It was the twenty first day of the thirty day programme of personality grooming class. There were only fifteen students in the batch. The instructor was teaching us the basics of communication. Everyone  in the batch had the age in the range of sixteen to twenty two except me who was twenty eight years old. Everyone had the purpose to join the class, but I joined the class because I was recently fired from call centre job and I had decided to spend my leisure time to do something productive. The students were attentive to the instructor whereas my eyes were stuck on her, Khyati, she was just nineteen. She was gorgeous, had a milky white skin complexion, sharp jawline, she had a slender body shape, curvy breasts and hips. She always used to come class wearing a sleeveless top and blue jeans. She used to tie her hair in the form of ponytail. It used be a one hour class out of which I used to spend my fifteen gazing at her shaved underarm.

Since the day I saw her my only fetish was to lick and suck her armpits. I used to stalk her Instagram profile and used to jerk off her while seeing her sensual dance reel. She once told the entire class about her ambition of becoming a model upon being asked about. When I was asked about my ambition, I told them my ambition of having a beautiful family. She used to go on foot to her home. I used to ride my bike to my apartment. I once gave her lift to her home after she once asked me to drop her home as she was not feeling well that time. I have always wanted to confess before her but couldn't as I thought why would she accept me as I was nine years older than her.

I used to live in a single room apartment with an open kitchen. I sat on the mattress which was kept on the floor of my apartment. I was leaned against the pillow and carried a laptop in my lap. I was going through the job portal where I applied for multiple jobs in one go, like Accounts executive, MIS executive, store manager, business development executive etc. I applied for over twenty jobs that night. I shut the laptop and kept it aside, preparing to sleep and when my phone beeped. I picked up the phone. There was a calendar notification. It was Khyati's birthday. I had marked the calendar of her birth date which she had mentioned in her insta profile. I smiled.

I turned off the light and lay asleep, thinking about the gift. Next day, I sat on the class. Khyati was not present that day. When the class ended I drove my bike to her house. It was a single storey house. I rang the doorbell. I rang the bell again. No one responded. Upon pushing the door I found it opened. I pushed it a bit more. I walked in carrying the gift.

"Khyati?" I called.

There was no one in the living room. I heard a sobbing sound. I went near to the bedroom where Khyati sat alone. She was sobbing.

"Khyati?"

She looked at me. I entred and came to her.

"Khyati, why are you crying?"

I sat beside her.

She said, "It's my birthday today."

I nodded.

"Yeah, I know. But what's wrong?"

She wiped her tears.

"I had a best friend, Saloni. She always used to wish me on my birthday."

"Okay?"

"We had been friends for eight years since our school days. She moved to Bengaluru with her parents two years ago. Since then she hasn't called or messaged me. She doesn't even see my message."

"Did you call her?"

"Yes, I did. But her phone is always switched off. I have no idea how to talk to her."

I nodded. I couldn't understand how to react. I was there to confess before her but it turned out to be something else. I gave her the gift.

"Khyati, actually I brought you this. It's your birthday so I thought I should bring it to you."

"Oh, thank you."

She opened the gift. It was a crystal ball inside which a couple was dancing under the snowfall.

"Lovely!" She said, "It must be costly."

"Birthday comes once in a year, it's okay to spend that much on that one day."

"I loved it."

I took a deep breath.

"Khyati, actually I have always wanted to say something. Can I?"

"Yeah."

"Khyati, I know we don't know each other may be because we didn't talk a lot, but since the day I have seen you I just wanted to befriend you."

"Ah."

She nodded.

I said, "I am honestly saying Khyati, I have been two relationships before, but none of them worked out. I thought I don't deserve to be in a relationship. But since the day I have seen you, it feels like you are the one who can understand me. It's just my opinion."

The doorbell rang. Khyati opened the door. Her mother, Mrs. Kanika stood outside carrying a shopping bag in her hand. She came in. Khyati shit the door. Kanika kept the bag on the table. She looked at me.

I said, "Hi!"

I went to her.

"I am Rohan."

"Hi, Rohan."

"I just paid a visit to wish Khyati."

"Oh, thank you."

"She was sobbing when I came here."

"Ah."

She nodded.

She said, "Khyati, take the bag to the kitchen. Keep the cake in the fridge."

