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The Roshan Files is a series of Indian sex stories written by yours
truly, Roshan Raj. To keep things interesting, the stories will all be
about different people and from different points of view. Some will be
from the point of view of a white male with an indian woman. Others
will be from the point of view of an indian man with an indian woman.
Some from an indian woman with an indian man. From a white woman with
an indian man. A white woman with an indian woman...whatever and
whoever. I'll post as I write, and I don't promise any schedules. Just
one thing...e-mail me with your thoughts, and most importantly, your
own stories. And please, NO Indian incest stories. Please.

Also, all the stories I will be posting are based on true events. Of
course, this is fiction, but all the events taking place in the
stories involve real people in real relationships...just the details
are fiction (with changed names...sometimes!) How? Well, myself being
an Indian, I know very many Indians. And I know about their
boyfriends, girlfriends, of sexual flings, etc. I don't know all the
details, or if all the rumors about a particular person or persons are
true, but I let my imagination run wild and the results are these
stories.

Enjoy. 

RoshanRaj 
Roshanrajsx@excite.com

Her Indian Lover

Marianne was surprised.  When Arun walked into her office, he
wasn’t the man she was expecting.  She’d heard about him,
the tall, Indian manager who’d been hand picked by the execs to
head the new division, but no one had ever told her about how handsome
he was, or how charming.

He introduced himself as Arun, a name which Marianne figured
wasn’t too difficult to pronounce.  He had smooth, clean
features, with large eyes, a small nose, and a cute smile.  He had
salt and pepper colored hair, more salt than pepper, and he was
sharply dressed, in black slacks and a stretch button down dress
shirt.  A Tag-Heuer watch graced his wrist, and a jewel-studded ring
on each hand indicated that he was definitely rich, and possibly
married.  He looked to be in his early to mid-forties, at most ten
years older than her.

“Well, I guess since you’re the Assistant Director of
Marketing we’ll be working pretty closely together,” he
said after introductions.

“Yes.  Mark,” who was her boss, “said I’d be
our division’s liaison with yours.”

“Excellent.  By the way, a few of us are going out to lunch
today, would you care to join us.”

Marianne certainly did, and after Arun left, she found herself
counting down the hours until lunch.

She wasn’t sure why she was so excited.  True, he was
good-looking, but Marianne had no problem attracting good-looking men.
 She herself was beautiful, 5’4”, with shoulder length
blonde hair and great features.  She wasn’t slim, but was
extremely shapely, and certainly not big.  She had some more weight in
her ass than some women her size, but she knew men loved what she had
back there, it being thick and firm.  And her skin was flawless, pale
and white.  She was well bred, coming from a wealthy,
Philadelphia-elite family.

As to why she wasn’t married?  Marianne herself didn’t
know.  She had been engaged once, briefly, but Tom had been too
focused on his career and not on her or a potential family. 
They’d gone their separate ways when she was 25, and now, eleven
years later, she was still single, though she’d had a series of
boyfriends and lovers since then.

At lunch, Arun was charming as ever.  But he didn’t talk too
much, or smile all that much either.  When he spoke to her, Marianne
felt as if he were actually speaking to her about something
meaningful, not making light conversation just for the sake of doing
so.  And when he smiled, she knew it was genuine, not the usual,
between-colleagues smiles thrown around offices across America.  And
his looks…God.  The few Indians Marianne had come across where
from the IT department, most a bit floppy and nerdy.  Even those who
weren’t hadn’t had the polish and poise of Arun.  Arun was
completely different, just so stunning and sexy.

 From that day forward, Marianne couldn’t get Arun out of her
mind.  Though she never made her attraction obvious, she found herself
stopping by his office just to say “hi” often.  For his
part, though Marianne was never sure of his intentions, he would ask
her out to lunch on occasion, and he was always genuinely friendly. 
Luckily he wasn’t married.  Had never had been, though he
alluded to the fact that he might have come close to it at one point
in his life.  Marianne told him about Tom, and he nodded knowingly. 
Marianne felt she’d found a kindred soul.

