0 comments/ 44337 views/ 5 favorites Asian Games: Event 1 By: beachb0y Whenever Mike traveled on business, he liked to get physical activity between the meetings. Usually this was a quick trip to the hotel gym, a jog in the hotel grounds, a dip in the pool, or sometimes a quick game of tennis. On his recent trip through Asia, he did the same, except this time, each destination rewarded his dedication to fitness with an experience of sexual novelty. Without planning to, he sampled a veritable international menu of fuckable women. It all began in Taiwan where his meetings were in the morning and he was free until dinner. The meetings had gone well, most people being interested in the professional management training seminars his company was offering. He called down to the fitness center and asked for an hour with the hotel tennis pro at noon. He then changed and headed out to warm up. Mike was well maintained for his forty years, but her knew he would need to stretch before a game against a pro. As he as ending his routine, he noticed a young woman in tennis gear heading toward the one tennis court. Had he made a mistake in his booking time? The woman, almost a girl, put her hair up as Mike admired her trim ass under her tennis skirt. He noticed she had large breasts for a Chinese woman, which bounced nicely under her half T-shirt as she walked up to him. Around her neck were the white straps of the bikini top that was restraining her tits. Her skin color was that of someone who had spent hours in the sun without burning. “Hello, I am Sammy, and I am your tennis partner for the hour,” she said in a crisp California accent, “you look ready, so let’s have some fun.” Mike stared for a while and then walked to his side of the court. She was good, better than him in many respects, and she soon had him running from side to side. He soon got used to her shots and was able to power a few past her as well. At the first water break she stripped off her T-shirt and played in her bikini top providing Mike with a gorgeous view of the top half of her perfectly round and tanned globes. Every time she bent to pick up the balls at the net, he was treated to a view of her breasts hanging down, or if she was facing the other way, the even more erotic view of her ass as her skirt moved up her thighs. Finally, after an hour, he sat down sweaty and exhausted. She walked around collecting the balls, providing Mike with more bending scenes to jerk off on later in the privacy of his hotel bath. He was completely hard by the time Sammy walked up to him, sweat forming rivulets down her wet-dream of a body. Her nipples had stood up because of the gentle breeze. She looked down at Mike’s crotch and licked some sweat of her upper lip. Her tongue made his dick twitch. He knew she had seen that and was a little embarrassed. She came and stood right in front of him, her groin directly in front of him. She was close enough to smell and she smelled sweet and sweaty. ‘What are your plans this afternoon?” she asked him, the sound of her voice distracting him from her glowing, brown skin. ‘Well, I need a shower first”. “Why not shower here,” she asked, pointing to the little pro-hut, “It has a great shower, towel …you could shower with me.” Mike was sure he had misheard, but she pulled him up and made her follow him inside. The light inside was dim, but he could see that she had pulled open the string of her bikini top and was heading toward another room. She looked over her shoulder allowing him to admire her naked back. Her perfect figure was silhouetted against the light. She grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down in a sexy striptease just for him. Her white panties formed a thin line down her ass crack. Mike stripped his T-shirt and shorts and followed her in his briefs, his massive erection leading him on. He entered the shower to see her reaching into the shower cubicle to turn on the water; she spun around and walked to him, reaching out to stroke his cock through his briefs. She fell to her knees, stripped him, and took him in her mouth wordlessly. Mike moaned. She took him out and stroked him with her long, thin fingers. “I have not seen such a great cock since I returned from the States. I knew yours was the right one for me. Hmmmm…” she moaned on his pecker. Mike lifted her and placed her on the sink counter. The steam from the shower as misting up the room, but he could still see the two of them in the mirror behind her. He bent down and saw that her panty crotch had become transparent with dampness. He peeled it off her ass to reveal a perfect, pink pussy with the sparsest of black hair above the clit. She had not shaved this; it was naturally this bare. He could smell her as he dropped his head between her legs. “Wait for after the shower, honey, I’ll taste better then” Sammy said closing her legs. “I want your all natural taste, and I want it now” he said pushing her knees apart with his broad shoulders. He was not disappointed. She had a sweet taste like a ripe fruit. Her pussy lips were wet and soft and he licked around her pussy for a while. He then licked her from ass to clit and back, before putting his tongue deep inside her. She lacked the sour taste some women have in the depths of their cunts. She was sugar-sweet everywhere. She had started moving her hips against his face and urging him to lick her higher. He found her love bud easily and started licking it slowly. He licked it from side to side, and around it. He then lowered his lips around her clit and kept licking it inside her mouth. Her juices were now flowing onto his chest. So he stuck a finger in her tight twat. He had to work it a bit before he could get it to move freely inside her. “Suck me please,” she whispered as he moved his fingers to the roof of her pussy, and then forward so that it was right behind the spot he was licking. He started sucking her softly and then as his fingers applied pressure from inside against her rough G-spot, he sucked her harder and harder, as her moans transformed to screams, and her movement against his mouth became pure and simple face fucking. “I am having …aaaa…you are making me have. …fuck …oh fuck me with your …aaaaaa” and she wet his face with her sweet cunt juices. The stepped into the shower, she holding his throbbing member. Sammy poured some soap gel onto her hand and started moving it up and down all 8 inches in her hands. She moved down and caressed his cannon balls with her soapy fingers. She poured some more gel directly onto her tits, rubbed them, allowing him to see her run her hands all over her delectable titties, down her flat belly to her nearly bald pussy. When she had a good lather worked up she rubbed her slippery breasts on his chest. She moved them from side to side and up and down. He kissed her deep as she kept rubbing her soapy body against his; creating erotic sparks of sexual static between them. She took her tongue from out of his mouth, and turned to get some shampoo. The sight of her tight rump was too much for Mike and he thrust against her. She moaned and grabbed him in her soapy hands from between her legs and rubbed his cock against her ass, her crack, her asshole, and then against her soapy pussy. His head was totally exposed and the friction against her slit from that angle was more than he could stand. He yelled, but never stopped thrusting against her. She rubbed him against her clit harder and harder until she started shaking with her second orgasm of the afternoon. She turned toward him, kissed his mouth, sucked his tongue, bit his lips, his nipples and then bent down and let the shower wash the soap off his pecker before taking him deep in her mouth. He felt the back of her throat and heard her gag momentarily before she got used to the girth of his penis. She reached around, massaged his balls, until she finally rested a slim, soapy finger against his ass. It was slippery enough for her to slip in, and soon she was massaging him from inside with one finger, fondling his balls with another, and sucking his cock deep in her warm mouth. Mike came with a loud, jungle yell. Sammy held him against her throat as his love cream erupted. The finger in his ass made him come with greater power than he ever had before. He felt her swallow three times to get all his cum out into her belly. When she let him out of her mouth, a little white dribble fell out, but she quickly caught it with the finger she had removed from his ass. ‘Yummy, I love the taste of a man’s cock and ass” she grinned up at him. They toweled each other off before heading to the other room where a soft couch beckoned them for some real fucking. Sammy opened a drawer and took out a box of lubricated and ribbed condoms. She bent down and put one on Mike. Nothing was as kinky as having a woman place a condom on his cock, it was the ultimate intimacy, and it held the promise of unthinkable, but safe, excitement. Once she was done Sammy bent over the couch and Mike aimed