Whilst Jesminder is based on a real woman, we've never been lovers, and Jesminder is not her real name. This story, therefore was born out of a fantasy, and written at the urgings of a good friend. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, however. So, enjoy!
I always knew Jesi had a dirty side. Now, mind you, at nineteen, and being from a home with very strict and traditional Indian patents, she didn’t know it, or at least didn’t admit to it. Hell, you should have seen the trouble we had convincing them to let her out with an older white Australian in the first place, but that would probably be a story in itself. Speaking of stories, I should get on with this one.
My Jesminder is a beautiful woman, standing around 5 foot 2, with black hair down to her shoulders. Her skin is a deep, rich brown and velvety soft, an absolute joy under my hands (or any other part of me), and it covers a delicious set of curves. From her firm c-cup breasts to her shapely legs to the adorable little curve of her stomach, she’s every inch of what I would look for in a woman. Her best features, though, are her eyes. Deep brown, wide and full of passion and joy. If she looks me in the eyes…well, I’d do anything for her. As for myself, I’m tall, about 6’2”, broad built, curly dark hair, bit of a beard. Nothing remarkable, and besides, I’m not the focus of this story. At least this part.
As I said, I knew she had a wild side buried under the expectations of what it was to be a ‘good’ Indian woman, and whilst we’d been having sex and enjoying it for a long time, I thought I could probably make it better for both of us if I just unlocked that part of her. This would need a cunning plan. A plan so cunning (warning: lame pun ahead),only a cunning linguist could execute it. Fortunately that is, if I do say so myself, my specialty. I knew from long experience that I could reduce my darling Jesi to a quivering, screaming (she has this funny habit of shouting in Hindi when she’s orgasming. It’s absolutely adorable, trust me.) mess with a bit of work. The question was how long I could keep her on edge, and what I could get her to admit to whilst she was there. Even if it didn’t work, this was going to be fun.
So, one warm Autumn evening I took her out to dinner. We talked over the meal, sharing a bottle of red wine, and becoming steadily more flirtatious as the evening progressed. By the time we left, her stockinged feet had progressed from stroking my ankles to teasing my groin, bringing me to an erection that lasted from the start of dessert and all the way home. We left the restaurant with my arm around her waist and her head nuzzling against my chest. As soon as we got home to my flat we wrapped ourselves around each other, our mouths together, our hands urgently exploring, groans of too-long repressed lust filling the room around us. I lifted her, already falling out of her pale blue dress, her lips warm against my neck, her divine nipple hard in my mouth as I fed ravenously on her irresistible round, brown breasts. As we more or less crashed through the door to my bedroom, I lay her down on the bed under me as she pulled my shirt off, caressing my back as we kissed, electrified with our shared passion.
We stopped briefly, gasping for air, me propped up over her on one hand, whilst the other tenderly stroked her hair and face, looking into her eyes. I’ve already mentioned what effect they have on me, but when we’re amorous like this, they positively burn with the heat in them. Sometimes, during long nights, all she has to do to get me back up is look at me like that, and I’m a new man, like some of the desire in her eyes has leapt into me. The moment stretched on, as she whispered ‘make love to me’.
“Not yet”, I responded, a wicked gleam in my eyes as I begin to kiss her, working down from her lips, across her chin, lingering on her neck, which I know is exquisitely sensitive. As my lips brushed ever so lightly across her skin, she began to whimper.
When I reached her breasts I began to work her dress slowly and gently down along her body to her hips, taking plenty of time to caress her with my hands as I did it, whilst my mouth and tongue tarried across her chest. Teasing, but never quite touching her nipples, until I took my farewell with a gentle nip, causing her to jump slightly. I looked up at her face, her lips parted, eyes closed, head thrown back, black hair spread upon the pillow, the light from the half-moon in the window shining off it. I don’t think I’ll ever find a more beautiful girl, not that I feel inclined to look. I continued my journey down her body, across the smooth, plump curve of her stomach and down further. Her panties are still on, with a noticeable wet spot growing across them. (She has a tendency to become very, very wet, which turns me on more than I can describe.) I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties, and I slowly slide them down her, the smooth skin of her legs tantalising my fingers. Her breathing is very heavy, and she moans ‘eat me, my love, make me cum in your mouth.’
