Hi, Madhan here—an unapologetic erotic storyteller. Thanks to all ISS readers for your support. If you’re seeking secret thrills—girls, women, couples—find me on Hangouts or mail at [email protected] and telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity guaranteed.
This story belongs to one of my readers, Divya, and it will be narrated from her footsteps.
My (Divya) heart fluttered in excitement and thrill. Did I hurt him by disconnecting?
I checked myself in the mirror. Unwashed face, unkempt hair, and a nightgown. He did not call back. Did I really hurt him? I typed “Sorry,” but didn’t send it. I quickly ran to the washroom, bathed, and got ready. I redialled the video call to Madhan, but he didn’t answer.
I felt worried even after reaching the office. I eventually typed and sent the “Sorry” message. He didn’t reply even after reading it. I wondered why I sent it. My adamant nature is such that in my life, I have never said sorry so easily. Later that evening, I tried another video call.
This time, he answered for the last ring. I felt shy and could not meet his eyes. I blushed. He was on the point by staring into my eyes and asked me to show my assets. I don’t want to hurt him again, so I obeyed by widening the camera angle, displaying my boobs.
Watching my boobs over the kurti, he bites his lower lip, and his tongue drenched his lips. His eyes were making my nipples hard, waiting for his lips to be sucked. He watches me longer, and we finally bid bye. My unhappy face glowed again.
This continued for three more days. The fourth day.
Madhan: “I wish to see you today.”
Me: “Sure, we can meet.”
Madhan: “Yesterday’s picture is so alluring in my thoughts. Now I am so wild that if we meet, my hands and lips will not be able to keep quiet.”
His response stunned me and made me wet.
Madhan: “I will be waiting for you at the MG Road metro station at 10 in the morning.”
I didn’t respond. My pussy died to say “Yes.” But the disappointments from my three boyfriends leaving my pussy unclaimed made me cautious.
I don’t know, this stranger might be inviting me to dinner? Or a coffee? Or he might be playing and may not be at the location. I could play the cat and mouse game. But what if he gets angry and disappears on me? I damn wanted to get fucked.
I had wanted him since New Year’s Eve, 10 days ago. To my surprise, that was his last message. No begging, no asking for a response, no calls.
I took a warm bath and ran a finger over my pussy, my fingers were poked by the hair, which started to grow back. I had shaved for my boyfriend 10 days ago to get fucked. Shaking my head, I shave again, hoping Madhan wouldn’t disappoint and fuck this tight pussy loose.
I was ready to surrender my virginity to Madhan.
I dressed exactly like I did on New Year’s Eve. My eyes couldn’t notice anything around as the metro train passed through stations. My body shivered and sweated as the metro neared MG Road. I felt a cold breeze, but my legs moved quickly out of the train.
My eyes scanned the crowd in search of the tall man, Madhan. I scanned my phone, and the time was exactly 10. There were no messages. I typed “Where are you?” but didn’t send it. What if he didn’t come? What if, like the other three boyfriends, he, too, was not meant to fuck me?
That thought was stopped when Madhan called. He signalled, “Here.” I saw him on his bike. I walked slowly toward him, trying to keep a serious face. I watch his eyes, which tore through my dress to my skin. My pussy was vibrant, and my nipples were erect, seeing his devilish eyes scan me standing near his bike.
I climbed onto the bike, and as he moved, he pulled me against his back, crushing my boobs against him. I remain cautious not to hug him with the tightness I dreamed of. We drove into a dark parking alley of a luxury hotel.
He walked me to the lift. In the lift, looking at my lips, he comments, “If the camera weren’t here, I would have kissed you right away. I wanted to kiss you madly. I can’t wait to enter the room, cutie.” My mouth dried up hearing his sexy comment on my lips.
My brain lost sight of reality, and I was flying on a cloud. He completed the formalities at the reception. We went to the 7th floor. I followed him into the room like a dog following its owner. I was excited with no hint of fear of losing my virginity.
I anticipated him jumping over me once the door latched, as he challenged me in the lift. But he sat upright on the bed and watched me. I grin and try to hide myself from his dead stare. “Divya, come. Finally, we met.” He smiled. I slowly walk and sit next to him.
Madhan: “I expected you would come, Divya”. He kept his dead stare on me, and I looked away. He held my wrist and rubbed my palm. Oops, my hands were sweaty and shivering. I allow him to hold my hand. He angled my face so I had to see him.
I continued blushing. He made me comfortable, and his hand moved to my boobs. This was too quick. He brushed over the bare skin around the strap of my choli. His hand drifted around my boobs. I was wet already. His fingers circle one nipple twice, with his eyes goggling at my face.
He removed his hand and questioned, “I think you are afraid.” I shook my head, indicating NO. We talked for a bit, some general talks, while his hands brushed/rubbed my body warmer. I had goosebumps all over my skin. He smiles and moves closer to me.