his rod into her pussy from the back. She was tight, and it must have hurt her as he plunged in without warning. She yelped. “Fuck me harder, fuck me like a dog” she ordered through clamped teeth, ‘Don’t stop until you cum.” He grabbed her delicious tits as the hung down. Visions of her leaning over the net to pick up the tennis balls came back to him and he throbbed inside her. His other hand pinched her clit and she came quickly in that position. She withdrew his cock from inside him. She pushed him down on the couch and sat on top of him. She first let him lick her sweet honey pot again, then rubbed his cock against her tits. She pushed them together for him, as his rod moved up and down. He noticed how dark her nipples were, and they excited him even more, he leant forward and sucked them for a while until she said “Now! Fuck my pussy now” and sat on him. She positioned the cock head at her opening and he impatiently thrust into her. She hung her tits in front of his mouth and he instinctively sucked the dark nipples. With the first poke, she was feeling waves of orgasm washing over her. She tightened her already tight pussy, and in two more thrusts, he exploded again, filling the condom tip in short spurts of cum. They collapsed in a heap of sweat, cum and saliva until it was time for him to go to his dinner. The next day he left for the next destination on his Asian business trip, not expecting to be fucked with such intensity again. Traveling in Asia was great. Asian Games: Event 2 He landed in Singapore’s Changi airport in the afternoon and was at his Orchard Road hotel within an hour thanks to this city-state’s phenomenal efficiency. He walked around the shopping district, and enjoyed the bargains. Even more he enjoyed the beauty of the Singaporean women. There were the women of Chinese heritage, with their long straight, highlighted hair, their small eyes. He loved their tight asses snuggling in fitting pants. Every woman seemed to be wearing thong panties which he could see outlined against their pants, inviting him to remove them with their swaying walks. There were the Malay women with their almond eyes, wavy hair, and lips you knew could suck you off in seconds. Many of them also had luscious tits and were not shy about showing ample cleavage for their muscle-bound boyfriends. There were the South Indian women, taller and thinner than any Indian women her had seen before, but whose dark skin intrigued Mike. He wondered what color their nipples would be, how dark their pussy lips were and what his white cum would look like lying on their flesh. Finally, there were the expat white, blonde women with large bouncing breasts, bra-less in this tropical heat. He slept well in the comfortable hotel bed, enjoying visions of dark Malay tits, fair Chinese asses and Indian skin. He woke up in the middle of a dream in which Sammy, the Taiwanese tennis pro from the day before, had been rubbing her luscious, round breasts on his cock. Waking with a painful erection, he went to the toilet and sat on the toilet and stroked himself until he ejaculated meagerly into his hands. Strange that the same act when performed by a pair of wet female lips, preferably with his mouth on a pussy, could result in such a hug amount of cum, cum that would fly out like a squirting water pistol. But in his own hands, the jism just dribbled out sadly. He decided to postpone shower until after a quick session at the hotel gym on the 5th floor. He found it with some difficulty, hidden behind the swimming pool changing rooms and some large tropical bushes. Not surprisingly, it was empty. He stepped onto the treadmill after some stretches and ran, watching himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. He heard the gym door open and saw a gorgeous, dark woman walk in, her sports bra covering juicy tits. An expanse of flat tummy separated the yellow top from a matching, loose pair of gym shorts. She smiled at him and stepped directly on the treadmill, and started walking at a brisk pace. He noticed that the shorts did not completely cover her chocolate colored ass and he could see the lower side of both butt cheeks. He tried not to stare, but she was lovely. Her eyes were black, large and flashed brightly in the mirror. She had high cheekbones and her straight hair had the brown highlights he had noticed all young women in this part of the world now used. But it was her full, red lips that captivated him. Until, that is, she picked up the pace and started running. Her bra seemed to be fighting a losing battle to restrain her heaving tits and they bounced madly with every step. Mike tried focusing on his own steps, even stared at his running shoes, but always found his eyes drawn involuntarily back to her lips or her tits. She stopped running after 10 minutes, but Mike still had another 5 on his routine. He noticed her begin working on some floor exercises, although his mind was already deep in a fantasy, but he could not decide if the fantasy should end with him cumming in those red, full, erotic lips or if he should explode screaming onto those twin mounds of heavenly pleasure. “Excuse me, could you help me out here?” he head a voice interrupt his decision making process. He looked to his right and there she was, lips, tits, eyes, hair …all of her was looking up at him. “I need some help with some of my exercises. Could you help” “Sure, what do you need me to do”…I could lick your asshole, suck your clit, nibble on those titties and paint your face with my cream if you asked me to, he further thought. “I want to do a handstand against the wall, but I need help raising my legs …they always fall to the side. Usually my trainer helps me, but could you?” she looked into his eyes and then let her eyes wander lower as he stepped off the treadmill. His mental debate on where to cum had left his 8-inch pecker standing tall, and she must have noticed. She licked her lips and smiled before walking toward the wall where she wanted to do her handstand. “I’m Devi” she said grabbing his hands, but looking at his rising member, “Just grab my legs when I lift them up” a request he could hardly turn down. He mumbled his introduction still staring at this goddess’ body. She placed her head and neck against the wall and pushed her legs up. Mike grabbed her shoes and then held her ankles. He was amazed at how long her dark legs were and as he followed them down with his eyes, he noticed her loose shorts were now revealing all of her ass. He made not pretense of not looking. Her eyes were shut, but she let her legs open just a little and Mike could see where her panties should have run from her ass to her pussy. But he detected no fabric, just a hint of darker skin. Her legs were amazingly creamy and soft and he ran his hands up and down a little as he pretended to get a better grip. “OK, done” she said and he reluctantly let go of her legs. “Would you like to try that, it’s great to feel the blood rush to your head.” He did not want to say that my blood was pumping to my head right now, the other, lower, head. So he did a handstand too, she holding my ankles. The two of them were very different heights, so his crotch ended up pressing against her tits in that position. She must have felt him throb, but rather than move away, she seemed to rub her boobs against him before letting him down. She lay down on the floor and said, “Could you let me grab your feet while I lift my feet up.” The classic ab exercise. He stood there, very aware that she could see up his shorts and that she must be able to see how far in front of him his cock was standing, even under his shorts. He looked down to see that she was indeed looking straight up. When it was his turn, things turned even more erotic as she stood above his face with her legs apart so that she could plant her feet on either side of him. He could now see that she was indeed wearing no underwear and that her outer pussy lips were darker than any he had seen, almost purple. He then had her sit on his feet as he started his crunches. The combination of the cool AC against her sweaty skin had made her nipple stand up under her sports bra. He could see their outline and size “You’re good” she said throatily, and then ran her hands over his abs. “MMmmmmm, so hard and well defined.” She had no idea what hard was unless she touched him lower. “How many crunches do you usually do?” “50 on a good day,” he replied reaching 40 with ease in her presence. “ Maybe I can help motivate you to do more today. I tell you what, for every one that you do over 50 today, I will let you kiss me with repetition, OK?” “…48, 49, 50, 51” and Mike brought his lips to her soft lips. And again. And again. At 57, Devi opened her mouth and brushed her tongue against his lips. At 58, she stuck it in his mouth, and 59 she kissed him deeply and at 60 she squeezed her boobs together and said, “Do another ten and I will let you kiss me somewhere else each time you come up.” She really knew how to