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Point of View

By: Ashson



Tracy had always been my sister's friend rather than mine. Even after she turned eighteen I still barely realised she was there. This was probably a combination of arrogance on my part, shyness on hers, and that godawful school uniform she had to wear. I'd always assumed she was sort of dumpy under that uniform; memories from when we were little I suppose.

The day that I finally woke up to the fact that she was now a pretty young woman was when my sister had her stay the weekend. Tracy was still wearing loose clothing, but a couple of times I found myself looking at her more closely, trying to imagine what sort of figure she had.

Sunday morning I finally found out. The parent and my sister had gone to church, but unbeknownst to me, Tracy had opted out of church in favour of a lie in. I'd been having a lie in myself, but being a growing lad the pangs of hunger persuaded me to rise and shine. To rise, anyway.

I just tossed on a dressing gown and headed to the bathroom. I already had the gown half off as I walked through the bathroom door and there was Tracy. She was naked and lovely and looking at me with big round eyes and total shock on her face. Don't blame me. She really should have locked the door.

As far as I was concerned, whoever designed the school uniform that had hidden a figure like that should be tried for a crime against humanity. Tracy had big proud breasts, a slender waist and curvaceous hips and legs, all put together the way they should be. To top it off, her hair was loose and tumbling down around her shoulders in a glorious black mass.

My dressing gown naturally continued its descent and then we were both staring at the naked other. I changed from strolling in with a flaccid penis to standing stock still with an erection I thought was going to slap me in the face, the way it leapt to a ready for action state.

I wouldn't normally be embarrassed to be seen naked by a woman. I mean, what boy would? But the suddenness, the sheer unexpectedness, took me aback and I automatically reached for a towel. Tracy had the same idea and our hands met on the towel rack.

I can't explain what happened then. The touch seemed to ignite something between us and I was taking a step towards Tracy and she was taking a step towards me and I could feel her breasts plastered against my chest and there was no way she couldn't feel my erection pressing firmly against her stomach. Possibly it was my imagination but I could swear I felt heat radiating from her pussy.

My hands reached down and around, cupping her bottom and pulling her tighter towards me while at the same time lifting her. Tracy's arms went around my neck and the pressure of my hands low on her cheeks as I pulled her tighter seemed to force her legs to part and slide either side of me.

Then I was lifting her higher and I could feel the length of my cock sliding along her pussy, pressing firmly against her slit, forcing it to part a little. Then Tracy was high enough for my cock to slide deeper between her legs and I stopped lifting. 

A small drop and my cock was pressing against her slit in earnest. Tracy gave a little wriggle and then I was in her and advancing steadily. My hands were now no longer supporting her weight, even though they were still cupping her bottom, and Tracy just seemed to plunge right down onto me, taking me into her as though it was what she'd been waiting for.

We paused like that, but only for a second or so. Then I found myself pressing firmly up into her and relaxing and dropping out slightly. I started to press forward again, but Tracy took matter into her own hands.

With her legs locked around my waist and her arms around my neck, Tracy had manoeuvring room and she used it to her full advantage. By flexing her legs and pulling herself up with her arms at the same time she was able to slide up my cock and down, and in short order she was riding me while I stood there, bouncing up and down in fine style.

Neither of us had made a sound to this point, and apart from gasping with effort I was still silent, whereas Tracy finally found her voice.

She started off giving little squeals that jerked out of her every time she sank down onto me, interspersed with little cries of "oh, god," every time she lifted herself up.

Please don't think I was just standing there letting Tracy do all the work. I was thrusting into her just as hard as I could, every time I felt her start to descend. If she was taking full advantage of me, I have to admit that I was taking just as much advantage of her, and we were dancing our little dance in mutual harmony.

It was all happening awfully fast, and I could hear Tracy's little squeals coming faster and louder as we accelerated, and I could feel my own breathing coming faster as well. That wasn't all that was coming, and it seemed like no time had passed when Tracy started giving voice as her climax started to rush over her.

Next thing Tracy was clinging to me desperately while I was banging into her as hard and as fast as I could, letting my climax loose to meet with hers.

Leaning back against the bathroom wall exhausted, with Tracy still wrapped around me, I was glad we were in the bathroom. Two steps and we were in the shower, with Tracy finally disengaging, and both of us relaxing as the hot water washed over us.

Then Tracy was gone, off to get dressed, while I wended my way back to my own room. Tracy successfully avoided me for the rest of the day, probably not knowing what to say when we did meet. I sure didn't know what to say to her after something like that.

- - -

Colin is the brother of my best friend. I didn't really know him all that well as he tended to avoid me and his sister, but he always seemed a bit full of himself. All boys that age are, I suppose; must be that testosterone running wild in them.

You might say I got to know him a bit better the weekend I stayed over at their house. It seemed to me that he spent most of Saturday just hanging around, trying to look through my clothes. He's quite good looking and can be quite entertaining when he puts his mind to it. He just never had before where I was concerned.

Anyway, he was hanging around and I'll admit to feeling a little flattered. I could feel my nipples crinkle slightly when he cast one of those wondering looks at my breasts, and I'll admit to a little buzz at the bottom of my tummy.

Things change somewhat on Sunday morning. I'd just had a shower and dried myself. I'd no sooner hung up the towel when the bathroom door opened and Colin walked in. My own fault, I know. I should have locked the door. The annoying thing was the timing. A minute earlier and he would have heard the shower and stayed out. A minute later and I'd have had some clothes on. As it was, he walked in and I was starkers. You can imagine how I felt.

Colin just stared at me, at the same time shrugging off his dressing gown so that he was naked, too. His penis was limp when the dressing gown dropped away, but to my shock it just seemed to jerk and grow and swell and after what seemed like ages it was sticking right up in the air, a full blown erection. God it looked big.

We must have both been frozen to the spot for at least a minute, just staring at each other, the only thing moving being Colin's cock, and that was probably of its own accord.

Finally I blinked and grabbed for the towel again, but Colin was too fast. His hand darted out and caught mine before I could touch the towel, and then he was pulling me towards him.

I took an inadvertent step towards him as he tugged on my arm and he took a step towards me, and the next thing I know he's holding me with my breasts squashed against his chest and his cock was rudely poking me in the stomach.

I started to ask him to let me go, but sort of gasped instead. His hands had dropped down onto the cheeks of my bottom and fastened onto them like a couple of mechanical claws. Then he was hoicking me up off my feet and I had to grab him around the neck or fall over backwards.

He dragged me up against his body, forcing my legs to part on either side of him, and then to my horror he was dragging me slowly along the length of his cock. When I say me, I mean my pussy. I could feel that thing pressing between my lips, slowly rubbing them, while at the same time the width of that shaft of his was trying to force them apart.

I breathed a bit easier when he lifted me high enough that his cock popped free and shot between my legs, which was stupid of me, I'll admit. As soon as his cock was positioned between my legs, he started lowering me, and the damn thing was pressing hard against my slit, wanting in.

Naturally enough, at this stage I started to struggle. I mean, who wouldn't? This was another error on my part, as my struggling meant he loosened his hold on my bottom and gravity went into effect. You guessed it. I started to neatly skewer myself on his cock. 

I tried to stop it, honestly. I was hanging around his throat like grim death, but I'm not all that strong. I don't go doing chin ups and things. All my wriggling and trying to hold myself up only prolonged the pain, so to speak. Inch by inch I sank down onto that damned spear of his, and from my point of view, it felt like there were a lot of inches. It seemed to take forever, but eventually I found myself plastered against him, body to body and his damned body inside my body. I tell you, that thing felt absolutely enormous, rammed right up inside me and feeling proud of itself.

We stayed like that for what must have been several minutes. I was just watching him and hoping he'd come to his senses and pull out. Fat chance.

Eventually, Colin decided it was time for him to have fun. I could feel him press firmly into me and the pull back a little. Realising that if I didn't act now I was going to be well and truly fucked, I tried to take action. Using my arms to pull myself up and my legs for leverage I tried to slide myself up and off that cock, and I would have succeeded if Colin hadn't given me this little bump, just as I was about at the top. Next thing I knew I was sliding straight back down again, squealing in fury.

I went a little berserk then, trying to heave myself up and off, while Colin kept stopping me at the last second and thrusting hard up into me, causing all sort of weird feelings. As a side note, I will admit that that man certainly knew how to use his equipment.

Anyway there we were, me screaming at him every time he poked his cock up me, and yelling, "no, god, no," when I pulled up and tried to dismount, while he was laughing and thoroughly enjoying himself.

I couldn't keep it up of course. All those weird feelings were accumulating, not helped by the way my breasts and nipples were being massaged by his hairy chest. I'd finally stopped trying to tell him no, but I was still squealing in earnest as that prick and his prick thoroughly worked me over. 

And it all went on for so long, Colin thrusting and wriggling his cock around inside me, seeming pleased whenever I gave an extra scream. It was ages before I could feel my climax coming and I didn't try to avoid it, just letting it rush over me while I screamed. 

Next thing I really remember was Colin leaning against the bathroom wall, panting, with me sort of collapsed on him, also gasping.

I was about to see if I could push myself away from him, when Colin suddenly grinned, stepped into the shower with me still firmly attached, and turned it on. He promptly found out why people toss cold water on dogs to separate them. If he'd thought to ask, I'd have told him there was no hot water left.

A very fast dry off after that and I was out of there. I just grabbed my clothes and ran to his sister's bedroom naked, and dressed in there. I didn't come out until the others arrived home and I managed to dodge him for the rest of the day.

- - -

It turned out I should have avoided all night as well.

One o'clock in the morning, and I was thirsty. All I wanted was a glass of water. I hopped out of bed and went to the kitchen and got one. Wouldn't you? I drank the water, put down the glass and turned around, and there was Colin, leaning against the doorway and just looking at me. And remembering. I could tell from the look on his face.

I sort of tried to sidle past him, meaning to go to bed. I said goodnight as I passed and walked towards Joan's room. Colin was right there next to me, and when I went to stop at the room I was sharing with Joan he said no, grabbed my arm, and dragged me further down the hall to his room. Then he opened the door, pushed me in and came in behind me, closing the door.

I couldn't scream or anything. I mean, if I did and Joan and her parents came, how could I explain being in Colin's room at this time of the night, and what if he mentioned what had happened in the bathroom?

I stood there, not knowing what to do, flicking little glances at the door, wondering if I could get to it and out before he caught me. He saw me looking and just laughed. 

"It's locked," he told me.

Colin took my arm and dragged me over to stand next to the bed, and all I could do was just stand there as he started undoing the buttons of my pyjama top. He pushed it off my shoulders and jerked it down so I was topless, and then he grabbed my breasts and started playing with them.

"I didn't really get a chance at these this morning," he told me. "Everything happened so fast. I think we should try to take it a bit more slowly this time."

"Fast?" I thought. "It had felt like I'd been in that bathroom for hours while he ravished me." If that was fast, what did he consider slow? Start today and finish tomorrow?"

I didn't actually say that to him. I was too busy gasping and trying to squirm away from his mouth, which was busy chewing on my breasts and sucking my nipples. Not that I could squirm very far, his hand was on my back holding me in place. Colin seemed to enjoy what I was doing, damn him, even letting my squirming move his mouth from one breast to the other. 

By now I was breathing hard, my nipples were standing to attention like good little soldiers and those odd feeling were radiating out of my breasts, encouraging that fire to start up, low in my tummy. I knew what Colin intended to do to me but I couldn't think of any way to stop him.

Colin finally stopped suckling on my breasts and took a step back. He put a thumb inside my pyjama waistband, either side of my hips, and slowly pulled them down. You'd think a boy taking off a girl's pyjamas would have the decency to just pull them down and off, but not Colin. He knelt in front of me and pulled them down slowly, pressing his lips against me and kissing and licking my body, starting at my navel and continuing down to my knees. I could feel his burning through the lace of my panties as he kissed me through them, which made my own internal fire seem to blaze that little bit higher.

He helped me step out of my pyjamas and now I was standing there wearing just this skimpy pair of lace panties, and I knew how long they were going to last. Colin was still kneeling in front of me, looking at my panties, then he looked up at me and told me to take them off.

Why should I have to take them off? He was the one who wanted me naked. I would rather put my pyjamas back on and go to bed, thank you very much.

Reluctantly I pushed them down and stepped out of them. Colin promptly put his hands on my bottom and pulled me closer to him, and then his tongue was darting between my legs and tasting me. Down there. I mean, really, what do you do, what do you say, when a man's chewing on your pussy?

I had to jam my hand into my mouth to stop from screaming in shock and indignation. How could he do that? And what was worse, I was liking it. I was getting excited and wet and that damn fire was burning bright. If that bastard gave me an orgasm without his cock even touching me, I was going to kill him.

Colin stood up again, shrugged his shoulders and that stupid dressing gown of his dropped off. It was the same as in the bathroom with one little difference. He was naked, just the same, but his penis was already at full blown erection stage, so I didn't have to stand there like a gawk as it stretched and flexed its muscles. Mind you, the damn thing seemed to have spent the day exercising. I'll swear it was taller and fatter than it had been earlier.

I was just standing there quivering. He was going to lie me on the bed and take me again, and we both knew it. Colin pushed me back and the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I was sitting. Colin bent over, took my ankles and lifted them up and around, lying me flat and moving my legs apart at the same time.

Climbing up and kneeling between my thighs, Colin started roughly rubbing his cock against my pussy, slapping at my lips and brushing them back and forth. I was nervous and trembling and I so did not want to see this. 

"Turn off the light," I mumbled, but Colin shook his head.

"I want to see you as I enter you," he told me.

