03-01-2019, 11:17 PM
“Yeah I did” Richa responded. “Listen, can I call you back? I am busy right now” she tried to wrap it up. I wasn’t too pleased but said okay. However, Imran didn’t allow her to disconnect the phone while he kept pinching her nipples. Richa pleaded him to do that with her eyes but he, with a devilish smile, kept it on her ear and pinched her even harder. She literally bit her own lips to avoid the moan to escape and it was compounded when I spoke on the other side, “Alright, would you call me or shall I call later?”
“Call me after an hour please!” she said bluntly so I disconnected the call.
Imran was smiling suggestively and proceeded to tie her wrists together. He then pushed her on the bed with her buttocks raised high. He started by slapping her round butts gently but quickly increasing the intensity. In no time, he was slapping her butts really hard and they were already turning reddish. Richa could not help but moan as his speed increased. Thankfully, our neighbors weren’t home but nevertheless, Richa could not have suppressed her moaning; such was his might. And he soon picked up the broom and started beating my wife’s beautiful bottom erratically. Every stroke was harder than the previous and was turning her bum cheeks into mess. She soon started developing welts which made him move to her thighs as well. He kept beating her mercilessly for about 3-4 minutes before stopping abruptly.
“You are a wonderful woman” he appreciated Richa while turning her around and pulling her face closer to kiss. She almost had tears in her eyes but didn’t let them flow and kissed him passionately. That was definitely some lusty kissing and lovemaking. He kissed her real hard and sucked her tongue and planted some gentle kisses on her breasts and nipples. When he came back to her face, Richa was almost eating his lips; it seemed all this lovemaking had turned her on. He probably sensed it but allowed her to kiss his lips, chin and face and even move down to his chest. Richa planted numerous kisses on his body, licked his fingers and came back to kissing his face with a small smile on her face. My goodness! She was probably confirming her liking to what he had done but he stopped her. “I need to leave now”, he said and stepped behind. Richa looked dejected somewhat but didn’t express. She probably wanted it to end nicely but forgot that she was dealing with “Imran”.
The man lived to his nature. He picked her up and brought to our living room. He made her sit on the sofa with her hands now tied behind. He picked up his clothes and was about to wear them. Richa was looking at him all the while. When he was about to put on the boxer, he stood in front of her with his groin merely inches away from her face. Without any words being said, Richa took his mighty penis into her mouth and started giving him a blow job. Her tied hands didn’t help much and he wasn’t ready to assist either, leading to a messy job for her. She tried her best but was not allowed to complete. He was probably getting late to his work and put on the clothes and got ready. He saw Richa looking at him all the while.
“Want me to untie your hands?” he asked Richa smilingly.
“Off course!” she responded.
“When do we meet again?” he asked as he walked closer to her. Richa didn’t answer but smiled at him. He kissed her one more time and picked up her purse. She looked puzzled as he fumbled through her purse. Finally he brought out her office identity card and placed it in his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Richa shouted fanatically.
“Making sure that you meet me again tomorrow!” he answered calmly. “Look, I will be passing by this route tomorrow morning around same time. I’ll pick you up here and we’ll have some good time in the rikshaw and then you get back your card right before your office.”
Richa looked concerned and opposed this weird suggestion. “You can’t do this! Please!” she tried to sound firm. “I mean….” And she cut her sentence. “I know you would meet me even if I am not carrying your Identity card”, he completed her sentence with a cunning smile. He proceeded further and untied her hands and kissed her open mouth before actually saying bye. Just when he turned around and was leaving, Richa tried to stop him one more time.
“Please! Is that really required?” she blushed realizing that she was indicating that she was agreeing to meet him even without the identity card constraint.
“Don’t worry! I am not misusing it. You’re not going to office today and besides, you have my phone number. If you need this, call me anytime and I will return it. And I swear I’ll return it tomorrow at any cost”, Imran comforted her patting on her naked shoulder. He gave her a few more kisses on the shoulder and neck following with a long lip to lip kiss.
“Want to step out of the door to say goodbye?” he asked her winking.
Richa smiled and kept looking at him as he stepped out of the house with her identity card with him. The closing door suddenly brought her to senses. She suddenly realized about the last few hours and crashed onto sofa. It all started so suddenly and preceded in a weird way and most importantly – wasn’t even over. She knew she had to meet him the next day although she anyways wasn’t against it. She spent the next few hours cleaning up the mess they had created and arranging the stuff appropriately. Imran was not someone who was doing anything forcefully and would have stopped had she asked him firmly. In a way, she knew he was a little weird but not a goon type person and figured that there wasn’t any danger meeting him again. She didn’t realize when she slept thinking through all of it. She got up pretty late in the evening and figured that it was just about 12-13 hours before she was going to be with him again in the morning.
How did it go the next day? That will be the next story, guys! Thanks for reading.
"Richa smiled and kept looking at him as he stepped out of the house with her identity card with him. The closing door suddenly brought her to senses. She suddenly realized about the last few hours and crashed onto sofa. It all started so suddenly and preceded in a weird way and most importantly – wasn’t even over. She knew she had to meet him the next day although she anyways wasn’t against it. She spent the next few hours cleaning up the mess they had created and arranging the stuff appropriately. Imran was not someone who was doing anything forcefully and would have stopped had she asked him firmly. In a way, she knew he was a little weird but not a goon type person and figured that there wasn’t any danger meeting him again. She didn’t realize when she slept thinking through all of it. She got up pretty late in the evening and figured that it was just about 12-13 hours before she was going to be with him again in the morning.
