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by DesiDreamer · December 7, 2024

In Pics: Revathi | Contributed by: R (Telegram)
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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Hi! Let’s call me “R” — an admirer about to narrate the story of my school friend, Revathi — who seems to be, in some way or another, addicted to pain.

Impulsive, spontaneous, adventurous, curious, sexy, — these were just a few words that come to mind if I were to describe Revathi, a vivacious 19 year old girl. I have always been her admirer, but could never get beyond being her friend. She was in a whole different league and wouldn’t ever have even considered me.

She had just turned 18, when she posed for her first boudoir photo shoot on an impulse, just because she thought the photographer was cute.

When her semi-nude pics went viral, college life took a dramatic turn. Both students and lecturers would blatantly hit on her, make snide, lewd comments and invite her over for “sexy photoshoots and more” at their place.

As much as it enraged me, all the attention turned Revathi on. She felt important and the effect she seemed to have over the guys, also made her feel powerful.

She started using the attention to her advantage — accompanying the rich boys to fancy parties in exchange for allowing them to take a few pictures and that soon graduated to giving blowjobs — sometimes to a whole group of guys who pawed her body while she sucked them dry.

A rather average student suddenly started doing extremely well in her exams. One by one, she started topping every subject taught by male lecturers.

Blowjobs quickly progressed to full blown sex and it soon became almost an everyday thing for Revathi — if not with a student, then with one or more of the lecturers. She wasn’t dumb. She knew the risks of multiple sex partners and always insisted on protection.

She was having fun as an adult, and learning to wield the power of her body. “This is a lifestyle I could get addicted to”, she often thought.

What she didn’t know was that she was only beginning to scratch the surface of both her addiction and her sexuality.

The next step in her addiction started when she got an opportunity to visit The Netherlands as an exchange student and pursue higher education there.

Netherlands — where a café doesn’t always mean a place to get coffee, unless the board clearly says “we also serve coffee.” A place where prostitution is legalized, as is the consumption of marijuana. A place where psychedelic or magic mushrooms are illegal but sclerotia (or magic truffles) are not. That is the part of the magic mushroom that grows underground but also contains the compounds psilocybin and psilocin — which work the magic and give you a high.

An outgoing and fun-loving girl, it did not take long for Revathi to make new friends and blend into the life and lifestyle of a new place. The lure of the unknown, the curiosity around all things she hadn’t tried and the easy (and legal) access to things that were illegal back home meant, it was just a matter of time before Revathi succumbed to the temptation of trying the unknown.

It took just a few months for her life to take an irreversible turn. Here’s how it all started…

“Excuse me,” she heard from behind her. Revathi was at a café, nursing a beer and dancing with her college friends. Turning her head around, she noticed a rather good looking guy addressing her.

“Yes?” she said, “which line are you going to use to try and pick me up tonight?” She and her friends burst out laughing at that. The guy looked embarrassed.

“Isn’t this you?” he said, showing Revathi his phone.

The wallpaper of his phone was a picture from one of her early boudoir photo shoots.

“So?” she said, hiding the surprise at seeing a guy in a foreign country carrying her topless picture as a mobile wallpaper. She checked him out.

Standing at well over 6′, he had a rugged confidence about him. In the darkness of the café, he didn’t look all that good looking to her, but there was a certain magnetism about his personality. Something that screamed, I am in control and you will do my bidding.

Her friends were excited to see her on a stranger’s phone.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he said breaking the silence as his phone went around from hand to hand as her friends checked out her picture, “I just couldn’t believe my eyes. I have been a fan ever since I saw your pictures.”

Revathi was still dumbfounded and frozen in place by both his personality and her surprise.

“I am sorry,” he said thinking she was upset, “I am Nihal by the way,” he added, extending his hand for a handshake. When Revathi didn’t react, he let his hand drop and added, “I am sorry if I upset you. Wasn’t my intention.” With that, he took his phone from her friend and walked away to return to his group of friends that were sitting a few tables away.

Her eyes followed him as he weaved through the crowd and joined his group at the table, sitting next to a beautiful Caucasian woman. For some reason she couldn’t understand, Revathi felt a pang of envy. Dismissing it, she started dancing with her friends again.

