Symmetra
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It's your first day working for the Vishkar Corporation. You've gone through the week of training, the videos that show you what to do and not do around the workplace, obvious as most of that material may be, and have so far had a decent day with few errors that your higher ups needed to correct you on. But now came the most rigorous portion of your day; finding a table to sit at during your lunch hour.
Sure, you could sit with your fellow coworkers, the ones you spent the last week with in a small room training to do your job, but even they all seem to have scattered about the cafeteria, talking with higher ups and managers to likely try and schmooze their ways into higher positions or pay rates. But not you, having wanted to take the honest route to success.
There is one other reason you're concerned about who you sit with and where. You are the only new white person to work at Vishkar, having accepted a transfer from the states to their main headquarters based in India. You didn't really know anyone else out here, and were concerned you might unintentionally offend someone native to the country.
You continue to scan around the room, your tray of food in hands as you try to find somewhere to sit before the time runs out on your break. Then you spot it, a table with all seats vacant, save for one. The seat in question is occupied by a very gorgeous Indian woman, eating away at her meal while reading up on something over her phone. She definitely appears to be out of your league, and she seems especially so absorbed you don't know if your company would be welcomed. She also has a robotic left arm that seems designed to match her uniform, which you feel better off not bringing up lest she crushes you with it. Still, with no other options left, you approach the woman and ask, "Sorry, um, is anyone sitting here?"
Having hear you, the Indian woman looks up at you, a stone cold expression in her eyes as she studies you up and down. You gulp, unsure what sort of response she might have for you. Finally, she pulls out the chair next to her, and quietly says, "Sit."
You do so, feeling like a dog being given orders with the to be she gives you. Before you can offer your hand for a shake and introduce yourself, the Indian employee slides her thumb down her tongue, brushing at your eyebrow. "You had a hair out of place." she explains.
"Oh, um, thank you..." you respond, unsure what else to say.
"You may leave now." says the woman before biting into her food.
"Excuse me?"
"That was the reason I allowed you a seat," she explains, "you had something out of place and I required fixing it. You may leave now."
"Oh..." you say, quite disappointed. "Well it's just that I'm new here, and there's no place else I can sit. That's, that's why I asked about sitting here."
"I suppose for now," she sighs, "until you can permanently find a place for yourself during this time. I have the sense that we'll be eating at the same time every work day. And trust me when I say I'd rather not be interrupted during my personal time."
"...my apologies..." you reply, ready to move to another seat at the table to avoid her.
"Ah, yes. Where are my people skills?" says the Indian woman. "I must apologize, I should have realized you're merely looking for a place to eat. Normally men would try and take this time to seduce me, especially one of your caliber."
"S-seduce...wait, my caliber?" you stammer, confused by her statements.
"Your ethnicity." she points out with a smirk. "You white men always find us so exotic, so beautiful, a must have in your collection of women you've fornicated with, it seemed natural that you would try to impress me in a similar fashion."
"Ah..." is all you say at first, unsure if you should be offended by that or not. "Well...allow me to just say that I'm not looking to seduce you, miss..."
"Satya. Satya Vaswani." she responds, finally sticking her hand out to you. You shake, though you're still a little dizzy from the mood whiplashes she provides you. "I work as an architect here, so as you can imagine my head is just swirling with ideas. And where do you work?"
"Oh, me? I just started, I'm currently working in the mail room, but I hope to work my way up the ladder from there."
Satya smirks, as if having some thoughts about you and keeping them to herself. You try your best to keep the conversation going, as she seems surprisingly interested in having a talk with you. "I mean, I did just transfer out here from the states..."
"Of course, transferred." she repeats, understanding. "I myself am actually back here from our location in Brazil."
"Really? What were you doing out there?"
Satya looks away, as if annoyed with the question. "We went down there to help the people, given how in shambles things were following the omnic crisis. Things...slowly began to fall apart after some street punk stole our technology and lead a rebellion against us..."
You raise an eyebrow. This all sounds quite interesting, but surprisingly you never heard one word about this incident. You decide not to push forward with it, as it seems to bother the architect. "Um, well, I'm sorry that happened. But...it must be nice to be home, right?" you ask, trying your best to remain positive.
The architect sighs, using her fork to push her green beans back further from the corn. "I suppose there is an upside to the matter, yes. But..." Satya smirks, her eyes shutting briefly before she turns to you again. "You know, I am a bit curious, my new friend. Do you consider me to be exotic?"
"Whu-what? Me, find you..." It sounds like a loaded question to you. Satya certainly was exotic in your mind, but you didn't want her knowing that. But in saying no you worry that you offend her, likely getting some sort of action written up against you.
Then Satya chuckles. "My, but you are a nervous wreck." she says, patting your shoulder. "I'm under the sense that you don't speak to many pretty ladies in your life, do you?"
"Um...I guess...not?" you respond. You're not unsure about your sex life, but you haven't exactly had that many times for sex under your belt, either.
"You're not a virgin, are you?"
You're thankful that you weren't drinking anything just now, otherwise you would be doing a spit take across the table. "No! No, of course not!" You reply, honest yet sensitive about the question. "That's just, this is such an odd conversation for us to have at work. Especially since you have seniority over me, it's..."
Satya laughs at the way you dance around the conversation. "I suppose the point I'm looking to get across here is that to me, someone of your nationality comes across as very exotic to me." Satya sighs, the architect running her finger down your uniform's shirt. "Like a meat we aren't allowed to touch due to its sacred notion in society, I want to try you so badly. But you seem so very...how can I put this into words without offending you?" Too late for that, you think to yourself. "You come across as bashful. Very shy and embarrassed of the subject of sex."
"Mostly because that's not a conversation you have in such a public place..." you say with a nervous laugh. "Like I guess privately that'd be great, but the company cafeteria?"
"Hm..." Satya stares at you, as if she's thinking and conversing with herself, while you remain unsure where she's racing to with her mind. "So you would rather we speak of this in a more private manner? Is that what I'm hearing?"
"I mean, if you want to, sure."
