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Fantasy

Delirium

I started writing this because I was bored, and it got a little interesting.

Fantasy

A Dream

This is my first post so any constructive criticism is appreciated. I will warn you that I orginally hadnt planned on posting this since i wrote it on a cell but my girlfriend urged me so my fromatting, spelling and grammar might be off. In this story I didnt describe the character because I wanted to write it in a way that the readers imagination is supposed to feed how they see the characters whether its them self or someone else. also this is supposed to be the first part of a series so let me know if I should keep going with it.

Fiction

Regan and Liz go to an Orgy PART 1

This is by far the longest sex story I’ve ever written. Sorry if the events leading up to the juicy parts are little long, but I hope everything is made up once things start to get going. If there’s something you were hoping to see but it didn’t happen, it will most likely happen in PART 2. Enjoy, and comments are always welcomed.

True Story

Cousin Dee Gets Her First Dick

My cousin Dee is 2 years older, but we had always been very close. Now when we were both in our teens the raging hormones finally get us to come as close as we could to one another. Read on to learn how my sexy, older cousin sister Dee managed to seduce me and we became fuck-buddies for years to come.

Fiction

Spanking of My Secretary

This is just a piece of fiction hope the readers enjoy it
When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
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Fantasy

One In A million 1-4 [RECAP]

Hey everyone! Redthorn is back in action with some more works and some new stories. To kick-start me returning, I’m going to repost my original version of the one in a million story with some new chapters as well, Then I’m going to share an all-new fanfiction I’ve been working on so please forgive my absence and enjoy the story!

