Thread: Culture Clash (DaddyIsHere and TerraFirma)

terrafirma said I sucked his tongue hungrily, slinking my hand down his torso to stroke his cock and cup his balls. He had used my body so thoroughly, but I was still ready for more. Maybe not today, but I was definitely looking forward to weeks of spending time with him, whether I was being his little fucktoy or his best friend. Click to expand... MAX Maybe not today. Funny, like she could kiss me like that and grab my package and think something else wasn't going to happen. The next three weeks were a crazy blend of sex and school. I'll tell you something about Riya. She is incredibly focused. That's what makes her such an amazing lover, when she's there, she's there a thousand percent. At the same time, she pours herself into anything she is doing. So, if she had a term paper due, she would do it. If she had a lab to work on, she would. Sometimes, we'd go two or even three days without anything and then would come the 'bite' we'd be holding hands on the way somewhere and she would lift up my hand and start nibbling on my finger, or I'd just o to kiss her goodnight and she would be pulling on my lip with her teeth. Rather than give you a running list of our achievements, Maybe we should just give you a couple of highlights. One night I was incredibly horny, but Riya was reviewing some chemistry. Here's our text conversation. MAX Please come to my room. RIYA Can't, too much to study. MAX I'll rephrase that. Come to my room. Now. Bring your books. Wear a skirt with nothing underneath. Five minutes later she was at my room, wearing a plaid skirt, her silk stockings, and a white tailored shirt. I have no idea if it was a leftover uniform from school, or just something fun she put together. Didn't matter, it was hot as hell. My my, what a good little student you are, I said. Come in, Miss Riya. I grabbed the Lit book I'd been reading American Short Stories and sat in my chair at my desk. I pulled down my shorts to reveal a raging hard-on and then I reached into the drawer to grab a bottle of lube. Riya watched with her eyes opening wider as I squirted it on and then then stroked myself to distribute the fluid. Wiping my hand on a towel, I picked up my book again. Sit, I said. Right here. I have studying to do, too. Slide your ass down on me, and stay there. I'll tell you when you're allowed to move. She lifted her skirt to reveal her wonderful ass and then lowered herself down. We'd had a few backdoor experience by then, and she was taking me in easier each time and seemed to be enjoying it more each time, too. She pushed her ass against me and I felt that lovely 'pop' when the ass opens up. She lowered herself down perhaps two inches which was all she could take at first, and then she picked up her book and started studying and taking notices. I lifted my book and just set it on her back. We sat there like that for over half an hour, the only movement being us turning pages and her ass sinking down a bit more, taking in another bit of my cock. At the end of the half hour, she officially bottomed out and gave a great sigh. Max, I want to fuck now, she said calmly. Who the fuck cares? I said. You've got studying to do. Stay there and do your work. She did as I ordered, but I felt her ass clench around me. We lasted about another fifteen minutes before neither one of us could hold off any more. I set my book down and kissed her back through her shirt. So, are you my whore right now? Oh my god, you have no idea how much I'm your whore, she said. Well, fuck my cock with your ass, whore, I said. She started moving up and down on my cock and grunting like an animal. I know that sounds crass, but again, it was those different sounds emanating from her throat that came from the same gut I was splitting open from below. What would you do for me? I asked as she bounced up and down on my cock. Anything, she moaned. Her face was buried in the desk out of pleasure, but her voice was clear though low. Max, you have no idea. I would do anything, anything for you right now. Good, I said. Then get off and suck me off. She lifted her head then and peered back in surprise. Do it, I said. Suck me off. Clean me off. She stood up and I felt that sad moment of her tightness slipping off of me. She turned around and got down on her knees. I now had a hot Pakistani schoolgirl kneeling in front of me and licking her ass juices off of my cock. She started servicing me like she usually did, but she seemed to be doing it with a bit more excitement this time. I had to grab her had, I had to. I started pulling her down harder and harder on my cock, gagging the fuck out of her and then I really turned on the gas. I pulled her hard and kept her there. They say that sword swallowers build up their gag reflex to be able to keep it down perhaps twenty seconds at the most. I kept Riya there thirty. She looked up me with that spit-drooled chin in panic as her instincts kicked in. Her throat started constricting, and almost like she was drowning she started pushing away from me, but I held tight. At last, I let her up and let her breathe. Once she had gotten a bit of her breath back she looked up at me with adoration and lust. Oh Max, I feel so fucking nasty, she said. I love it. You need to study though, I said. Come here. I had her stand and lifted her skirt all the way up. She leaned over the desk now, her book in front of her. I plunged my cock into her ass and she squealed with pleasure. You've been a bad girl, I said. Shirking your studies. You'll need to be punished. Ooh, yes sir, she said in a husky voice. Read your book out loud, I said. Your punishment is coming soon. Covalent bonds, she said, are sometimes... SMACK My hand came down hard on her ass. She gasped, but