Satya studies you, a smile on her face. Using her robotic arm, the architect manages to form a pen in her hand utilizing hard-light technology. You look at her, stunned at how she had managed to create a pen from out of nowhere, not paying attention to her scribbling things down on a napkin. She hands you said napkin, which you take sheepishly. "That is my phone number and address. Be sure to call me so I know when you'll be arriving." As if on cue, the architect checks on her watch, noticing the time. "And now, if you'll excuse me, it's time that I return to my duties. Enjoy the rest of your meal." The Indian woman stands up, taking her tray with her, while you sit staring at the napkin, disbelieving that you just obtained the number and address of the hottest employee here, and you barely had to do anything in order to get it.
If only you were this lucky with the rest of your life, you mutter to yourself.
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You arrive at Satya's apartment, looking at the details she wrote down just to double check. Taking in a deep breath, you approach the door, knocking on it while anticipating whatever the architect may have in mind while you wait for an answer from the other side of that door. You remind yourself to remain confident as you pull the collar of your shirt off your neck, looking your best for the evening and think there can't be anything to worry about. After all, she may be a little forward about the subject at hand, but she's still human.
Then the door opens up, and you are surprised to see that Satya is wearing what looks to be a classic Indian dancer outfit. Two different shades of blue adorn the outfit, with several pieces of gold jewelry present along her body. Her hair is braided with gold ties splitting the bottom portion down with a bun on the back of her head, surrounded by little petals.
Over her sky blue top that goes down to her midriff is a white sash with a blue trim decorated with gold patterns, the sash leading down to the pants of her enticing ensemble. Below her waist is a powder blue fan-like piece of cloth held up by a gold waist chain with a red jewel in the center.
While Satya wears a gold choker, necklace, and rings around her wrist, it is two pieces of gold that stand out to you. The nose piercing just above her left nostril and her robotic arm, which no longer resembles the rest of her Vishkar outfit but is equally gilded with some intricate designs going down the side, while its shoulder-part bears the same red jewel as her other ornaments. You also make note of her still human hand and her bare feet, her nails coated in red paint. Her palm bears a symbol of the sun just as the tops of her feet do.
And all you can think is how beautiful she looks.
"I...hi." you say, a bit bashful at the sight of Satya. "You look amazing."
"Thank you." Satya says, grabbing your hand to pull you inside her apartment. You look about at the living room, seeing how in touch and harmonious it comes off. It's not something you anticipated someone as anti-social as Satya comes across to decorate her place to be so inviting and welcoming. She turns to you with a smirk, saying proudly, "Welcome to my world."
"It's...a nice place you have." you say, getting a good glimpse around the room. "Did you do this just for tonight, or...?"
"This is how I usually decorate, actually." Satya explains, leading you to a seat on her love seat. "It's not for anything in particular, just something that allows me to feel more at home. What was here before felt too plain for my tastes." Using her hard-light technology, she creates a seat for herself to sit atop with zero flaw, crossing her legs without skipping a beat. "Now then, let's continue our discussion from work. You've mentioned you have indeed had sex before?"
Fagin your cheeks flush, not thinking she would be so immediate to bring the discussion back up. "Well...well, yeah. I've had sex. It's just not very frequent, I usually get to know the woman better before getting intimate with them...not, not meeting them on the first day of employment. Especially not with a fellow employee."
"I see. But you do wish to get intimate with me, do you not?" asks the Indian architect, wiggling her toes in a manner to tease you.
"Y-yeah, I do..."
"Then I would wish to be intimate with you as well." she interrupts. "But under a condition. Anything we do must be through the art of kama sutra." She pauses, seeing you're about to speak before continuing, "You are aware what that is, correct?"
"Um...yeah. It's that book with all those incredibly insane sex positions, isn't it?" You ask, seeing the book laid out on a coffee table.
"That is one way to put it, yes. But it truly is one way to get within sexual enlightenment with yourself." she explains.
"That's...great, really. But I just don't have the um...the body for that sort of endurance. I'm not exactly flexible or anything." you tell her, really worried about your performance in doing some of the things she may ask of you.
"Consider this a learning experience, then." Satya says politely. "You will at least leave here tonight with an understanding of what will be required in the future, and perhaps I can guide you to better enlightenment with your sexual side."
You rub the back of your head, taking some thought on how this conversation is going. "Hey, Satya, I'm not disagreeing, but...do you see this as a date or a consultation?"
You watch her smirk. "That is for you to decide, my friend."
"Consultation, got it." you say quietly.
Satya stands up, her chair vaping into the air. "Before we begin, you will need to remove your clothes."
You stand up, beginning to undress yourself. "Of course." You realize the whole time that Satya doesn't take her eyes off you, her finger pressed against her cheek as she eyes your side profile. Even from that angle she sees your cock at half mast, a pleased moan escaping her mouth. It's likely thoughts going through her mind, which you figure was inevitable with this unusual meet up.
Once undressed, Satya turns her back to you, simply commanding, "Now undress me."
There's little hesitation coming from you now, despite being naked in front of the still clothed Satya. You approach her from behind, removing the sash from her shoulder, then her top. With her back still turned you loosen the waist chain off her body to allow the sash to drop, shocked to see that she bears no underwear beneath while you gaze at her silky smooth skin, with your cock now at a full erection as it pokes against her ass crack. You gulp, only now realizing that the Indian architect's booty may be too much for you to handle.
Satya steps out of her pant legs, the sounds of her jewelry swinging as she turns back around to face you. Seeing how big your cock is, Satya purrs without realization, biting down on the knuckle of her pointer finger. "I suppose just a little taste can't hurt before we properly begin." The architect kneels in front of you, her human hand touching onto your shaft and giving it a few strokes to help maintain full erection. Holding it still she guides the rod into her mouth, pushing down to the base with ease. You gasp, surprised that she can pull something like that off without choking. Then you hear slurping noises from below, watching her as she sucks the flavor off your staff, her eyes shut as she savors the taste. You take a deep breath as her tongue pushes against your head, as if trying to snake inside of your tiny slit. The thought frightens yet intrigues you at the same time.
