Chapter 3: Ron makes her crazy
As she closes her door, she collapses on the floor.
all the sexual tension has exhausted her.
she stripped herself and went to take a bath.
unconsciously she kept rubbing her puffed up pussy lips.
The memory of Ron’s fingers inside her, his tongue on her clit, still made her shiver. She was soaking wet. The water trickled down her thighs, her body still trembling from the orgasm that had rocked her.
She closed her eyes and let the warm water wash over her, her fingers stilling for a moment. She could still feel Ron’s breath on her ear, his voice rough with desire. She could still hear his words, his commands, the way he made her feel—like she was his, like she belonged to him.
She opened her eyes and looked down at her body.
Her pussy was still swollen, her clit throbbing from the intense orgasm she had experienced in the auto. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her arousal still slick and heavy. She let out a low moan, her fingers moving back to her pussy, teasing her entrance, spreading her wetness around.
She stepped out of the shower, her body still damp, her skin flushed. She could feel the heat radiating from her, her pussy aching with need. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest.
She heard a noise and froze.
that evening she tried initiating sex with her husband but he came in a few thrusts n left her unsatisfied.
next day she messaged Ron, can we meet?
no response…
she waited till next day, checked met messages but no blue ticks either.
she was worried.
she texted again.
still no response. she needed to see him, to feel him, to fuck him. she couldn't wait any longer. she decided to go to his place.
she took a rickshaw, her heart pounding in her chest. the city lights blurred past her, the honking of cars and the chatter of pedestrians fading into the background. all she could think about was Ron, his touch, his taste, his voice.
she reached his apartment building, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. she didn't bother knocking, she just pushed the door.
no response..
she came back frustrated..
she got angry n decided not to show her neediness.
she was a strong woman, a woman who could take care of herself. she would not beg for attention. she would not let him see how much she needed him.
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The next morning, Priya woke up with a sharp ache between her thighs. The memory of Ron’s fingers inside her, his tongue on her clit, still burned in her mind. She rolled over in bed, her husband’s side of the mattress still cold. He had left for work before dawn, as usual.
She got up and went to the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea. Her hands trembled slightly as she poured the hot water over the leaves. She took a sip, but it tasted like ash.
The tea burned her tongue, and she set the cup down with a sharp *clink* on the counter. Her reflection in the window caught her eye—dark circles under her eyes, her skin flushed, her lips slightly parted as if she were still tasting something sweet and sinful.
Priya’s fingers traced the curve of her jaw, lingering on the faint bruise-like redness from Ron’s teeth when he’d kissed her neck in the auto. She swallowed hard, her throat tight with longing.
She noticed the thick radish on the kitchen table.
.
She stared at it for a long moment, her fingers tracing the rough, knobby surface. The radish was a symbol of her frustration, of her unfulfilled need. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her pussy aching for him. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands. The radish was cold, hard, and unyielding—just like the way she felt inside.
She set it down and walked back to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, her legs spread slightly apart, her fingers tracing the dampness between her thighs. She could feel her clit throbbing, swollen and sensitive.
she had carried the radish to the bedroom.
She lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, the radish in her hand. She looked at it, then at her pussy, then back at the radish. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She was going to fuck herself with it. She was going to fuck herself with the radish until she came.
She pressed the tip of the radish against her entrance, her breath hitching as she felt the cold, hard vegetable against her hot, wet flesh. She pushed it in slowly, her body tensing as she felt herself stretch around it. It was thick, thicker than any of her toys, thicker than any of the men she had been with.
She could feel every ridge, every bump as she pushed it deeper inside her. She moaned, her hips bucking as she felt herself stretch around it. She was so fucking full, so fucking stuffed.
"Fuck, yes," she hissed, her fingers gripping the radish tightly as she started to move it in and out of her. She could feel her juices coating it, her pussy dripping with arousal. She was so fucking wet, so fucking ready.
She fucked herself with the radish, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she chased the release she so desperately needed.
The radish was thick and rough against her inner walls, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her fingers dug into the mattress, her nails leaving crescent moons in the sheets as she rode the radish harder, faster.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate.
She imagined Ron’s thick cock inside her, the way it would feel to be stretched and filled, the way he would make her scream. She could almost feel his hands gripping her hips, his breath hot against her ear as he commanded her to take him.
"Take it, Priya," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
"Take it all the way in. Fuck yourself on it. Make yourself come."
Her fingers tightened around the radish, her hips lifting off the bed as she impaled herself on it. She could feel every ridge, every bump, every fucking inch of it as it slid inside her. She was so fucking full, so fucking stuffed, but she needed more. She needed to be fucked, to be filled, to be used.
She started to move, her hips lifting and falling as she fucked herself on the radish. She could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her pussy as it stretched around the vegetable, her juices coating it, dripping down her thighs.
"I'm going to come. I'm going to come all over this fucking radish." She could feel her pussy clenching, her body tensing as the orgasm washed over her. She screamed, her voice raw and desperate, her back arching off the bed as the pleasure consumed her.
Her pussy clenched tightly around the radish, her juices dripping down her thighs. She could feel the radish pulsing inside her, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.
Her fingers dug into the mattress, her nails leaving crescent moons in the sheets. She panted, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. The orgasm was still coursing through her, her body trembling with aftershocks.