Revathi just couldn’t get that momentary encounter out of her mind. A few minutes later, when she turned towards where the group was sitting, he was looking at her and their eyes met.

She stopped dancing and looked into his deep, oceanic eyes that seemed to draw her into them. She had no idea how long she stood there looking into his eyes. The spell broke, when he smiled, stood, turned and walked towards the door.

She watched him open the door and step out. Her heart was thudding in her chest and she couldn’t explain why she felt this way.

Unable to stop herself, after a few moments, she walked towards the door and, stepped out. She saw him across the road, sitting on the ledge by the waterfront, smoking. ‘He did not have to step out to smoke. The café was filled with smoke.’ she thought.

She started walking towards him slowly. He had his back to her and was gazing out at the water. The gentle breeze made his white shirt flutter. He had broad shoulders and his torso seemed to taper down in a sharp ‘V’ towards his waist.

“Sit,” he said, patting the ledge next to him, when she was a couple feet behind him. It was more of a command than an invitation. He had never looked back and she had been silent as she walked up. How he knew she was there was beyond her. Silently, she sat next to him.

After a few moments, he offered her his smoke. It seemed to be hand rolled.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Does it matter?” he replied, “it’s legal”. She took it from him and took a pull.

“It’s a perfectly legal mushroom extract, mixed with marijuana,” he said, turning towards her for the first time since she had sat down, “I am Nihal, by the way,” he said, introducing himself for the second time.

“Revathi,” she replied… after a pause, she added, “sorry for being so rude inside. I was just too taken aback to see my picture on your phone.”

“Nice picture, isn’t it?” he said, taking his phone out and looking at the wallpaper, “always captivated me from the moment I saw it.”

After a silence that seemed perfectly natural, and a few pulls of his joint later, Revathi asked, “who are you here with?”

“My friends,” he said looking at her. After a few moments of silence, he smiled and added, “and my wife, Tia.” He took his joint from her and pulled on it deep. It was almost down fully smoked, so he proceeded to stub it out.

He got off the ledge, stood and extended his hand to her, “Come, let me introduce you to Tia.” he said. Electricity coursed through Revathi’s body the moment their hands touched. Meekly, she followed him back into the café.

“This is our studio,” Tia said, opening the door and stepping aside to let Revathi enter. Nihal had taken her back to where his wife and friends were sitting. When he introduced her, they all greeted her and invited her to join them. A couple hours later, when they were ready to leave, Tia had asked her if she wanted to come with them and see their studio.

“She is the talent, I just market her work,” Nihal had said about Tia’s paintings.

“Don’t worry, we will make sure you get back wherever you stay later,” Tia added, sensing her hesitation. Revathi informed her friends that she would return to the dorm later and followed Nihal and Tia to their car.

Revathi was dumbstruck as she stepped into the studio. The room was massive enough to have housed a few cars. There were a few easels and canvasses towards the center. A table attached to a shelf housed all kinds of painting supplies. The rest of the room was filled with paintings — one more erotic than the other.

Except for a few solo nudes of Nihal and a few gorgeous women, most of the paintings featured Nihal with the various women, in graphic sexual poses.

“Wow!” Revathi, gasped, taking in the spectacle before her.

“Thanks,” Tia said, squeezing Nihal’s arm, “great models make for great paintings.”

“This is stunning,” Revathi said.

“She is the one who spotted you,” Nihal said, “always said you’d make a great model for her paintings.”

“How do you pose for paintings like these?” Revathi asked Nihal. Both husband and wife laughed at that.

“Honey, you just cant,” Tia said, “come here,” she said and taking a hold of Revathi’s wrist, led her to a painting where Nihal’s member was buried deep inside a woman’s pussy in the middle of both their orgasm.

“Nihal is no saint,” she said as Revathi took in the graphic details of the painting. “As you know, prostitution is legal here, thankfully. Most of these are sex workers that we pay to have sex with him and that becomes the subject of my paintings. Some of these are our friends too,” she said, pointing to a few of the paintings.

