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Executive Bangladeshi lady becomes dirty laborers’ slut – Story – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Fri, 08 Oct 2021 07:17:36 +0000

Hi, I am Aatifa. My age is 32. I am not married yet. I am an executive of a multinational company. It’s very hard for a girl to reach here, in a male dominated Muslim country. I am a mechanical engineer and have an MBA degree.
Coming to the story, it was a private party. Our CEO organized it. In Bangladesh, it is very difficult for a girl to wear shorts, skirts on streets and public transport. But, I have my own car and that’s why I can wear whatever I want.
In private parties, many girls are wearing short skirts and shorts nowadays. I also have some of them. I picked up a glossy golden skirt from my wardrobe. First, I wore a sports bra and thong panty because I knew would have to dance a lot in the party. Then I put on my favorite fishnet stockings. Then I wore my skirt with a very bossy belt.
Then I put on my black office shirt, but wore it differently. I tied just the upper buttons and tied the lower part, over my navel. After that, I ordered Ramu (my mail servant) to take out desi chudai ki kahani 2022 my high heels high-ankle black boots from the showcase and clean it and polish it.
When he came in my room to give it, he was shocked to see me like this! I also put on heavy make up on my face, highlighted my hair and put on a sexy frame also. Ramu was surprised! I noticed that his dick is making a tent under his lungi! First time I saw Ramu was being excited by seeing me!
I was ashamed first. But after a few moments, I ordered Ramu to put my shoes on my leg and tie it. He was doing it since my childhood, nothing new for him. Still, he was hesitating a bit that day, I knew why! Because, he was very aroused. But he had to do it.
Before going to the garage, I gave him a naughty smile.
“Sluts!” “Whores!” – These are the words my neighbors will call me, if they see me in this type of dress.
I came out from the house, to go to the garage. There was a lawn in between and the lawn was visible from my neighbors’ upper floor. There was an 18 years old boy on the balcony beside my house. He was shocked after seeing me!
Then I saw him stroking his dick while watching me! What the hell! I was of his mother’s age! But it was useless to protest here! Because, people will humiliate you more, especially a girl who is wearing this kind of dress! Even though it was very humiliating, I neglected it because I had nothing to do.
I started my car to reach the party. I enjoyed that party a lot. My male colleagues also enjoyed a lot by dancing with me. I got a little bit drunk as well.
It was 11’o clock. I came out from the party and came into the parking lot to start my car. But, it was not starting! After sometime, I discovered that someone had destroyed my car engine! Who did this to me and why? I asked the guard if he knew anything. But he was also shocked!
It was 11:30 pm and all of my friends had left the party. No one was there to give me a lift! It was an outskirt of Cocxbazar city, where we were partying and this area was out of cab service.
Now what’s the way to reach home? I had to take those dirty public buses, full of cheap labors and female maids. And in this kind of dress! I was afraid even to think of that. I don’t know in what language they will speak about me! But there was no other way. And it was more unsafe for me to stay on the streets, as the pub was closed now.
I started walking for the main road. After sometime, I reached the bus stop. There was no one. The road was completely empty.
After a few minutes, a public bus came. Everyone was shocked by seeing a girl alone in this type of dress. I was also very ashamed as I knew it very well the things I was wearing and doing was not right for a Muslim girl to do.
The conductor asked me with lusty eyes, “Madamji, are you coming?” I replied, “Yes, actually my car is not starting.”
I boarded the bus. All the lusty eyes were on me. As expected, there were 6 male labors and a female worker, maybe a maid. I sat on the front side of the bus, beside the driver. The driver was also excited.
After a few minutes, I saw the male passengers rubbing their dick while looking at me! I tried to pull down my skirt a little bit to cover my legs, but it was too small. I tried to cover my leg as best as possible with my bag and hands.
Then the driver started playing some low class vulgar songs in the bus. The passengers became very happy and started to cheer and started to pass dirty comments.
After sometime, one guy came beside me and in his slang, asked me to open my hair bun and dance! Dirty labour guys were ordering me, an educated, highly qualified executive like me! I was shocked but I decided to do what was needed.
Two of them extended their hands toward me and I took hold of their hands. Their hands were strong. I had never been this kind of situation before.
The female then told me, “Your dress is telling, what kind of girl you are. Now stop the drama.”
To be continued.

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Got caught with hot lady friend in ladies washroom – Desi Tales – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Tue, 06 Jul 2021 03:21:33 +0000

Hello readers, here I am again with my next story. This story will begin with a brief disclaimer and a short bio (so that you could develop an attraction for me you know).