True Story

My Asian Treat Pt.10

My Asian Treat Pt.10
Justice
There are few times in a man’s life when everything just quits working. One, for instance, is when your feet slip off the pedals of your bike and you come down hard on that bar in the middle. For most guys that will stop you dead in your tracks. I had the same sort of experience when I saw Hirito standing in front of me. The initial rush of emotions ranged from anger and loss, to extreme outrage and disbelief. Why had Hirito not told me he was the owner of the company? Why the facade? Why didn’t Kayko tell me? Was she a “guarantor” for the contract? What other surprises were in store for me? My mind kept racing as I stood there with my mouth hanging open not sure of how I would respond. And as for his limp ass excuse of pressing business, ‘What a load of shit,’ I thought as I looked past Hirito to see a bow legged Ruu approaching with Hirito’s bag. He must have got carried away fucking her this morning because she looked to be in real discomfort.
“So, how has the game progressed?” Hirito asked while looking at me with a somewhat defensive look.
Luckily for me Ito began briefing him on the mornings score and events. As he spoke to Hirito I turned around to face Kayko. She had a genuine look of worry and concern on her face as I took the few necessary steps to close the distance between us. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my knees wobble a little as I stepped straight up to her.
“So…” I started, still not sure of how I felt about all of this. “Let me take a wild guess that you are the CEO of the company.”
I could visibly see Kayko tense up from the tone of my voice. I am pretty sure she could tell that I was somewhat pissed. Wait, let me change that, I was VERY PISSED! This whole soap opera had the markings of playing me for a chump. I don’t know about the rest of you, but it had the flavor of making me out to be a naive idiot and I didn’t like that too much.
Kayko looked up at me, then over at Hirito, then back to me again before she answered. “Yes. I am the CEO, but Hirito runs the company. It was set up that way by our father.” she replied in a quiet voice with a nod of her head instead of a bow.
“I see.” That was all I could think of to say at that moment. If I had woken up in the morning with a cheese grater stuck up my ass I would not have been more surprised than I was right now. It was all I could do to keep my composure and just not go off on everyone right there and then. It was also at that moment that I realized that I truly felt alone. Not the kind of alone you feel when you are in your room at night and wish you could be doing something, but the kind of alone that you feel when you realize that you have no-one to call, no-where to go, and no-one to talk to that was not affiliated with this whole fucked up situation that you found yourself in the middle of. An isolated kind of alone that leaves your heart out there to be smashed to pieces without mercy and your soul open for devastation. It was during this brief moment of self-evaluation that I noticed Kayko. The look on her face changed to one of fear and regret as I pondered my situation. She could tell that she had made a horrific mistake, but was now at the mercy of the tide. She was going to have to deal with whatever repercussions came of this web she helped to weave, and live with the outcome.
I will say that I was at a huge disadvantage. (Like you guys couldn’t guess it) Here I was, in a foreign country, at a country club in a very public space, and I just had my nuts handed to me on a platter along with a good helping of sucker. At least, that’s how I felt at that moment. What would you do?! It felt like some had just reached into my chest and ripped my heart out! I could not think of a response so I said nothing. I reached into my bag and pulled out my driver without saying a word. As I turned and started to step away I heard a very meek and timid voice from Kayko say one word, “Mike?”
Ito and Hirito were chuckling about the morning’s events when I stepped up to them. I didn’t give a shit anymore and I was going to make them pay for it.
“So who is up first?” Hirito asked with a grin on his face as if he had no idea.
“Have at it,” I replied while leaning against my club.
There is one really fortunate thing about this whole mess. Hirito can’t play golf worth a shit. His tee shot was a worm burner that made it only 100 yards or so down the fairway. Pounding the head of his club against the ground I am sure he was cussing in Japanese. Ito, on the other hand was admonishing him on the well played shot, stating that his second shot would be a perfect approach. I just grinned because I was going to take out my own style of justice.
Ito teed off and sliced into the woods. I knew he had done it on purpose because he had not shanked one all day. Hirito just laughed and pointed, sighting that he would definitely loose the hole over that one. I just smiled thinking, ‘You don’t know how right you are, buddy.’
Then it was my turn. I think I warped my golf ball I hit it so hard, my unleashed anger sent it flying down the fairway like it was shot out of a gun. With the bounce and roll I had an easy chip to the green for an approach. When I turned around I was met with dead silence. Both Hirito and Ito stood there with their mouths hanging open. “Game on boys,” I said with a smirk on my face, fully satisfied with my shot. I gave my club a little twirl as I walked over to my bag to get my wedge. Kayko was standing there with two small trickles of tears running down her cheeks and a look like someone had just shot her dog. “Dry your face and come on,” I said as I turned and started after the duo preceding me.