So while I watched, Colin edged my lips apart and then pressed his cock between them. He didn't seem satisfied, so he stretched me a bit further, and this time I could see the head of his cock vanish into me. And feel it. Oh, god, could I feel it, barging in where it had no right to be, as if it owned the place. Then he let my lips go and I had the fun of watching them snap closed around Colin's shaft, effectively taking him prisoner.

Some prisoner. I'd trapped a raiding party, and as I watched the rest of the party joined in. This morning, I'd felt his cock moving into me, inch by inch. Now, as well as feeling it, I could actually watch it in live action, slowly creeping into me. I wanted to yell at him to just do it and get it over with, but I bit my tongue and let him have his way. He was going to anyway, no matter what I said.

How long does it take for a man to stick his cock in you? My last boyfriend could put it in in one second flat, stir around and be finished in under two minutes, tops. Come to think of it, that's one of the reasons he's now my ex-boyfriend.

Colin, on the other hand, seemed to want to take a good two minutes just getting in and acquainted, and I spent every second of that two minutes watching him slowly nail me to the bed and feeling him taking over my body and my mind. The further that instrument of torture descended, the less I was able to form a coherent thought. 

Finally Colin was in me, and all I could think was cock, in me, start moving.

I just naturally pressed up against it, not because I wanted to, but because instinct had over-ridden my wants, and my body was doing what it wanted. So as I said, I pressed up against Colin, and he laughed and pressed back down against me.

The morning's little effort had seemed to drag on and on, but I now found it to be lightning fast compared to Colin in action now. He pushed deep and slowly retracted, only to push deep again. And he wouldn't do it fast. My body was twitching, my hips trying to hurry him up, my pussy prepared to bite him if he didn't get a move on, and all he did was this long slow thrust. If I hadn't already lost all sense of logical thinking, this torture would have done it.

Now please remember, Colin had effectively dragged me into his room, stripped me, and pushed me down on the bed so he could ravish me, so you can understand it if I felt a little miffed when he suddenly withdrew. Here I was, completely at his mercy and doing as I was told, like it or not, when he suddenly stops.

I was like, "Hey, what, why. What are you doing?", while my body was reaching for something that was no longer there.

The monster just laughed at me and pushed against my side, lifting at the same time. I found myself flipped over onto my stomach, and Colin was lifting my hips high and pushing my head down at the same time. I was kneeling, bum up, and I could feel Colin moving behind me, and then he was in me again, driving me wild, but from a different position you might say.


Point of View



I was able to adjust easily enough. My body knew just what to so. I was just along for the rise, a reluctant passenger. Colin apparently used the change of position to slow himself down, as I'd been sure he was about ready to explode. Now he seemed to have a new lease of life, and he was demonstrating it on my poor pussy. I'll swear he was trying to wear it out.

Even Colin had to climax at some stage. I knew mine wasn't far off, and I'll admit I was ready for it. I found out when Colin was ready when there was a sharp slap on my bottom and a call of giddy-up. Did he think I was a horse, damn him? I had no choice but to giddy-up as Colin so crudely put it. He was suddenly ramming me as hard and as fast as he could, and his hand was beating time on my bottom, and it was stinging.

I grabbed the pillow, buried my face in it, and screamed into it. At the same time I was shuddering and writhing under Colin, he was gasping and letting loose with his own climax.

Afterwards, Colin just collapsed on his bed, so I took the chance to grab my things and get out. And if that door was locked, it still opened from the inside. I darted into the bathroom for a quick shower, then I was in my pyjamas and in Joan's room and in bed in nothing flat. 

As I lay there, I wondered what in hell I should do if Joan asked me to sleep over again. Accept or decline? If I accepted, I knew what would probably happen, but I'll be damned if I knew what my answer should be. Then I knew nothing more until Joan was shaking me and telling me to wake up.

- - -

It wasn't until night that I ran into Tracy again. I heard someone moving around in the small hours, and it was unusual enough for me to go and check it. One never knows. I slipped on my dressing gown and moved quietly to the kitchen.

It was just Tracy, having a drink of water and wearing floppy pyjamas with a Pink Panther theme. Very cute. I leaned against the doorway, looking at her and remembering.

Tracy turned, saw me, and blushed. She edged past me, muttering goodnight, and I followed her as she headed back to Joan's room. Then she hesitated and looked at me. I smiled, touched her arm and indicated my room was just ahead. Tracy walked slowly next to me, down to my room. Reaching it I open the door, gently touched her back while waving with my other hand to indicate she should precede me.

Entering myself, I snibbed the door as I closed it, not wanting anyone to interrupt us. Tracy was standing next to my bed, looking nervous. As I approached her eyes flicked to the door, but I hastened to reassure her.

"It's locked," I told her, smiling.

I looked at her as she stood next to my bed, chewing on her lip, apparently trying to decide if she was doing the right thing. Not wanting her to change her mind and bolt, I decided that I should start some gentle action.

I flicked open the buttons on her pyjama top, taking my time so that she could stop me if she wanted to. Button by button, her top gaped wider and wider, bringing her breasts into view. With the buttons gone, I eased the top over her shoulders and she let it drop down her arms and off, standing there blushing and topless.

"You have beautiful breasts," I told her, reaching out to cup them. "Everything happened so fast this morning that I didn't really have the chance to worship them the way they deserve."

I started slowly, massaging lightly and teasing her nipples with my thumbs, coaxing them to stand proud. Bending over I kissed each breast, sucking gently on the nipples. With one hand cupped behind her back to help hold her steady, I lavished my attention on Tracy's breasts. It wasn't long before she was twisting from side to side under my administrations, firstly offering one breast and then the other.

I could hear Tracy breathing hard, actually gasping at times as I teased her, but thought that I'd better continue with additional action. Kneeling in front of her, I kissed her on the navel, then I hooked my thumbs over the Pink Panther and started drawing her pyjamas down, while my mouth followed them, trailing little butterfly kisses all the way down to her knees. Tracy hastily shook her feet out of the Pink Panther and stood there proudly, knowing how fantastic she looked in that skimpy lace nothing she was almost wearing.

I tweaked the side of her lace panties and lifted an eyebrow, and Tracy giggled. Before I could take them and edge them down, she had shimmied out of them, her breasts bobbing from side to side as she did so.

Now that Tracy was naked and I was kneeling in front of her, what could I do? I just naturally leaned forward a little and kissed her smoothly shaven pubic mound. This was followed by my mouth pressing against her pussy, with my tongue darting and exploring her, while Tracy seemed to shiver and squeak. 

Looking up at her, Tracy's eyes were wide, and her hand was clamped over her mouth, which explained why only little squeaks were coming from her. Fortunate, as it would be embarrassing to have the parents knocking on the door.

I finally stopped teasing and stood up, shrugging of my dressing gown as I rose. Tracy's eyes dropped immediately to my erection and she gave a small nod, as though saying to herself, I remember you.

I nodded towards the bed behind her, and Tracy edged back until she could feel it against her legs. She sat and looked up at me expectantly. I bent down and lifted her legs, swinging her around to lie on the bed, moving her legs apart to give me room to move between them.

Settling onto the bed myself, positioning myself between her thighs was the work of a moment. Kneeling there I rubbed her pussy lightly, both with my fingers and my erection, letting Tracy feel it moving against her.

Tracy was practically trembling with eagerness at this stage, but she still found time to ask about the light.

"Are you turning the light off?" she wanted to know, and I shook my head.

"I want to see you," I told her. "I want you to see me."

Tracy came a small smile. I, however, was starting to get ready for some serious action. I eased her lips apart, then a bit more, making room for my cock to enter her. As soon as I did this, Tracy's eyes snapped down to where I was touching her, and I could see her holding her breath.

When I placed the head of my cock between her lips and released them, Tracy resumed breathing with a big sigh, and then pressed urgently up against me, wanting the rest of me in her, now.

I wasn't in a hurry, though. We had hurried in the bathroom. Now we had time and no reason not to take it. I pressed firmly into her, but took my own time sinking in. And all the time I was moving into her, Tracy did not take her eyes away from where I was entering her. I didn't even see her blink.

When I was finally fully inside her, Tracy seemed to sigh again. Her eyes switched back to my face, she gave a wicked little smile, and then she heaved herself hard up against me.

I had to laugh, and then I was pressing back against her, and by mutual agreement we started moving, seeming to find a mutually satisfying rhythm almost from the first stroke.

We took our time, long gentle strokes that let the pleasure slowly accumulate, each thrust seeming just a little bit better than the previous one, and they'd felt damned good right from the word go.

We continued this way for as long as I could hold it together, but too soon I found my climax creeping up on me, while I could feel that Tracy, while in a state of high excitement, wasn't ready to climax yet. A small change of plans was required.

I pulled out of Tracy and she almost exploded in a frenzy.

"Hey, what, don't stop. Put that back," she was saying, gabbling as fast as she could.

I couldn't help but laugh. I flipped her over onto her face. Hands on her hips and lifting, and Tracy slipped quickly into the required position, almost panting in her eagerness for things to resume.

Resume they did. Kneeling behind her, I drove fiercely into her, the brief break pushing my climax back a bit and giving me extra endurance. Which I used to bring Tracy up to speed, hammering her long and hard, letting her know that it was time she got ready for me.

Soon I could feel Tracy tightening around me, and her muffled squeals were getting a frantic edge to them. My own climax was fast approaching, so I gave Tracy a sharp little spank on the bottom, to gee her up. Then I was driving harder than ever, each thrust being accompanied by a sharp little spank, which had her squealing with a mixture of excitement and indignation.

Then I was coming and Tracy was burying her head in my pillow and I could hear her muffled screaming, and her internal muscles were clamped around me as her contraction wracked her and me, and all the world was collapsing around us.

I lay back on the bed next to Tracy, and for a few moments she lay there, snuggling against me. Then she was up, grabbing her pyjamas and slipping out of the room, giggling. I hope my dad wasn't in the hall. He'd have a heart attack, seeing her like that. 

I heard the shower come on, and then it was off again. Glancing out the door I saw Tracy slipping back into Joan's room and her bed.

I lay there, wondering how to get Joan to invite her back again. 




Point of View: Hers



Point of View: Hers

This is the second part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read Point of View: His. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental.

"Hello, Kyong? It's me Jane. Are you somewhere where you can talk?"

"Yes, I at home."

"It is 7 AM here. What time is it in Korea? Is this a good time to talk?"

"It midnight here. Good time to talk."

"You said you were finally going to tell me why you didn't marry that rich Japanese guy and why you moved back to Korea."

"Ah, yes. I tell you ... how-you-say? 'the all story'."

"The whole story."

"Yes, yes, that what I mean: whole story. It all happen because I try to keep Bryce from learn about Eric."

"Wait, who is Eric?"

"He is my neighbor when I live in Seattle. He live in apartment down the hall. We used to date a little before I get engaged with Bryce.

"I see, you used to have a relationship with this Eric guy and you didn't want Bryce to know about it."

"Yes. Bryce not know about me with Eric."

"OK, so how close with Eric were you?"

"Not serious. No sex. Just date, but I think Eric in love with me. Is understandable. I beautiful. If it had last longer, he would propose."

"Oh! And would you have married Eric if he had proposed?"

"No. Eric poor man. Drive old car. His family not important in America. He was common people."

"I see ... well ... uh ... never mind. Go on with your story."

"Well, if Bryce learn that man living in same building with me used to date me, maybe Bryce not marry me."

"I see. You thought Bryce might be suspicious that it wasn't really over between you and Eric."

"Yes, yes. Bryce he may be sus ... suspik ... what you say?"

"Suspicious."

"Yes, yes, suspicious."

"After Bryce ask me marry him, Bryce come over to my apartment all time. But Eric, he not hide in his apartment! We see Eric many time in hallway, in parking lot!"

"Well, ... uh ... Eric lived there, right? You can't really expect him to hide in his apartment."

"But this he should do! For me! Should not let Bryce see him."

"Gee, Kyong, don't you think that's a little ... well, never mind, just go on with the story. So you and Bryce saw Eric around the building."

"Yes. And Eric, he say 'hello' to me and call me by name. He say 'hello, Kyong' when Bryce there and can hear him."

"So?"

"So Eric should not do this! He should pretend he not know me!"

"Well ... um ... go on."

"Bryce ask me who is he. First, I say Eric just neighbor. Then I think maybe Bryce and Eric pass in hallway when I not there and talk about me. Maybe Eric tell Bryce we date. Maybe he eggerate."

"You mean exaggerate. I see, you were afraid Eric might claim to have been intimate with you."

"Yes, Yes. But then I get idea. I make Bryce hate Eric. Then Bryce never talk to Eric."

"How did you get Bryce to hate Eric?"

"I tell Bryce, I say that Eric, he is stalling me."

"Stalling?"

"No. Not stalling, stacking."

"Stacking? Eric was stacking you? What do you mean?"

"What is word when man follows woman around spying?"

"Oh. Stalking!"

"Yes, yes, stalking. I tell Bryce 'Eric stalking me'. It work. Bryce hate Eric. Also, I say Eric have imagination, think he have relationship with me. That way, if Eric tell Bryce that he date me, Bryce not believe him."

"Gee, Kyong, maybe you should have just told Bryce the truth and assure him that it was never serious between you and Eric."

"No, no! Bryce be very upset that I date common man. He maybe not marry me then."

"Would Bryce really care that much about the class of a person that you once dated?"

"Yes. Bryce from rich high-class family in Japan, just like my family high-class in Korea."

"I see. So, what happened? Did Bryce find out anyway and cancel the wedding?"

"No. He never find out, but ... other things happen."

"What other things?"

"I tell you what happen. Is all because mailman so stupid. He all the time putting mail in wrong mailbox."

"Um, what does a stupid mailman have to do with—"

"I telling you, Jane!"

"Ok! Ok! Sorry I interrupted. Go ahead."

