Dirty confessions of a Sanskari Slut

The beginning...

My house was bustling with relatives, bitchy aunts, horny uncles they were, but no one would say. No one would show their true faces to this world. But still everyone knows that and I knew it too. I was the ideal sanskaari child, the ideal responsible respectable daughter any parent would want. The most wanted perfect daughter-in-law material. And the educated good looking girl suitable to be any good guy's wife.

And that's why even many horny uncles don't dare to flirt with me, thinking I would spread the news or complain to my parents. But everything is not as it seems, isn't it?

I always wear proper clothes, stylish but not slutty, modern but not revealing. But no one knows what happens inside the four walls of my bed room, isn't it?

I never speak sans respect, cuss words are out of thinking itself. Everyone knows I have sweet tongue. But who knows what happens in the comfort of my bed, within the close doors of my bedroom?

And everyone scolds me, for I will not be heard to the third person from me. They absolutely have no idea how fucking loud I can be, I smirk thinking.

What are u thinking Mohini, one of my horny uncles ask, faking kindness and innocence, when I know all he wants to do is rip off my pale white see through kameez and fuck me like a slut(which I'm, but they don't have to know that you see, I have my taste and preferences)

Nothing uncle, I was just thinking what drinks you would like to have. He wanted scotch with lots of ice and I was going to get it for him.

I myself wanted a drink, I thought. I'm 21, hot, sexy and bold, yet I was a virgin and this thought frustrated me. I was a virgin because I wanted to be. Ive made out with more than 12 men. But no one interested me further.

And with my cousin's shaadi around the corner, there was no way I can go out or atleast masturbate. Its been a week since I last masturbated. One fucking week.

For a girl who masturbates twice a during week days and 4 times a day during weekends, I felt like I would explode anytime, or even worse, indulge in an incest with one of my horny uncles, which though sounded exciting, will be a big trouble on the longer run.

I gave my uncles scotch to a servant passing by, took my glass of vodka and went in search of a lonely place.

It was 2 in the afternoon and most of them have dozed off. And I was waiting for this exact time, to try my luck if I could have some me time.

The shaadi is happening in my place, since its more bigger and spacious. It's a posh property, in the centre of the city, easy to reach from the airport or the railway station.

The makeshift bar was near the pool. I took my glass of vodka with ice and left for my room, in search of peace.

But I never expected my room to be full of my cousins, all heavily drunk dozing off in awkward half naked positions, both boys and girls. And I was not shocked to see my bathroom door open and suraj and ishitha , fully naked, pounding each other, whith Ishitha on top, in cowgirl position. Ive already seen them sneeking in the same washroom when they think no one is looking, and our family get-togethers where Ive seen Suraj smelling used panties and bra of Ishitha. Here, now they were in their own world, fucking each other like bunnies. I saw Ishitha's bright pink pushup bra hanging on my mirror and 2 empty bottles of rum, some new tins of beer and a bucket of ice nearby. Also there were already two empty packs of condoms, both 3pack lying there.

I saw green now. They were practically kids, just 18. From the scene I can say they have been fucking for more than 3hours, making full use of my luxurious bathtub. Lucky worms, huhh, this is not just done.

My thoughts were broken, when I heard them hyperventilating. They must have climaxed. Surely these kids knew the trick. They were having all the fun yet they were so noiseless. Im sure they must have fucked many more times than I think with this skill.

I heard the sound of flexing muscles and peeped in from the corner, to see Ishitha down, having a dazed look with her legs still wide, cum dripping from her pussy, mixing with the scented water in the bath tub and Suraj removing the used condom from his still rock hard cock.

Oh meri maa, the condom looked like a thumb finger of a giant. So much cum it had. Suraj removed the condom gave a devlish smirk to Ishi and threw the condom at his back, only for it fall on my artistically crafted mirror, bathing it with my horny cousin's cum.

What the fuck, what did he just do? Only then I noticed there were several other splashes of cum all over my bathroom. The kinky devil in me woke up and decided I was going to take bath in this cum scented bathroom after they are done.

I wrote a note for them to leave the bathroom as it is after finishing up, which they won't for at least three more hours and was about to stick it on the magnetic door, when I saw the latest i-phone of Suraj struck on the opposite wall, in such an angle that all their steamy encounter for the past 5 hrs has been recorded nonstop.

That was the last straw. I came out of the room as soon as possible, albeit they see me. This was just too hot to handle... awwwww... shit, what have these kids done to me... what have I done to myself. Ive not given time to me all these days that even kids fucking around has started making me jealous and horny. Enough is enough. Ive to look after my needs no matter what.

Yet, the feeling that they are indeed having sex and I, much elder to them, am going to just masturbate. Khair, I believe intazaar ka phal meeta hotha hai. And I start searching some quiet place where I can unleash the slut in me.

Let me tell you about my adult habits now. I watch porn twice a day every day and an ardent follower of Savita Bhabhi's slutty ways. And there cannot be an adult story site which I have not visited, from where I read atleast 5 stories a day. And mind you there is no aversion to anything, from incest to bdsm, im in for everything.

Don't laugh alright, for a lusty girl like me, I know this is not enough. But kya karoon. Ive always been a sanskaari kid only. But everything changed when I had my first erotic encounter in hostel, but that story baad mein. But I never got the opportunity or rather the right person to fuck. So, for now, I'm making do with all these.

Recently, I started sexting anonymously in online sex chat websites. They were much better than all my earlier ways to satisfy myself. Role plays kept me happy, but finding a good role play partner is like shopping for a good dress in a discount sale.

Khair, I was walking around the whole house trying to find a decent place when I saw the guy from the kirana store nearby standing in the driveway. Probably he was here to deliver the ration. Now this is what I wanted I thought. The bitch in me made a summersault. I was wearing a short red blouse with a deep cut showing all my cleavage, covering up just the nipples( but it was modestly covered with a black net shawl) and a red and black net lehenga.

I quickly loosened my shawl, so that it looks as if it has become loose due to all the work I did. Now my shall was very loose, resting casually between my 38DD boobs, hanging low, displaying every inch of my chest.

I pulled my skirt so low that it was resting just at the start of my panty line. My full smooth 40 hips were seen now. On the whole, all of my curves were on display.

And I forgot to mention about Kailash, the kirana store guy. Kailash was one of the workers in the store. He must be around 26 or 27, tall, broad shoulders and above all sexy eyes and sinful lips. Ive seen girls seducing him myself but I have never given a shit to him. Because Ive always thought he is not my type. But today I cant stop myself.

I walk downstairs, and he looks up at me with the chanchan of my paayal and chudi. He is dazed seeing me and I give a slutty smile putting my pallu aside. His eyes darken and h eyes me from top to bottom in lust.

Im just 5feet away from him when,

TO BE CONTINUED...