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Mika

By: johnnieblue44



To describe Mika as gorgeous would be an injustice to the definition of the word and any synonyms. She was a young, tall, slender, platinum blonde Scandinavian goddess with flawless features. Aphrodite and Venus themselves would be appropriately insecure in her presence.

To say she was a world-class cunt would be more than accurate, though. There are Arctic glaciers that have warmer foundations that Mika. 

Anyway, that's always the conundrum when faced with the prospect of fucking a beautiful, albeit world-class bitchy, woman. It's the age-old battle for men between their little head and the big head.

Who the fuck am I kidding? The little head has been undefeated since the dawn of time. Just ask Eve's Adam if you want proof.

This whole thing with Mika Lifflander, the hot-shot fashion buyer for a large regional department store in the Philadelphia area, started rather innocently enough. I was the security director for the chain of stores, responsible for not only external thefts such as shoplifting, but also for internal frauds committed by employees. 

On this particular day, I was in the shipping warehouse checking on the possibility of some tampering with electronic scanners that impact the price tags that end up on merchandise.

Mika strolled by while I was inspecting the mechanisms. She wanted to check on the status of her departments' imported coats that were about to depart on delivery trucks. Any appearance by Mika herself was rare in the distribution center, she usually dispatched her minions, her assistant buyers, to perform such menial tasks, so I confess to being surprised when I noticed her.

The somewhat sensitive nature of my job required that I maintain personal distance from almost all other employees. However, within the last month, I had attended a retail seminar at the local Convention Center and had a impromptu, steamy two-night tryst with a visiting representative from the famous fashion house, Guess. She was a tall New Yorker named Donna who had legs the approximate size of a Manhattan skyscraper, and I spent the better part of forty-eight hours with my various appendages between them. 

I hadn't known it at the time, but this same vendor was responsible for the account for Mika's department, and Donna had apparently spilled the beans to Mika about our little clandestine rendezvous, regaling Mika with some food for thought about the size of my cock and 'boundless sexual appetite'. (These were Donna's words, not mine, but hey, who's to argue?)

Mika, as always, was impeccably dressed, today in a light, almost sheer, sleeveless chiffon Diane Von Furstenberg mini dress. Perhaps it was her native Norwegian genes (Why is the adjective for Norway called 'Norwegian', anyway? Is there a country named 'Nor-wee-gee'?), but my first thought was that she was pushing the Spring wardrobe a bit early; it was late March and the temperature was still in the high forties. My next thought was how fan-fucking-tastic she looked in the dress, even more devastatingly scorching than usual.

Her presence was soon punctuated by wolf-whistles, cat-calls, and brazen invitations by the warehouse men, but Mika ignored and dismissed the audible commentaries with the flippant indifference of a Medieval queen addressing her peasants from the balcony of her palace.

Although I would normally go out of my way NOT to talk to Mika, for some reason, I opened my mouth and instantly regretted it, as I prided myself on never making comments to female employees with even the hint of a sexual overtone.

"I think they must be making notice of the lack of sleeves, eh, Mika?"

My professional stature in the company was such that if I wanted to make your life miserable, I could, though I rarely invoked such power-plays. Despite that reality, Mika stared at me almost contemptuously for having the audacious gall to address Her Majesty without having been prompted to do so. 

She flipped her golden hair off of her tanned, toned shoulders and with the arrogance of a political talk-show host, she hissed at me in that accent which would be irresistible in most women yet mainly off-putting coming from Mika's mouth.

"I don't think it's the sleeves that they are all looking at, do you, John?"

I must have made a face that resembled one's countenance after they have consumed a barrel full of lemons, and turned my attention back to the task at hand, grumbling to myself beneath my breath, wondering how a woman so classically stunning on the exterior could be so consistently mean-spirited. I thought, 'Does she ever get laid, and if so, what kind of man could stomach her, regardless of her looks?'

I was about to find out. 

I didn't even know that Mika was still near, my head was buried beneath the lid of the ticketing machine, but her next words caused my head to hit the lid in shock. "I understand you ran into Donna Yoakum last month at the seminar, John."

I rubbed my bruised temple in legitimate discomfort, trying unsuccessfully not to let my face reveal the 'How the fuck did she know THAT?' surprise that now permeated my nervous system.

Mika smirked at me, pleased with herself. "In fact, I have it on good authority that you ran into her repeatedly, again and again."

Before I could reply, Mika went on, which was probably best because anything I said at that point can and would have been used against me. "Not to worry, she gave a very glowing recommendation as to your attention to detail." Mika glanced down and riveted her steel-blue eyes directly onto my crotch, so as to eliminate any ambiguity in her next sentence.

"And, most important, at least from my perspective, was her vivid description of your fixed assets." The look in Mika's eyes now was one that I had not witnessed before, they sparkled and glazed with unmistakable desire.

Suddenly, I had an enormous amount of empathy for Adam when the poor bastard was tempted by the forbidden fruit.

Mika turned sideways, and in the sunlight of the warehouse windows behind her, her dress became essentially transparent, providing me with a perfect silhouette of her sheer thong under the dress. My dick was growing fast and hard, and she fucking knew it. her eyes blazed onto my lap and she licked her already wet lips and ran her manicured fingers over her collarbone seductively.

"I'll be at the Warwick tonight, that new dancing club on Locust Street, you know the one?" I nodded dumbly, caught in her web now, damn it.

Her resplendent face was now void of that constant snarl, and almost looked prurient. "Maybe it's time we called a truce and performed some mutual inventory. Maybe you could clear your busy schedule and meet to discuss the possibility?" Her eyes seered into mine. "Say, about nine-thirty?"

I should have brought an apple to munch on and covered myself with fig leaves, such was the trap of Biblical proportions that I ran the risk of falling into, but nonetheless, I walked into the Warwick at nine-twenty-nine. Mika, not to my surprise, was nowhere to be found. After all, what diva with any sense of self-image would not show up fashionably late?

I sipped on a sparkling water, wanting to keep my full faculties and not succumb to the buzz of alcohol to cloud my thought processing. The allure of Mika's pussy had already brought me here tonight, against the better judgment of the big head, who remained winless in the eternal battle with his alter-ego impulsive cousin who resided to the south.

In the sea of gyrating bodies on the crowded dance floor, a comely brunette caught my eye and visually entertained me for a dance or two, and momentarily almost made me forget about the basic reason I was there. Almost.

I smelled Mika before I saw her, a burst of vanilla perfume wafting through the air of the club. Then, I felt her after I smelled her, the soft skin of her thigh brushing against the back of my own before I even had a chance to turn around. When I did, and saw her, I swear I could hear my assiduous little head shout as he looked northward to the brain. "See, look at this woman, this is why you big brains never stand a fucking chance!"

To try to portray a visual to you nice readers, if Christina Aguilera would have walked into the Warwick right then, patrons would have gasped and exclaimed, "You know, you look like that fashion buyer, Mika Lifflander, except she's a little hotter!" A slight exaggeration, you say? Well, you haven't seen Mika in that outfit.

Her normally platinum-blonde locks had been freshly highlighted and streaked to achieve an overall golden-honey-ash hue. She wore a stunning off-the-shoulder, low-cut draped-neck teal-colored mini dress with ivory beads an open back that hugged her sleek, lean torso like one of OJ's gloves. She was turned slightly sideways as I turned myself, so I could also see that the dress, if you could call it that, was also cut open in the back, and reinforced only with a small zipper that ended in the crack of her ass. It would have been virtually impossible to wear a bra in this ensemble, and Vegas handicappers had set long odds against Mika wearing any thong, as well.

She smiled as I ogled her unabashedly. "See, it isn't the sleeves that attracts the most attention," she purred mockingly.

I tried to maintain my composure, though it was rather apparent I was the gazelle being circled and sized up by the hungry lioness. I wrinkled my nose and sniffed into the air. "Hmmmm, Aqua Allegoria perfume, very nice." I then let my eyes wander down to Mika's dress, or lack thereof, wondering how those pert tits could defy gravity that fantastically outlandish. "And, let me take a semi-educated guess.......Tadashi Shoji for the designer dress?"

Her pale blue eyes sparkled in mirth for just a second, betraying the icy coolness of the impenetrable veneer that she was desperate not to reveal, at least not quite yet. "Hmmmm, very impressive, you must work in retail." I bowed at the waist like a magician who had just found a rabbit in a top hat. "Well, if so, that also means you can't be rich, so good thing you're well endowed." 

She glanced down. "Supposedly. We'll see." Her pink tongue snaked out of her mouth and nibbled on my ear. 

At that moment, I was reminded of a somewhat obscure song from the late nineties, an otherwise forgettable ditty with an unforgettable title. "I Might Be a Cunt, but I'm Not a Fucking Cunt." That was still to be determined at this point in the game. I vaguely recalled that the music video that accompanied the song displayed a couple having sex while the woman was wearing diving flippers, and looked down at Mika's ankles. 

I breathed an audible sigh of relief when I observed that there were no such Fuck-Me-Flippers adorning her ankles tonight, just a pair of Jimmy Choo open-toed stilettos in black embossed leather. I estimated that the shoes alone retailed at about eight Franklins, and guessed that she was able to splurge on shoes from all that money she was saving on underwear.

But I decided not to mention that to her. When God was handing out senses of humor, Mika was back in line getting second helping of body and beauty. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

I looked at Mika, as did perhaps three-quarters of the males in the club by now, no doubt wondering what lottery I had won. 

Mika looked at me, hands on hips. 

How do you break the ice with The Ice Queen herself? Admittedly, my attempt probably wasn't the smoothest.

I sighed deeply, and held my palms upward in a show of despair, the gazelle signaling sweet, inevitable surrender. "I'm still not sure If I can do this, Mika," I stammered like a schoolboy whose dog had indeed eaten his homework, sincere but embarrassed in his explanation. "I have cold feet."

Mika clucked her tongue in a dismissive manner, hearing my story and not believing a word of it. "Cold feet? Well, I have a VERY warm pussy to cure that." She had a point, I had to admit. She wrapped her arm around mine. Meanwhile, my little head was waving for a time-out, yelling up to the big head, "Fuck your cold feet, you spineless pussy, what are you, Sasquatch? Are you nuts!?!?"

Mika cooed into my ear, temporarily drowning out the frantic chastising from my dick. "What's your next objection? We're trained to overcome objections in my line of work."

