with it when I took out some rope from my backpack and told him that I wanted to tie his hands to the headboard of the bed. Honestly, I don’t think he was even listening. He was just lost in the nipples protruding slightly from my blue top every time I took a step or even moved slightly. My plan was working. I asked him to undress and he did. He asked me to undress and I told him that I will when he was ready. I asked him to not make any further requests and he obliged. Soon enough, he was in bed, stark naked and fully erect. I tied his hands to bed’s headboard. I put blinds over his eyes. I moved a little back and took out my Samsung S3. I put it on silent and took a few snaps. I had planned on taking 4-5 pics and then untie him, explain to him and leave. But looking at a naked man with a reasonably good body, tied to a bed in a locked room, I felt a moment of endless possibilities. And as it usually goes with such moments, I decided to push the boundaries and take things a bit further. For future references, I took a few more pics and put my phone back in my backpack. For a minute, I considered gagging him, but something wicked in my mind came up with a much better idea. “Now I will come close to you. I may or may not touch you. You will have to be patient. You will have to not talk. The more time you keep your lips locked more things I will do. If you speak, I will get angry. If I get angry, I do not know what I will do. Nod if you understand”. He nodded. I got on the bed; I could see him gulp nervously. He probably hadn’t done anything like this before. Then again, neither had I. But as I moved closer, I could feel my excitement taking over my nervousness as I moved my mouth close to his neck. I didn’t kiss him, just kept breathing heavily over his neck. I could see his tool throbbing. I touched his chest with my fingers. He moaned very slightly. I could see he was concerned. “It’s ok to moan. Just don’t speak words”. Weird game, I know. I was making it up as I went along. I started moving my left hand fingers over his chest from left to right, touching only very lightly. He was in the middle of a king size bed and I was sitting on my knees on his right. Suddenly, I went ahead and kissed him on his lips. “Ahh” he moaned as I grabbed his tool with my hand. But I wasn’t about to hand jobbing him I thought. I wasn’t so slutty. I let it go and grabbed the blanket from bottom of the bed. I pulled it over his legs, covering his tool. Now that it was covered, I saw no harm in sitting over him. I tucked the blanket a bit more above and proceeded to put my left leg across his waist. I was sitting over him now, with nothing but my shorts and a blanket between our first sexual intercourse. I could feel his dick throbbing hard through the sheet of blanket. I leaned ahead and put my mouth to his. This time, I decided to not break that smooch. It went on. My lower lip was between his lips. He started moving his tongue slightly over my lips. I felt myself getting more and more excited and the free spirited slutty version of me getting bolder and bolder. In a smooth move, I slid my tongue into his mouth. He must’ve felt the urgency in my flesh because he started sucking on my tongue with all his might. We lay there French each other out for a few minutes when I felt his chest brushing over my nips over my top. I must’ve leaned in quite a lot for that to happen. I decided to go along just a little further; after all, I was still fully clothed and could leave anytime I wanted. I pressed myself over him. My boobs pressed over his chest and my waist over his. My grip on his tool must’ve pressured a bit too much because he moaned slightly loudly. I lifted my waist a little bit above to let him adjust comfortably. He sensed it and quickly moved his legs moving the blanket sheet below. His tool was back in my view. It had gotten much bigger than earlier, and was shaking like a drunk mental with Parkinson’s. I decided to let this aggression slide. After all, I didn’t wanna bully him so much that he’d lose all confidence. I sat back on top of his waist. I adjusted his dick over his stomach in such a way that it was right between my legs when I sat back on him. By now our kiss had broken, and I was massaging his chest and neck. Suddenly, I don’t know what came over me, and I removed his blinds. He could see me now. And in his eyes, I could see the lust. I had seen lust in boys’ eyes before, but this was different. This lust was sum of all our titillating chats, all the waiting I had forced on him and all his anticipation rolled into one. That lust is addictive as I know it now. And in that moment, it gave me enough courage to undo the knots over my shoulder and let my top fall over my waist. His eyes lit up even more once he was able to see my perky breasts. I started moving my hips like a lap dance. It was massaging his dick over my shorts. While moving, I leaned over and put my left nipple near his mouth. He tried to move his head and kiss it. I moved back quickly, keeping it just inches from his lips at all times. He saw that I was playing with him, smiled and leaned back. I smiled back at him and leaned over again, this time, enough to touch my right nipple on his upper lip. He took the opportunity and started sucking on it. Since he couldn’t put much force through his head, on account of being tied up, I pushed my boobs down on his mouth building up the pressure. Meanwhile, I kept lap dancing his tool off. In a matter of seconds, I could see him catching his breath and I knew he was about to cum. I leaned back quickly and increased the speed of my hip movement, at the same time; I grabbed his neck tad forcefully, sort of choking him. Within seconds, his body started shaking uncontrollably, partly due to lack of air supply and partly due to orgasm building up. At a vulnerable moment I let go of his neck and as he started gasping all possible air back into his lungs, he came. The force of his cum was so fierce that it spread over my shorts, his stomach, chest and a little bit on the bed sheet. By the time he stopped cumming, his face was red and he had his breath back. He kept staring at me. I could see that he was as wildly happy with his spurting overflowing orgasm as he was furious about the potentially murderous horny girl sitting on top of his still throbbing dick. “Be very careful what you say next Karan. What happens over