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This is Roja again with a new story. It is very heart wrenching that my earlier story got rejected. But this led to a new story. I bring to you my new story with a new set of characters and a different storyline.
Since I could not get my story published due to a lot of corrections, I was very disappointed and was thinking about quitting writing any further. The Literotica people advised me to consult an editor. I found a reader of mine called “Nikhil” to help me out.
He is from the same city I am from. But still, he is a stranger to me. I looked into his profile on “Literotica”. He is very respective to ladies and eager to help me with my story.
I decided to get in touch with him on his email id. He is a well-read person. I could not get a better editor than him to help me complete my sorry. I decided to contact him.
We exchanged a few emails. I requested him to edit the story for me. He said he wants some information of mine. He was a very rich guy. I cannot get a better person than him. I decided to make contact with him.
He was surprised to see a married woman who was a renowned erotica writer. He asked me to send him my picture. As you all know how I look. I am 5 feet tall with 36c breast and 30 waist and 38 hips. Seeing my picture, he thought how nice it would be if someone put the sperm on my naked tits. Nikhil started lusting after me, which was evident from the conversation we had.
Yes, I’m a chubby type of housewife who likes to be a writer. A modern woman who knew what she wanted and those wants include the desire that Nikhil has seen in my story describing my present sexual needs of the group of men, ‘the older the better.
We exchanged a few emails getting to know each other’s lifestyles. He is very inquisitive, seeking details and explanation about me, my cheeky, sluttish and very down to earth behaviour.
There he followed a tactful questioning about me where he constantly referred to me as an unsatisfied housewife who needed to have fun outside ‘Slut’.
But slut isn’t an insult, a derogatory reference to a woman?” I asked. This resulted in a survey of Nikhil.
He said, “You like many kinky things like you suck and swallow, you like to be used by a group of men. A dozen hands roaming over your body, finger exploring all holes, eating cocks thrills you, you love cum spraying over your boobs and love if someone peeps when you sex and they masturbates. This proves you are a slut. The only thing you don’t like is – anal sex.”
I wanted to tell him I just write stories and I am a simple housewife. I told him that over email.
He was laughed at and said, “Let’s meet”.
I wasn’t sure. I had never met a person from the net. And from the adult site, I never wanted to meet. But this guy Nikhil has such a magnetic effect. He asked me to meet. I said yes but in a public place only.
I thought he would tell the café.
But “Let’s meet up in the coffee shop of Taj Mahal Palace Hotel,” he said.
I could not reject that offer.
Taj Mahal Palace hotel is not only my dream hotel but it’s a dream hotel for many housewives. I wanted to go there. I just said yes blindly. He said, “Wear some dress and come which reveals your sexy body.”
We decided to meet on 24th February. 2 days after today. But I was dreaming from today only about this day.
I had decided that I will not sleep with him, just coffee and make him understand I am not slut.
The day passed as fast as my heartbeat. I was wondering what to do and what not to do.
“I will not wear any dress as he has mentioned. Why should I obey him” I told myself?
On the 24th morning, I lied to my husband that I was going to meet a friend and took a cab to the Taj Mahal Hotel. The cab person took me to the gate of the Taj Palace Hotel. My legs were shivering as it was my first time in the 5-star Iconic hotel of India.
I went to the doorman and asked him to direct me to Shamiana, the coffee shop at the Taj Palace and Hotels.
He was staring at me.
Of course, I had worn an elegant black saree with a black blouse. A backless and sleeveless blouse also has heart shape gaps. My fair body shone from the gaps. My saree plates were below my navel that was 4 fingers away from my pussy. I had to adjust my panty low for the same. I looked like a model out of a saree catalogue and felt confident.
I went to the coffee shop and sat by the table where I could see the sea. The sea colour was so mesmerising. I fell Sakarya Escort in love with the view. I was on time with what we had decided. But I never saw Nikhil, not even his photo. He had seen many photos of mine but not in saree. How will I recognise him? I was looking at every man coming into the hotel.
“Why would a millionaire want to meet me? He might have many Sluts around him’, I was scolding myself. Why had I come here? If he doesn’t come, how will I go from here?
I went into the coffee shop and sat by the table from where I could see the sea.
The sea colour was so mesmerising.
I fell in love with the view. I was on time with what we had decided. But I never saw Nikhil, not even his photo.
He had seen many photos of mine but not in saree.
How will I recognise him? I was looking at every man coming to the hotel.
“Why would a millionaire want to meet me? He might have many Sluts around him’, I was scolding myself. Why had I come here? If he doesn’t come, how will I go from here?
While all these questions came to my mind a fat guy entered the restaurant. He was balding and was smoking. He looked and me and kept looking at me.
“No, he can’t Nikhil,” I said myself, just next to him came a macho looking guy. He was wearing a nice steel grey three-piece suit.
He looked at me and he also kept looking at me.
“Hi Roja,” he said. “Nikhil,” I said. He nodded Yes. I thanked that fatso guy who was not Nikhil.
Nikhil sat opposite me. I thought he was a gentleman or else he would have sat beside me. I was impressed with his chivalry. He was staring at me. I caught him staring at my lips and my cleavage.
