Vishal's Whore Ch. 01

I feel his eyes on me as I dance, or when I knock down a few drinks at the bar or when I sit with my friends in one of the booths. I've felt his eyes on me the whole evening, and it's making me wet. He hasn't approached me or indicated in any way that he will; he just keeps following me around with his smouldering eyes.

I'm out with my friends at the nightclub, having a good time. I try to ignore him. It's just that his bold staring is making me horny and I want him to make his move quickly. But he doesn't. He just sits there and watches me.

By the end of the night, I am aware of every inch of my own body through his eyes. And I'm also acutely aware of the throbbing between my legs. I've already made two trips to the ladies' room and fingered myself to a release both times, but I keep getting wet and aroused.

And his eyes keep roving over my body.

Finally, he walks up to me at the bar and taps me on the shoulder.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asks, bending down to talk in my ear over the thumping music.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I saw you at Shravani's party last week," he declares, naming one of my friends. "I'm her friend."

Now I know why he looked vaguely familiar. I slip off the bar stool and follow him. He guides me to the door and out of the warm, noisy club. We walk a few feet away and he offers me a cigarette. I accept and light up.

'He's not conventionally handsome', I think. But there's a ruggedness in his face and an intensity in his eyes. All night long, I feel like he's been undressing me and fucking me with his eyes.

He looks up and at me after lighting his own cigarette and those intense eyes bore into mine.

"So I've heard you're a slut."

Just like that. He says it like he's commenting on the weather.

I feel it like a kick in my gut and the remark immediately ignites a fire in my belly and warms up my cunt.

"I... that's very rude..." I stammer.

A predatory smile curls around his lips.

"But true," he states.

I dip my eyes, disengaging from his gaze, wondering how to answer. Finally, I shrug. It is true. I enjoy sex.

We stand there and smoke for a while, not talking. I know I'll end up going with him and knowing how the night will end now, I just give myself over to it. We finish our cigarettes and he takes my hand up in his, tugging it.

"Let's go."

"What? Where?" I ask him, confused by his sudden claim on me.

"To my place."

"Just like that? I don't even know you," I say.

"You know you want me," he replies. "And I want you."

I look deep into his eyes and wonder what to say.

"I think you'll do," he murmurs, almost to himself.

"Do?"

"For what I have in mind," he elaborates.

His meaning couldn't be clearer. He all but says I'm going to take you home and fuck you. It's the baldest proposition I've ever had but his self-assurance makes me hot.

"Okay, but I have to tell my friends," I tell him.

He steps back and gestures towards the door of the club.

"I'll wait for you here," he says.

I run in and check up on him with my friends.

"Do any of you know the guy who came up to me just now?" I throw out.

"Vishal?" one of them asks.

'So that's his name', I think.

"You know him?" I ask my friend.

"Sure," she replies. "He moves around with Shravani's group sometimes. Seen him around but haven't really talked much."

So he's legit. I gather up my clutch and hurriedly tell my friends that I'm leaving with him. I finish my goodbyes, running out the door and seeking him in the darkness.

He's standing across the road, his bike already between his thighs. As he sees me, he starts it up and revs it. The deep growl of the engine runs a shiver down my body. This is going to be good.

I run across lightly and straddle the bike, adjusting myself and putting my hands around his waist from behind.

"Ready?" he asks me.

I murmur into his ear and we're off.

I've ridden on bikes all my life but this is something else. The bike is more powerful than the average Indian two-wheelers and he drives it with a controlled wildness, speeding down the almost empty night roads. The vibrating seat between my legs has me aroused and ready by the time we reach his place.

As soon as we're in the door, I grab him and try to pull him to me.

He reacts instantly, taking both my hands in one grip and slamming me against the wall.

"It will be my way, slut," he says, looking into my eyes.

I feel my lower lip trembling in fear and embarrassment, and the adrenaline rushes through my blood, but there's also the drugged feeling of heavy arousal. I'm almost drenched in the juices my pussy releases by his rough handling of me.

Just as suddenly he had taken me captive, he releases me and turns away to walk into the apartment.

I follow him directly to a bedroom. A huge bed is the focus of the room, and I swallow, envisioning myself naked and writhing on top of it with him ravishing my hot body.

