I woke up from a deep sleep and felt a warm, wet sensation on my cock, a gentle weight pressing across my thighs. My eyes opened; my heart thudded. In a swift motion I threw back the quilt, and the cool morning air hit my skin. The sight stole my breath. Mallika knelt between my legs, her voluptuous naked body in dim light, and she worshipped my nine-inch cock with her mouth. Unbothered by my sudden movement, she continued, her full lips gliding up and down my shaft, slick with her saliva. She tried to deep throat, her lips stretching wide, taking eight inches before gagging softly, but she didn’t stop. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene, lost in the act. She didn’t make any sound, but the soft, wet sucking of her mouth echoed in the room.
I glanced at the clock: 5:20 AM. Too sleepy to overthink, I sank back into the pillows. My hand reached down to brush her hair, like I was petting a beloved puppy. Her tongue swirled around my tip, her lips kissing down the shaft before sucking me deeper, her mouth a warm hug. I parted my legs wider, giving her an invitation; her hands rested lightly on my hips.
I pulled the quilt back over us, cloaking her; her head moved up and down beneath the fabric. Her pace remained slow, sensual, her lips gliding with care. My breathing deepened; my body relaxed into the pleasure, like a dream. After several minutes, the slow build became unbearable; my balls tightened, my cock pulsing in her mouth. With a soft exhale, I came, a sweet, gentle release, not a roar but a quiet flood. Thick ropes of cum spilt into her mouth; her lips sealed around me, swallowing every drop with soft gulps.
My body sank deeper into the mattress, and I took a deep breath. My eyes grew heavy, and I drifted back into sleep.
***
I then woke up at 10 AM, her early morning blowjob still making my cock twitch. I heard music coming from the living room; it was Lana Del Rey’s Brooklyn Baby filling the room with a dreamy scent. I lay in bed, my cock throbbing at the memory of her lips on me early morning, then rolled out, not bothering with clothes, my naked body shining in the morning sun coming through the windows.
There she was: Mallika, a vision of pure sin in the kitchen, humming along to the song, her hips swaying softly as she cooked breakfast, the rich aroma of coffee and scrambled eggs wrapped around me. She wore a sheer white deep V-neck blouse, the fabric so thin it cupped her 36D tits like a lover’s hands, tied in a knot at her midriff, her dark areolas peeking through, teasing. Below, she wore a high-waisted white g-string that hugged her curves, the rhinestone-embellished whale tail shining just above her ass crack, framing her thick, heart-shaped ass like a fucking masterpiece. From behind, she looked like an angel crafted for lust, her body moving with a sensual rhythm as she stirred a pan.
I went up silently, my cock already half-hard, and whispered,
“Good morning.” My voice was low.
“Oh Jesus!” she yelped; the spatula nearly slipped from her hand.
She turned her head slightly, her ocean eyes wide with surprise, then softening into a playful glare.
“What the fuck, Vihaan?”
I smiled, stepping closer, my naked body brushing against her.
“You scared me, you sneaky boy,” she said, her voice teasing, but she didn’t pull away.
I leaned in, my lips capturing hers in a slow, sensual kiss, my hands wrapping around her from behind, my hardening cock pressing against the soft curve of her ass. I slid my hands up, cupping her heavy breasts through the sheer blouse, my thumbs rubbing her nipples, feeling them harden instantly.
“Good morning, Mommy,” I murmured against her lips.
“Breakfast?” she asked, her tone casual, but her breath skipped as I squeezed her tits gently, the sheer fabric doing nothing to hide her arousal.
“Yeah,” I said, my hands sliding down from her breasts, tracing the smooth skin of her waist, her back, then lower to her perfect ass. I caressed the rhinestone whale tail of her g-string, my fingers admiring the sparkling detail.
“This is the one I ordered, right?” I asked, my voice low.
“Yes, the shipment came this morning,” she said, her voice steady despite the spatula trembling slightly in her hand as she flipped the eggs.
“Oh,” I murmured, slipping my finger under the thin strip of her g-string, tracing the fabric where it disappeared into her ass crack, brushing against her pussy lips.
“Where’s everything else?” I asked, cupping both her ass cheeks now, squeezing gently, my cock fully hard now.
