Slaves of a Big Black Tamilian cock

I’m a well-off businessman named Junaid living in Mumbai. I lived a pretty standard life. I have a wife of 20 years, named Shehnaz, and a 19-year-old son named Zaid. He is studying BBA from NMIMS.  My love life with my wife has been lacking as of the last few years. I can’t quite put my finger on what the problem is, but she just seems to be bored of it all.

Perhaps it was because she’s a stay at home mom. She never needed to get a job, because I make plenty money for our family. This whole thing seemed to start when I hired this software engineer from IIT. I spoke to my son and he told me that an old senior from his school, Karthik Chandrasekhara Srinivasana, from Madras, needed a decent part time job. Zaid told me that Karthik is good with computers plus he is also from IIT. So he would be a good fit for my business’s technical work.  So I hired him and gave him our guest room for rented accommodation. Everything seemed to be going fine, until one day my wife confronted me about why our love life is lacking.

“Junaid, I need to talk to you before you leave for work.” Shehnaz looked over at me with a concerned look on her face.

“Okay, sure.” I walked over to the bed with my wife and sat down with her. “Is something wrong?”

“Junaid…I know what I need to be happy.” I must have had a confused look on my face, because before I responded she added, “You know full well that our sex life has become monotonous and boring. I can’t be the only one feeling like this.”

“Well, yeah. I guess I know what you’re talking about. But I promise that I’ll do anything it takes to make you happy again. Now what were you saying before? If you know what you need to be happy…I’ll do it.”

Shehnaz had such a pained look on her face, as if she knew I wouldn’t want to hear what she had to say next. “I-I want to have a threesome. I’ve already got the guy picked out. I just have a feeling that this is exactly what we need to change this rut we’ve been in.”

I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t imagine how this could help our marriage. But all of that doubt was overcome by the look in her eyes. I hadn’t seen her look that happy since Zaid’s birth. I knew that even though I might not be happy about it, this was just what she needed to become happy again.

“You know what…I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever makes you happy, sweetheart. Who did you have in mind?”

You know that software specialist we hired a couple weeks ago?” I knew exactly who she was talking about. In fact, I shouldn’t have been surprised. From the first moment I looked at him I noticed how incredible he was. He might only be 22 years old, but he’s got to be the most well-built man of his age I’ve ever seen.

I never really talked to him, mainly because the few times I did he was short with me and seemed pissed off at me for some reason. He was respectful to me on my face but I could see his agitation behind my back. “I understand that Karthik is only 22 years old, but I bet I can teach him a thing or two. In fact, I bet even you can teach him a little something. Zaid is at one of his friend’s houses tonight. Maybe we can get this together tonight.”

“Well, I guess I can go talk with him. I just saw him outside at the office. Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. This recent boring stretch we’ve been through isn’t fair to either of us. We both deserve a little excitement in our sex life.” I had no idea what she meant by that. I’m not going to have any fun by having a huge black Tamil boy fuck my pinky white muslim wife.

I walked downstairs and out the backdoor. Sitting in our outhouse, where we have given him temporary residence, was Karthik. He was wearing an orange shirt and a lungi doing some work that I had given him. Don’t get me wrong…I’m not gay, but I’ve never seen a better looking dark man in my life. He is basically a living version of those South Indian actors.

Although very dark complexioned, He’s the kind of man that women go crazy about. He stood at a normal height of 5’9, broad shoulders, and definitely wasn’t shy about showing off his dark hairy and manly chest. I stumbled up to him, still dazed by the conversation I just had with my wife.

“Hey, Karthik, can I talk to you about something real quick?”

“Yes Sir. What do you want?” Like every other time I’ve spoken to him, Karthik seemed to be very polite and courteous. But at the same he was very intimidating as well.
“W-Well…Shehnaz, my wife, kind of needs some help from you.” The more I spoke, the more I could see Karthik’s attention being peaked.

“Well sir, I know what she wants. She wants to fuck me, doesn’t she?” I could barely believe what I was hearing. This was quickly becoming the worst day of my life. Judging by the smile on Karthik’s face, I knew that he didn’t object to being with my wife.

“Well…ugh…” I couldn’t even muster up the courage to admit that my wife wanted to have sex with someone else.

“Come on, sir. Tell me that you want me to fuck your wife.” He said with a very clever and cunning tone in his voice.

“I-I…I guess she does. How could you have possible known that, though?”