Khyati picked the bag and headed towards the kitchen. Kanika and I stood in the porch. She was watering plants.

She said, "Two years ago, my brother in law's family came to have a stay at our house for a month. One day, his son saw Saloni and Khyati playing in the lawn. Since that day he wanted to get close to her. Without any knowledge to our and her family, they both started meeting secretly. One day when Saloni's parents arrived their home they found both of them in compromising situation. They cut ties with our family and shifted to Banglore."

"Oh."

"Khyati doesn't have any friends here. It's good to see you that atleast you came to wish her."

"Yeah, we just know each other for last twenty days."

"Oh, what do you do actually?"

"I have just resigned from the job. I have applied for the other one. Let's see what happens."

At night, I was still thinking about her sitting on my mattress. The notification beeped on my phone. I saw the phone. It was her message.

'Thanks for the gift'

I typed, 'Glad you loved it'

'Are you coming to the class tomorrow'

I paused for a while, thinking.

'No, I have planned something else for tomorrow'

'What?'

'Movie. Interested?'

She took a few seconds to reply.

Her message came, 'Alright'.

Next morning, I arrived near her house with my bike. I honked the horn. She came out of the house wearing her sleeveless top and blue jeans through which her curves were clearly visible. She was carrying her hand purse. She sat behind me. I drove off.

We sat together in the theatre. The theatre was almost housefull. Others were busy watching the movie while I was just trying to get close to her. I casually lifted up my right hand, I scratched my hand and kept my hand on the surface of the back support of her chair. I extended my hand and caressed her shoulder while she was having popcorn. She blushed. She lounged towards me and kissed me. I rubbed my lips and blushed.

We sat before each other in the food court, having meal.

She asked, "So where do you live?"

I unlocked the door, opened it and asked her to be in. She came inside. She kept her purse on the table and strolled in the room. She stood near the window of kitchen.

"It's a good view from here."

I stood with my hands folded leaned against the wall.

"I know what you are thinking. It's too small in front of your villa."

"What? No, look how serene is it."

I came to the kitchen.

"Tea?"

"Sure."

I prepared tea while she sat on the slab playing with an apple.

She asked, "So, why did the two girls break up with you?"

"They wanted someone who is financially stable, someone with whom they don't have to adjust. I was not that kind of guy. I am going to be thirty in a couple of years but I am still trying to be settled."

She nodded. Her eyes fell on the my sketchbook kept on the table. She jumped off the slab and went to the table. She picked up the sketchbook. She opened the book. She turned over the pages in which I had made over hundred sketches. All sketches were of female models.

She asked, "You made them?"

"Yes. You loved it?"

"They look so damn good. They have sharp features."

I poured the tea into the cups. We stood in the balcony, having tea.

She asked, "From where do you get those ideas?"

"Pintrest and Brazzers."

"Brazzers? You watch porn?"

"Not all time, but sometimes whenever I feel so. Do you watch too?"

"Sometimes."

She asked, "Who is your favourite?"

"Peta Jensen. She has the best figure in the industry."

"A lot of boys like Lana Rhodes."

"What about you?"

"Well, I love to watch Black men. I don't the name but I love watching them banging young white women."

"Rico Strong, or Jax Slayher, or Flash Brown."

"I think, I have seen Jax Slayher's name on many videos. I love that tall muscular guy."

I huffed.

I washed cups at the sink. She stood beside me, facing me. She smiled first and then started pulling the strap of her top from her shoulders. She removed it. I glanced at her.

"Khyati?"

Her deep cleavage was visible through her bra. She held my shoulders, lifted up her heels and kissed me. I knew she was in mood now and I couldn't miss the chance. I left doing dishes and quickly grabbed her waist. I lifted up her in my arms and kept her on the slab. We held each other and started smooching. We ended up having a three minutes long liplock. She was holding my shoulders and I was holding her waist while we were biting each other's lips. She lifted up my T shirt and got it off my body. I became topless. She was impressed to see my seventy kg muscular physique with 22 percent fat around my abdomen. I extended my hand to her bra strap and unhooked it. I was stunned to see her round curvy white breasts with light pink nipples. She had a very slender and toned waistline without a single extra fat thanks to Mrs. Kanika's genes. I grabbed her breasts and started sucking her nipples. She pressed my head against her breasts. I kept sucking her nipples while she was moaning keeping her hand on my head. I lifted her up in my arms and went to the mattress where I laid her. I opened her jeans button. She pulled her legs in order to remove her jeans. I too removed my trousers and underwear and came upon her. She extended her hand to my face and caressed my cheek. I kissed her hand. I slipped my hand under her panty and started rubbing her vagina. She moaned.