motivate a guy. Mike’s abs and back were killing him but he kept coming up. She lifted the bottom of her bra and out popped the most amazingly round and firm tits he had ever seen. Her nipples were nearly black, and they stood out against the fairer part of her skin, the few square inches that were not as tan as the rest of her body. She clearly sunbathed with a tiny bikini. But here they were, standing proudly as Mike repeatedly kissed them, and as she counted “65…66 …67…” He had started sucking them. Finally, at 70, he had to collapse regardless how great her nipples felt in his mouth. She laughed as he lay back, sat above him for while and then let some swear drip from he tits onto his face. ‘Come motivate me at the weight machines” she called as she headed toward the weights. She sat down and started bring the weights from her sides to her front in a smooth action. Her breasts were still exposed and Mike licked them, but he found he was in the way. So he dropped to his knees, grabbed her shorts and yanked them off. She squealed. Her pussy was completely bare. He had been right, her exposed pussy lips were the nearly purple and they were gleaming with arousal. “What will you do? What if someone walks in?” “You do want motivation, don’t you?” and she simply moaned, as he brought his tongue to her slit and licked her sweaty, aroused cunt. She tasted spicy and sweet, and Mike wanted to eat her like a fruit. He licked around her lips feeling the smoothness of a recently shaved pussy. He inserted one finger into her and started thrusting it in with the same rhythm she was using with the weights. He kept up his licking as long as she was pumping the weights. She fought to keep pumping, but had to stop. Mike reluctantly stopped licking her. “Only when you pump, do you get ‘pumped” he grinned. “Come to the bench” she said “and help with the barbells.” She lay down, with only her sports bra covering her neck. He noticed that her breasts did not fall to the side when she lay down; they thrust upward, proudly and firmly. Her nipples were at least an inch long, he figured. Her abs were clearly defined. He removed the barbell from its support and she reached up for it. She lowered it and then raised it a few times. Each time, he supported it when she raised it to her full arms’ length. “Where’s my reward?” she demanded. Mike pulled down his shorts to reveal his 8-inch cock with its swollen, mushroom head. “Oooooooh, better than candy,” she said, gobbling the head into her mouth. She was still on her back, so her head position resulted in her nose tickling his scrotum as she sucked his cock into her mouth. Without letting go of him, she started her bench pressed with his assistance. Soon, he found himself fucking her face, thrusting into her mouth. She was gagging with its full length, but she kept sucking and lifting weights. When she finally could lift no more, he returned the dumbbell to its struts, but he did not let go of his throbbing member. Mike reached toward her boobs and squeezed them roughly. He removed her sweat-drenched sports bra from around her neck, leaving her in only her sports shoes and socks. She moaned into his cock and he kept mauling her tits with his hands. “No weights, no sucking” he told her and pulled himself out of her mouth just as he felt his orgasms build. Instead her lifted her up and took her place on the bench. She returned the favor by helping him with his bench presses. “But what will be your reward” she asked. “Just put that juicy twat on my face, baby” and with that, she sat down on his mouth so that he could lick her savory cunt juices. He loved its bareness, the simplicity of pussy with no hair made his precum flow freely. She moaned loudly and threw her head back. He licked her up and down and from her ass to her clit. “Yessssss… right there .. oh ya, oh ya, oh ya …ini, ini …saying” she drifted into her native tongue as his rubbed against her swollen, purple clitty. It entered his mouth like a sweet berry and he sucked it hard. Devi leaned forward and took his hot rod in her hands. She stroked him, and licked him from tip to base and further to his balls. She could not reach further, but she allowed her fingers to play between his sweaty balls and puckered ass hole. “Yummmmy,” she cried, “I love the flavor of sweat and sex” …a woman after my own tastes, Mike though, but his mouth was too full of pussy to speak. She was pushing against his mouth, moving, fucking and soon he could feel small waves of contractions inside her. He grabbed her ass hard and let one finger press against her butt hole. Devi took all 8 inches of his cock deep inside her lips so that he could feel her lips against his pubic hair, and moaned as her body was hit by a monster orgasm. Her ass clenched and she pushed hard against his face. The taste of her orgasmic juices, the feel of her asshole contracting and the thought of those juicy, red lips around his cock made him lift his ass high off the bench and come in her mouth. The first few spurts flew directly down her throat. He felt her bare pussy clench as she felt the cream run down to her belly. This made him come even more. He screamed as she took him out of her mouth never stopping wanking him firmly. Amazingly, he stayed hard even after he had unloaded such a mass of cum in her throat. She moved so that she could rub his cock head against her fleshy, sweaty, slippery tits, and he started fucking them. She pushed her well-muscled, sinewy arms together so that her globes made a deep, wet fuck valley for him. He placed his hands first on her strong shoulders, then on her head, losing his fingers in her dark hair. Every time he thrust up, the tip of his cock reached her lips and she kissed him. Soon she was sucking him with her mouth and fucking him with her tits. Mike wished this could go on forever, but when she said “Cum on my tits baby” he felt a jolt through his lower body and his orgasm forced a few more spurts of his creamy cum out of his cock. Finally, they were both drained, She turned around and he kissed her luscious lips. He could taste his cum all over her mouth. He looked down and saw his white jizz dripping down both her amazing, gravity, defying boobs. “My husband will be wondering where I am.” she said pulling her sports bra over her breasts and finding her shorts, “Thanks for the work-out.” She smiled naughtily. “Thanks for the motivation” he said as he caught one last glance of her dark pussy before she replaced her shorts. I love traveling, he thought. Asian Games: Event 3 Mike left Singapore reluctantly, but was excited about visiting the Indonesian paradise island of Bali. He arrived at Denpasar at night and was picked up by the hotel minibus. The drive to the hotel passed hundreds of Aussie tourists. But Mike was interested mainly in Balinese women. He had seen photos of these gorgeous specimens of femininity who until less than a century ago paraded the island with their perky breasts bare for all to see. The check-in lady at the counter was the perfect introduction to the beauty of Bali. She had jet-black hair and her skin was cocoa brown. Her eyes were the shape of almonds and her cleavage was modestly exposed under her lace, traditional sarong kebaya. Her nametag informed Mike that he was drooling over Sinta. Since it was late, Sinta herself showed Mike to his cabin. It was by the beach and a good 5-minute walk. Mike fell behind so that he could admire Sinta's swaying ass. It always turned him on when skinny women had well-rounded asses, and Sinta's was fighting to burst out of her sarong. She showed him the bedroom and the bathroom and then left him with his erect cock. Mike was exhausted and he ran himself a cool bath, poured some of the bubble bath in and sat down. Within minutes he found himself remembering Sammy in Taiwan, Devi in Singapore and Sinta's swaying ass. His soapy hand wanked his pecker, while another crept under to massage his own balls. He slipped it further back until it as pressed against his asshole. That made him cum and as a spurt shot up at him from his cock, he felt his ass ring contract around his finger. Mike went outside in his shorts and sat on the deck chair outside his room. He saw a couple walking past his door, a large white man and a local beauty in a tight white dress. Her smallish tits were pushed up into an alluring cleavage, but it was her ass, round and well formed that caught Mike's attention as she walked past. They walked into the cabin a few doors down. Well, the man did, the goddess stayed outside and looked at the sea. She untied her long black hair in a move of uninhibited intimacy. She then sat and unbuckled her red pumps, running her hands up and down her smooth, tan legs. Finally she went in and so did Mike and he fell asleep with visions of him on his knees spreading those beautiful long legs and kissing them up to her shapely ass … His first meeting the next day was at 10, so Mike grabbed a quick buffet breakfast first. He was rewarded with