The Harem Master: Chapter 1 & 2
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Chapter 1: The Letter “Like, right here?” she said. I nodded. Mahika looked a bit confounded. She could see people both to her right and left. The parking was busy as we had just finished our accountancy classes. “You must be crazy”, she said. “You know me well”, I replied. She looked around again, “But where?”, she asked. I was just waiting for it. “I know a place, come on along.” We waited for the crowd to dissipate and found ourselves a secluded corner at the side of the parking. She knelt down in front of me, unbuttoned my jeans and slipped it off like a pro. My seven-inched monster popped in front of her face. “My, my. Someone is happy to see me.” I gave her a little smile, grabbed her head and parked my meat in her throat. She coughed a little but then started to work along the shaft. Mahika and I had known each other for many good years. Both of us were single and slowly, our friendship evolved into a symbiotic relationship of satisfying each other’s needs. She made her way to the balls and started licking up to the shaft. Her hands hugged my butt as she put my cock in her throat and out, licking the periphery with her tongue, stimulating the tip. She dug one of her hands in my pocket. She pulled out for a second, “You still carry that stupid rope with you?” “Yes, never know when it might come handy. And who asked you to stop sucking by the way?” She gave me a mean look and continued with the blowjob. I slipped off her green top to reveal some of her skin, but her ardent performance on my cock obstructed any further indulgence. But, by this time, she had started using both of her hands to pleasure me. It was becoming uncontrollable. Like a true gentleman that I was, I decided not to inform her. I grabbed her head with her curly hair, give a thrust to her throat, once, twice, again and again, and finally, exploded in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she tried to manage the huge load, gulping it down slowly. Finally, she pulled out and started breathing heavily. “Wow, you swallowed it all”, I said. She stood up. “Yes,” she said, “Yes I did. And you better be grateful.” I laughed. I couldn’t help but notice some vestiges of the action on her face. “Hey, you have got some cum on the corner of your lips”, I said. “Do I?”, she said and licked it off as if it was Hershey’s spread. We laughed. “Oh, I am sorry,” some girl was standing, facing us in the corner. “I didn’t know you were busy, sorry I’ll come back later, I am sorry” and with this, this girl ran away. It was Kashish. Mahika looked at me. “Hey douche bag,” she said, “You do know that she likes you, right?” “Of course,” I replied, “she makes it painfully obvious.” “So?”, she asked. “So what?” “Aren’t you going to do something about it?” “Do I have to? You know as well as I do that I am not into relationships. She is a pretty girl and can find a good guy. Why does it have to be me?” “You will not understand. For you, she’s just a girl. It maybe more special for her. At least try talking to her.” I stayed silent. “And you’re not into relationships? Please, it’s just that it’s not Pratika.” “Enough”, I said. “I’d like to go home.” “Whatever floats your boats, mister”, she said as she picked up her moped and drove away. I slowly made my way to my car. Sometimes I just hate the facts that that girl knows me so well. I unlocked the door and got in. On the driver’s seat, I found an envelope. It was from Kashish. Perhaps it was slipped in through the window which had been inadvertently left open. I read it. “Dear Atheeth, These three months have been difficult for me. I have been struggling to tell you this but I couldn’t make myself to confess. But I have finally decided that I couldn’t take this any longer. I will be waiting at Wayanad’s Arabica Cafe at 6 pm this Sunday. If you come, we could talk it out, otherwise, I will take your absence for an answer. :’) Yours sincerely, Kashish” *** Chapter 2: Wayanad’s Washroom Wayanad’s Arabica was one of those places in Bangalore that was a hotspot for lovebirds who used to have their hour-long trysts in the cubicles of its basements. Perhaps, being in love teaches us a thing or two about respecting people’s privacy. Wayanad was one such place. I arrived there exactly five minutes before time, as I always do. I walked down to the basement, found myself a cubicle and made myself comfortable. On the walls, there were pictures of artists like Bob Marley, Bob Dylan and other few Bobs I didn’t care to notice. I saw Kashish as she walked down the spiral staircase to the basement. I waved at her, she saw me and joined. “Hi!” she said with a half smile, “Thank you for coming here, I almost thought you won’t.” Her eyes were fixed on her sandals as she seated herself opposite