TRIP TO DELHI

My name is Anish, age 23, and i am a busy financial consultant in the states. Since i was born and brought up in the US, i never got to appreciate everything india has to offer, and i gathered enough vacation days to plan a visit. As I got on board Air India, I noticed that all the passengers were desi, and I felt out of place since most of my friends were caucasian. I was seated between two fat men, who gave me no room to sleep comfortably. All i could do was look at the masses of people around me on the plane. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted this gorgeous indian girl sitting in the aile diagonal from me. This gave me something pleasant to look at while I was crushed between the two fat men. As I was staring intently at her, she turned around and caught my glazed eyes looking at her. She gave a half smile and quickly turned around as if she did not see me. I felt rather embarrassed since she caught me staring, but I did not have anything to lose. I needed an escape from the heat generated from the passengers seated next to me. Then she got up to untangle her headphones, and i got a good look at her entire profile. She had an incredibly beautiful face, that of a 19 year old, with long wavey hair amd lucious breasts that looked like ripe mangoes ready to be plucked. She was wearing a indian-style short skirt, and her legs were so tempting. She had an ass that i wanted to get my hands on. Now I was beginning to get restless in my chair as my eyes were completely glued on her. All the girls I have ever dated were white, and I needed a taste of what an indian babe had to offer. I was hoping to be able to talk with her once we got off at london airport, but I was becoming impatient. She turned around and smiled at me again. That smile made my dick harden up like a rock. This was getting too much. I was gonna make my move to talk to her once she got up. 20 minutes later, she got up and headed towards the bathroom. I quickly unfastened my seatbelt and tried to rush to the bathroom before she goes in. Unfortunately, she went it already because i had to wait for the fat idiot next to me to get out of his seat. I looked around and i gently put my ear against the bathroom door, hoping to hear the girl pee. I could hear the liquid softly tricking down from her heavenly area. As she as peeing, the fat guy was going to another bathroom to empty his shed, and while on his way there, he bumped into me. I lost my balance and i fell against the door, only to fall in. She had FORGOTTEN TO LOCK THE DOOR. I needed to apologize, but she was sitting there with a confused look and asked "what are you doing?" in a thick indian accent. I closed the door behind me with the hope of apologizing to her while in the bathroom, but the sight of her sitting on the toilet turned me on and made me numb. I was also 2 inches away from her, as the bathrooms are extrememly tiny. All that could come out of my mouth was "you are so beautiful". With that statement, her embarrassed/angry look turned into one of a sultry smile. She said back "its okay dear, i will not report you." With that, our eyes just met with eager anticipation, and whlie i touched her thigh, I kissed her on her full moist lips. She did not hesitate, I could not believe I was doing this. I gently raised her from the toilet seat and leaned her against the sink, kissing every inch of her tan-colored face. She was already half nude, and I removed her top and bra without hesitation. I devoured her ripe plump breasts and i sucked on the nectar on the erect nipples between my teeth. She was so beautiful, and my heart was beating to keep pace with my inner desires. This girl made me so horny and i flooded her body with intense passionate kisses. Her natural aroma was so much more erotic than the perfume-filled smell of the white girls I messed around with. I savored every lick i gave this body;she was panting heavily with every kiss i gave her. I gently sat her up on the sink table and raised her cream colored thighs onto my shoulders. I gently licked her navel only to find the sweet tantalizing aroma of her pussy to be utterly captivating and tempting. I hesitated no more. I took the plunge into her moist heaven, gliding my tongue around the dark hairs that surrounded it. I gently licked all the folds one by one and sank my tongue deeper and deeper into her, while she panted as if she had never received pleasure in such a way before. I tongue-****ed her until she started screaming, for i knew that she was going absolutely wild from the sensation. My guess is that she was one of those "innocent girls" who always wanted some naughty excitement in their life. As i was buttering up her thighs with my saliva, i noticed that her ass was untouched. I had gone too far to stop now. I wanted this girl bad..every inch of her. I placed my tongue alongside her soft tender asshole and took gently strokes with my tongue. I even dipped my tongue in. Her ass tasted spicy, a bitter sensation in my mouth which was highly erotic. It was a huge change from the sweet pussy, but i like both sweet and salty snacks I needed to have the ultimate experience with this girl before l ended this rendez-vous. My dick was hard as a rock and it needed to be put into use. I took out my 8 inch schlong and rubbed it against her thigh, her ass, and finally her unshaven pussy. I entered her, thrusting her with alternating gentle and forceful strides. Her moaning became so loud that people started to knock at our door. They must have thought that someone was going thru labor. I didn't care....the thought of people hearing us made my performance even better. What i was worried about how we were gonna exit the bathroom with people all around. What will people think? I knew i should not care, since this was a once in a lifetime thing. She was worth it. My cock was about to burst. I pulled my slippery cock out of her and let my cum shoot out onto her thighs, pussy, and ass. She was not keen on tasting my cum. ... well all good things come to an end, and i thanked her for the unforgettable time we had. It turned out that she was going to bombay and i was going to delhi. She gave me the panties she wore that day to remember her, and I will never forget her sweet pussy. I realized that the great land of india had escaped me all these years, and I needed to capture the enticing world that had been evading me. When in delhi, I sought out similar women, but no experience came close to the one i had with that girl on air india. Sonya was her name.

