Hi all, in the first part of my story, you read that while going from Delhi to Guwahati, I met a lady at the airport itself. I helped her because she was traveling by air for the first time.
Now, further sexy blowjob story:
Seeing Manjula’s gushing youth, I started having a strong desire to fuck her. I wish my cock could take a dip in this beauty’s thirsty pussy once or twice.
After finishing breakfast, she threw the empty wrappers in the dustbin kept nearby. Then I drank water from the bottle and Manjula also took a few sips from the same bottle.
The flight was announced on time. After checking the boarding passes, we started descending towards the ground where the plane was parked.
Everyone knows the thrill one feels when boarding an airplane for the first time; Manjula too, must be feeling the same thrill.
Our seat was quite towards the back of the plane. I made Manjula sit near the window so that she could see the outside view clearly. I was holding Shiv in my lap.
The plane took off on time and within a few minutes, we were in the air very high above the ground. Manjula was getting very happy like a child seeing the views outside; sometimes she would admire the clouds flying close by, and sometimes she would look at the multiplex buildings that looked like toys on the ground.
“Sirji, Shiv has been in your lap for two hours, and he has not cried at all. Whereas he starts crying loudly as soon as he goes near a stranger,” she said.
“Now, what should I tell you about this. You only have to understand this, after all, he is your son!” I said.
“Hmmm, well, Sir, you got to know everything about me, but you didn’t tell me anything about yourself?” he asked.
“Oh, when did you ask? Come on, ask what you want to know?”
“Whatever you want to tell me!”
“My name is Nakul, I am an accountant, I work for Seth ji. At home, there are my parents and my wife.
“What accountant? But accountants don’t travel by air wearing suits and ties like these, and neither do they carry an iPhone worth lakhs of rupees in their hands. Let it be, you are fooling me!” she said and started looking away.
“Hey, the job of an accountant is to keep track of Seth ji’s money, to make all transactions in the right manner, and this is what I do in a bank,” I explained to her.
“Hmmm… so you should say that you are a manager in a bank.” She said cheerfully.
“Okay, you can understand it according to your own understanding, but I also did not lie to you!”
“So, are you going to Guwahati for some official work?”
“Yes, I have to attend a conference related to banking. I have to stay for 2-3 days and then return!”
“Then you will have to stay in a hotel?”
“Yes, I have made an online reservation in a hotel.”
“Where will you stay?” I asked.
“My friend has made a reservation for me in a hotel. I have the address and other details in my phone. An unknown city, new people… Sir, I am very tense. Where will the hotel be, how will it be, etc,” she said with a dejected mind.
“Let’s see. Don’t worry. I will accompany you to your hotel and drop you off at your room.” I told her.
“Sir, thank you very much. I had left home taking the name of Devi Maa and said that now you have to take care of everything, and her blessings were such that I found you.” She said in an emotional voice.
While talking like this, I did not even realize when two hours had passed. I was sitting very carefully next to Manjula so that she would not feel any discomfort from my touch.
Ladies are very sensitive in such matters; they may not say anything, but they immediately understand your intentions from the way you sit and touch them. I had read in sex stories that an unknown girl was sitting next to me in a bus or train, then this happened, then that happened, etc., and the conversation reached to sucking cock and fucking.
Now, how true these stories are, only the writers of the story will know, but there was no such reaction from my side or her side.
Our flight landed in Guwahati at 5:15 pm. After coming out, we collected our luggage from the belt and took a taxi to Manjula’s hotel.
I got Manjula checked in and went to drop her to her room. Her room was fine.
Then I arranged for her dinner from the restaurant there and the food was served in her room. Manjula also seemed satisfied with all these arrangements.
While returning, I kissed Shiv and started returning.
“Sir, wait a minute, give me your phone number before you leave. If I need anything, I will trouble you again!” said Manjula.
We saved each other’s phone numbers, and I came back after saying good night to her.
After dropping Manjula at the hotel, I was afraid that she might say that you should also take a room in the same hotel because my original plan was something else. When I came to know that I have to go to Guwahati to attend a conference, I decided to fulfill one of my fantasies, a wish, or say a desire. My wish was to get my penis sucked by a lady.
Many of you will laugh after listening to me about what the big deal is in today’s era. But for me, the pleasure of getting my cock sucked was still a dream. Because my wife, who has religious views, does not suck cock, and no woman from outside has ever come into my life. I used to see in porn films how passionately girls suck cock and how they take the splashes of semen from the cock in their mouths and on their faces and enjoy it with satisfaction. Here I also kept reading in stories that she took my penis in her mouth, and this, that, etc.
