Hi friends, I am Charan, and I am 29 years old. I live in Hyderabad.
This story began about six months ago. It’s about something that happened between me and a reader of my erotic stories. Her name is Nithya (name changed). She read one of my stories, and one day she texted me on Google Chat.
Nithya: Hi, I read your story. It was really good. While reading it, I started imagining myself as the female character, and it felt so real.
Me: Oh, thank you so much. But your name isn’t in your email ID – it looks like some random name. Can I know your real name?
Nithya: I don’t like to share my name.
Me: Okay, no problem. But tell me, do you want to start a sexual relationship with me?
Nithya: Yes, Charan. But I’m really scared. What if it becomes a problem? Every day we see news about these things… guys going to a girl’s house and creating issues, taking pictures and videos, and blackmailing them. Thinking about all that, I’m afraid of having a sexual relationship with a stranger.
Me: Okay, then why with an unknown person, Nithya? Don’t you have anyone you know and trust among your relatives or friends?
Nithya: No, Charan. I couldn’t ask anyone because of personal judgment. People would judge me badly if I asked for sex. I can’t directly ask anyone for sex — I’m a girl, right?
Me: Okay, Nithya. Tell me what I can do for you. If it’s possible for me, I’ll do it.
Nithya: Thank God… at least you asked me what I want. I don’t want you to know my details. I mean, don’t ask for my personal details — not even my name. And I won’t ask anything about you either. But I want sex with you. Is that okay with you?
Me: Yes, Nithya… it’s absolutely possible. But I don’t need all your details. Just send me your picture, and I’ll send mine too. I need to see you once. Anyway, we’ll have to see each other if we want to do this. So, is there any problem with sending a photo, Nithya?
Nithya: Okay, Charan. You give me an idea. If I like it, I’ll send my picture.
Me: The idea is very simple, baby. We can just keep chatting like this on Google Chat. Through this, we can decide where, how, and when to meet. We don’t even need to exchange phone numbers.
Me: Okay, now for the plan… I live in Hyderabad. If you’re also in Hyderabad, I’ll tell you the name of a resort. I’ll fix a date and time. If you’re okay with it, we’ll take a room there and enjoy ourselves.
Nithya: If it’s a resort or hotel, then I’ll have to give my ID proof, right? I don’t want to give that.
Me: No, there’s no need to give the original. I’ll manage that. Or if you don’t want a hotel, I have my own room — you can come there.
Nithya: No, not your room. I don’t want a room at your place. I don’t want anyone to see me coming to your house, and I shouldn’t know where you live either. We should remain complete strangers.
Me: Okay. Are you living in Hyderabad?
Nithya: No, I live in a town far from Hyderabad. But that’s no problem; I can come to Hyderabad for two or three days by telling my family something.
Me: Okay, Nithya. Is the weekend fine for you? We’ll meet at XXX Hotel in the XXX area of Hyderabad.
Nithya: Hello, sir, wait. We’ll meet, but first send me your picture. I want to see you.
Me: (I sent my picture.)
Nithya: Wow, you look really good, Charan. You write sex stories, so I thought maybe you wouldn’t look that good, but you’re actually handsome.
Me: Thank you, Nithya. Now send me your picture.
Nithya: (Nithya sent her picture.)
She looked so cute, fair-skinned, and slim. Her breasts were medium-sized — I liked her as soon as I saw her.
Nithya: Did you like me, sir?
Me: Of course, Nithya. You’re really beautiful. I can’t believe you never had a boyfriend until now.
Nithya: No, Charan. Many guys have proposed to me. I even had feelings for some of my friends, but I never wanted to love anyone. Right now, I’m studying, but these sexual feelings are distracting me a lot. So much so that every night, instead of sleeping, I read sex stories for two or three hours.
Nithya: I imagine myself as the female character in them. But I know the pleasure from reading stories is nothing compared to doing it with a real man. That’s why I’m asking you. Please don’t think badly of me, Charan.
Nithya: Basically, I’m a good girl. Until now, I haven’t even hugged or kissed any guy. But at this age, I can’t control myself anymore.
