0 comments/ 33816 views/ 5 favorites Story of Monika Ch. 01 By: Easton_Forever [I am writing this story on the request of and on behalf of a wonderful girl Monika who is of the Indian Descent] * I am single Indian woman born to parents whose origin is in India about twenty eight years ago. Like most parents in India, mine were also fixated on getting me good education and see me taking a responsible job. The stereotype of arranged marriage for their offspring never surfaced. I was a good student passed all my exams and found a job with an information technology company. It was a matter of time before I was posted in a Southern state. I loved my job and the people whom I worked with. The oft repeated stereotype of redneck males was nowhere present. Of course there were big men and women. They towered over my small frame and made me feel tiny with a 115 lbs body. In comparison to them I had small breasts, while compared to Indian woman I could be considered as well endowed. I work for a large oil company which focused on exploration in the gulf. The thirty plus information technology staff is diverse. There are women with strong southern accent, soft spoken Midwest guys and large heavyset black males. There are a few Indian men. I was the only Indian woman. Most males are very protective. Maybe because of my size, my soft spoken ways, or the thought that I could easily taken advantage of. None of this harmed me any way. By my upbringing and by my choice, I had stayed away from men in close quarters. Don't take me wrong, I think about sex like any woman my age. My sexual urges often make me breathless. But my upbringing in conservative ways has prevented me from taking it to the next level. I can think about the men I come across. Will they be well hung? I would watch porn and try to visualize how big the guy in the next cubicle would be. The last two years I had avoided going to the New Year party. This year Kelcy, my friend, confidant and my neighbor at work insisted that I go. She even offered to help me find a partner. As usual I declined. I usually get bored in such gatherings. I was never sure what to do. While, the inside of me wanted to drink and take the floor. But I was terrified that if I take more than one drink, then I will lose control of myself and may do things that I should not. Kelcy was insistent, so I went. This year's party was at an improvised farm house that was converted into a restaurant and a party venue. Kelcy picked me up on her way. Sitting on the back seat of her boyfriend's crossover, I was wondering what the evening had in store for me. I was hoping that I could escape early. If that was possible. Taking the first drink was easy. I chose vodka with tonic. At the improvised bar Kelcy introduced me to Mario with whom she had worked before in the engineering group. Mario was tall, surely six feet and had a firm grip. His dark hands contrasted with mine almost wheat colored small ones. I learnt later that Mario had recently broken up with his girl friend and had come to the party on his own. "Hi, I am Mario" he introduced himself. "I am Monika." Barely audible. The loud music in the background did not help. He bent closer. "I am Monika." A little louder...but his face showed a blank. "Monika" I was very close to his face. He brightened. He had held my hand all along. "Hello Monika, not sure if we have met before". He sounded like a decent sort guy. He nodded thanks to Kelcy, as if picking the baton and guided me toward the less crowded part of the hall. I was flustered. This was very new to me. The butterflies were making it hard to keep up. His big frame almost enveloped me from behind as he guided me to a vacant table. Safely parked on a seat I surveyed the room. For a change I was not bored today. "Would you like another drink?" he asked. I politely declined. Mario came back with his favorite drink and some snacks. The conversation initially was in fit and starts. We talked about work our mutual acquaintances. We talked about my roots. He was curious about where I came from. He has never spoken to woman from India at any length. He told me about his breakup and how he had come today with his school buddy Tray to the party. We kept talking for a long time. At some point my glass was empty. That meant my regulation drinking quota was complete. "Let me get you a refill. Vodka with tonic?" He asked. I tried to evade, but he was persistent. He got us the next round. We kept on drinking, talking and we even danced one time. The usual dance where each one moving with the music. The inherent politeness kept us at a distant facing one another. That was the only way I know about dancing. It was the third drink and maybe the end of second hour at the party. While picking up snacks on the end table, he introduced me to his buddy Tray. Not as tall as Mario, but a heavier frame. His hands were softer but the contrast in color with my hand was even sharper. Three of us moved to the side table that with some food and our replenished drinks. The alcohol and the little dance were making me a little light headed. I was laughing loud at every small joke. Tray was talking about their time together at school. I was not intimidated by the two large black guys, each of whom singularly overwhelmed me in size. Both were very sweet. The made me feel protected and comfortable. The dance floor was getting progressively crowded. There were still a lot of people around the floor who wanted to get on the dance floor. The dance floor was improvised by leaving the wooden floor bare in the center and carpets placed around it. The twelve by twelve foot area was progressively milling with people. I was instinctively tapping away my feet with the rhythm of music. My hands swayed as I chatted away with Mario and Tray. The music number ended and many people walked off the floor. "Monika, let's dance." Mario pulled my hand and took me to the floor in good time. I was somewhat reluctant. There was not enough space to dance the way I was used to. He was insistent and goaded me all the way to the floor as the next number started. I was familiar, no I loved this song. I