The bag slipped from my shoulder when she stepped in close and shut the door with her heel. Her eyes ran down my body like she already owned it.
I had just checked into this small guesthouse near the silk market in Mysore after a long bus ride. The owner uncle was out of town and this woman Sowmya handled everything. She looked mid thirties, dark skin glowing, heavy breasts pushing the cotton blouse, and that thick Kannada way of speaking made my cock twitch already.
She said you look tired salesman boy. Room is ready but first you need proper welcome. Before I could answer she locked the latch and pulled the pallu off her shoulder. The blouse buttons strained. I stood there dumb, travel dust still on my shirt, while she walked slow around me and pressed her chest against my back.
Her hand slid straight to the front of my trousers and squeezed hard. She muttered good thick one, not like these local soft fellows. I tried to turn but she pushed me face first toward the wooden cupboard. My palms hit the old polish. She yanked my belt open with one pull and shoved the pants down to my knees. Cool air hit my ass then her warm palm slapped it once, loud.
Cupboard Edge Rough Start
Sowmya spat on her fingers and rubbed the spit between my cheeks without asking. I jerked but she held my hip firm. She said stay quiet or the whole lane hears. Then two fingers pushed into my ass while her other hand jerked my cock from behind. It felt dirty and sudden. My knees almost buckled. She worked those fingers deep, curling them, laughing low when I groaned.
After a minute she spun me around and dropped to her knees on the thin mat. Her mouth took my cock in one wet slide, no teasing. Thick lips stretched, tongue flat under the shaft, and she sucked hard enough that my head banged the cupboard. I grabbed her hair bun and it came loose. Black hair spilled over her shoulders while she bobbed faster, spit running down my balls. She pulled off just to say taste your own precum salesman, then swallowed me again till her nose pressed my stomach.
I was close already but she stopped and stood. Blouse came off next. Big dark nipples, heavy breasts that swung when she moved. She shoved them against my face and ordered suck properly. I took one nipple in my mouth and bit light. She hissed and slapped my cheek, not soft. Then she pushed me onto the narrow bed. The frame creaked bad.
Sowmya climbed over me still in her petticoat. She yanked it up, no panties underneath, and rubbed her wet cunt along my cock. Thick juices smeared my stomach. She lined up and dropped her weight in one go. Hot tight cunt swallowed every inch. She sat fully seated and ground her hips in small circles, grinding her clit on my pubic bone.
I tried to thrust up but she pinned my wrists above my head with both hands. She said I fuck you tonight, you just take it. Then she rode hard, lifting almost off and slamming down. The wet slap sound filled the room. Her breasts bounced heavy. Sweat started on her upper lip. I watched her face twist every time she bottomed out.
She Took Full Control
After she came the first time, thighs shaking around me, she pulled off and flipped onto all fours. Ass up, face in the pillow. She reached back and spread her cheeks. Put it in the ass now, she told me plain. I spit on my cock and pressed the head against her tight hole. She pushed back and the head popped in. Slow at first then she demanded deeper. I gripped her hips and drove the full length. Her ass clenched hot around me. She cursed in Kannada mixed with English, calling me bastard and harder and fill it.
I fucked her ass deep and fast. The bed slammed the wall. Someone in the next room might have heard but she did not care. She reached under and rubbed her own cunt while I pounded. When she came again her ass squeezed so tight I almost lost it. I pulled out just in time and she turned quick, catching most of the cum on her tongue and tits. She licked what she could and smeared the rest over her nipples.
We barely rested. She poured water from the steel jug over my cock to clean it then stroked it stiff again with oil from a small bottle she kept in the drawer. She said this oil makes it last longer for second round. Then she lay on her back, legs wide, one foot on my shoulder. This time she wanted her cunt wrecked. I slammed in hard. Her juices made filthy wet noises. I folded her almost in half and drove deep. She clawed my back and left marks.
Her second hole was still loose from earlier so I switched without warning, pushing back into her ass while my thumb rubbed her clit. She screamed into the pillow and came shaking. I kept going till my balls tightened. This time I buried deep in her ass and pumped every drop inside. She held me there with her heels locked behind my thighs until I finished throbbing.
Late Hours Kept Going
Even after that she was not done. Around midnight she woke me by sitting on my face. Her cunt was swollen and dripping mixed fluids. She ground down and ordered me to clean everything with tongue. I licked her from clit to ass and back, tasting my own cum mixed with her. She rode my mouth till she soaked my chin.
Then she wanted doggy again, slower but deeper. I took her from behind while she told me dirty things about how the owner uncle never fucks her like this, how she waits for salesmen who can last. I reached around and pinched her nipples hard. She pushed back harder each time. When I got close she pulled off, spun, and deepthroated me till I flooded her throat. She swallowed loud and kept sucking the last drops.
Near dawn she straddled me once more, reverse this time, facing my feet, and bounced on my cock while I watched her thick ass jiggle. She reached down and played with my balls. I held her waist and thrust up to meet every drop. She came with a long low moan and collapsed forward. I stayed inside her pulsing cunt till I softened.
Morning light came through the thin curtain. Sowmya got up slow, wiped between her legs with my discarded shirt, and tied her hair again. She said bath water is hot, leave the key under the mat when you go. No soft goodbye. Just that. My body ached in the best way, scratches on my back, teeth marks on my shoulder. I lay there smelling her on the sheets and knowing every bus ride to Mysore after this would feel different.
She left the door unlocked behind her. I heard her slippers on the stairs and the distant market noise starting. My cock twitched once more just from the memory of how hard she had taken everything she wanted.
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