Hey guys! This is Abhi Kapur from South Kolkata. So, I am 31 now, and can be called a later bloomer. I’m 5’6″, good looking and blessed with a 6.5″ dick which is has satisfied every girl, woman and milf I have ever fucked. I am half Muslim and half Hindu. You can read real life experiences here. This is just an outlet to share my experiences anonymously with you guys. I am thoroughly enjoying speaking to the ladies and gentlemen who wrote to me with feedback and I hope to get more.
My birthday was approaching. I hadn’t made any plans. But thankfully, the women in my life had other ideas. While Vanessa had asked me to meet her on the day of my birthday, Mary also reached out to me saying she wants to meet me the night before my birthday and be the first to wish me and we all know what that means. Sofia also texted me and asked to meet before she flew out again and asked me plan it out on my birthday and next day which was a national holiday. You can understand how excited I was.
But before my birthday came, I got a very special text.
Swati- Kya re? Bhool gaya mujhe?(What’s up? You forgot about me?)
Me- Ekdum nahi. (Of course not.)
Swati – Birthday pe kya chahiye? (What do you want on your birthday?)
Me – Tumko yaad hai mera birthday? (You remember my birthday?
Swati – Jab tak zinda rahungi teri har baat yaad rakhungi. (I’ll remember everything about you as long as I’m alive)
I blushed while reading that message.
Me – Tumhe achhe se pata hai, mujhe kya chahiye. (You know very well what I want.)
Swati – Ek baar bol na kya chahiye tujhe, mujhe sunna hai tujhse. (Tell me once what you want, I want to hear it from you.)
Me – Tum chahiye mujhe. (I want you)
Swati – Uff haaye! Aa ke le le. Teri hi hun. (Uff, Come and take it. I’m all yours)
Me – Pata hai tum meri hi ho. Time kitna milega? (I know you’re mine. How much time will you give me?)
Swati – Kya iraada hai? Bol na. (What are your intentions? Tell me.)
Me – Pehle bahut pyaar karunga, phir randi ke chodunga. Thuk ke, thappad maarke, zaleel karunga meri randi ki tarah. (I’ll love you affectionately first, and then treat you like a whore. I’ll spit on you, slap you and humiliate you like my whore.)
Swati – Aur mat bol, chut geeli ho gayi hai aur tu hai nahi mere paas pyaas bujhaane ke liye. Bolti hun kuch time mein. (Don’t say anything more, my pussy has started dripping and you aren’t here to sate my lust. I’m letting you know in sometime)
Me – Mera lauda khada hai tere liye. (My dick is hard for you)
Swati – Khada rakh. Aa ke baithti hun us par. (Keep it standing. I’ll come and sit on it.)
I waited for her messaged and the next day she messaged.
Swati – Saturday full day and night hai. Pati bahar hai aur bachho ko mausi ke ghar bhejungi. Subaah se pick up kar, bahut gift karungi tujhe. (Saturday full day and night. Husband will be out of town, and I’m sending my children to their aunt’s. Pick me up early so I can gift you a lot of things.)
Saturday morning I picked her up and I had booked a room at a resort a little outside Kolkata. She was wearing a tight body hugging churidaar with a shawl. She had a big bag with her. She got into my car and we head off. While driving she spoke.
Swati – Kitna time lagega humein? (How long before we reach?)
Me – 45 mins-1 hours
Swati – Tab tak iska kya hoga? (Till then, what do I do with this?)
She took my left hand and slid it down her pajama. She wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy was already wet. I drove with one hand and fingered her with another. She started biting her lips, sighing and shortly after she started moaning. Thankfully we were on the highway by then.
Part 2 coming soon…
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pf0w35/mym_prebirthday_gift_from_a_milff_who_had_become