would have danced many a times in the comfort of my home. Of course when I alone. It was fun to see Mario dance with the music. He had an athletic body and knew how to move . I was tryingt my best in the limited space. Kelcy saw us. She moved towards us dancing. Now four of us were dancing in circle with Mario by my side. He was occasionally holding my arms to protect me from landing on other dancers. "Having fun?" He enquired. His face was very close to my ears. "Yes. It's been a long time." I replied. My butt bumped with the dancer behind me. "Sorry." She said. I was in the arms of Mario while trying to recover. Protectively he held me. There was no place for me to put my hands in front of me. I placed them on either side of his midriff. A shiver coursed through my body. This was getting into uncharted territory. "You ok Monika?" "Yessss.." I stammered. I was hoping that in the noise my feeling will not be visible. "Tray is missing the dance" he lamented. They really were closed buddies. "He can dance too." I shouted over the din "We can find space here." "Maybe in the next number" A shiver coursed through my nipples. I could sense that they were getting hard. I has worn a lacy bra with a black top It had a low neckline. The thought coursed through my mind, if they will be visible. But I seemed not to care any longer. I was still getting and bump on my butt and would collide with him. There were times when our body stayed together for a few seconds. I could have sworn that something hard touched my stomach. The next time it happened all my focus was down there comparing the sample touch of previous time with this time. Yes. I could sense in my fuzzy brain that Mario was bearing a hard-on. The dance floor was now packed with little room to move. I had my butt pushed by the hind of another woman. I had no choice but to move in closer to Mario. The hard one was touching me with the upper end just a below my navel. He was nor holding me close. His strong black arms keep me near him. My nipples were rock now. They were touching him at his lower chest. Every touch sent another shiver. To make matter worse, my face was snaked between around his shoulders. He occasionally caressed his fingers through my open hair. I was inebriated and dazed. The number finally ended. I did not want to have the grip loosened. I did not want the contact with his vitals to be severed. But people were now leaving the floor to a refresh. I was feeling so wet that I need to visit the bathroom. My red thong was soaked. I sat there for a moment before I could relieve myself. The urge to touch myself was intense. But again my upbringing came my way. Good girls did not touch themselves. Reluctantly I returned to the main hall back to our table. Tray had gone to fetch drinks. My resistance to accept a drink had long since vanished. "Should we take Tray too? He ventured. "Yes. Of course. He can have some fun too." I was happy with just two of us. But as usual the polite me could not say anything else. We walked down to our table. Tray had already brought us drinks. He had brought three shots. Mario handed one to me. "Shoot" He directed. I shook my head. He pushed the shot towards me emphatically. The raw spirit formed a tear through my throat and I felt the warmth engulf me. The floor started filling up quick. Mario guided me forward and asked Tray to join us. Three of us were on the floor now. The music started and we started dancing facing each other. I had lost track of time. The crowd started to move toward the dance floor, it become apparent that the midnight was not very far away. We got surrounded with an avalanche of people and I was pushed from all sided. Mario again came to my rescue. He held me close. We were in our familiar stance. I was very close to him. Rather touching him all the way. The only difference was the hardness was missing. Tray was equally protective. He moved behind me and formed a cocoon to insulate me from the ravages of other dancers. He was close behind me. He was occasionally getting pushed that got transmitted to me. The warmth of the last shot was careening through me. The touch of Mario and Tray was making me giddy. I could sense my nipples starting to firm up. And at that moment as if by some magic the hard rod started to balloon on my stomach. My arms were around Mario and my chest exposed to his chest. His hands were on my hips, just touching the sides of the lacy thong. He was brushing the edges in a caressing way. I was feeling that the thong could not keep up with the flow. I could sense a drop course down my thigh inside my blue jeans. Tray also had his arms down my side. His arms were extended below my arms with his elbows bent; he was touching below my chest. In his proprietary way he had kept his hands just below my breast. We moved in unison. Just like perfect ballet dancers. I could now feel another rigid tool touching me above my hips to my middle back. The heat from the two hard penises was permeating through the clothing and burning my skin. Mario bent on his knees, as if to tell me something. His face was now directly in front of mine. His frontal body now fully aligned to mine. I could now feel his hard cock caresses into the place where I was flowing profusely. He was pushing towards me. I was melting away. I moved my hand ostensibly to push him away. But instead was feeling the monster in his slacks. He felt huge. I closed my eyes. He was huge. Mario took my face into his warm hands. His hands were not coarse but hard. They braised my skin. It sent an electric current down my spine. I felt weak in my legs, and Tray kept supporting me. His hands were now right on my breasts, keeping a tight hold. His thumbs were brushing my nipples that were hard as steel. No sooner had I moved my hand away from the monster cock, I felt a hand go down and touch me between my legs right over my pussy. I shut my eyes hard and moaned. I wanted more. Any woman would want more. I wanted this to continue. And then there was a burst of crackers. Most light went out and we were in 2011. My eyes we were still closed, when I felt a crushing kiss on my lips. A