Priya was a 24-year-old Andhra girl who had come to the city for a job in a call center. She had that typical south Indian look, smooth dark skin, full lips, heavy tits that strained against her tight tops, and a round ass that swayed when she walked. One evening after work she stopped at a small tea stall near her apartment. That’s where she first saw him. Rahman, a tall Muslim man in his early thirties with a thick beard, broad shoulders, and a confident stare that made her pussy twitch the moment their eyes met.
He bought her tea without asking. They talked for twenty minutes. He was direct. “You look like you haven’t been fucked properly in a long time.” Priya’s face burned but her nipples hardened under her blouse. She didn’t walk away. Instead she gave him her number.
Two nights later he messaged her to come over. She knew exactly what it meant. She shaved her pussy smooth, put on a short skirt with no panties, and went to his place. The moment the door closed behind her, Rahman grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, tongue pushing deep. His other hand went straight under her skirt and found her already wet cunt.
“Fucking dripping for a Muslim cock,” he growled against her mouth. He shoved two thick fingers inside her and pumped them roughly. Priya moaned and spread her legs wider. He pulled his fingers out, made her suck them clean, then pushed her to her knees.
She unzipped him and his cock sprang out, long, thick, circumcised, veins bulging along the shaft. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked greedily, taking as much as she could. Rahman held her head and fucked her mouth, pushing deeper until she gagged and spit ran down her chin. “That’s it, Andhra slut, choke on it.”
He pulled her up, bent her over the arm of the sofa, flipped her skirt up, and slammed his cock straight into her soaked pussy in one hard thrust. Priya cried out, half pain, half pleasure. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her fast and deep, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. Her tits bounced out of her top and he reached around to pinch her dark nipples hard.
“Tell me whose cock you want,” he demanded, pounding her without mercy.
“Yours,” she gasped. “Your thick Muslim cock. Fuck me harder.”
He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the dining table. He spread her legs wide and drove back inside her, watching his cock stretch her brown pussy lips. Priya reached down and rubbed her swollen clit while he fucked her. Her juices coated his shaft and dripped onto the table. She came hard, pussy clenching and pulsing around him, but he didn’t stop. He kept slamming into her through the orgasm until her legs shook.
Rahman carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. He stripped the rest of her clothes off and got behind her, pulling her up onto all fours. He spat on her asshole and rubbed the head of his cock against it, teasing. “Not tonight,” he said.
“Tonight I’m filling this cunt.” He slammed back into her pussy and fucked her like a machine, one hand gripping her hip, the other slapping her ass until it was red.
Priya pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “Cum inside me,” she begged. “Fill my Andhra pussy.”
He groaned, grabbed both her hips, and buried himself to the balls. Hot jets of cum flooded her, pulse after pulse. She felt every spurt and came again, screaming into the pillow. He stayed inside her until he softened, then pulled out and watched his thick load leak from her stretched hole.
They didn’t stop there. After a short break he made her ride him, her heavy tits swinging in his face while she bounced on his cock. He sucked her nipples and slapped her ass, calling her his dirty little slut. Later he bent her over the balcony railing with the city lights below and fucked her again, one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. By morning her pussy was sore, swollen, and leaking his cum down her thighs.
Priya left his apartment just before sunrise, legs shaky, skirt sticking to her sticky skin. She already knew she would be back the next night. Rahman had texted her before she even reached the lift: “Wear that short skirt again. And no panties. Your cunt belongs to this cock now.”
