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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

Serendipity 

Interracial - White male / Indian female - Cheating 

I was standing in line at Starbucks when I met her.  The place was
packed as it usually is Friday afternoons, and someone from the back
must have pushed forward, because somehow everyone behind me did, and
Anju, who I had been oblivious to while she had been right there
behind me, pushed into me.

"I'm so sorry," she said, as she dropped her handbag.

I was faster, reaching down to pick it up for the young,
sharply-dressed, dark-skinned woman with the long, silky black hair
hanging down over her face.  As I handed the bag to her she pushed her
hair back out her face and I caught sight of the most beautiful
creature I'd ever seen in my life.

Anju had large, almost almond-shaped eyes.  Her nose was thin and
straight, her mouth graced with perfect, long brown lips.  When she
smiled "Thank you" she revealed perfect, pearly white teeth, probably
the result of expensive orthodontics.  She was your typical wealthy
Indian, from her accent raised in the US, and extremely stunning.

"No problem.  It always gets crowded in here, but hardly ever like
this," I said, trying to think of more to say.

"Yeah, I know. This is crazy."

We were quiet for a while, Anju slightly turning, as if our banter had
come to an end, but still facing me somewhat, as if she wanted me to
say more.  That would be expected, as I am a good-looking man.  I'm
tall and blonde, with those perfect Aryan features you find in
Abercrombie & Fitch catalogs.  But still, I'd heard Indian woman
rarely dated white men, and so I hesitated.

"So do you work around here," I said, trying not to be obvious that I
was groping for something to say.

"No, I'm just in town visiting my cousin.  But she's at work now, so I
thought I'd wander the city by myself. I've never been here before."

"Where are you from originally?"

"New York. Well, just outside of it."

"I have friends living there now..."

We continued the light banter for a while as we ordered our coffee.  I
started to relax, and so did she.  Even as I talked to her, I
continued to be amazed at her beauty.  She had dark brown skin, not
black, but a deep, sultry brown.  Her skin was perfect, without a
blemish, and wisps of black hair graced the side of her face.  She was
about 5'5", with heels on closer to 5'7", and had a nice slender
build.  But she had curves, perfect ones, and a nice small, rounded
bosom.  She was wearing black stretch pants and a light blue blouse,
with a thin silver chain around her wrist.  That led my eye to her
hands, which were dark and small, with  long, slender fingers tipped
with perfect nails.

"Would you like to sit and have coffee with me," I asked as we got our
drinks.  "I'm Eric, by the way."

"Anju...my name.  And sure," she said, the look in her eyes changing.
Now she knew I was interested, and I could tell, so was she.

We talked about our work and lives. She was an attorney, fresh out of
law school.  When she mentioned her fiancee, an Indian doctor, she
didn't miss a beat but continued to look at me with those inviting
eyes.  I told her about my finance firm, and the work I did there.  I
was a manager, with half a dozen employees under me.  In fact, that
was where I should have been then, but being manager, you get some
perks, such as taking extended coffee breaks.

"Must be nice," she laughed, saying how as a junior associate, she was
worked like crazy.  "That's why I need this vacation.  To get away, do
whatever I want, with no restrictions."

Just then we finished our coffee.  We sat and talked for a little bit,
and then she said, "It's probably getting late for you..."

"Yeah."  We got up and left the shop, talking until we reached the
corner of the street.  My office was down to the right, she was going
straight ahead.

It was now or never.  "So, are you doing anything tonight?  Would you
like to get together for dinner?"

"Uh," she stumbled. "I'd like to," she stopped again.  She really
meant it. I could see it in her eyes. "...but I'm staying with my
cousin.  I mean, it would be look kinda weird if I went out with a guy
I'd just met today... especially, considering..." that she was engaged.

"Well," I thought, this is it, might as well go for it, if I wasn't
ever going to see her again "would you like to go over my place now. 
I live right by here."

She looked at me, into my eyes, and a devilish look came into them. 
"Okay," she said.

I hailed a cab and we got in.  She sat next, to me, leg to leg, as an
excited silence fell over us.  In 5 mins we were at my building, then
in the elevator.  The sexual tension was incredible.  There was a new
look in Anju's eyes: pure lust.  She looked up at me like she wanted
to fuck me right there, and I grabbed her and pulled her to me.  Our
kiss was deep and sexual.  It wasn't loving, or even passionate. Just
wanton.  She kissed me with a force I didn't expect out of her.

As soon as we got into my apartment we were all over each other,
kissing and running our hands all over our bodies.  I pulled at her
blouse and it quickly came off.  I squeezed one of her tits through
her bra, feeling its fullness.  She moaned into my mouth, pulling me
closer.  Her nipple was hard, and I could feel it through her bra. 
Soon I was working a hand under her bra, and squeezing the brown
flesh.  Then I had her bra off, and I got a look at her tits in full
view.  They were bigger than I'd thought, on the verge of C's, which
was incredible considering her small frame.  But they were undoubtedly
real, with fat, black nipples and areolas.

She lay back on my couch, looking up at me, as I reached behind her
and squeezed her ass.  I undid the zipper to her pants that was back
there, and then pulled them off her.  She looked absolutely
magnificent like that, wearing nothing but white lace panties.  Her
body was perfect.  Though she was thin, she wasn't unshapely.  She
could have been a Victoria's Secret model.