tongue caressed my lips. The hard rod was pressing on my womanhood. I could feel yet another tool pressing on my back and someone pinching my nipples over my flimsy clothing. Yes this was a new year. My heart was pounding. Having a thong now was irrelevant. In a moment everybody split up, kissing and wishing everyone New Year. There was a toast to be raised. And then it was time to go. With Mario on the tow, I went around looking for Kelcy. I knew she had a drink too many. She was nowhere to be found. Maybe she was in one of the many rooms in the farmhouse. I went around looking for her. I knocked and opened a room with the door ajar. There were two couples, each in various stages of undress. I was not sure what to do. I tried one more room. In this one a woman had open the fly of a man and was taking him in his mouth. There were two bystanders. Kelcy was not there. "Mario.." I ventured in a small voice. "uh huh, Monika" "Can you take me home?" I almost pleaded. He was still holding me close. His arm was around my waist. "Of course, let's go. Tell me where you live, Monika?" He asked. I told him. That was on his way to his home. We walked down to the parking lot. I was unable to walks straight. Mario and his friend held me and walked me down to his Ford truck. They put in the bench seat with Mario driving and Tray on the other side. The playback of the dance floor, the hard-on pressing me, hand caressing me down there, girl taking the man in her mouth and now Tray caressing my thighs kept me in constant arousal. Overall, I was thankful that both were perfect gentlemen. They walked me to my apartment on the first floor. This was the longest walk that I have ever taken. I was dripping with anticipation. I was dazed with all the alcohol. I was tormented by my values. I opened the door. Walked in and turned and stood at the door as if to say goodbye. "Would you like to have a drink?" I asked Mario and Tray. Story of Monika Ch. 03 [This is continuation of the story of Monika in a quest to explore her own self. These are the thoughts of Monika that have been put in words by me] Many marriages in India are arranged. The parents of bride and grooms are helped by friends and relatives in this effort. Once the prospective bride or groom is found then often the astrological references are matched. Once the initial formalities are done then the man and woman are allowed to meet in a social setting. Depending on their upbringing the meetings between the two happens among family and friends or is allowed to be on their own. Even these meetings alone can at best be a few verbal exchanges. In rare cases some intimacy may be involved. Monika like many girls of her background had her wedding fixed with a guy from Minnesota who worked as a accountant for a large company. Monika's first instinct was to say no-go for this proposal because she could not contemplate living in the frigid lows. But after some convincing by her parents she agreed to talk to the guy over the phone and found him to be interesting. They met in a neutral city and the matter was quickly settled. She was looking forward to the wedding with mixed feelings. She was afraid about being rooted away from her familiar surroundings. Her wedding was met with a lot of cheering among her friends. Her three close friends Shruti, Gunjan and Shreya often got together and worked with Monika on wedding plans. It was Shruti who had suggested a trip to Aruba for an all girl timeout before she got wedded. Something like a bachelorette party. All her friends needed a break as did Monika. Travel date was quickly finalized and a visit to an online travel site got them an all inclusive deal for three nights in Aruba. They discussed at length what to do at Aruba. Doing the beach thing, taking a boat excursion and even snorkeling was on the table. On the seamier side was visiting a casino, getting drunk and even visiting a strip club. Gunjan had heard that there were strip clubs exclusively for women. The planning went on non-stop until they were safely inside the plane and the seat belts were locked. The girls were met at the airport by the hotel shuttle. They took a scenic route to the hotel and were soon placed in their hotel rooms. The package was generous. Each of them was provided a beach facing room on their own. The open windows brought the draft of sea breeze. The breaking of the waves on the beach provided a soothing backdrop. The tourist season was still couple of weeks away. Monika got her things organized in the closet and the drawers. She had brought her casual outfits. The swimming gears were the usual one piece kind for the local pool. But the girls had gone adventurous during the preparatory shopping and had bought a pair of bikini suit for the trip. Monika had selected a black bikini with strings barely holding the fabric. She had never worn a two piece before. At least never in public. She was not even sure that she would this time. Of course she had brought choice lingerie and night suits. They were lacey and black, of course. She put them away with other things in the drawers. She kept waiting for the girls to come around. Gunjan had mentioned that they would knock when ready. It was h almost an hour later when there was a sudden knock at the door. She was expecting the girls much earlier but lately she was lost in her thoughts and often had no sense for time. The thoughts were almost always about her future wedded life. The girls busted into her room. The hotel was told by the girls that Monika was a to-be-bride, so she was provided the corner room on the floor and the largest. There was a large seating area in the front with sofas to lounge. A king bed at the back with plenty of room to spare. "We are having a bachelorette party tonight." Excited Shruti announced. "What do you mean?" Monika queried. "You will not believe it" "We are going out? "No way, the party will come to you room." Shreya chipped in. She was usually the recluse among the girls but seemed the most excited on the day. "No way. We have just arrived." Monika was not anticipating this to happen so quickly. She knew that a party would be