The XXX Sleeper – Part 1

On a day in June in a classified year:

Aamir Chisti was a college student. He wanted to rent a big apartment at an apartment complex in the city. He went to the office on the ground floor and met the Landlord, Mr Mishra.

“Sure, but why is a single college student seeking a big apartment at my apartment complex?” Mr Mishra asked him.

“Well, I prefer to be alone and mentally free, sir–”

“You can call me Mr Mishra, son.”

“Mr Mishra, you know, it’s the college, and things can get tough sometimes, so…”

“Okay, what did you say your name was?”

“It’s Aamir, Mr Mishra, Aamir Chisti.”

“Okay, Aamir, I’d like to see some police verification if you have any.”

Aamir knew why Mr Mishra wanted to see police verification only after hearing his name, but he didn’t say anything.

“Uh, yeah, sure, here it is,” Aamir said, handing it over to Mr Mishra.

“Hmm, okay, welcome to my apartment complex, Aamir. Come this way.”

“By the way, Aamir, where would you like to rent an apartment? Top floor?” Mr Mishra asked Aamir, walking down the hallway, where the doors to other people’s apartments were to both sides.

“Actually, Mr Mishra, I was wondering if I could rent one on the ground floor.”

“Why the ground floor? People prefer apartments in upper sections because there’s a nice view.”

“Thank you for the offer, Mr Mishra, but I prefer to have very little time moving in and out of my apartment. I’ll have to spend a lot of time studying, you know.”

“Well, okay, whatever you wish for. There’s one apartment free on the ground floor. Let’s see if it fits your desires, Aamir.”

Aamir checked the apartment thoroughly.

“Okay, this one looks fine. What are the rules and regulations, Mr Mishra?”

“Well, you’ll be given the key, of course,” Mr Mishra said, smiling. “You don’t have to be home before 6 pm or 7 pm. You can bring in friends, but if you do, you have to pay the water and electricity bills.”

“Oh yeah, no, I won’t be bringing anyone here, Mr Mishra. But if I pay the bills anyway, what will happen to the rent?”

“Oh, yeah, it will decrease a bit, then.”

“Good. So, where do I sign?”

Aamir signed the documents, paid for the first month, and got the key.

“One more thing, Aamir, I won’t be at the office most of the time, but my wife, Mandira, will be there. Anything you want, you tell her, okay?”

“Sure, Mr Mishra. Thank you.”

As Mr Mishra returned to his office, Aamir went to his apartment and closed the door behind him. But before opening his backpack, he covered the windows by pulling the curtains. He then opened the door and checked if anyone was around.

He then called Rashid Shaikh, 30.

“Uh, yeah, Raj, it’s me, Aman. I’ve got the room.”

“Good, we need to ensure those things the 1st time itself. I’ll meet you soon.”

Aamir dropped the call.

Later that day, Aamir got to know his neighbours, Raj, and his wife, Komal.

It was hard for Aamir to get his eyes off Komal, who was so beautiful. Aamir judged that she must have been in her late 20s. She was wearing a Salwar Kameez, which had a somewhat deep cleavage.

That night, Aamir thought of calling Rashid. But later changed his mind when he understood that too many calls between him and a particular person could alert unnecessary parties.

That day, at college, he came to know Ms Monica, his English teacher. She was a beautiful young woman in her mid-20s. She was wearing a short-sleeved full-body gown with a somewhat deep cleavage.

That evening, Aamir could talk more to Komal, who was wearing a yellow saree. While talking, Komal suddenly mentioned a woman.

“By the way, Aamir, who’s your English teacher at college?”

“She’s someone named Ms Monica.”

“Is she in her mid-20s?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“There’s a Ms Monica staying at the apartments here. She teaches at Ratnam college too. I think that’s her.”

“Oh, haha, good, now I can learn English right from the stay,” Aamir jokingly said.

That night, Raj came home and invited Aamir to have dinner with him again. Before entering Raj’s apartment, he told Aamir that he’d be gone for two weeks. That night, Aamir was constantly thinking about Komal. He couldn’t get his mind off it, and he had two weeks to do something about it.

A week passed. Aamir spent time getting close to Komal, watching movies with her, and helping her with shopping. The next evening, Komal came and invited Aamir for dinner. She wore a modern short-sleeved nighty with a somewhat wide collar.

When Aamir saw her, he had a hard time hiding his excitement, but he didn’t show it.

“Komal ma’am, this is unnecessary. You two are being way too kind to me already.”

“Oh, that’s nothing, Aamir. You also help me a lot with household work. Besides, I can tell you’ve not had dinner. You’ve not even plugged that pressure cooker,” Komal said, looking at the pressure cooker that she saw behind Aamir.

