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In winter this year I had to go to India on business. This time I came to Bhadrak city located in the south-east of India. I was there for a week talking. After the meetings, I changed into a long skirt and loose blouse and visited the city. Like this Indian city, it was picturesque and foreign. There are not many white people there, so I quickly became an attraction for the inhabitants. Women accosted me, boys asked me to take pictures with them. Several times, while posing for photographs, the boys embraced me and, as if by chance, put their hands on my chest. It amused me, but I do not hide it also excited.
One afternoon, wandering the narrow streets of the old town, passing speeding tuk-tuks and mopeds, I saw in front of me a small gate with some shady garden. I went inside wanting to find a moment of silence and shadow. Inside, it turned out that I was standing in front of an old stone temple of a deity. I watched the reliefs surrounding them with highly erotic themes with interest when suddenly a priest dressed in an orange robe came up to me. We greeted, asked where I was from, said he had never even been to Europe. He asked how I came to the temple because it is not described in the guidebooks and actually other people than Hindus come to them.
I explained that I was fascinated by an Indian street and that I love to walk among the narrow streets away from the elite neighborhoods.
Throughout our conversation, he watched me closely and then said that it was definitely the goddess who brought me to them. I smiled and said it was possible.
He said that the goddess Kali would take place at night and asked if she would like to participate. He said he believed that the goddess wanted me to be in front of her altar that day. I replied that I would gladly take part, but that I would not come here ** once. He smiled - we'll bring you. He said.
Because I was a bit tired I came back to the hotel with a tuk tuk and went to bed. Around 9pm the phone woke me up. Someone reminded me of going out at night and asked me to wait on the street outside the hotel at 11 PM.
Awake and interested, I quickly jumped into the shower and took a good bath.
After dinner at the hotel, I apologized to my team and went out into the street. There, a young boy approached me, bowed respectfully and said he was to take me to the temple. We went together to a tuk tuka and after a half hour drive we stopped in front of the temple. I was surprised to see that the courtyard was empty and dark. I was even a little scared, but then a familiar priest appeared. After greeting, he explained that the celebrations will start in an hour and for now invite me to a traditional tea. In a modest cell from the kettle he poured me a fragrant strong tea with some sweet additions. We talked about India, their culture, social relations and I became more and more excited. I turned pink, I started to breathe quickly, and the priest clapped his hands. Two women dressed in traditional saris came into the room, came to me, bowed without a word, took my hands and led me to the next room, in which stood a stone bath full of steaming water smelling of some herbs. There was a smell of incense in the air, the sound of a flute coming from afar.
I was not stunned by all this, when the women began to undress me and then led me to the bathtub. I lay there for a long time enjoying hot, fragrant oily water, then the women lifted me up and washed me with thick cotton towels. After leaving the bathtub, I was very weak and led to a stone platform. There I lay down and the women shaved my crotch and pussy thoroughly with stone knives, rubbing my whole body with fragrant oil. I was incredibly excited by this scenery, naked, I lay on a stone, and two dark-skinned women with long black hair bent over my body touching the most intimate places.
Hot bath rubbed with oils I drifted from this reality.
After a dozen or so minutes of this erotic massage, women lifted me from the stone and started dressing. But not in my European thong, skirt and blouse. They put on a loose robe of black-red silk, a sort of voluminous silk coat. They put wreaths of flowers around my neck, and put a golden decorative tiara on my head. So dressed they led them to the Temple Hall.
I already knew that sex would be expected of me, but I was so excited that I expected it.
In the large stone temple hall in the place of the altar stood a large stone statue of the goddess Kali. She was wearing the same coat, parted and revealing numerous breasts, and her head was decorated with the same tiara as mine. At his foot stood a stone armchair tossed with orange velvet petals. Women led me to him and I sat down as if on a throne.
