I was sitting by myself in my hotel room. He is supposed to be here soon. I have been ready since crack of dawn. I am so excited that I could not sleep last night.
I have been waiting for this day for a long time. From the time I started talking to him on the internet chat line, I knew it was going to happen, sooner than later.
I am a loner from far south, belonging to schedule cast. I am a single mother in my late twenties with two kids, twelve and six years of age. They are from two different fathers, nether of them were married to me. I was kicked out of home when I was sixteen as my parents could not control me.
I have not had a man for more than seven years. I can’t deny the fact that I do miss it. Nothing like going to sleep with a warm body to cuddle and the rest which goes with it too!
I have to be honest with you. If you look at me you will know why. I am not good looking and very fat. Most of my weight gain was over the past 7 to 8 years. I was quite slim when I was young. I was even considered pretty. I never knew my father. I believe he was a foreigner, which explained my fairer than normal skin tone for a south Indian. Every one agreed that I had a nice body even when I was in my early teens, especially in reference to my big boobs, which was my trump card and bought me lots of favours.
When I left home, I ended up in Chennai. I found a natural habitat among the Anglos who were centred around Thambaram. That is when I started my umpteen number of affairs and the two unwanted pregnancies. When I was at the end of my tethers, I went back home. My mother accepted me back home.
I have been busy bringing up the kids all by my self, since mum died. I did it the hard way. I am a teacher’s aide at a primary school at home town. I have been careless in looking after my self. Apart from letting the weight get better of me, especially around my waist, I have also been slack with my appearance, especially with my clothes and hair. My hair looks like a dog’s breakfast, as one of the kids at school told me once. I have stopped applying make up long time ago. My clothes were ill fitting. Fortunately the sari hid my rolls of fat
I met him on the internet. One night, I was fed up with work and was surfing the net and got into a chat programme. I went into the 50 plus site. Most of the people in the younger age sites in real life were pre adolescents pretending to be older. Wanted t talk to some one with half a brain. There he was. As if he was waiting for me.
Told me on the first day itself he was in his late sixties. I told him he could be my sugar daddy! He thought it was funny. We hit off from the word go. It was refreshing to talk to some one who was intelligent and witty. Never told me what his profession was.
We talked about family, children and all sorts of things. He was well read and had interest in variety of subjects. It was fun and many a times I have sat in front of the computer and laughing out loudly looking at what we were writing to each other.. My kids thought I was getting mad.
I don’t know at what stage the conversation became sensual in nature. I won’t call it sexual because it was more like teasing and bantering rather than straight out ‘let me fuck you’ sort of talk. In a nice way, he told me that as he was growing older he was not interested in physical aspect of a relationship but more in the emotional kind. He had a great wife and family and I envied him very much.
“What you need is good sex” he told me one day.
“That is easily said than done in this God forsaken dump where I live.”
“Get out if of the place and move to Chennai.”
“I have been there and done it all. But, there is a better alternative. It will be much easier if you could oblige me.” I teased him.
“You will need two paddle pop sticks and a sticking plaster if you expect me to do any thing of that kind.”
We had a good laugh over that.
We started talking openly about sexual matters. I told him about all my sexual adventures. Started when I was ‘too young’ even to mention the age. I was always a dissenter; rebelling against every thing – parents, teachers, priests – you name it. Lost my virginity long before I learned the logarithms. Had my first child before I turned 18.
I was lucky to get the teachers aide job which gave me just enough to live on. My parents left me a roof over my head and with regular income from some investments which made it a bit easier to get by.
I had to go to the Chennai for a seminar for teacher’s aide; all expenses paid to stay in the city for a week. I was excited. Break from the kids. A friend was kind enough to offer to look after the kids. My internet friend lives not far from the city, and thus we planned to meet. I had no lectures today.
I did not want to wear sari as it made me look older and fatter. Went and bought a colourful skirt and a matching blouse. I hardly wear skirt and blouse. As a rule I don’t wear any makeup either; but, today I tried to apply some mascara, which did nothing to brighten up my dull and puffy face. The lipstick was an after thought; just a little touch.
The skirt I had on tried its best to cover the rolls of fat around my belly, but still did not come far down enough to conceal my stout and dumpy legs. The blouse was too big. I always wore over sized tops to hide my enormous bosom. The bra barely held in place the two pendulous boobs of mine.
I was recollecting the last conversation we had, before I left home. He asked me what we hope to do when we met. I teased him and said I want to own his body for the duration. He laughed at it and asked what did I intend doing with his body. I told him that he had no say once I take charge of his body.