“On the table,” she said, pointing with the spatula toward a pile of boxes: thongs, babydolls, fishnets, and those velvet-lined handcuffs I’d ordered.
I smirked, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands, revealing the tight, pink ring of her asshole, beautiful in the morning light. I rubbed my thumb in slow, deliberate circles over it, feeling her tense, then relax under my touch.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she said, turning sharply, her eyes a mix of shock and arousal, her spatula frozen mid-air.
“Your asshole’s so fucking beautiful, Mommy,” I said, my voice raw with want.
“I wanna fuck it, baby.”
She stared into my eyes, searching, her lips twitching into an angry, playful smile.
“God, I wanna punch you, you horny ass,” she said.
“But you’re so damn honest, I don’t know what to do with you.”
She laughed and threw a soft punch at my chest.
“You’re gonna ruin me, baby, wanting my ass like that,” she said.
I smiled wickedly.
“So, let’s do it, right now?” I growled, pulling her closer, my cock pressing against her g-string, leaning in for a kiss.
“No,” she said, her voice sharp and strict.
“No fucking today, Vihaan.”
My jaw dropped.
“Why not, Mommy? You’re wearing that slutty outfit, making my dick ache. You know I wanna fuck you raw, right here in the kitchen.”
She snapped, her eyes flashing.
“Because I don’t want to, that’s why.”
I blinked, confused, my arousal clashing with frustration.
“But you said I owned your pussy last night. You were begging for my cock, screaming it’s mine!” I tried to imitate her voice.
She laughed, a teasing sound, and grabbed my ears gently, tugging them like I was a naughty kid.
“That’s all dirty talk, you horny boy. You don’t get to shove that big dick in me whenever you want. Respect me, baby. I’m more than just a slut in bed.”
Her words hit like a cold shower, her tone firm but playful, her fingers still pinching my ears.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked, my voice edged with confusion.
I thought we had an understanding: Mallika and I were supposed to tear each other apart, fuck until we couldn’t move, lost in raw animalistic sex. But now she was acting like she held all the cards, like she was in control of our entire scenario.
She softened, her hand sliding from my ear to my cheek.
“I love you, Vihaan, but you need to grow up a little, baby. You’re thinking with that dick of yours.”
She glanced down at my throbbing dick and smirked. Before I could protest, she grabbed my cock in a tight, almost painful grip.
“Stop thinking with this fat dick, okay?” she said, her voice stern.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” I yelped, my hands flying up in surrender, my cock pulsing despite the ache.
She released me, laughing, and pointed to the table.
“Now sit and eat your breakfast.”
I sat on the chair, still confused as hell. She sat beside me, her slutty outfit taunting me, her areolas teasing through the blouse. I ate quietly, the eggs and coffee barely going in my stomach. I couldn’t let this go; I needed answers.
“So, what, we’re not gonna have sex anymore?” I asked, my voice soft, almost pleading, trying to keep it polite.
She burst out laughing, her tits jiggling, her hand covering her mouth.
“No, I didn’t say that.”
“Then you don’t want me?” I asked, my heart sinking.
She looked at me like a mother, her gaze warm but firm, a smile playing on her lips.
“Gosh, I forgot you’re just 21,” she said, her voice gentle.
“You love me, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding, my cock twitching at the memory of her squirting on my bed last night.
“And what does that mean to you?” she asked, leaning closer.
“It means I’ll do anything for you,” I said, my voice earnest.
“We’ll fuck like crazy, care for each other, go out together, all that stuff.”
“Nice,” she said, her smile widening.
“And does that mean just your happiness, or mine too?”
“Both of us,” I said, confused but honest.
“So you’re not gonna force me into sex, right?” she asked, her tone serious.
“No, of course not,” I said, then gestured at her outfit, my cock stirring again.
“But you’re wearing this slutty dress, and I’m naked. Don’t you want it?”
She laughed again, loud and free.
“I’m wearing this because you ordered it, you kinky bastard. Your rules said I had to wear these sexy things in the house. Didn’t say you get to fuck me whenever you want.”
Her smile was wicked, like she’d outsmarted me.
“No, no, no, no, no. There was a rule, okay? You have to be obedient to your boyfriend, say yes, no questions asked!” I groaned.
