Aunty And The Stranger

11.10pm and my mobile phone starts ringing. I was in bed in just pjs and ready to fall asleep at any moment. Why did I think coming to New York was the dream? I worked all hours of the day and even when I was not working, I was on call. The honeymoon period for the job was over within the first month.

I looked over at my phone and it was a number I did not recognize. At the age of 36, I was too old for this shit.

"Hello, Richa speaking," I said in a semi formal tone as I expected it to be work.

"Hello Richa, is your pussy wet?" A deep voice on the other end. It was almost as though someone was trying to disguise their voice.

"What?" I replied shocked and confused. I was still half asleep and I assumed I had misheard him.

"Miss Richa, is your pussy dripping wet?" He repeated once more.

"Who is this?" I asked angrily.

"You are pretty when you are angry. But you will look prettier with a cock in your mouth."

"Fuck off!" I replied and cut the phone. I really was not in the mood for nonsense.

My phone buzzed a few more times but I was not going to entertain this pervert.

The next morning, I arrived at work to find my boss in an irate mood.

"She has finally arrived! Why were you not answering your phone?!" He said in an aggressive and vicious manner.

I took a step back at his visceral tone. Do I mention the prank call? It will just make me sound stupid.

I made an excuse about sleeping through the calls due to the time. He snatched the phone out of my hand and turned the volume up to max.

"If I hear this excuse again, you will be fired on the spot," he screamed at me. We were working around the clock on developing a new game. The pressure was cranked up as we were on a clock and I was brought in for technical IT problems.

At the end of another day, I am beat and tired. I begin to nod off when my phone goes off and the ringtone is really loud startling me awake.

I answer it in annoyance but expecting a work call.

"Richa speaking," I answered in a calm and neutral work voice.

"My cock is hard and bulging at the thought of fucking your wet cunt. I am going crazy thinking about fucking your horny neglected cunt!" He said in a deep menacing voice.

"Just fuck off will you," I reply in an annoyed tone as I cut the phone off and dropped it on the bed. I really needed some shut eye.

My phone went off again and this time I was going to give him a piece of mind.

I answered it and did not give him time to speak.

"I do not have time for this nonsense..." I said when all of a sudden I was cut off by the sound of my boss.

"You don't have the time for work? Maybe you are not the right fit for this place," he replied in that aggressive tone.

"I am sorry. I thought it was someone else," I replied apologetically. They had some minor query that could have waited until the morning but I still politely helped.

I placed my head on the pillow as I finally intended to sleep when my phone went off again. I answered quickly and put on my professional voice.

"Hello, Richa speaking," I answered politely.

"You shouldn't be speaking but rather gagging on my cock as I ram it down your throat," he said in that deep voice.

"Stop this right now," I replied trying to be stern.

"I will stop when you are gagging on my cock and swallowing my cum!" He replied.

"Just please fuck off!" I replied as I cut off the phone once more.

My mind and body was tired and I felt worn out as I fell almost instantly asleep. There was something about the calls that excited me a little. I was not willing to admit this to myself but there was a tension in my body every time he called.

8 years ago I went through a bitter divorce. My husband called me frigid and said making love to me was like making love to a cold fish. I always wondered if he had tried making love to a fish for him to think to make the comparison. I have not been able to open myself up to another relationship since. In fact my whole move to America was to get away from reminders of my old life. My brother had already settled over here and for the first week I stayed with him.

My brother was the perfect son for my parents. He was married by 21 and had a son immediately. His son was himself 23 now. He was a little strange, introverted and seemed really shy around me. I had not seen him much since he was a young boy so I did not blame the unfamiliarity. I was not enjoying the New York life as I spent more time working than doing anything else.

That night my dreams were filled with taking different dicks down my throat. I had never performed fellatio and I never had the mind to do so but I woke up with my mouth open and my drool soaking the pillow as I dreamt of gagging on dick after dick.

It was Friday and the works gang were going out for drinks to a bar. They were all in their early and mid 20's. I was one of the older ones in the bunch.

They loved to drink hard with shots where as I liked to nurse a glass of wine and I was usually on a two drink limit. As the evening wore on, Craig was giving me a lot of attention and flirting with me a lot. He was Scottish and I had a weakness for an accent.