I played quietly throughout the back nine, speaking only when spoken to. Kayko would display a hopeful look on her face every time I returned to my bag to get another club, but to my discredit I would leave her standing there in silence. I did not want to make a scene out on the open fairways especially while I had all of my emotions swirling around inside me. Even when I got a hole in one on number 12 I said nothing. I just quietly retrieved my ball and stuck it in my pocket.
The back nine, on that hellatious morning, turned out to be the best half round of golf I have ever played. It was a slaughter. I know it was wrong, by culture, to show up the boss like that. But it felt really good to pound them in the fashion that I dished out. Kayko said nothing after the first hole, but just followed quietly with my clubs keeping her gaze toward the ground. I finished the nine holes 10 under par, beating Ito by 12 strokes and Hirito by 20 or more, making me the clear victor of the whole round. Ito bowed to Hirito as we got to the parking lot and spoke Japanese to him. After Hirito replied he turned and faced me with a look of disgust on his face. I could tell he was not happy. He gave a quick bow and said “Good game” before turning abruptly and heading off to his car.
When he was out of ear shot Hirito looked at me and said, “What the fuck was that all about Mike? You were very disrespectful.”
I am glad that I did not punch him dead in the face. It might have made me feel better, but it would not have resolved the situation. “Oh really?!” I replied as I prepared to unload on him. “What about the disrespect you showed me by not telling me you are the owner of the company? And what about Kayko? Don’t you think I should have been told that she was the CEO?”
Hirito looked a little dumbfounded. I don’t think he was expecting me to speak up like I did and I apparently caught him off guard. He was about to say something when he stopped and raised his eyebrow. I could tell his mind was running at a million miles an hour. He barked out something to Ruu in Japanese who immediately scurried towards his car with his golf bag in tow. He finally spoke after Ruu was gone.
“We will talk when you get home.” He said before turning his head to his sister. “Kayko!” he barked before shouting at her in Japanese. I don’t know what it was that he said but it sure turned on the waterworks. Tears poured from her eyes as Hirito turned and stomped off toward his car.
Now came the hard part. What was I going to do? Even with the nine holes to think about the situation I still was unsure of what to say or do. And when I turned and saw my lovely Kayko standing there in the nice outfit I had purchased for her, and the ring on her finger, I found myself in a terrible position. She only glanced up at me as I turned around before returning her gaze to the ground while sniffling and wiping tears from her cheeks. I hated the situation I was in. It is things like this that can piss you off so badly that you can wind up doing things you will regret for the rest of your life. I still felt hollow inside, but the sight of her started to fill the void in my heart and ease my anger.
“Let’s go.” I said as I walk toward her. “We are going to have a talk in the car.”
Kayko said nothing, she only bowed to me. With the golf clubs stored in the trunk we piled into the back of the limo. Once inside I hit the little switch that raised the partition between us and the driver. With the back of the car sealed off from the rest of the world I sat across from her with my back to the driver and said, “Ok…explain. Why didn’t you tell me that you are the CEO of the company?”
“I didn’t want that to influence you or your judgment towards me.” She quickly stated while tears flowed down her cheeks again. “I wanted you to love me for who I am, not because I am the CEO of the company.”
That was a good argument on her part. But it was still deception no matter how you slice it.
“Besides,” she continued as she pulled a tissue out of the passenger door pocket, “I don’t do anything for the company anyway. Hirito has to be in control of everything. I was CEO by title only.”
That actually made sense. Hirito did like his position of authority, and he liked giving orders to those around him. Even if Kayko had been the elder of the two, Hirito would still have been in charge because he was a male. (I will say that I think that philosophy sucks) My anger was starting to ease even more as I listened to her explanation. I think it was about this point in time when I started to crack because I caught myself looking at her legs and the short hem of her skirt. Kayko has legs that are simply stunning, and I just love licking my way up and down them. But I still had issues that I wanted answers for and I was not going to be satisfied until Kayko told me what she knew.
“So why didn’t Hirito tell me that he owned the company?” I asked as I shifted my position to get a better look at those fabulous legs aimed my direction.
“I don’t know,” she replied as she uncrossed her legs. I think she had noticed the direction of my gaze. “I think he wanted to test you.”
“Test me?” I was a bit puzzled. This whole ordeal had clouded my rational thinking a bit so I couldn’t see the answer.
