This incident occurred 3 years before I married my wife Shyamala. She had gone to Simla on a holiday so I decided to examine her personal journal. I found this record from December 2002 and copied it.
Hi, my name is Shyamala; I was a logistics professional working at Royal Logistics in Mumbai when this incident took place. I was a 44 year old widowed woman, 5’2”, 58 kgs, having a very fair complexion, shoulder length black hair, which I dyed burgundy regularly and a great body figure of 34C–28-36. I used black nail polish, I reckoned it contrasted very well with my white skin.
I was an athlete during schooling days and hence my thighs and hips are well toned, even at this age, my breasts still stood erect even without support, in fact one of my boy friends, Gopalram, with whom I had some steaming relationships, was very fond of them.
Africans visited India frequently on official duty, as our head office, where I worked in Andheri handled their business. Since I was fluent in English and I spoke four of the Indian languages, combined with the fact that I did not have the encumbrance of a husband, I was invariably asked by our Managing Director, Ganesh, to play host. During such visits, I accidently developed a taste for Black men and now I am really crazy about them, some of them can even make me wet just by looking in my eyes, and as a result, I am always looking for and even creating opportunities when Africans are visiting.
It all started with a visit of Mr. Kasunkagari from Uganda in December 2002. I was assigned to pick up Mr. Kasunkagari at the airport and take him to his hotel in Bandra to freshen up then to the office. After pleasantries at the airport, I collected Ahmed Joseph Kasunkagari and booked a taxi to take us to the hotel. Mr. Kasunkagari was 25 year old, and must have been 6’5” tall, very dark and built like a bull; he was working as purchasing officer for the Ugandan army. His ivory white teeth contrasted very well with his jet black complexion.
I asked him whether he was a Muslim or Christian because his name did not give an indication, he replied that he was Sudanese and his forefather had crossed the border into Uganda and that his Mother was Muslim and Father Christian and his mother insisted for him to keep a Muslim first name though he was a Christian by religion.
We went to the Hotel where he waited in Lobby while I got formalities filled in and took the lift to his room on the sixth floor. Ahmed freshened up while I watched CNN then we left for the office by the same taxi which had waited for us. We kept on discussing various official subjects, occasionally talking about each other, in order to know each other better.
Everything went on smooth, every day Ahmed was with me as long as I wanted. In the evenings we would go to some nice restaurant for dinner and then he would drop off at the hotel.
We had become quite familiar with each other within few days, and he did not hesitate to ask me to take him to some night club, which he heard a lot about, from people who had visited Mumbai before him.
He suggested that we first go to a Chinese Restaurant, the Pink Dragon, for dinner and from there we would go to the Gold Mine night Club; I was really excited as I had never visited those places before. They were reserved for the upper echelon of Indian society.
We had the dinner which was excellent then took a rickshaw on to the Gold mine. I reminded Ahmed to carry the Passport as Mumbai police are racist and they might want to harass him.
When we entered the night club there was a door man who looked like a wall made of muscle asked for our age proof. I surmised that he was just trying to be awkward! Soon we were inside, it was a big hall cramped with people, there was a big bar on one corner, people were sitting everywhere mostly couples, some girls were giggling around, there was stream of wall mounted TVs showing different programs, but there was not much smoke as I had expected, it was also not very dark and as my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light I saw couples in various positions, Kissing, fondling and feeling was going on all around unmindful of the presence of others in the room. I never knew that such things took place in conservative India, but then, it was pretty exclusive.
I saw one girl in skimpy skirt sitting on the lap of a man on a bar stool, the man’s hand was inside her skirt and he was nibbling her ear lobe, she was giggling and had one arm around his neck and they were so close to me that I could feel the heat emanating from them, they spoke Punjabi.
I blushed at the scene, my face growing redder by the minutes; I was probably the only person aware of others presence and their postures, everybody else were not bothered at all. Ahmed looked at my face and asked pulling at my arm, “Shyamala, are you alright?”
I said “Yes, why?”
“Your face is red, you are blushing,” he laughed.
“Yes, I did not expect such behaviour in India.” I said not looking at him
“Ok, what would you drink?” he asked
“Well, beer would be fine, I have just eaten too much, and the food was so delicious, thank you for a superb meal” I said.
