Hello my name is Saira (changed). Let me tell you a bit about myself. I am a fair and good looking UP girl with a slightly voluptuous body. My figure is 34-29-35. I am 24 years old now. I am a medical doctor by profession. This is a real story with very minor and irrelevant details changed. Note this is not exactly a sex story, but it’s a romantic and dirty story between a Hindu boy and a Muslim girl. A fetish that we both have that we call the meat fetish is also discussed. So those who just want a quick sex story, please don’t read.
So my tale starts when I got admission into a medical college in Pune and I decided to move there as PG. I was a young 18 year old girl getting out of my home for the first time. I decided to get a single bedroom house in Pune rather than stay in the hostel, but I was finding it very hard to find something in a decent place because I had a Muslim name. Further harder since I was a single girl. The area where Muslims tended to stay are less posh, and farther off from my college. My problem got eventually, I found a home using my friend’s ID (the photo is never so clear in a photocopy). In my new home my name was Vaishali Sharma.
So let me tell you a bit about the new apartment. It was on the top floor of a three storied building. The ground floor was where the owners lived. The 1st floor was let out to an NGO and I resided in the 2nd floor. The house owners were members of Hare Krishna and they were hardcore vegetarians and vashnavites. They had only one son and he was studying in class XII and was trying to get into an IIT. This boy used to study on the roof – so I used to see him somewhat frequently. His name, well I cannot tell it here, so let us use the name “Swami” for him.
So Swami was a very innocent but studious chap. He wasn’t the most intelligent, but he was extremely hardworking. In fact I haven’t met a more hardworking person in my entire life. I, on the other hand, have always been clever and lazy.
Physically Swami was very attractive and he was a total hulk with a lean mean waist and wide shoulders.
Since I had a very positive impression in the minds of the house owner – I was a medical college student at all, so they requested me to teach him Physics and Chemistry. I too agreed since I really liked Swami and that is how our story began. So I started teaching him Swami was very attentive but forgetful.
On the day of Rakshabandhan, I tied a Rakhi on his hands. I didn’t believe in that festival or its significance, since I am a Muslim, but I had to still tie because – I was supposed to “Vaishali Sharma”.
One day four months before his entrance exams, Swami proposed to me and said that he had deep feelings for me. I was shocked, I asked him how can he do that – when I tied rakhi in his hands. He told me that it was the saddest day in his life, but he had never accepted me in his heart as a sister. I said I will think about it and we never spoke about this for the next week.
Then next week he told me that he knows my secret. He said that he knew that I am Saira not Vaishali! This shocked me. I begged him not to tell anyone, but he said – “You don’t have to beg me at all. I love you and I will NEVER betray you, even if you break my heart”.
At this moment, Swami was wearing a black banyan and bermudas his body was somewhat exposed and his huge quads were to be seen too. Emotionally too I felt very connected to Swami, so I started a relationship with him. We were in love, we were hugging and kissing a lot.
When the results came, Swami had not managed to crack the IIT entrance and Swami decided to join BSc in Computer Science. He was heart broken and very sad. Even his parents were out for a few hours, so he was in my home and crying. I just couldn’t console him. So I decided to hug him and console him. I told him that in a way this is good, because we don’t have to separated.
Those words made him so angry, he said “You selfish bitch! You are happy that you can be around me rather than feeling bad for me”. Those words really hurt me and I started crying. He came close to me and consoled me, but I kept turning my face away from him. He finally forcibly turned my face to face him and our eyes came into contact. We were caught in the moment, and I ended up kissing him.
This kiss became a prolonged smooching session. He carried me to the sofa and made me sit in his lap facing him and he got rid of my top and started kissing me all over my breasts. I let go of myself completely and stretched my hands outwards, he licked all over my breasts and licked my armpits too making it all totally wet.
He told me “Saira jaan, you look sexy in your jeans and bare breasts.”
Me: “So you don’t want to get rid of my pants? You want to keep licking my tits all day?”
Hearing my words, he held my legs and pulled it towards him, allowing me to drop! Thus I was lying on his lap with my feet pointing towards the ceiling. He now got rid of my jeans and panties and started licking my pussy hungrily. He made me orgasm once just by licking.
Then he carried me into the bedroom, and made me lie down. He started kissing my face and licking it, while pumping me hungrily. I was in the height of lustful frenzy and orgasmed two more times before he came. Before he came, he removed his dick from my pussy and he spilt his cum all over me. I wiped my body with my bare hands and licked the cum sticking to my hands hungrily.
