How Garima Madam cuckolded me . . .

. . . as she deserves, and as EXPERTLY as only SHE COULD! 

Paye Lagu, Garima Madam. You truly WERE one of the best, and still are!

(Madam . . . JI!)

I’ve spoken a lot about Master Jerome, and how Garima Madam made me not just suck his cock like the true bitch I am, but also “press their feet” as they slept afterward! 

But I haven’t spoken about her other stud, a guy with a LONGGG cock called Rakesh, and I’ll speak about him now.

“Come in, Rakesh”, called Garima.

Rakesh? Did she know him? Confused, I moved aside as he entered the apartment, looking knowingly at me as he did so.

Oh boy, it’s finally going to happen, I thought, a light bulb going off inside my brain.

She was speaking about cuckolding me last night, and it might just happen finally, I thought.

And I have to admit that though the fantasy turned me on, I was actually quite nervous at that point as I had never ever in my life thought I’d be playing this particular fantasy out in real life!

They were relaxing in the living room as I entered, both of them feeling each other up.

“Get us a couple of beers, boy”, Garima ordered, without taking her eyes off Rakesh.

This can’t be actually happening, I thought! I’m standing here like a servant while this young Indian couple kisses and orders me around!

A scene straight out one of the cuckold videos I used to watch so often, I thought at the same time, a rush of blood rushing to my loins, as I brought them the beers.

Would I finally be cuckolded, albeit not by a man with a long black cock, but an Indian man?

What sort of cock was it..?

They had gotten more intimate in those few minutes, clearly planning on a romp in the sack if not several.

“We have a couple of hours, don’t we honey”, asked Garima.

“Yeah, a couple…” returned Rakesh, busy feeling Garima’s small bouncy breasts.

A couple of hours before what, I wondered? Before he’s gotta go to work?

“Help him off with his clothes boy”, commanded Garima, while kissing him deeply as he reciprocated, tossing his shirt off as he did so.

He was reed thin, I noticed, but also quite strong. All steel and whalebone, I thought, looking at the taut muscles all over his upper body.

Red faced, I knelt, and unbuckled his jeans as they fell to the floor, exposing a set of red Jockey underpants. He stepped out of the jeans casually, ignoring me, as I took down his underwear, trembling with anticipation at what was about to come.

And I was soon rewarded with the sight of a thick Indian cock, hanging snugly over a set of jet black hair balls, the girth of his dick in stark contrast to his slim body.

It was the first time I had seen an Indian cock, and I am not ashamed to admit the sight turned me on big time, my own penis rising to attention in less than a second, just looking at that juicy, uncut piece of meat.

His cock was larger than mine even in a flaccid state, I thought, my gaze transfixed upon the head, covered by a layer of foreskin, hanging loosely yet invitingly over the head.

And though I’d never really had any homosexual experiences or thoughts apart from my cuckold fantasies, a part of me desperately wanted to taste that cock.

To taste it, to see what the head looked like, to touch that smooth, pulsating shaft.

To kiss the cock head, smooch it, service it until the cum shot out all over my face…

And as if on cue, Garima disengaged herself from Rakesh’s arms, looking down at me in that knowing manner I had come to recognize so well (and lust after) ever since I met her.

“He likes your cock”, she giggled.

“As he should…this is a real man’s cock, as opposed to that disgusting dribbly dicklet of his!”, she continued, peeling his foreskin back carefully, and then lovingly taking his cock head into her mouth and sucking it.

“How come really slim men have the thickest cocks, Mike, while lumps of lard like you have, well, that. . .?” she giggled, taking a short break from sucking Rakesh’s erect manhood.

(And I’ve written about this before, of course. As an ex of mine once told me, those slimmest guys do have the sexiest COCKS! ;))

He was enjoying the blowjob as much as any man would do, grinning down at me as well, while Garima looked at me as she serviced him; something she’d never ever do for me at any cost.

I stared, my mouth dry with the reality of what was going on in front of me.

My Madam didn’t even allow me to look at her pussy while jerking off, when she did allow me orgasms, and here she was, hungrily sucking this Indian guy’s cock as if she was addicted to it!

“This seems to turn him on, baby,” laughed Rakesh, pulling his shiny hard organ out of Garima’s mouth, and walking over confidently to me, his strong legs and flat stomach accentuated even more by his manhood, which bobbed up and down as it approached me, the purplish head wet with pre-cum and Garima’s saliva.

“You like that, you fucking slut?” he asked, knowing the answer he’d receive.

