Asian Professor After Work fun

Andrew leaned back in his classroom chair, watching the notifications on his screen with a smirk. Another confession. Another woman spilling her most intimate fantasies, believing she was safe behind the veil of anonymity. This time it was no other than his Asian professor Lin who really was a true submissive slut for cock.

They app users never realized the truth. That he could see everything. Their names. Their photos. Their locations.

It had been his idea to create the app. A simple, elegant trap. A place where women could share their deepest, darkest secrets, thinking no one would ever know. And yet, here he was, reading every word, every craving, every desperate little thought they tried to hide.

His eyes flicked up from the screen, locking onto the woman who had just posted. Professor Lin.

She actually sat across the lecture hall, unaware that he was watching her trying out his app at this very moment. Petite, delicate, yet always dressed to command respect. Today, she wore a fitted white blouse, tucked neatly into a pencil skirt that hugged the curve of her hips. Her legs, crossed just enough to remain modest, were wrapped in sheer stockings, and her heels clicked softly whenever she shifted.

She looked so proper. So controlled. Still she was taking deep breaths typing on her phone and only he knew she was excited to spill her secrets for the first time. He had just read her posting some secret fantasy. He made a quick glance at the text she had posted.

Lin wanted to be surrounded. Wanted to be claimed. Not as a professor. Not as a woman in authority. But as something else entirely. An oriental slut. Andrew smirked, his fingers tapping against the desk.

Oh, Professor. You have no idea what you've just done. He started to read the entire entry making sure none of his classmates busy studying next to him could see his screen.

Entry #001 user #orientralprof

I don't know why I'm doing this. Maybe because it's anonymous. Maybe because I can't say these things out loud--not to anyone. But lately, I've been feeling... different.

I've always been the picture of professionalism. A professor. Respected. Admired, even. But inside, I feel like there's another version of me--one that no one sees. One that no one should see.

It started with a dream. A party. Not the kind I usually go to--the kind where young people drink too much, where the music is loud and the air is thick with heat and sweat. I was there, standing in the middle with a masquerade mask over my eyes of it all, feeling out of place in my transparent blouse, no underwear and mini skirt while the other girls wore dresses and bras. I was thankful my face was anonymous since I recognized some from my work.

Then they noticed me. The young white men. I always had a fantasy about white boys. Their blue eyes locked onto me like they knew something I didn't. And suddenly, I wasn't the professor anymore. I was just a chink slut. Small. Vulnerable. Excited.

I don't remember who touched me first. A hand on my waist. A voice in my ear, low and teasing.

"Are you lost, China girl?"

The words should have reminded me who I was. But in the dream, it only made me shiver.

I let the white boys surround me. Let them touch my small tits, ass, put their finger into my mouth making me suck it then take my hands, guide me through the crowd. I felt the press of their bodies--strong, young, confident. They knew I didn't belong there, but that only made them bolder.

The upstairs room had a madras on the floor. I should have said no. I should have walked away. But in the dream, I wanted to stay. I wanted to be theirs. They started fucking me taking turns first standing than when my legs couldn't keep me up they fucked my on the floor.

When I woke up, my heart was pounding. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And now I'm here, writing this. Confessing. Does that make me a bad person?

--orientalprof

Entry #002 - User #orientalprof

I don't know why I keep coming to write in this app... but I can't stop.

Maybe it's the contrast--the way my real life is so controlled, so proper, so... expected. And yet, in my mind, I am somewhere else. Somewhere forbidden.

A world where I am not the respected professor, not the obedient daughter, not the dutiful wife in name only. A world where I have no choice but to surrender, to be taken, to be claimed.

I picture the scene so vividly. Stone walls, flickering torches, the scent of damp air. The weight of cold metal around my wrists and in my behind, locked naked in place. A rough voice in my ear, taunting me, telling me I don't belong, that I am just a helpless little brown foreigner in a land of powerful white men. And yet, the way he looks at me... the way they all do... I know it's not contempt they truly feel. It's something deeper. Something darker.

