The dhol was still thumping hard when Sunita yanked my wrist and pulled me out of the main hall toward the back corridor. Her eyes looked hungry and she did not care who might notice. Come with me now she muttered close to my ear and her nails dug into my skin.
I followed like a fool. The Nashik banquet place was packed for my colleague Ramesh wedding sangeet but this Marathi woman in the green saree had been staring at me all evening. She pushed open a side door to the guest suite wing and shoved me inside the first empty room. Door clicked shut. Lights stayed dim. My name is Vivek and I was only here for free booze and some dancing but she already had other plans.
She turned the latch and pressed her chest against me. You were looking at my blouse the whole time she said low and rough. I want that hard thing in your pants right now. No soft talk. Her hand went straight down and squeezed my cock through the trousers until it jumped. I grabbed her waist and the thick pallu of that saree slipped off her shoulder. Heavy breasts pushed against the tight blouse and I could see the dark outline of her nipples.
Corridor Heat Came Fast
She dropped to her knees on the thin carpet without waiting. Zip went down and my cock sprang out thick and already leaking. Sunita licked the head like she was tasting something sweet then shoved half the length into her mouth in one go. Wet heat. She gagged a little but kept pushing till her nose hit my stomach. I held her hair and fucked her throat slow at first then harder. Spit ran down her chin onto the blouse. She looked up with watery eyes and still sucked like she needed it more than air.
I pulled out and hauled her up. Turn around I told her. She bent over the small dressing table and yanked her saree up around her waist. No petticoat fancy stuff just a thin panty that was already soaked. I ripped it to the side and rubbed my cock along her wet slit. She was dripping. Put it in already she hissed and pushed her hips back. I slammed the full length into her pussy in one stroke. Tight and hot and gripping me like a fist. She bit her own arm to keep from yelling while I started pounding her hard from behind.
The table shook. Bottles rattled. Her big ass slapped against me every time I buried myself deep. I reached around and tore the blouse buttons open so those heavy tits swung free. I pinched both nipples rough and she clenched around my cock even tighter. Harder Vivek fuck me like you mean it she growled. I gave her exactly that. Long deep strokes that made her legs shake. Sweat ran down my back. The smell of sex filled the small guest suite fast.
I pulled out and spun her around. She hopped up on the table edge and wrapped her legs around me. I drove back into her pussy and watched her face twist. Her mouth stayed open and soft moans kept slipping out even when she tried to stay quiet. I sucked one dark nipple hard while my hips kept slamming. She dug nails into my shoulders and whispered she had not been fucked like this in months. Her husband was useless she said between gasps. Tonight she wanted to get ruined.
Sofa In The Guest Suite
We stumbled over to the narrow sofa next. She pushed me down on my back and climbed on top still wearing the messed up saree half hanging off her. She grabbed my cock and sat down on it slow at first then dropped her full weight. That tight pussy swallowed me again and she started riding like she was angry. Up and down hard. Her tits bounced heavy and I squeezed them both. She leaned forward and let me bite her neck while she ground her clit against my base.
I slapped her ass and she moaned louder. Do it again she said. I slapped harder till the skin turned pink. She rode faster grinding and bouncing until her whole body started shaking. Her pussy clamped down and she came with a broken cry against my shoulder. Wetness soaked my balls and the sofa cushion. I kept thrusting up into her through the orgasm till she was whimpering.
She climbed off shaky and got on all fours on the floor. Fuck me from behind again and do not stop she ordered. I knelt and shoved back inside that dripping hole. The angle was perfect. I gripped her hips and hammered deep. Skin slapped loud. She pushed back to meet every thrust. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit fast. She came a second time quick and messy and her arms almost gave out.
I was close but she pulled off and turned around. She took my cock in her mouth again tasting her own juices and sucked hard while stroking the base. I warned her I was going to shoot. She kept me in her throat and I unloaded thick ropes of cum straight down. She swallowed most of it and let the rest drip on her tongue before licking the head clean. Filthy and perfect.
She Wanted It Even Dirtier Later
We barely rested ten minutes. Outside the sangeet music still played and people laughed far away. Sunita wiped her mouth and looked at my cock getting hard again. She smiled mean and said one more round. This time she wanted it in the ass. I spat on my fingers and worked her tight hole while she stayed on her elbows. She was nervous but kept saying do it. When I pressed the head against that rim she pushed back and took me inch by inch. So fucking tight I almost came again right there.
I fucked her ass slow at first then harder when she started moaning for more. One hand stayed on her clit rubbing circles. She came again with my cock buried deep in her ass and the way she squeezed nearly finished me. I pulled out just in time and sprayed cum all over her lower back and the top of her ass. Thick white streaks. She reached back and smeared it around like she liked the mess.
Later she cleaned up quick with tissues from the bathroom and fixed her saree as best she could. Blouse was ruined so she pinned the pallu tight over it. She kissed my mouth once rough and said if I was still in Nashik tomorrow night she knew another empty room. Then she slipped back toward the music like nothing happened. I sat on that sticky sofa with my cock still wet and the whole guest suite smelling like sex. My legs felt weak. Best damn wedding trip I ever took and I never even danced much. Every time that dhol beat hit after that I just thought about how hard she took every inch and how loud she would have screamed if the walls were thicker.
I left before sunrise with her taste still on my tongue and scratches down my back. Ramesh asked next morning why I disappeared. I just shrugged and said too much whiskey. He never needed the real story. Sunita caught my eye once across the breakfast table and smirked like she already wanted another round. I knew if she crooked her finger again I would follow straight back to any empty room she picked.