Beijing Disco By Mahaa (mahaa88@excite.com)
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***
The night was going well. I was at a hot disco in
Beijing dancing with an ABC (American Born Chinese)
named Kathy. What started out as some eye contact led
to flirting, which led to dancing. Which is why I was
grinding my crotch against hers and kneading her ass
with both hands. She was a looker: great Asian face,
golden skin, and breasts that felt really good pressed
against me.
I had barely gotten her name, where she was studying,
what she was doing in BJ (Beijing). But that hardly
mattered. All that mattered was her arms around my neck,
my hands kneading her ass through her pants and my lips
moving from her neck to her lips. We locked in a kiss. I
turned her around and pressed into her ass. A slight
moan escaped her lips. My hands made their way from her
bare midriff to her chest and back again. God her tits
felt nice.
Times like I love dancing -- my hand -- more than sex --
creeping down-- the flashing lights -- to her pants --
the sweat-- and slipping -- the smoke lingering in the
air -- past her panties -- the heat of your partner --
one finger -- the swaying bodies around you -- crawling
past the hair -- the hypnotic beat -- and sliding along
her crack -- and then the pace of your dancing slows --
her head turning to mine -- and eventually stops -- with
her eyes closed -- and you find yourself holding her
chest while you kiss her from behind. Damn. The song
stopped.
But the kissed continued for a few precious moments
more. "I really need to go to the bathroom," she said,
"I'll be right back, I promise."
"Want me to come along and help," I said with a smile.
"Yes. But I'll go by myself." Waiting for a girl to come
back from the bathroom sucks. Especially when you don't
know when she'll come back or even if she'll be
interested later.
She came back and put her hands on my chest, "John, my
friend wants to go... she's pretty drunk and when she
gets drunk she gets really sleepy. Here's my number.
Please call me tomorrow, she said, running her hand down
my body, pausing at my crotch, and then moving to my
hands. I walked her outside, holding her hands, and gave
her a peck on the cheek. Gosh, I can be such a
gentleman.
Well, maybe I had something for next week. But I was
empty handed tonight. I sighed and went to the bar,
thinking of Kathy's arched body in my arms. I can't wait
to unwrap her, I thought. I saddled up to the bar and
ordered a Tsingtao. Actually I ordered about 10 times.
The bartenders barely listen to your orders.
It's like they think if they ignore you enough, you'll
just go away. Good salesmanship. I sucked on my
Tsingtao, making the 15 kuai I spent on her last. I
never go out with more than 200 kuai (about 25 bucks) on
me. I've had to many friends get drunk, get friendly
with a girl, and find themselves broke and begging for
money to get a taxi home. I was down to 50. Enough for
one drink and my ride home. The night was beginning to
look hopeless.
I gazed out onto the dance floor, and scanned the crowd.
She's hot (and with a guy). She's not. I'd do her (if
her big ass boyfriend wouldn't mind). Wouldn't touch her
if she paid me. Just the regular dance floor scanning. I
hadn't put my beer goggles on and that made my chances
to hook up with a "hottie" even slimmer.
Eyes: 3 Cuties on the Radar 4 o'clock!! Brain: Can we get a confirmation?
Eyes: Check... 3 ... er... 2 cuties at 4 o'clock!!Brain: All right.
I headed over to the vicinity and started doing my
thing. I always take time to approach girls. I've found
you have to look closely at them, make eye contact, and
measure them up. Sometimes, what's nice from far is far
from nice and the damn low lights only aggravate this
phenomenon. On closer inspection I found one hottie and
one backup plan. I started dancing with them, and then I
started dancing with the hottie. Unfortunately, she
would have nothing of it. I switched to the backup. I
held her hands and started pulling her in. She smiled at
me.
We started dancing. And we just started dancing closer,
and closer, and closer until we were pressing against
each other. Two songs later we were moving our hands all
over each other. One song later we found ourselves on
the dark plush couches that make this disco so great. My
hand had slipped up her shirt and was cupping her small
breasts. She looked at me and had a smile on her face. I
know that smile; she'd gotten around the block before.
She started talking, "my name is Annie."
Annie was her English name, and I honestly can't
remember her Chinese name. They make those things so
hard to pronounce! She was one of the locals who liked
to hang out at the expatriate joints for the extra
entertainment it provided. I was certainly up to the
task tonight. "So, your sweet on me, aren't you?"