on the cards. But one so quick had never occurred to her. "Why waste valuable time when away from home." Gunjan said. She was right thought Monika. Her heart was taking a few leaps. "How about a stroll down the beach. We do not start until eight." Someone suggested. Four Indian girls dressed in their casual walked down the Palm Beach. The season still couple of weeks away there were more locals around then there were tourists. Monika found that there were dark stocky men working with roadside vendors as they were in the strolling down the beach. Even though sun was about to set it was still a warm eighty. Many women were sporting scant bikinis and men lazing in their boxers. Some were ready to pack and hit the nearby bars. The first stop was a trip to a bar. Shruti ordered a shot for each as starter. It was their first free night out and unconventional was the norm. Monika was handed her's and then to others. At a signal all of them poured the shot down their throats. Monika could feel the spirit course down her throat. A shiver ran through her body as well. The giggling girls all crowded around her and wished a full wedded life. Another shot ordered and drowned. They were now ready for the stroll along the beach. Often holding hands they pampered Monika as they playfully teased her. They took of their "Oh..it is already eight." Exclaimed Shreya. "Let us stay here for a little while more." Monika said. "Come on." The girls pulled the reluctant to be bride towards the hotel. Walking up a flight of stairs Monika opened her room's door. "Oh my god!!" Was all she could utter. She was taken aback by the transformation in the room. The hotel staff had transformed the room in to a party venue. There was confetti, balloons, hangings some quite suggestive of the party. There was a small self help bar situated in a corner and a table with snack and foods. A music system has been installed. The center of the seating area was cleared for dancing. While Shreya was putting on music Gunjan was helping Shruti to fix the drinks. The walk had already made them thirsty. They handed out beers to everyone. The teasing went on. "Is this how you are going to be at the party? You should change into something sexy" Gunjan teased her. All the girls joined in the chorus and pushed her towards the bathroom to get refreshed. Shreya knew that Monika loved black. She coursed through Monika's drawer and selected the lacy black bra with the matching panties. She also selected the low cut black top and the matched skirt that she had helped Monika to purchase. Meanwhile Gunjan knocked on the bathroom door and passed a mixed drink to Monika. She did not want her to be starving. Monika took her time getting ready. She had inspected herself. She liked what she saw. The anticipation of soon being married and sharing with her husband was exciting. In their last meeting they had at best held hands. She was hoping that he would do something more. Perhaps his conservative upbringing prevented him from doing anything more. The girls were getting impatient. She hurried, dressed, put some makeup and joined the girls. The girls welcomed Monika one more time and proposed another toast. The shot this time around was smoother. There was already some alcohol in the system. The loud music was easy on the feet and soon they were dancing away. In the loud music anyone would have missed the knock on the door. Monika reached for the door. It must be room service she thought. There were two black men dressed in black tuxedo with white ties. They were well groomed. Properly shaved, hairs short and well done. Both were athletic and at least one of them was six feet tall. "Miss Monika?" "Yes..?" "I am Morris and this is Trevon." The taller guy introduced himself. He handed Monika the gift wrapped packet. "We are here to celebrate with you night before your wedding." His accent was impeccable. "Sorry...?" Monika was confused. What were these men doing in her room and what was the present about? "You will have to wait and see. There is another present we have for you." The gift package had a nice ribbon and bow around it and a small card from her three girl friends. The girls were all surrounding Monika and they pulled her inside. The men entered the room and close the door behind them. The guy name Morris took the middle of the room in a stance. While Trevon worked on the music system. Monika not sure what to expect was staring at this black man. She shied away when he met her stare. The low key music slowly took over the room and Morris starting to make sensual moves. He was slow with no awkward movements and making dance. The girls eyes were locked to him. Very soon Trevon joined him. They danced in unison suggestive of Morris as the man trying to woo the woman. The jackets were lost soon and their well built body become visible. It was now obvious to Monika the reason these men were here. She was also their prime attention. As a part of their dance routine they were touch themselves in a suggestive way. The ties were soon taken off and presented to Monika. The shirt was lost and presented to Shruti. She put it around her neck and tied the sleeves in a knot. The guys would often get very close to the girls and inciting the girls to touch them. Shruti the adventurous among the girls was the first to venture out. She used the palm of her hand and touched the now bare back stomach of Morris. She caressed him right until just above the belt. The affect on Morris was instantaneous. A tent started to appear. Trevon who had lost his shirt came close to Monika. He put his face very close to her chest as if he wanted to snuggle between his breasts. In an attempt to push him back she had to touch him. A current passed through her body making and causing a shiver. Trevon did not budge by her feeble attempt. She kept trying to make distance. On the contrary Trevon's movements caused a caress to happen. The dancers started to undo their belts. A tent was now very pronounced on both. Eyes of the girls were glued in anticipation. "Black guys have a big one." Whispered one of the girls. "how big?" "My guess is ten inches." "Not