Confessions| Episode 1

This story is based on what I, Qamaar, got to know through interviewing a south Asian former pornographic film actress, who has travelled the world due to her extraordinarily absurd level of her career and is at her middle ages by now. According to her, if someone reads her story and feels sexually aroused about it, that is one of the most miserable things a man can ever do. She says that she is now okay with what she went through but that was the exact opposite of how she felt like during the process. But if you wonder why I decided to post this to a sex story site, that was all due to the overtly sexual nature of her story, which can possibly not come by one of the wildest imaginations of a man or a woman.

Let me narrate what exactly happened, regarding her and me. My hobby is collecting stories that are sexual in nature and publishing them after some development. So, I once openly stated on my blog, that if someone has a story that she can narrate to me in privacy, I am ready to pay for the story if she is okay with me that I publish it, with privacy guaranteed. That is exactly how I collected much of the stories I have published before, and that will continue. Anyway, one day, I saw this response in my Google inbox. It said,

“Dear Mr Qamaar,

I saw your post, asking for a true sex story. Well, if you are interested, I have my own story to offer you. You can do anything with that, you want. But you must not expose my identity. There are people who know me and there are those who have become part of the story. But nobody needs to know my whole story. This is not the 1st time I tried to offer my story nor will this be the last if you too reject me. And of course, I demand a payment but the currency will be different from what you usually get to pay. But do not worry. If you are as open as I expect you to be, you will accept this…”

Then she had stated her mobile number, asking me to call her. 1st, she said her name, which i am not gonna mention here. Let me call her “Fareeda”, for that resembles her supposedly religion and much of the background, in my opinion.

I called her and got to meet her at a personal room in a hotel, even though it was a bit odd for a man at the early middle ages, or 28, to meet up with a woman a little even older, 32, at a personal place ie a hotel room, for something other than sex.

For your enjoyment, I will narrate the rest of what happened in the room, in 3rd person perspective.

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Qamaar when to the respective room, and knocked on the door. He heard the lock being unlocked and the door was opened.

He went in. It was her. She welcomed him in with a beautiful smile.

She was wearing the traditional black dress of her people, but her dress was a little tight and thus it exposed her curves well. The moment he saw her, he felt like burning within. She was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. Her skin was as white as milk, he would have said. Her lips were light pink. Her nose was pointed but not too long. Her hair was dark hazel colour. Her fingers were thin and long. Her hands were small. She was around 5 feet 9 inches. For him, who was 6 feet 1 inch, a woman of that height would have been a good sexual partner.

He was looking at her speechless. He felt like he was having a bone in his pants. She smiled and said,

“Well Qamaar, I see you are already having your boner inside, she said looking at his eyes, and coming closer to him. He was speechless. He was struggling to keep his hands off her.

“Well, you are so beautiful, madame. I am having a hard time controlling myself”

“Aww… so confident” she said as she went away and laid on the bed, to her left side, looking at him.

“Well madame, I guess we should 1st finalize the payment deal. How much would you like on return for your story? Well I should say that I have the last bid. If your charge is higher, we cannot have the deal” he said, pulling his wallet out. She jumped off the bed, went to him and held his arm, not allowing him to pull his wallet out.

“I do not want payment in cash, Qamaar. Cash was not the only way I was paid. From a stud like you, I want a different payment”

She smiled at him sensually. He could guess what she meant. He said,

“I am in!”

As he sent his arms around her body, pulled her towards him at a moment and tried to kiss her lips. She stopped him.

“Wait, Qamaar. What you pay is dealt with. But how you should pay, should be as I command. Understand?”

“Mm…yeah” he said, still holding her in his hands. Her boobs were hot and already pressed tight against his chest. They felt each others warmth. They both were turning on.

“This is gonna be long so I suggest you write it down as I narrate, or you will forget important parts. So…?” As she said it, he left her and took his book and a pen from his bag, getting prepared to write down.

“Okay madame, start from the very beginning”

She smiled at him as she sat on the bed and started narrating.

“I was born to this…very conservative family who followed this religion (to avoid religious bigotry, the religion will not be mentioned in name. But it is around 14 centuries old) and though it seemed very hard, I followed every step of a pious woman, as well as I can. But it all changed one day.

