My name is Hemisha. I'm a British born married Indian lady who has an obsession with huge cocks. I'm only 5.2 with a pretty slim body, enhanced DD boobs and a nice round ass. My husband prefers me to keep my pussy completely waxed and smooth. I often read the stories on this site and thought that its time that I shared some of my experiences. When I was at college I had my first taste of freedom and at 18 I had a few experiences with guys. Nothing amazing but still quite nice. So how did my love of big cocks start? I used to travel on a the tube everyday. Anyone from London will know how packed it can be. So there I was in my tight Jeans, that showed off off my tight full young ass perfectly. My high ankle boots and little tight top finished off my outfit. It was standing room only and when the tube came to a stop at the next station, a smart guy (around early 30's) got on. As everyone else packed into the carriage, he positioned himself beside me. He was much taller than me and smiled down and started to make small talk. I was immediately attracted to him. He was so different from the guys at college. The packed train was jarring around a little and it wasn't long before he was literally pressed up against me. Thats when I first felt it. There was a definite big bulge in his smart pin stripped trousers and as we chatted he gently pushed it against me again as if he was testing me out. My little Indian Pussy began to moisten up and his big cock was growing heavier by the second as we chatted. I couldn't help myself and glanced down. The bulge in his trousers was now huge. He could see me looking and thankfully we were so closely packed together that no one else had noticed. He lent down and whispered closely into my ear, that he was sorry but he couldn't help himself and that it was me that was making him so hard. I just replied that it was OK. That was the signal that he wanted and it was only a matter of seconds later before he had a quick sly, feel of my young, denim clad arse. He said that he would love to meet up with me and that he was going to give me his card for me to call him, if I was "up for it" as he put it. So there I was. An 18 year old Indian girl with soaking cotton panties, taking the card of an older white guy who was still pressing his big cock against me. The train was coming to a stop and he lent down to to chat to me one last time before getting off. "Please come and meet up with me as I would love to give you my fat nine inch cock" I bit my lip in response, my little Desi cunt soaking at the thought. Then he was gone. As soon as I got back to my digs, i went to my room and played to myself until I was exhausted. I came so many times, thinking about his 9" cock. Could it really be that big. I was desperate to find out for myself. Did I call him? Yes of course and two days later, I experienced it for real. If you like, I can tell you all about it.