After her son’s left home, Sameera closed the front door and went to the kitchen. She took a plate of food and moved to the living room. She kept the plate on the rectangular teapoy and sat down on the sofa. She turned the Television on and began to eat. While she had breakfast, she thought about the strange events that had happened in the past three months. She had never in her wildest dreams thought about having sex with her sons, but after her husband had made her feel worthless, her son’s had taken responsibility and made her feel loved. Sameera had been very happy after that experience. But without financial support from her husband, she had still felt hopeless until Sabina had told her about a job opportunity and made her realise that she had just one choice. She had made use of the opportunity and auditioned for the casual job as a Guest Relations Assistant. She had passed the audition and that had given her hope. Simultaneously, she had prioritised her family and helped her mother, and guided her younger brother. She had also passed pre-employment medical test and got a first customer just two days after passing the medical test. It had given her the confidence she had needed to have sex with strangers.
Sameera finished her breakfast and thought about Sahil—the Saree salesman. She had met him just two days ago. On the first day, she had tried the Sarees and had sex with him for the first time. On the second day, he had delivered the new Sarees and they had enjoyed sex for the second time. She wondered if he would visit her on the third day using some excuse. She had liked having sex with him, so she hoped he would visit her. She thought about meeting her first customer the next day. She had only been told that he was an actor. She was curious about him. So, she decided to call Daisy later and find out more about him.
Sameera took the TV remote and switched off the TV. She took her plate and went to the kitchen. She quickly washed the dishes and went to her bedroom. She stood before the full-length mirror and looked at her reflection. She was dressed in a simple white colour Salwar Kameez which had white flower patterns on it. She had slept all night wearing the Salwar suit but it still looked graceful on her curvy body. Her hair looked a little messy and she looked sleepy even though she had slept well. She wanted to clean the house first before having bath and changing her clothes.
Sameera moved away from the mirror. She went to the living room and cleaned the room. Then she went to her older son, Hussain’s room. The room looked messy as usual. The bedsheets had not been folded, clothes had been thrown on the bed and a wet towel was on a chair. But the computer was not on like it used to be before three months. Hussain had stopped leaving the computer on with a porn videos playing on the screen after they had started having sex. She smiled and shook her head thinking about the attempts Hussain had made to seduce her. She felt proud of him because he was smart, caring and handsome.
Sameera finished cleaning Hussain’s room and went to her second son, Shahid’s room. His room was equally messy like his elder brother’s room. She cleaned the room thinking about Shahid. She liked the way he had grownup—tall and handsome. Shahid was more intimate with her than Hussain but she knew both her son’s loved her equally. She felt proud of her handsome sons.
Sameera went to her bedroom thinking about her husband, Rafique. She regretted marrying him. She thought she would have left him long time ago if he had not made her financially dependent on him by not allowing her to get a job. He had only given her 15,000 rupees the previous month. The rent was 30,000 per month. She couldn’t understand why he was so cruel to her. But she didn’t care anymore. She had been told she would be paid 50,000 rupees per hour, excluding the agency commission. She was happy, she will soon have 100,000 rupees to take care of her family.
Sameera removed her clothes and went to the attached bathroom. She had a good, long shower. After the shower, she dried her body and stepped out of the bathroom, feeling fresh. She went to the dressing table. She dried and combed her hair. Then she went to her wardrobe and selected a yellow saree that had small red and green flower prints, and a dark red border. She draped the Saree around her. She put light make up on her face and took the Kajal, when her mobile rang. She took the mobile and saw Daisy’s picture. She answered the call. “Hello Daisy!” she said.
“Hello Sameera! How are you?” Daisy asked.
“I am good,” Sameera said and asked, “How are you?”
“I am very good, Sameera. I called to confirm the booking with you,” Daisy said.
“Okay. Any changes?” Sameera asked.
“No changes. I just wanted to make sure you haven’t changed your mind,” Daisy said.
“I haven’t changed my mind. I really need the money,” Sameera said.
“Don’t worry,” Daisy said and continued, “Our client is really interested in you. If he likes you after he meets you, he might book you for more hours.”
“I hope he will like me,” Sameera said and laughed softly.
“He will like you. You are very beautiful. Just do what he wants you to do. Don’t disclose your personal information,” Daisy said and asked, “Did you read the profile we created for you?”
“Yes,” Sameera said.
“Can you tell me about your professional identity?” Daisy asked and said, “I don’t doubt you. I just want to make sure you don’t mix up your professional identity with your real identity.”
Sameera laughed and said, “Ok. My name is Meera. I am 32 years old. I am a separated, single mother of a 3-year-old girl. I am a Hindu woman.”
“Good. Don’t wear a hijab. Don’t forget to keep a Bindi and put on a fake Mangalsutra,” Daisy said.
Sameera laughed and said, “Okay.”
“Do you remember the appointment time?” Daisy asked.
“Yes. 5pm to 7pm,” Sameera said.
