Asha

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Asha moaned as she licked and slobbered on her boyfriend's fat, white cock. His hands melted into her hair, massaging her scalp as he silently begged her to continue, the moan spilling from his lips in an incoherent plea for her attention. She grinned, wiping her tongue up and down his length, licking and sucking at the sensitive underside of his cock as she revelled in her worship. She had never pictured herself as the type to fall in love with white dick, but here she was worshipping at her boyfriend's big white cock and balls. And she couldn't be happier.

An Indian girl in Canada, raised in a household trying so desperately to cling to its Indian roots in a country that shared nothing real with the land in which her parents were born. Hell, Asha was technically also born in Kolkata (formerly known as Calcutta), but her parents moved to Toronto when she was only 5 years old and her older brother 7, and they only went back every 2-3 years, so she didn't really consider herself very Indian. She grew up with Hello Kitty and Spongebob SquarePants, despite her parents' best efforts to keep her "indian", whatever that meant. She was a product of the GTA, for all the benefits and disadvantages that entailed. She grew up in public schools, with additional math homework and tutoring every night, as her parents sought to train a "proper indian woman" in the western world. Her parents were still stuck in a mental snapshopt of Kolkata from the 1990s, not raising a young girl in a new world that had very different opinions on what girls could do. What they did create was a confused young woman who would and could completely change her personalities and speech to account for which audience / friend group she was with. She was more comfortable in a matching sweater and sweat-pants then a Sari, going to school with her multicultural friends then being around just other Indians, but could act well enough to at least appease her parents and fool her family in India into thinking she was a good kid. Suckers...

To that point, her parents did not like that she had non-indian friends. Oh sure, they had no problems with the Chinese-Canadian girl Lily Lee, or even any real problem beyond the political posturing with her Pakistani friend Aisha. While India itself might have awkward relations with their respective countries of origin, both of the girls were polite and respectful enough, and both from cultures that valued the same hard work and good grades that her parents did. No, her parents specifically did not like her hanging out with the white kids. Too much "casualness" and "lack of drive or discipline" or something like that. It wasn't that they hated white people, hell they had moved to Canada. No, they just didn't think white people to be as motivated or capable as themselves, more focused on pleasure and "living well" then being successful. All her life, Asha was told to prioritize her school and her family, that nothing was more important then them. But Hunter? Hunter made her feel like SHE was the most important thing in the world, not disappointing your parents or neighbours or whatever bullshit her parents were constantly telling her. He made her feel alive, wanted, needed in a way she never saw any of the women in her life as needed by their husbands. Hunter made her feel like a woman, not an appliance or a piece of furniture. Was that so bad to want?

Hunter's hands wove themselves back through her thick brown locks as he gently tried to steer her head to go back to work.

"Good Girl." He praised her, hips subtly thrusting and shifting to try to get her mouth back on the head of his cock. "Don't stop. Don't tease me now."

"Mmmmmmm, yes Sahib." She grinned up at Hunter, letting her tongue run a circle around the flare of his cockhead before sucking him back into her mouth. This caused him to groan in satisfaction, even as his head fell back, causing him to miss the cheeky grin on her face as she revelled in her sexual prowess. She loved this, the mix of the power she got from holding him in her mouth, and the thrill she got at being so completely submissive to him. She loved the way her brown skin contrasted with his, her Indian roots clashing with his Irish ones to create a tapestry of love, choosing each other, and kinky dirty sex. She also loved the taste of his balls and cock, as she licked and worshipped at the hot, meaty pole that had become so central to her life as of late.

Growing up, Asha had been pushed towards certain beliefs. Many people are, knowingly or unknowingly, by those in positions of power or authority. Teachers push certain ways of thinking, parents push certain behaviours or ideals, friends encourage certain habits, etc. Family, however, is probably the most influential of these factors.

Coming from the family she did, she had always been taught to hate what the White Man had done to them. Well, not them specifically, but their ancestors. Asha came from a lineage that could trace its roots back to the ancient Raj's of India, or at least to their courts. Over 200 years later, her family still held pride in their reputation as regional rulers, influencers, and members of the Raja's courts, not that it had done them any good today. All it had really given them was their pride, and a refusal to settle for anything less then the best, even if that only seemed to hurt them. That pride meant that they had often refused to work with certain people, settle for lesser options, or just refuse to accept help and better deals for working for people that their parents deemed "below their station". This infuriated Asha, who felt that they let their pride get in the way of their ability to move forward, that they could have been better off had they simply just accepted help, even if just from their community, then try to stand against the storm on their own. Hell, Asha would have been shunned if her parents found out that she was getting tutoring from a girl named Britney, even if it was because Asha was struggling with Biology...