the sight of the goddess from last night walking in wearing a light pink bikini top that barely covered her nipples. Her bottom was covered with a blue batik wrap, but she had wrapped it tight enough for Mike to get a good idea of the shape of her ass. Her skin as uniformly golden-brown and looked delicious. She was eating fruit, and Mike could see the mango juices dribble down her chin and onto her chest between her teen tits. She looked down and wiped it with her finger momentarily shifting he bikini top so that Mike caught the quickest sight of a dark nipple. He left a little after 9 to get to his meeting and when he returned at noon he decided to swim. The pool was pretty deserted in the midday sun, but many of the seats were covered with sunbathing tourists. Almost all the white women were topless, but most were older than Mike. He dropped his book and towel on the one free seat. He looked up to see that the goddess was occupying the one next to him, lying on her back, her bikini top pulled aside so that her nipples were exposed to the sun. Her breasts were small, but firm and would still have filled Mike's mouth were he given a chance to suck on them. They were barely lighter than the rest of her supremely tanned body. He knew he would cum if he sat next to her, so he jumped into the empty pool and did some laps. He soon sensed that someone else had jumped in and when he surfaced he realized it was she. She raised herself onto a floating mattress and flopped on her belly. She was still topless. Mike swam around her mattress and noticed that her pink bikini bottom hardly covered her ass, and the water had mad it slightly clear. He looked right at her surprisingly hairy pussy through the fabric. She must have sensed his eyes from the back, because she half turned around and looked right at him. She then ran a finger from her mouth, over her sides, to her ass and then between her legs and under her bikini. Mike looked around to see if anyone else was looking, but they were all frying and asleep. The goddess then removed her finger from her pussy and pulled the bikini crotch aside for Mike to look unimpeded at her astonishing pussy lips. They were swollen like a ripe tropical fruit, the outer labia hanging down, dark, wrinkled and gleaming in the sunlight. She spread her legs wide open and then, sure that she had Mike's undivided attention, ran her red-tipped finger from her ass to her clit, pausing to pinch her fleshy labia. Mike noticed that her finger was lost among the dark flesh. She closed her eyes and moved her pussy-tickling finger for a few moments. She smiled at him and lowered her self into the water. They were both in shallow water so she walked toward him, and as she passed him she grabbed his cock through his bathing suit and sighed in his ear. Then she was gone. It took him a while to locate where she was, and she was walking toward where their cabins were. Mike jumped out of the pool, collected his things and followed her. He went into his cabin to drop his books and towels when he heard a soft knock on his door. He opened it hopefully. There she was wearing only a red hibiscus in her luxurious hair and a short batik robe that barely covered her pussy. She walked past him, dropped her robe and faced him. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, but she simply looked into his eyes and smiled. He realized that she did not speak a word of English. Her nipples stood up proudly on the tips of her perky tits and did not need a language to say, "Come lick us". Her pussy was covered by a tight triangle of thick, shiny hair yelling "fuck me hard". He could just make out the brief tan line left her discarded bikini. Mike always drooled at tan lines finding them sexy beyond nudity …the mischief of seeing what had been hidden from the sun. She raised her arms over her head, showing the ribs beneath her slim body. Finally, she lay back on the bed, grabbed her titties in her hands and spread her legs for him. Again no language needed and again her immense pussy lips captivated Mike. They swelled to either side of her pink slit like two engorged slices of mango. Mike dropped his shorts and stood their naked, his cock raised to its full 8 inches, his head exposed for her. He approached her, erect cock in hand. 'You want this there, or will you just play with yourself?" he asked rubbing his cock slowly. She moaned softly and raised a finger to her mouth and licked it. She then sat up and moved her wet finger between her spread legs. She touched it between her fleshy labia and closed her eyes. She then dropped her head and stuck out a serpentine tongue that reached her heaven-pointing nipples. She moved her hands up and down until she focused on her clit and started moaning in earnest. She turned onto her belly, so that Mike had a different view of her cunt. Her free hand was squeezing her boob. Her moans became higher and higher until they were more like squeals. He knew she would come in a few seconds, so he sat on the bed between her feet, leaned forward and dived in to eat her. She raised up her lovely ass and moaned. He lowered his face into her open ass and then to her pussy. She moaned and whined as he tongued her slit. She tasted fruity, almost as if she had rubbed the watermelons from this morning's breakfast into her pussy. 'You have the sexiest cunt I have ever seen. I love these fleshy fruits you have around your pink parts," he informed her sweaty ass. He licked her back to her asshole, and stuck a pussy-drenched singer in. She forced her ass further toward him submerging his knuckle in her shitter. When he took it out, she cried out, and he noticed the inside folds of her butt hole were swollen and had been pulled outside the hole. They were pink and smooth to the touch of his tongue. He licked her labia and was surprised at their firmness. They had a tangier taste, more sweaty, than the inside of her pussy. He held one between his teeth and nibbled at it. She cried out in surprise. He pulled away briefly. "Aaaaaaah …tolong, lagi, tolong!" she moaned pushing her ass into his face. That was the first he had heard of her voice and it did not bother him that he did not understand a word. It was clear what she wanted more. This time he dived in with renewed energy, chewing her lips, licking her slit and finally, driving her mad when he found her clit. "Iya …iya …iyaaaaaaa …saying, ini bagus" she said, repeating the last word as her orgasm approached like a tropical thunderstorm. Mike felt it build up as her labia miraculously swelled up more. As he licked her, she stuck a wet finger in her own ass, wriggling it until it as in all the way to her second knuckle. She was now writhing in ecstacy, riding Mike's mouth when she screamed out loud enough to wake the nappers at the pool. Suddenly, Mike's mouth was filled with a large quantity of a surprisingly bitter, steaming hot fluid that flowed out of her cunt, past his chin onto the bed. It took a while for him to realize that she had pissed during her orgasm. This had never happened in all his years of pussy licking and he found the sensation of pee in his mouth exciting enough to make him feel a steady flow of precum drip from his pecker. She collapsed onto the warm puddle unembarrassed. She knew how excited he would be by this. The thought of her piss flowing out between those fat lips was too much for Mike. He grabbed his cock, aimed it at her wide-open puss and thrust in with all his energy. She screamed something in Indonesian, but at this moment he did not care. He grabbed her wide, brown hips and fucked her like an animal. With every thrust, he filled her narrow pussy, hitting her cervix with his cock head. With every thrust, he felt her contract in a never-ending orgasm. With every thrust her pussy made lewd sloshing sounds. With every thrust she screamed for more. "Ya …iya …seperti ini, dong!" she yelped. "You like this? You want me to fuck you harder?" he asked her though he knew she did not understand him. He reached around her and grabbed one nipple. He was amazed at how big her areolas had become. His other hand went to her hairy cunt. The pubes were wet with her piss. He ran his hands all around her muff, and brought it to his mouth. He could smell the ripe smell of urine on his fingers, he let her lick it off, squeezing her nipples with vigor. When he touched her clit, her pussy grabbed his cock like a vice, making him yell out, "You are making me cum, you bitch, you dark skinned cum sucking, pissing whore." It was too much for him and he exploded deep inside her with one last thrust. He let every last drop of cum flow out of his dick into her mauled birth canal. "Oh god!" he moaned, his cock still throbbing in the post orgasmic heat of her pussy. His cock came out of her drenched cunt with a plop. She giggled, turned around and wordlessly took his drooping member in her warm mouth. She licked her own juices off him and then nibbled on his exposed cock head and rubbed her teeth up and