Indian Gem

So I walked into our local newsagent to pick up a copy of my favourite wank mag "Titty Slags". The shop closes at 7:00pm and it was now 6:45pm which is the best time as the shop isn't busy and Mrs. Singh the owner is getting ready to close. I had just picked up my mag and was headed toward the back of the shop to pay when I see a new Indian girl sitting behind the counter. God, she was gorgeous. Wearing typical indian style clothing she had long, silky black hair that I could tell went halfway down her back. She had big, brown eyes (don't they all) full lips and a dark brown complexion.

Normally it's Mrs. Singh behind the counter and she is an elderly woman so I'm never embarrassed but now with this hottie behind the counter my face was red. I actually thought about putting the mag back and walking out but it was too late she had looked up and was smiling at me.

"Can I help?" she asked in perfect english.

"Just this," I replied, red-faced.

She took the magazine and looked at the cover. Her brown eyes widened and she seemed to take an awful long time looking for the dam price. What must she be thinking of me a 23 year old, 5'10", blonde, white guy buying dirty mags. Finally she found it and I paid with a ten pound note. As she gave me my change she looked at me right in the eyes and smiled.
"Enjoy that," she said.
I couldn't tell if she was flirting or just being a cheeky bitch but just then Mrs. Singh walked in the back door.

"Oh hello, John, how are you?" she asked in her heavy Indian accent.
"Fine, fine, Mrs. Singh," I said still red-faced and wanting to get out of there.
"I see you've met my daughter, Ruby. She's back from college."
"Hello John," said Ruby, almost huskily. She was smiling that kind of smile. The kind of smile that says I know somethng dirty about you. I was so embarrassed standing there with a dirty magazine trying to have a civilised conversation with these two, but Ruby's smile did make my balls twitch. Finally I left and that night while wanking over my new mag all I could think of was Ruby's gorgeous face.

Over the next couple of weeks I got to know Ruby (short for Rubina) a little better. She was studying some shit at some shitty college and was home for the holidays to help out her parents at the shop (don't they all). Everytime I walked into the shop she would give me that smile almost as though she knew I'd just been wanking which was usually true. She always wore those loose Indian style clothing but I could tell she had a nice slim figure, round arse and 34B breasts. Needless to say I never bought a dirty mag when she was in the shop. I fantasised all the time about doing all kinds of nasty shit to her but we were just friends. Then one day it happened.

I was coming home from work and thought I'd buy a mag if Mrs. Singh was in the shop seeing as my old mag was used up, so to speak, and the only pictures left were of ugly fat readers wives. Mrs. Singh wasn't there. It was Ruby. Dammit! Now I was gonna have to wank over those little pictures they have that accompany the letters page.

"Hello John," she said. "You look sad to see me."
"No, no," I said.
"Yes you are."
"Why would I be?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she sighed and walked past me to the font door locking it. "Maybe it's because your desperate to but a dirty mag and are too shy."
Fuck me this was embarrassing. Was she teasing, was she flirting and why did she lock the front door and why was she switching off the light to the front of the shop so that now only the back was illuminated and what about Mrs. Singh?
"You don't have to be embarrassed with me," she breathed as she walked past me. "Do you want me to pick one for you? Here, I bet you've never seen this one."
She picked a mag from the top shelf and went to the front of the shop. I followed.
"Have a look through," she said, smiling a little. "Tell me which girl you like best."

I looked at the magazine she had put down on the counter. It was titled "Indian Sluts". My balls were twitching, my cock was getting hard and I realised I was gonna get laid and it's been a long time since the last time. I flicked through the magazine. Beautiful sexy girls! Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, some outdoors, some indoors, some on the beach, some in lifts, some naked, some wearing bondage gear, all gorgeous. As I was looking through the mag Ruby explained her mum had to do some shopping for some shit or other and that she wouldn't be back for an hour. My heart was pounding. One whole hour to do whatever we wanted. Finally I came across a picture of a young Pakistani girl. Her photoset started off with her being fully dressed in religous type clothing and then each new picture would reveal more and more of her sexy body.
"This one," I said to Ruby. "I like this one the best."
Ruby looked and smiled.
"I bet I know why," she said. "It's because she's got that glassy, vacant look in her eyes. You just know she'll do anything and not even complain once. That's how you want me to be don't you? Well, come on we've only got an hour."
Your dam right that's how I want you to be I thought as she led me upstairs to a small bedroom which had one single bed with a mattress. Nobody actually lived in the upstairs flat and the bedroom was obviously used for storage as there were boxes of stuff everywhere.

She turned around and looked at me with a serious expression on her face.
"Not a word to anyone about this, allright, John," she said her eyes wild.
"All right," I replied.
"I mean it. I come from a respectable family and the shame would just kill my parents."
"All right, allright, you can trust me, Ruby," I said feeling a bit sorry for her.
"Oh, and I don't suck cock!" she said.
Fucking BITCH! I thought and decided there and then I was gonna tell everyone I shagged her.
"Right, take your clothes off," she demanded.

I did as I was told and in a moment I was naked with a half erect penis. She started undressing taking off her top and bra to reveal her brown breasts which had even darker nipples. She then took off her bottoms and knickers to reveal her shapely legs and shaven pussy. She was the same colour all over. A dark brown that reminded me of melting chocolate. To think all this was hidden away in those traditional Indian style clothing.
"Come here," she said.
I walked over to her, my dick fully erect now.
"Kneel," she said. "And smell my pussy."
I knealt and smealt. My head was centimetres away from her pussy and the smell was intoxicating. It made my head spin. I buried my head into her fanny and inhaled deeply. The feel of her skin and the smell of her was amazing. I flicked out my tongue to get a taste of her honey. As soon as my tongue touched her fanny she thrust back and shuddered and let out a little yelp at the same time. It was almost as though my tongue had sent a little electric shock right through her. I've never gone down on a woman before but something inside of me had changed. The beast within had awoken and needed satisfying. Who did she think she was? She won't suck my cock but wants me to lick her out? The beast won't be satisfied until it had made Ruby into that vacant eyed Pakistani girl in the magazine.

I grabbed her firm butt cheeks with both hands, digging my nails into them and pulling her towards me I nuzzled my nose right up into her pussy. She struggled a little trying to get my head out of her pussy by pulling my hair but she lost her balance and fell back on the edge of the bed. As she flopped down her legs opened a little and I forced her legs even wider with both hands on the inside of her thighs pushing down. Why was she resisting? Was she having second thoughts? Was she feeling guilty? Well fuck that she's mine now. I began licking her pussy like a cat lapping milk. None of that slow sensual crap, this was fast and furious. She opened up like a flower and her stuggling ceased as her juices began flowing freely. Now instead of fighting me she was actually pulling me towards her almost as though she wanted my head right up inside of her. Her moaning grew louder and she kept saying something which I couldn't quite catch then I realised she was speaking in her indian language. I wondered if she was going to cum and then I remembered something I had read in a dirty mag once. Instead of lapping away at her fanny I decided to write my name with the tip of my tongue on her clitoris J-O-H-N. After about thirty seconds of this her whole body started shuddering uncontrollably, her breathing quickened and it sounded like she was gasping for air. She was cumming. She arched her back and shoved her pussy even more into my face almost breaking my neck! I carried on licking her pussy until she had calmed down, her pussy juices smeared all over my face.

I stood up and looked at her exhausted, limp body on the bed. It was like I ...

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