"Ah......."

I kept rubbing it. She breathed heavily and moaned louder. Then she slowed down. I removed her panty. I pulled my pants down and the underwear too. A smiled appeared on her face when she saw my tough thick red dick which was already erected. I held my dick and massaged it in front of her. I sat and laid upon her. I placed my dick before her vagina. She gasped as she felt the head of my dick which was prepared to be deployed into her small tight hole. I tried to push my dick into her vagina but the hole was too tight. She clenched her wrist as it was paining her. It would be her first time but not mine. I had already with my two ex girlfriends many a times. Khyati was a bit scared as she had no prior experience. I pulled my dick back. I massaged it again and tried it again. I rubbed her shoulder to calm her down. She made a cry face as I was trying to insert my dick into her hole.

I kissed her lips and caressed her cheek.

"Nothing will happen Khyati, just don't cry."

She nodded. I kept by elbows beside her and pushed my dick into her fully in the second try. She quickly pressed her mouth with her palm. She gasped. I stopped. I pulled it back and then again, 'WHACK', I pushed in. She was trying to suppress her screaming voice under her palm but I could hear her. I knew it would definitely pain her as it was her first time, I tried to soft before her, I didn't mean to hurt her but deep inside I knew I had always been waiting for the day as my fetish had almost became true.  I had to ignore her cry if I had to make it. I pulled it back again and then pushed my dick into her. I kept doing it for multiple times. She removed her palm from her mouth. She clenched her wrist and grabbed the mattress to divert her pain. She pressed her lips, trying not to make her sound. I could hear her groan with her closed lips. She pressed her lips hard, trying her best not to make a sound. I kept screwing her, ignoring her face and kept by eyes on her juicy boobs which were bouncing as I thrusted her.

She kept both her hands on her face, her pain had grown sharper. It's one of the best feeling for a man if he ever gets a chance to sleep with a young virgin and inaugurate her tight vagina by ripping it with his dick. I could understand what Khyati was going through that moment but it had to happen some day. If it wasn't me someone else would have screwed her and had tore her pussy apart. She started sobbing. She pushed my chest with her one hand.

"Rohan...... Rohan......"

I knew she wanted me to stop but I couldn't leave her until I was done. How could I leave that young beautiful white girl too early? I kept drilling her and increased my thrust. She sobbed, and cried loudly.

"Rohan......."

She was moving her head continuously facing off me as she just wanted to get rid of me. She held my hands. I kissed her legs and wrapped my hands around her face and kept moving. Her cry grew louder. She held me waist, trying to push me off but couldn't lift me thanks to her light and soft hands. How could such a soft, thin and light girl could lift a heavy muscular man like me. Taking the advantage of my heavy weight I kept her pressed under me. She screamed louder filling the room with her echoing voice. I slowed down later on. Her moaning voice also slowed down as I went softer. She put her hands above her head, and kept moaning with her eyes closed. I stoop towards her and sniffed her underarm. Her underarm smelled the mixed odour of her lotion and sweat. I kept sniffing it as it felt like a heaven. I took my tongue and started licking her white creamy, sweaty underarm. I kissed and sucked it. I grabbed her breasts and sucked her nipple and then I sat before her, pulling my dick out of her. She felt a sight of relief. She bent her right knees and caressed her with her finger. I stood up. I pulled up my underwear and went to the balcony. I held the railings and looked at the park outside. I turned around. I jumped and grabbed the rod mounted on the wall. I pulled myself and started doing pull-ups.

Khyati came to the balcony without clothes. She looked at me and my biceps which were pumping while I was doing workout. I left the rod and landed on the ground.

I asked, "Are you okay?"

She smiled and nodded. I picked up a water bottle, opened the lid and drank. I gave the bottle to her.

"Tired?"