"One day Bryce at my apartment. Eric come to door. He give me mail. He say mailman put my mail in his box. I try to get him to go away, but suddenly Bryce standing there. Eric say 'how you do' and hold out hand for what you call 'handjerk'."

"Handjerk?"

"Yes. How-you-say? When American meet other American. They grab hands. Lift up down."

"Oh, Handshake."

"Yes, handshake, that what I mean. Eric hold out hand for handshake."

"But Bryce hate Eric. He not handshake. He say 'You stalk Kyong. I not handshake you.'"

"What did Eric say to that?"

"Eric very mad. He punch Bryce."

"He punched him!?"

"Yes. He knock Bryce down with punch. I try to stop him, but he very mad. His face red. His eyes scary. He tie Bryce to radiator. He gag Bryce."

"Oh, my God! Didn't Bryce fight back?"

"He try a little, but Bryce not strong. Eric very strong."

"Oh, my! So, then what happened?"

"Eric pick me up. He carry me to bedroom."

"Oh, Kyong! Did he rape you?"

"No. But he very mad. He ask me why Bryce say he stalk me. I explain to him. I ask him please not tell Bryce we had relation. He agree but he want something in exchange."

"What did he want?"

"He say Bryce not respectful. Bryce needs be punished."

"Punished how?"

"He say we go back to living room where Bryce tied up. He say we have sex like before, but we do it in front of Bryce. He say 'I not tell Bryce about us. So Bryce think I forcing you, but you have sex with me just like before.'"

"Wait, I'm confused. You said you only dated Eric. No sex."

"Umm ... well ... Eric and I did do sex one time."

"I see. So that's why Bryce might not have married you, if he'd known."

"Yes. That why. If Bryce know I have sex with poor common man, he maybe not marry me."

"And Eric wanted to punish Bryce by having sex with you in front of Bryce."

"Yes."

"But wouldn't that cause Bryce to not marry you, too?"

"He maybe not mind so much if he think it not consensing."

"You mean not consensual."

"Yes, not consensual. Eric promise to make it seem like he ordering me, so make it seem like not consensual."

"So what happened? Did you do it in front of Bryce?"

"We go back to living room where Bryce tied up. Then Eric start game. He tell me, 'You take off all clothes! Now!' This is same way our game Emperor and Peasant Girl start. I can't believe he make me do this! My fiancée watching! But I kind of scared and Eric is very commanding person. So I do as he say."

"Wait, what is this Emperor and Peasant Girl game?"

"Is game we played sometimes. He is emperor and I am peasant. I must obey."

"Sometimes? I thought you two only had sex once."

"Well, um. More than once, but just a few times."

"I see, well go on. He ordered you to strip and you did?"

"Yes. I obey, like peasant girl. Bryce watching. It give me face fire."

"Face fire? What do you mean?"

"Is how we say what you call embarrassed. In Asia we say my face on fire. Means I embarrassed."

"I see. I'll have to remember that: 'face on fire.' Then what happened?"

"Then Eric say, 'Now you kowtow!' I kowtow. This also how we play Emperor game. I call him Seonsang-nim. You know this Korean? Means 'honorable master'."

"Why did you call him that? Wasn't he humiliating you?"

"Because is what you call 'habit force'."

"You mean force of habit?"

"Yes, force of habit. You see, I always call him Seonsang-nim when I kowtow to him in Emperor game. Also ..."

"Also what?"

"I not just feel embarrassing. I also feel something else, a little bit."

"What else?"

"Something between legs a little bit. Something good a little bit."

"I see. You felt aroused kowtowing to Eric?"

"Yes. Just like in game."

"I see."

"Then he make me take off his shirt. I take off shirt. I see his chest. Make me feel good a little bit more."

"Really? What was his chest like?"

"Was big wide chest with hair all over it. Those mi-gooks are so hairy. You know this Korean? Mi-gook means 'American'."

"I see. Well our men are hairier than East Asian men."

"Yes. The hairiness kind of what-you-call sexy. He reminded me of bear. When he screw me, his chest just above my face. I would lift up my face and rub it into all that hair and lick it."

"Lick it?"

"Yes. I would lick his hairy chest. I felt like I was being ravished by an animal. In fact, my nickname for him was gom-appa. You know this Korean? Gom-appa means 'daddy bear'."

"Really? [giggle] You called him 'Daddy bear'?"

"Yes. He pick me up naked and carry me room to room. Sometimes like baby. But sometimes he throw me over shoulder and carry me. I like that better. It was sexy when he control and domination me."

"You mean dominated you?"

"Yes. Dominated. Make me very wet. Because he white barbarian and hairy and with broad shoulder make it even better."

"I'm getting the picture. When he made you take off his shirt, you saw his chest and it reminded you of ... your daddy bear games."

"Yes. When I see it, it remind me."

"... of the times you licked it while he made love to you."

"Yes. So when I see his chest it make me feel good between legs again, only little bit more."

"I see. So then what happened?"

"Then we go to couch and he put me on top his lap."

"He made you give him a lap dance?"

"No. Not lap dance. He put me on his lap with ... how-you-say? ... down face."

"Down face? Oh, you mean facedown? Over his lap facedown?"

"Yes. Facedown!"

"Why?"

"Because emperor always spank peasant girl."

"He spanked you?"

"Yes. You have done this, too, yes? You know what feels like?"

"Well ... there was—Wait, never mind me. Let's stick with your story for now."

"He spank me, but he mad so he spank harder than before when we play game. Also, I never do this with other person watching. This time, Bryce see me get spanking on naked bottom. It give me more face fire. It very yoo-mill."

"Yoo-mill? Humiliating?"

"Yes, you-milling, that what I mean."

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Yes, it hurt. Soon hurt make me forget Bryce watching. Not so yoo-milling. I cry. I start doing twist and kicking."

"You poor thing. How long did this go on?"

"Seemed like long time, but after time I start feel good again between legs."

"The spanking turned you on?"

"Yes. But you know how spanking is turn-on big time."

"Yes, I know—I mean, how would I know?—Oh, dammit, we're not going to talk about me. Just tell your story. He was arousing you with a spanking. Then what?"

"He stop every minute. Put his fingers in me. Play with my button. It make me squirm and moan. Bryce can hear me. It very yoo-milling, but I not able to help myself. Then Eric tell me to say this thing after every spank."

"What thing? What did he make you say?"

"He tell me to say 'I wish Bryce could stop you from spanking me'. So I say this after every spank."

"Oh, my, how awful that must have been for Bryce!"

"For Bryce? It awful for me! But I think 'Why not? After all, is true! I do wish Bryce can stop him'."

"Yes, but I sympathize with Bryce, too. It must have been humiliating for him."

"Never mind Bryce! He weakling. He deserve feel bad!"

"Well ... alright, let's go on with the story. What happened next?"

"After spanking, Eric make me take off rest of his clothes. Then we go near Bryce and Eric tell me to give him sucking."

"Had you ever given someone a blow job before?"

"Oh, yes. Not to Bryce because I not need to. He marry me anyway and Bryce never make me feel all weak and all wet like Eric do. But I have sucked off a few other men, only wealthy and high class men. Also, I suck Eric many time. With Eric it was even my idea. One day, we get naked and I see his muscles and his big jaji. You know this Korean? It means—"

"I can guess what it means! Go on."

"Ok. I see his thick jaji and I get urge."

"Urge? To suck it?"

"Yes! So you know what I mean!"

"Now wait. I didn't say—Oh, never mind, just continue with the story."

"Ok. I get urge to suck Eric big jaji. So I kneel and I lick and suck like ... how-you-say? I worm-ship it?"

"You worshipped his prick?"

"Yes, worshipped with mouth. Being kneel down and please a low class white brute got me turned on big time. After that first time, I suck him whenever he want. It was the biggest jaji I ever suck and it took lots of working sucking to make him come; but when he hold me to chest or carry me around like I light like a feather, it made me weak and I do anything he want. We make this part of Emperor game. Emperor make peasant girl kneel and give licking and sucking."

"I'm getting a clearer idea of why you didn't want Bryce and Eric to ever talk. Anyway, when Eric told you to suck him off in front of Bryce, did you do it?"

"Yes. He emperor, so I say 'yes, Gakha' and I start licking. You know this Korean, Gakha? Means like 'your king-esty'."

"You mean your majesty?"

"Yes, your majesty."

"So you never gave Bryce a blow job, and he had to watch you suck Eric like he was an emperor and you were a peasant girl. That poor man!"

"Why he poor man? He get blow job!"

"No, I meant Bryce. I feel sorry for Bryce. But never mind that. Wasn't it even more ... a ... face-on-fire for you?"

"Yes. No one ever watch me give sex before. Now Bryce can watch me sucking Eric. My face on fire big time! But I also feeling more and more gooder between legs."

"Giving the blow job turned you on?"

"I already turned on from spanking and like I tell you before, it make me wet when Eric domination me."

"Yes. You told me. Until now, I didn't quite realize how much. So how did the blow job end? Did he ...?"

"Emperor—I mean, Eric—he stop me sucking before he come. Then he tell me take off all Bryce clothes. So I do this."

"You stripped Bryce? Didn't he fight back?"

"Yes, but he tied up and he weak, so Eric hold him and I take off clothes. Then Eric tell me to spank Bryce. So I do this."

"You spanked Bryce!? I hope you went easy on him."

"No. I mad at Bryce. He weak. He let Eric make me do embarrassing things in front of him. So I spank hard. After a time, he twist and kick. I laugh. Now his turn for face-on-fire! Be spanked in front of Eric."

"You laughed? My, goodness, Kyong, don't you think that's a little ..."

"What?"

"[Sigh] Oh, never mind. What happened next?"

"After spanking, Eric turn Bryce up face."

"Face up."

"Yes, face up. Then Eric tell me to lie down on Bryce with my pussy on Bryce face."

"Why did Eric want you to do that?"

"Because then he fuck me. Like style of dog."

"He fucked you doggy-style while your privates were on Bryce's face?!?!?"

"Yes. He fuck me like that. I already turned on and it feel really good. I rub myself on Bryce's face. Very fast I come."

"Oh, poor—never mind. Good grief did it end then? Was there more?"

"Then Eric do same thing in my back place."

"Back place? ... You mean your asshole? He butt-fucked you?"

"Yes. He do that."

"Have you ever done that before?"

"Yes, but only with Eric. Like I say before, when Eric get me fizzy and wet, I not say 'no' to anything he want. So one day he want to do this."

"How was it?"

"It hurt at first, but he have experience and after a time, it not hurt anymore. In fact, he reach around and play with my button and I come with him pumping my bottom hole."

"You mean being fucked in the ass feels good?"

"'Feel' not right word. It not 'feel' either good or bad. What turn on me was idea of what I was letting him to do me and that I was letting a common person do it. Whenever he fuck my bottom, I pretend that—"

"Wait, you say 'whenever' he fucked your bottom. I thought you and Eric only had sex a few times."

"Um ... Yes. Only a few times, but also a few more times after he teach me about being fucked in bottom."

"[Sigh] Ok. I'm getting the idea. So where were we? You pretended something when he butt-fucked you."

"Yes, whenever he do this, I pretend other high class Korean people watching me submarine to poor white barbarian."

"Submarine? ... er ... oh, submit!"

"Yes, submit. Thinking that other high class people watch me submit make me come very hard."

"I see. So when he butt-fucked you on Bryce's head, did it turn you on?"

"Yes. It really good. I rub myself on Bryce face again and I come."

"Good grief! Well, what happened next?"

"Then Eric tell me put my clothes on Bryce."

"Why did he want Bryce in your clothes?"

"Was part of punishing Bryce I think. Anyway, you will see. I put bra and underwear on Bryce. Then pantyhose. Then black cocktail dress."

"Did Bryce resist this at all?"

"No. Then Eric tell me put on Bryce's clothes. I do this. Then he tell me to get dildo."

"Dildo?!? You have a dildo?"

"Huh? ... uh ... No. Course not. ... I not have dildo."

"Then where did the dildo come from?"

"Come from? ... uh ... it come from ... uh ... Eric bring it with him."

"He brought you your mail and he had a dildo with him?"

"Um ... no ... I meant Bryce bring it with him."

"Bryce brought a dildo to your place?"

"Yes! That it! Bryce bring dildo to my apartment. He want to play games with it. Eric see it in living room and he tell me to get it."

"Wait. You kept a dildo in plain sight in your living room?"

"Bryce only bring that same day!! Why you keep asking about dildo? You want hear story or not?!?"

"Ok, ok. Sorry, go on with the story. He had you put on Bryce's clothes and get the dildo. Then what?"

"Dildo have straps. Eric show me how to put on dildo."

"He had you put it on? He didn't use it on you?"

"No. He not use on me. He have me put on. It poke through Bryce underwear and pants zipper. I look like man. Horny."

"I can picture it. Go on."

"Then Eric tell me fuck Bryce in butt."

"Oh my God! Don't tell me you ..."

"Bryce struggle, but Eric too strong for him. I put cushions under Bryce. Raise his bottom up. Then I pull down pantyhose and panties. Bryce still struggle. Eric tell me to spank Bryce some more. Bryce still struggle. Eric tell me to get paddle."

"Wait, is the paddle also something Bryce brought to your place that day?"

"No! Not real paddle. Is cutting board from kitchen!"

"Ok. Ok! What did Eric do with the paddle?"

"He not do anything. He tell me to paddle Bryce until Bryce submarine."

"Submit."

"Yes, yes, submit. That what I mean."

"And did you ...?"

"Yes. I paddle Bryce hard. Then he submar—I mean, submit."

"But he was gagged, so what did he do to submit?"

"He spread legs and raise bottom up."

"Oh."

"Then I do like Eric say. I fuck Bryce. You get picture?"

"Yes. I'm not sure I want to, but I do."

"Anyway, after a time, Bryce his kochoo get hard."