Afterward, I will proceed to that experiment of mine which opened the gateway of a combination of beauty, lust, and sensuality in me in an altogether different paradigm.
Do not miss the disclaimer as it will give you a fair picture of the content and could hence, give you hope of getting what you expect from this story (a nerve tickling orgasm obviously).
Disclaimer: This story is based on true incidents of mine, but also involves some fictional segments. Usually, what we fantasize about doesn’t co-relate with reality, and in order to maintain that sense of triggering lust, I have used elements of fiction.
However, I will leave it to your imagination to guess which parts are real and which are fictional. I have tried to narrate this story from a balanced perspective so that both men and women readers could get equal pleasure out of it.
Most of the stories here are men-centric and are for the purpose of men only. Also, instead of using explicit words, I have tried to keep it indirect to make it very erotic (as I believe that being semi-clothed is better than getting totally naked).
The actual adventure starts just when you feel that one adventure has concluded, so stick to the end to know the actual stuff.
About Me: I am 25 years of age, with 5’7 height, and wheatish fair skin tone (I am not a racist), with an average body (few extra pounds to be honest).
Just like other men, I believe that my tool is fairly big and thick, and I personally like having such a tool. I am bi-curious in orientation with a strong bias in favour of women (both physically and emotionally).
I do not get stimulated just by looks. Intellect alone is enough for me to develop an attraction. With this assumption that you wouldn’t mind having wet patching on your undies let’s begin.
This story dates back to 2018 when I was happily involved in my relationship with this girl for whom I was one of her options. We were in a relationship but not exclusive (from her end).
I have narrated my first intimate encounter with her in my very first story which you can check on my profile page. We were having a very happening sexual life, having our sessions almost daily, but they were all in a closed private space.
One fine day, we were roaming in a famous mall in Noida and all of sudden we were discussing sex (it was very common for us).
I asked her if she has ever done anything forbidden out of lust, to which she had an entire and told me how she and her ex fucked each other on some random person’s open terrace.
I was amazed listening to her and was feeling envious of her sexual explorations. I asked her if she has ever made out in the mall’s washroom?
She replied, “No.” Now that I have sown the seeds in her mind, she was asking me inquisitively about the risks involved. I could sense her heartbeats were high, as I was feeling the same rush in me.
That rush was making me feel a bit cold which was evident from my hands. I was holding her hand to get the warmth I needed, and asked her directly, “Do you want to try that right now?”
She looked into my eyes and said, “Yes,” without hesitation. Her affirmation was a sudden turn-on for me, and my tool became hard in its full glory in my pants.
She became aware of it and was observing the movements in my pants. She made a sign that she will go to the lady’s washroom and if she finds no one inside, then she will call me. We then can do it, else not.
We went on the top floor of that mall which was pretty empty, as it was 12 noon. We both started walking towards the washroom.
There was one common lobby which was separating the men’s and women’s washroom. My heart was pounding like anything, and I could feel that churning in my stomach. She also must have felt the same.
Right after I entered the men’s washroom, she texted me, “Come as soon as possible,” I immediately pretend to wash my hands (as there was a person sitting), and quickly went out.
She was already waiting at the door of the lady’s washroom. She started walking once she saw me following her. And we went inside a washroom cabin.
The washroom was large as it was meant to accommodate 20-25 women at a time. But surprisingly it was empty. Let me give you a fair idea of the girl I am with.
She was 3 years elder to me with 5”1 height, and with fairly big assets. 34DD was her size, and the most intoxicating factor was her dusky skin tone. This used to keep me erect all the time. She had beautiful eyes too which used to get even prettier when we do the hardcore stuff.
Right after entering the washroom, she hung her bag on the hook. I pushed her to the wall and started smooching her holding her by the cheeks. She was as horny as I was. Instantly I pushed her hand inside my t-shirt and she started feeling my stomach and then went to my nipples. She was continuously playing with my nipples, while I was kissing her vigorously. I placed both my hands on her waist and started rolling my fingers under her top.
She was wearing a black top and blue denim and undies underneath. The sides of her waist were her sensual spot which reacted as expected with the tickling warmth of my fingertips.
I was making vertical motions there while pulling her lower lip with my lips. Her hand was squeezing my left nipple and her nails were giving me a sense of an erotic rush.
I slid my hands inside her top to the back and found her back wet with sweat (her sweating element triggers me like anything, my kind of kink).
Her eyes were closed in passion, and lust was clearly evident on her face as she was not leaving my nipples. I pushed her hair behind her shoulder and bit her left earlobe.
