Trophy Stepmom And Slut Girl

Friday evening, I was in Atlanta to see 25-year-old Nishi, who was quite a slut girl. Her father is an entrepreneur, and their family status matched ours. Plus, at 31, with a slightly receding hairline, I had dwindling options.

However, I had maintained a good physique with salad dinners and swimming practice. Generally speaking, I was eligible – 6ft tall, clean-shaven, and fair.

The old man ushered me to the big hall, overlooked by the first-floor landing. The home was palatial. “Nishi will be down soon, make yourself comfortable,” he said and disappeared into the study.

The sound of jingling anklets distracted me, and I turned around to the most amazing sight. A doll-like figure in a traditional saree with her exposed marble smooth back turned. I couldn’t remember Nishi looking this beautiful from her pictures.

The traditional maroon saree with the gold border was wrapped like a second skin around her perfect 36” hips. A thin gold chain was hanging on the curves of a narrow 26-inch waist. Her petite figure was about 5’5. Still, she looked taller, being slim like a schoolgirl.

Her jet black, straight hair was in a long haircut till mid-back. It moved like a curtain when she turned. I moved closer with butterflies in my stomach, already losing my heart and falling rapidly in love.

Then I saw her face and froze in my tracks. Big black eyes lined with sharp kajal lines, perfect brows, and lips like rose petals. A sharp chiseled nose and pearly teeth greeted me when she smiled. Zero makeup, a black nose pin, and traditional earrings made her look older than she was (like a milf).

She looked more enchanting than a South Indian actress. My heart had escaped already, but my mind was shocked, racing to guess her age, late 20s, 27 or 28. My mind was going through a roller coaster ride. Was she Nishi’s sister or a friend?

Me: Are you… you’re not Nishi?

Sammy: Smayuktha, how are you?

Me: I’m Rithvik, good, thanks

Sammy: I had asked for your birth details, remember?

Me: Oh, so that number is yours. I thought that was Nishi, sorry.

Sammy: No worries. Sugar? In your tea.

Me: Yes, two, please.

She handed me a cup of tea. Her tinkling voice was still in my ears. How is it possible?

Just then, I got the second shock of the evening. On turning around, I was beholding a cover page model in a pista green lehenga, bright hazel eyes wearing glasses, and with a skin tone fairer than the shade of her dress. It appeared as if she would get dirty if I touched her.

Her lips turned upwards when she smiled, revealing slight dimples at the corners of her pouting mouth. She stood tall like an angel, wearing 4-inch heels to compliment her 5’7” natural height.

Without any effort, I could look straight to see her pretty cleavage that was clearly on display. Her perfect boobs were no less than 34D cups, along with a curvy hip to create an hourglass figure.

A closed piercing on her nose told about a nose ring, removed a while ago, to show off her pretty nose. Sexy hanging ear ornaments that kissed her naked shoulders. She held out a soft hand with ruby red nails.

Nishi: Nice to meet you!

Me: Rithvik, you look great!

Nishi: Thank you! (with a wink)

My dick was trying to free itself from the suit pants while my heart pulled me towards Samyuktha. I focused my attention back on Nishi. She had a script tattoo on under her right forearm that I couldn’t read.

Surprisingly, a slicked-back ear-length bob cut with trimmed sides, in place of long dark hair I’d seen in pictures – a micro red heart with an arrow, tattooed on her neck, under the left ear.

A glimpse of a rib tattoo peeking under the blouse and another tattoo was partially hidden on her waist on the right side. It was almost a sin to mark her spotless skin!

Me: I thought you had long hair.

Nishi: Ah, you missed it. I got it chopped last week. Does it suit me? (rubbing her undercut)

Me: Anything would suit you. You are gorgeous.

Nishi: Not as ‘gorgeous’ as Sammy, you just met, dad’s trophy wife.

Me: Oh, she’s your stepmom?

Nishi: She’s sweet though, my real mom is in Chennai.

Me: I see. I hope that she’s well too.

Nishi was really gorgeous, but the thing troubling me was she seemed to be a nymph. In fact, her glowing beauty was, I realized sadly, due to too much action. Which could mean there’s a boyfriend or a long term lover.

Me: Are you in a relationship? Sorry, need to get that out of the way.

Nishi: I broke up with my bf, had a casual friend… nothing serious. You?

Me: My girlfriend got married recently, so I’m single.

Nishi: I hope there’s no baggage.

