My Sri Lankan Obsession Pt. 02

After my evening with Anitha, I was much more at ease. I found I was able to focus on my work better, I slept better and my body was less stressed.

And I thought about going back.

What was she? She was not a kept woman, or a prostitute, or... was she?

Well, yes of course she was a prostitute. I mean, I paid her for her sexual services, didn't I? So I shouldn't be having feelings for her. I can't actually believe that I am special to her. I can't think that she is thinking of me, looking forward to being with me. Surely she is simply doing this for men as her livelihood. She's a freelancer, who's figured out her craft, and seemingly mastered how to please a man and make a man feel special and comforted in a chaotic world.

While these thoughts were in my mind, suddenly I thought about intercourse with her. Afterall she was offering me to enter her vagina, and while I was in her warm clutches, I was staring at it and feeling very attracted to penetrating her. I felt an urge to have the front of my body against the front of her body, to feel the warmth and tenderness, to feel her large breasts against my chest, and to have my cock reach deep inside her warmth. This urge, this idea, gave me a strong and full erection. I wanted to explode and flow right inside her warm and loving vagina...

But hold on, big guy, how many men have been in there, without cover? Is that what she was suggesting, having sex without a condom? Is that what she does with men? That would be crazy for me to do. That would be inviting an STD.

No, don't penetrate her. Just do more of the same. And maybe a little bit more.

What's this shaving idea? I was also very ready to jump into that one. Yeah I know a lot of young men in western countries shave their crotch these days. Of course young women do it, and in fact I've read a majority of women in western countries completely shave their pubic hair, in all ages. Some men will just trim their pubic hair, to make their member look bigger. And some will shave smooth to encourage oral sex.

Shaving is something I never considered for myself. So let's play that out. I'm not a hairy man, and I don't have hair on my belly or ass. My legs have hair but not much, and my thighs have very little, actually. So being hairless in my crotch would not look bizarre like a great big bare spot in the middle of all this body hair.

But if I'm shaved there, it would only be smooth for, what, a few days? Over a week? I wasn't sure. If it's anything like shaving my face, I'd have stubble after a few days. What does stubble on my scrotum feel like? That doesn't sound too comfortable.

Well if it is uncomfortable, then for how long? The hair will grow back and then it will become like it is now, which is something I'm used to.

So if I do get shaved down there, I can have her shave me again, and keep it smooth, or deal with the stubble for a short time, and then have my pubic hair again.

Well okay... but why go through all that? Why should I be hairless in my crotch?

Oh, man, because... because Anitha would be doing it to me. Because I'd be completely trusting her and surrendering to her with my balls, and she'd be shaving me there. It was something she suggested, something she wanted to do to me, and I couldn't get it out of my mind.

I let her hold my cock and balls, and suck me empty, in her own special way, in her magical way. I gave my cock and balls to her touch and her mouth, and she took me to sensations and satisfactions I'd never felt before.

She said my balls would be more sensitive if there is no hair. I don't know if that is true, but I'm ready to follow her on this, because I feel she knows how to make my balls feel good. She knows a man's balls.

Oh my god, I think I just convinced myself that yes, oh yes, I want her to shave me down there. I will let her do anything.

How can this be? How am I finding her so erotic, so sexually exciting? Why am I feeling an erection whenever I think of her, like I'm having an erection right now? She is not beautiful, but very plain-looking. She doesn't have a great figure but rather is pudgy and her breasts sag. The much younger paid girls were more beautiful, with more attractive figures.

But Anitha is very erotic. She held my genitals with confidence and warmth, and with care. She undressed me and undressed herself like she knows how to uncover sex - with anticipation and allure. Her voice and her words were gentle and seductive, yet seemingly so natural that they were not intentional.

I felt no interest in seeing the paid girls anymore. They are cardboard and empty and unsatisfying. I wanted only Anitha to give my body her attention. The massage she gave me at the end penetrated right into my muscles and felt great.

About three weeks after that evening with her, I texted her, asking if I could visit the next evening. About an hour later, she replied yes, and this made me feel so excited. That night, I was so anxious that I had a hard time falling asleep, rolling around alot, just thinking about her holding me again in that special way. I was excited that, yes, it's going to happen again.

"Hello mister Henry," she greeted me at the door. "I am glad you came back," she said with a smile, as she stepped back to let me inside the house.

She was wearing a different sari this time, a faded pink one wrapped around her between her breasts and thighs, and the same plastic slippers. This time, she reached over and hugged me with both hands on my back.

"It is good to be back," I told her as I felt her hands dig into my shoulders and her breasts pressed to my chest.