I then slid my tongue inside her ear (she likes that), to which she started breathing hard like anything, and moving as it was irresistible to her.
With the next bite on her earlobes, I slid my hand inside her jeans and directly inside her panty, which I found to be fairly wet already.
She knew me as a gradual performer, but this act of going straight to her love spot gave her chills, as it was totally unexpected and this ultimately turns her on even more.
Her reaction was to bite my neck. While I was trying to place my middle finger on her clit in order to rub it, she from both her hands lifted my T-shirt above my nipples and started kissing me here and there over the chest.
My chest has average hair. While I was caressing her vulva, and in specific her clit, she started sucking my nipples which she likes doing a lot.
My other hand started fondling her big, soft boobies over her top, and afterward, my hand started going into her top from below and feeling her warm boobies over her bra.
Oh god, that feeling of warmth and her pounding heart was telling me everything about her. About what she was feeling at that time.
I entered two fingers under her bra to get hold of her nipple, while I was caressing and rubbing her clit with my fingers soaked in her juices.
This gesture of mine made her mad in the heat of lust. I was holding and circling her left nipple with my right-hand thumb and two fingers.
My left hand was busy trying to take her to her climax (her climax is of utmost importance to me). I was deriving my pleasure from her expressive face.
Holding and pinching her erect nipple was making her secrete more vaginal fluids than before, which I couldn’t resist. Hence, I took my left hand out soaked all in her juices, and put that in my mouth like a nasty person right in front of her.
I then took all that was there on my finger, and took all that in my mouth, and made her watch this, which was doing wonders for her.
I again dug my hand deep into her, and this time with no intention to stop. I was vigorously feeling her clit. She pulled her top to her shoulders and took her amazingly big, bulgy boobies out of her black bra.
Then with her hand, she pulled my hair and placed my face over her nipples. I knew my job well. I started sucking her already erect, thirsty nipple after licking it.
I was feeling her clit vigorously. And within a few minutes of sucking her nipple while continuing doing her down, she came heavily, which was evident from her breaths and sweat.
She buried my face right between her boobs as if she was choking me, and was not in the mood to allow me to move even the slightest.
She took my hand out by herself, and started licking her fingers, and stayed at the wall with me still buried in her cleavage. I was actually choking, but that fragrance of her sweaty breasts was not letting me move.
I was enjoying being choked in her valley. We both were feeling that ecstasy, that bliss of orgasm, achieved in a public washroom, that sense of doing something which was forbidden.
It was right then, that we heard a voice. She was the cleaning lady, which made my girl very anxious, and afraid as she was already relieved of her lust and was coming back to her senses.
I helped her in organizing her dress and hair, but she started panicking. That look of fear was there on her face. The cleaning lady was talking to someone out there, which we were having a fair idea of.
While my girl was afraid like anything, on the contrary, I was enjoying the moment. I asked her to leave alone and, in that way, no one would question her.
She resisted as she wasn’t ready to leave me in the compartment of a lady’s washroom. She was afraid that if I get caught, it would be big trouble for me.
But that was the only choice we had. I motioned to her and told her not to worry about me, that I will manage somehow. She went out and reached the ground floor safely. We were messaging continuously.
The voices started to increase outside the toilet. I could feel the cleaning lady saying something to someone. My heart was pounding like anything, as I have never ever done anything to feel embarrassed.
But here I am, all alone in a lady’s washroom, and just about to get caught. I heard steps coming towards the door, and there was a gentle bang, “Dhak Dhak Dhak.”
I don’t know from where I got the courage. I opened the door and got out with an innocent face and a fear-hounded look on my face.
There was this girl in her late 20s or maybe her early 30s, a smiling face and very well cultured. I came to the entrance of the lady’s washroom and was now surrounded by 3 women.
The one I told you about, other being a lady in her late 30s or early 40s, but educated looking, and the cleaning lady. The girl who took me out asked me politely, “What were you doing in the lady’s washroom?”
“I didn’t you know that this is a lady’s washroom,” I replied very sophisticatedly and very slowly. “Ma’am I was unaware, as it was very urgent nature’s call. I just ran towards the washroom.”
“I saw and later realized that I have entered the lady’s washroom by mistake.” She smiled and had that very sympathetic look in her eyes.
She said, “You would have come out earlier?” I replied, “Ma’am, I wanted to, but I was so afraid of getting caught in this situation.”
“I didn’t know who I would encounter outside, so I was afraid to go out.” She kept her hand on my shoulders, and together with the other decent-looking lady said, “We will help you out. Don’t worry and don’t be afraid, it happens.”
