Rashmi hurriedly took off her pyjamas and panties, leaving only her T-shirt on. She had no bra underneath and she decided that she would take the T-shirt off later if she felt like playing with her nipples.
She then laid down on the bed on her back and parted her vaginal lips with her fingers, shoving the dildo inside with her right hand. She gasped as she felt a shortness of breath as the dildo entered deep inside her vagina, tingling the millions of pleasure centers inside her vagina. She rested her head back on the pillow, removing her left hand off her vagina and started adjusting her headphones, to make sure they covered only one of her ears fully. Her bedroom door was locked and her parents were gone for their Sunday temple visit, but she wanted to be able to stop what she was doing if someone came knocking, unexpectedly.
Leaving the dildo thrust inside her, she un-paused the porn movie on her phone, putting the phone on her bed table in a half-tilted kind of position supported by a mobile phone stand. The headphones were connected by Bluetooth to the phone. On her phone, a well-dressed black man entered the room where a slim dusky skinned woman sat, wearing a revealing set of lingerie showing ample cleavage.
Rashmi had seen this movie earlier. She loved it because the couple got straight down to business instead of building pointless backstory. She had never understood the point of backstory for porn: porn was about sex and people masturbating to it. Who masturbates to a backstory?
On the screen, the black man started groping the woman’s breasts roughly through her lingerie. The woman put up flimsy resistance, seemingly looking behind the camera. Rashmi lifted her naked hips and placed the pair of pyjamas she had just taken off, between the bedsheet and her hips. Sometimes – she had never been able to discern a pattern – her vagina would choose to squirt a lot when she orgasmed. She hoped today wasn’t one of those days because if it was, the pyjamas weren’t near enough protection for her bed. She would have to pretend to her parents (if they saw the wet spot of her vaginal juices) that she had mistakenly left a bottle of water uncapped on her bed again.
By now the man had taken off the woman’s lingerie revealing what looked like natural breasts with large purple nipples, not unlike Rashmi’s own. If anything, Rashmi’s were larger. That was one of the reasons, she liked this movie – she liked to pretend the girl in the movie was her.
The dusky woman now took off the man’s pants and boxers, revealing a massive penis – at least nine inches long. Plus it seemed to have really adequate girth. The woman bent down and placed the penis in her mouth, beginning to slurp on it.
Rashmi could feel her vagina become moister by the second as the scene proceeded, even though her dildo was still motionless inside her. She just loved the sight of the man’s pitch-black massive organ. Rashmi slowly began thrusting the dildo in and out of her vagina with her right hand, imagining it was the black man’s penis.
“Oh,” she said softly, her eyes closing for a couple of seconds involuntarily. She found her clitoris with her left hand and began to slowly rub it in circles with her left thumb, as she gently thrust the dildo in and out of her.
Things heated up on her phone’s screen. The man now lifted the woman and carried her to a desk in the middle of the room, making her bend over. Then with one hand, he started guiding his condom-less organ inside her vagina. The woman screamed with pain as the man tried to penetrate her. She clearly wasn’t wet enough – plus the man was too big. For some reason, the woman’s screams turned Rashmi on even more. She increased the pace of her thrusting and clitoral rubbing. If she had had an extra hand, she would have started pinching her nipples – her nipples felt warm and tingly, almost as if demanding stimulation.
The man in the movie spat expertly onto his own penis, seeking to lubricate its entry but it didn’t help: the woman kept squirming and yelping with pain.
“Shut up, slut!” the man said finally. Digging his hands into the woman’s hips, he began drilling her roughly, making the woman constantly scream in pain.
Rashmi loved this scene – she had never been fucked this hard, this raw by a man. Clinging to her fantasy that the black man was pummeling her vagina with his massive cock, Rashmi began thrusting the dildo hard in and out of her. It hurt, but she imagined that like the woman in the movie, she had no control over the situation – it was simply a man in heat fucking her hard. With her left thumb, she increased the rubbing of her clitoris to a furious pace.
Rashmi felt her mouth begin to get dry. Her second favorite part of the porn clip was about to come up. She could almost see the man’s cock harden. The man started to grunt and yell “AH!” with every thrust and Rashmi knew he was close. He might have been a professional porn performer but clearly the big busty girl in the movie was too hot for him to “professionally” handle. Rashmi tried, as she once had, to time her own orgasm with the man’s orgasm in the clip, furiously thrusting the dildo in and out, frantically rubbing her clitoris.
With an almight “FUCKKKKKK!” the man ejaculated filling the woman in the clip with load after load of his semen. But Rashmi’s genitals were on a timetable of their own. Her body gave her no telltale signs of being about to finish. So, she kept at it, almost dutifully, dildo-fucking her vagina and rubbing her clitoral muscle.
The man removed his penis from inside the woman, on screen, and his semen began dribbling out her vagina immediately. Rashmi loved the sight of semen, especially on a woman’s vagina – it made her feel that the woman was loved, was owned. Aroused by the woman moaning as dollops of semen dribbled out of her vagina, Rashmi suddenly felt the pre-orgasmic tension start to build in her belly. Her belly clenched inwards as if beginning to conserve energy for what was about to come. It became harder for her to breathe – whimpering softly, almost like an animal in heat, Rashmi breathed in quick ragged breaths through her mouth.
The man wasn’t done yet. He carried the woman to the wall and placing the woman with her hands on the wall, penetrated her anus this time.
“Ohhhh!” Rashmi moaned softly. The pleasure she felt radiate up from her clitoris was beginning to heighten with her rub, with every thrust of her dildo. She imagined, again, that the man had her up against the wall, his dark black hands smothering her breasts instead of the woman’s, pinching her nipples, drilling her ass with his weapon.
The image did it for her. She felt her eyes close, felt her toes curl and she knew her orgasm was close by. She forcefully opened her eyes to get one last look at the man’s dock up the woman’s asshole but then biology took over, shutting her eyes, making her belly, rectal and vaginal muscles contract inwards. She pushed in her dildo deep keeping it deep inside her, letting her vaginal walls contract around the dildo. It was a powerful contraction, tensing up her entire body for what seemed like an impossibly long time. When it finally released, Rashmi screamed, “GAAAAAAH!” partly out of the tremendous pleasure radiating up from her crotch, and partly out of relief. Her muscles contracted again and she felt very aware of every millimeter of her dildo as her vagina contracted against it. Her vagina and clitoris exploded with pleasure again releasing tension, making her head arch back, her hips lift a little in the air. The second wave was stronger than the first and it made her scream gibberish even louder.
“GAHAAAAAAAHAAHAHA!” Rashmi screamed as her body let go for the second time.
The third contraction was shorter, almost as if her body was keen to feel the powerful pleasure of the release again and when her vagina unclenched the third time, it felt like a soothing wave of pleasure – not as tense as the first two, though still almost equally powerful and pleasurable. The contractions and expansions got shorter and weaker with every subsequent wave of her orgasm, making her sigh loudly at first and then softly later.
“Goddddd…” Rashmi sighed, as the final strong wave of her orgasm rippled through her body before the sensation was gone, leaving only a feeling of being hot and flushed in her crotch, her vagina, her thighs and her breasts.
As she began to come to her senses, she could hear the woman in the movie moaning in her headphones. Rashmi took the headphones off and gently removed the dildo from inside her vagina.