I suppressed a smile, and cut right to my greatest fear. "This inventory we're going to perform.....the results will be held in the strictest confidence, right?" My desperation could not have been appealing to Mika, I surmised. 

But, to the contrary, I underestimated that she was accustomed to having guys practically pant and beg for her carnal prizes, and my reticence was actually making her even hotter.

She nodded with grave solicitude. "Of course, our little secret." She furrowed her brow, causing me a flash of anxiety. "However, i think it's only fair that Donna should be confided in our exercise."

I exhaled. "That would be appropriate. Agreed."

Mika then dropped the sentences that consummated the negotiations in my favor. "I must tell you, though, I do have a fetish." 

'Oops, I knew it, too good to be true', I figured. I cringed, expecting the worst. 'Just don't let it be a strap-on, please,' I whined internally. I'm much better at pitching than catching when it comes to all things anal.

For the first time, I saw a glimmer of softness in Mika's heretofore perpetually steely eyes, a window of flustered mortification. She continued haltingly, her voice barely a whisper.

"This facade that I put on, at work, especially? It's just an act, a charade, a wall, a defense mechanism to keep the men, and sometimes the women, at a safe distance." I listened intently. Where was this going?

She went on, her gaze now at her feet, afraid to make eye contact with her next revelation.

"I need to be dominated. I'm a closet submissive. I hand-picked you. I love your confidence, your discipline. The more you ignored me, the more I had to have you."

My dick now had reached the approximate size and texture of a flagpole on top of that aforementioned Manhattan skyscraper. You know, the one about the length of our friend Donna Yoakum's legs?

Mika almost bashfully looked up at me, finally. "You can do anything you want to me." As if I didn't understand, she repeated it for emphasis. "Anything." I heard her giggle for the first time, and the unexpected cuteness in the laugh caused my heart to skip a beat. "In fact, I DEMAND it. I want to be your toy, your sex kitten."

Emboldened by the pleasant turn of events, I stood closer to Mika, so close that our chests touched. "Kiss me," I said. Her eyes bore into mine, but she didn't react, paralyzed by the command. I could adapt to this role seamlessly, I decided instantly, taking her up on her offer.

I repeated, "Kiss me. Kiss me like you want to fuck me, and show everybody in here just how much you want to."

Mika's impeccable flash flushed with wanton desire, and she gently took the back of my skull in her soft, small hands and opened her lips to present me with the warmest, sweetest tongue that I have ever tasted, before our since, it was like cotton candy set on fire. She broke the kiss after perhaps ten seconds, and I tried to suppress my panting, and then she resumed the sexiest kiss imaginable, this time letting her one hand drift down to my crotch and she began to graze the outline of my twitching cock with the back of her palm.

I opened my eyes to see that we had attracted a rather sizeable audience, some gaping unabashedly, while others were trying to be discreet voyeurs, but voyeurs nonetheless. Not that I blamed them, I would be watching and aroused myself were this occurring to someone else. I felt as if I were the stand-in for a lead actor in an erotic play.

Mika withdrew her delectable mouth from mine, but continued to stroke my now painfully throbbing cock through my pants, apparently reveling in the fact that dozens now were witnessing our public foreplay. She whispered so that only I could hear, "John, just what part of 'anything' don't you understand? May we get out of here?" She looked around and smiled brazenly at our throng of admirers. "Now? Or do you want to just do it right here? I will if you tell me you'd want to."

Despite that thought-provoking invitation, I opted to guide and escort Mika towards valet parking to fetch my vehicle. Our walk from the bar was the equivalent of a trip down the red carpet at Grauman's Chinese Theatre, the only props missing were the omnipresent paparazzi, but it wouldn't have shocked me if someone took some discreet cell phone pictures of Mika as we departed, she was that scorching.

As we climbed into my car, Mika made sure to tease the valet boys with an exaggerated and prolonged decline into the front passenger seat, her long, tanned legs spread wide, her skirt riding up her thighs obscenely, providing the red-vested guys with an unfettered view of her smooth pussy that will be fodder for many a fond conversation around the key rack, I'm sure.

She flipped the lid of her own cell phone and fired off a brief text message as I pulled out of the garage and headed towards Mika's neighborhood in Northern Liberties. "That was to Donna," she informed me, as she turned her body towards my own and began to shimmy out of the top of her dress, her perfectly proportioned tits, sans any tan lines, spilling out and defying gravity. She ran her hands along her impeccable breasts alluringly. "I wanted to tell her that the games were about to commence, and thanked her again for her recommendation." 

She slid the sleek phone back into a small, hidden pocket in the hip of her dress, but first pressed the 'off' button. "There, no disturbances for the duration of the evening." She began to leisurely pinch her puffy, pink nipples. "And beyond, perhaps, if you indeed have as much stamina as advertised."

We navigated our way north through narrow 17th Street, and then slowly headed east, towards the river, down the wide three lanes of Spring Garden Street. Mika had raised her hips which allowed the hem of her skirt to be pushed up to her belly button, so that the bottom of her dress met the top in an intersection on her exquisitely taut navel. She put one of her tapered legs, still sheeted in the stiletto, up on the dashboard, and moved her fingers from her tits to her newly exposed cunt, her aroma permeating the small confines of the car like a fragrant garden full of fresh, blossoming, country flowers in the early Spring air.

She broke the silence as we stopped at a traffic light at Broad Street. "The jasmine flower releases its sweet scent at night, after the sun has set." She spread her labia apart with her index and middle finger. "Jasmines are known to have several layers of lobes,and extract oils that legend says can be used as aphrodisiacs."

She dipped the index finger into her canal, circled her clit a few times, and fed me the juice. I lapped it up like a baby kitten with momma's milk. Her voice became huskier and laden with more of that impossibly sexy accent. "True jasmine has oval, shiny leaves and the bud is widely considered to be the most redolent." She placed her finger back into her now dropping snatch, and served up her nectar to herself.

As the light changed, she propped her other leg up on the dashboard as well, and spread them as far as she could, one over the gear shift and the other scraping the side window, and eased a finger into her gaping anus, and she groaned as she digitally assaulted both of her holes. Pre-cum spurted out of my cock head, puddling my lap. "Would you do me the honor of de-flowering my virgin ass tonight, John, with your big dick?"

Women perspire, men sweat, that's the distinction, right? Well, I had sweat cascading down my forehead now, watching the humid, vaginal perspiration coat all of Mika's slippery vulva and tight, pink, puckered anus. I gulped, alternately glancing between the road and her exhibition, and tried to sound casually reassuring. "It would indeed be my honor, Mika, and I promise, I'll be gentle."


Mika Discovers Life



Mika sat at home in the small one bedroom apartment that she shared with her husband Dennis. She had married Dennis just over a year ago and had been paying the price ever since.

Dennis was very strict and possessive. He was extremely proud of his young attractive wife and there was no way she would be allowed to work; so she was sentenced to a lonely life in the drab apartment. Day after day she watched TV, read magazines and yearned for human company. Dennis and Mika had met in Perth, Australia. She had left her home in Singapore, for a three-week holiday visiting relatives. Dennis had been a charming gentleman who promised her a chance to break from her unhappy life at home, but instead she had found a new prison.

Mika was 22 years old. her ancestry was a potpourri of Asian races. Her mother was Filipino Chinese and her father was Japanese or perhaps part Chinese she didn't know and now she couldn't ask him as he left his family many years ago.

Mika had inherited her mother's good looks and personality. Tall at about 5ft 7 inches she had dark hair that flowed to just below her shoulders. Her facial features were striking but not classically beautiful. Dark brown eyes were piercing and the fine eyebrows contoured the eyes to enhance their smoky gaze. Her nose was flat and unobtrusive and this was just as well as it did not detract from her mouth. Succulent large lips pouted from her face; extremely sexy and provocative, easily her most striking facial feature. Behind these lips were pearly white teeth that contrasted both with the red lipstick she wore and the dark tone of her skin. A small gap was found between her front two teeth. It was cute and alluring. It gave her natural beauty, not the perfect dentist smile.

Today she was dressed in a short sundress that was predominately white but had pink, yellow and blue flowers. The strap that went around the neck had a collar on it that made the dress look very childish. The front of the dress was a basic u shape that was designed to ensure that the body beneath it was covered, concealed, and downplayed. (Just how Dennis liked to present his wife in public.) The dress was perhaps one size too small for Mika as the top gripped her breasts and it hugged her lower body slightly more than the designer had intended. In short she looked like a schoolgirl in a dress one size too small. Under the dress she wore matching yellow panties and bra although the bra was redundant, as it was a flimsy cheap piece that only served to cut into her shoulders and cramp her breasts. The panties were of the same cheap material and were both frayed and slightly torn. Just as well the dress covered these garments otherwise she would have look like a street girl.

Mika had never been very involved with sex. As a girl she was not interested in following her friends in chasing boys nor did she indulge in frequent masturbation. Even when she felt the urge to stroke her body she seldom enjoyed the act. In fact she wondered why everybody was so hung up with sex. 

Her first non-solo sex experience was with a friend of her mothers. Mika had endured hearing her mother and her friend Ahmad, fuck almost every night of the week since she was 14. When she was 18 Ahmad , with her mothers blessing, had seduced her in a rough and selfish manner that left him grunting and panting telling her she was a great root, while she felt sore, sticky ,stained and unfulfilled. Dennis on the other hand had been gentle but he lacked passion and was certainly was not into experimentation. These had been her only sexual encounters, apart from a briefing session with her cousin Ming, but that had been long forgotten.

Today Mika was even more depressed than usual. Dennis had stormed off this morning after an argument, and her only friend in the block of apartments had cancelled a long planned shopping trip, not that Mika had any money to spend. She decided to take a stroll down to the park. The weather was very warm and humid in Sydney, where they now lived. The park was not far from the beach and a cool sea breeze made it very pleasant sitting under a large gum tree. She thought of her life and what the future held and this worried her. She couldn't believe life with Dennis was the best it was going to get but she knew so little different. At this point she felt a stirring feeling in her body. Her breasts felt heavy and tender and a feeling that she could not describe worked its way from her heart to her feet, lingering and tingling her stomach and her vagina.

