English Rose

As an Asian man I get regular glances from women. Not only does my ethnicity mark me out from the crowd but so too my 6ft muscular frame and rugged facial features. I’ve dated both chinese and white women, and having been described as good-looking by both types of women, I very much at ease with the looks of prejudice from strangers and friends alike. 

I crossed the Atlantic to England to attend a university-exchange programme last year. There I shared a flat with a couple of international students, together with an english girl. Sarah was your typical English rose, power-white skin, delicate nose, huge green eyes framed with long lashes, red hair, and a permanent blush. Over the few months together there emerged a growing mutual attraction locked in a nervous tension whenever we were in the same room. Sarah would unconsciously flick her hair one too many times when talking to me, her eyes often straying away in embarrassment whenever I catch them on me. For my part, I would drink the sight of her curvaceous figure. Her ripe breasts often pressed against the fabric of her blouse while her bum would fill up the sheer skirts she was so fond of wearing. Many times, when alone in the kitchen with her, I had to summon up all my will power to stop myself from reaching over to touch her.

We came home late one night from the local pub with the rest of our flatmates. After an hour of banter, one by one they staggered back to their rooms half drunk and incoherent. In a while it was only Sarah and me in the living room. We were slouching on the sofa. The conversation turned banal and pretty soon we were talking about who we thought was the cutest person in the flat. Sarah giggled, her brain soaked in red wine, and in almost a whisper said,

“Actually, I think you’re the cutest…. Oh magawd, I can’t believed I said that!” She burst into another bout of giggles and turned bright red. I leaned towards her,

“Why are you embarrassed? I think you’re the sexiest person in this flat and I’ve been attracted to you for ages”. The wine was kicking in for me as well.

“I’m attracted to you too. And I hate drinking because I sound like a damn school girl when I do”. She looked at me steadily, her breaths becoming shorter, her chest rising up and down faster. I allowed my eyes to flow from her petal-like lips, down to her throat, over those wonderful looking breasts and down into the tight V formation of her legs and groin wrapped in jeans. I felt my cock stiffening. It was now or never. I gently stroked her soft red hair with my hand and leaned over to kiss her. Instead of turning away Sarah let out a deep sigh. Her eyes closed and her lips opened, inviting my tongue in. My hand floated down her head to her shoulder, and finally to her breasts, fondling them over her silk blouse. Her breath on my skin grew warmer as I pressed up close against her revealing my rock hard cock to her dream-like consciousness.

“I think we better go into my room before someone walks in on us” I whispered in her ear. She nodded. I got up and led her to my room. Sitting on my bed she laid her hands on my chest. “This is crazy. We’re flatmates. You think we should do this?”

“It’ll change everything, I know but you know what? I don’t really care right now. My hormones have taken over my brain”, I grin at her. She smiled. “You’re so damn fucking nonchalant”.

I kissed her hungrily. My hands slipped under her blouse and rose up her sides, feeling her soft creamy skin on my palms. I turned my hands inwards and cupped her breasts from underneath, enjoying the erotic sensation of the fabric of her bra. I lifted her blouse, exposing her body to the cool night. She unbuttoned my shirt and licked my chest, exploring my back with her hands. Unhooking her gauzy bra, I let it fall off her, revealing two well-portioned breasts. Her areolas were a virginal bright pink, the paleness of her skin showing off the faint blue veins that ran beneath. Sarah let out a short breath as I squeezed her tits gently, her breath turning into a barely audible moan as I flickered my tongue around her areolas, dipping them into my mouth, sucking on them. I drove my other hand up between her legs up to her groin, unbuttoning her jeans. She wriggled clumsily out of her jeans, her lilac cotton panties moist with her excitement. 

I stood up and brought my groin to her face. Her natural instincts quickly took over. She unbuckled my belt, pulled down my trousers and boxers, and grasped my long hard trembling cock in her small hands. “You’re big”, she smiled. She brought her face to my cock, inhaling deeply my scent whilst cupping my balls. She then followed the length of my tan cock with her tongue, exploring my head in slow wide strokes. Suddenly without warning she brought my dick into her taut mouth, sucking gently, then harder and harder. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. Hearing my deep groan she placed one hand around my cock while her taut mouth captured the top of my dick. She looked up at me with those large green eyes searching for approval, and in coordinated movements began to move her hand and mouth up and down my cock in unison. From the top I watched her red head bob up and down between my legs, as she slurped and sighed over my dick. Her moans grew louder and louder as she moved faster and faster. Suddenly she stopped with her mouth completely over my cock, pushing it deeper and deeper into her throat, grinding her face into my abdomen as she devoured my dick.

After about 5 minutes I pushed her tenderly down on to her back. Her breasts wobbled to her sides. In a quick motion I ripped off her cotton panties and went down on her. I began from the bottom of her wet pink lip and stroked my tongue upwards, towards her clit, nibbling on it. Her body buckled with spasms, writhing on my bed as I probed my tongue deeper into her dripping pussy. “Hmm, gawd…yes. Oh yes, oh yes… gawd you’re good. It feels so good. Please don’t stop”, Sarah whined in high pitch tone, making me impatient to fuck her. 

I got up, spread her legs apart in mid-air and eased my throbbing cock into her pink pussy, now wet with my saliva and her cum. It was a tight fit. Her tight pussy lips spread tautly over my engorged cock. Sarah bit her lower lip in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Driving my shaft forward, I penetrated her completely. She gave out an animal-like cry as she felt her body invaded, filled up by this inflexible object, impaling her to the bed. I began slowly, easing my dick in and out of her pussy. Her eyes narrowed with ecstasy. I moved faster and faster, thrusting my cock harder and harder into her. Her expression changed as she felt my hips pounding against hers. Her face relaxed, mouth opened and eyes closed as I pumped her. Her back arched upwards and she let out a deep guttural moan. The moan turned into a high-pitched whine falling into the rhythm my cock pounding into her pussy. Reaching my climax I grabbed her tits and shot my load into her pussy, my cum filling her up, spilling over, my white semen nestling on her red bush. 

I fell on top of her, exhausted. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her scent was heavy with musk as she lay trembling. Her body was opened up, her legs spread apart, the tuff of red public hair glistening with moisture. Sarah held me tightly. After a short silence she whispered “I think I’m falling for you”. I stroked her face and looked away.