u/nidhis69

This happened 2 years ago. When I was a college student and dating another man. I do not advocate cheating and one shouldn't cheat. In this incident, however, I was a cheating slut. This was the time when Nidhi was truly a Nasty Nidhi.

I stood in front of the mirror in my Bihar apartment, my mother’s cream-and-gold Onam saree half-draped, blouse open, breasts bare. My then boyfriend (Mr P) already had his hands on my waist and his cock pressed against my arse.

'Someone's hard' I teased and I grinded my arse against him. That was it. He shoved the fabric up, yanked my thongs aside, and thrust deep. I moaned against the glass. “Uff… please don't cum in today. I am ovulating." The wet slap of skin filled the room as he pounded me, my cunt greedy and noisy. He pounded me and I felt him clench. "Pull out--please" But it was too late. Cum leaked out. I glared at him, breathless. “I told you not to.” At least the saree was still clean.

On campus the NIFT grounds buzzed with Onam prep—banana leaves, rangoli, payasam smell. I pinned decorations, his load shifting inside me with every step. And that was when my senior found me near the fashion wing. The tall man with husky voice and piercing eyes, with whom I had been cheating on Mr. P for the past few months. I never intended to cheat on Mr. P but desires run amok and I couldn't help but be a submissive slut to my senior and I spread my legs to him.

He texted me to follow him. I should have said no. Instead I followed him to a dingy storeroom like a lamb. He locked the door. Far away, we could hear the festivities. I was blabbering nervously as if I was trying to convince him not to use my body. "I am still full of him..." But he didn't listen. "It's my mom's saree..." He nodded and he bent me over a table and drove into my used cunt.

I gasped. “I’m ovulating…”

He grunted and said "good" and rammed his fat cock deeper, making wet, sloching sounds. It sounded filthy. It made me realize how much of a slut I was.

"You are such a slut, bitch. A nasty slut." He hissed and I nodded as I covered my mouth, muffling my moans.

He came deep, then deliberately wiped his cock across the gold border of my mother’s saree, staining it. I smoothed the fabric down and walked back into the festival with both loads leaking and the evidence on the silk, my hips swaying in a way only a slut's do.

My name is Nidhi. A 24 year old girl working in fashion and climbing corporate ladder. But when I was studying in fashion school, I had a nickname: Nasty Nidhi.

Here are 3 things I was known for:

1. Degradation and Name-Calling

I discovered how much I liked being abused and humiliated. In my apartment, when I was in college, one night I was on my knees on the kitchen floor while my FWB fucked my face, then bent me over the counter. He called me a desperate, cock-hungry slut the entire time. Instead of getting angry, I got soaking wet. I started begging him to say worse things. When I came, it was messy and loud, and I hated how much I needed those words.

2. Leaving Marks and Feeling Them Later

I got addicted to being marked. My partners would bite my thighs, leave bruises on my hips, and slap my ass hard enough to sting for hours. The next day in class I would shift in my seat and feel every single mark. Sitting through lectures with sore skin under my clothes made me restless and wet all over again.

3. Cum Addiction

I became completely addicted to cum. Not just the orgasm — the actual feeling of a cock pulsing and emptying inside me. I started craving it. I would beg for it. I would get on my hands and knees and ask for it. I wanted him to finish deep in my ass so I could walk around afterward still feeling it leak out of me. The more cum I took — in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass — the more I wanted. It became a hunger. I would touch myself later just thinking about how many loads I had taken in one night.

Ask Me Anything.

Love,

Nidhi.

This is how I become: a mindless fuck toy when I have a big cock stretching me out.

How much of a whore do you have to be to fuck a man several generations older to you?

I think Sasha Grey was the GenZ among Millenials.

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I love to take a big fat cock in my tight arsehole.

I know it sounds a little crass and trust me, a few years ago I was an innocent girl from Kerala who would have scoffed at the idea that one day I would be on my fours with my arse cheeks spread wide and begging my man to fuck my pink starfish hole.