"Please come upstairs, my dear," she said, as she moved to the narrow stairs, looking back towards me.

I followed her up the stairs and right into the bedroom. She turned to face me and put her hands on my arms to look at me.

"Are you more relaxed now?" she asked. As she looked into my eyes, she put a hand on my face and paused. "You are feeling a little excitement?"

"Yeah..." I managed to say, "I am a little more comfortable now, I mean, more than last time... but yeah I am a little excited, I suppose."

"I understand my dear," she soothingly said. "Would you like me to take care of you? Come to bed."

I took a step towards the bed, and then stopped. "Oh wait, I want to pay you." I took from my pocket more cash than the previous time, and held it out to her. "Is this okay?"

She took it, looked at the amount, and smiled. "Yes, thank you my dear," and left the room for a minute.

As I had a chance to be alone before she returned, I looked around more closely. There was an old wood dresser with a basin and towels, and a wood chair with garments on it. And little else in the room.

"Come to bed?" I heard her softly say behind me.

As I turned to look at her, she came to me and calmly nudged my arm towards the bed.

I sat on it and she said "do you want to take your clothes off?"

"Yes but can you help me again?" I realized maybe she didn't remember that detail from last time.

"Yes of course my dear."

She leaned into me and lifted my t-shirt up, and I felt her arms and shoulders against me, as I lifted my own arms up for her. Then she reached down and took off my shoes and socks.

"I want to take off your pants," she said gently.

I lay back on the bed as she knelt next to me, and pulled my trousers down.

She paused as she looked at the obvious erection in my briefs, and then pulled the trousers down my legs and off me completely. Then she unwrapped her sari, uncovering herself, and this time she wasn't wearing any panties as her pubic bush faced my gaze.

"You like?" she asked.

"Oh yes I like very much... Can I, can I put my face on you?"

"Oh of course, my dear," she smiled.

I rose and leaned into her body, putting my arms around her waist. I let my face fall into her underarms, and on her breasts. Everything was warm and she had a smell about her, not an unpleasant smell. I let my face move down her navel and I put a hand on the inside of her thigh. I wanted to feel her vagina's warmth. I felt gravitated towards her vagina... My hand touched her pubic hair, soft and dry, and my face came down close to smell it.

She put her hands on my head reassuringly holding me near her womanhood, and I took the next step to slide my hand to its lips. I felt her opening and held the moment. One of her hands moved down over my ass, over my briefs.

"Relax my dear..." she cooed.

I then slowly came off her, and faced her for a second, and then let myself fall back on the bed. She leaned over and uncovered my erection, and smiled.

"Relax my dear..." she repeated.

With my briefs off completely, she took my cock and balls in her hands and felt them carefully. I let my legs spread for her and enjoyed her caresses.

"Would you like me to shave you now?" she asked.

For a second, I felt the conflict between my head and my heart, my logic and my emotions. But it was no contest.

"Oh yes, please, you can do that for me..."

"Of course my dear. Just relax... I will take care of you."

With that, she released her hold and came off the bed and walked to the dresser to get something. She knelt again next to me, and then held my cock with her left hand. And then I saw her right hand appear with scissors, and this made me suddenly agitated.

"Shh... my dear, it is okay," she said soothingly. "It is for the hair." And without hesitating, the left hand holding my cock pulled it to the side while her right hand moved the scissors to the hair on my pubis. Breathlessly, I watched the first few snips on the hair and let myself collapse back again. The scissors were trimming the hair near my cock and I resigned myself to her care again.

I felt her hand move from my cock to my balls as the scissors snipped the sides of my scrotum and then under the scrotum near the perineum. It was all so bizarre and erotic, and I let her continue without a whimper or protest.

As she continued with the scissors, I let my head rest on the bed, and closed my eyes.

After she finished, her left hand released my balls and she got off the bed to return the scissors to the dresser. I watched her naked back and ass as she took a few steps to the door and left the room. I wasn't sure what she was going to get but I was left alone to wrestle with my thoughts and emotions again. I wanted to thrust out my groin to her, and at the same time cover it with my hands, or roll over and press it into the bed. My erection felt very strong and pronounced, and I missed her hold all of a sudden.

She returned to the room holding a towel, and came back on the bed.

"Just relax... I will put this on it first."

She placed the towel over my groin, and I felt that it was hot and wet. She carefully wrapped it around my scrotum and cock. And then she got off the bed towards the dresser to bring something I could not see. Back kneeling on the bed next to me, she smiled at me, and then turned to my groin, and removed the towel. With one hand holding my cock, her other hand started spreading an oil over my pubis and then my scrotum. This felt a little good, a little strange. She rubbed it in along my perineum as well.

