Ind-Cock

(Cyn asked casually) ‘Rishnan, do you have anyone you like now?’

‘Not really. I’ve been so busy with work. Tonight’s dinner is one of the few I can afford to enjoy, then I’m back to work again.’

‘I see.. tonight’s dinner is good though! I’ll sit in the back to rest for a bit k? I’m so bloated!’

Cynthia went out of the car door to the back, where the Indian guy joined her after bringing their bags to the front. They continued their conversation about her recent breakup, with the guy who happened to be his best friend. All she could think of was, if she had fallen in love with someone else, or if it was just a crush that would disappear. The long absence that cannot be avoided from his work made things even worse, to a point that a separation was the best choice while she sorted her thoughts out.

(Rishnan asked) ‘So you’re not going out with anyone now?’

‘Nope. Unless you count yourself as one? Haha.’

It was hard to resist the allure of a Chinese girl, especially having seen her in a bikini and those skimpy outfits whenever they went out, be it in groups or alone. If it wasn’t for his friend, Rishnan would have gone all out, on wooing her.

When she decided to unbutton her shorts to let her ‘belly’ free, the sight of a red panties got him instantly hard. Besides that ‘sneak preview’ of her underwear, the loud red bra showing through her loose tank top only made things even more unbearable.

(Rishnan asked playfully) ‘Have you ever had an Indian boyfriend before?’

‘Nope. But I have thought of that before. Why? Your question is very suspicious!’

‘Haha! So you understood huh?’

(Cynthia grinned slyly) ‘Maybe?’

Cynthia gave him a cheeky smile and raised her feet in the air, hanging them in front of him for his hands to reach her shorts. With some struggle, they eventually came off, and then quickly followed by the rest of her clothes. Rishnan only removed his shorts since there was nothing interesting ‘above’. A long, thick cock swung before her eyes as she tried to imagine if it would fit, but they both knew that there was no real need to ‘imagine’.

(He asked politely) ‘Why don’t you start first?’

He sat upright with his feet on the floor and held her head gently, bringing her face to his dick that was twitching on its own. Letting her lick the sides at her own pace, she was enjoying the soft gasps whenever her tongue touched the tip. After a minute, her mouth went over the top and devoured him whole, slurping loudly as she went down on him.

No one, not even herself, was aware that she had a ‘thing’ for mild-violence, though some of her exes did notice, and took advantage of that to coax her into their fetishes like public sex and messy face-fucks. It has almost become a natural response (which she greatly indulged in) for her to get extremely wet whenever anyone grabbed her hard, and painful enough.

Since his dick was too long for her to ‘eat’ without choking, he kept one hand stroking the lower part while pushing the back of her head rhythmically, somewhat forcing her to sync her breathing with his tempo. With each inch dipping deeper into her throat, it was only a matter of time before he was gagging her.

The breathlessness following the soreness in her throat was causing her to tear up, but he didn’t seemed to be stopping anytime soon for her. After she almost vomited from an extended time with his dick down her throat (and taking each breaths through his pubes INTO her nose), he let her go and shoved her upper body down on the seat.

(Rishnan groaned) ‘Let’s give you my Indian dick now.’

Cynthia’s reaction to slow him down were futile once he held her wrists to the sides, and went into missionary without any intention to put on any protection. Her opened legs could only reach his waist, and it didn’t take more than five seconds for the tip of his penis to come in contact with her pussy.

Oh shit! Thoughts of her last period and the days leading to that night suddenly made math so important, except that he wasn’t going to care if it was an ‘unsafe’ day. His cock pierced through her dry lower lips, forcing it inside while he made small thrusts to get her wet.

It wasn’t until three or four minutes later did she got wet enough, and it was a rampage from then on. His thick shaft brushed across her delicate inner flesh lining her vagina, sending her into a state of trance in very little time. Thankfully for the privacy of his car, her screams were kept within the vehicle, the same going for his groans of disbelief inside that tight hole.

Every inch of their genitals were receiving the complete set of pleasure from the intense sex. From her hair being pulled as he hammered her pussy, to her knees being raised to her chest while he pounded her feeble body in long, rapid strokes. Cynthia had never doubted the power of a huge cock, but it was another thing to experience the wrath of it in person.

Before she knew it, orgasms were knocking her out in queue, bombarding her senses till they were exploding like firecrackers going off in the car.

(Cynthia moaned) ‘FUCK YOU RISH!!!!’

She tucked her arms into her chest as a shiver grew violent, squeezing his cock till he lost control of his body.

(Rishnan grunted) ‘I’M CUMMING! ARGHHH!’

The bear-like groan came and he pulled out of her abruptly. Her head was swinging forward before her consciousness returned, and a wet, slimy cock penetrated her mouth to her throat without so much a gag. She found her face getting smashed repeatedly against his groin until she sobered up, and the chokes returned.

Still, the agonising part didn’t last too long when he came into her mouth, huge load accumulating under her tongue while she tried to make sense of what just happened. He pulled her away after he was done and pinched her nose, so she would swallow and then pant deeply for air.

Though she didn’t expect him to be so violent, it did get her wanting more. Not able to handle another round of ‘abuse’, she kept quiet and waited for him to calm down.

(He asked) ‘Shall we get going now?’

(She answered) ‘Uh huh.’

He went to the driver’s seat without his pants and started driving, leaving her in the back to dress herself. When they arrived at her void deck, she left his car and waved him goodbye. Lying in bed after a shower, the ‘experience of an Indian dick’ suddenly lost its appeal, and she couldn’t find anymore reason to meet him again.

And to think, he was the person that she broke up with Kisho in confusion, everything suddenly didn’t seemed to matter anymore. Single, will she be for now.

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