Hotwife After-Party Adventure

Ranjit held a handful of Annie's curly, dense, black hair in his left hand while he guided his fat, uncircumcised shaft into her mouth with his right hand. The 5'5" curvy Indian woman knelt dutifully in front of the fit, muscular, well-hung young man to accommodate his hard, throbbing cock inside her salivating mouth.

"That's right, baby, suck my cock... yeah! Like that..." Ranjit growled.

Annie smiled wickedly with her eyes; her mouth was stuffed, her full lips stretched around the fat girth of his 7" cock.

"Mmmmm," Annie moaned onto his cock.

The broad-shouldered 30-something young man held the lower part of his shaft with one hand and maintained his grip on her hair with the other, while pumping into her sucking mouth. Wet sounds filled the hotel room as his fat pink head rammed in and out of the tight ring formed by the 43-year-old married woman's rosy lips.

Annie swirled her tongue in circles between the foreskin and the cockhead. Her velvety tip traced the contours of the swollen crown, teasing the sensitive underside and then darting into his urethra to taste the salty precum that freely flowed. She loved the taste of his love-juice. She was clearly hungry for more!

She pushed the foreskin back and sucked hard on the head, coaxing out the thick man-fluid into her mouth. This is something she only did with her bulls. She never took her husband's tiny, pathetic penis in her mouth, let alone giving that loser a BJ or tasting his cum! This desire to please, to be a slut was something she reserved for men other than her husband.

When Annie goes back home tomorrow, no doubt she would tell all the details to her husband, perhaps as she jerked him off, whispering in his ear the dirty details until Kumar couldn't hold it anymore and ejaculated his two drops of cum either in his pants or on her stomach. That's how she has sex with her husband nowadays. No real intercourse... just dirty talking for few minutes and the poor husband gets hard, ejaculates immediately and becomes soft. Then Kumar has to wipe his dirty cum off his beautiful wife's stomach with his tongue. At best, she would Kumar to feel her stretched, sore pussy and asshole with his tongue, after she is thoroughly fucked by another man. All those thoughts ran through her mind in a flash!

However, in the meantime, Annie was focused back on Ranjit. Her tight shaven pussy leaked with lust as she jerked him off and sucked his big heavy balls. Ranjit liked seeing her wedding ring on the soft feminine hand that was stroking his spit-covered cock. Annie sucked one of Ranjit's balls and then the other before flicking her tongue lower, behind his balls, all the way to his asshole. Ranjit was enjoying her sluttiness thoroughly.

Then he suddenly pulled Annie up to her feet and turned her around. A firm slap on her big round ass left a handprint before he placed her on all fours on the hotel bed. He brought his cockhead, still wet with her spit up to her shaven slit and teased the head back and forth across her wet lips. Annie cooed impatiently and arched her back instinctively, inviting his cock into her dark, tight-lipped lady-hole. The big head stretched her open and Ranjit sunk all seven inches into her married pussy in one long stroke.

"Ohhhh Gosh... yeah baby... you are so BIGGGG.... that feels soooo good!" said Annie as she felt Ranjit's balls nestle against her hard little clit, covered with the juices that leaked down her slit.

Ranjit gave her a few preliminary strokes, slowly pulling out and surging back into Annie's tight dark hole. Annie's dusky pussy-lips followed the thick cock as it withdrew, drawn tightly around Ranjit's cock.

"Good little slut," Ranjit commented.

Annie's pussy felt good; hot, wet and tight. The fact that it was shorter than his cock only increased his pleasure. Annie bit her lip and moaned every time the Bull buried himself in her packed slit. She felt so full and stretched out; the pleasure of a big cock. Annie thought in her mind that Ranjit is good 3 inches larger than Kumar's tiny little penis, which was thin like a pencil and short like a baby carrot.

Ranjit picked up the pace. If his cock was packing out Annie's box, he didn't let that hold him back. He delighted in opening up her married pussy to his rogue rod. He pounded into her, his heavy balls slapped against her ass and once again the room was filled with the wet sounds of sex. With his hands tightly gripping her waist, he put her through her paces, pounding into her until the bitch squealed.

