Sidz and I sat quietly in the hotel lobby, both of us anticipating a night unlike any other, as we waited for the hotel limousine that would be taking us back to the client’s palatial home for a night unlike any other. She had already set the stage with her trademark mix of charm and provocation: her playful game of “catch and release” leaving him hopelessly entangled in her spell. By the time we left, he had been little more than putty in her hands. Yet, just when the moment seemed certain to culminate in her first threesome, she had pressed pause, pleading a sudden shyness and claiming the evening’s drinks had left her light-headed. The truth was far more deliberate: she wanted a brief tactical retreat, time to dash back to the hotel to shave her pussy so she was fresh for what was to come, and—most of all—to heighten the tension. When she returned, she knew the client would be in a fever of anticipation, caught between desire and suspense. This might have been her first step into such an adventure, but when it came to the art of seducing and teasing a man’s cock, Sidz was peerless.

A different chauffeur than the one who had previously taken us arrived and led us to the waiting car. Unlike our last driver, this one was a tall, handsome young man: a fact not lost on Sidz who all but licked her lips at the sight of him. As the car pulled away, she leaned into my ear and whispered in Urdu, loud enough for him to hear “I wonder how big his cock is?” While I wondered if she was talking about the client or our chauffeur, she simply sat and enjoyed his reaction to her lewd words, as he adjusted the rear view mirror to get a glimpse of the sexual temptress in his back seat. Then, in English, she told me she had felt the client’s huge erection against her midriff when she had kissed him goodbye earlier and was very excited about “releasing the beast” that would be the instrument of her own ravishment.

She moaned suggestively, and again the driver looked in the mirror, by now extremely aware of the sexually charged atmosphere in the car. Sidz saw him looking and without a moment’s hesitation she took my hand and placed it on her breast, which was unencumbered by a bra for this occasion, moaning again as I pinched her nipples until they were hard under her revealing black cocktail dress. She saw the driver move the mirror down a little, and aware that she was now in full view, she pulled her dress down to release her perky breasts and pulled my face onto her dark nipples. She moaned in ecstasy, maintaining eye contact with the driver as I groped, sucked and bit on them. She stared directly into his eyes, smiling seductively at him. Then, just as quickly as it had started, she pulled away, readjusted herself and acted as if nothing had happened. She had had her fun; this brief, sluttish public act of sexuality adding to the night’s erotic possibilities.

Our hotel was very close to the client’s home and we arrived in less than five minutes. The driver got out and opened Sidz’ door, taking her hand as she leaned forward to exit the vehicle. She made sure to give him a good view of her cleavage and smiled at him as he caught a glimpse of her bruised and bitten tits (bruised from her previous night's cum-drinking adventure, see previous instalment.); the purple marks a proud badge of dishonour that evoked all manner of erotic images in all who saw them, and which, in Pakistan, marked her out as a complete slut.

He coughed nervously, released her hand and drove away to park while he waited to take us back to the hotel later. I had a reasonable idea of how he would spend his time while he waited and remember wondering if Sidz had anything else planned with him. It wouldn’t have surprised me, knowing how much she enjoyed variety, and her penchant for orchestrating sexual situations seemingly out of nothing.

As before, two white-uniformed servants ushered us into the grand hallway where the client stood to receive us. He dismissed the servants as he gave Sidz a fairly chaste kiss on her lips and walked us to the drawing room in which he had previously fallen prey to Sidz’ sexual charms. Instead of the whiskey decanter we had drunk from earlier, there was now a silver bucket with champagne on ice, which he opened with practised ease before pouring three glasses. This time when he handed Sidz her glass, she didn’t take it immediately. Instead, she let her fingers brush deliberately over his, lingering a moment longer than necessary.