A few of the paintings featured a girl who was at the café with her husband. Seeing Revathi’s recognition, Tia said, “I see you recognized Sonia from the café. David, her husband used to be my ex.” she added.

“Does she still model for you?” Revathi asked.

“Sometimes,” Tia replied.

“Her husband doesn’t mind?”

Tia laughed, “I let him fuck me in exchange for Nihal fucking his wife for my paintings.” Revathi hadn’t heard of swapping before and was a bit shocked the concept of open marriages.

While some of the paintings depicted passionate acts of love making, most of them featured different forms of bondage and dominance.

Taking Revathi’s hands in hers, Tia said, “I would love for you to be a subject of my paintings.” Revathi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Tia was asking her to fuck her husband for a painting. Blood seemed to rush towards her groin and she felt herself go moist at the thought.

“We will pay you to model for us, of course,” Tia added since Revathi said nothing.

“You do it here?” She asked finally.

“No, let me show you,” Tia said, taking her wrist again and leading her towards the back of the studio. There was a door there and she led Revathi through it.

Revathi’s jaw dropped. This room was at least as large as the other and was done up like the set of a movie. There were different rooms — from kitchens to bathrooms to bedrooms to living rooms. The theme seemed to be American western.

“We change the theme depending on the mood we want to capture,” Tia added, “and full disclosure, I have to mention two things…

“One,” she said, counting off her fingers, “we love BDSM and a lot of what we do is around that theme, as you would have noticed in the paintings, and two, there is no way I can paint during the sex. I am too turned on and often join in. We record the sex and I select frames to paint afterwards.”

Along one wall was a wall-to-wall shelf full of a plethora of sex toys — from dildos and vibrators to whips and leashes and hand cuffs.

Through all of this, Nihal had followed the two women, silently, not saying a word. He was leaning against the door and spoke for the first time, “why don’t we do this,” he said, “why don’t you spend some time with us and get to know us. You can say no at any time — there is no compulsion. But we hope that once you get to know us, you will say yes.”

She said yes to modeling for them — and by extension, to sex with Nihal as his submissive — after spending just a couple weeks with the couple. The association started by spending time and getting to know each other over lunches and dinners, going to cafes and partaking in Marijuana and magic mushrooms.

One day, after an evening at the café where they had met, as the couple was about to bid good bye and head back, Nihal pressed Revathi against their SUV and kissed her hard and deep.

As Nihal’s touch always did, the kiss sent electric shockwaves through Revathi’s body and she felt her pussy go wet. His tongue was in her mouth and wrestling with hers.

He ate her mouth hungrily, his hands pawing her boobs and squeezing them. She found herself responding to his kisses with a hunger she hadn’t felt with any of her partners before. They kissed for close to five minutes before Nihal broke the kiss.

“Good night,” he said, licking his lips and winked at her before stepping into the SUV.

Revathi was panting and gasping for breath. Before she could recover, Tia kissed her. Where Nihal’s kiss was a combination of lips and tongue, Tia was all tongue. Revathi had never kissed a woman before.

While Tia’s kiss didn’t have the same electric effect on Revathi as Nehal’s, Revathi didn’t feel revolted or violated by it.

“Good night,” Tia also said after breaking the kiss.

Over the subsequent days, passionate kisses good bye became a part of their routine. But with each passing day, Nihal kept pushing the physical boundaries — pawing her publicly, sliding his hands up her skirt and fingering her pussy. Sliding a finger up her ass hole.

One day, while they were at the café, Nihal finger-fucked her to the edge of an orgasm under the table.

She was dripping wet and was grateful that he hadn’t pushed her over the edge because she didn’t trust herself not to shake violently or scream if her orgasm had hit.

Whatever Nihal did, Revathi could neither resist nor refuse. She found herself readily submitting herself to his every whim and desire.

If she were to think back, she would realize that she had decided on going ahead with the offer the night Nihal first kissed her.

She pictured herself tied up, while Nihal fucked her brains out. Each time she thought about it, she couldn’t help getting wet and had to satisfy herself.

When she said yes, the couple once again explained to her that she was agreeing to no limits unprotected sex, which meant that Nihal could be cumming inside her pussy, ass, mouth and all over her body without condoms. They suggested that she go on the pill to avoid getting pregnant.

