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Hey guys, it’s Freya. I’m back with another one of my sexual incidents. Today, I’m going to take you all further back into my life than in my previous story. If you guys want to know about my family, please read the last part.
I was just a young girl. It was still my first semester in college. I was living in a different city, far from my home. I used to get allowances from my family. But I used to be a hefty spender and often ran out of money quickly.
On one fine day, I was walking down the street. It was like any other noon. Dull, boring, and warm. Suddenly, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around to look.
There, just behind me, was a tall white guy. He was as white as one could get. He had short blonde hair and deep-blue eyes. He had tattoos on his left arm and wore earrings.
“I’m really sorry to have startled you like that,” he said in a British accent, “Could you help me a bit?”
“Sure. I would love to,” I replied cheerfully.
“As you can tell, I’m a tourist here from a foreign country. I’m looking for a place where I could go and enjoy the local cuisine. Can you point me in the right direction?” he asked politely.
“Sure. Why not,” I replied pleasantly, “I’ll take you there myself.”
“That jolly nice of you. I’m Gary, by the way.”
“I’m Freya.”
We shook hands, and I led him toward the restaurant. We took a right from the roundabout and headed south. Within 10 minutes, we were at the restaurant.
“There you go! This is the one,” I said joyfully.
“Would you like to join me?” Gary asked politely. “I mean, it’s a bit awkward to eat lunch alone.”
“Um – I’d love to,” I hesitated, “but I cannot pay for my lunch here. I’m a bit short on money these days.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll pay. Consider it my treat,” Gary said immediately.
“Are you sure?” I asked inquiringly.
“Pretty positive,” Gary said cheerfully.
I sat my bag down and took the chair across from him.
“So, you don’t have a job?” Gary quizzed.
“Nope, I’m a student,” I answered.
“You can work somewhere part-time?”
“We don’t have the concept of part-time work in India. We rely on the money we get from our parents as pocket money.”
“What happened to your pocket money?”
“Blew it on shopping and party,” I said, smiling, “now I have to ration everything to get through this month.”
“Speaking like a true college girl,” Gary remarked, “You have a very un-Indian name. How’s that?” he asked intriguingly.
“That’s because my dad is an American guy. White and blonde. That’s why I have an un-Indian name,” I explained.
“And your mother is Indian?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
“So, you took your mother’s skin colour.”
“Yes, I did,” I answered, “but some of my siblings took my dad’s skin colour. They are white like you. Some are even blonde.”
Just then, the waiter arrived. Gary let me place the order. After lunch, Gary asked me if I could escort him to the market. There he requested me to assist him in buying clothes. I obliged.
I picked out clothes for him. Provided my input wherever necessary. He even insisted on buying me some clothes as a gift. At first, I politely turned the offer down, but he insisted. I eventually accepted.
Once the shopping was done, we had coffee together. After that, I left for my hostel, and he left for his hotel. But before leaving, he invited me to tag along with him on his site-seeing tour. He was charming and funny, and I enjoyed his company.
The next morning, I met him at the same coffee shop. We had breakfast together. After that, we left for a little site-seeing. Our first stop was the fort. It was still before noon and also a weekday. So, it was not as crowded as it would have been on a Sunday.
I wore a pair of blue jeans, a black shirt, and a denim jacket. My sunglasses covered my eyes, and my trusted handbag was slung on my right shoulder. Gary was in full touristy mode. He wore a hat, a colourful floral t-shirt, Khaki shorts, and slippers. I, on the other hand, went in long boots.
Gary picked up his camera and started taking pictures. He asked me to pose for him at different spots. He took a few pictures of us together. We climbed up the stairs, walked along the perimeter, and gradually took our path behind the entrance.
We walked into a corner. There were high walls on 3 sides and a narrow passage that led us into that corner. The walls reached the height of my chest. I looked over the parapet. Down at the far right was the entrance. Right beneath us was an empty lawn that was littered with trash.
“Nice view up here,” he remarked.
“The breeze is a bit cool today,” I added.
“You come here often?” he asked.
“No, just my second time. Not too big on money, remember,” I replied.
“Speaking of money, would you do something for me?”
“Do – what?” I asked sceptically.
“I want you to show me your boobs,” he said straightforwardly.
“Excuse me!” I exclaimed.
“Hey, I took you out for lunch to a fancy restaurant. I bought you clothes and shoes. This is the least you could do for me,” he argued.
