XXX Adventures – PART 1

Hi guys. I am Siddharth, and I am 25 years old. This is my first post/series on ISS, and this story is very close to me.

My simple life took a turn 6 years ago when I was just a 19-year-old guy. Back then, I was a college student in Chennai. I was a hosteller and rarely visited home during holidays. So, most of my life was spent around college and hostel only.

This situation led me to meet a woman named Anita (32). She was a room cleaner who worked along with other women in our hostel. She was in charge of cleaning rooms on my floor.

Most of the people in my hostel either spoke Tamil or Telugu and rarely spoke Hindi. Most of us were from rich families who got into the habit of speaking English. Anita was only able to understand English and hence never spoke to the students.

This changed when she met a student who was staying in room number 26. Room no. 26 was my room. I was pretty obsessed with cleanliness. I always kept my room clean and never allowed anyone else in my room. Not even the cleaners.

This changed one day when Anita knocked on my door and offered her cleaning service. At first glance, she was a little shy around me, maybe because she thought I was like other rich students. They would make sexual comments about her.

Me: Mera room toh saaf hi hai. (My room is clean.)

It was her first time hearing Hindi from a student. Her eyes immediately lit when I spoke to her. Without thinking much, she asked me if I really spoke Hindi.

I told her it was obvious because I was from north India. I only spoke other languages during needs. She quickly got acquainted with me and spoke her heart.

Anita: Aapka room sahi hai. (Your room is nice and clean)

Me: Haan.

Anita: Aap kahan se ho? (Where are you from?)

Me: Ranchi, Jharkhand.

Anita: Jharkhand?

Me: Haan aur aap? (Yes, and you?)

Anita: Padosi hain aapke. (I am your neighbour.)

Me: Padosi? Bihar? Odisha? (Neighbor? Bihar or Odisha?)

Anita: Bihar.

After this first meeting, Anita and I became friends or say more than friends. Anita usually came to my room at the end after cleaning all the other rooms. She talked to me during her remaining hours. She told me that she travelled here with her husband 3 years ago in 2015.

Since then, they have been living in a small house near our hostel. Her husband Mohan was a worker in a factory. They also had a small kid who stayed alone during the day. Anita was a cheerful, submissive woman.

She followed my every advice whenever I gave it to her, from teaching her English to lending her money. Anita quickly became indebted to me. Her thoughts, not mine.

At the end of my first year, India got hit by the covid wave. Before I could go home, our hostel gates were closed. Only a few students, including me, remained and along with us some hostel employees too. Anita, who had her home near our hostel, was made the In-charge.

This is where our main story starts. During the wave, Anita never failed to visit me. She only visited her home in case of emergencies, so most of her time was spent in my room. One day, it was around 1 pm when I suddenly got an urge to jerk off.

I never did that during the day. But since nobody was going to see me, I decided to have some ‘Me’ time. Anita did not come that day, which made me assume that she might have gone back to her place. So, I felt relaxed and pulled down my pants and oiled up my cock.

I opened some milf porn and started stroking. I did not want to cum so soon. So, I started building up my orgasm. I sat down on the side of the bed and stroked my cock slowly. (My dick size is around 5.8, by the way, if anyone is curious). After a while, I was getting close to climax.

Just a few seconds before I came, my door was pushed open by Anita. The sight was embarrassing. I only cum a few seconds after Anita got into my room and I wasn’t able to stop it. I pumped out a huge load in front of her. Anita quickly turned her face around, and I pulled up my pants.

Anita: I will come later.

Me: O-okay.

I was pretty embarrassed by what happened that day. I hoped that Anita would understand me and would not raise a complaint against me. Later that evening, Anita knocked on my door. I took a breath deeply and opened the door. Anita walked inside and sat on the chair nearby with a smirk on her face.

Anita: Ye sab bhi karte ho aap aur woh bhi din dahade? (You also do such things in broad daylight?)

Me: Mujhe laga koi nahi aayega. (I thought no one would come.)