Ahmed ordered for White rum for himself and a beer for me. I started to look around again aware that it was awkward but could not ignore the erotic actions going on all around. Suddenly, I was pushed sideward as an almost drunk woman staggered, trying to reach to bar asking for a drink which caused me to rub against Ahmed, he immediately put an arm around me as if supporting me, his large paw covering my shoulder. His hand was hard and rough, so primitive and manly.
I did not mind it and he did not remove it, it felt so good. I was beginning to enjoy the touch of a man again. We took our drinks, I was looking for any reaction from the barman, wondering whether he would notice an Indian woman with a huge black man, he did not notice, it made me feel comfortable that nobody was bothered what I was doing. We kept on drinking and watching some erotic program being displayed on the flat screen TV, talking some times.
Ahmed ordered more drinks, while drinking I was continuously trying to make out what the nearby Punjabi couple were doing, the man was openly rubbing her between the legs, which she had opened up for him and they were frequently kissing and whispering.
The girl was cooing again and again obviously enjoying every moment of their intimacy. Beers had started having their effect, I was not feeling tight in the stomach anymore, rather was I feeling bolder and the action going on nearby had made me hot, I was now aware that Ahmed had moved his hand around on my shoulder few times and that the front of his left leg was rubbing against side of my hips in the dimly lit room.
I told Ahmed to order whiskey for me as I was too full to drink beer anymore and it was only 10 .00 pm and I wanted to stay there some more.
He ordered whiskey for both of us, more people had joined in and as a result it was difficult standing without rubbing against someone or the other, so Ahmed shifted closer to me now, his hand still on my shoulder, he bent and asked enjoying the drink, and I felt his front side rubbing against my hips distinctively.
After I finished my drink, looking at Ahmed I asked, “Shall we go?”
“Yeah! Ok, I want to have one more drink, maybe we can go to my room and have some?”
I said curtly, “No, you can have as much as you want but here only.”
Ahmed was slightly put off, he ordered a repeat, and I was thinking how easily he was discouraged, bartender again put two drinks on table and I reacted saying, “No, I cannot drink now!” Come on Shyamala”, he reacted, “It’s already served.” If I drink this you will have to carry me home, I said smiling this time Ahmed grinned broadly, said “I would love that, give me your address.” “Shut up”, I said looking at him and humorously he kept on grinning with his strong glistening white teeth, “What’s wrong with you?” I asked, “Have not seen a lady or what?” “Not Indian beauties like you, nope!!!!!” He replied.
He kept on sipping drink and after waiting for some time I decided that probably I could handle another drink. Scenes around had become hotter and hotter, one couple caught my attention, a Blonde girl was standing against a black man and had her hand thrust inside man’s pant, she had the look as if she had just found treasure, her eyes were wide open and was looking at the man, the man had both of his hands clamped on her hips. Obviously they were tourists. “Look at them”, I told Ahmed
He looked at them bent closer to my face and then asked me his looking directly in my eyes, “Would you like that?”
I did not understand anything, normally, I would have said, no, but I was under the effect of Alcohol and said “Yeea!!!”
“Wanna see more of such things?”
“Yes, of course”, I said by now I was stammering under the effect of alcohol.
“For that you will to come to my hotel room”, he replied.
“Ok, tomorrow may be, but let us go now!”
When we paid up, it was 00.25 in the morning and when we started walking back I realized that I had had too much to drink today, but somehow I managed to walk to a rickshaw.
Ahmed helped me in and I almost fell in the seat and immediately nodded off to sleep. Ahmed told the rickshaw driver the name of the hotel and I slept throughout the journey there.
I woke up when Ahmed shook me, at the Hotel door, I tried to get up but could not and stammered, and “Pleeeease take me to your rooom.”
Ahmed helped me out of the rickshaw, there was nobody at the lobby, he then picked me up and took the elevator to the 6th floor where his room was.