"Kochoo?"

"Is Korean. Means pepper, but also means prick."

"I thought that's what jaji means."

"Jaji means big prick. Kochoo means little prick."

"Oh."

"Anyway, Eric see Bryce get hard. He say I must fuck Bryce until Bryce come. He untie one arm of Bryce. He say to Bryce you play with self because Kyong fuck you until you come. Bryce play with himself."

"God! I feel so sorry for ... never mind."

"After a time, Bryce enjoying it. He come."

"You really think he was enjoying it?"




Point of View: Hers



"Of course. He come!"

"Yes, but ... well, then what happened?"

"Then it over. Eric leave. I go to my bedroom. I not want to face Bryce. He see me turned on from spanking. He see me suck Eric. He see me come from being fucked by Eric. In bottom also. Too much face-on-fire."

"I can understand that."

"I never see Bryce or Eric again. I not want to marry Bryce anymore. He weakling. I not be able forget he not protect me. I not be able to forget I spank him and paddle him and fuck him in bottom."

"I imagine he won't ever forget it either."

"I not want to see Eric in hallway either. I move in with friend on other side of city. Next day I call mover. Have my things moved to my family in Korea. Then I move back to Korea too."

"Well. Now I understand why. That's an incredible story. How have you been since then?"

"I doing great. In fact, I engaged again."

"Really?"

"Yes. I find perfect man. He big and he spank me like Eric. Not as good as Eric at other things, but he get better. Also he rich."

"[Laughing] Well, if you're happy, then I'm happy." 

Be sure to read the next part, Point of View: Mine, to see how Eric remembers this event.



Point of View: His



This is the first part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental.

Dear Stranger,

We've never met. In fact, I picked you at random from one of those white pages sites on the Internet. You may have already noticed that there's no return address on the envelope. I am writing because I need to unburden myself about something that happened to me two years ago. I can't tell anyone I know about it. You will soon see why. I tried to see a psychiatrist, but I found I couldn't even tell him. Just yesterday I found an online site for people dealing with stress and trauma. It advised that people in my situation write a letter reliving their trauma and send it to some random person they don't know. Just writing a letter and not sending it doesn't work. If the site is to be believed, then as soon as I drop this in the mailbox, I'll start feeling better and if I do this enough times, maybe I'll be able to tell my story out loud to a psychiatrist.

My name is Bryce. At least that's the American first name I've taken. My real name doesn't matter. I am Japanese but I live most of the year in the USA and, as you can tell from this letter, I am fluent in English. I own a company that deals in wholesale gem and jewelry trading between North America and the Far East. It's a good business. I net about half-a-million dollars a year. I have two Mercedes cars — a hard top for the cool months and a convertible for the summer. I replace them both every year — new convertible in the spring and new hardtop in the fall. I live in a woody, gated community in a Seattle suburb. A few times a year I go to Tokyo for a couple of weeks at a time. I have an apartment there on the top floor of a skyscraper. It is in the company's name. I rent a Lexus when I'm there.

It started when an old friend, a Korean woman named Kyong, called me. We'd met at a gathering of Asians in Seattle a few years before. She was a beautiful classical piano player and I took her out a few times to social events when it was important that I be seen with great-looking arm candy to impress business contacts. Since I am a very short person, 5 foot 4 inches, I need every trick to appear manly and powerful to potential clients.

She gave piano lessons to other expatriate Koreans in the Seattle area, but other than that, she had no income. She got money from her family back in Korea. They were in the elite upper class of Korean society. Her father had been high up in the Korean government before his death and she had lots of other relatives in positions of power. The money was enough to enable her to live in a one-bedroom apartment in a Seattle suburb. Whenever we went out, I spent a lot of money on her. Sometimes I'd even give her money in advance to buy a new dress to wear on one of our dates.

It was a worthwhile investment, and not just for the arm-candy. I found that after the first couple of dates, Kyong would provide post-date "services" in proportion to how much I'd spent on her. A brief appearance at a client's company picnic would get me a peck on the cheek at her door; but a $1000 evening at the symphony followed by dinner at Seattle's most expensive restaurant would get me laid. We never did anything more than vanilla sex. She refused to give me oral or anal sex; but, heck, she was gorgeous, and she always had loud explosive orgasms, so I had no complaints.

Anyway, she called me out-of-the-blue one day and wanted to get together. We went out to a movie and dinner and afterward, although I hadn't spent all that much, she invited me in to her place and we had sex. She was unexpectedly affectionate. Then, to my surprise, she wanted to get together again the next day. We did, followed by more sex. For five straight days we went out, followed each time by a night of pleasure at her place. By the end of the week, she was calling me "Bry-kun." She had learned that in Japan women make nicknames for their lovers by putting "kun" after the first part of the lover's first name. I was enjoying it, but puzzled as to why she was suddenly so loving.

Finally, she revealed what she'd been thinking.

"Bry-kun," she cooed in bed the fifth night as we lay in the afterglow of passion, "we are both over 35 and we are not getting any younger. It is time we got married."

At first I was almost offended. That's why she is so affectionate, I thought, she just wants to get married.

But as I thought about it more, I realized that she had a very good point. When I was in my twenties and early-thirties, business contacts had looked at with envy at my single life-style and my beautiful dates. But lately, it was beginning to seem weird that I still wasn't married. At social gatherings, sometimes their wives would ask me this point blank. I know that they were beginning to think I was gay and that my dates were just beards to hide my sexuality. At this point in my life it looked better to be married than single and a beautiful wife like Kyong meant that I'd still have the impressive arm-candy at social events.

"You're right," I said. "Let's do it. Let's get married!"

We worked out the details through the night; where the wedding would be (Korea), how big the diamond on her engagement ring would be (2 carats), where we would live (house in gated community), how much allowance she would get after we married ($8,000 per month), etc.

It was not long after the engagement that I first saw him. She and I were walking down the hall in her apartment complex when he stepped out of an apartment further along the hall from her's and came down the hall in our direction.

He smiled and nodded at her and said "Evening, Kyong," as we passed him in the hall.

"Who was that?" I asked, as soon as we were in her apartment.

"No one!" she said, obviously irritated at something. "It's just a neighbor. He hears me practicing piano sometimes compliments me on my playing, that's all." Except Kyong was still learning English, so she would have said something more like "Is neighbor only. He hear me piano playing. He compliment me. That all."

"Ok, Ok," I said, "just asking."

But she remained irritated and thoughtful for a long while as she puttered about the kitchen while I got online to do some business with my laptop.

Thirty minutes later, she came out of the kitchen to where I was working in her living room, and said "He bother me sometimes. It like harassment almost."

"Who?" I said startled.

"Eric!"

I just looked puzzled at her.

"That neighbor you see!"

"Oh, right," I recovered. "Well, what exactly does he do?"

"Well, he too much friendly. He act like because he compliment me few times, we have relationship. He call me by first name. Also, I think he watch me."

"When?"

"If we are both in the parking lot or pass in the hallway, I think he look at me."

"Well, I don't blame him. You are beautiful," I said smiling and reaching out to grab her around the waist.

"No," she pulled away, "I mean creepy looking."

"Maybe I should have a talk with and tell him to leave you alone," I said, trying to be gallant.

"No!" she almost shouted in panic, "Promise me you don't talk to him ever about me. Then he think even more that he has relationship with me."

"Ok, I promise," I said and we dropped the subject.

I saw him a few more times in the next few weeks, walking to or from his car in the parking lot or to the apartment complex's mailbox kiosk where all the mailboxes were, or just walking down the hallway. I passed him on some of these occasions and if Kyong was with me, he would say "Hello, Kyong" as he passed.

Obviously, he thought he had some kind of friendship with her. The idea was preposterous. He was obviously not in her class. He drove a beat up, ten year old Honda. He never wore a suit and the cuffs of his shirts were worn. He was an eta, a peasant.

After he got used to seeing me around, he began to smile and nod in greeting to me, too, even if Kyong wasn't with me. I would always look away and ignore him.

One day Kyong and I carried a large box into her apartment from the parking lot. It was a stereo system I had just bought for her. When we got it inside we collapsed on the sofa breathing hard and kicked off our shoes, leaving her apartment door open.

"Kyong?" we suddenly heard someone call out. It was the voice of Eric, the creepy neighbor.

She jumped up and ran to the door. The door opened inside and it blocked my view of the doorway itself. I saw her go around it.

"The mailman put some of your mail in my box by mistake again," I heard him say. "I was going to slip it under your door, but your door is open."

"Thanks," she said in reply, and then she added in a whisper, "go! go!"

No doubt she wanted this crazy stalker out of there. At that moment, I came around the open door to join them in the doorway. Kyong was more startled than the creep was to see me there.

"Oh!" he said in surprise, "didn't know you were there. I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Eric." Saying this, he held out his hand to me.

I glared at him and said. "No. I won't shake your hand. You are bothering Kyong. Go away." With that, I folded my arms across my chest and looked away.

In no more than a second, I felt a sharp pain to the side of my face that was towards him, my head bashed against the wall behind me. The room seemed to spin and I fell to the floor. It was another second or two before I realized that he'd slugged me. He must have taken a step forward into the apartment and put all his weight behind it.

The next couple of minutes are kind of a blur for me. I remember hearing the door slam shut. I remember struggling to my feet only to be dropped again with another fist to my head. He wasn't particularly tall for an American man, but he was taller than my 5 foot 4 inches and he was much wider in the shoulders and chest. In retrospect, I didn't have much of a chance. I remember Kyong was pounding her fists futilely on his back telling him to stop. I remember him dragging me to the living room. I started to struggle again at that point, but this only brought a couple more blows and the world got even hazier. He sat on me, pinning me to the floor as Kyong continued to hit his back and plead with him to let me go. I remember him tying my wrists to an old fashioned radiator with my own necktie. I was too dazed and weak by then to put up much resistance.

As my head began to clear, I realized he was walking to the closet dragging Kyong with him by the wrist.

I tried to pull my tie loose from the radiator but the fabric was too thick and strong. I tried to untie it, but my fingers could not reach the knot at my wrists. Then I tried to untie it with my teeth. I was just beginning to make progress when I saw out of the corner of my eye, that he was back from the closet with a scarf in his hands. He pushed Kyong to the floor, pulled off one of her socks and stuffed it in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but he slapped me and I stopped resisting. He wound the scarf around my mouth a few times and tied it tight. I was effectively gagged.

Kyong had quieted down. She was sitting on the floor beside me, breathing hard. She was probably trying to think of a way to get to her mobile phone and call the police.

After a minute in which she and the haku-jin (dirty white person) just looked at each other, saying nothing, he suddenly leaned down, pulled her to her feet, and then slung her over his shoulder. He carried her down the hallway and into the bedroom. She should have screamed at that point and alerted the neighbors, but she was probably too scared.

I was sure he was going to rape my beautiful Kyong and I pulled madly at the radiator but it was hopeless. I even pulled my socks off with my toes, and tried to untie the knots with my toes. But they were too tight.

I heard voices from the bedroom. It sounded like they were arguing. I couldn't make out most of it, but I heard the creep say "What have you been telling him?" at one point.

She's been telling me the truth about your harassment, you baka-shiro (crazy white person), I thought to myself.

After a couple of minutes they came out of the bedroom. To my relief, Kyong was still dressed.

Neither of them looked at me. They stood in the middle of the living room, facing each other a few feet apart. Kyong was looking down humbly. Finally, he spoke.

"Get on with it, Kyong," he ordered harshly, "Strip!"

At this, I began to struggle again, pulling and twisting my bonds. They both glanced over at me but only long enough to see that I had no hope of escape. I tried to call out to Kyong not to do it, to run for the door, but only an incoherent moan got past the gag.

Her head down, Kyong slowly unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and tossed it on the sofa. Then she reached behind her back with both hands and unhooked her bra. Her breasts swung free. With a sigh, her hands went to the snap on her slacks. She opened it and let the slacks drop to her feet. She did nothing more for several seconds and then finally, with an audible sniffle, she pulled down her wispy, lacy, white underpants, kicked them aside and stood before him covering her breasts with one arm and her pubes with her other hand.

I hung my head in shame. There I was, lying on the floor, watching helplessly as my fiancée was forced to strip naked for this white cretin.

"Now, Kyong, kowtow to me," he said quietly.

She dropped to the floor and got into the ancient Asian kowtow position, just as peasants had kowtowed to emperors for centuries: she knelt and then bowed to him, leaning so far forward that her forehead touched the carpet. She stretched her arms out on the carpet in front of her.

I twisted in fury to see my high-class fiancée humbling herself before this peasant; but even as I gave out a muffled howl of outrage, she spoke:

"I am your servant, Seonsang-nim."

I know a little Korean from my travels there and I knew this is a standard Korean phrase meaning "honored master." No doubt she was trying to please him and get him to let down his guard; but this ignorant barbarian haku-jin almost certainly didn't speak Korean, so she was degrading herself for nothing by addressing him so.

"Now, come here, Kyong," he said quietly, "and take off my shirt."

She rose and walked to him, her head bowed humbly, then reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. She pulled it down off his arms and tossed it aside. He was well-built with a wide hairy chest and shoulders and a flat stomach.

Then he took her by the hand and led her over to the sofa. He sat down facing me and pulled her down and over so that she was lying over his lap, face down. She didn't resist, out of fear, no doubt.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand up high and brought it down with a smack on Kyong's bare bottom. She jerked and gasped.

He proceeded to give her a thorough bare-assed spanking. His palm came down again and again flattening first one cheek, then the other. And each spank made me sink deeper in agony. I twisted madly at my bonds, even though I knew there was no point to it. If only I could get free, I would kill the keto-shiro (hairy white creep) with my bare hands.

Before long her buns were visibly pink and she was gasping and moaning in pain. Her hips twisted on his lap and her legs kicked.

