Discovered My Submissive Side Ch: 8

Discovered My Submissive Side Ch 8

I have a big personality, particularly by most Asian standards. Maybe it's the fact that I'm a Leo, very independent and extremely outgoing. Most would not associate Asian culture with words like "outgoing", as it tends towards a more balanced harmonious approach. In Japan, there is an expression that says the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. That sums up the culture very well. Then there is me. I knew early on that I wanted to reside in the U. S.. Simply put, I fit in better with the American culture of independence and adventure. And I always had a heightened attraction to white men - so much so that I routinely went to night clubs when I first arrived and went home with the hottest guy I could find. The anonymity of being in a big city, full of tremendous opportunity, was such a thrill and there was nowhere more anonymous than a San Francisco night club - roaming hands on the dance floor, being led to the dark corner of the room and the unmistakable vibe of hunter and hunted.

Now that I'm in my mid-40s, I thought my wild days were behind me. Marriage, a career in healthcare and adult responsibilities took center stage and left me both busy and sexually unfulfilled. That all changed when I met Linda and Doug. They lit a fire in me, brought me back to my early 20s, only this time it was like my 20s on steroids. I was fully prepared to embrace my desires and see where it takes me.

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It's been two weeks since the company retreat at Linda's lake house and I've heard nothing from my boss. I'm beginning to worry. Did I do something wrong? Reflecting back on the weekend, I don't believe so. In fact, the weekend was glorious. I have never been so thoroughly satisfied in all my life. What's even worse than the anxiety related to no communication is the lack of any physical contact. Linda and her gorgeous husband, Doug, woke something up inside of me and now I can't stop thinking about it.

When I returned home from the retreat late Sunday afternoon, my husband was waiting for me in the family run.

"Hi, honey," he said with more enthusiasm than I needed. "How was the offsite?"

I couldn't tell him that no other colleagues showed up and I was the only item on the menu. Nor could I tell him how much I enjoyed being repeatedly defiled, how my body reacted to their touch and that I was exhausted from a lack of sleep. So I did what anyone would do in that situation, I avoided the truth.

"It was great. I was able to spend time with many of the executives and get to know them in a more personal level. I think it will definitely help my career," I replied. Well, it was true, wasn't it?

"You look a little tired, dear. Late night?" he continued.

"Yes, it was. You know how those events go, people staying up later than they should, some people over indulging. I didn't get as much sleep as I would have liked," I said. "I'm going to unpack, take a quick shower and change. Be right back."

The hot water felt reinvigorating against my pale Asian skin as I stood underneath the waterfall shower head, allowing the warmth to penetrate deep into my body. After ten minutes of indulgence, I reached for the shaving cream, spread a reasonable amount over my right leg, grabbed the razor blade and began grooming. When I was satisfied that it was smooth enough, I switched legs and repeated the exercise. With both legs complete, I squirted a bit more shaving cream into the palm of my hand, rubbed my hands together to create enough foam and lathered the mound between my legs. Ever since arriving in the U. S. from Japan, I've kept my pussy clean shaven. There's just something sexy about seeing myself in the mirror without the obstruction of hair that seems a bit, well, naughty.

Careful to avoid nicking my lady parts, I took my time to make sure I didn't miss anything. I reached for the hand held shower device to rinse the remaining foam off my body. As the jet stream made contact between my legs, it inadvertently hit my clit, buckling my knees. I wasn't expecting that! I guess I didn't realize how sensitive I still was. After all that took place over the weekend, how could I still be horny? Rather than ponder that existential question, I chose to enjoy the moment by switching the setting to a pulsating flow.

"Ahhhh," I moaned slightly, allowing the water to hit its mark.

"Oh, God!"I whispered careful not to attract attention from outside the bathroom.

As the water pelted my clit, my thoughts wandered back to Linda's husband, Doug, seeing his bare chest and powerful thighs as I drove up the lake house driveway, sweaty from yard work. I recalled how he bent me over and took me from behind, thrusting so deeply that I thought he would split me in half. I wanted to feel that again now. I wanted his steel cock in my mouth, wanted to show him that I could satisfy him better than his wife could.