"You like that big cock?"

" Mmmmm! Yes baby, yes!"

"Bigger than your husband?"

"Oh yes! Are you kidding me??? You are twice as big as that sissy faggot!" Annie felt no shame in accepting the ugly truth about her husband in front of a complete stranger... as she was thinking in her mind that Ranjit was bigger than her husband's erect cock, even when Ranjit was flaccid!

"Are you even sure if he is a man... and, not a neuter?" He said in an insulting manner.

They both laughed it out together at their cruel joke on Annie's impotent husband.

Ranjit loved hearing that candid confession, especially from a married woman.

He visits the local nightclubs and bars every weekend, where he met a lot of horny wives. To take a married woman and make her his slut for the night gave him an unbelievable rush.

For her part, Annie loved the thrill of being away from home and fucking a complete stranger. Not that all of her Bulls were exactly strangers. She had developed somewhat of a stable of regulars over the years. But tonight, Ranjit was brand new and this held a special thrill for her.

They had met at the nightclub across the street. Dancing together on the dance floor for a couple of hours led to drinks at the hotel bar, which soon led to risqué talk and then Annie's hand on his growing bulge under the table.

By the time they left the bar, Annie was wet with anticipation under her black dress slacks and Ranjit's bulge was showing through his suit. In the elevator, Annie had taken out Ranjit's cock for a quick suck, the thrill of getting caught only adding to her excitement.

Now Ranjit was buried in her. Annie's tight walls caressed his shaft as he pounded into her, his heavy balls, dripping with her saliva and her pussy juice, slapped against her hard little clit. Annie liked this position, bent over the bed, offering her married pussy completely to the hung stranger behind her.

Ranjit thumbed her ass cheeks apart, exposing the pretty little dark rosebud of Annie's ass. Annie arched her back, sticking out her big round ass even further. There was something so raw about feeling so open and exposed, her most intimate parts on display for the dominant male presence behind her.

Ranjit looked at the tight little hole and rubbed his thumb across the tightly puckered opening, teasing it.

"Ooooo..." Annie cried out in sheer ecstasy.

Ranjit licked his thumb and pressed the thick digit into Annie's asshole. The tight, brown ring hugged his thumb. He could feel the veins of his own cock through the narrow division between Annie's pussy and anus. The invasion in her rear only tightened her pussy even more, packed as it was with Ranjit's cock. She felt so fucking naughty. She thought about her husband back home. Kumar knew she had been out with her girl gang for attending a Bollywood night. He knew that his beautiful wife will be approached by many men. She would be dancing with those unknown men, who would be grabbing her 38" jumbo ass and squeezing her large 36DD tits and even groping her private areas under the short skirt she was wearing, while dancing... BUT he could never suspect that at this moment his sweet, sexy wife was getting her married pussy stuffed by a complete stranger.... Who was going bareback on her!

Annie rubbed her hard little clit as Ranjit continued to stuff her, slowly working his thumb in and out of her dark rosebud as his cock ploughed into her pussy. Between the buzz of the margaritas and the way Ranjit fucked her like he owned her pussy, Annie didn't last long before she had the first in a series of powerful orgasms that tore through her body.

"Uhhhh!! Fuck me!!" Annie screamed between clenched teeth.

Ranjit obliged her, using his cock like a hard piston; he drilled in and out of her with abandon. Her tight pussy created a suction effect, milking his cock. A second and third orgasm shook Annie as the Bull worked her holes. With each crescendo that rocked her body, she let out a guttural groan as her holes spasmed on the thick thumb and cock that stretched her open.

Ranjit abruptly pulled out of Annie's pussy, removing his thumb from her clinging asshole. Gripping her by the hair again, he guided her face back to his dripping cock. Annie took the dripping shaft deep into her mouth, sucking hard and caressing his length with her tongue.

"You like the taste of your pussy on my cock?"

"Mmmmhmmmm!" Annie nodded and hummed with her mouth stuffed.