She had to leave. She got up and walked across the park convinced everybody was starring at her. She felt naked and embarrassed but at the same time she felt confident and happy. Her stride slowed; subconsciously she swayed her hips and thrust her chest forward rather than stooping to hide her ample breasts. Her nipples hardened with the cool breeze, and the flimsy bra and light sun dress could not hide the fact she had did have a magnificent pair of breasts only surpassed by the nipples that sat upright and proud in the middle of the dark sensitive part of breasts. Now she panicked, she had to get home, out of the public eye, into the safety of the apartment. Turning the corner into her street she noticed a car drive into the apartment car park, she paused. She didn't want to see who ever it was and she certainly didn't want anyone to see her in this flushed unnatural condition. It didn't work. As she turned into the driveway there was a tall male about 40 years of age with greying hair around his temples, bending to collect the mail from the letterbox.

Short of breath, she turned to avoid contact but too late, their eyes met. In a very deep voice he said " good morning how are you?'. Mika froze and stumbled out something that sounded half-English and half-Chinese. 

"Pardon" he said.

Mika again stumbled, but this time the words came out "Sorry you frightened me I hadn't expected to see anybody".

"I am sorry" he said and followed with "do you live here?"

"Yes" replied Mika " I have just been for a walk and I am going back to my apartment'. She was surprised how confident she acted, and was also surprised that she said my apartment not our apartment. She needed to correct that. "My husband and I live in 305"

"Well I just moved into 405 last Thursday. I have been transferred from interstate perhaps we will meet again" he said as he walked away.

Mika found herself starring at him as he walked down the footpath to the stairs. She continued to watch almost mesmerized as he climbed the stairs to the reception area, suddenly, she darted after him not knowing why. They entered the lift together and she experienced the same feeling she had encountered in the park. Naked but confident.

"I don't know too many people in Sydney," he said. "We might be able to have a drink or go out for dinner one night if you and your husband would like that."

"Oh we don't go out much but I will mention it to my husband".

Again they parted as the lift door opened. "My name is Jack. and you are?"

"Mika" she said as the lift doors closed leaving her gazing at the closed metal door.

Inside the apartment she closed the door and leaned back against it breathing heavily. What is happening? She has lost control of her mind, her feelings and her body. Her nipples were rock hard now and her moth was dry and those luscious lips were more out turned than normal but were also dry and tight. All her bodily fluids hard drained to her vagina. She could not believe it. She could feel the juices welling up inside her and this tingling, numbing sense had taken over below her waist. Her back slid down the door until she found herself sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide open. Without knowing it, she reached down the front of her sundress and roughly pulled her left breast from the tight confines of the bra and the dress. This act caused a small amount of pain as she squeezed the nipple across her bra; it jolted her back into reality, but only for a moment. The touch of own breast and then nipple put her back into the almost trance like state. She was now rubbing her nipple very hard. It was not a caress it was a full on assault and she loved it. Now she wrenched the right breast free and she tried to shovel its nipple into her mouth but she couldn't reach it. The right angle she had formed with the door made the union impossible so she slunk to floor and this enabled her to flick her tongue against the nipple. But this was not enough.

Her dress had ridden up her body as she had slid down the door and as she looked down she could see the lemon yellow panties were heavily stained with her own juices. Never before had see been like this. Her hands took control almost without direction from the brain and she plunged her right hand under the panties increasing the tear on the side. Initially she rubbed the palm of her hand around the area of her vagina and anus. He unshaved pubic region became matted with juices and her breathing was now inconsistent and desperate. The urge to touch everything quickly passed as her breathing recovered, and she now started to selectively use her fingers to explore the depths of her feminine sexuality. The touch to her clit stopped this calm assault on her body as she screamed and frantically rubbed her clit between her index and middle finger.

"Oh... Shit Oh Shit I'm cuming" she cried.

In a world of her own she heard the doorbell. She looked down, she was a mess. Had she fainted? Or did who ever was at the door hear her solo performance? The colour drained from her face. She stood up and said, "Who's there?

Jack hadn't heard all that had gone on inside but he sensed he should leave. But no sooner had he rang the bell and she had replied albeit in an unsteady wavering voice.

Jack was married with 2 kids and had been transferred to Sydney for at least 6 months. His wife had refused to move so he was left to commute back home every second weekend. Deep down he suspected his wife wanted him out of the way so she could improve her body at the gym. Whatever that entailed. But he would make the most of his time in Sydney to enhance his career and have few laughs.

After the lift closed he thought- there goes a real stunner. He had always had a liking for Asian women, their delicate features, small arses, and the ability to be mysterious but adventuresome in bed. But that Mika was different again. Yes was shy and demure, but the face and figure were Asian style plus 10. 

Jack threw the mail on the table and slumped into the lounge chair. He gently stroked his cock through his jeans as he thought only about Mika. That dress made her really horny; too small, revealing and cheap. His cock was growing. He wasn't that well endowed but it was strong and hard and he had plenty of stamina. Mika had got to him. He unzipped his jeans and began to really work on his cock.

"Yes that's it Mika suck on it you whore," he yelled as pumped his cock. "Where would you like it baby. in your mouth... up your cunt or do you want me to cum all over you?" He'd lost it now and he started to ejaculate all over his clothes. His breathing subsided and he regretted what he just done. Not only did it give him only limited pleasure but why had he fantasised about treating her unkindly? He knew he would not treat her this way if he could get that close in real life.

Mika was opening the door before Jack could say his name. She sensed it was he.

"If you are all alone I wondered if you would like a cup of coffee at my place" said Jack.

Trying not sound eager Mika said, "sure I'll come up in a few minutes I think I need to change"

"No you look great just as you are" said Jack

Mika said, " I would feel better if I change"

Mika stripped of her clothes and threw them in a heap. She sponged her body and selected a matching undergarment set of white lace that was very feminine and contrasted with her dark skin. She chose a dark pink gloss lipstick and she applied more than she would if she went out with Dennis. Her best dress was a red halterneck that wasn't low cut but it did billow to allow a bit of cleavage to be shown. It was a tight fit to her waist and then layered down to the knees. A dab or two of perfume and she was ready.

Mika knocked on the door. Jack opened it and invited her in. All very proper. Coffee was poured and they sat down. 

"Your apartment is bigger than ours" Mika said. 

"Is that so" inquired Jack. "How many bedrooms do you have?"

"We have only got one bedroom"

Do you want a look around asked Jack?

"Sure " said Mika.

Jack led the way as he showed her the Kitchen, Laundry etc. leaving the best for last. In the corner was a room with a pool table, which also had a hot tub. Jack interested Mika in a game of pool. She played for a while but was clearly bored with the game.

Optimistically Jack said "What about a soak in the hot tub?

Mika said " I would love to but I don't have anything to wear".

"Why don't you go home and get something" he asked.

"Ok I will."

Jacks' breathing increased. He turned on hot tub and assembled a range of toiletries to use in the tub. Further preparations included a bottle of wine, towels, dimming the light and some music. He wasn't sure if she would come back changed or not but he prepared the guestroom for her and left a small toweling robe if she needed it. The guestroom and the third bedroom shared a bathroom and from the third bedroom you had an uninterrupted view of the guestroom using the mirrors.

The doorbell rang and he opened the door to greet Mika. She hadn't changed but she had tucked up her hair, which made her look more sophisticated and sultry. He fought temptation to touch her. He showed her to the guestroom and then ducked back to the third bedroom to see what he could.

Mika was nervous. She didn't know what she wanted but she was being drawn into something with Jack. She tried to think of Dennis but this had the opposite effect it made her feel more wanton. She slipped off her dress and immediately cupped her breasts through the white bra. They were warm round and sensitive

Jack watched as she cupped her tits and his prick stirred. She unbuttoned her bra and lifted it forwarded off her shoulders, accidentally covering her breasts from his view. She flicked it away and stood in front of the mirror admiring her body. Again she cupped her breasts and gave them a small massage tweaking the right nipple in the process.

God she was beautiful!! He breasts were well proportioned and certainly large by Asian standards but they had the nipples that seemed curve upwards rather than sag. To see her playing with them was very erotic.

Mika Stripped off her panties and made a mental note to trim her pubic hair it was a bit bushy. She put on a one-piece suit that did very little for her figure but did show she had a fine bum. She slipped on the robe Jack had left just as he called out to her.

She joined Jack on the side of the tub. He was in a brief pair of bathers that didn't hide anything. He helped her out of the robe gently touching her shoulder and dragging it along her upper arm. He took he hand helped into the tub. The water was still, clear and warm. They both smiled awkwardly and then looked away not knowing what to do. Mika surprised herself by making the "first" move. She moved her foot so it ran along Jacks leg and came to rest on his thigh. He slide along the bench seat until they were side by side.

He placed his arm on her shoulder and in a reflex action her head rested on his shoulder. He bent his head and kissed her lips. It was a brief kiss and she was left looking for more; he complied. This time he kissed her passionately, deep and long allowing their tongues to dart around in each other's mouth. His hand drifted to the top of her bathers and he delicately folded the top down over her tits. She responded by kissing him aggressively and thrusting her breasts to meet his hands. His hands didn't linger on her tits he moved them to cup her face and he started kissing her neck face and ears. He freed her hair and twisted her so he could get behind her and kiss the back of her neck.

Mika was in heaven. His kisses on her neck sent chills throughout her body and her nipples were growing to a size she never thought possible Then his hands cupped her breasts as he still continued his pleasure onslaught on her neck and face. She groaned with pleasure when he slipped his tongue into her ear. But that was nothing to the effect when he kneaded her breasts and teased her nipples. Suddenly his hands were missing and he had lifted her onto his lap so her breasts were clear of the water. All of a sudden she felt a creamy lotion being applied to both breasts. Jack started to rub around her nipples. It was a rasping sensation and she realised he was rubbing her breast with a skin exfoliator or scrub.

Jack circled around her tits gently massaging the scrub into her nipples. It always worked. Her nipples became ultra sensitive and very large as he maneuvered to get his mouth on the nipples. Sucking softly to start Mika started to groan and buck having never experienced anything quite like this.

"Don't stop its sensational, " she said.

Jack returned to her neck and face pouring kisses allover Mika. Her movements indicated protest until he combined the kissing with renewed massaging of her tits. Jack lifted Mika onto the edge of the tub. He slowly removed her bathers and he kissed from the tits down to her thighs as the costume dropped. He only avoided one area. That was for later delights. Jacks cock was jutting out of his bathers and Mika noticed it.