"Take off your clothes," he orders and moves into the bathroom.

By this time I am so aroused by the bold and easy power he wields that I don't question him, stripping out of my top and jeans quickly, before throwing off my bra and panties too and walking over to the bed.

"Don't get on it yet," he says from behind me. "I want you kneeling by the edge."

I turn around and watch him walk completely and proudly naked to the bed. His still flaccid cock stands out slightly from his body and sways as he walks. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he crooks his finger at me, signalling me to come to him.

I obey and walk over to kneel before him.

He takes his soft cock in one hand and places the other hand at the back of my head. Moving my face to him, he rubs it lightly over my lips.

I open my lips to take him in and feel his fingers bunch in my hair tightly. He wrenches my head back and bends his face down to me. My mouth opens in a soundless cry.

"Don't do anything without my permission," he hisses.

I swallow and nod slowly, keeping my eyes on him.

"I'll tell you what to do, when to do it and how to do it."

I nod again and his grip in my hair relaxes. He moves away and pulls my face in towards him again. He lightly slaps my cheeks with his semi-erect cock, rubbing the head over my soft skin. Then he pulls me in further until my nose is in the crease where his leg joins his body. I can smell his musky odour as he rubs my face against him.

"Lick," he orders.

I slip my tongue out and slide it over his thigh. He takes my head in both his hands and manoeuvres it so that I am licking at the base of his cock, then his balls. The little curly hair on him tickle my nose and tongue. He feels salty and warm and male.

His hands press my face into him again and again, my tongue and face servicing him wherever he directs me, over and around his testicles, along his thighs, in his groin and over and above his cock. I lick everything but his growing member. Then he firmly presses my face into him and holds me there. My nose is pressed against him, firmly wedged between his cock and his leg and I can hardly breathe. My mouth is open on his thigh and I can feel his semi-hard cock against my cheek.

He holds me like that and runs a hand over the nape of my neck, gripping me and pulling me to him further. I am mashed against him and cannot breathe; I grab his legs with my hands and press, panicking.

He moves my face away then. I've hardly taken in a huge gulp of air before he shoves his cock into my open mouth.

"Open wide," he says.

His meat invades my mouth and I feel the salty, slightly musty taste of him fill me. I feel my wetness running down my thighs as his cock expands in my mouth. He reaches into my mouth with two of his fingers and pulls at my lips, opening my mouth wider. Saliva pools in my mouth and dribbles down my chin as I'm unable to swallow with his cock blocking my throat.

He takes my head between both his hands then and moves me back and forth on his rapidly hardening cock. It fills my mouth until my lips and cheeks stretch around him and I gag as it bumps against the back of my throat. He just jams it in and holds me still as I work my throat and fight against my gag reflex. My eyes water and overflow instinctively as I overcome the urge to throw up. I clench my stomach and cunt as every bit of me concentrates on swallowing my impulse to retch.

Only after I have myself under control does he pull himself out of my mouth and again begins slapping my cheeks with his cock.

"You're good, slut," he murmurs.

As his now hard cock hovers around my face, I finally see the size it's grown to. It's thick and long, a magnificent object. It's thicker and lengthier than anything I've ever taken in me and my pussy clenches in anticipation, mixed with apprehension. I'm afraid and aroused at the same time as I eye his monster.

"Up," he orders as he takes me by the hair and pulls.

I scramble to my feet and am pushed roughly onto the bed.

"On your hands and knees, bitch," he commands.

I position myself as he says. He climbs onto the bed behind me and pushes into me from behind, straddling my ass, his cock against my crack. He presses into me like that, humping my soft ass once or twice before reaching down and spreading my cheeks apart.

"Such a nice soft ass," he mutters.

I feel something hot and wet plop into the groove between my ass cheeks, just above my asshole. He rubs his spit into me with one finger, his cock manoeuvring itself between my legs and rubbing against my wet pussy now.

I'm dripping wet and he knows it.

"Such a hot slut you are," he whispers. "So hot and wet and eager to be fucked."

I ache with trying to hold myself still and not reach down to guide his cock into my needy cunt. I want him; I want him so bad!

