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[jaslim_87]

I would be uploading quite a few stories here. About 30 odd... Not written by me, but from a website many many years ago. I dont even remember the website. For your reading pleasures.. Cheers bros!

[jaslim_87]

Arranged Marriage

"Doctor, thanks for seeing me on such notice," I said.

"Don't mention it. What is troubling you, Ar...jun?" the psychiatrist said. "Did I pronounce your name correctly?"

"Yes, Dr. Raju," I replied. "Well my problem is that I am unable to perform sexually with my wife ever since I married her."

"Do you mean you could have sex with your wife before you married her?" the doctor said as he rubbed his goatee.

"Doctor, I had an arrange marriage. My parents arranged it as it is our custom in India. I hardly spoke with my wife till we got married by our priest. And I have never had sex with my wife and it has been a year," I spoke with despair as I looked around the
comfortable office of the doctor.

"Let me see," the doctor said as he looked at the form I had filled out in the waiting room. "You are twenty-five years old and your wife is twenty-one."

"Yes," I said looking downwards.

"You could help me very much if you could tell me anything that you believe could have caused this problem," the doctor asked.

"I do know what is causing this problem. That is why I am here. I hope you can help me," I replied. I had taken a sip of water that the kind receptionist had brought in.

"I can understand that it may be difficult to divulge what happened but unless I know what is behind your problem, I won't be able to help you. Can you please tell me in your words what is causing this and take as much time as you need. I know it is difficult," Dr.
Raju said in a soft voice.

I began to recount the events that took place ten years ago. I didn't find it difficult at all. In fact its memory was the only thing that would spring my penis to life. Unfortunately even my beautiful wife's naked body sprawled on a bed could not keep my penis erect.

"When I was fifteen years old, my father who was a very wealthy businessman in India had some trouble with some investors in a land deal. Unfortunately they didn't take the loss kindly. I didn't know anything about this at that time. It was just one Sunday evening at home, we were all sitting down enjoying a Hindi film, an Indian movie. The maids all had the day off. My elder brother and his new wife, my elder sister and my parents were having tea and snacks when there was a heavy knocking on the door.
My mom went to open the door and suddenly there were these very dangerously looking men in my house. There were seven of them. One of them held my mom with a knife to her throat. She was terribly scared," I said and slowly sipped some more water.
The doctor didn't move or say anything, so I continued. "These men were lowlife crooks. They had tied us up, just the men to the chairs. My father pleaded to the men that he knew why they were here and that he would personally cover the losses. He begged them to leave and that he would even give them extra money. The men held my mother, my brother's wife and my sister. They were touching them in the privates
while my father kept pleading. They trashed the furniture to make room in the family room. One of them had a video camera and placed it on a tripod at the corner of the room. The leader casually with a scissor ripped off my sister-in-law's clothes as he
told my father that nothing would change what was going to happen tonight. I heard my father moan and my brother shrieking them to stop. They slapped him real hard and laughed. My brother's wife was shaking all over trying to get away from their grip but to no avail as all her clothes were removed in pieces. Then they just let her stand there in front of us in her full nakedness. She didn't even try to cover herself. That was when I got hard in my pants. Next they worked on my mother and ripped of her clothes too.
Lastly they got my sister naked. Even though I was scared, my body reacted to the sight of their nudity. The men lustily watched the show. Then the guys started getting naked."

I had paused and the doctor prodded me to continue.

"They had their way. With their dicks of various sizes, they rammed them into my mom's pussy and shoved them into my then eighteen years old sister's mouth. My sister-in-law gave one of them a blow-job while the other fucked her from behind. It seemed that the women enjoyed themselves. I heard my mom moaning as they pounded into her. My sister-in-law was a real slut finding any dick to suck and my sister just kept
prodding the men to take her one by one. The whole thing took seven eight hours. In the end, they lifted each of the women with their legs spread out and shoved their pussies into our faces one by one. They told me to lick it so I had to lick their semen off my sister's, my sister-in-law's and my mom's pussy. They did the same to my dad and my brother. It was totally humiliating but I had an orgasm myself. My poor father in the end paid the money and got the videotape which he immediately incinerated it over the
stove."

"I see," the doctor said thoughtfully. "What happened to your family after this?"

"Amazingly things went back to normal. Like nothing ever happened. But for me, it changed me forever. My mother acted like my mother. My sister and sister-in-law never even mentioned the episode. But my mind went crazy. Before going to bed every night,
I kept going over what happened that night as I masturbated myself to sleep," I said.

"Interesting," the doctor mulled. After a brief moment, he asked, "Does the idea of someone being taken against her will turn you on?"

I replied, "yes."

"Have you ever tried role playing?" the doctor asked

"Believe me, I have tried. I played the role of an intruder, ripped of my wife's clothes and tied her up. But it wasn't real. It wasn't some stranger taking my wife. It was me. I fantasize of someone taking my wife forcefully and making me watch it. It is only
then that I get excited. It is only then that I ejaculate using my hands," I said.

"Is your wife a virgin?" the doctor asked? He wrote something on his notepad.

"Yes, she is. Doctor, I have a wonderful wife. She has done everything to help me but sooner or later, I am afraid she is going to leave me. I need to be able to do my duty as a husband. I really hope you can help me," I pleaded.

The doctor responded, "There is no magic pill, Arjun, unfortunately. This problem is two-fold. One is that you are unable to perform sexually with your wife and subsequently your wife is not getting any sex. Secondly you are only able to get aroused seeing someone else taking advantage sexually of your wife. We can resolve the problem of your wife getting sex and of your getting aroused seeing your wife getting sex. However I am finding it challenging for you to have a normal sexual relation with your wife. What you witnessed as a child has made you equate humiliation with sexual stimulation. Getting therapy at that time of the incident would have been very
helpful."

"Doctor, in India people don't believe in therapy. Life just goes on," I said.

"If you wife is cooperative in helping resolve this problem, I can re-create situations to get you sexually aroused. However I really cannot say that if by getting you exposed to this sexual stimulus will eventually lead you to get over this trauma and to lead you to a normal sexual relationship," the doctor surmised. He adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses and looked at me awaiting my reaction.

"So you don't think there is any hope," I said. I felt deflated.

"There is always hope. I just cannot say the therapy that I suggested will resolve the problem. Without trying I really don't know," Dr. Raju replied. He looked at his watch and said, "time's up."

"Doctor. So what should I do?" I pleaded. The doctor had already gotten up and sat on his impressive desk to write down some notes.

He looked up and said, "Come by next Tuesday same time and bring your wife."

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Ritu was exceptionally quiet when I told her about my meeting with Dr. Raju. "I don't understand," she said. She was always impeccably dressed in the latest fashion and men found her quite attractive.

"The doctor is saying that in order to resolve my problem, he wants me to watch you get taken sexually by other men," I said sadly knowing just the thought was getting me sexually charged.

"Don't you think that is quite drastic," my wife responded in her usually pensive manner. Her pout make her look very desirable, especially when someone was raping her.

"He said it would be a step in the right direction," I said.

"I always expected to have sex with you, Arjun. Not with strangers and many men. Is this what you want me to do to save our marriage?" Ritu said as her silky hair casually rested on her shoulders.

There wasn't much to say anymore on this matter. Ritu agreed to see the doctor.


When Dr. Raju got a sight of my wife, his whole demeanor had changed. I had expected the same non-compassionate distant person that I had met a week before. Today he seemed rather goofy as he tried to impress Ritu with witty remarks and general praise on
her appearance. Ritu had worn a short denim skirt, her smooth olive thighs exposed to the doctor. I didn't think it was the appropriate attire for this meeting.

The doctor didn't seem to waste any time. He said, "I employ three African American men that would be perfect for the sessions I would suggest. However being that Ritu is a virgin and uninitiated in the methods of sex, I don't think she would be ready to be
exposed to their manhood. As you know they are quite impressive in girth and length."

The thought of three black men taking on my wife was rushing blood to my meager organ. "So how do you suggest she get initiated in the ways of sex," I asked.

"I really don't know at this time. Most of my surrogates are women for sexually inadequate men. The men that are in this field are usually chosen for their sexual prowess and their impressive penises. I don't want to suggest an untrained partner as they are not professional enough to detach themselves emotionally from the sex."

With courage my wife spoke, "I think I can handle the three men that you suggested."

"You need to first enlarge yourself. You need to be exposed gently and to a much smaller penis for your initial penetrations. The thing is that I just don't know how to get the right person for this. Although I do not endeavor in such activities with my patients,
in this case I really can't suggest anyone but myself," the doctor said. "I can bring about a
certain level of enlargement but I just hope it would be sufficient for the next step in the therapy."


The venue suggested by Dr. Raju was our apartment. It was a familiar setting for Ritu and the doctor suggested it would make the experience a little more comfortable for her. He had arrived on time and proceeded without fanfare to get started. I was tied to a chair in our bedroom. My pants and underwear were pulled down to my ankles and my right hand was free to reach my penis for my self-pleasuring.

"For effect, I need to be a little rough with you," the doctor explained to my wife.

The doctor quite adeptly had my wife naked. He called her a "slut" and a "whore" as he tied her legs and arms spread eagle on our bed. He pulled out shaving cream, scissor and a razor from his bag. My dick stood to attention as I knew my wife loved her shaggy carpet between her legs. He busily snipped away her hairy pussy. He then covered her with shaving cream and proceeded to shave her bald. Finally as he wiped a hot towel around her pussy, I saw for the first time her puffy lips proudly glistening for attention. I marveled at its beauty.

"I want you to see a cock that wants you," the doctor said as he undressed on one side of the bed so that Ritu could see this middle-aged man's naked tool as it plopped free from the confines of his heather-gray cotton Jockeys.

"Thank you, Dr. Raju," Ritu said. "I can't wait anymore."

The doctor’s wrinkled buttocks pockmarked with age spots looming a little above her lovely pear shaped breasts as he slapped his five-incher across my wife's cheek was getting a good reaction from my pecker. "Lick it for lubrication, you bitch," he commanded Ritu.

My wife had her tongue out quickly and began to slap her saliva onto his pale white penis. After she made the organ glisten, he proceeded from the awkward position to place his body now over Ritu's body. He adjusted his cock towards her opening, inches away to breaking her virginity. Dr. Raju reveled at his good fortune as his cock pushed open the untouched confines of my wife's tunnel. At the breaking of the gates, my
wife yelped from the pain. Tears ran down her cheeks as the doctor expertly tore open her hymen. Blood spotted the sheets.

I watched with delight as my wife had sex for the first time in her life. I grabbed my pecker and stroked it vigorously. I could see that the doctor enjoyed himself immensely. His mouth explored Ritu's mouth, their tongues slithering against each other.
He turned towards me and said, "Your wife is amazing. She is the hottest bitch I ever fucked."

Dr. Raju pounded faster. Ritu moaned. I started to cum. Just as the doctor shot his load into my wife, I had also spurted onto the carpet.

"I'll be back Wednesday evening," the doctor said as he put on his clothes. He untied Ritu first and she gave the doctor a warm hug with her naked body. Then she untied me.

With the excuse that Ritu needed to still get used to sex and have her vagina ready for the larger black cocks, Dr. Raju came by for three nights every week. Ritu wasn't tied down to the bed anymore. They just shared the bed, fucking and sucking all night. Sometimes I watched, masturbating. Seeing them cuddle in bed like lovers delighted me. If I gave them some privacy by sleeping on the couch in the family room, the doctor even allowed me to lick off his semen from Ritu's pussy.

The doctor hadn't yet brought the three black men for Ritu and my wife became impatient. However routinely he still spent the night with my wife. When Dr. Raju
left town for a two-week seminar, I could see that Ritu became edgy. After a week without fucking, her mood worsened.

I didn't look forward coming home from work during this time. Ritu wouldn't make dinner. She kept yelling at me. But on Tuesday night, I was met with a warm hug and a nice hot dinner. At first I thought the doctor had come back early but she informed me
that Dr. Raju had not returned. Then she told me to come to the bedroom for dessert. Ritu pulled down her pants and panties and told me to lick her clean. When I saw the telltale sign of cum between her legs, I dove hungrily licking and swallowing the semen belonging to someone I didn't know. I even licked her panties where most of the semen had already fallen on.