Mika lifted Jacks hand and led him out of the tub and into the bedroom. Her total nakedness was completely forgotten as she "threw" him on the bed and slipped off his bathers. There before her eyes was a rock hard cock marginally bigger than she had seen before. Only once before had she taken a cock in her mouth. But today she didn't need lessons, nature took over as she grabbed his cock and fed it into her mouth. Initially she gagged but then got up a rhythm that soon had Jack groaning and lifting his arse to meet her downward sucks. Much to Mika surprise Jack extracted himself from Mika's attention but it was only so he could position himself in the 69 er. Mika gasped as Jack rolled his tongue around her vagina. He had touched nothing sensitive. But the touch had her excited. She stopped sucking him to delight in his attention but when he thrust back into her mouth she took on sucking with renewed vigour.

Mika's cunt tasted great. Jack had kissed all around the area and had given her a few "fish sucker" kisses that caused a rush of breath. Enough of the preliminaries he probed open her slit and pushed his tongue in. Mika screamed with delight. As he continued to work on her slit he occasionally flicked against her clit teasing her.

Mika was really enjoying the treatment Jack was giving her so much so she had stopped giving him head and was concentrating on pushing back to met his thrust and then it happened. Jack shoved a finger up her arse and Mika reached an orgasm with a scream.


"Oh God no... Oh fuck more... more... I can't stand it... don't stop Oh fuck I've never had one like that give me more Jack more fucking more Oh please please"

Jack flicked her over and started to slide his cock along her slit rubbing his cock head against her clit. This sent her off again more screams more encouragement until the big gasp when he poked his cock right up her cunt. Her muscles spasmed like never before and actually grabbed his cock. He forcefully drew it out and slowly pumped it back into her twitching cunt. Tears of joy formed on her face as she was ripped with another and another wave of pleasure. What had she been doing all he adult life; wasting it but not anymore.




Mika Discovers Life



Spent they lay back touching without speaking, looking but not seeing and then an embrace of passion with both of them trying to touch and please each other. Mika woke up but she hadn't been asleep. She must call her husband and find out what he was up to. She was on her chest and Jack pointed to the phone on the bedside table. She got to her knees and moved the phone to the top of the bed bending over she dialed her husbands work. Just as she was being put through she felt Jack spread her legs and point her arse more to the air and then he drove his tongue into her inflamed pussy lips. She groaned as her husband answered. 

"No nothing was wrong and when would he be hhhhome." Jack's tongue had just hit her clit. She rolled over to remove temptation from Jack as she continued her conversation with Dennis but this only presented him with the opportunity to slip his cock into her cunt again. and again... and again but she didn't mind and didn't care if her husband knew. She had found something see wasn't going to give up...



Mika Makes a Mistake



I'm not exactly proud to say it but for a brief stint after college, I got a job at a gas station. I was applying to grad schools and just needed a solid paycheck to hold me over for a few months, and my buddy Jeff was the night time manager, so it was an easy, simple fit.

As you can imagine, it wasn't all that glamorous, but I got to work with Jeff most nights and we had a decent time getting high in the back, eating junk food, and enjoying the occasional beer, so it really wasn't terrible.

The station was a little ways from downtown, closer to neighborhoods than anything else, so it really slowed down on weeknights. Most of the time we just listened to music, I'd read and Jeff would take care of all the little jobs. I'd offered to help but he sort of enjoyed it, said it helped the time go by and he didn't care. 

One Thursday night I was sitting at the register while Jeff was doing inventory in the back when a car pulled up. This little emo Asian chick came in and I recognized her. She'd been in a few times, always wearing tight, torn up jeans and a black panda bear hoodie, too much eyeshadow and a pink hello kitty backpack. I'm sure you know the type, pretty cliche suburban mall rat teen.

I tried not to stare at her too much and turned to the car she came in. Sure enough, there was some douchey little punk kid in the front seat of a minivan, I'd bet anything it was his mom's and she let him borrow it when she wasn't using it, and he was sitting there just glaring at me, eyes wide like I was a ghost or something.

That's when I knew something was up. I looked up to find the girl but from the counter, I couldn't see her anywhere. I got up quietly, started tip toeing down the edge of the store, and I turned to her boyfriend who was now frantically pressing buttons into his cell phone.

I turned the corner and found her bent over on her knees, stuffing a twelve pack of beer into her backpack. She turned to me and jumped, falling on her ass and staring up at me.

I couldn't really believe what I was seeing. The sheer audacity of stealing a twelve pack of beer right from under my nose had me dumbfounded. Her jaw dropped and her eyes started welling with tears, and right then her phone started ringing.

"You should probably get that," I shrugged, nodding towards her boyfriend. "I'm pretty sure it's your man trying to warn you."

She took a big gulp and picked up her phone, but the ringing cut off and the sound of tires screeching reached us both. We turned to the large windows to see the kid driving off, just leaving her there.

She covered her mouth and stared up at me. I looked down at her cowering on the ground, my arms crossed, and she burst into tears.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh god, please don't call the cops!"

Now, I'm not heartless, but at that moment, staring down at her begging for mercy, I felt like a spider when a fly falls into it's web. My blood started pumping faster, my heart racing. My eyes narrowed and I shook my head.

"Come on, get up," I said, holding out my hand.

She took it and stood up slowly. I grabbed the twelve packed and put it back in the cooler, then picked up her backpack then grabbed her upper arm with my other hand and pulled her towards the door marked "Employees Only." 

"What are you gonna do?" She squealed, and I shook my head.

"What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do? You just got caught stealing, I'm going to call the cops and you're going to wait in the office until they get here."

I opened the door and Jeff peeked up from a stack of cardboard boxes. The look on his eyes when he saw me holding this crying little teenager, he was kind of an airhead sometimes, and his face got all scrunched up and he stared at us.

"Sit down," I said, pointing to the table that we used as a makeshift break area. "Jeff, come here, I need to have a word with you."

He shrugged and walked out, shooting her one last glance before walking through the doorway. I stuffed the backpack inside and closed the door and he turned to me.

"So, uh-?" He started and I shook my head.

"I caught her stealing beer," I whispered, and he shrugged, smiling a little.

"So? You shoulda let her have it, who gives a fuck? What, don't tell me you're actually thinking of calling the cops." He laughed, his eyes still red from the joint we'd shared an hour or two before.

"Shut up, not so loud," I shushed, leading him away from the door. "Nah, of course I'm not gonna call the cops, I just want her to think I will. Did you see her? She's fucking cute, man, we could have her eating out of the palms of our hands if we wanted.

Jeff laughed a little, shaking his head.

"I don't know, man, seems a little sketch."

I rolled my eyes, exasperated, and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

"Ok, ok, well I'm about to go in there and get her to do whatever the fuck I want, you want a turn when I'm done with her or are you gonna sit out here being a big fuckin' pussy all night?" I laughed and he stood there for a second, weighing his options.

"This shit could get us fired you know." He shrugged.

"Bull shit, man, the cameras have been out for a few weeks, nobody's gonna find out. And anyways, this job sucks."

"Yeah, this job is shit," He laughed, then smiled. "Alright, I'll think about it. Go at it, I'll hold down the fort."

I laughed and walked back towards the door, straightened up my face and walked in.

She was sitting at the table, her head down in her hands when I walked in. She shot up and I could tell from her running makeup and red, puffy cheeks that she'd been crying the entire time.

"Did you call them?" She sobbed, and I make an angry face and grabbed her backpack.

"Not yet, what's your name?" I asked, sitting down.

"Mika," She sniffled, and I picked up her backpack and pulled it up on the table, in between the two of us.

"How old are you?" I huffed, trying my best to keep up this stern outward appearance.

"E-e-eighteen," She stuttered, and I shook my head.

"Not even a minor, huh? Too bad, they wouldn't have been so hard on a minor, but you're a grown ass adult. Is that why you were stealing it? Couldn't wait till you're twenty one?"

"Y-yes," She stuttered.

"Yes sir!" I corrected, crossing my arms.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry! I'll never do it again, I swear!" She sobbed, but I shook my head.

"Save it!" I snapped, grabbing her backpack and opening it up. Her eyes grew wide with fear as I pulled out her wallet and checked her ID. Sure enough, she wasn't lying about her age. I set it aside and reached in again, feeling something familiar.

"Seriously?" I prodded, pulling out the ziploc bag of weed and tossing it on the table. "Fuck, you gotta be kidding me. You brought weed with you to steal beer from a gas station?"

She groaned and buried her face again.

"I'm sorry! God! Fuck, I'm so stupid!" She sobbed, and I sat back, letting her cry it out for a little bit.

Finally, the sobbing subsided and she stared up at me, her eyes bloodshot, her makeup smeared, but just as cute as ever.

"That was your boyfriend, wasn't it?" I asked, and she nodded.

"It was his idea that you steal the beer, wasn't it?" I prodded and she nodded again.

"He said you would go easier on me if I got caught," She squealed, and I shook my head.

"And when the shit hit the fan, he ditched you and ran, huh?"

She looked up at me, biting her lip, and nodded.

"Ok, well he got away, and you're the one that's gonna take the fall for this, you realize that right?" I asked and she gulped and nodded.

"Please, just don't call the cops! My parents can't find out about this, I'll be so screwed! I don't want to go to jail, please! I'll do anything!"

She buried her face again and I felt like I'd struck gold. I knew right then and there that she'd do whatever I asked.

"You'll do anything?" I questioned and she shot up, shaking her head.

"Yes! I'll clean up, work it off or whatever!" She bounced.

I laughed a little and shook my head.

"We keep things pretty clean around here, we don't need any extra help with that. What else would you be willing to do?" I asked and leaned back. She bit her lip, staring at me, her tears finally drying and her body calming down a little.

"Well, um, I-" She started, obviously not wanting to put it into words, "I don't know, anything I guess."

I stared at her for a moment, looking her over.

"I tell you what, me and Jeff, the other guy, we close up shop at two, it's what, nine? For the next five hours, your body belongs to us, and we get to have a little bit of fun with you, whatever the fuck we want. If you agree to that, at two, you can leave and nobody has to know about your little," I paused for a moment, just for show, "indiscretion."

She stared at me, weighing her options.

"What are you gonna do to me?" She finally whispered.

"Whatever the fuck I feel like." I informed her, and she gulped.

"Ok," She agreed, and her phone went off.

She pulled it out and read the screen, then looked up at me.

"It's Cory," she told me, "my boyfriend, he wants to know what happened."

I smiled and rubbed my head.