I started to unbutton my shirt, and she sat up and pulled my tie off,
then practically ripped my shirt off.  Then came my undershirt, and
Anju was running her small brown hands over my white chest.  I'm not
brawny, but I'm well built, and Anju loved it.  She licked my nipples,
bit them, and then started working my belt.  She quickly unzipped my
pants, and was reaching down my underwear ferociously.

"Ooh," she cooed when she got hold of my dick. "It's big!"  She pulled
my white dick out of my pants, and yes, it was big, probably as big as
I'd ever seen it myself.  That's how turned on I was.  It was fat and
long, probably pushing seven and a half inches. Normally, I'm an inch
shorter than that, and not nearly as wide.  She stroked it somewhat
awkwardly, not used to something so large.  Her eyes were wide.

"Does your finacee have a cock like this," I abruptly asked, not even
realizing I had said it until after the fact.

"No, nothing like this," she cooed again.  She looked up at me, and
then bent down, her face disappearing into my crotch, the warm, wet
feeling of her mouth surrounding my prick.  I pulled my belt off and
pushed my pants down as far as I could without disrupting her sucking,
and then gently sat back on the arm of my sofa, placing my hand at the
back of her head so I could guide her.  She sucked me with fervor at
first, pumping her face up and down my shaft, and then eased a bit,
slowly slobbering over it.  But this way she could only take a little
more than half in, so we switched positions.  I got up, pulled my
pants all the way off so that I was completely naked, and sat on the
couch, while she lay down beside me, her stomach flat on the couch,
her tits pressed against my thigh, as she resumed blowing me.

It was incredible.  I ran my hand over her brown back and ass,
squeezing her butt cheeks.  Then I slipped my hand into her panties,
feeling for her pussy.  She adjusted her position, spreading her legs
and raising herself up so that I could feel her wet vagina.  She was
soaked, and my white finger slipped in easily.  She moaned while she
sucked me, and I moaned in return.  "Yeah.  That's it."

After a while I knew I was close to cumming, and the last thing I
wanted to do was cum now, so I pulled her head off my cock.  She
resisted at first, but I urged her off it.  I laid her on her back,
her head resting against the arm at the other end of the couch, and I
pulled her panties off her slowly.  She spread her brown legs wide,
and then I was kneeling in front of her, my great white body with my
long white prick waving between her brown legs and body, poised just
inches from her super dark and moist cunt.  Her smell was strong,
filling my nostrils, getting my hornier.

Anju looked up at me, nothing but lust in her eyes.  She reached for
my prick, her small brown hands finding it, stroking it, and then she
pulled me towards her.  Quickly I slipped into her, her hot, wet cunt
pulling in my white dick.  I was half-way in her with the first push,
and she gave a little sigh.  I was all the way in her in the second
push, and she gave a loud moan.  "Oh, God," she said.

I started thrusting firmly and deeply, but slowly, steadily.  We
adjusted ourselves to each other to maximize our pleasure, and soon we
found our rhythm.  I had my hands spread, one on the arm of the couch
next to her head, the other on the back of the couch, and I used my
arms for leverage as I began plowing into her harder.  In and out I
went, and her pussy began to make sucking noises as I did.  "Oh, oh,"
she moaned. "It's so big."

"How big is it? Have you ever had a dick so big," I asked, leaning
into her.

"Never.  Oh, fuck me."

"You like my fat, white cock in you?"

"I love it."  She looked deep into my eyes and pulled me down, kissing
me.  Still looking into my eyes she said, "I love your white prick." 
That was when I realized how much this meant to her, the fact that she
was fucking a white man, and I smiled domineeringly at her.

I lay down on top of her then, pressing my weight against her.  I
wrapped my arms around her sides, cupping her close to me, as I began
to thrust faster and harder, with shorter strokes.  She kept moaning,
moaning into my mouth as she kissed me, as she ran her hands over my
body, through my hair, squeezing my back.  And then she came, her body
convulsing, first one short shake, then a series of seizures, her eyes
rolling into the back of her head.  "Oh Eric," she said.

I continued pumping, intent on my own orgasm now, yet trying to hold
back, wanting the pleasure to continue.  I kept looking at her face,
her oh so beautiful face, and I wanted this moment to last forever. 
But of course it didn't, I came, shooting what seemed like a month's
supply of my semen into this Indian goddess.  After I was done I laid
on top her, and we stroked each other, and kissed.  I waited until my
prick was soft before pulling out.

I lay back on the couch with her leaning against me, both of us
sighing contentedly.  We kissed some more, and then Anju thanked me. 
She went into the bathroom with her clothes, and when she came back
she was all cleaned up and looking like she'd just stepped out of the
house.

I moved to put my clothes on but she told me not to.  "I like seeing
you," she said, and had me walk her to the door.  There she gave me
one, last long kiss, before slipping a piece of paper into my hand. 
"E-mail me if you come to New York some time," she said.  "I'll see if
we can have a repeat experience."  With another kiss Anju left, and I
sat back wondering how soon I could get out to New York.

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