The Black Ford Fiesta, screeched to a halt in front of the station, on that sunny Friday. The station was pretty crowded as usual, preparing for the weekend. Adjusting her hair and makeup, Ashwini turned to pick the bag from the backseat. A purse was already hanging on her right shoulder. Manohar turned the gear to neutral, and waited for his wife to get down.


“Ten days is too much for me. How can I stay without you?” Manohar once again expressed his unwillingness to let her stay away for a long time. He had been insisting the same, since Ashwini informed about the wedding of her best friend, Tara, and the trip planned by their classmates following it, but, he could not convince her stubbornness and let her go half heartedly.


“I feel very bad to miss you too, dear… Just Ten days... OK?” Ashwini picked up the bag, and gave a short, yet lingering kiss on his lips, got out of the car.


“Will call you once am done with the meetings… Take care honey, have a safe journey” Manohar waved to her beautiful wife with a flying kiss, shifted the car and left the station.


Ashwini crossed the road, and walked towards the station in short quick steps. Once inside the station, she checked with the schedule of the trains. She had another hour to catch her train.


The platform was filled with the busy crowd as well as the noises of the city. She strolled on the platform, glancing around the shops and railway offices. The clock seemed to be ticking slower than ever.


She could feel the pulse racing in her. Her fingers were entwined in a knot all the time she was walking, well, who was going to suspect her nervousness which she was trying hard to control by pressing hands? About twenty minutes had passed, when her cell phone rang.


Ashwini was suddenly all electrified, her body shivering together with the buzz of the phone, her hands fumbling to take the gadget from her purse and open it. She managed to do that somehow, and in a low, quivering voice whispered “Hello!!”


“Hello Ashwini, All ready for the journey?”, a rough, but seductive voice smiled from the phone.


“Ye..Yess… I am in the station, waiting for the train…”, she replied in the same trembling whisper.


“Wow, I never thought you would come to this extent. Hmmm… Good anyway..”, the voice smiled again.


“Yes, Deepak..”, Ashwini smiled too, but it was filled with more fright than happiness.


“Nice.. It’s time for the change then, why don’t you get more comfortable, Ashwini? Hope you have got all required…”, the voice started sounding commanding now, maintaining the smile all the way, which could be well visualized from the manner of speaking.


“Yes, Deepak… I have them all..”


“Hmmm… You have got fifteen minutes, then…”, the phone went dead immediately.


She kept the phone back in purse, and walked towards the station lavatory. She had been looking for one from the moment she entered the platform, because she knew what would come. She entered a room that was stinking like any other in the station. But, she was not in a mood to worry about it. She checked the locks again, placed her bags nearby, and started undressing.


She let her dupatta go, unbuttoned the churidhar and took it off, bringing out her C-cupped breasts locked in the black bra. She untied the knot of the pants and slid it down her legs, exposing the smooth, shaved thighs, and the black panties. She hesitated for a moment, then unhooked the bra, and let her breasts bounce freely.


She had never undressed in a public place before, and the very thought excited her, and frightened her at the same time. Her fingers moved to the waistline, slid the panty down the legs, she could realize some wetness on her pussy mound, shaved clean that morning, for the first time in her life. She had the tingling since she started from home, and she has no way to control it, though it was natural.


She opened the bag, took a pack from it, a courier not opened yet. She opened the pack then, as instructed. She had an idea of what would be inside, so the things inside did not surprise her, it only excited her more.


She was feeling the prickling between her legs so acutely that she wanted to touch it, let her pleasure flow over and relax herself. But, she made up her mind not to do it so soon, and also had been instructed not to do so.


Inside the bag, was a light maroon colored cotton sari (the classic Indian dressing, that can be worn in either way, conservative or erotic), a see through, along with a dark blouse and petticoat (an inner skirt). The blouse was a sleeveless, with deep cut, both at the back and the front, and enough to expose her beauty as well as her sluttiness.


Ashwini was all in fear again, not able to think how could she wear such a blouse that would pop out half of her boobs and a very clear cleavage. Though she had fantasized a lot before, executing it in real is a different thing. But, she had no other option now.


She had entered into this willingly, and she was not ready to back off. She wore the blouse, then the petticoat, a knee-length skirt similar to that of a club dancer. She wrapped the sari over it, and she had no doubt that it would make her look like a cheap call-girl. And, she was doing this in the same town, where she lived.


