Mumbai Mix Ch. 01

They collapsed sideways onto the bed, his cock still inside her, and for a long time Mark and Kriti just lay there in each other's arms. There were no words, because there was no need for them.

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"You're amazing," Mark murmured. They had been lying silently together on the bed the whole time, Kriti's head resting comfortably on his chest, his hands resting loosely on her long black hair.

"Mm, you too!"

"I mean incredible, just incredible. I just can't believe..." He trailed off.

"You sound surprised!"

"No. Well..." Mark was getting himself into another tangle.

"You are surprised!"

"No. It's just that...it's so wonderful that you're so d..." Mark stopped himself.

"'D...'? Were you going to call me 'dirty'?"

"Er...maybe?"

"Well what do you expect, I've been on a nine hour flight!"

"No, I didn't mean that!"

"I know. I thought you British were meant to have the sense of humour! You're surprised, and amazed, and it's incredible, that a nice young Indian girl can be dirty in bed, yes?"

"I suppose..."

"You probably thought I spent my spare time spinning yarn and reading Tagore, not dreaming about sucking your cock, right?"

Mark hadn't heard of Tagore, but inwardly he acknowledged that Kriti's caricature held broadly true. "Sort of. I maybe assumed you were quite...innocent."

Kriti lifted herself up on an elbow, her breasts rubbing against Mark's chest, and looked at him. "Well, you know what? I probably *am* quite innocent. Just because I had those thoughts, then did them with you, doesn't mean I've tried things like that before. *One* of the things I like about you, Mark - and there are lots of things I like - is that I felt able to be "dirty" with you. I think an Indian man would have been horrified. So, yes, I do like to be dirty, and I do like to be dirty with you. It means your special, okay?"

"I'm a lucky man."

"Damn right. Shall I tell you something about me?" She didn't wait for an answer. "When I was still at school, my parents took me to visit some relatives in New Delhi. We went for a trip to the temples at Khajuraho. Have you heard of them?" Mark shook his head. "Well I think everyone thought it was a chance to learn about ancient Hindu culture. Oh wow, ancient Hindu culture! The temples are very beautiful, but there are also some *very* erotic sculptures. Actually, really obscene. Two men fucking a woman. Two women fucking a man. Two women holding a woman upside down so a man can fuck her like that. I don't know if my family noticed them, or pretended not to, but *I* noticed them. I was just a schoolgirl, all prim and proper, but I really started thinking after that. Night after night I'd remember the sculptures, and when in real life I saw a guy I liked, well I thought about him like we were on the walls of Khajuraho."

Mark imagined the teenage Kriti in her bed at night, her mind full of the most obscene fantasies.

"Sadly the Indian guys I've known don't draw on their ancient Hindu culture. All wham, bam, not even thank you ma'am. Dull, unimaginative, and terrified if I even thought of doing something that aroused me, not them. So you, my sweet British gentleman with no sense of humour, you are my chance to be myself. My very dirty self!"

"Fuck," Mark muttered, his cock stirring again at all the words Kriti was using, "I guess Indian men don't deserve you."

"True. Now, I want to look at you."

Mark was confused - Kriti *was* looking at him. "Here I am..."

"Ha, silly, I mean *look* at you." She began moving to his feet. "I want to see all of you, to inspect my lover properly."

"Oh, yes."

Still lying on the bed, Kriti rested her head by Mark's feet. She pulled his toes apart, gently brushing them with her lips. She kissed his ankles, his calves, his knees, her hands straying up his thighs. Inevitably Mark's cock was stiffening at Kriti's close attention to his body. "Oh, naughty boy again," she whispered, "but we've already said hello."

She moved above Mark's waist, kissing and licking, her fingers running around his belly button, her teeth nibbling lightly on his nipples. Then she planted licking kisses all around his neck, something that felt both tender and exciting.

Kriti sat up. "So now you turn over."

