Experience of a boy at Indian Wedding
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“Oh hell yeah,” screamed the effeminate bottom.
“Yeah, baby! Take this big dick!”
Oh yes! Give it to me, Big Dick Vik!”
“You like how I plow this boipussy?”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me,” begged the petite, doe-eyed crossdresser.
“This sissy ass is so good!”
“Fuck me like the little faggot I am!”
“Oh yeah, fag,” the wheatish-brown complexioned man.
Vik flipped the slutty fuck doll onto his back. He dove back inside the open rectum. He thrusted furiously. His hairy balls slapped the cute small bubble booty cheeks.
“It feels so good,” whined the deep brown-skinned tart with the cool rose undertone..
“You got the best pussy, Darcy!”
“Thank you! You have a big ole dick!”
“Oh yeah,” he grinned. “Take it!”
“I love this Indian dick!”
“My big Telugu dick, baby!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Ah shit, pussyboi! Ride this big motherfucker!”
Vik hopped on his back. Darcy climbed on top and lowered his svelte body onto the 8¼-inch dick.
“Oh yeah, sexy! Ride it,” the software engineer encouraged as he smacked the punk’s ass cheeks.
“It’s so deep in faggot asspussy!”
“Yeah it is! All up in your stomach, sissy!”
“Oh my god!”
“I love how dress all slutty. This friggin’ hooker boots look great on you! Ahhhh!”
Darcy bounced on it like a trampoline. Vik thrust his pelvis upward. Sweat drenched them both and flooded the sheets.
Next, Vik pinned Darcy on his back and had the sissy’s feet on his hard chest. He plowed and thundered. “This is my ass! I own your sissy pussy!”
“Yes, sir! It’s all yours,” panted the sub.
“Ahhhhhh! Fuck! I’m cummmmmmmming! Arrrgggghhhhhhh!”
Vik collapsed - sweaty and spent.
“That was great,” Darcy heaved.
“Yeah,” grunted the second-generation Indian-American.
“Are you still gonna fuck me after the wedding.”
“I plan on it,” he smiled.
“I hope so, Vikramark,” Darcy used his full name.
Vik laughed.
“Is her name Farishta?”
Vik averted his eyes, “Huh?”
The 29 year-old was unaware of what had transpired prior to his arrival.
===============
Earlier that day, a receptionist saw a fair-skinned woman with super-deep brown hair and nearly black eyes enter the office. The lady pushed her designer sunglasses atop her head. She looked to be middle-aged and relatively well-maintained physically She was accompanied by two other women. One visibly older in a sari. Probably her mother thought the front office employee. The other younger and timid with an olive skin tone. A bit of a hook nose and likely the bride-to-be supposed the judgmental assistant.
“Welcome to D-Squared Productions,” the receptionist smiled. How may I help you?”
“We have an appointment. It should be under Cheedella-Chatrathi wedding,” the woman said plopping down her oversized Dooney & Bourke carryall on the desk.
“Yes ma’am. Let me get them. I think your wedding planner is already here. Have a seat. Would you like some water.”
“No, we’re fine.”
Darcy Newsome and D’Marco Edwards were cousins. They were also the owners of D2 Productions - a film and cinematography company. D’Marco had always dabbled in videography and wanted to make passion documentaries. Darcy was very business minded and convinced him to do weddings & events to pay the bills. D’Marco was the creative, visual mind. Darcy was the salesman & finance guy. It worked out reasonably well.
They relatives were in a conference room with Radha Malhotra, a wedding planner.
Radha said, “Dr. Cheedella is going to be very exacting. I recommended you guys because you did other really good work for me.”
“What do they want? What are the themes,” inquired the filmmaker.
“There’s five events. They’ll want footage at them all. I’ve suggested three cameramen and editing.”
“Cool, cool,” D’Marco shook his head.
“What’s her budget,” Darcy asked succinctly.
“Overall, they’re spending 250 to 300 grand,” the Indian-American Jersey girl explained.
“Okay! So, we won’t be making a dollar out of fifteen cents,” Darcy sat back.
“Excuse me,” the receptionist peeked in the room. “They’re here.”
“I’ll walk out to get them, guys,” Radha stood.
The meeting went well and Dr. Cheedella seemed happy with the vision D’Marco presented. The pediatric cardiologist led her entourage to her black 2017 Mercedes-Benz S 550e.
“Excellent work, guys! I’ll have my assistant forward the contract later today,” Radha said preparing to leave.
“What’s the story with the bride,” Darcy inquired.
“She’s quiet. Youngest c***d. Much prettier older sister. But she’s not a bad catch. She’s in pharmacy school.”
“Nice. And the groom?”
“That’s the thing,” she began. “He’s actually pretty good looking. Software engineer. Master’s from NYU. He was born and raised here. Vik is very Jersey. Guido friends and all. But, Farishta didn’t come here until she was 9 or 10. So, she’s developed differently.”
“Are they a good match,” the businessman pressed.
“Does it matter,” she giggled. “They’ll make it work.”
“I guess.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Radha said. “What do you use on your skin?”
“Buttermilk and brown sugar,” he advised.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve gotta try it! You look great for 35.”