Then we got dressed. He asked me if I won’t bath. I was feeling a bit lazy then, but I wanted to sound sexy rather than lazy and so I told him “I want your fluids all over me, my dear Swami!” But the moment those words escaped my mouth, I felt arousal again (and so did he). But he had to go downstairs, since his family could come back any moment. So swami was happy now, he was going to take admission into a BSc college here and we were going to continue our relationship. Uncle and Aunty were both working, so we had plenty of free time to play around! Our sex was always very sultry from now.
While we were having sex, we realized that we have a great love for each others saliva. He especially loved the smell of my saliva on his face. I used to lick his face copiously like a dog making it all wet and shiny. He used to lick my face, my neck, my arms, my breasts.
We used to allow this saliva to cool and dry off and smell it. We both found the smell very intoxicating. We realized that we are not the regular kind of lovers and we loved doing nasty things with our mouth. Swami was such a pervert had he asked me not to brush my mouth early in the morning and he would come top floor without brushing after his parents left for work and then we would indulge in kissing followed by sex. We just loved each other’s morning breath.
Life and love kept going smoothly until one Sunday when I decided to prepare Omelet since I thought the owners were not at home. But to my horror, aunty came in and she realized that I am preparing Omelet. She scolded me a lot and told me that Brahmins shouldn’t eat non-veg. She wanted me to even vacate the place. How could I vacate? I was in love with Swami. I begged for forgiveness and told her my doctors had advised me to eat that’s why I ate. I kept saying sorry, so she forgave me and warned that I should never cook non-veg in their house. This made me really angry, but I tolerated.
Then a really evil thought came to my mind after she left, I was going to make her son eat meat at least once. I was also going to make her son procure non-veg for me.
So when I got some time alone with Swami the next day, I told him what happened with his mother. He really apologized.
I said “I am still hurt and this pain won’t go away”.
He: “What can I do to make you feel better?”
Me: “You should buy me non-veg yourself sometimes. I will feel better if you do that”
He: “okay!”
I was surprised to note how quickly Swami agreed to my request. So the next day, Swami got me some tandoori chicken for me. He was about to leave, but I asked him to stay.
Then I unpacked it and took a leg piece and started tearing the bone out of me. He was staring at me with hunger and lust. Noticing them, I started eating in a more sensual way – licking the chicken, letting juice drip from my lips and chin and I even wiped my lips with the back of my palm. All this made him very aroused.
So I walked to him and took the piece of meat close to him. I placed the place where I chewed meat close to his lips, he licked it and took a gentle bite, but he was finding it very chewy and hard to eat. But I continued to pressure him to eat, he tried as much as he can but couldn’t manage much. Seeing his discomfort, I told him “I have had enough of tandoori chicken, now let me eat a hotdog”.
I stripped his jeans and started sucking his dick. I was handling his dick in a very sensual way. I licked it, sucked on it, spat on it, made it wet and rubbed the dick all over my face and kept doing this – giving him a very dirty and nasty blowjob.
He came quickly and I swallowed every drop of cum. I then reached up to his face and kissed him and thanked him for my meal of tandoori chicken and cum.
The next day Swami talked to me and told me that he really wanted to eat meat with me, but he was finding it very hard to eat – since he was raised a vegetarian. Further, he felt very guilty about killing a poor animal for food.
I knew my swami for the dirty bastard he was. So I told him “I too respect animals and I think their lives are precious. But you and I are more precious and its their job to satisfy our hunger and lust dear Swami”. Hearing this really turned on Swami and he agreed to be open-minded and eat meat with me. I was secretly happy for having converted Swami to a non-veg. This was strangely seductive and I wanted to eat as much meat as I could with him. Uncle and Aunt were about to go out to attend a wedding 10 days later and I had a secret plan.
So when Uncle and Aunty left for the wedding – Swami and I got a whole long weekend for ourselves. I decided to celebrate something like Body Sushi or “Nyotaimori” with him. In Nyotaimori, raw fish sushi is served on top of a naked woman and the food is eaten off the women. I was going to do the same thing, but with cooked meat.
I purchased 1 kg mutton and sliced them thin and grilled them. Then I took a bath and I left a message for Swami, asking him to come in half an hour. I lied down in bed and covered my body from top to bottom in grilled mutton. Swami was going to have to eat the meat off of me.