Then I was 19 and just after advanced level exams. I was asked to teach little kids at a school where one of my uncles was the principal. I accepted willingly. But there was this condition.

I had to wear a sari, regardless of my religious obligations. So uncles suggested that I wear a sari and a coat so that what a sari exposes me is covered and to cover my head with separate veil. I had no problem with that. So to prepare, I went to a nearby shop, which was under the rulership of an elderly man of my religion.

When I went there, he was at the counter with another old man. He had white hair, a thin black face, a long white beard and broken teeth. The other man was taller and fat. He had a long beard as well and when they smiled at me, with their broken and blackened teeth, they looked very perverse. I already started having doubts about coming alone. But I pretended to be confident and told them what I was there for.

They, upon coming to hear that I was gonna wear a coat over the sari, told me this, giving me a sari.

“Well, here is the cheapest one we got. But well, this might look a bit too revealing as well. But sinhala women (who are the majority of this country) loon very good with these so we hope the same from you. Why not just try it? You are gonna wear the coat anyway.”

When I checked the sari jacket, I saw it was true. Apparently it was so revealing that if I did not wear a coat along with it, much of my upper body will be exposed and it would be unacceptable in the conservative society I reside. But since I was not able to afford an expensive sari and a coat at the same time, but I needed both a coat and a sari, I decided to buy it. Then, I concentrated on buying a coat.

I checked out some coats. Long story short, to the money I had then, after buying the sari, I could afford only one very cheap coat and it was almost fit to my body. With them both, I went to the fitting room.

I got dressed in the sari and the coat and looked against the mirror. Well, my lower body was somewhat seen through the sari because the material was somewhat transparent. Nothing to do about that. “Maybe with sunlight, it will not look transparent” I thought. And my upper body, was almost fit inside the coat. I got back into what I was wearing when I arrived at the shop and got out of the room to go back home.

I finalized the deal and stepped out. Then, someone dragged me back in and closed the door. Before I could even think, my head was covered in a black bag and as I screamed for help and struggled, my clothes were ripped off of me…”

At this point Aisha stopped and thought for a while. Qamaar looked at her and said,

“Well madame…”

“…call me “Fareeda” “, said Aisha, with a smile. Qamaar said,

“Okay Aisha, I can understand why it is hard for you to get it together at a spot like this. You can continue later if you want”

“Mh…it is pointless to feel bad now. So lemme continue.

They took my purity. I just could not believe I went through this! Two men at ages to be like my dad, sexually having pleasure with my body! It was like a wild dream; a nightmare.

When I stepped out, it was dark. I held together the ripped parts of my garment and I went home, still struggling to hold in my tears…”

She stopped again. Qamaar said to her,

“I am pretty sure that this is not the end of your story and I can understand that you are having a hard time continuing at a point of the story like this. So, when will I have the other part?”

“Once you pay me for this part” she said with a sensual smile.

He could have finalized the deal right there. But he asked her if she minds coming to his place, as he was living all alone. She discussrd for a while, and agreed.
As we came outta the room, he held my hand in his with our fingers criss-cross and that reminded me of someone back then. But, I was gonna believe that Qamaar was not gonna put me in the trouble that he did!

Once we were outside, he boarded a bus and we both got on and sat on nearby seats. I was near the window. He put his hand around me and cuddled me to himself. I put my palm on his chest and my face against it and closed my eyes.

Even though I closed my eyes, I still felt well what was happening. I felt his hand roaming over me on my dress and groping my body wherever I had soft tissues, especially my boobs. Qamaar, unlike the most men I have sexually interacted in my life, seemed to have a better understanding of what a woman really wants and what most women will find not interesting. I smiled.

All of a sudden, he said,

“Fareeda, we are about to get down. I guess you should keep your head open for the rest of the journey or we both will be in trouble”

I agreed and took my veil off. Once the bus stopped, we got off and he guided me where he went, holding my hand as usual. We walked on a street until we met a two storied house, with absolutely nobody living in it, apparently.

“So, this is my house and I guess nobody is Seeing us right now,” he said, looking around, as he opened the gate and took me in. He immediately closed the gate. Then, he unlocked the door, opened it, took me in, closed it and locked it fast.