Cum Drinker

Ever since Gretchen and I started sleeping together, (thatâs actual sleeping, not screwing) I have noticed that she not only talks in her sleep, but she sometimes sleepwalks too. On the occasion that I am coherent enough to think of something to say back to her when she is talking in her sleep we can have full conversations that she will not remember the next morning. One day I had an idea that hit me like a Mack truck. Although our sex life is better than any I could imagine, Gretchen like most women doesnât care to swallow cum. I would try to implant into her head while she was sleep-talking that she loves cum. She would love the taste, feel, texture, and thought of everything that has to do with my cum.

Many nights passed and I didnât wake once with Gretchen talking. Then one night I awoke to her sitting up in bed and yelling something about the light bulbs organizing the bookshelf. I had to try to keep from laughing and steadied myself. I then proceeded to tell her to relax and lay back. We had a brief conversation and then I decided to go for it. If she woke up during all that would happen would be he telling me to fuck off and go back to sleep. I then started telling her over how much she liked to swallow my cum. She loved everything about it. She craved it all day and all night. She would take it any way she could get it. I repeated over and over every little detail I could think of. I ended telling her that she would spend the rest of the night dreaming of swallowing my cum.

I awoke in the morning to Gretchen giving me head. I didnât move just waited to see what she would do. She kept going and was bobbing her head rather fast and actually sucking on every up-stroke. Soon I started to moan. This only made her raise her hands, one to my nipple the other to my balls. Kneading my balls and tweaking my nipple I didnât last long. Soon I was shooting my saved up load deep in her throat. Rope after rope shot deep into her mouth. I could hear her moaning and sucking harder. Soon I had to pull her off she was sucking so hard looking to drain me of all the cum she could get. This could have been a just a reaction of a dream she had so I decided to play it cool and not ask too many questions. ãThank you that was SOOOO goodä I said to her as her head immerged from under the comforter.

"No Thank you!" was all I got in return with a huge smile on her face.

We got up and had breakfast and hoped into the shower. In the shower I was looking at her ass and thinking of the great head I had received. Soon I was semi-hard and Gretchen noticed. ãIs this for meä she asked grabbing my cock in her hand. ãI donât know, it depends on what you want it forä I replied looking at her for some sign that she might just be putting me on. For all I know she was awake the whole time I was talking to her last night. ãI just want to drain the cum out of itä she says to me batting her eyelashes. I inform her that itâs still a little sensitive from how hard she sucked on it this morning and that if she wanted my cum I would have to milk it for her.

Quicker than I have ever seen her move she was on her knees in the shower in front of me with her mouth wide open and a needy look in her eye. I spanked my cock fast and hard even though it was a little sore. The look of Gretchen on her knees begging for my cum was more than I could handle. I was soon filling her mouth with shot after shot of thick cum. As the first rope hit the back of her throat her hand dropped to her slit and started to finger her sloppy cunt. She immediately started to orgasm as her mouth filled with white, thick cum. When the last shot had landed on her chin, she closed her mouth and swallowed the whole lot. Then to my surprise she licked all of the cum that had dribbled around her mouth with her tongue and licked her lips while purring and looking me in the eye. I knew from that point on that my suggestions during the night had worked.

The next day, I wanted to see how far I could take it, so I woke up before her and walked around to her side of the bed. I slowly turned her head to face my crotch and proceeded to start to rub my cock. I took my other hand and gently pushed on the lower part of her chin and opened her mouth as wide as it would stay open on itâs own. I rubbed my cock as fast as I could and soon was shooting wads of cum into Gretchenâs mouth. With Gretchen on her side luckily it didnât go into the back of her throat and make her choke, but instead it was pooling in the hollow of her cheek. It was a beautiful sight indeed! I love to see Gretchen with my cum on her and most of all in her mouth. I slowly woke her up and the first thing she did was close her mouth and swallow. Her eyes lit up wide and she could tell by the smile on my face that she, indeed, had just swallowed a sperm breakfast. She thanked my profusely and gave me a big hug.

This I can tell is going to be more fun than I thought! As I held her my mind raced with thousands of thoughts of how I could feed her my cum.