Soon Satya backs her head off your cock, wiping some saliva off her lip as she sees your cock is good and ready. Standing up to her feet, she grabs your hand, guiding you into her bedroom which features an equally harmonious atmosphere to it. "Now, the first position I wish for you to portray is the Bridge. I will need you to bend backwards."
"What?!" you ask.
"Bend backwards. On your hands and knees, like you're doing a crab walk."
"O-okay..." you stammer, following her orders despite worrying what this will do. The architect at least helps you a little, helping your groin so that it juts into the air, your legs fully stretched and your back arched so that your body is bridging. "I, uh, Satya, I'm a little concerned with this. I don't know if I can hold it."
Your coworker only smirks. "Perhaps not," she says, squatting over your cock, "but I would be quite amused if that ends up being the case. You'd still provide me with some entertainment at the very least."
With her feet remaining on the ground, Satya guides your cock inside her pussy, yourself grunting while she places her hands on your abs. You hear Satya's breath get heavy as she grinds against your body, laughing as she can hear your struggle to maintain the bridged position. "Is this not fun?" she says, her hips still rocking against your body. "Are you not enjoying the harmony that the position builds? How it brings us together?"
"I feel something..." you grunt. "I think it's my body about to cave in."
"Don't give into gravity just yet." she warns you, breathing heavily as she bends her knees, bringing her feet to your thighs. "We've barely just begun with this position!"
You do your best, trying to hold the pose while her legs pressing against your thighs causes her weight to shift. She no longer uses support from the floor, likely doing it on purpose to tease you, while her hands press into your chest. She's doing this on purpose, you tell yourself, but you try to maintain the bridged pose, even as she grinds harder into your cock. You can barely focus on holding this and your boner, which feels like it could peak at any time. You aren't at all aided by the fact that Satya is still atop you, and the one thing racing through your mind is her silky backside, the way it must be moving with how she grinds into your body. You so badly want to taste her ass, get your cock inside of that hole, watch her cheeks bouncing against your hips while she's begging for more…
And there it is.
You growl through gritted teeth, hands clawing into the wooden floor of the bedroom as your cock stiffens up and blasts a load inside of the architect. You barely have enough time to warn her, but Satya stops grinding anyway, smiling as she watches your face scrunch up while your seed blasts away at her pussy. Again she bites down on her finger, staring at you with a cocky smile as she feels you stream your jizz up her snatch.
And despite the very obvious fact that you were going to collapse, Satya remains on top of you, grinning at you as she waits for the inevitable as well. Your arms and legs start to quiver, losing their strength from an exhausting climax. You try your best to maintain balance, awaiting Satya to leave your cock, but she remains on you for too long, even giving a little tease by straddling her hips against your body. You feel your cock stiffen up, the blood flowing to your crotch as it builds up…
And that's enough to cause you to fall to the ground, with Satya coming down on your pelvic bone. "Sonnova…" you grunt, feeling the ground under you shake a bit.
Satya, meanwhile, has herself a good laugh at your expense. "Now that was fun." She says, standing off of you while your cock pops out of her vagina. "I must give you credit, however, you lasted much longer than I thought you would. Well, with the bridge formation, at least."
"Thanks…?" you ask quizzically, not certain what she means by that statement. "Are you talking about-"
"Your premature climax? Of course." replies the architect, walking to a night stand for a tissue. She wipes your cum out of her pussy, continuing, "Your flexibility is one thing, but you will need to learn how to let a lady cum first."
"Wait a - ow…Wait a second!" You try to get yourself off the floor, having some trouble standing up given how heavy the muscles in your arms and legs currently feel. "I didn't…you just hit a good spot, and I couldn't focus!"
Satya laughs, looking at you as she tosses the tissue into a waste can on the other side of the room. "How amusing. It would be just like your kind to have excuses such as that."
"But I'm not…"
"You do still seem as though you could handle another round with me. Do you think you can handle it, my American friend?"
You have a look of annoyance on your face, and Satya is taking great pleasure out of the matter. You realize all you're doing is feeding into her behavior, but when she calls you out on premature ejaculation you honestly can't help but feel greatly offended. "Okay, sure." You say. "What's your next position?"
"I think you might appreciate this one." Satya says, using her hard-light technology once more to create a chair similar to what she had sat on moments ago. "It's called The Challenge."
"Isn't kama sutra already a challenge enough?" you grumble. Your eyes are glued to Satya's ass as she climbs onto the seat of the chair, feet flat on the surface while she sticks her silky rear end out for you to gaze on.
"For the untrained like yourself? Of course." She teases. "But I am an expert at many of these positions. I can't be helped that the kama sutra isn't practiced often. Now…let's see if you can handle me from this position." Satya grabs onto her silky cheeks, spreading them apart while she makes her ass wink at you. You know that she wants you to put your rod inside of her pussy, but that asshole is just so tempting to you and your member…
Taking in a deep breath, you grab hold of Satya's behind, sticking your cock between her cheeks and giving it a massage, rubbing it thoroughly until it's stiff enough to go inside of the Indian architect's cunt. You do get a sensation from getting that close to Satya's ass, however, even if you aren't penetrating it. You rub your cock's head against her lips, hearing her purr at the touch you have against her folds. Pushing inside, you can finally savor the moment now that you aren't the one in a particularly absurd position. Not that Satya had any trouble either; compared to that bridging the architect was still in a better position that you would ever be.
You penetrate her vagina, your cock vanishing within Satya until your base is pressing into the architect's backside. Your hands get a good idea now for how soft and pillow-y it feels, wanting to take a nap on it when you need the rest. You start to thrust into your Vishkar coworker, hearing your hips slap into her cheeks and watching as they ripple. You may not be in her ass, but you certainly are enjoying the view. Even your ears have a little audio erotica, hearing Satya moan as she holds onto the seat by her hands, managing to maintain her balance. It doesn't even occur to you that you hadn't even put consideration into how much power you're putting into your thrusts, having lost focus of that as you keep your gaze on Satya's booty. "Just tell me if this is fine." you remind her.