She let her pony tailed hair free, the attire getting more erotic. She had her high heels on already, not noticed by her husband though. She applied a little make up to her face, some eye lining and lipstick, not too thick to expose her. The overall effect was tantalizing, and not over dosed.


Satisfied, Ashwini did the final task instructed. She tore her train ticket from Chennai to Hyderabad into pieces, and flushed it in the toilet. The envelope had in it, another ticket, a first class one, destined to Bangalore. She came out of the lavatory.


She knew very well that she has started attracting people, first being the lavatory keeper himself, who raised the brow when she came out. Soon, he would find a heap of clothes in the bathroom, which would confirm his suspicion about the lady just left. Well, it is just the beginning.


Everyday has become a just another day for Ashwini. The same, usual, boring day. She has started hating each dawn nowadays, when the thought of passing the entire daytime alone strikes her.


Though a newly married girl, Ashwini never had the joys of the married life completely, and she would have never imagined that her life would get into a ho-hum routine within a month of her marriage to Manohar.


Manohar was the marketing executive of a firm newly opened by his classmates, a group of entrepreneurs. He has been the passout of a prestigious B-School, but surprisingly, a claimed virgin. Their marriage took place immediately after his graduation; She had to discontinue her post graduation course to move from her hometown to Bangalore after marriage.


She, soon found two important things, after their marriage – Manohar is an ‘irritatingly’ selfish person, irrespective of the situation, more to her agony, even at bed. Not a single day, they exchanged “funny dirty” things that would spice up things and ends up in a romantic encounter. In fact, they hardly talked at nights. Whatever happened was a routine, a supposed-to-be part of one’s duty.


Importantly, She, only realized after marriage, that she was much capable than what she had actually thought of. She was a virgin too, before marriage, but not by heart. She had her fantasies as well, and had been used to the stories and movies, that could only be discussed in secrecy among friends.


Despite everything, She maintained a “quiet” social profile, and had an “active” dark side. Masturbation became regular for her, almost daily, but just the “fingers” and “vegetables” never exposed her real thirst. Fortunately, she realized it after marriage, but unfortunately, with Manohar.


Slowly, the “idle” mind started looking for the devil’s workshop. A full equipped home had a laptop with high-speed internet, catering to her needs. But, the stories and pictures were the usual stuffs, and she was used to it since the beginning. So, when trying to look for some change, She came across chat rooms, and the contact list started building up. Mostly, the chats were garbage, but she got acquainted with some good friends as well. Deepak was one among them.


Their chat started with the exchange of erotic pictures and talks, slowly to hot, passionate cyber, then to erotic role plays. It happened with everyone, but Deepak’s language made the difference. That really turned her on, and she started playing very regular with him, even missing his presence at times.


She was well aware of the progress happening within her, and as there was no progress in her married life till then, she never minded this and Deepak was the first person to take her to the next step. Ashwini was surprised too at her boldness in trying to talk with him through phone. That brought them one more step closer successfully.


She had started yearning for Deepak’s calls, though she could not admit openly at first, the effect was just enough for him to persuade her to try the next one. Ashwini strongly objected to that, but his command, which used to make her tingle everytime, made her obey as well.


Her favorite fantasy was being held as a submissive. She only loved the rough, hard way of attaining her much more than the slow, seductive way. Among them, making her obey was the top in the list. And Deepak was a Master in that art. It was an exciting plan for Ashwini drafted by him, but too dreadful to try for a housewife who had been ‘publicly’ conservative until then.


It was when she was out in the platform, the phone buzzed again. Ashwini picked up and answered with a little boldness then, the shiver subsided a little.


“Ready ??”, Deepak sounded calm, but she felt the titillation.


“Yeah..”, she was smiling in a willing submissiveness, all prepared to obey her “anonymous” Master.


“Bet you look sexy baby… Turning heads, huh?”


“Hmmm...”


“Good. Now go to the cabin. Your destiny awaits there.” smiled Deepak, and Ashwini heard the dial tone.


She took the ticket from her purse, checked the coach and seat, and started walking. The coach was a few minutes away. Though she walked casually, she made it a catwalk to expose the beauty of her buttocks, boasting in a sari. When the legs were placed one after another in a straight line, the firm buttocks swayed along with the hips, made her look-and-feel like a model. She had tried those in her closet, so it was not a hard task.


