November 10, 2008

Aashka was working late again. It was well after midnight. Her programming project was buggy and bumping up against a deadline. It was beginning to seem that every solution generated two new problems. She wished this thing was over and done with. Just about every night and weekend for the past three months had been spent struggling with this project. Aashka was healthy young woman with strong needs. Back home in New Delhi, she was considered beautiful and, even here in the United States, her dark beauty, slender body and sparkling eyes turned heads. There was little doubt that she could find a man to sleep with her and bring feelings of satisfaction to her yoni but she had no time for social activities at the present time. The project needed to be brought to completion and she was stuck for answers.

Swallowing her pride, she headed for Clay’s office. She knew Clay would be there, even if there were nobody else left on the floor. It seemed to her that the pale redhead man lived in his office.

Though Clay was only twenty-three, he was unarguably the firm’s alpha geek. The tall redhead wrote elegant code and was responsible for several major contributions to the last release of Linux. He was a force to be reckoned with in the world of computers but was known to be shy and somewhat reclusive. Clay had no sex life. His only previous sexual experiences had been with his right, and sometimes his left, hand. Though he was fluent in many programming languages, he found it almost impossible to speak with women. When Aashka appeared in his doorway, he felt the familiar surges of frustrated lust but tried to push them aside. Her white blouse was stretched across her well-rounded chest, her short, flowing skirt complimented her round hips and sexy dark brown legs. There was no way he was ever going to be able to score with a sleek, beautiful woman like her. She probably had men standing in line to touch her full, round breasts and smooth brown patchouli scented skin. Clay imagined she probably had her strong, shapely dark legs wrapped around the man of her choosing every night. It’s funny how a man who knew so much could know so little.

Clay looked over her printouts and then inserted the CD she’d brought with her into his disk drive. Aashka thought he looked comfortable in his tee shirt and old gym shorts and wished she could dress so casual. He was intensely staring at the computer monitor, rapidly scrolling through her code and occasionally muttering to himself. She thought he looked cute with his tousled, curly red hair and light freckles. From the look of his pale skin, she wondered when was the last time he’d been out in the sun. The sudden sound of his voice broke through the fog of her musings.

“Could you grab my tarantula folder for me?” he asked.

“Tarantula folder?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. Aashka thought it was a friendly, pleasant laugh. “It’s in the cabinet over there. Don’t worry, it won’t bite. It’s my collection of notes on big, hairy problems. It’s probably in the bottom drawer.”

Clay marveled at the sweet roundness of her rear end as she bent to search for the folder. Just the sight of her sexy body was making him hard.

“I don’t see anything marked tarantula here,” she said.

Clay got up to help. He stood behind her looking over her shoulder. Distracted by her silky black hair he moved a step too close. His crotch bumped up against her curvaceous butt, pressing his erect dick up against the crack of her ass.

He quickly stumbled backwards with profuse, stuttering apologies.

Aashka smiled and looked over her shoulder at the blushing man-child. Her own horniness had been wreaking havoc with her concentration recently.

“Your lingham is hard with lust,” she said with a little giggle.

“Yeah, I…um…oh!” Clay’s feeble reply was cut short by the sight of Aashka dropping her black panties and lifting her skirt to reveal her lovely brown ass and dark haired pussy. He saw her fingers reach down and begin rubbing between her legs.

“My yoni has deep yearnings, it is wet with lust. Could you perhaps be so kind as to help me with this additional problem?”

Clay was afraid that if he said a word he was going to wake from this dream. He quickly stepped out of his gym shorts and briefs. His erection stood straight out from his copper pubes as he shakily moved toward her beautiful raised brown posterior. She reached behind her back and grabbed his hard pink cock with her tender brown hand. She guided it between her spread legs until he could feel the moist warmth of her slit. Her body shifted a bit and then she placed his rock solid dick inside her. Clay couldn’t believe how hot and tight her pussy felt. His hips pushed forward and Aashka let out a long moan while he buried himself deep within her hot, humid depths. Her cunt muscles clenched around his shaft, somehow she was massaging his dick with her pussy. Though he wanted to fuck her fast and hard, Clay just stood there a moment, drowning in the swirling sensations her grasping, clutching, slick cunt muscles were sending through his cock and balls. It felt like time stood still and Clay never wanted it to start again. He wanted to die in the heat of her flaming, fantastic pussy.

Aashka began slowly moving, gently fucking him, her ass slowly rocking. He rubbed the silky brown flesh of her moving butt and began to slowly pump to her hypnotic, swaying beat of desire. Clay pushed up his tee shirt to feel her sweet smooth dark flesh against his. She ground her cunt against his cock a bit harder, a bit faster. He picked up on her fucking motions, sliding in and out of her cunt to the movements of the rotating, round ass that he held in his hands. Suddenly, he felt her fingers touch his plunging cock and then move up toward her hooded clit. With a deep groaning she began to rub her clit. Her ass was now thrusting against him and he started fucking her back as hard and fast as she was fucking him. It was now beyond all control. Their animalistic fucking buried their rational minds, driving them on in pounding, passionate fury. Their young nude torsos slapped together, the sounds echoing off the walls of the small office. What had started slow and gentle had become a sweat drenched, raw, lust driven race to orgasm accompanied by sub-human grunting and groaning. Clay’s breathing had become ragged, he felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest, he grabbed Aashka’s thrusting hips tight in both hands as their fast and furious final strokes drove them closer to meltdown. With one last powerful thrust, Clay’s cock drove deep into the hot, pulsating Indian pussy. His hips shook and twitched from the force of the cum tearing through him. Somewhere in the distance he heard Aashka’s desperate panting and long, loud moans. Her frantically, flashing fingers brought her over the top. Her rich brown flesh quivered with her orgasmic waves. Clay was grinning ear to ear.