"Mmm...if I weren't fine with it I would have mentioned something by now, wouldn't I?" she chuckles, looking back at you. "Ah, how naive of you to think you have control now. What interesting ways your mind works." She moans again while you continue to penetrate her with your rod. You remain unsure what she means by this until she starts to rock her backside around, throwing you off rhythm while your cock remains inside of her snatch. With the way her hips move about, your hands unable to control her, your staff moves around with her ass, throwing you off mentally. This causes you to lose focus and attention, while your cock once again reaches its peak.
Another blast of your seed goes inside of Satya, filling her up even as she moves her hips about. Pulling out, your cum makes a mess on the ground, but you'd rather not risk any chances of the Indian architect being impregnated by yourself. Even if you did cum in her already.
"What a shame." Satya sighs, helping herself off her seat as she looks over at you. "You still cannot control yourself under the circumstances. You really can't maintain an erection for too long while around my Indian beauty, can you?"
"What?!" You shout, growing further annoyed by Satya's antics. "You didn't warn me you were going to do that! And how am I supposed to prepare for something like that anyway?!"
"That is for you to figure out." she responds, playfully brushing her finger under your chin.
There's no way for you to describe it, but something about the way Satya has been with you from meeting her at lunch until now has been grinding at you. The Indian woman certainly does seem to have a superiority complex, likely because of her position in the company over yours, but that doesn't give her the right to treat you like dirt. Perhaps, you think, it's time that the architect have a taste of her own medicine.
Without even thinking, you push Satya down onto her bed, crawling on top of her while you pin her down by her throat. The Indian woman looks up at you, taken aback by your sudden aggressive nature while you bare your teeth at her. "Listen, I'm getting sick and tired of you pushing me like this! Is it because of my status in Vishkar? Just because I'm not some well paid Indian like you are?!"
"I-I beg your pardon..." Satya asks, trying to breath as your grip tightens on her throat. Her hands reach for your arm, trying to get you off of her.
"Look I might be some white skinned rookie, but that gives you no reason to lord yourself on me! Apologize!"
"I'm...sorry..." she says with a gagging sound. You let go of her throat, watching her heave for air while her chest rises and drops in response. Holding onto your dick, you slap it atop Satya's clitoris, the Indian architect wincing in response.
"And you still need to cum, right?" you ask with a grin. "Tell me how badly you want my white dick."
"What?!" Satya asks, finding this all coming from nowhere. "I...no! That is ridiculous! I'm not going to say such things!"
"Alright, fine. We're done here, then."
As you go to leave the bedroom and get into your clothes, Satya sits up and reaches her arm out to you. "No, wait! Wait...I'll say it." she says before heaving in a sigh. "I do...I really do want your big, white, American cock. But I love to toy with men's emotions."
"Well you did a good job of that," you say as you return to the bed, "it sure as hell got me pissed off. So let's start doing this my way then." Kneeling onto the bed, you lift Satya's leg up, guiding your cock into her pussy. Ironically, you find out later on that this position is called Splitting Bamboo. You rest your hand on the architect's chest, pressing down while you begin to plow into her. You hear her grunt and whimper, looking up at you in amazement. She likely had no clue that you were capable of taking charge of the situation, though she didn't know that pushing you like she did was going to set you off like a fiery explosion. Nor did you, really.
Though you may love the view of Satya's plump Indian ass, you silently admit seeing her stare at you in such a way while your white rod rams into her is quite equally arousing. You see that she's enjoying this as well, having gone from the dominant Indian woman to someone that will allow themselves beneath you for your own pleasure. Deciding to make use of this, you continue to play up the behavior. Removing your cock from her snatch, you flip Satya over onto her stomach, her jewelry clanging with her movements. Grabbing her shoulders you shift her back until she's in the doggy position, deciding it was time you get what you came for at last. Guiding your shaft into Satya's ass, you push in deep as you hear the Indian woman gasp, trying to hold back a louder screech from such an unexpected move by yourself.
"Ah fuck...oh, gods...I never dreamed..." Satya whimpers, her fists grabbing onto the bed sheets "I never thought an American as yourself...could...be so big inside my asshole!" She lets out a growl, her face burying into her sheets to try to be respectful without causing a commotion. You decide otherwise, grabbing her breasts and lifting her upper body off the bed. Her back presses into your chest, while your hips pick up the speed and thrust harder against Satya's plump backside.
"It's funny to me, you know that?" you ask, grunting with every thrust your hips make into her. "Just a few minutes ago here you were teasing me and acting like such a prim and proper woman, but I show a little anger your way and you don't know what to do. You leave me in control, letting the foreigner have their way with you. And you know what? I think you get some enjoyment out of it, don't you?"
"I...I do..." Satya whispers, your hips thrusting against her ass faster than she thought you ever could.
"I tried being nice with you, but your smarmy attitude just couldn't let it go. But you know what? I think it's because my cock intimidates you, doesn't it?"
"That...it doesn't..." Satya grunts, feeling herself near climax.
"Don't cum until I say you can." you warn her, continuing on. "Does my big white cock intimidate you?"
"It...ungh...ah! Please, let me cum!" she pleads.
"Not until you say it!" you growl into her ear. Your hand moves away from squeezing her breasts, moving back up to her throat and pressing lightly onto it. "Go ahead, Satya. Tell me what I want to hear."
She hesitates, knowing that you wouldn't actually choke her out, no matter how angry you might get. But the urge builds up inside her, and you can tell by the way her voice warbles, her body language as her hips jut to the sides in an attempt to give herself an orgasm. But she soon finds there truly only is one answer to this. "Yes...yes, okay! I admit! I confess! Your big white cock intimidates me! It makes me beg for you to fuck myself mad! Now please...please! Let me cum! Please let me cum, let me cum!"
You grin wickedly at Satya, nodding at her with your approval. "Go ahead, my little Indian bitch." you say to her. "You can cum."