I sat down on the shower floor and spread my legs wide, imagining him in front of me telling me to spread open so he could see my wet pussy. He continued to tease me, asking if I wanted his thick white cock.

"Yes, I want it," I whispered barely audible, his face etched in my mind.

My hand reached between my legs to continue what the water started. My fingers began rubbing my clit as the water continued cascading over my body. I was once again in their master bedroom, Doug gripping my hips and plunging into me from behind, my pussy opening up to his harsh punishment. It felt amazing. I could almost hear his body slapping against the back of my ass. My rubbing became more frantic, more desperate, as I thought about what he did to me.

"Oh, yes! Again. I want you. I want it inside me again. Please!" I pleaded.

As my imagination relived the weekend, my body was climbing towards another orgasm. My pace quickened as I remembered how he felt just before he dumped his seed deep inside me, gripping my hips and thrusting hard as his body tensed.

"Oh, yes! More! Oh, fuck! Right there! Fuck!" I said out loud, as my hips thrust upward and my body shuddered, reaching the summit.

Just as I came, the door to the bathroom opened slightly. "Honey, are you okay! I thought I heard you yell," my husband said.

Fortunately, the L-shaped bathroom design doesn't afford a direct view of the shower so he couldn't have seen me. I scrambled to my feet and cracked the shower door enough to respond.

"I'm okay I just slipped but I'm fine. I'll be right out," I recovered.

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I was back at work on Monday, reviewing client information, when Linda's administrative assistant, Maria, called.

"Nari, Linda would like to see you if you have a few minutes," she said.

"Of course," I replied. "I'll come right over."

As I walked through the office hallway to Linda's corner office, I wondered whether Linda had ever played with Maria. Linda is fond of beautiful things and Maria certainly qualifies. A petite 5'4", Maria was of Mexican descent with dark skin, thick red lips, long flowing dark hair, a small tight ass and large breasts. In some ways, she resembled me in stature (without the big breasts) and Linda seemed to have a fetish for petite women that she could dominate. And who better to dominate than your admin who is already depended on you for a paycheck?

As I approached, Maria looked up. "You can go right in. She's expecting you," she said with a smile.

"Thank you, Maria," I replied.

I noticed that the curtains were drawn as I knocked on the door and

poked my head in.

"You wanted to see me, m'am?"

"Nari! Yes, I did want to see you. Come in. Have a seat," Linda instructed.

Being in her presence did something to me. I just couldn't get over how stunning and powerful she was - tall, fit, blond hair, blue eyes, large firm breasts and so in command of herself in every situation. In a word, she was alluring. Walking in and sitting across the desk from her, my body immediately felt desire. It's like it was trained like Pavlov's dog but instead of ringing the bell and getting food, my body relaxed, became excited and wanted to be touched.

"I'm sorry I've been unavailable lately but I've been very busy. We've been busy. Doug and I. I've been preparing for next week's board meeting and Doug is working on a major acquisition. Speaking of which, we have dinner scheduled with the owner of a significant regional beverage company on Thursday. Doug wants to buy the company but there are other bidders. He's hoping that dinner will differentiate his offer from the others and would like you to join us. He said, and I quote, 'having someone as hot as Nari can only help me'. Unquote. So, can you make it?" she asked.

He referred to me as hot? That sent a charge through my body.

"I, I guess I can make that work. I'll let my husband know," I replied.

"That's great! Thank you," Linda said, standing up and walking around to my side of the desk.

She stood behind me, placing her strong hands on my shoulders.

"Before you go," she whispered, "I want to confirm that you are complying with the company dress code."

After an early encounter with Linda, she instructed me to never wear a bra or panties to work. At first, I was embarrassed. I felt naked, believing that everyone in the office knew I had nothing on under my clothes. But over time, I became used to it and now it felt, I don't know, sensuous, a bit slutty like I possessed a secret shared only by Linda and me.

Linda's hands made their way down my chest, slipping under my silk blouse until they made contact with my small breasts. My nipples immediately hardened at her touch. After pinching them and rolling them between her fingers, she withdrew her hands, leaving me wanting more. I couldn't really say anything so I didn't.

"Lift your skirt up, Nari," Linda commanded.