"Text him and say we called your parents instead of the cops and they're coming to pick you up, and you'll text him in the morning."

"Ok," she nodded, typing something out on her phone, then set it down.

"Now then," I told her, leaning back, "Stand up and come around to my side of the table."

She got up slowly and walked around, standing in front of me.

"Take off your clothes," I told her, and she nodded, then took off the hoodie.

She had a little pink tank top on underneath, round c-cup size tits and tan skin. She bent down and took her shoes off, black all stars, then removed her pants and tank top.

She was shivering, standing there in front of me, arms crossed, and I waved her over to me.

She took a step forward and sat on my lap. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me and she leaned down and started kissing me, rubbing against me and wrapping her arms around my neck. She gyrated her body and moaned a little, her breath quickening as I grabbed her ass and spanked her.

She jumped a little, pulling back and staring at me.

"What- I- oh god, I shouldn't," She whispered as I bit her neck.

"It's a little too late for that," I whispered in her ear, grabbing her ass again and pulling her tight.

She leaned forward and started kissing me again, really getting into it as she rode my cock. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and she gasped as it fluttered to the floor, pulling back a little.

That's when I got my first look at her tits. They weren't huge by any means, but they were perky and tan with dark nipples. They were perfect.

I grabbed her hair and she pulled away, shaking her head.

"No, no hickeys," She insisted, and I grabbed her by her throat and shook her a little.

"You don't get a say in any of this," I told her, squeezing tightly and slapping her lightly. Her jaw dropped and she stared at me like some kind of a monster.

I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her back, sucking and biting her neck so hard I was sure it would leave a mark. She squirmed and gasped, somehow trying to push away yet still grinding her pussy against my cock.

I picked her up and put her on her feet, turned her around and bent her over. I inspected her ass, grabbed it and squeezed. She whimpered and turned around to look at me.

"Please, sir, please don't fuck me in my ass!" She begged, and I looked at her panties and noticed a visible wet spot, slowly growing bigger and bigger.

"Holy shit, you're practically dripping wet!" I laughed, then I spanked her ass.

"Oh!" She bounced, staring at me with her mouth wide open.

"I'm sorry! I can't help it!" She moaned, then I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, exposing her round, shapely ass and her slender legs.

I spanked her ass again and she bounced, then bent further over, lifting her ass up and shaking it at me.

"Again?" I asked, and she nodded, ever so slightly.

"Please," she whispered, and I spanked her again.

Then I got down on my knees behind her and grabbed both of her cheeks, spreading them and inspecting her pussy.

She kept it clean shaven, completely bare, and I pushed her lips aside and started rubbing her clit.

"Oh, god," She whispered, shuddering as her body clenched. I rubbed her clit with one hand and with the other I took two fingers and slowly stuffed them inside her pussy, rubbing her and thrusting inside.

She bit her lip and started squealing, shaking and arching her back, huffing and puffing as I played with her, until she went silent, then turned back at me with a fire in her eyes.

"Oh god! Yes, don't stop!" She moaned, then gasped, and immediately started squirting all over the floor, panting and squealing, then collapsing on the table.

"Fuck! How'd you do that?" She gasped, her body going limp. I laughed, shaking my head.

"What? Finger you?"

"Make me cum so fast!" She giggled, "I've only ever cum from playing with myself, and even then it takes forever!"

I started unbuckling my pants, looking at the tiny little body in front of me.

"What? Cory can't get you off?" I laughed, and she shook her head.

"Cory fucks me like he's in a rush or a race or something," She laughed, then slowly stood up, turning to me as I pulled out my cock, stiff and throbbing.

Her eyes went wide as she caught size of it, her jaw dropping.

"Um, oh, wow," She whispered, reaching forward and grabbing it, tucking at it gently, "It's so big!"

I didn't even bother asking how big Cory's dick was, taking her astonishment as proof that he must be lacking in that department, and instead put my hand on the top of her head and pushed her down on her knees.

She opened her mouth and barely got my head inside, jerking off my shaft as she licked the tip.

"I can barely fit my mouth around it!" She exclaimed, my cock popping out from her mouth, her tiny little hand jerking me off.

"Yeah, we'll you're going to have to do a lot better than that." I laughed, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back then bunching her hair up in my hand and pushing my cock back inside her mouth. 

As soon as my cock was in, I shoved it down her throat, pushing through the back of her mouth and thoroughly throatfucking her while she gagged and squirmed.

She finally fell back, pushing away from me, and I shook my head, grabbing her neck and pushing her face down on the ground, lifting her ass up.

"Don't you dare do that again!" I demanded, spanking her ass again and again, her cheeks turning red from my hand.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I can be better! I promise!" She squealed. "I've just never sucked a cock that big!"

I kept spanking her until she started sobbing, then I let go of her neck and stood up straight.

Slowly, she sat up, crawling forward and grabbing my cock with both hands. She put the tip in her mouth then grabbed the back of my legs and pulled, thrusting the cock down her throat. She sputtered and choked, drool dribbling down her chin, her make up streaming and smearing down her face, staring up at me with her big, doe eyes as she did her best to deepthroat my cock.

Even with all the effort, she could barely get it half way down, so I grabbed her by her hair again and shoved it all the way in. I watched her body wretch and convulse as she took my entire cock down her throat, finally letting go so she could catch her breath.

"Oh god! It's just so big!" She groaned, and I bent down and picked her up in my arms, laying her on the big table, on her back, her head falling over the edge.

I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them on her stomach, forcing them down to her clit.

"If you can make yourself squirt again while I'm throatfucking you, I'll stop being so rough, understand?"

She looked up at me and nodded a little.

"But until I see you squirt, I'm going to throatfuck you like there's no tomorrow."

She gasped a little, then nodded, tilting her head back and opening her mouth, rubbing her clit slowly.

I shoved my cock down her throat and went to town. From this angle it was easy to slide my entire cock in, groping her tits, squeezing her nipples, even slapping her tits and face while she gagged and choked.

Meanwhile, she started rubbing her clit and fingering herself hard and fast. Her stomach pressed up and her legs quivered, drool and spit dribbling down her face and into her hair, giant strings and globs coating her face, sticking her eyelids together and making an even bigger mess of her black eye shadow.

Finally, she started shivering, her body convulsing and her gagging getting louder and louder. Her fingers worked faster and faster, and I knew she was close. It was so hot watching her get close my head started to swim and I knew I couldn't last much longer.

Then she came, squirting jets of pussy juice across the table and onto the nearby wall, spraying the room. I shuddered, joining her, groaning as some of my load shot down her mouth, then pulling out.

"Keep it open," I demanded, slapping her face, and she complied, my load continuing to shoot into her mouth and onto her face, joining the drool and tears and smeared make up.

"Fuck!" I groaned, then collapsed back into a chair. I stuffed my cock away and grabbed the nearest liquid I could find, a room temperature orange gatorade, throwing it back and wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Did I do good?" She asked, still lying there on the table, slowly turning over and propping herself up, her eyelids barely able to open.

"Yes, baby, you did good," I laughed.

"Does this mean- are you-" She started, taking one finger and running it down her face, wiping off the messy goo.

"Don't you dare flick that away," I warned, "You suck up every last bit of my cum."

She nodded and complied, slurping and sucking away at the cum and spit left on her face.

"Aren't you-" She asked, licking the cum off her finger, "Are you not going to fuck me?"

I could hear the longing in her voice, the anticipation of having my hard cock pounding her little pussy, and I almost laughed.

"Soon," I smiled, standing up. "But first I'm going to take a break, Jeff might want a turn. You're going to do whatever he says, understand?"

I grabbed her throat and she eagerly shook her head up and down.

"Yes sir!" She agreed. I stroked her hair, feeling some of my spit and cum in the matted mess of her long, black hair.

"Good girl, now stand up," I demanded, and she complied, then I pointed to a chair. "Sit down."

She promptly sat in the chair, and I picked her legs up, grabbing her arms and making her hold them back, exposing her wet little pussy, ready to get fucked. Then I picked up her panties off the floor and shoved them in her mouth, smiling as I looked down at her.

"Now stay there, just like that, got it?" I asked, and she nodded, doing her best to smile.

I walked out and closed the door. Jeff was sitting at the register, looking through his phone when I closed the door and his head popped up.

"Did she?" He asked, his voice hushed.

"You couldn't hear anything?" I laughed, and he shook his head.

"Not really, no, did she fall for it?" He asked, and I laughed.

"Yeah, she's in there, waiting for you, man."

He kind of huffed and laughed a little, shaking his head from side to side.

"I don't know, kind of weird don't you think? Fucking her right after you did?" He asked, and I laughed.

"Man, I haven't even fucked her yet, just throatfucked her and came all over her face. I need a break now." I pushed him out of the seat behind the register and sat down. "Dude, you can have the first crack at her pussy."

He stared at me in disbelief.

"Fuck, man, you sure? You gonna wear a condom?"

"Hell no, man, she's probably fucked one other guy in her life, dude they don't get any more fresh than that little pussy in there."




Mika Makes a Mistake



He shook his head and grabbed a three pack of trojans off the shelf.

"Nah, man, even still, I'm not knocking up this chick. Is she even legal?"

"She's eighteen, saw her ID, dude, quit being a pussy!" I laughed, and Jeff just shrugged.

"Alright, man, fuck, yeah, you're right, dude I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this chick," He laughed, pocketing the condoms and walking towards the door.

"Bring her some water, she probably needs it," I laughed, and he nodded, grabbing a cold bottle and disappearing inside.

I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette, enjoying the cool breeze on my face, my sweat slowly drying. When I went back in, I grabbed myself a bottle of water and sat behind the register, smiling to myself.

Jeff was right, you couldn't really hear anything from outside the door. Eventually, a guy came in, bought a pack of smokes, and left, all without so much as glancing at the door. Then two more little teenage girls came through, stoned off their asses. 

I could hear them giggling as they looked through the snack food aisle and I wondered if they might know Mika, might have been in the same classes as the girl currently getting fucked only a few feet away.

They came up to pay and I was so tempted to start up a conversation, innocently ask if they knew some people I knew, list off a couple names and include Mika's, but I decided against it at the last moment.

They paid and rushed off and I went back to looking through my phone, playing a little game and trying to keep my mind off the idea of Jeff fucking her senseless, getting hard at the thought of Mika's used little body being ready for the taking.

