The Chauffeur

The Chauffeur

Huda clambered into the backseat of the car, fraught with chagrin and distress. Fresh tears, barely suppressed, glistened on her lovely cheeks. Her olive skin burned red with humiliation. How mortifying to be dragged by her infuriated father after having been discovered with her boyfriend.

Her dad had come home early at a time when she thought the house would be unoccupied. He'd found them amid what he might have described as indecency! She could still hear his thunderous voice as it echoed throughout the house...

"Huda!" You whore! Have you no shame?"

He had then turned vehemently on her startled companion.

"And you," he shouted. "You chose to enter through the window instead of the front door. Off with you!" and sent him off, scurrying with his tail between his legs.

And then, without another word, he'd grabbed her arm and threw her on the sofa, whipping her feet with his belt, with intermittent gasping expostulation between gritted teeth, "Ya sharmouta! Ya bint-alharam! You brought shame upon this house!"

After which, he'd kicked her out, ordering her to go to her mother's house.

As the vehicle sped away from their residence, Huda mentally wept. The things that had happened were beyond cruel. She noticed Bader's dark eyes observing her quietly through the rearview mirror. Her Bengali chauffeur had started driving without receiving any prompts or destination from her.

His presence somehow comforted her battered spirit. She felt safe knowing that, once again, Bader kept silent and uninquisitive, knowing where to take her without prompts. Bader seemed so solidly calm. His handsome face revealed nothing but stoic calm. He continued stealing prolonged glances at her, which she was secretly aware of.

Their gazes met briefly while she raised her hand to rub a tear threatening to cascade over the curve of her cheek, smearing her mascara. As soon as she looked away, his cold eyes returned to the road. How beautiful she is, even when ravished by sorrow, he thought. He considered himself not bad-looking. Only 24 years old, with finely chiseled features of brown complexion, piercing dark brown eyes, and well-combed thick dark hair.

In Bengal, he used to own a repair shop that repaired anything related to cars. Bader was known in his circle of friends as "Bada." However, an accidental fire and accumulating debts forced him to move to Saudi Arabia, where Huda's father employed him.

He had started working for her family a year now and was getting more acquainted with them and how they functioned daily. His employer's daughter, he found, was an attractive twenty-year-old girl. He first espied her graceful form under her loose abaya cloak and the headscarf, which only highlighted her lovely face. Like many Saudi girls, Bader soon learned that Huda was spoilt by her parents and raised in the lap of luxury and puritanical upbringing.

For many sweet moments, he imagined being alone with her. Bader's thoughts came rudely to a halt when Huda sobbed loudly, urging him to pull the car over immediately. He did as she asked and watched her sob uncontrollably.

He had many women in his conquests back home, he thought. He had yet to score with an Arabic beauty beyond his working class. If he was honest, he wanted one very badly. It can't hurt to try. Or would Huda prove too innocent for such transgressions?

Trying not to show his nervousness at the confrontation ahead, he stepped delicately out of his vehicle and sidled next to Huda in the backseat as she watched him with apprehensive suspicion. He handed her a tissue box and bent towards her. Wordlessly, he brushed Huda's mussed hair back gently, whispering soothing words in Bengal, promising her safety and sound judgment. He tenderly wiped the slimy wetness of tears from her splayed cheeks. In the turmoil of her grief, Huda was bewildered at his bold attitude. He could see it in her eyes. But he forged ahead regardless, hoping he wasn't crossing a line he couldn't bring himself to retract. He gently brought his head closer, lips softly grazed hers just then, sending sparks shooting in every direction within her tortured soul. Huda held her breath, as she received his lips that glued boldly to hers.

They kissed silently like this for several minutes, sharing a similar heartbeat. So far, so good, Bader thought, already exhilarated at the glimmering promise of conquest. The danger of discovery by highway patrolmen was ever imminent. He pulled back and observed Huda as she sank back breathless against the upholstery, her face tense, expectant, and startled. He straightened, already a plan forming in his mind. Better than waiting for a better opportunity; why should he wait until tomorrow or next week to enjoy what can be claimed now in abundance, he reasoned.

