The Caucasian Delight

I am talking about a time when I was studying at Boston University on a company-financed programme. Of all the things that I enjoyed, living in Boston was the peace I had as compared to the constant pressure of corporate life.

I had built up a healthy schedule – running in the morning, then lectures, a half an hour siesta after lunch, then again lectures and in the evening, a wonderful drink at the café close to the campus to end the day. It was here that I met Juliane. She was the waitress here.

To be honest, everything was not hunky-dory in Boston. When I visited the restaurant for the first time, I was served only by a reluctant waitress who seemed more like interviewing me rather than asking me for my order.

However, as I became regular and gave a $3 tip on a $7 drink every day, things moderated slowly and I started meeting with mild smiles and hesitant “hi”s.

The Caucasian waitress Juliane was obviously the star among the colleagues where every male customer or waiter seemed to be flirting with her. She was intelligent and knew that her beauty would never let men stop and she embraced it, even enjoyed it.

Juliane was 6 feet, I was 5’7. She had blue eyes, not lean, rather good built. She would like and need a hulk to bang her for hours and only then she would be somewhere close to satisfied, it was a given.

Being a waitress, even though pretty, she had an Apple Watch, rarely repeated her clothes or shoes, wore new stones every week.

It was clear that she had many suitors who were trying to charm her with a thousand and one things and all this paraphernalia was not coming without a return gift of pussy from her side. It was a waste of time to hit on her.

Like the abundance of anything, perhaps the attention of wealthy desperate suitors and poorly educated colleagues grew so boring for her that she waved at me when I was passing by the café with a tinge of a smile in it.

Over the weeks, I had started bringing a novel or my laptop at the café to read or write while I sip my drink. I had caught the beautiful Caucasian waitress Juliane’s glimpse of looking at me curiously a few times and when she waved, I was happy and waved back.

That whole night, I kept thinking about her, imagining her and like a normal man, I undressed her a thousand times in my dreams that night.

Those waves became more regular and I had reason to be excited as she became regular to take my order now. But, with that height, those eyes and that body, I was still not ready to grab my luck.

But, finally, as I was leaving the restaurant one day, she just shrieked “hi” from behind and as I stopped, she came to me and gave me a slip asking “call me”.

I called, we met and it was confirmed that it was my education that she liked. She had met quite a few men who were rich or romantic but not one who could speak like a gentleman.

I was happy and even more determined to maintain that image and that is the reason why, instead of trying to smooch her that very day, I bid adieu with a peck on her palm. The waitress smiled and I knew I had hit the right spot.

The next time, she invited me to her house for dinner. She started that dinner by eating my cock.

It was clear from the start that dinner was an excuse. So, she was flaunting her lovely body in tight jeans with a belt and scant top within 15 minutes of me reaching her home. I just stood up smiling and downed my pants. I was hairy, dark and erect. She understood the signal and smiled.

It was rather strange that after all those hours of dreaming of undressing the hot waitress, finally when I had her, I hardly had time to undress her and grope her! The hot Caucasian waitress sat on her knees and I was eager enough to just put it in her mouth. She did not mind, she smiled recognizing that I had controlled myself a lot for a long.

Looking at my hesitance initially, she remarked – “You do not have to control yourself now. You can do whatever you wish.” Once my cock was in the sexy waitress’s mouth, I knew she meant every word she had said.

I was embarrassed when we were walking together on the last date. Juliane was so much taller and white that people were staring at us in surprise. She had made me comfortable now with that suck now. It was after all not about height, it was about how committed you are to give pleasure to each other.

As the Caucasian cute waitress bobbed her head on my cock, her blonde hair looked so beautiful getting messed up on her face and flying in all directions. I caressed her hair, took them in one hand and synchronized her bobbing with my thrusts.

I pushed and she let me push and only then I realized that a girl’s mouth is, after all, barely 3 inches and one cannot push all the way down without choking her. She choked on the third inch itself.

When I came for the first time, I confessed that I have never been sucked in my life and it would be a dream that she sucked me for an hour just like that.

The sexy Caucasian girl sucked me inside out. I kept cumming and she kept swallowing. She sucked and sucked and sucked. Her pretty white face, her tender lips, blue eyes, blonde hair and beautiful hands – all on my penis and balls, trying to keep in a good mood. She was amazing.

The waitress had not stopped but it was after 50 minutes that I grew desperate to touch her. So I pulled her up and undressed her. Just the way I had imagined, with my bare hands, licking every inch I was revealing.

I laid her on the bed and opened the belt and jeans button. I pulled her jeans and undies together. She was shaven and clean. I buried my mouth in her vagina. After some aggressive licking, I finally settled down on the gorgeous waitress’s pussy, giving her small curvy licks and she kept talking her heart out.