To fulfil this desire, I had booked an escort online to give me a blowjob so that I could get the pleasure of getting my cock sucked at least once in my life.
So, after dropping Manjula at her hotel, I reached my hotel at around 7 pm. After checking in, I took a leisurely bath and by the time I got ready, it was almost eight 8 pm.
That escort service girl was supposed to come at 8.30 pm. I called room service and ordered two bottles of soda and a packet of roasted pistachios.
Within a few minutes, the waiter served my order. I took out the whiskey bottle from my bag and poured a super large peg. Then I started sipping slowly and turned on the TV and started searching for Hindi news channels.
I said Hindi news because the main languages of Guwahati are Bengali and Assamese, and the TVs in the hotel show programs in these languages. Then I switched off the TV and started watching the news on my cell phone.
Just before quarter to 9 pm, someone knocked on the door and I knew it must be the escort.
When I opened the door, that 30-32-year-old escort was standing in front of me, wearing heavy makeup.
“Good evening, sir. I am your escort Dolly. Did you book me for a blowjob, sir?” she chirped, extending her hand.
“That’s right, ma’am, please come in!” I greeted her by shaking her hand.
I will write about this episode very briefly.
Soon, we both were completely naked. I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, and she sat down on the carpet and started sucking my cock in a professional manner. Her big boobs were shaking proudly and her shaved black pussy was visible open mouth.
I don’t know how many people fuck these escorts, so their pussy becomes like Buland Darwaza with big holes. Call her a girl or a woman, she was an expert in sucking cock. She was giving a blowjob with so much intensity and love that my eyes closed with extreme pleasure. I started feeling as if Manjula herself was sucking my cock.
Then I opened my eyes, took a big sip of whiskey, gulped it down and started imagining Manjula.
After 10-12 minutes of sucking, I was on the verge of cumming. So I took out my penis from Dolly’s mouth, and while masturbating, I sprayed all the semen in her open mouth.
Some went in her mouth, some in her hair, and some fell on her face and boobs, which she swallowed and cleaned the rest.
My wish was fulfilled and I also enjoyed getting my penis sucked.
“Ok baby, thanks for the nice job. You may go now!” I said while standing up.
“Saab ji, you don’t want to fuck me?”
“No…no baby enough. We will see some other time.” I said, avoiding her.
“Sir, please fuck me. I will give you my best. By the way, my fee is 5000, you can pay whatever you want… but please don’t disappoint me,” she said.
“Oh baby, I told you we would see each other some other time,” I said in a harsh tone.
“Ok Sir, if you say so, I can call a very young college-going fresh girl… You will remember her all your life.” She said a little insistently.
“Hey, I told you some other time… you can go now…” I said, scolding her a little.
I had no interest in fucking Dolly. My purpose had been fulfilled, so I signaled her to leave. She felt dejected, got dressed and got ready to leave.
“Sir, can I have a drink?” she said, pointing towards the whiskey bottle.
I nodded in agreement and she poured a big peg in a glass, added soda and drank it in two sips. Then she took a handful of pistachios and thanked me and left.
The next day I woke up early, took a bath and got ready early. It was already eight o’clock and I had to review some data for my conference.
I opened my laptop and sat down and was about to call room service to order breakfast when my phone rang. When I looked, it was Manjula’s call.
“Good morning, sir. Have you had enough sleep?” she said cheerfully.
“Yes, good morning. I am ready too. I am preparing for the conference.” I said.
“Sirji, there is a problem. Everyone here speaks Bengali. I am facing a lot of problems. How will I reach the office? How will I talk to the taxi driver? Please come and take me with you to join!” she was speaking anxiously.
“Hey Manjula, everyone here understands and speaks Hindi. Now you have to work as an officer in this city; you will have to learn the language here.”
“Yes, that is fine. I will learn everything gradually. Today is the first day, and I am feeling a little nervous. Please take some more trouble for me!” she said in a very sweet voice.
“Okay, I will come in a while!” I said after thinking.
“Sirji, one more thing!” she said again.
“Yes, tell me?”
“You have breakfast with me. Then we will go together.”
“Okay, I am coming.”
“Thanks, Sir!” she said and the line got disconnected.
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