Still seated, I lifted my butt off the chair slightly allowing enough room to pull my skirt up to my waist, revealing my Asian pussy to her. I parted my legs slightly to offer a better view.

"Ohhhh, that's nice," she said, as she slid her hand over my mound.

In response to her touch, I pushed my pelvis off the chair, encouraging her hand to explore further. My eyes closed expecting her to fondle me.

Instead she whispered in my ear,"I don't have time for this now but I'll take care of you soon."

As she said those words, her middle finger ran the length of my slit and pushed gently inside me, teasing me ever so slightly. I gasped for more.

"Please," I begged.

"You'll have to wait. The next time we see you, you'll be ready to explode," she smiled, removing her finger from my pussy and bringing it to her mouth.

"You always taste so sweet, Nari. Just the way I like it."

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As I walked into the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of myself in the side mirror. I almost didn't recognize the face looking back at me. I don't usually wear much makeup but tonight I made an exception, applying rouge, eyeliner and hot red lipstick, sprinkling a small amount of gold glitter under my eyes. I chose a black leather mini skirt over a black garter and pantyhose, a silk blouse that rubbed mercilessly against my exposed nipples and chic leather jacket. To top it off, and to give me a few inches of height, I was wearing stiletto heels.

The hostess led me to a private room in the back of the restaurant. As the French doors opened, I saw Doug and Linda engaged in conversation with a tall, blonde gentleman who appeared to be in his early 50s. As I approached, the conversation stopped as their eyes pivoted towards me. Doug was the first to speak.

"Wow! Nari, you look amazing as always!" he declared, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

Doug leaned in for a peck on the cheek and a half hug, his hand wrapping around me and landing on the small of my back. His strong touch flooded my mind with the memory of the lake house. Next Linda, leaned in for an air kiss and hug, her large breasts touching mine in the process. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra either.

As she leaned in, she whispered,"You look so hot," her eyes full of desire as she stared back into mine.

"Nari, this is Steve Gibson, owner of Gibson Beverage. You've probably seen his trucks making local deliveries. His company has the exclusive distribution rights to the city. We're hoping to buy his company and make him a wealthy man," Doug said.

"I'm already a wealthy man, Doug. But I could always use more," he laughed. "Very nice to meet you, Nari. I've heard so much about you from these two!"

Steve extended his hand to shake mine. His touch was firm, but soft. He stood 6" tall, weighing 190 pounds, still had a full head of wavy dirty blonde hair that curled slightly in the back and had striking bright blue eyes.

"It's nice to meet you as well," I responded.

We settled into our seats, Doug next to me and Linda by Steve's side, as the waiter arrived to explain the menu. With the specials in the rear view mirror, the waiter opened a bottle of white wine that Doug must have selected before I arrived.

As he went to fill my glass, I protested,"Oh, none for me please. I don't do well with alcohol."

"Nari, why not just have a little. We're hoping that tonight is a celebration of friends and business partners," Linda said. "A splash won't hurt you, will it?"

"I guess not. I'll have a little, please."

"Is she always so sweet and polite," Steve asked.

"Yes. Always," Linda and Doug said at the same time, looking at me with wry smiles.

Dinner was full of personal stories. What was your background? How did you meet? When did you join the company? There was absolutely no shop talk, which I found amazingly refreshing. I thought they would spend all night discussing multiples, cash flow and valuations. As it turned out, it was nothing like I expected. Steve was quite charming while Doug was his typical confident, alpha male self, holding court and captivating the audience.

As the night went on, the wine continued to flow and the banter became louder. Despite the fact that I only took an occasional sip of the wine, a slight buzz took hold of me and my body relaxed. I don't usually drink because my body doesn't process the alcohol well, leaving me feeling sick and with the Asian glow, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the quality of the wine. Or being in a room full of beautiful people. Or both.

At one point during the conversation, Doug was telling a story that ended in laughter for everyone. As he doubled over and leaned towards the table, I felt his hand on my thigh. He slid it up under my skirt until he reached the bare skin above my stocking. His touch sent a bolt of electricity through my body. Instinctively, I parted my legs slightly, allowing him greater access. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as if to say "I know you want this". Doug knew that I was prohibited from wearing anything under my dress and he was going to take advantage of that fact by teasing me. While he continued to hold court, his hand pushed further up my skirt and reached its target. I let out a slight gasp as I felt a finger tip graze over my clit. I squirmed in my chair as Doug zeroed in on his target, fearful that it would be obvious to Steve that something was happening.

