Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

The next three or so weeks for me had me in a giddy stupor. I will admit that I've never had feelings for any man before, so it was really, really hard to recognize just what it meant that there was a strange fluttering in my stomach and a quickening of my heartbeat whenever I was around Max. And on top of that he got me ridiculously horny. Like all the time. He could get me wet without even touching me. It could be something as insignificant as a look, or a single well-worded comment. I think Max had begun to find all my buttons, and he had no issues with pressing them. After the first time he fucked my ass he didn't hesitate to keep claiming it. Soon I was giving him all of me, and letting him use me in any way. This doesn't mean I was some passive creature. He did things to me, wonderful things but I tended to initiate more often. I couldn't help it. Every time I thought I had gotten enough, I just began to crave more. And not just animalistic fucking that left me sore, sweating and shaking with exhaustion. Though that was great too. Making love with him was divine. His skin caressing mine, his lips soft and sweet, his muscles rippling under my hands as I gripped him while at the cusp of pleasure...I couldn't get enough of that either. And it made odd feelings rouse in me. One such night this happened, I was sleeping over at his room again. We had stayed up till 3 AM, just cuddling and watching a movie together. Okay, so I made him get up and make me microwavable mac and cheese at one point, but aside from that we were in constant cuddle mode. He had wanted to watch more Bollywood movies, so I had scrounged up a few of my favorites, and now we were watching Hum Tum. A staple of most Hindi movies is the rainy scene, where lovers sing and sensually dance together while being drenched by the rain. This particular movie had a song with very...moving lyrics. Let your breath sink into mine... Slowly let your heartbeat increase. This is what the moment bids We must draw near, I and you, You and I. Oh...I shifted where I lay next to Max. My head was resting under his arm and against his chest, and my squirming made his hand fall down to my breast or maybe it didn't just fall of its own accord. This was a movie I had watched before, but the lyrics were a bit more different now that I heard them while I was with Max. I was wearing nothing but a thin pink crop top that hung losely under the curves of my breasts, and a lacy black thong. Max liked me braless, and I had no complaints with that, so that's how I stayed most nights. Touch my body this way, As if it were a melodious instrument. Darkness is hidden in your hair Let it fall loose, so night can be free. Let your scarf slip from your breast Let 1 drops of dew slip away. I began to nibble my lip, and noticed that my nipples had hardened. Max seemed to notice this too, since his hand was now casually stroking the protruding nub of my nipple through my shirt. He gave me an amused glance, inclining his head towards the television where the couple still did swayed under pouring rain. Really? All it takes is that? Making a face, I swatted playfully at his arm. No! I'm just...cold. I finished and tried not to grimace at my bad lie. Max straight up laughed and shook his head, and I pretended to glare at him. Taking the remote control, I turned the television off and tossed the remote aside. You can't get all smug with me, Mister Hansen, I said coyly while lying down across his legs. Hiking up the flimsy material of my shirt, I exposed my plump breasts. Max gave a slight groan, and his hands rose to touch but I shook my head and grinned, pushing his fingers away. No touching...not yet. I had his shorts down in seconds. Burying my face against his balls, I moaned as I took in his musky male scent, and then with one swift motion I ran my tongue along the pliant skin of his balls up his entire shaft. Stopping at the head, I gazed straight into Max's eyes while giving his cockhead a slow and sucking kiss. He was now rock hard and panting for breath. Fuck...Riya. Really? All it takes is that? I teased. He grinned and just gripped my hair at the back of his head before giving it a firm tug in response. I began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, slathering it with my drool, which also dripped unchecked down my chin. When I had it nice and wet, I hugged it with my tits, and my cushiony brown flesh swallowed the swollen length of his cock. You like that babe? I murmured, looking at him before I lowered my head and licked and spat on his cock while rubbing my tits faster and faster against it. Soon my breasts were a slippery, bouncy blur, as I jacked him off hard and fast. Max had his head thrown back now, but his hold on my hair was still adamant. Sometimes he would jerk my head down and I would comply, lowering my breasts down to rest on his balls while I slid him in and out of the constricting dampness of my throat. He had a fondness of holding me down sometimes, until I was flailing for breath, choking and crying so that my mascara trickled down my cheeks. He did that then, and I felt my chin bury into my tits as I had him rapidly fuck my throat in short and swift motions. When he let me up for air I gasped, but I did not pause in pleasuring him, my hands immediately grabbing my breasts to continue fucking him. Oh baby, mmm...I want you to blow your load all over my tits. Just spray it all over my fucking face. Make my face and tits filthy with your cum. I moaned. Max didn't seem to need more bidding than this. He gripped my hair so hard it hurt, and began fucking my throat with abandon, his head tilted back and his eyes shut tight. He came hard, and he came a lot. It flooded my mouth, the taste strong and bitter. I let it dribble out of my lips, and it seeped down my chin in thick rivulets, until it splattered across my chest. Sitting up on my knees, I lifted my tits with my hands and began lapping up his globs of cum while not taking my eyes off Max. He smiled where he lay, and beckoned me with one hand. By this point we could switch from aggressively tearing at each other to sharing a tender embrace pretty smoothly. It was a natural flow, and there was no awkwardness when we fell out of a role and went back to normal. So it was no surprise when the kiss he gave me was one that was sweet, and seeking, and so very loving. We fell asleep naked, the sheets deliciously cool on our skin. Even as I faded out, my euphoria was tinged with guilt. I still hadn't told Max about my parents. The ghost of his kiss remained on my lips, and I touched them lightly. I felt the pressure of tears rising to my eyes, and swallowed hard. He cared for me. A lot. I think I had known for a while, but it was hard to acknowledge because then I had to deal with my feelings, which meant I had to deal with my special circumstances. I had to tell him tomorrow. Max woke up to the sight of me draped in one of his long sleeved shirts and nothing else. I had woken up maybe an hour before him, anxious about what I had to disclose. Good morning, I smiled from the foot of his bed. He looked so yummy with the sheets pooled at his waist. If I didn't have serious things to discuss, I probably would have thrown myself at him. Max's roommate had a fancy coffeemaker he allowed us to use, so I had prepared two steaming cups of the stuff, and had one waiting for Max. Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well? he murmured sleepily, and I felt that now familiar swelling in my chest and tightness in my throat. He was so unbearably sweet sometimes. Somehow I managed a nod. As he sat up in bed I gingerly handed him his mug of coffee before I perched at the foot of his bed again. Max...there's something I need to make clear now that we're so...close, I started nervously, fiddling with my hair. He looked at me over the rim of his cup, a mixture of interest and trepidation on his face. It's nothing too terrible. I mean it kind of is but it's probably...fixable. You see...my parents are really, really traditional. And this means that one day soon they expect me to get married. To a Pakistani guy. And they would totally kill me if I went out with a white guy, I said this all hesitantly, not sure how Max would take it. I didn't want to hurt him. However, putting up my usual barriers was tiring, and painful. I wanted him to know all of me. And this sucks even more because...because... my tongue seemed to get heavy in my mouth but I pressed on, ...because I really like you Max. I have since we first started becoming friends. It's just that I had no hope...for us. But now...I really want to try. Really, really want to try. You're so amazing to me Max, and I can't imagine how much it would hurt to lose you... I faltered here, my voice cracking. There were tears stinging at my eyes so I hastily looked down. I don't know if you'll want anything to do with me after knowing that, and I'm sorry it took so long to tell you. I just wanted to be sure that this was something I'd be willing to fight for. And I am...if you want me that is... I finished in a murmur.