2 comments/ 146302 views/ 11 favorites Soo-Jin's Lust Ch. 1 By: boogieman10469 The last five years have been rough on me and that's putting it mildly. With my dad passing, the on-going family squabbles, my divorce, losing my job and getting myself into my current... "situation"... ; it's a wonder that I haven't lost it totally! I guess the best place to start is at the beginning. My name is Lauren Kwan-Wallace. My family calls me Soo-Jin (my given name). My folks are from Korea, but my younger brother, Mark (Chung Ju), and I were born and raised in Baltimore. Since it was already decided by my parents, both Mark and I were sent to school to become lawyers like our father. And up until a few years ago, we all worked together at the small firm my dad started, Kwan & Associates. Not long after I'd passed the bar, my dad was diagnosed with a rare form of throat cancer. He passed away five years ago. That's when just a few of the problems started. In some Asian families, it's customary for the eldest male child to assume the role of patriarch or take over any financial/business dealings. Mark jumped at the opportunity and was more than happy to "take charge" (despite the fact that he is, at best, an average attorney, and, at worst, a fucking idiot)! My mom continued with her role as the "supportive and subservient, Asian female" and backed up every asinine decision he made. Since I am the complete opposite of my mother, Mark and I clashed on more than a few occasions. After two years I'd taken all I could stand of both of them and took a position with an investment bank in New York City. Neither of them has forgiven me for my act of "betrayal and abandonment". I purchased a town house just across the river in Jersey City and joined in with the daily commute of millions of others into Manhattan. Soon after that I met my husband, John Wallace, and we got married a year later (neither mom nor Mark came to the ceremony). I had a nice house, a great job, a good husband, and as long as I didn't call my mom or brother, my life was pretty content. But that didn't last too long... I was initially attracted to John because I thought he was a lot like me: self-assured, confident, maybe even head-strong. But in less than a year I came to realize he was more like my brother: domineering, arrogant and a real prick! A few months later he'd moved back to his old apartment in Manhattan and our lawyers had started the paperwork. Around that time I started engaging in some rather "reckless" behavior. My neighbor, Richard Capretti (Richie), owns an auto repair shop in Brooklyn. He lives with his wife, Maureen, and his 19-year-old son from a previous marriage, Harry. Richie is just a few years younger than me (mid 30s) and almost ten years younger than his wife (mid 40s). The two of them seemed an even worse match than John and I. Richie is a very laid-back, fun-loving, hard working, blue-collar type of man, while Maureen is a constant nag and very uptight housewife. She definitely didn't care for Richie and I becoming friends. And with good reason... Richie and I most definitely had the "hots" for one another. The man is hard to resist: tall, tan, muscular and very well endowed! Although I've never thought of myself as much of a "prize" (5'7", 38DD-28-36, slighty heavy), Richie seemed to desire me too. Maybe it was the whole "Asian-white-interracial" thing, but who cares at this point. I'd always hover nearby at their annual backyard barbeque or whenever he'd check my car. Maureen was never far away, ready to call him to perform some task she needed done "right away" if she thought I was getting too close. Richie and I finally started jumping into each others pants not long after John moved out. It all started when we ran into each other one Saturday afternoon while out shopping. That led to a few drinks at the bar, some light and then heavy flirting, and within an hour we were in a secluded parking lot with his tongue down my throat and his fingers up my cunt in the cargo area of his SUV! I remember that afternoon especially well because it took both of us less than three minutes to cum! Prior to that it had been months since another man had touched me and my dildo just wasn't doing it for me anymore. Maureen had banished Richie to their guest bedroom for committing some infraction. We were both on the verge of bursting that day! Richie and I were 100% sexually compatable. I've always had a very active sex drive and a very vivid and creative imagination. It was truly amazing! I can't describe what it felt like to finally meet someone who instinctually knew what I needed, when I needed it, and how badly I needed it! There wasn't an avenue or desire we didn't explore: bondage, anal, swinging; we tried it all. We were able to maintain our dirty little secret for a little more than a year before someone finally caught us. That "someone" (or rather "someones") was Richie's son Harry (the other "someone" was Maureen's best friend, Francine). We weren't even aware of being caught by either of them until weeks later. Harry is a geek; his life consists of computers, modems and all kinds of electronic gadgets. But Richie adores his son and spoils him rotten, buying him all the gizmos he'd ever