Due to a small accident I met a married woman. I helped him and we became friends. So what form does this friendship take? Read this sweet work story!
Today, in my Sweet Work Story, I will tell you a story about a native woman and work that will change the way you think about work. Whether this is true or imaginary…it depends on your discretion.
I went to Jabalpur eight months ago. It was very cold that day…I reached the station at seven in the evening.
As soon as I came out of the station, a woman hit me on a motorcycle. When I regained consciousness I saw a beautiful woman and a little girl. The girl is hurt.
When the crowd of onlookers dispersed and the woman apologized, I went to her, calmed her down, and went to the hospital to bandage her daughter.
The lady took my phone number with a pleasant smile and left.
After about fifteen days, I got a call at ten in the evening. She said her name as “Nisha” in a sweet, soft, melodious voice.
I don’t know what was the charm in his voice that touched my heart so much.
This round of talks is continuing. Within two months our identity deepened. There were no restrictions and we all started sharing everything. Local conflicts, mother-in-law conflicts and panchayats around the world.
You know how talkative women are.
I had to go to Jabalpur again for a business trip. When Nisha heard the news of my arrival, there was a different kind of excitement in her voice.
At seven in the evening, I was sitting alone at a pre-booked table in a luxurious hotel, waiting for Nisha ji to arrive.
When she came I was very happy to see her.
Fair body, sharp features, pink lipstick on lips, figure around 33-27-34, floral saree, open black hair, sleeveless dark collared shirt.
Nisha ji smiled and said- Hello Ryan ji!
An hour passed while talking. Two cups of coffee and three plates of pasta were finished.
During our conversation I asked her about her husband.
Then expressions of disappointment, sadness and irritation appeared on his face.
He had a love marriage. Then her husband made bad friends, started taking drugs, and sleeping with multiple women.
Although there is no dearth of money, women need love, respect and physical happiness more than money.
Nisha ji’s eyes filled with tears, although I did not want to be so rude with her, because in my current standard of living… not having physical pleasure is not a big deal.
I reached calm Nisha ji and placed my hand on her shoulders… and she stood up.
After watching for some time, Nisha ji hugged me and started crying bitterly – Ryan, take me away from here, I can’t bear this pain anymore, she can’t even die for my daughter!
Nesa ji opened all the bubbles of sorrow in his heart.
My heart was filled after seeing the helplessness of a woman. I also keep them in my chest.
After hugging for about five minutes, we parted ways.
I saw a relieved expression on Nesa ji’s face.
They were already late and Nishaji had left.
But the storm of women’s helplessness continues in my heart.
The next day, I left the client meeting midway and went straight to the hotel.
Nisha ji called… she asked me to meet… I could not refuse despite being upset.
Nisha ji came to my room at 3:45 pm and today her look was different… Bandi in pink top and cream palazzo… she was looking absolutely stunning.
I am an unmarried boy. However my sex life is enjoyable… including all the Kama Sutra schools, 5 feet 11 inches tall, fair and strong body.
I am wearing a sleeveless printed T-shirt and jogging pants.
Scented room, dim lights, music and Nisha ji… peace of mind!
Nisha ji smiled and hugged me, this time there was a smile on her face, not crying. She would gently rub my back while I played with her hair.
After this embrace that lasted for ten minutes, Nishaji took a very unexpected initiative. She smiled and placed her hands on either side of my neck so close that we could feel each other’s breath.
I don’t want to hurt married women.
After some time Nisha ji said- Ryan, you are such a big idiot!
I felt kissed.
The kiss started gently… and then became passionate due to the exchange of mouths, saliva and tongues. We fell on the bed, kissing and rolling like young lovers.
During this time we did not even realize when all the clothes were taken off. Today Nishaji saw Anand with a porn star from Las Vegas.
What follows is a series of physical kisses and love bites. I liked every part of Nisha ji very much in this four parter of 10-12 minutes.
I tasted her vagina and she tasted my penis.
I became intoxicated after licking Nisha ji’s pink vagina.
Then I went close to her breasts, kissed, bit, sucked and pressed them.
Nishazi said- Rayan can’t bear it anymore, please give me that happiness.
I have come. Nisha ji’s naked body got covered with my naked body.
While we were kissing, I proposed to Nishaji and she agreed with closed eyes.
I took her in my arms… placed my penis on her vagina and pushed slowly.
Nishaji was in agony.
Not giving sexual pleasure to a sensual woman is a big sin.
He increased his speed with a light push and tears of happiness started flowing from Nisha ji’s eyes.
He kissed and bit my chest like crazy. During this time, to give her happiness, I would kiss her neck, ears, lips and eyes.
From missionary position, sitting position, then her on top of me, side lying position, frog position, then doggy style.
Our orgasm was about to come… A lot of fluid was coming out from Nisha ji’s vagina and wetting my penis.
I said to Nisha ji- should I wait now?
Nisha ji said – No Ryan, I want to feel the heat of your semen.
Eventually, the entire room and bed shook with shaking and screams. Nisha ji, Rati and I were looking like Cupid. My hot semen filled Nisha ji’s vagina and I lay down next to her.
We do all this inside the worksheet.
We both hugged each other tightly…with joyful smiles on our faces. Sometimes Nisha ji would kiss me.. sometimes I would suck her breasts.
She would shyly hide her face in my chest and bite softly.
The new round of fucking continued with full intensity.
it was night. I asked Nisha ji to leave… She turned and kissed me three times… and went away slowly with wet eyes.
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