As I’m down by her feet, I take the left one in my hands, and begin to massage it gently, soft kisses on the delicate arch of her instep. ‘Not until we talk about a few things, darling Jesi.’
‘Like what?’ she pants.
I tease my way agonisingly slowly up her leg with my mouth and my hands, ‘I want to know every dirty little thought you have, every erotic fantasy that’s crept into your head. I want to see the wild girl under my angel.’
She moans as I progress up her calf. I see her hands moving towards her pussy, and I push them away as I kiss the side of her knee.
‘I can’t’ she moans, loudly, ‘I can’t. It’s too embarrassing..’
‘You can’t? Well, I guess you can’t orgasm, either. That’s too bad, I know how being teased drives you crazy’ as I inch my way ever closer to her pussy, by now drenched with arousal, her clit engorged and her body heaving.
She groans, long and loud, making me glad of the thick walls of my flat. ‘No…no, I can’t, please’ she moans again, as I’m less than an inch away from her lips, my left hand teasing towards her anus, which she loves to have stimulated during oral. ‘Please, baby, let me cum.’
I brush my tongue ever so gently across her clit. Then look up into her eyes, smile and say ‘no.’ her head slams back down to the pillow, her breasts heaving as she groans in agonised frustration when I brush her astoundingly engorged clitty with my tongue again. ‘Tell me, tell me everything and I’ll make everything come true, show you everything you ever wanted, everything you ever dreamed, my sweet, sweet Jesi.’
She sighs and groans, and I know she’s given up. I pull back, waiting for her to start talking, but keeping up a steady amount of stimulation.
‘I want you to take control of me, lover. I want you to control me completely.’ She speaks, barely more than a whisper, but I reward it by beginning to penetrate both her entrances with a single finger sliding slowly into each.
‘That’s good, baby, that’s good, tell me more, tell me everything you need.’
‘Oh, fuck’ She moans ‘give me more!’
‘Tell me more first!’ She groans, a harsh guttural sound that’s half pleasure and half horrible frustration, my cock leaping as another barrier is broken in her.
‘Tie me up! Tie me up, rough me up! Put a collar on me and lead me around!’ As I begin to thrust two fingers into her burning, dripping sex, smelling her in the air and the saturated bedsheet, she cries out, and I know she’s right on the knife-edge, teetering on the brink of her passionate completion.
‘Make me yours! I want to belong to you, heart and soul. I want to be yours! I want to do anything for you!’
That’s enough for me to work with, more than enough. I decide not to torment her any longer I enter her with three fingers, brushing them back and forth over her g-spot as I take her clit into my mouth. Two fingers slide in and out of her ass, and she begins to scream. I can’t tell if it’s her usual Hindi, or simple incoherent screaming as she begins to bounce and shake, her hips bucking right up off the bed as I concentrate all my energy on her, doing every trick imaginable to bring her off as big as possible, a reward for her suffering and her compliance, and as a taste of things to come. She screams my name, over and over, filling my mouth with her sweet juice as she comes, unbelievable passion coming from her beautiful body.
A few minutes later we lie there, the smell of sex heavy in the air, spooned together, her still panting and trembling, my cock still ragingly hard, poking at her sex, but waiting for her to recover. She turns to me. ‘I’m glad you made me tell you. I wanted to, I just never…’
‘It’s alright, we know now, and I promise, you’ll try everything you always wanted. After all, the next weekend is the long weekend, and we’ll have nothing but time to play…’
She moans softly at the thought. ‘I love you’, she whispers.
‘I love you too, Jesi’ I murmur as I kiss the back of her neck. And the rest of that night was given over to lust, and love, in anticipation of what was to come.