When An Author Meets Her Regular Reader

Anjali waited outside the railway station with her left hand holding her mobile to her ear. It was nearly eight o clock at night and she wasn’t standing close but at a moderate distance from the station. Today Ananth was arriving. She wrote sex stories on iss and Ananth was her fan and also her ‘online boyfriend’.

Anjali: where are you?
Ananth: I am outside now looking for you.
Anjali quickly walked out of sight and hid behind a parked car.
Anjali: what are you wearing? And just raise your hand.

Ananth said he was wearing a red shirt and blue jeans and immediately she spotted a guy with that attire (who looked much younger than twenty eight) raise his hand.

Anjali: alright then, there is a box lying on a red car next to you, place your mobile in that and bring it to XXX hotel now. There you’ll find a guy in white uniform. Give it to him and enquire about me to the receptionist, she will give you my room key as I have told her to do so.
Ananth: really there is no need to take my phone, there is nobody with me.
Anjali: you surrender the phone or go back to Mumbai without even a glance at me.
He had to do it. He found the box and placed the mobile inside. Then he looked around for a taxi.
Anjali: driver, take me to the hotel.

Her driver drove through the streets and they reached the hotel in twenty minutes. Anjali told the driver that a guy was delivering a package. He had to take it and keep it safe until further instructions. She waited in the car and he did it and within fifteen minutes he called her to inform that a guy had just delivered a package. She thanked him and asked him to keep it safe in his room in the hotel. Then she stood up and went inside.

Anjali: did he come?
Receptionist: Yes, madam. A guy came and I gave him the key.
Anjali: thank you.

She hopped in to the elevator. her heart was beating so fast that it felt like it would pop out. She was now going to have sex with a stranger. He wasn’t exactly a risk as she had taken precautions for the encounter. She had secured his phone due to which he would not be able to contact anyone until he left which would keep away unwanted friends or accomplices of Ananth from the room.

It had taken thirteen months of rigorous sex chats and pleading from Ananth for her to agree for this. He had even offered money but Anjali wasn’t that type of woman. She was looking for a partner. She wanted love. Though she was looking for someone known but Ananth had won her trust over the time.

Anjali was now only a foot away from the door and so she paused. Now was the only chance. She could retreat now or she could go in. It took her nearly five minutes to decide and she held the door knob and turned it. She opened the door slowly and found him sitting on the sofa inside. The moment she entered he stood up and stared at her, dumbstruck. The shell-shocked expression was expected hence she silently closed the door and smiled at him.

Ananth: oh my…!
He strode closer to her and his jaw dropped.
Ananth: you’re Anjali aunty?

Anjali nodded and laughed at his nervousness. All the time he wanted to meet her and now when he had finally met her, he was acting as if he was meeting a Bollywood superstar.

Ananth: I can’t believe it; really, this is like a dream!
Anjali smiled and held his hand: this is real and I am here!
Ananth: it is still a dream for me…you don’t know how happy I am today…

Ananth gazed at her in amazement then he broke out of the trance and he raised his hands. The fingers touched her face and his right thumb traced her lips. Then he held her head and leaned towards her face. Anjali’s heart was beating harder than ever as she closed her eyes and accepted his deep wet kiss. He was rough and passionate at the same time. His hands held her cheeks firmly while she hugged him tightly as she was enjoying the kiss of her online boyfriend. His thin and hard lips munched her pouty and red lips. They changed the angle and kissed for a couple of minutes more. Ananth’s hands left her cheeks and travelled down to her breasts. He felt her large bosom over the dress as if measuring the size.

Anjali: You must be tired…let’s eat something.
Ananth: I don’t want to miss the limited time I have with you!
He started kissing her again but Anjali broke apart again leaving a silky bridge of saliva between their lips.
Anjali: See, if you’re not strong enough then how will you perform?
Ananth: alright! Anything for you, but please hurry. I can’t wait

Time was past eleven as they had spent some time watching TV. After dinner Ananth was lying on the bed waiting for her to come out. Anjali was in the bathroom. He waited and after some time she walked out. She closed the lights and now there was only this dim source of light coming out of the table lamp next to the bed. Ananth was scared now, he was nervous beyond belief as it was his first time.

Ananth turned and watched her climb on the bed. Now was the chance, pulling up enough courage he raised his arms Anjali smiled and allowed him to pull her body closer to his and her body dropped on him, the boobs crushed on his chest. He hugged her tightly and brushed aside the strands of hair on her face. Then he held her cheeks and gave her a mind-blowing kiss.

Ananth and Anjali rolled from one side to other of the bed kissing each other frantically. Ananth was the most passionate among them. He ate her mouth and bit her lips. Then he made her open her mouth and poked his tongue inside. It was an incredibly buoyant experience. Anjali, being an experienced sex story author, knew exactly what to do and she sucked his tongue and drank his saliva.