She reached the coach, near the passenger chart, and raised her right hand to track her name. It was intended to give a glimpse of her clean shaved armpit to a middle aged man standing nearby. She could notice the gawked face of the guy, fixed on her sweaty, shaved armpit. That made her smile. Oh My!!! How she thought of doing that? She had been only following the orders, but this was not told by Deepak… Has she started trying to enact her own fantasies as well? Her co-passenger’s name was Shyam.


She got into the coach, found the cabin, and walked towards it. She opened the door a little, but closed it immediately. She walked back to the steps quickly, and got down the train. Oh No!!!! She can’t do this!!!! It is… It is…


Ashwini could easily guess her bag had been opened when she was out for lunch with her friends. Who could open her bag, and what could find in there, except few books? She searched the bag, and went through the pages of the books, suspecting something. She was right. A Love Letter!!! Not a difficult task to identify who it would be in a class of 23 boys. She glanced through the letter and starting laughing suddenly. A ‘sure-thing-to-be-passed’, she decided, but not to be done directly.


When the lecture before the tea break got over, Sunitha ran to the front, and informed that an important announcement has been waiting for them. She opened the letter, and started reading it in front of the class, giving a small introduction of “who” would have written it. The “indirect” reference was everything but the name, and the class understood it well. Laughter filled the classroom when the “punch line” was read aloud. Mockery-filled faces turned towards the ‘innocent’ guy, enough to embarrass him and made him run out of the classroom.


Poor Guy!!! He made two small mistakes in a line, and it changed the entire meaning of the letter. He was too sweating that he did not notice them in the “big” paragraph. It was supposed to be “I would be such a lovely guy”, but written as, “I would suck a lovely guy”. It was the “talk-of-the-college” that semester. Luckily, they were in their final semester. They did not care much about what happened to him after the college days.


Ashwini got down from the train, retracing back to the entrance of the station. She was so desperate to move out of the place as soon as possible, and that made her place short, quick steps, almost running away. When she was about to cross the platform, the phone buzzed.


She stopped in the entrance, and checked the number. Deepak... She could not pick up the phone now, as she was not at all ready to get back to the cabin. At the same time, she feared disobeying him. That might make things worse. Shivering, she attended the phone.


“Where are you going now?”, the question was straight.


Is He here? Watching my moves? Ohhhh… “Deepak, I…I can’t….”


“Move back, baby…”, the voice was calm and clear.


“Deepak, No… Please, That’s Shyam. I can’t face him now…”


“Rules... Remember the rules, baby… You are expected there in five minutes.” and the phone went dead.


“How would you like to fulfill your fantasies, Ashwini?”, Deepak asked in a casual manner over the phone. It was after a steamy roleplay, and Ashwini had already come twice.


“Deepak, Not in real. Let’s maintain what we are doing right now. It’s awesome!!! Simply awesome!!! Only person who can even make girls cum with phone”, she giggled.


“Then, imagine spending a night with him in his bed, dear”, Deepak grinned.


“Oh, Here he goes again. Deepak, Please understand me. I cannot risk my life, and family, just for the sake of my fantasies and enjoyment. Anything that is wrong can be acceptable, as long as it is within a limit. You are not going to convince me anymore”, Ashwini concluded in a sharp voice, but she knew her inner thoughts were betraying her. She has been spending almost every night, fantasizing Deepak with her in bed, their bodies entwined in burning passion and lust. The very beginning of that thought gave a quiver between her legs, and it excited Ashwini. She was anticipating a response, partly with eagerness and fear.


“If it is your decision, then how am gonna oppose it, dear Ashwini? I am more happy to talk with you in phone, hun”, Deepak laughed louder; “Will you be satisfied if I say these crap I just said, Ashwini? Remember, It’s Deepak. I would have never started this topic, unless an inkling of it would have occurred to you already. I know it has. Don’t try to fool me and yourself!!! You are willing to try it, and you’ll like it.”


All Ashwini could do was a “Hmmm…”, as she was already losing her nerves and strength of opposition. Deepak had struck the pin deep, and in the bull’s eye.


“I know what you are going through in your present life, Ashwini. All am showing you is a better side, one which is completely safe and confidential. No one is going to know you. Take a turn, enjoy the life, and travel back to your world.”, Deepak smiled.