Fortunately, Steve broke the tension when he pushed back his chair and announced that he had to use the restroom. As the closed behind him, Doug grabbed my hand and brought it to his crotch. He was rock hard. How could he be that hard? The whole time he was carrying the conversation he must have been thinking about me. The thought that he was focused on me hit me hard and I felt a flutter between my legs.

"Do you feel that, Nari?" he said. He leaned in. "That's for you."

Oh wow, I thought. I wanted him. I wanted it. Instinctively, I began rubbing my hand over the length of his shaft, feeling its warmth and strength under the fabric. My desire was increasing with each stroke.

"Someone looks happy. Or horny," Linda interrupted.

"I'm sorry. I just... It must be the wine," I stammered pulling my hand away.

"Don't you worry, Nari. The night is young," Linda smirked.

As I was about to respond, the door to the private room swung open and Steve returned.

After some more small talk, the waiter entered the room with dessert menus and an offer for coffee or an after dinner drink. After consulting his guest, Doug responded.

"I think we're done, but thank you. Just the check. Steve, our place is not far from here, how about a nightcap before calling it an evening."

"That sounds great to me. I'm not ready to go home yet. I'm enjoying the company!", he replied.

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I followed Doug and Linda's G wagon back to their place while Steve followed me in his Porsche 911. I used to think that my BMW 3 series was a slick sports car but after seeing what the titans of industry drive, I felt like I was in a used Toyota Corolla. The driveway wound to the right before bending back and dead ending in front of a magnificent home. I had visited their lake home during a 'company retreat' but never crossed the threshold at their primary residence. It stood three floors tall and must have been 10,000 square feet. I closed the car door and followed them into the house, passing through an entrance way until we reached a great room. Not surprisingly, the furnishings were tastefully arranged in a minimalist theme of light wood, high ceilings and glass walls. It had a very zen, stoic feel, perfect to unplug after an intense day conquering the business world.

As Doug and Steve sat across from each other, Linda summoned me.

"Nari, why don't you and I get the boys something to drink? Scotch, okay, gentlemen?" Linda asked.

"That would be wonderful, sweetheart," Doug answered for them.

I followed Linda into the chef's kitchen, as Steve and Doug continued their small talk.

"Would you mind opening that bottle of wine?" Linda asked. "The opener is in the top drawer on the right."

As I fiddled with the opener, I felt a hand gliding under my mini skirt and cupping my ass cheek. I then felt Linda's warm breath on my cheek as she leaned into me from behind.

"I saw how turned on you were at the restaurant. Did you like rubbing my husband's cock? By the look in your eyes, I would say so. You couldn't take your eyes off of it, could you?" Linda taunted.

Before I could answer, her hand slid up the small of my back then around to my right breast, careful to only slightly pinch my hardening nipple. I gasped as my body responded to her touch. She spun me around to face her and lowered her mouth to mine, her tongue parting my lips and twirling around the inside of my mouth. It felt wonderful, so comfortable. She knew just how to handle me. As I began to respond and return her overtures, she abruptly ended it.

"I've wanted to do that all night long. But we have a guest waiting in the other room. Bring them their scotch and I'll pour two glasses of wine for us," Linda smiled.

As we returned to the great room, my mind was still spinning, my body focused on the combination of alcohol and Linda's touch.

"Here you are," Linda announced. "Apologies for the delay but we got a bit distracted." Doug smiled slightly at his wife's comment, knowing what it means when his wife loses focus and when I'm involved.

As we toasted and clinked glasses, Steve asked me,"Nari, when did you leave Japan?"

I described my desire to live in the States, to attend art school and leave the traditional Japanese domestic role behind me, to branch out and experience something more.

"I can't believe the nerve it must take to leave everything behind and move to a new country without speaking the language or understanding the culture. That takes incredible strength of character," Steve continued. "Are you married? Kids?"

"Yes, I've been married for 10 years but we don't have any children," I replied.

"Is your husband also Japanese?"