From time to time he would pause and finger her privates, chuckling to himself as he did so. Whenever he did this she would squirm and moan with disgust at his touch.

Suddenly two or three minutes into the relentless spanking, he spoke.

"Kyong, do you wish your boyfriend could stop me from spanking you?" he asked, even as he continued to spank.

"[gasp] ... ow ... Y-Yes ... Seonsang-nim ... ouch," she stammered.

"Do you wish he was strong enough and man enough to stop me?"

"Errggh ... Yuh- yes, Seonsang-nim."

"I want you to say that after each spank," he instructed calmly.

Smack! He landed an especially hard one on her blazing bottom.

"Arrgghh! ... I wuh- wish my b-boyfriend was ... [gasp] ... strong enough to st-stop you from spanking me!"

Smack!

"Urrrunnnh ... I wish m-m-my boyfriend ... [sniffle] ... was m-man enough to stop y-you from sp-spanking me!"

You can't imagine what it felt like to hear this. Each time she said it, was like a knife to my heart. Hot tears of shame dripped down my face. I wanted to die. Still he continued.

Smack!

"ERN! ... I wish [sob] my boyfriend ... [gasp] ... could stop you fruh-from spank-uh-ing me!"

Smack!

"Ouch! ... oh, please, Seonsang-nim, ... [gasp] ... no more ... I wish Bryce ... [pant] ... was man enough to ... [huh] ... stop you."

I lay whimpering on floor trying to make noises loud enough to drown out the sound.

Finally, it stopped.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was my gagged moaning and Kyong's breathless whimpers.

"Get up, now, Kyong," he ordered, "and take off my shoes and socks."

She hurriedly obeyed, getting up from his lap and kneeling before him to unlace his shoes and take them off. When he was barefoot, he stood up and gave another command.

"Take off my pants and underwear, Kyong."

From her kneeling position, she reached up to undo his pants and pull them down. He stepped out them and kicked them aside. Then she pulled down his boxers and he kicked those away too.

His penis was flaccid, but I could see that, like the white dicks I'd seen in porno movies, it was notably wider than Asian ones.

"Crawl over, here," he ordered, as he walked over closer to me.

He turned so that his flank was facing me. I could see that his thighs and butt were hard and muscular. Kyong crawled after him and knelt, head down humbly, in front of him. Her face and her butt were both flushed pink.

"Now, Kyong," he continued, "put your hands on my butt and use your mouth to get me hard. And don't rush it, just take it slow."

Aha! I thought to myself. He's made a crucial mistake. Kyong has told me many times she has never given anyone oral sex. Her disgust will overcome her fear and now she will scream for the neighbors rather than give him a blow job. They will come running and we will be freed!

Kyong's head jerked up at his command and she looked him in the eyes, her face turning a deeper shade of red. Her mouth opened.

This is it, I thought, the scream comes now.

"As- as you w-wish, Gakha," she said barely above a whisper.

HUH?!? I was stunned. She was going to go through with it? And she called him Gakha, the Korean word that means "Your Majesty," as if he were an ancient emperor and she was a lowly peasant maid.

She reached up and placed her hands on his buns, then she leaned forward and began to lick the inner side of one thigh, just where it joined his crotch.

"No! No!" I tried to yell, "Don't do it. Just scream! Scream!"

But all that got past my gag was a muffled "ohn ohn dohnit shust eeehm eeehm."

They both ignored me, neither of them even looked in my direction. He looked down at her smiling in pleasure. She kept her eyes open and was intent on her disgusting task. Occasionally, she would look up at him, probably to see if she was angering him. Oh, my poor Kyong. If only she had been braver: she could have screamed and ended the whole nightmare right then.

After thoroughly wetting his crotch on one side, she shifted to the other. Then she began to long licks of the hairy patch above his penis, stopping every few seconds to make spit in her mouth. I felt renewed humiliation at the sight of my inexperienced fiancée forced to slather the hairy crotch of this keto-haku-jin brute.




Point of View: His



She next attended to his balls. She began to lick and mouth them gently. It was enraging, but I knew she was only doing it because he had told her to take it slow and she feared his wrath if she should disobey.

She began to kiss his penis. Starting at the base, she worked down the length of the now nearly erect penis kiss-by-kiss. When she reached the tip, she worked back the underside kissing repeatedly until she got the place where the penis met the balls. Then she returned to licking. She worked up some spit in her mouth and then made a long slow lick along the top from the tip to the base. Then she repeated this for the underside and then for each side of the penis, which was now fully erect. It was longer than mine, but only average for a white man's penis; but it was much thicker than an Asian prick.

Kyong began to kiss and nibble the tip. After a few seconds of this, she opened wider and, looking up at him, she let it slide into her.

I turned my head away. I could not bear to watch as my fiancée's virgin mouth was violated.

She began to suck gently at first, then harder and harder, as if she was trying to suck a thick milk shake through a straw. Audible sucking noises came from her mouth as her cheek muscles visibly contracted around the keto-shiro's fat prick with each suck.

She began to bob her head forward and back, sliding the shaft in her mouth and licking its undersurface. Her bare breasts shook and bounced with each bob.

After a minute of this, he pushed her head away. He had decided he wasn't going to cum in her mouth.

After a minute, he gave his next order.

"Strip him, Kyong."

When I heard this, I balled myself up into a fetal position against the radiator. I tried to tell Kyong to scream, but only low moans got through the gag. He came over, and grabbed one of my ankles. I tried to kick him with the other, but he was able to grab it too, and he pulled me out horizontally.

"Do it, Kyong!" he ordered.

Her hands went to the snap of my pants. I twisted madly and tried to kick, desperately trying to escape this next humiliation. I actually managed to pull one leg free of his grip and turned myself face down. He let go of the other leg, but before I could react I felt a powerful weight on the back of my thighs. I knew he had sat down on my thighs. I was effectively pinned face down and couldn't twist anymore.

"Go ahead, Kyong," he instructed, "reach under him."

I felt her hands slide between my stomach and floor. She was undoing my pants. I tried again to scream, but my voice was weakening and even less sound came out than before.

In less than a minute she had my pants undone and was dragging them down my hips and butt. When they reached my thighs, I felt him get off me after first getting a good grip on my ankles. Kyong dragged them down to my knees and then my ankle. When he let go of one ankle so she could take them off, I tried to kick him, but the only effect was that I kicked the pants off that leg. After a pause, he let go of the other ankle. Kyong must have got a grip on that pant leg before he let go because I felt her immediately pull them off.

For a second time, I curled up like a baby, trying to protect my underwear. He didn't need to pull me horizontal this time: by grabbing the waistband on both sides of me, Kyong was able to pull the thin cotton down my hips.

I turned my head to her and moaned through the gag, trying to get across the message, please, please, don't do this!

But she was too intent in her task to notice. The cotton slipped so easily, I could not squeeze my thighs together tightly enough to prevent her from pulling the shorts down to my knees and then down to my ankles.

I tried kicking madly again, but the underwear kept my legs close together. I was growing weak from my exertions and when I paused for breath, she grabbed the shorts and pulled them off me with one quick yank. I lay there panting and I realized that tears had come again to my eyes while I'd been struggling.

He said something to Kyong. I was breathing so hard, I couldn't hear well. It sounded like he said something about scissors. I turned my head to the side she was on and saw her walk naked toward the kitchen. He bottom was still pink and she rubbed one cheek as she walked. I heard the sound of her bare feet on the kitchen floor and a few seconds later she was back with scissors in her hand. I noticed that her nipples were erect.

She knelt beside me again and began to cut my shirt. With my hands tied together it was the only way to get it off. I didn't bother trying to scream or twist. With my butt and privates already bare, what did it matter if my top half was too?

It took a few minutes, but eventually she had it cut off and as I lay there face down, nude, vulnerable, and terrified of what he might have planned for me, I heard him mutter something to Kyong that I could not make out.

Smack!

All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my right butt cheek. Before I could process what was happening, there was a second blow to the other side.

Smack!

He is spanking me! I thought, and sunk even lower in humiliation. I once again I began to twist and kick in rebellion.

This time he let me go on struggling for a while. He had learned that I would gradually tire. Sure enough, after a minute and a half, I paused, breathing hard through my nose.

I felt strong hands grab my ankles and I was again pulled and held horizontal. The spanking resumed.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

The blows really stung and I jerked involuntarily at each spank although I was too tired to really resist.

Smack!

Smack!

After a few seconds it dawned on me that if two of his hands were holding my ankle and another hand was spanking me, he must have one hand too many. I twisted my head around to look back over my shoulder just in time to see Kyong, kneeling naked beside my hips, bring her hand down hard on my bottom.

Smack!

It wasn't the shiro that was spanking me. It was my Kyong!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

At first I was so shocked I couldn't feel the pain anymore. But the relief did not last long.

Smack!

Smack!

She was spanking me with all her strength. My hips began again to jerk with each blow. I tried to beg her to stop, but all that came through the gag was "Mmmhhhumm! Peeezze ooooppp!"

Smack!

Smack!

She did not let up. She seemed like a woman possessed.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

I felt my eyes watering again and she began scolding me as she spanked.

"You cry baby! You shiekkeh, fucking bastard!"

She was swearing at me in Korean.

"You weakling!"

Smack!

"Why can you not stop him from giving me spank?"

Smack!

"Why you not fight more hard?"

Smack!

Smack!

Although the shiro held my ankles, I twisted and bucked madly as I tried to shake away the pain. I could feel my butt muscles clench and unclench spasmodically.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Finally, she stopped and he let go of my ankles. For a full minute more, my butt continued to jerk and buck spasmodically and I kicked and twisted in pain. I heard Kyong laugh at my humiliating dance and fresh tears filled my eyes, but the pain was so great I was powerless to control my movements.

He let her rest while I slowly calmed and lay there sniffling. After a while he crossed one of my legs over the other and turned me over so I was face up. I winced when my tender bottom touched the carpet, but I was too exhausted to resist.

"Alright, Kyong," he said, "I want you to crawl over to your boyfriend and lay face down on top of his face. But lay down crosswise to him so that your two bodies make a 'T' shape."

I didn't know what he was up to, but I figured that it wasn't going to be good for me, so for a third time I put myself into a fetal position. But, just as before, he pulled my body out perpendicular from the radiator, face up this time, and then sat on my ankles pinning me in place.

"Do it, now, Kyong," he said, "Don't make me impatient."

"Yes, Gakha," she replied meekly.

She then crawled over to my head on hands and knees. Her arms "stepped" over my head and then she lay down over me crosswise, with her pubis directly on my nose. I could barely breathe. Desperate for air, I turned my head to side so that her pubis was on my ear. I was now facing in the direction of her feet instead of the direction of her head, so I could see her thighs above me tapering off to her ankles and feet in the distance. In the last two years I've had often had the thought that the next few minutes would have been easier on me if I'd turned my head the other way, so I would have seen her belly button above me and only her bare breasts mashed on floor in the distance.

As I took a deep breath and realized that I wasn't going to suffocate, I became aware of a familiar smell. It was the smell Kyong's arousal. I realized a second later that her pubis, mashed against my ear and cheek was damp. That's normal, I thought, some women lubricate in response to rough treatment.

The shiro got off my legs. I found that I could kick and twist, but only my lower body moved. Kyong's weight pinned my head in place.

"Spread your legs, Kyong," I heard him say. His voice was barely above a whisper but he sounded very close.

I saw her thighs spread wide and a moment later, his knees appeared one after the other on the carpet between her knees. Then his fat dick appeared just inches from my face as he lay down over her. His fingers appeared and opened her cunt lips, and then he slid the head of his penis into her.

"Uhn ... oh ... ooo," I heard her gasp as he began to push his fat dick into her. I could feel her pubis press down harder on my ear and cheek as he filled it. It took a few shoves, but soon he was into her to the hilt. His balls rested on my cheek and the side of my nose. He waited there for a moment and I couldn't avoid the toxic, painful, humiliating thought that he was stretching her much more than I ever had.

Tears flowed freely from my eyes, now. I had been devastated when she cried out that she wished I was strong enough to save her from being spanked; but what I was feeling now was even worse. My girl, my fiancée was being raped, doggy style, and not only was I forced to witness it, it was literally happening right on my head, inches from my eyes.

He pulled out and I could see his shaft glistening with her juices. Then he plunged in again, faster this time. He continued to saw in and out with increasing speed. With each stroke, his balls would slap against my cheek and nose.

At some point, I became aware that she was making little gasping sounds and moans.

"ohh ... [pant] ... umm ... [gasp] ... nnnnh."

A few seconds more and I noticed that his out-strokes were shaking loose drops of moisture from her pubic hairs onto my cheek.

Her noises became louder and longer.

"mmmm ... [huff] ... ooooo ... [pant] ... uh-uh-uh ... Oh, gom-appa!"

Gom-appa!?!?!? I thought, the –appa suffix in Korean means "daddy." I tried to remember what "gom" meant. It was some kind of wild animal, like wolf or lion. She was calling out for "Daddy lion" or "Daddy wolf." What's going on here? Was she calling out to her father to come rescue her?

After a couple of minutes of vigorous fucking, I felt her hips moving from side to side. This meant that they were sliding on the side of my face, first up toward the top of my head, then back the other way towards my neck. She was rubbing herself, her clitoris, on my head! I was so stunned I actually stopped crying.

Her noises became even louder.

"NNNNUH ... UH-UH ... [gasp] ... MMMMMM so, good! ... [huff] ... NNNUUMMM ... [pant]"

I could no longer hide the truth from myself: she was aroused. She was being fucked to a climax right on my head by a fat-dicked barbarian who spanked her and made her kowtow to him and then give him a long sensuous blow job.

