Desi Virgin Indian Bride Brutally Fucked on Suhagraat

In the bustling city of Mumbai, a young Indian bride named Priya prepared for her wedding night with trepidation and excitement. Her suhagraat – the first night of marital coitus – was fast approaching, and Priya felt a fluttering in her stomach at the thought of finally consummating her union with her husband Arjun.

Little did Priya know, Arjun had been harboring a dark secret – a insatiable lust for BDSM and extreme pornography. While Priya was an innocent 18-year-old virgin, Arjun was a depraved 40-year-old man who craved debasing and defiling his new wife in the most brutal ways imaginable.

On the eve of their suhagraat, Arjun cornered Priya in their bridal suite, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Well, newlywed,” he growled, “I think it’s time for me to break in my bride.”

Priya trembled, both at Arjun’s commanding tone and the large, throbbing bulge tenting his traditional Indian sherwani. Still, she pushed through her nerves, willing herself to please her husband on their special night.

“As you wish, Arjun,” she meeked, beginning to undress, letting her sari slither to the floor. Arjun licked his lips as he watched his virgin bride reveal her nubile, untouched body – ample breasts caged in a delicate lace bra, sand-blasted skin, toned limbs, and tiny brown nipples buds stiff from the cool air.

A darkness came over Arjun’s face as he stalked towards Priya, his intentions clear from the dangerous glint in his eyes. “You look tasty,” he said uneasily. “Good enough to eat.”

Priya inhaled sharply as Arjun pulled her against him, the ridge of his erection pressing into her belly. He growled into her neck, his saliva coating her smooth skin as he sucked hard, determined to leave a mark of ownership.

Sliding his hands down to grope her ass, Arjun suddenly delivered a violent crack to Priya’s plump cheeks, making her yelp. He groaned at the sound, yanked off her bra and knelt to draw a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before sending a jolt of pain through her chest by biting down.

Tears streaked down Priya’s face as Arjun tossed her onto the bed and swiftly worked off his sherwani and undergarments. When she got a first good look at her husband’s endowment, her eyes went wide with both fear and fascination – his cock was massive, the bulbous head an angry purple and veins running the thick shaft like a vein-ridged relief map.

Bending Priya over the edge of the bed, Arjun admired the way the red handprint on her bottom faded into the smooth tan skin of her back. Reaching around, he tweaked a pebbled nipple viciously, then slid his hand down to thread into the trimmed patch of curls atop Priya’s sex.

His bride was drenched, her juices coating his fingers as they prowled through the wet petals of her lips. Hissing, Arjun dipped two fingers into Priya’s tight channel and moved ruthlessly, sawing them in and out, pinching and twisting her clitoris.

“So fucking wet,” Arjun snarled, his cock jerking as he pulled back his fingers, drenched with Priya’s honey. He yanked her hips back and gripped his dick, notching the engorged head against his bride’s soaked opening. “I wonder how tight your cunt is, little virgin. I can’t wait to wreck it.”

The pain was immense as Arjun thrust forward, too impatient to allow time for his bride to adjust as he sheathed his thick cock into her inexperienced walls. Priya wailed as he tunneled into her, his strangers trapped between his pelvic bone and her cervix.

“Jesus,” Arjun groaned, giving a few shallow pumps to savor the exquisite grip of his wife’s sex, swollen and torn from the invasion. He could feel her bruisingly fluttering around him, her virginal muscles spasming.

Arjun’s pace swiftly grew frantic as he began to pound into Priya’s virgin pussy, his hands digging into her waist hard enough to bruise. Priya cried out at each harsh slap of his pelvis against her ass, the slick, obscene sound of flesh on flesh punctuating the room.

“Fucking take it,” Arjun spat, reaching to shove three fingers into Priya’s mouth, pushing them into her throat to muffle her moans. “Take my cock, slut.”

Buried balls-deep in her quivering cunt, Arjun pulled out his fingers from Priya’s mouth and wrapped a hand around her neck. She laughed in pure corruption as he squeezed the sides of her windpipe, increasing his thrusts until Priya’s orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.

Her toes curled as ecstasy made her body seize, compiling the pain and pleasure to an almost unbearable crescendo. Through the fog of unadulterated bliss, Priya could feel Arjun brutally pounding through the contractions of her channel, ruthlessly shoving her relentless climax to a new peak.

“Gonna…fuck…cum,” Arjun growled, every word punctuated by a harsh snap of his hips. Twisting his grip on Priya’s neck, he pushed her down onto her back and straddled her hips, pummeling into her cunt.

With a few last erratic lunges, he jammed himself to the root inside Priya and began to unload, painting her untouched walls with his potent seed. Jet after jet sprayed her core as Arjun’s girth jerked and pulsed within her clenching sex.

Finally, revoltingly satisfied, Arjun’s hips slowed to lazy grinds. He kissed Priya with mock affection, his teeth nipping and drawing blood from her lips as he pulled out with a filthy squelch. His semen poured from her abused pussy over his still-hard cock and thighs.

“Now that we have the formalities out of the way, little bride,” Arjun said as he wiped his dick with Priya’s discarded sari and stood up. “Let’s fuck.”

Thus began Priya’s unwanted initiation into BDSM and Arjun’s twisted brand of love…