Possible." "Take a bet." "You think he would be cut?" Asked Shruti. "Certainly." "Will they show us?" Shreya the shy one had her first question. "Ask them." Monika was listening to her friends' conversation. She was thoughtfully silent. The men were jiving with music gradually opened the top of their pants. This time Morris came close to Monika. His eyes locked to hers. She tried to avert his penetrating eyes. As he approached her close he let go of his pants and brought his arms around as if to clutch her in an embrace. Monika glanced down and saw that the pants were at his knees. A big pole was keeping the tent high in the air. The speedos the men were wearing were not enough to contain. Feeling weak in her feet Monika took a seat close by. She picked up an unfinished drink and chugged it down. She had closed her legs together. She knew that she was wet down there. She was almost certain that black panties she was wearing were soaked. She was wondering why she was extremely horny all the time. Her undies were wet and messy every day. It must be the impeding wedding of hers, she thought. Now it was Trevon turn to play near Monika. He was now only in his Speedos. The bulge inside was apparent. Monika at his vantage level could see his stiffness at the eye level. As his moved closer to her the shape of the thickness inside was clearly visible. The shape is his balls that formed a bulging base at the bottom made it appear as a phallus on a pedestal. Trevon was wearing a dark Speedo that had the usual slit use by my men for doing their rest. This was lined with a thin white lining that glowed against the dark body wearing a dark Speedo. She could imagine that this man carried a dark cock inside. Her thought went out how big this man would be? Would he be circumscribed? The thoughts disturbed her. She then started comparing Trevon with her fiancée. Even though she had not seen either of them, she felt sure that the dancer here would be bigger. A circumscribed cock always excited Monika. She always thought about how the skin over the cock head is always exposed. Unlike Indians who are often not circumscribed. She was almost sure that her future husband will not be. How would the skin feel? Shreya the shy one was now being teased by Morris. She too was seated on a sofa holding a drink in her hand. Morris was making suggestively moving his pelvis in towards her. His bulge seemed even bigger then Trevon. At one point when Morris came very close to her, Shreya surrounded her palm and fingers around the covered cock but did not touch the cock. She was hesitating to take the next step. Shruti who was sitting next to Shreya moved her hand. She placed her hand at the back of Shreya's hand and pushed to forward towards Morris cock. Shreya cried sharply at the touch. She had not expected this to happen. Her cry attracted attention of Monika and Gunjan who were both sitting on a sofa across. Trevon was now very close to Monika. His crotch was close to her face. Barely a few inches in front. In awe his mouth was slightly open. At that moment she felt Gunjan place her hand at the back of her head and push it forward. Her open mouth struck directly at the base of the cock. The upper lips felt the hard cock while the lower lips felt the softness of the balls. Monika could figure out that the cock was wide in its proportions. Before she could pull her face back she felt the cock take an impulsive jerk. Monika glowered at Gunjan. She just wanted to watch the show today. "Pull them down." One of the girls shouted. In public dance places there is a strict rule of not taking of the Speedos. But because this was a private session to a small group of girls, it was the dancers' choice. "Pull them down." Chanted others. Monika was coy and did not say anything. "Pull them down." All three chanted in unison. The dancers had picked up speed. A smile was stretched across their lips. Morris was the first to react. He pushed the Speedo down a little from both sides and he turned away. He then faced them back. The band of the Speedo was bulging and the tip of glans was visible. A thin streak of precum was shining in the dim light. He moved toward Monika and Gunjan. This time when Morris neared to Gunjan, she did something very surprising in front of all the girls. She caught Morris's Speedo on both sides and pulled it down. With no warning. Even Morris was surprised and it showed in the way his cock jumped out of his mini garment and stood at full attention. His cock was pitch black, clean shaved, circumscribed as Monika had rightly guessed and was no shorter then nine inches. But what made Monika eyes bulge was the thickness. It was thicker then any she had seen before. Even the scar of the circumcision was visible. No amount of dancing by Morris was making the stiff cock move in any direction. "Touch him." Gunjan instigated. And she nudged Monika on her side to action. On the other sofa, Shreya had jumped off the seat and followed suit. She went after Trevon and pulled down his Speedo to reveal his cock. The room now had two naked.. well..almost naked black stripping men with their Speedos around their knees and soon ready to lose them as well. The girls now excited with what they saw and wanted more. The men were strippers and their code prohibited to have any sex with the girls. Monika looked up into Morris's eyes. She noticed a desire in his eyes. She knew that men were often were sexually attracted to her. And tonight she was looked ravishing in the black dress that showed off her ample breasts and full butt that often made men to comment. She did not want to give to her desires in public. Also she was the bride and needed to have restraint. Morris was not dancing solely for Monika. His pelvis was not very far from her eyes. The girls were now gathered around them At one point Morris came close about a foot away. One of the girls picked up Monika's hand, pulled it up and placed it on Morris's vertical cock. She then made Monika clutch the phallus tight. For that moment Morris dancing came to a standstill. He let out a soft moan and did not go unnoticed around the room. All eyes