I tried to stop her, I really did but I was no match for her aggressively cute personality. Literally nothing could deter her peppy attitude. She had decided she was going home with me and brushed off any protests to the contrary with a smile.
"That was just so magical! I'd always wanted to fuck someone in the middle of a shift and then you just showed up with that incredible touch of yours and suddenly we were just banging away!"
I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. "Uh yea, it's kinda a blur to me now."
She giggled and grabbed my arm, wrapping herself around it so her big, heavy tits squished up against it.
Flirtatious was an understatement.
Brushing that aside for the moment, I was trying to think of how I could explain to her that I was expecting company tonight but no solutions came to mind. I wasn't much of an assertive person, that much was for certain.
"So were you like a virgin or something?" Aanya asked rather nonchalantly, still clinging to me.
I blushed. Was it that obvious? "Technically... no but I guess I'm still pretty new to this."
Her face suddenly blossomed with a surprised joy. "Oh yay! Nothing beats showing an inexperienced guy the ropes." She bounced up and down on the sidewalk as we continued walking and I couldn't help but notice the way her tits jiggled. Fuck, I was such a boobs guy.
"Heh, yea... hopefully I wasn't too bad."
Aanya's face suddenly turned towards an extraordinarily concerned expression, so fast was the change that I was afraid I was gonna get whiplash. "No, not at all! It was by far and away the best sex I've ever had. Like I can't even describe how intense the orgasms felt. Nothing has ever come close!"
"At least I have that going for me..." I mumbled.
"So have you ever tasted curry on Indian titties?" She asked, with a deviously wicked smile.
The question was such a quick twist again that for sure this time I was gonna get whiplash. Luckily I didn't stumble as we continued down the sidewalk but I sure felt like I was gonna lose my balance, being asked such intimately kinky questions by an essential stranger.
A quick and embarrassed 'no' was all I could manage.
"Well, let me tell you, it sure is something special. We just have the right bodies for it, you know. Adds some spice, ya know?"
I could only imagine her large, perfectly unblemished breasts smeared with spicy curry. A surprisingly delectable image.
She continued. "I'm down for all sorts of kinks. You want me to smear food on myself or tie me up or fuck my ass or do it in a public place or even piss-"
"Woah woah woah, slow down," I interrupted, struggling to wrap my head around what she was saying. "This is all... this is all too much."
"Aww, are you a vanilla boy? Does kinky stuff embarrass you?" Her voice was filled with a teasing tone and she leaned in close to my ear to really drive it home.
"No, I can keep up," I retorted rather weakly, unable to even convince myself. She laughed at that.
"Don't worry, cutie. I can start slow. Just don't be surprised when you're eventually fucking me bound and gagged. I mean, I love sex. I mean love love. Like really, really love it. Especially dirty, kinky sex. If I could just get fucked all day, that would be the dream. Some sexy dude that would stuff my pussy with a hard cock." She sighed longingly. "Yeah, that would be the dream."
Another bout of redness descended upon my cheeks and she giggled even harder.
Thankfully, at this point we had reached the apartment building and she was distracted by it enough to leave me alone.
We climbed up the steps and made it to the front door. I fumbled for my keys as she continued blabbering and opened the door. That was when we both found out that someone else was in the apartment, that person being Valeria.
I stood there, mouth agape, looking at her sitting rather prim and proper on the couch, full suit with dress pants and everything. She, in turn, looked rather shocked to see Aanya. A quick glance at Aanya told me that she was probably already thinking of kinky things to do with Valeria.
"Oh," Valeria started. "I hadn't realized you were bringing company." Her voice contained an air of rejection but if she wanted to stay sad, there was no way she could with Aanya's assault, that sexy Indian bombshell.
"Hi, I'm Aanya! It's a pleasure to meet you. Wow, you're gorgeous."
Oh, yes, hello, thank you. My name is Valeria." She fumbled for her words, clearly taken aback by Aanya's reversal of a situation that felt more like a discovery of an affair than anything else.
"I love your suit. Where did you get it done?" Aanya plopped down on the couch beside her, oblivious to me still standing by the door, too shocked to move.
I hadn't even realized Valeria had already helped herself to a key. I normally would have been upset at such a blatant forwardness but it was pretty hot that such a gorgeous babe thought she could come over anytime to fuck. Of course, I had no idea how this little dilemma was going to blow over so I could only hope for the best.