I shiver at the thought.

Because the truth is--I want to be looked at like that. I want to feel small, powerless, but desired. I want to be the rare, exotic oriental prize they fight over, the captive who turns submission into seduction.

I feel his big cock enter me as he call me his little gook slut. Would I break? Would I beg? Or would I discover something inside me that I never knew existed? I shouldn't be thinking this way.

But I do. I moan. I beg. I cum. Again and again. Am I the only one?

-- #orientalprof

Andrew had seen enough he started up a private DM with orientalprof.

Andrew: Hey. I saw your post. You probably don't know this, but the app has a private message function. Thought I'd reach out.

Professor Lin: Oh... I didn't realize. I thought everything was just anonymous posts.

Andrew: It is. Don't worry, I don't know who you are. But I did read what you wrote. And I think I can help.

Professor Lin: ... Help?

Andrew: Let's just say I know where to find the kind of party you were dreaming about. No strings, no names, no pressure. Just an experience. If you're curious.

Professor Lin: I don't know... It was just a fantasy. I wasn't really thinking of doing anything.

Andrew: That's why this is perfect. You don't have to be you. You can just be. If you want, I can get you in. Mask over your eyes. No one has to know who you are. You don't even have to talk if you don't want to. Just feel.

Professor Lin: ... I don't know. It's risky.

Andrew: The riskiest thing is letting that fantasy stay locked inside your head when you could live it. But it's your choice. No pressure. Just an invitation.

(Seen ✅)

Lin sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. The last message still lingered on the screen.

"The riskiest thing is letting that fantasy stay locked inside your head when you could live it."

She bit her lip. Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard.

Her marriage had always been about duty. A proper match. Stability. Her husband, a quiet, polite man, had never even touched her beyond the obligatory kisses in front of family. Their wedding night had been nothing more than an exchange of words before turning off the lights in separate beds. She had told herself that was normal. That love and passion were distractions.

But now, here she was, considering this.

She opened the sms app with her husband.

Professor Lin: I'll be home late tonight.

She sent the message to her husband. No excuse. No explanation. He wouldn't ask. He never did.

Her heart pounded as she grabbed her coat and drove her small electric Chinese car to a downtown sex shop she had found on google maps.

Lin didn't know exactly what she was looking for when she stepped into the store. The sign out front was subtle--an elegant black and gold design that hinted at luxury rather than anything explicit. Inside, the atmosphere was dimly lit, with mannequins wearing shimmering, barely-there dresses, silk lingerie, and accessories meant for indulgence.

"Can I help you find something?" The salesgirl, a stunning young woman with long blonde hair and nose piercing approached with a knowing smile.

Lin hesitated. "I... need a mask. And a dress. Something that... fits tight."

The girl's smile widened as she led Lin to a display of masquerade masks. Lin's fingers skimmed over the options--lace, sequined, elegant. But one caught her eye: a black bunny mask, sleek and mysterious, covering her upper face while leaving her lips exposed.

"Perfect," the salesgirl murmured. "Now for the dress."

Lin followed her to the fitting area, where the girl pulled out a black dress, the kind that looked indecent on the hanger.

"Try this."

Lin stepped into the fitting room, sliding the dress over her body. It was sinful. The fabric stretched tight across her curves, molding to her small waist, her delicate hips. The hem barely covered her upper thighs, the material clinging like a second skin. The neckline plunged dangerously low, showing more than she had ever dared in public.

She stared at herself in the mirror, her cheeks burning.

Was this really her?

A married professor. A respected woman.

Or was this someone new?

She bought the dress.

The city lights blurred past the taxi window as Lin sat in the backseat, the bunny mask resting on her lap. Her fingers traced the edges, her pulse quickening with each mile.

She didn't know what would happen tonight.