She was in the verge of asking him how it could be done. The very aspect of living her “imagined” life has been arousing her. Her breath quickened, and she started rubbing her thighs gently, massaging them to keep the tingling sensation between her legs going.


“The girl has started liking it, hasn’t she?” Deepak laughed, “So, ready for the interview?”


“Interview?”


“Yeah. The candidate has to introduce herself first.”


She smiled, seeing the beginning of the second roleplay. So, she continued enthusiastically, “I am Ashwini, 26 years old, married and housewife.”


“Uhmmm… Aspirations? Aims? Goals?”


“All goes in one”, she giggled seductively over the phone. “I would like to live the life of a….”, she giggled again.


“I hate incomplete sentences”, Deepak corrected.


“Life of a slut”, Ashwini murmured.


“A Slut? Interesting.. So, how would the slut describe herself, when asked to?” Deepak smiled.


“I am Ashwini. a young-26-bored-but-sexy housewife”, she chuckled and continued, “who would like to spice up her life, to make it hot and juicy. A very open minded gal, with loads of imagination and excitement when it comes to “fun”. Like to test it? You will not regret it, nor your “younger brother”!!”, she ended up in laughter, feeling jubilant that she had expressed finally what she was thinking for a lifetime, but never had a chance to reveal it.


“Good Try, but not enough though. Would be better, if you describe your ‘treasures’ as well, enough to appeal to the audience for an applause. Continue please, my slut.”


She, now bolder enough, stood in front of the bedroom mirror, and assumed the ever-cool but sharp eyes of Deepak was penetrating her from the other side, and decided to give a complete description of her beautiful body to his Master. Though she had done this many times before, she felt it to be a ‘special moment’.


“I am 5’8, wheatish complexion, slim and healthy, with long black hair, till waist, matched by seductive black eyes, not to mention the luscious red lips, reddish enough even without a lipstick.”


“Don’t forget these numbers. 34 – 28 – 34. Dark brown nipples to match the wheatish color, with bigger areolas. Both front and back boobs, they are firm and smooth, good for handfuls, and very sensitive for smooches. Hmmm… Looks like your hands are yearning for it, or would you like to know more?”, Ashwini giggled, giving a stop.


“Wow!! Wow!! Keep Going…”


“Get Down…Get Down… flat tummy and a belly button, good for a tongue swirl, and then…and then… fleshy thighs and long legs, very useful for many purposes, oh…oh…ohh… I could hear your groans that I am missing something…. Hmmm…. clean shaved, and pinkish soft….aaahh.. to know more, Explore!!!!!” Ashwini burst to laughter again.


“Bravo!!! Bravo!!! One of the very best I’ve ever heard. A great start, my dear slut. So, What turns you on the most, and what are those fantasies you would like to get fulfilled?”


She opened the compartment door, entered and closed it behind. All she could think was why she was deaf, but for her heartbeat? She could feel her whole body trembling, with the tension building in her of what would she expect from the wrong person at the wrong time. She could see the images of the laughter filled classroom, and the buzzed college with the talks of “The Love Letter”, Oh! Why did she expose it? After all, it was a spelling mistake… But, the damage was already done, and here she is, ready to pay for what she did.


She walked to the seat in front of the guy, who was busy in a book (or seemed to be), sat, crossing her legs, placing her bag aside. Glancing at Shyam, she noticed that she was no more watching the pale faced, nervous and sensitive guy who would drop a love letter in a bag during lunch. It had been only three years, but the change was well noticeable. A handsome look, with sharp eyes fixed on the book, sure enough would make anyone notice him if he talks, and athletic body, well covered in pants and shirt, maybe, he had been from a meeting directly. The more handsome he looked, the more shivered her, that the payment would be severe.


She has not moved a bit or uttered a word for what seemed to be ten minutes, but was distracted by the hand raising from the book and handing over a bit of paper to her. With shaking hands, she received the paper from Shyam and opened it to reveal the bold lettered word,


B L O W J O B


“Wha..?” Ashwini was about to ask, when Shyam spoke.


“Are you a novice?”


“A Novice?” She was shocked, than surprised by the words of Shyam, more than the note given to her. There was no hint of knowing her in his words, and it was uttered in a much professional way, matching his looks.