He made me stand holding me with one arm wrapped around me and took out the key from his pocket, opened the door, picked me up and set me up on the bed. He closed the door and sat down near me, then took out my shoes and slowly, slowly started undressing me, when he was taking out my salwar I came to some senses and asked him what was he doing, He replied, “Just changing your clothes to make you feel comfortable.”
His hands were feeling too good around my waist and legs to stop him that I did not resist, he was obviously enjoying what he was doing as was doing it so slowly and then he took out my blouse and sat down nearby feeling my shoulders, his hands flowing down to my breast, waist thighs knees. I wanted to stop him but the pleasure was overpowering coupled with lower inhibitions, I decided to let it happen, I opened my eyes slightly and put my hand on his hand and pulled it on to my breast, and that was enough, he immediately shifted sideways and starting feeling my breasts, kissing me on my mouth.
His hand working on my blouse buttons, he opened my blouse, and fondled my tits over the black bra tightly clamped on my 34C size breasts, then he moved his mouth over the exposed part of my breasts and kissed, with his other hand he opened my pants, and pushed it down to my thighs, after some time he turned me over and quickly opened the bra, kissing and feeling my back and his hands and mouth traveling down my back and then stopped and suddenly hooked his fingers on the sides of my panties and pulled it down roughly, his movement were telling me that he was getting impatient, he sat up and quickly pulled it down all the way to my ankles and threw it away, now I was lying there upside down entirely naked, though drunk I was aware that he had moved away, I looked side ways to find out what he was doing, he had taken out his shoes, and was fumbling with his pants, soon he turned around and walked to the fridge wearing only short he was looking for something in the fridge. I realized that my heart was thumping hard against my rib cage, and I was very, very wet between my legs.
Then he called up, “Hey Shyamala drinks are here.” He soon returned with a large drink and a jar in hand which he placed at the corner table and sat down by my side.
First he gulped a large sip of drink then started kissing my back from neck downward, by the time he reached my hips, he was very excited, and he was saying something, which I could not hear I was too excited for that.
Ahmed was circling his both palms on my hips, gently and slowly initially then his movements became rougher and rougher, muttering something he started licking and biting on my hips excitedly soon he became even rougher and started biting my hips all around, his muttering were now more loud, his behaviour animalistic, then suddenly he started spanking me which caused a sharp wave of pain to erupt from my hips again and again, I was now fearful what was he doing, had he gone mad I wondered, I cried, “Aaaaaaaaahhh Ahmeeeeeed nooooooooooooo Please!”
He stopped and with his both palms on my ass cheeks he roughly parted them and started licking between them like crazy till I was writhing on the bed uncontrollably, I was in heaven, he stopped and started spanking me roughly all over again. The pain caused me to scream, my eyes were filled with tears, I was thinking, what kind of love making was that and perhaps I had made a big mistake. He kept on switching between the licking all through my ass and cunt and spanking hard.
When he spanked hard I cried out loud in pain, but when licked my ass hole I cooed in pleasure, My vagina was swollen to twice its size and wetness was flowing uninterrupted, he kept on alternating till I could not take it any more as I was feeling as if something has melted inside my cunt and was flowing out, I needed to cum, my head was pounding, I was trembling and I was beyond reasoning. I could not resist any more an sat down pulling at his hair as he was tonguing me, and try to pull him on top of me, he was too heavy for me, but he straightened, standing on his knees, and first time I saw his cock and a fearful squeak erupted from my mouth, “Oh Mmaanaa !!!!!!!!!!!, MAIN TO MAR GAI!”
I did not know when he had taken out his shorts, what he had was a dark black cock as thick as coke bottle and looked as long as my forearm, a drop of his pre come on its tip, it was so black that the drop was glistening.
I trembled, sweat of cold fear forming on my fore head , wondering what had I done, I kept on looking at it like a frightened dove, but the sight of a cock after so many years had stirred up a strong desire to posses it, own it.
Slowly, I reached and measured it with my right hand, Oh god it was so hard. It must have been 13 inches in length!!!
I wanted it, Ahmed pushed me on the bed and was immediately on top of me, I opened my legs and closed my eyes for the assault, pushed a hand between us to guide that monster, pleading with trembling voice, “Please!!!!!!!!! Ahmed please!!! Slowly!!!”