I was seriously faking it, but those women were so nice, if you are reading this, thank you to you both. You were sweethearts and angels.
Then when they brought me outside, the cleaning lady said, “Ye ek ladki ke sath tha andar, dono eksath the.” (he was with a girl inside, and they both were together in the same compartment).
I knew how to deal with this situation. I shouted back at her in English and said, “Excuse me? Do you have any clue about what you are saying?”
The lady who took me out got a little idea of what actually had happened. I could see a vicious smile on her face, as if she was saying, “Oohhhh, now I get it.
I feel that she was somewhere impressed with my skills, and didn’t respond to any allegations. The cleaning lady said nothing afterward.
To my surprise, the lady who took me out unlocked her phone and said, “See we believe you, but just to be on a safer side, give me your number.”
If anything otherwise happens and turns out to be something of concern, we can reach you. We can’t leave you without your details.”
I knew where all this was going. I happily entered my contact number in her phone and left the premises. I noticed her passing me a smile. She went inside the washroom.
I am back on the ground floor, where I found my crying GF and calmed her down. I told her how I managed to escape except the part about giving the lady my contact number.
Afterward, we both went to our houses. I slept thinking of what all had happened today. I wasn’t relieved of my sexual tension though.
Before sleeping my girl video called me, and right when I received the call, I was shocked to see that she was in her washroom, with her top pulled up till her shoulders (just like I did a few hours ago).
Her boobs were bouncing out of her bra over the cups. She had that dirty smile as if she was saying, “Did you think that I will let you sleep without getting relieved? I am not that selfish.”
I immediately locked the door of my room and smiled back at her. She said, “Do as I say as it is not you who are doing anything, it is me who will make you moan right now.”
She asked me to remove my t-shirt and later the boxers. I was standing in front of her in just my boxer with my phone fixed at the study table and wireless headphones on.
She then put her breasts back in her bra, and to my surprise lifted her cups from below in such a manner that her nipples were still visible, and along with that I could see the lowermost part of her boobies (the lower cleavage).
She said, “Now take your animal out, and put it right at the door of my mighty boobs (she actually said this), and push it in, my boobs are all warm right now and ready to swallow you in. Take it out.”
I did the same, pulled my boxers down, and here was my erect monster right in front of her eyes, fairly hairy at the right spots, totally erect and moving vertically in excitement as if saluting her big assets.
She pressed her boobies towards each other, and squeezed them as tightly as she could, and said, “I am ready for this rod, dig it in.”
With one hand, I held my animal and pushed my back as if I was stroking her. I gave a powerful push to which she started moaning (however I do not like moaning if you don’t feel anything).
Seeing her efforts were making me want to get into her, and I actually imagined fucking her tits, which I had already done once before.
She was projecting it the same way, as we did it the last time. I entered my cock under her bra from below, and she trapped it between her boobies with her bra on, to make the most of the intense pressure.
My dick was ferocious. Its top was all red while the other part being dark brown, and my balls were in full glory. She said that this sight of mine is making her wet, and she wants me to do her like an animal right now.
I started playing, and jerking my cock, and came vigorously in 10-15 minutes. I came so much that day, that even it reached my phone’s screen (I had to work hard to clean later).
She told me how good she feels, to make this feeling mutual, and thanked me (it was unnecessary to do so), for making her day amazing with such adventures.
In my mind, I was like, “This actual adventure was mine. You weren’t trapped.” Afterward, we both had a noon nap. Later that night, when I was about to sleep, I received a text from an unknown number.
Unknown Caller: You must be proud of your story-making skills, aren’t you?
I genuinely couldn’t figure out who that could be, and replied,
Me: Excuse me? Who is this, may I know?
Unknown Caller: See you have got amazing pretending skills too!
Me: Oh! Thank You, but I still can’t recall.
Unknown Caller: How do you people do it?
Me: Do what? You people?
Unknown Caller: I mean how do you people break the rules so easily? It must be a liberating feeling, isn’t it?
Me: I do not know what you are talking about, but yes, rule-breaking sometimes surely feels liberating.
Unknown Caller: I have never broken any, though I observe and envy such people.
Me: Oh….okay! I am getting it, but don’t you think it will be easier for me to relate if I know who you are, and what you are talking about? Just for the sake of convenience.
Unknown Caller: Oh, come on! It was about you today, who was fucking someone in the lady’s washroom. Now can we stop pretending? (angry emojis).
I felt a sense of rush in my body, and those sensations in my stomach, and now I could speculate who she is.
