The Horny Mallu - Part 1
This happened to me a couple of months back. It is a true story, but I’ll make it a bit more steamier to make it fun to read. So after my last story, I received a few emails from readers. Some of them were comments, and a couple of them were girls looking for some online fun. This happened during that time. A week later, I got a mail. It said. (I’m actually copy-pasting the mail, but it’s a translated version from Malayalam to English.) “Hey Saurabh, I loved your story, and it turned me on a lot. I am also from Trivandrum. Hope to get to know you a lot more. Love Priya.” I thought it was a guy posing as a girl. (I had received a couple of emails like that as well. I have no idea why, though.). But then again, I gave it a shot. I replied. “Hey Priya I’m happy to hear that you loved my story, and I’d like to get to know you as well. If you’re interested, DM me in hangouts. Same mail id. Love, Saurabh.” After that, I didn’t give it much thought and didn’t expect anything. The next day, almost at 9.30 pm, I got a notification, “Hey Saurabh, it’s me, Priya.” I thought, “Well, wow, okay!” But then again, it still could be a guy posing as a girl. So I texted back. The chat goes like this. (The entire conversation was in Malayalam, this is a translated version) S: Hey, Priya. Happy to see your text. Listen, it’s not about you, but I have received a couple of emails with guys posing as girls. I have no clue why. So, can you give me some sort of evidence that you’re a girl? She sent audio. It sounded. P: Hey, Saurabh, I am Priya. Now are we good? Damn! Her voice was so hot and kinda familiar. Aah, but I didn’t give it much thought. And the chat went: S: You have a very sexy voice, dear. P: Oh well, thank you. S: So, can you tell me more about you? P: Well, I am 35 years old and have lived in Trivandrum for over 10 years. I live in Pattom. S: Oh nice, I’m from Karyavattom. I’m glad you liked my story. P: Oh yeah, it was so hot. Yesterday I fingered reading your story before going to bed. It was one of the best orgasms I’ve had in years. S: That’s a very nice and kind of the hottest compliment I’ve received. Priya, if you don’t mind me asking, are you married? P: No, it’s fine. You can ask me anything, and yeah, I am married. S: Isn’t he here? I mean, you said you fingered my story. If you’re married, then couldn’t you have had sex? P: My husband is not a very romantic person. He is not that excited about sex nowadays. S: I’m sorry. It shouldn’t be the case. I mean, from the mental image I have created, you are really hot. And a woman got needs. P: Really? Do you think so? S: Yes, and you’re in your prime now. If I were your husband, I would have satisfied you in ways you can’t imagine. P: Oh, Saurabh (with a blush emoji). Maybe I would have satisfied you in unimaginable ways as well. (wink) I took it as a starting signal. S: So, how do you look? I want to know about that hot body. P: Lol, it must be tough to get a clear image, huh! Well, I’m 34D-30-32. Pretty hot, huh, Saurabh? I have a wheatish complexion and medium height. S: Oh, damn, what I wouldn’t give to see you right now. P: Really? S: Yes! And I received an image. I opened it and was amazed to see the person. Holy fuck! It’s Priya aunty! (Priya aunty was one of my mother’s closest neighbour friends when we lived at a different place). That too in a very low-cut top! I didn’t believe that, of all people, Priya aunty would sext with me. She was/is like the hottest milf ever. Oh, the things I’ve done to see her cleavage in my teenage. I used to drop a lot of stuff just to make her bend. She had the perfect boobs. So firm and juicy. Damn, and now the same aunty is flirting with me. I knew that it was my golden chance. So, I didn’t reveal my identity and just kept chatting anonymously. S: Oh, fuck me now, Priya. You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. P: Don’t flatter me, Saurabh. I’m sure you’ve been with much hotter ladies. S: I swear, I have never. You’re perfect. The curves, the texture, the horny face and the slutty body. Trust me, if I ever get the chance to fuck you, I mean fuck the shit out of you. You would never sleep with another man again because no one else will satisfy you as I do. P: Oh, Saurabh, baby, you’ll really fuck me that good? S: Oh, yes, baby. Till you wash my body with your cum. P: Mm, in that case. Why don’t you drop by? “XYZ address” at 11? My husband leaves at 10 and won’t be back till 7 pm. I was on cloud 9 on reading that text. S: Oh, you bet. Can’t wait to clap your ass. P: Bye, baby. I turned off my phone. I couldn’t sleep that night. Sure, I’ve been with girls before, but this one’s different. I was so hard just by the thought that I wanted to jerk off, but I held it all for tomorrow. I somehow got some sleep late. The next day, I woke up with the biggest smile and boner. Did my routine and left. I was a bit early and saw her husband leave as she closed the gate. She looked sexy as ever. I texted her. S: Hey, I’m about to reach. I know I’m a bit early, but I can’t wait to see you, sexy. P: Aww, yeah, it’s fine. Be at my doorstep in 15 minutes. Can’t wait to see you too. I waited for 10 minutes and rang the doorbell. She opened the door. She was in a purple saree with a low-cut sleeveless blouse. I was standing there admiring her beauty for a few seconds. But she was quite shocked as she recognised me. P: Oh shit, Saurabh, it’s you! Oh my god, I’ve been talking to you! S: Aunty, yes, I know it’s a surprise, but… She was in full astonishment. She never expected this. P: It was your story? You did all that? Oh, and I sent my picture to you! S: Aunty, relax. Just relax. It’s all right. I made her sit on a couch, and she got a hold of herself. S: Aunty, before I say anything, I promise my mom or no one else knows I’m here. I sat beside her and held her hand.