Then he turned to me, with his eyes shining with lust. I said,

“Mm…so what are we waiting for? Time to get fast! Let us see how long you can remain”

I am a vegan. My sex drive is very high compared to ordinary women, therefore. So, I can remain in a sexual act for long even without having to take external medicine. But I did not know whether it is the same with Qamaar, no did I mind asking. Most people do not believe that food habits have something to do with sex drive.

Qamaar hugged me and we started vigorously kissing the lips of each other, almost eating each other out. His arms were around my body, pressing my boobs tightly against his chest and his palms were roaming all over my back, his fingers squeezing wherever I had soft tissues.

After a while, still eating my mouth, he ran towards a wall, pushing me all the way, until I hit against the wall. I was so overwhelmed by his sexual actions that I did not feel like I was hurt. After all, with all the misery I have gone through in my sex life, something like this was insignificant. I still was not feeling it wet inside my vagina, though. Maybe because I was well experienced with sex and the more experienced you are, the more time it takes for you to come.

Once I was hit against the wall, his hands came from my buttocks to my boobs and started squeezing them. I held his hands as he stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, asking me,

“Fareeda, do you want me to squeeze them harder”

“Yes, Qamaar. Squeeze them as hard as you can”

He seemed puzzled and asked,

“But…but this could hurt you”

I smiled and said,

“No, it could not. Take my word for that and do it”

“As you wish!”

He said as he squeezed them with all his strength in his fingers.

“Ah!”

“How is that?”

“Yeah, that is it”

Then he started eating my neck, still squeezing my boobs repeatedly. I was moaning to provoke him even further.

“Yeah, Qamaar. Pay me more” Then he started pulling up my dress, violently. I knew he was gonna undress me. I wanted to undress him as well but he was pulling up my dress so violently that I could not get hold of his buttons. After a while, he took my dress off my head. I was wearing only a panty and a bra below it.

After that, he was looking at my body like he had seen the next world wonder. He said,

“Oh, my…look at those tits…” He said as he took my bra off, grabbed each of them in each of his hands from their sides and repeatedly squeezed them and left them, moved them up and down, hit them against each other, pulled them down, pushed them towards my face, pinched my nippers and twisted them…did all kinds of things as if he was trying to figure out what they are made of! I was moaning lightly and every time he hit them against each other, my moaning broke and he was doing it so vigorously that my entire body was moving. With his treatment on my nipples, I was feeling that I was getting wet inside my panty.

I started unbuttoning his shirt. He took it off and threw it away. Only then did I see all his muscles, hiding in his suit till now. With his great abs, I guessed he could be great in bed.

Still playing with my tits, he said,

“Wow! They feel great. I wanna know how they taste like!”

Then he hugged me, placing his mouth over my right breast, biting in a portion of it and started sucking it, repeatedly biting it like a baby being breastfed, except that he had a hard time doing anything calmly. He was playing with my left breast using his right hand at the same time. His right arm was around my upper body and it held me pressed against his mouth. He was biting and sucking my boob, and I felt him licking my nipple with his tongue in all kinds of ways. Due to the extreme sensation, I felt like my legs could no longer hold it. I said,

“Ah…oh I cannot keep standing any longer my darling”

He lifted me up and threw me on a bed in a nearby room. The impact was hard and as soon as I raised my head a bit to look at him, he jumped on me and I went “Ah!” When he did that. He was still wearing his denim pants and I was dying to see his cock.

But before I could even hold his pants, he started eating my left boob, like he did before with the right one. And again, now he was playing with my right boob using his left hand and his right hand went downwards and into my panty and started rubbing over to my umbilical cord. It felt different but good. He then inserted a finger into my umbilical cord and moved it up and down, vigorously. I went like,

“A-a-a-a-ah!”

And then he stopped eating my boob, took hold of both my boobs with his hands like he did before, pressed his face on them in the middle (my boobs have hardly any gap between them so he could not press between), repeatedly pressed and his my boobs against his face, took his face away, pressed my boobs against each other to take my nipples closer to each other, and started eating both my nipples at the same time. He was licking, sucking and biting them. His bite was hard and it sent currents throughout my upper body. I was moaning even louder.

After a while, we again ate each other’s mouths for a while and then he repeatedly kissed me down to my pussy.