Hello guys I am navya 22 ,I am fair looking girl with stats of 32D-25-35. Lot of men used to stare me using their lusty eyes when I am outside. please pardon for any mistakes.
I am beautiful—undeniably so. Wherever I go, eyes follow. Compliments chase me like shadows, and I never let anyone forget who I am. The queen of looks, the envy of every room. People say I’m arrogant, and maybe they’re right. But when you’re this perfect, why not?
I judged people by their clothes, their shoes, their phones. If someone didn’t meet my standards, they didn’t deserve my attention. I realized early: beauty is power. And I decided to use it.
Rich boys noticed me first—expensive cars, designer clothes, black cards. I smiled, they fell. I never had to ask; they offered everything: luxury gifts, five-star dinners, foreign vacations. I became the girl everyone envied.
But none of them really knew me. They loved the way I looked, the way I laughed in their arms, the way I made them feel like kings. And I let them. Because in return, they gave me the life I wanted.
Everyone in our colony knew me—the beautiful girl with flawless style and a proud walk. Boys admired me, girls copied me. I always dated rich guys, the kind who arrived in shiny cars and smelled like expensive cologne.
Then one day, Subhash, age 29 years the boy who worked in our colony, proposed to me.
He was simple—wore faded shirts, rode a secondhand cycle, and fixed broken mobiles. And he had the audacity to say, “I like you. I know I’m not rich, but I’ll keep you happy.”
I stared at him in shock… then laughed. Out loud. “You? A mechanic? Proposing to me?” I said with a smirk. “First fix your slippers before dreaming of girls like me.”
His face fell. People nearby chuckled. He walked away in silence.
A few days after I rejected him and crushed his little ego, Subhash did something unexpected.
He started sending me photos—of his cock. Yes, you heard that right. Posing in the mirror, flexing like a wannabe oiled up like he was preparing for sex with me.
As if that was going to impress me.
I looked at the pictures and rolled my eyes. “Seriously?” I laughed. “Does he really think I’ll fall for him.
Every photo came with some cringy line:
“For you.”
“One day you’ll regret.”
“Beauty fades, strength stays.”
Please. I’ve seen richer dudes, better looks, and actual class.
I ignored them all, of course. Let him live in his little fantasy .
But he didn’t stop.
Day after day, more cringy messages. More cock photos. More dramatic one-liners like:
“One day you’ll be mine.”
“Real men don’t need money—they need heart.”
It was like living in a low-budget love story I never signed up for.
And then, one day, he crossed the final line.
He texted me directly:will you sex with me.
I stared at the message, half shocked, half annoyed. sex? Seriously?
That was it. I was done with his nonsense.
Out of pure frustration, I replied:
Do you have money,if yes, speak.if not,dont waste my time.
Despite all the drama, there was one thing I couldn’t deny—my dad actually liked Subhash.
It all started a while back, when Papa accidentally dropped his wallet near the main gate. It had cash, ID cards, even his ATM pin written on a slip (typical Papa). We searched everywhere and had almost given up, when Subhash showed up quietly at our door.
“Uncle, I found this outside. I think it’s yours,” he said, handing over the purse without a single rupee missing.
No show, no drama. Just honesty.
From that day on, Papa trusted him blindly.
It didn’t change the fact that he was sending me nude selfies and random love quotes.
After that day—after I bluntly told him to stop wasting my time if he didn’t have money—Subhash finally stopped messaging.
No more selfies. No love quotes. Nothing.
At first, I felt relieved. Finally, the drama was over. I muted his number and moved on with my life.
Days turned into weeks. I got busy with college exams, late-night study sessions, and last-minute cramming. Honestly, I forgot all about him.
When exams ended, I packed my bags and went on a much-needed vacation with my family. Hills, cool breeze, luxury resort—it was exactly what I needed. I posted photos in designer dresses, clicked perfect selfies, and soaked in the attention I missed during exam season.
After my vacation, life returned to normal—or so I thought.
Then one evening, as I scrolled through my DMs, I saw his name again. Subhash.
I almost rolled my eyes, thinking, Not again…
But this time, his message was… different.
I bought a latest i phone for you,just one thing in return-sex
I blinked. Read it again.
He bought an iPhone? For me?
First, I laughed. “This guy is too much,” I thought. A middle-class boy buying a high-end phone just to do sex with me? Delusional—or dangerously determined.
I replied: “You think I’ll allow you to fuck me for a phone?”
He didn’t beg. He just said, “Keep it. I just want that one moment.”
At first, I said no. My pride screamed at me: You don’t need to do this with people like him.
But then I looked up the price of that phone—and my pride got a little… negotiable.
So I said yes. Just one time.
The moment I said yes, Subhash lit up like a Diwali light. You could almost feel his happiness .
He didn’t waste a second. “Let’s meet tonight,” he messaged. “I can’t wait.”
Tonight? I hesitated for a second—but the thought of that brand-new iPhone made my decision quick and easy.
I walked out of my room, calm and casual, and told my parents, “I’m going to my friend’s house for group study. Don’t wait up.”
A classic excuse. Foolproof.
Back in my room, I transformed.
Tank top. Short skirt. Black boots. A little shimmer on my eyes, bold lipstick, high ponytail. I looked like a runway model ready for a nightclub—not a girl going to meet a middle-class boy in a colony corner.
As I walked up to the gate, heels clicking confidently on the pavement, I messaged him:
Im here
A moment later, the gate creaked open—and there he was.
Subhash.
But in that moment, it wasn’t me who froze—it was him.