"Yes, he is, but I met him here in the U. S." I explained.

"Although Nari is married to a Japanese man, she's attracted to white men, aren't you, Nari?" Linda asked with a chuckle. "It's okay. We're all friends here."

I blushed, having no idea how to respond to that. I couldn't believe that Linda would say that in front of such an important client.

Before I could fumble with a response, Linda said," Nari, why don't you refill their drinks. Their glasses are beginning to look lonely."

"Of course," I stammered.

I stood up, collected the two glasses and turned towards the kitchen when Linda stopped me.

"Hold on! Let's first fix a few things. Make this a little more exciting," Linda announced.

I could feel her presence behind me, as her hands moved to my hips. Before I realized what was happening, she unzipped the side of my leather skirt and let it fall to the floor, exposing my round ass to the guests and leaving me in just my black stockings and garter. Then she unbuttoned my blouse, pulled my arms through the sleeves and removed my top. With no bra to contain them, my dark Asian nipples immediately responded, tightening and lengthening as the cool air hit them full force.

"Now that's better, isn't it, Nari? That's how you should serve our guest."

I sheepishly looked over my shoulder at Doug and Steve. Doug had his familiar grin, not fazed in the least, while Steve had a confused look on his face, not sure of what just occurred but intrigued by what he now saw in front of him.

"Run along. The boys are getting quite thirsty. I can see the look on their faces," Linda smiled.

I could feel my ass sway back and forth as I walked out of the room, certain that all eyes were watching me. I was nervous yet extremely excited as I poured the scotch. How can I go back in there, in front of a stranger, wearing little more than I smile? I then realized that part of the thrill was being naked in front of a someone I do t know. The thought of displaying my body, being almost completely nude while everyone was fully clothed, made me feel so submissive. I could feel my pussy becoming wet as I thought about walking back into the room, knowing everyone would be focused on me - staring at my body, wanting to use me. The thought was overwhelming... and incredibly exciting.

Before I lost my nerve, I grabbed the glasses, one in each hand, and walked back. The conversation stopped as I turned the corner and came into full view. My arms were bent at the elbow, blocking the view of my nipples, feeling somewhat subconscious. There was nothing I could do, however, to shield my pussy, which continued to moisten, knowing that everyone was watching me. Without saying anything, I handed a glass to Doug and one to Steve. As I bent down to hand Steve his drink, I couldn't help but notice the swelling in his pants.

"Nari, why don't you have a seat and finish your wine?" Linda said, directing me to sit across from Steve.

I sat down, crossing my legs so that the dampness of my pussy was not evident, however there was nothing I could do about my nipples. They stood at full attention.

"Steve, Doug and I have gotten to know Nari very well over the last several months. She is a remarkable woman," Linda continued. "We've found her to be quite cooperative over time. Although it sounds a bit vulgar and she might not admit it herself, Nari is a slut for white cock. Aren't you, Nari?"

I looked at Linda but was unable to respond. She wasn't wrong. I was submissive to hot white men. I couldn't help it. The pleasure they delivered was unmistakable and once my body responded, it was impossible to turn it off until I was completely satisfied.

"Nari, why don't you sit beside Steve? By the looks of it, you have his full attention," Linda encouraged.

Without thinking, I uncrossed my legs, stood up and positioned myself next to the guest. I was nervous and shy but also very turned on by the fact that Linda was telling me what to do.

"Nari is gifted at pleasing men, Steve. You really must try her. I'd venture to say that you've never had anyone quite like her. Nari, relieve Steve of his discomfort. Unzip his pants and pull his cock out. You know what to do," Linda commanded.

What? Here? In front of everyone? She wants me to pleasure this stranger? The anonymity increased my desire, yet I tried to protest.

"Linda, I can't. Not here. I just.."

"What did you call me?" Linda rebuked. "You don't ever call me by my name, slut. Remove his cock and do what you do best. If you ever want the feeling of my husband's dick inside you again, you'll do it now!"

The thought of Doug not taking me again was too much to fathom. I looked at her, then at Doug. He was anxiously waiting to see what I would do. I turned my attention to Steve. He looked slightly uncomfortable but also very turned on, the bulge in his pants begging for relief. My hands moved to his crotch running up and down the length of his shaft. Steve let out an audible gasp when contact was made. As my hands continued to work, Steve tipped back the rest of his scotch, set the glass down on the end table, put his head back and closed his eyes, clearly enjoying my touch.

