Everyone in this story is of the legal age limit. This story is pure fantasy and in no way a true representation of real life. It is not intended to offend, though it might. Please remember: It's all fantasy! Any and all feedback is much welcomed; please feel free to e-mail me any thoughts you may have.
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Karl went into his house and was greeted by his two Indian teens
"Dad!" they said in unison.
"Ah, nice, you're getting used to it now."
They smiled and nodded proudly.
"Dad," said his son, "Dad, that Indian man came to pick up the last of his stuff, he tried getting mouthy with me but I reminded him who my dad is."
"Good boy," Karl scuffled his hair. "Let him know."
"I like it so much better with you here, Dad," added his daughter.
"Thanks, both of you, now go back to your rooms."
They rushed away to their rooms.
Rena, wearing a salwar dress, came walking to her man.
"Hello, how was your day." She put her arms around her broad neck and kissed him on the lips.
"Hard, but all worth it when I come home." He looked down at his cock and grinned, "Speaking of hard."
"Ohh," she put her hand on his bulge, "Come, I'll take care of it."
She led him to the bedroom, he sat on the bed, took his clothes off, she pulled her hair back and began sucking his big, boiling white cock. He stretched his arms and legs, feeling the tingle all over his shaven body. Karl knew then that his friend Trevor was right: this was so the right choice of woman for him.
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It all started at the gym his friend Trevor had recently purchased and refurbished. The mood of the place was evident before he even stepped foot inside. Coming out before he went in was a couple. The woman was slender, long-legged, dark brown beauty of a woman, wearing a tight white vest and clinging track pants. The man was much like Karl, tall, white, good body. There were walking arm in arm, big smiles on both their faces.
"Paul?" she asked in an Indian accent.
"Yes." He said with his hand placed on her tight Indian buns.
"My house is just over there; would you like dinner before we make love?"
"Yes, please, that would be great."
After stepping inside, Karl saw that it was a nice facility, all the latest equipment, plenty of room and plenty of weights. It didn't feel manufactured nor had the taste of a corporation around it, this gym felt very homely. It was a modern, western building with a little Indian decor mixed in.
Karl went to the nearby changing rooms to get ready. All the guys there, again, all like Karl himself, white men with good bodies, all surprisingly polite – and all of them walking around nude and looking very comfortable about it. As odd as it may seem, Karl was feeling quite good in his new surroundings.
"New guy? Good to have you here, mate," said a man who looked to be about 60 but had good body tone and definition.
"Yeah, thank you."
"Great place this, I'm sure you'll love it, fucking love it, hee-hee."
Karl smiled and nodded. While changing, the conversations around the room made for interesting hearing.
"So Amandeep told me her parents were coming over, I asked her if we should be having sex that evening, she looked at me if I was nuts! She told me we had to, let them know we got a great sex life, be proud. So I meet them, her mom's nice but her dad's a dick, kept muttering stuff under his breath, not happy to be there at all. So, well anyway, we do our usual thing, real loud as normal. Next morning, her dad makes a smarky comment about his daughter's moans, I grab the fucker and tell him no one speaks of my woman like that in my house, kick the guy out. And that's not all: Aman's mom talks to her daughter about what she heard, admits she's proud and says she herself wants a change! So I ring Pete, you know him, that shopkeeper, nice guy. I hook him up with Aman's Mom, they do the date at his place and Aman's Mom still there: it's been three days. She rung us and told us she loves him and never been happier, all thanks to us."
"She said when she felt this inside her *holding cock* she said she knew what real sex was like. I told her husband, 'now she's had this, she's not settling for less, so hit the bricks like she always wanted you to.'"
"So I was chilling back, relaxing, then Arti walked right by me in these tiny fucking shorts, her little brown butt so fine. I told her straight; 'hey, if you're going to dress like that in my house, take your clothes off and get in that bedroom – now' guess what? She smiled and let me get down on her all night ~. I told her I'm not responsible for my actions if she dresses so sexy infront of me, so guess what she does? Wears only tank-tops and shorts around me, hmm I love that woman!"
"I love it when my Indian woman cops me some attitude, love it! I told my woman to go to the bedroom, she told me to "work for it", man I grabbed her and just threw her on the bed, clothes off, pussy plowed, bed shattered, she loves that kinda sex, can't get enough of it, last week she wore little white lingerie when I came home, man I just turned red, the sex that night, oh boy, her everything was sore that morning!"