Revathi would be Nihal’s submissive and had to follow his orders. While she could call him Nihal in public, she would only address him as Sir or Master during their sessions.

They made her pick a safe word that would be their cue to stop, if and when she felt uncomfortable or unsafe. She picked “grapes” as her safe word.

She could not back out of the contract for the first week.

Thereafter, she could end the contract at any time. Compensation was agreed upon and Tia threw in a 1% commission on the sale of paintings if Revathi stayed with the contract for 3 months or more.

The day after the contract was signed, she showed up for their first ‘sitting’ or ‘sleeping’ or whatever you want to call it.

As her initiation, she was asked to strip naked while the two watched. Nihal then tied her to a chair — legs apart and hands tied behind her back. He then proceeded to gag her mouth rendering her completely helpless.

“Today,” she said smiling at her, “you are going to just watch.”

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but this sure wasn’t it. She watched as he turned around and walked to the bed stripping naked along the way, where Tia lay, naked.

Tia smiled at Revathi, and continuing to watch her eyes, she took Nihal’s cock in her hand started stroking him. Revathi stared at Nihal’s rapidly growing cock.

She would have gulped if she could as he rose to full hardness. She didn’t think Indian cocks grew to that length or girth.

Almost as if he felt her eyes on his cock, he looked at her and smiled.

Tia continued to stroke him for a while before taking as much of his hardness as she could in her mouth.

Nihal kept looking at Revathi as his wife sucked and stroked him. Soon he was moaning and groaning in pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Nihal to pull out of her mouth and shoot his load all over her boobs. Tia placed a hand below her breast and collected the flowing river of cum. Once he was completely spent, he rolled over.

Tia licked some of the cum from her hand as she got off the bed and started walking towards Revathi.

Stradling her, Tia smiled at her and removed the gag from Revathi’s mouth with her free hand. Then she licked all of her husband’s cum from her hand and kissed Revathi. She felt Nihal’s cum flow from Tia’s mouth into hers and swallowed hungrily.

Once she had fed Revathi all the cum from her mouth, she made her lick it off her boobs. Nihal also had got off the bed and was standing next to the women, watching Revathi suck his wife’s tits and lick his cum off them.

Once she had cleaned all of the cum, Tia got off her and headed back to bed. Now, Nihal shoved his cock in her mouth and made her start sucking him. She could taste his cum mixed with Tia’s on his cock.

Once he was hard again, he pulled out of her mouth.

“Liked it?” he asked putting the gag back in Revathi’s mouth. All she could do was nod.

“Want more?” he asked. Again, she just nodded ‘yes’.

Smiling, he headed back to bed. Both husband and wife had their eyes locked on Revathi, who felt wetness gush to her pussy as she watched the spectacle unfolding in front of her eyes.

Making his wife get on her hands and knees, he spread her legs and pushed his glistening hard member into her. Tia moaned in pleasure as her husband’s hardness filled her pussy.

For close to twenty minutes, Nihal fucked his wife hard and deep.

He started out in doggy style, pounding her hard as soon as his cock was buried in her depths.

In about seven or eight minutes, Tia started shaking and screamed as her body was rocked by an orgasm.

Once her orgasm passed, she pushed him off and made him lay on his back.

Getting on top, she mounted him and started riding him cowgirl style.

This time, in just five minutes, she started shaking as her second orgasm of the day rocked her body.

He kept fucking her right through the orgasm, making it last. When it finally passed, she rolled over, exhausted.

Not letting her rest, he spread her legs and entered her missionary style.

He fucked her hard and deep for close to ten minutes before she started shaking again.

“Want that cum?” he asked looking over at Revathi, she nodded, watching Tia start shaking more and more violently.

He started rubbing his wife’s clit, driving her over the edge.

As her body convulsed and she screamed in pleasure, Nihal pounded her pussy.

He kept fucking her through an orgasm that seemed to last forever.

Once it finally passed, he pulled out of his wife’s pussy, almost ran over to Revathi, pulled her gag out and shoved his cock down her throat, just in time as load after load of cum started erupting in her mouth.

