I was always self conscious about my body and looks. Most men want the basics and mine were: I am chubby. My bra size is 38F. 5 foot 6 inches. 26 years old. I had wide hips and a fat ass.
I had a very sheltered upbringing and did not experience actual sex until just over 12 months ago. It was on sites such as Literotica and the dark pages of Reddit that I was able to explore my sexuality and discover my true nature.
Despite my early upbringing in Pakistan I was always curious about things that should have been out of reach as a Pakistani Muslim woman. I wasn't particularly attractive and as I was on the chubby side I did not particularly receive attention from men in the same way that my sisters and friends did. They always had attention from the opposite sex and men would be flirting with them and trying to get their attention but I never had that attention from a man.
It led me to seek out fantasies in secret and what started as innocent interest in romantic erotica soon turned to darker fantasies and stories on the internet. I enjoyed reading stories on Literotica about chubby women and the men that found them attractive. I would often read stories from horny older men about their fascination for BBW's and this fantasy world was somewhat of a distraction from my real world disappointments.
In reality men were not falling over themselves to be with me. I was 24 at this time and still unmarried despite my parent's best efforts. We were living in the USA now and I found myself able to experience more freedom but it did not make a difference as I had no interest from the opposite sex in real life.
My interests online became darker and I had now discovered Reddit. Initially I joined Reddit as I liked the message board style and the helpfulness of some of the groups. But then I discovered porn and the perverted part of Reddit. Someone will be reading this and not know that Reddit is mainly used by people to discuss their perverted fantasies. This was a whole new world for me.
My favourite subreddits related to watching men perform cum tributes. I don't know why but the sight of cum absolutely fascinated me and I wanted to be able to taste and feel it. I found that Indian men were particularly fond of this habit.
Just watching a man perform this would make my panties moist. I would watch video after video on a nightly basis as I touched my tingling body. I loved the dirty habit of masturbating and would do it whenever opportunity permitted.
I enjoyed the taboo aspects of these posts and I was particularly fond of Hindu cocks. This will not make much sense outside of an Indian/Pakistani context. For a Muslim woman the idea of an uncut dirty Hindu cock or as we call it lund should be abhorrent but the taboo nature of it made me very horny.
I would lurk on the subreddits as I examined the pictures of the various cocks. I would rub my wet sopping cunt to orgasm every time.
I found the darker cocks with a thick foreskin the sexiest. I would imagine licking that foreskin and pulling it back to reveal the fat cock head. My mind would run away with itself as I wondered what delights I would taste as I pulled back that foreskin and licked underneath the head.
A part of my obsession with these Hindu cocks was due to the rejections I had experienced in my own life from Muslim men. The way they talked about using Muslim women as cum dumpsters and ravaging them on these pages made me want to be one of these women.
I never commented on these pages and simply lurked and enjoyed the posts until one day. There was a building need growing inside of me but I would always stop myself from posting but that all changed one day.
I was scrolling through the pictures when one caught my eye. This particular poster had added 3 pictures from different angles. He had one with his cock and balls, one focused on the foreskin and the tip and the final one had the foreskin pulled back revealing the head. His cock was so wet and juicy. My mind was just focused on these pictures and I was unable to look away. The more I looked at the images the more details I notice and the more I wanted to experience.
I was slowly touching myself as I was becoming enamored by his cock. An impulse came over me that I had never felt before. I had to talk to him and acting out on an impulse I sent a dm to him.
"Nice cock. Have you done any tributes?"
The message read. I did not know what I was thinking but I wanted to see more of his cock.
"Send me a picture and I will cum on you!"
He replied rather swiftly and it took me by surprise.
I was not expecting a reply and I froze as I thought of what to do. I did not reply immediately as I thought about ignoring him.
"Typical Pakistani cocktease. Probably a man pretending to be a woman."
I felt even more foolish as my post history made it clear I was Pakistani and Muslim.
There was a devil inside of me telling me to shut this man up and send him a picture. The sensible part of me was telling me to block him and delete my profile.
I was in bed and just wearing a long t-shirt with panties. I usually wore a cardigan and long pajamas around the house. My family was very conservative and they had no idea about these secret pages I visited at night.
"What harm could it cause?" The devil inside of me was growing louder and I slowly began to convince myself that maybe if I sent him a picture of my ass it would not be so bad.
My large black panties were covering most of it anyway. I turned on my side and snapped a picture and quickly sent it before I could back out.