Annie
"Yeah," I said tweaking her nipple and running my hand
along her leg. "Good!" she said. With that she flipped
her legs over and sat on my lap facing me. She pushed me
down and forced her tongue in my mouth. She led the
pace. And the kissing was frantic, fast. What she lost
in technique she made up for in effort.
My hand slipped under her skirt and I started rubbing
her. She kissed faster. My other hand busied itself with
her bra clasp. Her hands started rubbing me. I now had
easy access, small breasts. I pulled the shirt up some
and started sucking on her nipple. She started moaning.
Now my hands had both moved to her other breast. I felt
it was feeling left out. She pulled my head closer to
her breasts causing me to suck harder. She began dry
humping my jeans.
Her friends interrupted us. Someone touched her on her
back. She adjusted her shirt some and turned to face
them. They started talking in Chinese. I was only able
to pick out a few phrases here and there. The ugly
friend thought I was cute. The other wanted to know if
they should ditch us here. Everything else was melodic
tones and quick exchanges. My hands had drifted to her
legs and ass and I enjoying touching her while her
friends watched with smirks on their faces. They left
and started dancing again. I decided to up the ante a
little. I pulled her close to me kissing her and slipped
my hand down her panties.
"Hold on there, not so fast," she said, stopping my
hand. I turned her over onto the couch and mounted her.
"Yes" I said. I pushed my hand down her panties again,
feeling her wetness. "Let's go to your place," I
offered.
"I can't. I live with my parents. What about your
place?"
Damn. My place was out of the question. I was still
living on campus and they didn't allow visitors after
11pm (kind of puts a cramp on things sometimes). "Well,
she said, "I can't just leave you Blue-Balled like
this."
"Where'd you learn that phrase?" I asked her. She just
smiled and kneeled to the side of me on the couch and
moved her head closer to my crotch. She unzipped my
pants and played with my raging hard on through my
boxers and then slipped my dick out. She jacked on it,
looking at me for a second and then she devoured it.
My head fell back and I let out a sigh. God she felt so
good. She sucked on my head, twirling her tongue around
and then she started to bob on my prick. I pulled her
skirt up and started feeling her ass through her
panties. This got her more excited. She moved two
fingers around my penis and started blowing me like a
pro. I had never had a blowjob that felt this good
before. In no time I'd be shooting my load down her
throat.
"Hey let's go." I heard a voice. Her two friends came
over and started putting on their jackets. She didn't
even react. She just kept on sucking. Head moving up and
down, up and down. Hand moving faster and faster along
my length. I on the other hand had noticed her friends.
And it wasn't helping things. Their glances moved from
me to her bobbing head, and they smiled at me. "C'mon.
Let's go." they said again.
Her sucking got more insistent and I started forgetting
about her friends. Her other hand played with my balls.
I got closer and closer to orgasm. "If you don't finish
in one minute, we're leaving." And that's when she did
it.
I don't know what she did, but it was some combination
of tongue and teeth, and hands, and, whatever it was, it
was wonderful. I lost it and started shooting in her
mouth. The first spurt went down her throat; the second
filled her mouth, had pulled off me by the third shot
and it blasted onto the table between her friends and
us.
She squeezed my balls and the fourth shot fired out and
landed on the knee of her friends black leather hot
pants. The rest dribbled out around her hands she got
up, swallowed my load and licked the cum off her hands
and said, "Gotta go."
Her friends handed her jacket to her and they left me
there. As I buckled myself up I couldn't shake the image
of two girls watching as their friend wrapped her lips
around me and sucked me off, and then left me hanging to
dry.
END
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The Asian Checker by Pussy Pirate (pussypirate40@yahoo.com)
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A pretty Asian teenager comes to work at the local
supermarket only to become the prey of the horny
assistant manager who blackmails her into unspeakable
acts.
***
I've always liked Asian women. There was an Asian girl
in my high school that I always thought was the prettiest
girl in school. She didn't win most beautiful for the
annual, of course, because most of the guys were
seriously lusting after the girl with the biggest tits.
Also in those years I saw a girly mag with a pictorial of
an Asian girl that I remember to this day. My friend told
me I just liked her because she had her legs spread in
most of the pictures and there were some great pussy
shots. I think though that I just like the look of finely
featured and petite girls in general, and there are many
Asians who qualify for that body style.