This was Sidz’ first time drinking champagne, but I can vouch that the very first sip was enough to make her a lifelong fan. The client was delighted that he had introduced her to a new experience and Sidz hugged him, gratefully – grinding herself on his crotch, I noticed – then took her glass and sat on the dark leather sofa, beckoning the client to come and sit next to her. She then asked me to come and sit too, so that she was now snuggled comfortably between the two of us. The client raised a toast to her beauty and we clinked glasses.

The conversation again began flowing as she held her champagne flute by the stem looking directly at him as she spoke about how I had persuaded her to come back, glad that she did, she said, because the conversation had been so interesting. That was the opening he needed to ask which part she had found most interesting. She told him how much she enjoyed the conversation about new experiences and how a woman should always be ready to take on a ‘big’ challenge under the right circumstances.

He asked if she enjoyed taking on new challenges, to which she replied, “the bigger, the better”, obviously alluding to his comment earlier in the evening about the size of his cock – a reference that wasn’t lost on any of us. If anticipation were a fire, she had just doused it in fuel.

He chuckled nervously, coughed, but had no quick-witted retort that could match her sexually charged repartee. She leaned closer, whispered something in his ear, too soft for me to hear. Whatever it was, it made him laugh, though there was a nervous edge to it. When she pulled back, she placed her hand casually on his upper thigh, as though it had always belonged there.

She leaned back in her chair, and raised her glass for a refill. The client stood and it was obvious that whatever she had said in his ear had given him yet another erection. I caught a quick glimpse of his crotch and saw a massive bulge, before he quickly turned away to hide his arousal. Sidz turned to me, her eyes wide and with a huge satisfied grin on her face: she had seen it too.

She stood up and followed to where the client was pouring her drink, standing close behind him and again whispered something in his ear. He nodded, and immediately handed her the glass and opened a drawer, taking out a remote control to turn up the volume on the unseen music system that had been playing jazz music in the background all evening.

And then Sidz began to sway. At first, it was subtle—a gentle rhythm in her hips, a slow roll of her shoulders, her legs moving sensuously, visible through the long slit at the front of her dress. I knew how much she loved dancing and I sat, utterly captivated, by the way she moved to her own hypnotic rhythm. The client stood rooted for a moment, visibly torn between restraint and surrender, until she extended a manicured hand, her red tipped fingernails inviting his hand to take hers. “Dance with me,” she said simply. He didn’t hesitate. Their closeness blurred the line between dance and erotic embrace, every turn drawing them tighter, as she swayed against him, eyes closed, lips parted, breathing seductively in his ear as he held her close.

Then, with a glance over her shoulder, she beckoned me over to join them. I stepped forward, and suddenly the three of us were moving together, her lithe body pressed lightly between ours. The laughter had melted away, replaced by something quieter, more deliberate. The sway of her hips, the brush of her dress, the warmth of her presence: this was no longer just dancing. It was an unspoken pact, a shared surrender to whatever came next.

I could hear the client’s ragged breathing as he buried his face in her neck. She arched her back and I felt her arse cheeks grind against my own growing erection. I placed my hands on her hips as the client placed his on her waist, the feel of our hands om her slim body setting something off in her that could no longer be contained. She leaned forward, and I heard her ask the client whether there was a more comfortable room in the house where they could dance without fear of being interrupted by his staff.

The words hung in the air. Her eyes glittered, and she smiled at him in a way that made her meaning perfectly clear.

He hesitated. Just for a heartbeat. Then he held out his hand. “Perhaps a tour, then,” he said. His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed him. 

We followed him through wide corridors lined with expensive artwork, past numerous closed doors, until finally we reached the top of the sweeping staircase. He opened a pair of carved wooden doors, revealing a master suite so vast it could have housed a small flat in England. A large bed dominated the room. Sidz stepped inside first, her posture immaculate, movements fluid, each step measured. She moved slowly, almost as if savouring the transition from the drawing room into a space where the rules had shifted.

