r/DarkWorldDhaka

looking for like-minded, fun-loving couples to swap who enjoy a mix of fantasies, and adventures.

Unmarried 23-29 aged couples are welcome..

Verification needed !

tomorrow I am going to meet someone who is 14 years older than me

we chatted a lot , did audio/video calls in the past 4 months

now we have decided to meet in real life

any suggestions for me from the experience redditor here

sincerely,

Your BBW

>Today, after 5/6 days, I finally came out of the house. The sunlight feels good on me. I am still sick but I couldn’t take it anymore. I am here at the North End Gulshan branch, biting into my pulled beef sandwich, when I saw this Bengali girl — absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a plain simple white salwar kameez with no orna, but she looked elegant in her simplicity. I looked at her boobs, but somehow it didn’t feel sexy. She glanced at me for a millisecond and started walking towards the end. That one second glance completely ruined my mood. Her side face had similarities with Fariha. Girls have a sixth sense — if anyone checks them out, they know instantly. From that single glance, I could tell she was annoyed with me.

Anyways, back to writing the last part (maybe).

“Cum on my hand?” Did I hear that right? I asked myself. I froze for a moment and looked straight into her eyes. I have looked into so many women’s eyes, but till today nobody has ever aroused me just with her gaze. She has something in her eyes that looks deep into your heart. It’s not scary — it’s just very comforting, yet you get completely lost.

All of a sudden, I felt something slippery on my rod. I thought, “WTF, I came already?” That’s a first. She is like a witch, I thought to myself. I never cum so fast. Then I looked down and what I saw got me even harder. I didn’t cum — it was her spit on her hand, and she was rubbing it all over my rod. When did she spit? I thought to myself. Fuck, I should never look into her eyes. Little did I know I would keep looking into her eyes for 39 months and 27 days.

Fariha: “Are you thinking about your ex-girlfriend? Was she hotter than me? You look lost.” She whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe.

Me: “She is not in the same league, Fariha. Don’t stop your hand magic. Even I don’t get this sensation when I masturbate.”

Fariha: “Oh really… Let’s see if you can handle this or not.”

Then she just sat down. I instantly thought, “Oh boy, here comes the blowjob.” I was bracing myself. Two or three seconds went by and I wasn’t feeling anything because I had already closed my eyes in anticipation. What’s going on? I opened my eyes and saw she was holding my rod and looking at me with a bitlami-marked smile on her face. It was not sexy at all — it was just pure bitlami and full of teasing. She was clearly enjoying what she was doing to me.

Me: “I didn’t do any makeup for my rod. What are you looking at?”

Fariha: “You are so easy to tease :P.”

And then she took out her tongue and started to lick the tip of my rod — nothing too deep, just slowly touching the tip. That was the moment I understood I was in the hands of a master teaser who could not only control her own urges but could tease her partner to the core. With her other hand, she touched my ball sack, massaging it really softly, like she was touching something very fragile. That was the first time I realized you could massage a ball sack that way.

Fariha: “If you cum, remember — you have to cum on my palm. Can you control it or not?”

Me: “Fuck, if you tease this much, how am I supposed to control anything?”

She spit on her hand again and started rubbing my rod slowly, pacing it up and down with a perfect rhythm. It felt like an art. She would give me intense sensation and then tone it all the way down. It was another feeling I can’t describe. This went on for a minute or two — maybe it was only 30 seconds, who knows. Suddenly I felt the urge to cum and I shouted, “It’s coming!”

Fariha: “Cum on my fist.”

She started taking all my load on her palm — exactly the way we catch water with our hands. I could see my loads landing on her palm. The first shot landed on her chest though. She gave a naughty smile. Actually, it wasn’t exactly naughty — it was weirdly appealing. While looking at me, she brought her palm closer and started licking my cum, still holding my half-hard rod with her other hand.

I felt an adrenaline rush looking at what she was doing, and I felt my dick getting hard again. Trust me, guys, I am not joking. I was a pretty fit boy back then, and urges can make you do crazy things.

Now, I know you vais and meye ra reading this are probably thinking she would lick the cum and all that. Bleh, no — that didn’t happen. She just looked at my almost hard rod, gave it a tap and said, “Good boy,” then got up and went straight to the bathroom to clean her hand. I was totally awestruck. WTF just happened?

She came back wiping her hand with tissue and said, “You’ve got 10 minutes to get ready.”

Me: “That’s not fair.”

Fariha: “Fair or unfair, I will decide. Go get ready.” She started looking at her mobile screen. I seriously felt humiliated. What the fuck, man? I came and all that tension was for this? I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself. After splashing water on my face, I looked in the mirror. I was feeling like a gigolo here.

Fariha: “What are you doing in the bathroom?? Come quickly. I have a meeting to attend. And take this envelope.”

Me: “What is this for?” I questioned in an annoyed voice.

Fariha: “Patience is a virtue. See you soon.” She unlocked the door and I understood.