He keeps rubbing his wet fingers around the rim of my asshole while sliding his cock against me from behind. His cock is barely inside my pussy lips but I want him inside my cunt and fucking me so desperately that I am wild and panting with desire like a bitch in heat. I can think of nothing else but his hard cock teasing me and how good it would be if he just slipped it in and pounded into me, hard and fast.

"Please..." I moan.

He chuckles.

"Hot for it, are you? Such a slut."

"Yes, yes, I'm a slut, a bitch," I say desperately. Anything to have him in me, filling my hot cunt up.

I'm in such a state of arousal that I feel no shame as I beg him to take me.

"Please fuck me," I request. "Please, just put your hard cock in me and fuck me hard. I need it hard and fast, I need you to fuck me. Please, now."

He slaps my ass. One hard, sharp slap. I yelp as it stings.

"What did I tell you about asking for my permission? What did I tell you about having you as and when I please?" he asks in a silky smooth voice. "I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready, whore, not when you want it."

He slaps my ass again sharply.

I could cry with need and frustration. I am so aroused and wet and ready for him and the bastard is just teasing me. I reach down between my legs and feel for his cock.

Suddenly, I'm flipped around and thrown onto the bed on my back. His weight comes down on me, driving the air out of me and pinning me down. One hand grabs my wrists and holds them above my head and his other hand grabs at my breast and pinches my nipple harshly.

I cry out in pain.

"Don't do that again," he says, his face an inch from mine. "I won't tolerate this and the next time, I won't be so gentle with the punishment."

He tweaks my nipples between thumb and forefinger hard again and squeezing my soft breast in his rough palm before letting go.

"I'm not playing," he warns.

Fear and longing war within me again as his warning both alarms me and makes me even more aroused. I look into his eyes and see that he means what he's saying. He will hurt me worse the next time if I don't do exactly as he says.

My blood starts pumping harder as I slowly become aware of his hard body lying on me. His cock is stuck to the side of my thigh, wet from my juices, and his stomach and chest are crushing me to the bed. I stick my tongue out to lip my suddenly dry lips.

His eyes follow my tongue hungrily before he swoops down to my mouth in a hot, wet kiss. Little stabs of his tongue duplicate the mating ritual in my wet mouth and I moan into him, wanting more but afraid to ask for it. Instead, I enjoy this kiss and press my legs together, clenching my cunt hoping I can trigger my orgasm just by his kiss. I feel the blood rise and the pressure inside me is curling upwards but before I can channel it and harness it, he breaks off and rises up off me.

Roughly moving my legs apart, he spreads my vulva apart with his fingers and rubs my moist cunt. Then swiftly plunging two fingers deep inside me, he starts pumping my centre.

This is what I was waiting for and I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensations, pumping my hips slightly in response to his thrusting fingers. After a minute he adds a third finger to the two and fills me up quite nicely, still holding my pussy lips indecently open with one hand and plunging into me with the other. I am so aroused and ready that it only takes a minute before I feel my orgasm thundering through me. I buck and arch and writhe on the bed as it rips through me and he slows down as I ride it.

He spreads my legs wider then, lifting them up and pushing them back until my heels are up in the air and my knees touch my shoulders. My pink moist cunt is spread open lewdly as he holds me in that position and takes his time simply looking at my cunt and anus displayed for his pleasure.

"Limber too," he mutters. "Good."

He kneels just below me and brings my legs forward to place my calves on his shoulders. His hands reach out and fondle my nipples. Slowly he starts squeezing, harder, sharper, twisting, pulling until my breath starts to stick in my throat from the pain-pleasure of it. I am trying not to squirm and my hands take bunches of the bed sheet on either side of me and pull. I grit my teeth and moan weakly. A tear snakes down the side of my face from the intense pain.

Suddenly his hands become soft and gentle as he cups my breasts. He strokes and caresses with an open palm, lovingly touching my rounded globes. I start to relax a bit. Then just as suddenly, he slaps them, really hard. I whimper and arch up off the bed in surprise. He pushes me back down and resumes touching my breasts. Again he slaps me and this time I cry out. He pinches my nipples hard again, setting them on fire.

Three or four more slaps, followed by the pinching of my nipples and my breasts are red and sore. He runs the palms of his hands over my hard nipples, stimulating the already throbbing flesh to painful extremes.