to me. She was dressed in a tunic dress with purple carvings. Apart from the obvious hesitation that her face had, I couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful. Not that I cared. “Yes,” I said, “I believe there are things that you want us to talk it out.” “Yes there are,” she replied. “So?” “I don’t know how you’ll react so I am a bit nervous.” (“No shit Sherlock!” I thought to myself) “It’s okay, go on”, I said. “You kinda would have figured it out by now, but I need to say this. For the last few months, I have had feelings for you, which I cannot suppress no matter what.” “And?”, I enquired. “And I really, really like you. Will you please go out with me!?” There, she said it. I was least surprised. “Kashish, really I appreciate your feelings but..” “But?” she said, with a look of disappointment on her face. “See, the thing is, I am not really into relationships and stuff like that. So I don’t think it will be a great idea.” She looked down on her palms as she seemingly fidgeted with empty air. “Is it some other girl?” “What?” “It is Mahika, isn’t it?” “What? Not at all! We’re just friends.” “Then what’s the problem? What’s wrong with me?” “See, Kashish, you’re a beautiful girl and you deserve someone better.” “But I don’t want anyone better, I just want you! Please just give me a chance. Why can’t I be with you?” See, Kashish” I could see a tear in her eye, “I am not really a person fit to be in a bilateral relationship. Sometimes I can be a bit.. demanding. I don’t want to harass you with that.” “That’s it?” she said. Her face lit up a bit. “That’s a lot actually, but for most parts, yeah that’s it.” “I don’t mind. I can fulfill your every demand.” I chuckled. Obviously, she was being way too optimistic about the situation she was in. “No, really,” she said, “I’m prepared to do anything if that means that I can be your girlfriend.” That was quite bold. “Anything?”, I asked, “I hope you understand the implications of that?” She put her hand on mine and said, “I am yours. Try me.” That was it for me. I took her by the hand and led her straight to the Wayanad washroom and closed the door. She didn’t resist. I pushed her against the wall, our foreheads met. She closed her eyes, she was ready. Our lips touched. Within seconds, I was kissing her ferociously. I got my tongue in her mouth and started eating her face out. She was surprised but did not resist (“She wasn’t kidding when she said anything”, I thought). With a new found courage, I turned her over, pushed her face down the slab of the basin so as to bend her properly. She realized what was going to happen, I could see that on her face. She was ready. I lifted her dress up and slowly slid down her panties (“God, was she wet!”). I put hands in my jeans and took out my rope. She was a bit surprised again, but all the same, she stayed down in silence as I tied her hands. I unbuttoned my jeans and liberated my member. She saw the size in the mirror and her face went a bit red, wondering if she would be able to take it all in. Without any further ado, I positioned my cock at a good angle and gave it a good thrust. It went in all at once. She screamed. Thank god that place was soundproof, else the entire neighbourhood would have heard that scream. With one hand, I got hold of her arm which was rendered immovable due to being tied up, and with the other, I pushed her back down into the slab and started to drill her. She was a bit tight, but she somehow managed my monster-cock. Things you do for love, maybe? Her insides were burning, she was soaking wet. “You’re a real slut, aren’t you?”, I said as I continued to fuck her. She was trying to gasp some breath to say a few words. “Yes.” she said, “Yes, I’m your slut, fuck me as hard as you can.” I increased my speed. She was merely holding back from shrieking with cries of pleasure as I fucked her brains out. I was reaching the edge. She saw that. “Ahh yes!” she said, “Cum inside me! Pour it all in! I’m your fucking cum-dumpster. Use me as you like!” I closed my eyes as I drilled her cute pussy. And then I with a thrust, I parked my cock as deep as it could go and released a tremendous load inside her, pulse after pulse. “Ahhh!” she climaxed as well. Her eyes rolled up as she received bouts of my seed. The hot juice settled inside her body and I slowly pulled out. I untied her hands and kept the rope back in my pocket. Her knees were still shaking with pleasure and I doubted if she could stand. So, I helped her and sat her down on the commode. She regained her senses. She held my cock in her hand and started licking it clean. “This was the best day of my life!” and she gave the widest smile I had ever seen. *** To be continued. Did you like the story? What would you want to happen next? Let me know: [email protected] I love to hear from my readers!