She grinned, leaning back, letting me see her hidden pussy under her g-string.
“Correct, but I’m not your girlfriend yet, am I? I gotta be under 60 kilos, hourglass figure, remember? That was your rule to qualify as your girlfriend. Until then, you get my love and loyalty for free, you stupid, sexy boy.”
She laughed, her voice ringing with triumph.
My sex drive crashed, my face burning like I’d been played. I sat there, looking like a complete idiot, my cock limp; she won.
“Okay, so what do you wanna do today, looking like that?” I asked, my eyes locked on her barely-covered tits.
She turned with mischief.
“First, you need to clean your bedroom. It stinks like a fucking sex dungeon.”
I scoffed, not believing her, and stormed to my room to grab clothes. The moment I opened the door, the stench hit me like a punch: piss, sweat, and raw sex, a sour mix of her squirt and my cum soaked into the mattress. The sheets were sticky with our fluids; it smelled like a strip club washroom. I pinched my nose and snatched a t-shirt and jeans as fast as I could, coming back to the living room. Mallika saw my horrified face and burst out laughing, her tits jiggling in that sheer blouse.
“Told you,” she teased.
“Fuck, I need a new mattress,” I said, my face burning with embarrassment.
She nodded.
“Yeah, and we need some hygiene thing too, unless you wanna keep buying mattresses every time.”
Her words stung, my shame mixing with arousal at her bluntness.
After breakfast, we headed out to shop. Mallika slipped into tight jeans that hugged her thick thighs and a low-cut top. I threw on casuals: a loose tee and joggers. At the mall, we grabbed a new mattress, dense and firm for our future fucks, some groceries, and a stack of large, super-absorbent towels labelled “for sex” in my mind, their plush texture perfect for soaking up her liquid. Mallika wandered off to the children’s section and returned with a mysterious bag.
“What were you buying in the children’s section?” I asked.
“A surprise, baby,” she purred, her eyes flashing with filthy intent.
My dick twitched hard, imagining what kinky shit she’d planned.
***
By evening, we were back from the gym, our bodies slick with sweat, muscles aching from a brutal session. Mallika slipped back into her morning lingerie: the sheer white blouse tied at her midriff, her areolas peeking through, and the rhinestone g-string that framed her perfect ass. I wore only boxers. The morning’s denial, her slutty outfit, and the gym’s torture—her squats and leg raises flashing that whale tail—had me on edge; my balls were aching, my cock was begging for release. By some miracle, I hadn’t jerked off, but I was desperate. I knew.
I sat on the couch, watching her move around the living room, her hips swaying to the faint hum of instrumental music playing in the background.
“I wanna have sex with you,” I said, my voice soft, respectful, almost pleading, my eyes wide like a puppy’s.
She laughed, a wicked smile, her tits bouncing.
“Now you’ve realised who holds all the cards, huh, baby boy?” she teased, leaning close, her breath hot on my face.
“Yes,” I admitted, my cock throbbing, my pride swallowed.
“Will you be nice to me then?” she asked, her voice sultry, her fingers tracing my jaw.
“Yes,” I nodded, desperate for her touch.
“And you understand what role-playing is?” she asked, a playful challenge in her tone.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice hesitant, unsure where she was going but already hard as fuck.
“Good,” she purred, leaning in for a kiss as her lips brushed mine; her voice dropped to a seductive whisper.
“Because tonight I’m gonna fuck you, baby boy.”
She kissed me like a boss, her lips dominating mine, her tongue plunging into my mouth, claiming me with a fierce, hungry edge.
She then tossed me a packet, her smile devilish.
“Wear this and come to my room, baby boy,” she ordered.
As she left, I opened the bag; my jaw dropped. A legit school uniform, perfectly my size: crisp white shirt, grey trousers, a tie, and a coat with a monogrammed crest. What the fuck kind of fantasy was she in? My cock twitched, half-shocked, half-turned on by her audacity. I slipped into the outfit, the tie tight around my neck, feeling like a teenager caught in her kinky game. I headed to her room, my heart pounding, my dick already hard.
