Priya was twenty-four, fresh off the plane from Mumbai and already bored with her new office job in the city. She hit the bar alone on a Friday, wearing a tight red dress that showed off her brown tits and round ass. The guys at the counter noticed right away. Five of them, all white, all built, all staring like they wanted to wreck her.
She bought her own drink and smiled when the tallest one came over. “You look like you need company,” he said. Priya didn’t waste time. “I need cock,” she answered. “Multiple cocks. You got friends?”
They didn’t need more than that. Ten minutes later she was in the back of a van with all five, dress already pulled down so her dark nipples were out. The driver reached back and squeezed her tit hard. “Indian slut wants a gangbang,” he laughed. Priya spread her legs and let the guy next to her shove two fingers straight into her wet pussy. “Fuck yes,” she moaned. “Use me.”
They took her to a cheap motel room with one big bed. The second the door closed they stripped her. Hands everywhere—squeezing her ass, slapping her tits, pulling her hair. One guy pushed her to her knees. “Suck,” he ordered. Priya opened her mouth and took his thick white cock down her throat. Another man moved behind her, spread her cheeks and spat on her asshole before jamming two fingers in. She gagged and drooled but kept sucking.
They didn’t go slow. The first guy pulled out and another replaced him, fucking her face until spit ran down her chin onto her tits. Someone else lifted her up and threw her on the bed. Legs spread wide, pussy on display. The biggest guy climbed on and slammed his cock into her cunt in one thrust. Priya cried out, half pain, half pleasure. “Harder,” she begged. He pounded her while another man fed his dick back into her mouth.
They rotated fast. One cock after another stretched her pussy, some thick, some long, all rough. They flipped her onto all fours and took turns on her ass too. The first dick in her asshole made her scream, but she pushed back for more. “Fill every hole,” she told them. Two guys double-penetrated her at once—one in her pussy, one in her ass—while she jerked and sucked the others. Her body shook every time they thrust together.
Cum started flying. The first load went down her throat; she swallowed like a good slut. The next one painted her face and tits. They kept fucking her through it. One guy came inside her pussy and pulled out so another could slide right in and add his load. Thick white cum leaked out of her stretched holes and ran down her thighs. They didn’t stop. They flipped her again, made her ride one cock while another fucked her mouth and the rest slapped her ass and called her their Indian cumdump.
By the third round her voice was hoarse from moaning. Her pussy and ass were sore and dripping, but she kept asking for more. They used her for hours. Every position, every hole, every degrading name she loved. When they finally finished, she was covered in cum—face, tits, belly, leaking from both holes. She lay there panting, fingers scooping up what she could and licking it off while they watched.
One of them tossed her a towel. “Same time next week?” he asked. Priya smiled, cum still on her lips. “Bring more guys,” she said. She already knew she’d be back. Her body was made for this kind of night—raw, filthy, and completely used.
