The handle turned under my hand before I even put the key in properly and Anitha was already standing inside my room with that half smile. She had the spare keycard in her fingers and the door shut behind me with a solid click. You look tired from the bus, she said, voice low and thick with that coastal accent, but I am not here to talk about your trip.
I dropped my bag near the wall. She was still in the lodge uniform blouse but the top two buttons were open and the black bra showed clear. Outside the rain slapped the Mangalore road hard and the ceiling fan wobbled like it wanted to fall. She stepped close, grabbed my belt, and yanked me forward till my chest hit hers. No slow game. She shoved her hand straight down my pants and wrapped hot fingers around my cock like she already owned it.
Already half hard, she muttered, good. I need this thick thing inside me before the night shift ends. Her mouth crushed on mine, tongue pushing in, teeth scraping my lip. I grabbed her ass through the skirt and squeezed hard. She moaned into my mouth and bit back harder. Clothes started coming off messy. Her blouse hit the chair, bra followed, and those heavy brown breasts bounced free with dark nipples already stiff. I bent and sucked one deep while my hand shoved under her skirt and found bare wet heat. No panty. She had planned this.
She Pushed Me Down And Rode Hard
Anitha shoved me onto the narrow lodge bed and climbed over my face first. Sit up, she ordered, and she planted that dripping cunt right on my mouth. I licked like a starving dog, tongue flat on her clit, then shoved deep into her hole. She ground down, smearing her juices all over my chin and nose, holding the headboard and rolling her hips mean. Taste it properly, she said, you will remember this cunt for months. I grabbed her thighs and ate harder, sucking her clit till her legs shook and a thick gush ran down my throat. She came loud, not caring about thin walls, thighs clamping my ears.
Before I could wipe my face she spun around, yanked my pants fully off, and swallowed my cock to the root. Her throat was tight and wet and she gagged once then forced more. Spit ran down my balls. She bobbed fast, hand twisting the base, eyes locked on mine like she was daring me to last. I thrust up into her mouth and she took it, choking wet sounds filling the room. When I got close she pulled off with a string of spit and slapped my cock against her cheek. Not yet, she said. I want it raw in my pussy first.
She straddled me facing forward, grabbed my shaft, and sat down in one hard drop. That tight wet heat swallowed every inch and I groaned loud. She did not bounce soft. She planted her feet and fucked me like she was trying to break the bed frame, heavy breasts bouncing, ass slapping my thighs. Her cunt clenched and milked me on every drop. I held her waist and slammed up to meet her. The bed frame squeaked crazy and the headboard banged the wall. Outside thunder rolled but we were louder.
Harder, you bastard, she hissed, fill me. I flipped her onto her back without pulling out, shoved her knees to her chest, and pounded deep. Her pussy made wet filthy sounds with every thrust. Sweat ran down my back and dripped onto her stomach. She clawed my shoulders and left red lines. When I slowed she slapped my chest. Do not get soft on me. I want you to wreck this hole. So I went animal, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass, watching my cock stretch her open and come out shiny with her cream.
Against The Wall And On The Floor
She pushed me off, stood, and bent over the small table by the window. Curtain half open to the rainy street but she did not care. Put it back in, she said. I stepped behind, grabbed her hips, and drove in to the hilt. The table legs scraped. I fucked her standing, one hand fisting her hair, pulling her head back so I could bite her neck. She reached back and spread her own ass cheeks so I could go deeper. Look how your cock disappears in me, she said, breathless. I looked down and nearly lost it seeing that thick stretch and her juices coating my shaft.
I pulled out, spun her, and lifted her against the wall. She locked her legs around my waist and I thrust up into her again. Gravity made it brutal. Her back slapped the paint and her nails dug into my neck. My arms burned but I kept slamming. She came again, cunt fluttering hard around me, a broken moan against my ear. I am not done, she said when she could talk. Put me on the floor.
We dropped to the thin carpet. She got on all fours and I mounted her from behind doggy style, knees burning on the rough floor. I gripped her waist and fucked long hard strokes, watching her ass jiggle and her hanging breasts swing. She pushed back onto every thrust, cursing in Kannada mixed with broken English, telling me to use her like a cheap whore. I reached under and rubbed her clit rough while I pounded and she shook apart again, knees sliding out till she was flat on her stomach. I stayed on top and kept going, hips grinding deep, cock bottoming out.
My balls drew tight. I am going to fill you, I growled. Do it inside, she said, do not pull out. I slammed three more times and unloaded hard, thick ropes pumping deep into her cunt. She clenched and milked every drop, moaning like she loved the heat. I stayed buried till my cock stopped twitching then pulled out slow. Cum leaked out of her open hole and ran down her thigh onto the carpet. She reached back, scooped some with two fingers, and sucked them clean while looking at me.
She Was Not Finished With My Cock
I thought we were done but Anitha pushed me onto my back again and licked my half-soft cock clean, tasting both of us. She sucked till I hardened a second time, slower now but still greedy. Then she straddled reverse and rode me facing the door, hands on my knees, bouncing with that heavy ass slapping down. I watched my cum-slick cock disappear into her pink stretched hole again and again. She reached between her legs and played with her clit while she fucked me. The second orgasm hit her quieter but longer, whole body trembling, cunt squeezing like a fist.
I sat up behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and thrust up hard while she was still shaking. My free hand pinched her nipples rough. She cursed and came a third time, weaker, almost crying from overstimulation. I flipped her onto her back one last time, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove deep till I emptied a second load inside her. Less volume but still hot. She held my face and kissed me messy while I pumped the last spurts.
We collapsed side by side on the ruined bed, sweating, breathing like we ran a race. Cum and sweat soaked the sheet. She laughed once, low. Your bus can wait till morning, she said. I am locking this door from inside. She got up naked, checked the latch, then came back and straddled my face again without asking. Clean me, she ordered. I licked our mixed mess out of her swollen cunt till she shivered and pushed my head away.
Later she rode me slow a third time, almost lazy but still deep, grinding her clit on my pubic bone till she came soft and I stayed hard enough to finish on her stomach when she told me to pull out. She rubbed the mess into her skin like lotion. Rain kept hitting the window. Somewhere a scooter passed on the wet road. She stayed till almost dawn, using my mouth and fingers whenever she wanted another small orgasm, then finally pulled her uniform back on without the bra. Marks on her neck and thighs showed clear.
She left the spare keycard on the table and walked out like nothing happened. I lay there with my cock sore, the room smelling of sex and rain, body covered in scratches and bite marks. The mattress had a wet spot the size of a plate. I did not sleep much. Every time I closed my eyes I felt her cunt gripping me again and heard that thick accent telling me to wreck her harder. By morning my bag was still packed but I was wrecked in the best filthy way a man can be after one night in a cheap Mangalore lodge with a woman who took exactly what she wanted.