The door closed behind us, and suddenly the suite felt both enormous and intimate. She sank gracefully on to the bed, letting her gaze sweep over us, stretching one leg across the sheets, letting her fingers trace the silk in slow, deliberate movements. She shifted just enough to draw attention to the curve of her form. Her eyes met the client’s briefly, then mine, and in that small exchange, a silent communication passed between us: she was inviting, daring, teasing, and subtly requesting guidance—all at once. Outwardly, she radiated confidence. But beneath the surface, there was a palpable vulnerability, subtle and almost invisible, hinting at her first foray into something she hadn’t experienced before. There was a small tremor in the rise and fall of her chest: her calm exterior masked anticipation, a willingness to let someone else gently guide the unfolding of the night.

Then she made the faintest gesture, a tilt of her hand, a shift in posture, almost imperceptible—but unmistakable in its intent. It was an invitation, the first real acknowledgment that she was ready to move the evening forward, to cross into the next stage of intimacy. Yet even in that invitation, her vulnerability peeked through: she was subtly ceding control, allowing us to take the lead, letting herself be guided in a way I had never seen her do before.

Suddenly, in that very moment, the realisation dawned that this ‘innocent’ act marked an almost tectonic shift in our relationship. In a blinding moment of clarity, I realised that as slutty as she was and as unashamed as she was in her sexuality, she was actually totally inexperienced in all but typical vanilla sex and had always been the one to lead in all of her previous sexual encounters. Even in our short time together, I, too, had followed her willingly from one sexual escapade to the next – something I had never done with any woman in the past. But I should have known that she was, after all, just a simple, young Pakistani woman who had once told me that she had previously only ever fucked ‘boys’. On more than one occasion over the past few days, she had told me that she could now appreciate, at last, how it felt to be fucked by a real man. What I had thought of as mere ego-stroking, now came into better focus: in her subtle way she had been guiding me to understand that she wanted to be initiated into a more adult sexuality. She needed, I now understood, to be led, to be dominated and allowed to cede control to her man. Only then would she be able to let go and become the submissive slut she had always been underneath.

This moment changed the whole dynamic of our relationship.

For now, though, realising that Sidz needed one of us to take charge, and also seeing that the client, too, was out of his depth and needed as much guiding as she did, the happy duty fell to me.

I moved towards her first and raised her off the bed, unhooking the shoulder straps that held up her dress, and letting it fall to the ground around her. She stepped out of it, now clad in only her high heeled shoes, a perfect mix of both vulnerability at being exposed like this, and a complete confidence in her own nakedness. I heard the client’s intake of breath as Sidz stood naked before him at last. She lifted her arm to cover her small, pert breasts and placed her other hand on her pussy, a calculated move to show even more vulnerability – a vision of a nervous Pakistani virgin bride about to be taken for the first time. She instinctively knew what Pakistani men craved. I ordered her to remove her hands and show our host her slutty body. She teasingly did as she was told, fully revealing herself to the client and me, now proudly displaying her erect brown nipples and her shaven quim. I then instructed her to splay her cunt lips so he could see what a dirty little brown whore she could be. The client watched in awe, but made no move towards her, as she looked directly into his eyes and wantonly parted her lips. I turned her around so he could see her round, firm arse and bent her over to expose her cunt lips, peeking out from under her buttocks. I revelled in displaying my slut – naked and vulnerable – for another man to see.

With a loud thwack, I spanked her arse, watching the red handprint that was forming on her cheek, captivated by the knowledge that this Muslim slut was mine to control, even forgetting for a second that the client was staring expectantly at her exposed cunt.

I told her to stand up straight and thank our host for his hospitality. She moved slowly towards him, hips swaying seductively, and kissed his lips. I told her to thank him like a good whore and she dutifully sank to her knees in front of him and undid his trousers. He pulled off his shirt as she let his trousers fall to the ground. And there in front of her was a very thick and very hard 10 inch cock that she looked at admiringly, her eyes filled with lust and her lips slightly parted as she stared up at him. I commanded her to begin and she started to lick it, working her way slowly up his shaft where she used her tongue to lick the precum already oozing from the slit at the end of that massive cock. She then opened her mouth fully and wrapped her lips around his huge engorged member.