About three months after their initial meeting, they were both being
flown out to New Jersey for a business conference.  It was in
Princeton, a beautiful area.  The company put them and their group in
the most posh hotel in town, one with two huge indoor pools and
fitness facilities.

The first day was settling in, the second all business, but the third
was a Saturday, and meetings occupied only half the morning.  Marianne
found Arun, who told her a group of them were heading out to lunch,
and then golfing, and asked if she cared to come along.  Of course she
said yes.

She soon became disconcerted by a young woman named Heather, just 22,
who kept staring at Arun.  She was petite and blonde, the type who
always go after upper management.  Heather somehow managed to get
beside Arun constantly, and was always occupying his time.

And so Marianne found herself competing with Heather, vying for
Arun’s attention.  He seemed oblivious to the competition, but
Heather more than noticed, and decided it was an all out battle.  She
went from flirting to touching, her hand always on Arun’s arm. 
And then during golfing, after someone made a joke about
Heather’s rather poor golfing skills, Heather turned it around
by asking for Arun’s help, and Marianne found herself watching
Arun standing behind Heather with his arms around her, holding her
hands and helping her swing the club.

After golf the entire business conference was to go out dancing, but
Arun had mentioned that he wouldn’t be going, as he would be
giving an address to the conference in the morning, and didn’t
want to tire himself.  Marianne overheard Heather telling Arun she
didn’t feel like going herself, and then heard him asking her if
he wanted to grab dinner.  Heather had agreed in a split-second, and
then shot Marianne a triumphant look.

Marianne felt a burning inside of her.  That little tramp was going to
bed the man she’d been craving for months.  And though Arun
acted as if he hadn’t noticed all of Heather’s
come-on’s, he naturally had, and was taking her up on where they
led.  And then Marianne had to wonder why, even though they’d
known each other for three months, Arun had never once asked her out
to dinner.

Marianne found herself in her room, lying on her bed, sad.  Bill, one
of her co-workers, stopped by and asked her if she was going out with
the rest of the crew, but she said no, and even though he protested,
since he had a thing for her, she declined, saying the time spent in
the sun golfing had tired her out.

Around dinnertime Marianne grew hungry, and headed to one of the
hotel’s restaurants.  As she was walking there she saw Arun and
Heather heading towards the exit to the hotel, dressed nicely,
obviously on their way to dinner.  Heather caught her eye, and decided
to be rub the situation into Marianne’s face.  "Marianne,”
she called.

Marianne had to stop, as it would have been too obvious that she was
ignoring them otherwise.  She turned, slowly, and Heather and Arun
came over.  “Aren’t you headed out with the others,”
Heather asked.  And before Marianne could answer Heather said,
“Arun and I are going out to dinner.  We didn’t feel like
going out with the others, especially since he has his big speech
tomorrow.”  Heather looked up at Arun admiringly.

“So, you’re just eating alone,” Arun asked Marianne.

She was so embarrassed.  “Yeah.  Everyone else went out.”

“Oh, well, if you wanted—“ Arun began to say, but
Heather interrupted him.

“Oh, there’s our taxi.  We better go. Bye!”  She
grabbed Arun’s arm and pulled him towards the door.  Marianne
watched, and then, determined she wouldn’t let it get to her,
went to eat.

She ate silently, slowly, and still only finished half her dinner. 
The restaurant was pretty empty, and it depressed her further.  Though
if it had been full of happy people, it might have been worse. 
Afterwards she went for a walk across the hotel grounds, which was
lined with walkways and trees.  But after a while it felt horrible
being out in that beauty alone, and she thought of Arun and Heather
together, and went inside.

Back in her room she got dressed for bed.  She usually wore little,
just a small night shift with nothing underneath.  She turned on the
TV and flipped through nothing, and then tried to sleep.  It was ten
o’clock by then, and Marianne imagined Arun and Heather had
returned.  They were probably in her room now.

Marianne tossed and turned, thinking of Arun and Heather
together…it just wasn’t right!  She’d known him
first.  Why hadn’t he wanted her, when he’d had access to
her all these months?  What made it worse was that she’d
accidentally been given a room with a queen-sized bed, and all the
empty space next to her became a kick in the ribs.  Her thinking was
suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.  Arun, she thought.  Even
though Marianne knew it was a foolish thought, she hurriedly put a
robe on and went to the door.

