Wannabe Sex Addict Meets The Dominatrix – Part 1

Welcome to Simraan’s saucy tales of sexual domination – The damsel who first gives sexual stress to men who want it and then release the tension with her refreshing ways that shrink the toughest of testicles!

The pleasurable ass whipping those naughty men get for not obeying their sexy mistress, the wannabe sex addicts who beg for their mistress to leave them as boxes of ripped condoms keep piling up, the crazy dirty lovers who get an erection only after being humiliated abundantly, the married motherfuckers who… alright, alright… I got carried away there!

(Deep breathes)…

Those are my personal sessions with some of the adventurous readers of ISS. And lately, I noticed a slight increase in the demand to know how I got into BDSM style of lovemaking; rather dominating and having enormous fun in the bargain (Evil smile!).

So, I decided to share my honeymoon trip experience with you guys. Now that I think about it, I realize that it was how the dominatrix inside me woke up to discipline naughty men with juice big cocks.

It went something like this…

I ended up marrying Shambhu! While he had the chance to fuck me for the first time on our first wedding night, he decided to spoil it with his insane idea of handcuffing me. Even though my dominating instincts hadn’t kicked in back then, it was Shambhu, I believe, who had planted the seed. He had to wait for another 15 days to stick his cock inside my hot pussy.

After finishing my on-site assignments, I returned home and went on my honeymoon trip with my newly married husband the next day. He was topped up with cum and made silly suggestions of taking away some of the sexual heat. Not that I didn’t help him, but whenever we got together in the house, his nosy mother would come and disturb our privacy.

My husband wanted me to release some sexual tension because holding it in wouldn’t have made him last longer. And he refused to masturbate! All the way to our hotel, he kept nagging about shooting his load inside his pants!

We checked in, collected our suite card, and even before consummating our marriage, we faced the first hurdle. It was a slight inconvenience really, but my husband reacted as though his dick had fallen off.

The lifts had stopped working and the poor porter looked at us as though we were going to beat him if he had denied carrying our luggage.

My useless husband called the manager and began to bitch about hotel management etiquette. I stayed away from him just in case someone should have thought that we were together.

Instead of acting like a man, taking the situation under his control by carrying our two small duffle bags himself on the second floor using the staircase, he started whining about circumstances, not under anyone’s control.

While this pathetic excuse of a man was arguing with the manager, there was another bastard who was staring at me. I too looked at him but with a questioning glance. Then, a beautiful young woman walked down the staircase and stood beside him.

“Useless men!”, I said to myself and picked up our luggage and started walking towards the staircase. I heard Shambhu calling for me but ignored him and started climbing the stairs proudly with two duffle bags on each hand.

I entered our suite and went straight to the bar table to make a triple scotch for myself. I forgot about what had occurred in the lobby, was making another peg when I received a video call from my former boyfriend.

My calm mood had turned into a delightful state as I received his call. He wished me a happy married life with his own style. My lover had pierced a bright red coloured heart-shaped paper with his erect cock. I could sense the sarcasm in his tone while talking highly about my husband.

For his return gift, I removed my salwar and showed him my tight big ass in red thongs. He began to bite his lips at the first sight.

Me: Stop stroking your cock at a married woman, you jerk! (I shouted teasingly).

Him: What to do bhabhiji… those tight ass cheeks make me a pervert. Turn the camera back again…

Me: No, that’s quite enough for now. I’ll give you the next dose sometime in the distant future.

As I was talking to him, I heard a knock on the door. I cancelled the call, gulped the remaining drink in the glass, and went to open the door.

Shambhu: Why did you leave me alone down there?

Me: Should I have fought for some men’s rights with you instead? (I giggled).

Shambhu: Honey, I have paid for this expensive trip, you know.

Me: Then why didn’t you tell the porter to carry our fucking bags? We could have then walked upstairs romantically holding each other’s hand.