My cock started to get hard again and I grew impatient. I smoked another cigarette, and when I came back inside, Jeff was sitting at the counter, covered in sweat, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Dude, fuck," he laughed, rubbing his hair. "Jesus Christ, what did you say to her? She was so fucking into it, God damn it."

"Ha, I just told her we'd let her off if she did whatever we wanted. I'm pretty sure she just gets off on the whole idea of being used and punished," I laughed. "Did she squirt for you?"

Jeff stared at me a little confused, then shook his head.

"Squirt?"

"Yeah, like, did she cum and squirt out of her pussy?"

Jeff just laughed, turning red in the face.

"Fuck, nah, shit dude, I didn't even know they could do that," he laughed, crossing his arms. "Nah, man, did she for you?"

I smiled, secretly happy that Jeff couldn't get her off like I could, and turned to the door.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go see if I can make her do it again," I laughed, putting my hand on the door.

"Sure, go get her, man, but hey," I turned and looked at him, smiling, "I liked the position you left her in for me, so I figured I'd do the same."

I laughed and opened the door.

Mika was on her hands and knees on the table, her ass facing the door and her face on the table. Her legs were spread and her hands were beneath her, rubbing her wet little clit. I couldn't see her face but I could hear her moaning, muffled and quiet.

I closed the door and stepped forward, coming to her side. Her face was red and even messier than before, her body was trembling at her touch and she stared at me, her mouth barely able to close over her panties.

I ran my hand up her leg and she quivered at my touch, gasping a little. I reached forward and plucked the panties from her mouth and tossed them aside, smiling at her. She gasped a little, groaning quietly and staring at me, innocently.

"Are you ready to take my cock, baby?" I asked, spanking her ass.

"Oof! Oh, yes, please! God I want your big cock inside me!"

I smiled and spanked her again, and she shook her ass from side to side.

"Please!" She begged, rubbing her clit faster and faster.

I spit on my hand and lubed up my finger, then spread her cheeks and started pushing against her ass.

"Oh! God, no! Please!" She gasped, taking her hand off her clit.

"Don't you dare stop touching yourself," I demanded, spanking her ass.

She sort of nodded and got back to work, rubbing herself and panting.

"Now then, did you like getting fucked by Jeff?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Mhm," She gasped.

"Did he make you cum?" I asked, and she took a deep breath.

"N-no sir," She stuttered, staring at me. "I tried, but he's not as big, or as- as-"

"As what?" I asked, spanking her again.

"As good as you, at touching me, as rough."

My heart started beating faster and I couldn't help but smile, my ego being thoroughly placated.

I spanked her again, slowly pressing my finger inside her ass, fingering her as she rubbed herself.

"Oh, oh god!" She squealed, panting heavily as I slowly but forcefully thrusted my finger inside her. "Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!"

I pressed deeper and deeper, and she started to gyrate and press against me, then she went silent, and all of a sudden started gasping.

"Oh! Right there! Fuck! Oh god! I'm gonna cum again!" She moaned, squirting all over the table and I spanked her and fingered her ass.

I finally stopped spanking her and sat down, watching her writhe and convulse, rubbing her clit and panting wildly.

She slowly calmed herself, then pulled herself towards me, sitting up and staring at me.

"Get down on the ground, on your hands and knees." I told her, and she slowly got up off the table and lowered herself down to the floor.

I unbuckled my belt and pulled my cock out and her eyes lit up, staring at my hard dick.

"Please, sir, can I touch it?" She asked, crawling slowly towards me.

"Yes, get over here," I told her, and she eagerly crawled to me, her knees on the ground and her upper body resting between my legs, slowly stroking my cock.

"Fuck! It's so big!" She whispered, licking it and kissing the tip. "Will you fuck me with it? Please?"

I nodded and she opened her mouth, shoving my cock deep down her throat and bobbing her head up and down.

I leaned back and let her suck me off, her hands cupping my balls and squeezing lightly as she did her best to force my dick down her throat.

Then my cock popped out of her mouth and I looked down at her. She licked my dick and kissed it again and again, then stared up at me.

"May I-" She started, "Can I- may I sit in your lap?" She asked, and I nodded.

She slowly climbed to her feet and straddled me, grabbing my cock, wet with her spit, and pressing it against her pussy.

"Fuck!" She moaned as she slowly pressed it inside of her, then gasped, her jaw dropped as her body gently lowered against mine, and my cock thrusted completely inside her wet little pussy.

"Oh god! Fuck! That cock!" She gasped, and I grabbed her ass cheeks.

She wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled herself close, her hips moving and slowly gyrating against me, squeezing and pulling me tighter and tighter.

"Oh! God damn it! Thank you! Oh god, thank you!" She moaned, closing her eyes. 

I smacked her ass and she started riding me faster and harder, then I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back, inspecting her body while she straddled and rode me.

"Do you like my body, sir? Am I pretty enough?" She squealed, holding my neck with one hand and with the other, rubbing her clit.

"Yes, baby," I moaned, grabbing her left nipple and squeezing.

"Fuck! God I love your cock!" She moaned, and I slapped her tit.

"Oh!" She bounced, "again! Please! Sir!"

I tightened my grip on her throat and slapped her tits, over and over again, and she gasped and moaned and squirmed, thrusting against me and riding me harder and faster.

"Oh! Fuck!" She moaned, shaking her head.

I grabbed her ass and pressed my finger inside, and she squealed, nodding her head and speaking gibberish. 

"Oh, fffffffffff-" she moaned. "Yes! I'm- it's- my pussy- fuck!" She moaned, and I could feel her pussy clenching and squirting all over my cock.

I grabbed her throat and squeezed. Her face went white and her eyes started to roll back in her head, and when I finally let go she shook, trembling and latching onto me, tears streaming down her face as she clung tight to me.

"Oh god!" She quivered, shaking her head. "Oh fuck, sir, god!" She moaned.

She collapsed into me and laid her head on my chest, rubbing my hair with her fingers and nuzzling her face against my neck.

"Don't get too comfortable, I'm not done with you yet," I warned, pulling my cock out of her pussy and picking her up.

"Oh god, I don't know if my pussy can take much more," she laughed a little as I turned her around and bent her over the table.

"Huh, well then I guess I'll have to give your pussy a break," I smiled, grabbing her ass and pushing it aside, pressing my cock against her ass.

"Oh god, no, I don't think I can take your cock in my ass! It's too big!" She whimpered, turning her head and staring at me with big, tearful eyes.

I disrobed, kicking off my shoes and pants and tossing my shirt to the side.

"That's not your call," I told her, stepping forward and slowly pressing the tip of my cock inside.

She bit her lip, her fists clenching tightly as my cock slowly slid inside her ass.

"Oh god! No! No!" She screamed, and as I slowly thrust inside her she started panting and wailing, shaking her head and speaking in tongues again, gasping and choking, staring at me with big, pitiful eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Oh God!" She shook, quivering and squirting on the floor, her ass clenching tight on my cock while she convulsed, shaking and cumming.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked, and she shook her head, screaming and crying..

"God, no! Yes! Oh, fuck, I can't stop cumming!" She screamed, clenching her eyes shut.

I spanked her ass, then leaned forward and wrapped my hands around her throat, pumping into her, faster and faster.

"Say you're a dirty little slut that likes getting fucked in the ass," I demanded, and her face turned red as I fucked her.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing but gasps and low moans came out, more juice dribbling down my leg as she panted and coughed.

"Oh! Oh! I'm- I'm-" she started, tears dripping down her face and pooling on the table. "Oh God, I'm cumming again!" She shrieked, shaking her head and pushing her ass back against me.

"Oh! It- it- fuck it hurts! I'm a dirty slut! Oh god! I like getting fucked in the ass! Fuck!"

She started drooling, mumbling and shaking, her orgasm just going on and on for what felt like hours, grunting as I pumped her ass with my cock.

"Oh! I can't! I can't! Take it out! Please! God! Oh god!" She finally shrieked, and I pulled my cock out.

She slipped to the floor, curling up in a ball as she quivered and shook, her pussy squirting again and again. She sobbed and gasped, shaking her head and mumbling.

I sat down, resting until she pulled herself together. Finally, she sat up and stared up at me, her eyes big and pitiful.

She stared at my cock, crawling towards me and resting her head in my lap, grabbing my cock and stroking it slowly.

"Can I suck it, sir?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Suck it clean," I told her, and she picked up her head and opened her mouth, going down on me slowly and intently.

I grabbed her hair and shoved my cock down her throat, slapping her cheek gently and reaching over, spanking her while she gagged and choked.

She finally pulled her head up, staring at me.

"Um, may I- can I- um-" She started, staring at me.

"What is it?" I finally asked, and she looked away.

"Can I ride you again?"

I laughed, leaning back, and patted my leg. She slowly stood up and turned her back to me, put her hands on her knees and bent over, her body fitting in between my legs as she grabbed my cock and pushed it inside her tight little pussy.

"Oh, fuck," she purred, bouncing her little ass up and down on my cock, turning around to smile at me hungrily as she rode me.

"Please cum inside me," she moaned, "I'm on birth control, I want to feel your cum inside me."

My head swam with excitement as I spanked her ass and pulled her hair. She pounded down on me, harder and harder, shaking her head and gasping.

I pulled her back and picked up her legs, spreading them and reaching around her body. With one hand I gripped her throat, and with the other I began rubbing her clit. She reached back, her fingernails nimbly digging into the back of my neck.

She moaned and cried while I played with her, cumming again and again, before I finally started to wear out.

I turned her around and she latched onto me, riding my cock and sinking her teeth into my neck, her arms gripping my back tightly.

She rode my cock, squealing and moaning, kissing and nibbling on me, until I finally couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly, pumping her with my cock.

I grunted and moaned and finally shot my hot load inside her, filling her wet little pussy with my cum, before collapsing back onto the chair

She rested her body against mine, her head nuzzled against my chest as she gasped and calmed herself.

I stood up, picking her up with me and setting her down on the table, pulling my cock out as she pulled me close, kissing me and rubbing me.

I finally pulled away from her grip, grabbing my clothes and slowly, weakly, dressing myself.

She lied back on the table, rubbing her clit, catching her breath, and when I was finally clothed, I turned to her.

"Need anything?" I asked, and she smiled.

"A blue gatorade?" She asked sweetly, and I nodded, walking outside.

Jeff looked up at me, shaking his head and smiling.