She swallowed hungrily as his hot cum filled her mouth. She then wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked the last of the trickling cum from it.

“Suck me back to hardness,” he commanded after he had stopped cumming. She started sucking him as he reached down and started pinching her naked nipples that had gone rock hard while watching Nihal fuck his wife.

She groaned around his cock but kept sucking.

He reached further down and entered her pussy with two fingers. She was dripping wet. He finger fucked her as she sucked him. Minutes later, she started groaning loudly and her body started shaking.

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Once again, he had brought her to the brink of an orgasm before leaving her hanging.

He returned to the bed and resumed fucking his wife. This went on throughout the day. He would fuck his wife to orgasm after orgasm and feed Revathi his cum once he was ready to go. Then he would make her suck him back to hardness before returning to fuck his wife.

She swallowed five loads of cum. It was after he had fed her his fifth load and made her start sucking him again that, Tia started licking her pussy.

Revathi had been brought to the brink of an orgasm five times — each time she had sucked Nihal’s cock back to hardness. She was so turned on that she didn’t last.

In less than two minutes, she shook like a twig and came in Tia’s mouth.

By the time her orgasm passed, Nihal was hard again and led his wife to bed. This time, he fucked Tia for well over 30 minutes before emptying his load deep inside her pussy.

On day two, roles were reversed — well, almost. Revathi’s hands and legs were tied up but this time, she was tied in bed. Instead of fucking his wife, Nihal fucked her throughout the day while his wife watched and worked on a canvas.

He deposited his first load of cum in her mouth, his second in her pussy, his third in her ass, his fourth, fifth and sixth also in her pussy and his final load of cum for the day all over her body — which Tia licked off.

Once she was untied and got off the bed, Nihal fucked his wife, depositing an incredible ninth load of cum of the day in his wife’s pussy.

On some days, Tia would join them in bed during the last round and Nihal would eat Revathi’s pussy while fucking Tia.

Other days, Tia would make Revathi eat her pussy while Nihal fucked Revathi.

Each day had some variation or the other, but it always ended up with Nihal fucking his wife the last time.

By the end of a month, Tia had painted six paintings of Revathi and Nihal. By the end of their 3-month contract, there were over 20 paintings but neither of them had any intention of stopping.

Why fix something that’s not broken right? All of them were having a great time and their arrangement continued.

Revathi’s phone dinged. She lifted Nihal’s arm off her body and pulled up slowly, watching Tia’s head flop off her pussy where she had last been before falling asleep. Both husband and wife were fast asleep and Revathi rolled over watching the two of them sleep.

As she sat up in bed and reached for her phone off the night stand, she felt Nihal’s cum leak out of her pussy. She smiled at the sensation.

She picked up the phone and powered it on.

The notification said there was a deposit in her account. Clicking on the notification, she opened her bank app.

This was the fifth deposit in her account — the royalty from the sale of Tia’s paintings of her and Nihal. It had now been close to a year since the start of their arrangement and Tia had so far sold eight of the paintings.

Each time there was a deposit, the amount was bigger than the previous time. Now, her royalty itself was more than the salary from any job a teenager like her could have imagined getting.

Setting the phone down, she reached for a joint and lit up. Taking a deep puff, she got off the bed and walked naked to the window.

Opening it a crack, she blew the smoke out. The sun was rising over the hills and Nihal’s cum was sliding down her thigh.

Her entire body was aching. That’s how it always ended after the whole day of being tied up and being subjected to various types of BDSM sex.

She turned around and watched the couple sleep, looked forward to yet another day with the couple. She decided to freshen up and take an early shower.

As the hot scalding water of the shower drenched her aching body, every muscle screamed in pain and pleasure.

Revathi sighed. She knew she was in love with Nihal, and also that she was nothing more than a desirable woman to him. He was clearly in love with his wife. Her heart ached as she entered her pussy with a finger and started pleasuring herself.

The physical pain of being tied up, whipped, gagged and brutally fucked at will was much lesser than the ache she felt in her heart. I guess I am addicted to pain, she thought, looking for another day with Tia and Nihal.