down the whole length. She took him deep in her throat and swallowed. Mike felt his rod harden slightly in her mouth and the cum rise in his heavy balls. She let him fall out of his mouth and pushed him down on his belly. She kissed him all over his back, spending a long time on his butt cheeks before opening his legs and diving into his crack. She extended that long, thin tongue of hers and forced it past his ass sphincter. She moved it in and out as of she was ass-fucking him with her tongue. He screamed into the pillow. She grabbed his scrotum and pinched him; she stopped the tongue action when his cock started coming back to life and throbbing. She turned him over onto his back, spread his legs, took his cock in her mouth and then wiggled a finger around his butt and played inside his asshole. Mike reached under her, stuck a finger in her cunt. She started sucking him harder as he inserted another and then another finger in her pussy. Soon he had 4 fingers between those fleshy pussy lips. She was making loud noises with her mouth sealed around the base of his cock. Finally, Mike inserted the thumb, and was able to clench his fist inside her. She screamed with his rod still hard in her mouth, and he could feel her contracting on his hand. Juices squirted past his wrist onto the bed. Suddenly she forced the finger in his ass deeper, massaging Mike's prostate. He came with a bellow, letting one spurt of cum fly in her throat. She removed his dick from inside her mouth and jerked his so that the next four of five arcs of white goo slammed into her face with frightening intensity. She never stopped playing inside his asshole, and his cock kept contracting long after the last gob of cream had flown out. She replaced her mouth on him and licked off the last few dribbles of cum. She eased the nasty finger out of his butt, giving him the distinct feeling that he was taking a tiny shit. She looked him in the eye and brought her ass-drenched finger to her lips and sucked it. Without a word, she stood up, wrapped her robe around her and left. Asian Games: Event 4 Mike's flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with shopping. Luckily his company had booked him on business class, which in the Air India jumbo jet is on the upper deck. There were only two other passengers, an elderly Indian couple, in the business seats. The sari-clad flight attendant who had shown him to his seat in the second row had been a gorgeous, dark eyed, fair skinned beauty queen with a smile that could light up his dark bedroom any night. Her jet-black hair was tied in a tight bun behind her head. "Welcome aboard," she said her hands folded in front of her sizeable breasts in the traditional namaste greeting. Mike smiled at her and settled down with his in-flight magazine. He noticed he had a perfect view of the flight attendant preparing the drinks, or whatever it is that they do in their little area. From the back he could see her supremely well-rounded rump. The sari is an amazing use of a few meters of fabric, wrapped so that every area of the feminine body looks just a little more erotic. Skinny asses, he had noticed, looked rounder, and heavier women were made to appear slimmer by simply tying the sari a little different. Under the sari most modern women wear a small half-blouse to cover their breasts and a petticoat. Even then, untying a sari seemed like a delightful a prelude to a fuck. The flight attendant whose ass Mike was appreciating wore her sari low on her hips showing the delectable curves of her fertile body. As she moved, Mike noticed a silver chain around her waist – truly one of the most erotic pieces of jewelry invented. After take-off, when she brought the drinks, she introduced herself. "I am Sonia," she said pouring his apple juice, "Please call on me if you need anything." Mike thought she had emphasized the last word a little, and felt a little throb in his cock as he stared into her dark brown eyes. He noticed how long her curled eyelashes were, but before he could get lost too deep in them, Sonia let the part of the sari that covered her breasts (he later discovered it is called the palu and central to a number of fantasies of Indian males who forever are wondering what magical secrets are hidden behind the palu) drop for a brief moment, long enough for Mike to catch an appetizing glance of her deep cleavage as it dived into her blouse, dividing two luscious and creamy boobs. Now his cock was throbbing in definite excitement. "Enjoy your drink," she said as she walked on to serve the couple at the back of the section. "What I'd really like is to drink from those,..." he thought, remembering the brief flash of tit flesh he had been treated to. He continued with his magazine, reading an article on yoga in India through dinner. He was about to settle down for a quick shut-eye before they landed in Bombay, when he heard a soft voice next to him, "Mind if I sit down here?" It was Sonia, "there are so few people here that there is not much to do. I was noticing you reading the article on yoga. Do you practice it?" "I went for a few classes in my neighborhood, but not many," he said, captivated again by her flashing eyes, lined by dark eyelashes set against her fair skin. He let his eyes drop to her full, juicy lips. "How come? Not interested much?" Mike had a hard time focusing on what she said because her lips were so distractingly luscious. "Well...actually the guy running the sessions was not that interested in yoga. He was interested in...something else." "Like what?" she asked opening her round eyes even wider. Could this woman make every question sound sexy? "Actually, he was interested mainly in having sex with the women in the class. So, he would help all the young women stretch by touching them and pushing them, and he would only talk about how each pose could enhance your sex life..." "But yoga can do that," she interrupted suddenly. Then flustered, she added, "but you are right, it can do so much more." "You sound like a bit of an expert," he smiled at her. She gave him her beaming smile, looked at her hands and said, "I give lessons on days that I don't fly." Mike noticed that her cleavage was again visible and he was amazed at how firm and full her breasts seemed. Their creamy tops stuck out from her chest as she continued, "but I have never told my students what it could do for their sex..." and any hopes of having her talk more about her sex life vanished when the another flight attendant's voice announced that we were approaching Bombay. "I have to go now, it's been really nice talking to you," she said softly, giving him with one more view of that hypnotic cleft between her full-force tits. When he was about to climb down the stairs after landing, she slipped a boarding pass into his hand. On the back was written, "47783130, call me for yoga lessons, PLEASE". Mike reached the airport hotel where he was staying and where he had arranged his meetings the next afternoon. He decided to dial the number on the boarding pass. "Hello, Sonia here" her lovely voice chimed on the other side. "Hi, this is your yoga student." She laughed like a young girl, "when can you begin lessons?" He would have liked to have said "Right now, in this bed, with your creamy boobs in my face," but he thought that may be too forward for this Indian beauty. "How early can you make it in the morning?" he asked instead. They settled for 9 and she told him her apartment was only a 5 minute taxi ride from his hotel. The next morning, Mike showered, dressed and jumped into a air-conditioned blue taxi like a teenager going to his prom. He hoped this would end like his prom experience did – with his cock deep inside a gorgeous woman's pussy. He found her apartment with surprising ease. She opened the door before he rang the bell as if she had been waiting. She was dressed to fuck, or for yoga, depending on how your mind was working. Her spandex white top stretched over those wet-dream tits of hers, but did little more than emphasize the cleavage Mike had been fantasizing about since the flight. Her waist was exposed and again the silver waist chain arrested him. Finally he forced his eyes off her body and looked at her. She had noticed his obvious tour of her body and smiled at him as she let him in. "I made some fresh mango juice for us before we begin," she said walking toward the kitchen. Her long, thick black hair was open today and reached about half way down to her juicy rump. Her tight gym shorts were cut high along the thighs to resemble a bathing suit more than a gym suit. He noticed the elastic fabric entering her ass crack as she swayed away from him. His pecker started rising under his loose shorts. She handed him a glass of thick, golden nectar and they both sat on the seats facing the balcony. The sun was already high and only a large ceiling fan cooled her apartment. Drops of perspiration formed on her body. He watched a drop fall down her chest and run into her inviting