I placed a few slices of grilled mutton on my forehead, then on my chin, then under my collar bone. I covered my titties with lots of meat – so that my breasts were more or less covered, then I placed some more on my belly and I placed some on my thighs and pussy. I couldn’t reach below that!
Half an hour later when Swami came. I was covered from top to bottom in meat and there was still some meat left on plate. Swamis eyes widened with lust. I couldn’t find any guilt in his eyes. But to seduce him even more I told him “A single goat can satisfy the lust and hunger of thirty more couples like us. So don’t feel guilty jaanu. Come eat your girlfriend and the goat!”
Those words were enough! Swami jumped on me like a hungry ravenous wolf. He started eating mutton off my face. He started chewing it then kissing me sharing the meat with me. I ensured to make him meaty and dirty, by licking his face with the meat paste in my mouth. Swami was over the edge by the time he reached my titties. He was eating the mouth while licking my boobs. My boobs were getting covered with the mix of goat meat paste and I was feeling wonderful.
He now worked his way to my pussy and he licked it hungrily until I orgasmed, After I orgasmed, he inserted his rock hard dick inside and started banging me. Swami was an expert at holding himself until I could take it no longer. It took me six orgasms before he came all over me. We slept naked with all the dirty food around us.
Early in the morning, Swami licked me clean with his unbrushed raw morning mouth and aroused me sufficiently and when I was fully awake he again inserted his hard organ into my tender pussy and started banging me. I quickly orgasmed twice and I was breathless. We now started chatting romantically and he said “You are a lovely nasty evil bitch. But you are my lovely nasty evil bitch. I love you Saira. I love you from the depths of my heart”. I was feeling exhilarated and happy. Life was good.
Swami had now developed a deep meat fetish and he wanted to eat meat off of me and with me while having sex. He wanted this almost every time. Why should I lie? Even I had developed a deep fetish for now.
Now I had one more desire. I wanted to go hunting with Swami. But I wasn’t sure how to broach this topic.
So I once told him “So the researchers are talking of in-vitro meat. That is meat made in lab rather than from slaughter. Would you like that? Or would you prefer meat from live animals”
He said “Living animals would be natural and tasty”.
I said “Even lab meat will taste exactly the same, then?”
He said “But I would still prefer conventional meat”
I told him “Admit it! You are a killer aren’t you? It turns you on that some bakra gets shaheeded for your pleasure”.
Swami simply blushed. This innocence combined with perversion is what I love most about Swami!
But my purpose was served. I realized that Swami was not just enjoying meat, but also the fact that this meat came from animals.
So a week later, I asked if he would be interested in hunting pigeons? He said – “Sure we can hunt when we go on an outing, but can we grill there too?”
I said “Of course, darling! We can grill”
So Swami and I went to a relatively uninhabited outing near Pune for hunting. I was so excited. So we settled down and decided to take a good spot and try our aim. Swami was a really bad and inexperienced hunter while I had a decent enough aim to shoot down steady moving or stationary birds. We decided to shoot 2 birds, one each. It was Swami’s turn first, and he kept missing! So I decided to help him and we shot down a bird. Swami was so excited and we kissed each other deeply.
Now it was my turn, but I still held his hands and helped him shoot down a second bird. I then asked him: “We have enough meat. Do you want to stop or do you want me to teach you more?” He wanted to practice more, but we really wanted to down birds (haha). So after downing 20 pigeons, we decided to stop. I cleaned and grilled 2 pigeons and we decided to throw the rest. After we finished our grill pigeons, we both started kissing. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.
We kissed and smooched hungrily, licked each other’s faces and he made me naked. It felt dangerous to be naked in the wild. What if someone came. But the pleasure of being banged despite the danger – ohhh there was nothing like that.
Our lustful, carnivorous, carnal, romantic life continued. The year was 2011 and I was ready to graduate from medical school and he was ready to graduate with a BSc. Swami had become a really good and hardworking coder and he decided to start his own firm and I decided to start my own clinic.
By 2013, Swami had established a highly successful business and my parents informed me that they had seen a good boy for me and I was to get married. When I told Swami this, he was heartbroken – he didn’t want me to get married. I asked him if he wants to marry me. He said yes! And that’s how we got married. Both our families cut off all ties with us, but we don’t really miss them and their narrow-mindedness since we have each other.
I have to finish now. Swami is going to be back from work anytime soon, and we have to lots of fun to have. Yes, we still do everything we did before our wedding but only with more passion and frequency!
I hope you enjoyed my little romantic story.
Nasty Saira And Naive Swami – An Interfaith Love Story
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