Me: Oh lady! Thank you, so much for saving my ass today. Honestly, I have not seen someone kind like you are (I was trying to flirt).
Unknown Caller: Do you flirt with everyone you meet? I am Aakansha. What is this lady’s bullshit?
Me: Pardon me, Miss! I didn’t know you have such a pretty name.
Aakansha: So, you admit that you were in there with someone today?
Me: Only if you promise not to sue me.
Aakansha: Ha…..ha very funny. From where do you people get so much courage to fuck in a washroom, and that too a lady’s washroom?
Me: We didn’t fuck, by the way, just made out. We could have, but then a spoil-sport lady came, which was frustrating.
Aakansha: You dare not call me a spoil-sport (sending an angry emoticon).
Me: Not at all, Aakansha (the first time I was saying her name). I am talking about the cleaning lady.
Aakansha: Oh! So she spoiled your fuck?
Me: We didn’t start fucking anyway.
Aakansha: No comments.
Me: So, as I can sense, and I am not judging, you haven’t broken any rules in your life yet?
Afterward, I got no reply, and after waiting for 10-15 minutes, I slept. But not getting any reply doesn’t mean it is the end of the story.
The actual story begins from here. Soon, I will realize where I have landed myself with that public make-out urge of mine, from which I would find no going back.
Wait for the updates in part two, which will have some crazy, lustful, sexual adventures of an innocent deprived girl, and experiences of her lustful desires.
Part 2 coming soon.
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Marwadi lady with sexy body fucked and impregnated – Sex story – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Sun, 20 Jun 2021 00:06:15 +0000

Hi friends, I am Rahul from Chennai, aged 29. I am a fair, tall, and strong man. I am doing massages, hair trimming, gigolo work, and donating sperms part-time.
After reading the story, kindly share your feedback which helps me to share experiences in a better and interesting way. Coming to the story, the heroine of the story is my reader named Meena (name changed). She is a Marwadi lady, aged 32, and divorced.
Meena pinged me on hangout to tell me that my story was very interesting, and it had made her horny. I thanked her and in the reply, I asked her whether she was looking for my services?
She replied, “Yes, Actually I am looking for something from a genuine person.”
“Okay, then open up to me so that you may get your person.” The Marwadi bhabhi sent a wicked smile, then we started to get to know each other.
Meena got married 8 years ago. Her husband always scolded her and didn’t believe her. He always had doubts about her behavior. So, she divorced her husband and was living alone in Chennai now, for 2 years.
Meena loves kids so she planned to adopt a child from a care center, but they refused it because only if both husband and wife lived together, they will accept the adoption.
When she read my previous story, she got the idea to give birth to a child as a single mother. She requested me whether I can help her to become a mother.
After hearing her story, I couldn’t refuse her proposal. I replied to her and told her to get ready to become a mother, with a smile. I asked her for a video call to confirm our meeting. She called me and we planned for the meeting.
We planned to meet at her house on the same weekend so that the possibility of becoming a mother will be high. Her periods would get over before 7 days only and so, I knew on which days the possibility of her getting pregnant is high.
I reached her house in the morning sharply at 9:30 and asked her to wear the normal red color Marwadi saree, but it should be transparent.
I pressed the doorbell, and she opened the door. I was stunned on seeing her – a milky lady showing her sexy body!
Meena smiled and waved her hand in front of my face to get me back to normal. Then I moved inside her house which was a nice one.
When she closed the door and turned, I immediately hugged her and kissed her with a lip-lock! She was in shock, and tried to push me but I didn’t give up. After a few minutes, she started to respond which continued for 20 minutes.
When we came to our senses, she smiled naughtily and asked me, “Is this a way you make the women embarrassed?”
I replied, “Actually I have never done this before. Because it takes me time to get close to others, but when I saw you, I didn’t felt like a stranger and that made me kiss you immediately!”
She replied, “Not bad, even for me it is the same feeling.” I said, “You look like the actress Anaika Soti (one of the heroines in ‘Kaaviya Thalaivan’ movie).”
She smiled and thanked me. She asked, “What will you like to have? Tea, coffee, or drinks?” I replied, “Now, I need only you.”
Meena smiled and then got up from the sofa. She stood in front of me, and said, “Take it.” I wanted her dress to get wet, so I took her to the bathroom, and we showered for a few minutes. I made her wet like in the movie ‘Baahubali,’ where Prabhas makes Tamannah wet. Even though the water was cold, her body was getting heated and she looked very sexy.
We moved to the bedroom with wet clothes. I started to kiss her lips, cheeks, ears, and neck continuously. She was getting hot every moment. I removed her saree and kissed her navel button for a few minutes.