“Yes. He wanted to see if you were as good as the reports about you had stated. So you had to ‘earn’ this account on your own merits.” She said while looking me straight in my eyes.
I could tell that she was giving me an honest answer. Her body language and the tone of her voice all indicated truthfulness. Then it hit me.
“What do you mean by saying you ‘were’ CEO by title only?” I felt a little bit shaky when I asked her this.
Kayko looked down at her lap and then quietly stated, “Hirito just fired me.”
I try not to let my anger get the best of me ever. Even when things are really bad I find some kind of positive in the situation and go with it. But I will tell all of you that the first image that came to mind was of me giving Hirito a golf club enema. The degree of rage that just surged through me was lethal. Kayko could tell that this enraged me.
“Don’t be angry,” she pleaded. “I am glad to be done with that anyway.”
The look on her face told me that this was also a true statement. I let out a long sigh and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling of the car. My world was spinning around and around and I felt like I was just on it for the ride, unable to do anything about my surroundings. As I sat there staring blankly up at the cars roof pondering my next move I felt two small hands begin to undo my pants. I looked down to see Kayko kneeling on the floor of the car as she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.
“I am so sorry,” she said as she kissed the end of my dick while gently squeezing it with her soft hand. “Please,” she said as she ran her tongue up the underside and swirled it around the head once, “allow me to make it up to you.”
Her eyes were big and beautiful as she licked her lips waiting for my answer. I now felt like an ass. I had been so mean to her on the golf course and now she was getting ready to service me? I think I really do belong in the asshole hall of fame. I looked into her beautiful face and smiled. That is all it took. Instantly Kayko lowered her head and engulfed every last inch of my growing member in her mouth and began giving me a blowjob that made my morning wake up blows seem like amateur hour. The sensations went from zero to beyond comprehension instantly. My goodness, she really was sincere about trying to make up! I think she pulled every last trick she knew out of her hat because I went from semi hard to titanium steel in a micro second. It seemed very much like she was trying to feed from me rather than give me pleasure. Her head bobbed up and down while she sucked and swallowed my cock deep in her throat. Her hot breath mixed wildly with the cool sensation of her tears streaming down her face that dripped onto my stomach. It remains until this very day as the most outstanding, incredible, mind wrenching blowjob she has ever given me. I only wish I could have lasted longer.
Within just a few minutes I arched my back and began cumming. Kayko did not slow down in the least. She swallowed every last drop and kept sucking to keep me hard. I was starting to get delirious from the intensity of my orgasm and did not even notice Kayko moving until I felt her tight pussy clamp down on my dick. In a flash she had released my dick from her mouth, pushed the two golf balls out of her pussy onto the floor, moved up and straddled my waist, and plunged my dick deep inside her. I grabbed her hips and forced her down onto me as hard as I could until I felt my dick bottom out against her cervix. Holy fuck was she ever tight! As she showered my face and neck with kisses she squeezed her pussy really hard, sending me immediately into a continuation of my first orgasm. I grunted and gasped as I pumped my seed hard against her cervix. Kayko let out a slight little whimper with each hot blast, twitching and grinding herself harder onto me. Her expert pussy was gripping and releasing my cock like she was hanging on for dear life. I was rooted deep inside my sweetie, and she was loving it. As my orgasm finally subsided I leaned back gasping for air and reality. Kayko hugged herself to my torso, doing her best to try and crawl inside my skin with me as we rode out the last sensations of mutual satisfaction.
When I could speak again I said, “My god honey, that was incredible!”
“Thank you,” she replied with her head resting against my chest. “Apology accepted?” she asked as she brought her face up close to mine.
“Only if you will accept mine,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around her.
We kissed very tenderly and softly before falling into a tight embrace. We had managed to deal with the unpleasantries of the morning and came through it closer than we were before. We rode the rest of the way home with Kayko sitting on my dick and our arms wrapped around each other. I felt closer to Kayko now than I ever had, and I was not ever going to let her go. We made plans for the immediate future and agreed on a mutual game plan that would meet both of our needs. Kayko was coming home with me, and that was the end of it. Dealing with Hirito, however, was going to be another story.
As the limo pulled into the driveway Kayko dismounted. I could see Hirito waiting for me at the corner of his back porch so I knew the ‘showdown’ was eminent. As we climbed out of the back of the car I told Kayko to go to my quarters and wait for me. I was going to handle Hirito without any outside variables to influence me. This was going to be just between him and me. As Kayko started towards the guest quarters Hirito barked out something to her in Japanese that made her stop in her tracks. She looked at Hirito then quickly at me for some kind of action.