How did it go the next day? That will be the next story, guys! Thanks for reading."
“Call me after an hour please!” she said bluntly so I disconnected the call.
Imran was smiling suggestively and proceeded to tie her wrists together. He then pushed her on the bed with her buttocks raised high. He started by slapping her round butts gently but quickly increasing the intensity. In no time, he was slapping her butts really hard and they were already turning reddish. Richa could not help but moan as his speed increased. Thankfully, our neighbors weren’t home but nevertheless, Richa could not have suppressed her moaning; such was his might. And he soon picked up the broom and started beating my wife’s beautiful bottom erratically. Every stroke was harder than the previous and was turning her bum cheeks into mess. She soon started developing welts which made him move to her thighs as well. He kept beating her mercilessly for about 3-4 minutes before stopping abruptly.
“You are a wonderful woman” he appreciated Richa while turning her around and pulling her face closer to kiss. She almost had tears in her eyes but didn’t let them flow and kissed him passionately. That was definitely some lusty kissing and lovemaking. He kissed her real hard and sucked her tongue and planted some gentle kisses on her breasts and nipples. When he came back to her face, Richa was almost eating his lips; it seemed all this lovemaking had turned her on. He probably sensed it but allowed her to kiss his lips, chin and face and even move down to his chest. Richa planted numerous kisses on his body, licked his fingers and came back to kissing his face with a small smile on her face. My goodness! She was probably confirming her liking to what he had done but he stopped her. “I need to leave now”, he said and stepped behind. Richa looked dejected somewhat but didn’t express. She probably wanted it to end nicely but forgot that she was dealing with “Imran”.
The man lived to his nature. He picked her up and brought to our living room. He made her sit on the sofa with her hands now tied behind. He picked up his clothes and was about to wear them. Richa was looking at him all the while. When he was about to put on the boxer, he stood in front of her with his groin merely inches away from her face. Without any words being said, Richa took his mighty penis into her mouth and started giving him a blow job. Her tied hands didn’t help much and he wasn’t ready to assist either, leading to a messy job for her. She tried her best but was not allowed to complete. He was probably getting late to his work and put on the clothes and got ready. He saw Richa looking at him all the while.
“Want me to untie your hands?” he asked Richa smilingly.
“Off course!” she responded.
“When do we meet again?” he asked as he walked closer to her. Richa didn’t answer but smiled at him. He kissed her one more time and picked up her purse. She looked puzzled as he fumbled through her purse. Finally he brought out her office identity card and placed it in his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Richa shouted fanatically.
“Making sure that you meet me again tomorrow!” he answered calmly. “Look, I will be passing by this route tomorrow morning around same time. I’ll pick you up here and we’ll have some good time in the rikshaw and then you get back your card right before your office.”
Richa looked concerned and opposed this weird suggestion. “You can’t do this! Please!” she tried to sound firm. “I mean….” And she cut her sentence. “I know you would meet me even if I am not carrying your Identity card”, he completed her sentence with a cunning smile. He proceeded further and untied her hands and kissed her open mouth before actually saying bye. Just when he turned around and was leaving, Richa tried to stop him one more time.
“Please! Is that really required?” she blushed realizing that she was indicating that she was agreeing to meet him even without the identity card constraint.
“Don’t worry! I am not misusing it. You’re not going to office today and besides, you have my phone number. If you need this, call me anytime and I will return it. And I swear I’ll return it tomorrow at any cost”, Imran comforted her patting on her naked shoulder. He gave her a few more kisses on the shoulder and neck following with a long lip to lip kiss.
“Want to step out of the door to say goodbye?” he asked her winking.
Richa smiled and kept looking at him as he stepped out of the house with her identity card with him. The closing door suddenly brought her to senses. She suddenly realized about the last few hours and crashed onto sofa. It all started so suddenly and preceded in a weird way and most importantly – wasn’t even over. She knew she had to meet him the next day although she anyways wasn’t against it. She spent the next few hours cleaning up the mess they had created and arranging the stuff appropriately. Imran was not someone who was doing anything forcefully and would have stopped had she asked him firmly. In a way, she knew he was a little weird but not a goon type person and figured that there wasn’t any danger meeting him again. She didn’t realize when she slept thinking through all of it. She got up pretty late in the evening and figured that it was just about 12-13 hours before she was going to be with him again in the morning.
How did it go the next day? That will be the next story, guys! Thanks for reading.
"Richa smiled and kept looking at him as he stepped out of the house with her identity card with him. The closing door suddenly brought her to senses. She suddenly realized about the last few hours and crashed onto sofa. It all started so suddenly and preceded in a weird way and most importantly – wasn’t even over. She knew she had to meet him the next day although she anyways wasn’t against it. She spent the next few hours cleaning up the mess they had created and arranging the stuff appropriately. Imran was not someone who was doing anything forcefully and would have stopped had she asked him firmly. In a way, she knew he was a little weird but not a goon type person and figured that there wasn’t any danger meeting him again. She didn’t realize when she slept thinking through all of it. She got up pretty late in the evening and figured that it was just about 12-13 hours before she was going to be with him again in the morning.
How did it go the next day? That will be the next story, guys! Thanks for reading."
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