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The guy told me he knew a friend of a friend who dealt 

in the sex-slave trade. He said that he could introduce 

me to someone who could accommodate my needs. (MF, prost,

intr, bd, asian)

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Ky and I sat at the dining room table playing Gin while 

waiting for the delivery. It was about 8:20 p.m. on a 

Friday night, and "they" were overdue. 

Ky (pronounced Key) had hooked me up with these guys, 

cause he knew how lonely I was getting, and how tired I 

was of the usual bar scene. An overweight, slightly 

balding widower in his mid 40's doesn't always do so 

well there with most of the stuck up American girls, 

with their grandiose attitudes. Asian girls appeared to 

be a lot easier to deal with, more loving and willing. 

I met Ky, a Cambodian who escaped the Kamir Rouge in the 

70's in 1981 at work. His story is right out of "The 

Killing Fields". He managed to make it to the U.S., got 

a good education and became a citizen. We remained 

friends after we both moved on to bigger and better 

things and he knew I was partial to Asian women since I 

would talk to him about them a great deal since my wife 

passed on. 

I asked him if he knew of this underground slave trading 

that went on between the U.S. and Asia. Girls (or 

whatever you had in mind) were "imported" into the 

States from a variety of countries and sold on the black 

market. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not into slavery, 

although I have to admit, I have browsed some of the S/M 

sites around the web and found it somewhat provocative, 

but I'm not in favor of non-consensual sex. 

I was just looking for something I couldn't find here. 

This trading wasn't just for slaves, but for any kind of 

companionship, marriage, affairs, etc. He told me he 

knew a friend of a friend of a friend that new of a 

friend that dealt in the trade, that he could introduce 

me to that could accommodate me. 

We had met Hu and his "associates" a month ago and 

negotiated a deal. It would cost me $6,000, half up 

front, which I thought was pretty reasonable considering 

what I was spending to date some of the low life western 

girls out there. In return he would deliver a variety of 

women to choose from. 

As we played cards, I could look across the living room 

through the glass doors to the patio of my ground floor 

condo, and keep an eye on the parking lot. A brand new 

Cadillac and a van with a lot of glass pulled up. 

"They're here!" I said trying to collect the cards, "Get 

the door."

A large contingency of people quickly moved from the 

vehicles, across the lawn, and to the entryway. Ky 

opened the door and motioned them into the living room. 

5 girls filed into the room, and lined up in front of 

the loveseat separating the living room from the dining 

room. they were followed by one of Hu's men, then Hu 

made his entrance to the dining room toward me followed 

by his second man. 

Ky closed the door as Hu and I shook hands. Hu dressed 

in a tailored suite, and looked like a Mafia Don, while 

his men dressed in street clothes and jackets, with 

obvious bulges where their weapons were. I thought 

"These guys don't mess around" while Ky looked a little 

pale.

"Greetings M. Bart. It is nice to see you again." Hu 

said bowing slightly with a devious grin on his face. "I 

bring you Number One choice here, what do you think?" he 

said, waving his arm to present the girls.

"Very nice," I said, "Have a seat. Glass of wine?"

"You are most gracious, thank you."

"Something for your men?"

"No, thank you. And how is M. Ky this evening?"

Ky just glared at him, like he hated him from a previous 

life. 

Hu chuckled lightly. 

"Have a seat, Ky," I suggested as I pulled the seat out 

next to me. "So, you see something that appeals to you?" 

Hu motioning to the girls.

Ky and I looked them over. All were dressed casually and 

stood practically at attention, but looking down. They 

were all very pretty, and young. None could have been 

over 25. The first three had dark complexions, and were 

a bit scrawny looking. The last two more healthy looking 

and fairer but all appeared to need a bath and looked 

disheveled from wherever they came. I whispered to Ky, 

"The two on the right Japanese?" 

"Yes, the others Chinese."

"The one on the left is Thai," Hu interrupted. 

"Can we see them nude?" I asked Hu, thinking pretty 

ballsy of me. He looked at me then nodded to Ky. Ky rose 

some and loudly, gave a short order to Hu's men in 

Chinese. I though this must be some fraternity I don't 

know about. The two men started motioning with their 

arms and shouting at the girls, and the first three 

started to disrobe. Then the other two followed along. 