“I’m 40.”
“No way,” she gasped.
Darcy went about his day.
He was happy when he arrived at the condo. He poured a glass of wine and messaged a man who had been dicking him down for about 14 months. Just the thought of his lean, athletic frame, olive-tinted brown skin, and thick 8¼-inch dick drove the effeminate man wild.
-I need that dick!
-Give me 2 hours?
-Yes
-Be ready!
-Yes sir.
Darcy decided to drink some more. He killed a whole bottle of Chardonnay before going to douche and shower.
Vik usually played basketball with his crew on Tuesday evenings. His group of friends was pretty diverse by local standards. The four Italian dudes, a Black guy, and him. The Black amigo was a firefighter and so were of the Italians. One worked for his family’s pizzeria. The last taught special ed.
They played 3-on-3 when they could. This evening it was going to 2-on-2 with one of them serving as point guard for both teams.
After the conclusion, they decided to go to Joey’s restaurant for a pie. Vik begged away.
“Got some pussy lined up,” the dark-skinned man quizzed.
“Nah,” lied Vik. “Wedding stuff.”
“Yo, your shit is gonna be lit,” remarked one of the heavily spray-tanned firemen.
“Yeah. It’s a lot. I know. Indians love weddings.”
“I think it’s great,” Joey offeredl.
“Me too,” said the final guy. “Except for less pussy,”
“Says who,” the artificially darkened one asked. “I get way more pussy now that I got this.” He held up his left hand showcasing his black silicone wedding band with a hand-painted white New York Jets logo.
“We’re not all whores like you,” the African-American chuckled.
“Or you,” added Vik.
They parted ways.
The truth was the six of them all got plenty of play if they wanted it. White chicks. Ebony beauties, Asian hotties. And Vik was no exception. He’d gotten the moniker Big Dick Vik based on his sizable cock
Darcy dressed in a pair yellow fishnet bodystocking. The contrast against his deep brown skin was quite alluring. He affixed a large blonde Afro wig to his head and put on black stilettos. They made him stand about five-feet-nine-inches tall now..
He got a message from Vik saying he’d be there in 10 minutes.
That’s how we got the raunchy fucking.
==============
Vik appeared distressed. He rubbed his close-trimmed, mandorable, full beard.
The crossdressing Darcy sought to put him at ease. “Don’t worry. I’m not a stalker. I think my company is doing the cinematography for you wedding,”
“For real,” the South Asian raised his chin and eyebrows.
“Yes! She came in with her mom and grandmother. I didn’t tell anyone I knew you.”
“Thanks! I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. They’re paying well. Plus, I still get my Big Dick Vik!”
“Yeah, baby! Take this big dick!”
Oh yes! Give it to me, Big Dick Vik!”
“You like how I plow this boipussy?”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me,” begged the petite, doe-eyed crossdresser.
“This sissy ass is so good!”
“Fuck me like the little faggot I am!”
“Oh yeah, fag,” the wheatish-brown complexioned man.
Vik flipped the slutty fuck doll onto his back. He dove back inside the open rectum. He thrusted furiously. His hairy balls slapped the cute small bubble booty cheeks.
“It feels so good,” whined the deep brown-skinned tart with the cool rose undertone..
“You got the best pussy, Darcy!”
“Thank you! You have a big ole dick!”
“Oh yeah,” he grinned. “Take it!”
“I love this Indian dick!”
“My big Telugu dick, baby!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Ah shit, pussyboi! Ride this big motherfucker!”
Vik hopped on his back. Darcy climbed on top and lowered his svelte body onto the 8¼-inch dick.
“Oh yeah, sexy! Ride it,” the software engineer encouraged as he smacked the punk’s ass cheeks.
“It’s so deep in faggot asspussy!”
“Yeah it is! All up in your stomach, sissy!”
“Oh my god!”
“I love how dress all slutty. This friggin’ hooker boots look great on you! Ahhhh!”
Darcy bounced on it like a trampoline. Vik thrust his pelvis upward. Sweat drenched them both and flooded the sheets.
Next, Vik pinned Darcy on his back and had the sissy’s feet on his hard chest. He plowed and thundered. “This is my ass! I own your sissy pussy!”
“Yes, sir! It’s all yours,” panted the sub.
“Ahhhhhh! Fuck! I’m cummmmmmmming! Arrrgggghhhhhhh!”
Vik collapsed - sweaty and spent.
“That was great,” Darcy heaved.
“Yeah,” grunted the second-generation Indian-American.
“Are you still gonna fuck me after the wedding.”
“I plan on it,” he smiled.
“I hope so, Vikramark,” Darcy used his full name.
Vik laughed.
“Is her name Farishta?”
Vik averted his eyes, “Huh?”
The 29 year-old was unaware of what had transpired prior to his arrival.
===============
Earlier that day, a receptionist saw a fair-skinned woman with super-deep brown hair and nearly black eyes enter the office. The lady pushed her designer sunglasses atop her head. She looked to be middle-aged and relatively well-maintained physically She was accompanied by two other women. One visibly older in a sari. Probably her mother thought the front office employee. The other younger and timid with an olive skin tone. A bit of a hook nose and likely the bride-to-be supposed the judgmental assistant.
