Advith is a mid-40s Indian man. He lives in Seattle, Washington and works for a tech company. He is 5 feet 6 inches tall and is somewhat chubby at 160 pounds. He doesn’t work out much and has become weak.
Advith had come to America in his 20s after college and brought his wife Bhavi with him. When they had married, she was thin, but after 20 years of marriage, her body had become somewhat worn. She is 5 feet 3 inches tall, 140 pounds, with big hips and a plump butt. A lot of her weight is in her legs and butt, but her stomach is chubby too. She is older but still has a good shape to her figure.
They have a daughter together, Priya, who is 18. She is very small, 5 feet tall and just 100 pounds. She has a small little butt and even smaller breasts. His mother, Ektha, a 64-year-old woman also lives with the family. She is very obese but in all the right ways, her plump fat curving nicely and her waist is thin.
Being Indians, all of their bodies are deep brown, they have black hair and dark black eyes. This is in stark contrast to the white Americans that they live with who have beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. Advith can’t help but feel inferior to these white people: he compares his brown skin with theirs, his black hair with theirs and even things like his height. He feels ugly and he feels that he and his family are inferior ugly Indian immigrants living in white America.
Thoughts, naughty thoughts, sometimes fill Advith’s head. He has a white boss at his company and would sometimes fantasize about him. He would imagine what this powerful white man would think of the thoughts in his head. He thought about how big his boss’s cock would be, after all, he knew that white men had big cocks. He would try to peek at his boss’s groin when he walked around, looking for indications of size. Sometimes he thought he could see it.
Advith’s cock is only 2 inches long, so ugly and small and brown. He can hardly satisfy his wife and because of this, they don’t often have sex. He imagines what a white man with a thick cock could do to his sweet wife Bhavi.
With all these thoughts in his mind, Advith was feeling flustered. It felt wrong to feel these thoughts, but who could he talk to? Barely able to think, he heads home after work, deciding to stop at a local supermarket to get some things before going home.
As he walks around the store, he notices a young white man. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful this young man was: 25 years old, 6 feet 1 inch tall and he must have been 160 pounds. His skin was the purest white with not a single blemish, and his blonde hair was long down to his neck. His features were cut very well, his skin tight. He is very well-muscled, with thick legs and a firm muscular butt and a flat stomach. He was no bodybuilder but he obviously took care of himself.
Advith couldn’t help but stare at this beautiful young man. His mouth hangs open and those terrible thoughts return. He feels a bit of sweat on his forehead but is suddenly brought back to reality when he realizes this white man is looking at him.
Advith quickly turns his head in shame and pretends to not have been watching. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the white man approach him.
“I saw you were looking at me, was there something you wanted to say?” he asks a bit roughly to the ugly Indian man who had been leering at him.
Stammering, Advith can’t think of what to say.
“Were you looking at my ass? Why do Indians act so creepy and spy on whites?” The white man presses him. He is an adult but still has boyish features. He is standing over Advith and is speaking down to him.
“I-I-I’m S-sorry sir.” Advith sputters out. He is sweating and he knows he has been caught.
“You need to know how to respect a white man.” The white boy is speaking quietly to Advith now, almost in his ear so no one else hears.
Advith is sputtering, he almost can’t believe what he hears.
“Is that right? Are you a cuck? Say, yes sir.”
Advith is barely able to whisper a reply: “Yes, sir.”
The man stands up. “I am willing to train you, to be your master if you agree. But you must be completely obedient and obey my every command. As an Indian cuckold, your wife will belong to me and you will be my property. Does that excite you cuckold?”
Advith is barely able to shake his head yes. His heart is pounding and he can hardly think. This sexy young white man wants to be his master, his dream has come true! The next thing he knows the white man has Advith give him his phone number before leaving him, speechless.
Advith is shaking, he doesn’t know what to do. Alone, he leaves the store and gets in his car. His small cock is rock hard and his near panting. He feels humiliated, and insecure, like hardly a man, and yet it is so exciting for him. Maybe this young man has a big cock? Maybe he is a rough bully and knows how to handle an Indian. What would he learn from this new white master? Advith had already known that whites were superior, but that a white man wanted Indian slaves, was amazing.
Advith’s phone buzzes, interrupting these thoughts. It is a text from a new number, and it claims to be Justin, the beautiful blonde white man. He sends a text saying, “Hello Indian. I need your name, your age and the name and age of your wife.”
Advith’s heart is pounding. This is so hot! Advith tells Justin all about his family, including his daughter and his mother.
Justin informs Advith that he is a highly dominant and racially superior white bull. He tells him that he and the three women in his life will have to obey every command, as they are now Justin’s personal property. His master will not tolerate any excuses, and it will be expected that the Indian is a perfect slave.
Advith can hardly believe all this, his heart is pounding and his cock is rock hard. Would his wife be ok with this? His daughter? Would other people know?
Advith sends a message back, assuring his master that he will be a good slave and enjoy racial humiliation. He asks if this will be discrete and if no one else will ever know. His new master assures him that nobody will know and that this will be their secret. Advith is breathless.
He drives home quickly to find his wife alone. His mother and daughter had gone out, leaving the two of them alone. Advith discusses all that has happened with his fat wife, who listens intently. She had talked about white men before and remarked that she thought they had big cocks.
After telling her about Justin, Bhavi agrees. After sending a text to their new master, they wait in their home.
Justin arrives not long later, and it is late at night. He knocks on the front door, and Advith lets his new master in. He introduces him to Bhavi, and they kick it off immediately. She is immediately in his hands, and they are flirting and grabbing on each other. Bhavi loves touching his firm muscular body, his chest and his stomach. Justin orders Advith to sit in the corner and watch.
With his big hand, he grabs handfuls of the Indian wife Bhavi’s fat ass, and she squeals when he does so. It is the best she can do to hang on to his chest and let him man-handle her. He slaps her ass back and forth, before pushing his hands up her saree. Their lips lock together, her head rolling back in her neck fat and him pushing his face into hers. Their tongues are in each other’s mouths, sloping back and forth. She is breathless and pulls away for a moment before being pulled back in.
Justin’s hands move all over her body, holding her fat belly and rolling along her sides and grabbing her ass. He holds her down, grabbing her arms and tilting her head back. He gets her on his knees and she starts pawing at his groin, where it is obvious that 8 inches of white cock is packed behind his pants.
She pulls down his zipper and pulls out his meaty cock and gasps in surprise at its length and girth. She can hardly get her hands around it and begins tugging on it back and forth. She can’t help but put it in her mouth, which she does by popping it in and out of her mouth and slapping it against her face.
Bhavi, a Hindi Indian woman who had only ever been fucked by her husband, was now soiling herself with a white American’s big fat cock. She clearly seemed pleased with the white man’s beautiful cock, she wiped her face with it and slapped it against the sides of her face. She gives him a very sloppy blowjob, saliva running down the sides of his cock.
After a few minutes of this, Justin feels his balls throb and ejaculates all over Bhavi’s face, shooting one, two, three thick loads of cum. Justin is groaning and he looks at Advith.
“You are now my property, and I expect you to obey me and anything I ask.”
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