My hands fumbled with his belt, unclamped the top of his pants and pulled down his zipper. I reached for the opening of his boxers, slipped my hand through it, made contact with his manhood and gently pulled it out in the open. Although he wasn't as long and thick as Doug, it was still impressive. I held it in my hands, feeling the warmth and weight of his cock, unable to stop staring at it. My mouth began to water as I thought about what it would taste like on my tongue. That all too familiar feeling of my mind going somewhere else as my body takes over began to take hold. I was mesmerized by the sight of his hard, white cock.

Linda's voice woke me from my trance,"Nari, what do you think of it? Do you want to taste his cock?"

"Ya, ya, yes," I stumbled barely conscious at this point.

My face moved closer to the tip of his tool while my right hand continued to stroke the shaft. I allowed a string of saliva to leak from my mouth, landing on his head to lubricate the skin. As it hit its target, I moved a second hand to the shaft, using both to pump his hard dick. The moaning emanating from his mouth emboldened me to continue the technique.

After 30 more seconds of manual stimulation, I couldn't wait any longer. My face moved closer and my tongue flicked, connecting with the tip of his head. I proceeded to gently and sensually lick the top, savoring the musky smell of his manhood, before finally taking his rod deep into my mouth. I had to relax my mouth to accommodate the size, but I've become adept at doing so having been pushed to my limits by Doug's size.

By now, I was hungry to please Steve - and to show Doug what he was missing, to make him long for me again. As I continued to deep throat Steve, conscious to emit slurping sounds to message to him that I loved what I was doing, I reached up with both hands and pulled his slacks down to his knees so I could cup his meaty balls in my hands, rolling them with my fingers while attacking his rod with my mouth and tongue. Steve's breathing became more labored and I sensed he was getting close, his body becoming more tense. I doubled my efforts bobbing up and down on his cock while stroking it with my left hand.

"Ah, shit," he gasped. "Oh, fuck. That's good. Keep going! Ahhh."

I felt Steve clench his ass tight as he gripped the back of my head, impaling me further on his magnificent cock. His hot, thick cum hit the back of my throat and continued in numerous spurts until his breath calmed and his body collapsed on the sofa.

"Oh my God! Wow! That was... amazing!" he said.

I looked over my shoulder at Doug, who was mesmerized by what he just witnessed, made eye contact and held it for a few seconds before returning to Steve's cock to clean up all the cum. I licked up and down the sides of his shaft, lowered my tongue to his balls then popped his now softening dick in my mouth to lick it clean before withdrawing my mouth and sitting up straight.

"Nari, you outdid yourself this time. That was so fucking hot," Linda said, staring at my breasts.

I brought my finger to my mouth to make certain there was no cum left dangling from my lips. The motion was extremely sensual and caught the attention of the three as they continued to watch.

"Who are you?" asked Steve. "I have never felt anything like that in my life."

"The good news, Steve, is that was just the beginning," Linda replied. "We have a guest room down the hall. You're free to stay over and Nari will keep you company."

"What about me?"Doug protested.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of you," Linda said with a devilish grin on her face.

My body was on fire after my performance. I never realized how exciting it could be to perform in front of a live audience. It was such a turn on! I felt the juice running down my leg, my pussy in need of attention. I showed no resistance when Steve stood up, took me by the hand and led me down the hallway. He didn't say a word, instructing me with his body movements, a clear sign of his desire.

As the door shut behind me, Steve pushed my back up against the wall of the bedroom, grabbed both of my wrists in his left hand, lifting them high over my head and pinning them against the wall, then used his right hand to reach around and fondle my ass. He then bent forward to attack my mouth with his tongue. He was wild with desire and that desire transferred over to me, as my body responded to his domination. He pressed the full weight of his body against mine, as he kissed me passionately. Unlike Doug, who was thick and powerful, Steve's body was more like a swimmers, lean, fit and hard all over. Almost no body fat. His taut frame felt so sensual against my small body.