The unforgiving desert sun was beating relentlessly upon the hood of his master's Volkswagen. Bader moved in to kiss Huda once more. This time, his tongue made its way inside her mouth. Although she protested slightly, making squishy lip sounds deep in her throat, like a timid kitten caught in a trap, Huda wasn't stopping him either. This gave him the confidence to reach further beneath her abaya coat. He drew a gasp from her when he cupped her breasts through the delicate white cotton blouse beneath. Her initial terror faded quickly, and she instinctively pressed closer against him. A little louder now, Huda groaned against his petting lips. Instinctually, his fingers began massaging the twin orbs lightly.

She mustered enough self-control to gasp "Enough!" in protest. He withdrew his resolve in no way lessened. He knew that she was already his. He returned to the driver's seat and started driving again, watching his now quiet mistress in the backseat.

Huda sat back in the pitted back seat, glaring warily at him, trying valiantly to concentrate on the passing traffic. What had gotten into her, she wondered. Why has she allowed this ignoramus peasant to take advantage of her? Since when was she allowing herself to be touched, indeed kissed by men?

Wasn't her religion or her upbringing supposed to provide her with guidance? She would never betray her faith or her parents, who had been so kind and generous to her- for weren't they her true guardians? -allowing her to attend school with boys, giving her a lot of leeway, and trusting her with the house key.

Weren't they her main supporters? Yet here she was- lured and almost seduced by her chauffeur! Would her mom, whom she loved most dearly, agree with what had happened if she knew it? She was kicked out just moments ago for a mere fling with a boy in her class whom she found attractive. And now this!

No matter how wonderful it felt. No, a million thousand, no!

Meanwhile, her chauffeur was forming a plan. Now, where to go, hmm? Bader hesitated. It needed to be somewhere private... Very private. It's like a secluded beach, perhaps. Or a beach house! He knew a friend who served as a caretaker for a beach house belonging to Huda's best friend. It was seldom occupied. He knew they were away for the summer. He would ask if he minded him using the premises on this occasion. He dialed his number. A gruff voice of an older man answered. He explained briefly in Urdu why he was calling, suggesting that this might be the perfect solution for privacy purposes. Without hesitation, the friend told him to go ahead. Bader smiled widely and ended the call.

He drove a while more before getting off the highway. Having reached an area teeming with various compounds of assorted beach houses, he steered the car toward the one his friend cared for.

Parking discreetly nearby, he exited the car and walked briskly to the door. Knocking twice, he waited impatiently for his friend to answer. Huda heard and saw everything unfold. His Pakistani friend emerged. She heard their voices speaking in Urdu, a language foreign to her ears. Huda began crying soundlessly again. She was astonished at herself. She recognized her best friend's house and their corpulent caretaker Rasheed. He and Bader must have struck a friendship during her frequent visitations as he waited for her after driving her. Bader pointed to Huda during their exchange. Sitting motionless in the dark confines of her father's vehicle, she didn't notice the dimming daylight outside, nor did she care. She guessed their intentions. Of course, he was going to make love to her. This is what men do, right? Aren't all men sex-crazed beasts? Her dad has often assured her, but she never seriously took heed.

Now she is about to get fucked.

Fuck me, she kept telling herself, I'm ready to fuck you. Oh my god! Her mind screamed. Please shut up! I can't hear myself think straight! Wasn't her mother expecting her? She fumbled for her phone and discovered it was not on her person. She must have forgotten it in the rush of her leaving her father's house.

After a few moments more of earnest conversation, the two men parted company. Rasheed left the front entrance semi-open as Bader returned to the vehicle and opened her door. Taking her hand in his, he led her silently up to the great villa, entering carefully through the outer lobby. As if transfixed, she let him lead her without any sign of resistance. Huda tried to sort out her jumbled emotions. Once again in her life, she was perplexed, unsure if she was doing the right thing. Was she doing this because she wanted to? Or to get back at her wrathful father? Or was it to spite her mother? Did she do this to fulfill a desire she had always harbored unconsciously? To satisfy her curiosity of what it was like to make love. Was it strictly carnal lust or something else? Was it perverted revenge- some strange symbolic reconciliation with her father? Maybe all these things? Or none was possible, too.

They crossed the living room and entered the bedroom suite. This is my bestie's parent's bedroom, she thought. How will I be able to look them in the eye again? My God! I don't even know where we are! Am I really thinking clearly? Bader sensed her nervousness but did not attempt to reassure her. Instead, he removed her abaya cloak first, followed shortly after by removing the headscarf that was already draping her shoulders, uncovering her blouse and tight jeans underneath. Finally, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her tenderly.