“So you see, I’m a simple housewife, not a Slut. I just write stories. Nothing more” I broke the silence on our table.
“You are,” he said, “that’s why you are wearing the same colour Bra and Panty”.
While he told us, the waiter came to our table. Nikhil was giving the order for coffee and a sandwich as if he had not told me anything.
But how in the world he came to know I am wearing the same colour bra and panty. Matching one. Am I a slut? Or shall I avoid him? Or tell him he was telling the truth. Did the waiter also hear it? I was sitting like a dam donkey. I preferred to ignore it.
The waiter left the table. Nikhil was smiling at me. And I was feeling shy. Embarrass, even excited. He didn’t speak anything till the waiter came back with tea. He served us tea and left. The table was silent as a graveyard.
“The sea looks beautiful. Birds flying on it and the sun shining is the perfect view.” I said. I again broke the silence on the table.
“The sea looks more perfect from my room. Sit on the bed, soft pillow under your head and you see the sea colour changing” he said.
Was he proposing me to come to a room?
“Is it, or are you just telling me,” I told him. “Its so expensive hotel and you have a room over here”
“Want to see the room,” he asked.
I said yes as I knew I will never come back here. Nor will I get the opportunity to see it again.
“There is one condition,” he said, “You will have to come in the way I tell you”
I was confused. What way? I kept listening to him. He saw the conformations in my eyes.
“Go to the washroom, remove your saree. Rearrange your clothes and come to the elevator just next to the washroom.” He continued.
I felt like slapping him. But I wanted to do this dare. I smiled. He was waking up the slut in me. Without telling a word I stood up and went to the washroom.
I removed the saree. Folded it and kept it in my bag. Rearrange the petticoat. I took it up above the naval.
“Thank god”. I told myself. I have worn a stylish petticoat. It’s just like a Langha ( ghagra)
I again rearrange my blouse and the back laces. I was watching myself in the mirror. I look like a bar dancer. I laugh to myself. Took a deep breath and opened the door of the washroom to go towards the room.
I didn’t know the way. There was the waiter whom I asked the way to the elevator. He just looked at me and kept looking at me. He was watching all my assets. I felt shy. I turned back from me and I knew he must be still looking at my ass. I saw Nikhil there near the elevator waiting for me. He waved at me and when I reached him, he was also looking at me very sharply. I could see his eyes touching every corner of my body.
We got into the elevator; Nikhil stood beside me as if he would kiss Sakarya Escort Bayan me as soon as the elevator door closed up. Elevator was full of mirrors and wooden artwork. But Thank God again. As the door was about to get close the waiter who showed me the was rushed in with an empty tray. He wanted to look at me, I thought. I was right, Nikhil and the waiter were looking at me from the mirrors in the elevators. I was liking it. I was getting horny as well as wet down there.
We reached the floor. I moved out of the elevator. I knew Nikhil was inspecting my backless blouse and then my hips and my ass. I stood in the corridor looking at the artistic interior design. It was so remarkable that I don’t have words for it. Nikhil caught my hand, fingers in fingers type and led me to a room. He had a magnetic card by which he opened the room.
As I entered the room, I saw it wasn’t the room, it was a huge hall. The room was having a nice ambience. Big halls and big windows, there was a door at one side of the wall.
“Open that door,” he said.
The door leads to another room which has a round bed. It was the bedroom. With 3 half walls covered with the mirror. On the top ceiling also was the mirror with some artwork sort of things. It would be a nice display if someone is fucking on the bed. I have seen this only in some movies but seen it for the first time in reality.
“Enter the room and see the windows. It shows you the sea. You can sleep on the bed and watch the sea nicely.” He said.
“I want to go to the washroom,” I said. Showing no interest in the bed.
“Bathroom is that way.” He showed me the way towards the bathroom which passes by the bedroom.
I stepped into the bedroom. It smells so nice and elegant smell. The window showed a perfect view of the sun at 4 pm and the sea. It was the first time I saw such a perfect view. I was moving towards the bathroom.
“While you come back from the bathroom, I want you to get rid of this blouse and petticoat,” he said.
This means he wanted me to return to bed with my bra and panties only. How dare he is, I thought. But his voice was so commanding that I smiled at his talk and opened the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom. It was as big as the bedroom. It had a shower cubicle made of a full glass. It also had a bathtub in the middle of the bathroom. It has a good window to see the sea from the bathroom. The whole bathroom was artistically made and had golden paint. It appeared as if it had gold. It was a delight to see such things. It was making my mood for small quick sex. I knew even Nikhil wanted that. I didn’t know what I was doing was right or wrong, but I knew I would never get any such opportunity next time. I want to capitalize on this situation and make this my remembrance of my lifetime. As you know, a woman’s heart is deeper than the ocean and the ocean has many secrets in it. This will be my secret to what I’m going to do.
I removed all the clothes, my saree and petticoat, my bra and panty and was admiring my body in the mirror. I was not looking ugly. The mirror quality was so nice and the frame was so artistic that it made me look more beautiful than what I use to see at home. I felt proud of my 36-c breast and my nipple was looking a bit brown, not black. I had trimmed my pubic hairs, but my pussy was not looking bad.