The room was dark, lit only by two flickering candles, casting a warm, sensual glow. Mallika sat on the bed, a literal angel of lust, with white feathered wings attached to her back, her skin shimmering with glitter, her sheer g-string sparkling with rhinestones, and a delicate tiara crowning her head. She looked like a white devil, her curves glowing, her tits heaving, her eyes sexy. I stood frozen, my cock twitching against the trousers.
“What the fuck is this?” I blurted, unable to hold back.
“Shut up,” she snapped, standing up like a queen, her wings rustling.
“You don’t get to speak until I say so, baby boy.”
I opened my mouth, but she cut me off.
“I said no speaking.”
I nodded, my cock throbbing at her dominance.
“Good boy,” she purred, walking toward me, her glittered body swaying.
She grabbed my tie, pinning me against the wall, her face inches from mine.
“Tonight you’re a helpless teenager, an 18-year-old horny schoolboy, Vihaan. Mommy’s gonna fuck you so hard, your cock’ll be sore for days, you hear me?”
Her words sent a jolt straight to my balls.
I nodded, my eyes wide; my body was hers to command. She kissed me hard, her tongue invading my mouth with fierce possession. She pulled back, smirking, and spat slowly into my mouth, a thick, warm stream of saliva dripping from her lips.
“Swallow Mommy’s spit, baby boy,” she whispered, kissing me again, her tongue swirling with mine, the taste of her spit driving me wild.
“You’re such a dirty little boy, loving Mommy’s spit, aren’t you?”
I nodded, my cock pulsing, desperate for more.
“You want more, baby?” she teased, her voice sultry.
I nodded again, and she spat into my mouth once more, a slow, deliberate glob that I swallowed. She was flipping the script, doing to me what I’d done to her, taking charge of every filthy moment.
“Have you ever sucked a pussy, schoolboy?” she asked, her hands tugging my tie, loosening it.
I shook my head.
“No? Oh, how cute. You’re in for a treat, baby,” she purred, her voice dripping with filth.
“Mommy’s gonna teach you how to worship her pussy.”
She pushed me down to my knees, ordering,
“Sit, baby boy.”
I obeyed, my eyes level with her g-string, the sheer fabric barely covering her shaved pussy.
She stepped closer.
“Sniff Mommy’s pussy, naughty boy,” she said.
“Smell how wet I am for you, how much I want that tongue in my pussy.”
The musky, sweet aroma hit me like a drug, my cock throbbing as I inhaled deeply. I nodded, lost in her scent.
“Do you wanna taste it, baby boy?” she asked, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I nodded again, desperate.
“Then beg Mommy for it,” she ordered. “Beg to lick my pussy, you horny little boy.”
“Please, Mommy, let me lick your pussy,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with need.
“I wanna taste your sweet pussy juice. Please, let me eat you out.”
She patted my hair like a pet and pulled my tie like a leash.
“Good boy,” she said, and slid her g-string aside, revealing her glistening pussy. “First, kiss it, baby.”
I leaned in, kissing softly, her moan soft and encouraging. She spread her legs.
“Lick it like an ice cream, baby boy,” she commanded.
I obeyed, my tongue lapping her pussy in long, slow strokes, her taste salty-sweet, intoxicating, like a forbidden dessert. I moaned against her. Fuck, that’s so good, I thought, my cock aching as I licked faster. I looked up, my eyes pleading.
“Can I push my tongue inside, Mommy?”
“Yes, baby,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure.
I spat on her pussy, a warm glob mixing with her wetness, and plunged my tongue deep into her tight hole. She gasped, her hands pressing my head harder into her cunt, her moans filling the room.
“Ohhh, fuck, baby boy, tongue-fuck Mommy’s pussy! Eat that cunt like you’re starving!”
Her words drove me wild, my tongue thrusting deeper, my nose buried in her clit, her juices dripping down my chin as I moaned, lost in her taste, her scent, her heat.
She ground her pussy against my face.
“You love Mommy’s wet cunt, don’t you, you dirty schoolboy? Lick it deeper, make me cum all over your face!”
Her moans grew louder.
I swirled my tongue in tight circles inside her, hitting her G-spot, sending her into a frenzy. She pulled my tie; her scream echoed in the room as she arched, her white wings and tiara making her look like a succubus.
“Motherfucker, you filthy boy, eating my pussy like a girl!” she…
