“And Deepa, keep reminding Dave that I have allowed him to fuck you, my fiance, as his dick is buried in your cunt.”
“There is no need to go around the city tomorrow Deepa. Just stay in the hotel room and let Dave explore every contour of your body, lucky bastard, he has beat me to it. ”
“Deepa when I marry you, we will both know that you have already given yourself to be mated, by your Dad.”
“We will have Dave as our audience when we fuck and relay the camera feed to him to view us live and guide us.”
“Any how bye for now. Enjoy..Deepa..”
I hang up on Deepa and called Dave.
“Dave, Deepa rang me up to tell me that you will be staying overnight in Mumbai.”
“I want to thank you Dave, for treating Deepa like you want to. I have given Deepa the go ahead to offer herself to you, to be used.”
“Make this a night she will never forget. I have asked a medical shop owner whom i know in Mumbai to give you some blue pills. I know you are sturdy and an alpha male. But it will also help to go through the long night.”
“you never know, women like Deepa with their pent up passion, can be very demanding. Give her my love. ”
I could see Dave smiling at the other end. “Thank you very much Rohan, is all he said.”
Dave took the key from the reception as he saw Deepa come towards him. The hotel manager wished Deepa and congratulated her, as he handed over the registration slip for her signature. Deepa just nodded not knowing why he was congratulating him and as she signed she saw that Dave had entered her as his wife.
A tingling sensation crept in her pussy, as she signed up and turned to take Dave’s extended hand.
The moment they turned the corner and were alone near the lift lobby, Daves’ hand enveloped her hip drawing her towards him.
Deepa stuck her chest forward to crush her titties on his broad chest, as he pressed the lift button.
As they entered the lift, Dave’s broad strong hands encircled and cupped Deepa’s tits. She brought her face close to his as his mouth closed on hers, sucking her lips in a deep kiss, as she was suddenly jolted with Daves’ hands coming over her to grab her ass and jerk her ass cheeks in an aggressive shove pressing her pussy into his groins.
Looking into her eyes, Dave said, “I have Rohan’s permission to make you mine Deepa.”
“Yes Dave, Rohan likes you in our relationship. I have been told to offer myself in service to you as your lover, daughter and Rohan’s fiance.”
As we reached the floor, we noticed that our suite was in an isolated corner with just two other executive suites, probably booked occasionally.
No sooner had we entered the suite, a room service manager brought us a complementary champaign and flower bouquets and two exquisite wine bottles and gave us also a packed gift box, saying that it was delivered at the reception to be handed over to Dave. Dave knew it as the blue tablet that Rohan mentioned in his conversation.
Dave said that he would order room service later. As the door closed, Dave hung a Don’t Disturb sign.
“Dave, I am going to freshen up, in fact take a hot shower.” So saying Deepa unpacked her suitcase that had arrived and took out the front open nightie, fresh pair of bra and panty and walked into the shower.
Deepa came out fresh and looked ‘fucking hot’ with her semi transparent house coat and partially visible half cup bra revealing the shape of her tits and areola. Dave enjoyed seeing Deepa in her sexy attire., but hastened to also go into the shower to get rejuvenated.
He called out to Deepa to get him a boxer shorts from his suitcase. While Dave was just finishing his bath, he saw Deepa coming to hand over his boxers.
Deepa had the first glance of the male member she was required to patronize. Dave’s dick was definitely 7 1/2 inches long with more than 2 inches thick making Deepa concerned that it could grow to 8 inches easily.
Deepa still had wet patches on her body making her nightie cling to her body stretching over her tits, augmenting its attractiveness. The discarded petticoat (the long underskirt), used panty, bra were spread on the couch along with Daves’ clothes. Deepa savored the sight, as he came out of his bath.
Deepa offered to wipe Dave as she took the towel from him. She took time to dry him and could not ignore the noticeable bulge in his boxers.
Deepa’s young charms could drive any man on the borders of extreme lust, keeping him excited with the images of her well shaped tits, hips and the contours of her ass. She had a beautiful face with pouted lips, which when seen with her cleavage would give any man a hardness that would last for hours.
Dave liked Indian women, especially with their partially covered blouses and sari which they wear half concealing and half revealing the luscious tits.
Dave, could not believe the situation he was in, with Deepa equally eager in offering herself.
Dave took in the seductive poses of the women young enough to be his daughter, who in fact revered him like a dad figure. Deepa was pleased to see her dad ogre her deep cleavage, her sexy midriff and pussy area contours visible through her satin lingerie worn without underskirt or panties.
As she wiped Dave, her hand moved over his hard on and she could not help wrapping her hand around the thickness, with which she will become increasingly familiar. She felt proud of holding her dad’s hardon. Dave lifted her up even with Deepa’s grasp tightening on his hardness, held her face and kissed her deep and hard as he gasped and said, “fuck Deepa you are beautiful”
Deepa said, ” Dave I would want you to take me as your girl.”
“Fuck me Dad.. use me as your slut.”