She looked at the bottle and then me.

"Why you were not stopping?"

I smirked and walked in. She followed.

She asked, "Rohan, I am asking something."

I turned around.

"What? What's your problem?"

"I am asking why you were not stopping even after I told you to stop many times."

"Because I didn't want to."

"Don't you know, when girl asks the boy to stop, then he should stop. Do you have any idea how much it was paining to me?"

"A girl must suffer through the pain while having sex and the boy must not stop screwing her until he is not done."

"Are you out of your mind? Haven't you heard no means no?"

"No means no is just a myth created by feminists who can't suffer the pain given by their partners."

"I thought you were a good man, you turned out to be someone else."

"Who said I am a good man? Just because I wished you on your birthday, or I behaved well with your big ass mom."

I held her wrist.

"Let me tell you, I befriend you because I wanted to sleep with you. Since the day I saw you my only fetish was to screw you."

"Leave me."

She tried hard to get rid of me, but I didn't leave her wrist. She tried to slap with her other hand but I held that too. I lifted her up on my shoulders and tossed her onto the mattress. She fell on it facing the mattress and her breasts pressed against it. I pushed and removed my underwear. Before she could even move I laid upon her and pushed her back with my tough hands keeping her pressed on the mattress. I held her hips with my other hand. I spread them and inserted my dick into her butthole. She screamed as she had no idea that someone would screw her butthole too after her pussy. I held her shoulders and started pounding her asshole. She thumped on the mattress as she cried. While I was screwing her she moved her legs ups and down as she wanted to get rid of me at any cost.

"Rohan...," she cried, "Leave me, Rohan..., please......"

"If you really want to get rid of me, then do it yourself, bitch."

I slapped her cheek and kept on drilling her. I kept my hands beside her shoulders and legs beside her legs. I pulled myself up and then resumed drilling her. I picked up her panty and made her to put it into her mouth. She kept on crying while pressing her undergarment into her mouth.

"Before you the two girls with whom I broke up were the ones who I screwed multiple times. I left them once I thought I was done with them."

I kept on pounding her and enjoyed her sobbing.

I continued, "I didn't befriend them because I loved them. I just wanted to teach them lesson. They used to think they were leading us, managing us and controlling us. How could a woman control a man like me? That's when I thought to screw both of them."

I slowed down, I sat on my knees. I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me, making her to sit on her knees too. I extended my hand and caught her neck while sitting behind her and resumed pounding her with a pause but with harder stroke. She groaned as she was stroked.

"I just wanted to make them realise their place. No matter how much do you achieve in your life, no matter how higher you go in your career, when it comes to sex you'll always be screwed by a man. You'll always be dominated on the bed and you have no right to control a man. Khyati, you bitch, you are weak."

She was crying as I was neither slowing nor stopping even after knowing about her pain because that's the one I had always wanted to give her. I spanked her hips twice while doing do. I reached orgasm. I pulled my dick out of her. I came in front of her. She had closed her eyes as she was fully drained. I slapped her cheek, held her and pushed my dick into her mouth and inserted it fully to her throat. She coughed and tried to get her mouth off my dick, I kept holding her hair and thrusted my penis into her mouth again and again. She got her mouth off my dick, she coughed and spit on the floor. She groaned and held her neck as her throat was paining. I grabbed her hair, pulled and slapped her tightly. I again I pushed my dick into her mouth and thrusted again while she sobbed. I took my dick out and left her. She lay on the mattress completly drained. I sat on my knees jerking off my dick. I spanked her hips which had gone red and ejaculated on them. She fell asleep.

She woke up in the late evening, I was smoking in the balcony. I went inside.

I said, "Go, have a bath. I'll drop you home then."

I arrived at her house. She got off my bike.

"Go, tell your mother how much did we enjoy."

She stepped towards her house. My phone rang. I attended the call.

"Hello."

"Mr. Rohan Trivedi."

"Yes?"

"Your application for MIS executive has been shortlisted. Can you come for the interview tomorrow?"

"Sure?"

Days later, I was working as an MIS executive at a medium sized firm. The human resource executive, Anisha was working at her desk. I went to her and placed a gift before her.

"Happy Birthday, Anisha."

She looked at me and I winked. I came out of her cabin, smirking.