“That’s right. Do you have any questions?” Daisy asked.
“Can you tell me more about the client?” Sameera asked.
“Actually, we keep most of the information about the client very confidential. It is usually a little surprise for the escorts when they meet the client,” Daisy said and laughed.
“Daisy? Please tell me. I am not going to leak it to the press. I am just an average woman,” Sameera said.
“I trust you. But if any information leaks out even by accident, that will be the end of your job,” Daisy said, cautioning Sameera.
“I understand Daisy. Don’t worry. This job is very important to me,” Sameera said.
“Ok. The client is a famous actor. His name is Kishore Khanna!” Daisy said excitedly.
“Kishore Khanna?! The hero in Dil Diya movie?!” Sameera asked, excited.
“Yeah. He is the one!” Daisy said and laughed.
“Wow! He is so handsome!” Sameera couldn’t believe her good luck.
“Don’t tell anyone. Just enjoy!” Daisy said and laughed.
“Definitely. I’ll do my best to make him happy,” Sameera said, feeling very lucky.
“I have heard that he likes a good blowjob!” Daisy teased Samera and laughed.
Sameera laughed, thinking it would be a pleasure to suck his penis and make him happy.
“Ok. I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye,” Daisy said and hung up.
“Bye Daisy,” Sameera said.
Sameera laughed. She couldn’t believe a famous, handsome actor had chosen her and wanted to spend two hours with her. She opened a browser on her mobile and searched for pictures of Kishore Khanna. She saw his pictures and admired him.
Sameera went to the dressing table and put Kajal for her eyelids. She remembered that she needed Mangalsutra and Bindi. She tried to remember which shops sold Mangalsutra because she had never bought Mangalsutra or Bindi. She thought she should tell Sahil to bring it because he worked for a fashion store. She picked up her mobile and called Sahil.
“Hello ma’am!” Sahil answered excitedly.
“Hello Sahil. How are you?” Sameera asked.
“Very good, ma’am. How are you?” Sahil asked.
“I am good,” Sameera said and quickly asked, “Sahil, do you have Mangalsutra and Bindi in your stores?”
“We have Bindi. We don’t have Mangalsutra. I can buy from a different shop,” Sahil said.
“I don’t want an expensive Mangalsutra. Just buy a gold plated one with black beads,” Sameera said, hoping he would buy something that looked good.
“Ok, ma’am,” Sahil said.
“What time are you coming?” Sameera asked.
“Around 12:30, ma’am,” Sahil said.
“Ok. See you. Bye,” Sameera said.
Sahil said, “See you. Bye, ma’am,” and ended the call.
Sameera looked at her reflection in the mirror. The saree hugged onto her hips and clearly outlined her figure. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her reflection. She liked the way the saree closely fitted on her buttocks, highlighting the shape of her plump buttocks. She smiled and wondered if Kishore Khanna would like her body. Feeling excited to meet him, she moved away from the mirror. She went to the living room. She took the TV remote and put the TV on. She switched to a channel that was playing Hindi songs. She left the TV on and went to the kitchen.
At 12pm, Sameera finished cooking. She cut veggies for salad and thought about the wonderful sex she had been having. She hoped she wouldn’t get pregnant at the wrong time, even though she had been taking birth control pills regularly. She wondered if she should use a copper IUD instead of taking birth control pills.
The doorbell rang, and Sameera rushed to the main door. She looked through the peephole and saw Sahil. She opened the door. She smiled and said, “Hi!”
Sahil smiled and said, “Hi ma’am!”
“Come in, Shahil,” Sameera said and gave him way.
Sahil entered the house. Sameera closed the door and asked, “Did you bring the Mangalsutra?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sahil said and gave her the plastic bag he was carrying.
Sameera took the bag and said, “Sit down.”
Sahil went to the sofa set and sat down on the three-seater sofa. Sameera sat next to him and opened the bag. She took out four packs of assorted Bindis, a box that had the Mangalsutra, and a small box of Sindoor. She said, “Oh. You brought Sindoor. Thank you.”
“Only married Hindu women use this, ma’am,” Sahil said.
“Sahil, I know what a Sindoor is. I have Hindu friends,” Sameera said and laughed.
“Sorry ma’am. I thought…” Sahil said and pursed his lips.
“That’s ok,” Sameera said. She opened the box. She took the Mangalsutra and said, “Wow! It is so beautiful.” She unhooked the chain and put it around her neck. She tried to put the hook but she couldn’t. So, she moved forward and turned, showing her back to him. She asked, “Can you put the hook?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sahil said. He pushed her soft, silky hair from behind her neck and held the chain. He put the hook and said, “Done, ma’am. You are now my wife.”
Sameera laughed for the joke and said, “I’ll be your wife whenever I wear this Mangalsutra.” She turned and looked at him with a smile on her face.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Sahil said and grinned.
“I am your wife now. Stop calling me ma’am and keep the Sindoor and Bindi for me,” Sameera said and smiled, teasing him.