She stopped the side-to-side rubbing on my head and began to grind her hips in a circular motion. I saw her thigh muscles stiffen as she neared a climax and ground down even harder. It actually made my ear ache.

Then I heard his voice.

"Do you like this, Ky-aji?"

Huh? I thought, the suffix –aji in Korean is added to the first syllable of someone's name to form an affectionate nickname, the same way American's add –y or –ie: Jennifer becomes Jenny and Matilda becomes Mattie. And in Korea someone named Kyong would become Ky-aji. But how does this ignorant haku-jin know this Korean term and where does he get off calling Kyong by a lover's nickname? Kyong had been right about him. He really did imagine that he had a relationship with her.

"[pant] ... Yes, gom-appa, yes!" she answered him, "... [gasp] ... I like! ... UMMMMMMM!"

This left no doubt that it was him she was calling gom-appa.

As she reached the edge of climax, he jammed himself in to the hilt and held himself all the way in her. She bucked her hips down on my head rapidly as she let out a long final moan of ecstasy.

She sagged and I heard her let out a long, high-pitched sigh.

He pulled out and I saw that he was still hard and erect ... and slick.

He let her rest for a minute and then spoke again, still whispering.

"Ok, Ky-aji," he said, "reach back and use your love juice to lubricate your anus."

I jerked at the implication of this command. A flicker of hope lit within me again. Kyong had told me many times that she had never done anal and would not do it. Maybe now she would refuse and scream for help.

But the flicker went out almost immediately: I saw one of Kyong's hands come into view and push her fingers into her sopping cunt.

The fingers came and went several times and then I heard her say "I'm ready Gakha."

She had gone back to "Your majesty" from "Daddy something or other."

"Hold your bottom open, Ky-aji," he said gently.

I felt her hips shift position a little on my head and I knew she was pulling her butt cheeks apart.

His dick reappeared as he again mounted her. This time his balls did not touch my face since he was aiming at a target that was higher up.

"Ow! Ooowh!" Kyong whispered as he entered her rear passage.

I began to weep again in anguish. He was taking her last virginity. This should have been mine! Mine! But she had always denied it to me. Now she was holding herself open for her hairy emperor, humbly offering him the little bud of her bottom to be ravished as he wished.

Inch by inch he pushed into her. Each thrust brought gasps and soft grunts from Kyong. When he was in all the way, he paused and I could hear both of them panting.

After a half-a-minute's rest, he slowly pulled out almost to the tip of his prick. Then he pushed in again, faster this time. He continued pumping, gradually increasing speed as her anal muscles gradually relaxed and stretched around him. Before long he was pumping almost as fast as he had when fucking her garden.

After a couple of minutes, I felt Kyong's hips begin to move side-to-side again, fresh fluid dampened the side of my head and I realized, astonished, that she was beginning to enjoy his assault of her nether passage.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of something else, to pretend I was someplace else, but soon she was moaning again and grinding her hips in a circular motion on my head, rubbing her clit against my ear and cheek bone.

"MMMMUH ... OH-OH ... [huff] ... NNNNNN yes! ... [puff] ... MMMUUNNN ... [pant]"

As she came, she again bucked her hips against my head spasmodically as she called out her passion.

"Oh, [pant] ... yes, yes, my [gasp] ... big hairy gom-appa! ... ERRRUUMMMMMM!"

Seconds later, I saw his thighs stiffen as he came, too, emptying himself into her dark cave.

I actually think I passed out for a few seconds from the sheer humiliation of it all because the next thing I remember, they were both off of me, sitting on either side of me, trying to catch their breath.

"Now, Ky-aji, put your panties on him," I heard the shiro say after a minute.

I didn't resist. In fact, I felt a little relieved even though it was humiliating. I had been afraid of what he might do to me, but putting underwear on me, even female underwear, seemed to signal that there would be no more spanking and no assault on my asshole.

Kyong crawled to where she had dropped her panties, brought them back, slipped each of my feet into them, and pulled the flimsy lacy things up all the way up.

"The bra, too," he added.

What is this sick bastard planning, I wondered.

But whatever it was, it didn't seem like it would be physically painful for me and I was tired, so I still didn't resist when Kyong fetched the bra and strapped it around my chest. Because my hands were tied, she couldn't get my arms in the straps, so it was loose, especially since I'm not well built and Kyong is busty.

"Get some pantyhose and your little strapless black dress," he told her next.

How does he know she has a little black dress? I wondered for a moment; but then I realized that almost all women have one and he probably knew that. On the other hand, how did he know it was strapless? He must have seen her in it from his window on one of the occasions she and I went out clubbing. After all, he had been stalking her.

Kyong scampered into the bedroom. I heard a drawer open and then a closet door. In less than a minute she was back with pantyhose and a strapless black short shift. It was one of her sexiest dresses partly because it was so short it showed most of her thighs.

I actually lifted one foot and then the other to help her get the pantyhose on. The more clothes the better, I thought. Since the dress was strapless, she just pulled it up my legs, too.

She zipped it up in back, and there I lay: dressed like a party girl in frilly bra and panties, pantyhose and a minidress. I couldn't suppress another sniffle. Perhaps now he would leave, I hoped, but it was not over.

"Ky-aji," he said next, "put on his clothes."

What kinks is this guy up to? I wondered as Kyong picked up my undershorts and pulled them on. A few seconds later, she had my pants on, too. They fit her pretty well since we are about the same height. She remained topless since, of course, my shirt was all cut up.

The baka-shiro was the only one still naked.

"Now, Ky-aji," he said softly, "get a dildo."

Humpf! I thought, he's going to be disappointed because Kyong doesn't have a dildo. Whatever weirdo, kinky, plans he had, they are ruined now.

"Please," Seonsang-nim, she said, "I don't know what means this word 'dildo'. I not have."

"I think you do," Ky-aji, he replied quietly but firmly. "Your boyfriend is very small and you are a healthy woman. I think you know what a dildo is and I think you have one. Now, if you can't remember where it is, I can give you a long hard spanking to help you remember."

Kyong reflexively stepped back away from him and gave out a little cry of fear as her hands went instinctively to cover her bottom.

"No, no," she pleaded, "I get! I get!"

With that, she practically ran to the end of the room. I noticed that she looked kind of sexy in my pants, but I wondered what she was doing. She reached into a potted plant and pushed her hand right down into the soft dirt. In a moment she pulled up something long wrapped in a freezer bag. She brushed the dirt off her hand and the bag and opened it. From inside she pulled a box about 9 inches long. She walked back to us, opened the box, and dumped its contents on the floor.




Point of View: His



The first thing that came out was a long thick pink dildo.

"What?!?!" I exclaimed through my gag which came out as "wuuuhhh".

When did she get that?!?, I thought, and why does she need it?!?

It rolled close to my face and I could see that most of the manufacturer's name had worn off from frequent handling.

The other thing that came out of the box was a folded up set of straps still bound with the manufacturer's plastic tie. The straps had obviously never been opened.

The shiro picked up the dildo and the straps, unsnapped the plastic tie around the straps, and began to insert the base of the dildo into a plastic holder to which the straps were attached. In a moment, he had the apparatus put together and he handed it to Kyong and told her to put it on.

He's the only one naked, I thought, this kinky baka-shirois going to have Kyong fuck him!

Kyong looked as puzzled as I felt, but she pulled the pants and man's underwear down to knees and tried to put the dildo on. She'd obviously never worn it like this and had some trouble, and he got impatient and put it on her. It stuck out from her crotch like a man's prick. Much bigger than me, I couldn't help but notice.

"Good," he said, "now pull the underwear all the way up and over the dildo, but then pull the dildo through the fly."

She did.

"Now," he continued, "pull up the pants and snap them shut, but leave the zipper open so the dildo is sticking out."

She did as asked and, with the straps now hidden, the pink dildo looked a lot more realistic.

"Ok, Ky-aji, you are now going to fuck your boyfriend."

I gave an involuntary shriek through my gag and, with a new burst of energy, I again balled myself into fetal position. This time also tried to hook my feet under the radiator.

It took him longer to get control of my feet this time because I struggled maniacally, twisting and turning with all my strength.

But eventually he got a hold of my ankles again and pulled me horizontal, face down.

"Kyong!" he command sharply, "get two cushions from the couch and put them under his hips."

"NO! NO!, Kyong, Don't! Please don't!" I tried to scream, but all that came out was indecipherable moans.

Kyong brought the cushions and with a heave of great strength, he stood up and lifted the lower half of my body off the floor entirely. Kyong slipped the cushions under my hips and he dropped me back down.

Now I lay there face down in the little black dress with my hips raised up.

Kyong flipped the hem of the dress up to the small of my back.

I hooked one ankle around the other and squeezed my legs together. It was my only defense against the expected invasion.

Pantyhose, of course, is designed to slip easily and she had no trouble pulling them and the panties down to my ankles. But she could get them no farther. They would not go past my hooked ankles.

"Looks like you are going to have to spank him till he cooperates," the keto gaijin bastard laughed.

SPANK!

Her hand came down hard on my clenched buttocks. My body jerked involuntarily.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

She was spanking as hard as she could and it stung badly.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I gritted my teeth and squeezed my ankles together even tighter. I was determined not to submit.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"Spread legs!" she commanded me, "Spread legs!"

Even through my pain, I wondered how she could do this to me. Why does she not scream for help? I thought, Why does she do everything he asks without a thought about how it affects me?

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

I was beginning to twist and buck involuntarily, trying to shake away the pain.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

By this time I was sniffling and crying as I bucked against the cushions.

"This is taking too long," the shiro said suddenly, "Get a paddle, and bring some spray-on cooking oil too."

My eyes were squeezed tight, but I heard Kyong go to the kitchen and come back.

SMACK!

I felt a sudden burning sting in butt. My head jerked up and I let out a howl that was muffled by the gag. I shook and twisted in pain for several seconds. When I could think straight again, I looked back over my shoulder to see what had caused such pain. 

Kyong was holding a small portable cutting board above her head. It was about 6 inches on each side and had a handle. Just at that moment she brought it down onto my butt again as hard as she could.

SMACK!

Again, I jerked and bucked spasmodically, moaning through my gag. It was the worst pain I'd ever felt. Tears were rolling face in two rivers. I couldn't take anymore. I decided that I would rather be fucked by my girlfriend than endure any more. To signal my surrender, I unhooked my ankles and kicked the pantyhose and panties off of one leg. But she didn't seem to understand that I was giving in.

SMACK!

I jerked and groaned in pain again. I had to make it plain to her that I would submit, but I couldn't talk through the gag. Desperately, I bent my knees and pulled my legs up so that I was kneeling with my legs spread wide and my knees on either side of the cushions, my butt up and open.

Incredibly, she gave me another blow.

SMACK!

What more can I do? I thought as I twisted and bucked in pain again, and then I thought of something.

I arched my back to roll my bottom up even higher and then I reversed this, rolling the butt down. I repeated this rhythmically and the effect was to pump my hips up and down in a fucking, or rather a "being-fucked" motion. Finally, I held myself in the back-arched, butt up, position and mewed through my gag like a kitten asking for milk. It appeared as if I was some kind of anal-nymphomaniac, desperately begging to be fucked.

"OK, Kyong, spray the PAM on the dildo and do it," he ordered.

Hearing the aerosol spray brought home to me the depth of my mortification as I knelt there, submissively waiting to be butt-fucked by my own fiancée while a dominating stranger watched.

I felt Kyong kneel between my spread legs. A moment later I felt her hands at my waist as she leaned her weight on me. Then I felt something poking at my asshole. The dildo began to stretch me open. It hurt and, instinctively, I clenched my sphincter against the invader. But that only made it hurt worse. I felt my teeth clenching on the gag as I tried to endure.

"Push hard, Kyong," the vicious bastard said.

This command was accompanied by two quick smacking sounds and I knew he'd given her a couple of spanks as an incentive.

It was all she needed. I heard her grunt and felt my asshole suddenly stretched open. It hurt like hell and I willed myself to relax my sphincter. In another couple of seconds, the dildo suddenly broke through and surged forward an inch. The pain lessened quite a bit, but this was a mixed blessing since it enabled my mind to refocus on my degrading situation: lying with my well-spanked butt in the air and a dildo up my ass -- a dildo worn by my own fiancée.

For several seconds, no one moved; but then I heard him spank her twice more and she renewed the assault. With two or three hard pushes she was in all the way and I could feel her hip bones resting against my butt and hear her breathing hard. I felt stuffed.

After resting a few seconds, I felt her pull out almost all the way. Then, with a long slow push, she jammed it all the way in again. She repeated the in and out, faster this time. Then again, and again, getting quicker each time. After a minute, she was pumping smoothly and rhythmically. New tears came to my eyes. My sniffles and Kyong's grunts were the only sound in the room.

I am being fucked, I thought, ... by my girlfriend.

You may think that at this point, my degradation had reached bottom, but then something happened that drove it even lower ... I felt myself getting hard. I don't know why it happened. I'm not gay. Perhaps it was the massaging of my prostrate by Kyong's thrusts, or the rhythmic rubbing of my prick against the pillow. Whatever the cause, as I lay there being fucked, my dick got harder and harder. It was poking out between my legs.

It wasn't long before the gaijan noticed.

"You must be doing a great job, Ky-aji," he smirked. "He really seems to be enjoying it."

Kyong paused on an outstroke, which would have let her see my dick below the dildo. She made a sound that seemed to be a mixture of laughter, disgust, and pity. Then she resumed. After another minute she spoke.

"How much longer, Seonsang-nim?" she asked, her voice betraying her fatigue.

"Until he comes," he said.

She got the hint and reached down to stroke my pepper, but it was difficult for her to do this and pump her hips at the same time.

"Stop, Ky-aji," he said, "let him do that."

