Urbanslut Stories

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The Shop Floor Guys

by urbanslut on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

I always felt a strange kind of kinship with Kajal. Both of us were women in the heavily male-dominated world of machine tools. I was the only woman in the dozen-strong sales team of a small machine tool manufacturing firm, the archetypal "small and medium business". Kajal was the only female among the half or dozen or so interns we had hired from a local en...

Nights at the Gas Station Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

"Uh-oh!" Jill said, and I looked up from my book. I followed her worried gaze to the parking spot outside the door. Through the glass walls, I could see a big fat black guy had gotten out of a Ford pick-up, and was ambling towards the door. "What's the matter?" I said. "I hope we're not getting...you know... robbed." she said, reaching for a can of pepper...

Chess Game Ch. 03

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Chapter 3: The Endgame "So Prerna, what have you decided?" the colonel asked, chewing on his pipe, "If I can't checkmate you in 20 moves, in a no-time-limit game, you get it all back. If I can, you lose those cute panties." I looked at him and then at the major, surprised that neither of them had thought it fit to explain to me why they had let the maid in...

My Struggles with Trupti Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Feb 6, 2018
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

There I sat, naked and bound to a chair. The rope was tightly bound over my boobs, digging into my nipples, hurting them, making my massive boobs look like four globes instead of two. A rope ran over my crotch too, digging into my labia, rubbing against my clit, creating a painful yet pleasant sensation. Trupti stood a few feet away from me. Also completely...

Naked Delhi Daredevilry Ch. 02

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

After that night of prancing about nude in my balcony and around my building, I embraced my new naked risk-taking hobby with the enthusiasm of a new convert. I could not do anything for a while after that night, because Anagha, my air-hostess roommate was back in town. But luckily, Anagha informed me that in a few days, she would be gone for a week for some...

The Shop Floor Guys Ch. 02

by urbanslut on Aug 31, 2017
Group Sex

"Kanika.... wake up, Kanika!!" I opened my eyes sleepily and saw Rohan combing his hair in front of the mirror. "You're finally awake!" he smiled at me "Looks like you were really tired after last night. Didn't have energy to put on a nightgown, did you?" I looked at him quizzically, and then looked down at myself... I was naked! I never slept in the nude...

On the Road Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Sep 26, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Dave took his foot off the pedal and stepped on the brakes lightly, bringing the car to a a halt. We were now right in front of a small "paan" shack on the Bombay-Agra highway somewhere in Northern Maharashtra. It was 3 in the afternoon, and the sun was shining bright. Dave put the car in neutral and looked at me. "You know what I want." he said. I nodded...

The New Boss

by urbanslut on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

Hi all. Taking a break from my series stories to write this relatively "short" one part story. Trying something different here. Narrating in third person and not in first person as usual. Also, there is very little elaborate description of actual sex like in my other stories. I think the fun is all in the build-up, the situation and the twist. I enjoyed writ...

The Sales Star Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Note: This story, like many others I have written, has a slow build-up. It's a multi-part story, with multi-page parts, and the hot-and-heavy "action" won't appear until much later. So if you dislike long build-ups and attention to detail, give this one a miss. * It was a Saturday morning in our apartment in the Bombay suburbs. I sat on the edge of the ba...

Abandoned Building Homeless Voyeur

by urbanslut on Sep 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Note - This is a slightly different story from my usual ones. Narrates in the third person but from individual perspectives. And low on wham-bam action. HIM He groaned at the pain in his arms as he gingerly climbed over the barbed wire fence, careful to avoid getting pricked again. The last time he tried to climb it, one of the spikes had cut his thigh an...