The Indian woman does so, holding back her orgasm for what must feel like an eternity to her. She cries out like a banshee while your hips continue to ram inside her, her pussy surprisingly letting out a gusher of a climax, squirting out onto her own bed sheets. You aren't that far off from her either, your cock peaking in her ass, but at least this time it's at your own pace and not forced on you by the Indian woman. You decide to let loose, your cum filling up her anal cavity while her pussy is just calming down from her orgasm, a large wet spot created underneath her.
When you finish, you pull your cock out of the architect's ass, letting go of her upper body before she collapses atop her bed. She's still breathing heavily, though dazed by the experience. You see a glazed look in her eyes, Satya not moving since her climax. You watch on as her ass drips out your seed, a trail trickling down her taint and against her vaginal lips. Having calmed down a bit, you lay beside her and ask, "Are you okay?"
Like an animal, Satya pounces on you, kissing you like mad all over your lips, cheeks, and neckline. You're too shocked by this change in emotion, yet welcome it at the same time. "That was amazing!" Satya says gleefully. "Please. Stay. I want you to be with me, I want your cock to fuck me raw every night!"
"Wow, uh...you know what, I'd have to think about it..." you say, a smile forming on your lips. She sees this, but doesn't care, planting one large kiss onto your lips. You're surprised how long it lasts, enough that when Satya finally stops you're both coming up for air. Satya looks down at you again, her eyes begging for you.
"I beg you!" she says, kissing your neckline. "Please, more! I want more of your meaty white cock!" You continue to smile, knowing that you're going to enjoy this relationship quite a lot.
-x-X-x-
You've been with Vishkar Industries for a good two months. When you first moved to India to take this job, you had thought you could very easily adjust to the new environment, eager to work in a whole new country, let alone a whole new continent you've never been to before. In spite of this optimism, you can't help but feel that a lot of the negatives to living out here outweigh the positives. An overall fear of the crime, disparity in wealth and the culture shock , among other things. At least you have one person out here that keeps you tethered to one spot, but sometimes you ask yourself if she's the only thing worth sticking around for, and if even she is worth all this. One positive just doesn't outweigh the negatives, after all. So when the time comes to tell her your decision, you're not at all taken aback by her reaction at the table in the company cafeteria.
"You wish to leave for America?!" You have to put your finger up to your mouth as Satya's voice raises, wanting to keep this decision quiet for obvious reasons.
"I didn't tell that to any of the higher ups yet," you whisper, keeping attention away from any of the eyes in the cafeteria that might be staring at you both. "You're the first person I'm telling this, because I thought you should know before anyone else does."
"I see..." Satya sighs, nodding her head in response. Her eyes seem glazed over so suddenly, though you're not sure why. Perhaps she's taking the news a bit harder than you anticipated. "My apologies, but we've been getting along so well here...so very, very well." Her hand instinctively runs over your thigh, while you're worried on anyone else seeing you and Satya interact like this. It's not exactly public knowledge that you two are an item, though it's not like anyone couldn't put two and two together. Still, this sort of public display of affection isn't in your comfort zone right now. "Honestly, your presence here has been...calming. Harmonious, dare I say even."
It's odd to you, but she uses that word quite a lot. You wonder if it has anything to do with some of her odd quirks, like when you first met her and she brushed a hair on your eyebrow back into place. She's right, however. Things between you both have been great, your time over at her place, which was due to her fearing the pigsty you admit your place to be, has been wonderful, even if you get carried away with certain things she likes...but that's not something you feel like discussing all that openly in front of your colleagues.
"I understand," you say, placing your hand atop hers, "but India just hasn't been what I imagined it to be. I just worry way too much how long I can survive out here."
Satya chuckles, "That always amuses me. Doesn't your media always discuss how the conditions of living out here can be for someone like yourself?"
"Yeah. But there's a more glamorous side to India too, right?"
"It prospers." she admits. "Although we do still have our fair share of protests. Some aimed particularly at Vishkar..."
"...Can you blame them?" you ask. "I mean after all the stuff that came out about what they did in Brazil, and...you said you had a part in it?"
"...I don't wish to admit to it..." Satya says silently. "But I do believe I acted in the company's best interests, and Vishkar does all it does for the greater good."
"Maybe. But...if the ship starts sinking I hope you're in a lifeboat and not still on it."
"That...is somewhat of a sweet statement from you." Satya says with a smile. "But I would love to convince you to stay if you can. I'd rather spend time with you than spend it missing you." Her lips turn into a devilish grin as her eyes no longer appear glazed, instead giving you the same look she does when she wants to seduce you. "In fact, there is one more thing I would like to share with you this evening. Perhaps it will be the key to making you wish to stay here, but more importantly, with me."
"Sure," you agree, "what do you have in mind?"
"What say we get a small coastal house in Kerala?" she suggests. "I think you might enjoy what I have in store..."
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"This...is actually really nice. I'm glad you thought of it."
"Yes, as am I."
This Kerala place feels quite comfortable to you, as Satya had said before that it's a hit with foreigners. You sit in the living room, waiting for your Indian girlfriend to come out with the surprise she had in store for you, leaving your mind racing as to the possibilities of what that could be. Then you hear the door click open, looking over to see Satya in the most jaw dropping of outfits, very much the opposite of the more modest outfit you first saw her in outside of work.
She wears a headset atop her head with a clear blue visor, with a shiny blue crystal hanging atop her forehead. Around her neck is a golden necklace, nicely designed to fit the rest of her barely there attire. Her breasts are hanging out of a harness made to fit around her bosom, with gold diamond-shaped pasties that feature short red tassels in the center. Her hips are concealed by a golden thong that matches up with the pattern on her pasties, and thigh high stockings that squeeze tightly against her legs, pushing her tissue upwards to further accentuate that brown skinned ass you love to bite into so much. Aside from an armband and her earrings, which feature a glowing blue crystal on the dangling end, there is nothing else concealing her body.