He had been begging for a dance but he was really drunk at the time. The phone calls had me feeling a little horny and well I thought a quick fuck would do me no harm. I stayed out a little later than I usually would.

It was getting late and Craig invited me around to his. He was unsteady on his feet as we got a taxi together.

He struggled to make it to the door and I finally got him into his small apartment. He was too drunk to do much and I decided to do what the caller had said. I pulled his pants down and his cock was flaccid. I tried to kiss it but no reaction. I looked up and he was laid back on the couch mumbling in his sleep.

He could well and truly fuck off. I walked out feeling dejected and luckily the taxi was still outside.

It was just after 1.00am when I returned to my empty and cold apartment. I had a few missed calls but it was perhaps a good thing I did not answer the calls from the pervert caller.

My mind was still active and I was unable to sleep. I just didn't understand how sex worked. There was no romance in my marriage. My husband never kissed me. He would just try to penetrate me immediately and most of the time I was dry when he tried to fuck me. Why was that my fault? Even with Craig, why was he flirting so hard if he was going to be too drunk to perform?

Just as I drifted off into my own thoughts my phone began ringing. I should have known better than to answer but I did answer.

"Have you been naughty tonight? Has your wet horny pussy been getting fucked?" He asked. "I wish," I mumbled under my breath.

I doubt he made out what I said but it seemed to encourage him. I did not cut him off and let him speak.

"I can't stop picturing your naked body under those layers of clothes. I wonder about your underwear. Are you slut or a prude?" He said. My body always became hot and my pussy moist at hearing him talk. He knew how to press my buttons.

"You will never know," I replied before cutting off the phone.

My breath was short as I tried to sleep. I was hot and bothered and men did not often make me hot and bothered.

He made me want to touch myself but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

That night I dreamt of wearing slutty underwear for this stranger. Would that be enough for a man to seduce me? Kiss me? Kiss my body? I only ever owned mundane cotton panties and bras. I was always practical and opted for comfort. I did not have a man to impress anyway.

It was the weekend and I was doing some shopping. As I walked through the lingerie section of the store my eyes were drawn to the sluttier items. I began to inspect thongs and lace see through bras. I became a little moist at the idea of teasing the mystery caller.

I picked out a red lace thong and a red lace see through bra. I had just arrived back at my apartment when my brother called.

"Have you forgotten about us?" He said and I laughed. This was what our mother would say if we went two days without calling or visiting her. She had passed away many years ago but it was something we would always bond over.

"No. I could never forget you. New York is crazy. It is like people only work here and drink. I can barely breathe on a normal day," I said.

"Come over. We are making Goan fish curry. The kids also miss their cool aunt. They mention you everyday since you moved out," he said. I did miss family and I agreed to go over.

I decided to wear my new underwear underneath my jeans and sweatshirt. I liked to keep warm in New York. It just felt so cold all of the time.

He had two young girls who practically jumped on me as soon as I walked into the house. "Aunty! Aunty!"

"I told you they missed you," my brother said.

"Yeah. I missed them too," I said and I truly did.

"You just need to work some of this magic on Aadi," he said.

I wanted to build that bond with Aadi but it was hard. I spent a bit of time with girls and when they were busy I decided to drop in on Aadi. He was hiding in his bedroom as usual. I had thought I should invite him to play some games we were developing at work as he was into his gaming and even once mentioned to me that he wanted a similar job to mine.

I had a habit of not knocking when I entered someone's room when it came to family and this was one time I regretted it. Aadi was on his bed completely naked as he stroked his cock. My mouth was agape with shock as I watched him. Instead of leaving, I closed the door in a panic as I did not want anyone else seeing him.

Aadi opened his eyes in shock, "Aunty?"

I then saw a fountain of cum ejaculate from his hard cock on to his stomach and reaching up to his chest. I quickly turned around out of shame and faced the door, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to. I just came to say hi."

I heard him clean up and rush to his bathroom. I was red with shame as I waited for him to return. There was a mix of arousal and shame within my body and I had to admit that I was a little aroused by watching someone masturbate, even if it was my nephew.

