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Olya was excited; for the first 18 years of her life, she had been restricted to the cold confines of Russia. While she had experienced the odd holiday with her family, they had always chosen another northern country that offered her none of the escape that she actually craved…
..so here she was, just weeks after her 19th birthday , on a charter flight travelling from Moscow to Goa, India. Olya was done with the snow, the bitter cold and the monotony of her otherwise comfortable life in Russia. She was craving hot sun, warm seas and a tropical landscape….but more than anything, she was craving something different sexually.
The thing was, Olya had a fascination for contrast and difference. Not that she was an amateur…Olya had had her share of sexual experiences in Russia and the Baltic, and they were enough to satiate her. But she didn’t want to spend the start of her adulthood constrained to the partners that offered her the same as always. She wanted to experience of her smooth white skin rubbing up against someone dark and rough. She wanted to explore the world….and herself
While she would have liked to go to a truly exotic destination like Africa, or Jamaica, she knew better than to risk her life for the sake of a thrill. Olya was too intelligent for that. Russians had a history of successful tourism to Goa, so she figured, that was enough of an escape without having to risk her life.
And so she found herself disembarking from the Rossiya Airbus on the morning of a beautiful January day in Goa. She smiled to herself as she felt the warm air that was a good 50 degrees higher than where she’d got on the plane, and the sea breezes drafting from the Arabian Sea.
[1 day later]
It was safe to say this trip had started off being a disappointment, Olya reflected as she lounged on the towel at the beach. All around her were tourists, who might have looked not that different from home. Pale Israelis, pudgy pink Britons, flaxen-haired Germans….and more than anything, Russians. She couldn’t blame her countrymen, this place was beautiful. However, there was nothing that excited the desires of her secret purpose for this trip. The locals so far were a disappointment…a good 6 inches shorter than her in most cases. While they might have offered the contrast she desired, their subservient attitude, where they worshipped her because of where she was from, was a total turn-off. It didn’t help that in a country where 33% of the population was below 25, she was amongst “k**s”.
Olya put down the book she was reading, gathered her belongings and walked back to the hotel. As she made her way through dozens of tourists and observed the hundreds of Umbrellas around the beach, she reflected that she needed to get away to something more secluded for the sake of her own sanity. If she couldn’t fulfill her objectives, at least she could have a damn good holiday.
She walked up to the front desk of her resort and asked if she could book a private tour of the more secluded spots in Goa. The young local at the front desk explained to her that while the resort contracted such tours out to private operators, they would be more than happy to arrange one for her. The next available one was the tomorrow afternoon at 4, with the operator taking care of overnight accommodation and then continuing the tour the next day. “That’s Fine, book that for me” Olya replied “Of course ma’am” said the front-desk assistant “is everything ok, can I do any more to make your stay more excellent?” . “No” Olya replied brusquely, contemplating how untrue that was as she walked away from the desk to her room.
[Next afternoon at 415pm]
Olya was fuming….the tour operator was late. She was hardly surprised…she had seen the chaotic traffic of India. But she figured, this person was dealing with foreign tourists who demanded punctuality so he should have been prepared and left earlier. She was going to give him a piece of her mind when he turned up
After another 5 minutes, a Mercedes SUV turned up. “Miss Olya?” said the voice from inside? “Yes” she snapped. She was ready to unleash a barrage of indignation when the door opened and the man behind the voice stepped out. That’s when she stopped short.
The man was striking. 6 feet tall, he had dark but smooth skin and sharp features. He had a muscular body, with broad shoulders over a chiselled chest that tapered down into the waist and legs. He looked like an Indian warrior prince that Olya had seen in some fictional works.
“I’m Rahul, sorry about the lateness” he said, continuing: “the employee who was supposed to conduct your tour was held up by an accident. I didn’t want you to lose out so when I found out I decided to do it myself….I own the tour company”. “No problem” Olya said, looking at his profile as he loaded her bags into the trunk of the SUV. He had some lines in his face that denoted he had lived life. Olya deduced his age at mid-30s
They set off, travelling into the beautiful hinterlands of Goa. All around her were idyllic backwaters lined with palm trees and bordered by emerald seas that, according to Rahul’s commentary, were rich in history. But Olya could barely concentrate; she was busy imagining what her guide would look like without his clothes on.