Aamir knew it was too late to hide it.

“Oh yeah, I should have brought something to cook too. I forgot. It was a hard day at college.”

“See? Come on, now,” Komal said, returning to her apartment.

After dinner, Aamir and Komal sat on the sofa and started talking.

“Komal ma’am, Raj sir isn’t home most of the time, I guess.”

“Yeah, he goes on long business trips. He’s not home most nights.”

“I guess he should spend more time around you, taking care of your needs.”

“What do you mean, Aamir? He does take good care of me, although he’s not mostly at home.”

Aamir leaned closer to Komal and looked at her left eye directly.

“That’s not what I meant, Komal,” Aamir said, placing his left palm against her right cheek.

“I think you know very well what kind of needs I’m talking about.”

Komal kept looking at Aamir without saying a word. Aamir pulled her face into his, grabbed her hair tightly with his left hand, and started kissing her lips. Komal seemed surprised, but soon, she closed her eyes and started moaning.

Aamir slid both his arms around Komal’s body and hugged her tightly. He then repeatedly kissed her right cheek, right ear, and then the right side of her neck. He pulled the zip on the back of her nighty down. He pulled it off her right shoulder, along with her bra cup, with his left hand.

He repeatedly kissed her all the way down to her right boob and started licking her areola.

“Mm…oh yeah, Aamir…that feels wonderful,” Komal started moaning, running her right hand fingers across his hair.

Later, Aamir started sucking Komal’s nipple. While doing so, he turned her and took her on his lap while moving to a sitting position on the sofa. Komal put her legs on both sides of Aamir’s thighs and sat on his lap.

Aamir pulled Komal’s nighty and her bra full off her left arm. Then, while sucking it, he took her right boob out of her bra. Komal was moaning, bending backwards, with her eyes closed.

After exposing Komal’s right boob, Aamir started sucking it, pulling her nighty and her left bra cup off her left arm. After Aamir took Komal’s upper body clothing off, it fell behind her, making her semi-nude.

Then Komal took Aamir’s face in both her palms, turned them towards her face, and started kissing his lips again. While doing so, Komal started taking off his top, which was a t-shirt.

After taking Aamir’s t-shirt off, Komal started kissing him down his neck and towards his belly button, and as she did so, she moved from his lap to the floor.

Komal knelt on the floor before Aamir and started pulling his pants down, exposing his half-erect penis.

Komal then started sucking it, making Aamir moan.

“Wow, that feels wonderful,” Aamir moaned.

Komal made Aamir’s penis fully erect in no time. She then pulled his pants down and took them off his legs, making him fully naked.

Komal then stood up, took her panty off her legs, and got nude. She then sat on Aamir’s lap as before, but this time, while doing so, she took his penis inside her.

“Ah, that feels so hard,” Komal moaned as she placed his hands on Aamir’s shoulders. She started riding as he placed his hands on both sides of her hip.

Soon, Aamir hugged Komal tightly and deeply kissed her lips, which Komal reciprocated, placing her palms against the back of his head.

At the end of the kiss, Aamir started riding Komal up and down with his own hands.

“Mm…wow…you’re so strong, Aamir…stronger than Raj has ever been,” Komal moaned.

After riding her up and down, Aamir hugged her again and stood up. As he did so, Aamir placed his left palm against her upper back and his right hand below her ass cheeks, holding her in place. She threw her legs around his hip and held tightly against him.

Aamir then started carrying her to the nearby bedroom, and as he was doing so, Komal placed both her palms on his cheeks and started kissing him.

The bedroom was mostly dark, except for the light that fell into it from a nearby street lamp. Aamir knelt on the bed and slowly leaned forward, making Komal lay on the bed. Then, still kissing Komal, he entered her.

“Ah,” Komal gasped, breaking the kiss. She looked at Aamir’s face.

Aamir grabbed her hair with both his hands. As he started kissing her deeply, he started pumping her, one thrust after another.

“Oh shit, that’s so hard,” Komal started moaning.

After aggressively pumping Komal for almost twenty minutes, Aamir pulled out and came all over her belly.

“Oh wow, that was great. I never thought this would happen, though,” Komal panted.

Aamir looked around and took a napkin. As he gave it to Komal, he fell on her side of the bed. Aamir and Komal hugged each other and stayed that way for a while. Then he got back dressed and left her apartment.

“Bye, Aamir, see you soon,” Komal said, sending him a flying kiss.

“Okay, now time for the real mission,” Aamir thought, looking at the elevator. The apartment was silent. It was time.

To be continued.

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