Aadi was awkward when he came back but he had been awkward with me since I had arrived so this was nothing new. I invited him to my apartment for two days next week so I could take him to work and let him play with the games we were developing. He was excited and agreed. It was the first time I felt this new energy from him.

It had been a nice day connecting with my family before I returned to my cold and lonely apartment. I hated being alone and I wanted a family like my brother.

As I walked up to my apartment, there was a small package waiting for me outside. I did not remember expecting any deliveries but it had my name and address on it. I took it in with me as I entered my apartment.

There is always an excitement with packages that I have whenever I get a package, even when I know what is in the package. I just have to open them straight away. Maybe it was because it reminded me of getting presents on my birthday and the fun of unwrapping them.

I was just in a t-shirt and panties sat on the bed when I picked up the package. I opened it and pulled out the phallic object. I was not some naive or dumb girl but for a moment I could not fathom what this could be and then it dawned on me. It was a dildo. I dropped it on the bed in shock. Who would send me something like this? Of course I knew who. The weird perverted caller. He knew a lot more about me than I could imagine.

I quickly hid the object in my side drawer, even though I lived alone, I felt ashamed of having it out on the open.

I struggled to sleep as I tossed and turned in heat. I looked over at the drawer and thought about the object inside but I tried to shake off these thoughts and sleep. I would never have the courage to use the dildo myself.

I eventually fell asleep and my mind was filled with the horniest dreams of being used and fucked by the stranger.

I was awoken by my phone ringing. I was in and out of my dream as I answered the phone.

"Hmm," was all I could muster as I answered the phone in my dream like state.

"Did you like my gift?" The caller asked. Of course it was him.

"Hmm," my eyes flickered but not enough to wake me up fully.

"Have you fucked yourself with it?" He asked crudely.

"No," I said in a soft mumbling voice.

"Why don't we change that now?" He asked.

"Stop it," I said in a soft murmuring voice. I was in a horny dream like state and my resistance to him was not as strong as usual. Did I need him to guide me?

"Do you have it to hand?" He asked.

"Hmm. No. Why?" I was stirring and squeezed my legs together. My body was in heat and my mind was horny as I played with the idea of letting this caller take control of my body.

"It sounds like you need some help playing with your toys. Go get it for me," he said in a commanding tone. He was persuasive and in my current state I was putty in his hands. I rolled over and pulled out the dildo.

"I have it," I replied.

"Do you feel how big and hard it is? It is just like my cock right now. I get so hard whenever I call you. What are you wearing?" He asked.

I wondered if it was similar to his cock.

"A t-shirt and panties," I said in my sleepy voice.

"Take it off," he said. I was like a robot being commanded and I did what he said.

I sat up briefly to remove my t-shirt over my head.

"It is off," I said and he took a deep breath. Was he surprised at my compliance?

"Squeeze those fat titties. Tease your nipples with your fingers. Does it feel good?"

"Hmm. Yes, it does," I mumble softly as I let him take control of my body. My nipples are erect and engorged begging to be sucked. Something I have never experienced before.

My fingers are tracing over my areola and gently teasing my nipples. My panties are growing moist and I squeeze my legs together to add pressure on my moistening clit.

"Slide the tip of that dick slowly over your erect nipples. Have you ever had a man suck on them? Nibble them between his teeth or even bite them?" He asked.

"Uhmph!" I moaned softly in my erotic mood at the idea of this pervert teasing my body in such a way.

"Turn the base of that plastic dick for a real surprise!" He ordered and I followed.

"Uff! Uh!" I moaned as I felt the dildo vibrate against my nipple.

Without instruction I began to circle the dick against my nipple and rubbed it against both of them as I moaned like a slut.

"Uh! Uh!" I moaned.

"Slide your panties down to mid thigh and slide the dick against your wet slit so it gets juiced up," he said. He was obscene with his language but I could not cut him off. I had never been this aroused before in my life.

"When was the last time you saw a real dick?" He asked.

"A long time ago..." I said but then it dawned on me, "no, I am lying."

"Why are you lying?" He asked

"It was today," I replied as the image of Aadi's cock came to mind.