But for the first time in her life, she wasn't thinking.

She was feeling.

And she was going to live.

The bass thumped through the walls before Lin even reached the door. She stepped out of the taxi, clutching the black bunny mask in one hand, her heartbeat drumming just as loud as the music.

She had never been to a party like this. Never allowed herself to.

A group of young men lounged on the steps, red plastic cups in hand, their eyes flicking to her as she approached. She felt the heat of their attention on her bare legs, the hem of her tiny dress swaying with each step.

She slipped the mask over her face. A thrill ran through her.

Tonight, she wasn't Professor Lin. Tonight, she was whoever she wanted to be.

Inside, the air was thick with heat, alcohol, and the scent of bodies moving together. Blonde, brunette, and tanned college girls laughed as they danced, some wrapped around shirtless, muscular men. A few hired strippers were putting on a show near the bar, their curves glistening under neon lights.

And then there were the men--mostly white, tall, broad-shouldered, full of energy and confidence. Nothing like the quiet, reserved men she was used to.

Lin hesitated by the doorway, but then a hand brushed her lower back.

"Hey, Bunny. You lost?"

She turned. A smirking guy in a backwards cap, his blue eyes flicking over her outfit. She felt a rush of excitement--she was being seen. Not as a professor, not as someone's wife. As a woman.

"I was invited," she said, surprised at the flirtatious lilt in her own voice.

"Then you should be having fun," he grinned, pressing a cup into her hand.

She took a sip--sweet, fizzy, with a hint of something stronger.

Then the music pulled her in.

Lin had never danced like this before.

Her body moved instinctively, caught in the rhythm, her dress hugging every curve. Hands brushed against her waist, fingers skimmed her arms, but no one pushed--just enough touch to excite, never enough to trap.

She felt bold. She felt wanted.

A short blonde girl in a red dress danced close to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She then held her chin and passed her a little pink pill into her mouth with a wink. "Just a coke Bunny from a friend. It will make you go crazy. Makes the night extra fun."

Lin hesitated, then placed it on her tongue, swallowing with another sip of her drink.

The world sharpened. The music pulsed through her veins. Her skin tingled. Laughter bubbled up in her chest.

She was alive.

And then, as she swayed to the music, a presence settled behind her.

A strong, confident hand skimmed the small of her back.

She turned, breath catching.

One of her students. Andrew.

Tall, broad, with a knowing smirk.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Her cheeks were flushed. "Yes."

He leaned in. "Come with me."

Lin followed Andrew upstairs, her pulse racing. The noise of the party faded as they entered a dimly lit room. A sleek leather couch, low lighting, and a faint scent of cologne and whiskey.

She turned to face him, her breathing unsteady.

Andrew didn't speak at first. He just reached out, trailing his fingers down her arm, his touch light, teasing.

"On your knees," he said softly.

Her stomach flipped. Not in fear--but in anticipation.

Slowly, she sank down, her hands resting on her thighs, looking up at him.

Andrew extended his hand. She hesitated for only a second before pressing her lips against the back of it, her body humming with energy.

She had never done anything like this before.

But she wanted to.

For the first time in her life...

She chose this.

Lin knelt before Andrew pulled down his pants, her breath unsteady as she took out the biggest cock she had ever seen, the world around her reduced to the space between them. The music from downstairs still thumped faintly through the walls as she started sucking on his cock like she had seen in porn on her phone a hundred times, but at this moment, all she could hear was the rush of blood in her ears.

She had never done anything like this.

Never let go of control so willingly.

Andrew's eyes studied her, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He didn't rush her, didn't force her. Instead, he reached out, fingers skimming her cheek, the touch light but electric.

"You're different from the girls at this party," he murmured. "More eager. More... intriguing."

Lin swallowed, her body thrumming with anticipation.

"Stand up China girl."

She obeyed, rising to her feet, her tiny black dress hugging her curves. She felt exposed, vulnerable--yet powerful in a way she couldn't explain.