Then, while I was in the military, I spent some time in
the Philippines and enjoyed the women there who really
know how to take care of a man in bed and don't make it a
big thing if the guy wants to fuck a lot. Also I like a
submissive woman and what I have seen and read of the
culture in Asian countries is that women do what they're
told. So it really pisses me off that all the Asian women
who come to the U.S. all of a sudden start acting just as
tight assed and bitchy as the American women.
But I do know at least one who will never be a prissy
bitch.
After my stint in the military I came back to the States
and took a job as an assistant manager in a grocery
store. I hated the job because most of the people who
worked there were kind of low lifes and not very bright.
Most of the interesting people that I got to work with
were the high school or college kids who worked part time
and needed a little extra money.
I was in my late twenties so they weren't that much
younger than me, and I hung around with some of them
occasionally and dated a couple of the college girls,
although that was risky and awkward since they worked for
me.
After I had been there about two years the manager hired
a girl named Mai Kim who wanted to work as a checker
through the summer and then go part-time for her senior
year in high school. She was Korean and had been in this
country for several years but still had an accent.
It turned out that she was happy that she was allowed to
work because her father was really 'old school' and
strict and she wanted to be doing the American Girl thing
with and have the freedom of her own money and so on. She
was also absolutely beautiful. She had really delicate
features and was petite without being frail looking. Her
breasts were small but seemed to have nice roundness them
when I could see them outlined under her shirt. She was
shy and did not wear revealing clothes and she
immediately became my main fantasy girl.
I knew there was no chance that I would get to go out
with her. For one thing she was only seventeen and that
was a little too risky even for me. Also the more I got
to know her the more I came to realize that while she was
reserved and a little shy on the outside she also was
pretty proud of herself and could be a little bitchy.
It was obvious that none of the other employees liked
her, or she them, and on occasion I would hear her being
snotty to a sacker or another checker when she thought
they weren't working hard enough. She would occasionally
give me a snotty/uppity look when I was flirting with the
girls or chatting with the guys.
One time I put my hand on her shoulder and she pulled
away sharply and asked me not to touch her. I thought,
'Damn! What a bitch.'
Also she wouldn't go out with any of the boys and they
thought she was stuck up. I figured that her father
probably didn't let her date.
So we worked together through the summer and she got more
confident, I guess, and more snotty as time went on but I
still liked to look at her. After the school year started
she worked only two days during the week and usually the
weekends. She would sometimes ask off on the weekend for
school events and she took a Saturday off for her 18th
birthday party.
When she worked I would always assign her to the register
that was closest to the managers office because I could
then sit in there and look at her through the one-way
mirror while I did my paperwork.
One day shortly after her 18th birthday I was sitting
there when I looked up and saw that she was checking out
another really fine looking Asian girl. Needless to say I
was watching them pretty close when I realized that Mai
was only pretending to scan most of the girl's groceries
(actually mostly make-up and magazines).
She then took the girl's money for those few things that
she had really scanned and put it in the register just
like she had scanned the whole load. She then let the
girl walk out with a bunch of free stuff. I stood there
stunned! I could hardly believe that little miss prim and
proper was ripping the store off!
I started to keep an eye out for that other girl to come
in to the store again. And the next time she came in I
went to the office as soon as I saw her and focused the
stores video camera on Mai and her register.
Sure enough the girl chose Mai's line again and I got
really good tape of a fairly slick scam. As a matter of
fact I did this three times while I was trying to get up
the nerve to follow through on a plan that was forming in
my nasty little mind.
It was about a month after the first event and around
7:30 on a Friday night when I got the third tape. Mai was
scheduled to get off at 9 and at about 8:00 I called over
the loud speaker that Mai should close up her register
and come see me in the office as I had something for her
to do.
When Mai came in to the office it took her about two
seconds to realize that she was in big trouble. I still
had the camera pointed directly through the window at her
register and it was obvious that I had taped her little
larceny. It was her first time in the office and I guess
she didn't know it was a one-way mirror and I am not sure
she even knew that that is where the office was.
I didn't even say anything and by the time she had been
in there for ten seconds she was just standing there
bawling! She was so scared I couldn't believe it. I don't
know what I expected her to say or do but she surprised
me by immediately beginning to beg me not to tell her
parents.
I told her that I was going to have to call the police
and that I expected her parents would find out whether I
told them or not and she started bawling even more, tears
running down her face and snot coming out of her nose and
the whole thing. I was wishing some of the bag boys could
see her now. But I was just getting warmed up.
