“Fuck this Delhi traffic”, I muttered under my breath as the cab tumbled on another 20 meters, and the light turned red again. The cars moved collectively, languorously and slowly like a great giant beast, spewing out soot and smoke out of their exhausts. With my earphones on to block out the kind cab driver trying to make small talk, a man crooned about his lost love to the rhythm of his guitar into my ears. One song turned into two, and then three. Now another artist talked about how he got hoes, and jewels and how his weed is the dankest. The beat slapped, though. One more song later, I was whisked away from the hustle bustle of the Delhi roads onto the well maincured portico of the hotel. ‘Will be there in 10’, I sent a quick text as the car came to a halt. A burly mustached man opened the door for me with a wide grin, as I impatiently stepped out, nodding to the driver’s request for a good rating. ‘I’m late.’ I think to myself as I stand at the reception, shuffling my feet, as the smiling lady checks me in. “The other guest has already checked in, sir”, she informs me curtly. “I know, thank you”, I say with as much sincerity I could muster as a bell boy half snatched my bag away from me as he led me to my room. “First time in Delhi, sir?”, he asks as he half walked infront of me, half with me as he led me to the elevator. “I am from Delhi, have stayed here for more than 15 years”, his polite smile turned into a confused one, and he didn’t really know what else to say. We stepped into the elevator and the door shut “How long have you been working here, Anchit?”, I asked him looking at his name tag trying to make small talk. He seemed like a nice guy. ” 2 years, sir”, he replied as the elevator dinged and the door opened to my floor. “Which way is my room?”, I asked him taking my bag from him in the elevator, his eyes betraying the confusion he felt. “To the left, sir?”, he replied back quizzically, and I handed him 50 rupee note as I stepped out of the elevator. “Thank you, sir” he said with a smile, and he pressed a button and soon he was whizzing down the ground floor. I walked to my room, stopped in front of it, and took a deep breath. I’d been waiting for this meeting for too long now, with impatience.
The door beeped and opened swiftly, without any noise as I stepped in, and then closed it behind me. The room was dimly lit, much more colder than the rest of the hotel. Music played softly on a speaker, and from what my fairly sharp ears could hear, a woman was moaning. Propped up right below the TV was her laptop, playing from what I could gather was some raunchy porn. I couldn’t help but chuckle, more in amazement than anything else. My bitch knows how to set the mood. And kneeling on the floor, there she was, a towel beneath her knees, wearing black lingerie. My heart started beating a bit faster, and I could feel myself harden. Immensely. I walked up and sat down on the sofa, placed right infront of her. I noticed that she was wearing garters as well. “Been shopping now, have we?”, I asked as I glanced around the room. A generic hotel room infinitely better by her thinking, I thought to myself. Before I could even ask her anything, she leaned forward untying my shoes, and taking my socks off, neatly placing them in the corner of my room. She came back to me, kneeling again, looked up at me with her big button eyes and asked, “May I, daddy?”. I nodded and she kissed my foot, tenderly. She placed both her hands on my knees as she rose up, and nuzzled her face against my cock, resting her face against it, purring like a content cat. She stayed there like that for a while, and sneakily, stuck her tongue out and started licking the fabric of my jeans. Like I wouldn’t notice. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Pour me a drink now, will you?”, I said as I ran my hand through her hair. ” And then, down on the floor”. Soon enough, a bottle opened, ice cubes clinked and there she was, on her fours, like a bitch in heat. Her soft supple ass right in front of me, her panties hugging her ass cheeks, a wet spot which was slowly growing. I took a sip and kept the glass down, standing up as I did. She was facing the wall and all she could hear was me unfastening my belt, I felt her go even quiter. I leaned down and kissed her ass, slowly taking off her panties, as they dropped down to her thighs. My index finger caressed her body, as it went from her lower back, tracing her ass cheeks, all the way down to her cunt. It was wet. Sopping wet, already. I placed just the tip of my finger on it, and I could already feel the heat emanating from it. Her breathing stopped, in anticipation, as I gently dipped my finger in. She purred again, but this time it was of desperation. Of desire.
I took my finger out and had a taste. She tasted decadently delicious. I cupped her ass now, squeezing it. ” I’m going to spank you now, 24 times to be precise. You’re not going to look back. And you’re not going to speak anything” I said as I stood back up, rolling my belt around my hand. ” And after every hit, you’re going to count it out loudly” She nodded and her back straightened, as she squeezed her thighs, bracing for the impact. I stood back, observing her as I sensed the shift in her body language. From a mixture of desire and longing, to that of desire and anticipation. And fear. I stood back, and from what I could sense, she had closed her eyes. And I just stood there, for what seemed like a minute or so. Her body loosened, and perhaps she had opened her eyes. I gently smacked her ass with my hand. And she said quizzically, “One?”. And then I swung my belt and hit her left ass cheek. She winced and shrieked in pain, and I said, “One”. The second stroke hit her on the same place, but this time she wasn’t caught off guard and she said, with determination, “Two”. By the 7th stroke she was screaming with pain, blurting out every number as the mellow music was overpowered by her voice, and the sound of impact every time my belt touched her ass. By the 15th stroke, I had gradually increased the power which with which I was hitting her, and I felt that if I increased it a little bit more, it might be going too far. I could sense her getting close to tears, and that made my cock throb even more. I took off my shirt, and went back to work, and by the 19th stroke, I could hear her close to tears.
