Ramya: my side hustle for male virgins

It's my fifth day in Vegas, and I just killed my convention speech. It's huge career success. The CEO will hear about it separately from people he knows. The networking opportunities for me are endless. I have a few job offers by the end of the event. And I look great in an elegant dress that isn't too slutty for the occasion but shows my curves. I'm in heels that put me up to about 6'4" tall and give me that command presence.

I have a date in my suite with Arjun later. I keep him waiting longer than he'd like, but he's still a happy customer. I've already fucked him six times, and he stayed over for two nights. Last night he asked for anal. I have absolutely ruined him for any Indian bride, virgin or not. I wish I could gloat to his smug, disapproving parents!

I'm surprised at how much fun this is. Arjun is not the tall, dark, and handsome man that could meet met out on the town and seduce me. But the look of pure joy and adoration on his face when I took his virginity was priceless. That's a different kind of pleasure for me.

Arjun is in my suite before I get there. "Wow, Ramya, what a look," he says, staring up at me.

I grin and take of the heels, then lower my head even more the plant a kiss on his lips. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Do you have any requests for our last night? Anything but anal. My butthole is still sore."

"More of the same is enough for me."

We take our time with plenty of kissing before the clothes come off. Arjun slides down the bed and puts his mouth on me. He's focused, patient, and uses his tongue the way I showed him. The first night he had no idea what he was doing. His future bride is going to be a very lucky girl.

The look of pride on his face when he makes me come spurs me. I pull him back up and suck his dick to get him ready, but he's been hard since I kissed him. I deliberately dial back my suction, lest he come too soon. Arjun is a premature ejaculator, and already he's benefitting from my mentoring. He can last over two minutes inside me now!

I look at the box of condoms by the bed and think of a way I can make his last time special. "Arjun, I feel like you have enough control now, and it's a relatively safe time in my cycle. Do you want to skip the condom? You're paying top dollar for me."

He laughs and agrees. I straddle him and guide his cock into me.

The stretch doesn't take my breath away and make me come as fast as with Demarcus, but it feels wonderful, especially without harsh latex coming between us. I grip him and flutter my pussy muscles as my wet pussy slides up and down. He cups my hanging breasts and stares into my eyes. The heat, the wetness, the natural texture of my vagina hugging his cock directly, it's too much. Arjun yelps that he's coming after thirty seconds in my pussy.

I pull off just in time, and high-pressure spurts of ejaculate drench my slit and butt cheeks.

"Holy shit, Ramya, your pussy is too good. Sorry."

"We'll do it again, don't worry." I laugh softly and stretch out beside him while he catches his breath. After a few minutes he hardens against my thigh. This time I let him set the pace. He rolls me onto my back and slides back inside. My long legs frame his smaller body easily; when he stretches his neck up to kiss me, I still have to meet him halfway. The new angle presses him firmly against my clit.

He goes slower now, more deliberate, and at the end of each stroke he grinds in small, tight circles. My clit is lighting up like crazy. I gave him hints last time, and he paid attention. His kissing has improved also.

The pressure builds in a way it hasn’t with him before. I lock my strong legs around his waist and chase it. “Harder now. Fuck me, Arjun!” I say, loud enough that it surprises us both.

The orgasm hits it is sharp and clean, a hard clench around his cock that makes him groan. I'm climaxing from penetration with him for the first time.

He freezes, eyes wide, then breaks into a disbelieving grin. “Did you just…?”

“Yeah.” I’m still breathing hard. “Well done. That was real.”

Arjun resumes fucking me. I move with him from the bottom to exaggerate the swing of my saggy breasts. He's close. "I want you to pull out early," I say. "Ejaculate all over my face."

He clearly loves the idea of his first facial, but it will test his control. Arjun pulls out, grabs his cock in a strong grip and moves into position. I prop up on my elbows and stick out my tongue. He fists my hair in one hand and opens his grip on his cock with the other. Semen rockets out onto my tongue and pools into the back of my mouth. He strokes himself, and more volleys soak my cheek and my nose before he's done. I've been draining him steadily, but this guy is still very potent. I probably should have been making him pull out even with the condom to be safe.

The facial is a great way to end our business arrangement. We're lying together on my bed using our phones when mine alerts. I've just received a substantial deposit into my bank account. I glance at my lover.

"Worth every penny. Second half of my payment as promised."

"Thank you," I say. I would soon learn that getting an Indian to pay the full agreed amount on time, without reminders, is proof that I did the job very well.

"Ramya, I would love to marry you. I'd do it for sure if my parents had agreed."

"That means a lot, thank you," I say. "Your parents will find you a tiny, submissive virgin bride. Be gentle with her."

"I will. You should do this as a business. I know so many Indians like me that would hire you."

"I do want my own happy ending one day," I say. "People will find out I do this."

"True, maybe. But you're a tech genius, and you're smart. You can put safeguards in place for your privacy. I have a cousin for sure that would pay to lose his virginity. He's taller and better looking than me."

"Stop. You're cute, and I had a great time with you."

For the next hour, the guy that just paid me for sex helps me flush out the details for a solid business plan. A new phone and secure email address separate from my job or personal. A word-of-mouth plan to get clients, starting with his cousin. A stage name. A plan to be able to host in my city or in Vegas on weekends since it's a direct flight.

We ask AI for help with stage name ideas. "Aria Patel. That's the one," Arjun says.

"I like it, too. But hosting at home could be a problem. My clients will often be traveling with parents. And my shitty apartment is under my real name."

After a few minutes, Arjun makes his best contribution. "What about that rental property you were going to invest in?"