Me: None that I know of.

So we decided to go on a date the next day. Nishi gave me a hug (with an in-depth view of her cleavage) and brush it on my cheek. I felt her tight ass with both hands while she couldn’t have missed my throbbing cock. Once again, a surprise at the door, Sammy came to say goodbye and gave me a hug.

I held on for two seconds longer than appropriate. Her sweet body smell was enticing while I felt the silky softness of her hair. No one was looking, so it seemed just right to squeeze her a little, almost lifting her an inch off the ground.

What a mind-blowing beauty. Was that an accidental touch of soft lips? I couldn’t be sure because she wasn’t wearing lip color. There would be no trace.

From the hotel, I texted Sammy.

Me: Thanks for having me over.

Sammi: It’s cool. Did you guys get along?

Me: Oh, yes, to be honest, I was surprised to see you.

Sammy: I thought you knew I’m Nishi’s stepmom.

Me: That sucks. We should’ve met earlier.

Slowly the texts turned to flirt and before long into mild sexting. I could tell Sammy was looking for company, and I was definitely into her. We decided to meet for coffee the next morning.  I got into bed with my dick in hand, thinking how Nishi and Samyuktha would look without clothes.

Sammy was at the coffee shop wearing a frilly white blouse and skinny 3 quarter jeans on Saturday morning. Her hair was loosely tied with a silk scarf. She looked like a designer doll from Lord and Taylor.

I thought about steering the upcoming conversation away from Nishi when her hug saved me the trouble. I found myself holding her narrow waist like a prize, and Sammy standing on high heels, giving me a dry kiss on the lips.

We flirted for a while and slowly got back to the marriage topic.

Sammy: Nishi is a good girl, but she has her priorities, you know.

Me: like casual dates
Sammy: It’s not bad if you can keep her happy. She needs a good man to keep her occupied.

Me: Ya, but if she’s looking for an open marriage, it’s open for me too.

To sum up, Nishi’s father was worried she was turning into a slut. She was addicted to cock and wanted her hole filled every night. Since she couldn’t be trusted to be loyal. They were looking for a mature guy who could handle her needs and move in with the family.

It was half-past noon and time for Samyuktha to leave. We said goodbye to each other with a heavy heart. My fingers were in her hair, and I was holding her pretty face.

On impulse, I kissed her forehead. Then she pulled my face, kissing with a touch of her sweet tongue inside my mouth. This was definitely leading to something.

The sun had set when we met at the Sky Lounge that evening. I was in a combination suit. Nishi looked stunning in a small black dress that ended at mini skirt level, revealing her smooth golden toned thighs and sexy long legs.

The dress had a deep square neckline with thin cross straps that showed no trace of a bra and left little to the imagination. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, opting for contact lenses. Her short bangs were competing with long eyelashes for attention.

I stepped in front, holding her waist, and kissed both cheeks. Her long hands had caught hold of my coat collar, hoping for a more intimate kiss. A pierced tongue with a stud was probing for an opening. I wondered how a blowjob with that stud would feel. I felt jealous of her ex-lovers.

She was sizzling hot! I was thinking about how to claim this booty tonight? Without blowing my chances of marriage.

We agreed to tie the knot since either of us didn’t have any lingering affairs. After a few tequila shots, I felt drowsy and excused myself. Nishi wanted to stay, saying her colleague Jason would drop her home.

I took an Uber back to my hotel and slept for 2 hours. It was 10 pm when I woke up with a raging erection. A text from Samyuktha was flashing.

Sammy: Missing you.

Me: Invite me for coffee.

Sammy: What? Now?

Me: Yes, now.

Without waiting for a reply, I took the next cab to their mansion. The pathway started lighting up as I approached. My mobile beeped.

Sammy: Come to the garage
Me: Ok.

She was in a satin nightgown, barefoot. I left my shoes and jacket in the garage. “Shh, the old man is sleeping in the master bedroom. Let’s go upstairs,” said Sammy holding my hand. I held her waist and followed her upstairs to the landing.

Without turning on the main light, I could see a pool table in the dim ambient light. Looking down, the living area was clearly visible. There was a game room with sectionals on the right side, one level below us.

I made Sammy sit on the pool table, and we started making out. Her round natural boobs were smooth like apples. My hands were constantly slipping between her smooth back and silky Pantene hair. Meanwhile, she had undone my jeans and had my full shaft in her warm mouth.

