Intro: This is a truish short story with a bit of added spice. It is written in first person and involves an Indian American (me) and an Indian. So, if that is not your thing, I'd still suggest you to be openminded and read it. Lol. Be warned that this story comes under adultery between two consenting adults. Foreign/unfamiliar words: Varsha -- means rai...
(151) Next day while returning in the evening, Prof.Sonali was sandwiched between two young guys. Both of them started squeezing her boobs. She also started stroking their cocks. All of them got down at Maidan station, and walked towards Victorian Memorial. The Victoria Memorial, a huge monument made of white marble located in the heart of the City of Joy,...
The next day might have looked routine to many but for me it was a very unusual day. The dilemma continued as I was engrossed with the rights and wrongs. Like a robot, I went ahead with my day. I prepared breakfast for all, prepared the kids for school, bid my in laws goodbye and then drove the kids to school. From there I proceeded to my clinic which had al...
Chapter 03: The Discovery For those of you who have read the first two chapters of this ever-growing series about an oversexed Indian girl you will have no difficulty in understanding the concepts provided here. For those who haven't, I suggest you go back and read them. They are in the first time section. Bhavita always found dark skinned men very erotic...
"Mmmmm...huh...What the..." I said as I opened my eyes. I was in deep sleep and some movement and a tingling feeling woke me up. The room was dark and I couldn't see what was going on but the tingling sensation just continued. That sensation was accompanied by slurping sounds. I saw a silhouette to my side with its end over my chest. The silhouette moved s...
This story is a sequel to “Bhavita Fakir Chhiba – The Discovery” posted in the interracial archives. The introduction is found in Bhavita 01 and 02, which is posted in the first time archives. The author hopes you enjoy all the exploits of this oversexed Indian girl who in this part of the saga has just discovered the joys of interracial sex. In the first p...
Still on my knees, I looked at Akash, not sure what I would see there. Sadness? Anger? After all, I had gone down on my knees and been throat fucked by a total stranger, never mind the fact that he had a modicum of hold over us. I supposed even at that point that we could have toughed it out, used a lawyer or something and come out OK, but the thought had no...
"A...Akash," I said, still a little out of breath. I was more startled at seeing him there than anything I guess, but he'd definitely taken his shower a lot quicker that I'd expected. Or maybe it was my sense of time that had become warped, engrossed as I had been in seeing the spectacle next door. "Varsha," he said. A statement of fact, no inflection at al...
This story grew from a short email from a fan (I hope I can call him a fan). ***** I shivered with anticipation and excitement as I walked briskly from my hotel in downtown Seattle to Aditya's room at the Sheraton. I turned left on Union and saw the large hotel's sign on the front of the skyscraper on 6th Avenue. In my eagerness to get up to the 17th floor...
Chapter 1 "Ms. Shawcross will see you now," said the willowy blonde secretary, motioning them to follow her. Charles Emerson noticed that she had a pronounced seesaw to her hips as she undulated down the corridor to the conference room they had requested. "You know this is not going to be pleasant," warned Don Carcharo, Emerson's lawyer. "I don't expec...