One of the men closed the curtain.

After a few minutes, there they stood, at attention 

again, five beautiful Asian girls, totally nude, for my 

viewing pleasure. I looked at Ky. He seemed transfixed 

with the Thai, I seemed to lean toward the Japanese. The 

men ordered them to turn 180 degrees to show us their 

backs, then had them turn back again. We scrutinized 

them closer. 

The Thai had curly hair to her neck, straight shoulders, 

32B breasts, small nipples, nice hips and legs, and a 

Shirley Temple face, but with very evil looking 

eyebrows. She sort of smiled with attitude.

China1 had long straight hair down to the middle of her 

back and parted off center with strands hanging in her 

face. Her figure similar to the Thai but with incredibly 

dark nipples that pointed to the ceiling, her face plain 

and unremarkable. 

China2 was the shortest of the group and had nice 

flowing shoulder length hair parted in the middle. This 

girl had the typical squinty eyes and a cute face, but 

no figure to speak of. Flat-chested, flat ass, and skin 

to the bone, kind of unhealthy looking Jap1 had long 

straight hair, with curls at the sides of her forehead. 

She had a harder face, with stronger Oriental accents, 

high eyebrows and thick lips on a small mouth. Larger 

36D breasts with nice cleavage and large flat nipples, 

wide hips and large ass but with short stubby legs, and 

a big bush.

Jap2 had long black hair to below her shoulders, parted 

off center, but with cute bangs to her eyebrows. She had 

large almond eyes on the prettiest face. Her breasts 

were large and well proportioned with perfect nipples 

that were hardening by the second. She had a soft round 

ass on near perfect legs, all in all the most complete 

girl of the group.

After a few minutes, Hu said bluntly, "You make choice 

now!"

"Not so fast, I don't even know anything about these 

girls."

"What you want to know? I tell you!"

"I'd rather ask them myself if you don't mind."

"How you gonna do that, they hardly speak English?" 

"I have my interpreter here," I said pointing to Ky "

We'll do it in the bedroom privately, so they can answer 

honestly." 

"You not use my girls! They not for pleasure yet unless 

you want them all!" Hu protested.

"Relax, we're just going to take a closer look, and ask 

some questions, with the door open, alright?" We headed 

for the bedroom suite "Send the first girl in."

Hu ordered the Thai to go with us. She protested 

thinking we were gonna do her. He ordered her again, 

then she went. 

When she got to the bedroom, I asked her if she spoke 

English. She looked her answer, so Ky spoke to her in 

Chinese. They had a quaint little conversation, I think 

Ky was buttering her up, she was smiling.

I asked the questions, and Ky translated: How long have 

you been in America? Do you like America and Americans? 

Do you want to stay? What is your education? Etc, etc, 

etc. This gave us an opportunity to take a closer look 

at things like skin complexion, teeth, personal hygiene, 

how she'd look with my dick in her mouth, y'know, the 

usual male stuff. 

We also asked if she had been hurt or abused by these 

men, which she got pretty nervous about. Ky said she 

thought we were going to tell Hu this stuff, but we 

reassured her that it was just between us. She relaxed 

and said that they had been treated very well, and not 

even touched by anyone. 

I was reluctant about this whole thing that these girls 

were just gonna be a bunch of bimbo hookers, that's why 

I was taking my time taking a close look. I was spending 

a lot of money, and didn't want to rush into a mistake. 

I also took a precaution of making an appointment with a 

doctor friend of mine to thoroughly check out whomever I 

picked later on that weekend.

The last thing we asked this girl to do was a little 

strange, we asked her to climb onto the bed on all fours 

to get a view of her ass and pussy. She gave us a 

strange look, but then complied. I had to hold Ky back. 

She was gorgeous. She was a tight little package.

We thanked her, and sent her back with the others, and 

asked the next girl in while I made mental computations 

for scoring. 

We continued interviewing to the last girl. They all had 

their strong points and any man wouldn't be disappointed 

with any one of them.

When the last girl came in, she appeared much more 

nervous to the point of shaking with goose bumps (even 

though it was August) She was sweet, and innocent and 

you could tell that she just had never been exposed to 

this sort of thing before. I asked her if she spoke 

English and she said yes, one of the few that did. 