Meena unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. We hugged and smooched. Then I went to her back, started to press her boobs, and rubbed her ass over my pant.
Now, I started to remove her blouse hook, and loosen the petticoat string then removed them. Soon, Meena was standing there only with her bra and panty.
She unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down the zip, and removed it. My tool got erected and rushed out of my inners. She kissed my tool over my inners and pulled it down which looked sexy at the moment.
I was completely naked and she started to suck my penis. We both were enjoying every moment. I removed her bra and started to suck her nipples.
Wow, what juicy nipples they were! While sucking, I placed my hand on her pussy over the panty. I was squeezing it softly and then inserted my hand into her panty. I rubbed the Marwadi lady’s pussy lips and inserted my finger.
After a few minutes, I removed her panty and started to lick her pussy. Her pussy was a bit wet. I rolled my tongue on her pussy for a long time (I guess, 20 minutes). She moaned loudly and felt like she was floating in heaven.
Then, I took my penis and rubbed her pussy for a few minutes, and was kissing her body. I inserted my penis into her pussy. It was so tight. This was because her husband was not using it (haha).
I moaned loudly and my tool was inside the divorced lady’s pussy completely. I was tearing her pussy by increasing my pace, and she shed some blood. After 5 minutes, I cummed which ended our first session.
I lay over her for some time and was kissing her lips, eyes, ears, etc. Then we ordered food online and had a chat about our personal lives. She said that she loved the first session which was romantic and she felt special as she had someone like me. I hugged her from the side.
Our food got delivered and we had our lunch. Then I started our second session with doggy style and tried a few other positions also. But, this time, it took me only 20 minutes to cum.
When the session counts increased, my stamina also increased. We had some 5 sessions till the evening 6:00 pm. When I started to leave her house, Meena requested me to stay at her house for another day. She said that she felt good if I stay with her, and also she will serve me as a husband.
I felt that she was missing a person in her life, so I informed my house that will be staying at a friend’s house for the night and will return only the next evening.
Then we had sex till midnight and slept nude. She prepared food for me, and I tried a few north Indian dishes for the first time. In the meantime, I fucked her in the kitchen, hall, bathroom, etc. I enjoyed it a lot.
After a month, Meena got pregnant and I became a father!
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Married lady tempted by a caring guy and fucks him – Sex story – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Fri, 29 Jan 2021 01:55:15 +0000

Hello, ladies of Bangalore. This is Priyanka (not my real name). Today, I have made up my mind to share a few things about a wonderful man who I met in Bangalore when I was there.
It’s a bit long story. I am sharing my experience because I know that there are many ladies here like me who are also unsatisfied about having caring, loving, understanding, respectful, fun-loving partners and about Sex too.
In the year 2015, I and my husband moved to Bangalore from Delhi for business purposes. My husband used to be literally busy in his business. He did not have much time for me and this was the same in Delhi too. We only had intimacy once or twice a month.
We were rich and had all physical comforts but there was no quality time and richness cannot buy quality time to spend with each other. I am a very joyful and loving woman like many out there. But no one was there to understand or share my feelings.
So, I started looking for a friend to care for and share my feelings, to have a fantastic regular intimacy, and to have quality time in bed. But I knew that we cannot meet random guys as it can be dangerous at times. So, I was looking for a genuine one. Then I came across a few online dating sites.
There are thousands of men there who are looking for sex or money. Since I was new to these sites, I did not have much idea about some men’s greed.
I used to go through their profiles and contact them. A few were sensible and spoke well, having good manners, but a few were manner-less and uncouth.
So, like this from 2015 to 2017, I met around 8 guys. Then the 9th one who I met on April 18th around 6:00 pm made me happy for my lifetime.
It was a lazy evening for me. It was a gap of 2 to 3 months where I had not met any guys because of my previous bitter experiences. So, in the evening, I had been to a nearby hotel, took a cup of coffee, and started sipping it slowly.
Meanwhile, 4 guys came there with a box in their hand collecting funds for orphan children. One guy came near me and said, “Excuse me, madam,” I said, “Yes?” and looked up at him. He was looking into my eyes directly.
Wow, those eyes were very sharp and attractive. He started explaining the cause and purpose of fundraising. I was just hearing him (not listening).
My eyes were looking at his eyes constantly. Meanwhile, some spark happened within me. I became active and I wanted to have a conversation with him.
I asked him, “How do I trust you people, that this money will be utilized for a genuine cause?”