Hunter had not asked for this; the raceplay, the words of praise and submission, the almost fanatical devotion to their relationship. Sure, he loved Asha's worship of him! What man wouldn't? He adored the submission on her face, the glee she got from doing as he commanded. What kind of Dom would he be if that didn't arouse him? No, the part he wasn't entirely sure if he was comfortable with was the raceplay. See, Asha loved the idea of Hunter conquering her like some Victorian era soldier, calling herself his "Bibi" and him "Sahib." Hunter had looked it up once, out of curiosity at her original insistence on those titles. He had originally assumed it was a language thing, a reclaiming of her sexuality from the repression of her people and her youth, to which he was not entirely wrong. Apparently, a Bibi was the term for the servant and/or sexual mistress of a British officer in India back during the 1700s and into the early colonial period. She ran his house, his other servants, his businesses, was his wife in all but legal documentation. In reality, she was a sexual servant, a glorified mistress who would be shunned from her community for her association with him.

Racial aspects aside, the idea did not come without merit to Hunter. Submission, service, sexual service, and worship were all aspects of BDSM that he enjoyed as a Dom. He did not have anything against the relationship idea as a whole, especially knowing that Asha enjoyed it as an escape from her sexually repressive upbringing, giving herself so wholly to pleasure as a form of rebuttal against that mental conditioning. What he hadn't been prepared for, or entirely sure he was comfortable with, was the racial elements she had introduced. To be honest, he didn't even mind using the titles of Bibi and Sahib, lending himself to whatever fantasies she was cooking up and internalized walls she was breaking down. What Hunter wasn't sure about was the way that Asha talked about herself in the context of this relationship.
"Use me," She gasped, in between licking on his cock. "Use me, Sahib!"

Asha first met Hunter in her university accounting class. He was the only other one she ever really had to fight for room in the front row of class, and the two formed some sort of uneasy camaraderie in their first few weeks of classes together. Neither really talked to each other, neither really tried. They didn't have to, it was like the silent respect between fellow nerds to save each other's seats.

It was about a month into their second semester when their first year tax professor put them in the same group of 4 for a project, lazily deciding who would work with who based on the tables that they sat at. It was a lazy way of making groups, to be sure, but it certainly meant that those that put in the effort wound up working together, while those that liked to sit in back and slack off... well, they face the consequences of their actions. Regardless, Asha and Hunter were immediately paired into their group and began working on the problem. It didn't even matter that they had two other strong minds on their team, Hunter and Asha quickly began to tear their assignment apart as they silently competed for each other's recognition of their skill and competence. The assignment that was supposed to be due in two weeks only took two competitive hours of analytics and write-ups, with both Asha and Hunter being slightly sad when they realized the work was already completed. Fortunately, Hunter built up enough courage to ask Asha for a coffee, to "celebrate the record completion of an assignment in a time nobody else could fathom." It was a bullshit reason, and they all knew it, but it worked. Asha agreed to go out for a coffee with Hunter, ostensibly to discuss accounting. Although to the outsider, their conversation was filled with accounting jargon and made no sense, Asha and Hunter spoke in a flirtatious academic code to hide their conversation. It was nerdy, silly, and entirely them.

Hunter's hand wove themselves through her thick, dark hair to turn them into a handle for him as he controlled her entire head. If she wanted him to use her, he would do just that. As he thrust up with this hips, he pulled down on Asha's head, forcing his cock deep into her mouth and throat. The sound that came from it was guttural, lewd, and 100% covered by a deep moan from Asha as she revelled in Hunter's use of her. She loved it when he got like this, using her and taking her for his pleasure, like she is a purely sexual being, devoid of any other pretense or purpose then to make him cum and serve him in the kinds of carnal ways that would get her abandoned by any respectable society. She adored it when he took charge and made her feel like there was never another decision she would have to make. She felt an honest sense of relief when he took charge and took her, not a decision to be made for her except how best to give each other pleasure. She thrilled when him and his cock made thousands of years of her family's history its bitch to him by having her throw out all sense of propriety just to service and worship this man.

However, all thoughts left her mind as Hunter's cock delved deep into her throat, pushing all ability to think away with it. Instead, it was replaced by the primal need for cock, to experience pleasure, to bring pleasure. This went on for another minute or two, Hunter giving her just enough time to breathe between thrusts that she didn't run out of air, but not enough to truly allow her to recover from her mindless state, keeping her in that subspace where there is nothing but the feeling of being used.

Finally though, Hunter pushed her head out of his lap, her mouth still dripping with his precum and her own saliva, as he ordered her on.
"Turn around and ride me." He ordered her, voice dropping to that low, commanding register she thrilled at. "I want to see your ass bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."

Moaning, Asha's knees nearly gave out as she turned around.
"Yes, Sahib. Your Bibi does as you say." She moans, presenting her pert young ass to him even as she lined up his cock with her wanton, waiting hole.

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