Krisha and I met at a dinner party. She was one of those bohemian looking chicks. I thought she’d shown up wearing pajamas, but it turned out it was a new trendy harem style pant. Whatever.
She was a free spirit. She had long brown hair and one of those bar earrings. I was with my girlfriend, Amy, who was the exact opposite of Krisha, so naturally, I was attracted to her.
I went over to say hello.
“I like your look,” I said. “I’m not sure what it is, exactly, but I like it.”
She laughed and we started talking.
“Thanks, man,” she said, extending her hand. I took her hand in mine and noticed she had all sorts of interesting tattoos.
“You’re different,” I said, smiling. “It’s reassuring, here, where basically everyone is the same. Dyed blonde hair. Kate Spade purse, Acura in the driveway.”
“I feel you,” she said with a smirk. “It’s been an adjustment for me. I came from Colorado for work and sometimes I feel like I stand out too much.”
“Nah, fuck ’em,” I said with a wink.
Amy came over and introduced herself and for a split second, I convinced myself Krisha frowned with disappointment at the site of my girlfriend. Here I was, ragging on all these white women dressed exactly the same and then Amy shows up and she’s one of them.
Well, that’s basically how the affair got started. Some photos were posted on Facebook and Krisha was tagged in one, so I friended her. She wrote me a note saying how nice it was to meet someone who appreciated her. I wrote back saying it was really cool to meet someone who was proud to stand out.
We chatted for a while and discovered that we had similar values and that life is short, so do what makes you happy.
“Are you happy with Amy?” She asked.
“Occasionally,” I said. “We’re good together but we fight about the things most people fight about. I love her, but if she ended things tomorrow, I wouldn’t die.”
“Huh,” she said. “Sounds like we could help each other out … if you were interested.”
“Go on …” I wrote.
“I don’t have the desire to be in a romantic relationship at the moment. I’m too busy living my life to be tethered to someone. And I feel like, perhaps, I could help break you out of your little rut, while also getting my selfish needs met.”
“Go on …” I wrote a second time.
“What I’m saying is, let’s fuck.”
While Amy was in the shower, I tossed my wallet out of the window and asked her to help me look for it once she got out.
“It’s not here,” she said.
“Oh shit,” I responded. “I think I left it at the office.”
It was a Friday night. I couldn’t possibly go the whole weekend without it.
“You know, the security guard works late on Friday nights. I’m gonna drive down and see if I can get into my office.”
I knew Amy wouldn’t want to go with me. Not at that point. She’d already showered and put on her PJs.
“Good luck,” she said.
I grabbed my coat, rushed outside, snagged my wallet out of the bushes and leapt into my car.
I arrived at Krisha’s house 10 minutes later and knocked on her door. Another beautiful Chinese woman answered.
“Are you Daniel?”
“Sure am,” I said.
“Come in. Krisha is just getting ready.”
I sat down on the sofa, confused by the roommate who seemed to know all of the information.
Krisha came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her waist, her medium sized breasts exposed. She had a mole on her right breast.
“Hey!” She said, leaning in for a deep kiss.
“Hey back,” I said.
“You can take your pants off or whatever. Get comfortable!”
I glanced to the roommate.
“Don’t mind Monica,” Krisha said. “She likes to watch. Is that okay?”
“Uh,” I said, looking curiously at Monica.
“It’s okay if you’re not. I can leave. But it’s true. I love to watch. You won’t even know I’m here.”
“Unless you’re cumming!” Krisha said.
“Yeah, I masturbate a lot.”
Monica slid out of her harem pants and pulled her white cotton panties to the side and slid a finger into her hairy pussy. She pulled it out and licked the wetness from it.
I stepped out of my pants and dropped my boxers to the floor. My cock sprung out.
Both of their eyes grew wide.
“Big fella,” Monica said with a laugh.
Soon, I was leaning back against the sofa while Krisha sucked my cock. She struggled with my size, occasionally pulling out for a deep breath.
“Not easy, huh?” Monica asked, fingering herself slowly, squeezing her small breasts.
“No,” Krisha said, taking a deep breath and trying again.
“Monica can help if she wants,” I said.
“That’s okay,” Monica said. “Thanks for the invite, but I really just like to watch.”
Krisha took me into her mouth a second time and sucked me to the halfway mark and, finding her rhythm, sucked fast while drooling all over me.
“Good, baby?” She asked.
“Real good,” I responded. “Get on all fours,” I instructed.
Krisha did presenting me with her pussy and asshole.
I got onto my knees behind her and pushed my cock into her.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “God you’re big as FUCK!”
I pushed deeper. You could tell she was wincing in pain and displeasure. I locked eyes with Monica and watched her masturbate. She nodded, happily, as Krisha groaned and cried out.
I pushed my cock all the way inside of her. Her eyes grew wide with pleasure.
“My g-spot!” She screamed. “You’re on my g-spot!”
I pulled out and slammed back into her.
“Keep going! Oh god you’re like my black dildo! I’m going to squirt!”
I kept fucking, harder and harder, pushing myself into her with great effort.
“Here I cum!” She howled.
I sped up, slamming in and out.
“Cumming!” She screamed. “I’m cummmmiiiiiing!”
I pulled out just in time for a torrent of squirt to splash out of her. It coated my pelvis and dripped from my cock onto the hardwood floor.
“Taste it,” I barked out.
Krisha crawled around and licked my cock clean.
“Don’t let any go to waste,” I said.
She leaned down to the floor and licked her squirt puddle into her mouth, lapping it up like a kitten.
“Good girl,” I said.
“Damn this is hot!” Monica shouted. “Can I toss out a request?”
“Yeah,” Krisha and I both said.
“Cum in my hand. I want her to lick it up like a cat. That shit was hot!”
Monica kept masturbating while I put my cock into Krisha’s mouth and pumped away slowly. Krisha gagged and coughed. It got me harder and harder.
“I’m gonna cum,” I announced.
Monica leapt to her feet and ran to me. She held out her hands like a bowl and I came heavily into her hands.
“Fuck, it’s so warm.”
Monica gazed into her palms at my shiny, thick cum and held it out, slowly, for Krisha to slurp up.
When Monica’s hands were empty, she collapsed onto the sofa and nodded with approval.
“That shit was hot.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7bflul/the_bohemian_girl_and_her_chinese_roommate_m_f_f