“It’s ok sweetie,” I said as I gestured for her to continue on. “You do what I told you in the car. I’ll handle this.”
Hirito looked at Kayko as she turned and continued towards my quarters before turning to me with an extremely red face. “What is she doing? I told her what she needs to do. Why isn’t she doing it?!” He was clearly agitated.
“Kayko and I have settled our issues,” I said calmly as I walked up to where he was standing. “As for you…” I paused while I organized my words. “Let’s just say we have a few issues that need to be resolved.”
Hirito stood like a statue as I spelled it all out to him. The fact that Kayko and I are happy together took the spotlight, along with the fact that she was going to be leaving with me. Hirito seemed to frown at this a little but I really didn’t give a shit. He would just have to make do without his live in slave. But the next point I made is the one that gave me the most satisfaction. I pointed out to Hirito that his company was now in breach of contract due to the removal of the CEO from her position. A legal clause stipulates no major personnel changes within the 6 month trial period. He was now clearly in default of the contract parameters making the contract void. He might have tried to hit me in the heart, but instead he hit himself in his wallet. This revelation stopped Hirito dead in his tracks and sent him scrambling for his phone. As I turned to walk away from him I said one last thing to him.
“By the way,” I said as I looked over my shoulder. “In college you could not play golf worth a shit, and as a business owner you still can’t play golf worth a shit.”
As Hirito screamed and hollered at me in Japanese I walked back to the quest quarters. At this point I didn’t really care if I burned this bridge or not, I just wanted my Kayko. She was waiting for me in the office with a look like she was expecting kittens.
“How did it go?” she asked as she walked over to me and put a big bear hug around me.
“We’re out of here sweetie.” I said as I leaned down and kissed her. “Hirito is pretty mad and I don’t feel like sticking around to hear him bitch. Go get whatever things you want to take with you and come back here as quickly as you can. I’ll call a hotel and get us a room. And don’t forget your passport.”
Kayko smiled before she took off out the door and ran across the property. This might not have been the best way to handle things, but in my mind it was the right thing to do. I called the Hilton in the downtown area and secured a room for us. As I was putting the last of my things into my bag Kayko came back in. She had a small bag with her stuff in it and her passport was sticking out of her pocket.
“Is that everything you want?” I queried as I looked at the small bag.
“I don’t need anything else,” she said as she strode up to me and stopped with her hands folded behind her back. “I have you and the few things that matter the most.”
With that she spread her feet apart, squatted down a little and reached between her legs. After just a second or so she brought her hands up. She was holding the long smooth stone her grandfather had carved for her. I smiled as I saw the cum covered stone resting in her hands.
“See,” she said with a huge smile on her face, “I have everything I need for the time being.”
I watched as she re-inserted the stone. “I love you honey.”
We took a cab to the Hotel where we spent my remaining two days fucking. It was a fantastic ending of my trip to Japan. I booked Kayko a seat on my flights back to the US. We joined the mile high club 4 different times while flying over the pacific. It was fantastic.
Kayko and I have been married now for 12 years. As it turns out, the day we were on the golf course and she had held my sperm inside her with the golf balls she got pregnant. Our little girl is 12 now, and our son is 10. Life could not have turned out better for us. As for Hirito, he managed to get over our abrupt departure though he has never been here to visit us. He did, however, see to the packing and shipping of Kaykos’ “exercise” equipment which I have set up in a special building in our back yard. She still uses it daily. As for me, I could not be happier. As I am typing this right now my beautiful sweetie is under my desk, with the stone in her pussy, and my dick down her throat. She has helped me to remember most all of the details of this story and has provided the foundation and encouragement I needed to write this. Now you guys might understand why I call her, “My Asian Treat.”
Thanks for reading and all of the nice comments. My next story is of a series of events that happened 7 years ago. Those events have dramatically affected day to day life for me, but it should be interesting for all of you. Thanks for listening.
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At first i want to introduce myself for you, that you can imagine how i look alike. My name is Laura and i am 23 years old. I have long black hair and brown eyes. At this time in the year i have a dark taint. I am 5 foot and 6 inches tall and my wheight is about 123 pounds. I have the right curves at the right places. I have round and firm B-cups and an ass, the most men like. Round and big with very soft skin. Altough i am not a latina, i am latin looking like.