“Looks like you are… Well, I am no guide for you, but such innocence would be a headache for me. To make things short, you are a new comer, who during your introduction would have informed the variety of services you would be offering your clients. When meeting them, they give a note of what they want, and it will be provided. Got it?”


She then understood what he really meant. Deepak had arranged a way to fulfill her fantasies, had set her as a pro for the next ten days. The thought excited her, but getting started with Shyam, it dreaded her too.


The door opened then, and the checking inspector entered the cabin asking for the tickets. This relieved her a bit, she would get some time to plan in the meantime. The inspector’s gaze was all over her, he would have stripped her in his imagination, she was sure. He was glimpsing at the see-thru cleavage all the time he was checking the ticket, and Ashwini adjusted her sari and blouse a bit to satisfy his ogling spectator.


All the time, she did not fail to notice Shyam’s gaze as well, which was roaming over her body. She also had a look at his groin, and was satisfied that he was not all professional as he looked, as there was a small bulge, result of the ‘show’. She was getting bolder, with a wicked idea sprouting in her mind. Here is a guy, whom she had insulted before, and now in command of her. What better situation would be for her, than now to experience the feel of domination? Domination, as a result of a long awaiting revenge. A quiver went through her legs, when she thought of this.


Once the checking inspector left the cabin, Ashwini rose and went to the door to lock it. She returned to lock the windows as well, setting up the curtains. And she turned to face Shyam, who was still engrossed in the book. With a bitchy smile, she knelt in front of him, and brought her ‘slightly shivering’ hands to his thighs. She was about to touch them, when Shyam snapped it with his right hand, looking in her face, his face in a blank expression.


“You novices make the hell out of me. Did they really tell you what to be done, or were you sleeping when they said, like you normally do in the old college times?”


She looked back at him, her face dumb, partly because of the anger that Deepak had not given his instructions partly, and partly of the fear that whether she really do not know what to be done to a man before a blowjob. For the first time, she was afraid of whether she could really do in reality of all those things she was fantasizing all the time. Her eyes showed a glimpse of tears, but she tried hard not to let it out.


“You ladies call yourself high class professionals, but behave not better than cheap hookers. Were you not informed that clients always prefer the strip before the service, and don’t you know the basic courtesy of addressing a client? You are satisfied with being called as “slut”, “bitch”, “whore”, but I am not interested in having a lady touch me without knowing about me. Better learn the habits, before getting your ass into bed”.


The twinge of embarrassment stuck her like a thousand sharp needles, and the tear drops found their opportunity to let their way out. She had never been degraded this much, not even by Deepak. She had nothing to do, but had to make up her mind that this is only the first in the queue, and much more is awaited. She looked back at Shyam and said in a soft voice,


“I am Ashwini. a young-26-sexy-housewife. How about you?”


“Me Shyam. Executive of a Marketing Company. And, I prefer being addressed as “Sir”.”


“Sorry, Sir.”


“Never mind. Today, your apologies will not be given the usual respect, for reasons you know better. So, Ashwini, Why are you here?”


She was expecting this question all along. And the answer, the first step of her punishment, was uttered by her, in the same obedient way.


“To service you, Sir”.


“I doubt it, with the knowledge you have expressed so far. Let’s hope atleast that you know what to service and how.” Shyam smirked.


“Yes, I know, Sir”, Ashwini said in the same soft voice, the embarrassment slowly turning her on, the “whole new experience” taking her in inch by inch.


“Remember Ashwini, you are supposed to offer only the service you have told to. For others, you will get further instructions. Also, there is no restriction with the count. One of the lessons to be learned early, forget numbers. Let’s look at what you have worth of.” Shyam removed the shoes casually and pushed under the seat.


Ashwini moved back, and stood up, understanding what to be done, as it was already hinted by Shyam. She set her pallu aside, giving a ‘proper’ view of her ‘voluptuous’ boobs, and dropped it. The blouse was deep necked and sleeveless, exposing her flesh in a glamorous way, with the cleavage well visible and boobs trying to almost burst out of the tight cloth, and the shaved, clean armpits exposed with shining drops of sweat.