He was not hearing anything, he too was excited, he just pushed it roughly and quickly and before I could properly
Guide it he plunged full force.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, OOUUUUUUOOUUIII, “Mnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!!! MAR GAYI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOO !!!!! , Please!!!!!!!!!!, let me goooooooooo!!!!, NO!!!!!!!! Please !!! nooooo.”
He kept pushing, gasping fast; he was very, very excited too.
I felt as If my Vagina was torn, burst open and pain stayed even when Ahmed tried and pushed slowly, hearing my scream he was trying to restrain himself but he was way too big for my unaccustomed vagina and it hurt.
The next one minute was the most difficult, as Ahmed pushed again and again trying to lodge that giant of a cock into me, I screamed, and screamed and tried to resist his movement, till finally he gained his self control and became gentle.
I was crying, tears rolling down my cheeks, my hands on his shoulders trying to push him away, “Please stop, please stop!!!!!!!!!” Ahmed stopped pushing it whether because he was not able to push it further or because of my cries, I do not know, but stopped and rested on top of me keeping his wait on one of his elbow. He then dried my tears and kissed me, slowly at first then harder and harder as my pain subsided and I became accustomed to the monster pleasure rod buried inside me.
“Is it ok now?” Ahmed asked “Yes”, I said, trying to smile. Then we kissed again, “You are very big”, I said “Yaa!!” he said Then he started moving his buttocks, I felt as if one of my own organ was being pulled out of me, but the pain was reducing, soon there was no pain, only feeling of being stretched and filled and some discomfort when he pushed it in. His movements were getting faster and faster and our breaths labored and labored.
I felt as if something was melting inside me and I was going to burst, then the climax came, I felt it, I found my teeth clenched, eyes tight shut and that first shudder, then the next and the next swept over me and then I heard my scream but this time it was out of sheer pleasure, I kept on shuddering, all of my muscles cramping, Ahmed on the other hand was moving harder and faster for me.
My shudders were reduced to trembling but Ahmed was still going on, he looked in my eyes, smiled and said, “Let me clean you”, then he moved down ward, lifted my legs up in the air and started licking my vagina, lapping up all my secretion. God, what a feeling!!
When his tongue reached my ass hole again, I felt as if an on button was put on and I grabbed his hair so hard that he got the signal as to what I wanted. And he went on to work licking me all over my vagina and ass hole then he suddenly turned me over and slapped hard on my buttocks again then he turned me over again and licked. He was toying me like a child, and my pressure was building again, this time I was more vocal.
“Take me please”, I said, pulling at his hair.
“You want it baby, you loved it?”
“Yeah! Give it to me you sweeeeet fucker”.
“OK, get on to your hands, doggy style, you Bitch. I can see how you adore Naggers; you need to be taught a good lesson!!” I could decipher that he was about to bugger me.
I instinctively widened my hips to accommodate him; this was something my friend Girly taught me. She was already into fucking Black men. She had explained how they liked to fuck Indian women up the ass….a form of punishment for the way Indians treated them disparagingly in Africa one had explained to her. So I felt proud of seeking reparations for my peoples past sins.
I obeyed, I placed 2 pillows below my head and let my head rest on it, this way, my ass was stick up in the air open for the guest. Ahmed played with my ass before guiding the monster in, slowly at first tough it hurt again but I was determined and knew that I can take it. Ahmed pushed it, I then told him to hold it there and I shifted my weight around to make myself comfortable.
Ahmed was now enjoying the feast of looking at my beautiful round nice hips and moving his cock at will, we kept on and on till I felt that wonderful feeling of something melting inside and started pushing my hips backwards, Ahmed quickened his pace, I said, I ‘m coming, please, please, he moved faster and faster and faster.
I cried, “Le littiiii” involuntarily speaking Panjabi And this time I came so hard that the entire bed creaked, Ahmed was fucking me so hard that we fell on bed and his powerful movement threw me against the bed post. It was building up again and I screamed, again and again and felt as if everything was becoming darker and darker and I passed out.
When I regained consciousness, he was still on top of me and fucking me, I looked up at my watch, it was 4.56 AM, had we fucked all night or had I remained unconscious for hours, I did not know, nor cared to know.
