MILF Hunter: The Entrapment
Author’s Intro: This is fatBatman writing my first story in ISS. I love humiliation, exhibitionism, and public sex. My stories are based on true incidents that happened in my life or heard from friends/cousins. I took the liberty to add some extra spice and drama to the true incidents to make them erotic and appealing to the readers. This is Amardeep (Amar), I am a millionaire’s son and a spoiled brat. I am 6.2 feet tall and have an athletic body. My father owns one of the largest biotechnology companies in India. We live in Hyderabad, I love playing basketball and mostly hang out with my teammates (again, all of them are sons of highly influential people in Hyderabad). I was planning to study BBA abroad. My friends and I decided to take a 1-year break to enjoy our late teenage years. We are into smoking, boozing and most importantly, girls. We almost dated and fucked all the girls in our class. We got bored of the young 18+ teenage girls and developed a fetish for MILFs. I want to share one of my best sexcapades. This story happened a few months back and the incidents are still fresh in my mind. It was in Aug 2023, and my gang was planning a Goa trip with some girls from my class. But I couldn’t join them due to a conflict with our company’s AGM meeting. My father insisted that I need to attend the meeting without fail. Since there was nothing I could do, I informed by batch in our WhatsApp group. Me: Bad news guys, I will not be able to join you guys tomorrow. Rohan: Bro, is everything okay? What a shock! Guess this is not a prank. Me: I need to attend our company’s AGM meeting tomorrow. Sandeep: So, you are going to miss fucking our bitches Jahnavi, Ritu, and Sameera? Akshay: Amar, we almost got Jahnavi’s mom. We are almost there to make the MILF our bitch. This is your plan, you have been craving to fuck Swathi aunty for a long. Me: I know Akshay, but you know about my father. You guys have all the fun. Hmm, that was disappointing, I will miss all the enjoyment with Jahnavi and others. Especially, Swathi aunty. We had been plotting to fuck her for a long time and I was going to miss the chance. I just kept my phone aside and dozed off. At around 6:00 am, my maid Rupa woke me up and asked to get ready soon and I had to leave for the AGM at 8:00 am. I just sat on the edge of my bed with my morning erection. My tool was peeping out of my boxers. I pulled Rupa by her hand and threw her onto the floor. I grabbed her by her hair and brought her mouth close to my 9 Inch cock. Rupa: Master, you are getting late. We don’t have time for this. Me: Bitch, shut your fucking mouth and quickly give a blowjob. I am already pissed off, do make me spoil your face. As a disciplined slave, she gave a blowjob. She slurped and stroked my dick vigorously. After 15 minutes, I unloaded my entire cum in her mouth. Rupa drank every single drop of my cum and licked my dick clean. After dominating the maid Rupa and having a blowjob from her, I felt a bit better and got ready. I wore a special suit design for this occasion. I quickly had some light breakfast and stepped out to find my trusted driver Raju waiting with my Mercedes Benz V Class. I got into the car and raced to the office. I was received by my father’s secretary, who guided me to my father’s office and handed over my speech. I was in no mood for this, my mind was in Goa and imagining Swathi aunty. The day was boring. After lunch, I gave my speech and went back to my father’s office and rested there. At around 5:00 pm, my father’s secretary came and told me that tonight there was a party with all the senior leadership along with their family. I knew that this could be even more boring with all the old guys, but I didn’t have any option other than attending it. The party was at Park Hyatt. I reached there by 7:00 pm. The party just got started and I went and joined my father. He introduced me to a couple of SVPs and C-level officers. Then I slowly escaped from them, found a corner table, and settled there. Meanwhile, my batch guys started to post some spicy pics with Jahnavi and others in our group. My frustration was growing from time to time and was growing restless. At that exact moment, I heard someone calling my name from a distance. When I turned around and saw it was Satheesh uncle. Satheesh uncle had been with the organization since the beginning, though he was a clerk in the Finance department, since he had been in the company for a long, he was a key person and everyone respected him. I have known him since my childhood. Satheesh uncle: Hello, beta (son). How are you doing? It has been a long time since we have met. You are all grown up and forget this poor uncle. Me: No, not at all, uncle. I was just busy with my studies. Let’s catch up now, anyway I am getting bored. Satheesh uncle: Why don’t you join us, my family is also here. Before I could say anything, he held my hand and took me to the table where his family was. Satheesh uncle: Beta (son), meet my wife Radika. Radika aunty raised from her seat and greeted me. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. Radika Aunty was a brilliant piece of art, she was my perfect dream MILF that I had been longing to fuck. Let me take a moment to describe her. She stands 5 feet 6 Inches tall, should be in her early 40s, milky white skin tone, and her sizes are 36D-32-34. She wore a black glittering net saree with a red sleeveless deep V-neck blouse. The saree was transparent and she draped it in a single plate, which gave a good view of her assets and curves. Her boobs were bulging out of her deep V-neck blouse and her plump navel was a treat for eyes. The navel was so deep that one could insert one-fourth of the dick. Immediately, I wanted to tear this perfect Indian milf’s blouse and suck those milky big boobs! Satheesh uncle: Beta (son), are you ok?! I just regained my senses and said – Me: Nothing. I am good, uncle.