“But -”
“Come on. There’s no one here. Just show me your boobs.”
“Fine,” I sighed after thinking for a bit.
I sat my bag down on the stone floor and lifted my shirt and bra.
“My God! They are amazing,” he commented admiringly. He clawed his hands and slowly moved them towards my exposed breasts.
“Hey,” I pulled my bra and shirt down, “It was only about seeing them, not touching them.”
“I want to touch them.”
“No,” I rejected out-rightly. “Thank you for the food and clothes. But I think we are done here.” I picked up my bag and threatened to leave.
He grabbed my arm, pushed me back, and said, “I’ll pay you 1 thousand rupees if you let me touch your tits.”
“What!”
“Think about it. You are short on money. I can give you that. Just let me touch your boobs,” he took his wallet out and handed me 1000 rupees.
I looked at the money. It was indeed 1000 rupees. I thought about it. My brain constantly badgered me to accept the money. There’s no big deal. 1000 rupees to just let him touch my breasts. That’s more than a fair deal. I pocketed the money and lifted my shirt and bra.
He grabbed my boobs, pinched my nipples, licked them, sucked them, and moved his fingers all around my breasts. I had just fixed my bra and shirt when he offered me more money. This time 2000 rupees.
“What’s this for?” I asked sharply.
“Take off your shirt and bra and toss them over the wall. Just keep your jacket on. Do it, and the money is yours.”
I took the money and did as he said. I took off my shirt and bra and tossed them over the wall. Down they went into the pile of trash. I put my jacket on, but he stopped me from buttoning it up beyond my waist. As a result, half of my boobs were visible.
He asked me to pose and take pictures like that, exposing the side of my boobs. People stared at me as we walked past them. They would stare at my boobs with ogle eyes. After that, we went to other places and then had lunch at another restaurant.
After lunch, I decided to get back to my hostel. He offered to walk with me. There was a shortcut that led to my apartment. It was the path that usually would save me half an hour. But there was one problem. That path was extremely secluded. Hardly anyone used it.
I don’t know why I took that path that day. But if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to share this story today.
It was still broad daylight. To our left was a long row of small houses. They either had two or three storeys. But none of them opened onto that road. They all had their backs facing that road.
To our right was the long fence that marked the boundary of an old railway station. It was built during the British era but had been out of use for decades. Trains did roll along those tracks, but none ever stopped there.
As we walked, Gary put his arm around my shoulders. His arms were long, and his hands reached my breasts easily. He shoved his hand down my jacket and pressed my boobs as we walked up the road. He had been doing this throughout the day, ever since the fort visit.
Suddenly, he stopped me and pinned me against the wall of one of the houses.
“I want you to suck my dick,” he said assertively.
“WHAT! No way,” I turned him down.
“How about this,” he pulled his wallet out again. This time, he offered me 3000 rupees. “You can have the money. All you gotta do is suck my dick,” he took the money and shoved it into my pocket.
“But – here! What if someone opens the window and looks down,” I protested.
“Come with me,” he took my arm and pulled me away.
There was an opening in the fence. We walked through it. We crossed the track and got to the other side. The old platform was still there. However, the grass covered all the stones. Creepers blanket the only bench that was left there.
I got down on my knees and unbuckled his shorts. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His long white cock was semi-hard. I took it in my hand, jerked it a bit, and put it in my mouth. His tip was laced with pre-cum already.
“Oh yes, baby girl. Oh yes,” Gary said softly as I moved my lips back and forth around his cock. I jerked it while licked his balls and took them in my mouth. “Oh yes, beautiful girl. Just like that.”
I was sucking him good. But he wasn’t even close to cumming. Just then, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I want to see your pussy?” he said.
“Oh, come on!” I exclaimed, “you are just raising demand as you go.”
“Here,” he pulled 3000 rupees out of his purse and thrust them into my hand.
I put the money in my pocket and undid my belt. I pushed my jeans and my panties down to my knees. He undid the buttons of my jacket and began kissing my boobs. He moved down to my belly and then onto my pussy. Just as he licked my clit, I pulled away.
“Hey, the deal was for you to see my pussy. Not lick or touch it,” I said disapprovingly.
“Lick or touch. Oh, love, I want to fuck it.”
“You gotta pay more for that,” I held my hand out.
“You learned quickly,” he remarked. He took another 3000 from his purse and sat the cash in my hand.
“That’s how much you paid me to see my pussy. If you want to fuck me, you must double it,” I demanded.