After several minutes of twirling his tongue around mine, he broke off the kiss. I was panting as he led me to the king sized bed and pushed me on my back. While he was fully clothed, I had little all, which only added to my excitement.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

With both legs already bent at the knees, I immediately obeyed, wanting him to see how wet I was and wondering if he had ever seen an Asian woman before. There is something thrilling about being someone's first - first Asian, first married woman.

With my legs wide open and inviting him in, he came closer for a better view. Steve first used his fingers to pry open my lips, which had already become sticky with anticipation and desire. The feeling of having a hot, white stranger open me up with his fingers was almost too much to bear. He then slid his middle finger up and down the length of my slit, lubricating me further, before finally sliding it into my hole.

"Ahhhhhh," I moaned, as his finger entered me for the first time.

My eyes closed involuntarily as I concentrated on the feeling of his finger probing my pussy. Just as I was getting used to his rhythm, I felt his tongue connect with my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through my body and causing me to arch my back, pushing my cunt hard against his mouth and letting him know that I loved what he was doing to me. It didn't take long before I came for the first time that night.

"Oh, God, yes!" I cried out, climaxing all over his face.

As my breath began to recover, Steve flipped me over on my stomach and demanded that I put my ass in the air. I complied.

"Look at that hot ass!" he said. "I'm going to enjoy this."

As he finished his sentence, I felt his cock head press against my hole. At first, my pussy resisted, having to stretch to take it all in, but then he plunged the length of his shaft deep into me, causing me to cry out in partial pain and pure pleasure at the same time. Steve was not as thick and powerful as Doug, but his cock filled me to the brink. He grabbed my hips with both hands for more leverage as he began pistoning in and out of me. Each time he withdrew, I could feel the head of his cock briefly leave my pussy, making me feel empty, right before he would plunge back in, as if punishing my hole. That brief period of emptiness made it more satisfying when he filled me again, as if he were taking away what I wanted, what I needed, only to give it back to me again. It was like he was training me to want his cock with each thrust. And it was working. My body responded to his punishment and I found myself begging for more.

"Please, oh, please. Fuck me! Harder. Yes! Just like that. Harder! I want that! Harder!" I cried.

Steve responded to my instruction, quickening his pace, banging into me from behind and fucking me like an animal. I could hear the sound of his pubic bone slapping against my ass, which only served to heighten my pleasure. In no time, I was climbing the ladder to a second shattering orgasm.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I pleaded just before I exploded for a second time.

My pussy expanded and more juice spilled after I came a second time, loosening my walls. Despite my sensitivity, Steve never slowed down. He was relentless on his assault of my body. After a few minutes more, I could tell he was close, as his grunts became more urgent and his pace quickened, banging harder and harder into me.

"Ahhhh, shit. Fuck. I'm gonna cum!" he announced. "Oh, fuck, yes! Ahhh!"

As he spilled his load deep into my womb, he collapsed on top of me, the full weight of his 190 lbs frame pressing against my body. Once his body relaxed, he turned me over so he could witness his thick, white cum oozing out of my slit. Without saying a word, he reached down between my legs and scooped up the cum with his fingers. Then in one swift motion, he slid his finger and the cum back inside my pussy, as if to mark his territory and say "this is now mine."

We both lay there next to each other, saying nothing, recovering for a few minutes. At one point, I looked down as his cock. It was still rock hard, straining and throbbing as it pushed upwards towards his stomach. It wasn't long before Steve spoke.

"I'm not done," he stated matter of factly. "Get on top of me."

Truth be told, I wasn't done either. I wanted more. I climbed on top of him, straddling his body with my legs, reached for his dick and positioned it at my hole. My pussy was slick with our cum so I easily slid down his pole, impaling myself on his manhood. As my hips began to grind on his body, I felt the distinct pleasure of my clit being stimulated as it rubbed against his body. Steve reached for my tits, pinching and pulling on my long, dark nipples, which only added to the immense pleasure. As I continued to grind, he pulled me forward so my tits would fit in his mouth.

"Do you want this?" he teased. "Do you want me to suck your Asian nipples?"

"Yes," I responded breathlessly.

"Then say it!" he demanded.

"Please suck on my tits. Suck my asian nipples!" I begged.