Me: Oh, why would I think badly of you, Nithya? You’re giving me pleasure — I should be thanking you. Yes, I understand your feelings. No one can escape these desires at your age. It’s normal, so don’t be scared. It’s my responsibility to satisfy your sexual feelings.
Me: And I’m not like other guys. Just because we have sex once doesn’t mean I’ll force you again and again. If you like having sex with me after we meet, text me again here on Google Chat. Then we’ll meet again, but only if you want to. I’ll never trouble you.
Nithya: Thanks, Charan, for understanding me. Okay, I’ll come on the date and time you said, and to the hotel you mentioned. Just tell me how much the hotel and food for two days will cost. I’ll arrange it.
Me: Hey, no need for money. I have a job, and I have money.
Nithya: No, Charan. Let’s share the money. You’re not the only one who’s going to enjoy — I will too. And don’t worry about me; money isn’t a problem. Just tell me how much I need to bring.
Me: Okay, Nithya. Room and food for two days will be about 5,000. So, you just bring 2,500; that’s enough.
Nithya: Oh, that’s all? No problem. But I checked the hotel you mentioned on Google. It’s far from the city, and I don’t think buses go there. How will I reach it?
Me: Just get down at Rayadurgam Metro Station. By the time you arrive, I’ll be there with my bike. We’ll go together from there. The hotel is just 30 minutes from the station.
Nithya: Okay, Charan. Let’s meet on January 20.
Me: See you then.
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Before we met, Nithya told me how she wanted her “first night” to happen. She said she would wear a saree and had bought a nice saree and jacket for it. She also said she would wear bangles and anklets. She even told me to bring jasmine flowers for her hair, so I brought them.
I was really excited. I’d had sex many times before, but I had never felt this excited, because this time I was going to have sex with a girl I had absolutely no prior acquaintance with. It’s a very rare scenario.
As soon as we entered the room, we looked into each other’s eyes.
Nithya: Charan, I’ll take a bath and wear the saree. Can you wait outside for about 30 minutes?
Me: Hey, why wait? We’re going to have sex anyway. What’s the point of me not seeing you now?
Nithya: No. When we have sex, you’ll see everything while undressing me, one thing after another. Not before that. Please understand — I’m already very nervous and scared. Give me some time to cool down. Just go outside and take a walk. I’ll call you as soon as I’m ready, okay?
Me: Hey, okay. Don’t worry. Everything will go perfectly. I’ll go now. Call me.
I went outside. Nithya looked even more beautiful than in her picture. I was constantly thinking, “When will I get to touch that beauty?”
I was trying to calm myself down, thinking, “If I wait longer, the excitement will be even more intense.”
After a while, she called me.
Nithya: Ha, Charan, I’m ready. Come.
I thought waiting for the lift would waste time, so I quickly ran up the stairs to the room and rang the bell. She opened the door — ahhhhhh, a “Kamadevatha” (goddess of desire). Honestly, if desire had a form, it would look like her.
She quickly closed the door and went to sit on the bed. I was already in a T-shirt and shorts.
Nithya: What did you do all this time outside?
Me: What did I do? It felt like 30 hours, not 30 minutes. Damn, I didn’t imagine you’d look this beautiful in a saree.
Nithya: Am I really that beautiful?
Me: Beautiful isn’t enough. I feel like jumping on you right now.
Nithya: Oh my, you’re full of desire. Please, don’t be too rough. I don’t know anything about sex. Handle me gently.
Me: How should we start then?
Nithya: Ayyoo, you’re asking me? I told you I don’t know anything. Start however you want. I’m ready for anything, but please go slow. I’m extremely sensitive.
Me: Okay, then let’s start with a tight hug. Stand up.
She stood near the bed, looking like a goddess of lust.
Nithya: Come, hug me.
I went and hugged her. She hugged me back — just her breasts and stomach touched my body, and she kept her hips slightly away. The moment her breasts brushed against me, my desire surged. I immediately placed both my hands on her hips and pulled her closer.
Nithya: Ummm, Charan… shhh… this feels so good. Hold me tighter.
I hugged her even tighter. She was wearing jasmine flowers in her hair, and the fragrance was driving me crazy. I started kissing her neck softly.
Nithya: Uhhh… mmm… Charan… hold me tight… don’t stop… please…
I kissed her cheeks slowly. She lowered her head in shyness.
