Cinta stood outside the hotel room, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her shoulders. She had never imagined herself in such a situation, but desperation had driven her to this point. Her scholarship, her only ticket out of poverty, was on the line. Failing that crucial class had left her with no other choice. Her friend’s suggestion had seemed absurd at first—sleeping with their lecturer, an older Indian man, to secure her grade. But as the days passed and the reality of losing her scholarship loomed, Cinta found herself standing here, her knuckles hovering over the door.
She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she knocked. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, and she felt a surge of panic. What was she doing? Premarital sex was a taboo in her traditional Malay family. Her parents would never understand. But then, neither would they understand the depth of her fear—the fear of returning to the life she had fought so hard to escape. She knocked again, louder this time, her resolve hardening with each passing second.
The door creaked open, revealing the lecturer, Mr. Raj. He was in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a stern yet kind face. His eyes softened when he saw her, and he gestured for her to come in. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, casting a shadowy ambiance. The air smelled faintly of cologne and cigarettes. Cinta’s stomach churned as she stepped inside, the door closing softly behind her.
“Cinta,” Mr. Raj said, his voice low and soothing. “I’m glad you came. Sit down.” He pointed to the edge of the bed, his gaze steady.
She sat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Finally, Mr. Raj spoke, his tone gentle but firm. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?”
Cinta nodded, her throat too tight to speak. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind a hundred times, but now that it was here, she felt paralyzed.
“I can help you,” he continued. “But you have to be willing to… cooperate.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at him. “I… I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Mr. Raj sighed, sitting beside her. “I understand this isn’t easy for you. But think of it as a transaction. You give me what I want, and I’ll ensure your scholarship remains intact.”
Cinta bit her lip, her mind racing. She thought of her family, of the sacrifices they had made for her education. She thought of the future she had dreamed of—a future that now hung in the balance. Slowly, she nodded, her decision made.
Mr. Raj’s expression softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, let’s start slowly. There’s no need to be afraid.”
He stood and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a chest that was slightly paunchy but still firm. Cinta’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening. This was real. She was about to cross a line she had never imagined crossing.
“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand.
She took it, her fingers trembling as she stood. He led her to the center of the room, his touch guiding her gently. “First, I want to teach you something,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Something that will make this easier for both of us.”
Before she could protest, he had her seated on the edge of the bed again, his hands moving to unbutton her blouse. Cinta’s breath caught in her throat as the cool air touched her skin. She had never been this intimate with anyone before. Her traditional upbringing had always emphasized modesty and restraint, but now, those values seemed distant and irrelevant.
Mr. Raj’s fingers were gentle as he slid her blouse off her shoulders, revealing her bra. His eyes lingered on her, and for the first time, Cinta felt a strange mix of embarrassment and desire. She was aware of her body in a way she had never been before—aware of her perky breasts, her flat stomach, her trembling hands.
“Relax,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. This is natural.”
He knelt before her, his hands moving to her skirt. Cinta’s heart raced as he slid it down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was a strange thrill in it too. Mr. Raj’s gaze was intense, his eyes dark with desire.
“Now,” he said, his voice steady, “I’m going to teach you how to please a man.”
He stood and unbuckled his belt, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Cinta’s eyes widened as he unzipped his pants, revealing his erection. It was thicker and longer than she had imagined, and she felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks.
“Touch it,” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind.
Cinta hesitated, her fingers hovering over his shaft. She had never touched a man like this before. It felt wrong, yet at the same time, there was a curious excitement building within her. Slowly, she reached out, her fingertips brushing against his skin. It was warm and smooth, and she felt a jolt of surprise at how hard he was.
“Good,” he murmured, guiding her hand. “Now, stroke it. Gently at first.”
She did as he instructed, her fingers moving tentatively up and down his length. Mr. Raj closed his eyes, a soft groan escaping his lips. Cinta felt a strange sense of power, of control, as she realized the effect she was having on him.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Now, lean in closer.”
She did, her face inches from his groin. The scent of him—musky and masculine—filled her senses. “Open your mouth,” he instructed.
Cinta’s heart pounded as she obeyed, her lips parting slightly. He guided his shaft to her mouth, and she felt the tip touch her tongue. It was strange, foreign, but not unpleasant.
“Take it in,” he whispered. “Slowly.”
She did, her lips closing around him as she took him into her mouth. Mr. Raj’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Suck it like you mean it.”
Cinta’s cheeks hollowed as she tried to follow his instructions, her tongue flicking over the head of his cock. She felt a surge of pride when he moaned, his hips thrusting slightly into her mouth. This was new, exhilarating, and despite the circumstances, she found herself enjoying it.
“Enough,” he said after a few moments, his voice strained. “Now, it’s your turn.”