And he did, alternating between my left and right breast, he sucked, licked and tongued my nipples until they ached.

"Oh, yes," I responded to his touch. "Suck my tits!"

My hips increased their movement, as the sensation coursed through my body. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the pure pleasure being delivered to my pussy, clit and tits - all at the same time!

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna. Shit! I'm gonna cum again! Fuck!"

I collapsed on his chest as my pussy spasmed again sending bolts of electricity through my body. My eyes rolled back in my head, as I tried to focus on what was happening. I could feel my hard nipples pressing against his muscular chest as I tried to recover from another earth shattering orgasm. Although Steve was a stranger, there was something oddly familiar about him, as if our paths had crossed in the past. The sex was not only incredible but comfortable, like he knew exactly what I wanted and delivered on it. That had never happened to me before. There was no awkward moment, just two bodies in perfect rhythm.

As my breathing returned to normal, he gently rolled me off him and lay me down on my side so he could enter me from the back. He lifted my top leg up in the air so that my pussy lips parted slightly. He then grabbed his dick with his other hand and searched for my opening. My cunt was so slick from multiple orgasms, both his and mine, he had no trouble sliding in again. Once his cock was all the way in, he lowered my leg and began to rhythmically thrust in and out. As the pleasure returned to my body, I felt his strong hand on my ass, kneading and squeezing it. It felt glorious to be man handled by such a hot guy. I looked down between my legs at the sight of his big white cock, easily penetrating my dark Asian pussy. The view took me to an even higher level. I was mesmerized by his shaft disappearing in me.

After several more minutes, Steve wrapped his arm around my front, his hand finding my nipples. At first, he gently played with my tits, but as my breathing quickened and he sensed my arousal, his touch became harsher, more demanding. He pulled and twisted my long nipples, sending a wave a slight pain and great pleasure through my body. As he continued to take me, I reached down between my legs with one hand and began rubbing my clit. The multiple sensations were getting to me and I felt a new wave building inside me.

"Oh, right there. Don't stop!" I pleaded. "Don't stop, please! Yes! Like that. Keep going! More! Oh, fuck! Again! I'm... I'm... Shit! I'm cumming again!"

I clenched my legs and dug my hands into the bed, as the wave hit me hard. Steve gave me no time to recover. Instead, he rolled me onto my front, keeping his cock embedded in me the entire time, pushed my legs together and spread my ass cheeks wide as he doubled down on the assault. He quickened his pace, pounding me from behind, my ass wide open for him. All I could think of was that I wanted him to spread me open, to see me in this vulnerable position, and to want what was right in front of him.

"Ahhhh, shit!" he exclaimed. "Fuck! I'm going to cum on that slutty ass!"

While the thought of him pulling out and shooting his cum all over my ass and back was such a turn on, I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted him to own my pussy, to own me.

"No!" I begged. "Please cum inside me. I want your cum in me. Please!"

Pleading for his seed was enough to put him over the edge. Steve dug his hands into the side of my hips and furiously drove his shaft into me.

"Oh, fuck! Here it comes. Oh, shit! Fuck! Ahhhhhhh!" he grunted, as he slowed his thrusts, using my pussy to milk all the cum out of his cock.

"That was amazing. You really are something special, Nari," Steve said as he rolled on his side, his dick sliding out of my well used pussy. I gasped when it left my hole, wanting him to stay inside me a little longer.

We both lay there, recovering from all the activity. I rolled over on my back, legs stretched out on the bed, my pussy overflowing with his cum, while Steve stretched his right arm across my chest. I was completely spent. I was so relaxed that I felt myself nodding off to sleep, a feeling of complete security as though I belonged to this stranger. Just as I was about to fade, I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" It was Linda's voice.

She didn't wait for a response, choosing instead to open the door and walk right in, unconcerned about our state of dress. Linda was wearing a silk bathrobe tied loosely at the waist. It was clear she had nothing on underneath, her large breasts and hard nipples straining against the silk. Her hair has slightly disheveled, indicating that she did indeed take care of Doug.

"I hope you don't mind, Steve, but could we borrow Nari?" Linda asked, a mischievous grin forming on her face.

Linda walked towards me, grabbed me by the hand and led me out of the room...