Me: Hey, look at me. I’m kissing you.
Nithya: Uhh… no… I’m feeling shy… it’s good… keep doing it… don’t stop, please.
“Ummm… ahhh…” she moaned softly while I kissed her. Soon, we were pressing our bodies against each other. She wrapped her hands around my neck and brought her lips close to mine, closing her eyes.
I understood and pressed my lips against hers. “Ussshhh… aaaaahhhhhh…” she moaned as we kissed. Without realizing it, we fell onto the bed together, still kissing passionately.
Our bodies were pressed so tightly that even air couldn’t pass between them. “Umchhh… umcchhhhhn… ummmmmm…” she moaned into my mouth as we kissed for about ten minutes. My desire grew even stronger.
I slid my hands under her blouse and touched her breasts. She let out a deep moan and pushed my head gently down. I understood she wanted me to lick her pussy, so I did.
She had pinned her blouse with a safety pin, which I carefully removed. Then I slowly unhooked her jacket one hook at a time.
Nithya: Uhu… uhu… hhh… Charan… please hurry… I can’t take it anymore… I want you to do something… I can’t bear these desires anymore…
She undid the rest of the hooks herself. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath — she had clearly prepared for this. She pressed her breast against my mouth with her right hand.
I started pressing her breast gently. My dick became rock hard.
Nithya: Hmmm… Charan… haa… keep doing that… harder…
I grabbed her with my right hand and squeezed a little too hard.
Nithya: Aaaaaaahhhhh… hmmm… it hurts!
I immediately stopped and asked what happened.
Nithya: Nothing… keep going… please don’t stop.
She pushed my head back toward her breast, and I continued sucking and pressing.
She lifted my head and guided me to the other side. I switched and started sucking there. I thought to myself, “Wow, she has been burning with desire for years.”
I decided to use all my eight years of experience to give her maximum pleasure.
While I sucked one side, I gently squeezed the other. Our legs tangled together as we continued. After about ten minutes of this, I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips again. She immediately spread her legs wide and wrapped them around my waist.
Her saree and petticoat had slipped up to her knees. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my thighs. I removed her jacket completely. She closed her eyes and laughed softly.
Me: Shall I remove your saree?
Nithya: As you wish, Charan… do anything you want with me.
I laid her down and grabbed the edge of her saree. With a gentle pull, the saree slid off along with her petticoat. She was wearing a red underskirt.
Seeing that made my desire surge even more. I loosened the knot and removed the underskirt too, leaving her completely nude. She crossed her legs in shyness.
I gently spread her legs apart and kissed her thighs softly. Then she opened her thighs wide, and I got to see her pussy lips, which were a light pinkish color and looked like a hidden treasure in the golden light of the bedside lamp. I brought my lips close to it and kissed it gently.
Immediately, she grabbed my head tightly with her legs and pulled me closer. She used her hands to pull my head toward her pussy. I started licking.
Nithya: Shhhh… sssshhhhh… haaaa… Charan… what are you doing… oh my god… that’s my pussy!
She moaned louder. “Aaaaa… ahhhhhh… shhhhhaaaa… ohhhh…”
I continued licking her pussy while she held me tightly with her legs. I moved her legs aside and used my tongue to explore and gently pinched with my teeth.
Nithya: Ammmmmaaaa… slower… please slower… you’re going to fuck me… I can’t take it anymore… please be gentle…
Me: Hmmm… shhhh… you’re so hot, you crazy girl. I’m going to fuck you.
Nithya: Insult me… call me names… my whole body is yours now… use me as you want…
Me: I’ve been waiting for a crazy girl like you.
Nithya: Aaaa hhmmmm… yes… make my stomach swell… I want children… ohhhh… make me a mother…
Me: I will make you a mother… ummm…
She used her hand to pull me even closer. My dick was throbbing with heat, and I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I wanted to put my dick inside her pussy. I stopped licking and started kissing my way upward. My lips were now between her breasts and her neck. Then, just before I could fuck her, she said:
Nithya: Wait, Charan… just a minute…
She broke the kiss, pulled me onto her, and hugged me tightly. Her breasts were pressed against me.
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