Black and Asian Indian Sex ;The Best of All Worlds....Almost !!
I'm Hispanic and my lover of then seven years, KEN was Asian Indian. To some at first glance this combination may appear unlikely. But we saw it as a natural combination of ethnic heat, interracial errotica and non stop massalla spice. Some of you might remember the movie Mississippi MASALLA about a black man and Asian Indian woman who fall in love. Well masalla is just a combination of spices that can be changed or altered to increase or decrease the amount of heat, sweetness or sour taste that's emitted when consumed in food. For KEN and I we just chose to combine Puerto Rican spicy hot peppers with Asian Indian sweetness flavored by a pinch of Kama Sutra. KEN an I had the hottest relationship I had ever experienced and have yet to again even get a taste of. Although he was 20 years older than me, I knew I could not say no to being in this relationship from the first time I felt his tongue lick my uppper thigh right where the uppermost part of my thigh meets my groin area. We were neigbors for more than a year and just exchanged the occasional "hello" in passing at the bus stop on in passing each other entering and exiting the building. But one Christmas Eve KEN delivered a box of chocolate and a happy holiday card to my front door. Even though it was 11:00 at night, I did not think this late night delivery to be odd. But I was son to find out just how speial this delivery woruld be. I invited KEN in for a holiday drink of rum and egg nog and he accepted. To be honest, I probably was feeling a bit horney. I had been sipping rum and cokes for about an hour. Add to that the fact that I had been celibate for about a year and I guess I should have known that my newly reclaimed "virginity" was ripe for the plucking. Well KEN came in and while he was on his second drink of egg nog and rum,I moved from sitting across from him at the kitchen table to the livingroom couch that was in plain sight of where he still sat at the kitchen table. But I chose not to sit on the cushions of the couch, but rather to straddle the are of the couch by spreading my legs. I have a ritual that I engage in everytime I come in the house. I stand in the middle of the living room floor, peel off my clothes, shower and lotion my body.....and then put on a flimsy dress.......always with no panties. I like the tremendous feeling of freedom I get from having no panties on. So as you might guess, when I strolled over to the arm of the couch to straddle it, KEN quickly became aware that I had not panties on. Just so that I would leave no doubt in his mind, I hiked up my dress ever so slowly to reveal my upper thigh and newly shaved love snatch. As KEN looked on I rocked and massaged ever so gently bak and forth on the arm of the couch. As his eyes grew rounded and began to flicker with excitment.....he pretended to keep sipping his drink. It was very obvious that he was only pretending to drink because his other hand had solo, unzipped his pants and freed his now swollen cock. With that same hand he was ever so rythmically stroking his cock. This obviously was my first time seeing the head of his cock and it was the head of my dreams. He had the most beautiful, full, swollen mushroom head. The shaft of his Indian tan cock had a goregeously buldging swollen vein that I couldn't wait to run my tongue up and down, back and forth to the tip and down again to the base. Well this view was right up
my sexual preference ally. I unstraddled the couch and moved back to the kitchen table area where KEN still sat...only now he was slide back in the chair with his legs spread. I Came over to him and spread his legs as I squatted in front of him and positioned myself between his legs. As I squatted, I hiked up my dress to make sure that my shaved pussy was easily accessible to his finger tips. I reached for this free hand....the one that wasn't stroking his swollen cock and guided his fingers to spread the lips of my incredibly wet snatch. I tipped my head back and moaned with glee as I guided his fingers up and down over my clit. The hotter I got the more pressure I applied to his fingers being guided my my hand. By this point I could wait no longer.....I had to suck his cock. With both of our hands still between my legs I bent my lips forward to wrap then around the head of his member. As I filicked my tongue in and out of the head, the most tasty cum that I had ever tasted began to ooze out. I have always like Indian food and his cum oozed tne sweetest combination of spices and scents from some of my favorite dishes. It my have been my imagination....but I swear that I tasted cinnamon, ginger the sweetness of Indian desserts. Usually I would have sucked, tasted and nibbled slowly....but I couldn't. KEN tasted so good that instead of sucking his cock like an experienced veteran, I sucked so hard and fast as I could so that he would cum as soon as possible. I just wanted to taste all of him as soon as possible. As I felt his load to cum well up in his cock in anticipation in a huge explosion my head pumped up and down faster and faster.Finally, KEN exploded with the sweetest load of cum I EVER had the pleasure of tasting. I usually don't swallow, but this time I Surprised myself and gladly inhaled every drop. As I stood up. he pulled me toward him by grabbing my hips and ass. That's when he planted his teeth, tongue, lips and tongue onto the spot where my upper thigh connects with my cunt. Mmmmmmm, I moaned with pleasure. As he moved towards the middele of my cunt lips, he seperated the lips to expose my swollen clit. KEN sucked on my clit for a good 20 minutes. He skillfully alternated between gently squeezing my clit between two of his fingers; nibbling my clit with just the right pressure between his teeth and slowly pushing me slightly away from him so that he could slide two fingers in and out of my cunt so that my pussy juice would stream down the inside of my thighs. Occassionally he would stick one or two of his fingers deep inside me and then ask me to "look" as he slowly sucked them dry and ready for the rewetting process.
Well the rest of our relationship is the story of absolutely frantastic sex....day in and day out...for seven years. I hope to share more of our hot, massalla spicy times in future writings. Wait until you hear about our threesome with one of his co-workers. HOT, HOT, HOT!!!!
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