It Started With One Mistake
Copyright© 2026 by ExtremeDarkPerversion
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - While coming back from a party late at night, I saw my Uber auto-rickshaw driver creepily checking me out. Even though he stops when he learns I am not a prostitute, I make a big mistake that changes my life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Indian Erotica
I ordered an autorickshaw on Uber to take me home.
The driver who came was in his late twenties or thirties, medium built. He saw me and immediately became delighted. I didn’t mind. I got a little excited as I climbed to the back seat. He corrected his rear mirror to focus on the back seat. As he started driving, I saw him staring at my breasts multiple times. He was shameless and didn’t even care when he saw I was watching him.
“Do you work?” he asked me out of the blue with a smile.
“Yes”, I replied, trying to look irritated.
“Where?”, he asked me next.
I told him the office name. He stifled a chuckle and said he didn’t know. I didn’t realise what was funny.
“So what do you do there?”, he asked.
“Marketing consultant”, I told him.
“What is that?”, he asked.
“Oh ... a lot of companies don’t know how to market their products effectively or fix the price of their product or even understand their market ... then they come to us, we find a strategy or conduct market research and other things...”, I said.
He looked confused. And then I realised. He thought I was lying when I told him I was a marketing consultant. He thought I was a prostitute or something.
“Good ... good!”, he said and didn’t talk much afterwards. He was now secretive about staring at me.
I realised why. He had thought I was a prostitute, and he could do all these things. Because I am well-to-do, if he does something, he would be in huge trouble. Then I noticed the picture at the top, it was him, his wife and a son who would be in primary school. He couldn’t risk something happening like losing his job. I felt a little sad.
I reached the front of my house at 1 AM. No one was on the dimly lit street.
I climbed down from the auto, saw the bill and paid him. He was just about to leave when madness took over me.
“Can I ask you something?”, I asked him. “Yes, yes, Madam! Go ahead!”, he said.
“Don’t ask anything. Just go home”, my brain was screaming to me.
“Hmmm ... you were staring at me ... but then you stopped ... why?”, I asked.
His face suddenly dropped.
“Sorry, ma’am! I didn’t know ... I thought something else ... please don’t complain ... I will never make that mistake”, he started apologising.
“No, no, I won’t complain ... just tell me what you thought...”, I asked.
“No ... no no ma’am ... leave it ... I won’t do it again...”, he said.
“Did you think I was a prostitute?”, I asked.
“Sorry, ma’am ... I come from a small village ... women don’t wear such things ... I am sorry!”, he said.
I was not wearing that bad of a dress. Just a matching dark pink mini skirt and crop top. The mini skirt went up to half of my thighs, and the crop top fully covered my chest. It was not that suggestive. But I guess the late night and the dress made him think that.
I climbed back into the autorickshaw. My brain was screaming at me, “What are you doing?”
“Ma’am ... what are you doing?”, the auto driver exclaimed.
“Just drive!”, I said.
“What!”, he exclaimed.
I shouted, “Drive!”
He reluctantly started driving. My brain was shouting at me at the top of its voice. “Stop! Stop! Stop! This is crazy! Absolutely crazy!”
“Stop!”, I told him. He stopped in front of a run-down building that had not finished construction, but I could not see any evidence that it was being worked upon either. There was no one around. It was completely dark.
“Ma’am! What do you want? I am a poor guy...”, he started telling me.
“Stop ... I am going to be very clear. If you do anything with me that I don’t want, you will be ruined! Do you understand?”, I asked.
“Ma’am I know this ... I don’t know why I did...”, he started telling.
“Stop! Just answer me ... did you like what you saw?”, I asked. My heart had started beating.
“Ma’am?” he asked, confused.
“Did you just think I was a prostitute or did you find me sexy?”, I asked.
“Ma’am you are very beautiful...”, he said.
“No ... Do you find me sexy ... answer honestly ... I am warning you!”, I asked.
“Ma’am you are very sexy...”, he said, still looking confused.
“Okay tell me why you find me sexy?”, I asked.
“Hmmm ... your face is very pretty...”, he said.
“Does my face make me sexy?”, I asked.
“Yes...”, he said.
“What specifically?”, I asked.
“The eyes...”, he said. He seemed to relax a bit.
“What about my eyes?”, I asked.
“They are so big, and so pretty and the makeup around them also looks so pretty ... it looks sexy...”, he said.
“Okay ... what else...”, I asked.
“Lips”, he said. He seemed more relaxed.
“Why?”, I asked.
“They are so beautiful ... perfect shape ... and the red lipstick ... is so good...”, he said and stopped and kept staring.
“What? Go on”, I said.
I saw his face change, his mouth curve. He was smiling as he had just discovered something, like he knew a secret about me.
“That’s enough!”, my brain started screaming. “Go home!”
“Stop smiling! I can still ruin your life. It will not take even a second for me to press the emergency button”, I said.