It wasn’t him though.  It was Bill, drunk and smiling. 
“Hey you.  I thought I’d check up on you.  I was missing
you and came back to get you.”  He reeked of alcohol. 
He’d always been after Marianne, often blatantly staring at her,
and though she’d always been nice but never friendly, he’d
never gotten the hint.  She eventually got him to leave after many,
“No, I’m really sleepy” ‘s, and he left
disappointed.

Marianne was in bed for another ten minutes before the knock at the
door came again.  She thought of not answering it, pretending she was
asleep, but it came again, and she figured Bill would never go away
unless she set him straight once and for all.

She opened the door, this time ready to give it to him, when she
stopped short.  It was Arun.

“Oh. Hi,” she said.

“You’re sleeping?  Sorry to wake you.”  Normally,
being the polite Arun he was, he would have left, but for some reason
he didn’t, or even make an attempt to do so.  “Can I come
in,” he asked.

“Uh, yeah.” Marianne let him in, closing the door behind
him.  I must look horrible, she thought.  Half dressed, in a hastily
pulled on robe, her hair a mess from lying down.  She cursed her luck.
 “What are you doing here?  I thought you’d be with
Heather.”

“No, no,” he said.  He sat down on her bed and looked at
her.  He looked gorgeous, dressed in a suit, even though sitting he
was still tall enough to look at her eye-to-eye.  “I wanted to
see you.”

She didn’t know what to say.  Why?  For work?  “Do you
need current numbers for your speech tomorrow?  If you do, I can page
Eric.  He –“

“Not for that,” he said, laughing, and then smoothly
pulled her too him.  In a moment their lips were locked, and Marianne
found herself doing what she’d been dreaming about for so long. 
Arun was a slow, passionate kisser, and Marianne sunk into the kiss. 
She didn’t even realize herself literally sinking into him,
slowly falling over onto him until a long time into the kiss.  When
she did so she didn’t care, pulling him closer to her.  Finally
the kiss broke.

Arun rolled Marianne over onto her back beside him, and then sitting
up on one elbow, looked down at her.  He brushed her light hair out of
her face, then ran a brown finger down the side of her white cheek. 
He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers again, letting his hand
slide down to one of her ample breasts.  He squeezed it through her
robe and shift, massaging it.  He continued to fondle her tit as he
kissed his way from her lips, across her face, and then down to her
neck, which he began to lick with his tongue.  Marianne moaned.  Her
neck was one of her erogenous zones, and Arun had found it.  As she
responded he squeezed her breast tighter and licked more ferociously,
moving up to under her ear.  Then he licked his way back down.  His
hands moved down to her robe, which he pulled away, so that her
breasts were now open to him.  Still licking her neck, he worked his
way down, kissing her through her shift until he reached her left tit.
 He began to suck on the nipple through the cloth while his left hand
massaged her right tit, squeezing it.  Marianne was in ecstasy just
from this, and didn’t want it to end.  Her breasts were
hypersensitive, and even through the thin cloth, Arun was driving her
wild.

Somehow, without Marianne realizing it, Arun slowly undressed her. 
She found herself naked with him half-so, his jacket and tie off, his
shirt on the floor, and his hands undoing his belt.  She reached down
and undid them for him, then undid his pants.  She kissed his brown
chest as she freed his dick, which came out hard and long.  It sprang
out, slapping against her wrist, and the weight caught her off guard. 
Looking down, she saw the most beautiful penis she’s ever laid
eyes on.  It was long and dark, almost black.  She guessed it was
eight inches long, but it could have been longer.  It wasn’t
fat, and she was glad for it.  She hated being stretched too wide.

Once Arun was completely naked too, they both moved up the bed, their
heads on the pillows.  The held each other close and kissed each
other, running their hands over their bodies.  Arun was skillful,
knowing exactly where to touch her, his hands running over her fleshy
arms and back and ass.  His mammoth dick was pressed between them, and
as Marianne squeezed his thin butt cheeks, she knew his dick would
feel so wonderful sliding into her.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Marianne told him.

