Fucked one of my readers
Couple
Submit Report It all started when Nandini found my email and messaged me. I am 19, slim with a muscular build, and she messaged me after reading my story, which I had posted here. I was flattered at first, as I had never talked to an older woman before, at least not in this way. She was 32, confident, and had shown me her pictures, which I obviously didn’t trust at first. Her absolutely gorgeous figure was an absolute 34-32-34. As we kept talking, I started to get more curious, and I could tell she was a kinda horny woman, as she would talk mostly at night and would often ask me to do random stuff like tributing her pictures and stuff. One night, after a month of texts and long conversations, I finally gathered the guts to ask her if we could meet. Surprisingly, she said yes. “You’re young, so it won’t be a problem with my husband,” she said. “I’ll just tell him you’re my long-lost cousin, and I can get you a week’s stay here at my place.” I was in shock. A week with her? Hell yeah, I was excited! But a part of me was still unsure, wondering if this was all some kind of setup. I mean, how could someone like her be real? We spent the next month talking more, and after finishing my exams, I packed my bags and got on the train to Karnataka. The whole ride was a blur of doubt and random thoughts. What if she wasn’t who she said she was? What if this was just some wild fantasy? What if this was some old creepy guy pulling a prank on me? What if she was lying? The questions wouldn’t stop racing in my head. Finally, the train pulled into the station, and I called her. She told me she was already there waiting. I couldn’t believe it. Was this actually happening? When I stepped off the train, my eyes locked onto her. She was even more stunning in person than I had ever imagined. Gorgeous, seductive, with a figure that was just… unreal. My heart skipped a beat. Without a word, she took my hand, and we headed for a taxi. The tension in the cab was thick, but Nandini kept reassuring me, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything.” She was sitting so close to me that I could feel her warmth. Her lips—bright red and full—looked even more perfect up close. I couldn’t stop thinking about how someone could be so beautiful. We finally reached her house, and that’s when things got interesting. I had no idea what to expect, but I definitely didn’t expect her husband. He was nothing like I imagined—old, retired-looking, and, to be honest, kind of boring. I couldn’t stop comparing him to Nandini. She looked like a goddess, and he… well, let’s just say I understood why she wasn’t exactly thrilled with him. As we walked into the living room, I could feel the tension in the air. It was the quietest, most awkward silence I’d ever experienced. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I tried to keep cool. Her husband started asking me random questions about my studies, and I just barely managed to answer without giving anything away. Then, out of nowhere, he asked how long I was planning to stay. I froze for a second, about to say a day, but Nandini smoothly cut in, “He’s staying for eight days.” I was like, “Yeah… about a week,” trying to sound casual. Her husband kept asking questions, and I just went along with whatever Nandini had already prepped me for. It felt like a game I didn’t fully understand yet, but I was playing along. The day dragged on, and I found myself trying not to look at Nandini too much because, well, her husband was right there, and I wasn’t about to make things awkward. But when dinner came, things started to feel better. Nandini had made these amazing Kannad dishes that were so good, I almost forgot about everything else. I was actually kind of jealous of her husband at that point—how could he get to be with someone like her? We ate, watching some random Kannad TV shows that I could barely understand. But honestly, I was too distracted by her to care. After dinner, I decided to explore the house a little. I wandered around—four rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom… which, let’s be real, was my main destination. I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing something, though. There was something off about the house, something I couldn’t put my finger on yet. Around 11 p.m., Nandini and her husband went to bed, and I headed to the guest room, exhausted from the long day. I barely knew when I fell asleep, but at about 1 a.m., I woke up for no reason. It was like something in the air had shifted. I felt… uneasy. The night had fallen silent, I could hear soft footsteps from the room next door, and for a second, I thought I imagined it. But then, I heard the creak of a door. My heart skipped. I wasn’t sure what I was hoping for—whether she would come into the room or simply leave me to my restless thoughts. But in that moment, I realized that I was starting to crave something more, something I couldn’t quite put into words. What was it about her? The way she moved, the way she carried herself. The electricity between us was undeniable, and even though we were apart, it felt like she was still there—somewhere just out of reach. I lay there, waiting, not knowing what was going to happen next, but certain of one thing: things between us were only going to get more intense. This is where everything started. Nandini came in; I could feel her. She lay down next to me; I swear my heartbeat was going wild. My mind went blank. Right at that time, Nandini whispered in my ear from behind, “Did you come here to sleep?” I was like, “Ummmm.” She placed her hands on my groin; I got damn hard. I could feel her hot body right next to me; I turned around and hugged her tight. I said, “I love you.” She said, “Aww, love you too.” My dick was so tight I could feel it suffocating inside my pants. I just grabbed her tightly and pulled her closer and kissed her.