"Shh... just relax my dear," she said gently.

Holding my cock in one hand, I felt a metal edge rub against my pubis. I decided to dare a look and saw a scary sight. As she held my cock, she was shaving the skin with a knife that had a short blade. It wasn't a normal shaving razor.

My god, this is crazy, I thought. So now she really has a complete hold over me, and I have to completely trust her with all this. I am crazy... and yet I feel a quixotic trust towards her.

Anitha worked her knife all around the base of my cock and scrotum, and shaved under the scrotum, carefully over the perineum. Then she shaved my scrotum, with her right hand holding the knife and the other hand pulling on the skin of my scrotum. It seemed to take a long time but in fact she moved quickly. She knew her way around.

My cock was still hard, as my brain was sending it signals of the eroticism of it all, and as my genitals kept feeling the touches and presses from her hands.

Eventually she finished shaving the whole area, and used the wet towel to wipe all the skin. Then she carefully felt for any hair or stubble left behind to go back and finish the job. When she was satisfied, with the knife down, her hands lightly moved all over my smooth skin. I looked down at what it all looked like, and I can't tell you how strange it seemed. The skin was white and smooth.

Anitha got off the bed and put the knife, oil, and towel on the dresser, before returning back to the bed.

"You are now very smooth... it looks very smooth... no hair. Do you like how it feels?" She took hold of my cock in one hand and my balls in the other.

"Good..." I said with uncertainty in my voice. "Does it feel better now?"

"Yes my dear, it is better."

"Please... I want you to take care of it..."

"Of course my dear... you need release... Do you want me to suck it or do you want to put it inside?"

Oh my god, I'm faced with this again... I looked at her bush again. I had my fingers in her vagina before, and it felt so good... Oh I want in... I want to feel the warmth of being inside a woman.

"Yes,... umm, I want to put it inside..."

"Okay my dear," she said gently and started to reposition herself over the bed.

"No, wait," I suddenly blurted. "No, I think... I want you to suck it again. Everything again..." In fact my voice was very hesitant.

"My dear, it's okay, you can put it inside," she gently urged. Her voice was so soft and alluring I felt like I was in a trance. "You will like it. My pussy will be good for you. It is a special place."

She laid back facing me, sitting upright with her legs spread and letting me see her vagina opening. She reached out with her right hand, towards me, and then towards my crotch. Her hand's fingers walked up my legs... Wide-eyed, I was feeling mesmerized by her seduction and eroticism. My body slowly rose and moved towards her.

As she reached further, she took my hard cock in her hand, wrapping her fingers around it, gently in her hold, and nudged it towards her. This got me to position myself on my knees, and as she continued to gently pull me towards her, I moved between her spread legs.

"Come my dear," she whispered. "Come to me. Come over me."

As I knelt right up to her, I felt dizzy, and I felt her heat. Her left hand reached over and held my balls and stimulated them too. My mind was spinning, lost in a daze, my eyes locked on her face, her body... I moved closer, and felt her breasts on my chest.

"That's it my dear..." she whispered, and slowly reclined back. Her left hand let go of my balls, and came on my neck, as she pulled me down over her.

Her right hand, still holding my cock, took it by the base and directed it towards her opening.

"Shhh... that's it my dear... Over me... put it inside."

As she lay back on the bed, I lay over her, with my body feeling her warm skin all over my front. And then suddenly I felt the tip of my cock touch her pubic hair, and my pulse raced. Further, closer, and it touched her vagina lips.

"That's it my dear... inside..."

"I... oh my god, I..." I was only wanting to keep going... My cock tip felt her lips, it was rubbing on her vulva... Her hand still holding the base of my cock, and then I felt her legs wrap around my thighs, and she kept pulling me in...

"Don't be afraid... come inside..."

I let loose, I gave in completely. I pushed forward with my hips, tightening my butt muscles and thrust into her. She gave a slight laugh and a moan.

"Oh yes my dear... that is good..."

My cock was inside her vagina and her hand released it. She wrapped both arms around my shoulders and tightened her hold with her legs around my thighs. I pushed as hard as I could, feeling the warmth inside, enveloping my cock.

"Oh..." I moaned, "oh my god..."

I pulled back and then thrust again, harder, feeling my balls land against her. I felt her large breasts press on my chest. I felt her chin on my shoulder. And I felt my cock pounding into her.

"You are big... I can feel it inside..." she whispered.

And then I felt myself cum, and kept at it, and I didn't want to leave her warmth.

