1. Indian Wedding


    Date: 2/12/2017, Categories: True Story Anal Asian, Black, Blowjob Cheating First Time Hardcore Interracial, Male/Female Author: mrhotdick, Source: sexstories.com

    My name is Geeta and I am a respectable Indian lady recently married to a prominent industrialist. I have a voluptuous figure with ample breasts and a narrow waist. My skin is very fair. I am also a slut. I love cum. I love to suck big black cocks. I love sex any way I can get it, and getting married was not going to cramp my style. This is one of my sluttier adventures because I was able to cheat on my actual wedding day. Well, actually it was the night before, but since we were still fucking after midnight, it technically happened on my wedding day. This erotic adventure began two weeks before my wedding when my girl friends organized a hen night, a bridal shower, as I think Americans call it. I really wanted a raunchy bachelorette party on the night before my wedding, but that wouldn't do for a respectable Indian wife. So, we pretended to have a bridal shower, but instead of tea and cakes, we had it in the evening and went bar hopping after enlisting some friends to cover for us. It was 4 years ago and I was 28 at the time. Ashima, my best friend, organized everything. Most of my friends knew that I have a thing about black guys, but Ashima especially knows about that weakness and everything else that turns me on, and I do mean everything. We have shared many a night when we were getting down and dirty fucking guys all night at her place or mine. Knowing what a slut I was, Ashima organized our night out to end all prenuptial nights out. We began clubbing in another town ...
    ... not too far away, but far enough. She booked a mini bus, decided which were the best bars and nightclubs for us, and even booked a male stripper! I suspected something was up when she insisted, that of all the bars we were visiting, we had to be in one particular place at 9 p.m., exactly. I also suspected something when she told me to wear sexy clothes, but nothing too expensive, meaning my clothes might get messed up. Little did I know how much my wardrobe would be trashed, but I had dutifully dressed in a short black leather skirt that was sexy, but old, a loose silver top, very open at the neck and not allowing for a bra, a black thong and black high heels. There were 12 of us chicks (or hens) that night, working our way from one bar to another, laughing and flirting with men, having drinks bought for us and having a great time. Eventually we were in this particular bar and had taken over a corner to ourselves when the stripper arrived. I couldn't have made a better choice myself! He was dressed as a Policeman, looked around 25 years old, tall, well built but not too muscular, shaved head, and skin as black as coal. Exactly the kind of guy I go for! He began his routine and Ashima whispered to me to point out that I was smiling from ear to ear ... Keeping his cap on, the dancer stripped off his top, invited me to rub oil into his chest, which I did willingly, then he asked me sit down in a chair and handcuffed my hands behind me. He had a long truncheon, a nightstick, which ...
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