Anita: Fir bhi. Kam se kam room toh thik se band kar lete aap. (Still. At Least you could have closed the door properly)

Me: Sorry. Aapko ye sab dekhna pada. (Sorry you had to see such things.)

Anita: Aapki koi girlfriend nahi hai kya? (Don’t you have a girlfriend?)

Me: Hoti toh ye sab thodi karta. (I wouldn’t be doing this if I had a girlfriend.)

Anita: Haan toh bana lijiye. Acche dikhte ho upar se kafi bada bhi hai. (Then make one. You’re big (cock size) too.)

Me: No Chance.

Anita: Kyun? (Why?)

Me: Meri pasand alag hai. (My preferences are different.)

Anita: Matlab? (What do you mean?)

Me: Promise kijiye aap hasoge nahi. (Promise me that you won’t laugh.)

Anita: Promise.

Me: Mujhe Ladki nahi balki meri umar se badi aurat pasand hai. (I don’t like girls around my age. I like older women.)

At first, Anita looked like she was shocked to hear that. I mean, most 20-year-old guys would prefer milfs to girls around their age. She then slowly understood my theory about why I like milfs. After this point, we came closer, and we talked about adult things, too.

Anita disclosed to me how she finds condoms and various other things while cleaning up other rooms. Our fun came to an end when one day Anita came to me in dire need.

Anita: Siddharth, aapke paas 6000 honge kya abhi? (Siddharth, do you have 6000 rupees with you? Right now?)

Me: Haan.(Yes)

Anita: Accha toh nahi lag raha ek student se maang kar par abhi jaroorat hai isliye maang rahi. (I don’t feel good about asking a student for money but I need it urgently.)

Me: Main bhej deta hun. Fir aap batana ki kya dikkat aa padi. (I will wire you the money. But after that, you will have to tell me everything)

After I sent the money to her, she walked out of my room and called someone from her phone. After a while, she came back with tears flowing down her cheeks. I asked her to sit beside me and offered her some water.

After getting relaxed, she told me that her mother had a sudden pain attack and was rushed to a hospital. They needed 10k urgently, but she only had 4k with her at that time. I reassured her that everything would be fine.

A few days later she told me that her mother was safe now and thanked me. She even returned the money. But the day when she came up with that news was the day I was jerking off again.

That time, I just started stroking. When she came in, I immediately pulled my pants. Although she saw my hard cock still twitching inside my pants, she decided to ignore it. At that point in time, she could have left, but she chose to sit down and talk.

While she was talking about her day, I was still trying to calm my boner down. Anita kept her cheek on her palm and looked at me, struggling to hide my boner.

Anita: Mai help kar du? (Should I help you?)

I was shocked to hear her saying that. She even nodded again to make sure that the thing I just heard was real. She pulled up her chair near me and asked me to pull down my pants. I hesitated at first.

Anita: Mujhe nahi pata tha aap sharma jaayenge. (I never thought you’d be a shy person.)

Me: Sharma nahi raha bas kisi ko pheli baar ye kehte sun raha hu. (I am not shy. It’s just that It is my first time hearing someone say something like this)

Anita: Aree bas samajh lijiye ye ek thank you hai meri taraf se. (Don’t worry. Just think of this as a thank you from me.)

Me: Par aap toh shaadi shuda ho naa. (But you’re a married woman. Aren’t you?)

When I said that, I saw a sadness in her face. So, I immediately changed the topic. I told her that if she gave me a handjob, then I would do something similar to her. At first, she hesitated, but later she agreed to let me play with her tits, but only for a few seconds since she feared getting caught.

I agreed to her proposal and pulled down my pants. At that point, my dick was getting softer. But with just one touch of her hand, my dick got hard as a rock. She poured some coconut oil on the tip of my dick and slowly moved her hand up and down.