After letting her calm down a little I went over to the
camera and asked her if she wanted to see the tape and I
guess this embarrassed her even more and she started
crying hard again. Instead of taking the tape out of the
camera I turned the camera around and pointed it at her
and turned it on. The audio recorder was turned off so I
was getting silent movie footage of her crying so hard
she shook, and looking really sloppy.
She starting to really beg me not to call the police or
tell her father because he would be so mad that he would
beat her and probably not let her go away to the college
she wanted to go to. But I kept telling her that there
was really no way that I could let her get away with it
and after a while I could tell that she was becoming
resigned to her fate and was calming down.
After she had finally got herself mostly under control
she ask me in a quivery little voice, "Is there anything
I can do?"
And I said, "Take your panties off and give them to me,"
just like that.
She got this frightened and confused look on her face and
she said "wh--what?"
So I said, "Look Mai you know you're in big trouble and
have done something very wrong. Now you are going to do
what I tell you to do, or you can go to jail and I will
call your father. You are wearing a skirt and I want you
to take off your shoes and panties. After that we will
discuss the way it is going to be for a while."
She broke down again and this time she started to get a
little loud with her sobs. I told her that if somebody
heard her I would not be able to offer her the deal and
she immediately got quiet again and I knew I was going to
get my way. Finally she calmed down again and said she
would do as I asked.
But she was real slow getting started and by this time I
was getting worried that we would run out of time since
her father picked her up every night when she got off so
I told her to make a decision for real and move faster.
It was interesting how much effort she took to keep from
lifting her skirt too much as she pealed her pantyhose
off and then hesitated a long time before continuing with
the panties. She had to have an idea of what was coming
but I guess she wanted to keep her modesty as long as
possible. It didn't last long.
After she finally had her panties off she just stood
there letting them dangle from her hand so I walked over
and took them from her and put them on the desk. I told
her that in the future when she came to work she was not
to wear any panties and she realized that I wasn't going
to let her off with just that evening's activities.
Mai
I then took her by the hand and the led her over to the
desk. I told her that she was going to get used to me
seeing, and touching what was under her skirt and that we
were going to start right now. I pushed her gently until
she was up against and facing the desk. I then pushed her
upper body so that she had to bend over the desk.
She resisted a little but I kept up a firm push until she
was completely down on the desk with her butt facing me.
I put my foot between her feet and pushed her legs apart
until she was no longer standing. Her soft skirt was now
draped over her butt and it had formed down into her
crack which was very nice looking so I studied her there
for a few seconds while she was getting even more
nervous.
I then reached over and gently put my hand on her ass
over her skirt and kind of rubbed it around for a while,
pushing it down into the crack of her ass and feeling her
ass and pussy gently through the skirt. She was steadily
sobbing softly and jumped a little when my hand pushed
into her crack through the skirt, and again when I
reached her pussy.
After I had been rubbing her ass through her skirt for a
minute or so she once again began to quiet down. I came
to realize that the crying increased in volume when ever
I did something new but that as she got used to the new
thing she would calm down some to a kind of quiet
sobbing. So when she started to get used to me rubbing
her ass I said "OK, I am going to lift your skirt now and
play with your naked ass for a bit."
As expected the volume increased again as I said it, and
even more as I actually did it, but she didn't try to
move off the desk only squirmed a little. And man she had
a pretty little ass.
At this point I placed my left hand on the middle of her
back so that it would not be easy for her to get up and
started feeling her butt. She had narrow hips and enough
of a butt to be slightly round, but as she was bent over
the desk her cheeks did not meet in the middle and her
little brown asshole and part of her pussy were plainly
visible.
Some Asian girls are kind of darker brown down there and
this one had a light brown asshole but her pussy lips
were very fair and pink. I just stood there and looked
for a few seconds while I rubbed my hard cock through my
pants and then reached down and started to caress her
naked ass.
I didn't take long for me to move my hand from her ass,
down the back of her thighs and then to reach my fingers
between her thighs to touch her pussy. The sobbing
increased a lot at this point as I rubbed her pussy lips
and then tried to work a finger into her hole. It was so
small that at first I had trouble finding it. When I did
it was completely dry so I reached my fingers up to my
mouth to get some spit and then put it on her cunt and
rubbed it into her hole a little bit. After I got my
finger in her hole a little way it became clear, not
surprisingly, that she was a virgin. I knew that wouldn't
last long.