Her 4 O' Clock

Dr. Mary Abbrielle stretched. Her hand went to the small of her back as she rubbed at the ache. "I have got to get back to the gym" she muttered to herself. She glanced at the clock on her desk. It was hidden from the comfortable furniture her patients could choose to sit in. She sighed with relief as she still had six minutes before her last appointment of the day. Maybe she'd go swimming tonight. Yes, she'd definitely get some swimming in, she could use the exercise. Dr. Abbrielle tried to reduce the ache in her back by touching her toes a bit. She tried leaning sideways and it did ease the pain up a bit. She walked over to her desk. 3:57, time to review her notes for her four o'clock. It was a talker.

Dr. Abbrielle divided her patients between doers and talkers. Doers actually worked on their problems. The work might not often benefit the patient, they might not progress every week, but at least they made a good faith effort at resolving their problems. Talkers, on the other hand, were stuck. For whatever reason, usually fear of pain, they refused to budge off the spot. That was why she always scheduled a talker for her final appointment of the day. There was less chance of an epiphany, and less stress on her when it came time to go home.

Mr. Dale was a talker. He had been referred as pro bono. Mr. Dale was 49, overweight (not that the good Doctor couldn't stand to lose a few pounds, she chided herself), and a diabetic. A good work history up to eight months ago, but now he was out of work, and for some reason he couldn't get motivated to look for work beyond a token weekly search on the internet. Dr. Abrielle studied her notes. Then the discrete warning light glowed. The light was also hidden from her patients. It let her know when her office door opened. Her four o'clock had showed up. She let him wait the minute and at four opened her door and invited Mr. Dale into her inner office.

Mr. Dale slid into the large chair. His red jacket sleeve showed evidence of its dual use as handkerchief and napkin while the tomato stain on his yellow pocket t-shirt gave Dr. Abbrielle a hint of his luncheon menu. Dr. Abbrielle greeted him, then sat and waited. Uncomfortable silence was a very useful prod with talkers. But today it wasn't working all that well.

Mr. Dale fidgeted and rubbed his nose. He looked back at the Doctor, then reported as he always did the number of resumes he had e-mailed and faxed that week, then that he had an interview. "And have you been watching your blood sugars?", she asked.

Mr. Dale nodded, "I have them down to 176!" her said with pride.

"That's not good enough." Dale deflated, then muttered, "I know..."

Dr. Abbrielle hesitated. "In fact, I have another issue we need to discuss. How long have we been meeting?"

"I don't know...maybe, what, five months?"

The Doctor nodded. "The thing is, you've defined your problem very clearly in those months, but you don't seem to have made significant progress. There may be reasons for that ..."

"I AM really comfortable with you Dr. Abbrielle. Honest!"

"I know you think that, Mr. Dale. But whereas classic analysis CAN take a long time for the patient to come to grips with their situation, the methodology I use can sometimes identify when a patient cannot or will not take the further steps needed to resolve their issues. And I think that describes your situation."

"No Doctor. Please, I'll ... I'll try."

Dr. Abbrielle smiled. "Mr. Dale., its not a matter of trying, or failing. Rather there is just that my methods are not productive with you and I suggest that another doctor might provide you with a more successful attack to your problem."

Mr. Dale was quiet. He sat there. Slits of light from the closed Venetian blinds stretched across the wall. Mr. Dale started, "It's just that...it's just". His fist raised and hit the arm of the chair.

There was a pause.

"It's just that..." Dr. Abrielle prompted.

There was another pause.

Dale shook his head. "You wouldn't like it..."

"Please," she smiled, "I'm not here to judge your life, only to help you deal with your issues."

"There are issues, and then there are ISSUES, Dr. Abbrielle."

She raised her hand palm up. "If you don't share the information, there is nothing I can do to - "

Dale cut in "I control people."

Dr. Abbrielle tilted her head. "We all influence an try to control people. Being persuasive, trying to meet our needs and goals is part of being human. If you feel you are being manipulative..."

"No. I control them. I make people do whatever I want them to."

Dr. Abbrielle sighed to herself. She had missed something. Her diagnosis didn't include these delusions.

"I am not having delusions Doctor. I can make you do whatever I want. I always have been able to do that."

"And I suppose this is where I demand that you prove it."

"I suppose it is."

There was a pause. Something tickled her back brain. Too many episodes of the Twilight Zone, she supposed. She dismissed it. She smiled. "Prove it Mr. Dale."

"Are you sure, Doctor?"

"Quite sure"

Mr. Dale gave a semi-smile. "I DID ask..."

Dr. Abbrielle unbuttoned her jacket. "I'm waiting..."

"It's not like a comic book. It's not 'Simon Says' Doctor.."

"Call me Mary, sir." She dropped her jacket on the floor.

"Its not 'Simon Says' Mary. Me ordering you about. It's inside."

