Shy Boy Harem Pt. 03

She had left in the morning because of work. She asked if she could come back later that night. Well, she didn't ask but begged, saying she needed more of my dick. I, of course, couldn't turn her down, especially because I had woken up to a morning blowjob, cumming straight into her throat.

I got ready all alone in the apartment, feeling like I was still in a dream. A girl wanted me? It was wild.

By the time I got to work, the craziness of the previous had mostly left my mind and I toiled away, stocking shelf after shelf and dealing with those shit-talking coeds. Fuck them. At least I lost my virginity.

My shift was eight hours long, leaving me utterly drained by the end of it. As I was walking home, I decided it would be okay to treat myself so I stopped at an Indian restaurant to get some nice, hot curry.

I was seated pretty quickly since the place was essentially empty, save for one couple that was talking excitedly near the door. I was placed in the back, partially behind one of those Japanese screen dividers. Odd decoration but it gave me some privacy which I didn't mind.

I sipped on my water as I waited for someone to come serve me. It took a bit but eventually, someone rounded the corner.

She was crazy hot. Long thick black hair tied together in a terribly cute bun, tits that might have been just a touch bigger than Valeria's, and a flowing black dress that served to hide a delicious ass.

"Hi, welcome to Rajineesh. My name is Aanya and I'll be your waitress for today. Can I get you started with anything?"

She was too beautiful, someone that could rival Valeria. My voice was caught in my throat so I could only shake my head no.

"Water then?"

I nodded dumbly, like I was mute.

"Perfect," she said with a smile and walked off.

A girl like her wouldn't give me the time of day.

I sat alone looking through the menu to see if anything special caught my eye. It wasn't particularly impressive, instead listing mostly food items white people would expect in an Indian restaurant, not necessarily food items an Indian would expect.

I decided to stick with curry, opting for a spicy one. I loved a little spice since it reminded me of home.

The waitress, Aanya, came back carrying a tray of food, probably for the other guests, and a cup of water. The tray was perched precariously on her hand and shoulder, making it rather awkward for her to move. Her tits jiggled invitingly even as she tried to minimize all unnecessary movement.

She walked up to my table and tried to set the glass of water down but found that she couldn't bend down without slightly tipping the tray. I reached out to help by grabbing the glass from her hand and, as I did so, I accidentally brushed my hand against hers. I felt that familiar shock course through our bodies, making her jump slightly. I reacted quickly enough to grab hold of the tray and stabilize while she stared at me, mouth agape.

"Oh my god. That was quite the shock!" She said after she recovered.

"Yea, sorry, it's becoming quite the pernicious little thing."

She laughed. "Do you rub wool socks on a carpet or something?"

Even though she was doing a good job covering it up, I couldn't help but notice that same look in Valeria's eyes. Her cheeks were also a little flustered but she rebounded with a peppy energy.

"I'll come back in a second to get your order. Gotta deliver this first!" And she quickly scampered away.

This shock thing was becoming slightly dangerous. I could have been coated in hot curry sauce if I hadn't reacted fast enough. I slumped down into my chair. I decided to not really think about the effect it had on her, mostly because I didn't want to get my hopes up that today would be a repetition of yesterday. I was, after all, still a loser nerd even though I could shock sexy girls.

She came back after a moment, doing a little twirl like she was dancing to a song in her head or something.

"What can I get you?" She said with quite a bit of energy and a smile that could light up a room.

"C-can I just get a spicy curry," I stuttered.

"Sure thing! Coming right up." She spun around and was gone in a flash.

I pulled out my phone and waited by surfing Reddit. I scrolled mindlessly through memes and advice posts. As I was doing that, I noticed through the kitchen window that Aanya was stealthily checking me out. I pretended not to notice but felt awkward, distinctly aware of how unattractive I looked.

I tried to ignore it by diving back into my phone but she kept sneaking glances my way and it made me start to blush.

She eventually returned with my food and I was unable to meet her gaze, too embarrassed by her attractiveness to even look at her.

"Here you go!" She said cheerily as she set the tray down on the table

"Thanks," I mumbled, hoping she would turn away so I wouldn't have to bear her searching gaze anymore. Yeah, I know, I was a total NEET.