At the moment the drums rang and a series of Hindu boys with flowers on their necks entered the room. A priest dressed in a long red and gold robe stood before them. In a language I did not know, the hymn that the boys took on. I thought they would fuck me one by one. I sat on a pillow of flowers and my thighs twitched nervously waiting for the first one to come and possess me. My hips twitched to the rhythm of the drums and uncontrollable moans escaped my lips. It was my surprise when I saw that a number of boys parted and a dark-skinned giant with an elephant's head appears between them. He was naked and his raised proboscis was answered by a giant elephant cock sticking out in his lower abdomen. I was terrified that this great instrument would penetrate my pussy, which all my lovers loved with their narrowness and elasticity. I wanted to get up and run away, but my legs refused to obey me.
I felt, however, how my body was swollen. My breasts filled up, my nipples hardened and I felt soft hot moisture in my crotch.
The giant approached me to the beat of the drum. At the sight of the approaching member my thighs parted, but instead of lowering to my hips, he hung a prick over my face and I instinctively opened my mouth and took this wonderful member between my lips. His greatness was evidenced by the fact that I had to embrace him with both hands and I couldn't take the rest of the whole mouth anyway.
He stood motionless in front of me for a few minutes and I walked with his hands over this huge hot pole and caressed his head with the tongue.
I felt his cock stiffen and stretch so that I excitedly excited myself, let the coat fall sideways and cuddled with my bare breasts into his black-brown thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a series of boys clap to the rhythm of the drum and the rhythm of my sliding hand and mouth movements on the member.
Suddenly the rhythm of the drums changed. The beats were slower but the sound was deeper. The man standing in front of me stepped back, its member slipped out of my mouth and he leaned forward directing his manhood towards my thighs.
Unable to wait, I parted my thighs and lifted my pussy even more, notwithstanding that I open myself not only to the member of the man standing above me, but also to the looks of a dozen young boys who greedily stared at my naked body of a white mature woman.
However, in the rhythm of the drums, I could not feel their eyes but only the pulsing of the pussy, which was getting orgasm at the sight of a black dick approaching it.
I don't even know how it happened that at one point I felt that the head I had just caressed with my tongue touched my vulva and then I opened and took in myself with a cry of pleasure is a foreign big body.
The wreaths of flowers on my breasts were wiped by his huge strong hands, which greedily grabbed my white breasts, and squeezed so that I pulled them even more firmly giving in to his hugs
At the same time, my hips burned with the desire for pain and pleasure that I felt when his stiff manhood was slow slowly and then penetrating my hips deeper and deeper.
Pussy tense to the limit, despite everything, spasmodically contracted embracing the cock tight grip. I would never have guessed that I would be so excited that I would take on a monstrous member and instead of pain I would feel pleasure when he pulls my pussy almost going to my womb. This lively Ganesha, to the rhythm of the drum, slipped almost all out of my pussy and then stuck into my body again. It took a long time. His hands squeezed my breasts, his cock exploded my pussy and I had one orgasm after another.
And I never thought that I could scream with excitement like when a powerful ejaculation hit his burning hips. After a while I felt like a moment ago, steel-rigid member softens, slightly sagging but still squeezed by the muscles of my pussy remains in me moving slowly.
It was amazing because I never once touched this amazing body with my mouth except for taking a dick in it.
After a while, the giant straightened out, despite her resistance member from the pussy and turned to lookers shaking his wet member from my juice and cum.
At this sight, everyone fell to their knees and hit their heads on the floor.
I was exhausted, like after a night at the agency, I lay limp on a stone throne and white sperm flowed from my pussy staining the orange velvet on which I sat. The drums fell silent and the flute sounded.
Only then did the priest in charge of the rite come to me, help me come down from the throne and put me naked on the coffee beans s**ttered across the floor. And it was a sign for these young boys. Each of them came to me in turn, lay on my body and put a dick in my pussy. I was amazed because despite the fact that I was pushed for a long time by a big dick and I felt these little dick, show they penetrate my burning pussy, how they move in it and how they leave their portions of sperm.