As evening drew in, Rahul said “I have a surprise for you, it should make up for the lateness earlier. “ He turned into a small dirt road, and after a 5 minute drive they came into a waterway. On that waterway was parked a beautiful old boat without a conceivable stern. “This is a houseboat” Rahul explained. “It is used on Indian waterways as a holiday home. It’s meant to be moored most of the time, hence no stern. This belongs to me, and is our overnight rest spot”
They came onboard, and Olya took in the ornate mahogany-wood fittings, pictures of Indian cultural spots, and cashmere carpets. “there is only one issue…there is only one water tank which is used for the toilets, so the shower isn’t working” “ Its Ok” Olya replied, continuing “its lovely, thank you so much….you have been a great guide”. “Glad to hear” Rahul replied with a smile “I’m going to bed as it’s a been a long day….If there’s nothing else?” “No I don’t think so” Olya replied….secretly thinking that it was a lie. Rahul said goodnight and went into his room, and she heard the door lock shut. She sighed, and went to her own room.
Olya tossed and turned through the night, not being able to catch much sleep. She was thinking about Rahul: although he was polite, he was also cold, in contrast to the other people she’d met. It was hard to break through to him, and harder to read him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing, followed in quick succession by another. She glanced at her watch…it was 530am. What was Rahul doing up so early? She got out of the bed, put on her slippers. She almost walked out before returning and quickly fixing her makeup. After a quick touch of lipstick and eyeliner, she came out of her room.
The living area of the houseboat was empty, but the main exit’s door was slightly ajar. She quietly walked out, and turned into the walkway on the outside of the houseboat. Still empty. She turned around the bow and that’s when she noticed some movement just off the boat.
It was Rahul…..he was bathing on the waters of the lagoon just off the front of where the houseboat was moored. His back to her, the waters reached to the top of his thighs….where she saw his firm and sculpted ass, two haunches of dark brown skin that glistened wet in the sun. God, he was even more attractive naked than she imagined.
She gently stepped back and walked down the gangplank off the boat, rounded it then hid behind its bow, observing him. His arms were muscular indeed, and his back curved upwards into the broad shoulders. The skin positively glowed a deep honey brown
At that moment, he reached onto the shore and grabbed a soap. That’s when she saw his penis: a thick brown knob with a prominent foreskin. It was so much darker than his skin that it looked positively black. It had prominent veins and God it was so thick….
That’s when he noticed her. He was initially startled, and Olya felt a twinge of panic for invading his privacy. But then she noticed a small rather evil smile form around his mouth, as his eyebrows arched up. “Like what you see?” he asked. Olya stood up, and came out from the shadows of the boat’s bow. It was enough of an invitation, she had been waiting long enough and didn’t need anymore incentive
She walked up to Rahul, put her lips onto his, and kissed him with the passion borne from years of desire. She put her tongue deep into his mouth, feeling the contours of his thick tongue, as her hands reached out down below. She felt the veins and the thickness of the warm pulsating cock, moving down to two low-hanging balls that were so large they seemed to be full of Indian sperm
She felt his arms around her back, bringing her closer. His cock grew harder, pulsating as it did. She stepped away from his kisses and looked down at the thick black banana in front of her….it must have been 8 inches long if not more. It looked positively delicious…
She knelt down, and kissed the skin at its tip. Rahul moaned a bit. She brought out her pink tongue and ran it around the head, then enveloped her lips around it. It felt so big in her mouth! She wet it with spit, guiding it back further and further down her mouth and throat…
…Rahul got the idea. He grabbed the back of her head by her blonde hair, and rammed her head forward till she gagged on the cock, then pulled it back roughly. He continued this, twice, thrice…..six times and then his cock almost fell out of her mouth, coated with saliva from the back of her throat. She gasped for breath, and as she did caught a glimpse of his cock glistening from her spit, and swallowed it again. Back and forth again he manipulated her head, till she nearly vomited his cock out, little droplets of saliva dripping from its tip.
