Komal - The Gentle One - Part 1
It was a dream when it all began. Yes, you read that right. I was in a state of trance when I saw her head bobbing up and down, deepthroating and gagging on my 6″ member as I came shot after shot in her mouth. With one last hard suck, she took my dick out her mouth leaving its head glistening with a mix of saliva and semen. She dug her chin on my inner thigh, gripping the base of my penis with quite a bit of strength trying to get a whiff of that musky mixture she just made. Slightly tilting her head, she said, “you are welcome” with her happy eyes that could see the satisfaction on my face. She squeezed every last drop of cum from my shaft. As soon as she saw a drop ooze out on the tip, she gave a really sly smile and gently caressed it with the tip of her tongue, tasting every last drop she could get. I slowly opened up my eyes to realize it was all real. I am sorry. Let me introduce myself here. I am Abhimanyu, my pen name. A heavy sleeper, I am a 24-year-old, 5’9″ tall, dusky in complexion and a proud owner of a textile mill here in Ahmadabad which I have inherited from my father working in this field for the past 40 years. All of this started about 2 years ago. I had just come home from college when I called out my mom for my lunch. Our maid Komal came instead with a plate full and served me. That’s when I first saw her, about 25 years old herself with an oblong face, clear skin and big round brown eyes, sweet little charming smile. “Aunty will be here in 15 minutes”, she said. Her sharp jawline and her teeth added more glamour to her facial features. I could clearly make out how confidently she carried her kind of fair complexion as her 34c-30-38 figure complimented her 5’7″ height. I was smitten by her simplicity and knowing that she would stay with us excited me further. “Bhaiya, have it while it’s still warm”, she pointed to the food as I was lost in admiration of her cleavage. Her redolence spiked my pheromones and intrigued me to rip her salwar off and dig my nose in her butt. Instead, with a formal smile of approval, I started having my food. “Done with your lunch?”, I enquired. “Nahi abhi toh bohot kaam baaki hai”. I insisted her to eat first, with me. Hungry, she hurried into the kitchen, got her plate and sat on the sofa runner. I didn’t want a too friendly first impression so I didn’t ask her to sit on the dining. Just let it be”, I thought to myself. As soon as I completed my lunch, I rushed to my room for my quick afternoon nap. I was fucking horny after seeing Komal. “How would she be in the bed, dominant or submissive?” I pondered and started shagging myself. “How would her sweet melodious voice moaning my name would sound as I pound her hard and rough?” “Would she be shy or wild?” A flurry of thoughts filled my mind as I imagined fucking her all day long. “I think I should try!” “But what if I fail and she disrespects me in front of my family?” or worse “What if she started blackmailing me?” “What if she rejects me?”, rejection being a big insecure ‘area’ for me. Suddenly, my thoughts took a vivid turn and I realized I had cum. My spurts were really thick and this was the shortest I could last. I wanted an answer to all those questions but then I let them all go after the rush of blood subsided considerably and I dozed off. It was the holiday season. The burning sun of Ahmadabad had taken temperatures beyond a record 50°c. I had become lazier, a customary afternoon nap and then joining my friends for a smoke post dinner. I used to laze around all day. My girlfriend, 2 years elder to me, was an all anti-smoking anti-drinking tard. I fooled her whenever I smoked because she gave me what all hormonal monsters my age want, sex, and a lot of it. She was the one with higher sexual libido and I had to control my ejaculation too long just to see that satisfied look on her face post the session when she slept in the dim yellow lighting glimmering her face. I used to sneak her into my room, sometimes I snuck in her room. We used to go out for late night drives and indulge in some oral activities and it was all good until she decided to leave India for her masters. I was heartbroken. Deciding against all these bullshit habits, I was motivated to do something on my own to prove everyone wrong about me being a brat. Time flew by and I had completed my graduation. And as always, I had the pressure of joining my family business immediately, as is the normal tradition in a marwadi family. One night I was unable to sleep, I went to the terrace of my bungalow to see moonlight gazing down the clouds of smoke. I exhaled them, reminiscing my past ‘adventures’ with my ex when I saw Komal sitting in the gazebo alone. She was lost in her thoughts, hand on chin and one on her thigh when I barged in “You too?” I asked humbly, unaware what was going on beneath those dark harem pants she was wearing. “Ah!” she shrieked “You scared me”. I could sense something odd from her body language. It was a bit different. “Yeah, just like last night, and the ones before” she added, as she slowly removed her hand from the insides of her thigh hoping I didn’t notice. She grabbed her dupatta an arm-length away trying to cover her bosom under her white t-shirt which clearly showed her small dark brown nipples protruding through the thin worn out fabric, again hoping that I might not have noticed. It was evident, as was the strong aroma of her juices emanating from her as I sat next to her chair. I was tempted to grab her by her waist, look deeply in her eyes, hold her smooth face in my rough palms look down at her lips when they are just an inch away from mine and kiss them. But then again, it was all a temptation. “What’s keeping you up?” she interrogated as she spoke through her faint smile which suggested that my face was a reflection of my emotions, and she had read them.