I embraced these young bodies with tenderness like their mothers and mistresses and kissed their faces with kisses. It wasn't until the dawn came that the flutes fell silent, the last boy gushed in my body and the women came to the room, which helped me to stand up and led me to the cell where I could rest
One afternoon, wandering the narrow streets of the old town, passing speeding tuk-tuks and mopeds, I saw in front of me a small gate with some shady garden. I went inside wanting to find a moment of silence and shadow. Inside, it turned out that I was standing in front of an old stone temple of a deity. I watched the reliefs surrounding them with highly erotic themes with interest when suddenly a priest dressed in an orange robe came up to me. We greeted, asked where I was from, said he had never even been to Europe. He asked how I came to the temple because it is not described in the guidebooks and actually other people than Hindus come to them.
I explained that I was fascinated by an Indian street and that I love to walk among the narrow streets away from the elite neighborhoods.
Throughout our conversation, he watched me closely and then said that it was definitely the goddess who brought me to them. I smiled and said it was possible.
He said that the goddess Kali would take place at night and asked if she would like to participate. He said he believed that the goddess wanted me to be in front of her altar that day. I replied that I would gladly take part, but that I would not come here ** once. He smiled - we'll bring you. He said.
Because I was a bit tired I came back to the hotel with a tuk tuk and went to bed. Around 9pm the phone woke me up. Someone reminded me of going out at night and asked me to wait on the street outside the hotel at 11 PM.
Awake and interested, I quickly jumped into the shower and took a good bath.
After dinner at the hotel, I apologized to my team and went out into the street. There, a young boy approached me, bowed respectfully and said he was to take me to the temple. We went together to a tuk tuka and after a half hour drive we stopped in front of the temple. I was surprised to see that the courtyard was empty and dark. I was even a little scared, but then a familiar priest appeared. After greeting, he explained that the celebrations will start in an hour and for now invite me to a traditional tea. In a modest cell from the kettle he poured me a fragrant strong tea with some sweet additions. We talked about India, their culture, social relations and I became more and more excited. I turned pink, I started to breathe quickly, and the priest clapped his hands. Two women dressed in traditional saris came into the room, came to me, bowed without a word, took my hands and led me to the next room, in which stood a stone bath full of steaming water smelling of some herbs. There was a smell of incense in the air, the sound of a flute coming from afar.
I was not stunned by all this, when the women began to undress me and then led me to the bathtub. I lay there for a long time enjoying hot, fragrant oily water, then the women lifted me up and washed me with thick cotton towels. After leaving the bathtub, I was very weak and led to a stone platform. There I lay down and the women shaved my crotch and pussy thoroughly with stone knives, rubbing my whole body with fragrant oil. I was incredibly excited by this scenery, naked, I lay on a stone, and two dark-skinned women with long black hair bent over my body touching the most intimate places.
Hot bath rubbed with oils I drifted from this reality.
After a dozen or so minutes of this erotic massage, women lifted me from the stone and started dressing. But not in my European thong, skirt and blouse. They put on a loose robe of black-red silk, a sort of voluminous silk coat. They put wreaths of flowers around my neck, and put a golden decorative tiara on my head. So dressed they led them to the Temple Hall.
I already knew that sex would be expected of me, but I was so excited that I expected it.
In the large stone temple hall in the place of the altar stood a large stone statue of the goddess Kali. She was wearing the same coat, parted and revealing numerous breasts, and her head was decorated with the same tiara as mine. At his foot stood a stone armchair tossed with orange velvet petals. Women led me to him and I sat down as if on a throne.
At the moment the drums rang and a series of Hindu boys with flowers on their necks entered the room. A priest dressed in a long red and gold robe stood before them. In a language I did not know, the hymn that the boys took on. I thought they would fuck me one by one. I sat on a pillow of flowers and my thighs twitched nervously waiting for the first one to come and possess me. My hips twitched to the rhythm of the drums and uncontrollable moans escaped my lips. It was my surprise when I saw that a number of boys parted and a dark-skinned giant with an elephant's head appears between them. He was naked and his raised proboscis was answered by a giant elephant cock sticking out in his lower abdomen. I was terrified that this great instrument would penetrate my pussy, which all my lovers loved with their narrowness and elasticity. I wanted to get up and run away, but my legs refused to obey me.