With 6000 more in my hands, I took off all my clothes and let them drop to the ground. He asked me to climb onto the bench and bend over. He spread my butt cheeks and pressed his tongue against my clit.
Oh my, it sent an electric current up my spine. I shivered. Even though it was unintended, my ass rubbed against the bridge of his nose.
“That’s nice, love,” he muttered.
“Are you just going to lick it? Or are you going to fuck it,” I said cheerfully.
“Want my white cock that bad, eh?”
“It’s not that often that you get white cocks in India,” I replied, giggling, “Now, stop wasting time and put that stick in.”
“As you say, baby girl,” he smiled and shoved his dick up my pussy.
“Oh, my God!” I gasped. His dick was too big. It was long and thick. I had never had that big before then. “Ahhhhhhhh,” a scream followed my gasp.
“Seems you approve of my cock, love,” Gary said proudly.
“Oh my god, you are so big,” I mumbled, “oh my god, it’s too big for me.”
“Ever had a cock this big,” he said. His cock was moving in and out of my pussy.
“Oh my god, oh my god, no, no, never,” I moaned. My fingers gripped the bench real tight.
“You like it, baby girl?”
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh my god, I love it, ahh, yes, I love it.”
“Want me to fuck you harder?”
“Oh yes, honey, oh yes, do me, do me harder, oh yes, fuck me harder.”
He picked up the pace. His dick was drilling my cunt like a nail driven through a wall. His balls slapped against my thighs. He grabbed my hair with his right hand and pulled my head back. He took his left thumb, spat on it, and gently pushed it inside my ass.
“Ah,” I screamed. Just then, a whistle was heard in the distance. The tracks rumbled. Soon, the train came into the picture. “What if they see, ahhh, ahhh, what if they see!” I cried. But Gary pretended as if he didn’t hear me. “We need to stop, we need to stop,” I pleaded, but he continued to drill my cunt.
“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” I moaned as the train ran past us. “They saw, they saw,” I cried. He pushed his thumb deeper. I moaned, “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck my cunt. Why are you pulling out now?” I asked as he pulled his penis out.
“Let’s switch positions,” he said.
He lay on the floor and asked to ride him. I got on top of him. I spat on his cock and gave it 2 strokes with my hand. I sat the tip on my pussy lips and gently pushed it in.
“Ahhh, yes, baby, that’s it, just like that, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I moaned as I rode his dick.
My boobs jiggled up and down. My long hair jumped in all directions. Gary rubbed my clit with his thumb and caressed my boobs with his other hand.
“Oh, baby girl, I always wanted to fuck an Indian woman. You made my fantasy come true,” Gary whispered.
“Oh fuck me, Gary, fuck me, fuck your Indian girl, fuck my Indian pussy, oh yes, do it, just like that, fuck me like that.”
“Fuck, another train comes,” Gary remarked.
“Let it be now. Just fuck me. I’m about to cum,” I moaned
The second train went past us as well. Though this one moved slower than the last one. Many people saw me naked and getting fucked from inside the train. Some even passed remarks. But I continued to ride his dick. When the train was out of view, I arched my back and squirted all over his dick.
He sat me back down and shoved his cock back in. Soon, he, too cum. His legs shivered as he shot his load inside me.
“You like it?” I asked as he pulled out.
“Oh yea, you made my fantasy come true after all.”
“Well, you’re not the first British person to fuck an Indian,” I jested.
“I hope I’m not the last as well,” he remarked, winking.
We got up and began to get dressed.
“Hey, can I fuck you any other time while I’m here?” he inquired.
“You have to pay then. It’s not free,” I answered.
“Deal,” he exclaimed.
He offered me a big sum of money to fuck me while he was in India. He took me along with him on his tour. We fucked every day and everywhere until he boarded his flight back to the UK.
After he left, I learned that I had gotten pregnant. The child was Gary’s. I knew it for sure. Eventually, my parents found out. My dad was mad at me. But since he was a Catholic, abortion was not an option. Even though he was mad at me, he still supported me in having the baby.
As for my mom, she knew how it happened. I was her daughter, after all. Her track record wasn’t as clean as dad thought it to be. I did inform Gary about my pregnancy a couple of months later. I also moved out of my hostel and got myself a flat after that. I eventually gave birth to a girl.
So, guys, that’s my story for today. Please give me feedback on my id at [email protected] or in the comment section below.
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