She was so pretty up close. She started rubbing my dick hard, and I kept getting even harder. We smooched for a while, and when I said, “I wanna go in you,” she said, “Don’t rush,” and she went down on me. All I could think of was heaven; her sloppy, saliva-filled mouth was so soft from the inside. It was the best feeling in the world. To be honest, I couldn’t believe it—Nandini, the woman I’d been dreaming about for months now, sucking me? It was driving me crazy. Her fingers wrapping around my shaft, and I knew that I was lost. I turned to face her, our bodies pressed together, and I began to kiss her. Her lips were soft and warm, and I couldn’t get enough of them. I sucked on her lower lip, nipping at it with my teeth, and she moaned, her body trembling beneath me. As we kissed, I could feel her hot, soft boobs pressed against my chest, and I knew that I needed more. I needed to taste her, to feel her, to fuck her. I pulled back from the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I looked into her eyes. “Suck me,” I growled, my voice low. Nandini looked at me, her eyes filled with lust, and she smiled. “Such a naughty boy,” she murmured, her fingers running down my chest, and she began to move down my body. I watched as she settled between my legs, her eyes locked on my cock, and I knew that I was in for the ride of my life. She took my cock in her hand, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, and she began to stroke me. I could feel my cock swelling, my balls tightening, and I knew that I was close to cumming. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel her mouth on me, her tongue licking my cock, her lips wrapped around me. “Suck it,” I growled, my voice barely human, and she smiled. Nandini took my cock in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head, and she began to suck. I could feel her tongue licking at me, her lips moving up and down my shaft, and it was driving me crazy. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. As she sucked my cock, I could see her eyes, filled with lust and need, and I knew that she was as turned on as I was. I could see her pussy, wet and swollen, and I knew that I needed to taste her. I needed to feel her pussy on my tongue, to lick her and suck her until she was begging for my cock. I pulled her up, my hands tangling in her hair, and I began to kiss her again. Our tongues danced together, and I could taste her pussy on her lips. It was sweet and tangy, and I knew that I needed more. I pulled back from the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I looked into her eyes. “Do you want me to eat you?” I growled, my voice low, and she nodded. I pushed her back onto the bed, my hands moving to her hips, and I began to lick her pussy. I could feel her pussy tightening, her body trembling, and I knew that she was close to cumming. I licked her harder, my tongue moving in and out of her pussy, and I could feel her orgasm building. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled me up, her fingers tangling in my hair, and she kissed me again. “I can’t take it anymore,” she moaned, her voice thick with lust. “I need you inside me. I need your cock.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock nudging at her entrance, and I thrust inside her. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her body trembling, and I knew that I was in for the ride of my life. I began to fuck her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm, and I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. I could feel her orgasm building, her body shaking, and I knew that I was close to cumming. But I wanted more. I wanted to fuck her harder, to make her scream my name, to fill her with my cum. I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her pussy juice. I flipped Nandini over, her ass up in the air, her pussy glistening with her arousal. I slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room, and she moaned, her body trembling. “You like that, you slut?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, and she nodded, her eyes filled with lust. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, and I thrust back into her. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her body shaking, and I knew that I was in for the ride of my life. I began to fuck her harder, my hips pounding against her ass, my cock driving deep into her pussy. “You’re such a slut,” I snarled, my voice filled with contempt. “You’re begging for my cock, aren’t you?” She nodded, her eyes pleading, and I slapped her ass again, the sound echoing through the room. “Say it,” I growled, my voice barely human, and she moaned. “I’m a slut,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “I’m a slut for your cock.” Hearing her say those words, hearing her admit that she was a slut for me, sent me over the edge. I began to fuck her harder, my hips pounding against her ass, my cock driving deep into her pussy. I could feel her orgasm building, her body shaking, and I knew that I was close to cumming. I reached up, my fingers tangling in her hair, and I pulled her head back, forcing her to look at me. “You’re my slut,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, and she nodded, her eyes filled with lust. “You’re my slut, and I’m going to fuck you like one.” I began to fuck her even harder, my hips pounding against her ass, my cock driving deep into her pussy. I could feel her orgasm building, her body shaking, and I knew that I was close to cumming. But I wanted more. I wanted to make her scream, to make her beg for my cock, to fill her with my cum. I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her pussy juice, and I flipped her over, my hands pinning her to the bed. I looked into her eyes, filled with lust and fear, and I knew that I had her. I was in control, and I was going to fuck her like the slut she was.
I thrust back into her, my cock filling her pussy, and I began to fuck her harder. I could feel her orgasm building, her body shaking, and I knew that I was close to cumming. But I wanted more. I wanted to make her scream, to make her beg for my cock, to fill her with my cum. I reached up, my fingers wrapping around her throat, and I began to choke her. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her body shaking, and I knew that I was in control. I was the one making her scream, making her beg for my cock, and I loved it. “You’re my slut,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, and she nodded, her eyes filled with fear and lust. “You’re my slut, and I’m going to fuck you like one.” I began to fuck her even harder, my hips pounding against her ass, my cock driving deep into her pussy. I could feel her orgasm building, her body shaking, and I knew that I was close to cumming. But I wanted more. I wanted to make her scream, to make her beg for my cock, to fill her with my cum. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I was going to cum, and I was going to fill Nandini’s pussy with my cum. I was going to make her scream, to make her beg for my cock, and I was going to love every single moment of it. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my cock erupting, filling her pussy with my hot, young cum. I could feel her pussy milking me, her muscles clenching around me, drawing every last drop of my cum deep into her cunt. As I collapsed on top of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps, I knew that I had truly fucked the slut out of Nandini. Okay, so I’m open to this type of encounter. If you found me interesting, please feel free to message me on email. We can connect from there… [email protected] Looking forward to your message, peace out.