"So I see this hot Indian woman on the beach, sexy, sexy body, but her husband was such an a-hole, shouting, telling her to cover up. So I approach her, flirt with her, heavy, tell that man to fuck off, then walked off with her and fucked her all night. You know who she is now? My wife. She said it was so liberating for her and her friends, picking the kind of men they really want. Being on top of her feels so natural."
"Such a state when I came in, kids running the house. I'd see enough, I told her to get her kit off, get in the bedroom, told those kids to shut it, do their chores, afterwards I went in, fucked their Indian mom so hard, left the door a little open so they could hear, after I was done they were perfect angels."
Also inside were some Indian teens that referred to the white men as "dad".
"I told her 'Mom, put on the tight dress, show them some cleavage, some leg, the butt will look great, toss that wedding ring away! parents evening is the best place for Indian mothers to find white husbands,' I told her this and later that night that man standing over there, my father, took her and made her his woman, he's not left the house since."
"My white dad, who was just a neighbour back then, was invited over for dinner after he made Indian dad go away. After eating my mom sent me outside, to your house remember? Well before I left I saw her doing a strip dance, tearing off her Indian dress and dancing sexually in her white bra and thong! When I came home in the morning the street was talking about how loud their fucking was, lots of Indian moms were approaching me and asking me about my new white dad."
An Indian teen handed a set of pictures to the old white man Karl had seen earlier.
"Here you go Grandpa, the pictures you wanted."
"The pictures of your mum? Good lad. Oh she picked a nice dress, nice. I'll show this to my single white friends, they gonna be all over her, I'll pick the best man, I promise that. Hey that Indian dad of yours say anything, let me know, he won't do nothing with my protection on ya. And what's with the grandpa stuff? I got an Indian wife same age as your mum and a son same age as you, hahaha, no it's fine, I'm just kidding, I'm old and I know it."
Just then, Trevor, the owner of the gym, mid-40's, 6'3, well-built, short brown hair, dressed only in his shorts, walked in, waving and nodding to everyone.
"Hi Karl." He said with a firm handshake.
"Hello Trevor, great work you done with this place."
"Thank you, thank you...so you going to hit the weights?"
"Yeah, only a couple today."
"Well, friendly advice here: lose the shirt. oh and we got a no shoes policy here."
"Huh?"
"Trust me, trust me. You'll thank me later," he said with a big grin.
"Well...Ok."
"Gotta get going, see ya."
Karl walked into the gym in just his shorts. He stood there, his bare feet on the brown rug. As soon as he went in he found himself almost drowning in a sea of hot spicy Indian women. They walked around the gym sweaty, giggly, excited. many of the Indian women were canoodling with their white men, not in a loud, obnoxious way as most public displays of affection are, oh no, the union of a white man and Indian woman in these confines was nothing but just and respectful. A white/Indian kiss was a public display of pride, met with smiles and polite nods, no one jealous, no envy because they all knew what they'd be getting what they want when they leave: spicy Indian pussy, big white cock. Karl knew this was no ordinary gym: it was a place of meeting for white men and Indian women. Karl felt his attire was suited to the occasion, it felt so natural to him, being so unclothed infront of these woman,
Karl fit right in, what with his solid, lightly toned 210 body and 6'4 frame. He was a tough looking, ruggedly handsome kinda guy, in his early 50's, with trim black hair and hazel eyes.
He'd never been around so many tasty, spicy Indian women before – nor had he ever tasted their delight. He intended to test the stories his new gym-friends had told him, all them either with Indian girlfriends or wives. They told him about the Indian women's attitude to sex, their willingness to please the man and their all-important hungering for white cock, that strong want of a powerful, proud white man to be their man and take his rightful place on top of the Indian woman (figuratively and actually).
The place appealed to Karl's inner most senses, from the smell of white-hot sweat and flowery pink-rose. He took a peek into the yoga studio, this only increased his temperature: the tight supple mocha-skinned women getting their bodies limber for the pleasure of their white masters.
After finishing his set of weights, he saw a woman that immediately caught his attention. She had dusky brown skin, long dark hair, a toned yet womanly figure, around 5'7, long sexy legs, peachy breasts and a round, well toned ass, wearing a white vest and black trackpants –and she didn't have a white man in her vicinity. He found his prey.
"Hello, hello."
She turned and smiled. "Oh, um, hello," she said with an Indian accent.
"Was just noticing you over there, thought I'd say hi. My name's Karl by the way."
"I'm Rena. How are you?" Rena held her hands on her hips, amazed at the white specimen in front of her.
"I'm great, couldn't be better. This your first time? Same with me."
"Y-Yes, my friend recommended I come here, she said it was just what I needed."