We asked her the same questions. She tried to respond. 

"I see you're scared, but relax, we won't hurt you," I 

said. 

She shook her head. 

"Can I get you something, a drink perhaps?" 

"No," she said. 

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" 

She shook her head yes. I motioned her toward the bath, 

and closed the door behind her.

Ky and I took the moment to compare notes. If he wasn't 

already married with children, he'd take the Thai in a 

minute. But we both seemed to agree that this cute 

little girl was the one for me. What we gleaned from the 

brief interview was that she was the best educated with 

the most ambition, but yet submissive enough to do 

whatever she was told.

When she came back out, she seemed a little better, no 

goose bumps, but her nipples still stood straight out. 

She looked down most of the time, embarrassed by her 

nakedness, but she looked up for a moment and gave me a 

sweet smile that melted my heart.

We all proceeded back to the rest of the group. She went 

back around the loveseat and took her place with the 

others, who were now kneeling/ sitting on the floor. Ky 

and I took our places at the table. Hu a little calmer 

after emptying the bottle of wine "So M. Bart, you have 

made a decision?" "I've decided on the little Japanese 

girl" I replied.

"An excellent choice, I was going to keep that one for 

myself," he said Looking at the girl with his devious 

smile. "By the way, what's her Name?" I asked. 

"Yumi. Yumico Fujizawa," he said as he looked over to 

his men. He gave them an order. 

All the girls except Yumi got up and dressed quickly 

while one of the men ran out the door. When he returned, 

he dropped a duffel bag on the floor, which I assumed to 

be Yumi's at which point Hu stood finishing his wine. 

"Now M. Bart, we have an agreement, yes?" I pulled an 

envelope with the balance of the money from my pocket, 

and handed it to Hu. 

He in return handed me an envelope with the necessary 

papers for her to be here. We shook hands as Hu said, 

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, I hope you 

enjoy your purchase." 

With that, one man opened the door and they all followed 

Hu out leaving Yumi still on the floor. 

"These guys were making me nervous," I said to Ky. 

"They bad men," Ky replied. 

"Do you think they would come back and try and kidnap 

her back?" I asked. 

"I don't think so, they move a lot of merchandise, and 

have reputation to keep up." 

I patted Ky on the back, "Ky, I really appreciate all 

the help you've been, I couldn't have done it without 

you." 

"Oh no problem, as long as you will be happy now." 

"Well we'll see." 

"I think I'll head home, you don't need me now." 

"Thanks Ky, I'll call you." I walked Ky outside to his 

car.

* * *

Yumi 

When I came back in, she was crying. Tears rolling down 

her face, eyes closed. I walked to the back of the 

loveseat separating us and looked down at her, God she 

is beautiful. 

"Why do you cry?" I asked. 

She didn't reply, but started to compose herself. I 

picked up one of my cats that had come out from under 

the bed after everyone left and was now sitting on a 

dining room chair, and walked into the living room and 

sat down on the loveseat not quite in front of her. I 

put the cat to her chest, and she hugged it close while 

I wiped her tears from her cheek. She settled down, and 

stroked the cat.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

She nodded her head yes, and continued cuddling the cat, 

a smile starting to form as the cat purred and talked. 

"How's pizza sound?"

She nodded her head again. I called, and rounded up the 

necessities in the kitchen then took a piss break.

* * *

When I came back, she was still sitting there, you know, 

how they kind of kneel with their calves and feet out to 

each side, instead of under their buttocks like western 

woman do. She was developing friendships with the cats 

and smiling like a little girl with a doll.

BING-BONG!

Pizza guy.

I paid the guy, him standing out in the entryway, didn't 

even look in or notice this beautiful nude girl sitting 

on the floor. I set the pizza down on the table and 

called, "Yumi?"

She got up and scurried over quickly to me and knelt 

down on the floor before me, bowing. I pulled a chair 

out and lifted her by the arm and motioned her to have a 

seat.

I tried to establish communications with her as we ate.

"What part of Japan you from?"

"Kanazawa in Ishikawa"

"You have family there?"

"Mother, father, younger sister."

"Miss them?"

"Yes, very much."

"Well, I guess we could give them a call tomorrow."