It happened when I was 19. I had joined a fashion school up north. A prestigious one. But my then boyfriend had taken his course in another part of the country. It was the time when I had visited home and it was his birthday. We had done everything sexually by then-- including raw sex. But not anal. I was terrified of it.

The thought of having anything, especially a fat cock in my arsehole gave me nightmares. But this guy was relentless. He would keep asking for it and I would refuse. It was his birthday. And I decided it's time I gave him a surprise. We got ourself checked in to a room in the outskirts of Alleppey. And just as we got started, I got on my fours and spread my arse cheeks and begged like the pornstars he likes.

"Fuck my arsehole...please. Fuck me like a slut".

It was also the first time I used the word slut to describe myself. And that made me wet.

Fortunately he had loads of lube and he emptied it all in my arsehole. But it hurt. Butt. Hurt. I screamed. I yelped. I screeched. But he didn't stop. He knew if I changed my mind he wouldn't get a piece of my arse. So, he fucked me like he paid me. And after some time the pain was replaced by pleasure. The 'nooo...uffff it hurts' 'aarrrghhhh...fuck it's paining' became 'yessss...mhmmm' and 'aaaahhh...I'm cumming'.

And I came. For the first time I came from anal sex. And ever since then I have been an anal slut.

My arsehole has seen many cocks and their cum since then. And it is still quite tight and puckers at the thought of being stretched.

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I'm Nidhi, aged 24, hailing from Kerala and living in the Silicon Valley of India. I live with my boyfriend who is quite older to me. But this post is not about him. It's about me. It's about why I believe I'm such a good kitten.

1. I love sex. But more importantly I love to serve my partner when in heat. I am your perfect kitten. The perfect sub. Without you asking I'll suck your cock sloppily, ride you like a demon, and beg you to fuck me more. Unlike your wife or girlfriend, I never say no to sex. Or say that I've headache even if I do.

2. I love cum. I mean it. I'm a cum whore. I swallow every drop of cum like it's the tastiest Italian dessert. Yes, that would be a red flag for a man who wants to settle with me. But hey, I don't cheat if you feed me your cum and fuck me daily.

3. I love it kinky. Dirty Talking, taboo, pain sex, BDSM, choking, spanking, yes please! I'll beg you to fuck me even after you are spent. And I'll suck your cock and rim your arsehole until you are hard again and beg you to drill my holes. I love it if you treat me like a slut in sheets. Call me names. Abuse me. I love it.

4. I keep stomach full and balls empty. Yes, like a good wifey I cook-- because I love cooking and I keep your balls empty because I love sucking cock. That's how I keep my man happy. And loyal.

5. I wake you up with a blowjob or let you use my holes. I put you to sleep by tiring you out. And my seduction game with lingerie is strong. So, I make sure my man is always satiated. In fact watching him cum makes me want to fuck more.

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I'm Nidhi, a 24 year old girl living in Bangalore. Last night when my boyfriend lay in bed with me, his cock still half erect, sweaty and still huffing after a rough and intense sex session with me. His hands roamed over my waxed pussy and began to reminisce about how we met.

My boyfriend's version: He was in a different city for work. And we spent all the hours of the day and night chatting and sending each other memes. And when he finally reached the city, we went out, got drunk, and kissed. The next day he proposed me and I accepted.

It was a perfect rom-com. Except it wasn't.

The days leading upto him coming to town, he thought I was living alone in my apartment. But no. I was in bed with my ex.

My version: January 2, 6PM: It was the day my ex visited the city. This was a trip planned before we decided to call it off. We had already booked a hotel to meet and since it was paid for I genuinely thought it would be silly not to go. So I went.

7PM: When I met him, I lost my senses and we kissed. And soon I was on top of him. Our cloths came off. And I began to suck his cock. It was a little musty but I didn't care. I was horny. Why? I don't know. It was...wrong. So, I kept sucking it. I sucked him off sloppily, the way I had never sucked his cock.