He smiled, bringing a hand up to her breast.  He really liked them,
and she could understand why.  They had always been large C’s,
but in recent years had become D’s.  Fat and round and full,
with huge areolas and small nipples, they were certainly something. 
Marianne watched his large, dark hand squeezing her white flesh, and
she felt herself getting wetter.

Arun bent over and began licking and sucking her breast.  He laid her
on her back, and then squeezed her tits together.  Now on top of her,
he licked and sucked her fat mammaries, squeezing and pinching them as
he did so.  He really knew how to work his mouth, not just licking the
nipples, but the entire breast, all around the side and down
underneath them.

And then Arun was kissing his way down her flat stomach, licking and
kissing the soft flesh there.  His hands were still on her breasts,
and his tongue snaked into her belly button.  This excited Marianne to
no end, and she began to moan.  Her pussy needed attention, and she
spread her legs wide.  Arun began his descent to her crotch, and
Marianne pressed her hips forward, trying to get him to touch her
aching cunt.

She had her eyes closed, but sensed him down there.  She could feel
his breath across her pussy, and her body quivered.  Then she felt him
kissing her inner thigh, so close and yet so far.  He licked the skin,
and slowly traced his way inward.  When he finally touched her pussy,
her body gave a slight convulsion, and then orgasm was upon her, and
her body shook more.  It was a light orgasm, but wonderful, and as it
spread over her Arun began to probe deeper, his tongue snaking in
between her white pussy lips.  Arun pressed his face against her
crotch, his nose in her blonde pubic hair, his tongue going deeper
into her pink slit.  A long, thin finger came up and slid into her,
and she moaned louder.  And then the finger was at her clit, and
Marianne lost her sense of time or direction, only knowing how
incredible it felt to have this Indian man pleasuring her.  Arun
licked her with long, wet strokes now.  Her pussy was overflowing with
juices, and Arun seemed to love it, lapping it all up while
stimulating her clitoris.  Marianne came again, and slowly Arun backed
away, kissing outwards along the other thigh, and then sitting up.

Marianne opened her eyes and saw Arun kneeling there in front of her. 
She’d just been eaten like no man had done so before. 
Arun’s long Indian cock was waving there before her white body,
and Marianne knew what should be done.

She sat up, smiling up at him.  His face had her pussy juice all over
it, and she came up and licked it off him.  She didn’t need to
tell him how great he had been.  He knew.  “It’s my turn
now,” she said.  Marianne had Arun lay back on her bed, and
then, kissing him, licked her way down his body, down his flat, brown
chest and stomach.  His chest hair was sparse, but evenly distributed.
 But it wasn’t thick, and Marianne loved licking him, down his
chest and stomach, until she came to his penis.

Marianne studied it.  It was long and thin and hard.  She had thought
eight inches before, but now she thought it might be even more.  She
put her white hand around the dark shaft, and realized it wasn’t
as thin as she’d thought; the length made it look thin.  It was
in fact thicker than usual, but not too thick, and Marianne’s
hand fit perfectly around it.  He was uncut, with the foreskin
covering half the pink head.  “It’s so cute,” she
said. “Your cock is so dark, but the head is pink!”

“All Indian men are like that,” Arun told her.  “At
least that I’ve seen.”

Marianne was fascinated, and slowly pulled back the foreskin to reveal
his soft glans.  Her tongue snaked out and licked it, and then she
took the head into her mouth.  It tasted more delicious than she could
have imagined.  Somehow, it didn’t just taste like cock; it
tasted special, even though it was no different than any other dick
taste.  Marianne opened her mouth wider, and swallowed more of
Arun’s long, Indian shaft, the dark brown cock disappearing into
her white face.  “Mmmmmm,” she moaned.

She sucked the top half while stroking the bottom half, and Arun told
her how great it felt.  She was salivating wildly, and pumped her face
up and down on his manhood.  She loved having his dick filling her
mouth, she loved having it in her hand, and most importantly, she
loved having him as hers.  She thrust up and down on his cock, wanting
to pleasure him as much as possible.  Her saliva made a perfect track
for her mouth, and she bobbed up and down on it for quite a while.

