Ananya stood naked in the middle of the hotel suite, the city lights of Mumbai flickering through the half-drawn curtains. Vikram circled her slowly, his eyes raking over her brown skin, full breasts, and the dark triangle between her thick thighs. "Hands behind your back," he ordered, voice low and rough.
She obeyed without a word. He grabbed her dupatta from the chair and wound the soft silk around her wrists, pulling it tight until her shoulders ached. The fabric bit into her skin just enough to make her pussy clench. Vikram pushed her forward until her chest pressed against the cool wall. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her wide.
"Look at this wet cunt already dripping," he growled, dragging two fingers through her folds. Ananya moaned as he shoved those fingers deep inside her, pumping hard and fast. Her juices coated his hand. He pulled out and wiped them across her ass before landing a sharp slap on each cheek. The sting bloomed hot.
Vikram stripped off his shirt and pants. His thick cock sprang free, veined and dark, the head already leaking. He pressed it against her bound hands so she could feel the weight of it. "You want this cock in your Indian pussy, don't you?" he said, slapping it against her ass.
"Yes, sir," she breathed.
He spun her around and forced her to her knees. Ananya opened her mouth and he fed his cock straight down her throat. She gagged as he fucked her face, saliva running down her chin onto her tits. He held her head with both hands, using her mouth like a hole until tears streaked her mascara.
When he pulled out, strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening shaft. Vikram hauled her up and bent her over the bed.
He tied her ankles to the bedposts with more silk, leaving her spread and helpless, ass up. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her entrance.
"Beg for it," he demanded.
"Please fuck me, sir. Stretch my cunt with your big cock."
Vikram slammed into her in one thrust. Ananya cried out as he bottomed out, his balls slapping her clit. He fucked her hard, the wet sounds of his cock pounding her pussy filling the room. Each thrust rocked her forward against the mattress. He reached under her and pinched her nipples, twisting until she whimpered.
He pulled out and pressed his wet cock against her asshole. "Not yet," he said, then drove back into her pussy. He spanked her reddening ass in rhythm with his thrusts, leaving handprints on her brown skin. Ananya's moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure as he used her.
Vikram untied her ankles only to flip her onto her back. He retied her wrists above her head to the headboard. Climbing between her spread legs, he hooked her knees over his shoulders and sank back into her soaked cunt. The new angle made his cock hit her deep, grinding against her cervix.
He fucked her relentlessly, sweat dripping from his chest onto her stomach. Ananya came hard, her pussy clamping down on him, juices squirting around his shaft. Vikram didn't stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm, then pulled out and stroked his cock over her face. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her lips, tongue, and tits.
He untied her wrists and rubbed the marks gently, but his voice stayed rough. "Clean my cock with your mouth." Ananya licked him clean, tasting their mixed fluids. Vikram pulled her into his arms afterward, his hand resting possessively on her ass. "We're not done tonight," he murmured against her ear. "Next round I'm taking that tight asshole."
Ananya shivered, already wet again, ready for whatever raw commands came next.