Back in high school he’d written a paper on Kerouac’s “Dharma Bums”, little knowing that someday he would finally lose his virginity while riding the sweet curves of Aashka’s rippling dharma bum.

November 8, 2008

Maria had tried to see her father’s lawyer at his office but the waiting room of the Legal Aid office was always teeming with people. Finally, she used some connections in the Mexican community to get his home address. She was surprised that he lived in a scruffy apartment building near his office. She thought all lawyers were rich. This discovery just made her angrier. Not only was her father being represented by a Yankee lawyer with too clients but he had drawn the poorest lawyer in America. This was going to be more work than she thought.

Lionel heard the knock and went to the peephole. Staring back at him was a young girl with a dark complexion and a pretty face. Her big brown eyes were slightly slanted. Her dark hair went down past her shoulders and was shiny and straight. This was certainly nobody he’d met at Yale Law School and he didn’t remember her as one of his clients. He handled a lot of cases but knew this was one face he’d have no trouble remembering. When he opened the door, he was even surer that he’d never met this woman. Her body was squeezed into a tight red dress that almost looked like it had been painted on. Her proud, light brown breasts looked like they were about to pop out of the dress and the short hem length just barely covered her curvaceous rear end. Her belly was slightly rounded, her short legs were shapely. If he’d somehow been able to forget her face he knew that he’d never, ever, forget her body.

She pushed past him without an introduction and began berating him about how her father was about to be deported, how her mother was worried sick, how he wasn’t doing his job. As she ranted and raved, Lionel struggled to figure out who her father was. He would have asked but, in her present temper, Maria wasn’t letting him get a word in. When she finally stopped to catch her breath, Lionel was able to figure out which case she was talking about. He assured her that her father had been a naturalized US citizen for two years and could not be deported. At most, he might have to pay a small fine for driving under the influence and attend a few classes. It was his first offense and, though he’d flunked the Breathalyzer, he was just a hair over the legal limit.

Maria’s mood did a quick one-eighty.

“Papa can stay in America? You can do this? You are a much better lawyer than I thought. I apologize for insulting you. Please forgive my angry words. I was not being fair. How can I ever make it up to you?”

Lionel tried to reassure her that he hadn’t taken any of it personally and that he could understand why she was upset. He said he admired how she was willing to fight for her father. He said she had spunk.

Maria wrapped her arms around his neck. Her soft, sweet body was pressing up against him. Her perfume smelled of exotic flowers. Her prominent pubic mound was grinding against his crotch, causing his dick to stiffen. He later told himself he’d tried to break her grasp but deep down inside, he knew that he hadn’t tried real hard.

“You are a great lawyer and live like a poor man. You do not steal from the people. You are a saint,” Maria said in a husky voice.

Lionel’s attempt to protest was cut off by her passionate kiss. He had been so long without a woman. He soon found himself returning the kiss with fervor. His hands drifted down to her marvelous butt. He was sure she wasn’t wearing any panties. The mere thought was enough to increase his horniness. When Maria’s hand moved down to rub his crotch he was so sexually excited that he feared he’d cum in his pants.

“Senor Lawyer, you are big and hard,” Maria said with a giggle. “It is not healthy for a man to become so excited and not get relief.”

She quickly stripped him from the waist down. Holding his throbbing erection firmly in her soft hand she guided him to the couch. Lionel sat down and Maria stroked his dick gently and ran her sweet lips along his neck, moving slowly up to his mouth as Lionel freed her lovely light brown breasts from the top of her tight dress. His hands worshipfully rubbed her dark brown nipples, marveling at their erect size. Maria’s deep kiss intensified, she was moaning from his gentle touch. Lionel was softly groaning from her gentle hand job. His lust for this beautiful young Mexican girl was becoming uncontrollable.

Maria stood up for a moment and pulled her dress up to her waist. Lionel got a quick glimpse of her dark bushy cunt before she lowered it on to him. Her pussy was tight. Its hot moisture enveloped his hardness. She was on his lap, her long black hair dangling in his face, her beautiful round coffee colored breasts bouncing right in front of his eyes. She began fucking him with a heated passion Lionel had only imagined in his most secret dreams. Her hips were sliding back and forth, grinding his cock in and out of her succulent cunt. She was moaning and whispering incoherent cries of passion up against his ear while she fucked him harder and faster, pinning him down on the couch with her thrusting hips.

Lionel grabbed on to her tight round ass, amazed by the hard muscles he felt under the soft silky skin. The muscles seemed to ripple with her passionately intense fucking motions. It felt like his entire body was focused on the sweet heat of her sliding pussy and the intense pressure building in his balls. Sweat was pouring down his face, his heart was pounding rapidly, and his breath was coming out in gasps and groans. There was no stopping this mad rush to orgasm, not with this squirming young woman milking his prick for all her priceless pussy was worth. It came upon him like a powerful explosion of thunder. His fingers dug into Maria’s lovely round buttocks, his hips jerked off the couch. His cock ejaculated deep into her fiery hot cunt in spastic bursts, draining him down to his roots. He thought he was going to die and couldn’t think of a better way to do so. His nostrils drank in the smell of her flowery perfume mixed with their mingled sweat and love juices. In the distance he heard Maria’s panting moans.

Lionel did not know whether he would ever see this sexually enchanting, young Mexican woman ever again but knew, for sure, that he would never forget his first taste of habanera and honey.