She lay there for a long moment, her body still trembling, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her release. The radish was still inside her, her pussy still clenching around it.
She felt a warm, sticky wetness dripping down her thighs, her arousal coating the vegetable. She could feel the rough texture of the radish against her inner walls, the ridges pressing against her sensitive flesh.
She pulled the radish out slowly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked down at it, her juices glistening on its surface. She licked her lips, her eyes dark with desire.
"Fuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She lay back on the bed, her legs still spread wide, her body still throbbing with need. She reached for the radish again, but this time, she wanted more. She wanted something harder, something thicker.
She wanted Ron's cock. She wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her, fuck her. She wanted him to use her, to make her his. She wanted to be his fuck toy, his slut, his whore.
She picked up her phone, her fingers shaking as she dialed Ron's number. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. She hung up, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed him now.
She got up, her body still trembling from the orgasm she had just had. She walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower. She stepped in, the hot water washing over her, but it did nothing to cool her desire.
but while walking the constant contact kept her nerves tingling.
atleast partially satisfied she dozed off to sleep.
even in her dreams, she felt she was being taken by Ron.
She dreamed of his hands gripping her hips, his cock slamming into her, his voice commanding her to take more. She woke up with a gasp, her body slick with sweat, her pussy throbbing with need.
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She checked her phone, tons message flashed…
*missed me??
Priya’s fingers hovered over the screen, her heart hammering against her ribs. She hadn’t slept properly in days. The missed call notifications piled up like unpaid bills, each one a reminder of his absence, of his indifference. She swiped through the messages, her thumb trembling over the unread ones.
*You’ve been avoiding me. Why?*
She typed a reply before she could stop herself, her fingers flying over the screen like she was trying to erase the last week from existence.
*I need you. I can’t do this anymore. Come home.*
She hit send before she could second-guess herself. The three dots appeared instantly, then vanished. No response.
then she saw typing…
oh Priya, I was stuck. I m in hiding… can u help me?
*
Priya’s breath hitched. The message was cryptic, urgent. Her fingers tightened around her phone, her pulse roaring in her ears. She had to see him. Now.
She didn’t wait for a reply. She grabbed her bag, her keys, and slipped out of the house before her husband could wake up. The morning air was thick with the scent of jasmine and diesel fumes, the city already alive with the hum of activity. She hailed a rickshaw, her heart pounding so hard she could barely breathe.
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The building where Ron lived was a sleek, modern structure, its glass facade reflecting the early morning sun.
she rings the bell.
Ron opens the door. He is wearing a towel… nothing else. His chest is heaving, his eyes are wild. He looks at Priya, his gaze traveling down her body, lingering on her breasts, her hips, her thighs. He licks his lips, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Priya," he growls, his voice low and rough. "What are you doing here?"
Priya pushes past him, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in the air between them. She turns to face him, her eyes meeting his.
"I need you, Ron," she says, her voice trembling with need. "I can't wait any longer.
I need you now," Priya said, her voice barely above a whisper. She could see the desire in Ron's eyes, the way his gaze was locked onto her, the way his body was tense and ready.
Ron didn't say a word. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him, his mouth crashing down onto hers. His kiss was hungry, desperate, his tongue pushing past her lips and exploring her mouth. Priya moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as she felt his hard cock pressing against her belly.
"Fuck, Priya," Ron growled, pulling away from her mouth and trailing kisses down her neck. "You taste so fucking good.
I've been dreaming of this pussy for days," Ron muttered against her skin, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her ass, pulling her closer. Priya could feel her panties growing wetter by the second, her clit throbbing with need.
Ron's hands moved to her blouse, unbuttoning it roughly, his fingers brushing against her nipples, making them harden. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in her lacy bra, her skirt, her heels.
"Fuck, you look so hot," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
he quickly tore off her blouse, her bra, pulled her saree, petticoat n left her in her panties. Already wet , her thighs slick with arousal. Ron’s eyes darkened as he looked at her, his cock straining against the towel, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, Priya," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve been dreaming about this body for days."
He reached down and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. His fingers traced her folds, making her gasp.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So wet for me.
open up for my cock baby ."
Ron's fingers slid between her folds, teasing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. His touch was rough, possessive, as if he were claiming her. Priya moaned, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"Please, Ron," she whimpered, her voice raw. "I need you. I need your cock inside me."
Ron didn't answer. He just pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers. His towel had fallen to the floor, his cock thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance.
Priya could feel the heat radiating from his body, the rough texture of his skin against hers. She could see the veins pulsing along his shaft, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum.
"Look at me," Ron commanded, his voice low and rough. "I want you to watch me fuck you."
Priya nodded, her eyes locked onto his cock. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
Ron grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "You’re mine now," he growled. "Say it."
"Yours," Priya gasped, her voice trembling with need.
Ron didn’t waste any time.
He thrust his hips forward, his thick cock pushing past her entrance, stretching her wide. Priya gasped, her eyes widening as she felt herself being filled completely. Ron was huge, his cock throbbing inside her, his hips grinding against hers.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Ron groaned, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Priya. You're going to take every inch of my cock."
Priya could only whimper in response, her body trembling with anticipation. Ron started to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm.