By Roshni Varsha

Udaya looked around her, her big brown eyes as wide as saucers as she took in her luxurious surroundings. There was thick white carpet beneath her bare feet, and hints of gold glinted from the wall paper. The bathroom had running water, and the room was equipped with an air conditioner. She looked over at the leather sofas, the television, the wet bar in awe. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would ever be in such a place. Her family had always been poor; her father worked in a factory, earning just enough to keep them from having to live on the streets of Calcutta. Despite that he had managed, somehow, to keep all his daughters out of the brothels and to see them matched with adequate husbands. All but she, the youngest; but her turn too was coming, by this time next year she would be wed as well, providing that she remained a virgin. For that was her father’s biggest bargaining chip, her beauty and her virginity.

Udaya’s sisters too had been easy on the eyes, but she, she was like a gem among stones in this great Indian city. Udaya’s eyes were wider, brighter and deeper then any of the other girls of her generation. Her skin was flawless, her profile divine. Though she was sure to wear modest clothing as her culture dictated, even they could not disguise the voluptuous curves of her body. It was this that would get her a husband despite her lack of a dowry, but even with all her physical beauty she needed to be a virgin on her wedding day or no arrangement could be made.

And yet she was here, looking around a hotel room, alone with an American. She knew she shouldn’t be here, but she had been unable to resist. The man had promised her money, lots of money. More money then her father could hope to make in a year at his factory job, and even more, he had promised that she would still be a virgin when he was done with her. And so she can come. The knowledge of what she could do for her mother and father with all that money, coupled by knowing she would still be a virgin for her husband made it a deal she could not pass up.

“Come here Udaya.” The American called from the other room.

Following the sound of his voice she did as she was asked, stepping into another massive and exquisite room. This one however was dominated by a massive bed, the likes of which she had never seen. The American was lying across it, completely naked. As her eyes took in the site of him, his pale skin, his massive prick that was already standing up big and proud, the girl blushed a brilliant shade of red and turned to go.

“If you leave now, I’m not paying.”

Udaya stopped in the doorway, torn between her desire to help her family and her upbringing that said she should not be here, should not be seeing this man naked. She was still wrestling with it when he spoke again, “Get undressed, I want to see you.”

With a deep sigh Udaya made up her mind, with her back still to the American in the bed, she began to undress. Slowly, hesitantly, she let her clothes fall off of her body and lay forgotten at her feet. 

The American in the bed sucked in his breath at the beauty that was her naked form. Though he could only see her from behind that was enough. Her long legs were like a colt’s, beautifully formed and powerful. How he yearned to feel them wrapped around his waist, but he had promised that she would leave a virgin, so alas that was not meant to be. Her ass was smooth, a perfect heart shape and tight like she had spent a lot of time at the gym. Of course she hadn’t, he chided himself, such a perfect ass must have come from hour upon hour of chores. When she continued to stand there, naked, with her long brown hair flowing down to the middle of her back, the gentle curve of a breast barely visible from where he stood, he slowly climbed off the bed and moved toward her.

When she felt the stranger’s hands, calloused and rough, caress her shoulders Udaya jumped in surprise. No one had ever touched her like this before; it was scary and exciting at the same time. When the man applied pressure to her shoulders, urging her to turn around, she didn’t resist. As his hungry eyes drank up the sight of her, she felt herself blush, but when she moved to try and cover herself up, he nudged her hands aside, shaking his head.

“You are gorgeous.” He breathed.

He let his hand glide down the front of her and cup her breasts, smiling when he felt a tremor run through her virginal body. Her boobs were big, far bigger then most Indian girls. They were soft and heavy in his hands, large enough that he couldn’t cradle all of them and some of the massive mounds of flesh spilled over the sides of his cupped palms. Rubbing his thumb against her nipples he whispered into her ear, “Turn around.”

Udaya was ashamed of the way her body was reacting to this man’s touch, to his vicinity. She could feel foreign sensations spreading through her nether region, she was hot, and wet, her pussy throbbing in a way that it never had before. Turning around to face him, she felt her cheeks stinging with color, the mark of her embarrassment. The man chuckled, obviously finding her confusion endearing, and with one finger under her chin, lifted her eyes to his own.

“I want you to kneel in front of me Udaya, and I want you to suck my cock. Do you understand? I want to fuck your mouth.”

Udaya slowly knelt down, looking up into the eyes of the man who now towered above her. So this was how she would earn the money and stay a virgin she thought, and then, glancing down, she found herself face to face with a big throbbing dick. It jutted out from the man at an almost 45 degree angle, it’s big purple head already oozing with precum. Glancing up at him once more, looking for reassurance, Udaya was caught completely unaware when the big American suddenly grabbed the back of her head and jerked it to his cock. 

She could feel the cum smearing all over her lips, the head of his cock pushing at them, trying to gain entrance. Steeling her resolve she thought of the money, of all the things she could do with it, and then she opened her mouth. Within seconds the man’s cock was crammed inside her, it became all that she could think about. Resisting the urge to gag when the head of his cock touched the back of her throat, Udaya pressed backwards, away from his dick. The man lessened his grip on her hair, moving his hands instead to the side of her face, where he could guide her without choking her.

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