Anita: Aapka kitna mota hai. Ek haath se toh pura pakad bhi nahi paaungi. (Your dick has a nice girth. I cannot grab this with just one of my hands)

Me: Ya toh aapke haath chote hain. (Or your hands are small. That’s why it looks bigger to you)

After a few minutes, I was getting closer to climax. So I told Anita that she could leave it to me now. But she acted as if she didn’t hear me and started stroking faster. As a result of this, I ejaculated with such force that most of my cum landed between her cleavage and her blouse.

She got surprised by this explosion of cum and started laughing. I gave her the towel beside me, and she wiped her chest and my dick with it. As promised, she unhooked her blouse and asked me to get a good feel of her heavy milky tits.

Me: Aapke bhi toh kafi bade hain. (Even if you have big ones.)

Anita: Aapke haath chote honge (Maybe your hands are small too.)

Me: Aap bahut sundar ho. Patli kamar aur aapke mummon ka combination sexy hai. (You’re so beautiful. The combination of your thin waist and big tits make you look sexier)

I just played with her boobs by gently squeezing and fondling them. I did not ask her to remove her bra because I wanted to be a little respectful at that point. Also, I did not want to compromise her job by getting us caught. After playing for a while I asked her to cover herself.

Anita: Bas itna hi? (Just this much?)

Me: Haan toh aur kya karu? (Yes. What else should I be doing?)

Anita: Kisi aur ko deti toh choos bhi leta. (If I had given this opportunity to someone else, they would be sucking these)

Me: Naah. Agar kiya toh wapas se khada hone lagega mera. (If I had done that, then I would be getting a boner again)

Anita giggled after hearing this and arranged her saree. She then looked at her watch and said that she has still half an hour left. I told her to give a few rounds around the hostel since she was made a temporary in-charge.

Anita said that she would do that before ending her shift. We then looked at the ceiling with an awkward silence.

Anita: Aapne toh kiss bhi nahi kiya hoga kyunki aapki toh girlfriend hi nahi hai. (You must have never kissed since you don’t have a girlfriend.)

Me: Nahi. Aap ye bhi sikhaoge kya? (No. But would you teach that too?)

I told her this as a joke, but she got serious about it. She said that she would have done it if I asked her. I told her she has free will so nothing will change if she did that herself. Anita disagreed with it and said that for her, I was like her boss or, say, master. I have helped her more often than she did for me.

She said that she was indebted to me, and she was willing to return my favour by making this master-servent relationship.

Anita: Aap 4 din pehele bhi ye (hila) kar rahe the aur aaj bhi. (It hasn’t been 4 days since you masturbated again)

Me: Ab umar hi aisi hai. Karne ka mann karta hai. (I feel like doing this during this age of mine.)

Anita: Acchi baat nahi hai. Maal patla ho jaayega. (It’s not a good thing. The consistency of semen gets thinner.)

Me: Ruka bhi toh nahi jata. (I cannot stop this.)

Anita: Ek kaam karte hain. Jab tak lockdown hai, main har hafte ke end mein aake ye karungi jo aaj kiya. (Let’s do one thing. I will come every weekend and give you a hand job. Till then, you try to restrict your masturbation)

Anita told me that she would be keeping an eye on me so that I don’t break her rules. I should focus on other things and leave everything to my servant (Anita). As days passed, every weekend Anita came and gave me a hand job. This then changed to 2 weeks.

I got used to her handjobs and easily restrained myself for much longer days. Slowly, the lockdown got over, and classes started again. The sexual tension between me and Anita started to grow. We avoided doing sexual activities when students were around.

Even though we met, we could not do anything else other than small chats. I made a plan. I started freelancing with one of my seniors and earned around 15k. I rented a room near my college and hired a maid. Guess who?

Note: This is the first part of the story. Sorry if it feels like the hot content was too little, but this is a real story, and although the conversations are not the same as they happened in reality, I tried to replicate the scenario as much as I could. Many of you must be having questions if the story is real or fake.

I appreciate every decision, even if you think this is a fake story. I will be glad if you like it. As for why I am writing this 6 years later then, I will say one thing. This is just a start, and Anita isn’t the only woman in this whole series. See you in the next part.