No speedy reply and nothing. I had that instant regret of sending something on the internet and not knowing where it would end up.
20 minutes later he sent a picture message back. His fat cock was in his hand and he had just cum all over a picture of my ass.
That set my pussy on instant fire. I was so horny and wet at the site of it that my hand was in my panties in a flash and I was fingering myself to within an inch of my life.
Sweat was drenching my t-shirt as my body writhed and twisted to my manipulations.
My other hand was squeezing and manipulating my breast as I felt quiet moans escape my lips. My horny state was making me delirious and I began twist and pull on my thick nipple.
I pictured that fat thick cock in front of me as my back arched and my body twisted and contorted as I came in a powerful orgasm.
My body fell back on to the bed after my powerful orgasm and the exhaustion meant I was finally able to sleep.
In the morning I woke up to a message from the stranger on Reddit.
"You could still be a man but I imagined you being a chubby Pakistani slut that loves uncut Hindu lund."
His insistence that I was a man began to annoy me.
"Shut up. I am a woman."
That was the end of our exchange that day but my mind would often return to the exchange and the images. I masturbated a few times to the tribute to my ass and my mind would wonder about his reaction if I showed more of my body but I did not message him for anything further.
I visited the page on a few occasions and I would finger myself as I watched the various uncut Hindu cocks. But I would always return to the pictures of the stranger. He had not posted anything since and this added to my curiosity. I would visit his account to monitor his activity and see if he posted anything else.
A few weeks later I received a dm from him once more. It was out of the blue and took me by surprise.
"Hey, I am horny. Are you horny? Do you want to role play? You can pretend to be a Pakistani 'woman' and I will be the uncut Hindu lund ready to fuck you."
He was trying to press my buttons but it was fun and in a way that I had never really been teased by a man before and this added to my curiosity.
"What is the scenario?"
I replied wondering if he liked a challenge. There was a part of me that liked to be teased and played with.
"I am your Hindu boss and you are my Muslim sexretary."
He replied and I replied with a yawn emoji. It was so cliché and I was already bored. I wondered if we were on the same page when it came to fantasies and kinks.
"You are out with some friends. They are all white and you are the only brown one. Your friends are hot skinny bitches. You always feel insecure going out with them. It is getting late. You want to get home to finger yourself to some uncut Hindu lund but they persuade you to stay out and join them at the club. You don't drink but feel pressured to go with them. I am eyeing you from across the bar but you don't notice me."
I felt chills on my arms at this scenario as it had some dark potential and this appealed to me.
"I don't usually drink and you can sense this. I don't notice as you pay the bartender to swap my coke for a Bacardi and coke. I take a sip and it is bitter but I ignore the aftertaste and put it down to the type of coke they have rather anything more sinister. You are keeping an eye on me and waiting for your opportunity."
I want to make intentions clear about my darker fantasies and try to lead him this way. He begins typing straightaway and I can sense I have his focused attention.
"You are swaying more as you sip on your third glass. The alcohol is taking effect on your body and mind. You are not a dancer by nature but you are swaying more freely and moving closer to the dance floor. Your hips are gyrating more freely and I picture you riding my fat cock with those swaying hips. Your friends begin to be picked off as men approach them. They give you that sympathetic look but are unable to resist going off with the men. I notice you are more alone and make my move as you leave your drink and move further on to the dance floor. With the circle of friends no longer guarding you I can smell blood."
The way he used the word guarding gave me a dark tingly sensation. That feeling of being vulnerable to his eyes as he hunts me like prey is more obvious to me.
"You move up close behind me and just sway with me. I don't initially notice you as you rub your cock against my ass. You come up closer and inhale my scent through my hair. I become more aware of you and in my drunken state press back against your hard cock. Even through your jeans I can feel the large uncut Hindu lund press against my fat ass and this makes me sigh. Your hands are on my hips as you grind against my fat ass. Your hands begin to slowly pull up my skirt. You move it up inch by inch as you work to get in my panties. I protest though like the good little Pakistani girl I am and I move away to your disappointment."
I was revealing a little too much of my dark inner desires and he seemed to be reading my mind.
"You want to be a good little Pakistani girl but that slut inside you is hard to hide. You move back to the bar in your own little comfort zone. Away from predators like me. I nod to the bartender to keep plying you with alcohol. Your inhibitions are being lowered and you will soon be at my mercy."
'At his mercy.' The phrase conjured dark and horny thoughts in my mind as I began to wonder what he would do if I was at his mercy.