Huda struggled to keep her composure. She hesitantly rested her hands on his chest as she relaxed gradually into the warmth of his gentle embrace.

This was it then--the point of no return. Yet, despite everything, she still didn't know what to say or expect to speak. With a slight smile, Bader turned around and closed the suite doors behind them. Leaving Huda momentarily to suddenly feel vulnerable before swiftly returning to her. He proceeded to unbutton her blouse, dropping it to the floor. Likewise, he removed his own shirt, discarding it along with hers. Wanting to regain some semblance of control, Huda looked him in the eye, only to find him gazing back with an inscrutable expression. By now, they were halfway indecent, standing face to face. Huda's heart raced as she appraised her bare-chested brown servant. She is only in her bra and jeans. What would her father think of her now?

He then unclasped her bra and spread open the cups. She attempted to cross her arms over her bosoms to cover herself. But he placed his hands around her wrists, pushing them aside, exposing her small round aureoles and puckering nipples. Still captivated by his stare, Huda continued looking down shyly until he leaned forward and gave her another tender kiss on the mouth. Surprisingly, she became aroused. Their passion increased tenfold.

Huda sighed as his lips meshed with hers softly. Instinctively, their tongues locked together again. With a sudden hard thrust, Bader pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth, relishing the feel of her tongue wallowing in the undulations of his.

Feeling overcome, she moaned slightly. Grinning broadly, Bader pressed further against her. Gently raising her arms above her head, he clasped her wrists tightly, holding her tenderly. Releasing one arm momentarily, he slowly unzipped her tight blue jeans, pulling them down off her slender body to reveal her cotton panties beneath. He nuzzled his nose near her crotch, inhaling deeply. "Hmm..." Bader murmured. Huda blushed from deep within her cheeks, shuffling her feet embarrassedly while trying to retain her dignity. Thinking nothing could be worse than being exposed like this, she never dreamt the bawdy scene unfolding between them now. But in truth, it excited her beyond imagining. Bader ran his tongue along the elastic waistband of her pink panties. Ignoring her attempts to deflect him with her feet, he stroked one index finger across the damp fabric covering her engorged clitoris. She whimpers as goose bumps rose under his touch. The cloth did little to conceal her arousal. Pressing against her nether region, he began mouthing her panty-clad pussy lips with soft kisses. Stunned with disbelief, Huda tried desperately to push him away, but to no avail. Then suddenly, she felt his warm breath upon her labia. Startled, she stiffened completely and drew a sharp intake of air. Trailing the tip of her bottom lip with a smooth index finger, Bader lightly tugged. His hazel orbs twinkled as he stared at her face, enraptured by the sight of her lower eyelids. Huda's gaze drifted downward towards her private parts- where this strange young man, her humble Muslim servant, stood bent over. His mouth ravenously lapped at her pussy through a layer of flimsy wet panties. Unable to prevent her immediate reaction, she weakly surrendered to pleasure. Closing her eyes completely, she released all thoughts that moment and continued letting her instincts guide her, never once opening her eyes. In the end, when her bliss overwhelmed her, she cried out. Huda whimpered and released a brief high-pitched squeal as he sucked her clit roughly through the thin cotton underwear. Her knees buckled abruptly as waves of euphoria coursed through her legs. Weak-kneed as she was, she remained standing by virtue of the support of Bader's muscular, wiry frame. With a slight tug on the waistband of her soggy panties, he removed them from her trembling thighs, leaving her completely naked.

He then started to unbutton his pants. Huda watched curiously as his semi-flaccid cock emerged, Surrounded by the dark forest of his pubic hairs. His firm, thin legs, the curls on his brown chest. His thickening, erect member wobbled frantically. A moment later, it was fully erect and standing upright like an inflated bicycle tire tube. Exposed for her admiration. She could not help but gasp in wonderment, bringing her hand to cover her mouth- at how skillfully the working-class man molded himself into such an erotic specimen. As though enthralled by a powerful spell, all inhibition leaving her for the moment, she grasped Bader's rigid erection firmly with her palm. Mustering up courage and looking up at him, she tightened her grip around the shaft with deliberate intent.

"Ya Allah, how big you are!" She exclaimed and surprised herself when she murmured. "How can I ever take all that?" The obvious size of his cock defied common sense. Noticing her widening eyes, he pressed closer against her.

