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Witness Of sambhavi ? Part 1supprimésupprimésuppriméSorry for rejecting to meet you. I have missed enough of my life and after all, I do not want people coming after me so I have to keep things so private. You should not know where I live or what I do. That will be the last thing I want from anyone.I now am in my middle ages, having two k**s and a loving husband. But my past is still something I still worry, in spite of the fact that I have become the same for him and his friends now.Here is how it all started.As soon as I was out of the University with the degree, I could find a job and by then I was twenty-three.I dressed in my religious clothing to the office and practically to any place because that was how I was programmed since my c***dhood. Well yeah, I was born to this religion X that is around f******n centuries old (not gonna mention the name to avoid religious bigotry).The office was too far away from my home, so I was offered a boarding by the office itself that was located in the walking distance.I was the only girl working at the office who belonged to my religion. No man, no other woman. People used to look at me differently and more sympathetically. Most of them had had sex outside of marriage and it was their norm. But for me, being a woman of this religion, was still a Virgin no matter how many good guys I came across at the University. I was afraid of that.At my boarding, there was only another one woman who came with me to work at the same office. That was Sneha. She was an atheist woman and was no longer a Virgin.She said I would come through a lot of trouble as long as I keep with our too strict religious traditions. She said,? Nargis, all other women are helped with their work at the office, except you ?? Well, what shall I do about it, Sneha? They consider me as different ?? and that is because you dress different and you interact differently with them, Nargis ?? what should I do? You know that there are things I can never do! ?? Nah, I do not mean having sex with them. You can get it done in simpler terms ?With curiosity, I asked,? what is that? What shall I do? ?? just dress a little different?no, you do not have to dress like?a slut?just dress a little different and everyone will be good with you.I have a green Long sleeved blouse and jeans. It was a little loose for me. Must be well fit you though. Why not try it? ?I checked them out, later. They were like a little tight to me. My measurements are 44-28-40?yeah, I am some sort of more filled than normal women at my age. But I did not wanna show off my curves so I still dressed loose and it made me look pretty fat. I am thick, not fat.After I dressed in that suit, I felt, and I saw that it was fit to my body everywhere, except at my boobs and my buttocks, where it was kinda tight. Where güvenilir bahis (http://www.eryom.com/) my bra strip was, was evident through the blouse.After all, with my milky white skin that I was blessed with, I was looking very very provocative so I said to Sneha,? Sneha, I cannot do this! Look at me. I must be looking like a slut now ?? come on! You look beautiful ?But I was still disappointed. She held my shoulders and said,? Nargis, you look great now. You do not look like a slut. You still cover what you used to cover?well, except your head.Come on. Let us go to work today and you will see the difference through the way ?It was morning. We departed.As we were walking, I saw from school going youngsters to the middle aged men, all were looking at me with shining eyes.It was no difference at the office either. All the guys were helpful with me now.And it was important. I Could never manage to finish the work on time. One day I was caught with my work load and Kamal, my boss, said,? Well, I gotta say this, even though I can barely bring myself to. A colleague upon failing to complete the work he or she is supposed to risks the profit the company makes, and?we cannot risk the salaries of those who work well. So, we might be forced to put out those who are responsible for the profit loss.Nargis, my advice to you: never let that be you! Did you understand me? ?? ?yes sir ?? Good girl ?He said as he patted on my head and left. That was weird! This was the first time a man touched me.I decided to stay away from him whenever possible.By the end of that month, I had finished much of my work but there was work left that required great thinking. I was working on them all day but I could never figure out what to do. It was a head ache.That day, some of my colleagues, more precisely Marzook, Sneha, and Anil decided to stay over night and help me with the work. They were working till night and then paid Cyril and asked him to stay for some longer. He agreed.Lemme explain how Marzook looks like. He was a somewhat tall and as well built man with a somewhat big belly, a black face, hairy hands and a big beard, with reddish eyes. He was really like a black monster.At night, Sneha said to me reluctantly,? Nargis, I gotta go now. There is some stuff I gonna finish at home ?There was no option for me but agreement.As she left, I was alone with these two guys. Marzook, as his name suggests, was one of my own religion so I had nothing to fear from him. And he would not let anil touch me, I thought.After all, Anil was a good friend too so, why bother?Later, Anil left and I was there, working with Marzook.He was on the opposite side of the table, confronting me. I once saw he was looking at my boobs. I asked,? Marzook, I think you have finished work already ?? oh well, not really ?He started working güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) again. Later, I saw that he was looking at my boobs directly and touching his groin as well. I was so irritated that I turned to a side to avoid seeing him.? you know Nargis, the pious women never leave behind the tradition and command of the Prophet, no matter what. They do not risk them after life for some ridiculous job or help from colleagues.You, on the other hand, left it all alone. No longer covering head, no longer hiding curves?no more a pious believer, and that is sad.