"...Hot damn." you say, standing up as Satya approaches you with an extra bounce in her step. "You look amazing!"
"Yes, you really do make that easy to tell." she says, chuckling as she brings her hand down to your groin. The way she runs her hand over your crotch shows she can see the lining of your erection, which only popped up because of her outfit.
"But really," you ask, "why so little this time around?"
Bringing you into the bedroom, Satya explains, "You've seen me in my birthday suit many times, I don't see why this would be any different. Besides, I have a little something for you to try on me, and it requires very little clothing to begin with."
You see what she means, as there's a massage table right in the middle of her living room. A white towel is set up on the comforting top, while a small table is right next to it, many oils placed on the top of it. "...So who's touching who?" you ask jokingly.
"I think you know the answer to that already." Satya says to you, walking over to the massage table. "Of course, I sadly need to lose these," she says as she removes her pasties, "laying on my stomach won't be so comfortable with the tasses." She crawls on top of it, laying flat with her ass still sticking up while her head rests on her arms, laying it to the side. "I figure we can start here, since I know how much you love to play with my ass."
The way she jiggles her ass gets your heart racing, the way the golden thong rides between her cheeks teasing your mind with thoughts of putting your cock between it right this instant. Somehow, you restrain yourself, knowing full well that Satya wishes to have a bit of foreplay before getting into any action. "So, I might need you to walk me through this, does it matter which of the oils I use, or...?"
Satya hums, looking over at the table with the bottles. "I would recommend...this one." The Indian architech points at a bottle in particular, which you reach for and open up. Pouring the contents into your cupped palm, you rub your hands together, then place them on Satya's back. She moans as you run your oiled hands around her shoulders, kneading into her dusky skin and massaging the muscles. Your hands move down her back, getting her skin covered in the oils and making her look wet and shiny as a result. Licking at your lips, you take a moment of anticipation and gaze at the Indian architech's backside.
Your hands reach down for her cheeks, squeezing them in your hands that warrant a loud purr from Satya, which she does nothing to hold back on. The sound lets you know you're handling her ass very well, doing so in a manner that she truly appreciates. Your hands roll off to the side, ensuring you cover every inch of her cheeks with the oil. You grunt as you feel your penis harden in your pants, pushing against the lining of your jeans. Just holding onto Satya's ass cheeks is enough to overload your mind with lewd thoughts of going down on the Indian architech's ass.
Your oiled thumb pushes into her anus, barely covered by the thong, causing Satya's head to rise off the table. She gasps, looking at you with a playful smile. "Mmmph, that was so nice." she says before biting her lip. "Play with it a little more." she begs, to which you do so, pushing the oiled up thumb as deep inside of her as you can while your other hand makes her backside shine. Playing around within her, you can hear moans come from the hole on the table's headrest. Chuckling, you can't help but enjoy the bestial sounds that your Indian princess is making while you play with her ass. Growing curious, you place your other thumb inside, using both to lightly stretch her out. She growls through her teeth, with her hands squeezing onto the edges of the table. You try not to laugh, finding this all too amusing.
After asking her to turn over, Satya does so, her exposed breasts sliding off to the sides. You hear her breathing through her nostrils, watching as her stomach rises and sinks with every breath she takes. As she awaits your touch, you move back to her upper body, ready to give her breasts a gentle massage before you see Satya shake her head. "No no," she insists, "start from the feet, then work your way up."
"You sure?" you ask.
"You know how you massaged my legs from the feet up just so you could get your thumb up my ass, right?" Satya says, smirking at you with dreamy eyes. "I do ask you save the centerpiece for later." Having known her long enough, you understand that's her playful little word to describe her vagina. Grabbing the same bottle of oil, you pour it into your palm again and lather it into both hands, heading down for the Indian's feet. You grab hold of them one at a time, working your fingers into her soles. Pressing into the center, you can hear the pleasure from her closed lips, her body shifting slightly while her hands grab onto the side of the table each time you do it. Your fingers run between her toes, getting the oil within the open slots as you run your digits through. With the feet now covered and given a good rub down, you move on to Satya's legs, rubbing hard into her calves, feeling them tense up.
"Relax yourself," you gently remind her, hearing the architech take a deep sigh. Her legs loosen back up, and you continue to run your hands along her lower legs. When you get to the thighs, you raise her leg up, resting the calves on your shoulders to better get a good hand on her thighs. You slide your hands towards the inner portions, your thumbs rubbing quite close to her groin, which is blocked off by the Indian woman's golden thong. You remain calm, ignoring the temptations in your mind that encourage yourself to mount her right now...but you still have quite a way to go.
After oiling up her stomach, it's time to give her breasts a rub down you've been looking forward to. Standing over her head, your hands press into the Indian's shoulders. Hearing the way she purrs bringing a sense of arousal to your body. Satya rolls her neck as you massage her shoulders for a moment before sliding your oiled hands down to her chest.
"Remember," she moans, looking up at you, "be gentle with them." Giving her a nod, you glide your fingertips over her breasts, causing Satya to let out a gentle sigh, as if the way you gently touch her breasts lifts the weight of the world off her chest. You smile at her, seeing the architech as serene as she is, a side to her that you've yet to see after all this time together. Your thumbs circle her areolas, gazing at her nipples as they slowly harden and stand at attention on the architech's breasts. After enough time passes, your hands grab hold of Satya's breasts, rubbing and kneading into them, feeling their soft tissue take shape in your palms. Your thumbs remain atop the nipples, pressing them down into the breast, causing Satya to breathe through gritted teeth.
As you continue to knead into her breasts, you look down at her face, noticing that her eyes are open as she looks up at you. Not your face, but rather the bulge that's in your pants after having touched her private parts for so long. You can see hunger setting in her eyes, her tongue licking at her lips while she continues to stare at your bulge. While you continue to play with her breasts, her hands reach out for your groin, aiming for your zipper, saying nothing and just letting her have her way with it. With the zipper pulled, Satya reaches in for your cock, which is dangling right in front of her face given its length. "Mmmm, how my body hungers for that American cock..." she says. You chuckle at the way she says it, but it's been a thing between you, especially when things get extremely aggressive, but you both get such a rush of adrenaline when you play up the racial traits during sex. You're not sure what it is that does it for you both, but it's certainly an experience.