cleavage. "Come," she said, and he almost did, wishing he could lick that one drop of sweat from her tits, "let us start with the exercises." She then walked to the center of the room saying, "Let is begin with the surya namaskar, the salutation of the sun." She then proceeded to throw her arms back that had the effect of throwing her breasts in his direction. "The rhythm of breathing is very important during yoga so be sure to watch my chest as it rises and falls to catch the rhythm," she I instructed him, as if he needed an excuse to stare shamelessly at her tits. She then bent forward at her hips and reached for her feet. AS she placed her feet at her ankles, Mike saw her breasts hanging down like over-rip fruits from a tree, restrained only by the white spandex. The exercise continued with Sonia, kneeling down, stretching her long legs behind her, and then pushing her ample ass high in the air. Since he was standing in front of her he stared at her that were the color of vanilla ice cream and swayed as she continued her exercises. She then had him imitate her moves. At one point she walked over and helped him with a stretch that involved Mike standing on one leg as he pointed the other one behind him. "I can see why your teacher liked to help his students stretch," she said as she pushed his shoulders as he leaned forward, rubbing her hands across his well-defined muscles. She then grabbed his leg close to his crotch and said, "This asana is good for circulation. Can you feel your blood pumping here?" she asked rubbing his upper thigh. He could feel blood pumping, but it was to the muscle between his legs. They continued with a number of exercises, all of which seemed to involve Sonia bending down toward him for his to see her swaying boobs, bending away from him so he could notice that her suit had climbed up her ass crack, or Sonia touching his sweaty body all over his arms, legs, chest, back, almost everywhere except the one place that was aching for her soft touch. Finally, she sat down in front of him in the lotus position that Mike imitated. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Her boobs rose and fell dramatically. Mike wondered how they would move if he was fucking her. This line of thinking was enhanced when he noticed the front of her suit had inched its way into her pussy and he could make out her outer lips against the fabric. There was also slight hint of dampness that may have been sweat, or it could have been something much more delicious. She opened her eyes and caught him staring firmly at her crotch. "I love meditation. It gives me a feeling of calm." She looked peaceful and lovely. Her eyes were shut, but the length of her curled eyelashes again amazed him. Her nose was narrow and led to her firm, red lips. "I can see that "So, you haven't told me how yoga can help your sex life," he said without shifting her gaze. She stood up and walked toward him. She positioned herself close enough to him that he could almost sniff the crotch he had been staring at. Her pussy was even more clearly defined against the fabric. "In three ways," she began, 'first, I do exercises that make these firm and round," and with that she grabbed her sports bra and lifted them over her head. Mike looked up at her naked globes of glory, tipped with raisin colored, large nipples that were juxtaposed dramatically against her creamy tit flesh. From below he could see that indeed, even with no support at all, there was minimal sag to her well-formed boobs. He groaned in appreciation, making her smile down at him. "Second," she bent down at her waist, so that her nipples rubbed against his face, "I have found my lovers always appreciate my flexibility," she said stripping first his T-shirt and then his shorts in quick succession. She then grabbed his already erect member at the base and lowered her face to it. After licking the head briefly like an ice cream cone her licks became faster like delicate butterfly flicks, before she took it her mouth and moved it around, savoring its new flavor. She moaned as she started moving her full, red lips up and down the length of his cock, all the while still on her feet and bending at her waist. She started sucking harder and harder on his dick when it was half way in her mouth and he could feel his head swell in her mouth. "In the kama sutra, this is called 'kissing the mango'." She told him and started spreading her legs on either side so that she lowered he crotch down to the floor, never releasing him from her sucking mouth. Her legs were completely spread like a gymnast doing floor exercises, and he could now see her pussy hair emerging from underneath. She let his cock out of her mouth with a slurpy plop. "What's the third reason?" he asked wondering who would need any more reasons to fuck this beauty. "For the third, you will have to go deeper," she said standing up again and pulling off her shorts. She dropped them in his lap as he admired her hairy pussy with its well-defined labia. Her pussy hair, dark against her fair skin, was dripping with a combination of sweat and cunt juices. He raised her shorts to his face and smelled her spicy musk. "Hmmmm...ripe enough to eat." "You naughty boy, do you want to eat my pussy or do you want me to show you reason three?" she asked spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. He wanted to find out the third reason, if he could only remember what the question had been. Right now, with the crotch of her panties at his nose, her gleaming cunt hair and the pink insides of her pussy were calling out to him. He sat up and started lapping her core. She tasted sweet with a hint of spice – cinnamon and cumin. Sonia squealed with delight. "To feel the third thing yoga does for my sex life," she disengaged his lips from her pussy, "you will have to put that huge cock of yours in here," she pointed to her open pussy. With that she pushed him back down and sat down on his dick in the lotus position, allowing him to glide into her sopping wet hole. 'Ohh, my god, you are so hot, you are burning up my cock," he moaned. "Yesssss...stick your monster deep...deeper...oh like that...sooooo deep inside me...inside my....pussssssssy" she said stretching every word to emphasize how his fat cock was stretching her insides, "ohhhh, you are ripping my...Oh" she exclaimed as his cock head expanded with an uncontrollable throb. "Now sit back and relax," she said pushing him away so that he could admire her massive, but taut, boobs and her darkened areolas, "this is the third thing I get from yoga. Muscle control," and with that she contracted her pussy walls creating a sensation Mike had never heard of, let alone felt. The contractions began at the tip of his cock, at her cervix and moved up his 8 inches to his base that was just inside her. The contractions then moved back and forth, squeezing him repeatedly in waves from base to tip, making it feel like her pussy was giving him the wettest hottest blow job ever. Soon he could feel his own balls contracting. He opened his mouth to scream but the sensation was too intense for any sound to come out "Please stop...I am going to...aaaaaah" "Go on...come inside. You don't want me to stop, do you?" He shook his head. "Then come baby, come inside my pussy, let me squeeze the juices out of your monster cock, shoot your cum up my cunt, now, ooooooh," she moaned as his cock stretched wide with the impending cumming. 'Oh god! Sonia, I love your pusssseeeeee" he bellowed as thick, scalding jets of gooey cum raced out of his throbbing cock filling her pussy and dribbling out the sides as she kept squeezing hjm with her internal muscles. When she felt the burning hot fluids filling her tight cunt, she started feeling waves of pleasure running through her body and she squealed, grabbed his still-erupting cock with one final, massive pussy contraction, threw her head back and came loudly on him. They sat like that for a while feeling the last mini- contractions inside her as his cock throbbed in empathy. They kissed deeply and explored each other's mouths. Her tongue was warm and firm. Without taking himself out of her, he dropped his head and licked her nipples making her throw her head back again and moan to the ceiling. He nibbled at her rock-solid, dark nipples and then took her entire, cushion like breast on his mouth. He ran his fingers from her boobs to her waist chain fingering the delicate silver work. Still nibbling at her sensitive nipple, he started sucking her breast harder and harder. "Oh yes!" she screamed, "I like it hard, suck them hard, like you want me to suck your cock, baby, even harder!" She moaned in disappointment as he let her breast slide out of his mouth, but recovered when he repeated the process on her other tit. This time, when he took the whole mass of cramy flesh in his mouth, he felt her pussy clamp down on his half- erect dick as she came again. "I have never come from tit sucking before," she informed him, "that was heavenly." They both stood up and went to finish their drinks. "Let's finish the exercises," she said, "but let's stay naked. This is how I do it when I am alone. All naked and sweaty. I often wish I had someone watching me when I do that," she added with a hint of mischief. As they finished with a few more asanas, Mike noticed that a white gob of his cum drip out of Sonia's hairy cunt. From his own dick a droplet of semen was hanging. Sonia saw what he was looking at, caught the streak of cum on her thigh with her fingers and inserted it in her mouth. "Yummmmy...and I think I want that too," she said reaching her finger under his hardening penis and scooping the white creamy goo. She then kissed him deep so that Mike could taste his own cum on her tongue. This made his hard as rock against her belly. His sensitive cock head rubbed against the chain. He squeezed her glorious breasts and then dropped to his knees. 