were now on the six footed black stripper and the bride to be in the center. "Monika. More." Chorused the girls. "Monika. Monika.. Monika" was the resounding sound around the room. Like an ancient ritual the woman to be wedded was offering her homage to the god of love. She closed her eyes, clasped the giant black cock in her hands and let the senses take over. She could feel the heat, blood rushing through the veins and soon the sticky liquid flowing through the tip. Morris almost in trance started to move his pelvis is a slow fucking motion. His cocked was barely covered by the slim fingers and the small hand of the woman. The gentle hold by the Monika was causing friction which caused him to increase his speed. The tempo of the chants by the girls gradually started to increase. Morris tried to keep pace with them. Instinctively Monika tightened the pressure aided by the natural lube flowing from the tip of the enormous glans. Her head was raised high in the air body, body straightened, hands stretched out in front meeting the phallus of the black god. Her legs clasped together tight to hold in the profuse flow of juices. The chanting reached a crescendo. A tight circle was formed as everyone came closer. A hush started to descend. Morris took a momentary pause as he felt his balls tighten up and move up inside the sac. The pressure in his pelvis was extreme. Monika tightened his hold some more as she felt her gods ready to bless. At that moment something occurred to Monika. She let open her clasp around Morris and let him go. Morris was amazed. There was deep unmet desire in his eyes. But he turned and moved away. He wanted to respect the wishes of the bride. The other girls in the room did not have as much restraint. [to be continued...] Story of Monika Ch. 04 Monika closed the door after her three girl friends had left for their respective rooms. The session with the two black strippers was something she had never experiences in her life. It was intense, arousing and even disturbing to her, whether she had been unfaithful to her future husband. The opening of the presents had calmed her down a little. She had received a number of naughty presents from her friends. Among them were some naughty lingerie, vibrating penis rings, KY jelly and a pair of stilettos that had extra long heels. Ones those strippers would wear. Now that everyone was gone she was ready to get comfortable. She went to the bathroom took of her dress and inspected herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The black panties and the lift bra showed her to be well endowed. She was sure that her husband would love her for her body. Many men had in the past commented about her butt. She gathered her lose hair and put a ponytail. It made her face look even more youthful and even a little vulnerable. Monika moved to the bed, where all the presents were sprawled over. She touched the lacy lingerie and enjoyed the feel. The bra had a little slit in the front as did the panties. She touched the fabric to her body and enjoyed the caress. At an impulse, she reached back and unclipped her bra and let it fall to the ground. She reached down the side of her panties and stood naked. The cool air of the night touched his nipples and hardened them further. The sound of waves brought the wonderful realization where she was and why. She placed the naughty bra on her breast, locked the hook and the back and placed the shoulder string in place. Pulled the flimsy panties between her legs and pulled them up her crotch. The turned to inspect herself in the mirror in the room and wondered how sluttish she appeared. Next she inspected the stilettos, rolled her finger over the long thin heels. She even caressed the point end over her body. Felt good. Very soon she had the pair on her feet. She gingerly stood up. Not used to such high heels she almost lost her balance. She started some walking practice up and down the room as if it was a ramp. Her ample hips swayed with each step. A knock on the door startled her. She was not expecting anyone but she was sure that it would be one of the girls. She swung the door open. Trevon and Morris were standing in front with smile on their face. "Sorry for disturbing you miss Monika." Apologized Morris. Monika did not know how to react to the situation. She knew she was inappropriately dressed. But also having seen these men a little while ago in a naked state made her feel a little appropriate. "Yes..?" She inquired. "I believe I dropped my cell phone in your room. Did you find it?" "No." "Would you mind, if we looked for it real quick. Sorry for being a bother." Monica wanted to say no to their request. She wanted a little time to get herself a little proper. But before she could say anything, Morris pushed her gently and made their way inside. Trevon followed him in. Monika hurried to persuade them to leave and let the door go. Like all hotel doors this one to shut itself quickly behind her. The men while looking for the mobile phone were also eyeing Monika. The conservative and coy Monika was looking like a stripper herself. The hard nipples and the aureoles were visible through the thin fabric of the bra. The high heels gave her a hookers look and the ponytail made the face of the Indian woman vulnerable. "Do you know Monika. You look hot!!" Exclaimed Morris. She decided to keep quiet. "Look at her butt." It was Trevon's turn to comment. "Monika. Would you like to dance the butt with me." "You should be leaving." Said Monika. This was getting little beyond what she was able to tolerate. Morris taking a no for an answer started to dance. The sensuous dance he was so good at. He had changed into a tee-shirt and jeans, his lithe body moved sexily with each gesture. The slow but deliberate movements were too difficult for Monika to keep her eyes off. "Come on Monika. Dance with me." Monika stood tall in the center of the room with Morris in front of him. In the meanwhile, Trevon had started back the music system. They were both dancing with Trevon behind Monika. She was not sure where this was going. She was stumped and stood centered in the room. Morris