I felt sourness in my cunt and wetness also, I put my hand down and felt it, there was a mess there, Ahmed was now pumping harder and harder and I sensed that he was going to shoot any moment. “Hold on, let us cum together this time”, I said, he bent and nibbled my ear lobes and got down saying “Ok.”
I got up, looking around for a towel, which Ahmed handed over to me, and slowly started cleaning myself, very gently knowing that my skin there was raw and sensitive by now. The bed sheet was having a number wet patches, there was this thick cum drying, Ahmed was in no mood of waiting any more.
He pulled me to one cleaner and drier side and started licking me again , then he took his drink once again and sipped it, he pushed my legs wider got on top of me and kissed me transferring drink in my mouth, I enjoyed that, I asked him to do that again, I realized my head was pounding and I had a headache, this time Ahmed spilled drink over my pussy and started licking it clean, It hurt very badly, probably because of my raw skin and I had to stop him. He went on to lick again, ass to cunt to ass and feeling me. I decided to feel him this time, so I got up and took his cock in my hand, it looked so beautiful, so desirable, I gritted my teeth and took him in my mouth, and he smelled of semen, I licked, cleaning it.
It was so big, I could only accommodate its tip in my mouth, as my jaws ached, I was enjoying licking it all around. Ahmed watched it sipping his drink and then pushed me on the side and took the 69 position. We both became busy with the interesting job at hand, till Ahmed said, “I am cumming baby !!!!!!!!!!” I immediately let him go and turned around opening my legs for him.
He jumped on top of me and pushed his shaft into me, this time the pain was different, it shot through the entire depth of my cunt, and I grimaced but soon became comfortable and started moving in unison with his movement, his urgency was making me more excited, he was calling my name, gasping.
I was feeling him deep inside deeper than I thought possible, sometimes I felt he was going to tear me, or his cock will hit me in the ribs.
I distinctly felt his cock hitting the end of my tunnel, pushing it further in, causing me to grimace, my pussy was stretched to a round shape, and every inward movement of that gigantic cock caused the shaft to rub against my clit sending me into orbit.
I never had experienced something like this ever before, my pussy stretched beyond limits causing pain, my entire depth filled up, and the cock head hitting the end of my tunnel and rubbing against the clit sending waves of pleasure through my Indian body.
I cannot explain the feeling, my pressure was building, tears were rolling down my cheeks, my face was contorted with pain, pleasure, fear, excitement, joy, satisfaction, “I‘m cummingggggggggggggg!!” I gasped and he repeated the same words. We were trying to get into each other, when Ahmed exploded into me for the first time in my conscious state, and I felt his cum and that triggered my best ever orgasm so far. It felt heavenly. I blacked out again from the intense pounding and slept.
We got up around noon and showered together. I entered the shower first to make sure that the water was the right temperature for my new-found Sudanese lover who had abundant stamina and knew how to treat a woman well.
When Ahmed entered, I soaped up his ebony body and he immediately got another massive erection. As a good bye fuck, he lifted me up and impaled me on his massive cock, it felt so well. I was now fully stretched….there was no pain, only sublime pleasure.
As we kissed and stepped out o the shower I asked, “Do all Sudanese men fuck as sweeeeetly as this?” Ahmed replied. “No only we Dinka people treat our women this way”. I explained how honoured I was to be participating in such a cultural exchange. He said it was the first time he had fucked an Indian woman, and was pleasantly surprised. He was going to tell his friends back in Africa about the experience and show them the videos. Yes…apparently he filmed our fucking on his expensive camera phone. I saw one image of his cock resting on my ass, just after he had buggered me, the anus had not fully closed up! I wished he had filmed my Indian face during my heightened state of orgasm, I wanted to see how my facial expression was during such mind-numbing periods.
We got dressed then left for the office. Colleagues saw the happiness on our faces…..NOBODY SAID A WORD!!!!!. Royal Logistics got the order to ship 40 military Tata trucks to Uganda, we made half a million Rupees in the process and I got a bonus of 20, 000 Rupees as a result of my good work, Ganesh was pleased…..so was I.