Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

DaddyisHere said I said, come here, Click to expand... I felt a shiver trickle down my spine when he said it, though I can't be sure why. My bashfulness had overcome me when he had all of a sudden professed his interest in me. And there seemed to be a lot of interest. I suddenly found the floor to be very captivating. Also, I just couldn't look him in the eyes, my face was too flushed. I've wanted to kiss you since the very first day I saw you in your parents' restaurant. I've dreamed about it for over a year now. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Now kiss, me, and make one of my dreams come true. Max said, his warm breath caressing my lips. I managed to raise my gaze to meet his then, despite my heart feeling like it had leaped high and lodged itself in my throat. And then we were kissing. I had honestly never felt like this before, and the waves of emotions and sensations were almost too much to handle. I just let them wash over me, not really bothering to analyze them or get anxious over the little details like I normally would. Oh, god Riya. What have you gotten yourself into? There was that niggling voice of doubt and fear, of getting caught somehow. Getting caught while in folded in the arms of a non-Pakistani boy, while his lips were tenderly taking mine. The thoughts were there, yes, but I quickly dismissed them. I was not going to let some what ifs ruin this for me. Did you... did you feel that too? he asked softly. That? What was that? I could not quite define it, but I knew what he meant. As I nibbled my lower lip in thought, I managed to nod. This seemed to spur him on, and he pulled me to him and crushed my mouth with his. I moaned waveringly into the kiss, especially when his tongue found mine. My skin tingled where he gripped me. I felt an escalating heat between my legs, and I knew my shorts would soon be dappled from how wet I could feel myself getting. At this point you might be wondering how a quiet Pakistani girl from a traditional background ended up so interested in sex. I had a strong fascination for it ever since I was young, and even in urban Pakistan, you see things and hear things. And then I came here and found the Internet. Porn was everywhere, and helped me uh...deal with my burgeoning sex drive. But it also made me want to try the things I saw on a man, and Max was now tempting me beyond belief. He seemed to have the same idea, judging by the way his hands explored my body and then decidedly took a hold of one of my nipples through my shirt. I was doomed. As sensitive as I was down below, it was nothing compared to how receptive my nipples were. I had made myself orgasm from just flicking and twisting them for a while. So when Max's hand gripped the little nub it was all I could do to keep from clawing at his shirt. I dug my nails into his shoulders and undulated my body against his so that my breasts would rub against his chest, and I could feel that delicious rush again. Eventually, I could take it no longer, and I found myself tearing at his shirt. My mouth went straight to his neck, and I nibbled, sucked and kissed him there like I had wanted to for ages. I dragged my lips down his chest to where his nipples were, glancing upwards to give him a tiny mischievous smile. I began to tweak his nipple with my tongue, secretly hoping that he might return the favor later. And then I was on top. Our kiss was still hungry and unrelenting. His hands, with their slight roughness, were gliding over my back, and I quivered, never having had any man touch me there before. Oh, God. Max. was all I managed to whimper against his lips as we began to grind. My...pussy felt aflame, yet soaked at the same time. And there was this insatiable throbbing that I'd never felt before. It almost frightened me. But I wanted to push further, to pleasure Max and to have him do the same to me. I swallowed hard, and wondered for the first time if I would be up to the task. Watching such acts in porn was entirely different from doing them yourself. Ambreen, you have no idea how much I would love to see you without that shirt on. I gave a pause and hovered over him, breathing hard, my hair in a disarray and falling into my face. You have to understand, I had never had my clothes off in front of anybody since I was about 3 when I needed help getting them on still. It's an odd thing, to do something for so long and then to just dismiss it. I gave no response but I lowered my face to Max's, and gently captured his bottom lip between my teeth so I could lightly nibble on it and then kiss him. As I did so I lifted my shirt higher, until my breasts felt the nip of the air. Then I sat up on my knees and took the whole thing off, all the while adjusting where I sat so that I was directly over Max's cock. When I lowered myself again his cock was perfectly ensconced in the gap between my ass cheeks. If I shifted my hips back it would grind against my throbbing pussy...but as tempting as that was I didn't. I could feel my skin burning as Max gazed at me, and I knew my dark nipples were now hard and small. If only I'd known earlier... I murmured as I placed my hands over both his, and slowly guided them over the slope of my hips. I brought his hands to my breasts, and gave a small gasp as I felt the unfamiliar touch. Max gripped them lightly, his fingertips slightly denting my soft flesh. My nipples were poking into his palms. I tend not to use expletives, so you'll have to excuse me when I say it felt really fucking good. There was no helping it. I began to grind my hips in a small circle, so that the hardness of his cock rubbed my pussy through my shorts. He gave a surprised groan. Ambreen... Oh, fuck. Max. I couldn't help but moan from the amazing friction against my clit, my back curving as I thrust my breasts further into his hands. My hands were still on top of his so I lightly broke his hold on my one of tits and dragged that hand to my mouth where I caught his forefinger in my mouth and slowly sucked on it while still grinding my pussy against his cock, images of blowjobs flashing through my mind. I kept my gaze fixed on his face, and saw his jaw drop slightly, so I couldn't help but smile a little. I kissed his fingertips before cupping my face with his hand and leaning closer, my hips still moving in slow circles. Max, I don't want you to be gentle with me, I whispered huskily, caressing his lips with mine for a second. I want you to take me. I want it hard. Would you want to...do that? I had been assertive up to that point but then I felt myself falter. What if he didn't want me badly enough to do that? For the sake of my throbbing pussy, I hoped he did.