I knelt behind her and began to open her cunt, fingering and licking her already wet hole, darting my tongue into her puckered, brown, virgin arsehole and I felt her body shiver with delight. After a few minutes of sucking, the client started to groan with pleasure and instinctively put a hand on the back of her head, thrusting his cock harder and faster in and out of her mouth as she tried to take in as much as she could. She was gagging , her own saliva dribbling down her chin. Her eyes began to water as she took in more and more of the huge cock before her, her mascara starting to smudge around her eyes.

When he pulled out, I stood her up again and told her to lie on the bed as I too undressed. I told her to kneel on the bed and suck both of our cocks. She alternated between us, looking up at us as she tried to take both of us in her mouth together, the mascara'd tears now flowing freely onto her cheeks as her eyes watered from gagging on us both. The client slapped her face with his cock and I grabbed her throat as I continued to relentlessly fuck her face. Then he moved behind her and pushed her forward so she was now on all-fours. He started to lick her cunt and her arsehole from behind, making her squirm with pleasure as she continued sucking me.

I told her to open her cheeks and, with my cock still in her mouth, she reached back to invite the client to take her from behind. I moved next to him as I wanted to watch the moment his huge dick entered her. There was no subtlety or finesse in his actions. One minute his cock was poised to enter her brown cunt and in the next he thrust his whole length deep inside her. “Oh Fuuuccckkkk,” she screamed, and for a moment I thought she was hurt and would want to stop, but then she reached back and pulled her arse cheeks even further apart and started to moan with pleasure. “Oh, God, don’t stop, I want this cock to split me in two. Please, please fuck me harder,” she begged him.

She implored me with her eyes to fuck her face and I went forward again and starting thrusting my hard cock into her mouth. She looked lovingly up at me as she sucked me, her mouth pushing forward on to my shaft with every thrust from behind.

The client continued to fuck her, before suddenly pulling out and joining me at her mouth where he forced her to suck her own juices off his shaft. It was my turn now to take her cunt and I lay her down on her back, slapped my cock against her wet pussy and roughly pushed it inside her. Unsurprisingly after being opened up by the client’s monster, her cunt felt looser, and somehow this was even more of a turn on than if it had actually been a tight virgin pussy. The client leaned over her, biting her tits and sucking her dark brown nipples making Sidz lose all control. Suddenly I could feel her cunt tensing around my shaft as she screamed her first orgasm of the night. Even as she came, she grabbed the client’s erect cock and started sucking it hungrily as I continued to fuck her.

It was now time to turn her into a proper slut and I told her to beg us to put both of our cocks in her cunt. She did as ordered, knowing instinctively what to do and turned to her side making sure my cock didn’t leave her pussy for a second. It was an almost perfect, albeit more horizontal, recreation of our dance together downstairs: her sandwiched between us, this time with me in front and the client behind her. She expertly arched her back allowing room for the client to push his hard cock into her already filled cunt from behind. She screamed in ecstasy again as his cock forced itself into her gaping hole.

We fucked her like that for several minutes, me kissing her wet, open mouth, and the client groping her breasts and biting her neck from behind, until she looked me in the eyes and whispered to me that she wanted her arse to be taken by the client’s monster cock. I almost came hearing these words but pulled out and, not wanting to miss the sight of a huge cock taking her anal virginity I went back to where he was still pounding her, deep and hard, from behind. I told him what she had said and the client needed no further persuasion. He pulled out of her cunt, her juices glistening all down his shaft as I pulled her arse cheeks apart for him. He hooked her leg under his hand and rubbed his cock against that beautiful, dark puckered hole, before slowly, using her own juices as lube, pushing more than half his length inside her. I saw Sidz flinch, arch her back, and turn to bury her face in the white silk sheets that muffled her groans. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so we could hear her. I watched mesmerised as, inch by inch, the client buried most of his huge cock in her. Soon, the groans of discomfort transformed into ecstatic moaning. Her enjoyment was both visible and audible; she begged him to keep fucking her no-longer-virgin arse and was now eagerly moving her body back and forth onto him. He fucked her like that for a very long time as I watched hypnotised, his fingers digging into her hips as he buried himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. He would occassionally pull out to re-lube his cock with her cunt juices, before returning to service her gaping and now demanding arse. The sight of that virgin Muslim arse being fucked for the first time was too much and I knew I needed to fuck her again.