-Saying this, he came around near me and suddenly, as he turned, brushed his hand against one of my boobs, which sent currents through my spine.I understood what he was trying to do. I suddenly and unintentionally held his hand with both my hands and said,? Marzook, you are not supposed to do this to your sister? ?? ?my sisters are not cheap whores like you! ?Saying this, he took hold of my boobs with each of his hands and started m*****ing them rudely. I tried to pull away from his hands but he was too strong. After a while, he looked my both arms behind my back and whispered in my ear,? you know how we are taught to the unbelievers? ?? Marzook, stop! I am sorry ?He was licking and sucking my ear and that side of my neck while I was speaking so I turned my face to the other side. My eyes were tight shut due to the disgust. Later he said,? oh, you are so beautiful, Nargis, like made in Jannah ?With my thin eye brows, thin pink lips pointed and well-sized nose, round and balanced ears and all, no wonder a man said that. But he was looking so bad and not even in the worst dream I can let a man do this to me.But his grip was firm. The more I struggled, the more his grip got tighter and my arms started hurting so badly that when he later left my arms, I could barely even lift them up, let alone stopping him.He laid me on the table and started unbuttoning my blouse, while with watering eyes I pleaded,? Marzook, please stop! You should not do this ?But he kept up anyway, and he turned me around, pulled my blouse off, took off my somewhat tight bra off, unzipped and pulled my jeans off along with my panty and shoes and was now looking at my naked body, greedily.? oh, look at your tits? ?He said as he took hold of my boobs. He rudely massaged them for a while and said,? must be tasting nice too ?And saying so, he placed his mouth over my right nipple and started eating my boob, m*****ing my other boob, shutting my mouth shut with his other hand as well.In the beginning, I was desperately trying to pull him off but little by little, my feelings were taking over my dignity and I fully submitted to him, completely allowing him to do what he was doing.As my fingers started running through his hair, he got iddaa siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) the green signal and started eating and m*****ing me more confidently, as I moaned,? ah yeah, baby ?Later, he started sucking my mouth, nibbling with my nipples using his fingers and later, he stood off of me and took off all his clothes, getting completely naked like me. I was so overwhelmed with my feelings that I was rubbing my clitoris already, even though I knew it was against my religion. I had no idea about religion then. All I wanted was to take him to me?yes, him in me, no matter how dangerous it would be later.As he got undressed completely, I saw how big he had got. It was around 7 inches already, which was big compared to the small dicks of the local moors. He was a completely black man, with much hair all over his chest and back as well, with a little big belly and a well-built body. His cock was circumcised and all hairy around as well.He slowly laid over me, hugged me and started eating me all over, starting from my mouth, then cheek, then ear, neck, boob, cleavage, belly, umbilical code, then finally, pussy. There he kept nibbling my clitoris, which has not been harmed by my parents at my c***dhood, and said,? It is perfectly preserved, like our holy book! ?And he started sucking it, while I started struggling and moaning louder. He kept my legs steady and kept sucking it.I came several times and the desk was wet of my juice. He collected my juice in his large hands and splattered it all over my boobs. Then, he pulled me closer, put my legs on the sides and placed his cock on my pussy and said,? you want me to you, bitch? ?? yes, Marzook, yes yes yes! ?As I was responding to him like crazy, he held my hip firm in his hands and penetrated me, all the way inside at once. It was one push and he was inside me, deflowering me.I was screaming as he was fucking me deeper and harder by each push. He was roaring.He bent downwards and took hold of my boobs. He was squeezing them pretty hard and I was screaming, holding his hands. He was pulling my boobs towards him each time he was penetrating me and his pulls were so rough I felt like boobs would be ripped off of my chest.But no matter what happened, I was over taken by my desires and I did not care what.After fucking me for a long time like that, he suddenly pulled his cock back and left his cum at the entrance of my pussy. His cum dripped away along with my juice and my cherry blood as well. He laid on me and waited a while, listening to my heart beat and squeezing my boobs with his rough, hairy and big hands.As my feelings started fading apart, now understanding the grave seriousness of the situation, I started crying silently. Marzook stood off of me and as he started getting back dressed, he said,? hey, Cyril! Come outta there old man! ?I looked at there as I saw Cyril coming outta somewhere. I was terrified. Could he have seen all of what happened and yet not tried to help me? ?Stay tuned to know what more of she sent me, guys. Bye!Thanks for reading my sex story.