She grabbed the cock and moved it back, putting her tongue out and licking his brown balls, kissing each of them in turn. He grunted with pleasure as she did so, and she kept at it for another 5 minutes.
Rahul couldn’t believe his luck; he secretly thanked the traffic that had held up his driver, without which he would not be here on the early hours of a warm January morning with his cock in the mouth of this beautiful Russian blonde. He glanced down as she worked his cock with her mouth, her green eyes that looked so innocent masking deepthroat skills that would have rivalled the best pornstars.
His hand still had a grip on her blonde hair; now he used it to bring her head up and kissed her soft lips as if to indicate that it was her turn now. Leaning down, he took a firm grip on her jogging bottoms, and pulled them down to her legs with one fluid motion. Her pussy was stunning….tight pink lips, framed by a crotch that had absolutely no hair, just silky smooth white skin. She turned her back, and she had a tight Russian ass with a small cleft and firm smooth cheeks.
He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart., revealing Olya’s asshole… a little hole framed with a pink ring. He felt a savage instinct deep come over deep inside him “I wanna taste your white ass” he growled. She said nothing, but bent over as if to indicate her submission. He ran his tongue around the ring area. As she moaned, he pushed his tongue deep inside her hole
Olya had never had her ass licked, and the feeling of having a man’s tongue exploring the inner reaches of her anus drove her over the edge. She moved her hips back and started grinding her ass all over Rahul’s face. This seemed to spur him on more, and he pulled her anus open and literally began tongue-fucking her asshole. She writhed with pleasure at the feeling of Rahul’s warm, wet and firm tongue feeling the insides of her ass.
She felt his strong arms around her waist, and before she knew it, Rahul had twisted her upside down while standing up, so that her legs were d****d around and just dangling off his shoulders, her pussy was in his face, and her head was upside down next to his rock-hard cock. Ignoring the vertigo, she gobbled up the cock in front of her as she felt his tongue in her pussy
Rahul was in ecstasy… not only was this Russian sucking his cock like a champ but she was as freaky as he was. He buried his tongue in her sweet white pussy. It tasted so fresh as he worked his lips around the labia and put the tongue on her clit. Both bobbed their heads as their respective mouths tasted the sex of the other, and on and on they went….till Olya abruptly spat out Rahul’s cock, her midsection tensed and she started screaming “da….DA…..DAAA!” She unleashed a squirt of clear liquid all over Rahul’s mouth
Rahul lowered a quivering Olya down on the shore of the waterway. He spat a thick gob of saliva in his palm and rubbed it all over his cock, then shoved Olya down to her knees. Parting her ass once more, he gave it another lick just for good measure, then thrust his throbbing, hard brown cock into her tight young white ass. She yelped a bit, but he knew she would get used to it. He began with slow, deep thrusts, and reached forward with his right hand to work her clit.
Olya had felt an initial stab of pain when Rahul’s cock entered his ass, but now the sensitive nerve endings of her ass were working overtime to send waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned as she felt the throbs and warmth of Rahul’s cock against the inner walls of her rectum. Rahul behan thrusting harder….harder….faster…..faster. She reached down, looking at his dark brown balls slapping in clear contrast against her white pussy. That’s when he pulled her hair back and began thrusting even faster. All this while, he had been building her up with his middle finger working her clit furiously...now she couldn’t hold it anymore, and orgasmed with a writhe of pleasure, unleashing a stream of liquid from her pussy against Rahul’s cock, balls and pelvis
The gush of warm pussy fluid was all Rahul needed to drive him over the edge. He quickly pulled his cock out of Olya’s ass, and made his way to her face. He aimed the tip of his cock at the smooth white skin of Olya’s face and released….
Olya had been waiting for this moment….she laughed with delight as 6 spurts of thick, sticky, extremely warm semen blasted her cheeks, lips and chin, barely missing her eyes.
“Hope you were satisfied with the service, and welcome to Goa” said Rahul with a smirk. “It was great” laughed Olya, mascara running down her eyes, her face coated with Indian cum “but next time you should cum inside my pussy”.