Quickly capturing her hand, he slid the flattened palm of his fingers back and forth over the slick glans. Huda yelped as a sensation flooded her hand. Resisting instinctively, she extracted her fist from his penis. Her mind racing furiously, she summoned all the self-control she could muster to restrain herself. Alas, the futile effort proved useless against the primal urges throbbing violently throughout her body. Soon enough, she backed away, tripping backward onto the bed.

She was lying flat on her back, helpless. Gasping profusely, Huda protested vigorously while watching him approach. Squatting above her at the foot of the bed, Bader spread her legs wide apart. He observed briefly Huda's parted silky thighs leading up to her pert bum. Eagerly anticipating the pleasurable moments ahead, he quickly lowered himself and buried his face in her quim, licking and sucking. Simultaneously, he gently pried open her thighs wider with two palms pressing against her warm flesh. The muscle in his neck bulged conspicuously as he worked his tongue vigorously on her wet cunt. Thrusting it inward, causing vibrations to travel upward through her body. Forcing her shut, spreading her labial lips. Smacking his lips continuously, he slurped the juices freely flowing between her thighs. His mouth pounding on the clit relentlessly.

Unbeknownst to them, Rasheed had arrived unnoticed. Glancing over with a lecherous grin, his chubby cock nearly bursting through his cotton pantaloons. Struck by a simultaneous flash of revelation, Huda noticed Rasheed in the room. Panicking, Huda closed her legs as best she could, attempting to shield her love canal. To no avail, Bader pulled her leg even farther, forcing her heels higher above her head. Removing her short fingernails from the bedsheets, Huda frantically clawed at the forearm propped atop her inner thigh. Desperately trying to pry Bader's hand away from her most precious possession. Removing her short fingernails from the bedsheets, Huda frantically clawed at the forearm propped atop her inner thigh. Crying out in desperation, she started calling for help in Arabic. In her panic, she had forgotten the scandalous situation she was in. Entreaties poured from her burning lips in torrents of panic-stricken pleadings. Of course, her pleas went unanswered; unable or unwilling to hear it, Bader ignored her cries and continued. Simultaneously, Rasheed stepped closer and started fondling her bare calves, kneading them forcefully, passing his rough hands over her bare skin. Inspecting thoroughly every square inch available.

While Bader mercilessly ravished Huda's delicate twat with relentless strokes of his tongue, Rasheed stroked her ankles with the same fervor. Pleasure soon resumed its hold of Huda, overpowering the fear that consumed her.

Her voice broke, crackling with uncontrollable emotion, and she cried out loudly: "Oh God! Oh Allah! Don't stop!" She pleaded. Rasheed could only laugh at her predicament as he exchanged glances with Bader. Bader turned away from her sex, bringing his smeared lips close to Huda's ear.

Whispering so lowly that only she could possibly have heard him.

"You will suck my cock. Then, I'll fuck you if you want." The command brought blushes of embarrassment creeping up her dark cheeks.

Astounded by the offer, she blinked rapidly. Wide-eyed with astonishment, she considered his words carefully. Savoring the prospect of the unimaginable pleasure to come. She nodded slightly before biting down hard on her lower lip without uttering a single word. Subtly answering positively while looking at Bader's grinning face intently.

Bader moved forward and positioned himself next to Huda. Despite her fears, she obeyed Bader's request and opened her mouth. He pushed his hard-on to within millimeters of her glistening lips.

Huda moved her head forward blindly, gripping the penile shaft with her teeth. Pulling down gently with her lips, she sucked the engorged meat into her throat. A soft moan escaped her throat. Meanwhile, Bader thrust his prick deep inside Huda. Rasheed remained seated on the mattress, half-bent across her naked body. Gripping her right breast tightly, squeezing firmly. Then he pulled at the nipple. Teasing her sensitive nub with his deft hands. Exchanging lengthy stares with each other, finding hers unwavering, Bader resumed feeding his hard rod steadily into Huda's warm embrace.

After several minutes, without warning, Bader withdrew his cock entirely.

He shifted to place himself over her, planting one knee to ply apart her legs with his muscular thighs. Straightening, he raised his stiff phallus vertically, suspended in midair directly over Huda's vagina. The precum oozing from his capillary became absorbed by her coral-red labia immediately. Slowly, he rubbed her slit with his hardened tool tip-to-tip. He knew full well that she was a virgin. Taking stock of the vulnerable girl beneath him, he wondered whether she could take the pain.