He thought for a minute and said that he agreed provided there was one exemption. I was curious what it was. “No fucking.” I was taken aback. It was so unusual for a man to say that. Every man whom I have come across in my life all they wanted to do was to get into my pants! I did not argue with him.
I forewarned the hotel reception that my father will be visiting me. My Sugar Daddy! I looked at my watch. It was 15 minutes past the time he said he will be here He was not coming. It was all a big joke. I bet he was having a great laugh sitting in front of his computer.
I have kept the latch open so that he could just push the door and come in. Then I heard a knock. Ever a gentleman. He entered the room. He was very tall and elegant looking. Dressed in trousers and short sleeved shirt. Wow, what a hunk he was.
“Sorry I am late. I missed the earlier train.”
I was speechless and sat motionless on the bed.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He asked. It was a minute or two before I answered.
“I am. Sorry; I was sort of taken aback by your appearance.”
“Am I that old and ugly?” He was teasing me; I knew that.
I got up and moved closer to him. He was taller than me, but just. I stood in front of him not knowing what to do next. He put his arms around me and hugged me. Our bodies crushed against each other. Mmm. It felt good, being in the arms of a man after so many years. We stood like that for what appeared to be an eternity.
He took my chin in his hand, looked into my eyes with a smile and gently placed his lips on mine. That opened the flood gates; we hung onto each other and started kissing passionately. Our tongues were seeking each other inside our mouths, lapping up the saliva; he smelt great and tasted delicious too. I have never been kissed like this ever in my life.
“Oh hon,” I sighed as we emerged for breath. “You are such a great kisser”
“You are not bad either.” We continued to kiss more. It was gentle but loving at the same time.
“Let me take you clothes off” I offered. He smiled and let me unrobe him. I was methodical as I removed one item at a time and carefully hung them in the closet. He was down to his undies. I tarried for a moment to admire his body. For a man in his mid 60s he looked great. Not muscular, but not flabby either. I gently felt all over his body with my hands, avoiding the parts covered by his undies. I gently pinched his nipples which seem to be stimulated by my touch.
“mmm, nice” I said and bent down and kissed them one at a time. He looked down and smile.
“Do you like to suck them?” he asked. I have never been asked to suck a man’s nipple before and the idea excited me. I gently took one of them in my mouth and nibbled on it. I could sense it growing in size and had a nice feel in the mouth. He was quite stimulated by my action as he moved his body and moaned as I continued to suck.
I gently pulled his undies down and let it slip around his feet. I looked down at his cock. It was small and quite flaccid. Once I start to play with it, I was sure it won’t remain the same! I gently took it in my hand and started to stroke it.
“Let me sit down, if you don’t mind” he said.
“Sure honey.” I made him sit at the edge of the bed and knelt in front of him. I could see his cock at close quarters. He was circumcised. It was brown and nicely shaped. The fact that it was not huge and stiff as a bone appealed to me. In the past I have been intimidated by the size of the cocks of my partners. Contrary to what people believe, I know many women feel the same. I took his cock again and stroked it while watching his face. He was keenly looking at what I was doing.
I told him that I did really love his cock because it was not huge. He said that I was saying it just to make him feel good. I smiled and told him that I will show him soon how much I love it. Almost immediately, I took it in my mouth, he did not expect that. I started to suck it taking all I could into my mouth. It really felt good. I moved my head up and down swallowing the shaft and I could feel his cock quickly swelling inside my mouth. In no time it grew to a considerable size.
He was ecstatic as his cock was pulsating and throbbing inside my mouth as I kept sucking it vigorously. In the past I have been deep throated a few times and I hated it as it always made me gag and feel like throwing up. But his cock was just the right size. For the first time in my life, I understood the meaning of the saying ‘any thing more than a mouthful is wasted!’ he started to move his groin against my mouth to keep in pace with my sucking and before long with a great groan he shot his load into my mouth. I lapped up every drop of it. I was not sure whether it was my imagination or not, but his cum really had a different texture and pleasant flavour compared to the ones I have tasted before. I kept sucking for some time even after he came. He politely asked me to stop it as it was tickling him. I laid my head on his lap and he gently stroked my hair. It felt great. We talked for some time.
Suddenly he asked me, “How come I am the only one who is naked and you are fully clothed?”
I laughed and said, “It was our deal, you remember, that I have complete control of your body when you come here.”
“Oh that is not fair, I would love to see your body too.”