I felt fucking cold. There was no warmth in her behaviour. I didn’t even get to fuck her, I thought to myself. On the way out, I saw the voluptuous secretary bent over to pick something up from the ground. Shalar ki ass re vai. Then I remembered I couldn’t fucking stare anymore. I came out, stood on the road, and looked around for a tea mama’s stall. Fucking rich people’s area — couldn’t find a single cha er dokan. I started walking, and near Gulshan 2 Gloria Jeans (current place), I found a walking cigarette mama. I took a Benson Light, inhaled a puff, closed my eyes, and tried to remember what the fuck had just happened. All I could remember was her naughty bitlami face — not her boobs, not her ass, just her face. What the fuck…

I opened my eyes and thought about the envelope. I took it out from my pocket and opened it. There was a small note and a cheque.

A cheque. Holy shit — am I getting paid for cumming? I ignored the note first and looked at the cheque. It was for 30k. Imagine, 7/8 years ago, 30k was a lot of money, vai and bandhubira. I was feeling shameless, but I had always wanted a sugar mommy. Is she the one? Then I opened the note. It was written in very small handwriting:

“Book a room in Lakeshore. Get the studio room. Don’t be late. See you tomorrow at 4 sharp.”

I felt kind of weird. I should be happy that I am finally going to fuck the girl? Am I even going to fuck her at all? Because now I understood — everything was going to happen on her terms.

So that day shit happened like this. I woke up at 5 am for no reason. I was so excited, trust me. I can’t express the feeling. I had already booked the room under my name. It cost 20k. I had only 10k in my hand. I was a bit worried. What if her husband comes in? I have seen so many movies — the husband comes in and then you get fucked, killed, tortured. But all my courage was in my rod, so I didn’t bother.

That day, time was passing so slowly. I made coffee, made an omelette, read the paper like there was no tomorrow, did an hour of free-hand exercise, and it was still only 7:45 AM.

Ammu: “Kire, eto sokale ki koros? Kokhon theke khotor khotor kortesos?”

Me: “Ghum bhenge gese.”

Ammu: “Tor ghum bhengeche, tui sobar ghum bhangaitesis keno?” She left while grumbling.

I took a long shower — I mean really long, about 30 minutes. Brushed my teeth, cleaned my lower part, trimmed my beard, and then did a facial routine from my sister’s closet. She was so pissed because I was rummaging through her closet so early in the morning. Hahaha. My sister is a love. She is 5 years older than me but she is an amazing human being. She calls me 5-6 times a day and takes care of me just like a mom.

I started for my office. I had already notified my boss that I would leave early because of some family emergency, and luckily it was approved. But good things don’t happen so easily. At 2:00 PM, my boss’s boss came in and said the whole team had to stay because he would have a meeting. My heart dropped. I went to my boss and said I had to leave.

Boss: “Pagol naki? Apnar chakri jabe.”

Me: “Gele jak, amake jetei hobe.”

Boss: “Apne giye boss ke bolen.”

I gave him a cold look and said, “Ok fine.”

Long story short — I heard a lot of advice, “You can’t leave like this, your career is just starting,” etc. But finally, I was off at 3:30. I rushed to Lakeshore Hotel and reached there at 4:12. Thank God she wasn’t in the lobby yet. I paid and went to the room. I ordered coffee for myself and an Americano for her. By 4:45 she still wasn’t there.

Around 5 o’clock, someone knocked on the door. It was her, wearing a white shirt and pants with a big shoulder bag.

Me: “Amake bolten ami apnake receive kortam.”

Fariha (while taking off her sandals): “Why? It’s okay. I am comfortable like this.”

Me: “They wanted your NID and all.”

Fariha: “No problem. I will freshen up myself. Order something for me please.”

Her attitude was very casual. There were no hiccups. She actually knew where to put what. She took some clothes and headed towards the shower. On the way to the washroom she said, “Order something light and nice for me please. Ami lunch korbo.”

Me: “Lunch koren nai? Ami order kortesi.”

I was also hungry. I had only eaten two eggs in the morning and nothing else. The moment I saw her, I suddenly felt relaxed and the hunger hit me. I ordered sushi and some more food.

Fariha: “Tomake ki dawat deya lagbe…”

Me: “Obosshoi deya lagbe. I respect privacy.”

Fariha: “Fuck your privacy.”

Before the word “privacy” even ended, I entered the washroom. She was wearing nothing but her panties. Her top was open, revealing a perky bra with chocolatey nipples. She clearly takes care of her body. The curves and perky boobs showed that she hadn’t aged. I was still wearing my shirt but had taken off my bottoms. I usually wear loose boxers. That day I was wearing white-red mix Diesel boxers. She looked at them and said, “At least you are wearing something sexy.”

