Kumar Goes to the White Castle

Elizabeth stretched on the long, plush couch. Lamar peeked inside. She was six months along now, rounding out nicely. He'd want that pussy himself, but ...

"VIP, bitch. He'll be in a second," Lamar said.

"What? A little notice would be nice," Elizabeth said crossly. She looked up with surprise to see a middle-aged Indian man enter the room. He was actually quite handsome, she thought with a bit of surprise. She'd never even thought about an Indian man in any sort of romantic way. It must be the hormones.

"I'd heard you are the most beautiful woman in these parts," the man said, nodding as Lamar left. "My name is Kumar."

"Pleased to meet you, Kumar, though I'm almost out of commission," Elizabeth said, nodding weakly.

"But not quite," Kumar responded. Elizabeth blushed.

"Not quite," she agreed.

He sat beside her, his hand running up and down her leg. God, she was horny, she thought. She'd been thinking of hooking up with Lamar all afternoon, but now ...

She reached between Kumar's thighs, feeling a bulge. She expected something small, but this ... it was almost as big as a Black man, she thought. She rubbed more heavily.

"So what does Kumar do?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"I'm an actor in Bollywood," he said amiably, undoing his jeans so that Elizabeth could pull out his large nine inch prick, uncut, with heavy balls that equalled Douglas's. "I've tried to break into Hollywood, though not as successfully as I'd hope. But I come out here to lecture at the university for a week or two at a time every semester."

Elizabeth tugged on his prick, only half following what he was saying. He was very hairy too, and something compelled her to push her nose down to the coarse hair of his groin, breathing him in. She moaned audibly.

"You're like a tigress," Kumar said, smiling. "I like that. Go on, suck it."

With that permission, her lips dragged up and down his swollen prick, giving the balls equal attention, even licking his ass some, a gift she bestowed few men. He grunted, his large, strong hands in her hair. When she felt it start to twitch she clambered up his body, sinking her overseated sex down onto his huge dark prick, bouncing up and down on it with wild abandon.

"Fuck ... so fucking good," Kumar said. "This is the best pussy. The best!"

His compliments drove her wild. Since she'd gone down the ho's path, she hadn't met a man that treated her like a gentleman. But she feasted on this man in his entirety. And when she could feel the telltale signs of orgasms after she'd flooded him yet again, she sealed her cunt tight around the base of his cock, milking every droplet of seed out of him.

"So you're here for a couple of weeks?" Elizabeth asked, smiling wide.