"Inside?" she undid her tie and taking an end in each hand rubbed it back and forth across her ass.

He nodded. "Inside. I send my subject a command. My subject's mind just processes the command perfectly normal thought and acts on it. I never have to say it out loud"

She slung the tie across the room, then bent over facing him. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting her breast lay low. She purred like a kitten, then said "So I could be doing something I would never normally do, but I would be thinking it perfectly normal?"

"That's right"

She shrugged her blouse off and then unsnapped her bra and dropped it. Then she stood up. "That's a very good story, Mr. Dale. But there is an obvious hole in it", she pinched her nipples which started to harden into tight erasers, "if it seems perfectly normal to me, here would be no - mmmm - no - ahhh - way you could prove to me tha tha that oh goddd that it was you controlling me."

"True, unless someone else came in and pointed out that you were topless.."

"But I am always topless for you. I enjoy showing my large creamy breasts, err titties to you. I want you to suck my titties."

"Isn't having sex with a patient inappropriate?"

"Yes"

"Almost as inappropriate as calling your bosom 'titties'?"

"To a patient, yes. Don't you want to suck my titties?"

"Maybe later."

Dr. Abbrielle took some notes. It was a persistent illusion. She stopped writing long enough to pinch her nipples back into hardness. "So does your power have limits?"

"Well yes. I can't make the whole world do as I wish. And I have to be in contact with the person...in the same room, or on the phone. Although with a lot of positive reinforcement and repeated contact I can control a person even if I am not there n person."

Dale paused. "And I suppose there is my upbringing."

Dr. Abbrielle rubbed her great breasts, proud Mr. Dale liked watching her. "Your upbringing?"

"I only had this power since 186- err since I was a teen-ager. I couldn't bring myself to use it on my parents. I can't seem to bring myself to force a person to do something wrong or hurt themselves.... It just doesn't seem right. On the other hand, to make a person do something pleasing to themselves..."

Dr. Abbrielle nodded as she stepped out of her skirt. This WAS a well defined psychosis. "And can you 'control' more than one person at a time?" She took off her shoes and then slid her pantyhose off, glad to be out of them.

"Well Mary, I can't control Yankee stadium, but a handful of people... sure"

Dr. Abbrielle giggled and wiggled out of her panties and handed them to Mr. Dale to hold and smell. As he took a couple minutes to enjoy them, she worked on how to approach his delusion. Perhaps if she (she stopped to roll the pantyhose into a tight small ball and slide it into her ass, wincing as her buttocks stretched bit more than usual, then sighed as pain turned to pleasure..) confronted him with the realit - she moaned - realities of it... "Mr. Dale, if you mmmm you could do this, why don't you? Why not march into a bank and tell them to give you cash?"

Dale nodded, "Good point mary. You tell me."

Dr. Abbrielle giggled and then started fingering her clit. "I I guess because of computers?" She giggled more, then really started rubbing her clit harder.

Dale nodded. "Exactly. The transaction could be traced to a clerk who would have to explain why she (or he) gave me more money than was in my account. I can control people, but not numbers. And I can only control them in person."

Dr. Abbrielle opened her purse and took out all her money and handed it to Mr. Dale. She wrinkled her forehead and looked at her purse. She studied it and muttered "So you couldn't get someone to hand over a check or a credit card because it could be traced..." she tried to think why she had her purse out. She looked up at Mr. Dale to see him sliding $300 dollars into his wallet. That was funny, she had $300 in her purse - well, she did before she spent it on lunch. Oh well. She put her purse down and focused on stroking her clit harder.

Dale continued as she slid her left nipple into her mouth and tamped the pantyhose more tightly into her ass. "Same with other things. I can't make you make love to me, for instance. Much too risky. The objective evidence couldn't be easily explained. I can't make someone hire me for a job - these days you have to justify hiring and performance appraisals - I suppose it was a lot easier a couple of centuries ago when you could stake out a little land and make everyone serve you." Dr. Abbrielle came, then slid the ball from her ass then kissed Mr. Dale. "Maybe it was even easier last century, when you could use your abilities to become a robber baron and there wasn't enough scrutiny to stop you. But these days..."

He stopped to give Dr. Abbrielle the chance to rub his cock between her large aching breasts.. He might not risk fucking her, but there WERE other pleasures.

"I can see where it would be hard, sir."

Dale nodded. "Of course, there are ways. Find a professional...someone who might not be rich or famous, but well off..."

"I would LOVE it if you would move in with me. "

"I never thought you'd ask, mary"

"Call me your slut sir. And may I call up Tami Netherton. I am sure you would enjoy her butt and titties. I know I would love to suck her off for you."

"If you insist."

Dr. Abbrielle nodded eagerly and reached for the telephone...