At this point I looked at the clock on the wall and
noticed that it was a little after 8:20. I felt like time
was running out since after I was done with her she would
need some time to calm down before her father showed up
so I decided to just fuck her like that, bent over my
desk, even though I wanted to see her tits too. So I said
"I am going to fuck you now Mai" and reached to unbuckle
my pants. She wailed, "No, Please!!" and started to get
up, but I pushed her back down and said "You don't want
to do that! Stay down there or go to jail, that's the
choice."
She bent back down to rest on the desk totally defeated
while I dropped my pants and underwear down around my
ankles. My dick had been very hard ever since she come
into the office and was dripping pre-cum from the tip. I
thought I might as well be nice and let her have her
choice so I took it in my hand and began to rub it up and
down along the crack of her ass, paying special attention
to her puckered brown asshole. All the while she had been
maintaining a steady stream of "please don't's" and "oh
no's" and so on while sobbing and sniffing.
As I rubbed my dick against her little brown hole the
pitch of her whining and begging went up and she added in
some rather forceful "please not there's" so I said "OK,
pussy it is" and moved my dick down and started to rub it
on the outside of her pussy. With the pre-cum and the
spit the outer part of her pussy was by now quite
slippery and I had no trouble pushing forward until I
could feel the resistance of her hymen against the tip of
my dick and I kept rubbing it in and out and around her
pussy for several seconds.
I really wanted to just jam it in there and fuck her real
hard but on the other hand I didn't want to turn her
against sex completely or hurt her so bad that she would
need medical attention so after a while I said, "This is
going to hurt a little bit," and started pushing steadily
in deeper and then pulling out, in deeper, then out.
After several strokes I pushed a little harder on an in-
stroke and felt the pressure ease against the tip of my
dick. So I kept going in deeper, then out, and as I got
deeper I could feel some of her natural lubrication
starting to ease the way. Or maybe it was just blood,
because on the out strokes I could see blood on my dick.
By this time her sounds had changed. I kept listening for
a moan that might indicate that she was starting to enjoy
it little bit but to be honest it sounded more like a
quiet, high-pitched wail of despair.
When I finally reached the bottom and was able to make
nice full strokes I realized that I was going to cum at
any time, but I wanted to fuck her for a while so I tried
to think of something other than the sexy, tight little
virgin pussy that I was fucking, so I wouldn't cum too
soon.
I looked at the clock and it was a little after 8:25 and
I decided to try to fuck her until 8:35 and then cum,
which would allow her 25 minutes to clean up and compose
herself before Daddy came to get her. I thought about
grocery store paperwork, my car and some other stuff and
I maintained a slow steady in and out fucking motion
while she maintained a low whine that would increase a
little on the deep strokes.
I managed to hold off my orgasm until the clock hit 8:35
and then I grabbed her hips a little more firmly and
looked down at her ass-hole and started to pound in and
out harder and faster. It took only a minute of this
before I felt my balls tighten up and my cum started to
spurt itself out of me. It was so good having her tight
little Asian twat wrapped around my dick as I cummed in
her.
I was pretty certain that she was not on the pill and
that I should pull out, but I just could not make myself
do it, so I pumped my cum up in her until she was full
and over flowing, so that I could feel the cum and blood
spilling out of her and down my balls.
When I was done cumming I pulled out slowly and looked
down to see her raw red pussy standing wide open and
dripping a mess on to the floor. By this time she was
just collapsed on to the desk crying and after about a
minute I went and got her panties and used them to wipe
myself off with and then used them to clean her up with a
little bit. I told her to get up and turn around and sit
on the desk.
She sat there for a while and calmed down and then went
to the ladies room across the hall to clean up some more
and wash her face. After she came back I told her that
she should tell her father that her register had been
short, she must have made a mistake, and that I had
really chewed her out and that was why she had been
crying. I also told her to remember that she was not to
wear panties to work in the future and that she could go
home.
So, that was the start of it. I worried for a while, of
course, that she would change her mind and tell her Dad,
but I didn't hear any repercussions and the next time she
worked I checked and she was naked under her skirt. She
was nowhere near as confident and uppity after that and
would occasionally break out crying when someone made her
mad instead of getting all nasty and it was only a couple
of weeks before I decided to press my luck a little
further.
I could go on and tell the whole story of how this
pretty, sweet, intelligent and innocent little ex-virgin
spent the next ten years of her life, but I think I'll
save it for another day.