"Imagine that cock you saw today as you slide in the fat cock in your hands. Just the tip! Just the tip! You need to earn the rest." My body in an impulse responded to his voice but my mind conjured the image of Aadi's hard cock and as a result I thought of Aadi on top of me. It was wrong but in the moment it was all I could think of.

"Oh! So good!" I moaned as I kept sliding just the tip in and out. It made me a feel a way that my ex-husband never did. I was more than a cold fish, I was a woman in heat and some stranger was eliciting passion from my body.

My body was writhing in passion as it begged for more from this hard dick but I was resolute to follow the strangers instructions.

I could feel the juices from my cunt leak down to my ass. I had never been this horny in my life.

"Please, I need more," I begged like a bitch in heat.

"Beg for my cock like the slut you are," he said crudely.

"I need your cock. I need it all inside of me. Fuck me with your big cock, please!" I begged.

"Fuck yourself with my cock," he finally ordered.

My legs are spread wide as I thrust it hard and fast inside of me.

"Uhmph! So big! Stretching! It is stretching me!" I moaned like a slut.

I rampantly fucked my cunt as the squishing sounds could be heard from my wet pussy. My body had never reacted like this to a man and this mysterious stranger was making me climax like never before.

My eyes were rolling into the back of my head and my body was arched as I felt a powerful orgasm rack my body. It was something I had never felt before even during sex.

It took me a few minutes I regained my senses but the phone had been disconnected. It took me a few days to get over the physical effects of that orgasm and I desperately needed a distraction. Luckily for me Aadi was staying for his work experience. It was a pretty toxic atmosphere at work but I tried to give Aadi the best experience. He was mainly in the game testing booth and I did not see much of him.

Later in the evening, I had arranged the pull out couch for Aadi to sleep on. He was less than enthused but it was a small inconvenience as he got the perks of playing games all day.

I caught my breath a little when I saw Aadi in just his tight underwear. He had caught me walking to the kitchen in just my long t-shirt and panties. As he watched me I noticed his underwear fill with his cock as it became hard at the sight of me. I looked away and turned swiftly but in doing so my t-shirt flared up flashing my panties to him. I pulled my t-shirt down with my hand.

I could hear him toss and turn and in turn I was drifting in and out of sleep. I was drowsy but I would flitter my eyelashes as I glanced at my phone. My body eagerly awaited the stranger's call. There was a sudden knock on my bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I asked rather foolishly, I only had one guest. Did I hope it was the stranger?

"Aunty, it is me. I can't sleep," Aadi said.

I didn't have much choice and invited him in. He was wearing just some tight white underwear. His cock was bulging and his chest bare. My eyes still fliterring but they opened wide as I look at his bulging cock.

"Aadi, why are you not wearing clothes?" I ask confused by my almost naked nephew who was looking like a man. He had broad shoulders but the most manly part was between his legs. I tried to look away but it was hard.

"It is too hot. The sofa is not for sleeping. Can I please sleep in your bed? I promise to stay on my side." He said in a huffy frustrated tone.

This was wrong I thought briefly but a maternal instinct took over. Despite fleeting taboo thoughts, this was my nephew and I just wanted to take care of him.

I shuffled to the side to allow him under the covers. My breath was catching slightly. Aadi was a man now and it had been a long time since I shared a bed with a man.

I turned to my side with my back to him to try and sleep. I was beginning to doze off when I felt Aadi's arm around my waist. My breath caught once more but then I felt his body against mine as he cuddled me from behind.

As his arm cuddled me my t-shirt was subtley raised above my panties. It was an act that I was not fully conscious of until I felt his cock press between my ass. Our garments the only thing stopping our naked flesh pressing against each other.

"Uhmph!" I moan in my dream like state. My eyes widen with shock at my reaction. This was my nephew, how could I react in such a way?

The only plausible explanation I had was that my body was reacting this way because I could not see him.

I ushered him back and moved forward slightly to separate the contact. His arm still around me but the firm contact he had against my body was lessened. I would brush against the tip of his cock by the smallest of movements and I was almost afraid to breathe. I had pulled my t-shirt back down as I tried to sleep once more.