Ranjit pulled his cock out of her mouth and snarled, "You are my bitch, Annie. I am your master. You must obey me. You are nothing but a cheap whore. I will treat you like a slut, OK?"

Annie was out of breath and was having trouble talking. "Yes... Yes, sir. Yes, I'll do whatever you want."

Ranjit lifted Annie with his both hands and carried her to the nearby dining table. He placed her on the table, on her tummy, with her head hanging over the side of the table.

"Reach back and try to grab your feet," Ranjit instructed.

Annie obeyed; her body bowed into a reverse arch, her head now held up, face at the level of Ranjit's cock. The Bull rubbed his shaft all over Annie's face, spreading the saliva, precum and pussy that coated his cock all over her skin. Annie quivered in anticipation. She wanted that cock back inside her, anywhere.

"Open wide!"

"Ahhhhhh-ahgkk!" The fat head bumping off the back of her throat truncated Annie's last syllable.

They had met less than three hours ago and the sexy monster was already fucking her face as he owned her! The presumptuousness of the Bull would have offended Annie but for the fact that his cockiness was what attracted her to him in the first place.

"GUK! GUK! GUK! GUK!" Annie clucked as Ranjit rammed his piston deeply into her mouth, one hand under her chin and the other on the back of her head. Her eyes started to water as the fat head pushed into her throat, leaking precum.

"You like me fucking your face like it's a pussy?"

Ranjit didn't wait for an answer. In one long stroke, he pushed his entire length into Annie's throat until her nose was touching his neatly-trimmed pubic area. He held her head on his cock and then slowly withdrew, a strand of drool connecting his cock to her full, lush lips. Annie sniffed and wiped her eyes. She wasn't used to be throated like that but to her surprise, she was even wetter from the throating than the fucking.

Ranjit flipped Annie onto her back and then, pushing her plump thighs up against her chest, sunk into her tight notch once again. His balls were starting to tighten; he was ready to cum in this little bitch. He slammed into her pussy like he was trying to knock the bottom out of it. Annie rubbed her little hard clit and came hard twice more before Ranjit exploded into her pussy, draining his balls into the slutty Indian Hotwife.

Then they went back to their bed again. Before they went to sleep that night, Ranjit fucked Annie twice more, shooting a huge load on her tits and then on her face and hair.

In the early morning, Annie woke up before Ranjit. The sheets reeked of sex; her squirt, his cum, their sweat. Annie ducked under the covers. Even in his sleep, Ranjit's cock was bigger and thicker than her husband's! She now knew how a morning wood looked like for a real man!

Annie took his cock in her hand and started licking the length of it. She could taste her pussy and his cum dried onto his skin. Ranjit woke to his cock stiffening under Annie's soft full lips and velvet tongue. Instinctively, he grabbed a handful of her brown curls, guiding her face where he wanted it. He moved her mouth over his balls, which she circled with her tongue before sucking them one by one. Then he guided her face back up to where his cock leaked precum onto his stomach.

Annie sucked a clear drop off the tip before pushing the tip of her tongue into his slit. He groaned as she jerked and sucked him off, her mouth following her hand up and down his shaft. She kept up a steady rhythm as his hips thrust off the bed to meet her caressing lips and tongue.

Ranjit's balls started to tighten but Annie showed no signs of stopping. Even though he had already cum three times last night, Annie was surprised at the volume when Ranjit jetted into her mouth. Annie sucked hard and pressed the tip of her tongue on the underside of his fat head as the Bull drained his balls. It felt like she was using his cock as a straw to suck his balls dry.

After the last spurt rolled out the end of his urethra, Annie swallowed the load pooled in her mouth and only then did she take a deep breath, purring contentedly at the pleasure she had given. Annie gave his softening shaft a pouty kiss before looking up at him and smiling with gratitude, "Thank you for the night, Ranjit. You are the best I ever had!"

It was then that they both decided they would have to do this again. That's how their relationship began 3 years ago and they have fucked at least 100 times since then!