"You know I ran into those two college kids at apartment 301," my wife explained. "They were in the laundry room and I was just so horny, I asked them if they would fuck me. You should see the expression on their faces. They thought I was joking but I went to them and put my hands on the front of their pants."

My penis had become hard and strong. I removed my pants and started to stroke my organ as I kept sucking on her vagina.

"This is great," Ritu said. She was clearly excited by my hungry mouth doing its magic on her.

"Tell me what happened," I begged when I came up for air.

"They thought I was joking. But they quickly took me to their apartment. I was just so horny I just wanted them to rip off my clothes. They were too slow so I got all my clothes off and started jumping on them. They must have thought I was crazy. Anyway one of them finally got his clothes off and I just impaled myself on his dick," Ritu said with excitement I haven't heard in a long time.

"Do you enjoy that I am swallowing their semen?" I asked my wife.

"Oh yes, honey. I never felt so good," Ritu said. "Do you know how it is to be the center of attention of two young horny men? They just took my body into a spin. One sucked on my breasts as the other fucked me. Their faces showed total amazement at what was
happening and that was just so thrilling."

I shot my load in spurts and I collapsed. Ritu snuggled close to me, happy for both of us.

Ritu was now ready for the three black men. Dr.Raju eventually got them to visit our apartment. The doctor took advantage of Ritu for another three weeks before he let go. I couldn't blame him. She was probably the hottest young thing the doctor had ever
seen.

In the interim, Ritu was also able to snag the husky Hispanic guard at our apartment who couldn't believe his luck to fuck my wife in front of me. For the three black men, they were quite gentle much to my surprise. They did have the biggest and fattest cocks I had seen which they used proficiently on my wife. Just like in the gangbang videos I loved to watch, they had her in all direction, her small olive frame contrasting with their dark muscular bodies. Just as the doctor thought, I never could fuck my wife in a monogamous relationship. Ritu loved being a slut and I got seeing her getting fucked. The more humiliated I got the harder my dick got. It was simple as that. In a year's time she had done so many different men, I couldn't keep track anymore. It was just a blur of men coming in and out, spreading the word of an easy fuck and a stupid husband.

The End

[jaslim_87]

The Bank Officer

I graduated and first joined the workforce 7 years ago. As I had only finished high school, I was glad to be able to work in one of the largest banks in Hongkong.

When I first joined, I was understandably given the lowly position of a teller. I worked hard, gained the attention of my superiors and after just two years, I got promoted to bank officer. What’s more, I was posted out to one of the branches far away from the head office. At the small branches, I could be considered the boss, with several tellers working under me. The only person above me was the bitchy bank manager who was both fat and ugly.

Actually, it was not really the first time I found myself in the office environment. When I was studying, I worked part-time in offices during my vacation too. That was when I developed a fetish for office ladies. But as a student and an office boy, none of the smart and confident office ladies gave me a second look. Now, as a boss to a few office ladies, I finally had the chance to turn on my charm and see what came out of it.

There were half a dozen ladies working at my office. They all work beige blouses and tight blue skirts. That was their sexy uniform. Their figures were quite okay, but their faces were all rather plain except for Sandra, a newcomer. I heard from gossips that she quit to start a small business, failed and then came back to be a teller. Sandra was 26, single, but attached. I had actually had my eyes on her for a very long time. It’s just that I had no opportunity to strike. My hunger grew worse during sports day when all the staff at our bank would gather for games. Sandra was a very good tennis player. Sadly, she always wore very conservative shorts under her tennis skirt. I could only imagine what was underneath. Still, her legs turned me on. They really turned me on and got me fantasizing at work.

Then one day, I caught Sandra red handed, using the photocopying machine to copy an entire book. I took out my digital camcorder and recorded the whole process.

“So that’s what happened to all the papers.” I said after I had gathered enough evidence.

“I’m sorry, Paul. I’ll replace the paper I used.” Sandra said, trembling.

“I have everything inside this camera.” I said. “Guess what will happen if I show this around.”

“Please, Paul. Don’t report me.” She begged me.

“But I don’t feel like giving you the disk now. You may try following me back to my apartment. I may feel like it then.”

Reluctantly, Sandra followed me back to my apartment. It was a messy place after my parents got divorced and Mother migrated to Canada. My father remarried a girl from China moved over there for his retirement, leaving me all by myself in this hellhole.

“Take a seat.” I said.

Sandra sat on the sofa and crossed her legs cautiously. The blue skirt which the girls at the bank wore was rather short, so sitting directly opposite Sandra, I could see her white, creamy thighs very clearly. From a gap in her skirt, I could see that it was double-layered to prevent VPL. The decency of her garments and the prospect of seeing more than my eyes deserved sent my pulse racing.

“Let’s play a little game.” I said.

“What game?”

“You’re a sports woman and you’re very good at tennis. I’m sure you’ll represent our bank at the next games. Let’s do some training tonight. First, we’ll do some sit ups. Do you know how to do them?”

Sandra nodded.

“Lie down on the floor and raise your knees. Come on. I don’t have all day.”

Sandra sat down on the floor and laid back. Legs together, she began to bend her knees and raised them. I peered underneath. Though her legs were together, I could see her butt and her pink panties.

She started doing those sit ups. All the while, my eyes were focused on the floor where her butt was resting.

“Now for some push ups.” I said. Sandra flipped over and got on her knees. From that position, her butt was sticking up but her tight blue skirt was long enough to cover most of her butt.

As she started pumping, her skirt began to slip up her thighs. Still, the hem was stuck beneath the protrusion of her butt. While she was totally engrossed in the push ups, I decided to lift her skirt up. I didn’t know if she noticed it, but I had lifted her skirt over her butt and was almost reaching her waist.

Sandra wore a very tight and high cut piece of pink panties. The material clung to her buttocks like a second skin – a thin, tightly stretched piece of pink skin. Her butt was very fair, low fat and had few pimples or rough spots.

I could hardly catch my breath by then. She was the one exercising, but I was the one panting heavily. I reached behind her skirt to unbuckle and then unzipped it. Sandra noticed what I was doing and stopped her pumping. She turned around and tried to pull her skirt back up. But by then, she was already exhausted and couldn’t put up a good struggle. I tugged her skirt off and flung it to one corner of the apartment. Sandra looked ridiculously obscene with her beige blouse and exposed thighs.

I reached out for her blouse and tore it apart. The buttons came off like popcorn. I had a good look at her pink bra. The cups were A size. I love small breasts and wasted no time in unhooking her bra and squeezing her tits. Sandra’s breasts may be small, but they were very spongy and nice to squeeze. Her dark nipples were very large and sensitive. She winced when I fondled them. By then, she was not struggling anymore. Maybe she was exhausted. Maybe she was enjoying the nipple squeeze. I didn’t know. I just picked her up and looked into the mirror in my bedroom. There she was, Sandra Ng, bank teller, proud office lady in her smart uniform at the bank, but now, in my apartment, breasts exposed and pubis protected by a thin film of pink panties being carried to my bed like a baby.

The side view of her buttocks and panties in the mirror was so stimulating. My erection rose and hit against her hip. I dumped her on the bed and decided to play with her semi-nude body before I had a feast on her pussy.

I grabbed a bottle of baby lotion from the bathroom and began to rub it all over her body. Shiny with baby lotion and stiff after a heavy workout, her athletic body looked even more erotic. I ran my hands over her breasts. I caressed her nipples and she began to moan. I became convinced that she was enjoying it.

I poured some lotion on her flat tummy and worked my way up again. I encircled her breasts, fiddled with her nipples and once again, she moaned. This time, it was louder than the last time. I squeezed some lotion on her legs and worked my way up her thighs. As I approached her inner thighs, she rotated her hips. I rubbed more and more lotion till her panties were soaked. The material became totally transparent and as I peered into her crotch, I saw her black pubic hair and her dark brown vaginal lips showing through her moist panties.

I pushed my hands behind her buttocks, caressing. I love low fat, high muscle buttocks. I love to squeeze and stroke them. Sandra’s buttocks were simply a joy to squeeze. The more I rubbed her inner lubricated thighs, the more she rotated her hips. It was time. I reached for the super thin waistband of her panties and began to pull them down. The last piece of garment on Sandra’s body slid off like unwanted skin.

I could finally feel Sandra’s prickly pubic hair against my hand. She had obviously shaven them. As I pushed her thighs apart, she voluntarily spread them. Sandra’s vaginal lips were brown and thick. They didn’t look any different from those of any hooker that I had picked up. I tested the opening with my finger and it was still dry as leather. Deciding not to let her suffer, I rubbed some lotion on the orifice before I took the plunge.

It was quite an easy entry after rubbing on the lubricant. She was definitely no virgin. Her vaginal walls just pushed away as I made my entry.

“Made out with your boyfriend before?” I asked her.

She just nodded as I thrust deeper inside her.

“Who’s better?”

“You.” She cried, panting.

I rammed hard inside her. Sandra cried out in ecstasy. She probably wasn’t lying about me being the better lover. I stirred and stirred inside her. She grimaced and nearly screamed as she came again and again. Maybe because of poor timing, I thrust a bit too violently and came a bit earlier than expected.

Sandra was not satisfied. She wanted more, but my cock had already gone limp by then. I went into the kitchen to get a cucumber, a carrot and a banana.

“Are you sure it’s safe? I don’t want to get an infection in my vagina.” She said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll use protection.”

Wrapping a condom around the cucumber, I tried it first. By then, he pussy was totally moist and pliant. I thrust the cucumber deeper and deeper inside till she began to cry out in ecstasy. By the time I got to the carrot, I could see her pussy foaming. Juices were pouring out and wetting my bed. By that time, I was ready for another go. I flipped her over and she seemed to know exactly what I had in mind. She got up on her knees and spread wide. From behind, the elevated view of her ass and her pussy looked even lovelier. Standing behind her, I took careful aim and entered her again. Sandra was an insatiable nymphomaniac. She certainly didn’t look it judging from her business-like look in her smart beige and blue uniform.

As I came, I grabbed her dangling breasts from below and fell on top of her. Sandra admitted to me that she wasn’t really afraid of me reporting to the boss. She had guessed what I was up to and followed me to my apartment to check me out. Our affair went on for nearly a year. Sandra dumped her boyfriend and found another one to replace me. I too found a young, gorgeous babe for myself, but that would be another story.

END

[jaslim_87]

At The Beauty Salon

“How much for a facial massage?” I asked when I found the entrance to the beauty salon in Bangkok that my friend recommended me.

“1000 baht, 90 minutes.” The mama san at the door answered.

“Are the girls young?” I asked.

“All very young. Satisfaction guaranteed.” She assured me.

I was feeling very silly that day. What else would a mama san say to a potential customer? I was shown to a small cubicle with a sink and a reclining chair.

“Please have a seat, sir. The beautician will be here in a moment.”

Minutes later, the beautician came. She was pretty young, quite plain but definitely voluptuous. She wore a new and presentable T-shirt, tight enough to show off her big tits. Her miniskirt was thin and tight. Her thighs were quite thick, but they still looked muscular. I nodded to indicate my satisfaction.

“Would you like to take a shower first, sir?” she asked me.

I was about to say yes, when I heard the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom. It was in use and if I had wanted to shower, I would have to wait. Deciding not to waste any time, I asked the beautician to start with a facial massage.

She dug her fingers into my scalp and started massaging. Her hands were great, gentle yet firm. As she worked her way to my face, she wasted no time in asking me if I wanted some “special” treatment. I almost fell off the reclining chair.

I didn’t reply. Quietly, I stretched out my hands behind my head till my fingers touched her elbows. She continued to massage my face. My fingers traveled downwards till I touched her waist. I fiddled downwards till the cotton T-shirt became her tight miniskirt. I pressed into her buttocks. It was big and fleshy, but not much flab there. I rubbed her buttocks harder, feeling deeper until I could make out the lines of her panties underneath the thin cloth of her miniskirt.

