Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2013 01:07:07 +0800 (SGT)
From: kumar lingam <k_lingam_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: My American Dick  Chapter 4

My American Dick
By Kumaralingam

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My American Dick  Chapter 4

By Kumaralingam


We must have been tired after the long day and the explosive sex. Because
when I regained senses we were lying just like that in each other's arms.
He was still asleep breathing evenly. The room was dark but some light came
from the open door to the sitting room where some lights had been switched
on when we first entered the suite. I disentangled myself from him as
gently as I could and got up from the bed to pee. But it woke him up.

"Fuck! How long have we been sleeping?" he asked groggily.

I looked at my watch, and said, "It's a quarter to eight, we had better get
dressed and decent otherwise you will be late for your dinner with
Mr. Mahadevan."

I stepped into the bathroom aiming for the commode.

"Shit yes." He replied, getting up and switching on the lights.

I had just started pissing my pint of beer into the pot when he stepped in
with his fat but limp cock bouncing. Like young boys we peed into the pot
together, our streams criss-crossing. I finished first and stepped away to
the sink and switched on the light above it to examine my bruised lip. Dick
finished peeing and came and stood behind me, our eyes met in the mirror.

"I am so sorry I got carried away and bit you, baby... Does it hurt bad?"
he murmured bringing his lips to my ears.

My lips were puffed and swollen from deep kissing but the cut was not so
bad. He kissed the nape of my neck, put his hands on my waist and pressed
his big cut cock to my ass. It felt fantastic. I closed my eyes and pressed
back slightly. His hands travelled up till he reached my boobs and cupped
them. In the mirror our eyes met. I could see his large white hands fondle
my ample brown boobs. My chocolate teats hardened and my large areolas
burst in goose bumps. He sucked in his breath and flicked each nipple with
his long thick index fingers and then pinched them lightly. I shuddered and
pressed my hands over his, throwing back my head to kiss his stubby cheek.

"Oh Baby, you have such sexy boobs," he whispered playing with them.

His cock was hardening fast and radiating heat against my full round
ass. The heat seeped into my ass crack and set it on fire. I pressed back
against his hardening monster. He humped it against my ass crack, expertly
wedging it between my thighs, his cock head fit snugly just under my
balls. We both moaned in unison as I tightened my full thighs around his
hard big knob. He made them wet with his gift of precum. His hands gripped
my boobs tightly and he enveloped my ear with his mouth, dipping his tongue
deep into it.

"Oh baby, I need to fuck you so bad," he whispered.

"I want it also but you don't have the time right now and I am not prepared
for taking that monster inside me right now," I reminded him.

"You are right, but I hate the idea of going out again to dine with
Mahadevan," he complained.

I quickly disengaged myself and pushed him into the shower telling him I
will shower in my bathroom so that we don't start sex again. When I came
out of my shower, I saw that Dick was already dressed and waiting for me in
my room. I had just a towel around my waist so I went to the closet to take
out a pair of shorts and a shirt for myself.  He stared at my body for a
few seconds and then shook his head and turned and told me he shall be back
as soon as possible. He kissed me good bye and left for his dinner
appointment with the client.