'Oh yes, lick my pussy, lick it aaaaay," and when he moved up to lick her above her pee hole, she screamed out, "haaaaaa! Lick my clitty, oooooof!" Mike kept licking and sucking her as she stood on top of him. Her clit was getting harder and bigger like a mini penis. It was soon the size of a candy, and sweet as one too. He sucked on it, strumming it with his tongue.She was soon lapsing into "Hai Ram!" and other Hindi phrases he wished he understood. "I want to suck you while you suck me" she cried out. Mike tried pulling her down for a traditional 69 position. "No, you stand up also," she said. When he had. She turned her back so that his cock was running wet marks down her back and ass. He was about to thrust into her, when she bent down, pressed her ass hard against his crotch. She placed her hands on the floor and lifted her legs above her in a controlled handstand. She spread her legs completely so that he found himself looking down at the most wide-open pussy he had ever seen. It was wide open and he dipped his fingers in as he bent over to get a closer view (and sniff). She pushed up with her hands so that her pussy came up to his face and her face was between his knees. He understood what she wanted and grabbed her legs and lifted her up so that his face was buried again in her hairy muff and her mouth came up to his scrotum. She licked his balls thoroughly while he did the same to her peritoneum. Finally, he lifted her higher and she took his head between her lips. He inserted his tongue into her pussy. She licked the sensitive underside of his dick, and he moved his tongue all around her cunt. She then sucked him in half way and then sucked harder as she pulled her face away from him creating a delicious suction between her lips and his cock. He in turn licked her to her clit. Like duet singers, they took turns trying new things with their mouths on each others' sensitive spots. She then sucked him all the way on so that her nose was sniffing his balls and her lips were buried in his pubes. She kept moving her tongue and sucking hard. He knew he was going to explode very soon so her took her swollen cherry-sized clit in his mouth and sucked until he screamed, "I am coming baby...in your hot...aaaaah...suck me....Oooooh," he exclaimed as he felt a gush of hot juice spurt from her pussy onto his upper lip and run down into his mouth. The fluid was sweeter than the rest of her pussy juices had been. It had splashed his face. His giant member in her mouth muffled her own sounds. The feeling of her orgasm in a jet of female cum was too much for him. "Aaaaaah," he bellowed, "here it is, suck it..." and he felt the cum travel from his scrotum to her throat via a very hard cock. Asian Games: Event 4 She let him out and cum dribbled out of her mouth as a few more gobs of creamy goo spurted out of his cock slit onto her face. They both sat down exhausted from the effort of their acrobatic oral sex. But not for long. She stood up and led him to her air-conditioned bedroom. As the cooler air hit their bodies, they were both covered with goose bumps. On the bed she kissed his mouth and again the flavor of his own orgasm in her mouth had him ready for action. She kissed him down his chin and neck and bit his erect nipples. Then she grabbed his cock. "I think he wants some more pussy action," she said placing him at her entrance. He thrust up hard and started fucking her passionately. Her grabbed her weighty tits as they bounced above him. 'I love your hot yoni" he said, hoping to impress her with his knowledge of kama sutra terms. She laughed out, "Nobody calls it that when they're fucking one. That would be like an American woman calling her own pussy a vagina." "So what do you call it?" "In Hindi we say choot" "So what am I doing to your choot right now," he asked continuing to fuck her through the language lesson. She moaned, "You are chodoing my choot so beautifully...so hard." "What am I using to chodo you?" he asked shoving it in her to the hilt. 'Hai! You are chodoing me with your massive lund, your lora" "Say that in Hindi." "Tum meri choot ko chod rahe ho! Hai, tu meri choti si choot ko phad rahe ho!" she continued "What was that extra sentence?" "I said you were tearing my tight pussy." She said. "What are these?" he asked sitting up and sucking on her boobs, biting her inch-long nipples. She moaned for a while before saying, "those are my sensitive mammas. And you are choosoing them to make me cum again." She then pushed his head back and unexpectedly started swiveling on his cock so that she was facing way from him. He kept fucking her, but found her cunt even tighter in this position. He had seen this position used in hundreds of porn flicks and pictorials but never had he fucked a girl like this. He grabbed her ass and placed his finger on her asshole. She in turn grabbed his balls and massaged them. She displayed the flexibility she had mentioned before by bending and licking them while his cock was still in her pussy. He throbbed madly. She then leaned far forward, and stretched her legs so that her shins were supported on his shoulders. "This is called the wheelbarrow in kama sutra," she informed him, "It allows you to see my ass, play with it and it gives me the feeling that you are deep inside me." Mike admired the wide ass that had caught his attention the previous night on the flight. He noticed the ring around her asshole was dark as the skin on her nipples. He licked his finger and stuck it against her hole. Sonia moaned in delight, reached back and forced his finger in deeper. As he fucked her harder, she started moaning louder and louder and finally her body started shaking. "Oh your ass fingering is doing it. That is called my gaand. Meri gaand ko bhi pharo. You have your finger in my gaand. Rip my asshole with it. You are making me have another..." and she squeezed his cock inside her pussy in waves of ecstasy. He felt her butt hole clamp down on his finger "My choooooot" she screamed and collapsed with her head on the pillow. Mike still moved inside her, but soon pulled himself out for her to suck. She did for while, but then pushed him down. She pushed his legs up so that his knees were near his chest but apart. He had fucked many women like this but no woman had put him in this position, he was intrigued. Sonia kneeled between his legs, licked his cock, then down to his balls and finally his asshole. He screamed in pleasure. "Yummm. So tasty!" she moaned and stuck her tongue into his ass. Her hand moved up his balls and started wanking him. When he was painfully hard, she stopped licking his asshole, stood up and lowered herself so that her legs were inside his. Here pussy was squeezed tight in that position and as it slid over his cock, it was as if he was fucking a virgin's unopened slit. She leaned back so that he could see the full length of her body. The tightness, the heat of her pussy, the sight of her pussy hair, the clit, her creamy tits were all too much. She sat up, kissed him and her lovely face smiling at him and her warm lips and tongue took him over the top one last time. "Aaaaaaah. My lund is chodoing your choot!" he managed before exploding in a loud series of screams and spurts. She too felt series of small after shocks as he held her down onto his throbbing member. They lay down exhausted from their kinky experience. "Can you see how yoga has helped my sex life?" she asked, fondling his balls gently. He kissed her warm nipples, touched the silver waist chain and smiled as he ran his fingers in her delicious pussy hair. "Yes, and today I can see how it has helped my sex life as well." They took a quick catnap. Sonia threw her leg across Mike's body so that he could feel the heat from between her legs. She placed her head on his hairy chest and they enjoyed the silence after the heaving and moaning they had been a part of for over an hour. Mike looked at the photo of her family framed on her bedside table. "Tell me about your family," he said playing with her soft breasts. "We have a farm outside Delhi. It's where I grew