I had just finished a bottle of wine and realized making myself cum using my fingers just wasn't doing the trick. It had been so long since I had a co...k in me. I needed one now. I decided to shower and go out alone to see what trouble I could get in. After I showered, I searched for 20 minutes for the perfect outfit. I decided on a tan, flowing skirt that stopped mid thigh along with a white lace tank top and tan and white wedge sandals. I was feeling risky so I decided to go without a bra and. I readily gave my cell number. Soon that night, I received a message from her. I was surprised to receive a message from her, but I also replied immediately. Then we daily kept on messaging each other. We also started sharing jokes & she seemed to become very friendly with me now. I also observed unusual change in her way of dressing. Now she never covered her whole body with the pallu of her saree. Instead, she used to cover her body as normally women do at their homes. Still, she did not. She pulled down my blue jeans leaving only my underwear with a large wet spot where her High Heels had made me cum. She pulled me to her and began kissing the wet spot leaving her Red Lip outline on my shorts. She licked the spot and within minutes my cock was hard as a rock. She stopped for a minute to reapply her Lipstick and then pulled my shorts down and put her Red Lipsticked Mouth around my cock, her head slowly moving back and forth leaving Red marks on my cock. I saw her reach down. "Master.." I whimper, barely able to choke out the one word. He smiles down at me, having accomplished what he set out to do. I'm no longer horny or in need, the thought of him being with someone else literally turning my stomach. "Get up." He says quietly, his voice firm. I raise to my feet and begin to walk upstairs to my room that's adjoined with his. I bite my lip, trying to keep from crying any harder, my body trembling with the effort. He pushes me into my room and closes the door behind.