Ananth: you’re so tasty Anjali aunty.

In answer she kissed him again and he kissed back. He was over her now and he was caressing her face and head. She was so appealing to him that he was treating her like a doll.
Ananth: I wish you were my wife.

Anjali: I am your wife tonight silly.

Ananth kissed her again and then pulled her in a sitting position. They undressed each other and he watched her in awe as she unhooked her bra. The two melons he had been craving to eat all his life sprang free from her D-cup and he pushed her back to the bed and climbed over her. Then he laughed as he could not believe that something like this was happening and he squeezed her boobs.

Anjali gave an inaudible gasp as he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them real hard. His finger nails scratched her delicate skin. He squeezed and played with her spongy breasts for some time after which he bent down and held one nipple in mouth. Whilst holding her nipple between his teeth he looked at her. Anjali took the cue and gave a fake moan. She did not like it but she wanted him t enjoy as much as possible. He switched to licking her nipples which turned her fake moans real. He was getting aggressive as he bit her boobs hard.

Anjali: OW!
Ananth: sorry…

He did not bite her nipples again which was good. He licked like a mad dog. He switched from one boob to the other, licking and sucking her spongy boobs which kept slipping out of his mouth. Her light brown nipple was erect and wet now. She could see red marks on the white delicate skin. But stopping a hungry nineteen year old devouring a mature woman was like asking a hungry lion to leave its prey.

Ananth: (holding one breast in each hand) oh Anjali aunty…you can’t imagine my state now. I never ever though I would be able to do something like this. Having sex with you is and will be the most beautiful thing I ever did. I feel like I am experiencing a sex story first hand.

Anjali: do everything you did in our chats dear…
Ananth: I will…but first…please suck my dick.
Anjali: leave it Ananth, I told you I do not like it much.
Ananth: please, please, please!!!

Ananth sat up and drew level with her. Then he gently pushed her and finding no other option Anjali held his cock. His dick was circumcised so she expected it to be clean but when her face came in close proximity to his groin she smelt the odor of his underwear.

Anjali: please wash it and come.
Ananth: I have an idea. You wash it for me.

He took her to the bathroom and sat on a stool. Anjali switched on the light and collected some water in the mug. Ananth was staring at her nude body like a hungry dog and for the first time she felt shamefully naked. She had never had done something like this in full brightness. Now she poured some water over his cock and applied soap. His cock was thick and rock hard and a vein was pulsating around the base. His cock was darker in complexion compared to his body color. It was hairy around the base and his balls were round and huge.
Anjali washed it thoroughly and wiped it. Then he insisted on a blowjob in the bathroom.

Normally Anjali avoided such things but he had a very persuasive expression so she obliged. She tied her hair in a knot, stroked his hard penis before bending over it and eating his meat. A grunt escaped his throat and echoed in the bathroom. They were on the third floor so it was safe to let his moans sound louder. Anjali expertly sucked his cock pulling his skin in mouth. Her head bobbed up and down his cock and her right hand held the base. Then after some time she let his cock out and took his balls in. He grunted again and held her head. As Anjali’s mouth and tongue sucked and licked the wriggly bag of skin.

Anjali switched back to sucking his cock and she kissed and licked the head which was rounder and fatter than any cock she had ever sucked. The minute holes had oozed pre-cum which she licked. The head was now shining and Anjali spat some saliva on her hand and applied it around the penis. She sucked harder and his moans grew louder. Her tongue traced his cock from top to bottom and then he held her head and forced his cock deep in her mouth. He moved his cock in and out of her mouth with super speed and loaded up all the semen inside her mouth.

Anjali went to the sink to wash her mouth. She had nearly swallowed a mouthful but luckily was able to stop it. She cleaned the insides and gargled once and by the time she returned Ananth was lying on the bed stroking his limp cock. Anjali climbed on the bed and embraced him.

Anjali: leave it; we’ll wait for it to get hard again.
Ananth nodded and Anjali caressed his hairy chest and kissed him around his neck.
Anjali: So, why did you lie to me? You said you were twenty-five.
Ananth: I’m sorry; I thought you’ll reject me if you knew I was only nineteen.
Anjali: and here I was imagining a twenty eight year old soon to be married man coming to meet.
Ananth: I guess we’re doing much more than just meeting.
He grabbed her left boob and pinched her nipple.
Anjali: ouch…so what about your friends?

Ananth: Really there was no need to confiscate my phone for that. I would never bring them to you.
Anjali: I am sorry but I had no choice. Confiscating your phone ensured that they will not know in which room we are even if they follow you to the hotel. I am woman and security is a priority.