**the End**
..so here she was, just weeks after her 19th birthday , on a charter flight travelling from Moscow to Goa, India. Olya was done with the snow, the bitter cold and the monotony of her otherwise comfortable life in Russia. She was craving hot sun, warm seas and a tropical landscape….but more than anything, she was craving something different sexually.
The thing was, Olya had a fascination for contrast and difference. Not that she was an amateur…Olya had had her share of sexual experiences in Russia and the Baltic, and they were enough to satiate her. But she didn’t want to spend the start of her adulthood constrained to the partners that offered her the same as always. She wanted to experience of her smooth white skin rubbing up against someone dark and rough. She wanted to explore the world….and herself
While she would have liked to go to a truly exotic destination like Africa, or Jamaica, she knew better than to risk her life for the sake of a thrill. Olya was too intelligent for that. Russians had a history of successful tourism to Goa, so she figured, that was enough of an escape without having to risk her life.
And so she found herself disembarking from the Rossiya Airbus on the morning of a beautiful January day in Goa. She smiled to herself as she felt the warm air that was a good 50 degrees higher than where she’d got on the plane, and the sea breezes drafting from the Arabian Sea.
[1 day later]
It was safe to say this trip had started off being a disappointment, Olya reflected as she lounged on the towel at the beach. All around her were tourists, who might have looked not that different from home. Pale Israelis, pudgy pink Britons, flaxen-haired Germans….and more than anything, Russians. She couldn’t blame her countrymen, this place was beautiful. However, there was nothing that excited the desires of her secret purpose for this trip. The locals so far were a disappointment…a good 6 inches shorter than her in most cases. While they might have offered the contrast she desired, their subservient attitude, where they worshipped her because of where she was from, was a total turn-off. It didn’t help that in a country where 33% of the population was below 25, she was amongst “k**s”.
Olya put down the book she was reading, gathered her belongings and walked back to the hotel. As she made her way through dozens of tourists and observed the hundreds of Umbrellas around the beach, she reflected that she needed to get away to something more secluded for the sake of her own sanity. If she couldn’t fulfill her objectives, at least she could have a damn good holiday.
She walked up to the front desk of her resort and asked if she could book a private tour of the more secluded spots in Goa. The young local at the front desk explained to her that while the resort contracted such tours out to private operators, they would be more than happy to arrange one for her. The next available one was the tomorrow afternoon at 4, with the operator taking care of overnight accommodation and then continuing the tour the next day. “That’s Fine, book that for me” Olya replied “Of course ma’am” said the front-desk assistant “is everything ok, can I do any more to make your stay more excellent?” . “No” Olya replied brusquely, contemplating how untrue that was as she walked away from the desk to her room.
[Next afternoon at 415pm]
Olya was fuming….the tour operator was late. She was hardly surprised…she had seen the chaotic traffic of India. But she figured, this person was dealing with foreign tourists who demanded punctuality so he should have been prepared and left earlier. She was going to give him a piece of her mind when he turned up
After another 5 minutes, a Mercedes SUV turned up. “Miss Olya?” said the voice from inside? “Yes” she snapped. She was ready to unleash a barrage of indignation when the door opened and the man behind the voice stepped out. That’s when she stopped short.
The man was striking. 6 feet tall, he had dark but smooth skin and sharp features. He had a muscular body, with broad shoulders over a chiselled chest that tapered down into the waist and legs. He looked like an Indian warrior prince that Olya had seen in some fictional works.
“I’m Rahul, sorry about the lateness” he said, continuing: “the employee who was supposed to conduct your tour was held up by an accident. I didn’t want you to lose out so when I found out I decided to do it myself….I own the tour company”. “No problem” Olya said, looking at his profile as he loaded her bags into the trunk of the SUV. He had some lines in his face that denoted he had lived life. Olya deduced his age at mid-30s
They set off, travelling into the beautiful hinterlands of Goa. All around her were idyllic backwaters lined with palm trees and bordered by emerald seas that, according to Rahul’s commentary, were rich in history. But Olya could barely concentrate; she was busy imagining what her guide would look like without his clothes on.