Instead of leaving me to eat my food, I felt her hand grazing my back, only to receive the same shock as before. I spun around and looked at her, this time to see that she was clearly ruffled and hot.

"What the...." she trailed off.

"Uh yea, sorry, like I said, it's a bit of a weird thing I have. Lots of static or something."

Her voice was a whisper. "It makes me feel so good..."

"I'm sorry, what?" I couldn't hear her exactly, or maybe my brain was shutting down as it usually did with hot women.

Then, just like yesterday's experience with Valeria, her lips were suddenly locked onto mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth, lapping up my saliva like she was hungry for it. Her small, dainty hands groped the back of my head and chest, nails lightly scratching me through my thin shirt and, let me tell you, it feels amazing.

I could feel her hand run down my shirt and onto my pants leg. A sudden shock erupted once more and she moaned into my mouth, which is another amazing feeling.

But I was also in a state of shock. A hot and sexy Indian woman making sexual advances on me was not what I expected when I had just planned to get dinner.

Before I knew it, she was in my lap, grinding on me, ass sliding around with a practiced expertise. I was rock hard, this random lady sucking my face in the middle of the restaurant. I probably would have been more worried if it weren't for the Japanese divider that created some privacy. Even then, though, it still felt awkward.

Her breasts pushed against my chest and I couldn't help but get a boner.

"You're so hard," she whispered into my ear as she grinded on me, the lips of her pussy spreading through her thin panty fabric around my clothed dick. She was definitely making a wet spot on my pants.

"What are you doing?" I whispered back, my voice involuntarily filling with anxiety.

She suddenly started to shake and I felt her fingers dig into my back. Her breathy, quiet moans danced across my ear. The grinding didn't stop, instead becoming more intense, longer strokes, harder ones.

Aanya pulled back and her hands drifted up to my face, cupping it tenderly. They were so delicate and soft, a deep creamy chestnut brown. A thumb rubbed my cheek gently. I noticed her eyes were locked on mine and I returned the gaze awkwardly as the intensity of the moment dawned on me.

"I want you to fuck me," she said.

A bit of silence passed. I probably shouldn't have been as shocked as I was given the circumstances and the events of yesterday (she was still sitting in my lap, after all) but, for some reason, it still totally caught me off guard.

"Here?" I asked stupidly.

She pursed her lips, full and dark but didn't answer. Instead, her actions spoke for her. Her hands left my face and trailed downwards until I felt them flitter across the top of my jeans, where pussy and dick met beneath layers of clothing.

Her fingers tugged at the zipper gently and she was somehow able to get it low enough that my dick, still covered by underwear popped up. She stroked it slowly, soothingly, and it popped out of the fly, thick and throbbing.

"There are other people over there," I hissed, motioning with one hand to the divider and the voices that resided beyond it. My heart pounded in my chest at the fear of being discovered. And, I mean, at the thought of fucking this Indian beauty. She did have my dick in her hand.

She leaned her head down carefully, still stroking my hard cock, and whispered into my ear. "Then we'll be quiet."

In one deft move, she pushed her thin panties to the side and slammed her hips down, hilting me. I went from the feeling of a cool draft brushing my dick to the moist inside of her steaming hot pussy.

It engulfed my dick just like Valeria's had. I couldn't help but let out a grunt of pleasure. Aanya's hand suddenly covered my mouth and a devious glint flitted through her eyes. Mine, in turn, were wide as could be, surprised by the sudden hand that was covering my mouth.

"You're supposed to be quiet," she whispered with a smirk.

With that, her hips went to town, bouncing up and down with a mad vigor. Her skirt hid a view of her ass but, judging by the feeling of it clapping against my legs, it was thick. Of course, it was extremely hard to enjoy the experience of the gorgeous lady riding me due to the fact that it was so out in the open. Every movement of a table, every scrape of a chair, every raised voice caused me to panic.

Yet Aanya seemed completely unfazed that we were openly fucking in the restaurant where she worked. Her head was tossed back, neck bared, big tits bouncing with every jump as her tight pussy milked my dick.