"Dude, what the fuck did you do to her in there? I could hear her screaming through the door this time!" He laughed, setting his phone down as I grabbed a gatorade from the cooler.

"I fucked her in her ass," I laughed, and he rolled his eyes. "You want another go at her?"

"Nah, man, no way. I'm fucking worked, and she's probably had enough anyways."

"Ha, fair enough," I laughed, wiping the sweat from my brow.

"Look, man," Jeff piped up, "I think I'm gonna go. I don't really wanna look her in the eyes again, to be honest. You mind closing up? Getting her outta here?"

I wasn't surprised, so I didn't argue.

"Yeah, get outta here, I'll take care of everything."

"Alright, good, I still haven't swept and mopped, think you can handle it?"

"Mmm, maybe not, but hopefully Mika can." I laughed, and he rolled his eyes.

"Fuck, you're really gonna keep her here till close?" He laughed.

"Yeah, a deal's a deal." 

He shrugged and stood up.

"Alright, man, well I'll see you later. Have fun."

With that he grabbed his hoodie and left. I took a swig or two from the gatorade and walked all over to the doorway. When I opened it, Mika was laying there on the table, naked and red, her make up a mess, her hair tangled and disheveled. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone so beautiful.

"Here you go," I said, setting the gatorade down next to her. "Now get dressed, but don't put on your pants or underwear, come outside when you're clothed."

She nodded and I walked out, grabbing her backpack. I set it behind the counter and walked to the utility closet, filling the mop bucket and grabbing the push broom.

Finally, Mika popped her head out. Her hoodie was just barely long enough to cover her ass, and she grabbed it's edges and pushed it down.

"Um, sir-" She asked, and I popped my head up. "What did you-" She started, then trailed off.

I pointed towards the mop and broom, and smiled.

"Remember how you said you were willing to clean?" I asked, and her face turned beet red.

"But- but- what if someone comes in and sees me like this?" She asked, looking down at her bare legs and pussy poking out right below her hoodie.

"If a woman comes in, try and avoid her by switching aisles, but if it's a man, you have to keep cleaning, and whatever he wants to do to you, you let him, understand?" I asked, and she looked away.

"Yes sir," she mumbled, pushing at the edges of her coat, trying to stretch it to cover her body more, but I shook my head.

"No adjusting your clothes anymore, either. If it rides up, it rides up," I told her, and she blushed, then nodded. She walked over to the broom and I could already see her ass poking out.

I hadn't bothered to let her know that I'd turned off the sign and outside lights and locked the door. If anyone did come, I'd have simply told them we were closed early and that would have been that, I'm not that fucked up, but I did like watching her squirm and worry.

While she cleaned, I pulled out her weed and broke it up on the counter, pulled out a paper from my wallet and started rolling a joint.

I watched Mika clean, her ass and pussy hanging out, and from the distance I swear I could see my cum or her juices dribbling down her legs, I'm not sure which, but either way, she stared at the windows constantly, checking on me now and again, a sad, shameful look on her face.

After some time, she finished, and I waved her over.

"Not bad, really. You should think of dropping off an application," I joked, and a smile broke on her face.

"Ha, thanks, but I'll pass," She laughed, and I picked up the joint.

"Wanna join me? It is yours, you know."

The look on her face when she saw the joint in my hands was priceless. 

"What? You smoke?"

I laughed, and nodded towards the room.

"Go put on your pants, it's cold outside." I told her, and she nodded, bouncing into the backroom and out again after a moment or two.

Soon enough we were sitting on the curb outside of the station. I'd turned off the lights and locked up, and I lit the joint, taking a deep puff and handing it to her.

"I was never going to call the cops," I admitted, and she stared at me like I'd told her the world was flat.

"Y- you weren't?" She gasped, and I shook my head.

"Nah, I'm not a narc, if you'd called my bluff I would have just let you go." I shrugged, smiling, and she shook her head.

"Fuck, I didn't- you just seemed so- shit." She sighed, exasperated yet smiling. She dragged on the joint and handed it over to me.

I took a drag and she looked over at me.

"Um, well, I guess I'm glad I didn't call your bluff then," She blushed, looking away.

I smiled, shaking my head, and she looked over at me.

"Um, this is kind of awkward, but, well, I told my parents I was staying at a friend's tonight, and I sure as fuck can't call my boyfriend to come pick me up looking like this," She shrugged, and I stared at her.

"Yeah, so?" I asked, and she turned away.

"Do you think I can come home with you?" She asked, rubbing her arms, and I put my own around her and pulled her close.

"Yeah, sure, why the fuck not," I laughed, and we stood up together and got into my car.

I turned to her in the driver's seat and smiled.

"But you still have to do whatever I say, and I think I liked you better with your pants off," I joked, but she immediately took her pants off and tossed them into the back seat.

"Better?" She smiled and I nodded.

I put the car in drive and she reached over and took my arm, wrapping both her tiny hands around it, her fingers intertwining with mine.

"Um, sir-?" She asked, and I looked at her.

"Yes?" I smiled, and she unbuckled her seat belt.

"Should I suck you off while you drive?"



Mika Starts a Second New Life



For Yin Yin

* * * * *

Jack was 42 years old when he started his affair with Mika. He had just started a new job with a large legal practice and Mika was a recently married Asian girl whose husband was Australian. The early days of their affair had been great. Whenever they had the chance they engaged in torrid lovemaking. Doing it on the side made it exciting for both of them and the thought of Mika's husband in the nearby flat really got her going. After several months of the clandestine affair they decided to leave their respective spouses and start life together.

When it came to sex Mika was a 5 foot 7 inch Asian time bomb. Jack never knew when she was going to explode. When Mika needed sex it had happen right there and then. Some nights when Jack got home from work Mika would be shy, reserved and very demur; on these occasions he knew he was in for a quite night. On the other hand, some nights would see him lucky to close the front door before he had his pants around his ankles and his cock buried down Mika's eager mouth, and that was just the start of the nights sexual exploitation.

It frustrated Jack that he could not pick when his mistress was about to launch into her sexual frenzy. It was also embarrassing at times when the urge over took her in a public place. Only last week they were scheduled to have dinner with another couple in a small restaurant not far from home. Jack arranged to meet Mika there and when he arrived he saw the tell tale signs. Mika was wearing that dress. Low cut and very short it left very little to the imagination and he was sure she was wearing nothing underneath. He sat down at the table and her hand snaked under the table and started to rub his crutch. Gently at first but as his cock started the stiffen she became more frantic and aggressive until she leant across and said "Lets go I've got to have your cock."

She tugged his arm and led him to the door telling the waiter they would return shortly. They almost knocked over their friends who were just entering and they too were told that Mika and Jack would be back shortly. How embarrassing what would they say when they returned!

Almost running, Mika pulled Jack into the entrance alcove of an office building. Without looking for any prying eyes she quickly extracted Jack's cock from his clothes and began to deep throat his growing cock. Jack closed his eyes and started to grunt and groan. She was fucking unbelievable and it was all he could do to stop from cuming. As she sucked up his cock, he pulled it out before she could go down on him again. Amidst her protests he lifted her petite frame causing her dress to ride up revealing a sodden, hairless cunt that he immediately filled with his cock. She screamed "oh fuck me Jack get it right up there .....Oh Yeah" In between her screams of delight she started to grab his arse and pull him deeper into her. She also started to kiss his neck and face but when an orgasm hit her she bit him hard on the ear causing blood to trickle down onto his shirt. He was oblivious to this as he was in the last gasp of pumping her full with hot semen.

Mika pushed the piece of fish from one side of the plate to the other. Their pre dinner screw had calmed her down but now she was getting irritated. Why did Jack have to keep making excuses to Bob and Carol? He was really making a "big deal" out of nothing. In fact, recently he had become staid and boring. The spontaneous sex was still good but something else was missing. She couldn't stand it a moment longer she just wanted to go home and get into bed. And for the first time in a while she meant bed as in sleep not sex.

They didn't talk when they got home. Mika "locked" herself in the bathroom and proceeded to change for bed. Brushing her hair, her mind drifted and next thing see knew she was gently massaging her left breast with the palm of her left hand. The nipple responded to the stimulation and became hard and sensitive and she then stroked the right breast until the nipple was also erect and the breast felt full and feminine. She placed the brush on the vanity and lifted off the black teddy negligée. Standing naked, looking in the mirror she continued to caress her breasts but now extended the tingling touch to all over her stomach, shoulders and arms. She was now very stimulated and worked up but she didn't crave sex with Jack. It was an unusual feeling, she felt aroused but satisfied. Next she started apply a moisturiser to her legs. Working from the feet up she was massaging her legs not in a clinical way but in a soothing sensual fashion. That was until she started to rub here inner thighs. Now it was no longer sensual it was frantic. Her moisturiser covered hands rubbed her hairless cunt. Gently at first, she slid her middle finger into her slit and stretched her hand so that her thumb could circle around her puckering anus. The stimulation was too much and she slowly sank to the bathroom floor barely removing her finger or thumb. Now see started to earnestly work her digits in and out of her holes. Her breathing became inconsistent and loud and it wasn't long until she climaxed with a deep shudder. She lay there satisfied.

Jack couldn't understand what was taking Mika so long. Normally, when she was in the mood, she didn't waste time. But tonight she had been in the bathroom for more than 5 minutes. He listened at the door and was stunned to hear Mika in the middle of her climax uttering a range of obscenities between her gasps of breath. He'd never heard or seen her masturbate before. This was out of character.

It had been three days since that eventful night when Mika had given herself so much pleasure. She and Jack had made love since then but without passion.

Today was a sunny Saturday. Jack was at work, as always, and she was at lost end. She took herself down to the Tennis Club planning to use the Gym and have a swim. The Gym was not crowded. Two men were pushing weights and there was an attractive blonde girl on the walking machine. Mika did a quick circuit paying little attention to those around her until she entered the pool. No one was using the lap pool as she slid into it, however, in the plunge pool, the blonde girl from the Gym was wrapped around a dark haired man with well-defined muscles. And they were well and truly wrapped starting with their mouths and tongues as they kissed passionately. Mika could now see the man more clearly and could she it was Paul, the local real estate agent, who had a reputation as a "ladies man." Paul was tall lithe but well muscled The blonde was obviously also tall but in contrast she had long hair and was well endowed in the chest. Paul had now worked his fingers under the blonde's swimsuit and was fondling her tits. Mika was fascinated and could not stop staring.

