Hi everyone I am a 27F UK born indian girl, who is a nymphomaniac, these are stories that I have experienced, this is the third one I ever wanted to write up, please let me know your feedback, I am hoping to write more as a hobby depending on audience feedback, thank you!
Context: Circa 2016 – I was 20f, my partner was 23m we had been going out for 2 months and decided to go for a day out at the shopping centre, we had always wanted to pick out outfits for eachother to try on. He picked very sexy clothes and couldnt hold back after i started getting changed.
Partner: Indian boyfriend, 5ft6, muscular but chubby, always hygenic, very passionate and dominant lover. About 5 inches and quite girthy.
Scenario: He patiently waits outside as I put on the black fishnet stockings, short black leather skirt and a white see through crop top, I open the curtain and flaunt at him. I sound out half the words ‘what do you think-‘ before he steps in and shuts the curtains, he pushes me against the wall and invades my mouth, his hands all over me, he wraps his hands around me trailing down my back and pulling up my skirt to grab my ass and pull me into him, I can feel myself get wet instantly.
I tell him stop, and turn around to face away from him, teasing him with my ass, I strip off my stockings and black panties, I sway my hips side to side while i pull my white crop top off over my head, I slowly dance stepping further and further back. I make eye contact with him in the mirror, his hand on the waist of his jeans, I nod and lick my lips, he knows Im his.
He removes his trousers and boxers, his cock already stiff, his veins shine in the spotlight, I wanted him to explode inside me. I trace my hands on my hips, and keep stepping closer until he grabs both my wrists and pulls me ontop of him, I sit on his groin, his penis sitting just below my vagina, spreading the lips and the head of his cock threatening to touch my clit.
He runs his hands around my slim waist, reaching forwarward and cupping my boobs he squeezes drawing a guttural moan and further wetting my folds, he unclips the bra and lets it fall, the mirror in front exposing my C cup breasts in full display, he cups them once more, rougher this time as he slowly thrusts forward.
This edges me more, his penis now slick with my fluids, glide along my folds and tease my clit with the sensations and texture of his veiny cock from the tip to the base, he slides me back and forth, using my body to grind and tease his dick.
‘Enough foreplay’ is all he needed to hear to spur into action, he stands and walks me forward, all the while his penis still seperating my folds, each step teasing me to just shove his girth inside. I place my palms on the mirror and bend forward, my sizeable tits hanging, he soon embraces them in his palms and he squeezes and gropes them for a few seconds before grabbing my hips and easing his penis into me.
Inch by inch I feel him filling me, I feel tingling sensations all over my ass, my thighs and tits as my nipples stand to attention and my juices start to flow down my legs. He bottoms out as I feel his balls touch my clit, I feel his cock pulsing inside me. His grip on my hips tighten as he pulls out, creating a void inside me that my inner slut begs to be filled again, he pushes back in again, my warm pussy embracing his cock to the hilt. His cock pistons in and out of me, he eases his thrust as he gets close to bottoming out each time to keep quiet and avoid any slapping of cheeks.
He speeds up his pace, further and further, his grip tightens again, every once in a while stopping the pounding to run his hands from the back of my thighs to my ass, squeezing and groping each cheek.
He traces his fingers through my hair and gently pulls me back, I rest on his chest, I hear him breathe behind me, panting. He leans in close to his fist, now grabbing my hair and he inhales taking in my scent and says ‘your body, is mine’. I feel his other hand, his fingertips grazing to my left boob and cups the breast.
My back now arched across his body, his cock stuffed inside with my hair being pulled back. My tit in his hand, I was compeltely in his power. He once again started fucking me hard and rough simultaneously utilising the tools in his hands, building up the rhythm the waves of pleasure coming to the surface from deep within combined with the picturesque image of my body being used like a slut and the feeling of his balls tapping my clit each time he filled me, made the waves of pleasure boil over, as my legs start to tremble and I lose control, liquid pours out of me some falling on the floor amd some covering his cock and balls and I was in ecstasy as waves of orgasm start to wash over me.
Just as I reach my peak I feel him go tense and stop for a split second he pauses, his grip on my hair and tit loosens, I feel him thrust fully inside me, the walls of my pussy squeezing and milking his cock, I feel the my vagina spasming and contracting on his shaft and I feel his cock throb and pulse as he pumps his cum inside me, his arm drapes over my hip as he holds me in place while the pulses of his cock become softer and less frequent. We stay in place for a second and admire our handiwork in the mirror before cleaning up and heading out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12g418x/27f_dressing_room_brown_nympho_stories_fm
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