My heart still racing, I tried to calm myself as she continued to ride me, the waves of pleasure that were rolling through me doing nothing to abate the ever-present anxiety. I took a deep breath and caught a wonderful scent of spicy curry mixed with lavender perfume. An exotic smell that blended with something familiar, homey, even. I could almost feel myself getting lost in it, like the scent was conquering all my senses.

I closed my eyes and leaned in deeper as she continued to bounce on my dick, trying to catch another whiff of that pleasant aroma. This time it was more intense. It felt like I had been transported to another island, basking in it. That is, until a tit bopped me in the face.

My eyes opened instantly and I realized that I had leaned in so close that Aanya's bouncing titties had actually lightly slapped me. A furious blush descended over me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I mumbled, feeling like a perv. I definitely hadn't meant to touch her tit. In fact, I hadn't even realized I was close enough. I had gotten lost in the moment.

Aanya slowed her bouncing down until my dick was fully inside her warm passage and she stayed there for a second, eyes glancing over me.

Her voice was a sultry murmur. "You want to see my tits? Is that it?"

My eyes widened and I think my mouth even started to gape. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised but honestly, having sex was still such a new thing for me that I was sure exactly what was proper etiquette and what wasn't.

Her hands slowly climbed up her elegant dress shirt, a dress shirt, I might add, that looked like it was bursting at the seams. She undid one button and, with a practiced twirl of the hips, sloshed her pussy juices on my still fully-hilted dick while revealing the very top of her unblemished chest.

Another button came off, this one revealing only the faintest traces of her juicy tits. Her creamy chestnut skin reflected light as if she had been coated in an oil and yet it simultaneously looked dry.

The next button was undone and it became instantly clear that she was not wearing a bra. Her chest rose and fell gently with each breath, the large globes of her tits jiggling ever so subtly.

Her hips started to gyrate on my cock, pushing me even deeper into her steamy crevice. I could feel her juices running down my balls and onto my pants, likely staining them. A chair scraped on the other side of the room and people stood up but Aanya didn't even flinch. She continued her slow, sensual dance on my lap, tight pussy gripping my rock-hard cock.

The button after revealed her nipples, small dark areolas amidst two gentle sloping curves. They looked so soft, so warm.

She grabbed one of her large, heavy tits and pulled it of the dress shirt. It rested on the portion of the shirt that was still buttoned but likely didn't need to as it was such a perky, gravity-defying that it could have stood on its own. She did the same with the other. They were massive, but not comically so. Definitely larger than Valeria's.

The voices of the other guests drifted away and I heard a door closing.

"It's just you and me now," she said, her voice a purr. Aanya looked down at herself, at her massive titties, likely unable to see anything below them and then glanced back up at me with a pouty face. "My ex-boyfriend hated them. He always said he preferred itty-bitty titties. What do you think?"

As she finished talking, she lifted herself up to the point where my dick almost fell out of her pussy and then slammed her hips down, cheeks clapping against my clothed thighs. I moaned in delight and bliss. Her pussy was really just too good.

"Oh yea?" She said, leaning down to whisper into my ear again. "You like Desi pussy? You like my Indian cunt?"

I could only nod, a slight feeling of embarrassment coming to the surface at the lewdness of her talk.

"Then why don't you suck my tits." She pulled back and thrust her glorious chest out and I realized that they were far too big to be covered by just my two hands. Aanya pulled my head in, stuffing my face with squishy and supple titflesh.

Almost instantly, I lost sense of my surroundings, totally surrendering to her velvety smooth titties. She sandwiched my face between them and rocked her chest side to side. I stayed, essentially motionless, basking in them.

"Aww, you don't want to suck them?" Her pouty voice returned and I shot a glance up from beneath mounds of boobflesh. Her lips were pulled into a tight sulk, the bottom one jutting out.

"No!" I said, mostly mumbling through boob. "They're incredible."

She suddenly did a little jump for joy and clapped her hands together excitedly. This move, of course, caused her tight pussy to milk my cock but she didn't seem to notice my groans of pleasure. "Yay! That makes me so happy!" Without any ceremony or pomp, she placed her hands back on my head and shoved me over to one of her nipples.