He pulled her to her feet, his hands moving to her bra. With a swift motion, he unhooked it, revealing her breasts. Cinta’s breath hitched as his gaze raked over her, his eyes dark with hunger.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck.
She shivered at his touch, her body responding to his despite her initial reluctance. He kissed his way down her chest, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin. Cinta’s hands tangled in his hair, her head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
When his mouth closed over her nipple, she gasped, her body arching into him. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling, and Cinta felt a warmth spread through her, pooling low in her abdomen. She had never felt anything like this before—a tingling, aching sensation that seemed to center between her legs.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
Cinta nodded, unable to speak. She was lost in the sensations, her body alive in a way it had never been. Mr. Raj’s hands moved lower, sliding under the waistband of her panties. She felt his fingers brush against her, and she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
“So wet,” he murmured, his voice satisfied. “You like this, don’t you?”
Cinta couldn’t deny it. She did. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more. He slid her panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare. She stood before him, her legs slightly apart, her breath coming in short gasps.
Mr. Raj knelt before her, his hands resting on her hips. “Now,” he said, his voice low and reverent, “I’m going to make you feel even better.”
His mouth descended between her legs, his tongue pressing against her most intimate place. Cinta cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She had never imagined anything like this—the warmth of his mouth, the flick of his tongue, the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch her.
He lapped at her, his tongue delving deep, and Cinta felt her body tighten, her muscles coiling like a spring. The pleasure built, relentless and overwhelming, until she couldn’t hold it back any longer. Her cry echoed through the room as her first orgasm ripped through her, waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a tidal wave.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her. “Let it go.”
Cinta’s body shook as she rode out the climax, her legs trembling under her. When it finally subsided, she collapsed onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Mr. Raj climbed onto the bed beside her, his eyes soft as he looked at her.
“You’re a natural,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Cinta managed a shaky smile, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm. She felt different—lighter, freer, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“Now,” he said, his voice firming, “it’s time for the main event.”
He rolled on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Cinta’s heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. She was about to lose her virginity—to a man twice her age, in a hotel room, for a grade. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw kindness there, and something else—a spark of genuine connection.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands resting on either side of her head. “Ready?” he asked, his voice gentle.
Cinta nodded, her breath catching as she felt the tip of him press against her. He pushed in slowly, his movements deliberate, and she felt a sharp pain as he stretched her. She bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders, but he didn’t stop. He continued to push, his shaft sliding deeper into her, until he was fully seated.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Cinta felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure, her body adjusting to the intrusion. He began to move, his hips rocking gently at first, then with increasing urgency. She felt every inch of him, his thickness filling her completely. The pain faded, replaced by a sensation that was both foreign and exhilarating.
“Move with me,” he instructed, his hands guiding her hips.
She did, her body rising to meet his thrusts. The rhythm built, faster and harder, and Cinta found herself lost in the moment. She moaned, her head thrown back, her body responding to his with a hunger she had never known.
Mr. Raj’s breath came in short gasps as he pounded into her, his face flushed with exertion. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”
Cinta’s nails raked down his back, her body arching into him. She was on the edge again, teetering on the brink of another orgasm. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, and she cried out as he rubbed it in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. “Let me feel you tighten around me.”
Cinta’s body obeyed, her muscles clenching as another orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name, her body shaking as she climaxed around him. Mr. Raj followed, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her. His groan was primal, his body collapsing onto hers as he spent himself.
They lay there for a moment, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in unison. Cinta felt a strange sense of peace, her body sated and satisfied. She had crossed a line, but somehow, it didn’t feel as wrong as she had imagined.
Mr. Raj rolled off her, his arm draping across her waist. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
Cinta smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. She felt a connection to him—a bond forged in the heat of their passion. But as she lay there, her mind began to wander. What had she just done? What did this mean for her future?
Before she could dwell on it, there was a knock at the door. Cinta’s eyes widened as Mr. Raj sat up, a smile playing on his lips. “That’ll be my friends,” he said, his voice casual. “They were supposed to join us.”
Cinta’s heart sank as the door opened, revealing several more mature Indian men. They laughed, their eyes taking in the scene before them. “Looks like you started without us,” one of them joked.
Mr. Raj chuckled, his hand resting on Cinta’s hip. “Couldn’t wait,” he said, his tone proud.
Cinta’s stomach dropped as she realized the night was far from over. She had thought this was a one-time transaction, but now, she understood the truth. This was just the beginning.
As the men entered the room, their eyes hungry, Cinta felt a mix of fear and anticipation. She had crossed a line, and there was no going back. The night stretched before her, full of possibilities—some thrilling, others terrifying. But one thing was certain: her life would never be the same again.
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