Chapter 1

It was a pretty dull time. The world had come to a standstill and I found myself locked up in my small rented room all alone for over a month. Working in the morning and trying to live in the nights, the isolation and depression was wearing on me. So much so, I decided to go back to an habit that caused me nothing but pain.

I am a really really horny boy. I had been ever since I hit puberty and like everyone else, I hid these dark desires deep inside me. Outside, I was a lonely daydreamer. On the inside, all I ever dreamt of was having sex. Perhaps I should have bettered myself. Chased after girls in real life. But even I do not know why I didn’t.

I spent my life living off porn and dreams. And by the time I graduated, I was hopeless horny man with a job. Things changed when I started to make money.

If there was anything that prevented me from full experiencing my perverted self, it had to be money. With so much free porn, one might wonder why was money the issue. It was not until I began making money did I realise what kind of doors it opened.

It took me quite sometime to find the right places, probably because nobody teaches these stuff. I won’t deny the fact that I got scammed several times before learning my lesson. Nevertheless, three good years passed before I found myself in the heavenly world of cam chat girls.

For a guy whose sexual interaction has always been one way, cam chat is the closest I ever got to sexual interaction with real people. This thirst is perhaps why I found myself scammed so easily. Nevertheless, I was shocked to see how easy it was to find sex online. Now the only roadblock was money.

I am/was no rich kid. Money was a dream for me. Even when I started earning, cam chats were a luxury. I barely had enough to offer myself some casual expenses every month. Thirty minutes of cam chat would cost me a months expenses. This was never going to work, I thought. There is no way I would be able to afford this stuff.

Then something changed. I moved. Out of my parents home and into a rented room. This was temporary but it did wonders. You could just imagine a pervert like me being left alone. I was having the time of my life. I always wondered what I would do, if I were left alone and sure enough I did exactly what I thought I would. Nudity was a daily routine. No one visited me, nor did I want them to. Ten years of frustration was showing its ugly head. But there was still something missing.

I was still alone, had only me to satiate myself. Days before moving, I always wondered if I could buy myself real sex. But I was afraid. The thought was enough to make myself horny and happy. But I was too afraid. I had to settle.

I still remember my first day. I bought myself a bottle of Breezer and credit for 30 minutes. I stripped myself naked and went online as I slowly drowned my bottle. Drunk and euphoric, I had my first video sex chat. Yes, she could see me too (not my face of course). She isn’t the woman I am here to talk about but she too was a joy to remember. The experience was amazing and for the first time, I felt actual intimacy. Sufficed to say, I had a goodnight sleep.

As days went by, I told myself this was just one time thing. Even though I had plenty of credits left, I felt the same shame after a good round of masturbation. However, shame only lasts so long for a pervert like me. Before long I was at it again.

I have a confession to make. I love milf. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t want to fuck my mom. But I would love to fuck a made up mom. One who is actually hot.

And that is how it all began. Even though I have women of all ethnicity at my fingertips, my heart always longs for Indian women. I do not know why. I have even convinced myself they are the ugliest on the site (they are not. They are just as hot and pretty if not more) but that thought always made me feel hornier.

When I returned home that night, I immediately shut myself in and once again stripped myself naked. I told myself not to try to go online again. Even if I had the credits. So, I started looking at porn but that didn’t satiate my hunger. My heart kept pounding and pounding as the night went on. Eventually I caved in.

I had no alcohol to drink for the night, perhaps that would have made the night go better. As I began to browse through the catalogue of models, my first thought was about price, it is always about the price. I looked up for the cheapest models and found plenty. So many lovely breasts to pick from alas I couldn’t pick them all. My cock was already hard, looking at the women in their underwear and my adrenaline was working overtime. My fingers shivered as used the touchpad, looking at all the hot women. My first thought was to go to the previous model I had a night with, but she was offline for over a week. I wasn’t sure why but I knew I couldn’t wait for her. So, I moved on.

Next, I looked up Indian women. I was surprised to see the long list of women available. Many hid their faces but also many didn’t. Most looked out of form. They were either over weight or malnourished. Every now and then one wonderful beauty would pop up but their price would make my head spin. I gave up and started looking for cheap models. There were 3 on my list but all three were terrible. One looked to be yet another scammer while the other two either didn’t reply or didn’t seem to understand what I said.

I was slowly loosing patience and my horniness slowly came down. My cock had shrunk back and looked like pre-puberty embarrassment. I was about to give up when I decided to check the milf section one last time. I would have been fine with any ethnicity had I got a good match, but when my eyes meet her on the screen, my heart skipped a beat.

I was immediately taken aback by her. She called herself ‘Indiankaju’ and she didn’t look extraordinary, only that she looked like someone whom I would find in the next door. She was thicc, her arms were plump and face was chubby. The pink bra held in place milk jugs sized breasts. Her deep black hair flowed down her shoulders, fluttering to the wind of the fan above. And her smile was elegant yet sinister. She had a sharp voice, something that I didn’t expect but was nonetheless had no problem with.