I was very hungry for a good sex session with any random man with a huge cock. When I returned home from Delhi, I learnt that my husband is also out of town for his usual conference. The very same evening I returned, I decided to head to a bar and see if I can get lucky. This bar was very popular for foreign tourists, and I have always fantasized about a white man fucking me. I entered the bar and sat at the counter ordering a gin and tonic, looking for white guys.
I was wearing a pink shining gown, which was off shoulder on one side, down to the arm pit, revealing the top third of my breast. My back was also revealed to some extent, enough to attract the attention of any guy. After a wait of about 15 minutes, I received a vodka glass from the waiter, and it was from one of the four guys sitting at the table at the other end. I walked up to the couch, and found out four Negroes waiting for me.
The guys were huge, all of them easily over 6 feet, very muscular, and short hairs. They asked me to join the table, and I happily agreed. We started talking soon, and I found out that they were from New York, touring India. The alcohol kept coming in, although I refrained myself from taking the third glass. I knew I was about to have a great time with one of the guys. I kept my hand on the thigh of the guy sitting to my right and I could make out his tool growing larger inside his pants.
It looked huge. He put his arm around my back on the bare shoulder. Within the next five minutes, his tongue was inside my mouth. He was kissing me passionately, and his tongue explored all the corners of my mouth. He asked me if I would like to spend the night with him in the hotel. I drove them to their hotel, and he couldn't keep his hands off me in the car.