Having exposed her beauty to a stranger for the first time, the tension that was building up in her so far was taken over by her ‘slutty’ alter ego, now in full form. She held her ballooned breasts in both the hands, and started rubbing them softly, while looking at Shyam and smiling. Her fingers had been waiting for it since she left the bathroom, and used the opportunity well. Her hands traced every inch of her breast that is covered inside the blouse, and those ‘popping’ out, massaging it gently with the rub of fingers, making them more sensitive and hardened. She could feel the blouse getting tighter, and feared it might burst open, but she could not stop either, as it was beyond control. Her palms rested on the nipples when the fingers roamed over the boobs, and when she rubbed them, the nipples were brushed by the soft palms, and started becoming erect, poking through the blouse, completing the ‘slutty’ appearance.


She was watching Shyam all the time while her hands did the work, and she was very much impressed with the reaction. Shyam would have never imagined such a tease; his eyes were fixated on her breasts, his crotch bulging gradually. Though his eyes did not betray an emotion and as they continue to maintain the coldness, She was positive about his arousal.


She moved her hands to the waist, pulled the remaining of sari, and threw it to Shyam, who caught hold of it. Now, she was in blouse and skirt, a perfect ‘club dancer’ attire. Slowly rubbing her thighs from knees and going up, she started moving her hips left and right, with the legs following it, starting a slow dance. Her hands were all over the body, while she danced, exploring every nook and corner, showing to Shyam of places where she needs attention, and eyes fixed on Shyam. Turning over and around, giving a complete show of her beauty, she unhooked the blouse slowly, matching to the rhythm of her hips and legs, removed it and gave to Shyam, ‘freeing’ the breasts.


The heaving of the boobs when her body moved was a marvelous piece, her nipples rock hard and going here and there with the tips pointed out would make anyone go mad. Ashwini held the breasts again in hands, and continued dancing, this time, only the nipples exposed and the hands covering the entire breasts. She leaned closer to Shyam’s face, closer enough to let her nipple touch his dark lips, but withdrew soon. She continued the tease, again with hands off the boobs, and with the ‘milky mountains’ hanging in front of his face. Shyam never reached for it, throughout the course, but his eyes moved everywhere with her boobs, his hands on the thighs. Ashwini chuckled to herself, understanding the struggle Shyam would be doing.


She moved the hands to the waist line, fingers holding the skirt, lowering it down, over the smooth thighs. It was like a curtain down, making her stark naked, announcing her ‘complete’ beauty to the man in front of her. The place where her legs met was as smooth as her thighs, all could Shyam glimpse through her dancing legs was the patch of wetness in small drops, and a very thin, vertical line.
Ashwini never thought she would do like this. It was her ‘depressed’ feelings that have been taking the control of her body. At first, she thought of stripping it straight, but the sudden thought of teasing Shyam made her perform the sexy striptease, and as a result of it, she was all electrified then, ready to make the next move, the panic buried under her emotions.


“Not bad for a starter… Mine now…”


She knew the words were a mere statement. Shyam had to say this, not to let off his ego so soon, the slutty girl giggled inside her “Coast clear... Enemy down!!! Situation under control…”


She moved closer, hands’ wandering on his trousers, from knees to thighs, touching so light that gives tingling sensation. She was careful, not to reach the point so soon, but continued roaming with her fingers.


“Uhhh..Come on, You are hurting me…” Shyam groaned.


She smiled, moving the hands to the belt, unbuckling it, zipping down, and slowly pulling it down, along with boxers (not to tease Shyam anymore, his face was all red in tension, so was his dick). It was hard, medium sized, not too long, but thicker enough to let anyone moan loud. She guessed a 7 ½ inch length, with about an inch wide. The cock was already poking up, with the tip touching his tummy, Shyam adjusting himself uncomfortably, not to let the precum touch him. This exposed the ball sack, She gasped a little louder this time. She has never seen such a big one, clean shaved as his cock was, and tight. Ashwini imagined how it would feel, if it hit her buttocks hard. Her thighs shivered once more.


“Wow…”


Shyam said nothing but rested his head on the cushion, hands holding the seat, wider at both the ends. Ashwini leaned close, moving her hands towards the groin. Gawd!!! She is living her fantasy…She is about to perform her most favorite fantasy act… With left hand, she gripped the cock and the balls with the right. The feeling was hot, and a little sticky, effect of her ‘strip tease’. The heat seemed to radiate inside her body too, and the desire to swallow the heat was growing. Not so soon, Show who you are…, the ‘slut’ giggled.