“No way. Mine is so ugly I can’t let you see me”
“Oh please. You are not ugly at all. I like you very much and I don’t care how your body looks, I love to see, feel and cuddle your naked body against mine.”
“On one condition. You had your condition and I will have one too” I said.
“Sure, what ever you say” he replied.
“I will take off only in the dark. Lights off and drapes pulled to make the room pitch black”
He was about to protest, but changed his mind. “Okay’ he agreed.
I asked him to hop into the bed and pull the sheet over him and that I will join him in a minute. I turned the lights off and made sure the curtains were closed. I turned away from him and slowly took off my clothes and hesitantly climbed into the bed next to him. It has been years since I have been in a bed with a man.
He put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. From past experience, I knew what will happen next; he is going to grab my boobs and try to squeeze them until it hurts. But I was in for a surprise. He kissed me gently and said. “I am glad that we finally met today”
“Yes me too” I replied. He then started to kiss me. We hugged each other and kissed with great passion, rolling over each other. He kissed my forehead and then my nose and then my ears. He came down to my neck and dwindled there for a long time. It was so sensual.
I took his hand and placed it on my boob. He tenderly held it for a minute and then gave it an ever so gentle squeeze. I wanted him to squeeze me harder. He used both his hands to hold on to one of my boobs and gently squeezed them.
“mmm they are so big and firm’ he remarked. They might be firm but they were sagging because of the weight.
“Suck me honey” I prompted. He took my nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it like a hungry baby. He slurped and sucked while squeezing at the same time as if trying to milk the udders of a cow. I wanted to make it easy for him; so I climbed over him, making sure not to crush his body by supporting my weight with my knees and elbows. My boobs were hanging down like two over ripe melons. I knew men like to play with boobs hanging over their face.
“Wow. They are so big!” He exclaimed before taking hold of one of them and started to suck on it, while twiddling with the other nipple. I was beside myself. I was gyrating with excitement and knew that I was going to get an orgasm pretty soon.
“Oh sweetie, please don’t stop. I am going to come soon!” I cried out.
He went from one boob to the other sucking and playing with the nipples at the same time., I had to roll lover to my side as I could not hold my self in that position while my crotch was shuddering with the climax I was reaching. He did not stop with the sucking until the orgasm gradually subsided. I grabbed his face and kissed him and said, “Oh honey, it was great. That was better than a fuck, honestly!”
Even in the dark, I could see him smiling. But what he said next was puzzling.
“I have surprise for you.”
I love surprises. “What is it?” I eagerly asked.
“You have to wait and see.” He turned around and was trying to get some thing from his bag which was lying next to the bed. He must have got what he wanted, as he turned back towards me.
I felt his hands around my pussy area and some thing hard rubbing against the entry to the hole. Then I felt some object gradually getting inside my pussy. I knew that it was not his cock as it was lots harder and bigger than a normal cock. As I was quite wet with my pussy juices, what ever it was slid in quite easily even though I felt it filling the whole cavity.
“Oh my God” It was a dildo. He was holding onto me with one arm and with the other was pushing the artificial cock in and out of my pussy. I have played around with one of them many years ago, but it was a much smaller one. This felt like a real size cock, bigger than any real one I ever had inside me.
“Oh honey. It is wonderful.” Even though I just had an orgasm, I know I was going to have a greater and better one, soon. He increased the tempo of his movement.
“Suck me while you are fucking me” I cried out. His bent down and started to suck my tits without dropping a beat with his movement of the dildo. I twisted, turned and cried with pleasure; I didn’t care whether any one could hear me. My room was at the end of the corridor and I knew the adjacent rooms were not occupied.
I moved to keep pace with the piston like action of the rubber dildo. I wanted to please him too. I grabbed his cock with one hand; it was partly aroused, despite the fact that he had an ejaculation not too long ago. I pumped his cock and it responded to my touch and started to grow in size. I wished it was his real cock which was inside me and not an artificial one, but that is what he wanted, and I was happy with what ever I had.
He started to moan as his cum started to build up inside his balls. I wanted him also to come at the same time as me. The tempo of our movements and the noise level of our groaning reached a peak, when we both came at the same time, with a big howl of joy. I felt his cum all over my hand and at the same time a gush of juices seeped out of my pussy.
This was heaven. He did not stop the fucking for some more time. I wanted him to keep the dildo inside me for ever as I kept getting contractions coming in spurts after the main one – what my ex partner used to call as ‘after shocks’! He stopped only when his hands got tiered.