Andrew walked to a sleek black wardrobe in the corner of the room, opening it to reveal an array of clothing and accessories. He picked up something dark and supple, running his fingers over it before turning back to her.

"Try this gook slut."

He held up a delicate leather harness--not crude or vulgar, but elegant, designed to accentuate rather than cover. The straps would frame her body, leaving her mostly bare but in a way that felt... artful.

Lin's breath hitched.

She could say no. She could stop this now.

But deep inside, she didn't want to.

She nodded.

Andrew stepped closer, his fingers brushing over her shoulders as he helped her slide the dress down, peeling it away until she stood in nothing but lace underneath. She didn't look away--she wanted to see herself through his eyes.

With steady hands, he fastened the leather harness around her, adjusting the straps to fit snugly against her petite frame. She shivered, not from cold, but from the strange exhilaration of being seen in a way she never had before.

Andrew's gaze traveled over her, his expression unreadable.

"Perfect Asian slut."

Lin turned to the mirror. The woman staring back at her was unrecognizable.

Bold. Daring. Alive.

Andrew picked up something else--a sleek black ribbon, softer than a collar, more like an accessory of sophistication. He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside as he tied it gently around her throat.

"It's not a leash," he said. "It's a statement."

She met his gaze in the reflection. "What statement?"

"That you're free to be who you want to be."

Her heart pounded.

He offered his hand. "Come. Let's show them."

And for the first time in her life, Lin didn't hesitate.

She took his hand.

They stepped out onto the dance floor together, Lin's heels clicking against the wooden boards as she moved to the beat of the music. Andrew kept a firm grip on her hand, guiding them through the crowd.

Lin felt eyes on her from all sides--the way her body swayed to the music, the way she held herself in this new leather harness that made her feel so powerful. It was intoxicating. And as they danced, she could sense the tension draining out of her, replaced by a strange kind of freedom.

She looked up at Andrew, their gazes locked. He smiled down at her, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but return the smile, feeling more alive than she ever had before.

The song came to an end, leaving them breathless in each other's arms. As they broke apart, Lin found herself wanting more--more of this thrill, more of Andrew's touch, more of whatever it was that made her feel so alive.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered, tugging him towards the exit.

Andrew chuckled softly against her ear, his breath warm on her skin. "Always so impulsive."

Lin shrugged, not caring about anything but this moment with him. They weaved their way through the crowd, pushed past the throng of party-goers, and made their escape into the night.

Andrew chuckled softly as he followed Lin through the crowd, his eyes never leaving hers. They reached the edge of the dance floor, and he pulled her close, their bodies pressed tight against each other. He could feel her heart racing beneath his hand, and it only made him harder.

Without warning, Andrew swept her off her feet and onto the wooden boards of the dance floor. She gasped in surprise, but there was a hint of excitement in her eyes that told him everything he needed to know. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You like this?" His voice was a husky whisper.

Lin nodded eagerly, her breath hot against his skin. "Yes," she moaned. "Please, don't stop."

Andrew grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. He began to move, his hips undulating against hers in time with the music. But it wasn't enough for him--not when he wanted her so badly. Slowly, he reached between them, unfastening his pants as he went. Lin watched him intently, her eyes wide with anticipation.

With one swift motion, Andrew pulled out his cock, freeing it from his pants. It was already rock-hard and leaking pre-cum. He positioned himself between her legs, pressing the tip of his cock against her wet folds. Lin gasped as he pushed inside her in one smooth thrust.

She arched her back, taking him deeper. "Fuck me," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fill me up."

Andrew groaned, losing himself in the heat of the moment. He began to move, fucking her hard and fast against the dance floor. The wood creaked beneath their weight as they ground against each other, lost in their own world of passion and desire.

Lin's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red marks behind. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was panting heavily. But she didn't say a word--she didn't need to. He could see everything he needed to know in the way she moved, the way she moaned his name.