With that statement, her eyes lit up, and a big smile 

crossed her face, and she looked me in the eyes for the 

first time.

"You can call Japan?"

"Sure. It may cost a few bucks, but I don't see a 

problem."

"Oh, that would be very nice of you to do this."

With that, she relaxed with a contented look on her 

face, and continued eating. I sat across from her and 

had a hard time not staring at her, she was gorgeous and 

well mannered. Each time she leaned over to take a bite, 

her nipples brushed the edge of the table, and stood out 

a little more. I thought I must be dreaming to be this 

lucky, this wonderful girl here, I didn't even know, or 

know me, sitting naked, eating pizza, not objecting one 

bit.

After we finished the pizza and cleaned up, I said, 

"Would you like to take a shower with me?" She agreed, 

then followed as we went to the bedroom suite. 

* * *

In the bathroom, I prepared the shower, and was 

surprised when Yumi began unbuttoning my shirt, then my 

pants. After the last article was removed, she held her 

hand to her mouth and giggled. 

What a confidence builder. 

I didn't pursue the laugh, I was too afraid of what it 

was for. At least she didn't gag or hurl I thought, but 

also, this kept me from having too obvious a hard-on. 

We got into the shower, and Yumi closed her eyes as the 

water saturated her body. I took the soap and a 

washcloth and lathered the two up, washed her face then 

down her shoulders and arms, then came back up for her 

chest. Using my left hand behind her back for support, I 

lathered up those luscious tits and nipples, then her 

belly and pussy. 

By now, my increasing hard-on was rubbing against her 

hip and thigh lubricated by the soap running down her 

body and as I continued probing deeper into her cunt, 

she moaned as she began stroking my cock. I pushed the 

cloth deep into her slit, and she gasped deeply. Then up 

into her asshole, and massaged the two together for a 

few moments while she continued stroking me nearer to 

climax. 

I moved my left hand down her back and soaped up a few 

fingers, and worked one in and out of her ass, then 

dropped the cloth and continued in her pussy with my 

right hand, concentrating on her now extended clit. 

She worked my cock like a pro, faster and faster, and 

looked down at it the whole time as my hands worked her 

clit, pussy and asshole with the same rhythm. She moaned 

louder and louder, and mumbled something in Japanese I 

couldn't understand and soon, I could feel her 

shuddering and as her orgasm started, she closed her 

eyes and tilted her head back "Oooohhhh" ing the whole 

time. 

I couldn't hold back any longer and as she stroked, I 

blew my load all over her thigh and bush. She pumped and 

pumped, and squeezed the cum out of my dick, and looked 

down curiously as the goo mingled with the shower water 

and dribbled down her leg. She looked back at me with 

the same curiosity, those big dark eyes wondering, and I 

wanted to kiss her sweet lips but refrained to keep her 

a little off balance. I wanted so much to fall in love 

with this girl, but at the same time, wanted to keep her 

curiously submissive, and didn't want to spoil her right 

off.

We held each other for a while, and I knew that this 

girl was what I had been looking for. We caressed each 

other's body a while until we were rudely interrupted by 

the hot water turning to cold.

Yumi followed me back into the bedroom. I laid her down 

on the bed and started to massage her clit again. The 

more I rubbed, the more she parted her legs for me and 

the damper she got. I slid off the bed onto the floor to 

get a better look at this most perfect Asian cunt, which 

was, just at the edge of the bed now, and pushed her leg 

up, resting her feet on the bed. It's amazing how their 

hips can allow their legs to spread so much wider apart 

than western women, that she formed an "M" with her 

pussy at the bottom of the "V" part.

Allowing me full access to her, I inserted two fingers, 

and licked her clit while I reached for a cock shaped 

10" dildo from the nightstand. When my tongue touched 

her, she bucked and started her second orgasm writhing 

back and forth and moaning loudly. By now, she was just 

dripping wet, when I pushed the dildo into her, and she 

bucked violently again, screaming in ecstasy. I worked 

the dildo in and out and was amazed the she took a good 

8-inches of it till it bottomed out.

Continuing to work the dildo, I crawled back on the bed, 

and positioned myself beside her on my knees with my 

cock at her face. She looked at it with that sweet smile 

on her face, and I rested it on her lips. She kissed the 

underneath of it, then used her tongue to lick the 

entire length of it, and bit at it teasingly. 