I feel his cock touching my pussy. Just touching it. Again, I am driven almost crazy by the desire to have him inside me, filling me up and fucking me hard. Again I grit my teeth and try not to cry out my need.

I cannot help tilting my hips a little though and he notices.

"Want to be fucked, do you?" he asks softly.

'Yes,' I want to shout out. 'Yes, I want you fucking me like an animal.'

But I don't. I just bite the inside of my cheek hard and another tear slips down my face.

His hands move down to my cunt and he slides them into my slit, teasing me. It's all I can do, all I have within me that stops me from bucking up into his hand. He rubs his hand in my wetness a little before moving to my clit. He drives the hood back and takes my sensitive clitoris in his thumb and forefinger. And squeezes savagely.

I scream.

He slaps me hard across my face.

"Shut up, bitch," he hisses.

I am so surprised that I just stare up at him.

"Do that again and I'll gag you," he warns.

I take in dry gasping sobs, close my eyes and try to centre myself.

His fingers go back to my cunt. He slides my clit between his slick fingers now, gentle, exerting just that little bit of pressure. He slides fingers into me and fills me up again. I'm sighing and moaning and pleading in my head for him to fuck me. I feel his eyes on me and I know he's enjoying seeing me like this. Spread out wantonly and entirely at his mercy. Squirming with need, like the slut he called me.

Suddenly he mashes my clit into my pelvic bone, hard. A low growl escapes my throat and I clench my pussy around his fingers. Bunching my hands into fists, I drive my nails into my hands, barely stopping myself from shouting out again.

"You learn well," he says appreciatively.

My clitoris and cunt are screaming from the exquisite sensitivity he is putting me through. I am this close to cumming but he backs off, not moving his hands in me, just sliding a finger over my labia uninterestedly. Another tear slips down my face in an effort to keep myself from not taking control and moving my hips against him.

Slowly, he starts sliding his fingers in and out of me, prolonging the agony. His other hand is again at my clit, squeezing now gently, then hard, then rolling me between his fingers until my tortured flesh calls out for relief. His fingers in my cunt curve up against my vaginal walls and he crooks them, finding and rubbing my g-spot.

It is too much; I feel my release building in me and suddenly I am cumming, moaning and writhing and bucking into his hands at my cunt. I feel the blood pumping through my temples, throbbing at my nipples and in my cunt as he milks my clitoris and makes me ride my orgasm.

When I'm spent and limp and just lying back to recover, I feel him jostle my thigh roughly.

"Come on, slut, up," he orders.

I open my eyes and look at him.

"On your hands and knees."

I drag my tired body up, turn and offer my ass up to him.

He grips my hips and pulls me up into position, then parts my ass from behind, opening me up. Guiding his hard cock to my pussy, he thrusts and is halfway in me in one smooth motion.

I gasp with the feel of his cock in me. As I thought, its thickness fills me up nicely just halfway in.

He pulls it most of the way out and rams it back in. This time I can feel my pussy stretch around him and he is still not in all the way. He pulls out and thrusts again and I hold my breath trying not to cry out. Another thrust and he might just rip me apart. Yet when he finally is fully buried inside and I feel his balls flush up against me, I feel only a dull pain. He starts moving in me, pulling out almost totally and then ramming into me, filling me up uncomfortably. My stuffed cunt feels both painful and aroused at his assault.

His hands reach down to my exposed breasts hanging down from my body and he takes hold of them, one in each hand. As his huge cock fucks me mercilessly from behind, he squeezes and pinches my already tender flesh. I bite my lip between my teeth and take the abuse on my body, my pussy already sore with his ramming and my breasts starting to hurt from his handling.

He uses me like that, his thrusts getting faster and harder, and his hands getting painful on my breasts, mauling and hurting me. I take it like the bitch he called me, my arousal and pain warring with each other and flooding my cunt, sloshing as his cock spears into me again and again.

Finally, his hands on my breasts squeeze me cruelly as he reaches his climax and pours his warm hot cum deep into me. I feel his cock tremble in me and release its seed. We are stuck together by cum and sweat, and when he peels away from me, I feel every inch of him leave my battered cunt.

As he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, I curl up on the other side. He picks up his wallet, riffling through it and coming out with two Rs. 1000 notes that he turns and flings on the bed beside me.

"Get dressed. I want you out of here in five minutes," he says.