He said, “Madam, we are working for an orphanage as volunteers. You can even come and visit the orphanage on weekends so that you will come to know about us and about them as well.”
I said, “How do I find you people after you go away from here?”
He said, “Madam, please note down the number and contact us whenever you want to visit the orphanage, we will make arrangements.”
That was the moment I was waiting for. I took my phone and took this number. I said, “What do I save it as?”
He said, “My name is Rahul.” I saved his number and pulled out two 500 rupees notes from my wallet and put it in the box.
He said, “Thank you very much madam, it was nice meeting you.” I said, “Same here.” Then he and the other guys left. I came home, sat down, and switched on the TV.
Meanwhile, I took out the phone to see Rahul’s WhatsApp DP. I found him. He was really cute and handsome. His eyes were really attracting me, provoking me to meet him and have an experience in all possible ways.
I was looking at the DP again. Meanwhile, my husband messaged me saying, “I will be late to come home, don’t wait for me for dinner. I will have it outside.”
I felt this is as usual a drama and I ordered food for myself. My husband came at 11:30 and then we slept. The next day, he left early for work.
After completing my morning work at around 10:30 am, I messaged Rahul.
“Hi, this is Priyanka. I met you yesterday in the hotel.”
After 45 minutes, I got a reply, “Hi madam, how are you?” I said, “I am doing good and would like to visit the orphanage this weekend.”
He replied, “Sure madam, Sunday around 11 am. will be fine. We will make arrangements for your visit.”
I said, “That sounds good, take care.” He said, “You too.”
At night, I sent a forwarded goodnight message. He replied. The next day the same thing happened, we sent good morning and good night messages.
My husband came home at the usual time, we had dinner and I asked him what his plans for tomorrow were?
He said, “I have a personal meeting with my partners and I will be back around 5:00 or 6:00 pm.”
I said, “Ok, tomorrow I am going to an orphanage to visit orphaned kids.”
He said, “That’s fine, go wherever you want but come back before I come home.” Then we slept.
Then Sunday came. It was the 21st of April 2015, my hubby left home at 9:30 am. Soon after that, I sent a good morning message to Rahul, but his status last seen on WhatsApp was the previous night.
I was just waiting impatiently for him to respond. Finally, at around 10:30 am, Rahul called me and said, “Madam, cab will be coming at 11:00 am to your place to pick you up. Please share your location.”
After that, I shared my location.
The cab came at 11:15 am. We started on our journey. It was a journey of nearly 1 hour to the orphanage. In between two other ladies joined the cab as they were part of the visitors’ list.
We reached and then entered the orphanage. Rahul and his friends welcomed us. We went inside, there were around 70 children starting from age of 3 to 18 years old.
We spent some time there and while coming back, Rahul came in the cab. We had a regular casual talk. Then I got down at my location.
Rahul said, “It’s nice of you that you visited the orphanage.”
I said, “Thank you” and he replied, “It’s my pleasure,” with a smile. All this happened with our eye contact. He had sexy eyes. Then at night around 9:30 pm, he sent a good night message before I could send him one.
On the next day, he sent a good morning message at 7:00 am. I saw it around 9:30 and replied. I messaged him, “Had coffee?” He replied, “Yet to have.”
I replied, “Come over, we’ll have coffee together.”
He replied, “Sure, but not now. We will have in the evening around 6:00 pm.”
I said, “Yes.”
In the evening, we both were in the coffee shop. We spoke quite a lot. He asked me about my family. I told him that they all are in Delhi. Only I and my husband were staying here. Maybe for a couple of years and then we will move back to Delhi.
I asked about him. He said that he is basically from Mysore and he was staying alone here in a rented house which is around 2 km from my place and he works for a hospital in the admin department.
Around 8 pm while leaving the coffee shop, he invited me to his house. I said, “Next time.” He said, “See you soon again.” I said, “Sure,” and then we left from there.
We continued to chat on WhatsApp and after 1 week, we met again in the coffee shop. By then, we had become good friends and took some liberty and after some time we left.
The WhatsApp chats continued with fascinating words. After a week, I asked him, “Can we meet up?”
He said, “Sure, you can come to my home in the weekend.”
I said, “I cannot come on weekends as my hubby will be there.”
So we planned it on a weekday, a Friday. I went to his place, it was a nice and clean 2 BHK house. There was a three-seater sofa, where he told me to make myself comfortable. Then he prepared instant coffee for us.
He sat on the single-seater sofa opposite me. It was at 11:00 am that I had reached his place.
He asked me, “By what time you have to be back at home?” I said that I have time till 8:00 pm.
