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 , 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 shout. "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.