held both her hands and coaxed her to move his movement. She budged step. He kept at her producing some movement. "You are dancing great in those heels." "uh huh." "You look sexy." He said. Tightening his hold on her. Monika knew that she was looking sluttish and was provoking these men. She should get this stopped. That moment Trevon who was dancing behind her, moved close to her and caught her sides. His dark hands were touching her bare skin. The touch caused goose bumps and sent a shiver up her spine. The thinking side of her pushed back on Trevon and breaks lose. "Please leave me alone. I do not want to dance." Monika wanted to stop at that time. Monika's nipples were not poking out of her bra. Creating a shape with her small nipples. She had started to get wet and the juices were starting to leak out. They had started to wet her panties. In the black color the small wet patch was still not visible. Trevon grabbed Monika tighter then before and then pulled her back towards him. Her panties covered hips were now touching Trevon's pelvis. She felt the rough fabric of denim touch her and then she felt the hardness poke her. Having witnessed it earlier in the evening she was sure what it was. "You have a great body, Monika." Whispered Trevon. Speaking for the first time. "Can you feel me?" He whispered again. "No." She countered. Now he was deliberately grinding his pelvis to her rear. "No. Please let me go." "Why? You do not want to us again?" Said Morris. "You were so eager to see us earlier. "No. Please. I do not want to see you again." He reached out and touched her nipples that were hard and were protruding. "What lovely nipples. Why are they so hard?" He pinched her nipple. "Pleasse..No. This is not right." She cried. Trevon was caressing her sides and was dry grinding her hind. "You want to see my black cock.. don't you?" asked Morris. "Nooo." Monika's panties were very wet and a large patch was starting to emerge. Morris opened his belt and pull down his pants. He had changed from the Speedo earlier to briefs below. The tent there was noticeable. He then placed Monika's right hand over his tent. "You want him, don't you? Say yes." Morris demanded. "No. No way." The obstinate in her cried. Morris pulled down his briefs and placed her hand straight on his cock and pressed. "Please. I cannot do this. I am about to be married." Monika was totally wet. The juices were trickling down here thighs, beyond her skimpy panties. "Come on. You are drowning with juices. You want to be fucked." He reached down into her crotch and placed the palm of his hand. The juices oozed on to his hand. "You are flooding. Tell me you don't want to be fucked?" "Let me go. This is for my hubby." Contrary to her words she tightened her grip on Morris's cock. Morris shoved a finger inside the slit in the panties and felt her nicely shaven pussy that was swollen with desire. He moved the finger around to find the slit. At that moment she felt some hard skin touch her crack. Apparently Trevon had taken off his pants and exposed his enormous cock. "Okay Monika. This is your last turn. Nod your head if you want it. We are leaving otherwise." Monika who was moaning aloud cried. "Noooo." And she was nodding her head. Her moans went on uninterrupted. "She nodded." Shouted Trevon from behind. Morris with a swift move grabbed the flimsy panties and ripped it off her pelvis. She was now standing in the center of the room with her Slittetos and the ponytail. The slutty bra was hardly any modesty. Trevon moved his hand over her breasts and gave it a tight squeeze. Monika yelped in pleasure. Trevon unhooked her flimsy garment and flung it to the ground. "Look at this bitch. What big ass she carries." "I think she loves a black cock." "Tell me Monika. You love a black cock?" "Yesss." She affirmed her desire for them for the first time. Both the men quickly lost all their clothing and were as naked as she was. For the first time she looked at their cocks with uninhibited desire. The black circumcised cocks were dark with purple scar streaks. Morris could fathom her line of sight. He pulled her close to him. Pushed her down on the knees, took her head and brought it to the cock. "Suck the black cock. Will you." Monika could see the enormous cock at the closest quarters. The swollen animal was huge with a bulbous glans. There was no way she would be able to get this in her mouth. "Suck me." She placed her lips over the tips and start a slow sucking action. She had at best the tip. The precum from the cock smeared on her lips. The musky man smell was overpowering. This time instead of giving her instruction, he pushed her head toward himself. Her teeth grazed on the side of the cock, but her mouth was popped open and the cock was halfway in. The size of the cock had stretched her mouth to it extreme. She felt so full. The cock barely touched the inside of her throat. Any further thrust would make her choke. Morris starts to move his pelvis. The cock moved in and out but at best only half of it went in. Monika was salivating profusely. The saliva was dripping down by the sides of mouth and dripping down some of them landing on her breasts. "I want you to take all of me inside you." Monika shook her head as best she could. There was no way she could do that. She had never sucked a cock this big and even taken in all the way. "Help me." Said Morris to Trevon. They both carried Monika the bed and made her lie. The made her fall across the edge with her mouth facing the Morris's cock. He entered one more time halfway and starting fucking her. "Relax." Morris shouted. Trevon meanwhile straightened her face such that the throat was in a straight line. Monika knew that Morris wants her to take him in deep. She wanted to do it. She was always fascinated by the cock deep inside. "OK?" He queried. She gave the slightest nod. Morris increased the pressure. This time the cock touched the base of her throat and the reflex action kicked it. She pulled back coughing. The saliva all over her face and her outer throat. She felt Trevon's hands all over her caressing every part of her body. He touched her hard