pushed herself harder against me. It went on like that for several minutes. I would let her read for a while and then at random times my hand would descend. The introduction of arsenic into a neutral solution... SMACK An ion solution will... SMACK Do you want it harder, Riya? I said after a particularly hard spank. Is that what you want? I couldn't believe the answer that came out of her quivering lips. Yes, she whimpered. I didn't have the leverage, being inside of her, so I pulled out and really hauled off. Reading was done with for the moment. My hand started smacking against her wonderful ass harder and harder. I eventually worked down a little bit, where her ass met her thighs and was soon spanking her inflamed labia that was practically swollen from excitement. My hand was now coming back wet from the juices she was dripping. You like that, Riya, I said. Do you like it when I slap your cunt? Looking back, I couldn't believe I'd said it. I never really used that word, even when we were nasty, but it just came out. Oh fuck yeah, Max, she moaned. Slap it. Slap my pussy. Slap my cunt. I spanked for several more minutes, my hand gripped firmly in her hair, the other one smacking away. Her ass and thighs were soon red not an easy task with her brown skin, it was a dark, rich hue. Oh fuck, Max. Fuck! she suddenly cried. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor to her knees as a crazy orgasm shook her body. Oh god oh god oh ogogod! she cried. At the same time she was still desperate to please me and her shaking hand reached up to grab my cock. Her lips were soon wrapped around my cock and she was tugging and working me hungrily. Cum for me baby, she said. I need to taste you so bad. It didn't take long, not after what we'd been doing. Within minutes I was spurting huge gobs into her throat and she was gobbling down every drop hungrily. I had one more surprise for her, which I debated doing. When she was done, and looking up at me with her salt-stained lips and big beautiful eyes. You may go, Miss Riya. Your services are no longer needed, I said. Go on and get back to your studies. She looked slightly hurt but stood up, got her things and left with a half-pouty glance back as she closed my door. About ten minutes later, I heard a tentative knock on my door. I opened it to find Riya there in pajama pants and a half T-shirt, the bottom of her tits visible beneath the fabric. She also had a small bucket and a wash cloth and a hand towel. There's no way I'm sleeping away from my boyfriend tonight, she said. I won't get any more studying done and I need to be in his arms. Now come here. She closed the door and knelt down in front of me and pulled down my shorts. Tenderly, she washed off my cock, looking up into my eyes with a loving look. Don't want to mess with infections, she said matter-of-factly. There's some nasty stuff back there, as fun as it is. Best to keep it out of my lady parts. She washed me tenderly... and of course got me to very hard, but she didn't do anything else. When she was done, she dried me off, pulled up my shorts, placed her supplies next to my bed and crawled in. All I could do is just sort of stare in wonder at my fabulous enigma named Riya. Well? she said, looking at me with her hypnotic eyes. Are you coming to bed? There were a couple of significant things that happened there. One, she'd used the word 'boyfriend'. I wasn't even sure if she was conscious of saying it. Two, she had taken the initiative... but as 'Riya'. Not as 'whore Riya' or 'Slut Riya', but it seemed that regular Riya had a bit of gumption when she wanted it. The sex was so tender it was mind-blowing in its own way. We made out, stripped, and made love in your basic missionary position. It was tender and loving and so romantic it made my head buzz. It was almost hotter because of the contrast with what we'd just done. Mind you, her climax was not small - I had the scratch marks on my back for a few days to prove it. When I came it was amazing, too, and it seemed like I actually came more than the first time, pulling out and spraying my first shot across her tits and up to her neck, leaving a trail of white jizz from there down to her belly. When I was done, she reached down and grabbed the towel to clean herself up. I laid back and soon she was snuggling against me, her head on my chest, her leg thrown across my legs. She kissed my chest tenderly a few times and then her eyes drifted shut and I fell asleep happier than I'd ever been. A footnote to that night, the next day she came back to the dorm room and tackled me, pinning me down and kissing me voraciously. Guess what? she said. I got a hundred and five percent on the test. I really like this new study method. Well, except for the fact that I had to change my panties after the test because I was so wet thinking about how I'd learned the material. So what else could I tell you. Riya was the master or mistress of sneak attacks. The kitchen in the basement, the laundry room... one time she rented a racketball court at the rec center just to suck me off, no other reason. Maybe she can fill you in on one or two of the times she remembers. Sure, I 'used' her some of those times, but they were her idea She was hot and cold though. I noticed that she always changed toward me after she'd talked to her family, but she wouldn't tell me why. Just think about it, I said. We're going to be back home in Spokane for Christmas Break. No school to worry about it. Think of the fun we'll have. Yeah, said Riya non-noncommittally. She was staring off, somewhere else. That one time, that night, was the only time she called me boyfriend that semester. I didn't push the issue, but that word rolled around in my head and echoed in my heart like a song lyric.