I’ll make you my Sex Slave

The story is set in India. It’s a true story that I’m a protagonist of. It’s about my first encounter with a milf that ended up in great sex. This was back in 2015. I was making out with my then-girlfriend in the classroom during the annual functions.

Since the school was occupied with preparations, I was too much involved in making out. Suddenly, the door opened, and here she was, the teacher who was coordinator for the junior section, catching me shirtless.

Things didn’t escalate as I put in a hearty apology. But let’s say the foundations for the future were laid out. Jumping to 2022, things didn’t turn out well, and life turned sour.

Even though the break-up brought out the bitter version of me, let’s say I never unlearned my manners. Financially, life was smooth, but physically, it was too boring. All my eyes could search for is the perfect milf with black hair and erected breasts in a push-up bra.

Then, the universe gave me a chance. The same teacher who embarrassed me was buying out some balm with evident bruises on her hand. I could easily make out that her husband might have thrashed her.

But after all these years, all my eyes could look out was her perfectly baked ass. Her complexion was white as milk so it made me more horny for her. Target locked.

I rushed back to my home, joined Facebook and searched for her day and night. After a desperate search, I found her, and before sending her the request, I prayed to the universe to make this happen. Nothing happened for a week, and I eventually forgot about her,

But then one day, while I was working, a notification popped up: Richa had accepted your friend request. My heartbeat could be felt from a mile away, and without giving much of a thought, I sent a hi.

Richa: Do I know you?

Me: (obviously cooking a lie) You might not remember me, but I am a student of your second batch.

Richa: Sorry, I don’t remember you.

Me: It’s okay, how have you been, and where are you?

No reply.

2 days later, she texted

Richa: I’m fine, but I’m still not sure if I know you. Do you have a picture or something?

Me: No, I don’t have a picture since all my belongings have been left behind. But what’s with so much enquiry? (I took a bold, dominating step.)

Richa: It’s for the safety, you know, a lot of scams are going on, so… (she took the bait)

Me: No worries! (I left the chat open-ended)

The next day.

She put up a Facebook story with a statement regarding loyalty in relationships, to which I boldly replied

Me: Loyalty is not what you think, it’s bilateral. If one of the people cheats, the other one has an open window.

Richa: Oh, hello, it’s not that, one can choose to stay loyal and feel proud of it too! (I could feel I touched her nerve.)

Me: Then stay loyal and be abused by your husband on his command! He has free access to enjoy, but you don’t. Great example of being a teacher.

It took me 5 seconds to register the damage I might have done, but she already read it.

Richa: But what can a married woman do? Family and children are meant to be saved, no?

Me: Obviously, but how does sustaining abusive behaviour save a marriage?

Richa had not answered. The inbox was silent for the whole day, and all I could think of was, did it blast? The next day, I sent her a good morning text, to which she replied at noon.

Richa: Good afternoon, Rishi.

Me: How have you been today?

Richa: I’m good, but I’m too busy with the work schedule. What about you, what do you do? (She’s trying to gel up now.)

Me: I’m a documentary artist, I make documentaries.

Richa: Oh, that’s great. Share some of your work.

I shared some of the work with her.

Me: Only if you’ll watch this, I’m sharing. If they stay in the Messenger chat, I’ll delete it then.

Richa: I’ll watch it 100%. I’ll revert to you tomorrow.

Me: Okay, but also revert back to the question I asked the previous day.

Then she didn’t reply for the whole day. The next day was dry as a desert as well, so I texted her in the evening,

Me: Couldn’t watch or left flabbergasted?

She randomly video called me on Messenger, to which I switched off my video.

Me: Hello?

Richa: Hey, I have been thinking about your videos, show me your face too! (She sounded drunk af)

Me: Are you drunk? What’s going on?

Richa: I’m at a party with friends, so I’ll call you later!

I was Damon confused of what the fuck it was but it was another golden opportunity for me to open her up. I didn’t hear anything from her for another 2 days. So I’m being impatient, I called her up on Messenger.

Me: Hello? What’s up?

Richa: I’m sorry, I feel embarrassed. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk right now.

Me: Don’t be embarrassed, if you had a great time, then feel happy.

Richa: No, no. But you might think of me as someone who’s not a good role model.

Me: See. You drank, you had fun, why should it bother me or your image? It doesn’t matter; all that matters is that you had fun and feel good about it. Never feel bad for enjoying your time with some good company! Even in future, if we meet, will you feel bad after our date? (I wanted to be bold again)

Wait for the next part to see her reply!

Also, any elegant woman who wishes to enjoy some mindful time can contact me at the email below. Please desperate fappers who just want new material to fap upon, stay the fuck away. I don’t want to waste my time with teenage wankers.

Your comments are appreciated. Reach out to me at [email protected].