up." "A farm girl?" Mike asked. So that explained the huge, creamy tits. "Not really an agricultural farm. We had some horses." Which explained the photograph of Sonia on a horse in another frame. Another girl was riding behind her. "That's my sister. She is a model here in Bombay, but she is so busy I hardly see her." "You sound sad about that?" "I am. We used to do everything together." Mike knew what she meant, but he could not help wondering what Sonia and that gorgeous young girl in bed at once would be like. He quickly forced that thought out of his mind since her knew he had his hands full with this gorgeous sister. Spoke on about her family and Mike found that he enjoyed the sound of her soft voice, so kept asking her more questions about her life, her family, her job. "What do you like about the airlines job?" "I love the travel and," she reached down to his pubic area, "you meet some interesting people." "And what do you hate the most about it?" he felt like Larry King. "The other flight attendants, especially the older ones can be really bitchy. Even the men...maybe they are even bitchier than the girls," she said giggling. He also liked the lilt of her slight Indian accent, which he found lacked the harshness of the Indians in the States who often force an Americanization of their natural accent resulting in an assault of the ears. He looked at the clock on the table and saw that he had an hour before his first meeting. "Sonia, I love lying here and that thing you are doing with your hand again, hmmmm, I could lie here and be wanked by you all day..." "So, stay, I don't fly until tomorrow night. Think of all the positions we still have to explore...I mean, all the yoga positions, that is." She opened her eyes wide, like an innocent virgin. He laughed, 'honey, I am not sure this poor body can handle any more 'positions', though I would love to try. But I have to shower before my meeting." "Then shower here. I have a nice shower, though the water is only cold." "Will you shower with me also?" She stood up in reply, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shower. The bright noon day sun filled the little, white tiled room. She turned on the water, and they both stepped into the stream of water. It was cold. Her nipples stood up like sentries, as did his. In his case though, what was more noticeable was the speed at which his pecker lost all its firmness. She giggled again, "Aw, poor fellow, he needs some warmth," and with that she dropped to her knees and took his flaccid dick in her mouth until the both felt it go hard. "Sonia, honey, I know I should have done this before we got in, but I gotta pee like crazy, so if you will excuse me for a second..." and he began to step out of the shower. She grabbed his waist, and then his dick. "I have to pee as well. But I want to see you do it. I know it will turn me on to see you pee and then to have you watch me. So let me hold you like this," and she aimed his dick at the drain, "and then I can do it too." Mike could not argue because at that moment his bladder let go a stream of steaming pee, the color of sunshine. She had him a little hard by that point and his piss flew out in a high arc and splashed the shower walls before racing down the walls. "Oooooh... I can feel it rush out of you. So powerful." She held him and then shook him off as if this was what she did for a living. "My turn," she said and squatted on the side of the shower so that her ass was right over the drain. She put her hands to her side for support and then sighed as she let our her hot steam of golden piss. It steamed as it hit the shower floor. Mike could see it come out from her pee hole like a geyser. When she was done, he bent down and licked her. "Oh baby, I'll taste like pee." She warned him, but he was already licking her where he had seen her stream exit. He took her hardening clit in his mouth and licked it in quick flicking movements. She then stood up and took the bar of sandalwood soap in her hands. She pulled him and kissed him as if she wanted to get a taste of her own peehole from his gullet. She soaped his chest, his arms and very quickly started working on his ready cock. She lathered up her hand and held his wide pole with both her hands, working them up and down, until his ehad was exposed and white with soap bubbles. All the while her tongue worked circles in his throat. She then lowered herself to her knees again, rubbing his whole torso with her hard nipples. She pushed her sizeable boobs together and let his soapy cock push between them. Mike was in heaven as his 8 inch dick rubbed between her cushion-soft titties as he played with her rock-hard nipples. His cock started throbbing and Mike knew he would not be able to hold his orgasm much. Sonia gave no indication that she wanted him to hold bak so he started fucking her tits faster. "Mmmmm...yessss...baby, fuck them, fuck them hard," she moaned," can you see the way your pink head peeks out of my soapy cleavage every time you thrust?" she asked him. It was exactly what he had been staring at. His cock head was red and swollen. She moved her heaving hooters slowly around him. The impossible feeling was enhanced when she took her fingers, rubbed it past his swaying scrotum and started playing with his asshole again. She took some soap and cleaned his rim and surprisingly deep inside his pucker. By then the shower had washed most of the soap off her tits and his cock. She licked his head, but did not take him in this time. Instead she licked his cock to the base, down to the balls, tongued each one moving her whole body under his legs. Suddenly Mike felt her tongue at his ass, more insistent that before. She forced his legs apart with her arms and Mike bent at the waist for balance and felt his butt hole open wider. At that point, she stuck her tongue out like a pink rubber dildo and started tongue-fucking his ass. "Oh no baby, you don't want to do that," he warned her In reply she grabbed his cock from behind. She started licking and wanking him with greater force. Mike felt her wipe his ass with her tongue and place her lips on the outside to suck him. When she did, he lost it. "Oh my fuck...god...damn..." he screamed as his balls contracted and a small gob of sex goo shot out of him higher than his pee had earlier and landed high on the shower walls. His cock and balls kept contracting as Sonia finished her tongue job, but he was cum-spent and his pecker heaved dryly in her masterful hands. She stood up and said, "I want you to soap me now...all over." And with that she handed him the soap. He formed a rich lather in his hands and started rubbing her neck, her shoulders and her arms. "ooooooh that feels so relaxing," she said, but her dark nipples had gone a shade blacker and were standing up like bullets. He soaped her chest and then around each breast, down to her waist band and navel, and then up the cleavage. He did this over and over until her whole upper body was soapy except her boobs. He then bent down and licked them all around the dark areolas. He bit her nipples making her scream. As he put her rubbery nipples in his mouth he felt his own dick come to life. He turned her around and soaped her curved back, past her narrow waist to her large round, Indian ass. His cock pushed against the puckered skin around her asshole for a while, but she grabbed it and pulled it between her legs. He started humping her fleshy butt, enjoying the rich dark color of those lovely mounds. She positioned his dick under her twat, allowing him to move the swollen helmet against her clit. 'Of fuck me lover!" she yelled, and he sank his hard-on inside her. He fucked her hard, she screamed for more. He grabbed her hips and held them tightly against her locking her body against his onslaught. Her screams now were interrupted now by her deep inhalation breaths. She sounded like a police siren going off. When he reached around for her swaying jugs, she lifted her legs off the floor and wrapped them around his legs. This lifted her so that his hands on her tits were all that were holding her upper body up, and those shapely legs around his were the only other support she had. She never stooped screaming. "Hai Ram!" she blurted out as he started up a hammering rhythm again, "I am going to come. There is nothing hotter than coming with your feet off the ground...feels like you are flying and cumming and...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" and as she said that for the last time, she screamed out like a banshee in heat. He looked down and saw her wide ass convulsing with her orgasm. He held her up until she unwound her legs from his and landed on the floor. The dried each other lovingly and she lay naked on the bed absently playing with her nipples as he dressed. "What time will you be done tonight." She asked. "About 7. Why?" "Oh nothing..." she trailed off mysteriously leaving him staring into her flashing black eyes, before he left her sex-drenched apartment.