My Sex Goddess Salma - The Beginning (Part 1)
Hello there, horny folks! As a longtime reader of ISS, I have always enjoyed reading the stories posted here, with many of them ending in intense fapping sessions. Despite the joy, I have always been skeptical of some of the real-life experiences posted on ISS. And boy, I was proved wrong! My skepticism gave way to belief when I got involved in the most orgasmic relationship of my life a few years ago. This made me believe that kinky and provocative things can and do happen to simple people all the time! Over next few posts/stories, I intend to re-live the kinkiest sex experiences of my life, and I invite the horny bunch here to be a fly on the wall and fap yourself as I narrate my kampisachi experiences. Disclaimer: Names and places have been changed to protect the identity and privacy of individuals. A few words about myself, I am Dakshan, a lanky guy with a nerdy look. Beneath my geeky self, I am been obsessed with sex ever since I laid eyes on my first adult magazine during the school days. Unlike other guys in my age group, I prefer curvy women. I like my girl to have a bit of flesh in the right places and love it when she takes the lead. Being a bit geeky and an introvert, my sexcapdes in college were limited. I dated only a few girls, mostly fell for the curvy ones. While many of them ended in raunchy makeout sessions, a couple of them resulted in us having amateurish intercourse. My first intercourse was with a girl named Rumi. Rumi was short, lean, and petite, quite contrary to my sexual taste. However, we loved the geeky conversations, and one thing led to another, and on a fine evening, we found ourselves naked in bed, in my room. After a steamy makeout session, where we pretty much bathed each other in our sweat and saliva, we finally decided to take the plunge. This was Rumi’s first time as well. Her pussy, though wet, was extremely tight. I felt her wetness on my fingers and slowly inserted my dick inside her love nest. As I started to push harder and harder, my foreskin peeled back exposing my naked penis head, which began to slowly drill its way into her forbidden lair. As my sensitive cock head started exploring the soft insides of her pussy, Rumi started squeezing my dick. With every thrust, Rumi pushed herself closer and my cock explored further depths of her soft insides, which was now contracting like a python squeezing on its prey. Our bodies were wrapped in a tight embrace and our lips locked in a breathless kiss, the moment was divine. Yet both of us were in incredible pain. Unable to bear the pain, Rumi asked me to pull out and I was glad to remove my dick from her pussy’s death hold. I pulled out my blood soaked cock and sprayed my jizz on her pussy and collapsed next to her. There was satisfaction on both of our faces, and there was also a sigh of relief that the awkwardness had come to an end. We continued to make out the next few months but never tried to fuck again. My second intercourse too turned out to be awkward and rather short-lived. Both these experiences left me with some bittersweet memories. On the one hand, each of these experiences was beautiful memories and on the other hand, I felt let down by the sex. I found that both of us were too shy to get kinky. I began to feel that I would never experience my sexual fantasies! But little did I know that fate had other plans. It all changed when I met my sex goddess Salma. She transformed me into a shameless, sex-crazed, always-horny playboy. It all started in the summer of 2015 when I was in my mid-twenties. I had just joined a new company in Bangalore and was reporting in for work. I met my floor manager and after exchanging niceties, he directed me to the corner cubicle where I would be seated next to my mentor and lead Salma. As I approached the cube, I was greeted by a fruity fragrance that filled the area. Entering the workspace, I found that it was a closed cube with three work desks. On one corner, the nameplate read “Salma”, and on the other end was Anusha. It seemed that the middle desk was reserved for me. I placed my bag in the vacant space and waited outside the cube observing people moving around. As I stood there nervously, my gaze fell upon the ladies room in the far corner of the floor. I saw two ladies exiting out the door and walking towards me. On the right was a voluptuous woman, she wore a cream-colored sleeveless blouse and a black saree that hug her body exposing her curves ever so subtly. The blouse had a low-cut and her pallu covered just enough of her milky melons to expose her titillating cleavage. I shifted my gaze downwards and saw the rounded contours of her soft breasts. As she moved her hand to fix her free-flowing hair, she exposed her cleanly shaven armpits. She turned around to greet the passerby, and her saree gave way exposing her entire midriff and her deep navel. She had a little fab on the sides and her skin appeared silky smooth and milky white. Further down, I could see her chubby thighs and her rounded ass covered by the saree, her full voluptuousness in the display. All of this happened within a few seconds, I was mesmerized by this curvy maiden. I then looked up to see her face and was met with the most radiant set of eyes. The kajal on her eyes just accentuated the sexy look. She had a dark red lipstick on and it made her look like a sex goddess. I had found the woman of my sexual fantasies. She looked to be in her early thirties and I wondered if I would be lucky enough to her lover. As they walked down the floor, I looked at the girl that accompanied my sex goddess. The girl next to her seemed to be around my age and looked to be a smaller, shorter version of her. She too had a chubby figure. She wore a thin white t-shirt that revealed her black bra. Her melons seemed to be much bigger than my goddess’s, and they just protruded out making the t-shirt stretch.