I still see her on rare occasions but she doesn't have
any appeal to me anymore. These days she has that run-
down whorish look that I usually associate with I-HOP
waitresses.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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After class by beddybear
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After Class
by Beddybear (address withheld)
***
A high school teacher finally brings his fantasies
about a particular student to life. (M/f-teen, ped,
1st, oral, asian)
***
Thea Yang
Her name was Thea Yang. She was a very cute little
sixteen year old asian girl with a tendency to be shy.
The only reason she was taking his class was because
she thought she needed the credits to graduate.
Quentin Merran, or Mr. Merran to his students, still
had the enthusiasm of a young teacher. And he should
have, too, he was only twenty five. He taught Music
History. On most days he was just like one of the kids,
with the exception that he talked and knew more.
He had short blond hair that he spiked, and blue eyes.
As far as height, he was pretty average, but he worked
out often. His fiance made him.
Quentin had never considered himself a pervert. On
occasion he jokingly hit on some of his students, but
he was never really serious. Not that he didn't find
some of them attractive.
Thea in particular captured his attention. She wasn't a
cheerleader, or Prom Queen material, and boys didn't
fawn over her, but there was something indescribably
desirable about her. Perhaps it was the cute way she
walked, or how she stared at her shoes and played with
her hair when she was nervous or embarrassed. He
couldn't count the times he'd fantasized about having
her stay after class to "discuss her behavior."
On Thursday she was wearing a short black skirt with
thigh-high black and grey striped socks and a grey t-
shirt with the name of some band on it as she walked in
the door. When making the seating chart he'd purposely
put her in the front, closest to his desk. She sat
down, and, apparently being unused to wearing skirts,
left her legs open. He stared, silently, for a moment,
before realizing she was looking at him with a little
terror in her eyes.
"Am... I in trouble... Mr. Merran?" she asked
nervously.
He quickly replied that no, she wasn't, and started to
take attendance as he snuck a few more glances at the
little area between her parted legs. She had black
panties on, not the innocent white he'd so often
imagined. Without realizing it, he began formulating a
plan to get her out of those black panties.
During class, as he lectured and answered questions, he
continued to peek at her. He wondered what excuses he
could come up with to keep her in the room after
everyone else had gone. At ten minutes to the bell he
had decided.
***
It wasn't really right to like a teacher, Thea knew.
Especially one that was engaged. But she couldn't help
but like Mr. Merran. Even if he was a lot older than
her... He didn't seem to like her though. Whenever she
didn't know the answer, he decided to call on her, and
she felt like he was always watching her to see if she
wasn't paying attention.
***
At 12:15 the bell for lunch rang, and everyone got up
to leave.
"Not you, Thea." Quentin said.
"Oh no," she thought, "please don't let this be about
the project, please."
"It's about the project..." he started.
Thea mentally slapped herself in the face. That stupid
project, that stupid, stupid project!
"I wanted to tell you that there's a way to make up for
the points you lost for turning it in late."
She looked at him. Was this extra credit? He hadn't
mentioned extra credit before.... unless... she hadn't
been paying attention... Great, it was a trap. It had
to be a trap. After all, he hated her.
"If you'll kindly come over to my desk, I can explain
further."
Numbly, she followed him, dragging her feet. Her toe
caught a cord on the ground, and she tripped, shrieking
a little as she fell.
***
Quentin turned around just as she was falling. She
tumbled right into him. He could feel her breasts
against his stomach.
"Are you alright?" he asked, surprised.
"I'm, I'm sorry..." she half-stuttered, then winced. "I
think I twisted my ankle..."
"Here, I think they put a first-aid kit in the closet"
he said.
He led her over to the closet, which was actually
surprisingly large considering the small amount of junk
it actually stored. There were some chairs, so he sat
her down in one as he looked for the kit. He found it
after a bit of searching.
"Now let's have a look at that ankle," he told her.
Crouching down, he took off her shoe. From this angle
he could see her panties again. It looked like there
were little dark-grey rabbits on them. Jeez, when this
girl dressed, she went color-coordinated to the max.
"You know, you're a very cute girl" he said, trying to
make small talk.
"I... um... thank you... I think," she replied. "But...
I thought you didn't like me?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?" he laughed.
"Well, you call on me a lot and I don't know the answer
and you always point it out when I'm not paying
attention and-"
"Aha! So you admit, you really don't pay attention in
my class!" he said, teasing her.
