Before I tell you about the best sexual encounter I’ve ever had, here’s a little bit about me. My name is Trev, an Australian guy, 44, five foot eight, stocky with short brown hair. For the last six years I’ve worked as a computer engineer for a major company in Perth, Down Under. My marriage had hit the rocks a couple of years ago so I was young, free and single again, well maybe not that young! OK, I’d had one or two brief relationships after my marriage broke down with Aussie girls, I could hardly get a boner with either one. As a computer analyst I was always online in the office updating and basically sorting out IT problems. When the boss was out I couldn’t resist taking a look at dating websites which offered casual sexual adventures, great for me. With no strings attached and a chance to experience kinky sex, something my ex would never do, what could be better?
I couldn’t believe the different sex opportunities from casual encounters to swinging couples, interracial dating, fetishes and hooker sex, sweet as. Thinking about casual sex, group fun or gorgeous Indian girls was starting to get me horny. There was this sexy Indian chick who used to call into the office from time to time, a sales rep flogging office furniture, crikey she was hot! I used to dream about her curvy arse, huge tits and what it would it would be like to ram her in bed.
To say my sex life was dull was an understatement. All I seemed to have were fantasies but let’s be honest, when there’s no action at the end of it, what’s the point? Recommended online adult dating websites was the first step into Indian sex dating, something I’d wanted to do for years. Clicking on the images, these Indian women were some of the most beautiful I had ever seen and what’s more, located all across Australia.
It was time to spice up my sex life with an Indian lover. With Indian sex available 24 hours a day, it was time for a brief online chat and a real live date. As I was soon to find out with kinky minds and brains to match, Indian girls are just as filthy and full of fantasies as any other. I got chatting to this busty chick called Mocha on the net. In her mid twenties she had long black hair, beautiful brown skin, juicy lips, mega tits and a firm arse, I couldn’t wait for her to give me a wristy. She had the body any red-blooded Australian guy would die for so the next night I suggested a date at an Indian restaurant but she wouldn’t have it. She was after good old traditional Ozzie tucker. Now that’s my type of girl. When she came into the restaurant, she was wearing a tight, shiny blue Indian dress, a real woman in every sense. What a stunner, made for sexy pleasure.
After a great meal and a couple glasses of wine, I was starting to get the hots for Mocha and Indian sex. I just knew at the end of the night where we would end up. The thought of me, a middle-aged Aussie guy with an Indian beauty, was enough to make me shoot my load there and then. I’d never had interracial sex before and blimey I was ready for it. With a cheeky grin and a shy giggle, she said “where are we off to next?” Blushing a bit I didn’t want to come on too strong straight away. I started stumbling my way through a little chit chat like “where are you from?”, “where do you work now?”, “God you’re gorgeous” and “do you like living in Australia?” What a tit! I knew she could see my bulge which made me feel even more nervous and excited, like a young man again. “What’s that doing?” she said laughing, pointing to my bulging jeans. Christ I was feeling toeier than a Roman sandal and ready for a root. Mocha said she was getting moist and needed to be oiled, music to the ears or what? “So you don’t want to go to a disco, bar or club?”, “not really” she said. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze and said “let’s go back to your place now”. It was only about a 30 minute drive by taxi to my apartment. We were all over each other in the back seat, the taxi driver couldn’t take his eyes off Mocha.
We couldn’t wait to get into my apartment. In the bedroom she took my shirt, trousers and shoes off, I was ready to give her my nine inches of white cock. It was my turn with Mocha, off with her blue Indian dress. There she was standing and smiling with large breasts on show and no underwear, some body! She looked at me eager and keen so I pushed her head down and got her eye level with my cock. She touched it, played with it, then stuck it in her mouth, fondling my balls giving me a gobby.
Mocha put her hands on my arse, sucked on my cock while I started stroking her bouncy tits and dark nipples. She eased off my cock a bit and looked at me with pleading eyes. We got onto the bed, I opened her legs and marvelled at her dripping jut. I readied my cock, held it steady and it was in.
We had a bit of pash while I was pumping away as she begged for more. Drenched in sweat with pussy juice everywhere, I grabbed her sweet brown tanned arse and gave her it up the back passage. Pumping and banging away, cop a root was about to reach its climax. I took my cock out and was ready to come, no hesitation, mouth straight there as she greedily sucked on my throbbing donger then swallowed the lot. I grabbed her heavy tits in an orgasmic trance, what a woman!
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