His words, “I’ve been dying to kiss you since New Year’s Eve.” His cheek touched mine, and his lips kissed the lower part of my chin. Oh god, that was my spot. My mouth let out a moan, “Ah,” and my hand held his strong shoulder.
Madhan’s hand cupped my boob over the choli. He drags me and makes me sit on his thigh. He brushed my lips with the back of his hand. His lips gently touched mine. His lips don’t move and remain touching my lips. His hand slides into my lehenga, and his warm palm travels to my thighs and massages.
He slowly sucked my upper lip while my eyes remained closed. He continues to squeeze my thigh gently, and his other hand moves over to my neck. His lips continue to suck. I slowly open my lips and take his lips and suck them.
Slowly, the kiss started to increase its pace. In seconds, his lips and my lips were harshly sucking and kissing wildly. His hands now cup and feel one boob and then the other, my body leaning over his. The kiss went on and on, just like I dreamed, with my tongue sucked dry.
The kiss made me feel very comfortable to finally surrender my pussy. With our lips still locked, his hand reached the hooks of my choli. He unhooked them slowly and pulled them away, revealing my red bra, which was hiding my delicate, medium-sized boobs.
Madhan drags the strap of the bra down, revealing my milky white boobs like the skin of an orange peeling away. He stopped kissing to look at my small, dark nipples. My eyes open and watch his hungry eyes. Oh, he cherishes watching my boobs and my erect, small, dark brown nipples.
His whole palm scrubs over the delicate boob one after the other. His eyes lock onto my eyes, and with a smile, his lips gently wrap my nipple. His tongue then circles the nipple, drenching the area with his saliva, while my other nipple was being played with by his thumb and index finger.
His gentle lips sucks the nipple like a candy. He then moves to my other boobs and repeats the same thing. His hand was rubbing my clean-shaven underarms. After sucking the other boobs, his lips gently kiss and suck all the skin of my delicate boobs.
He removed my sandals and unbuttoned the lehenga, dragging away the jumbled lehenga to reveal my matching red panty, which was wet with my orgasm. He rubbed his fingers over the wet panties. His four fingers slide into my panties and start massaging my drenched pussy.
He could have simply removed the panties and had complete access to my pussy. But this felt more hornier. His finger tickled over my wet pussy with his middle finger, trying to enter the pussy hole. Oh heavens, the moment his finger glides inside.
My round buttocks still over his thighs. He lifts his thighs, positioning my pussy to his lips. In no time, when I was damn horniest, he pulls away my panties and locks his lips and sucks the pussy. Oh God, without my conscience, I was shouting and moaning loudest.
He sucking starts gently, but then his dirty tongue and lips are savagely eating away my pussy. I was so horny that even with so much licking, my pussy continued to leak juices. He dragged me onto the bed and applied spit to his hands. He rubs his fingers. “Ready,” he asks.
In my thoughts, the fear of pain was superseded by the pleasure of Madhan’s cock inside me. My pussy waited while he prepared his thick cock with a condom. He even applied coconut oil all over the dotted condom, which stuck to his big tool.
I kept waiting with my legs spread wide apart. “Hey Madhan, Fuck me”, I appealed like a slut. It was my first time. It really felt very romantic when he lifted one leg, and his lips caught my lips, and his hand positioned his dick over the tight pussy and gently slid into me.
I thought that thick dick wouldn’t go inside me. Like a rod, his dick slowly enters my body. I did not feel any pain, and the pleasure was at its peak. I hold his strong shoulders. His dick continues to slide into me almost ¾ th, and then he unhurriedly pulls out.
He then grabs my neck, and this time, his dick moves into my dripping pussy effortlessly. He pulls out and pushes the third time harshly. “Ahhhhhhhh Madhan” (I shout). My eyeballs pop out. The third time, his complete cock was inside me. My fingernails poked, injuring his shoulder.
I felt a small pain. With his complete cock, submerged in a young girl’s virgin pussy, Madhan bends and eats my nipples and boobs. A relief for years of yearning to have this kind of feeling. Damn, I felt relieved, and my hands cup his face and pull them closer. My lips kiss his lips, consuming the pain in the kiss.
He pulls out his cock. We waited, hugging each other for half an hour. He banged me faster in the second round. First as a missionary and later as a doggie. Oh god, doggie felt too dreadful. I stopped him when his dick felt like it was travelling too much into me.
I expected him to ask about the pain and losing my virginity. But he never discussed them; instead, he tells how much he enjoyed fucking me. I felt pleased, and there was no guilt in losing my virginity to this man.
That was the start of long and multiple meets and fucks. I needed more, but on that day, I felt enough.
We met in a week. This time, his tongue slides inside my pussy. His hands squeeze my boobs to pulp. His dick pounds into my pussy. I felt more pleasurable in the doggy position.
Madhan asks for a swap with the same attitude. If you want, you can come. I don’t want to lose him. Importantly, his dick in me, so I agreed and tried to swap too.
The story ends here. Thank you all.