But my brain started to clue into what just happened. I did exactly what I didn't want to do. I was deep inside her, without any cover. Oh it felt wonderful, but how did it come to this? These thoughts whirled inside my head as I stayed over her warm body and my cock was softening inside her vagina.

I pulled out and rolled off to the side, feeling exhausted and satisfied and conflicted.

But she was leaning over me again, and took hold of my cock and balls again. Her breasts hung over me, one of them over my face, and I lost my attention on whatever it was I was thinking about a minute ago.

"You fucked me and I liked it," she cooed. "You cummed inside me. It was good. You feel good?"

I didn't know how to say that I didn't plan or intend to do that, but blurted out what it felt like.

"It felt really good."

"I will make it hard again. You want me to suck it empty?"

"Oh I don't know if I could..." I told her. "I think maybe I need more time."

"I will try. I will make it empty for you."

She leaned towards my groin, brushing her long black hair over my cock, over my bare balls. My balls did feel more sensitive after the shave. She slowly, seductively licked my cock, my balls, took my balls into her mouth, rolled them around inside her mouth, gave the base of my cock a long sucking kiss, licked under my scrotum,... my cock hardened... and hardened. My mind was spinning again, my drive and sexual energy again going through the roof. I felt that anxiety and excitement of wanting her to release me again.

"Ahhh..." I moaned. "Suck it... please..."

"Do you want prostate massage also?" she whispered. "It will feel good. I can make it empty."

I forgot about this part.

"Yes, please... prostate massage... but I need, please, sucking... please suck out everything."

"Okay my dear, it will be empty. I will make you empty."

She took my cock in her mouth and held my balls in one hand. Oh it felt so wonderful. But then I felt her move her other free hand on my anus. I spread my legs wide, and raised my knees for her to open up my crack.

That hand's fingers were gently rubbing the anus opening and then I felt a finger enter. And then a second finger.

"Ohh..." I moaned.

Those two fingers were making their way deeper until I felt her pressing on me from the inside. Meanwhile, she again used her lips and tongue and palate expertly on my cock, and rubbed my balls with the first hand. All these sensations, with her mouth on my cock, one hand on my balls, and the other hand's fingers rubbing the inside, presumably my prostate, started to give me more and more intensity in stimulations. I was feeling a huge explosion coming on...

I was moaning, and my legs were moving about. My eyes were tightening, and then I looked down to see her, and back to closing my eyes.

The orgasm came hard, and she sucked and sucked and I felt an incredible release into her mouth.

When she was done and let go of my genitals and removed her two fingers from my anus, I felt exhausted and drained.

Her hand then held my softening cock and let my breathing ease, my heart rate slow.

"You feel more calm now, my dear," she said gently.

"Oh... yes, thank you very much... thank you..."

"You are welcome my dear. You come back for me and I will take care of you."

"I will come back. Yes of course."

"You want massage on your shoulders again?"

*****

She had me in her clutches. I could not imagine stopping to see her. Her voice, her touch, her body, her mouth, all became obsessions of mine. I could not get her out of my thoughts. I thought about her while falling asleep, while sitting on my balcony, even while in a video meeting for my work.

I was visiting her roughly every two weeks, and each time she shaved me and I loved it. Each time she knew how to stimulate me, and she drained me, consumed me.

Did she have me under her control? Was I addicted to her? Could I be giving her anything she wanted? Did I have no resistance left?

I felt her body against mine, her hands, her mouth on my genitals and other parts of my body. I felt the inside of her vagina. I was melting into her, and she drained me into her. I had no defenses left, no inhibitions remaining. I let her do anything to me, surrendering myself completely.

Eventually I saw her weekly as my addiction towards her became something I could not shake. And each time, I paid her well. I refused excursions with the other British expatriates around the country just so I wouldn't miss seeing her, using the excuse that I had work to do. I didn't take any travel or vacations out of the country as was my entitlement just so I wouldn't miss seeing her.

One day, when I was back in the barber's chair, and with no one else around us, my barber asked me how was Anitha.

"Anitha... yes, thank you for that. She's been very good to me."

"Haha, yes mister Henry," he smiled at me, "I thought she would be good for you. I am glad you are relaxed."

"Do you also see her? Do a lot of men see her?"

"I don't know sir. I do not see her. She has no time for me. I cannot afford it anyway."

"Really?" I reacted. "Did she charge more for her services?"

"Yes sir. She is charging more... do you see her a lot sir?"

"Just every now and then. Just when I feel like I need it."

"Ah that is good. I am glad you have good control. She knows how to make a man want to come back. But you are strong. You know how to stop."

"Yeh..." I smiled back at him.