As I struggled to reach the dildo from my angle, I led 

one of her hands to take over which she did perfectly, 

continuing to work it in and out of herself. As she 

opened her mouth to groan, I pushed my cock in, which 

she willingly accepted. 

As she worked her dildo in and out, I worked my dick in 

and out, the vision bringing me to a boil and ready to 

spill over, I just couldn't resist pulling out, and 

painting her face with my cum. She didn't care, she was 

going to town with that toy as I shot the first two wads 

on her face, then put it back in her mouth where she 

milked the rest of it dry.

I leaned over next to her when I finished and watched 

her continue to play as she looked at me smiling. Wiping 

my finger across her cheek scooping up some of my cream, 

I smeared it to her lips and into her mouth. She sucked 

my finger clean, and I continued this till her face was 

dry. 

When we finished, Yumi curled up in my arms, dildo still 

implanted in her cunt, and we dozed off to sleep.

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               Asian Trucker Groupie

Tiana        

My name is Tiana, a shortened version of my original

Korean name. Until I was 16 years old, I was brought

up in a very strict home, protected (smothered) by my

parents, four brothers, and both sets of grandparents.

When I was given the opportunity to become an exchange

student in the United States, I filled out all the

paperwork secretly and forged the necessary signatures.

I quickly immersed myself in the minute details of

Americana, learning the language flawlessly. I per-

fected it and blended into the culture, leaving my

repressive family behind me forever.

I became the mistress of a man in a high government

position and fucked him often, catering to his Asian

fantasies and adding a few variations of my own. An-

cestors of mine, whom I somehow felt a special kin to,

had left behind some very erotic, explicit diaries,

which I smuggled into the USA, and I used their

audacious advice to further my own ends.

My high placed friend, once his balls were drained and

I untied him, was grateful enough to make sure I was

transformed, without going through channels, into a

legal American citizen.

With my dark, gleaming hair, pearly complexion and

long-waisted, graceful body, I learned quickly that

American men found me very appealing, carnally. When

Ron came charging into my life on his big tractor-

trailer, I saw a handsome, all-American man on a white

horse. I was 23 and wanted nothing more than to become

his wife. I teased him mercilessly, refusing to sleep

with him until our honeymoon night, citing, with

demure, dark eyes, my nearly virginal status.

He was stunned when his bashful bride turned foul-

mouthed slut and smoking pistol in bed, sucking his

cock down her long, white throat and swallowing his

cum with glee, then riding his dick until he blew hot

jizz into his wildfire Korean bride.

My husband was a long-distance trucker and a very good

lover. He fucked me like a gigolo before he went away

on one of his long trips, and it was wonderful. I'd

cook a sumptuous Korean feast, with a fancy tablecloth

and candles on the table, and dress in something short

and tight from home.

After an hour of staring into each other's eyes across

the beautiful dinner, knowing we wouldn't be seeing

each other for a week or more, we ended up fucking on

the table.

We never had the patience to get completely naked; I

loved it best when he just shoved my skirt up and out

of his way, pushed my panties to one side, dropped his

drawers, and sluiced his dick into me.

Snorting and pawing at each other, we made rough and

tumble love on the rickety tabletop, rattling the

crockery, sometimes sending a few dishes to the floor,

coming together in matching heat and wetness.

When we got down on our knees and started cleaning up

the mess, Ron would be so aroused by my bare ass stick-

ing up, messily oozing his sperm, more often than not

he'd have another go at me, pumping his sticky prick

into me from behind while I hurled my ass into his

crazed thrusts.

He would dive into my pussy and ate me until I was

breathless from coming so often, and I sucked his hard-

knobbed dick for hours on end, swallowing the ensuing

cum fountain joyously.

The sex was spectacular, but after five years, I

couldn't take being a trucker's wife any more. Ron

refused to even consider taking a job that brought him

home every night.

Later I found out he had not one, but two other wives,

in other states, and kids, too. I was the only legal

wife, and childless, for which I was thankful. I

cheated, too. A hot-blooded descendent of those erotic

diarists, I felt compelled to.