nipples. Squeezed her breasts. She felt his tongue over her body too. He was licking. And then she felt Trevon's mouth on her bald pubic area. She knew that she had been wet all evening and still leaking. She pushed her pelvis to meet his mouth to her pussy. Morris place his cock tip on her lips again. This time she positioned herself properly and tried to relax her herself. He pushed in with more success. The cock passed the base of her throat and she mouth was fully extended. She closed her eyes and start to feel the sensations. And then as if the world came to an end. She felt a stab in her pelvis. She could not move her head to look down. But she knew that Trevon's cock was trying to enter her. For a second she tried to evade being fucked but the animal instinct took over. She opened her legs wider to allow the giant cock, as it seemed to enter her. Trevon pushed harder and move some. Monika unable to move, just moaned. The woman in her would have said "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Morris now more confident start to move back and forth. Monika was cooperating and moving her head in tandem. "You are so tight here. I bet you will be tighter down there." Morris commented. "You will not believe this. She is tight. Fucking tight." With every stroke from Trevon, Monika body was moving back and forth. It was hard to keep her mouth in one place for Morris. But she held him with both her arms. She was taking the cock deep inside her mouth as she could. Morris began to move rapidly. Monika could feel the big cock getting even harder. The cock tip was tugging the top of her mouth. She could sense that he was near. She was still unsure whether to take him in her mouth. Down below, Trevon had bent her legs and opened them wide. He was resting on his arms so not put his weight on her. But was moving rapidly. Monika could feel his cock like a piston move through her tight pussy. She was able to hear the sound of his slapping against her bald crotch. She could smell Morris's musky smell. Her eyes were closed. Even with her mouth full with Morris's cock she was moaning. She was now frantically moving her crotch up to meet and tighten the contact with Trevon's cock. A weird sensation was enveloping her one that she had not experience many times before. She did not know where she was. She tightened her mouth. Morris's strokes got shorter. The animal sounds of two black cocks fucking her were resounding throughout the room and melding with the ocean sounds. "Monika." Shouted Trevon. "Mmmmm" Was all Monika could manage with her mouth full. "I am about to come." Trevon moaned from the distance "What?" She takes the cock out for a moment. "Can I come inside you?" "What do you mean?" Trevon went on pounding her. "You are wetter then anyone I have ever fucked." "Then fuck me harder." Monika cried. The pounding become incessant. The cock in her mouth kept her shut. And was plugging her deep. "I am coming." Came a trailing voice from Trevor. "Come inside me. Fill my pussy." It seemed almost surreal. The sense of time was lost. Just the movement of two cocks with body fluids was the physical presence for Monika. "Ahhhh." And then it erupted. She tightened up within herself. She felt the first wave of warm lava at the back of her mouth. And so did she felt Trevon cry out aloud and give her the biggest tug and she felt something fill her pussy. She had wrapped her legs around him which she now squeezed together as if wanting him to stop. Her own ecstasy was taking over Morris's next one was in her mouth. By instinct she pushed him back. The cock came out with a popping sound and the next thrust was on her face, on the upper lips. And the subsequent ones coming at slower pace smeared her on the nose, an eyelid and then her cheeks. Morris was crying like a horse in pain, but kept pumping. Monika had almost passed out. Her eyes were closed and she lay limp on the bed. Her breathing was erratic and the moans still coming with each wave that she felt. She had lost track of time. She felt fulfilled. They all rolled down on the bed. Two black bodies interlinked with the Indian girl. Their legs intertwined. They all dozed off for a little. It was a while when Monika felt Morris again play with his right nipple. She gently opened her eyes and found herself between the two black men. She shivered a little. Her hand moved a little trying to fathom what was where. Her fingers accidently caressed one of the men. Apparently it was the same man who had touched her nipple. He pinched it again and she could sense it getting hard. The little commotion made the other man to stir too. Monika could feel that she was being caressed elsewhere. This was a different set of hands. Very soon they were a mix of hands legs and body parts touching each other. She found herself holding a cock in her hand that quickly turned hard. Morris came close to Monika and whispered. "One more time?" "Uh huh." Replied Monika. She tightened her hold on the pole that she was holding. "Tell me." "I want it." "Want what?" "Your black cock." Monika replied. "Where?" "In my mouth and down there" She was blatant in what she wanted. "Down where?" "In my pussy." Trevon lost no time and position himself around her face and Morris open her legs. "I am going to fuck your brain out." Said Morris and he pushed himself inside her pussy raw with earlier fucking "Fuck me. I want it". She now had two cock working in tandem. One in her mouth and other down there. The sound of the cocks moving and the emanating moans were filling the air. She was reaching out to take as much cock in her mouth as possible. The end was quick and strong. The feeling of an impeding climax rose all over her as she pushed her hips hard to meet Morris in his crusade. It was Monika who started the chain reaction. She froze with the climax engulfing her and then she felt her mouth fill up. Morris in quick succession gave her his strongest push and moaned aloud. They were all coming together again. Cum was overflowing from her mouth and trailing down her cheeks as she felt spurt after spurt enter deep inside her. She felt herself to be complete.