Ramya: My 23rd Birthday Temptation

Tonight's entertainment is Tanner. I’m on my knees with his cock throbbing against my tongue. My panties have been wet since I first stepped into his cozy 28th floor penthouse apartment. He's a Marine who just got off active duty for his first corporate job. He's just cooked me a fantastic steak dinner, and I'm giving him the best blow job he'll ever have, because he deserves it.

Thank you for your service.

Tanner has a great view to help him get home with my suction, and I don't mean the killer night city view through the panoramic window behind me. All 6'1" of my fit frame bows down to worship him, kneeling to suck his cock. My long, glossy black hair skillfully tucked to the side so he sees my full lips wrapped around his dick. My giant, sagging breasts dangle and jostle with my cock-sucking movements, a leftover from my weight loss that contrasts sharply against my fit frame. The curves of my strong back and my shapely buttocks reflect in the glass.

Only my panties are still on, because I almost never take them off for men. That means I don't get to come, but that's okay. I take care of that later when I'm alone, and my pussy is safe from impatient fingers and dicks.

Everything I do is designed to bring him pleasure. Both my hands are in play: cupping balls, massaging his strong butt cheeks, or stroking his shaft to augment my suction.

I swirl my tongue under the ridge, hollow my cheeks, and enter my end game. He groans, and his hand fists my hair, but I set the pace, always. His dick is slightly below average, which enables better head game for me. I can manipulate his member better in my mouth, taking all of his length and hitting the parts of him I need to at the right time. I vary the suction better since my mouth isn't over-stuffed. Most importantly now, I can manage the load better while still pleasuring his cock during his climax.

I already know I've got him, but I slide a finger between his butt cheeks and press against the puckered hole anyway. That's a reliable trigger for most men, and it instantly pushes Tanner over the edge.

His strong thighs buck, and the first high-pressure spurt of ejaculate floods my mouth. I love this part. It's my reward, my validation for a good performance. Semen coats my tongue and pools up in the back of my mouth, and I inhale the glorious, spunky scent as I hold him two inches inside my mouth while my hand milks out more and more cum. There's a lot. Tanner has been saving up. I feel so dirty and used, and I love it.

This is as close as I can get, the most fun I can have in bed before marriage.

I let his essence pool up until he's almost done coming. I'm still pumping with my hand and doing skillful flourishes with my tongue to the sensitive underside through his release. I savor the taste and texture, then swallow and let most of it slither down my throat. I never spit or allow any spillage unless I want to, and tonight I'm greedy and want it all.

Tanner has just enjoyed the best blow job he'll ever get.

This is a typical second date for me, if you can call coffee after the gym as our first date. But even though he's one of the hottest guys I've ever gone out with, and I'm finally living that fantasy of being with a military guy, he’s no threat to the seal between my legs. That’s reserved for the husband my parents will choose. My cherry won't pop until my wedding night, staining the sheets red to prove my value and my innocence.

In the meantime: A liberal oral sex policy and occasional butt stuff. They don’t count. Practice for when I finally have to perform. I absolutely love to suck dick and am very, very good at it. I've had lots of practice over the last year and take pride in my work.

"Oh my God, Ramya!" he says as I let him plop out and grin up at him.

I cough once then swallow again. "You shoot really big loads." I grin and rise up to stand in front of him, his hands over my head pressed against the window. He's an inch shorter at six feet, still tall enough for me, and I spread my legs slightly to put us on the same level. His cum is fresh on my breath, and he's not backing off. I run my tongue along my lower lip with a sly grin, coating it with his semen, part of what I saved for him, if he wants it. It's an invitation and a challenge, and it's accepted with zero hesitation.

His mouth crashes into mine, tongue sliding in, tasting himself on me without a flicker of disgust. I push the last of his load into his mouth, sharing it slow and deliberate. He groans, deepens the kiss, swallows like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever done.

“Wow,” I breathe. “You’re kinky. I like it.”

He presses into me, his strong chest poofing my hanging tits lower. His cock presses against the thin fabric of my panties. He's softening now. Mission accomplished.

