I had just arrived in a brand new city, a brand new country, but the fresh start still felt far. London, the city that I had dreamed about since I was a teen in Mumbai. I was into hotel management and had taken up odd jobs here and there along the way. And now, when I landed a job of the front office manager, I thought I hit the jackpot. And I really did. But beneath the excitement, the anticipation of the new life, there was an unsettling emptiness. I couldn't help myself but feel like the happiness was dangling out of reach, just like the stars in the night sky. It was something that I knew I couldn't touch, no matter how hard I stretched.
I was filled with mixed feelings of anger and sadness, feeling like nothing could fill up the hollowness that was inside me, or maybe it just was the fear of change and of a fresh start. It seemed like the emptiness was becoming too much for me to handle, and the only way for me to think was to get myself distracted. I decided to take my mind away from it, at least for a while.
After landing in London and getting myself settled at the Airbnb, I spent the afternoon unpacking and putting my belongings in the right places. After having a quick bite of a meal, I took a shower and changed my clothes. But the restlessness still lingered, as if there was a nagging pain inside of me that wouldn't go away. I tried doing everything to distract myself, watching movies, reading, scrolling through social media and then playing games. But nothing worked, and before I knew it, I was putting on my running shoes and grabbing my phone and my headphones. It was like something had taken over me, something that had control over me. I headed out.
I ran as fast as I could. I ran with the music blasting into my ears. I ran like I could outrun that pain inside of me, as if I could outsmart the emptiness that was gnawing at me. It wasn't just the feeling of change that was disturbing me; it also was the break-up with my ex. We were together in Mumbai for ten months, and I had to break it off with him. He was a travel blogger, an influencer, who lusted for me ever since he laid eyes on me. He had sex with me often and enjoyed me in bed every single time.
The night of my break-up with him, he had told me that he would be out shooting for a long time. I thought he would come home in the evening, so I decided to surprise him by cooking for him. It was a big deal for me because I didn't cook often. So I went to his place with my spare key and started preparing the meal.
Just as I finished the dishes, I heard his laugh. It sounded like there was another man in the room with him. I stood there, holding the utensils, frozen at that moment. My heart sank into my feet when I heard the other man's voice.
"Come here, my little bitch." I heard him say. "Am gonna fuck you again!"
I tiptoed to his room, and when I opened the door, I saw the scene that was unfolding before my eyes. He was naked with a smile on his face, and another man was fucking him doggy-style. His legs were spread wide, and his hands were clutching onto the bed sheets as the other man fucked him mercilessly.
My ex hadn't seen me yet, and I didn't wait for him to. I grabbed my bag from the kitchen and left, slamming the door behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and all I could do was cry. I walked away with tears in my eyes, not knowing where I would go.
But I had to return to the apartment after just five minutes. I forgot my phone on the kitchen table, so I went back to retrieve it. That's when I heard their moans and laughter. They were enjoying each other's company while I stood outside, hurt and betrayed. They were laughing, kissing, and fucking again.
When I finished telling the story of my break up, the man that had met me on the lake rubbed his hand over my thigh, smiling at me as he said, "Life is a bitch, my friend. It's better to be a dog." He extended his hand to me and smiled.
"Hi, I am Zayn."
I shook his hand as I introduced myself. "Hi, my name is Rishaad."
I looked up at the dark sky, watching the stars twinkling above us. There was a lake in front of us, but all I could think of was my ex, and the scene that unfolded before my eyes the other night. I wondered if he ever cared about me at all, if he loved me ever, or if everything had been just a lie.
"It's getting late." I said as I stood up. "I think I should head home now." Zayn stood up too, his eyes scanning over my body. His lips curled into a smile as he held out his hand. "Hey, don't go just yet." I held his hand as he helped me up, and he rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.
"What's the hurry? It's Sunday tomorrow." He grinned. "Why don't you have some fun with me? Your life will start being fun from Monday onwards." He winked, and I laughed. "Wish I were a snack for someone." I giggled at the thought of being eaten by him.
Zayn chuckled and winked. He bit his lip as he said, "Well, you can be my snack here." I looked at him and then looked away, throwing a pebble into the water. I watched it ripple, as Zayn sat behind me, his back pressed against my own. "Guess you're in no mood for talking and rather want to be alone."