I was still in my twenties and had too strong an id to

just passively hang out at home watching soap operas

while Ron was on the road. I wanted -- needed -- more

stimulation -- more cock! -- than I was getting from

my lovely husband.

I started frequenting a bar, at first just for the

friendly atmosphere. Then I met Mike, a bearded, fun,

short-haul trucker. We struck up a lively discussion

about the baseball game playing on the wide-screen TV.

He was impressed by my knowledge of the game and how

well I knew the players -- and he confessed my exotic

oriental looks turned him on.

When, after a couple of drinks, he challenged me to

get up and sing Karaoke, then joined me in a medley of

silly songs like "Purple People Eater" and "Does Your

Chewing Gum Lose its Flavor on the Bedpost Overnight?"

(And knew all the words!). I was hooked, ready to hump

him right there on stage.

Instead, we headed over to his apartment, where things

came to a boil very quickly between us. Mike unbuttoned

my blouse while we were still standing outside his

apartment, before he even put his key in the lock. "I

can't wait," he whispered. "I've never made it with an

Asian girl before, I can't wait!"

I was so excited, my pussy heavily moist, I told him,

"Neither can I!"

He uncovered my braless boobs, kissing them as though

he'd never stop, and I leaned eagerly into his sucking,

lapping mouth and moaned, "Mike, let's go into your

apartment, or I swear, I'll fuck you here in the hall,"

I warned licking his earlobe.

"Promise?" he said, his eyes boring into mine.

We compromised. Embracing, laughing, we tumbled into

his apartment, slammed the door behind us and fucked,

standing up, against the wall next to his front door.

Our kisses were frantic, our tongues dirty-dancing

insanely; he kept kissing my tits, sucking the nipples

until they stung with desire. "Fuck me," I moaned

urgently between kisses. "You're driving me crazy --

fuck me, Mike!"

I worked on his jeans, impatiently opening his belt,

button, and zipper. I hooked my fingers into his

briefs; (he wore the see-through, translucent kind

where you could see his cock, balls, and pubic hair

underneath). I just dragged them down to his ankles,

detouring briefly to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on his

cock-head.

Mike did the same to me, except he did some showing

off by pulling down the zipper on my No Excuses jeans

with his teeth. It was fast, out of control, thrilling.

I pressed my behind into his wall and he laced his

hands around my ass cheeks.

"Open wide," he said, and I parted my thighs. Mike

slipped his swollen cock straight up into my pussy and

I mewed, low and deep, loving the way it felt sliding

in ... we started moving together, rutting furiously.

He jammed his dick into and out of me while I rotated

my pussy feverishly around and around his shank.

I came really quickly, even for me. "I'm there, Mike,

I'm coming, oh, I love a man who knows how to fuck!"

His cock had this great hook in it, and it felt as if

it were ricocheting off areas no man's cock had even

reached. I was so primed, so turned on, I kept on com-

ing, constantly juicing Mike's cock as he plunged it

in and out. I could feel him squeezing my buns, tickl-

ing my sparse anal hair, and it made the pleasure even

more intense.

Finally, Mike's groans, which had been almost whispery

before, turned triumphant, ecstatic. His body snapped

tight, and I felt his dick bulge inside me.

He launched his cock in me to the balls and shivered

against me, pressing his sweaty face between my neck

and shoulder. I came once more, a small, fluttering

spasm, and pressed my lips to his bearded face in

thanks.

Before he slid his cock out of my cum-filled hole, he

kissed me, a sweet, gentle kiss that made me feel as

if, for that last orgasmic moment, I was in love.

Mike turned out to be a fantastic cunt-snacker too,

and he really got off on eating my pussy after he'd

fucked a big wad into it. His beard tickled my thighs

as he pulled my clit between his teeth and sucked the

hell out of it. I saw stars of pleasure bursting behind

my closed eyelids, and I trapped him in the maw of my

snatch and wouldn't let him go until I was good and

ready to.

Mike wasn't in the least dismayed at being so delight-

fully detained. When I came, he drank my gooey eruption

mixed with his and, judging by all the gulping groan-

ing, enjoyed himself thoroughly. "You taste and smell

better than American girls," he whispered in my ear

once, "like your cunt honey is. . . ambrosial."