Not even using her hands, Satya lets your cock drop into her mouth, savoring the flavor as she lifts her head off the table, bobbing it as she tries to suck you off. You laugh, realizing how odd it is for her to do at this angle, while you continue to massage her breasts. But you have to admit, it's impressive she can even manage this, although shortly after, she uses her elbows to lift her upper body off the table. After deciding that you've given your Indian beauty's breasts enough attention, you decide that now is as good a time as any to be naked with her. After dropping your pants and removing your shirt, you manage to crawl onto the table, with your member still within Satya's mouth. She stops playing with you orally, curious what you're up to. When she feels your hands slide down to her hips, your fingers sneaking under the thin straps that hold her thong in place, she moans in understanding, arching her body to lift her ass up in assistance for you. While Satya continues to suck your rod off, you crane your neck into her pussy, hands gripping to her ass while your tongue lashes away at her clit.
You can hear the breathing coming from her nostrils, the noises that manage to escape from her mouth while you flick at her little nub. Your lips soon close over it, pecking and kissing it as your mouth gives it great attention. Your fingers move closer towards Satya's ass crack, spreading her cheeks open and sliding in your two middle fingers. The Indian beauty gasps, almost choking on your member from the way you slide your fingers in so easily, using them to massage her anal cavity. "My goodness..." you hear Satya say after popping your dick out of her mouth. "I've had your white cock inside my ass so many times, but this...fuck...keep rubbing around my pathetic Indian ass, you white monster! Your hands are like the devil's work, and I'm loving every second of it!"
You try not to laugh, but you do enjoy the way Satya turns submissive to your touch, especially when it comes to her ass. Pulling out one hand, you insert two fingers from the other, while your free hand gives her oiled cheeks a good slap. The Indian architech moans and grunts as you spank her cheeks, having forgotten about giving your rod a good oral job. "Put it in me..." Satya growls through her teeth.
"Hm? I already have my fingers in..."
"I want that healthy white cock inside my ass." she continues. "Do it now. Tame me with that wild American rod, show me who is the boss of my body!"
You remove yourself from the table, using Satya's legs to pull her closer to the foot of the table. Your hand rubs the saliva left from the Indian woman into your shaft, using it and the oils as a lubricant before inserting it inside her. Satya groans, grabbing a towel from the table and biting down on it. You find it amusing, watching her act as though she's never taken your cock up her ass before. It's especially impressive with the fact you've used both her saliva and the oils as a proper lubricant, yet here she acts like she had never taken it once in her life. Her knees rest on your shoulders, you start to ram your hips into her ass cheeks, pounding into her while she holds the table tightly, gasping with each thrust you make against her soft plump ass. She lifts her head to look up at you, watching as your cock disappears into her Indian snatch, watching as you hold onto her legs for extra pounding.
"Ah, fuck...shit! Your white cock is so good in my asshole!" she shouts. "Keep pounding at my hole, you arrogant bastard! Own my ass now! Make me a slave to your cock!"
You continue to thrust into her plump ass as it hangs off the edge of the massage table, feeling your cock harden up in her anal cavity. It slides into Satya easily, likely from the saliva and oil, and the Indian architech seems to enjoy it, judging by the juices that slowly trickle out of her pussy. While you're sure that your cock is coming close to a climax, though she may just be nearing hers as well.
"Pound into my Indian ass, you boorish American! Enslave it and make it yours! Ngh! Ah, shit...SHIIIIT!" Satya reaches out for her pussy, rubbing it in a frantic manner that causes her juices to splash out, hitting your chest like a water gun. The sudden squirt causes you to lose focus, your cock peaking inside of her ass. You grunt and groan as your seed flows inside of heranus, filling it up with your seed as Satya's orgasm dies down, though the juices still trickle from the table's edge to the floor. Your body tenses up as the shaft continues to empty its load into your Indian girlfriend's ass, coating her cavern with the milky substance. Once you finish unloading your jizz, you pull your cock out of Satya, hearing her take deep breaths from such a wonderful experience. "Oh my fuck..." she whimpers, her eyes glazed over as she stares at the ceiling. "Oh my fuck...that was the most wonderful orgasm you've ever given me."
You laugh, rubbing the back of your head before grabbing a towel. You wipe Satya's jizz off of your body as you say to her, "It always makes me smile when you say that. You just can't get enough of my white meat."
"Ohhh, fuck, that's so true!" Satya responds with an odd laugh, her hands reaching to rub her snatch again. "I can't believe how much cum you filled me with, my love. I wish to have more of it in my pussy the next time." Grabbing her ass cheeks, the Indian architech spreads them apart, grunting as she pushes your jizz out of her anus. Fortunately you toss your towel down just in time so that your seed doesn't hit the floor.
"I think it's the only place I haven't fully explored tonight." you respond.
"But I want you to be nasty." Satya replies, sitting up off the table. "I love it when you treat me like I'm beneath you, my love. Words cannot describe the adrenaline I get from such a feeling. I want that same feeling of anger and frustration from you like when I first experienced it that night so long ago. Please..." She stands up, approaching your naked body as the lighting shines off of her oiled skin. Pressing her chest into you, she wraps your arms around you, giving you the most pleading look a woman like her could possibly be capable of. "I beg you. Talk to me like I'm dirt underneath your shoe."
You pause, hoping that nobody can hear you two out on the streets, otherwise any passersby would find what you two are doing to be reaaaaally out there. Otherwise you take a moment to get into the character Satya wants you to be, wearing a devilish grin on her face, exposing your teeth to the architech. "Is that what you want, you Indian slut?" you ask, chuckling. "You want to beg to be my slave in the sack, servicing me when I ask for it?"