"So are you. Best head I've ever had," he says.

"I know." He chuckles at my confidence. "Dinner was great. You deserve it."

"Please, sit," he says. "I'll get your drink."

"Thank you," I say. He's being considerate, although I'm in no rush to rinse down the remnants of his lingering sticky load.

We sit with our backs against the couch on his very comfortable rug in front of the floor-to-ceiling window view. It's cozy and romantic.

"Can they really not see in, or did we just give most of the city a hell of a show?" I ask.

"You're safe. I promise," he says.

We catch our breath. My posture is relaxed. I feel safe after a man comes. He becomes docile and less pushy. I also drove here, so I can leave any time.

The sag of my large breasts is accentuated in the relaxed pose. They droop to my navel, the deflated upper part of the breasts marred with stretch marks. Gaudy, big nipples hang at the bottom, sad and pointing down. Tanner lifts one for a better look.

"These are perfect,” he says, cupping them both now gently, thumbs brushing the nipples. I fight the urge to moan. My imperfect breasts are peak erogenous zone for me. “Real, gorgeous, earned.”

"Thanks, it means a lot," I say without inhibition. One of the reasons I accepted a date with Tanner is that we have fitness in common. I usually date white guys I meet on the dating apps, further from home to conceal my indiscretions from nosy and perceptive Indians. Tanner approached me at the gym, and I made an exception. Plus he's super hot. And that was before I knew about his panty-soaking penthouse.

Sadness washes over me. If I wasn't Indian, if I wasn't destined for an arranged marriage and a husband I haven't met, I might go out with Tanner again. I might even have sex with him. We have great chemistry, and I trust him. It's not fair for either of us.

His hand traces lower, finds the top of my panties. My legs are slightly spread, inviting his gaze. "You're wet," he says.

I chuckle. There's a thin line of moisture soaking through. I can't help it. Tanner is hot, and I love to suck dick. "I enjoyed doing that for you."

"Can I see all of you?"

I smirk, fingering the waistband. My thick black bush is obvious under the thin panties, untouched by razors because no one earns the view. “I’m very hairy," I say, lifting the fabric enough to give him a peek of jet black hair.

“Even better,” he says.

"Normally I don’t take them off, if you can believe it. That's more intimate for me."

"Okay," he says. He releases my breast, but after gently brushing my nipple again and sending a spark straight to my loins. His hand rests on my thigh, but he's not pushy. I've been heard and respected, which of course makes me even hornier for this guy.

I scoff, and he looks at me with a knowing grin. "Okay," I say. "I mean, that was the best home-cooked steak I've ever had."

"It was," he says, echoing my sexy confidence from earlier. Then he looks at my pussy again with an honest hunger, and I'm primed for some bad judgement.

I hook my panties with my thumbs, lift my bum to slide them down to my knees. My feet come into the air, and I slide them down my long legs.

Cool air circulates around my damp crease, hidden in thick bush. Goose flesh flares up across my body. My final defensive barrier is gone. "This is me."

"God, you're sexy," he says, running his hand along my thigh. "I want these long legs wrapped around me."

"I'll bet you do," I laugh, going with the flow, loving his genuine adoration, and he's staring at my pussy. I scootch my butt out more with my back lower against the couch. Cellulite flares up on my right thigh where it presses into the rug, a persistent imperfection even after I chiseled my ass into stone in the gym. I cock up my knee on the left side and spread my legs more, teasing with a view of the good stuff. My slit shows now through the bush above the rug.

I love how he looks at me. I'm confident in my looks now, but something is different with Tanner versus other men. Everything about me that is imperfect seems to align with his tastes. He's not faking it. And me being an inch taller certainly isn't discouraging him. With all the focus on my body, I don't notice that he's getting hard again only a couple minutes after I sucked him off. That Marine stamina!

Read on with the slow buildup before Ramya (or Claire) loses her virginity.

Or, I'm offering a quick payoff with Ramya getting popped tonight in the next chapters (two branches for variation of POV). I had a ton of fun writing it, but that branch does end after her deflowering.