Ramya: first date blow job for Raj

Claire sleeps next to me above the covers. She's on her side, and I can see her big pussy lips sticking out under her butt cheeks. She's so incredibly sexy, I would happily suckle on those flaps if she wanted.

I can't sleep. My mind is racing. I'm elated and anxious about my promotion. I'm incredibly horny after a day of wild firsts: I walked the beach topless, I had a threesome, I almost popped my cherry on a sexy trans girl! And then the sexy girl I mentored dominated me and plowed my ass with a giant strap-on dildo.

I lean over and kiss her cheek. "Claire, I'm going out for a while. I can't sleep. You won't be offended?"

She wakes just enough to mumble, “Have a good time… be safe.”

I skip any makeup and pull my long black hair into a simple high ponytail. I choose my favorite pair of tight jeans that make my ass look incredible. For a top, I go with the halter tank I bought for the trip. It has a built-in shelf bra that gives just enough lift to keep my heavy breasts from full sag, but still lets them hang naturally and move freely. The light support makes my thick nipples poke noticeably through the thin fabric instead of pointing down with their natural hang. I like this look for tonight. In Cancun at night, it feels sexy instead of reckless. Let people see.

The halter style shows off my strong shoulders, toned arms, and smooth back while hugging my flat stomach. I feel comfortable, confident, and a little bold as I slip out of the suite.

Going commando might have been a mistake, though. My pussy opening is still raw, and my butt feels loose and sore from Claire's dildo. I don't trust my sphincter, like each step could jiggle something out, and every fart will need to be treated with suspicion and respect. I've never had a cock that big in my ass, and I worry my tight little butthole will ever be the same.

Oh, and also whatever came out of Erin's neutered cock when she ejaculated is still in my ass. I feel dirty, used, and alive.

A private walk by the ocean under the full moon would be perfect. But the winds have picked up enough to kick up sand. No thanks. I find a coffee shop still open and get a latte. I pass a bar and am surprised to see twenty or so people there on a Sunday. This resort is all-inclusive, and it seems a lot of people want to get their money's worth.

Then my eyes fall on one of the most handsome Indian guys I've ever seen, sitting by himself near the back. Then I recognize him. And he's looking right at me and gesturing for me to come in!

I have nothing to lose, so I hold my head high and go for it.

I'm acutely aware of men and women checking me out as I saunter in, tall and confident with my headlights on, breasts swaying under thin fabric.

He stands to greet me. He’s tall for an Indian— about six feet, maybe an inch shorter than me. The way he carries himself radiates massive confidence. This man would be unfazed by anything. "Hello, Ms. Venkatesan," he says as he shakes my hand and points to the chair across from him.

Holy shit. A billionaire knows my name.

"It's Ramya, please. And you are Raj Patel?" I reply. He nods, and I add in Hindi, "I thought I saw you in the crowd last night. I'm really curious why you're here."

He replies in flawless English, "You'll find out soon enough with that promotion you just got. I'll let your new boss fill you in."

I make sure to give my breasts an extra jiggle under the halter top when my butt hits the chair, and I'm happy to see Raj’s eyes linger on my chest for a long moment as he sits.

We order strong drinks. Two become three as the bar empties out. Raj has a great sense of humor, and we flirt like crazy. It’s almost 2 AM when he asks me why I'm not married.

"Are your parents looking?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes."

"Going that well, huh?"

My tongue is loose from the drinks. "At risk of inflating your already huge ego... I've never had anywhere close to this much fun on a date with an Indian."

"Thank you for that," he says. “Arranged marriage is so unfair to women,” Raj says, shaking his head. “The pressure, the timelines… It’s especially hard for someone like you. You’re too tall. You’re too successful. You’re Americanized, so you’ve already had sex.”

I almost spit my drink out at his last bit. I just laugh softly, nod, and take another sip. He’s right about everything except the sex. "I guess you're not even looking for a wife? I've seen you with your harem."