She moved away. I thought she was offended or she might have wanted to ask for more money, but she was silent when she stood before me. I lifted my head to look at her. Staring at my face, she unzipped my pants and skillfully pulled them off my legs. My little brother was standing straight out. I was feeling very proud of it, hoping that she would be impressed. But her face was still like a blank piece of paper. Perhaps she had already seen hundreds of cocks.

She poured a lotion down there and then began to rub me with both hands. The pressure was just nice. I grew harder and harder, but before I could reach a climax, she would slow down, squeeze hard to prolong the play. I kept looking up from my reclining chair. With her head bent forward, I could see right past the neck of her T-shirt. Her movements were slight, but her breasts were big enough to swing even with the slightest movement.

“How old are you?” I asked her.

“Guess.” She said, giggling.

“20.”

“Come on. I can’t be that young.”

“Is this what you mean by special?”

“Actually, there is more if you want, but you’ll have to take another girl.”

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s my period.”

I sank back into the chair and let her finish her job. I shot my load way up high. Some of it got on her face.

“So do you want another girl?” she asked me.

“Sure.” I replied.

The beautician left the room while I put on the paper robe. Within a minute, the mama san entered the room with another girl. This girl was a lot slimmer and had long hair. She wore a pink uniform and looked every inch a decent beautician.

“Are you happy with this girl, sir?” the mama san asked me.

“Yes.”

“That would be 3000 baht, sir.”

“What? I thought it’s 1000 baht per girl.” I protested.

“No sir, the basic charge for every girl is 1000 baht. The charge for special treatment would be another 1000 baht. We are charging you 2000 baht for the second girl and 1000 baht for the first girl. The hand job done by the first girl is given for free.”

My ass they were giving anything out for free. I decided to get tough.

“I’m afraid I can only afford 2000 baht max. I’m leaving.”

The mama san looked worried and discussed with the second girl for a couple of minutes. They finally came to an agreement.

“Okay sir. We will just charge you 3000 baht for everything. Special only for you, sir.”

Sure. If you don’t bargain with these people, they’ll surely rip you off. When the mama san left, I had a good look at the second beautician. She really looked like a serious beautician, unlike the prostitutes use the beauty salon as a cover to sell their bodies.

“You’re beautiful.” I told her as she removed her hair clip and let her hair fall.

“Thank you.” She said with a shy and sweet smile.

“Are you really a beautician?” I asked.

“No. I work in the hospital.” She replied.

“You’re a nurse.” I cried.

“My mother is chronically ill and the medical fees cost 1000 baht a day. With my job as a nurse alone, I really can’t afford the expenses.”

“Do you live in Bangkok?”

“I’m from Lamphun. My colleague who serviced you just now is from Khorat.”

After feeling her out as she massaged my face, I asked her to move in front and began to unzip her pink gown. Her bra and bikini panties were both purple and looked very sexy indeed. She seemed so elegant that I hesitated to remove her undergarments, so she did it for me, turning her body to one side, as if she were a little shy about it. I watched as the purple bra came off and her small breasts became uncovered. She was really a bit on the skinny side. With her side facing me, she pulled down and stepped out of her bikini panties. She sat down in front of me, keeping her legs tightly together and showing just a small thatch of pubic bush below her lower abdomen.

She untied my robe and rubbed lotion all over my chest. I shut my eyes as she began to massage me with her fingers. Then, she leaned over and lowered the hanging tips of her tits on my body. It was a wonderful tingling sensation that I felt from the dark tips of her nipples. It was a new sensation. I was thankful that her tits weren’t too big, otherwise, it would have felt like a couple of water bags.

The reclining chair creaked a little when she rested her entire body on mine. Again, the earlier voluptuous girl couldn’t have done that without breaking the chair. She took my nipples in her mouth and started licking. Down there, her little hands massaged my growing little brother. Frankly, her tongue action wasn’t that fantastic. I guessed she hadn’t joined for very long. But it was her inexperience and somewhat untainted appearance that got me all excited and painfully swollen down there. In my mind, she ceased to be a prostitute. I was beginning to see her as a girlfriend.

She got off the chair to reach for something. When she returned, she calmly tore open a foil packet and unrolled a condom over my standing prick. Then, she mounted the chair again. Holding my erect prick, she carefully aimed it at her vulva and began to let me slide into her.

There was a sticky feeling at first, but she was patient and allowed my hard little brother to churn around the opening to moisten it before she let it slide in completely. She lifted her buttocks and pushed a little further in with every little thrust. When I finally felt that her vaginal walls were lubricated enough, I grabbed her buttocks and gave a strong upward thrust. My little brother penetrated her vestibule to its limit. She let out a soft cry.

She rocked gently, squeezing and massaging me. She even bent forward and kissed me. I was deeply impressed. It wasn’t the way she moved her buttocks or rotated her hips. It wasn’t the tightness of her pussy, but her affectionate caress. I touched her hair. She applied no gel. Her smooth face was devoid of makeup. I felt like I was making love to the girl next door.

“Can you give me your contact number after this?” she asked me suddenly.

I was surprised, but I managed to nod in indication of my approval. Then, my pager sounded. I grabbed hold of her buttocks and stood up. She wasn’t heavy. She continued to bounce on me as I reached for my pager and shut it off.

We returned to the reclining chair. It was such a joy to watch her swing her head, throwing her long hair from side to side. I placed her down, lying across the length of the chair and dug hard and deep into her in the standing position. Her breasts were almost flattened on in that position, but they still wobbled when I thrust. I watched in ecstasy as my prick disappeared and reappeared from her engorged vulva.

When I was finally ready to come, she pulled my prick out and quickly tugged off my condom. I squirted my juices all the way up to her breasts. Warm semen flowed down her sweaty body. That was the most unforgettable facial session I had in my life.

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Shan Chai The Betel Nut Beauty

“You sure he’s not a pervert?” asked Shan Chai nervously as she sat outside the office.

“Relax, Shan Chai, he wants to check you out like all the other cheeky bosses, but he’s very discreet about it. Just act natural, do what he tells you to and ignore the presence of his eyes.” Said Linda, Shan Chai’s ex-classmate who has been in this line for several months.

“The presence of his eyes?”

“Let me just assure you that he won’t ask to strip in front of him.” Said Linda. “Look, if you don’t want this job, there are dozens others who would gladly take your place. Mr Pang only wants recommended girls. I’m already doing you a great favor by recommending you.”

Somewhat reassured, Shan Chai folded her arms before her chest and waited impatiently to be called. The door to Mr Pang’s office finally opened. A young lady stepped out. She was short and very plain-looking, wearing what seemed like tennis gear. Her disappointed look told that she had not been hired.

“Good luck!” Linda whispered.

Shan Chai stepped hopefully into the office and stood timidly before a very large desk. Mr Pang was a fat, balding man wearing the finest designer suit. He wore a thick gold bracelet around his wrist and had large gold rings on both hands. But he also had a somewhat fatherly look which belied the fact that he was once a gang leader. Earlier on, Linda had informed her that Mr Pang owned most of the betel nut stands in the area. Shan Chai wanted that new cellular phone and handbag very badly. She might even want much more than that if Mr Pang could give her a place in one of his bustling betel nut stands.

“How old are you, Shan Chai?” asked Mr Pang.

“19.” Shan Chai replied.

“What have you heard from your friends about this job?”

“I’ll just need to sell betel nuts?”

“Yes, it’s actually that simple. But what you do will be less important than what you mustn’t do under certain offending circumstances. What you see is not as important as what you need to pretend not to see. Do I make myself clear?”

“Well, I guess …”

“Let me give you a little test. See the little cubicle on your left? That will be your changing room. Get inside, shut the door and change into the black uniform.”

Shan Chai approached the cubicle gingerly. Gently, she shut the flimsy door. The roof of the cubicle was covered with black gauze. Shan Chai searched through the dresses hung on the wooden wall and found the black uniform. It was a bra top and a pair of very small, very tight shorts. Shan Chai was not too surprised. She had a similar set in her own wardrobe, but of course, it was nowhere as skimpy. As a matter of fact, she was just a simple girl from a middle income family who needed the extra cash and didn’t mind showing a bit of flesh for it. She had some very short skirts and low waist pants and jeans, but she only had “normal” low waist bikini panties. She had never worn a pair of thong panties before, but she was prepared to try.

Sensing that Mr Pang must be waiting impatiently, Shan Chai pulled off her light blue T-shirt with one swift tug and her white strapless bra was off just as quickly. The black bra top was a little small for her, but the material was stretchable. She then proceeded to unzip her jeans. Her jeans took her a lot longer as they were tight. She tossed them at a corner of the cubicle and tried to slip into the incredibly small shorts. Shan Chai was wearing a pair of low waist bikini panties, also white in color. There were certainly not thongs, but when she pulled on the shorts, her panties did not spill out from the high cut leg of her shorts.

As Shan Chai stepped out of the cubicle, she noticed that Mr Pang was not in his seat, but was rushing back to it. She stood before him and turned around a few times. Mr Pang did not seem very interested and Shan Chai was worried.

“Fine. Now, try persuading me to buy betel nuts from you. Show me a pitiful yet sweet and desperate girl.”

Shan Chai had few problems with that. While in school, she was in the drama class and acting like some ultra feminine bimbo was no problem for her.
“Excellent.” Said Mr Pang. “One final test. Go inside, put on the pink uniform and step out.”

Shan Chai was determined impress Mr Pang this time. She thought briefly about what she didn’t o quite right in the changing cubicle. Since she undressed and dressed very quickly the last time, she decided to take her time this time. She looked around the interior of the cubicle. She couldn’t see any pinhole cameras, but she was convinced that Mr Pang was watching her. Strip show had to be done slowly. How could she satisfy this man’s voyeuristic instincts by stripping and dressing so quickly? Shan Chai was hesitant, but she just had to have the shoes, handbag and dresses she had been eyeing at the boutique at the mall. She would do anything to be given a chance to be able to afford them.

Shan Chai reached behind her and slowly unhooked the bra top. She let the bra slide down to the floor of the cubicle. Then, she combed her hair with her fingers, shook her head a few times so that her breasts would swing provocatively. Pretending to find some dust on her nipples, she went on to squeeze and examine her purplish nipples. Normally, Shan Chai would take her shorts and panties off in one go, but this time, she knew she would have to tease. Who cared about betel nuts? Some of the motorists probably throw them away once they leave the booth. The customers are only after one thing – eye candy. The girls’ job would be to dress scantily and pretend that the eyes are not on them but the betel nuts. Taking her job interview in the changing booth now, the intelligent Shan Chai knew that she had to show Mr Pang that even though she knew that he was watching her somehow, she had to pretend that she was not aware about it and yet make sure that he got a good performance.

After playing with her tits for nearly 5 minutes, she finally pulled off the shorts slowly, peeling it like a second skin. She even turned round a few times to make sure that wherever Mr Pang’s eyes were, he could catch a great view of her butt. She reached for her own white bra, put it on and then pulled it off in a teasing manner.

Down to only a pair of white bikini panties, Shan Chai tried to please again. If Mr Pang’s eyes were close enough, he could probably see her pubic hair through the white material. She took her time to look for the pink uniform. It was a very short dress which resembled a cross between a waitress and nurse uniform. The material was the most transparent she had ever encountered. Through it, her nipples showed through very clearly and so did her panties. Shan Chai reached under the skirt and pulled off the panties. She bent down and allowed the material to stretch over her bare rump. Standing straight, her dark pubic triangle was only faintly visible.
Shan Chai considering going out without any underwear, but then, she decided that she would look more obscene with panties showing through, so she picked up the white panties and stepped into them. Lifting the dress above her wait so that her pubis would be entirely exposed, she held on to the hem of her skirt with her teeth and slipped on the panties with both hands. Slowly, she opened the door.

This time, Mr Pang was already comfortably seated at his desk with a satisfying smile on his face. Before she could turn to show him her rear, he had told Shan Chai that she was hired.