“Who are you?”, I said as I hit her with another stroke. “20”, she replied. ” I asked you something”, and it was punctuated by the 21st stroke. “21” She replied as I felt her fight back tears. “I’m a dirty little slut, daddy”, she said as she finally started sobbing slightly. My pants were off by then, and I was standing in my boxers. The belt didn’t stop, and with another stroke she was openly weeping. I turned up the music a bit, to drown out her voice. And brought down my belt. Very hard. She welped in pain, and struggled. But still, like a good girl, she muttered, ‘twenty two’. And the belt swung again. Even harder this time, ’23’, this time sobbing openly. She lay there, anticipating another sensation of searing pain. My cock was throbbing, hard to a point where it was hurting, looking at the marks now which graced the contours of her ass. And with one swift motion, I had gotten down, my knees on the floor, and impaled her leaking cunt with my cock. She shouted in surprise, I embedded my cock to the hilt, my girth stretching her pussy apart as my pubic bone rested against her ass. It was the last thing she was expecting. “24”, I said with a slight laugh. And then I stopped laughing, for my cock was now impatiently demanding its sweet release. That’ll have to wait, for now. “Are you alright, babe?”, I said as I kissed her neck from behind. “Yes, daddy” was her reply as I cupped her breast from behind.
I closed my eyes and thrusted once, feeling the sensations of her cunt slide all over my cock. Her wetness had trickled on to me, with my upper thighs now having damp spots, as I took my cock out of her pussy. I put it inside her again, and grabbed her hair as I started thrusting slowly, taking my time, savoring every moment. I gradually increased the pace, until all you could hear in the room was the wet noise every time my cock slammed inside her cunt. And her moans. My nails dug into her thick ass, as I ravaged her cunt from behind, while she kept moaning and whimpering, like a bitch in heat. The floor was too hard, my knees hurt as I thrust, but I was too drunk in lust to care.
I pulled her hair from behind and she rose, standing on her knees as I contined to thrust. I wrapped my arm around her neck, my elbow straddling her neck, and she was moaning right next to my ear. I spat on the other hand, and spread it on her face, all the while not letting off the intensity. I started rubbing her clit as I rammed into her, and her moans had now turned into screams of ecstasy
Beads of sweat had started rolling down my back, as we continued fucking. My body slamming into hers, and her hands trying to grab on to me, but failiing to do so. Her nails seeking a surface to scratch. Suddenly her moan increased in volume and she started begging, ‘Fill me up, daddy, please fill me up’, she blurted into my ears. ” Oh fuck”, I said as soon as she said that and felt my balls tightening up. With a few finals thrust, I grabbed her waist and pushed my cock deep inside her cunt, as I let go of myself. I groaned in pleasure as the first spurt of my cum filled her cum and I closed my eyes, as waves of pleasure washed over me. With every wave, I was pumping cum deep into her cunt, both my arms around her waist, as we both closed our eyes, my seed filling her needy pussy up, both of us marinating in this sea of pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, my spams stopped. We both collapsed on the floor, me on top of her, as we caught her breath, my cock still inside her cunt.
“You’re heavy”, she complained as I lay on top of her, my breath finally catching upto me. I couldn’t help but laugh. After I’d regained normalcy, I kissed her neck and got off her, taking my dick out of her. It resisted a bit, that cheeky bastard, and with a wet squelching sound it was out, my entire length coated with my cum, and her gooey pussy juice. I stood up finally, and held out my arm to help her get up. But instead, she propped up and took my cock into her mouth, greedily lapping up all the juices which coated it. A moan escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes, and she lapped up our juices, like the cum hungry woman I always knew her to be. She finally took my cock out of her mouth, a gleeful smile on her face, her lower lip covered with my cum, her eyeliner stained with what I presume was the spit I smeared her face with.
She stood up, and I walked over to the table to grab my glass, the ice had long melted. “The floor is dirty. Before you lay down on the bed, go take a shower. Clean yourself up”, I say as I wipe the sweat off of my neck with a towel. ” But I’m hungry now, daddy”, she complained with a sad face but she still headed towards the shower. “Hold up”, I said as I sat down on the sofa and was thiught about what had just happened. I smiled and she looked at me quizzically. I gulped the remainder of my drink down and headed towards the desk across the room. I opened the menu, and picked up the hotel landline. “Room service?”, I asked her with raised eyebrows. She nodded with a smile as she headed towards the washroom.
(To be continued…)
This is good…