The night was dark and cold as I stepped out of the metro station. I am Sushma, a 36-year-old woman with an insatiable hunger for rough and wild sex. My husband was not into sex. He could never satisfy me and hardly had sex with me.
Good thing he was mostly away due to his merchant navy job, giving me enough time to satisfy myself with others. I was dressed in a revealing black saree that hugged my voluptuous curves. The sheer fabric of the saree left little to the imagination.
The low-cut blouse sleeveless halter neck blouse barely concealed my ample cleavage. I could feel the cool breeze caressing my skin. As I walked, my hips swayed sensuously with each step. It was late, and the streets were deserted. I was alone, heading home from a party that had gone late into the night.
As I turned a corner, I noticed a young man standing in the shadows, working on the metro construction site. He looked barely eighteen, with a slim, youthful body and a mop of unruly hair. Our eyes met, and I felt a sudden jolt of desire. The boy was cute, and I couldn’t help but stare.
I approached him, the click of my high heels echoing in the empty street. “Hey there,” I purred, my voice low and seductive. “Working late, aren’t you?”
The boy looked up, startled by my sudden appearance. “Oh, um, yes… I was finishing up,” he stammered, his eyes widening as he took in my barely dressed form.
I stepped closer, my saree swishing around my legs. “What’s your name, handsome?” I asked, trailing a finger down his chest.
“S-Sameer,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly.
I smiled, a wicked glint in my eye. “Well, Sameer, I’m Sushma. And I think you and I could have some fun tonight.”
Before he could protest, I pressed my lips against his in a searing kiss. Sameer gasped, but then his mouth opened, and he kissed me back. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as our tongues entwined. I could feel his hardening cock pressing against my stomach, and it made me ache with need.
Breaking the kiss, I sank to my knees, my saree pooling around me. Sameer’s hands tangled in my hair. I fumbled with his belt, yanking down his pants and boxers in one swift motion.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, eyeing that magnificent cock hungrily. “Mmm, you’re so big,” I breathed before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking him deep into my mouth.
Sameer groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Drool dribbled down my chin as I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to swallow every inch of that glorious cock.
“Fuck, Sushma, your mouth feels so good,” Sameer gasped, his hips rocking, fucking my face.
I moaned around him, the vibrations only adding to his pleasure. I could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum, and it made me crave more. I wanted to milk his cock, to drink down every drop of his seed.
With a final, hard suck, I pulled off, gasping for air. Sameer’s cock was throbbing, the veins standing out in stark relief against the taut skin. I licked my lips, savoring the lingering taste of him.
“Suck it back in, Sushma,” Sameer ordered, his voice rough with lust. “I want to fuck your throat until you choke on my cum.”
Obediently, I opened wide, letting him thrust back into the wet heat of my mouth. His hands gripped my hair, yanking my head forward as he fucked my face with brutal intensity. I gagged and choked around him, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t stop him.
I wanted this, wanted to be used like a cheap whore. Sameer grunted, his balls slapping against my chin with every thrust. “Yeah, take it all, you cock-hungry slut,” he snarled, slamming into my throat. “Swallow every drop of my cum.”
I felt his cock pulse, and then he was coming, spurting jets of hot seed straight down my gullet. I swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop. Sameer held my head in place, groaning as he emptied his balls into my mouth.
When he finally pulled out, I gasped for air, cum dripping down my chin. Sameer tucked himself back into his pants, his chest heaving. He looked at me, a wicked grin splitting his face.
“Bend over that wall, Sushma. I’m going to wreck your pussy,” he growled.
Eagerly, I scrambled to my feet and bent over the rough concrete. My saree flipped up over my waist. Sameer slapped my ass hard, making me yelp. “You’re wearing panties, you filthy whore,” he sneered, hooking his fingers into the delicate lace and ripping them away.
Cool air kissed my exposed pussy, making me shiver. Sameer wasted no time, grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me back onto his cock. He thrust into me with one brutal stroke, sheathing himself to the hilt in my sodden pussy.