Mark happily rolled over, his hard cock pressed delightfully uncomfortably into the bed. Kriti knelt astride his back, and he could feel the brush of her pussy hair and the slickness of her pussy lips on the back of his thighs.

She kissed his neck again, his shoulder blades, and then ran her tongue down the line of his spine. Mark wanted to relieve the ever increasing pressure on his cock, but no way was he going to move an inch while Kriti's exploration continued.

She kissed the small of his back, then sat up, her hands resting lightly on Mark's ass cheeks. "You know you have a really sexy firm butt, Mark?"

"Thank-you," he murmured into the bed.

Kriti started squeezing Mark's ass, her palms pushing and her fingers pulling on his flesh. "Mm, so firm and strong." She bent down, and he felt her kiss first one cheek, and then the other. "You sure you don't mind me kissing your butt, Mark?"

Mark turned his head so she could be in no doubt whether he minded. "I love it, Kriti. It's wonderful."

Kriti's pussy was over Mark's calves now, and he could feel how wet she had become.

The kisses had turned into licks, swirling patterns over both his cheeks. She drew ever closer to his crack, before always turning away just as Mark imagined she might delve into it.

Then, Kriti sat up again, her hands resting softly on his bum. "So, Mark, can I look at you properly here, too?" she whispered.

"Yes. Yesss."

"Not being too dirty for you?"

"Oh fuck, no!"

Mark felt Kriti's thumbs touching his ass crack, and then she was prising his cheeks apart, opening his ass up to her eyes. "Oh, Mark, you have such a sexy asshole. All tight and wrinkled, with just a few sexy little hairs around it. Am I a dirty girl for liking your asshole so much, Mark?"

Mark could barely speak, but he managed to whisper: "you're a filthy dirty girl for looking at my arsehole, and I love it."

Kriti leant in closer. "Mm, let me see. I'm sure your ass is winking at me, Mark. Such a pretty, tiny little hole." Mark could feel her breath on his exposed anus, her face was just inches away. "I wonder..." she said.

"What?" Mark asked, frantic with need.

"Well, I've kissed your beautiful body everywhere, should I kiss you here too?"

"Oh, yes! I...want you to kiss me so badly."

"You think I'd be a really dirty naughty girl if I kissed your asshole, Mark?"

"You'd be the dirtiest naughtiest girl ever, and that would be perfect."

"Okay." She was so close now. "I think this is the dirtiest thing I've ever thought of, Mark, but I just have to."

Mark felt the light brush of Kriti's tongue on his anus, and, unable to control himself, he lifted his bum up to meet her.

Kriti was tentative at first, her tongue running lightly around the creases of his hole. But clearly the sensation excited her, because her touch became firmer and firmer, her tongue probing ever more deeply into the very heart of his ass crater.

It felt perfectly exquisite, and Mark lost himself as Kriti thoroughly explored his asshole with her tongue. Finally, she pulled away. "My tongue got a little tired!" she said.

"Well, if you will be a dirty asslicker, Kriti... Kiss me." She moved up to him, and their faces met. Her tongue, so recently buried into his most private hole, searched inside his mouth, meeting his tongue and licking it.

Mark pulled away. "Can I...?" he asked.

"What?" Kriti asked, kissing his lips and cheeks.

"You..."

"Oh, you're so sweet, Mark, I think it's you who's the innocent one! But I want you to tell me, say the same bad dirty things as me."

"I want to lick you there...to lick...to lick your arsehole."

"Oh, yes, Mark, see how naughty we are together?"

Kriti lay face down on the bed, poking her ass invitingly into the air. Mark moved down her body, hardly able to believe the way things were moving. He planted soft kisses on Kriti's round cheeks, wanting to tease her and to draw the moment out for both of them.

Then he moved to the small of Kriti's back, kissing and licking her there, before drawing his mouth down. He soon felt his mouth moving between the soft swell of Kriti's ass cheeks, but still he went on further, encouraged by the way Kriti was lifting her ass higher and higher off the bed.