I found his cock very easy to deep-throat and went down

on him as often as was seemly, and once, in a darkened

movie theater, when it definitely wasn't!

Our relationship continued whenever Ron was out of

town. My husband and lover knew nothing about each

other, which suited me perfectly. I had the best of

both worlds.

Everything fell apart when Mike, buried to the nuts in

my slushy snatch, asked me to marry him. I was forced

to confess that I was already married, and he expressed

horror at my infidelity.

I tearfully explained about my absentee husband, giving

a wringing-hands speech, and he forgave me and agreed

to continue seeing me. I couldn't help noticing that

something disappeared from our relationship after that

-- tenderness, long, luscious foreplay -- and we rarely

did anything except get together to hump.

He didn't take me to anymore baseball games and we

stopped going to the bar where we'd met to sing silly

Karaoke songs. After a while, I started feeling more

like a receptacle for Mike's jism, and finally got up

the guts to tell him so. "I just never felt the same

about you after you told me your were cheating on your

husband, Tiana. I think we'd better cool it for a

while."

Another woman might have told him to fuck off, but I

wasn't ready to give such fantastic screwing -- and, I

hoped, neither was he. "Fuck me once more, Mike?" I

asked, and he smiled and nodded. He took me to the best

hotel in town and made delicious love to me in the

king-sized bed.

I remember every second of it clearly, we knew it was

our last time together and we bother worked to make it

special. Mike gave me a dozen red roses, already

arranged in a crystal vase. I sniffed a couple of the

flowers, set them on the night table, stepped forward

and stripped off first his clothes, then mine. Before

we fell onto the bed in an entwined tangle, I danced

my lips across his body, working my way from the top

of his head to the bottoms of his feet.

The spirit of my ancestors came out in full force. I

could feel the muscular cords in his thighs tensing as

I pressed lingering French kisses on his flesh, maneu-

vering from north to south, hips to knees. His cock

began to rise, a majestic pillar protruding splendidly

from his groin. I watched it grow from the corner of

my eye and shivered, wanting to immediately impale

myself on it. I kept flashing back to our first,

frenzied coupling against the wall in his apartment,

how overpowering and shattering it had been, and I

trembled from wanting him so badly.

Still, I refused to rush it. Kneeling nude in the lush

carpet, I spent a long time licking his cock up and

down, sipping his warm pre-cum each time it spewed

from the tip. I planned to eat his shaft just until

his cock was as hard as I liked it for fucking, but I

ended up giving him a full-blown head job, plowing my

lips up and down until he exploded. I swallowed his

salty seed as it hit the back of my throat, reveling

in his blissful cries of fulfillment.

Mike tackled me to the carpet, burrowed between my legs

and gave as good as he'd gotten, squirming tongue be-

tween my pussy lips, diddling my clit, turning my

snatch to scalding lava as he sucked and licked my slot

from front to asshole. I pummeled his face with my cunt

and came over and over, filling his mouth with gushes

of hot honey. Mike drank my seedless juice, burying

himself deep inside me, wetting his face up to the ears

in my nectar.

In bed, I lay on my back and pulled my bent knees

against my shoulders, spreading open my gash for my

lover. Bending to gently kiss my tits, Mike poised

above me in the "push-up" position. He slid his cock

home, pushing it in, stirring it around, until his

balls bumped my bun cheeks. Finally, he slipped his

arms around my back and fell, belly to belly, on top

of me.

I was wide open to his cock's deep, passionate dips

and turns, and I kept my eyes on his face as he con-

centrated on bringing me the ultimate pleasure. Mike

pumped his cock into me, gliding it in, out, in, out,

using the sweet, torturous cadence that we'd both come

to need. I came twice, two jolting orgasms that pounded

throughout my pussy and the rest of my body like tower-

ing tidal waves.

Before Mike came, I told him to let me get on top; we

switched positions and I leaped up and down on his

shaft as if it were a lusty pogo stick. He held my

hands, then my breasts, and, feeling the long- delayed

climax swooping over him, my waist. I felt his cock

explode in my pussy, spraying the thrumming walls with

spunk.