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Love Across The Border

In the border region between China and Hongkong, there is a crossing that is not well-known to most people. To people in the know, the crossing area is called Forbidden Zone. This is where our story begins.

At that time, Ah Zhu was already in his 30s and still single. In a village near the forbidden zone, he ran a small shop selling animal fodder and pesticides. With no colleagues and a lousy social life, his chances of getting to know girls was virtually zero.

But Ah Zhu was not a complete country bumpkin. In fact, he used to work in a big office in the city. But he was an honest and naïve man who didn’t know how to get into his superior’s good books. With all the backstabbing and competition, the nerdy Ah Zhu didn’t stand a chance. Disillusioned, he returned home to the village to take over his father’s retail business after the old man passed away.

One evening, just as Ah Zhu was closing his shop, there was a knock on the door. Ah Zhu was surprised as customers in the area would normally order their goods by phone. Curiously, he went to the door and opened it. It was a young lady in tattered clothing. And once the door was fully opened, she rushed in and shut the door behind her.

“Mister. I’m an illegal immigrant from the mainland. I was chased by the police and got lost. Can you let me hide here?”

“Miss, if the police find you here, I’ll be in trouble.” Said Ah Zhu.

“Please sir, I beg you. I’m exhausted and can’t run anymore. Just let me stay for the night. Please!” she begged.

Suddenly, there was much shuffling outside. A group of policemen had arrived.

“Ah Zhu, did you see any illegal immigrants?” a familiar voice came from behind the door.

Ah Zhu opened the door a little and said to Inspector Zhang, a regular customer at his store: “We’re closed, but if you want a drink, you’re welcome inside.”

“Not tonight.” Said Inspector Zhang. I’ve got an illegal immigrant to catch.”

With that, he left with the policemen.

When the sound outside had died down completely, the lady emerged from the toilet.

“Mister. Can you please let me stay for the night?”

“I’m a horny guy and we’re all alone here. Aren’t you scared?” Ah Zhang asked jokingly. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Fang Ling. I’m only afraid of being caught. I’m not afraid of anything else. Do you have something to eat?”

“I still haven’t prepared dinner yet. Have some Vitasoy first.”

Fang Ling grabbed the drink and finished it noisily.

“I’ll help you make dinner.” She said.

“Okay, but I think you’d better take a bath and change your clothes.” Ah Zhu suggested.

“I wish I had brought clothes to change!”

“I don’t have women’s clothes here, but I guess you could use some jeans and T-shirts. It’s a pity I don’t have any bra and panties.”

“That’s okay.” She said.

Fang Ling entered the bathroom. Ah Zhu started washing the rice to make dinner. After a few minutes, Fang Ling emerged. Her long hair had been washed clean and let down. The mud washed off her face, Ah Zhu discovered that she was very beautiful, with none of her femininity lost in his clothes. He handed her a hairdryer.

As soon as her hair was dry, Fang Ling got down to work and fried the vegetables. With the jeans rolled up high, Ah Zhu could see her small and white feet. He was mesmerized. They were very beautiful feet. She proceeded to cook up a nice vegetable dish and a soup. She was a good cook.

Over dinner, she told Ah Zhu that she was only 19. She had 4 siblings and she was the eldest and had to do most of the housework. She wanted to get into Hongkong because a friend told her that she could earn enough to build a new house back home after working for just a few months in Hongkong. She left with her fellow villager Qiao Zhen and a few other guys, but they split up and went separate ways after they were detected by the border police.

“It isn’t that easy to make money in Hongkong.” Said Ah Zhu. “You’ve got to be very careful with the people you meet. Some can be trusted, but many can’t. It’s always good to have some reservations.”

Then, there was noise at the front door again. It was Inspector Zhang again. Ah Zhu asked Fang Ling to remain while he opened the door.

“So did you get them” he pretended to ask.

“Nope.” Said Inspector Zhang, staring at Fang Ling. “Got away.”

“Won’t you have dinner with us?” Ah Zhu invited. “This is my girlfriend.”

“Oops, sorry about that. Won’t disturb you anymore.”

Fang Ling gave a sigh of relief after the inspector had left.

“It’s better to let the inspector know you. This way, you’ll be able to move around without hiding. He’ll think that you’re my girlfriend.”

After dinner, they sat down on the sofa to watch TV. Perhaps she was too tired from all the running, Fang Ling fell asleep within minutes. Ah Zhu studied her face. She was really very lovely. As he gazed down at her breasts, he could make out the impression of her nipples on his T-shirt. Ah Zhu felt so hot that he had to shower his head in cold water.

As he came out from the bathroom, he kicked a chair and Fang Ling woke up.

“Go sleep on my bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa. You’d better keep the door locked. Don’t tempt me.”

“Am I that attractive to you?” she asked shyly as she entered the bedroom and sat on the bed. “Come, let’s sit and talk. I’m not sleepy anymore.”

“I’ll help you contact the rest of your comrades tomorrow morning. I hope you don’t forget this friend here.”

“Of course. In fact, you’re already my best and most trusted friend.”

“Really? You must be very tired. Go to bed.”

“Brother Zhu, you’re such a good man. Would you like to sit next to me here?”

Ah Zhu sat next to her on his bed.

“Actually,” she said. “I feel so indebted to you. If there’s anything you need, just let me know. I won’t reject you.”

“Have you ever played those games before?” Ah Zhu asked.

“No. But I’m eternally grateful to you for saving me.”

“I did it out of my own free will.” Said Ah Zhu. “I’m not asking for anything in return. If you don’t like me or don’t feel like it, you don’t …”

They stared at each other till they both smiled. Ah Zhu could feel the heat building up in his body. He leaned forward and kissed Fang Ling on her lips. Fang Ling was a total idiot when it came to kissing. Nevertheless, Ah Zhu was burning with desire.

“I’m burning, Fang Ling. I need a cold shower.”

He grabbed her breasts and fondled. Fang Ling lifted her arms to help him and he pulled the T-shirt off her chest. She had discarded her dirty bra when she showered. Her full, firm and white breasts sprang out. Her nipples were dark red in color. Ah Zhu could help taking them in his mouth and sucking them.

Reaching down, Ah Zhu unzipped her jeans. Fang Ling acted as gentle as a lamb, lifting her buttocks to let him pull the jeans off. She did not discard her sodden white panties after the shower. She was still wearing them, but not for long. Ah Zhu reached for the elastic waistband and pulled them off, throwing them away to a corner of the room as if they were a pile of trash. Her vaginal mound protruded like a miniature black forest but her labia majora were glossy and totally hairless.

Ah Zhu quickly undressed till he was totally naked. Fang Ling was eager to please him and took his cock in her mouth. Unfortunately, she was too inexperienced and had to spit the organ out after just two quick movements. A virgin himself, Ah Zhu was already satisfied with her performance. Then, she spread her legs, grabbed his penis and guided it toward her vaginal opening. Ah Zhu pushed and saw his glans disappear between her labia. When he tried to push further, he met some resistance down there. He realized that he was dealing with a virgin. Ah Zhu pushed hard, again and again until the whole shank of his long penis disappeared into Fang Ling’s vagina. She shuddered.

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“Is it painful?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m giving it all to you.” She replied.

“I want to thrust, but I’m afraid it’ll cause you too much pain.”

“You can do anything you want with me. I’m totally yours.”

“I’ll go slowly. If it gets too pain, let me know, okay?”

Fang Ling smiled and nodded.

Ah Zhu withdrew his penis a little, then thrust in again. Seeing that Fang Ling didn’t scream, he went into continuous motion, moving back and forth, in and out of her tight, previously unexplored vagina. Fluid began to fill her cavity. Feeling less resistance, Ah Zhu began to thrust and withdraw without worries.

Fang Ling’s face was all red. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of sweat and tears. Her vagina was overflowing with smelly love juices. She began to moan with pleasure.

“Is this good? Can you take it?” Ah Zhu asked.

“It’s okay,” said Fang Ling. “Do it any way you like.”

Ah Zhu continued to plow her vagina as if he were a farmer plowing land. White juices poured out of the pummeled cavity. Her face and her hair were in a mess. Inexperienced, he was unable to control his ejaculation. He squirted everything inside her vagina. He embraced Fang Ling tightly and left his penis inside her till it grew soft.

“Ah zhu, are you satisfied? She asked.

“Of course.” Ah Zhu said. “Actually, I fell in love with you at first sight. I just never thought that I would ever be able to make love to you. I know you went through a lot of trouble to escape from China. I couldn’t bear to let them take you away.”

Fang Ling spoke softly: “I knew all along that in Hongkong, I would not be able to keep my virginity for very long anyway. I felt fortunate to have met a nice man like you, so I gave it to you. You won’t think that I’m a loose woman, would you?”

Ah Zhu fondled her breast and said: “No, you’re not loose, but you sure are naughty.”

“You’re getting soft down there. I’ll let you go or I may bite you off.” She said.

“You don’t have teeth in your vagina, do you? How would you be able to bite me off? If you want to bite, use your mouth.” Said Ah Zhu as he searched his drawer for a dirty magazine and showed her a picture of a woman giving head.

“These Westerners are so crazy.” Fang Ling remarked, turning away from the picture. “I didn’t know you are that crazy too.”

“It’s the same in Hongkong. Oral sex is very common here. The guys shoot their load into the girl’s mouth and the girls swallow them.”

“Ah Zhu, do you want me to do that as well?”

“I wouldn’t let you do something like that.”

“But Ah Zhu, I love you. I can do anything for you, but will I get pregnant if I swallow your sperm?

“Silly girl. How could you get pregnant that way? But you could really get pregnant when I shot my load inside your pussy just now.”

“Ah Zhu, I don’t mind bearing you a child at all. When my sisters and I left the mainland, we were afraid that we might get raped along the way, so we have all taken contraceptives before we escaped.”

“That’s right. It’s dangerous to try and enter Hongkong illegally. Look at you. Haven’t you just been raped?” he laughed jokingly.

“How could you call that rape? I did it willingly. Ah Zhu, do you want me to give you a blowjob now?” Fang Ling’s eyes sparkled with innocence.

“It’s going to be hard on you. We’re both so dirty down there.”

“Ah Zhu, why don’t you carry me into the bathroom and we can wash up together.”

Ah Zhu was delighted with her cute suggestion. In spite of all the hard work, he was still very energetic. Carrying Fang Ling like a baby in his arms, he walked into the bathroom.
A white, foamy liquid tinged with blood was oozing out from the tightly pursed lips of her vulva.

Ah Zhu checked the temperature of the water and began to wash himself from head to toe. When he reached his penis, he spent a bit of time pulling back his foreskin, rinsing out his glans. Fang Ling helped him and then squatted down till her mouth came to the level of his upright cock. She swallowed the tip of his organ and licked it inside her mouth.

“Let’s move back to the bed. I’ll eat your pussy too.” Said Ah Zhu.

Fang Ling spat out the organ and spoke: “No, don’t lick me. I may not be able to take it.”

Ah Zhu grabbed a sponge, collected some liquid soap and started to smear her whole body with foam. Fang Ling moved in rhythm, aiding him. When the sponge reached her pubis, she shut her eyes, anticipating something from Ah Zhu. His coarse fingers had a hard time locating her small and tight vaginal opening. She shuddered when he found it. As his fingers moved inside, a pinkish white fluid flowed out. He washed her clean and dried her up with a towel before lifting her up and carrying her fresh and fragrant nude body to the bed again.

This time, Ah Zhu adopted a lying position in bed. He made her go on top of him in 69 position. Fang Ling knew exactly what to do. She lowered her head and began to suck his penis. From his lying position, he stared upward at the very red, closeup view of her vaginal lips and opening. He brought his hands up and began to peel for her opening beyond the labia minora. The mind rending vaginal opening was small and lovely. Blood was still oozing. No wonder it felt so good, so tight. Slowly, he lifted his head and licked around the opening, finding her clitoris and sucking it gently. Pleasure shot through Fang Ling’s inexperienced body. She shuddered and moaned. Before long, she became addicted to the feeling. But she felt bad that if she enjoyed Ah Zhu sucking her pussy, she could not give him any service for his penis.