“Ma’am i completely understand ... I know you have my life in your hands ... I won’t do anything that you don’t want ... but do you want me to be honest? Completely honest?”, he asked while smiling. The smile looked creepy and sinister. It stirred a lot of things in me.
I nodded.
“Then I will tell you what really makes you sexy ... the first thing I noticed was your big jugs. I imagined pushing my face into those pillowy cleavages ... squeeze them like a toy, swallow those nipples ... lick them...”, he said. His face had turned into that of a hungry beast by the end as he looked at my breasts.
“Remember I...”, I started.
“Yeah, yeah ... do you want to hear everything or not?”, he asked.
I nodded.
“Then I noticed your short skirt. It barely reaches one third of your thighs ... I can just hope that it would sometime pull up slightly ... and I can see what’s between those thick thighs ... it would be so easy to shove my fingers in between your legs and grab your pussy and shove two fingers in your wet cunt ... then comes your tiny waist ... I can easily grab that thin waist of yours and guarantee you won’t be able to move. I would be grabbing them and pushing fucking you from behind, and you won’t be able to do anything but take it ... then the lips ... those big lips ... yes, they are good for kissing ... but the shiny lipstick ... it makes them look like they are hungry for cocks...”, he explained.
I kept trying to look neutral, like I was a doctor listening to symptoms. But inside my body had readied itself for everything he suggested. It had imagined everything and decided it wanted everything. I knew I could get everything.
“Fine”, I said, trying to sound cold. I want to sound neutral. I knew it was going to be hard.
“This is the emergency button...”, I said as I showed him the button in the app.
“I can touch it in a micr...”, I started saying, but he interrupted.
“Ma’am, I understand ... just tell me what to do next...”, he said impatiently. His impatience excited me more.
“Okay, come to the back”, I said.
Within a second, he jumped out of the front seat and climbed into the back seat. I shifted to make space for him.
“Yes, ma’am”, he said while sleeping.
“You can do only what I allow you to...”, I said. He nodded impatiently.
“To be very clear ... we are not going to have sex”, I said. I was telling him and to me. I needed to be at least somewhat rational today.
“Why not?”, he exclaimed.
I made my eyes big, trying to look angry.
“Okay, okay ma’am ... whatever you say”, he said.
“You can touch my ... hmm ... chest and...”, he said.
As soon as that sentence left my mouth, his hands were on my chest. He started groping them like the world was ending.
I closed my eyes and started grinding my teeth to stop myself from moaning.
My brain was screaming it would end in a horrible way. It was screaming I would be raped. I would be murdered. It was screaming to run. I was negotiating with my brain that this was it. He can grope my chest for a second, and then both of us go to our respective houses. I was just giving him some time to be satisfied.
I feel him trying to slip his hands below my crop top. Immediately, I panic, grab his hand and push it away.
This was it. It had gone too far. This needed to end.
I try to look angry. He looked confused.
“I didn’t tell you that you can shove your hand inside!”, I told him.
My brain once again begged him to tell him that that was it. He needed to drop me off at my location now.
But I didn’t tell him that. I wanted him to apologise and go back to groping my chest.
“Oh, sorry ma’am, can I put my hand inside your top?”, he asked me.
I looked at him for a few seconds without replying. Almost my whole brain was telling me to tell him no, begging me to tell him it was over.
I somehow nodded.
He slid his hands inside my top and started groping my breasts. I closed my eyes. He immediately slid his hands inside the cups of my bra and started groping my naked breasts with his rough callus-covered hands.
I couldn’t stop myself from silently moaning.
He started kissing my neck. I pushed his head away.
“Can I kiss your neck?”, he asks.
I had forgotten about the rule I had just made up. I didn’t stop him because he didn’t ask me. I was just too overwhelmed. I knew anything more would make me do all the wrong things.
“Fine”, somehow I hear myself moaning.
He starts kissing, licking and biting me on my neck and groping my breasts under my top.
Inside my whole body was on fire. It wanted more. Much more. But the rational part of me kept screaming to stop it right now.
Suddenly, I realised what was happening. Our mouths were sucking each other, and our tongues were wrestling. I immediately pulled away from the kiss. He followed my face and started kissing me again. My mouth started kissing him back.
I feel one of his hands slide out of my top, and I feel it going inside my skirt.
My head screamed. I grabbed his hand and pushed him off. I pulled out the other hand from my top too.
“Enough!”, I told him and me.
“Just for a little bit ... let me...”, he said as he once again tried to slither his hand inside my skirt.
I grabbed it again and said, “No!”
“Just for two minutes”, he said and kept pushing.
I shook my head.
“Two minutes ... just two minutes ... please”, he begged me.
My brain kept screaming no.
“Just two minutes, okay?”, I asked him.
He nodded sincerely. Both of us knew it was not at all sincere. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him.