And though I’d never, ever dreamt of having another man’s hard cock so close to my face, so aroused was I that all I could think of was servicing that shiny piece of meat myself.

“Yes…Yes, Sir”, I said, barely managing to get the words out, my throat dry with anticipation.

And as I said it, his cock seemed to harden and rise another inch, the sight of an older white man so turned on by his cock clearly pleasing Rakesh.

“Kiss the head, boy”, he commanded.

As if I needed any further invitation at that point! I bent forward and gently kissed the very tip of his penis, right at his pee hole. His penis smelt clean enough, except for the slight smell of piss, but that didn’t bother me one bit.

I kissed his penis again, without waiting for him to ask me, this time under the helmet, right where the head joins the shaft, and Garima started laughing hysterically as I did this.

“Oh, no! You’ve actually done it, you little bitch!” she remarked with genuine amusement.

“Oh, there’s more to come, baby”, snickered Rakesh. “Here, suck the head now, boy”, he commanded, lifting his turgid weapon up and letting it go, sort of like a catapult, and it hit me right on the nose, his cock head pointing upwards between my eyes, his hairy, smelly balls almost on my chin.

Garima slid her pretty hands forward as well, and stroked his organ, offering it to me at mouth level.

“Come on, boy. Let’s see you sucking him off”, she sneered, her slim fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, the contrast sharp between her gleaming red nails and the black, hot, veiny shaft they were wrapped around.

The blood roaring in my ears, the sight before me more erotic than anything I’d ever seen, I moved forward, and took the head of his organ lovingly into my mouth, sucking it as I would a lollipop, my lips providing most of the stimulation.

I occasionally stopped to lick his balls once in a while, something he seemed to enjoy immensely as I took each sack into my mouth, being careful not to pierce the delicate skin with my teeth.

And soon enough, Rakesh was moaning loudly with each pleasure inducing sucking motion, at which point I took the entirety of his penis into my mouth for a change, seeing how much he’d like it.

“Oh, fuck yeah, you white bitch”, groaned Rakesh, stuffing his penis in even further so that my nose was literally touching his groin, a musty smell filling my nostrils while his cock plunged down my throat, causing my gag reflex to kick in involuntarily.

Garima giggled as I gagged, saying something in Hindi to Rakesh.

He responded by shoving his cock down my throat even further, so much so that I could literally feel the bulbous head against the upper part of my windpipe, while I fought to control my gag reflex.

And without further ado, he started to fuck my mouth back and forth, just as if it was a pussy.

He was so turned on at that point that I thought he’d explode any moment, and this without having any sort of physical sexual contact with Garima other than her sucking him off a little bit.

“Ahhh”, he moaned, as I felt the muscles at the base of his weapon tighten that one last time, knowing what was coming.

“Ahhh, yeah, you fucking bitch. Aah, I’ve always wanted to mouth fuck a…” he groaned, coming closer to the point of no-return with every powerful thrust, his balls slapping furiously against my chin as if they were rocking back and forth in a powerful wind.

And without warning, a huge, sticky load of cum shot into my throat, again causing me to gag, but it was too late.

“Oh, fuck yeah”, moaned Rakesh, as each blast of hot goo splattered down my throat, and started to slide down my face as I gagged, trying to control myself.

“Oh yeah, you fucking bitch!”

“Oh yeah! Oh YEAH!”, he gasped as his balls finally started to drain, and his erection began to subside, leaving my mouth filled with his tangy, bitter tasting cum, and my brain reeling with pure adrenaline, shock and lust at what had just gone down.

Garima was no less turned on, as I could see from her eyes.

Rakesh collapsed on the couch, a huge grin on his face, the sort of silly grin one often gets after a mind blowing orgasm, his semi-erect cock dripping with left over cum.

“This is going to be a huge part of your sex life from here on in, boy”, commented Garima, pointing at the head of his cock, as Rakesh laughed.

She kissed him deeply, while ordering me to go wash my mouth out with soap and water, which I did, accompanied by jeering comments from the two of them, sprawled messily on my couch.

When I returned, I found then in the same position I had left them in, kissing deeply, Garima clearly wanting more from Rakesh.

And she DID get more, but thats for another post, perhaps!  For now, it’s adios- do write back and let me know how you liked this particular occurence, CUCKIE BOY! 

Best

Mike Watson

P.S.- Here is where you can read more about the INCOMPARABLE Garima Madam . . . JI! — https://spicyanderoticfetish.com/books/indian-femdom/garima-madams-bitch/

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