Anjali was twenty-two, fresh out of college and stuck back in her parents’ house in the suburbs. Every day she wore those tight salwar kameez that hugged her fat ass and heavy tits, but at night she locked her door and fingered her dripping cunt while scrolling through porn on her phone. She needed real cock, not her fingers.
One afternoon the new neighbor’s son, Rohan, came over to fix the Wi-Fi. He was twenty-five, built like a wrestler, and the second he walked in she knew she was going to fuck him. She bent over the router on purpose, letting her dupatta slip so he could see the deep cleavage between her brown tits.
“Need a hand?” he asked, voice already rough.
She turned, looked him straight in the eye. “I need more than a hand. I need someone to fuck me stupid before my parents get home.”
Rohan didn’t waste time. He grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and yanked her salwar down to her knees. Her bare ass cheeks jiggled, and her shaved pussy was already glistening. He slapped it hard.
“Fuck, look at this wet desi cunt,” he growled. Two thick fingers shoved straight inside her. Anjali moaned loud, pushing back onto his hand. He finger-fucked her fast and rough, thumb rubbing her swollen clit until her juices ran down his wrist.
“Put your cock in me,” she begged. “I want it raw.”
He freed his thick, veiny dick and slammed it balls-deep in one thrust. Anjali cried out, cunt stretching around the girth. Rohan didn’t go slow. He pounded her from behind, hips slapping against her ass, making it ripple with every brutal stroke. Her tits swung under her top until he reached around and squeezed them hard, pinching her dark nipples.
“Harder,” she hissed. “Fuck this desi slut like you own her.”
He pulled out, flipped her onto the couch, and spread her legs wide. His cock drove back in, deeper this time, hitting her cervix with every thrust. Anjali’s cunt clenched and squirted a little every time he bottomed out. She reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he fucked her.
“Gonna fill this pussy,” Rohan grunted. “You want my load?”
“Give it to me. Breed this cunt.”
He slammed in one last time and exploded, thick ropes of cum flooding her womb. Anjali came with him, pussy milking every drop, her whole body shaking. Cum leaked out around his cock as he kept grinding through his orgasm.
They weren’t done. She pushed him onto his back and climbed on, sinking down on his still-hard dick. She rode him dirty, rolling her hips and bouncing so her ass slapped his thighs. Her juices mixed with his cum, making obscene wet sounds every time she dropped down.
“Tell me how my cunt feels,” she demanded.
“Hot, tight, and full of my cum.
Best fucking desi pussy I’ve ever had.”
She leaned forward, feeding a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard while she ground her clit against him. Another orgasm ripped through her, cunt spasming and squeezing another load out of him. This time he painted her insides again, groaning into her tit.
They fucked twice more before her parents’ car pulled into the driveway. Anjali cleaned his cock with her mouth, licking every drop of their mixed cum off his shaft, then pulled her salwar back up. Rohan left through the back door with a smirk.
That night Anjali lay in bed, cum still leaking from her well-used hole, already texting him for round two tomorrow. Her conservative family had no idea their sweet desi daughter was now a cock-hungry slut getting railed every chance she got. And she planned to keep it that way.
