The Price of Admission

“Ten thousand rupees,” Piyush whispered. “If she satisfies him fully.”

“Ten thousand? For my sister?” I gasped in disbelief.

“That’s what he’s offering, man! Shabhawari is a prize!” Piyush said with a smirk.

I led Seth to the room where Shabhawari was waiting. She wore a salwar kameez and looked stunning. Seth couldn’t take his eyes off her. He fumbled with his shirt buttons, his desire palpable. All he wanted was my young, beautiful sister.

After fifteen minutes, Seth had stripped himself bare and lay on the bed, pulling Shabhawari onto him. He kissed her passionately, touching her everywhere. Then, he began to devour her breasts, sucking them deeply. Shabhawari gasped in pleasure as his tongue explored every inch of her body. It was a strange twist of fate – just days ago, she had been giving me pleasure, and now she was submitting to this stranger.

Seth was lost in his own world of desire, savoring Shabhawari’s milky white breasts. He stroked her soft belly, his hands moving slowly and sensually. The night wore on, filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter. Seth continued to suckle at her breasts for what seemed like an eternity, biting them occasionally, causing her to cry out in both pain and pleasure.