Then she hugged me and started kissing me like there was no tomorrow. I literally failed to keep up with her flow. She was wild — kissing my lips, biting them. It felt like meeting a girlfriend after a long time who had been waiting desperately for my touch. I was holding her face like a lover. When I opened my eyes through the shower water, I saw her eyes were closed deeply. All of a sudden I felt a burning sensation on my back. Yeah, her nail work — she scratched me so hard it was burning, yet sensational. She took one of my hands and placed it on her buttcheeks. At least I thought so, but it wasn’t there. She guided my hand to her butt crack and then to her butthole. She was pressing my finger into her butthole while whispering in my ear, “Get ready for a ride.” That day, butthole was still a dream for me. I had been with girls before, but no one was interested. My rod became instantly hard and was pressing against her belly. She held my rod and asked, “Condom koi?”

Me: “Shit, pant er pocket e. Darna ani.”

Fariha: “Lagbena.”

Then she turned around, got on all fours on the floor and said, “Fuck my butt first.”

Me: “Huh?” This was beyond my imagination. I thought the first meeting would be all about pussy, but this was something else.

Fariha: “Jibone butt fuck koro nai?”

Me: “Na…”

Fariha: “Virgin shona? Hahaha. I thought so. I brought jelly.” She pointed at the basin area. “Oita niye asho and lube me well.”

I walked like I had been hypnotized. I brought the jelly, trembling. My hands were shaking with excitement. I took a load of jelly and applied it on her butt.

Fariha: “Are, bhitore dhukao gadha. Lojja paiteso naki baal?”

The word “baal” made me go mad inside. I was trembling with excitement and I guess she felt it too.

Fariha: “Dhukao aste aste.”

For the first time I saw a real butthole so close. I could clearly see she used creams there because it wasn’t black or overly white. The skin was smooth with no roughness. Actually, her buttcheeks were flawless. I have seen very few women with such flawless butts — no acne marks, no dark spots. Later I came to know she uses special cream for that zone and spends thousands on those creams alone.

I started pushing my rod into her. It was so fucking tight. She let out a gasp. I pushed a little harder and she screamed a little, “Ohh fuck.”

Me: “Betha pacchen?”

Fariha: “Don’t stop and don’t fucking cum outside.”

I started pushing again. This time I took more lube, applied it all over my rod, and pushed. It went in about 30% of my rod.

Fariha: “Oh god, it’s so fat. Push more.”

I started pushing harder now, and my full rod went in. She screamed, “Oh fuck, so good. Now fuck me.”

I started pushing slowly in and out. She screamed, “Faster, faster,” and started slapping her own butt cheeks. This was something beyond my control and imagination. Then I started slapping her other buttcheek really hard. Her buttcheeks were fair, so every slap left them reddish. She was moaning so loud that maybe the whole floor could hear her.

Fariha: “Oh fuck me.”

I started pumping faster. Trust me, it felt like ages. It was so tight, and in the middle she started hugging my rod with her anal muscles. I couldn’t hold it anymore. Without saying anything, I started pumping my load into her and collapsed. My head bumped against the wall. I was less bothered about the head bang because I saw she was rubbing her pussy while still on all fours, and my cum was oozing out of her butthole. A minute later, I saw her juices flowing down her thighs and dripping on the washroom floor.

Then I heard the hotel telephone ringing. I got out of the bathroom naked, water still dripping from my body. While going out I told Fariha, “Stay there, just lie down.” I picked up the phone. The receptionist said, “Sir, your food is ready. Should I send it now?” Earlier she had said it would take about 20 minutes. I replied, “Yeah, send it in 10 minutes.” “Sure sir.” I hung up.

While going back to the bathroom, only 20 minutes had passed and I had already cum once. When I entered, the shower water was still flowing over her body. She was upside down and I could still see my cum oozing out. I knelt down and pushed my thumb into her butthole. She gasped.

Fariha: “Ki koro?”

Me: “Keno bujhtesos na ki kortesi?”

Fariha: “Na please. Betha lage.”

Me: “Laguk. I don’t care.”

Fariha pushed my hand away and rolled back. She spread her legs wide and told me, “Ekhon dhukao.” I inserted my thumb into her butt and another finger into her pussy. I can’t explain it, but I was mad at that moment. All of a sudden I heard, “Aste koro, chire jabe to.” I stopped immediately.

We took a shower. I came out first. She came out a minute later and put on the robe. Then the bell rang. I was in a towel. I wanted to change but she said, “Nah, open the door like this.”

I opened the door. There was this girl who came to serve us. She entered the room, which was already filled with the smell of sex. I could see she was smiling a bit. Suddenly Fariha came to me, and while the girl was serving the dishes on the dining table, she slid her hand through my towel and started massaging my balls. I froze. I widened my eyes and asked emotionally, “What the fuck are you doing?” She smiled and started sucking my lips.

Good lord…

>I thought I would finish this story in part 3, but it seems another episode is needed. I want to thank all those vai brothers who knocked me even today to post part 3. This is some attention I don’t actually deserve, but I want to convey my thanks to you.

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