Mark's tongue was lost fully down Kriti's ass crack now, he was nearly there, so close, so intimate, so *naughty*. And then he encountered the soft little ridge of Kriti's anus, the tiny crinkles and crevices, and then the tip of his tongue was on her asshole, the most private tight little hole imaginable. All delicacy was lost, he wanted his tongue to poke and probe all around her ass, to lick and lick until he had searched every sordid little wrinkle a hundred times.

Eventually his tongue, too, became tired. "Kiss me," Kriti whispered, "let me taste." Their lips locked, and however much Mark's tongue ached it was heaven for it to meet Kriti's as she searched hungrily for the taste of her own bum on him.

"Fuck me now, Mark," Kriti said, "I want to kneel on all fours like a dog and feel you fucking me from behind."

She knelt on the bed, resting on her elbows, her large breasts brushing the sheet. Mark knelt behind her, her pussy lips gaping obscenely in excitement at what they'd been doing to each other. Mark felt a powerful urge to be inside her, there was no time for teasing, and putting his hands on Kriti's hips he thrust strongly forward, feeling the wonderful sensation of his cock being swallowed inside her walls.

Kriti matched him, thrusting herself back. They were both so excited that at first the rhythm eluded them, but Mark controlled himself to match Kriti's timing.

Looking down at his cock ramming slickly in and out of Kriti's cunt, Mark could see the dark wrinkled hole of Kriti's asshole, glistening from his rimming. He rested his thumb on her anus, and began rubbing her.

"Ooh, yesss, Mark, that feels sooo good. Rub my asshole my dirty naughty boy." Kriti was slamming herself back, trying as before to impale herself on his cock. "Put it in, put your thumb in my ass. Fill my dirty holes."

Mark felt Kriti's anus resisting as he pressed the tip of his thumb against it, but as Kriti pushed back and back he felt the muscular resistance give in, and he was inside her, inside Kriti's ass. It felt hot and obscenely tight.

"Oh, yes, Mark, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

As Mark felt the coming explosion, he pressed his thumb as far into Kriti's asshole as it would go. Kriti wailed, and her thrusts became uncontrollable as she climaxed impossibly hard on his cock and his thumb.

The physical sensations and the eroticism of the moment were too much for Mark, and even as Kriti was still shuddering he unleashed powerful thrusts of come deep inside Kriti's pounded cunt.

They fell onto the bed, heaving, exhausted.

Mark held Kriti tight, and for a long time they lay like that, half-dozing in a satiated daydream.

Eventually Mark nuzzled himself against Kriti's ear. "You know," he whispered, "I've been thinking."

Kriti looked up at him dreamily. "Ooh, good, what are we going to do now?"

"No. Well, I think we're going to do...lots."

"Lots?!" Kriti laughed. "Oh you really are so sweet."

"Ha. Anyway, that wasn't what I meant. We're signing off on Mumbai soon, and they're going to need someone to run the operation there. That's never been my thing, but, well, my boss keeps telling me I should get some operational experience. What do you think?"

Kriti was wide awake now, those dark eyes staring intently. "You mean you might come and work in Mumbai?"

"Sure, maybe."

She hugged him, tight. "Oh, that's such a wonderful idea!"

"Well, actually I thought about it a bit more, too. We'd need some local help, someone who knew the city, how to steal someone else's taxi..."

Kriti pulled back, her eyes wide. "We could work together?"

"Yeah, possibly. It would be a one man show, so, just you and me..."

"You and me in an office, Mark? I can't believe it's possible."

"I know, I can't believe it either. Would it work?"

"I think we'd be bad together, Mark."

For just the briefest moment Mark thought Kriti was turning him down. "Oh, I think we'd be very bad, Kriti," he said, kissing her.

Kriti squeezed him tightly, her beaming smile matching his. "Oh, yes, Mark, we'd be the naughtiest, dirtiest sexiest office in all of India!"