“Come on, sir…just look at me. I know you muslims and North Indians are crazy for a big black Tamilian cock.” I couldn’t help but stare as he rubbed his hairy chest.
“S-So does that mean that you’ll do it? I know it would mean the world to Shehnaz.”

“Oh, I’ll do it for sure. Don’t you worry, sir. This big Dravidian dick of mine will make her very happy; I’ll guarantee it.” As Karthik walked away I simply could not believe what I had just heard. None of this seemed like a good idea anymore. But something inside of me was awoken.

I’m not sure why…but hearing Karthik talk about his big Tamilian nigger dick got me really worked up. I had heard tales of how Dravidian men were always more endowed than other Muslims and Northies. I guess I would find out soon enough.

That night, I stumbled up the stairs in a groggy state. My mind was swimming with images of Karthik and Shehnaz. I’ve never been more nervous about anything in my life. As I entered into my bedroom, I saw Shehnaz sitting on the side of the bed.

She was wearing one of the hottest lingerie nightgowns I had ever seen. I wasn’t even aware that she had something that nice; she certainly never wore it for me. She glanced over at me for a brief second and smiled.

“Karthik is just in the bathroom freshening up. He said you should do the same.” I quickly ran over and sat down beside her.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart? I can’t help but feel like this is a horrible idea. Do you really want to be with this Madrasi Anna?”

“Oh, Junaid, don’t think about it like that. I don’t want to be with him. I want to be with you…but we both know that you need some help after all these years. Just think of him as a tool you’ll be using to make your wife happy.”

“Oh…okay. I guess that’s not so bad.” I had to lie right to my wife’s face. Her words of encouragement only served to make me even more nervous and unsure.

I walked over to the bathroom door and cracked it open ever so slightly.

“Come on in, Junaid. Let’s get ready.” I stepped through the door and just about fell to the floor. The first sight that met my eyes was a massive limp dick flopping between Karthik’s legs. This beast must have been 6 inches long when flaccid. I didn’t even want to imagine how monstrous that thing would get when hard.

The only thing I could think of was being embarrassed by my own cock. I always thought I was a decent size. I could get up to 5 inches hard, and that normally seemed to be good enough for most girls. Karthik must have noticed me staring in awe. “Bet you’ve never seen one this big, right sir?”

“Well…I-I’ve seen some guys change in X-rated movies, but they were all…ugh…lighter than you.”

“What the fuck does that mean? You mean they weren’t South Indians, right? Yeah, I get that. You so called elite big men never did seem to believe just how hung us Tamilians are. You know why the world thinks Indians have small penises? Because muslims and North Indians like you have pathetic cocks! That is why! But you will see the real power of an Indian cock from Tamil Nadu today.” I was instantly thrown off by his words. I could barely think of what to say next, as Karthik stood in front of me.

“I-I’m sorry for doubting you, Karthik.” My sight fell down to the floor. For some reason I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.

“Holy shit, Junaid sir, you’re already starting to convert. You’re gonna be real easy; I can tell. Well, better get in there. It wouldn’t be right to deny Shehnaz what she really wants.” I wasn’t quite sure what Karthik meant about the whole converting thing, but I couldn’t dwell on it too long. I had to follow Karthik into the bedroom.

I could already tell that he wasn’t the kind of man that you disobeyed. He overpowered over me in every possible way. He could kill me with his pinky finger if I didn’t follow along. As we walked into the bedroom, Shehnaz didn’t even give me a passing glance. The second Karthik passed through the doorway, her eyes light up like I’ve never seen before. She jumped up off the bed and wrapped her arms around Karthik. She smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen her make.

I guess all this was worth it. As long as she was finally happy again, I could handle a little sharing. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She managed to get out a few garbled words as she strained to keep her mouth open.

“Come on boys, let’s get those dicks good and wet for later.” I was amazed to hear Shehnaz speak like that. She hadn’t talked dirty like that since we first met 20 years ago. The second Karthik walked over to her, she grabbed his soft dick and rammed it as far into her throat as she could bear.

She gagged a couple times, still with a smile on her face, then pulled the half hard monster cock out of her mouth and said, “Jesus! If you’re gagging me already when you’re soft, just imagine the kind of damage you’ll do to me when this black cock gets fully hard.”