He dragged me down and gave me a prolonged kiss, all

spit and swirling tongues, then kissed his way to my

neck and stuck his tongue in my ear, a gesture he'd

learned early on turned me into a wild woman. For old

times' sake, we did the old pump and grind against the

hotel room wall. I screamed when Mike creamed my pussy

one more time, the sound equal parts ecstasy and loss.

We sadly said our good-byes. I took my vase of roses

and we ended our affair. "I love you," I thought I

heard Mike call out, but the door had shut behind me

and I wasn't sure.

Ron and I split a year and a half later, a quickie

divorce. I didn't find out about his other two wives

for a long time, and by then, immersed in my free-

wheeling, any-trucker's-cock-in-a-storm/sex-for-fun

lifestyle, I laughed it off.

I started hitchhiking across the country, sticking out

my thumb only when guys driving big rigs blasted by.

If, when he pulled over and opened the door, he was

reasonably good-looking and personable, I'd coax him

into pulling off to the shoulder for some spontaneous

screwing.

I had a real ball seducing these knights of the road,

climbing up into their cabs, talking sexy, seating

myself on their up-thrust lances, going up, down and

all around in their laps whiles they breathed harshly

in my ear, kissed the back of my neck, my lips, and

hoisted their dicks up into me with abandon. They loved

my unusual dark, sensuous eyes and my exotic skin tone,

"It's like fucking a woman you know you shouldn't,

forbidden, dangerous, but you can't stay away," one

said after I'd given him head for a full hour, swallow-

ed his outpouring of cum, then humped him with immense

pleasure for both of us. Sometimes I faced them, other

times I looked out the windshield at a distant object

while they pronged me.

I always came noisily and often, feeling a warm, wet

rush as their spunk billowed from the heads of their

cocks into my satiated pussy. It wasn't unusual for me

to do a guy more than once in my cross- country trek,

and I swiftly became known as Tiana, the Trucker's

Talented Alabaster-Skinned Tail.

A fond favorite of mine was Jimmy. He was only 22, so

full of verve and energy, he almost wore my out. He

didn't like making it in the cab of the truck -- "too

confining," -- he complained -- so we usually ended up

in his trailer. Since he often transported the contents

of people's homes from state to state, we often had our

choice of bouncy mattresses to hump on.

Jimmy, a guy with an 11-inch, salami-thick cock, turned

me on to getting fucked from behind. He prepped me for

more than half an hour beforehand, looping his tongue

all over my pussy, wriggling first one, then two, then

three fingers deep into my pussy while frenziedly

thumbing my clit. The combination was electrifying; he

made me come three times that way, the orgasms even

more outrageous because I couldn't see him finger-

fucking me. It could have been anyone back there!

He arranged me on all fours then slipped a heavily

lubricated condom on his stiff dick. Looking over my

shoulder at his gigantic hard-on, I shivered. Jimmy,

mistaking my arousal for fear, said, "Tiana, it'll fit,

I swear! You're gonna love it! A girl like you is made

for this!"

"Fuck me," I said, feeling a pagan sensation of lust

corkscrewing through my belly. Jimmy whooped with glee,

spread open my pussy, then split it open with his cock.

Those first few strokes made me feel as if there was

no room for him, condom or not, but when Jimmy produced

a zzzzzing vibrator out of nowhere and applied it to my

clit, a pleasure bomb exploded in my cunt, mushrooming

through every nerve ending. He pumped his shaft into

and out of my pussy while I played the vibrator back

and forth across my clit. Jimmy came only once, his

exploding cock throbbing uncontrollably.

I, humping crazily backwards and forwards between real

and plastic cocks, not sure if I was going, but

positive I was coming, blew off more times than I could

keep track of. I traveled with the ever-ready Jimmy for

nearly a month, sapping his cock in my mouth, snatch

and fists whenever it suited us -- and it suited us

constantly!

After we mutually decided it was time for a change, he

dropped me off on the highway, kissing me deeply and

giving my tit an affectionate squeeze. I stuck out my

thumb and was picked up somewhere in Wisconsin by a

45-foot trailer. When I hauled my ass into the truck,

I saw the driver was Mike. "Tiana!" he said exultantly.

"My favorite Korean love glove!"

He and I were attached at the groins not five minutes

later for a wet, wild reunion, coming nearly on con-

tact. We're living together now, talking about getting

married.

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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.

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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.

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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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