An Indian girl’s first Black Cock

MY Name is Madiha and I’m a software engineer from India who got a chance to visit USA for a work related Project.Please find below my story and please spare the mistakes as English is not my first language.

I was literally jumping up in the air.I shouted “America,here I come”. My name was selected for the Requirement gathering meeting for the new Project for which I will travel onsite. After sloging for 2 years,I was finally considered for this important task.
I was called for a meeting.Amit,who was one year senior was among them. Then we had a delivery manager,2 Project Manager and a team lead. All of them married,above 30s and mentally lived in the era of License Raj.2 of them were Tamil Brahmin,1 Telugu and 1 Mallu. The Project was supposed to be 6 weeks.I asked where was it,they said “Omaha”
My face fell immediately. Omaha? Is that America or Africa?? Then I googled and found it was in Middle Part of USA.Next few days,we had several meetings,not for Project but for what we will do for food. They already checked that there was just a small shop for Indian groceries but the local Walmart had Basmati Rice. So,they put a plan as what utensils,we need to take,what pulses and masala powder we need to take. Even a NASA shuttle Program may not have such planning.
We got our business visas and finally the D-Day arrived.I was sent from airport by my parents and boyfriend and we made this journey to this mysterious Omaha.
It was a fair enough city but the problem was our office was in outskirts and we had to book a hotel close to it.Despite having 6 members,they booked just 2 rooms. One with a King Bed for me alone and the other one had 2 Queen Beds. and poor Amit had to ask for a rollaway bed and slept on the floor. Still it was tough for me as I need to wake up early,get ready myself and then leave the bathroom for the others to use as 5 people cannot get ready in the morning at the same time.
Amit was the only guy close to me as he was close to my age and had some modern thinking.The rest acted like Govt servants of 1980s,we went to office by shuttle and came back by that and we did literally nothing after that as they never came out,except for buying grocery shopping which also they used to calculate the rate,then converted into Rupees and then make a team meeting at groceries whether to buy or not.
Dal Rice,Spinach Dal Rice,tamarind Rice,Lemon Rice,Curd Rice.This was our daily food and since the office didn’t have much to offer at cafeteria.We had no other choice than to eat what they made.There was just a Taco Bell which had a half a kilometer walk for other food near our hotel and frankly I was getting tired of the same kind of food everyday. These managers were getting 5 times my salary but are trying to save as much as they can.
The third week,I got really bored and asked Amit if we can go to Omaha for a visit. As usual,all of them refused and even made jokes of going there alone.But still we went,honestly they didn’t miss much.All Omaha had were a zoo,a Botanical garden,a cathedral etc and we didn’t have much to roam.But still out of defiance,we came for another week.Also our place was far from every big US city like Chicago,New York,Las Vegas.Amit was feeling even more worse as he had to constantly hear their chattering about mundane topics. I wanted to call him to my room but that would create unnecessary talks from these morons.Pretty soon,I was praying God to end my misery soon.
On the last day,we had a small Thank You lunch in an Italian Restaurant and then came home . Amit came to my room after that and said that they are all going for some last minute shopping,which was a bit odd as we did just 2 days ago.I said I will also join,but he tried to discourage me from coming. Finally,he admitted that they wanted to go to a strip club and they gave poor Amit the task to stop me from joining them.He begged me not to react that I know about it and since I don’t want my appraisal ratings to get affected. I said ok.
After those “gentlemen” left with Amit. I didn’t know what to do.Thankfully,there was no cooking,so I went to the bar which was part of the Hotel.Not knowing where to sit,I sat in the big stools of the bar near the bartender. She was flirting with another customer and then finally arrived to me and asked “What you want,sweetie?”
“Anything non-alcoholic “ I said
“Do you want Coke,Mocktail or Smoothie?”
I felt she was talking in Greek.Looking at my expression,she gave me a menu card which had multiple pages like a textbook.and left to attend another customer.
“You should try a Long Island Ice Tea” said a booming voice next to me.I turned around and saw a Black guy.He was about mid thirties and way big even though he was sitting down,I had to look up to talk to him.I was startled looking at him.
“I’m Ricky” he said and extended his hand.I slowly shook it.His hands were really very big.He looked very imposing to me.I didn’t know what to do.He looked dangerous but his voice sounded so jovial .
“I’m Madiha” I shook back.
“Are you alone?” he asked.
I got frightened and said “I’m in this hotel and my friends will join me later”
“I too stay in the same hotel”.At that time,the bartender came near us. He said “ A Scotch on the Rocks and a Long Island Ice tea for the lady”
She looked at me and asked “ Are you ok with that,Sweety?”
I just nodded as I didn’t know what they all were talking.
She later came with the drink. He did a loud cheers and then we drank. I felt strange,it had a good taste but there was something a bit bitter.
Ricky started asking about where I’m from etc. After 4 sips,I said to Ricky that there is something wrong in the drink as it tastes a bit bitter,
“I’m sorry,ma’am” he said raising his hands” I just wanted to prank you.