As evening drew in, Rahul said “I have a surprise for you, it should make up for the lateness earlier. “ He turned into a small dirt road, and after a 5 minute drive they came into a waterway. On that waterway was parked a beautiful old boat without a conceivable stern. “This is a houseboat” Rahul explained. “It is used on Indian waterways as a holiday home. It’s meant to be moored most of the time, hence no stern. This belongs to me, and is our overnight rest spot”
They came onboard, and Olya took in the ornate mahogany-wood fittings, pictures of Indian cultural spots, and cashmere carpets. “there is only one issue…there is only one water tank which is used for the toilets, so the shower isn’t working” “ Its Ok” Olya replied, continuing “its lovely, thank you so much….you have been a great guide”. “Glad to hear” Rahul replied with a smile “I’m going to bed as it’s a been a long day….If there’s nothing else?” “No I don’t think so” Olya replied….secretly thinking that it was a lie. Rahul said goodnight and went into his room, and she heard the door lock shut. She sighed, and went to her own room.
Olya tossed and turned through the night, not being able to catch much sleep. She was thinking about Rahul: although he was polite, he was also cold, in contrast to the other people she’d met. It was hard to break through to him, and harder to read him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing, followed in quick succession by another. She glanced at her watch…it was 530am. What was Rahul doing up so early? She got out of the bed, put on her slippers. She almost walked out before returning and quickly fixing her makeup. After a quick touch of lipstick and eyeliner, she came out of her room.
The living area of the houseboat was empty, but the main exit’s door was slightly ajar. She quietly walked out, and turned into the walkway on the outside of the houseboat. Still empty. She turned around the bow and that’s when she noticed some movement just off the boat.
It was Rahul…..he was bathing on the waters of the lagoon just off the front of where the houseboat was moored. His back to her, the waters reached to the top of his thighs….where she saw his firm and sculpted ass, two haunches of dark brown skin that glistened wet in the sun. God, he was even more attractive naked than she imagined.
She gently stepped back and walked down the gangplank off the boat, rounded it then hid behind its bow, observing him. His arms were muscular indeed, and his back curved upwards into the broad shoulders. The skin positively glowed a deep honey brown
At that moment, he reached onto the shore and grabbed a soap. That’s when she saw his penis: a thick brown knob with a prominent foreskin. It was so much darker than his skin that it looked positively black. It had prominent veins and God it was so thick….
That’s when he noticed her. He was initially startled, and Olya felt a twinge of panic for invading his privacy. But then she noticed a small rather evil smile form around his mouth, as his eyebrows arched up. “Like what you see?” he asked. Olya stood up, and came out from the shadows of the boat’s bow. It was enough of an invitation, she had been waiting long enough and didn’t need anymore incentive
She walked up to Rahul, put her lips onto his, and kissed him with the passion borne from years of desire. She put her tongue deep into his mouth, feeling the contours of his thick tongue, as her hands reached out down below. She felt the veins and the thickness of the warm pulsating cock, moving down to two low-hanging balls that were so large they seemed to be full of Indian sperm
She felt his arms around her back, bringing her closer. His cock grew harder, pulsating as it did. She stepped away from his kisses and looked down at the thick black banana in front of her….it must have been 8 inches long if not more. It looked positively delicious…
She knelt down, and kissed the skin at its tip. Rahul moaned a bit. She brought out her pink tongue and ran it around the head, then enveloped her lips around it. It felt so big in her mouth! She wet it with spit, guiding it back further and further down her mouth and throat…
…Rahul got the idea. He grabbed the back of her head by her blonde hair, and rammed her head forward till she gagged on the cock, then pulled it back roughly. He continued this, twice, thrice…..six times and then his cock almost fell out of her mouth, coated with saliva from the back of her throat. She gasped for breath, and as she did caught a glimpse of his cock glistening from her spit, and swallowed it again. Back and forth again he manipulated her head, till she nearly vomited his cock out, little droplets of saliva dripping from its tip.