With that he crawled over to kneel by the radiator and said, "I'm going to untie one of your arms. If you want, you can rip off the gag and scream for help, but when the neighbors come in they'll see you getting fucked by your girlfriend."

I thought about this as he loosened the knot enough to pull my left hand free. (Just as quickly he tightened the knot again, leaving the right fastened to the radiator.) I realized that he was right. At this point, I did not want to be rescued. I did not want anyone to see me like this: dressed like a woman with my pink well-spanked ass in the air, my legs spread wide, and my dick hard as a woman dressed like a man fucks me in the ass.

The gaijan returned to his position behind me and Kyong resumed her pumping.

At first I did nothing. It was difficult to force myself to jack-off in front of these two. But I wanted to get the nightmare over with, so I snaked my free arm between my body and the cushions and began to stroke my stiff prick. As I did so, I heard snorts of laughter from both Kyong and the white bastard. I pushed my face into the carpet, trying to hide it, but I keep up my pumping ... and so did Kyong.

After half-a-minute or so, I realized that my speed had increased as my arousal rose. The gaijan chuckled. After another minute, I was breathing hard and I felt my climax was imminent. I gasped as I came, spurting onto the carpet and then collapsing over the pillows out-of-breath.

Kyong sensed that I had come and she stopped and pulled out of me. She sat down behind me with a thud and I could hear her breathing as hard as I was. For a long time our panting was the only sound in the room.

The quiet was broken by the shiro.

"Well," he said, with a cruel laugh, "my work is done here, so I'll be on my way."

To my surprise, his voice was coming from near the door. I was still hiding my face, but I peeked long enough to realize that he must have been dressing while Kyong fucked me.

He opened the door, and mercifully for what was left of my pride, no one was passing in the hallway to see me. He stepped out and closed the door behind him. Kyong and I were alone again.

She immediately jumped up and, with the dildo still protruding obscenely from her loins, ran to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. I heard it lock. I didn't know it then, but it was the last time I ever saw her.

It took me several minutes to untie myself using my one good hand and my teeth. I stripped off Kyong's dress and bra, and then I realized that she had still been wearing my pants and underwear when she locked herself in her room.

I knocked, but she did not answer. I knocked again. Again no answer. I quietly called out to her. There was still no response. I waited in the living room for a few minutes and tried again. I quietly called her through the door. I could hear her moving in the room, but she did not reply. Finally, I explained to her that I could not go home without my pants and I begged her to give them to me. A moment later, I saw one pant cuff slide under the door. I pulled and yanked and with much effort I was able to pull the pants all the way through the crack under the door.

I still had no shirt, but I was anxious to get away. As I went to open her apartment door, I found that I was shaking. I realized that I was terrified that I might encounter that hairy lunatic again in the hallway. Fortunately, Kyong's apartment was on the ground floor and had a patio door. I snuck out through the patio and cautiously circled the building so I could view the parking lot while hiding at the end of the building. My knees were shaking with fear, but when I saw that his car was gone I calmed down enough to go to my own car and go home.

I never called Kyong. I just couldn't face her. She must have felt the same because she did not try to contact me. When friends asked me where she was, I just said that we had broken up. About three weeks after our nightmare, I heard that she had suddenly moved back to Korea three weeks before. She must have left the day after our mutual humiliation at the hands of that gaijan cretin.

Well, that is my story, stranger. I don't know how you will react to it, but my hope is that, for me, mailing it will be the first step in getting over it.

Sincerely,

Bryce

Be sure to read the next part, Point of View: Hers, to see how Kyong remembers this event. It will be posted about a week after this one.



Point of View: Mine



This is the third part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read "Point of View: His" and "Point of View: Hers." This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental.

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"Eric! You're here after all. Natalie and I were about to give up on you. By the way, the next round is on you."

"Fair enough. Order what you want, friends. Any bottled beer." 

"It has to be bottled? We've been drinking draft."

"Eric is cheap, Natalie. He's famous for it. Watch closely when he opens his wallet. You'll see moths fly out of it."

"I am not cheap. I'm poor. There's a difference."

"Just ignore Rob's teasing, Eric. He teases me too."

"Oh I know that. Rob's teasing me for 15 years, Natalie. I just tease him back. That's why we're still friends."

"Good and by the way, Robert; Eric is poor for all the right reasons." 

"I know. I know. He's the noble doctor working in the ghetto clinic. Seriously, though, Eric, you've done enough for society. It's about time you set up a practice in the suburbs. You can tell your patients to take two aspirin and call you in the morning. Then charge their insurance company $1000."

"Rob has a point, Eric, why don't think of yourself for a change? Have you ever thought of leaving the clinic and setting up a practice where the patients actually pay you?" 

"Have I ever thought about? Not too often, two or three times a day, max. Plus every time the old Honda won't start and every time some junkie breaks into the clinic and demands drugs."

"Then why don't you?"

"Well, working at the free clinic is no way to get rich, that's for sure. I get paid the same as everyone else that works there including the receptionist, the nurses, and the janitor. And, I tell you, Natalie, if there was another doctor ready to take my place there, I'd leave. But there's no one else who will do it and I can't just walk away from those people. They need me." 

"Watch out, Natalie, Eric's setting up for lecture number 23 about the failings of America's health care system. It's a great cure for insomnia."

"Actually, I don't want to think about medicine or my poverty tonight. What were you guys talking about before I got here?"

"Rob was telling me about the last time he was in a physical fight."

"I think I've heard that story. You beat up two marines and a lumberjack, right Rob? Or was it a longshoreman and a couple of Mafia goons? I forget."

"Ha ha. Very funny. It was actually a fight that broke out in a baseball game, and I did knock down two of the other team's guys."

"Oh, that's right. I knew it was two or three of something. Tell me, did the other team's bat boy cry when you knocked him down?" 

"Funny! Funny! You should be a comedian."

"What about you, Eric, when was the last time you had to punch someone?"

"Actually, Natalie, it was only a couple of years ago and it is quite a story. But I'm not sure I should tell it in front of my buddy's girlfriend. There's some sex in it." 

"I'm a big girl, Eric. And now I definitely want to hear it."

"So do I and how come you've never told me about this before?" 

"Well, I feel kind of guilty about it, so I never told anyone before."

"Noble Doctor Eric feels guilty about something? This sounds better and better. We're listening. Spill."

"Ok. Rob, do you remember Kyong — the woman I was seeing for a while a couple of years back? We split just before you met Natalie."

"Kyong?"

"I probably called her Ky-aji."

"Oh, yeah, I remember now. She lived in the same building with you. Very beautiful gal. Chinese." 

"Korean."

"Whatever."

"Well, anyway, we were pretty hot and heavy there for a while. But I ended it, or tried to, because there was no future to the relationship."

"Why not?"

"It was basically just pure lust on both our parts, not love. The sex was great — better than great — but we were incompatible in every other way. Kyong came from a family of bigwigs in Korea, and she was quite a status snob. She would never buy anything unless it was the most famous brand. She followed that rule for clothes, food, appliances, everything. Sometimes I'd make suggestions to help her save money: like, I'd say 'Get this brand of toaster or get this kind of spaghetti. It is cheaper.' But she would say 'No, is for common.', which was her way of saying 'that's for common people'. Whenever she wanted to put down something, she'd say 'Is for common.' When she said this, she'd kind of wave her hand at the thing like she was brushing it away. She was also very materialistic. She told me many times that she would never marry a man as poor as me. She wanted to marry a rich man. And one day she even specified that it had to be an Asian man."

"Wait. She was rejecting you because of your race?"

"Yep. Mostly for my poverty, but partly for my race. That surprised me, too. I know there are people for whom racial discrimination is an everyday occurrence, but it was the first -- only -- time it had ever happened to me. I was stunned at first and then infuriated. That was the first time I tried to break up with her, but I couldn't make it stick."

"Why not?"

"Well, that's where the lust comes in."

"Her's or yours?"

"Both. I'd break it off, but since we lived on the same floor, I'd pass her in the hallway now and then. She'd always say something flirty and she'd start wearing something seductive, like tight sweat pants or hot pants, to walk to the mailboxes at the end of the hallway. I think she dressed that way deliberately in case I was in the hallway at the same time. This would go on for maybe a couple of weeks. I didn't have anyone else in my life at the time, so I would get pretty horny. So one day we'd be passing in the hall, say 'hello', and before I knew it we'd be grabbing each other and we'd run into her apartment or mine and rut like rabbits. Then we'd be together again for a few weeks, until she'd start complaining about how junky my car is or about how I couldn't afford to take her to any place expensive. When her materialism got to be more than I could stand, I'd try to break up with her again. We just kept repeating that cycle for months."

"Aren't you supposed to be telling us about a fight?"

"Patience, my dear Robert, patience."

"Let him talk, Rob."

"Thank you, Natalie. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. Well, one day just after I'd broken up with her for the umpteenth time, I saw her brought home by this Asian guy. They'd obviously just been on a date. They started seeing each other. I never met him, but he had an expensive car and expensive suits, and he was kind of snooty to me if I passed him, so I figured he was just the guy for Kyong. Sure enough, the next time I ran into Kyong in the parking lot, she told me she was engaged to the guy." 

"Were you jealous?"

"Just the opposite, Natalie. I was relieved. I figured she'd stop trying to seduce me and I'd be free of her at last. It almost worked. For a month after her engagement, we had nothing to do with one another except to say 'hello' in the hallway. But then she started in again with the seductive clothes and the flirting. Well, like Rob said, she was beautiful and I was weak, so we had another session of great sex. After it was over, I asked her what the deal was with the flirting and sexy clothes when she was engaged to another man. She was kind of vague, but I got the sense that her fiancé wasn't too hot in bed. We agreed that it would never happen again, but it did. Every couple of weeks, when he wasn't around, we'd go at it. What can I say? I was horny. I'd have felt bad for the guy if he hadn't been so snooty to me."

"Are we getting to the fight soon? Because even though sitting around talking about relationships is one of my favorite things to do, as Natalie will tell you, I'm really looking forward to hearing about the fight."

"He's joking, Eric. He hates talking about relationships."

"I know, Natalie. I've known him longer than you. And yes, Rob, we're getting to the fight. But I should explain first that my neighborhood is a training neighborhood for the U.S. Postal Service. New postmen from around the region are brought here to be trained, so we don't have a regular postman for our building. We get a new trainee every other week. The trainees make a lot of mistakes. So the people in my building frequently find each other's mail in our mailboxes. The boxes are locked, so we can't put the mail in the correct box. For that reason, we have a tradition in the building: when one of us gets another's mail, we slip it under the apartment door of the person it belongs to."

"And then you all get together and beat up the mailman, right?"

"Wrong, Rob."

"Rob, let the man talk." 

"So one day there was a letter for Kyong in my mailbox. On my way back to my apartment I stopped at her door to slip the mail under it. But the door was open, so I knocked instead. Kyong came to the door and I handed her the mail. I was going to be polite and chat for a minute about the weather but she immediately started whispering to me to go. I was just about to leave when the Asian guy comes to the door beside her. So I introduce myself and stick out my hand to, you know, shake hands. And get this, the guy refuses to shake hands with me!"

"Why?"

"He said something like I was harassing Kyong, and then he folds his arms and says he won't shake my hand."

"What did you do?"

"I slugged him. It happened so fast, even I was kind of surprised, but I was never so angry in my life. I don't know why, but the disrespect he was giving me was enraging."

"So how did he react?"

"Actually, my punch knocked him down. I think he was kind of stunned. When he got up again, I slugged him again. I was still angry. I was kind of on autopilot. My anger was in charge. I got this idea in my head that I was going to teach this guy to have a little respect for me. I didn't have money or status or the other things he'd instinctively respect, but I had muscles. The guy was lying on the floor stunned. I shut the door and dragged him over to a radiator and tied him up." 

"You tied him up?!?!?!"

"Could you say that a little louder, Rob, so the people at the other end of the tavern can hear you?"

""Ok. Sorry. But ... well, just go on."

"Yeah, well, I tied him up with his necktie and then I gagged him with a sock and a scarf."

"You gagged him?!?!"

"Ok, the people at the other end heard you that time. Thanks."

"Alright. Sorry, but ... I mean ... really. Isn't that a little ... like ... illegal?"

"No ... I mean ... maybe ... Well, yeah, I guess technically it was."

"Technically?!? TECHNICALLY?!?" 

"Ok, ok, lower your voice. It was illegal! Happy now, Rob?"

"Wait a second, you guys. Time out. Something's puzzling me: where was Kyong while you were beating, tying, and gagging her fiancé?"

"Funny thing, Natalie, she was telling me to stop and kind of pounding her fists on my back, but she was pretty quiet about it and mainly she was just watching."

"Why didn't she call the police or run to a neighbor for help?" 

"Well, the rest of the story might sort of explain that."

"Ok, then, on with the story."

"Well at this point, I regained enough sanity to wonder why the guy had said I was harassing Kyong. So, I hefted her over my shoulder, same as when we were together. She was thrashing around, but she couldn't get away. I carried her into the bedroom, closed the door, and threw her on the bed."

"Eric, please don't tell me you raped her!"

"Of course not, Natalie. After I threw her on the bed, I asked her—"

"Wait a second."

"Yes, Rob?"

"You said you carried her on your shoulder just like when you two were together. What do you mean 'like when you were together'?" 

"Oh. I didn't mention that, did I? She was really into the cave man thing. Whenever we had sex, there was lot of me carrying her around over my shoulder from room to room. She dug it. It was like a form of foreplay for her."

"Weird."

"Actually, Rob, that's a turn-on for a lot of women."

"Really, Natalie?

"Really, Rob." 

"That's been my experience, too, Rob. But anyway, back to the story. After I'm alone with Kyong in the bedroom, I ask her what she's been saying about me to this guy; like, why does he think I've been harassing her? Well, long story short, she had not told him that she and I had continued our affair even after she and the guy have been engaged."