I ON the shower. The water was touching my skin so smoothly. I saw some conditioners and body oils, I smell it. It was a very nice feeling to put it on my body. I felt my body became so smooth. I liked it. I took my time for a shower and felt fresh and very smooth. I again wore my blue bra and matching panty. I know it’s of lower quality but Nikhil will not see the brand of the bra and panty but see my beauty from it.
I wrapped the towel on it. Yes! I was feeling shy. First time I was going to have sex other than my husband. But the person who is this rich deserves a simple fuck with me. I came out of the bathroom and saw Nikhil just in his underwear. He was looking at the sea through the balcony. As soon as I entered the bedroom, he turned towards me. I smiled
‘I am doing this because I want this’ I told him.
I removed my towel. He was looking at my matching bra and panty. My skin was glowing because of the body oil I just bath in. the fragrance in the room and of my body was making me mood for sex. Ultimate sex.
He just came near me. He took the breath of the perfume of my body. Started Escort Sakarya running his fingers over my shoulders down to my hands and my fingers and caught it. He led me to bed. Bend me over the bed. I was breathing very heavily. I didn’t know what would come. He just smells my ass over panty. I feel tickled over my ass. I laugh and jump. I moan a little too. He pulls my pants down. My ass was round enough for him to just slap it. I moan again.
My husband used to spank it but not this way. He was gentle but all his strokes of spank hit me hard on the ass. I moan will all his spank.
‘So, u slut is enjoying it’ he said, making his spank harder. My moan was getting into a scream.
My ass started getting red. The tears started coming. I asked him to stop at last. He did stop but he had some other plan.
He removed some hear phone type of things and he stopped at my clits and made small circles around my pussy with his fingers from behind. It was tickling. I was getting a twist on my pussy lips.
“What is this,” I asked Nikhil.
“It’s a toy, a Sex Toy,” he said.
I never saw a Sex Toy and was not aware of how does it work. It’s all games for rich people, I think.
The toy was off but the touch of the toy was feeling on the clits. He removed his underwear and laid necked on the bed. I was looking at his tool. It was as big as my husband but it was thicker. It looks more powerful. Felt like licking it. He asked me to sit on his face. Like mine pussy near his face and his dick in my mouth.
This is what I wanted. Still, the toy was between my pussy lips. I positioned in such a way that his mouth was near to my pussy. He tongued my clit softly, almost playfully, while moving the toy up and down my pussy. I let out another soft sigh.
He pressed the button on the toy bottom and vibration began. The vibrations were stronger than what Nikhil thought. I never thought my pussy will be assaulted like this. My hips were contracted but were enjoying the vibration.
I reached down his hardening cock and arranged the position allowing us to easily access each other’s parts. I took Nikhil dick into my mouth, as he pressed the vibrator into my pussy. When it had gone about halfway in, I lifted my hips and then relaxed. I knew I would cum soon as I never experienced any vibrating toys before in a pussy.
Slowly, he withdrew the toy and brought it up where his lips and were playing with my clit, allowing the vibrations to torture me more. But I was liking this sensation. He held it steady at first on the nub of my pussy lips, then ran the tip around and around.
Nikhil cock was in my mouth, but I was paying very little attention to it. Even though I like sucking the cocks, but mostly today I was interested in what was going on in my pussy. Nikhil was ok with it. Bringing me to the brink of orgasm was turning him on. I think he would have cum watching me moaning and screaming, pussy stimulations, while he was having fingers around my pussy.
I was approaching orgasm now and Nikhil knew it. The toy fucking became faster and more intense as he pushed the vibrator in, twisted it and then pulled out. Once every three seconds, once every two seconds and faster.
My hips soon gave up as I shoved on Nikhil. Nikhil’s cock also got thickened inside my mouth as he moved his dick in and out of my mouth, keeping rhythm with the vibrator in my pussy.
One more trust of the toy, two more and there I was. My hips rose into the air and stopped suddenly. She squeezed my legs together, not letting Nikhil pull the toy out just yet. The toy raptures my pussy spreading it wide, making a tingle with delight. It spread up towards my breast hardening my nipple and pulling my sink taut.
I sucked the toy hard with my pussy lips and suddenly remembered the cock in my mouth. I sucked it hard, too, making a slurping sound, electrifying Nikhil senses. It didn’t take much more than a few seconds for Nikhil to reach the point of no return. Warm semen squirted into my mouth. Three, four, five jets of his sweet salty cum before my ejaculation began to subside. I tasted it as it spurted from his cock, letting it roll around on her tongue, over and under it. Some drips from the sides of my mouth and some swallows.
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I and Nikhil lay in their now slightly awkward position for several minutes, before Nikhil got up and started going towards the bathroom.
“Come in the bathroom… slut..!” he said.
Why the bathroom, I thought. What next. Am I gonna get fucked in the royal bathroom or some more kinky things are waiting over there?. I don’t like anyone dominating me but his commanding voice has magic. Do read the concluding part of the story. Yes, do comment and let me know your view about the story.
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