She started stroking the cock slowly, while massaging the balls at the same time. The effect was faster, the hardness grew more thick and tight in her grip. She stroke gently, very soft and slow, letting the fingers touch the tip, and the palm resting on the base. The fingers started the tease then, the nails rubbing against the slit, while the knuckles moving to the foreskin, trying to push it down gently, the result of which Shyam trying to jerk his hips slightly, the throbbing sensation filling him. The balls were given the same treatment, softly massaging them, pressing and leaving at short intervals, also pinching often, while lessening the pricking sensation by gentle rubs. Shyam’s grip at the seats grew tighter, with the stroking getting fast gradually. The foreskin was pushed up and down, with the tip being rubbed continuously, she gripped the balls tight to let the cock grow more so that she can stroke harder.


In one quick motion, so fast that it was unexpected, Shyam’s hands reached Ashwini’s head and pushed her to his groin hard. She never expected the move, and so stumbled initially, but caught his thighs tight and knelt properly to balance herself. Shyam thrust the entire length in her mouth in one push, so impatient with the foreplay, she was almost gagged. This was a new experience to her, her lips touching a male organ. The smell was getting into her nostrils distracting her from the scene a bit, but the heat inside her mouth brought her back to senses. She could still feel the throbbing sensation with the gentle vibration of his cock in her mouth. She tried to raise her tongue a bit and touch the skin, the tip of the tongue getting in contact with the hardness.


Shyam was resting a bit in her mouth, but the touch of her tongue seemed to have given him a jolt, he held her head tight, and started moving his hips ardently, he seemed to have rose from his seat a bit to fuck Ashwini’s mouth. He could not utter a word, his face was red and twisted, the only thing he could do now was moving the hips faster enough. He had the grip of his hands on her head still, moving only him. It was like in heaven, his cock seemed to be going in and out of a butter sandwich, and he could never feel a prick of a tooth. Man, She is really a natural!!! Bet, she has lied to Deepak, it could not be her first time… He thought of the remaining ‘butters’, which only made him thrust more in her mouth.


She could not move her head, it was suffocating. She was breathing through her nose, but the constant ‘in and out’ of a hard prick through her mouth was new. You have to get used to it, slut!! She tried to keep her lips open, wider enough to let the cock pass, it was a bit tough in the beginning, the head was hitting the lips often, but Shyam soon maintained the pace. She tried swirling her tongue, when the cock moved in and out, licking the sides of the prick and sometimes the head, tasting the precum. The hands had started roaming over the hairy thighs again, moving back and squeezing the butt cheeks often, when he jerked the hips. The butt was flat and tight, confirming his athletic built body and the squeeze gave her a kick.


Shyam was sure he could not hold anymore, even though he desired so. He held a bunch of her hair in hands when he felt a spasm rising from his stomach. The energy he had been holding released in a jet, a thick white jet, to rest in her lips and mouth. He groaned louder, he would have screamed at this orgasm, the best he ever had, but he was too dumbstruck at the sensation to raise voice. Ashwini moaned with him too, when the spasm hit her mouth, gushing inside. The sensation was extraordinary; her tongue tasted the thick fluid for the first time in her life, fluid as a paste, tasting plain. She had difficulty in gulping or licking it, as the cock was still moving in and out, the result of her lips being smeared by the cum. The shudder of a prick in her mouth was letting loose her too, her pussy, that was dripping already, burst open leaking hot juices, trailing along the thighs. There were short, quick jerks which spurted globs of sticky white cum in her mouth, the amount getting reduced in every jerk. With his every jerk, her pussy quivered too and flushed out. She managed to get the trick of swallowing too, trying to gulp as much as possible, and let the remaining stick in the cock, which can be licked clean later. Shyam rested on the seat with a loud gasp, followed by short, quick breaths, Ashwini doing the same with resting her head on his knees. They remained motionless for few minutes, only the panting sound filling the compartment. She felt a hand on her head, raised to face Shyam. Shyam watched her for a moment, smiled for the first time in the day, and whispered,


“You beat me again, Ash…”


The iron curtain seemed have raised, the atmosphere got cool sooner than expected. The smiles became “How are you”s, later came their own stories after college life, sharing almost everything possible, followed by laughing at the tale of Love Letter. They were laughing louder, mocking each others’ reaction when the tale went public. The story, that was supposed to be a cause for revenge, has become a laugh in few minutes’ time.


