This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series.
The largest ship in the Kenyan navy, the 280-foot-long P3124 Jasiri was built in 2013 and was now docked in Melbourne. The pride of the Kenyan navy was in Melbourne for 2 weeks before heading to the Indian Ocean for joint USA Australia and smaller nation war simulation games. I had left a message on the noticeboard at the Seaman's Mission near Docklands. It was pinned up along with the messages from the escort agencies, massage parlours, legal brothels and freelancers. It must have been read because, despite the Kenyan seamen being only allowed off their vessels for short time periods, my phone had received enough messages. The result was 6 Kenyan seamen from the vessel who were now gathered with me in the grand suite of the prestigious Melbourne Marriott hotel.
They were there as part of my conditioning of Anushka, the 44-year-old Madurai born southern, dark-skinned Indian whom I had a first dismissed as sexually repressed but had found to be an insatiable lover with skills that I had never experienced before.
One of the Kenyans Waitimu, a 250 pound mass of solid black flesh, said to me, "Just to get this right, we fuck the Indian bitch anyways and she has 6 hours to make us all not able to get it up within 30 minutes of cumming. Fat chance of that happening."
"And if she can't do that then we are all each going get $3000," chimed in Gathii, a tall, skinny, short-haired, dark-skinned deckhand.
"And if she quits before we finish, then it goes up to $5000 each," added Chege a heavily tattooed marine.
"And the one of us that lasts the longest and one other of us boys the bitch picks get to try for a $5000 prize to see who makes the bitch dog cum the most," contributed the darkest skinned Pili.
"That's correct, gentlemen. Now I," I replied, but was interrupted by a menacing growl from the one who looked the oldest, Sokoro. "We ain't no gentlemen. We are here to fuck the bitch until she can't take any more black meat. Ain't we bros?"
A chorus of noises and grunts I took to be affirmatives answered him so I continued nervously, "That's right bro, but there were certain requirements for you all to meet," and I pulled the tape measure from my pocket.
"You ain't no bro and no white, homo pervert gonna touch my cock, an angry Sokoro yelled and snatched the measure from me, muttering how he would break the arse of anyone who tried to touch his tool.
Secretly relieved that I didn't have to measure I watched as Sokoro stripped and pumped his cock into hardness, used the tape and proudly called out, "10 inches of hard prime meat ready to go here."
They followed one by one, each making me feel more inadequate. Chege matched Sokoro at 10 inches, though his cock was thin compared to the other sailor's fuck sticks that they held in their hands. Pili added another quarter inch in length while Gathii arrogantly stroked his curved 10-and-a-half-inch rod to hardness. Waitimu smiled and proudly topped that by reaching 11 inches. Then Onkwani grunted as he fisted the tree stump hanging between his legs. Although only 9 inches in length it was 3.5 inches in diameter with a head the size of his fist. Thick pencil-like veins ran along its length and just before the head was 2 encompassing circles of bumps. I had been in Vietnam during the war and seen the black soldiers there. I knew he had slit the skin and inserted ball bearings, although in Nam they had used triple O buckshot. His cock hadn't reached the stipulated length, but I wasn't about to argue.
Anushka appeared from the bathroom nude except for a white garter belt white stockings and high heels. I don't like white stockings myself but the videos I had seen seemed to show that the blacks liked their women wearing them. She was greeted by jeers and promises of what they would do to her as they earned the maximum by making her quit. As she walked, she thrust her pelvis forward displaying her mound type cunt above which was a thick horizontal bar of pubic hair with four thick lines of hair radiating from it.
The idea of the pubic designs had come when I first saw the fuller matted bushes of the Indian women when compared to the Vietnamese women whom I was familiar with. It was part of my plan that had them feel elite as the founding members of the Subcontinent railway Sex Club. I had used Hitler's SS indoctrination ideology as my basis, with its focus of superiority, loyalty, superb training, self-discipline, selection and purpose. That training was of course based on that in the Jesuit seminaries which had proved so successful for the Catholic church. On top of that, I had layered the myth of medieval knighthood. Instead of their shield with its family coat of arms, my Indian women had their pubic hair design.
Priya's massive thick, tangled 6-inch-long 2-inch wide landing strip was especially notable, and I had merely had her turn it into a character of a number one. Vanya, despite being 18 had an immense bush and hers had been shaven bristle length into a 5-inch-long 4-inch wide diamond with an uncut mohawk strip running down the middle. Saanvi had a 5-pointed star, Ruth had 3 lightning bolts each pointing to and reaching her clit hood. Navya was shaven except for a small postage stamp an inch above her slit which drew even more attention to her huge clit. Of the others: Anvi, the 26-year-old prostitute proudly wore a porn star triangle, the 30-year-old Kira 4 horizontal lines, each becoming longer the further from her slit, Anika, the slim 20-year-old shop assistant, featured a thin pencil strip, crossed at the top like a sword hilt, Tanvi the elegant 46-year-old businesswoman with her sparse hair was fully shaved, Dhriti, a teardrop while Ira had a 5 inch X.
No two were the same. The good looking 18-year-old Pari sported a cocktail glass, while Sai the 46-year-old from Madurai whose long oiled hair reached to her knees and was matched in quality in her pubes had five 1 inch strips in a zigzag pattern with long African style braids hanging from the thick mat of each strip. But all were proud of their unique design which I had assured them showed that they were the best and a founding member of the club.
I drew out numbers and Sokoro stepped up to the plate to take strike as the others arranged the 5ft 2-inch-thick bodied Indian into a kneeling position on the bed.
"I want a blow job, bitch. I want an Indian bitch to suck cum out of my cock, and you better be good at it too!" he warned. "Take it in your mouth, slut."
Anushka opened her mouth and became cross-eyed as she watched the dark meat slowly laid onto her moist, outstretched tongue. The mouth in her round, double-chinned face widened and began to slowly suck at it when she was suddenly hit in the face by Sokoro. "I never told you to start sucking. You just hold it there. Yeah...that's nice... and you suck when I tell you to, not one second sooner." Sokoro demanded.