As they reached their climax together, Andrew couldn't help but smile. This woman--his little Lin--was everything he had ever wanted and more. She was his, and he wouldn't let her go.

Andrew pulled out of her slowly, leaving a trail of sticky precum on the dance floor. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight. Lin watched him from beneath hooded eyes, her breathing still heavy from their intense coupling.

"You know," he began, running his fingers through his hair as he spoke, "you're such a good little brown slut." He couldn't resist throwing in a few choice racial slurs for good measure, watching as they rolled off his tongue like sweet honey.

Lin laughed softly, shaking her head at him. "I guess I am," she replied with a wink. She loved the way he could push her buttons and make her feel both empowered and submissive all at once.

"And what about me?" Andrew asked, his voice low and threatening. "Am I not allowed to enjoy my little pet's services?" He stepped closer to her, his hard cock once again pushing against the tight material of his pants.

Lin licked her lips nervously, her heart racing in anticipation. She knew what was coming next--she could feel it in the air between them. With a small gasp, she turned around and bent over at the waist, presenting herself to him. "Do what you want with me," she whispered into the darkness.

Andrew smirked cruelly before grabbing hold of her hips tightly. He pulled her towards him roughly, driving his cock deep inside her once again without any warning or preparation. Lin let out a high-pitched moan as he took control of their encounter completely; she loved when he was like this--so dominant and unyielding in bedroom affairs such as these.

As they moved together against the rough wooden boards beneath them, Andrew continued to taunt and tease Lin with his racial slurs while also showing her just how much power she truly held over him by giving into her every whim during this intimate encounter between two consenting adults participating in consensual non-consensual activities (CNC).

Lin could feel herself getting closer to orgasm; knowing that Andrew wouldn't stop until he was satisfied only made it more intense for her. She bit down on her lip as she felt the familiar tingling sensation building up inside of her once again--this time fueled by both pleasure and pain from their rough love making session taking place out in public where anyone could see them if they dared peek through the windows or around corners looking for some entertainment during this private moment shared just between them two individuals who had found something special within each other under circumstances that most people would never understand nor approve of but which made perfect sense to these two lost souls searching for connection and release in a world filled with loneliness and emptiness.

As they moved together against the dance floor, Andrew's hands found their way to Lin's hair. He pulled it roughly, tugging at her scalp as he thrust deeper inside of her. She moaned around his cock, unable to speak with her mouth filled by him.

He continued like this for several long moments, driving into her with a rough rhythm that left them both panting heavily. Finally, Andrew pulled out of her mouth and spat on the ground beside them. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growled playfully as he grabbed hold of her hips once again.

Without warning, he turned Lin around so that she was facing away from him. His hands moved down between her legs, spreading them wide apart before pushing his cock towards her tight ass hole. She gasped in surprise at the sensation--it was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Relax," Andrew whispered into her ear. "It's okay." He pushed forward slowly, inch by agonizing inch until he felt himself fully seated inside of her ass. Lin moaned loudly as he began to move within her, fucking her hard from behind while she was unable to do anything but grip onto the edge of the dance floor for support.

He reached around to grope one of her breasts roughly, pinching her nipple between his fingers as he continued to pound into her ass. Lin let out a high-pitched whine with each thrust, unable to contain herself any longer as she felt herself starting to cum once again from the intense stimulation coursing through her body at this moment in time when they were both completely lost in their own world filled with lust and desire for one another despite knowing that what they were doing was wrong on so many levels but feeling absolutely right nonetheless because this was something special between them--something unique that neither of them could ever experience with anyone else.

Andrew finally let out a long, loud groan as he felt himself exploding inside of her ass; his hot cum filling up every inch of available space within her bowels before slowly leaking back out again as they both caught their breath after this intense session which had left them both sore but satisfied knowing that they had found something truly special within each other despite all odds stacked against them.