"Yes, of course." Satya replies, backing from you with an equally fearful yet hopeful expression in her eyes. She clearly wants to act like she's not interested, but she makes it so easy to read her expression. "I want to be your submissive, my love! You are clearly much more superior than I am in bed. Please, take from me my dignity and fuck my mind and spirit out of this body!"
With a smirk, you push Satya onto the main bed, pushing her onto her oiled stomach while you gaze at her plump ass cheeks. Licking your lips, you give your cock a few strokes as you watch your seed continue to flush out of her ass, rubbing your head against the milky substance as a means of lubrication. Eagerly you slap your member into her ass, causing Satya to whimper through a bitten lower lip. "Yes, just like that!" she cries out. "Punish me, you American bastard! Give my curry cunt a pounding it will never forget!"
You guide your cock into her pussy, hearing her inhale from the initial insertion. Her hands grab hold of the bed sheets, yanking them in her direction as you pound away at her backside, grunting with every thrust you make into her pillow-like ass. You grab her oiled up waist, running your hands up to the side as her skin shines in the lighting. You grunt every time your hips slap into Satya, doing your best to give it to the Indian beauty while reminding yourself to try and stay in character with the scenario.
"You know, Satya," you say, leaning into her ear to whisper, "I love the way I make you my Indian wench, the way you have to beg for my dick is just such a turn on! And I know it has to be me, because when I first arrived in India? A lot of the other Indian ladies were throwing themselves my way."
"Is that so...?" Satya winces, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"But when I first met you, you were playing hard to get, now here you are begging like a slut for me to put my dick in you! And I gotta ask; was it all a facade? Is the Indian woman I'm fucking right now the real Satya, or is it just another facade to keep you from falling for my white dick?"
Biting down on her knuckle, Satya whimpers before responding, "Before you, every man I met...ngh! They were so intimidated by my personality and quirks. But after you transformed from...ooof, such a bashful young man into an aggressive beast...you...you made me lose control! Mmmmph!" Her back arches as your cock head rams into her cervix, raising her ass up high. Fortunately you manage to keep up with her backside. "Oh fuck! It turns me on so much, my love! The way you can dominate my body, ride my fat ass like a bitch! It's so fucking hot how you ride it! The way it reminds me that I'm yours to do with as you please! Nph! Nobody...nobody can pound into my ass like you can! Please, I beg you! Keep doing it! Fuck my pussy harder! Stretch it out good! Make it gape from your hard white cock!"
Satya buries her face into the sheets, likely biting down on them the harder you thrust your shaft inside of her. Grabbing onto her breast harness, you pull her back into your body, squeezing her oiled chests tightly in your hands. You continue to work hard into plowing the Indian woman's pussy until it's raw, hearing her breathe so heavily while you sink your teeth into her neckline. With so much flesh caught in your mouth, your tongue pushes down on the bunched up skin, licking away at it to form a hickey that would let anyone know she's yours. Almost suddenly, and without warning, she turns her head back to you, pressing her lips into yours while she moans and grunts like a primal beast. Her hands move down to her clit, giving it a rub while your member continues to pound into her snatch, her juices slowly trickling down your shaft. The cum splashes to the bed sheets, forming a small puddle while you enjoy the practice of procreating.
"Mmmph, drown my pussy!" Satya begs as she pulls away from your mouth. "Fill my pathetic cunt with your seed, my master! I want to breed with you and make a white baby to spite my parents! Get them so mad that they disown my ass, making me yours for life! Oooogh, fuck meeee!" As you deliver harder thrusts into her ass, causing it to ripple when your hips slap against it, Satya cries out with another blasting orgasm, one that causes the pooling up liquids on the bed sheets to further expand, drenching the fabric in the process. Only when she finishes squirting out do you make for the final push, your cock throbbing for release in the process. When you give her one final push, you growl as you fill her Indian cunt with your seed, flooding it the same way that you came in her ass. Exhausted as she may be, Satya still has the energy to moan through clenched teeth, pushing herself against your hips to ensure all of your jizz remains inside of her snatch.
When you finish flooding her pussy, Satya pulls away from you, your cock popping out of her as she collapses on top of the bed. Her head to the side, you see that her tongue is sticking out, her breathing heavy. You have yourself a laugh, crawling up next to the Indian architech and cuddling her from the side, pecking her cheek repeatedly. "You like that?" you ask.
"Oh so much..." Satya says with a purr, snuggling up with you. "How I lived before you, I'll never know." She proceeds to plant her lips across your upper body as you process the response.
"Hm? You mean that?" you ask.
"I'll...be honest..." she says, still a little winded. As she presses her lips on you, she continues, "I have never (mwah!) felt a stronger connection with anyone (mwah!) that I do with you. And that is my greatest fear (mwah!), should you choose to leave for America (mwah!) once more. I won't have anyone to connect to the same way I do with you." She chuckles between kisses. "Be honest with me. Do you really think that any other man, let alone any WHITE man, would be comfortable with the things I say?"
"I suppose not." you chuckle, kissing her Indian nose.
"And...besides," Satya continues, holding your hand up to her stomach, "if things work out as I hope they do after the buckets of cum you put in me, I really hope that there will be another reason for you to stay here, not just myself."
Your jaw drops slightly as Satya rests her head into your neck, a chill running through your body as she kisses that portion of your body. The shock wears off surprisingly quick, with a smile forming on your lips. "Geez, Satya," you laugh, holding her close, "you could have told me you wanted a baby with me!"
"I was sort of hoping to work it into the play," she admits, "but as you can tell, I got a bit carried away with it. But...really, I do not want to force you to stay, even if it means having your child, but I know in my heart I would miss what we have together."
"Satya..." you sigh. "I don't need a bun in your oven keeping me from going home! I want to stay with you. But...maybe we can occasionally travel to the states and visit my family."
"A little world traveling?" Satya says, tapping her chin. "I suppose it would be a nice change of pace from the hum-drums of Vishkar. But I will admit, I am glad to hear you will be staying with me."
"Anything for my curry cutie." you laugh, pecking her nose before your evening ends with you both planting your lips onto one another.