Ananth wanted to argue but was quieted when Anjali’s hand moved down and held his shriveled cock. It was so delicate and spongy that she was ready to suck it again.
Anjali: you can pleasure me until you’re hard again, can’t you?

Ananth smiled at her and after giving her a swift kiss he moved down to her legs. He placed her legs on his shoulders and kissed and licked her inner thighs which made Anjali moan. He teased her like that kissing and moving towards her vagina and then going back. After some teasing he kept his hand on her triangle and rubbed it. Her secretions could be seen shining in his palm and to Anjali’s astonishment he licked them clean. Then he stretched his tongue out and gave a mighty lick.

Anjali nearly jumped in ecstasy and giggled. His head moved like a machine and he licked and sucked her pussy like dog drinking water. After some time he said his neck was paining and so she gave him a pillow. He lifted her ass feeling the soft ass cheeks and placed the pillow underneath. Now her pussy was in level with her face. His lips touched her pussy lips with a delicacy a warm aroma was reverberating from the vagina. Whilst licking he inserted his finger in as well. He moved it in an out with great speed and Anjali had to grip the pillows to control her from screaming. She just had her first orgasm.

In some time his cock was hard again and Anjali’s anticipation grew. He climbed over her body and embraced her. Then he inserted his penis inside and when he completely in Anjali gasped. His cock head was extremely bulbous which stretched her vagina to its limits. Her vagina had never been widened as much as her ex-husband and a few office colleagues (whom she had given a chance in bed) had average sized cocks. But his meat due to its unusual thickness had created that space in her and slowly he started fucking her.

The bed rocked back and forth creaking loudly under the vigorous thrusts and their added weights. He fucked ruthlessly moving in and out in amazing speed. Anjali’s eyes were closed and her breathing was getting heavier. Her legs were wrapped around his ass and her hands around his back whereas Ananth’s hand gripped the bed posts and his head was over her with their lips glued together.

He rammed her like that for few minutes then he stopped and switched to woman on top position. Anjali rode on him like a cowgirl, unable to control her moans while Ananth kept squeezing her boobs or pinching her nipples. Her body moved up and down and her ass clashed with his groin. The impact of their intercourse as well as the wetness around their sexual organs created strange sounds like ‘PUCH’. Then she bent down on him and he hugged her tightly and thrust his cock in and out with renewed speed. Her hair covered his face and he was biting her ears and cheek.

Ananth’s face screwed up and Anjali felt his speed increase so before he could cum, she pulled his cock out of her and dropped next to him.
Anjali: not so soon.
Ananth: I can’t help it.
Anjali: wait then, I want to cum as well.

Anjali waited for him to relax and then again she held his cock and inserted it inside her. This time they were in a sideways position and Ananth was facing her back. He started fucking her and bit her neck. She could feel his balls clashing under her vagina. Anjali let out a long moan as she cum.

Ananth: yes…moan and shout you slutty bitch.
Anjali: what?!!
Ananth: nothing personal, just reliving my dream where I screw sluts. Just ignore me.

He grabbed her hair and snarled more abuses which Anjali did not like.

Ananth’s pace increased rapidly and Anjali was forced to lie on her stomach as he climbed over her back and he rammed her vagina real hard before he released his sperms into her womb. His limp cock popped out and they slept in that position.

Anjali woke up and stretched. She opened her eyes slowly as it took them some time to adjust to the brightness. But when they did adjust her heart skipped a beat. She looked around frantically and found herself in her own bedroom. She was lying on her regular bed and there was no Ananth sleeping next to her after the wonderful night.

She threw away the blanket over her and found that she completely dressed in a nighty and not naked. Then reality hit her. But she couldn’t believe it. She had dreamt about meeting Ananth who was in fact pleading her to meet him once. She swore loudly and dropped back on the bed. She wanted the dream to turn real…she was so desperate. And the dream was so arousing that Anjali felt like she would fuck any man who would dare to enter her room now.

Anjali then opened her laptop and found an email from Ananth asking her to meet him just once for sex. She gave it a thought and realized that the dream was exactly how she would meet him but there was a difference between dreams and real life. She wanted to date someone known and not a stranger, life was too short for such risks.

Anjali clicked the reply button and typed in bold and capital letters.

SORRY…NO!

Neither do I support nor do I recommend adultery. The story is only for arousal and masturbation. Have a nice day/night.

About me: I am a wannabe novelist and spend my time to write these sex stories only as a practice to improve my writing. I cannot use the kind of words I would love to use but if I do that then the readers won’t understand half of them and won’t read the entire story therefore my English is simple. I earn my living as a columnist and also contribute my work in a prominent Bollywood magazine and it was in its office where one of my colleagues told me about this site. I took time to write about this coz readers who mail me want to know more about me. Thank you.

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