Shambhu didn’t say anything but went straight into the bathroom throwing his mobile phone and wallet on the bed. He didn’t even notice that I wasn’t wearing my salwar. I took off my kameez, unhooked my bra and released the warm milk tanks. While I was fondling my tits, I heard Shambhu’s mobile phone ringing.

I picked it up and saw that it was his mother calling. It was the 5th time she had called since we left the house. I cancelled the call, turned off the phone, and kept it near the table.

Then, I opened my bag and began to unpack it. I had hardly picked up my make-up kit when Shambhu lifted me from behind. I felt his wet cock on my ass cheeks that he had pressed down hard. He carried me to the bed and jumped on it landing on his back.

My husband was in a wild mood. He had one hand on my clean-shaved pussy that he was rubbing. With his other hand, he was fondling my big boobs. My pussy went loose as he started fingering roughly.

He then got on top of me and began to kiss intensely. His tightly erect cock was rubbing against my pussy lips while he had groped me. I pressed his hard ass cheeks to respond to his lust and passion.

Me: Take… take out the condom first… (I whispered it in a soothing voice).

He started to throw tantrums about having good control, contraception pills, etc. but I forced him to take out a condom. Like a good husband, he got off the bed and reached for his bag. He then began to search deep inside the bag and pulled out one condom from his shaving kit.

I teased him by making seductive noises and asking him to come and fuck his hotwife. That irritated his lust, so he jumped on the bed holding one condom packet in his hand.

Me: I thought you had packed one whole box of this…what happened to your excitement? (I chuckled).

Shambhu: I have. I’ll break the seal tonight. First, let me use this spare one (He winked and looked at me mischievously).

Shambhu spanked my ass cheeks playfully and began to lick my pussy. I took the condom packet from him and made him lie on the bed. I had held Shambhu’s cock before while giving him a blowjob on our wedding night (before he ruined it). And once again, in no time it had got hot and hard quickly.

I began to stroke his cock and lick his testicles to set up his mood. It grew hotter & harder enough to put on the condom. I looked at him lustfully while biting off the tip of the condom packet. Teasingly, I put the condom on his tightly erect penis and jumped on top of him.

He grabbed my ass cheeks and began to play with them while kissing me passionately. In fact, he was sucking my lips and that had made me even hornier. After a few minutes, I turned around and rested my ass cheeks on his face. While he was licking my pussy, I leaned forward and started sucking on his hard cock.

I stroked it, pulled it, sucked his testicles and was enjoying his tongue fucking skills. But since Shambhu hadn’t had any sex for over a fortnight, the foreplay was too much for this cock. He ejaculated thick loads of hot cum inside the condom.

Me: Oh, my poor darling! Don’t worry, I’ll get you in the mood once again after you bring more condoms. (I slept on his chest and comforted him).

Shambhu: I knew this would happen. That’s why I decided to use the spare condom. Oh, this bed feels so comfortable now.. I’ll take some rest.. (Yawning). And after dinner, we’ll be busy the whole night (Winked).

I decided to go out and explore the place while Shambhu was taking a rest. So, after relaxing in the hot tub for some time, I walked out of our suite wearing a t-shirt and a loose matching salwar.

From the hotel bar in the lounge, I asked for a large gin tea and strolled outside for a walk sipping on the drink. I stood near the fountain watching the water flow in different patterns. That’s when a lady approached me.

Lady: Excuse me, do you know which way is the golf course?

The lady was the one whom I had seen with that pervert who was checking me out in the hotel lobby. I had no idea that the place even had a golf course. But we both looked for signs and finally found the way. She thanked me and continued walking straight.

After a few minutes, I saw the pervert himself walk out of the restroom (I came to know what that small house was while finding the way to the golf course). He and his wife missed each other because they were moving in the opposite direction.

If he had come outside just a few seconds earlier, then he would have at least recognized his wife walking past the restroom.

When he saw me standing alone, he came and stood in front of me.

The pervert guy: Hi there! (He smiled as though we knew each other).

I didn’t even bother to look at him first. But when I did, I caught him checking out my body once again. He quickly moved his eyes and began to get chatty to distract me.