“Dravidian cock or Tamilian cock or Madrasi cock, like you people always like to discriminate against us South Indians, to be precise! Got that, bitch.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. If I had called Shehnaz a bitch, she would have slapped me right across the face. But instead she just smiled at Karthik and said,

“Oh, sorry about that. I hope a big, strong Madrasi like yourself wasn’t offended by that.” she said as she wrapped both her hands around his now fully erect cock. “Just how big is this monster, anyway?”

“I can get up to 9 inches long and 5 inches thick, when I have a sexy white pinky muslim bitch like you worshiping it.” Karthik grabbed Shehnaz by the ponytail and forced her mouth down on his massive, pulsing cock as hard as he could. I couldn’t help but stare intently in silence for a while. I’ve never seen someone get that rough during sex. He must have pumped my wife’s mouth sore for about 15 minutes straight.

“D-Do you think I can jump in now, Karthik.” The second I spoke, Shehnaz glanced over at me in surprise. She must have forgotten I was there. Within a second, her eyes went right back to Karthik’s cock.

“I’m not quite done yet, sir. I think it’s important that I get the first go at her. I am the guest here after all.” His eyes shifted from down to Shehnaz who was struggling to take every inch down her throat. “Does that sound good to you, bitch?” She didn’t even have breath left to answer. She just slightly nodded her head, then went right back to ruining her throat with the monstrous cock in front of her.

“Oh…O-Okay then. Just let me know when you’re done, Karthik.” He must have thought that was funny, because he left out a little chuckle then started using my wife’s mouth even harder. Huge bundles of slobber spilled out of her mouth, as Karthik rammed it deeper and deeper. A half hour must have gone by and then suddenly I heard, “Ahhhh….fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s it, Karthik. Dump a big load of that sweet black Tamil cum deep in my belly.” She was perched up on her knees as close as she could get to the tip of Karthik’s cock.

“Here it comes, bitch. I’m warning you, though. Once you taste this, you’ll never want to taste anything else.” Those words only made Shehnaz look even more anxious and excited. Within a few jerks of Karthik’s cock, huge torrents of cum started erupting from the tip.

As they did, Karthik let out some of the most masculine and feral sounds I have ever heard a human make. Something about it made me feel ashamed and weak. There was so much thick cum that came out of that black horse cock, I could barely see my wife’s face through the mess. She used her hands to wipe as much of it as she could into her mouth, trying not to waste a single drop. Once she was full, she threw herself onto the bed, stuck her ass straight up into the air and said,

“Oh I’m not done with you yet, Karthik. It’s not every day that I get to play with a horse hung nigger in my bedroom. You’re not leaving till your job is done.” Karthik didn’t miss a beat, and ran right over to Shehnaz. He rested his rock hard cock against her butthole.

“B-But, don’t you think it should be my turn, sweetheart?…I-I’ve been waiting for hours now.” I had finally mustered the courage to speak up.

“Well…how about I just try Karthik in my ass for a little bit. I promise once we’re done with this, it’ll be your turn.” She didn’t look at me once during that sentence. Her eyes were fixed on his veiny, pulsating cock resting on her tight, virgin asshole.

“Yeah! You heard her, wimp. Now step aside, because I’m not even close to done here.”He didn’t call me sir now. Directly I was called a wimp. But this domination, as humiliating as it was, also tunred me on a little bit. Normally, I would be offended by someone talking to me like that…but there was something different about Karthik. Everything he said and did just felt right to me, even if he was kind of rude to me. I was actually more amazed that Shehnaz would even want this. Every time in the past 20 years that I had suggested anal sex, she just said how gross it was and never gave it any thought.

“Come on, Karthik. Don’t take it easy on me. Just ram that big, fat meat stick in there. It should be nice and tight. I’ve never let anyone in there before. I’ve been saving it for an alpha Tamilian fuck stud like you.” This kind of talk must have gone on for hours. I couldn’t even believe what I was seeing and hearing. Karthik just pumped away at my wife’s virgin ass for what seemed like a couple hours. I moved closer to them just so I could get a good look at the action.

I just couldn’t comprehend how someone could keep fucking for that long and not get tired. As the hours went on, I found myself more entranced by Karthik’s body then my wife’s. The sweat dripping down his ripped, dark chest made him look like a god. My wife appeared to be passed out once the second hour hit, but that didn’t stop Karthik. He just kept pumping away like a madman. Finally he slid that massive black cock out of her ass, looked over at me and said,

“You think you could even touch the sides anymore, little muslim boy?” I ignored the rude statement and looked over at my wife’s ass. All I could see was a big black hole where her cute puckered butthole used to be. This chasm must have been at least 3 inches wide. I knew what Karthik meant when he asked me that question.