I grunted and didn't reply, staring at the lake instead. He laughed and then asked, "What is your story?" I replied, "You guessed right, I wanted some me-time today."
He chuckled as he said, "So, am I guessing correctly? Are you not alone already?" His words hit me hard, and I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest. There was a pang of guilt, mixed with a little anger.
"I think you guessed it right." I muttered. He laughed at me and asked, "Are you a snack?"
I stared at him for a moment before I finally nodded, biting my lower lip. "Yes." I replied as he took my hand and led me to his truck. There was something about the darkness and the stars that drew us both to each other. It was the darkness that gave us the courage to act on our impulses. And before I knew it, we were sitting in his truck with snacks, and Zayn had his hand around my waist, rubbing my cock through the pants.
Zayn pulled my head down towards him, pressing his lips to mine as he kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hard cock pressing against me. He rubbed himself against my ass as he squeezed my nipples hard. I felt like I wanted him inside of me badly. But before that could happen, Zayn took out his cock and pressed it against my ass.
He pushed my head down and asked me to suck his cock. I obliged, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and sucking him deeply. His cock was long, thick, and juicy as I gagged on him, trying my best to take him deep inside my mouth. My ass cheeks were spread apart by his knees as he fucked my mouth, his balls bouncing with each thrust.
Zayn grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face, pushing himself inside me until I could feel his tip in the back of my throat. I choked on him as he groaned loudly, his breaths growing heavier. He pulled himself out of my mouth and wiped his cock on my lips, as he rubbed it over my face. He spanked my ass and slapped my cheeks before bending me over the hood of the car.
He lifted my shirt and pants, spanking me hard before licking my hole. His tongue was warm and wet as he licked and sucked my hole. I moaned loudly, feeling a rush of pleasure flow through me as he fingered my ass, lubing me up before sliding his cock inside. His cock stretched my hole, making me gasp for breath as he fucked me from behind.
I felt his balls slap my cheeks as he fucked me like a dog, pumping into my hole as I moaned. He bent me forward and fucked me like a wild man, as I cried out with pleasure. He slapped my ass before pulling his cock out of me and turning me around.
"Get on your knees." He commanded, holding his cock out to me. I sucked him, my tongue circling the tip of his cock before I swallowed him whole. He groaned as he pumped inside my mouth, as I sucked and licked his cock.
Zayn started moving faster and faster, his cock growing harder. I knew he was close as he held my head tight and started fucking my mouth. He cried out as he filled my mouth with his load, shooting ropes of cum into my mouth. I swallowed his load before he pulled himself out and rubbed his cock over my lips.
We took a break after that, and he took me to the lake where we splashed water on each other's bodies. He held me in his arms and kissed my forehead as he stroked my hair. We both knew it was one night stand only. We both didn't need anything from each other, but our bodies needed something. I don't know what, but there was something that our bodies were craving, and it was sex.
Zayn dropped me at my apartment after that, holding my hand until I got home safe. I turned around and looked at him as he smiled at me. "Thanks for the company." I whispered, my voice soft and sweet.
"You're welcome." He replied as he leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, sweet kiss, and I knew it was a goodbye kiss. I knew I would never see him again.
I closed the door to my apartment and watched him drive away. I smiled as I thought about our night, feeling happy and content. That's when my phone rang, and I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Rishaad." The voice said. "You're scheduled to be at the office at eight tomorrow. It's your first day."
"Thank you."
"I look forward to seeing you there." He replied before hanging up.
I looked at my phone as my eyes widened. He sounded familiar. I thought for a second and then I realized who he was.
Zayn.
I smiled as I realized he was my manager. Zayn was my new manager.
I laughed at the thought and whispered, "Looks like you're my snack again." I grinned as I went inside and took a shower before going to sleep. My first day on the job was the next day, and I looked forward to it. I would see my snack again, and that was enough to make me excited about my new life. My new chapter. A fresh start. A new beginning. A new life of pleasure and lust. And a lot of sex with my new manager, who was also my fuck boy. A lot of sex with Zayn. My snack.
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