8PM: By now, I was begging to be fucked. He didn't have condoms. Neither did I. We could have ordered it but I didn't want to wait. So, I asked him to fuck me raw. It wasn't our first. He was my partner. Was. Was. Was. Now I was attracted to another man. But here I was, bending over, with my arse up in the air begging my WAS to fuck me.

8:30 PM: My phone was buzzing. It was him. My current boyfriend. And beside the phone was me, moaning and screaming, biting the pillow as my ex fucked me rough. He was visibly upset and angry and vented it all out in my pussy. I liked it. It was the first time he rammed his cock into my cunt and called me a slut. I came.

We ordered in something. I didn't know what. But as I ate I texted my (now) boyfriend and told him that I was having dinner and that I was going to bed. I didn't lie. I just didnt tell him going to bed with whom.

The rest of the night, he ploughed my cunt in ways that I thought made me feel like a slut. He was emotional in parts. And angry later. Either way he used my body. I let him.

And as he fucked, as I sucked him, as I rode him, I thought of the man I was attracted to, the man I was texting all day, the man who would propose me a couple of days later. That night at 4 in the morning, as I lay with my ex, naked, and his cum on my tits, I texted him. He was awake. He was excited that I was awake too.

We talked, sweet nothings. Little did he know his soon to be girlfriend was being a slut while he romanticised. I argued that I wasn't his girlfriend yet. I wasnt cheating.

But was I truly being honest?

I'm Nidhi, a 24 year old girl living in Bangalore. Last night when my boyfriend lay in bed with me, his cock still half erect, sweaty and still huffing after a rough and intense sex session with me. His hands roamed over my waxed pussy and began to reminisce about how we met.

My boyfriend's version: He was in a different city for work. And we spent all the hours of the day and night chatting and sending each other memes. And when he finally reached the city, we went out, got drunk, and kissed. The next day he proposed me and I accepted.

It was a perfect rom-com. Except it wasn't.

The days leading upto him coming to town, he thought I was living alone in my apartment. But no. I was in bed with my ex.

My version: January 2, 6PM: It was the day my ex visited the city. This was a trip planned before we decided to call it off. We had already booked a hotel to meet and since it was paid for I genuinely thought it would be silly not to go. So I went.

7PM: When I met him, I lost my senses and we kissed. And soon I was on top of him. Our cloths came off. And I began to suck his cock. It was a little musty but I didn't care. I was horny. Why? I don't know. It was...wrong. So, I kept sucking it. I sucked him off sloppily, the way I had never sucked his cock.

8PM: By now, I was begging to be fucked. He didn't have condoms. Neither did I. We could have ordered it but I didn't want to wait. So, I asked him to fuck me raw. It wasn't our first. He was my partner. Was. Was. Was. Now I was attracted to another man. But here I was, bending over, with my arse up in the air begging my WAS to fuck me.

8:30 PM: My phone was buzzing. It was him. My current boyfriend. And beside the phone was me, moaning and screaming, biting the pillow as my ex fucked me rough. He was visibly upset and angry and vented it all out in my pussy. I liked it. It was the first time he rammed his cock into my cunt and called me a slut. I came.

We ordered in something. I didn't know what. But as I ate I texted my (now) boyfriend and told him that I was having dinner and that I was going to bed. I didn't lie. I just didnt tell him going to bed with whom.

The rest of the night, he ploughed my cunt in ways that I thought made me feel like a slut. He was emotional in parts. And angry later. Either way he used my body. I let him.

And as he fucked, as I sucked him, as I rode him, I thought of the man I was attracted to, the man I was texting all day, the man who would propose me a couple of days later. That night at 4 in the morning, as I lay with my ex, naked, and his cum on my tits, I texted him. He was awake. He was excited that I was awake too.

We talked, sweet nothings. Little did he know his soon to be girlfriend was being a slut while he romanticised. I argued that I wasn't his girlfriend yet. I wasnt cheating.

But was I truly being honest?