I went back to lie in front of her and lifted her slightly as I made space to fuck her pussy while her arse was being destroyed by our host’s monstrous cock. We fucked her in unison like that for a long while, making Sidz come twice before the client eventually said that he, too, was going to cum. Without asking Sidz – she was, after all, my slut and I was calling the shots tonight – I told him to cum in her arse. Sidz told me she “needed” to drink my cum, so I pulled out of her cunt and kneeled before her, wanking as she licked my balls. The client began to grunt and suddenly he and I both came almost together, my hot cum landing on her tongue and lips, allowing her to easily swallow it all. The client fell back and after only a few seconds, I saw his white, sticky spunk, dripping out of her arsehole. She lay curled up in the foetal position, with the client spooning her from behind, reaching over to gently tweak her still erect brown nipples. Slowly he lifted himself up and I watched as he buried his face between her arse cheeks and started slurping his own spunk out of her, groaning with pleasure as he did so. He then pulled her face towards him and kissed her open mouth transferring his own cum onto her tongue, some dribbling on her tits and leaving a glistening reminder of what a whore my seemingly decent, seemingly demure, Muslim office manager had been.

Sidz, of course, looked like the cat who had got the cream. She stretched languidly, her smile wicked and satisfied, her eyes dancing between the two of us as though she were replaying every detail in her mind. She didn’t say much, but she didn’t need to. That sly smirk told me everything—that she had enjoyed not just the act itself, but the conquest. To take a man of power and wealth and make him hers, even if only for a night, was exactly the kind of triumph she relished.

As for me? I lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and thought about how surreal it all was. A business trip, a meeting with a client, and here we were—entangled, breathless, boundaries shattered. What mattered was that Sidz had once again orchestrated a scene that nobody could have resisted, and this was only the beginning.

Eventually, we all got dressed and walked back downstairs, the client and I following Sidz, both of us watching admiringly as she effortlessly transformed from the cock loving, newly-initiated anal whore she had been just moments earlier, back into the very embodiment of a sophisticated and elegant, demure Pakistani lady who could sip champagne with royalty and not seem out of place.

As he led us to the door, the client said he would certainly be visiting Lahore more often and that he looked forward to ‘working’ with us on the new campaign. Sidz was right again, her slutty actions had won me the contract! She kissed him provocatively as a final thank you for being a very big part of her first threesome, and for taking her anal virginity.

The handsome driver, who she had so wantonly teased by baring her brown tits for me to suck in full view of him on the journey here, stood patiently to open the passenger door for us. I was still enjoying the shift in our relationship and couldn’t wait to test her further: to solidify, if I could, her newly discovered role as my sub slut. Seeing the driver trying not to stare at Sidz too openly, I had a sudden idea. As she stepped forward to get into the back seat of the limousine, I stopped her and told her she wouldn’t be sharing the back seat with me. She understood, smiled sweetly at me, and got into the front passenger seat as the driver, visibly confused, returned to his seat behind the wheel. She turned to me and said, “Please Boss, may I suck his cock?” I simply nodded. With that she got into position, opened his zip, and pulled back her hair to ensure I had a good view of what was to “cum.”

“I think you’d better take the scenic route back, if you want a bigger tip”, I instructed the hapless driver in Urdu, as she leaned forward to take his already engorged cock in her luscious red mouth, her just-fucked arse rising and falling in rhythm with her bobbing head.