“Ah Zhu, I can’t concentrate on sucking you while you suck me down there. Please stop.”

Ah Zhu stopped and asked her to turn back to face him. Her body was pliant and responded readily to his manipulation. Holding his hard penis, he entered her again. This time, he grabbed her breasts as anchor and thrust rapidly. As he had just ejaculated less than an hour ago, he was able to hold out much longer this time. As for Fang Ling, the excitement of losing her virginity was fading out and she began to remember that she had run for miles, escaping the cops.

When Ah Zhu slowed down to a stop and still hadn’t ejaculated, she disengaged the connection, took him in her mouth and sucked him till a few drops of semen emerged. She swallowed the slippery fluid, every drop of it. She then fell asleep in Ah Zhu’s arms.

For the next few days, Fang Ling was a perfect live-in girlfriend. She was good at housework. She was lovely and gentle. She was learning and improving fast in the bedroom. She made every sexual session an unforgettable experience for Ah Zhu. Still, Fang Ling couldn’t forget her other sisters with whom she escaped. Ah Zhu helped her call the places in Hongkong where she was supposed to meet the other escapees. It was the male companion who apparently made it and answered the call. He told Fang Ling that her friend Qiao Zhen had also made it and had already found a job in Hongkong. Fang Ling was cautious and did not reveal her whereabouts to the male companion, but she arranged to meet him at a cinema in Mong Kok, reminding him to bring Qiao Zhen along.

They had great sex that night. Fang Ling rode on top of him but didn’t let him shoot off inside her. From his belly which was covered with gluey semen, she licked him dry. Ah Zhu was pensive throughout the session. He was worried that Fang Ling would soon leave him.

Reluctantly, he sent Fang Ling to Kowloon on the afternoon of the next day. He kept reminding her to call him once she has settled down at her quarters. Fang Ling smiled and kept nodding, optimistic that they would meet again.

From the entrance to the cinema, Fang Ling could see Qiao Zhen there waiting her. Relieved, she asked Ah Zhu to leave. She ran over to her friend. The two held hands and almost wept with joy. Then, a couple of patrolling policemen came their way. The girls panicked, but their male companion arrived just in time in a hired taxi. The two girls boarded the vehicle and left without even saying goodbye to Ah Zhu. Sadly, he went home.

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The next day, Ah Zhu stayed at home to wait for Fang Ling’s call. But none of the numerous calls he received were from her. Then, on one sleepless night, the phone suddenly rang and it was indeed Fang Ling calling. She explained that she and Qiao Zhen were cheated by their boss, but they managed to escape. She said that they were stranded at the pier, not knowing where to go and asked Ah Zhu if he could go pick them up.

Ah Zhu got dressed and rushed down to the pier. The two girls were indeed waiting for him. Without a word, he took them back to his place.

Fang Ling was crying, so Ah Zhu asked Qiao Zhen what happened, but she began to weep.

“Don’t be afraid. Just tell me what happened and I’ll see if I can help.”

Fang Ling sobbed and cried: “Ah Zhu, we’ve been gang raped! You won’t want me anymore.”

“Of course not. You’re the victim here. Why should I get angry with you? Tell me what happened and I’ll see to it that the bastards get punished.”

“Qiao Zhen is like a sister to me. Can she stay here?”

“Sure.”

“We’ll help you with the chores in the daytime and sleep with you at night. You can choose to sleep with either one of us. We’ll be the best girlfriends in the world. You won’t look down on a couple of girls who have been prostitutes for 3 days, would you?”

“I’m so happy to be back here. Let’s take a shower together.” Suggested Fang Ling.

She was wearing a beige sweater and a brown leather skirt. Still in the living room, she pulled the sweater off, leaving a pink bra which did wonders to her modest breasts. She undid it and let her breasts fall free. Then, she unzipped her leather skirt. She was wearing pantyhose which made her butt and thighs tight and shiny. Through the sheer material, her sexy pink panties were visible. Her sexy lingerie was huge contrast with the big pieces of purely functional cotton bra and panties she wore when she was first out from the mainland. After she stripped of the pantyhose, the pink panties and her creased buttocks looked a little more realistic.

A stranger to Ah Zhu, Qiao Zhen was a more shy. She wore a silky blue top with spaghetti straps and a very thin, tight white miniskirt. She hesitated for a while. After much coaxing from Fang Ling, she turned around and began to strip. After she lifted her top off, Ah Zhu could see that she was not wearing any bra. How daring, he thought, but then even from her back, Ah Zhu noticed that Qiao Zhen’s breasts were really quite an embarrassment. She probably needed an A size cup. There was no zip on her miniskirt. The material was stretchable and she just pulled it off.

Thong panties! Ah Zhu’s cock hardened when he saw that tiny little triangle hanging on her waist, tapering sharply into the crack of her butt. He had never seen a mainland girl wearing something so counter-revolutinary. Ah Zhu could see that her buttocks were really very lovely, even more attractive than Fang Ling’s. Qiao Zhen finally stepped out of her string panties and remained there.

“Come on, Qiao Zhen, turn around and let Brother Zhu have a look at you.”

She slowly turned around and Ah Zhu’s pulsed ran up to his head when he saw that Qiao Zhen’s pussy was bald and white. The two girls entered the bathroom and leaving the door open, began to soap themselves. Ah Zhu was completely stunned by this visual treat.

Ah Zhu slowly regained his senses and entered the bathroom. Fang Ling squatted down and began to suck his already hardened cock. He fondled the familiar nude body, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from the naked Qiao Zhen. Fang Ling was quite a bit taller and her breasts were bigger and more erect. In contrast, Qiao Zhen was a small girl. Her breasts were more rounded and flat, her nipples a light shade than Fang Ling’s. He was tempted to find out how they would feel, but he dared not touch her. Her waist was smaller than Fang Ling’s and beneath, he bald pussy looked pink and smooth like a peach. He imagined that it would be a lot more convenient to lick her.

Fang Ling suddenly let go of Ah Zhu and urged him to try Qiao Zhen out. This was what he had been hoping. Turning around, he faced Qiao Zhen and began to fondle her pink nipples. The breasts were relatively flat, but her nipples grew so hard with his touch that he almost feared that they would burst any moment. Timidly, Qiao Zhen picked up his cock and began to soap and massage it. His hands moved down to her bare crotch and started to finger her hairless opening. As his fingers moved in and out of the tiny gap in her flesh, Qiao Zhen closed her eyes, opened her mouth and began to rock her body with every movement of his fingers. Ah Zhu’s fingers dug deeper and deeper into her moist vagina.

His other hand wouldn’t leave Fang Ling alone either. He found that familiar vagina and began to feel his way up the vestibule. She mentioned that they had been gang raped, but their pussies were still pretty tight. Both were definitely not virgins, but it was also obvious that they hadn’t had many men.

“Ah Zhu, believes in doing two at a time.” Fang Ling said, laughing as she washed the soap off.

“He is so good with his fingers.” Qiao Zhen said, enjoying the spray of the shower.

“But I only have one cock.”

“Ah Zhu, why don’t you take Qiao Zhen first.” Said Fang Ling.

“Won’t you get jealous?” asked Ah Zhu.

“Of course not. Qiao Zhen is like a sister to me.”

Ah Zhu removed his hand from Qiao Zhen’s vagina and edged himself towards her. She tried helping him make the insertion, but their difference in height made engagement difficult, so Ah Zhu sat on the bathtub to let Qiao Zhen ride on top of him. Qiao Zhen walked towards Ah Zhu, facing. Though her vagina was relatively tight, the wetness provided some lubrication and the entry was relatively painless. Qiao Zhen lifted her head and looked uneasily at Fang Ling, but when her dear friend smiled to signal her approval, Qiao Zhen felt relieved and nodded timidly.

Qiao Zhen’s nipples pressed against Ah Zhu’s chest. His fingers were on her back. He could feel the vagina squeezing at his penis as it wrapped and unwrapped itself around him. It felt alive, almost like a mouth that was sucking. It was an incredible feeling.

“Fang Ling, do you want to take over?” Qiao Zhen asked.

“Ah Zhu and I have done it together many times. Enjoy yourself first.” Said Fang Ling. “Ah Zhu, Qiao Zhen escaped together with me. She was a virgin too, but I got rescued by you while she entered Hongkong, only to be cheated into prostitution. She refused and got herself gang raped by our male companion and a few other guys in his gang. She couldn’t seek help from the police as she is an illegal immigrant. Qiao Zhen had no choice but to work for them. Two days later, I found her, met up with her and walked right into the same trap. I didn’t refuse to accept customers, so they were kinder to me, but I still had to sleep with that male companion and his two Hongkong gangster friends. After I have gained their trust, I found an opportunity and escaped with Qiao Zhen.”

“You have really suffered.” Said Ah Zhu. “Actually, there is no need for you girls to take such great risk to come to Hongkong. I’m sure life goes on back home.”

“We never expected our male companion to be as evil as the gangsters in Hongkong. But we’re still considered lucky to have met you.” Said Qiao Zhen. “As long as you don’t mind letting a couple of ex-prostitutes live in your house, we promise to treat you like an emperor.”

Ah Zhu was beaming inside. He thought he had lost Fang Ling, but not only did he find her back, he gained a Qiao Zhen.

“Let’s dry up and do it outside.” He suggested.

He laid back on the bed and facing him, Qiao Zhen continued to ride him, squeezing him to offer maximum pleasure.

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“Qiao Zhen, you carry on with Ah Zhu. I’m beginning to enjoy watching you get “raped” by him.” Fang Ling said, laughing. “Fortunately, my hymen was broken by Ah Zhu and I didn’t fight those guys. Otherwise, I would have been gang raped, just like you. If not to gain their trust and wait for an opportunity to escape, I wouldn’t have laid back and spread my pussy for them. I did it for you too. You owe me one.”

Saying that, Fang Ling delivered a sound slap to Qiao Zhen’s great butt.

“Hey, what did you do that for?” Qiao Zhen complained. “Ah Zhu, can you check my buttocks to if Fang Ling bruised it?”

Ah Zhu lifted his head sideways to check Qiao Zhen’s buttocks.

“Qian Zhen’s butt still looks beautiful. No damage.” Ah Zhu reported.

The three played on until they were exhausted. They laid back on the bed to rest and they talked about the future.

“Can we stay here indefinitely?” Fang Ling asked.

“I don’t think so.” Ah Zhu replied. “Almost everyone knows everyone else here in these parts. You’ll be recognized as a foreigner immediately if you walk around here. I can tell them that Fang Ling is my girlfriend. But for how long can I cover up for both of you.”

“Ah Zhu, why don’t you come stay with us in the mainland?” Said Qiao Zhen. “If you sell this old shop here, we’ll have enough money to start a shop in Shen Zhen. We’ll make good money and we won’t have to worry about the police. We would never dream of running out here if we had the capital to start a business. Economy in the mainland is booming and we just need that little capital to get going.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me, don’t you think so, ah Zhu?” Fang Ling added.

“I took over my old man’s business because I hate the city life.” Said Ah Zhu. “I hate life in the city.”

“Come on, Ah Zhu. Be a man. You’re still young and ought to be more adventurous than this.” Urged Fang Ling. “Sell this shop and come to the mainland with us.”

Ah Zhu said that he needed time to consider. Over the next few days, the two girls gave him the best sex he ever had. Meanwhile, the inspector was getting suspicious and Ah Zhu knew that he had no choice. He sold the business at a small fortune and decided to use the money to set up a karaoke lounge in Shen Zhen.

The girls made their way back to the mainland and gave him a progress report. When he arrived at Shen Zhen, the girls were not at the railway station to receive him. He went to their hostel and was informed that they had moved. When he went to site where the lounge was supposed to be, he only found a row of old shops.

The naïve Ah Zhu finally realized that he had been the victim of an elaborate scam.