want. What Richie didn't know was his son is also a pervert and peeping tom! Harry wired their house with hidden cameras; especially Richie and Maureen's bedroom, and was able to see and record the rare occassions when they had sex. One of those cameras was aimed at my backyard, which is how Harry eventually caught us. (Maureen's friend Francine saw us at a swinger's club. But on the night in question, she was also there with someone other than her own husband, so she decided to keep her "discovery" to herself. Besides that, she doesn't want Maureen to know that she's into that sort of thing!) Everything finally came crashing down just four weeks ago... The surprising bear market hit my company hard. I went in to work that Tuesday morning for the last time. I left that afternoon with a decent severance package and at least a portion of my year end bonus. I wasn't too upset, though. My home and car are paid for, I'd already cashed in a few stocks when the market started to shift, and I still had a modest inheritance from my dad. Finances were the least of my worries. I planned to take at least six months off before I looked for employment. As I drove home from the train station, Richie called me on my mobile phone. He and Maureen had had another major blowout (he wouldn't tell me over what) and he was packing a few things to stay with his brother in Brooklyn. I was disappointed because after the day I'd had a quick fuck in my garage was definitely on my mind. He promised to give me a call once he got settled in. I got home and had dinner, made myself a few cocktails and waited for Richie to call. When he did, we chatted for a while and then had phone sex for an hour. Before I hung up we made plans to get together that weekend. I used my dildo to get myself off again before I finally fell asleep on the couch. The next afternoon I got a phone call from Harry. He told me that it was important that I come over because there was something that his dad had left for me. Maureen was out shopping with Francine. I was reluctant to go over, because I knew that if Richie had said anything to his son about us he would have let me know. I met Harry on the backyard patio like he'd asked me, and he invited me in for the "thing" that he claimed Richie had left for me. He offered me a beer, I accepted, and we sat down in the living room. "I know everything," he announced very smuggly to me. And before I had a chance to react he switched on the TV and VCR with a remote. The picture was a little shaky and fuzzy at first but soon became very focused and clear. Richie and I had gotten careless! There we were in my kitchen; Richie was leaning against the counter with his jeans around his ankles, and I was on my knees in front of him wearing only a white lace thong. That was the first and last time we'd been daring enough to try having sex at my house. We were actually stupid enough to leave the curtains open! Harry had everything on tape: me sucking Richie off, Richie eating me out on the counter, Richie fucking me in the ass on the kitchen table! We sat there in silence and watched the entire tape, which must have been at least 40 minutes. I couldn't look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew he was smirking. Harry and I never said much to each other prior to this. I didn't think I'd given him a reason to dislike or hold a grudge against me, but now I wasn't so sure. "So," he finally said, "looks like you and dad have been havin' fun!" "You haven't told your mother about this have you?" I had to know if this was the reason for Richie leaving so suddenly. "STEP-mother!" he pointed out to me. I knew that the two of them didn't get along too well. "No, I haven't shared this little 'jem' with ol' Mo... it'd be more fun to see that bitch find out on her own!" I let out a small sigh and took a long sip from my beer. I wanted to cause as little trouble for Richie as possible and as long as Maureen was still in the dark it gave me time to work something out with Harry. But I didn't have any idea what he might be after... "How much do you want for the tape?" I asked trying to get to the point. "Money, is definitely NOT the thing I'm interested in," he started. "In order for me to keep this under wraps, I need a much more "appealing" trade off... " "What do you want from me, Harry?" I said trying not to sound impatient (although the kid was beginning to piss me off!). After a long paused and another annoying smirk he finally answered: "I want everything you gave my dad... I want you!" "Wh-what?!" I stammered. I thought he was joking. "Like father, like son," he continued. "I've been watchin' an' jerking off to these tapes for weeks now, and I realize I won't be satisfied until I get a taste of what good ol' dad's been gettin'!