There was no doubt in my mind that my 4 and a half inch cock would never even touch the sides of her stretched out asshole anymore. I tried to speak, to say something…but I just started to cry. The realization finally hit me that my wife would never be the same after this encounter. Her poor body was now mutilated by this cruel Tamilian, and her body just lied there covered in another man’s cum.

“Are you crying, bitch? The worst hasn’t even happened yet. Check this out…” Karthik grabbed my wife’s ponytail and jerked her head as hard as he could. “I’ve got another big load for you, whore! Where do you want this one?” Shehnaz sprung up from the bed. Apparently the words ‘big load’ were all she needed to hear to get excited.

“I think it’s time I made this family proud. Dump that thick cum right into my cunt. It’s time I had some children that I can actually be proud of. I wanna have a whole litter of your superior black Dravidian babies.”

Karthik just glanced over at me and said, “See, I told you it got worse. Now THIS is when most of you losers start crying.” With that final word, he rammed his gargantuan black dick as deep into Shehnaz’s pussy as he possibly could. Then the grunts and moans started again. I could tell that Karthik was cumming…in fact, he’s such a virile man that the whole neighborhood probably knew he was cumming.

“NOOOO! Please don’t do this.” I cried. I couldn’t bear the thought of my wife having kids that weren’t mine. Shehnaz must have heard my scream, because she looked over at me and said,

“Oh, are you still here? I didn’t realize that you were such a faggot that you like watching another cock go into your wife.” With that last word she closed her eyes, dropped her head onto the pillow, and began snoring within a few seconds. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t even get any words out.

All I could do was sob like a little baby. Somehow my entire life was ruined within one horrible night. And the worst part of this all was that I had asked for this. I had actually begged for a black Tamilian 22 year old boy to fuck my wife. Karthik looked over at me with the most smug look on his face and said,

“So what did you think, sissy boy? Bet you’ve never seen a fuck session like that before, huh?”

“I-I…ugh…” I couldn’t even get words out anymore. I was disgusted and yet somehow amazed by what just happened.

“Didn’t think I could go for that long, huh? Guess you’ve never seen a Tamilian fuck.” I couldn’t even look him in the eye. All I could see what the piles of thick cum pouring out of my wife’s pussy. Karthik must have absolutely filled that her to the brim. “Look at that tiny prick of yours. It’s still hard from the beginning, isn’t it? I guess you never got your turn, huh?”

“Well…ugh…T-Things didn’t exactly turn out as I thought they would.”

“Well, I have a way you could finally join in this threesome.”

“Really? That would be great. It felt a little weird being left out and all.” I assumed Karthik was going to wake up Shehnaz and let me have a turn. It would really only be a consolation prize at this point. My entire marriage was already ruined.

“Yeah. I’ve got a few more loads saved up in this big, fat black balls. At least make yourself a little useful tonight.” Karthik grabbed at his massive balls and shook them around a bit. His giant, flaccid cock flopped around a bit as well. I was actually a little mesmerized. I just couldn’t help but stare in awe at his obviously bigger manhood.

“B-But…I’m not gay. I-I don’t like men.” I couldn’t believe what Karthik was suggesting. Even though there was something amazing about Karthik’s manhood…I still wasn’t interested in doing anything with him.

“You don’t have to be gay to serve a REAL man like me. You don’t have to lie to me. Your little pee pee has been rock hard the entire time I’ve been wagging my Dravidian horse cock in your face.” I couldn’t believe what Karthik was saying. How could this 22 year old boy, a normal engineer, think that I would ‘serve’ him? I’m nobody’s slave.

“Listen, bitch, you either do what I say or I’ll dump the rest of my loads inside your wife’s gaping cunt.” I couldn’t allow that to happen. The more cum that Karthik put inside of her, the better chance he had of making her pregnant. At least now there was still a chance that she wouldn’t get pregnant from one load.

“F-Fine. I’ll do it, Karthik. Just please try not to get her pregnant anymore. I’ll do anything to keep her as mine”

“That’s a good little slave. Now let’s start with a simple blowjob…that’s all. I promise I’ll take it real easy on you.” As much as I wanted to believe him, the big smirk on his face gave away any hope I had. I had just watched him plow my wife mercilessly for a couple hours…but at least I wasn’t taking it in my ass like poor Shehnaz did.

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