End

[jaslim_87]

Chinese Lover
I had managed to obtain the last component of my telepathic amplifier at great expense and hardship. I was anxious to test it out, but I was also flat broke. Maybe I could work on both goals at the same time. I reassembled the amplifier, stuck it in my pocket, and headed off for the Campus Employment Office.

I got there after a short walk, signed out the thin folder of neurobiology jobs, and looked around for a seat. I was in luck. The place was packed, but there was an empty seat across from a rather good-looking Chinese girl. She was wearing jeans cut-off shorts and a light blue San Francisco t-shirt showing Coit Tower. She looked up briefly at me, saw that I was neither someone she knew or needed to be concerned about, and returned to her work. She was writing down addresses and phone numbers in a notebook, presumably looking for summer jobs. She appeared to be very diligent and organized. She would be a perfect test subject.

I tried projecting my first thought commands. "I am the guy sitting across from you. Pass your wallet to me, but don't consciously realize that you're doing so." The Chinese girl paused in her writing. I held my breath. Her right hand dropped her pen and began rooting around in her purse. Her head was still cocked in her left hand, and she was still frowning at what she was reading in undiminished concentration. Her right hand emerged, holding the wallet, and slid it across the table towards me. Her hand then went back to pick up the pen. I watched as the Chinese girl resumed writing, none the wiser.

My heart began to race, and I needed to take a few deep breaths. Fuckin A, the amplifier actually worked. My years of research had finally paid off. Screw the dissertation, the interminable experiments, the fights with my advisor, the droning conferences. I could now look forward to a life of wealth and idle pleasure. Thoughts raced through my head as I glanced through the wallet. I saw that the Chinese girl's name was Kim Lee. I briefly inspected assorted family pictures and credit cards and then put everthing back. I returned the wallet to the middle of the table. "You can take your wallet back now, but don't notice that either." Her right hand did so. I was anxious to move on to more intricate and pleasurable commands.

"Kim, I'll be giving you a series of mental commands over the next several hours. Please obey all of them without hesitation. As you obey them, don't realize that you're doing so or that anything out of the ordinary is going on. To the best of your knowledge you'll be continuing to go uninterrupted through the job lists. Nod if you understand." The Chinese girl's head bobbed once, causing her long hair to fall across her face. Her hand came up to brush it back.

"Take off your right shoe and put it on the table between us." The Chinese girl's hand released the pen and dropped beneath the table. She leaned over, lowering her shoulder, at the same time swiveling her head to maintain a clear view of what she was reading. She fumbled for a long time with something near the floor. Kim's hand finally came up holding a sandal with multiple straps and buckles, which it then dropped matter-of-factly in the middle of the table.

Kim straightened up in her chair and resumed her writing. I kept examining her, waiting for some reaction. She finally realized someone was staring in her direction and raised her head. I didn't want to spook the Chinese girl, so I quickly glanced away. She looked around for a minute and then returned to her note-taking, shaking her head. To prevent this from being an ongoing problem, I suggested that to Kim that she wouldn't notice if I stared at her in the future. I also moved my knapsack to temporarily cover her shoe.

Time to give myself a present. "Kim, play footsie with me under the table. Be sure to pay special attention to rubbing my crotch." I felt the well-manicured toes of the Chinese girl start to swirl around my ankle. Upstairs, Kim's note-taking was going well. Downstairs, her foot slipped under my pants leg and began rubbing itself along my calves. It then circled around my knees and ran lightly across my inner thighs. The Chinese girl unknowingly slumped in her seat to give her leg greater reach. By the time her foot began to fondle my crotch I was already quite hard.

After several minutes of increasingly vigorous stroking from Kim's lower extremity I was ready to come. I gave off a sibilant moan. My Chinese girl looked up at me with a brief expression of prim digust (for making such a rude noise in a public place) and returned to her reading. I reached between my legs and with some effort managed to immobilize her squirming foot. It was deceptively muscular. I tickled her sole and looked up. No reaction. I pinched her foot as hard as I could. Still no reaction. This was interesting. I had managed to totally dissociate arbitrarily selected regions of perceptual and motor cortex from the cognitive association areas. This could be fun for hours. I mentally suggested to my Chinese girl that she stop and put her shoe back on. It was time for me to figure out what we should do next.
I decided I wanted to know more about my first test subject. Since Kim already had a notebook and a pen, it would be easy for me to give her a writing assignment. I had her turn to a fresh page and mentally dictated a short preface, which she carefully copied. I then gave her some open-ended questions. I took my paper lunch bag out of my knapsack, leaving the rest of my stuff in front of her, and stood up. Her instructions were to finish my assignment and then to continue with the work that she had really came here for. As I walked out, I saw her hunched over her seat, scribbling furiously, the tip of her tongue poking out from the corner of her lip.

I came back from lunch after forty-five minutes and saw Kim still scribbling away. I resumed my seat in front of her, placing my empty lunch bag back on the table. She was apparently still working on my assignment. My Chinese girl finally stopped writing about five minutes later and put down her pen. She paused, looking like a wind-up toy whose spring had just run down. Then she started up again, turning back several pages in her notebook to resume jotting down the phone numbers and addresses of prospective jobs.
After working so hard it was time for her to take a break. First I had her tear out the notebook pages containing her assignment, and slide them to me. They were covered front and back with neat, well-formed script. I made some additional telepathic suggestions. Kim stood up, reached out her hand to grab my empty lunch bag, and started to head towards the bathroom. I had an excellent view of her tight butt swaying back and forth as she walked out.

While I was waiting for her to come back, I looked over what she had written. First came the dictation. "My name is Kim Lee, and I am your slave. I'm not even aware that I'm writing this. Isn't that funny? My silly brain still thinks that I'm busily looking for summer jobs. However, the rest of me is anxious and willing to obey your every command. Please don't feel guilty about taking advantage of me, since it won't bother me in the slightest way. I know that you are a hard-working, underappreciated, and very intelligent graduate student who deserves the quality recreation that my firm young body can provide." Next came her signature, followed by her answers on the essay section of my assignment.

Being a conscientious student, Kim had copied each of the questions down. They were as follows: 1) Please supply all the relevant details about yourself that you would expect to fill in if this were a job application to a modeling agency. 2) Please describe all your sexual experiences and fantasies during the past week. 3) Please describe your deepest, most embarrasing secret. The details of Kim's responses are best left to the gentle imaginations of my readers.

I skimmed the essays, keeping one eye on the door, awaiting Kim's return. I heard suppressed laughter and looked up. My Chinese girl had just come back into the room. She also heard the laughter and looked around to find its source. This caused even more laughter. Blushing vaguely in embarrassment and confusion, Kim headed back to her seat across from me. She was barefoot, but this wasn't the reason everyone was laughing. It had more to do with the sandals that she held unwittingly between her tightly clenched teeth.

As she passed me, Kim casually deposited my paper lunch bag back on my side of the table. She sat down across from me and resumed her note-taking. I looked at the sandals dangling from her mouth and smiled. They were quite funny. They were also drawing too much attention, so I had her drop them back into the center of the table. I took a peek in the lunch bag. In it were her bra and panties, which she had also unknowingly taken off while in the bathroom and brought back to me. I waited five minutes and then quietly moved all these treasures to the safety of my knapsack.

I looked over at Kim's breasts, loosely shrouded within her t-shirt. "Yawn and stretch," I prompted. She did so, tightening the fabric around her breasts and conveniently displaying her large nipples. "Again, please." My Chinese girl uncomplainingly complied. "Once more." Her breasts swelled a third time. I felt my cock hardening again and knew it was time for us to depart for a more private location.

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"Kim, please pack up your things. It's time for us to go." My Chinese girl cooperatively stopped writing and shoved her pen and notebook inside her knapsack. I packed up my own stuff. I then relayed another virtual scene to keep her occupied. "Kim, in a minute I'll get up and start walking out of here. You'll follow, staying about 10 feet behind me. You'll no longer think that you're looking for jobs in the campus employment office. Instead, while you're following me and until I give you further notice, you'll think that you're walking home. The walk will take a lot longer than usual, because you'll keep running into old friends whom you haven't seen in a while and who'll have a lot of fascinating things to say. As before, you will continue to obey all orders that I give you without question, and you won't notice that you're doing anything out of the ordinary." I stood up, and we walked out of the building.

I started strolling through the campus with Kim in my wake. In front of me I spotted a blond linguistics grad from one of my seminars. She was walking slowly, deep in conversation with her chair, gesturing furiously while making some bullshit academic point. I had been fantasizing about getting into those tight pants for some time now. "Go to the library and wait on the steps," I projected. "Wait on the steps and smile at people as they pass by." The blond grad blinked several times, looking momentarily confused. Then she stopped talking, turned, and began striding rapidly in the direction of the library. "Uh, I guess we'll take this up again later," hurredly called out the grad's chair to her trailing backside.

I loved my new toy. It would be especially fun at parties. I looked around, searching for ideas. "Hop," I commanded to my human shadow. Behind me, the Chinese girl tucked her rear leg tightly beneath her ass. She commenced bobbing stiffly up and down on the other leg, cheeks, breasts, and ass all jiggling at once. "Faster," I said, making the oscillations of her body parts even more frenzied. She began to flail her arms to try to keep her balance. I didn't want her to hurt herself unduely. "Okay, go back to just walking." The Chinese girl flowed back into her usual athletic glide.

Kim and I reached the front door of the Neurosciences Building. My office was on the third floor. I normally would have taken the elevator, but today I preferred the stairs. I had my Chinese girl walk closely in front of me, so I had an excellent view of the muscles rippling and bunching in her legs and calves as she climbed. We reached my office door, and I unlocked it. Fortunately, no one was around, although I suppose with my new toy it wouldn't have made much difference. I turned on the light, and Kim followed me in.

"Stand at attention, Private Kim," I mentally barked, as I reached out to close the door. She immediately stiffened. I walked around her, critically checking her posture. On a whim I decided to poke my finger into her soft breasts and tight belly. This was a mistake. She flinched, her unseeing eyes rolling in terror, her mouth opening wide as if preparing to scream. I realized that from her point of view she had suddenly been prodded by an invisible poltergeist in the middle of her inner walk. "You didn't feel that," I quickly soothed her. "You won't feel anything that happens between us." Her expression returned to its previous bland serenity. That was close.

I moved to clear some space off my desk. I starting transferring piles of computer print-outs, xerox reprints, old soda cans, and half-empty potato chip bags to the floor. When I was done, I went over to my office boom-box and popped in a CD. I turned the volume up about half-way. The retro new-wave trilling of "Good Stuff" by the B-52's filled the room. "Climb up there and dance for me," I prompted. Kim hurried to comply, and I plopped down in my desk chair to watch.

In her own abstracted way, the Chinese girl was a very good dancer. The movements of her head, hands, breasts, pelvis, and feet all counterpointed each other in complex syncopation. After five minutes of strenuous dancing, her arms and legs were covered with a sheen of sweat. Her breathing rate, however, had hardly changed at all. Obviously, my Kim was in good shape. As she started to sweat more, her t-shirt also became wet, sticking to and outlining her breasts. With her long hair swaying behind her, she looked very erotic.

"Strip," I commanded. She kept dancing, the shirt going over her head, the shorts dropping to be kicked away. That was all she had on. "Fondle yourself. Both hands, tits and cunt." Her dancing hands drifted to her erogenous zones. Her dripping face remained impassive. I decided she needed a touch of internal stimulation. "Kim, as you are walking home, you see that guy Chuck, the one you were fantasizing about. He's coming over to talk to you. Maybe he wants to ask you for a date. Isn't that exciting?" At last, Kim's breathing started to quicken. Her nipples grew red and hard, and the musk of her sex filled the air. She was ready, and so was I.

I had already decided to take her doggy style with both of us standing. My "all-nighter" couch afforded some other possiblities, but would have been quite cramped. "Kim, stop dancing and climb down. Stand on your toes about three feet in front of my desk. Lean forward and prop yourself up with your arms." She did exactly as she was told. I unzipped my jeans and dropped my shorts. As I reached out my hand to stroke her rounded ass, I had another idea. "Kim, do me a favor. Each time I press into you, give out a large squeak, as though you were a giant inflatable mouse." I penetrated her easily and started thrusting myself vigorously forward against her muscular butt.

"Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek!"

"Unnhhh!" I collapsed on top of my Chinese girl, almost knocking her over. In a daze I climbed off and started pulling up my clothes. Wow, that was quite a rush. My head was still pounding.

I dropped into my chair a second time. I positioned Kim on her hands and knees in front of me so I could lay my feet in the middle of her supple back. Happy with my new living footrest, I leaned back in my chair, simultaneously gazing out the window at the campus scurrying below me. I reviewed my plans for the rest of the afternoon. The bank, and definitely the mall. There was something I was forgetting. Ah yes, the library. Can't miss the library. My tired cock stirred briefly. I hoped I was up to it.

After getting my breath back, I stood up and reached for my knapsack. I told Kim to get dressed and handed her back her bra and panties. I decided to keep the sandals as a souvenir. It was time to say goodbye to my favorite Chinese girl. "Kim, give me a kiss. The same kind of kiss that you gave to that guy Bill when you were making out with him earlier this week." Kim walked over to me, stood on her toes, put her arms around me, and pressed her lips up towards mine. As our tongues met, I looked closely into her wide, shining eyes. They were not blank - never blank - just distracted. I reached up to stroke her hair. After a minute I broke off the kiss, a little misty-eyed. I would miss her.

"Kim, go home. When you get to the part of the walk that you usually take between the Campus Employment office and your house, merge what you've been seeing in your head with what you're actually see in front of you. After that perceive things the way you normally do, remembering that you spent a perfectly ordinary day at the Campus Employment office looking for summer jobs and that you're now going home. However, don't realize that your sandals are missing until you get back to your room, or until someone points it out to you." She picked up her knapsack and her purse and headed for my door. The last thing of I ever saw of the Chinese girl was a glimpse of her trim ankles turning the corner. I went on to have even more exciting adventures with my telepathic amplifier. Kim never did figure out what happened to those sandals.

[jaslim_87]

Coco Gets Raped

A look at my watch told me that it was already 7.00pm. It had been raining heavily and there were few passengers. I drove to the airport and tried my luck there but things were better. Just as I was about to give up and call it a day, a woman wearing dark glasses waved to me.

The woman carried a small haversack. She got into my cab, announced her destination and proceeded to dry herself with a towel taken from inside her haversack. She removed her dark glasses. There was a familar song on the radio and seeing her face once more in the rear view mirror, her long, dyed hair, I recognised that she was none other than Coco L.

"Excuse me, miss, are you Coco L?"

"You've got such good eyesight. I thought I could get away." she laughed.

"Nobody will fail to recognise a beauty like you." I said.

I took another peek at her through the rear view mirror. She was wearing a black bra top and a pair of tight black shorts. Her fair skin and fleshy thighs were clearly visible.

As we took the path towards the city, more and more cars were streaming in.

"I think there's going to be a traffic jam further down the road. Shall we make a detour through the hills?" I asked her and she agreed.

I steered the car out of the highway and followed a deserted path into the hills. As the road got darker and quieter, the look of that shapely body in the rear view mirror was giving me an erection. I decided that a vagina was a vagina. How could I miss this opportunity to rape a star?

Making up my mind, I brought the cab to a deserted factory.

"Where are you bringing me?" Coco started to panic.

"I'm bringing you to heaven." I replied.

The moment I stopped the car, Coco got out and screamed. It was still raining heavily and there wasn't a single soul for miles in any direction. Coco saw a stick on the ground and picked it up.

"Don't come any nearer or I'll hit you with this."

"Wait till I hit you with my stick down here." I said.

True enough, she swung the stick at me as I neared her, but she was weakened by the cold and rain and I managed to grab her stick. I then punched her in the tummy. She passed out instantly. I carried her into the building and chained her up in a standing position, her wrists chained to a low horizontal beam. I stipped till I was stark naked. Then I proceeded to take her clothes off. First came the bra top. Surprisingly, she still had a black bra underneath. Stripping off her shorts, I discovered a pair of black thong panties too. I couldn't resist giving her breasts a pinch and she woke up.

"Let me go, you shameless bastard!"

"Hey, show some gratitude. I'm taking your clothes off because I'm afraid you may catch a cold. Look, your undies are wet too. Let me help you take them off as well."

"No, don't!"

I ignored her screams and proceeded to tear off her black bra and thin thong panties. After sniffing her undies I giggled and said to her: "Smells like you're no longer a virgin. So which rich man broke you in?"

"Shameless bastard!" she shouted and spat.

I took out my cigarette light, placed it about 20cm from her pubis and struck.

"What are you doing, you psycho!"

Laughing, I said: "This is what I call roast chicken. There is too much of yin forces in you. Let me give you some yang forces."

Soon, the smell of burning pubic hair rose from beneath.

"Ouch! Please let me go. I beg you." Coco cried.

"That's what I want to hear. You should have said that earlier. I promise I'll be gentle with you as long as you don't keep scolding me."

I placed my hands over her large breasts and my lips touched her face. Then I kissed her and played with her tongue. She didn't resist anymore. Then I started licking her neck, sucking her white flesh all the way down to the cleavage between her large breasts. By this time, her tits were hard and erect. I placed my lips around one nipple and sucked as hard as I could. She recoiled a little but didn't attempt to pull away. I could see that her defenses were totally down. Coco was beginning to surrender to my invasion of her body.

I grabbed my penis and started poking for the opening in her thick black bush.

"Wait a minute. I don't wet easily. It might still be painful." she said.

Seeing that she was co-operative, I gave in to her bargain and release her from the horizontal beam.

"Crawl to me like a bitch would." I ordered her. "Give me a good blowjob or I'll give you lots of pain."

She did as told but hesitated when she picked up my organ. Slowly, she licked my glans.

"What kind of a blowjob is this? Don't tell me you have not sucked American pricks before."

I grabbed her by her hair and thrust my prick all the way into her mouth. She stopped pretending and began to work like a pro. Yes, trained in America. Not bad at all.

Dida...dida...di....

I sang and laughed until I winced and shot a full load of semen into her mouth. When I pulled my cock out, a white stream of semen drooled out from the corner of her mouth.

"So how does my white tonic taste?" I asked, laughing.

She got on her feet and the disgusted look reappeared on her face.

I dragged her towards a large wooden desk and ordered her to lie down on it. Then, I spread her legs wide peered in between her large, swollen labia. It had only been minutes since I ejaculated, but my cock was ready again, standing straight out as I looked at Coco's pussy.

"I'm so sorry for having hurt you, little babe. I'm gonna love you well now."

Her clit was elusive, hidden under a thick bush of pubic hair which my lighter didn't manage to burn away at all. It took quite a bit of fingering before I found the moist opening.

"still too much hair. I think you need a shave."

"No, don't!"

I pulled out a knife and placed it against her flat belly. Within a couple of minutes, her thick, bushy pussy was bald and white.

"I like it nice and smooth." I said, laughing.

"What if people find out that my pussy is shaven?" she cried.

"Who would find out?" I asked and laughed.

By now, even her labia minora were visible. Placing a hand down there, I separated her small vaginal lips and pushed my middle finger inside to explore the soft and moist inner walls. Removing my finger, I bent down and continued to explore her vagina with my tongue. My tongue snaked around the lips and opening, sending shudders up Coco's body. She began to moan.

I got up and inserted my glans into her vagina. I moved it around the surface to tease her.

"Please don't tease me."

"So you're finally enjoying it, huh?" I said and plunged all 9 inches of my shaft inside her.

"Ah! Not so hard." she cried.

"Is this a big cock or what?"

"Yes, very big."

After a few more thrusts, I was totally exhausted and had to pull out.

"Can I have more?" she asked me.

"What? Do you think you're supposed to be the one enjoying yourself? You want more, I'll give you more."

I saw a beer bottle lying around and picked it up.

"Even an infant's body can come out from there. Let's see if a cunt that has been screwed by American cocks can swallow a bottle like this."

I shoved the small beer bottle up her pussy, only to see it disappear between her labia.

"Ouch!" she screamed. "I've had enough. Let me go."

Her cries energised me and I was ready for more. Grabbing her body, I flipped her over.

"There's one other hole in your body that I haven't played with. I'll let you go after this."

With 2 fingers, I plunged into her anus and felt its tight walls.

"I believe you're an anal virgin." I said.

"Yes, nobody has played with my anus yet." she replied.

"Good!" I said, slapping her buttocks hard. "I'll break your anal virginity today."

"Can you remove the bottle from my pussy first?"

"No more bargaining!" I shouted and squeezed her breasts from behind.

I took a deep breath and inserted my prick into her anus, inch by inch. It was so tight, so stimulating. With a few rapid hip thrusts, I broke my way in. I could feel her anal walls bursting to give way to my big cock. I was so engrossed in the thrusting that I almost failed to notice that she was crying. Within minutes, I ejaculated inside her virginal anus.

Totally satisfied with her co-operation, I agreed to pull the bottle out of her vagina.

Spent and exhausted, I sat down and rested while she recovered her wet and black undies. I went forth and snatched them from her.

"What else do you want?" she asked.

"Just to keep these as souvenirs." I replied. "I won't tell anyone and you should know better than to call the police."

Without a word, Coco put on her bra top and black shorts. She got into my taxi and I drove her to the main road and let her alight there.

"Coco, don't dress so revealingly next time. I hope you won't forget this night for the rest of your life. Goodbye."

END

[jaslim_87]

The Dancing Rapist
I met her at the dance club. When I first laid my eyes on her, she was dancing on the dance floor, the colorful lights swimming around her like fishes. She was wearing a red body suit and white pants. Her seductive figure was beautifully flaunted, but she was dancing alone.

I watched her for nearly one hour. She was wearing high heels which were not really suitable for dancing. Apart from the bartender, she spoke to nobody. From her very youthful face, I judged that her age was not far from 18. I love young and arrogant bitches. The joy of making them submit is so great to me. I guessed that maybe she was a student from the nearby secondary school. I’ve heard that the place was full of horny little girls who would venture out to this dance club every weekend.

After several hours of dancing, she seemed ready to call it quits. I watched as she sat down at the bar counter to finish her drink. I sat a few stools away. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but her youthfulness made her look really cute. Her hair was short and dyed red. Feeling horny that night, I wasn’t too particular about the kind of partner I could get.

She was obviously pretty tired and also a bit drunk. I saw her playing her car keys. By then the bar was almost empty. I settled the bill and went outside to wait for her. I saw a red Toyota parked not too far away. It had to be hers. There were no other cars parked in the vicinity except for that belonging to the bar owner. Looking more closely at the red car, I discovered that one of the windows was not completely wound up. Through the gap, I managed to open the car door. Quickly, I slipped into the back seat and waited for her.

After waiting for another 15 minutes or so, she finally showed, staggering her way out of the dance club. She got into the driver’s seat and shut the door without noticing me at all. As she was driving down the highway, I suddenly stood up and placed the blade of my knife to her throat.

“Ah …”

“Don’t move or you’re dead.” I warned her.

“What do you want?” she stammered.

“Just keep on driving, take the next exit and go straight. Now turn into that small road and go all the way in.”

We arrived at a very quiet and deserted area. There was nothing except trees on both sides of the road. I ordered her to get out of the car.

“Now strip.” I ordered.

The red-headed Chinese girl stared at me in fear, then looked away.

“Hey, what are you waiting for? I said strip.”

She still didn’t move. Even flashing my knife didn’t work. I decided that I had to use some force. So I grabbed her by her dyed hair and delivered a punch to her face. Her nose and lips were bleeding. She cried and then sank to her knees. Then, before the next blow, she agreed to do whatever I told her to.

I stepped back to see how she would comply. She stood up and began to tuck her thumbs into the waistband of her white pants. In slow motion, she pulled it down. I loved the slow motion. It gave me time to enjoy the revelation frame by frame. My heart pounded as the panties portion of her red bodysuit was revealed.

“Go on.” I urged her when she stopped.