Juliane revealed that she had been especially shaving and maintaining her pussy waiting for me. She wanted to look clean before a gentleman. She really was clean.

Juliane’s pussy smelled good and tasted good and looked like the best. I ate her as if I would swallow her pussy itself. She surrounded my face with her lovely thighs. She came and licked her own cum from my face. She knew how both of us tasted.

Do you know what was the best thing about Juliane? She was healthy. She had the flesh which felt just right, soft and silky. It was only after I finished licking her pussy that I took off her top. Perfect for groping. And I simply groped her, bit her, squeezed her for a very long time, as if trying to raise a flag everywhere.

Once my hands grew crazy touching, my mouth followed. I was drinking her health. The smoothness, fineness and flawlessness of her skin told me how well she was brought up. She was a princess in her genes.

I sucked on the blonde Caucasian waitress’s ample breasts to my heart. I toyed with her nipples every way I could think, flicking them with lips, slapping the breast and watching it shiver, pressing my teeth on each nipple to see my own mark and then licking that mark to soothe the girl.

Though she was a big girl, testosterone was raging inside me. I made her sit in my lap and for two hours, I carried her there. She came softly in my lap and adjusted to take my cock in her pussy. She settled well that way. So, Juliane started humping slowly as I enjoyed her bosom close to my face.

My hands on her hips helped her go up and down my cock and whatever friction was created was only due to me because she was too smooth.

There came a moment when I simply lost control of myself and simply lifted her from her hips and made her jump on my cock. There were 20 minutes of this madness when I was gripping her tightly and her pussy was being drilled from below as her smooth skin was being roughened up against me.

It was these 20 minutes when I bit her the hardest on the Caucasian girl’s cleavage. It was these 20 minutes when I slapped her the hardest on her ass, on her bosom and her face. It was only in these 20 minutes when I was loving her and hurting her at the same time. So, when I stopped, there were tears in her eyes but she kissed me.

I laid the waitress girl on the bed and climbed on her breasts. I shoved my cock between her boobs which she was holding firm for me and fucked them, rather she fucked my cock with her boobs.

I was just there and enjoying the scene as her boobs rolled over my cock again and again. I can tell you one thing from this experience – howsoever you might have imagined fucking her breasts, if you know you can fuck her mouth, you will.

I was fucking the Caucasian beauty’s breasts, they were soft, they were full, they were pure delight but I was staring at her face. I tried squeezing her boobs, tried holding them and fucking them myself but to no avail. Her lips with her dark brownish-red lipstick could melt anyone.

I signalled her to stop, she was shocked for a moment but when I climbed ahead, turned around and put it on her lips, she understood.

My balls were hanging on her nose and my cock was pressed between her lips. From this position, enjoying the rest of her body seemed more feasible and sensible.

My cock was in a good place and at peace with the pleasure which the sexy waitress was giving me. I could grope her boobs, finger her pussy, touch and feel her shapely waist and tender navel, her lady-like thighs with the storm of her womanhood between them, her bare beautiful arms. I could see them all, play with them all – all when my cock was in her lovely mouth being sucked and licked non-stop.

I should not have done it, it is kinda harsh but I did. I fucked her mouth in that position. Juliane choked again and again but did not let my cock go off her mouth. She swallowed every bit of my cum which actually made me harder looking at her devotion to please me.

Finally, after my cock was licked dry, I stopped and lied beside her. It was 3 am already. And I had not yet fucked her pussy except with my tongue once!!!

I do not know what divine came into this cute Caucasian lady but she simply whispered – “Seed me, babe” and again, I do not know what happened to me, I took it literally. I just wanted to seed her. I wanted to make her pregnant. I wanted this charming girl to be the mother of my bastard children. I wanted to make my child-bearing whore.

I forgot all lessons on positions and simply mounted her in missionary and pounded her. She was better than a 1000 dollar mattress to sleep on. She was soft, fluffy, warm.

I fucked the horny Caucasian waitress and fucked her again and again and again. I seeded her 5 times in the next two hours. I knew she was healthy. Every time I saw her spread on the bed, I thought how good a mother she would be. And it inspired me to fuck Juliane even more.

I would have seeded her a sixth time if she had not asked to take the shot on her face herself. I sprayed her. Like a darling, she picked each drop from her face with her fingers and licked it back into her mouth.

I was tired too by then. I was lying on bed pacified. She came close and snuggled and we slept. After 6 weeks, she confirmed that the seed had worked. She was pregnant.

What happened after that will tell you in the next part. Till then, take care. If you liked my story, please message me at [email protected].