He just stood there, wide-eyed, speechless, completely stunned. His mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to say something, but the words never came.
He stared at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Like his dream had just stepped out of a magazine cover and was standing in front of him, in real life.
And honestly? I loved that reaction.
His eyes moved from my boobs to my ass, to my bold red lips—and I could tell he had never seen a girl like this in the world.
Before anything else, I held out my hand and said with a calm, confident smile:
Mobile first
Subhash, still half-dazed by my presence, quickly pulled out a box from a small gift bag. Brand new. Sealed. Latest model.
I raised an eyebrow. “Can I open it?”
He nodded nervously.
I carefully opened the box, peeled off the wrapper, and checked every detail—the logo, the screen, the weight, the accessories. I even switched it on to make sure it wasn’t some cheap copy.
It was real.
I looked up at him and said, “Not bad.”
He smiled like he’d won the lottery.
With the phone safely in my clutch, I finally said, “Okay. Let’s start
then saurabh pushed me on the bed in the hall. He came near me and started stripping my clothes. I was wearing a blavk tank top and a pink skirt. He stripped my t-shirt and I immediately noticed a tent inside his pants.
Saurabh then slowly took off my skirt and I was semi-nude now.He stripped me completely within seconds and then got himself nude. He was black, dirty and stinky with a 7 inches big black cock.
I was seeing a big black cock of 7 inches with big head . He sat near me and asked me to suck it. I hesitated and said, no. But he told me just do it.
So I touched the dick, it was warm and big. I went near it and smelled it. It was too nasty and gave me a vomiting sensation. It was of his precum and urine smell. I licked the upper head of the cock. It was an unpleasant and smelly.
Then saurabh caught my head and made me to have his whole dick in my mouth. Then slowly, I sucked his cock to its full length. I was actually deep throating it. I took it from my mouth after 10 minutes. It was nasty with my saliva and his precum. His cock head was more big and strong.
then saurabh unhooked my bra and panties . He spread my legs and started rubbing my virgin pussy. Somehow, I was moaning in excitement and pleasure and he made me cum after a few minutes. I cummed in plenty.
Then the saurabh took a oil and massaged on his cock. With one hand, he caught my boob and with the other hand, he opened my leg. Slowly, he started inserting his dick into my tight virgin pussy. It was hard me and I was shouting like hell. But saurabh managed to enter my pussy and started fucking my tight pussy with no mercy.
After a couple of minutes, he started thrusting faster. I told saurabh not to cum inside my pussy but he replied- he paid me and he do whatever he wants. After 20 minutes, he cummed into my pussy and then took out his cock. He put inside my mouth and i cleaned it by licking.
After 20 minutes saurabh wanted to fuck my ass and I was terrified! I told him to do that later because i never done a anal sex but he didn’t listen. He again used the oil on his dick and also applied on my asshole.
Saurabh first fingerfucked my tight ass, I was shouting and was moaning loudly with a violently shaking body.he explored my ass with his fingers then he stopped and asked me to stand like a bitch. He grabbed me by my waist and rubbed his thick cock between butt cracks.
His hot dick rubbing against my ass was scaring me. Then he aimed his dick on my ass and gave a hard push. It was so painful that I couldn’t manage to breathe for a second. I screamed in pain and tried to back off, but he grabbed me tightly.
He kept penetrating his dick inch by inch inside my virgin ass until half of his dick submerged inside my ass. I was begging him to take it out, but he showed no mercy and started fucking me like that.
saurabh- What a tight fucking ass slut.
I start crying, but he was ruthlessly fucking my ass.his dick was so thick that it felt like it was tearing my ass apart. After several minutes of fucking, he filled my ass with hot cum. I was so exhausted that I fell onto the bed. I thought it was all over, but he fuck me 3 times that night .
After the dance, I came back home quietly in the early morning. No one noticed—I had my routine excuses ready, as always.
I slipped into bed with a grin on my face and the iPhone tucked safely in my purse.
Mission accomplished.
By evening, I finally woke up, stretching like a queen after a long, successful night.
As I walked into the living room, Papa smiled at me and said,
“Good news! I had ordered the latest iPhone for you after your exams, as a gift. The delivery got delayed because we were on vacation.”
I froze.
He continued, totally unaware of the storm building inside me.
“Anyway, the phone came while we were away. Subhash from the colony received it on our behalf. Go collect it from him—he kept it safe.”
I blinked. “Subhash?”
“Yes, that boy. Such a responsible young man.”
My heart dropped.
The phone I “checked”… the one I “tested”…
It wasn’t a gift. It was already mine.
He didn’t buy it for me.
He just gave me what was already mine—and got a pleasure in return.
I felt the blood rush to my face. Embarrassment. Anger. Shock.
Had I just fucked… for my own phone.
After that day, something changed
I didn’t tell anyone what had happened. How could I? What would I even say—that I fucked by low class boy thinking he bought me an Phone, only to find out it was my own phone all along?
I felt fooled… played… helpless.
And the worst part?
Every time I crossed paths with Subhash in the colony, he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.
He just gave me that smile—slow, crooked, evil. A smile that said, I know what happened. You know what happened. And you can’t undo it.
That smile burned.
It wasn’t just about a phone or a sex anymore. It was about pride—my pride—that he had crushed.
He walked around like the hero of some secret victory, while I had to carry the weight of a moment I couldn’t erase.
I wanted to slap him. I wanted to turn back time.
But instead, I walked past him like he didn’t exist—chin up, lips tight, heart raging.
He had tricked me.
And for once in my life, I had no comeback.
But this story… isn’t over yet.