She turned around till her back was facing me. Her buttocks were really beautiful. They had just the right amount of fat and muscle. It was a very nice, young butt. Probably because she was still sweaty after the dance, the firm meat of her buttocks glistened beautifully under the dim streetlights. The panties area was high cut at the sides and fitted her bottom like the swimsuits of the female lifeguards in Baywatch.

“Turn around when you strip that off. I wanna see your tits.”

She turned around and began to detach the crotch area and tug her remaining garment off. As she pulled the detached bottom of her red bodysuit up, I was amazed to see that she was wearing something underneath. It was a pair of sexy white thong panties. I was almost drooling at this point. The bodysuit was peeled off her shapely trunk and finally, her tits sprang out.

They were not particularly big tits. She was still 18, but they were firm and nicely formed, maybe a C cup. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I sprang forward and grabbed her from behind. I could feel my prick pressing against her buttocks, now clad only in a flimsy, tiny pair of thong panties.

She screamed.

“Are you afraid of me? Why don’t you just relax and enjoy it?”

She didn’t say anything. I could see her shivering in the cold night air.

“Kneel down!”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t if you listen to me. Now kiss my prick.”

I had unzipped my pants and let my little brother stick out.

She had knelt down, but she refused to look at me. She just kept shaking her head. Angry, I grabbed her red hair and pulled her towards me. She still refused to comply, so I grabbed my little brother and slapped her face with it. Her eyes, her lips, her ears were all hit. She did nothing but cry.

“Please don’t rape me.”

“Hands on the ground.” I said.

She complied and I pulled out my leather belt to whip her buttocks.

“Keep quiet or I’ll kill you.”

Her buttocks were far more succulent and well-developed than her breasts. Looking at her wide hips and full buttocks, it was impossible to tell that she was only 18. No pubic hair showed through the sides of her skimpy thong panties. I guessed she must have shaven her pussy. Holding my belt, I continued to whip. She just whimpered. I stopped before I destroyed her beautiful buttocks. It was heaven to see her swaying hips in the dance club naked before me now.

Next, I bent down and kissed the buttocks I had just whipped. The reddened skin was still nice and smooth. I kissed, licked and then bit into her buttocks. I didn’t know how it felt to her, but it was great for me. I poked into the thin strip of cloth between the butt cheeks. She squinted, but was in no position to complain.

Then, I worked my way to her breasts. They were small pear-shaped things, but they felt really good when I squeezed them. Her nipples were large and pink.

“Spread your legs, you bitch!”

She didn’t seem to have heard me. I raised my belt and whipped her again. She finally complied. I reached my hand to her pubis and started fiddling with that small, triangular piece of cloth. The material was pretty thick. It was wet with sweat and I fingered hard to find the cleft between her legs. Yes, it was there, I could feel it. I slid my fingers up and down until I could no longer hold myself back. I grabbed the T-back of her panties and pulled the last barrier between me and her pussy off.

By this time, she was too weak to resist. I touched her pubis and felt a prickly sensation. It was like she had a massive beard down there. This was disgusting. She shaved, but she obviously didn’t shave regularly.

“Gosh, what a prickly pussy you have there.” I cried.

She didn’t say anything. She just whimpered, still on all fours. I decided that it would be less uncomfortable to screw her from the rear where there would not be so much prickly short hairs, so I knelt down behind her, aimed my cock and shoved it in.

It was a difficult entry as she was not properly lubricated yet. I was already getting impatient and excited. But after a dozen thrusts, her vaginal walls began to moisten up and the going was not as rough as before. I had never imagined that she could be a virgin and indeed she wasn’t.

“Hey bitch, how many boys have you had? Answer me!”

“Four.” She replied.

“Four only? So I’m the fifth? How old are they? Boys your age?”

“Three of them are from my school. One was a car salesman I met at the dance club.”

“Do you prefer older men?”

“Yes, sure.”

“See, I told you you could enjoy yourself. I’m not raping you, am I?”

“No, no. Don’t stop. This is good. The small boys are so small and besides, they shoot off so quickly.”

“Haha …..” I laughed.

By then, she was rocking her buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts. It was getting more and more enjoyable. Still, it was already very late in the night and we were both very tired. I continued thrusting vigorously until I shot my load towards her uterus. The stream of semen felt like it would go on forever.

“By the way, what’s your name?” I asked.

“Ya Mei.” She replied.

“Can I keep your thong panties as a souvenir?”

“Sure.” She said as she put on her bodysuit and white pants. :Next time, let’s find a more comfortable place to do it.


END

[jaslim_87]

Dorm Examination

Hidden in the closet of the dorm room, Joe Foo heard the door to the room open and close. Sow Kuan was back. In the darkness of the closet, he heard her walking around her dorm room. He heard her go into the bathroom and heard the sink running, then stop. Joe peered through a crack in the closet door and he could see into the bedroom - she was coming out of the bathroom, still dressed in her jeans and sweater, but she had taken her
shoes and socks off.

Sow Kuan stood in front of the mirror and ran her hands through her hair...and then he stepped out of the closet.

"Hello, Sow Kuan", he said, and he moved toward her quickly to close the distance between himself and the wall.

Sow Kuan jumped and turned around quickly, but by this time, he had placed his hands on her arms and pinned her against the wall. She wanted to scream, but something in Joe’s eyes told her that she would be hurt of she did. She turned away from Joe’s stare and he took control of the situation right away.

"Let's get one thing straight. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to rape you or steal anything from you. This is just a simple housecall from a medical student who just got flunked by your dear father, Professor Bob Chang. He told me I needed more practice. Fine. I’ll do a little practicing on his daughter then. Just do what I say, be a cooperative patient and you'll be fine. Do you understand?"

Sow Kuan nodded her head as he released his grip on her arms. He stepped back and Sow Kuan stayed in place.

"You know that this is a doctor's visit, right?", he asked. Sow Kuan shuddered as she answered, "Y-y-yes, b-b-but what does that mean?", she asked.

"It just means that I'm going to examine you to make sure everything is OK, and then I'll leave", he answered. Sow Kuan stood there speechless. "So, the first thing that you need to do is take off your clothes", he said.

Sow Kuan started to whimper and tears began to roll from her eyes, but she did not move from her spot. He reassuringly grabbed her arm and said in a softer voice, "Hey, I told you I wasn't going to hurt you and I'm not going to rape you. This is just like going to the doctor", he said.

Sow Kuan reached to the bottom of her sweater and began lifting up and over her head. "That's it, like a nice girl", he side as he watched her reveal her firm belly and then up over her white bra and off her head. She dropped the sweater to the floor and stood there - in just her bra and jeans.

"OK, ok, now the pants", he instructed and she reached for the button on her jeans, undoing it and then lowering the zipper. He saw the pink elastic waistband of her panties as she lowered the zipper. There was a bit of hesitation now until he said firmly, "Continue".

Sow Kuan tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and slid them over her hips, over her butt, and down her legs - and, here were the panties! Yes, nice little pink bikini panties to match her white bra.

Sow Kuan stepped out of her jeans and stood in front of him with her arms crossed and her hands in front of her panties. He reached for her arm and led her to the bed. "No need to be shy dear, this is just a routine examination by the doctor", he said, as he sat her on the bed. Then, he reached below the bed and pulled out his "supplies" that he had stowed earlier - a large black doctor's bag and a white doctor's coat. Sow Kuan watched as he put the coat on and hung a stethoscope around his neck. He reached into the bag and pulled out a blue plastic tube, unscrewed it, and held a thermometer in his hand. He
read it, shook it down, then read it again. "Let's get an idea of your temperature - open up", he said as he placed his hand on Sow Kuan's jaw. Sow Kuan opened her mouth and took the thermometer under her tongue, closing her lips around it. He stood back and took in the view of Sow Kuan sitting on the bed in her bra and panties as her oral
temperature is being taken. He reached into the bag for his torchlight and shone it into her eyes - deep brown eyes, then into her ears, and up her nose. Sow Kuan thought all of this was quite strange but she also was feeling more comfortable that this man was doing just like what he said and, actually, had a pretty good bedside manner!

Enough time had elapsed and he took the thermometer from Sow Kuan's mouth, and read it. "Slightly elevated - we'll look at that later", he said, and then he put it back into the blue case and back into the bag. He had a tongue depressor in his hand and he told Sow Kuan to "open wide". Sow Kuan opened her mouth as he looked inside, pressing the
tongue depressor against her tongue and looking around inside her mouth. He couldn't help but wonder whether she'd sucked any cock...and then he felt the stirring in his loins as his own cock hardened and pressed against his pants. He finished, removed the tongue depressor from her mouth, and took a blood pressure cuff from the bag. Sow Kuan knew what to do as she extended her arm for him to wrap the cuff. He pumped it up and took the reading - just like the doctor. He removed the cuff and put it back in the bag. "Lie back on the bed", he told her and she did as she was told. He liked that. He stepped back and enjoyed the view of Sow Kuan lying in front of him in her white bra and pink bikini panties just waiting for the rest of the examination.

Sow Kuan looked directly into Joe’s eyes as he put the stethoscope earpieces into his ears. She looked him over noticing his physical appearance to report it later to the police. It wouldn’t be too difficult to identify him amongst all her father’s only 200 or so students. He was about 5'10", 185 pounds, a full head of black hair over his ears, and dark glasses. He was dressed in a dark blue polo shirt and khaki pants. As she looked at the pants she noticed that there was a bulge. Then she felt his hand and the cold stethoscope on her chest. She gasped and jumped.
"Sorry", he said, playing the doctor perfectly as he moved the head of the stethoscope across her chest. He asked her to breath in and out, and to cough. He had her sit up so he could listen to her back, then lie back down again. He took the stethoscope and listened to her stomach; she noticed how light his touch was as he moved the head across her belly, and then he stood up and removed the stethoscope from his ears and put it back into the bag. Sow Kuan was thinking this wasn't too bad as he placed his hands on her stomach and began to press in certain areas, asking her if she felt any discomfort. She was beginning to relax and think she was being examined by a real doctor. But she
tensed up when his fingertips went under the waistband of her panties and she raised her legs and rolled away. He firmly grabbed her arms and reminded her, "Just being examined by the doctor, remember?", and she again lay flat on the bed. She never really knew what was going on. She hated medicine and took sociology instead; much to her father’s disappointment. She was the clubbing and partying sort. She never thought she was made for medicine like her parents. She even figured that she might go crazy studying medicine. Now, she was convinced.

Joe continued to move his hands over her belly and again went under the waistband of her pink panties just a little bit. Then he stood up and said, "OK - now let's do a breast exam", and Sow Kuan was reminded that the examination wasn't over and she remembered seeing the bulge in his pants.

"Wait, wait", she pleaded. But he was continuing as he pulled her by the shoulders to a sitting position on the bed. Before she knew it, he had reached behind her and undone the clasp so that the cups of the bra fell from her breasts. He took the straps and slid them from her arms and she went to cover herself until he reached for her arms - "I am the doctor", as he lowered her arms. Sow Kuan looked away as he took a breast in each hand, as if weighing them, then she felt him palpating each one separately. She knew to lie back when he pushed on her shoulder, and from past doctor's visits, she raised her arms over her head. She felt him pressing on each breast and then, a bit different
from past breast exams, she felt him running a fingertip over each nipple. She knew they would become erect, and they did. She felt him put a nipple between the fingers of each hand and lightly pinch it and pull on it, and then rub it with his fingertip. She still didn't know what was going on, and she should be scared out of her mind with this angry student that her father just failed, yet what he was doing now was actually beginning to arouse her! The breast examination ended abruptly.

Sow Kuan looked toward he and saw that he was fumbling in the bag. He stood up with a tube of something in his left hand and a red cylinder, much like the blue cylinder that housed the thermometer, in his right hand. And, she looked down, and confirmed that there was a bulge in his pants. It was strange, because she was feeling comfortable with this "doctor", but she wondered what was going to happen next and what was he going to do about the bulge in his pants. He said he wasn't going to hurt her. She wasn’t sure of herself. He seemed crazy enough to be capable of anything.