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Harry was blackmailing me! I was being blackmailed for sex by a skinny, teenage geek! Oh my god, what had I gotten myself into? And did he say "tapes"? "I'll give you some time to think about it," he said pulling the tape from the VCR. "I'll let you hang on to this if you need some help in makin' up your mind. Just think about the kinda trouble Mo could make if she ever got a copy of this. And if you're thinkin' about snitchin' to my dad... don't!" I took the copy and left. I don't know why but I watched the tape again when I got home. Twice. It made me horny. I masturbated and then spent an hour trying to figure out how and where Harry could have placed the camera. Richie called but I just let the machine pick up. I wasn't sure about Harry's threat, but I didn't know him well enough to call his bluff either. The next morning I found an email from Harry with a laundry list of demands and detailed particulars of what he was expecting me to do. If I wasn't so pissed off at myself for letting this happen, I might have been able to find it all a bit of a turn on. An hour or so later I made up my mind: I had fucked my way into this mess, so I was obviously going to have to fuck my way out of it! I sent Harry a one-word reply: OK. We waited for Maureen to drive off on another one of her shopping binges with Francine. I met Harry at their kitchen door wearing a trenchcoat and a bag that held the other items he'd requested. He led me to the den. Neither of us said a word. He blindfolded me with a silk scarf from my bag and removed my coat. I stood there wearing only a pair of hi-heeled pumps and the same white-laced thong that he'd video taped me in before. Despite being annoyed I was now also very turned on. The familiar tingle between my legs had started when I walked through the door. I could hear Harry walking around me, inspecting his new "prize". I was certain that he was probably video taping me as well. The anticipation was actually giving me a real rush. My nipples started to stiffen and small beads of sweat appeared on my neck and back. Harry let his hand brush lightly against my left thigh and trail across my ass. I couldn't help but gasp and my knees went a little weak. As much as I hate to admit it I was so horny I would have fucked the pope! And Harry knew it! He left me standing there again for a few minutes more and then I felt his hands on my shouders pushing me down onto my knees. I was literally slapped in the forehead by his cock. It was fully erect, and when I took it in my hands was almost as long and thick as his dad's cock. I wasted no time wrapping my lips around the head, as he grabbed my hair with his left hand and guided my head back and forth. I assumed (and correctly so) that he still held the video camera in his other hand. I sucked that kid's cock for at least five minutes before he made a low grunting sound. That's all the warning I got before he shot his load down my throat. Warm cum spilled from the sides of my mouth. He held my head in place until he was done. I swallowed as much as could. I usually wouldn't let a man cum on my face, let alone in my mouth. But I was determined to give this teenage prick the ride of his life. I licked the excess from my lips and fingers for show, knowing he was probably watching me. "Get up and strip completely. " he ordered me. I stood and removed my shoes and thong, taking my time to bend and spread my legs as much as I could. He led me over to the couch and had me kneel again with my back to him. "Spread your ass. " Harry said. I pressed my face to the back of the couch, took both hands and spread my legs and ass cheeks as far as I could. My anus can open pretty wide, compared to the average person. I'm sure seeing this made Harry's now limp cock spring back to life. It made me that much more wet to think that it was. It didn't take him long before he explored my ass with his fingers and tongue. He started slowly at first, savoring my widely spread butt with his tongue, darting the tip in and out. It sent small tremors up my spine and I moaned softly, raising my hips to give him better access. "Ooooooooohhhhh! Right there... mmmmmmm!" I purred; I couldn't help myself. This encouraged him to go farther and faster. Inserting one finger, and then two. His other hand had found it's way to my cunt (which meant he'd put the camera away), spreading the lips as he fumbled around for my clit. "You like my fingers in your ass, don't you bitch!?" he snarled at me. Harry had just found my other weakness: dirty talk! Having him speak to me that way made me even hotter. I actually drooled a little. I was in heaven. "Ye-yes!" I stammered, trying to catch my breath. "I love your fingers in my ass... in my snatch... please... don't stop!!" He DP fucked me with his fingers at a quick, steady pace. The juices from my snatch and ass lubed his hands adequately enough to slide in and out effortlessly. Sweat poured down my forehead, soaking the blindfold, and also down my back and the crack of my ass. My toes began to curl; that usually meant I was about to cum. And I did... "Ooooohhhh! I'm cumming...! Oh my god... I'm cumming!!" I screamed through clenched teeth. "That's right, you Asian slut-bitch!!" He snapped. "I want you to cum all over my fuckin' fingers! Right fuckin' now!" My ass muscles instinctively tightened over his fingers, and my twat unloaded a steady stream of sticky cum all over his hand. My knees gave way and I collapsed into the cushions of the couch. There was an incredible light show going on behind my eyelids and when it was all over I could have sworn I'd just passed out. This little prick asshole kid had just given me one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. Before I could get my bearings and pull myself together, Harry was ready to go again. He rolled me over onto my back and grabbed my ankles, spreading them wide and high. He easily slipped his stiff, revived cock into my soaking pussy, and began pounding away. I dug my fingers into the couch to maintain my balance. Geek-boy was slamming away like I was his first piece of snatch (maybe I was). It didn't take him long to unload a fresh load of jism into me for the second time today. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah... shiiiittt!!" he screamed, "I'm fuckin' cummin'!!!" He collapsed onto my chest when he was spent. We both took a few seconds to recover. I removed the blindfold and allowed my eyes to adjust to the light. Harry was already up and checking the video camera, which he had placed on a tripod a few feet away. He'd just captured me in another grand performance for his collection. "That wasn't too bad," he smirked at me again. "that was a good start. Next time we'll try something a little different. " "Next time," I thought to myself. But I wasn't too surprised. I had to know that this wouldn't be a one-shot deal, especially since he'd just gotten more video footage. But for some reason, and I still can't figure out why, I wasn't upset or outraged. At least not as much as I thought I should be. Maybe I would get to enjoy this as much as Harry would. I guess time will tell. We made idle small talk while I cleaned myself up. He told me he'd email me when he wanted me again and I left. There was a message from Richie on my answering machine. I rested for a little while and called him later in the evening. We still had plans to get together on the weekend and we did. We booked a hotel suite in Long Island and fucked and sucked each other's brains out until Sunday morning. There was an email from Harry when I got back to my place that evening saying he wanted me to come by on Tuesday afternoon. I'm actually looking forward to it... Soo-Jin's Lust Ch. 2 On Tuesday morning I spoke with Harry to make sure he still wanted me to come by that afternoon. I wanted to also be sure that Maureen wouldn't be around. He told me not to worry about it. It was my mistake to believe him... I was actually looking forward to another "encounter" with the kid. He wasn't his father, but he was an ample substitute. And the idea that I was "keeping it in the family" gave me a rush that I hadn't expected. I walked over to their house around 3 pm. I didn't see Maureen's car in the driveway so I figured that the coast was clear. I wore another outfit of Harry's choosing: "Daisy Duke" cut-off shorts, a tank-top, sweat socks and sneakers; no underwear. I looked like a tacky video-ho! Harry met me at the kitchen door, wearing his usual smart-ass smirk. We chatted and made a few drinks at the bar; a warm-up for what we already knew was coming. He took my coat after my second drink, blindfolded me again, and led me to the den. I was starting to like his little games; the whole "mystery" thing already had my juices flowing! Without saying a word, he motioned me over to a chair to sit. I waited anxiously, listening to him move and shuffle about the room. I assumed he was arranging his camera equipment. After a few minutes he led me to the middle of the floor and had me kneel on a large blanket that was spread out. My nipples were throbbing! I anticipated him pulling out his cock for me to suck. But then I got the shock of my life: there was someone else in the room with us! I smelled a very familiar scent, and it took me a few seconds before I realized what it was: a woman's perfume. That cheap shit that Liz Taylor wears, White Diamonds... OH MY GOD! Maureen wears that stuff; literally bathes in it! I was scared shitless and pissed as hell! This little arrogant prick had just sold me out and told his stepmother! I couldn't move or breathe. Were they in on this together? What were they going to do to me? "OK ladies, we're all gonna have a li'l fun!" Harry announced. "If we all just listen to Harry, I guarantee a good time will be had by all!" Maureen didn't say a word either. I visualized her standing there; looking down at me on my knees, the woman whom she suspected was fucking her husband AND her step-son. I could only imagine what Harry had talked her into doing. But he wasn't planning what I THINK he was planning... WAS HE? Oh my god... HE WAS! "Take off the robe. " He ordered. Since I wasn't wearing one, I assumed he meant Maureen. A few seconds later I heard the sound of clothe falling to the floor, and a few seconds after that the perfume scent got stronger. Harry placed his hand at the back of my head and nudged it forward. My nose crashed directly into the middle of Maureen's thick unshaven bush. "Eat her out!" he snapped at me, still holding my head in place. I had been with a woman before on several occasions, (Richie and I were quite the "tag-team" at the swing clubs) so that really wasn't the problem. I really didn't LIKE this woman, first of all, and the "stench" of that goddamn perfume wasn't helping matters! I was reluctant at first, but Harry kept forcing my face into her crotch. What surprised me most of all was the smell of her wetness. There was no mistaking that scent: Maureen was hot and horny! I started slowly at first, kissing her thighs and nuzzling her hairy bush (my god! Had this woman EVER shaved her snatch?). I stuck my tongue into the folds of her lips, and it came back covered with her sweet nectar. She let out a soft gasp followed by a long deep moan. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm...!" She almost sounded like she was drunk (or drugged). Harry removed his hand and I went on auto-pilot. I figured: what the hell! I was determined to eat this evil-tempered, house-wife bitch like she'd never been eaten before! I imagined all the crap she'd put Richie through; all the nagging, all the pettiness. This was "our" revenge! I forced my tongue deeper into her snatch, grabbing and parting her ass-cheeks with both hands. She clumsily shifted her weight, spreading her thighs and stooping against me. She rested her hands on my shoulders to catch her balance. "Oooooooooohhhh...! Yeah! Oooooooooohhhh...!" she moaned, while grinding against my face. Maureen was really into this! Into me! I couldn't believe it. "That's right, Mo. Fuck her face!" Harry ordered. His voice came from the other side of us. Probably walking around taking shots with his cameras. "Mmmmmm...!" Maureen continued to moan. She was pressing forward into my face, forcing me to rest back on my hands for support. She tightly held the back of my head as she ground her pelvis into my jaw. "You love this bitch eatin' your wet cunt, don't you "mommie-dearest"?" Harry was standing directly behind her now, snarling into her ear. He probably had his hand (or hands) wrapped around her tits, or his fingers in her ass. I wished like hell that I could get rid of this fucking blindfold! "Uugnnnnnnnnhhhhhh...! Oh my gawwwd!" Maureen yelped in her thick Jersey accent. Her voice had gotten almost an octave higher, so I figured she was about to cum. "Oh gawwd, oh gawd, oh gawd!" she screamed as she came in my mouth. I could feel her entire body quivering as she literally collapsed on top of me. I guess Harry grabbed her from behind as fell because her weight suddenly shifted and then she was gone. I took the opportunity to get remove the blindfold. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust as Harry half carried her over to the couch and dropped her. She lay there, completely naked, still quivering from her orgasm. Maureen was also blindfolded. There was a good chance that she had no idea it was me who had just tongue-fucked her. At that moment I had another concern: blackmail or no blackmail, I was ready to rip Harry a new asshole! I stood on slightly cramped knees, grabbed Harry by the wrist and pulled him out of Maureen's earshot. "What the fuck are you trying to pull, you little prick?!" I snarled at him, "Are you fucking insane?!" "Oh, chill the fuck out, babe," he sneered, "we're all just havin' a li'l fun here! No one's gettin' hurt by this, Maureen's got no idea that you're here. Besides, she's so friggin' stoned right now that she doesn't give a fuck anyway!" I guessed right, she was "out of it". But that didn't matter, I still wanted to punch this little fuck's lights out, and I almost did! "How the fuck did you get her into this?" I had to know. He smirked again, as he walked over to one of the two camcorders he had set up to tape the action. He removed the tape and popped it in to the VCR connected to the TV. I could not believe what I was seeing: Maureen on their living room couch, partially dressed, eyes closed, her hands squeezing her 40DD breasts through her sweater. Kneeling in front of her was another man, definitely NOT Richie, his face buried between her outstretched thighs. But wait a minute... that wasn't another "man"... the hair was too long and the nails were polished... it was a woman! And not just any "woman"... HOLY SHIT... that was her friend FRANCINE!! Maureen? And Francine? "Switch-hitters?!" And as luck would have it, Harry, of all people had gotten it all on tape. Did he set the whole thing up or was this just something else he'd stumbled upon? For a brief moment, I greatly admired the kid... the little prick! As I watched another edition of "Harry's greatest blackmail tapes" (getting hornier by the second), he made his way back over the couch where Maureen was still trembling, unzipped his fly, and shoved his cock into her mouth. This kid didn't miss a beat, did he? (With any luck he might make a good lawyer someday!) I stopped the tape and went to stand next to him. His cock had already swollen to it's full 9" length. Maureen hungrily deep-throated him, as she played with her enormous tits. I could only shake my head at him as I proceeded to get undressed. "You're a sly little fucker. " I whispered at him as I resumed my position between Maureen's legs. "Thank you. " he smirked again, "Thank you very much. " Asshole. I soon forgot about Harry's craftiness and continued my "revenge" against his step-mom. I lapped at her still soaking cunt with my tongue and finger-fucked her into a frenzy. Harry continued to ferociously fuck her face. Maureen was our "tool" and we were going to use her in every way we could...!