The remaining journey passed soon, full of laughter and gossips, not to mention the pants and moans. Ashwini made him come again, three times, during that journey, just with her lips, tongue and hands. Irresistible though, both decided to maintain the thrill of her journey, which has just started. Shyam made her sit in his lap, and was exploring her throughout the journey, the very first thing he was planning to do when he saw her in the compartment. With the coldness subsided, and having overcome the initial tension, they both were relaxed and enjoyed the further encounters to their best.


During the second time, she did not tease him much, but sucked him completely, something that was missed earlier, her lips and tongue tracing every inch of his cock and balls. She kissed them well at first before taking into mouth, giving him time to grow full. Also, this time, she devoured the balls, “her favorite” to her content, taking each in lips and licking separately, and then trying to take both together. Shyam too was relaxed and was enjoying her lips and tongue in his hardness completely, thinking only the pleasure and nothing else this time, and was able to hold longer this time. When he came, none of the drop was missed by Ashwini. A born champion in blowjob, Ha Ha Ha!!!!


Third time, it was dessert-time, his prick smeared with vanilla and chocolate, Ashwini taking her time in licking them clean. They continued the fun, till the family pack was over, (which was purchased in an intermediate station by Shyam, she was naked throughout the journey), and then sucked him harder to make him shudder once more in her mouth by holding her tight, locking her head with his legs around. Last time, it was just before dressing and getting ready for the station. She simply stroked him hard, and drank his cum. It was done only to Shyam’s satisfaction, though she drank hardly any cum. They both were damn tired, with only few hours of sleep amidst the fun-filled journey.


They hastened to dress as the station approached, and packed their bags. For her, there was hardly anything except a handbag, but for Shyam, he had come for a business and would be staying more than a week. She left the compartment for the first time after her entry, and got down with Shyam at the junction.


“Ok Dear, I’ll be moving to the hotel allotted to me by the company. I have a meeting to attend by 10 A.M. and I am busy for the entire day. What about you? What did Deepak tell you about it?”


“Nothing”, Ashwini sighed. He has not called at all after she boarded the train.


“No worries, hunny. He will contact you within minutes. Definitely, he would have made arrangements for you. I will meet you soon, sooner, I hope.” Shyam kissed her cheek, hugged her, and walked away with his bag.


Ashwini was suddenly all tired. She found a seat in the platform, sat down and rested her head in his thighs, trying to close her eyes a bit. She needed a place to stay, somewhere to sleep and relax. Her phone rang, after a full night, but not the call she was expecting at this point of time.


“Hello Dear, Have you reached? Sorry, I was in a party last night that I could not contact you. How was the journey? Has anybody come to receive you?” All the questions were put in a single sentence. She did not know which to answer first. She felt her head aching.


“No Problem, hunny. I have reached safe. Tara’s friend has come to pick me up. I am moving now. Will call you once I have some sleep and bath, Ok? Sweet kisses, dear. Take Care, Bubye” she cut the phone. Damn Deepak, Where the hell are you??


She rose quickly from the seat in fear, feeling a hand on her shoulder, turning up. It was a young man, not known to her, drowsy, because of the early rise. He was tall and thin, dressed in a jeans and T-Shirt, and wrapped in a jacket. She realized how cold it was at the early morning, and her body shivered.


“Ms. Ashwini, Are You?”, the guy asked in a tone of enquiry.


“Yes?”


“Deepak has asked me to escort to your room. Shall we move then? You look very tired.”


“Yes, I am. By the way, you are?”


“Akash. Waiter of the hotel in which you will be staying, and a friend of Deepak. Please come.”, he started walking through the crowd, towards the exit.


Ashwini, not in a mood to ask any more questions followed him, wondering why Deepak has not called her yet. They moved out of the station, he motioned her to a car, parked in the lot, and they got in. She started dozing inside the car, once it started moving. Akash did not disturb her too; he seemed to have understood that she was tired.


They had reached the place when Ashwini woke up, got out of the car and followed Akash to her room, not paying attention at all to the surrounding, as fatigue was overcoming her slowly. All she could guess was she has been walking into a big hotel, atleast a three star. Akash let her through a corridor, and into a room, opening the door for her. She took the key from him, thanked him and closed the door, tossed the handbag and fell on the bed, all in a dizzy state. She had no desire to think what would be next for her from Deepak at that time, and drifted off to a sound sleep immediately.


To be continued…..