"Indian tabloids exaggerate a bit," he says, but we both know he's had tons of sex and can get about any Indian woman he wants. "Actually I'm... looking."

"What?" I stare.

"My mom passed, but my Dad is on me for it. It doesn't matter that he was an impoverished father and I'm a self-made billionaire. Indian parents are the same. I'm 28, and he wants me to marry."

"Wow," I say. Then my face flushes and I tingle everywhere. Raj Patel is looking for a wife, and our chemistry is undeniable. Now I need to figure out if he's just trying to get laid fast or if he would seriously consider me.

“By the way,” he says with a charming smile, “I love the outfit. No makeup, hair in a ponytail, no bra. I love it."

I feel a warm flush. “Thanks. I wasn’t expecting to bump into anyone, so I just threw something on.”

"You looked great last night made up in your dress when they announced your promotion. But tonight..." He stares at my breasts again. "Tonight you look incredibly fuckable."

I'm used to the banter now, so he doesn't catch me off-guard. I adjust my posture and make my nipples poke out even more. "Okay so you're attracted. But would you prefer a more experienced woman for a long-term match? That's unexpected."

"Obviously I have a lot of experience already. It's not fair to demand a virgin. And I like a woman who already knows what she is doing."

"Then why have I been saving myself?" I scoff. "I thought it was no seal, do deal." Raj's eyes go big, and it's nice to surprise him for a change.

"No way. You're still a virgin!?"

"Shh!" I say. We're almost alone, but I think a few people including the bartender hear that one. He mutters an apology, and my sore butthole reminds me I'm not that innocent. "Trust me, I'm experienced. I just don't to penis-in-vagina. I haven't had a long-term relationship either, which contributes."

"Red flags everywhere," he teases.

"Whatever. You're not seriously looking for a wife anyway."

He just grins, then says. "I'll tell you my approach. But can I trust you? This is very private."

"Of course," I say, very interested.

"I own an island in the Bahamas. Well, I own like 90% of it. Whatever. Anyway, I fly down girls and audition them to be my wife."

"Audition?"

"Think porn casting couch mashed up with American Idol."

I stare open-mouthed. "That is absolutely barbaric! A huge **** of your power and money."

"Yes, it is. You should come."

I scoff, but I can't help but smile. "How would I have an ounce of self-respect after?"

"Come on, Ramya. You can make fun of the whole process if you want and just enjoy a weekend at a great place. You wouldn't have to do anything you don't want to do. You're going to need a vacation soon, trust me."

"Pass," I say with a grin.

"You should probably lose your virginity first. Let me break you in tonight," he says with a shameless glance at my breasts. "It would be my pleasure. I'll make sure it feels real good."

"Thanks for the generous offer," I say and hold up my ring finger. "But this comes first."

Perhaps I just overplayed my hand and signaled too much interest, but Raj laughs. “Tempting. Do you I will realistically find someone better?"

I don't know what to say to that. I just stutter.

"Come on. Let me show you this overpriced penthouse," he says.

I follow him up with repeated assurances he's not getting sex. But the moment the door closes, I push him against the wall, kiss him full-on the lips for a second, then breathe, "Just let me show you what this virgin can do."

I open his belt and zipper to tug down his pants as I drop to my knees.

"Wow, you have a big dick," I say. Raj is half-hard already with impressive size.

“First big one you’ve seen on an Indian?” he asks with a cocky grin.

“First Indian one I’ve seen at all,” I reply, looking up at him.

Make no mistake, this is the real audition. I suck Raj's cock with all my accumulated skill and enthusiasm. Judging by his reactions, he's never had head this good. He ejaculates down my throat inside of two minutes. I swallow every drop, then stand and leave him with his pants down.

“Ask me out for real, Raj,” I say with a smirk as I head toward the door. “Maybe I’ll say yes.”

I leave his penthouse on my own terms, leaving him wanting more.