Then we spoke a lot. I got more attracted towards him for the way he spoke and respected me, throughout the conversation and the way he valued my presence. Now, I wanted him to sit next to me. So I took my phone and said, “Come here, I will show my family photos.”
He came and sat next to me. I started showing him photos one by one. I moved very close to him and kept my elbow on his thighs and my head was touching his head.
Then I gave my phone to him to see the photos which he took. I was looking at him very closely. He was a typical South Indian guy, handsome, no deadweight, and 0% attitude. I rested my head on his shoulder and moved my hand on his chest, he was looking at the photos.
Me: Rahul, how do I look today?
Rahul: To be frank, you are looking beautiful, hot, and sexy too.
Me: Really?
Rahul: Yes.
Me: Can I ask you something?
Rahul: Yes please.
Me: I feel like I want you.
Rahul: I am all yours.
I touched his cheek and then he came very close and kissed me on my neck and his hand was on my ear. And the rest happened with the flow.
We had a deep and long smooch. Rahul was holding me all over and touching and pressing all over. Then he carried me to his bedroom. I removed his shirt. Wow, he had an athletic body, strong shoulders and good physique.
I went down and removed Rahul’s pants. I saw a huge erection in his inner-wear. Meanwhile, Rahul removed my top and he was doing his job. I touched his dick. Wow, really it was too thick.
I removed his inner-wear. My god, it was a huge dick, very thick and chocolate brown in color. I could not control it. We had an awesome time. He had very good stamina.
Rahul lasted in bed for more than 45 minutes at a single stretch. His each and every stroke made me feel like I am knocking on the doors of heaven. We had it in all positions. He even made me feel that I am with a pornstar. It was all that I needed in terms of bedtime.
Rahul drove me crazy but very cautiously, making sure that it should not hurt me or make me uncomfortable.
Throughout the drive, he made sure that I was comfortable and enjoying the moment. It was the best experience I ever had. We had 5 to 6 sessions that day.
It was 7:30 pm when he dropped me near my home on his bike. From then on, we made it a practice of meeting 2 days a week.
Things were going on like this. I was happy because of Rahul. After a year, my husband had to go to Mumbai for 3 weeks for business purposes. So hubby said, “You go to Delhi till I come back. You can’t stay alone here.”
I said, “No, I have my aerobics classes which I cannot miss, you don’t worry about me, I will take care of myself.”
He said, “As you wish.” Believe me, those three weeks I was at Rahul’s place.
Rahul made me so comfortable. We had a classic time, he never demanded anything nor did he order me around. Once in a day, I used to call my hubby and talk.
During the daytime when Rahul goes to work, I used to watch TV and then sleep, because we were not sleeping at night. All night we had a wonderful time.
After 3 weeks, my hubby came back home. I and Rahul continued to meet two times a week as before. For 4 years, I was in this relationship with Rahul.
On September 2019, we had to move back to Delhi. It was very difficult for me to come to Delhi by leaving Rahul there because he was such a wonderful person. In those 4 years, he changed me as a person.
Rahul was 25 years when I met him and I was 37 years. He was very mature in his talks, behavior, and the way he respects others. He even taught me yoga and helped me to learn how to be calm.
Rahul mainly taught me to, “Respond instead of reacting.” Only two times he got angry with me, but that was for a genuine reason.
I used to get angry every now and then, but whenever I was genuine, he used to console me and pacify me like a baby (which my hubby never did). But whenever my anger was not genuine, Rahul made me understand that I was wrong, but in a very polite way. Rahul knew that I was rich but he never demanded anything from me. He was the most wonderful person I have ever met in my life.
Even now I don’t know what he is to me – a lover, a friend, a caretaker, a spiritual teacher, fulfiller of my needs on the bed? I have no idea.
Rahul never bothered me for anything. He never got too attached nor detached. I could not travel to Bangalore as I have restrictions to move out of the station.
So, I forced Rahul to meet me in Delhi. At the beginning of this year, he came to Delhi to meet me. I was so happy to see him. He is a lovely person altogether. He is like a mirror, your reflection will be seen until you are there, but this is a sweet mirror that does beautiful things to you with 0% attitude.
I asked him, whether I can share his contacts with my friends who are in need of a good friend like him.
He said, “You can share my email id.”
His email id is [email protected] my email id is [email protected] (to know more about me and him).
I am sharing this because I have seen and noticed that there are many ladies like me who are not satisfied in many ways as I have mentioned earlier. Rahul can be a good friend, at least if you don’t need anything else.
Thanks for giving your time to read my Indian literotica story.
All the best.
Bye.

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