“Ok,” Sahil said, wishing she was really his wife.
Sameera took a Bindi pack and a Sindoor box. She gave it to Sahil and smiled.
Sahil took a red sticker Bindi from the pack and kept it on her forehead. “You look very beautiful,” he said.
“Are you proud of your beautiful wife?” Sameera asked and laughed.
“Very proud, ma’am,” Sahil said. He opened the Sindoor box and took a pinch of Sindoor between his index and thumb fingers. He rubbed the Sindoor on her forehead in the middle parting of her hair. “Wow ma’am! Now you look like a beautiful housewife.”
“What do want to do with your beautiful housewife?” Sameera teased him and laughed.
Sahil moved closer to Sameera and kissed her lips. His hands moved up to her breasts and cupped them. He squeezed gently. His cock enlarged to its maximum size. His tongue slowly slid into her mouth and licked her tongue. Her tongue reciprocated his actions and they French kissed passionately. His hands moved all over her body, caressing and squeezing her smooth skin and soft flesh.
After a few minutes, Sahil broke the kiss and said, “I have to go back to the shop, ma’am. I took a short break.”
“That’s okay,” Sameera said, feeling disappointed.
“Ma’am, can I finish quickly and go?” Sahil asked.
Sameera laughed. She said, “Of course,” and asked, “How do you want to do?”
“From behind, ma’am,” Sahil said.
“Stop calling me, ma’am. Call me Meera. That’s my Hindu name from today,” Sameera said and smiled.
“Ok ma’am…Sorry…ok Meera,” Sahil said.
Sameera stood up and lifted her saree above her hips. She pulled her panties down to her ankles and removed it from her feet.
Sahil stood up and watched Sameera. His heart raced fast with excitement.
Sameera turned towards the sofa. She climbed the sofa and kneeled down, holding her saree and petticoat above her hips. She bent forward and kept her hands on the backrest of the sofa. “Ready?” She asked.
“Yes, Meera,” Sahil said and quickly pulled his pants and underwear down. He touched Sameera’s buttocks and squeezed the soft flesh. He bent down and pecked kisses on her buttocks.
Sameera laughed. Her vagina had become wet and ready to accept his hard cock.
Sahil pressed the tip of his cock on her vagina and found the slit. He pushed, and the thick bulbous cock-head slipped inside her vagina. He pushed his cock deep inside her wet, tight, vaginal canal, filling her up to the brim. With his cock fully plugged into her cock-sheath, he pressed his crotch on her soft buttocks and shuddered with pleasure.
Sameera felt him shudder and squeezed his cock inside her vagina.
Sahil put his hands under her saree and petticoat. He grabbed her slender waist and held her with a firm grip. He slowly pulled his cock out till only half his cockhead was inside her. Then he thrust it back inside and slammed his crotch on her large, plump buttocks.
Sameera moaned with pleasure and welcomed his cock back inside her love hole. She wondered if Kishore Khanna’s penis would give her more pleasure than Sahil’s penis. Thinking about getting penetrated by a handsome movie star excited her more. Sahil’s cock began to move in and out of her vagina rapidly, and his crotch banged on her buttock with every penetration. Her chubby body shook on impact as he banged on her buttocks and fucked her, desperate to ejaculate inside her vagina.
Sameera closed her eyes and enjoyed getting repeatedly penetrated. Pleasure soared throughout her body. Her clit tingled, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.
Sahil continued fucking Sameera, harder and faster like a wild man.
Sameera’s face and chest flushed. Her breathing became heavy. A thin layer of cold sweat covered her skin. She spasmed and moaned, losing control of herself. Sexual pleasure exploded within her body and she laughed with joy. Then, she closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the release of the sexual tension that had built up.
Sahil suddenly felt a rush of semen from his balls to his stiff cock. He pushed his cock deep inside her and stopped moving. He pressed his crotch on her buttocks and ejaculated inside her vagina. His cock jerked inside her vagina as it shot fresh cum.
After Sahil’s cock became limp, he pulled it out of Sameera’s vagina. He went to the bathroom and quickly washed. He came out and thanked Sameera. She told him he doesn’t have to thank her. They kissed passionately for a short time. Then Sahil said he had to go and left in a hurry.
Sameera went to the bathroom and washed. Then she wore her panties and adjusted her Saree. She went to the kitchen. She took a plate of food and went to the living. She watched TV and had lunch. She thought about Kishore Khanna and wondered if he liked vaginal or anal sex. It reminded her of her secret desire to have sex with handsome movie stars and she smiled.
After Sameera had lunch, she washed the dishes. Then she went back to the livingroom and watched TV. After a few minutes she went to her bedroom and lied down on the bed. She closed her eyes and imagined having romantic sex with Kishore Khanna. She felt a rush of joyful anticipation to have sex with him and her vagina became wet. She smiled and slowly fell asleep.