"Um, it's from Saks Fifth Avenue. Listen..." She brushed Aanya off verbally, switching tracks. "I didn't realize you were going to be having company, Jason, so perhaps I should just get going. I don't want to disturb anything." She stood up as she was talking and ran her palms against her legs, flattening out the creases.
A terrible feeling of guilt swept over me and instead of intervening or attempting to even talk it out, I made room for her to leave through the doorway.
"Have you felt his touch? It's like magic. You must have." Aanya hopped to her feet, effectively intercepting Valeria. "Fucking him feels amazing, like the best feeling in the whole wide world."
Then she did something that shocked the both of us.
She leaned in and gave Valeria one long smooch. This was beyond hot.
A Spanish supermodel and an Indian goddess making out right in front of me? Crazy. Aanya was clearly into it, one hand holding onto Valeria's soft, tan face, the other grabbing her shoulder. Straight brown hair mingled with curly black hair as Aanya held the kiss. Valeria's eyes were wide as mine but she didn't break away until Aanya freed her.
"You taste like peaches," Aanya said with an oblivious smile.
"Oh-oh my god, I'm so sorry. I-I don't do that with girls." Valeria recoiled back slightly, a hand suddenly covering her mouth in shock.
I stepped forward, not knowing what to do and feeling far too embarrassed to make any concrete move.
"It's ok. I promise I won't tell anyone!" Her cheery, peppy voice never faltered.
"No, I-I mean I only do that stuff with men..." She was struggling to look at Aanya. Her eyes danced across the floor and her face was as flush as mine.
"Really? Someone as beautiful as you has never been with a girl before?" As she spoke, which still retained an air of innocence, she wrapped her arms Valeria's waist and their heavy tits squished against each other.
Valeria froze, clearly taken aback by this wanton succubus's advances.
A weak 'no' was all she was able to get out.
"No woman's ever munched on your carpet? Sucked your titties? I mean, your girls are well-fed. Some girl must have at some point!" Aanya's hands released their hold from behind Valeria's waist only to latch onto her tits, weighing them like her hands were scales. Valeria's suit was built so that it gave ample room for her large tits, outlining them perfectly enough that Aanya was able to weigh them as she was.
Valeria, for her part, took a small step back and Aanya's hands fell away, Valeria looking positively shaken. I didn't know what was going on but something was certainly stirring in my loins. I shut the door behind us and moved to get a better view.
Aanya's face turned into a small pout, that cute bottom lip of hers jutting out in the most adorable puppy face ever. "What? You don't like it?"
"Yes- I mean, no- I mean, yes," she sputtered, flustered. "I'm just not attracted to-"
She was interrupted by Aanya suddenly leaning in for another kiss, this time a much sloppier one. Her hands returned to Valeria's tits, groping them now with a vigor in big circles. Her tongue slipped into Valeria's mouth, who still looked shocked but now... also turned on? She didn't step away.
Aanya continued her assault, pushing her onto my empty wall, groping even more aggressively. Valeria's hands were placed on the voluptuous Indian's shoulders, weakly trying to push her away but the movements of her tongue, a searching yet simultaneously timid intrusion into Aanya's wet mouth, gave away her conflicted desires.
Slurping and smacking sounds now suffused the room. Valeria still seemed unsure of herself but the rosy tint on her cheeks told me she was getting worked up more visibly.
Aanya didn't relent. Instead, she, with a surprising show of lusty-infused strength, ripped open the dress shirt that was already looking like it would have popped anyway. Buttons flew across the room and Valeria's bountiful tits sprung free, jiggling.
Aanya bent down and attacked them, mouth latching to nipple as she suckled like a ravenous babe. Valeria pulled her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a sexy moan.
I was rockhard.
Aanya mauled her tits, sucking and groping intensely, fingers digging into the soft pillows.
"Oh my God!" Valeria whispered. "Oh dear God almighty!"
One of Aanya's hands left her ample chest to gesture me forward without even needing to look at me. I approached cautiously, nearing the two beauties, but Aanya suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled me right next to Valeria. Without letting the Valeria's nipple leave her mouth, Aanya shoved my head so that Valeria and I met lips. Valeria, with eyes closed, instantly latched onto my mouth and her tongue finding its way beyond my lips, almost involuntarily, like an animal in heat.
I heard Aanya pop off her tit long enough to say to me "Work your magic, sweetie," before returning to it with a slurp.
