As much as Ramsha enjoyed the last fucking session with Ahmad Ali, it made her super paranoid when it was over. Cum kept dripping from her pussy, not letting her sleep. To top it, the fat old man had locked her in his arms and legs. She couldn't even get up to clean herself.
She turned around to look at him. He was completely naked and snoring. She wanted to wake him up, but she had never seen someone sleep so peacefully. His face seemed as if his life were complete. And she was the reason behind it. She felt that, and that gave her momentary joy. To be so important for someone.
But it was too uncomfortable. She just wanted to go home. Restlessly, she kept moving herself between her old driver's arms. The best she could do is turn around to face him. Suddenly, her lips met his and his breath warmed the insides of her mouth. His hand moved and began caressing her hair, even while he was still sleeping.
Then, Ramsha felt something poking between her legs. The old man had an erection.
"Fuck, not again!"
She tried to distract herself, but her mind forced her to look at it. She got a closer inspection of the first circumcised dick she had ever seen. It looked beautiful! Not just because of the circumcision, but its girth, length and colour were so exotic that Chris' dick looked like a pale reflection of it.
She inadvertently held it in her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. But as soon as she did it, Ahmad Ali sighed loudly. Ramsha got scared. She didn't want to wake him up, that would mean she would be fucked again. A part of her craved that, but to become so shameless overnight would've really hurt her ego.
"I was blackmailed into it for fuck's sake!" She thought. That's how she wanted to keep thinking of it to override the guilt.
Then, she turned around and saw daylight.
"The deal's over!" She mumbled. "The night's over!"
She pushed Ahmad Ali away from her, got dressed and left. The old man was so deep in sleep that he didn't give any reaction to it all except a disturbing snore.
Ramsha took an Uber home. Upon reaching, she rushed to her room and hit the shower. She cried loudly while washing herself. She rubbed every inch of her body ferociously, as if trying to remove all traces of that night. But the harder she tried to forget, the more difficult it became.
In a few minutes, a strong desire swept through her body and she started fingering herself. She hadn't done that since high school. Her mother had caught her back then and gave her a beating. Now, even though she had outgrown other religious barriers, this is something that stayed with her. Every time she tried to finger herself, she would remember her mother's screams at her:
"This is not how good Muslim girls behave!"
But that morning, it was different. She fingered herself and enjoyed it so much. The traumatic moments of the past were dampened by the thrill. She thought about the ugly face and body of Ahmad Ali and fingered herself faster while crying loudly.
Then, she took the shower head towards her pussy and rubbed it with it while spraying water.
"Ahhh aaan aah ahahaha!" Her cries were a mix of pain and pleasure as she came so hard. Her legs shook and she was almost about to fall. She jumped on her bed and slept the whole day.
***
Ramsha called in sick at work two days in a row. She wanted to avoid Ahmad Ali at all costs. She could've called a taxi, but she wasn't ready to answer her folks why she would ditch the comfort of a personal car in favour of an Uber.
What bothered her so much was not that Ahmad Ali had blackmailed her into sex, but that she enjoyed it...and wanted it again and again! She knew that she couldn't look him in the eye without revealing her deepest, darkest desires.
On the third day, she finally got the courage.
"Good morning, madam!"
What the hell! He had zero expressions of guilt on his face. He just looked at her through the rearview mirror and greeted her. She didn't reply.
All through the journey, he said nothing. It was as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't coaxed his boss' daughter into having sex. This normality and silence hurt Ramsha's guts. She wanted to slap him, punch him, kiss him...fuck him?
He kept looking at her through the mirror though, but she really couldn't tell if he was looking at her or the traffic. When they reached her office, she stepped out and slammed the door angrily.
All day, she couldn't work. Everyone could figure out that something was wrong with her, but no one came up to ask. Finally, Chris had enough of it and called her into his cabin.
"What's up babe? You look knackered! You haven't even received my calls in 2 days."
"Nothing, Chris!"
"Come on, Ramsha, baby. Tell me! Is it that Samrat guy?"
"His name is Sarfraz! And no, it's not him. That story is over! I am just a bit drained hon cuz of the cold!"
"Aww, me poor lassie! I know just what to do to make you feel better."
"Babe, I can't. I've been away for two days and now..."
"Ramsha, you keep forgetting who's the boss here. No one gives a shite. All's settled! Let's go home!"
He pulled her hand and took her away. Ramsha walked with him reluctantly. She didn't want Ahmad Ali to see her. It felt like cheating. But he would get to know anyway when she'd call him to pick her up from Chris' place. Her knees went weak and she just followed her boyfriend like a zombie.
Chris quickly started his car and drove towards his home. He kept his hand between her thighs and kept smiling at her, as was their custom.
When they reached his home, he quickly began kissing her. He kicked the door behind him and pinned her against the wall. He hadn't fucked her for a few days and he wanted to make up for lost time.
He quickly took her to bed. Chris kissed her and she kissed him back. She was enjoying it but something was amiss. She felt his hands explore her body, something that turned her on so much, but this time it did nothing. She opened her eyes to look at him. He was tall, handsome, well-built, but it wasn't enough. Something was missing.
As he removed her clothes, Ramsha wanted Chris to aggressively squeeze her boobs, spank her ass. But he did nothing. He did go wild sometimes, but he loved her too much to hurt her. She held his hand and brought it towards her boobs, but he didn't understand the message.
Instead, he threw her on the bed. That did ignite some spark of lust inside her pussy and she sluttily spread her legs wide. She opened her labia to invite Chris to lick her. But, he tore off a condom and quickly tried to enter her. He was in a hurry!
Chris tried to enter her, but she was so dry down there.
"Baby, stop, it's hurting." He didn't even realise she was so dry and instead kept trying to ram his dick in.
"What's wrong babe?"
"I...I don't know. Just not in the mood!"
"Please baby! I'll only be a few minutes, you know me." He smirked.
Chris tried to enter her again and the result was the same. Ramsha screamed in pain. She tried to think of Ahmad Ali while Chris tried to fuck her, but the old man's face made it even harder to let Chris' dick in. Her pussy tightened in fear and there was no wetness at all.
"Chris, please stop!" She screamed.
Ramsha suddenly felt shy being naked in front of Chris and covered her boobs with the bedsheet. She couldn't look him in the eye.
"Babe, are you okay?"