Thea looked down. He could see that she was blushing.
They continued talking as he slowly moved his hand up
her leg. She didn't seem to notice. His fingertips
brushed the edge of her skirt before she finally
stammered, "M-Mr. Merran, w-what are you doing?"
"Don't worry" he assured her, "nothing bad is going to
happen."
He moved his hand further up her thigh. She was
blushing furiously, but stayed quiet. Propping her up a
little, he slid her panties down, bit by bit, then took
them off completely.
Now her pretty little pussy was in plain view. He
smiled up at her reassuringly. She looked back at him
with wide eyes, but didn't protest as he touched her.
Merran put a finger into her. Oh, he'd heard about
Asian girls before, but it was nothing like
experiencing it for himself. She was tight like nothing
he'd ever felt before. Thea gave a little gasp as she
felt him.
Slowly, he started finger-fucking her. "You like that?"
he asked. She panted slightly and nodded. He put
another finger in. Fuck but it was tight! He increased
the pace. She moved her feet up onto the chair and
scooted her ass closer to him, covering her eyes as she
did so.
He got up without taking his fingers out of her, and
undid his pants, then took them off. If normal hard-ons
pitched tents, his cock had made a house in his boxers.
He shed the remaining barrier between him and that
sweet teenage cunt quickly.
Finally he removed his fingers from the warm wetness,
and licked off her juices, savoring them. Then he
guided his cock to her hole. She groaned a little as it
went in.
"Are- you- a- virgin?" he asked between breaths.
"Yes," she replied. "You're- my- first- OW!"
The sensation her pussy was giving him was
overwhelming. He moved in and out of her faster and
faster now that he'd popped her cherry. Once the pain
had apparently settled she seemed to enjoy it.
***
Thea couldn't believe what was happening to her. Mr.
Merran, the handsome teacher she'd daydreamed about for
months, was making love to her. She felt like she could
just rip apart, he was so big. It was a good feeling
though. She pressed herself more onto his cock with
every stroke and forgot all about the project.
***
Quentin stopped his frenzied pussy-pounding and tried
to pull out of her as he came. She was just too tight
though, his dick didn't want to leave. It was like her
cunt was sucking him deeper. He spent his seed in her
hot pussy, and pulled out, against his manhood's will.
"Oh, no, it's- over?" she panted.
"Yeah" he said, then put a finger inside her and
scooped up some of the cum, which was starting to leak
out. "Hey- try this" he told her.
She sucked on his finger, tasting his cum and her
juices combined. "It doesn't taste as bad as I've
heard" she said, surprised.
"Well, I'm vegetarian, my spunk is supposed to taste
better" he informed her.
"Really? I'm a vegetarian too!" she giggled.
"I know one kind of meat you might like, though" he
said slyly. His cock was already getting hard again,
just thinking about it.
"What?" she asked.
He moved her hand down to his throbbing organ and let
her feel it.
"It's so hard!" she said, astonished.
"Why don't you give it a little lick, to see if you
like it?" he suggested.
Shyness gone, she got off the chair and knelt before
him. Still holding him, she moved her tongue to the
head of his cock and almost touched it before she let
go.
"Can I take my shirt off?" she asked. "I don't want
to... get anything on it."
"Yeah, sure," he said quickly. "Here, I'll help you."
He slid her shirt up over her head and arms and threw
it onto the chair, then undid her (black and grey, with
more rabbits) bra. Her tits matched the rest of her,
small and cute. He fondled one as she resumed where
she'd left off.
She began with a lick, then immersed the whole head of
his cock in her mouth. He groaned with pleasure as she
began moving up and down on him.
"Ahh, fuck yes," he said between gritted teeth. Without
fully realizing it, he grabbed the back of her head and
started making her go faster. He could feel her tongue
on the underside of his cock.
He came hard in her mouth, and she gagged a little. He
relaxed his grip on her and she took her mouth off him.
She paused for a minute to catch her breath before
asking him, "how did I do?"
"I think you earned those points back, along with some
extras" he told her, smiling. "And don't worry about
getting pregnant, I had a vasectomy last April. Now get
your clothes on, Lunch is almost over!" He kissed her
on the cheek as a conclusion.
Thea gathered her things and got dressed, hurried to
the door, then turned, said "Mr. Merran, I'm sorry I
thought you didn't like me," and left, blushing.
Quentin just kept smiling.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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