The amorous couple stopped their kissing and looked at Mika who was nearly in a trance, she sensed they were looking at her and she rushed of to the change rooms. She entered the showers and absentmindedly she soaped her body paying particular attention to her ample breasts and ever increasing nipples. Next she worked her right hand down between her legs and slowly started to massage her clit. Pleasure welled up in her body and she started to shake. In this physical frenzy, she didn't realise that the blonde had opened the unlocked door to her shower and was feasting on Mika's performance.

The blonde, whose name was Carla, didn't know what to do. But she did know she needed to touch these Asian breasts. "Do you need a hand?" asked Carla.

Mika's trance was broken and she let out a soft scream of embarrassment. Her hands ceased their sexual attack on her body and instinctively they took up positions trying, in vain, to cover herself. "No No" said Mika "I'm OK."

Carla didn't even wait or listen for a response. Her hands reached out and brushed away the arm "protecting" Mika's breasts and cupped both. She gentle rubbed the breasts that still had some residual soap on them which allowed her hands to gracefully slide on the skin. As soap washed off, the water did not prevent a small amount of friction to develop. Carla concentrated her attention on Mika's nipples that by now were hard and providing her with great pleasure. Sliding next to Mika, Carla managed to wedge Mika's side in between her own breasts so that her hairy pussy could be ground into Mika's hip. She rubbed herself up and down on Mika's body stimulating her own nipples, breasts and also tempting her own pussy. At the same time she was kissing Mika's neck, continually fondling her tits and had also moved her right hand to the hairless region between Mika's thighs.

Carla's move on Mika was too quick for her to object and now the pleasure was too strong for her to resist. Only once before had she been with a women. It was not great that time but now it was just sensational. Carla had her fingers circulating around her inner thighs. Mika spread her legs a little more and she felt Carla spread her lips just a fraction before returning to caress her inner thighs. Carla's fingers darted back to Mika's cunt but only long enough to titillate Mika. She jerked her hips forward hoping to impale Carla's fingers into her cunt but Carla just moved her hands far enough away to avoid contact. This was driving Mika mad. She had to get off. Mika now started to become more the aggressor. She grabbed Carla at the back of her head and forced her mouth onto Mika's right breast. Carla began sucking hard on the nipple and this caused Mika to start to pant and get more worked up. She needed more.

Mika broke the embrace she need to cum but she didn't know how to achieve it with a female. If Jack had been there she would have jumped on his cock until she was gripped with an orgasm. Next she dived down on her knees and made an attack on her new found friends hairy pussy. Carla was ripe and after two minutes on Mika's tongue she collapsed with an intense climax. 

Carla felt great she was on her back looking up through the shower spray at this Asian delight that had just licked and sucked her beyond belief. What a Goddess with big boobs and angelic face. Just then Mika turned and walked out of the shower into the change room.

Mika felt hollow. She had enjoyed the intimate touch of this unnamed blonde who had left her body tingling and highly charged but the real pleasure had not been delivered. She didn't understand but she knew she had to get out of there.

Mika didn't look over her shoulder as she left the club with her clothes only half on and her hair in a real mess. It was only when she was in her car that she looked back to see the Blonde standing next Paul and waving. She didn't acknowledge them and she drove home slowly.

Jack and Mika continued to drift apart. It seemed every little issue took on significant proportions. Jack had become very possessive. He was always trying to keep tabs on her. Where had she been -when did she get home etc. Mika was resigned to just going along with it, as she had done with her husband, but as she lay on her back with Jack pumping his cock into her love hole she felt no love, no lust, no excitement in fact she had no feelings at all. Like a vision, she saw the inside of a modest apartment a place for her where she could do as she pleased. Jack grunted for the final thrust as he dumped his semen into her body. She knew this would be the last grunt she would hear from this man in this bed.

Mika started to find the apartment she dreamed about. When she could, she visited real estate agents and inspected many properties but they were either too small or too expensive. Then fate intervened.

The new agency she approached was in the better part of town. At first she thought it would a waste of time but then she saw Paul waving at her through the window. She entered hesitantly and was surprised at his friendly and familiar greeting. "Hi its. Mika isn't it? he asked. "Yes" she answered in a quite voice. "How can I help you?" Paul inquired. "I'm in the market to rent an apartment," she said in a confident voice. "Great come into my office and I will show you what we have available."

They looked through a catalogue of some 30 apartments and choose 3 to visit. Paul escorted Mika to his car and they set off. The first apartment was some distance away and this enabled Paul to ask a few probing questions about Mika's personal life and he even touched on the day at the Tennis Club. This made Mika nervous and she adjusted her position in the comfortable leather seat by sliding to a more upright position. Instead of making her more impervious to Paul's conversation and leery looks it only caused her jeans miniskirt split up the middle to ride up her legs and reveal more of her thighs and just part of her white colored see-through G-string. Paul approached a corner and moved his hand to the gear stick. After changing the gear his hand brushed along the side her thigh. "Sorry " he said in a voice that was full of insincerity.

They arrived at the apartment that was on the second story with views over coastline. It was just what Mika wanted. She asked Paul how much was the rent. He smiled and said, " I know this landlord is very flexible and is very keen to get the right tenant to suit his circumstances." Mika looked puzzled "What do you mean? She asked pouting her lips a little.

This half smile was all that Paul needed he had to have this beauty.

Paul moved forward and placed his hands on Mika's waist. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I own this apartment and its yours if you pay me in kind."

He removed one hand from her waist and traced a finger from the waist up her white tank top until it reached the quite low cut cleavage area. With one finger he pulled it down to reveal a strapless half-cup white bra that thrusts her tits into view. Then he moved both hands to her shoulders and pulled her to him. He roughly pulled the tank top off her shoulders and started to kiss her on the neck and shoulders. His attention moved to her face where he rained kisses on her face before kissing her on the lips. Up till now Mika had been a passive player. With Paul's tongue darting in and around her mouth she could remain passive and unimpressed or she could respond.

For a moment Paul thought he had misread Mika. She was like a blowup doll; there was no response. But then Mika responded, slowly at first.

Mika was enjoying the kissing. It was the first time for a few months that she actually felt a stirring in her gut and between her legs, Her nipples were hardening as she pressed her body against Paul. Paul returned to kissing Mika on the ears, neck and shoulders, and he eased his hand up the centre of her split dress to start rubbing her throng covered hairless cunt 

"Ohhh.." Mika groaned as she reached down and started to rub Paul's hardening cock.

Paul spun Mika around and led her into the bedroom. Roughly her threw her onto the bed and proceeded tolift her skirt up to her waist. Mika removed her tank top and bra as Paul pulled her throng aside and started to tongue her madly. Mika started to run like a tap and Paul lapped up her juices as he sucked and nibbled her clit. It was too much for Mika as she shuddered to her first orgasm. This inspired Paul and he pulled away, removed his clothes and plunged his large cock into her. Mika screamed; she had not seen his size before he thrust into her and she lost her breath. Paul pounded up for ten minutes and she had several more orgasms. Paul continued with no sign of cuming. Then to Mika's surprise Paul flipped her onto her stomach. He pushed her arse so that she exposed her love hole to him. Mika braced herself for a further pounding. Instead of that, Paul gently rubbed his cock head along from her clit to the end of her vagina. The gentleness contrasted with his previous brutal force and allowed her to savor the intimate feel of his sexual tool on her erogenous zone. But just as he had surprised once, he did it again. After a long guide along her he plunged into her back hole.

"How do you like it up the arse baby" he asked.

Before she could answer he said "I but your old man is going to miss this."

Mika thought of Jack but only for a moment now she could only think of Paul, his cock and his mouth.

Paul abruptly pulled out and rolled Mika onto her back. He pumped his cock and spurted cum all over her face, tits and body. He reached down and kissed her on the lips. It was a passionate kiss of somebody who cared. He stroked face gently and said "that was great."

As he dressed he said "the apartments yours...The rents variably and must be paid when I come to collect it."

Mika lay naked and soiled and uttered a feeble "Thanks Paul. I'll always pay on time."



Mika



But it was my turn to be tender, while taking unequivocal control of my new, beautiful lover.

I turned Mika's body onto her stomach, and placed her arms directly over her head in an "x" position, and also kept her long legs somewhat close together.

And then...

I lifted her gorgeous hair back from the nape of her neck and ran my tongue leisurely around her neck, first one side, then the other, then traced a vertical line right down the middle of it.

I then trailed my tongue down to the tops of her shoulders, and then onto the shoulder blades themselves.

By now, Mika had started to moan slightly, and her slender hips involuntarily rose from the mattress, and I gently eased one finger underneath her torso, first beginning to caress her vulva, cupping it for a bit, and then snaked the finger into her already dripping and needy slit.

The feeling of absolute sexual power was intoxicating, knowing that I had caused Mika's body to surrender willingly and completely, simply from the touch of a well-placed fingertip and the sensation of my talented tongue on her soft, delicious skin.

I ran my tongue down the length of her spine as I continued to massage her humid pussy, oh so tenderly, and my mouth lingered on the tiny teddy-bear tattoo on that ever-sensitive spot on her backbone for minutes and minutes, her body squirming now, seeking desperate relief. But I had assumed total command of what her body would, or would not, be permitted to do.

With my free hand, I deftly parted the cheeks of her heavenly ass and began a tortorously cruel, slow descent with my tongue along her buns, rimming, tonguing, eating, and then flicking my long, wet tongue into her anus, fucking Mika with it, deep, inhaling her musky anal scent, drinking in the unique and forbidden flavor of her tasty asshole, and then, only when I allowed it, I plunged three fingers directly into her gaping cunt and she wailed and exploded onto my fingers, my face and all over the bed.

Then and only then, I flipped her over, placed her legs over my own shoulders, and fucked her into a slab of quivering silly putty, rough, hard, deep, unrelenting, my long, thick cock splitting her apart fully and hitting places so deep inside of her that she never knew they existed.

But now she knows.

It would not be our last time. In fact, it was just the beginning of our many discreet yet licentious carnal adventures. 

I never really did warm up to Mika out of the bedroom (or in any locale where we weren't fucking or sucking), but our sexual chemistry was off-the-charts, each and every time. She was the hottest fuck imaginable, which is an endearing quality that can overcome quite a multitude of personality shortcomings.

Remember, Mika would do anything. Anything.