"That's not surprising."

"I agree, Natalie, and it's also not surprising that she wouldn't tell him that we had once had an affair. But here's the thing: she didn't just withhold things from him, she flat out lied. She told him we had never had a relationship."

"It's true that that is a lie, but it's not unreasonable. Would you want a fiancée to know you'd once had an affair with a woman still living on the same floor as you?"

"Ok. Maybe that was an acceptable lie, but she went beyond that. She told me that she had told him that I had been stalking her."

"That was over the line, you gotta admit, Natalie."

"I agree, Rob, that was uncalled for. She didn't have to slander Eric. But continue with the story."

"Well, she had told him that I was one of those crazy people who imagine they have a personal relationship with a celebrity, except I supposedly imagined a relationship with her, and I'd been stalking her."

"Why did she say that about you?

"She told me that she was afraid that he and I would pass in the hallway or parking lot and get to talking when she wasn't around. She was afraid that I'd tell her guy about our affair. So she wanted to make sure he didn't believe me, if that ever happened."

"I get it. So she told him that you imagined you had a relationship with her. If you ever said anything to him about the affair, he'd just figure you were crazy and that you were imagining it." 

"Yep. That was her plan. It was idiotic in a lot of ways. And it was needless: I'd never tell another man that I had once screwed his fiancée. I even made it a point to call her Kyong, not Ky-aji when I passed the two of them in the hall and said 'hello'."

"Ky-aji?"

"Kyong taught me that. It's kind of a Korean lover's nickname. She called me Er-aji. Anyway, like I said, I'd never have told him, but Kyong was pretty cynical about human nature. She figured that all men brag about their conquests."

"So then what happened?"

"Well, I was furious with her. I threatened to tell the guy about her lies, but she begged me not to. Also, I realized that he wouldn't believe me anyway. So, I agreed not to tell him, but I wanted something in return from Kyong: something that would teach them both a lesson. Aww ... this story is getting boring. You two don't want to hear the rest of this."

"YES. WE DO!"

"Well, ok. Long story short, my deal with Kyong was that I wouldn't tell him the truth but in return Kyong would have to reenact with me one of our sex games right in front of him."

"In front of him? Oh, man. That's cold!"

"Agreed, Rob, agreed; but ... well, he shoulda shook my hand."

"So did she agree to this?"

"Yes, Natalie, she did. But only if I pretended that we'd never done it before and that I was forcing her. Funny thing though: she had this glint of excitement in her eye just like when I used to do the caveman thing with her."

"So did you actually go through with it? In front of him?"

"Yep. We did. We went back out to the living room and I ordered Kyong to strip and kowtow to me." 

"Kowtow?"

"Yeah, that's the way people in Asia bowed to—"

"I know what a kowtow is, Eric! I was asking why you ordered her to kowtow."

"Well, that's how the peasant girl game begins." 

"Peasant girl game?"

"That's the game I told Kyong we were going to play. It always begins with the Emperor ordering the peasant girl to strip and kowtow. What happens after that kind of varies, but I'm always the cruel Emperor and she's the beautiful peasant girl who must obey me."

"You two had played this game before, I take it."

"Oh, yeah, Natalie, many times for months. So anyway—" 

"Wait, before you go on ..."

"Yes, Rob?"

"What was the fiancé doing when Kyong was stripping and kowtowing?"

"He struggled a little and kind of moaned through his gag, but I had him trussed up pretty good. So, basically, I just ignored him. Also, when someone as beautiful as Kyong is bowing naked in front of you, it's kind of hard to look away. So, anyway, after she kowtowed, I took her over to the couch and gave her a long over-the-lap spanking. That's part of the peasant girl game, too. The game varies, but sooner or later the Emperor always spanks the daylights out of the peasant girl."

"Does she enjoy this?"

"She sure does, Rob. It would get her hotter than a firecracker. It did hurt, mind you, and she would bawl and kick and twist; but it also turned her on like nothing else."

"So she was a masochist?"

"Could be, Rob, but sometimes I wonder. A masochist is turned on by pain. But for Kyong, maybe most women who are turned on by spanking, sometimes I wonder if it isn't more the humiliation that turns them on, rather than the pain itself; or maybe it's just the fact of being controlled. ... I see you are fidgeting, Natalie, do you want make a point about this?"

"I'm not fidgeting. But I do have a question. Granted when you were alone together she was turned on by a spanking, but in this case, with her fiancé watching, surely she was not ..."

"Oh, but she was. I kept checking with my fingers. If anything, she was hotter than usual. By the end she was moaning, and not just from pain."

"Eric is right, Natalie, you are fidgeting."

"I'm just hot. When did it get so hot in here? Hey waitress, can we get another round of spanks—I mean beers here?"

"So go on with the story."

"Ok, Rob. Well, towards the end of the spanking. I noticed that the guy was not looking at us anymore. His eyes were closed and he had turned his face away."

"Understandable."

"Yes, but I wanted to rub it in; that I was spanking his girl. And I with his hands tied there was no way he could plug his ears, so I ordered her to say something after every spank. I made her say 'I wish my boyfriend was man enough to stop you from spanking me.'" 

"Whoa, man! That is harsh! Eric, my friend, you've got a hard place in you that I've never seen before."

"True that. On both points. I've got a hard place and you've never seen it. But that's because you've never seen me that angry. But keep in mind that his guy was an incredible snob who refused to shake my hand. I felt that putting him in his place was important and it was especially important that I be the one who did it because basically both of them thought of me as a kind of a peasant, an inferior person or 'common' as Kyong would say." 

"So what happened after the spanking?"

"Then I ordered Kyong to take off my clothes. I took her over to near where the guy was lying on the floor and told her to kneel down and give me a blow job."

"Did she?"

"Oh, yes, the peasant girl is always very cooperative after the spanking. But sometimes if the game goes on long enough, she gets feisty and needs a second spanking." 

"Are you ok, Natalie, there's sweat on your forehead just below the hair line."

"I'm fine, Rob. I'm just a little hot like I told you. Come on, Eric, finish the story."

"Ok. Well I stopped the blow job before I climaxed because I had something better in mind. I grabbed his ankles and held him face down. Then I ordered Kyong to strip him, and when she was done I had her spank him."

"You had his fiancée spank him?" 




Point of View: Mine



"Yep. She went at him pretty hard too. I was surprised. After a while she started chewing him out while she spanked him. I hadn't even told her to do that."

"What did she say?"

"Stuff like 'you weakling' and 'why couldn't you stop him from spanking me?'. Stuff like that. It was kind of funny. I finally had to stop her. I wanted her to save her strength." 

"For what?"

"You'll see. At any rate, it was at this point that I was hard as a rock and I needed relief. I grabbed the guy by his ankles and turned him face up again. Then I had Kyong lay across his face so her twat was right on his nose."

"You made him eat her?"

"No, I had something much more humiliating in mind. When I made her lay on his face, I had her lay crosswise so their bodies made a kind of 'T' shape. Then I fucked her from behind."

"Holy crap! You fucked her while her pussy was on his face?"

"Yeah. He'd turned his head, so it was on the side of his face but that was even better really because when she spread her legs I could see his humiliated face just before I entered her."

"This isn't part of the peasant girl game, is it?"

Well, Natalie, there was never a third person in the room when we played the game before, but the Emperor does take the peasant girl from behind. Kyong was just as into it as when we'd done it before. She was grinding her hips on his head and she came. I pulled out while I was still hard and I ordered her to open the backdoor. She did, with both hands. And before you ask, yes taking her in the ass was part of the game, too."

"Did she like that?" 

"She loved it, Natalie. She'd never done it with anyone before me, but one day I'd sort of added it to the daddy bear game." 

"What game is this?"

"My chest hair reminded her of a bear, so she called me this Korean name that means daddy bear. We turned it into a game. One day, daddy bear, was taking her from behind and he — I mean I — switched targets. She wasn't crazy about it at first, but she grew to love it. After that, she'd ask for it often as the climax of one of our games. No pun intended."

"Was she still lying on his head when you butt-fucked her?"

"Yes, and she started grinding against his head again as she came." 

"So his fiancée came twice on the side of his face while another man fucked her. Well, if nothing else you'd done till then had humbled him, that certainly would have done it."

"Uh, yeah, I suppose, Rob, but ..."

"What? Don't tell me there's more?"

"Yeah, I wasn't quite done with them yet. You remember how she cursed him while she was spanking him? Well, I figured she was so angry with him that I didn't really have to stick to any of our games anymore. So you might say I invented a new game for the two of them."

"What was the new game? Did you make him do something gay?"

"No. Well ... sorta ..."

"How can something be 'sort of' gay?"

"Well, first, I ordered Kyong to put her clothes on him."

"You mean like a dress or something?"

"I mean a whole outfit: panties, bra, and this black cocktail dress that Kyong had worn on some of our dates. Let's see, am I leaving something out? ... Oh, yeah, there was pantyhose, too."

"You, know, Eric, I gotta tell ya, given what you'd already put him through, I don't think putting girl clothes on him was that big a deal at that point."

"That's probably what he thought, too; because he didn't resist. But that was just the prelude, so to speak."

"Prelude? Ok, then what?"

"I had her put his clothes on, and then ..." 

"Yeah?"

"Well, Kyong was a healthy woman who really enjoyed sex and since she was still sleeping with me every couple of weeks I knew the guy wasn't satisfying her, so I was pretty sure she had a dildo around somewhere. I told her to go get it."

"And did she have one?"

"Yep. Oh, she denied it a first, but I threatened another spanking and she suddenly remembered she had one and got it. It was hidden in a potted plant."

"Ok. But given that he'd just seen you fuck her close up, I don't think seeing her use the dildo was that big a deal."

"Uh, she didn't use it, Rob; at least not on herself."

"You mean ... oh my God!"

"Yes, Natalie, that's what I mean. I had her use it on him. The dildo turned out to be a strap-on, which was even better for my purposes. I put it on Kyong so it was sticking out from the male underwear and pants she was wearing. Then I ordered her to screw him. This he really resisted."

"Gee, I wonder why!"

"Ok. No surprise, there, Rob. But it did him no good. I got a hold of his legs and lifted him up and had Kyong put couch cushions under his hips."

"Couldn't he just lock his ankles together?"

"That's exactly what he did, Natalie. Kyong threw the skirt over his back and pulled the pantyhose and panties down to his ankles; but, like you say, he just locked his ankles." 

"So he won a battle?"

"Not really. I figured he could be persuaded to cooperate. I had Kyong spank him. That was taking too long so I had her get something to use as a paddle. She got some kind of cutting board thing from the kitchen. It was wood and had a handle. Perfect for the job. Then I had her paddle him."

"Did she go easy on him?"

"No, she was really into it. She really let him have it. He couldn't take much. After a couple of swats, he was bawling like a baby and he spread his legs. But she was like a crazy woman. She just kept paddling him."

"Why?"

"Basically, I think she was just disgusted with him. Anyway, he pulled his knees up wide on either side of the cushion and push his butt way up."

"Like he wanted it."

"Right. Like he wanted it. I finally had to stop her or I think she'd have paddled him all day. I had her grease up with spray oil and screw him. It took all her strength, but she was able to do it. Pretty soon she had a rhythm going."

"I wonder which is worse for a male ego: being fucked up the ass by your own girl or having someone else fuck your girl to orgasm on your head?"

"Interesting question, Rob. It probably varies from one man to another, but I'll tell you this particular guy found it a lot more fun to get fucked by his fiancé."

"Fun? Don't tell me he got hard!"

"Ok, I won't tell you ... but he did!"

"My God, that must have been embarrassing for him."

"I assume so, especially when Kyong saw his hard on and laughed."

"He didn't ... come, did he?"

"Well, I made him jerk off while Kyong fucked him."

"You didn't!" 

"Yep, I did. I untied one of his hands and told them both that she keeps fucking him until he comes. He got the message and started jerking off."

"Wait, why didn't he try to escape when you untied one hand? If I were him, I'd rip off the gag and call for help."

"Would you, Rob? I wonder ... Natalie, do you think if Rob were that guy's situation, he would call for help?"

"No, he wouldn't."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Think about, Rob. You call for help. Neighbors come running. They break in and what do they see?"

"They see a thug forcing a woman to ... Well, actually they wouldn't know she'd been forced. Come to think of it, they wouldn't know that I had been either, or that the other guy was a thug. They might think that ... Ok. I see what you mean."

"That's what I pointed out to him at the time, although I think he would have realized it on his own. Anyway, he started jerking off as she fucked him. They had a pretty good syncopation going and before long it was obvious he was really feeling the pleasure. He came all over her carpet."

"Damn! He must have been totally mortified. What happened then?"

"Then it was over. I put on my clothes and left. I never saw either of them again. The next day a moving truck came and took all Kyong's stuff away."

"Didn't they call the police? I mean, like I said, what you did was kinda illegal, wasn't it?" 

"There was no danger that they would go to the law. For one thing, Kyong's participation was basically consensual. And as for the guy, well, there's no way he would ever admit to anyone what another man had done to his girlfriend while he watched. In fact, he would deny that the whole ever happened." 

"I wonder what happened to them? They must have broken up. I don't think he could have looked her in the eye ever again."

"I'm sure you're right, Natalie. But I felt no guilt over that: their relationship was basically a business deal. They were both vapid, valueless, people who saw other people, including each other, only as tools to get something for themselves. Kyong was with him only for his money and he was with her only for her beauty. In fact, I found myself wishing that I could hear each of them describe the afternoon from their own point of view. I bet that his version would reveal that he never once thought about what Kyong was going through and her version would show that she'd hadn't thought about him. ... You know what?"

"What?"

"He shoulda shook my hand."