I felt, however, how my body was swollen. My breasts filled up, my nipples hardened and I felt soft hot moisture in my crotch.
The giant approached me to the beat of the drum. At the sight of the approaching member my thighs parted, but instead of lowering to my hips, he hung a prick over my face and I instinctively opened my mouth and took this wonderful member between my lips. His greatness was evidenced by the fact that I had to embrace him with both hands and I couldn't take the rest of the whole mouth anyway.
He stood motionless in front of me for a few minutes and I walked with his hands over this huge hot pole and caressed his head with the tongue.
I felt his cock stiffen and stretch so that I excitedly excited myself, let the coat fall sideways and cuddled with my bare breasts into his black-brown thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a series of boys clap to the rhythm of the drum and the rhythm of my sliding hand and mouth movements on the member.
Suddenly the rhythm of the drums changed. The beats were slower but the sound was deeper. The man standing in front of me stepped back, its member slipped out of my mouth and he leaned forward directing his manhood towards my thighs.
Unable to wait, I parted my thighs and lifted my pussy even more, notwithstanding that I open myself not only to the member of the man standing above me, but also to the looks of a dozen young boys who greedily stared at my naked body of a white mature woman.
However, in the rhythm of the drums, I could not feel their eyes but only the pulsing of the pussy, which was getting orgasm at the sight of a black dick approaching it.
I don't even know how it happened that at one point I felt that the head I had just caressed with my tongue touched my vulva and then I opened and took in myself with a cry of pleasure is a foreign big body.
The wreaths of flowers on my breasts were wiped by his huge strong hands, which greedily grabbed my white breasts, and squeezed so that I pulled them even more firmly giving in to his hugs
At the same time, my hips burned with the desire for pain and pleasure that I felt when his stiff manhood was slow slowly and then penetrating my hips deeper and deeper.
Pussy tense to the limit, despite everything, spasmodically contracted embracing the cock tight grip. I would never have guessed that I would be so excited that I would take on a monstrous member and instead of pain I would feel pleasure when he pulls my pussy almost going to my womb. This lively Ganesha, to the rhythm of the drum, slipped almost all out of my pussy and then stuck into my body again. It took a long time. His hands squeezed my breasts, his cock exploded my pussy and I had one orgasm after another.
And I never thought that I could scream with excitement like when a powerful ejaculation hit his burning hips. After a while I felt like a moment ago, steel-rigid member softens, slightly sagging but still squeezed by the muscles of my pussy remains in me moving slowly.
It was amazing because I never once touched this amazing body with my mouth except for taking a dick in it.
After a while, the giant straightened out, despite her resistance member from the pussy and turned to lookers shaking his wet member from my juice and cum.
At this sight, everyone fell to their knees and hit their heads on the floor.
I was exhausted, like after a night at the agency, I lay limp on a stone throne and white sperm flowed from my pussy staining the orange velvet on which I sat. The drums fell silent and the flute sounded.
Only then did the priest in charge of the rite come to me, help me come down from the throne and put me naked on the coffee beans s**ttered across the floor. And it was a sign for these young boys. Each of them came to me in turn, lay on my body and put a dick in my pussy. I was amazed because despite the fact that I was pushed for a long time by a big dick and I felt these little dick, show they penetrate my burning pussy, how they move in it and how they leave their portions of sperm.
I embraced these young bodies with tenderness like their mothers and mistresses and kissed their faces with kisses. It wasn't until the dawn came that the flutes fell silent, the last boy gushed in my body and the women came to the room, which helped me to stand up and led me to the cell where I could rest
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