Journey Of A Nymphomaniac – Episode 1

Hello, everyone. This is a part of a mini-series about the journey of Raima’s sex filled desires that I would be writing on the site. Right now the plan is to upload one episode every week.

Looking into the glass of whiskey on the table in front of her the only thought on her mind was what the past encounters meant. Was it was just for the physical or was it much more than that? This thought had always accompanied her in her lonely evenings. She would ponder over it with a glass of Old Tavern with 2 cubes. It was always the same combination dry with just 2 cubes in it. Just like her uncontrollable urge.

Raima in her mid-thirties was in her house, a successful woman in Indian standards. She was born in London to the Sen family, studied MBA in London and her success came in India. She was 25 years old when she joined Chris and Boone Firm in Bangalore. She rose through the ranks with her hunger and ruthless professionalism. Now, being the HR in one of the largest business firms in India gives her the immense pride.

But her thoughts on this Saturday evening were centered on the profile of a young man in front of her. She had gone through his profile thrice already. His ambitious personality had her likeness instantly, but right at that moment it, was his looks and his style had sparked to life the animal within her. Yes, she was a nymphomaniac. She loved sex. Who doesn’t? At times she would argue with herself.

She lifted the folder and went through again his name Arjun, this 6.2 ft hunk was her in eyes, in her mind. She had offered him the job but that had nothing to do with this urge of her. She was truly professional. But this weekend, away from the work, in her own time she wanted him, she needed him.

She put down the glass, walked over to the shower and turned the tap on. Resisting the urge to touch herself as water ran through her womanhood. Resisting the urge to do it herself, when she knew Arjun would do it. She would make him do it. Stepping out she toweled herself dry and walked over to her dresser.

On the bed was her favorite piece, a matte blue dress with a cut out back. The one she would wear when she went out hunting. She did her hair, put on her makeup with a dash of sexy red lipstick, sprayed on her perfume and slipped into the dress. She was not bothered to wear anything inside. Her vagina didn’t like to be restrained, neither her 34 C breasts. All done she looked at herself in the mirror, the 5.8 ft frame was irresistible.

She walked into her car and drove to the best club in town. Inside she saw the hunk in a causal t shirt and jean. She hated it when someone underdressed for her. There was no need for small talk. They both knew why they were there.She ordered a shot of vodka while he took to one more beer. The drink emptied as they praised each other’s looks. He chose 2 more beers but she didn’t. She didn’t want the alcohol to rob her of the great feelings she would be experiencing tonight. She would drink just enough to get that animal going.

The drive back to her house was agonizing. It was not easy to control herself. She quietly took him into the house and commanded the man to strip as she walked over to the chair to watch. She always liked watching. Always it was entertaining as everyone had their own style. She locked her eyes as she Arjun stripped to his undies, his ripped abs made her lose that control, sweat rolling on her forehead, she could feel the goose bumps on her neck. He sprung out his 5.5-inch penis and she lost it.

She sprung on him took his cook into her mouth and sucked on it in a mad rage. She could feel it growing. Locking eyes with him and with the cock in the mouth, they knew the animal was out. The slurping sound drew out a low “aahhh” from him as he sensed the impending climax.Asking her at first, then begging to slow down but she wasn’t giving in yet.

And then it came, a huge load of thick, salty semen into her mouth. She swallowed it all and with his sweat dripping on her face she felt a small satisfaction. They unjoined themselves as he went to pour himself a drink, she was on the floor in her dress, a trickle of her own juices running down her thighs.

The dim light and nude ass got her again as she stripped herself hastily and ran to him begging to take her. The sight of a powerful woman so vulnerable got him hard and the jiggling breast, neatly trimmed pussy was overpowering. He caught her and took her to the bed and he penetrated her at once. Ohhhhhh.. the long moan was loud. He started the in out drawing moans from her. the only thing she could do was “ohh yes do it, fuck me, faster, harder YESSSS” as the first orgasm hit her.

He dived on her breasts taking the C into his arms squeezing them, kneading them, making them red and watching the squirming woman underneath him made him fuck her harder and faster.

He – oo baby take it, take it, yes, oh my god

She could only moan and the orgasms still hadn’t died down.

He quickened his strokes and took her left nipple into his mouth while continuing the assault on her pussy. And she knew he was close and she clamped her pussy walls on his cock and hooked her legs around his waist bringing him closer. They were sweating, the wet mattress reverberating his each stroke on her with a slopping sound. The room was filled with moans and low cries. He was close. And he came with an animalistic grunt. Cumming loads of semen into her. The high was too much for her to bear as she arched her back and climaxed hard for the second time in the night.

They were spent for the night. The room was full of the smell of sex. Arjun lay on her tired to sleep with his penis in her. She didn’t like it. She wanted to be on her own at that moment. She drifted back to her memories. 2 hours later she woke him up, and he went to clean himself. She then stick her fingers into her vagina and took a taste of the juices and the animal was finally caged back in her.

As he came back dressed he noticed, 2 glass of Old Tavern on the table. Raima was nude as she picked up of the glasses. The other one was his invitation to sit. They sipped on the alcohol for 10 minutes. No words were spoken. She tossed him keys to her BMW 320 and spoke: “Return the car on Monday at the office”. He understood that was his cue to leave.

Back in the house, Raima heard the engine as the car moved away and she was back to her dominant self. With the glass of Old Tavern with 2 cubes in her hands and she was lost in the same thought as before.

Continued the next time…

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Till then take it easy.