My name is Nidhi. I’m 24 year old and I live in Bangalore with my boyfriend. This confession is something that happened to me when I was studying in a college in India.
I was traveling to Kolkata with my friends. A bunch of creative and wanton folks. I was with my then boyfriend but I was a slut– thought not many knew about it. The guy I was with was a decent guy but not great in bed. And I had a FWB– who incidentally happened to be his classmate and our travel mate.
Throughout the journey, my FWB and I eyed each other. I knew what he wanted but with my then-boyfriend beside I refused to make any move. There were our friends around us too so interaction aside from being playful would be chaotic. So, as I sat next to my then-boyfriend talking sweet nothings, my FWB messaged me. Dirty texts.
“I miss the scent of your cunt”. “I want to fuck you like a whore”. “I want to plough you and send you with my cum dripping.”
His messages would keep popping up. And I’d read then nonchalantly. He knew how wet I get with dirty talk. And I was already sopping wet. The sexual rose as the day progressed and it reached a point where I couldn’t sleep at night.
“Midnight snack?” I texted him. I was awake. Prompt came the response. “Always”.
I went to the washroom of Tier 2. There were a couple of people there. So I went to the other washroom. It was almost empty. He followed. I’m a stickler for hygiene and ambience but when I’m in heat that just goes out of the window.
It is Indian railways and while it was relatively clean and dry, it still wouldnt have been my first choice. But I didnt care. I immediately got on my knees and unzipped him; took his cock in my mouth and began to devour it like I haven’t eaten in days.
I sucked his balls and when I was about to deepthroat him he stopped me and said if I kept going he would cum. I said it’s okay but he had other plans.
I stood up and held the wall as he pulled down my shorts and fucked me like a cheap slut. And that made my pussy cream. The train howled and I howled louder. The rocking motion of the train helped him gain rhythm so that all his thrusts were several fold deeper and harder.
He kept saying ‘you’re a nasty whore’ as he fucked as if it was a mantra. And I agreed to him. ‘I’m a nasty nasty cum whore’. I was. A few compartments away my then-boyfriend slept while I was getting ploughed like a wanton slut.
When he was close to cumming, I lost my senses and asked him to cum in me. He squirted his thick cum deep in my pussy. We had been gone for close to 20 minutes but no-one noticed.
And I went back with his cum leaking down my thighs. Even the next morning when I layed down on my then-boyfriend’s lap as the station approached, I could feel my pussy drool for more.