The pervert guy: My wife needed some cooling off period from all the…you know (hand gesture). So, we decided to get some fresh air. Are you here for the same reason?

Me: Or perhaps she is riding someone else’s cock in the room while you are waiting here…because there’s no such thing as a cooling-off period for women, you see. Maybe she wanted you to fuck off! (I expressed my anger this way).

The pervert guy: Oh, I see now, that lousy husband of yours is only a loud talker. He can’t satisfy you, can he? That’s why you are waiting here to pick up someone. Ask for it straight away, if you want it so badly, you bitch!

I felt like breaking the glass on his face, but all I could do at that moment was spit on his face. Since I never had that kind of an encounter with a man before, I was surprised by his nonchalant attitude.

The pervert guy: I bet your husband doesn’t spit on your pussy. That’s why you picked up this habit, huh (Wiping his face).

I decided to walk away from him without causing any drama. Because there was anger building up inside me after hearing those insulting comments straight to my face.

When I turned my back at him, he spanked me and joked, “That’s right bitch! Go finger your pussy”.

Almost immediately, I decided to trick that scoundrel using my charm and then humiliate him in front of everyone. I didn’t feel angry anymore, instead, I felt confident that I could fuck this guy even though he’s the one with a dick. I turned towards him and spoke in a soft and submissive tone.

Me: Please don’t make my pussy wet anymore. I was leaving because my panty is all sticky after hearing you talk. And it’s the first time, I’ve had this experience.

The pervert guy: I can give you all kinds of experience that you didn’t even know existed. 5 minutes in that restroom is all that it will take… (He winked at me while biting his lips).

We both walked inside the restroom and while I was getting inside the roomy toilet, he took me inside a small storeroom.

The pervert guy: I had sex with my wife in here last night. I know this place well even though we checked in just two days ago. Now come here my juicy pumpkin…

The pervert guy grabbed me by my ass cheeks and pressed me tightly against his chest. He was feeling his face hard on my boobs and hissing seductively. That guy may have been a sex addict, but he had no idea what was coming to him.

Me: Apologies for your behavior! (I said in a stern voice stepping back).

The pervert guy: What? (giggling) What have you been drinking? Don’t waste time baby, my wife will come at any moment now.

He lowered his cotton trousers and his erect big cock sprung out. It was of healthy pink color and looked juicy enough. While moving towards me, his eyes caught something at the window that confused him.

The pervert guy: Shit! That’s my wife. I told you to hurry up. Let’s meet tomorrow afternoon, okay, give me your number. Uff! You could have at least sucked my cock! You can hold it.

He was showing me his stiff penis while looking outside and then stood still all of a sudden as though a cat caught his tongue. He went closer to the window and looked carefully outside.

The pervert guy: What’s she doing here and who’s that guy? (His voice had a sense of terror while he spoke to himself).

I stopped looking at his juicy cock and looked outside the window. It was his wife walking sneakily towards the bushes with another guy.

The pervert guy’s forehead became sweaty, and he began to unpack his cock inside his trousers. I caught it firmly in my palm and told him to hold on.

Me: What’s the rush, darling! You haven’t fucked me yet. C’mon, let’s fuck right here, right now.

The pervert guy: Leave my cock, you dumb bitch! That’s my wife… (Talking to himself) Is this why she chose this place…

He began to leave but I caught and pulled him back firmly. His shoulder hit hard against the wall, and he began to look at me with mixed expressions. I sensed the terror in his eyes and naturally felt that I should exploit the situation.

Me: That man is my husband! (I smiled as I said this calmly).

The pervert guy: What the fuck are you talking about? (He looked confused).

His eyes had lost all the shine of confidence that he had earlier. When I observed him carefully, I could see that his fingers were trembling, and his breathing rate had also increased. I literally felt like something had possessed me.

Me: You heard me, asshole! Your slut of a wife is walking in the bushes with my husband. (I terrorized him successfully).

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