Monday 5am saw an irritated me facing Teacher begging me to Honour my Kafir religion and not harm his family name. I promised to make Shabnam do no more than what had been told to her in the Offer. Shabnam understanding the meaning hugged her father and came with me in taxi. Soon Shabnam was surprised and excited to know that we were going to Surat.
Being a regular traveler, we were in our hotel by 11. In the last 5 hours Shabnam learnt her official role included writing notes of discussion with clients, making appointments and in general being invisible to avoid becoming a bribe for the deal. I was clear that if the client asks then Shabnam was sleeping her way into the deal. By the time lunch was over I had completed my quota of the tour but for me, they had more to buy from me.
Shabnam realized the meaning of a double bed without explanation. Shabnam slowly sat on corner of the bed but I bluntly told her get off the bed and wear comfortable shoes we were walking. By 7pm Shabnam sailed into the room ecstatic about holding a designer chic-looking lehenga worth 20k in boutique for 2k due to my knowledge and contacts. I asked Shabnam to try it out and she squealed and ran into washroom to change.
By the time Shabnam made her entry, I was ready. Shabnam had a golden Bridal glow in the Yellow Lehenga and heavy embroidered top covered from head down in translucent Dupatta. I had turned off all lights and had only 2 candles on either side of the bed.
Shabnam was excited and scared. First time out of father’s control, first time out of town, first time in bridal wear, first time in company of a man who wanted her First Time. I approached her and held out my hands which she took with only her fingers. I slowly pulled her towards me with her fingers. Soon we were in a hug. Her fast breathing was mashing her tits on my chest. I gently held her chin and tilted her head till she was facing me with closed eyes. I kissed her eyes through the dupatta and asked her to look at me. As she saw, I lifted the dupatta from her head and tossed it away. I again started to kiss her but on her nose, ears, cheek and head. Excited Shabnam was now pulling on my shirt trying to get me to do something that she wanted but didn’t know. I finally touched her lips with mine. She let out a gasp and I used it to catch her upper lip. Soon our lip-lock turned French. Shabnam had by now tore open my shirt and held on to my bare chest with her nails. I was moving my hands on her back when I gently held her tummy from between the lehenga and top. Unused to such bare touch Shabnam was shocked but I was hard as red hot steel. I had already opened the hooks of the top so I held it at her tummy, pushed it above her head and off her body. Shabnam was shocked shy and used her arms to hide the lacy white bra we had bought yesterday. Using her fear of exposing breasts I knelt down to kiss her navel. That deep unappreciated hole of sensation had Shabnam shaking in excitement holding my hair in fist looking at heavens and praying for unknown pleasure. Before Shabnam realized, the lehenga was off her waist and on the ground. I picked Shabnam and placed her on the bed.
Shabnam “Ashok, I beg you, don’t spoil me. My husband will know I am not a virgin and throw me out. Don’t spoil my life.”
“Shabnam, excited man needs satisfaction fast. If you can satisfy me before it becomes unbearable, I will leave you unspoiled.”
Shabnam cried “But I don’t know how!!”
I guided her hands to my pants and asked her to get me naked. A visibly scared but determined Shabnam stripped down my pants only to stare at my 8” long handle. The 3” thick hot-rod was pointed at her nose with her surprised “O” tempting me to just push on. I told Shabnam that it’s my Manhood and now needs to go down in 5 minutes or I can not answer for my needs. Understanding the threat Shabnam gently took hold of me in her hand. This was no pampered college queen but someone who did many chores. Her hand was not exactly soft and smooth but inexperienced and shy. Her slow soft strokes only made me harder. I told Shabnam that it wasn’t working and a scared Shabnam asked for a second chance.
I made show of reluctantly agreeing. Since she was unable in Handjob, I decided to teach her Blowjob. A terrified Shabnam reluctantly parted her legs only to feel her white bikini panties slide off. I 69ed on her thereby focusing my attention on her hard nub of clitoris while her dripping wet pussy discharged juices for a welcome. Within minutes Shabnam understood ‘Blowjob’ meant “suck like your virginity depends on it” but it was too late. Shabnam's body began to shiver. Her body tightened, she spit out my dick and cried, “Ashok, stop it Ashok. Something is happening. No… stop… it… ASH…OOO…K!!!”
Oh to be the cry of a virginal orgasm. Shocked boneless by her first Orgasm a sated Shabnam lay spread sobbing away her pleasure. I adjusted myself on her, kissing her and whispering how I enjoyed in her ear. Lulled by my caress Shabnam was slow to react when my rod pushed through her virginal pussy lips.
Shocked she looked into my eyes and clutched my shoulders as I made the irreversible entry into her depths. A scream of pain muffled by my kiss later, Shabnam was crying out her orgasming sorrow of virginity robbed.
Once seated properly to the base I allowed her time to adjust to my sizable intrusion. Shabnam unknowingly made some adjustment letting me know of her comfort. I pulled myself out till the tip was barely in and rammed my rod back in. A surprised cry of painful pleasure escaped her lips and I started the male dance of mating. Shabnam's nails digging into my shoulders made me want to hurt her equally in her bloody torn pussy. Each of my strokes caused her to dig into my shoulders making my next stroke harder, faster and forceful. Hot and excited as I was, Shabnam was more. She kept shaking her head and cumming on my dick such that by the time I unloaded my juices into Shabnam's hot bothered belly we had lost count of her orgasms.
Spent and tired, I lay on Shabnam thinking about what to say when she asked me a simple question.
“Again?”
That’s the last I remember of Monday night. We lost the night pleasuring each other in ways we thought were possible and impossible. Exhausted and spent we fell asleep in a mass of aroused flesh.
Tuesday morning I felt Shabnam slip out of my arms to get to washroom. I looked at the bed and saw large red stain decorating the white sheet. Extremely proud of my accomplishment I wrapped up the sheet I had spread on bed yesterday and packed it in bag. After flushing, a shy and unsteady Shabnam emerged from the washroom. She started to pick the tattered remains of her honour in form of her bra panties and bridal wear.
She was sad that her Suhagraat had been performed by someone who wasn’t her hubby. Scared that hubby may find out. Worried that she had to hide it for ever. But for someone so worried Shabnam was comfortable naked in front of me. Shabnam crawled on the bed on hands and knees to collect her bra. Taking the chance I stood behind her and pushed my Morning Wood in her Baby Maker. Surprised Shabnam could only look back to see me start hammering my rod in her pussy. Shabnam was not yet aroused enough to start enjoying immediately but I had a lot of stamina after being completely drained last night. Shabnam was a 18year old girl and not needing lot to arouse. While banging her, I had 1 finger play with her clitty and other hand fondle her boob. Shabnam was hot and bothered soon. She started pushing back in my strokes getting me deeper and longer strokes. Pretty soon her pussy was dripping juices onto the hotel bedsheets. Some 15 minutes later I was on top of her, still bottomed deep in her now flooded pussy saying Good Morning. Shabnam asked if this was ‘work like dog’ that I had told her.
We packed our bags and had breakfast in the hotel meeting some clients. By 10am we were out of hotel and traveling by car. At 12 we had another lunch meeting with other clients and were off. Shabnam was surprised to see us at airport. We were soon onboard for Jaipur.