Then she slowly removed her face, and began licking the entire length.
 She licked her way down to his ultra-dark nuts, which she coated with
her saliva.  They weren’t too hairy, and she took them into her
mouth one at a time, rolling them around.  She looked up at Arun as
she did so, and saw him watching her.  She loved it.

Then Arun was sitting up.  He pulled her to him so that their bodies
were pressed together as they sat, his legs snaking around her, hers
around his.  Then Arun got a twinkle in his eyes, and he told her to
turn so that instead of them facing the front and end of the bed, they
were facing its side.  Now the size of the queen-sized bed came in
handy, because otherwise their feet would have been dangling off the
side.  “Look,” Arun said, and Marianne looked towards the
end of the bed, to the dresser…and to the mirror.  There they
were, her white body and his brown one, wrapped together, arms and
legs in embrace.

“We look so incredible,” she said.

“Yes.  As if it were meant to be,” he added.

She looked at him, deep into his brown eyes, and knew it was true.  He
lifted her up with one hand on her white ass, then positioned his cock
by her slit.  She was soaking wet, and when he let go she let her
weight ease her down on his prick.

Marianne was in Heaven, feeling that long Indian dick sliding into her
white pussy.  She was so wet; she fit almost his entire dick into her
on that one slide.  He was too big though, and after adjusting a bit,
let the rest of him slide into her as her body descended further. 
Then she felt it, pleasure like never before.  Parts of her were being
touched that she hadn’t even known she had.  “Ahh!”
she exclaimed.  And then orgasm was upon her again, and her body began
to shake.  Harder this time, and deeper, an orgasm that seemed to go
straight into her.  It filled her, and then slowly faded.

Arun hadn’t moved during her orgasm, just held her up as her
strength had fled her.  Now as she came to, she looked at him, then
down, at the union of their bodies, where his brown flesh met her
white one.  Her pussy lips where spread wide, and the base of his
brown shaft protruded from them.  And then they were looking into each
other’s eyes and humping each other, thrusting their hips
against each other’s.  Marianne’s big white tits flopped
up and down, occasionally slapping against his chest.  His greatness
filled her, and she held onto his slim body as he held on to her
meatier one.  They fucked hard, both experiencing things they’d
never experienced with anyone before.  As Arun and Marianne fucked,
they became one, and lost all sense of everything else in the world. 
Only the other person existed, and after a while, it was difficult to
distinguish whether there were two people, or just two halves of one.

Arun’s cock was moving in and out to the rhythm of her up and
down movements, and soon Arun was groaning loudly.  Marianne’s
pussy juice had flown down from her and had coated his shaft, which
was sliding in and out easily, enhancing Arun’s pleasure. 
“Ahh! Ahh!” he said loudly. “Yeah.  Oh, your pussy
feels so good Marianne!”  And then Arun was cumming, his hot
seed spraying into her.  Marianne felt him cum, felt his cock grow
fatter, and then the head grow bulbous with each spurt of semen.  She
felt the hot cum filling her, and then she came again too. 
“Oooohhh,” she cooed, pleasure taking her.  Her body
quivered again, and Arun pulled her too him as they experienced their
simultaneous orgasms.

When it was eventually over, they fell sideways onto the bed, still
locked together.  Arun’s cock didn’t go completely soft,
and he remained inside of her.  They kissed and fondled each other,
looking into each other’s eyes.  Finally a thought occurred to
Marianne.

“Why didn’t you stay with her,” she asked.

Arun laughed.  “I didn’t want her.”

“But she’s so young and pretty.”

“I don’t want a girl.  I want a woman.  And you are more
ravishing than she could ever be.”

Marianne knew he spoke from his heart, and she came even closer to
him, her big breasts pressed hard between them.  Marianne knew this
was the start of something great, something that she’d wanted
all her life but had never been able to find.  Content, she fell
asleep with Arun inside of her, kissing her.

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