“Fuck, Sushma, your pussy is so tight,” Sameer groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he started to fuck me hard and fast.
I cried out, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the wall as he pounded into me. Sameer slapped my ass again, the sting only heightening my pleasure. “Yes, Sameer, fuck me harder!” I begged, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts.
He obliged, his hips snapping against mine with brutal force. I could feel every inch of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. Sameer’s balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, making me moan wantonly.
“Slut,” Sameer grunted, pulling out of my pussy and shoving his cock into my mouth once more. I sucked him eagerly, tasting myself on his shaft. He fucked my face again, using my mouth like a cheap fuck toy.
When he finally pulled out, I was panting, my lipstick smeared around my mouth. “Come on,” Sameer growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a seedy-looking hotel on the corner. “Let’s take this somewhere more private.”
I followed him meekly, my legs still shaking from the intense fucking. Sameer paid for a room, and we tumbled inside, a tangle of eager limbs. He pushed me onto the stained mattress, ripping my saree and blouse away, baring my body to his hungry gaze.
Sameer stripped off his clothes, his magnificent cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls. He knelt between my legs, his fingers parting my slick folds. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured, tracing my entrance with the tip of his cock. “Mmm, it’s so fucking wet for me.”
I whined, trying to lift my hips to impale myself on his shaft. But Sameer held me down, teasing me with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated me. “Please, Sameer,” I whimpered, “Fuck me! Ruin my pussy!”
He laughed, the sound dark and sinful. “Oh, I’ll ruin more than that, Sushma. I’m going to wreck your whole body.”
And with that promise, he slammed into me, his cock spearing into my pussy with one brutal thrust. I screamed, my back arching off the bed as he started to fuck me with wild abandon. Sameer’s hips were pistoned. His cock dragged against my walls, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted, my hands clutching at his shoulders, nails raking down his back. “Harder, Sameer, fuck me harder!”
He obliged, his hips snapping against mine with punishing force. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. Sameer fucked me like a man possessed, grunting and snarling above me.
“Fuck, Sushma, your pussy is so tight,” he growled, his hand coming down to slap my clit. “Milk my cock, you filthy whore. Make me cum in your fuckhole.”
I keened, my pussy clenching around him, greedily sucking him in. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, ready to snap. With a final, brutal thrust, Sameer slammed into me, his cock grinding against my cervix.
I came with a scream, my vision whiting out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Sameer followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing as he spurted deep inside me, painting my walls with his seed.
We collapsed together, a sweaty tangle of limbs, our chests heaving. Sameer pulled out of me with a wet squelch, his cum dripping from my abused pussy. He flipped me over onto my stomach, yanking my hips up and exposing my ass.
I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole, and I tensed. But Sameer just laughed, smearing my juices around my entrance before shoving into me with one hard thrust.
I cried out, the pain and pleasure blurring together into one overwhelming sensation. Sameer fucked my ass with ruthless intensity, his cock dragging against my sensitive walls. I could feel him deep in my throat, could taste myself on his shaft.
Sameer’s hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he rutted into me like a beast. “Take it, slut,” he snarled, his voice rough with lust. “Take my cock in your ass like the filthy whore you are.”
I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets as he pounded into me. Sameer slapped my ass, the sting only heightening my pleasure. He reached around to smear my ruined makeup, smearing it into my skin like war paint.
He fucked me until I was mindless until all I could do was take what he gave me. Sameer used my holes like they belonged to him, fucking me until I was a limp, boneless mess beneath him.
When he finally pulled out of my ass, I collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for breath. Sameer stood over me, his chest heaving, his cock still hard and glistening with my juices. He smirked down at me, a wicked glint in his eye.
“See you around, Sushma,” he said before turning and striding out of the room. He left me used and abused on the stained sheets.
But even as he walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. I knew I’d do such things again, knowing that this was only the beginning of my twisted, depraved sexual adventure. And I couldn’t wait to see what other filthy, dirty things the future had in store for me.
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