I didn't know exactly what to do so I decided to let instinct take control and I suckled like a babe on a teat. Her nipple was as hard as diamonds and tasted surprisingly great. It was intense, deliciously intense. I sucked on it like I used to suck on my mother's nipple when I was an infant, hungry, passionately.

She moaned and then started to shake rapidly, a sudden orgasm descending over her. Her moan turned into a scream and her arms wrapped around my head, pulling me even deeper, tit suddenly filling my mouth. I widened my jaw to make sure I wasn't biting down on it but that only worsened the problem as even more titflesh found its way in. Of course, there was no way to fit the entire thing in my mouth but it was enough that it became slightly uncomfortable, albeit still terribly hot.

She continued to scream and shake, still impaled on my dick. "Oh my fucking God! Oh shit!" she yelled, legs quaking. A sudden shock continued the orgasm. I didn't stop sucking, feeling the nub in my mouth, swirling my tongue around both it and breast alike.

I continued to suck, ravishing her tit. Ten minutes ago I was her customer, now this Indian beauty was cumming on my dick and forcing me to suck on her tits.

She resumed fucking me, bouncing up and down on my still rock-hard cock, but she didn't release me from her titties. Instead she mashed my face even more into them as her silky pussy milked my dick.

"Your dick is so good! How can it make me feel like this!"

I lifted both hands and grabbed ahold of her big, heavy boobs as she worked my duck, gyrating her hips at all the right moments to set me ablaze. And set me ablaze it did.

Her fat ass cheeks clapped loudly against my legs. I vaguely wondered if there was anyone in the back room but Aanya acted like she didn't care so I figured I would follow suit.

"Fuck me like you own me!" She yelled. "Fuck me hard, baby!"

Her bouncing increased in both speed and intensity, washing me in the euphoric pleasure of her clenched and damp pussy. It was nothing like I had ever felt before and with her considerable tits in my mouth, I was approaching an orgasm quickly. I dug my fingers into her soft titflesh and suckled harder, creating another shock that caused her quake but did not slow down her relentless humping.

Pressure built in my balls, just like it had with Valeria, although this time it was in exotic Desi pussy and, boy, let me tell you, did it have a different feel. It had such a zest to it, an almost spiciness.

"Cum in me! Fill me up with your cum!" She yelled even louder than before.

Aanya leaned down into me, smothering me in titties and pounded me as hard as she could, her velvety insides milking me for all I was worth. The pressure continued to build with each and every clap.

I gripped her tits harder than before, trying to hold in my cum, the rough grip causing her to moan even more which did little to help prolong the coming orgasm. Instead she reached a fever pitch, leaning on top of me and lifting her ass so with every bounce that my dick would almost fall out before it came crashing back down.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned, feeling both euphoric and awkward about the fact that her sweet Desi pussy was now going to be filled with my white NEET cum.

"Do it, baby!"

She came down especially hard and I came. I fucking came. My body convulsed as I squirted rope after rope into her pussy. Wracked with pleasure, I squirmed and shook and in my chair.

It was amazing.

It was incredible.

I could feel my dirty seed filling up her gorgeous cunt. I moaned into her tits, her nipple lodged firmly in my mouth.

Just as my orgasm was subsiding, she hopped off my cock, pulling her wonderful boobs away from my hungry mouth, and plopped onto the floor. Her mouth opened wide and immediately settled over the head of my cock, perfect lips forming a seal over my bulbous cockhead as she sucked gently, careful not to go too hard as I was still sensitive.

Her tongue swirled slowly around my head, mopping up the cum, and with a practiced ease, bobbed her head slowly, going deep enough that I hit the back of her throat.

She focused on cleaning my dick just like that. Well, that is until she had an orgasm while I was right in the back of her throat, massive jugs quivering just like her legs were. Another shock has set her off.

Eventually, Aanya stopped sucking and used her lips to run around my shaft, picking up the rest of the cum and pussy juices that she had missed while blowing me.

She finished with one final, sensual lick and gave me the largest smile a woman could.

That was how I met Aanya.