rest of this whole weekend depends on it.” He just nodded. I think he was scared that if he spoke, I would walk away. There I was, sitting atop a naked guy who had come all over my shorts and all over himself, the same guy whom I had nearly choked to death, and I still had him wrapped around my fingers. The sheer feeling of power and dominance made me much wet than I already was. “From here on out, you can speak. But be very courteous when you do. No name-calling. I may not be acting like a lady, but I surely wanna be treated like one”. I stole that line from Jenni Lee. :) He said, ” Riya…Oh Riya…You are the best”. I could see he was still grasping. I wanted to clean up cum spread around his dick. His clothes and my top were lying around the bed. I thought of cleaning it up with those. But then, something wicked tickled inside me again. I got off him. “Don’t go please. Please!” He pleaded. “I’m not going anywhere” I assured him. I got off bed. Turned around, with my back to him, unbuckled my shorts and slowly took them off. I threw them onto the chair across the room. I did the same with rest of our clothes spread around the bed. Now, between the two of us, the only piece of clothing was my thin panties. I turned back around and bent over the bed taking them off. I didn’t throw them across the room though. I had other plans with them. I could sense him sucking my body head to toe with his eyes. I didn’t know it yet, but I had already decided to go all the way. His dick was flaccid now, obviously, since it had just shot like a few liters of cum out of it. I started cleaning around his dick with my soft satin panties. First I cleaned up over his chest and stomach. Touching only slightly, like a feather, moving swiftly to his tool. Surely enough, his veins had started to flow more blood towards it. He wasn’t fully erect yet, but I was sure I could help with that. With my panties in my left hand, I started cleaning up the area around his dick and with my right hand; I started caressing the head of his tool. His hands were still tied but I could see him struggling with those. I decided to let him struggle for a while. In the meantime, I had started moving both of my hands around his dick. I was gripping it firmly when moving from top to bottom and releasing the grip when moving from bottom to top. In a matter of minutes, he was fully erect again. I kept going at it with my hands. I could see his pressure building up, but this time, I was not gonna let him cum so easily. After all, I was wet like a river down there too. So without any warning, I jumped on top of him. Teasing his tick on my pubic area for a while, I started moving my hips. As strong as his dick had become, it took a few moves, but without any directions from hands, it slowly found its way inside me. I was very wet, but being so young I still felt a slight flicker when he went inside me. I let out a soft moan. I could see the happiness spread across his face and obviously the body part he had inside me. His thing started moving inside me. I started moving my hips to its rhythm. He started moving his hips too. I let my hands rest on his chest and with that support, started moving my waist up n down. I could see that he was enjoying it and at the same time, the rope was now pulling over his clearly stretched hands. Pretty soon, he’d be in pain, so I decided to release the ropes. I loosened the knot on one of his hands. He freed his hand easily and then undid the other one himself. Now his hands were free. “Can I touch you?” He asked like a good little student. I wanted to make his crazy now. I needed him to be an animal. “From now, until us both cum, you are allowed to do anything” I said. He grinned. I gave him back a wicked smile. He held my waist and started to move me up n down himself. I moved my hands from his shoulders and let myself fall over him. My face was now on the side of his face and my boobs pressed over his chest. He hugged me lightly and started pushing his dick further inside me. His technique was good. I took his thing almost out of me and then rammed it back inside me with a full force. And this, he did with speed making me moan pretty loudly. After a while, I told him to go slowly. He complied. He then moved a little bit to his left, turned around and turned me around with him. With his hands behind my shoulders, he was now on top of me. He hugged me tightly now and stopped moving his hips altogether. I was not sure what to expect, but I decided to let him take the lead now. After all, I was a bit tired after all that movement, now, I thought, let him do the work. Almost as if he read my mind, he started kissing my neck and moving his hips in a to-n-from motion instead of an up n down motion. This made me move up and down within his arms, making his kiss start on my neck and reach my boobs every time he jammed his thing inside me. I was enjoying his rough handling of my body. The control I had kept on my body till now, I let it all go. I was moaning again. I don’t clearly remember exactly what happened next, but I remember moaning like a crazy wounded person and I remember his lips on mine and his tongue on mine. I also remember feeling his warm gushing cum inside me and an uncontrollable amount of shivers within my body. The wetness inside me now was not only from his cum, but also from mine. I asked him to let his thing rest inside me and not take it out. I didn’t want those sticky fluids to rush out as soon as he took out his dick. He kept it inside me, and that kept the warm cum from both of us tingling inside me down there. We were still hugging each other tightly. We lay there like that for quite some time. This was awesome I thought. It had slowly started to dawn on me that a complete stranger had just cum inside of me. The implications of that on my morality and the practical possibility of pregnancy should’ve scared me at that point. But surprisingly, it didn’t. I knew I had enjoyed every moment and every touch and every drop of cum in the last hour or so. I had no regrets and in fact wanted more of this crazy wild madness. In its unabashed enjoyment, it had opened a door to a whole bunch of new possibilities and experiences for me. I was glad that I did what I did. As title clearly indicates, I will share the rest of this experience in the next parts of this story. Stay tuned and feel free to contact me on my Gmail id.