Emma's White Wedding

Emma was led away from the customs desk, leaving Jonathan to wait for her near the exit with all the luggage set to the side. She was taken down a quiet corridor near the end of the hall and she was well outside of his sight when the officer met with two more of his Indian comrades sitting in a break room nearby. He excused himself briefly to chat with them about something and they seemed enthused after only a few foreign words from his mouth. They scramble to their feet as he rejoined her to continue their journey. They did not make themselves scarce as they followed close behind. Less than a minute later, she was in a simple storage room filled with all sorts of shelving and construction gear. It did not look anything like the 'check up' room that the man had described before they left but she did not at all doubt him. Appearances could be deceiving and despite the lavishness of the outside, lopsided budgets were a thing to be had anywhere in the world.

The trio ushered her further towards the center of the room, never peeling their gaze away from the exposed skin of her black dress. They exchanged more words, laughed and chuckled. The plump customs officer split off from the group and approached her. She did not feel even a stray iota of danger.

"Check very simple, Miss." He spoke his broken English in his thick Indian accent, "We check whether you good character to enter. No check, no enter."

"Alright. I understand. What do I have to do?" The question came out naturally.

"Our record say American slut very good cock sucker." The man grinned without shame, "Big tits. Pretty face. Fit description, but cock suck must check. Please show."

Emma did not hesitate. After all, this was all procedure. She slipped the top of her dress down to expose her bare tits in front of the men, moments before she sank to her knees before them. The other two stepped back to lean against the door, in full view of her reaching out to the belt of their comrade's pants and undoing them. She fished out the stranger's rock hard black cock and began stroking to slick the shaft with his precum. She leaned her face straight in to engulf the head with her deeply suckling lips, rolling it several times before committing to sliding inch after inch deep into her mouth. Without a care in the world or a thought to her predicament, she proceeded to suck the man's dick as she was commanded. Pump after slow, slurping pump, she concentrated on his sole pleasure while his friends watched eagerly, whooping and howling at her while she worked his cock to full mast and beyond. She gazed up to check how she was doing and caught sight of his pleasured face enjoying every second.

"Very good, Miss! You suck cock very good!" He panted with gentle thrusting into her face, "I want give you welcome gift! Gift for your wedding! Suck it out and swallow it!"

She picked up speed, meeting the base of his pulsing dick with vigor. Seconds later as she was in mid shaft, she could feel an explosive hot substance bursting out of the tip, just as the black man heavily gasped. It was then did she realize what he meant and all she could think of was how thoughtful he was. As he kept cumming, she eagerly swallowed, gulping it down even as he was pumping his dick away and letting some of it dribble out of her lips. When the fountain of sperm had subsided, she slipped her lips out to gasp and lick her lips for the salty taste.

"Oh, you're so nice! Thank you!" She cheerfully exclaimed while stroking his still throbbing dick.

"White cum for white wedding! Local blessing! Special for foreign women! More take, bigger blessing!" He panted away, still twitching in her grip.

"Is that why you brought your friends?"

"Yes! They want give many blessings!" He gestured over to them as they chuckled heartily for some reason, "You suck cock and take blessing from them. Please! We give! We celebrate!"

Emma was not about to let their generosity go since it was her special day that was coming up soon. With a big smile on her cum stained face, she scooted over to the next man and pulled out his raging rod to start again. She happily slurped it up at a fevered pace, no longer holding herself back and giving him and his remaining friend the blowjob party of their lives. Once the next man was bucking his hips and creaming his hot jizz into her mouth, she was immediately on the last one, draining his spunk to overflow and spill onto her tits. When she was done swallowing the last load, she was on the moon. She was thanking them profusely for their generous gifts to her and her lucky stars that she had chosen the island for the most important day of her life. The men were also joyful in their demeanor, insisting on taking some photos for posterity. Strangely, they did not insist on getting her details to send them to her as they casually filed out of the storage room, leaving her in her lonesome there. She thought nothing of it as she assumed they were busy, cleaning herself up to return to Jonathan.

When she returned, she gushed the story to her fiance. As if guided by divine providence, there was no mention of her sucking off and swallowing the cum of three Indian men in the storage room. She could not stop talking about their special 'local blessing' that was reserved only for foreign women like her as they left the terminal. It made her feel special and elated, and despite the suspicious absurdity of it all, Jonathan believed only what the powers that be wanted him to believe. He would not even suspect that for the rest of their time here, his new wife's purity was about to be tainted beyond recognition, and that he would be oblivious to it all.