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October 17, 2018

Farhana’s First Night of Fucking



Farhana’s First Night of Fucking

I was sitting in the bed decorated with flowers, awaiting my husband’s arrival.I never ever dreamt in life that i would be in such a positing as this . My eyes were swelled up with the tears that I cried when he offered me this proposal. It was my fate, a young girl who turned just 18, a few weeks back is now going to be someones sex toy .I just cant hold back my tears, I just can’t digest it.

The sun will rise tomorrow and will see me leave this room as woman. My cries will be heard by everyone in the house.I would like you to know how I look. I feel it’s fair to know what kind of girl the hideous beast is going to feast on. I stand 5’3, petite built, measuring 32B-26-34; round breasts topped with brown nipples: a curvy thin waist; soft and silky to touch; and my legs that are supple. I am fair skinned (white skin typical of north Indian girls ) and looks like a traditional girl with thick lips. I think my beauty lured me into this fate. Using my family’s disadvantage, the Mr subramiam offered me a deal. He wont grab grab our family house if he can have me as his mistress.

Let me first tell you my name, my name is Farhana. Farhana islam Rupsha. I live in Dhaka and attend North South university. Being one of the prettiest girls, i would attract the attention off many men on the street. Whistles would follow me, even once someone went as far as grabbing one of my boobs before speeding away on a bike.

One day after university i came home to find my mother and my sisters sitting with a tall dark south Indian man in his mid forties. He introduced himself as Mr Subramanian. My mum stood up and said he is an Indian business man who wishes to build a new factory in our area. As a result our house will be demolished. Mr Subramanian had offered us compensation, which was not enough for us. In our family it was just me, my mum and my 2 sisters. We merely go through the day by what our father had left us before death.

So i pleaded and pleaded along with my mum to not kick us out of the house, however he was adamant that we leave or else he will get gundas to throw us out.
Through all this argument mr Subramanian couldn’t take his eyes off me, here i was in my red salwaar kameez being cheacked out by a man more then twice my age.
Mr Subramanian slyly said that if i was to marry him, we would still be thrown out but he would make sure my mum and my sister is well looked after so that they wont have any problems .

So after a long argument ( as i am a muslim girl, and it is a taboo to marry for me a hindu man ) i said yes to marrying the ugly black Mr swamy. My mum had to make sure that no one in the neighbourhood knew what has happened as it would bring a lot of shame on us. Mr Subramanian made sure that my mum and my sister moved into a nice flat in Dhaka, before taking me to his private House in Mumbai.
I am scared and ashamed here as sit here on the bed, what have i done to deserve such a man in my life ? Mr Subramanian had said that my job will be to keep his cock satisfied. He said that since i am very special, he has prevented from masturbation for 3 weeks ( yes it took us 3 weeks to get married) for our first night togather.

Then at last my new husband walked in, standing tall at 5’11 and reasonably built with an average physique he was wearing a lungi with no shirt, his massive penis.. how big it was i don’t know was sticking out through his lungi but it looked like he had a club hidden underneath his lungi. I saw his naughty smile with gleaming eyes that feasted on my tender body, even though I was dressed from head to toe. I felt ashamed yet his lustful look did provoke a slight tingle between my legs. For a split second, I imagined him on top of me, lying between my open legs and humping me in unison with my hands grabbing his back for support and his ugly hairy ass perked as he goes balls deep in my pussy. ‘Oh….God….’ was the words from my lips As mr Subramanian started to advance towards me .

He sat near me and made a formal talk. All the time, I was sure he wanted to know what’s inside my clothes . Unable to control himself, he moved his hands over my hips. I felt a sharp sensation from the area as his warm hand caressed me through my saree. By the time, I was ready mentally and physically for the fast approaching first sex in my life.

he pushed me over the bed and rolled over me. I felt his hard thick cock touching my thighs. The size was…. I don’t know but it was big. At least for me and thicker than I imagined. He dimmed the lights a bit and made himself nude above the top. I glanced in astonishment seeing his hairy, toned chest even at such an age. He unraveled my saree, my jewels and undid the hooks on my top. His expertise was evident in the way he made my top nude, exposing my tender breasts. I didn’t had much time before his lips enclosed mine in a tight kiss. My never ever kissed lips felt it wonderful and new. He kept nibbling, chewing and biting my lower lip.

Then his hands cupped my tits in a vice grip. It was so hard that made me whimper in the most tiniest pleasurable pain.

“Ohh….please don’t. I can’t,” was all I could manage to say with his lips tightly glued around my erect nipples. He went on a wild spree sucking it and milking it, till I could take no more. I was writhing in the bed; moaning and thrashing in pleasure, my hands caressing his hair, holding it tight.

My old husband then adjusted his clothes and made himself nude for the next level in our night. I was bit scared seeing the size of his cock. He came back to the bed to make me nude and see my virgin body. I controlled my reluctance as he stripped me completely. I was there fully exposed to my husband’s eyes, my erect nipples wet with his saliva, my pussy dripping and my lips quivering in anticipation.

He didn’t make me wait long and came back to resume kissing me. His hands held my tits firmly as he kissed me with fiery passion. My young body was flooded with pure pleasure. After a brief interval, he stood with his hard cock near my face, asking me to suck it. I was inexperienced but wanted to give it a try. I started engulfing his cock into my mouth in a slow and steady manner. Soon, I picked up a pace with him holding my head and fucking my mouth for all it’s worth.

He removed his cock out of my mouth, breathing hard and baked in the pleasure of my sucking skills. Then, he shifted position and moved my legs apart. I knew he wanted to be inside my pussy and I had been aching for it. He moved the blankets covering out nude bodies and placed his cock in the entrance of my pussy. Slowly, I felt his cock move into my virginity, leading me into a sharp pain that made me scream.

“Oh…God…No, Please stop, I can’t take it. It’s so painful.” I said so loud and thrashed his back to save myself from the hell. My insides were burning with his cock going deeper and deeper each second. He kept pushing forward and didn’t stop till his pubic hairs touched mine. I breathed a sigh of relief and rested to overcome the aftermath of my first penetration.

I clung to his shoulders for support as he started moving his cock in and out, fucking me rapidly. Both of were sweating, panting and gasping for air but never stopped our fucking action. My pussy was torn by his manly cock which will be fucking me for the rest of my life. I am now his official wife and will be there to pleasure him any time. I felt my orgasm building up inside my body which came is spasms in the next minute. He continued to plunder my tight pussy and finally came deep inside my womb.

He then pulled me for one last kiss which lasted for more than 2 minutes, leaving me breathless. I hugged him back tight and reciprocated his intimate kisses. He felt me all over my body and dozed off to a satisfied sleep for the night. I just laid staring at the ceiling and recalling my first night with my husband whom I hated before. He was quite a hunk in the bed and I feel he would keep me happy in and out of bed.

Satisfied with what I wanted, I snuggled closer to him and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

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