“Welcome to D-Squared Productions,” the receptionist smiled. How may I help you?”
“We have an appointment. It should be under Cheedella-Chatrathi wedding,” the woman said plopping down her oversized Dooney & Bourke carryall on the desk.
“Yes ma’am. Let me get them. I think your wedding planner is already here. Have a seat. Would you like some water.”
“No, we’re fine.”
Darcy Newsome and D’Marco Edwards were cousins. They were also the owners of D2 Productions - a film and cinematography company. D’Marco had always dabbled in videography and wanted to make passion documentaries. Darcy was very business minded and convinced him to do weddings & events to pay the bills. D’Marco was the creative, visual mind. Darcy was the salesman & finance guy. It worked out reasonably well.
They relatives were in a conference room with Radha Malhotra, a wedding planner.
Radha said, “Dr. Cheedella is going to be very exacting. I recommended you guys because you did other really good work for me.”
“What do they want? What are the themes,” inquired the filmmaker.
“There’s five events. They’ll want footage at them all. I’ve suggested three cameramen and editing.”
“Cool, cool,” D’Marco shook his head.
“What’s her budget,” Darcy asked succinctly.
“Overall, they’re spending 250 to 300 grand,” the Indian-American Jersey girl explained.
“Okay! So, we won’t be making a dollar out of fifteen cents,” Darcy sat back.
“Excuse me,” the receptionist peeked in the room. “They’re here.”
“I’ll walk out to get them, guys,” Radha stood.
The meeting went well and Dr. Cheedella seemed happy with the vision D’Marco presented. The pediatric cardiologist led her entourage to her black 2017 Mercedes-Benz S 550e.
“Excellent work, guys! I’ll have my assistant forward the contract later today,” Radha said preparing to leave.
“What’s the story with the bride,” Darcy inquired.
“She’s quiet. Youngest c***d. Much prettier older sister. But she’s not a bad catch. She’s in pharmacy school.”
“Nice. And the groom?”
“That’s the thing,” she began. “He’s actually pretty good looking. Software engineer. Master’s from NYU. He was born and raised here. Vik is very Jersey. Guido friends and all. But, Farishta didn’t come here until she was 9 or 10. So, she’s developed differently.”
“Are they a good match,” the businessman pressed.
“Does it matter,” she giggled. “They’ll make it work.”
“I guess.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Radha said. “What do you use on your skin?”
“Buttermilk and brown sugar,” he advised.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve gotta try it! You look great for 35.”
“I’m 40.”
“No way,” she gasped.
Darcy went about his day.
He was happy when he arrived at the condo. He poured a glass of wine and messaged a man who had been dicking him down for about 14 months. Just the thought of his lean, athletic frame, olive-tinted brown skin, and thick 8¼-inch dick drove the effeminate man wild.
-I need that dick!
-Give me 2 hours?
-Yes
-Be ready!
-Yes sir.
Darcy decided to drink some more. He killed a whole bottle of Chardonnay before going to douche and shower.
Vik usually played basketball with his crew on Tuesday evenings. His group of friends was pretty diverse by local standards. The four Italian dudes, a Black guy, and him. The Black amigo was a firefighter and so were of the Italians. One worked for his family’s pizzeria. The last taught special ed.
They played 3-on-3 when they could. This evening it was going to 2-on-2 with one of them serving as point guard for both teams.
After the conclusion, they decided to go to Joey’s restaurant for a pie. Vik begged away.
“Got some pussy lined up,” the dark-skinned man quizzed.
“Nah,” lied Vik. “Wedding stuff.”
“Yo, your shit is gonna be lit,” remarked one of the heavily spray-tanned firemen.
“Yeah. It’s a lot. I know. Indians love weddings.”
“I think it’s great,” Joey offeredl.
“Me too,” said the final guy. “Except for less pussy,”
“Says who,” the artificially darkened one asked. “I get way more pussy now that I got this.” He held up his left hand showcasing his black silicone wedding band with a hand-painted white New York Jets logo.
“We’re not all whores like you,” the African-American chuckled.
“Or you,” added Vik.
They parted ways.
The truth was the six of them all got plenty of play if they wanted it. White chicks. Ebony beauties, Asian hotties. And Vik was no exception. He’d gotten the moniker Big Dick Vik based on his sizable cock
Darcy dressed in a pair yellow fishnet bodystocking. The contrast against his deep brown skin was quite alluring. He affixed a large blonde Afro wig to his head and put on black stilettos. They made him stand about five-feet-nine-inches tall now..
He got a message from Vik saying he’d be there in 10 minutes.
That’s how we got the raunchy fucking.
==============
Vik appeared distressed. He rubbed his close-trimmed, mandorable, full beard.
The crossdressing Darcy sought to put him at ease. “Don’t worry. I’m not a stalker. I think my company is doing the cinematography for you wedding,”
“For real,” the South Asian raised his chin and eyebrows.
“Yes! She came in with her mom and grandmother. I didn’t tell anyone I knew you.”
“Thanks! I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. They’re paying well. Plus, I still get my Big Dick Vik!”
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