She grabbed the cock and moved it back, putting her tongue out and licking his brown balls, kissing each of them in turn. He grunted with pleasure as she did so, and she kept at it for another 5 minutes.
Rahul couldn’t believe his luck; he secretly thanked the traffic that had held up his driver, without which he would not be here on the early hours of a warm January morning with his cock in the mouth of this beautiful Russian blonde. He glanced down as she worked his cock with her mouth, her green eyes that looked so innocent masking deepthroat skills that would have rivalled the best pornstars.
His hand still had a grip on her blonde hair; now he used it to bring her head up and kissed her soft lips as if to indicate that it was her turn now. Leaning down, he took a firm grip on her jogging bottoms, and pulled them down to her legs with one fluid motion. Her pussy was stunning….tight pink lips, framed by a crotch that had absolutely no hair, just silky smooth white skin. She turned her back, and she had a tight Russian ass with a small cleft and firm smooth cheeks.
He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart., revealing Olya’s asshole… a little hole framed with a pink ring. He felt a savage instinct deep come over deep inside him “I wanna taste your white ass” he growled. She said nothing, but bent over as if to indicate her submission. He ran his tongue around the ring area. As she moaned, he pushed his tongue deep inside her hole
Olya had never had her ass licked, and the feeling of having a man’s tongue exploring the inner reaches of her anus drove her over the edge. She moved her hips back and started grinding her ass all over Rahul’s face. This seemed to spur him on more, and he pulled her anus open and literally began tongue-fucking her asshole. She writhed with pleasure at the feeling of Rahul’s warm, wet and firm tongue feeling the insides of her ass.
She felt his strong arms around her waist, and before she knew it, Rahul had twisted her upside down while standing up, so that her legs were d****d around and just dangling off his shoulders, her pussy was in his face, and her head was upside down next to his rock-hard cock. Ignoring the vertigo, she gobbled up the cock in front of her as she felt his tongue in her pussy
Rahul was in ecstasy… not only was this Russian sucking his cock like a champ but she was as freaky as he was. He buried his tongue in her sweet white pussy. It tasted so fresh as he worked his lips around the labia and put the tongue on her clit. Both bobbed their heads as their respective mouths tasted the sex of the other, and on and on they went….till Olya abruptly spat out Rahul’s cock, her midsection tensed and she started screaming “da….DA…..DAAA!” She unleashed a squirt of clear liquid all over Rahul’s mouth
Rahul lowered a quivering Olya down on the shore of the waterway. He spat a thick gob of saliva in his palm and rubbed it all over his cock, then shoved Olya down to her knees. Parting her ass once more, he gave it another lick just for good measure, then thrust his throbbing, hard brown cock into her tight young white ass. She yelped a bit, but he knew she would get used to it. He began with slow, deep thrusts, and reached forward with his right hand to work her clit.
Olya had felt an initial stab of pain when Rahul’s cock entered his ass, but now the sensitive nerve endings of her ass were working overtime to send waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned as she felt the throbs and warmth of Rahul’s cock against the inner walls of her rectum. Rahul behan thrusting harder….harder….faster…..faster. She reached down, looking at his dark brown balls slapping in clear contrast against her white pussy. That’s when he pulled her hair back and began thrusting even faster. All this while, he had been building her up with his middle finger working her clit furiously...now she couldn’t hold it anymore, and orgasmed with a writhe of pleasure, unleashing a stream of liquid from her pussy against Rahul’s cock, balls and pelvis
The gush of warm pussy fluid was all Rahul needed to drive him over the edge. He quickly pulled his cock out of Olya’s ass, and made his way to her face. He aimed the tip of his cock at the smooth white skin of Olya’s face and released….
Olya had been waiting for this moment….she laughed with delight as 6 spurts of thick, sticky, extremely warm semen blasted her cheeks, lips and chin, barely missing her eyes.
“Hope you were satisfied with the service, and welcome to Goa” said Rahul with a smirk. “It was great” laughed Olya, mascara running down her eyes, her face coated with Indian cum “but next time you should cum inside my pussy”.
**the End**
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