Slowly she licked, nibbling my sack, and squeezing my balls gently. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine Nishi. I pulled Samyuktha’s hair to look into her big black eyes. She was ready for coitus.

Just then, we heard sounds downstairs. I held back and draped Sammy with her nightgown. The lights in the game room turned on. Sitting in the shadows upstairs, we had a clear view of the scene below us.

Sammy: That must be Nishi.

Me: Who’s that other person?

Sammy: Looks like Jason.

Me: Her casual lover?

I was instantly jealous and got a painfully strong erection at the same time. Nishi was definitely hot when I’d left her. I cursed myself for missing that chance.

Sammy: Why didn’t you take her on a date?

Me: I did, then I left her.

Sammy looked like it was obviously my fault. I left Nishi high and dry. Now she would cuckold me without realizing.

A smart looking Asian guy was rapidly undressing. Nishi’s panty was off in a second. She was leaning against the door. Jason was on his knees, with his head between Nishi’s legs. Her fingers clutching his hair.

I was wanking slowly when Sammy took my cock and started rubbing it on her shaved cunt. Her juice was already flowing, and I entered her sideways, still with a clear view of downstairs.

Sammy was facing up, content to look down at her pussy being fucked. She was rubbing her clit with one hand to speed up her orgasm.

Downstairs, Jason had put a condom on his cock and inserted it from behind as Nishi lay on her side. Her neat landing strip became clearly visible when she tried to turn around with her mouth open.

When she smiled, her mouth opened wide to reveal her gums. “Such a pretty slut!” I thought while fucking Sammy’s cunt. Now her dress was all bunched up at her waist. Jason was kneading her boobs from behind while increasing the pace of his strokes.

Sammy was close to climax and needed my attention. I caught her hair and kissed her wax doll lips with our tongues linked together. She dug her nails in my shoulders on the cusp of a thunderous orgasm. My hot cum erupted like lava from a volcano.

We were both lost in nirvana for a full 10 seconds before coming back to our senses. I removed my pulsing dick, putting it in Sammy’s mouth so that she can suck it dry.

Meanwhile, downstairs Nishi had the drunken grin of a girl who’d just climaxed. She was holding her own tits between her fingers while Jason was sitting on his knees jerking.

In the next second, he started giving Nishi cum shots on her face and hair. Nishi opened her full red lips and took cum into her pouting mouth. Then she milked Jason’s dick for his last seamen drops.

Now I wanted to fuck Nishi at any cost, but there was only one way to get her booty, by marriage.

Jason left from the front while I carried Sammy into an upstairs bedroom. Sammy and I slept naked till about 6 am when I woke up with another rock solid erection. Blinded with lust, I texted Nishi desperately.

Me: Babe, are you up?

Nishi: Hey, what’s up?

Me: Morning wood.

Nishi: Wow!

Me: Come to my place.

Nishi: Too early, honey.

Me: Ok, I’m coming in 10 minutes.

Nishi: Ok.

I showered and dressed, then walked out of the garage to the front door. Nishi opened the door, looking yummy in a small towel that barely covered her ass and boobs. Her hair was damp. She had showered. Her smile was wide open and naughty, saying she knew very well why we were meeting so early.

Without wasting time, I kissed her lips, sucking hard and inviting her tongue into my mouth. Before she could speak, I unzipped and put my cock in her mouth. One moment gutsy Nisha deep throated me, and the next moment her tongue stud was sliding under my shaft, creating uncontrollable sensations.

Unable to control any more, I carried her into her bedroom and dropped the towel. Her body was a work of art! With curves in every direction but not an ounce of fat anywhere. She tried to speak again. I bitch slapped her, inserting my middle finger in her vagina to check her wetness.

She smirked and gave a toothy grin, like a total whore. Satisfied, I plunged my rod directly into her tight cunt. I clutched her short hair as she pouted and started fucking rapidly.

Nishi was matching my rhythm like a pornstar. Her hole was hot as if never fucked. My dick felt like it wouldn’t get enough of that pussy. It would take months for me to get over Nishi’s hot body.

I held up her hands in light bondage. Looking at all her tattoos was driving me crazy. I smooched her open mouth and took her tongue stud between my teeth. A loud moan escaped from Nishi. I put my weight on her and started sucking her breast.

That morning we fucked till my dick hurt, and her pussy was swollen like a tennis ball.