20 comments/ 51208 views/ 81 favorites White Heat By: little_miss_behaving Disclaimer: There's a lot of tags this story deserves. Mature, reluctance, cuckolding, SPH, impregnation, D/S, the use of "daddy" and, the reason it's filed under interracial raceplay. There's some slurs directed at Asian people here. This is not a sweet story. It's not about love or kindness or respect. It's about domination, humiliation and rough sex. If you want a sweet story where people fall in love based on mutual respect DON'T READ THIS. How hard can that be? But heck, if you do want to stick around just to call me a Self-Hating Asian Whore, well, it'll only get me wet. ***** Obedience. It's a word that gets drummed into you a lot when you grow up in my culture. You're taught to be obedient to your parents, to society, to older relatives and to your boss. Especially for girls. We're taught to be obedient to our older brothers and then our husbands. It's a stereotype about Asian women but there's some truth to it. While I always deep down had some doubts about all of that, I wanted to be a good girl. To please my family. So in many ways I fit the stereotype of a Korean woman. There were other ways, though, that I didn't. Especially my body. I had grown up worried I would be flat chested like my mother but I really hadn't needed to. I'd developed curves early and I'd never really stopped. Even now at 22 I sometimes thought my boobs were still growing. I could stuff my large breasts into a 32DD bra but it was getting tight and I suspected I probably had to go up at least a cup size. I had a smooth flat stomach and narrow waist but I had curve to my hips, enough to give me a round, firm ass. It was the kind of body that got me a lot of attention from a lot of white(and black guys) over the years and, truth was, I was always interested by that attention. Most of my fantasies were about white(or black) guys. But I was a good, obedient daughter. I didn't have time for any boys in high school because I studied so hard and I got into a good college and it was there that I met Jason as part of the Korean Students Association. He was everything my parents would have wanted for me and, at that point, I was so desperate to finally have a boyfriend that even though I wasn't all that attracted to him, I agreed when he asked me out. We dated for a while and soon afterwards it was like Jason was a part of my family. He talked to my father more than I did. Apparently Jason's grandfather and my grandmother were from the same village back in Korea and...well, let's just say that Jason ingratiated himself fully. So when he asked me to marry him over graduation...well, how could I say no? I was an obedient daughter, soon to become an obedient wife. But it was being an obedient wife, and that body of mine, that concerned me as our car whipped down the beach road. "I wish I didn't have to be here," I grumbled, looking down at the way my breasts, big for any frame but massive on my small, 5'2 inch body pushed out my shirt, "It's important for us to be here," Jason said as he drove, responding to my English by speaking in Korean "The company throws this party every year and attendance is important for advancement within." I rolled my eyes. My husband could be such a poser. We were both born in America, raised in America. We both spoke perfect, unaccented English. Hell, I'd never even been to Korea and Jason had only been there a few summers. I mean, sure, I understood it and could speak it reasonably well but why should I? "Well, if you want to fit in with everyone you should probably speak English." I said brattily. "You know what you are?" Jason said, now in English, "You're a banana. Yellow on the outside, white on the inside." I rolled my eyes again. If I were really white on the inside I probably wouldn't have married him. "I just don't like going to the beach." I said. I didn't. I either got unwanted attention because of my figure or I got attention that interested me but I couldn't act on. "There have been layoffs, Victoria," he said, "And while I've had a great year I know that if I want a promotion I really need to make myself known." I frowned again. Jason had been going on and on about this promotion he was supposedly getting. I know he thought it made him sound ambitious but all it did was remind me of two things that bothered me. One, that he'd overextended us by buying a significantly bigger house than we needed("for all of the kids" he'd said, without asking me how many kids I wanted) and that money was tight as a result and two, and related to that, he still didn't want me to work. I'd worked really hard in school to get my degree in accounting but he insisted that, as his wife, I be a homemaker. I'd complained to my parents about that but I'd been harshly rebuked, told that a good wife wouldn't complain. So I just grumbled. "Besides," Jason said, "It's not "the beach", it's a beach club. Mr. Duke spends a lot of money on this place." That was the other thing I hated. That was the real reason I didn't want to go. Jason's boss, Mr. Duke. John Duke. The owner of the company. Truth was, I didn't even really know what the company did. They sold some sort of computer system to people who made aircraft, I think, but I never understood how John Duke got into a line of work that technical. Jason's boss was a huge old man who made my stomach turn. Almost sixty years old with a big nose, fat lips and jowls, he was at least six and a half feet tall and had to weigh almost three hundred pounds. He had white hair and was from Texas and was a real jerk. He never seemed particularly intelligent, just crude. Apparently, though, he was a great salesman and had built his company up from the ground. Jason practically worshiped him. The feeling wasn't mutual. Mr. Duke almost never showed Jason any respect. Chiefly in the form of hitting on me. He did it constantly, crudely, at every work function I'd go to. Jason had worked there two years and at both Christmas parties Mr. Duke would always corner me, a whiskey in his hand and his big fat body stuffed into a Santa suit and ask me "If Santa could come for Christmas" or he'd say that I was "On the Naughty list" and he had a "big present" for me. It was gross. Worst of all, Mr. Duke sometimes did it in front of Jason and my husband would always just sit there smiling. When I would complain to Jason afterwards about it he'd say I should "lighten up" and "learn to appreciate a compliment". Like I said, I tended to have a thing for white guys. But not old, fat, gross white guys. Mr. Duke made my skin crawl. But, still, I was the obedient wife. So I came to the party, I even agreed to put on a bikini top under my shirt because, as Jason said, he might want to "show me off" later. The year before I had waited until Mr. Duke had left the party and Jason, me, a few of his colleagues and their wives or girlfriends had all ended up in one of the club's big hot tubs. It had actually been kind of fun. Eventually we got to the Beach club and got outside. It was a nice day, cool and breezy as opposed to roasting hot and my light skirt and shirt were a good choice, heat wise. We made our way into the club and found that the party was already in full swing. I had to give this to Mr. Duke, he definitely didn't scrimp on the parties he threw for his employees. True, I knew this was at least in part because clients were invited too, Jason introduced me to several of them we walked past on our way in, but it was still impressive. There was an open bar with a bartender making these amazing fruit-based cocktails and an incredible array of shellfish and seafood, as well as a BBQ making hamburgers and hot dogs. The place was packed. "Hey, Vicki," I heard someone say. It was Melissa, the wife of one of Jason's colleagues and someone I'd gotten to know pretty well at this functions. A pretty good friend actually. She was a tall, stylish blonde and someone who was always very easy-going. She'd been one of the people in the hot tub last year. I smiled and gave her the requisite hug. She was already in a bikini top and shorts. Sometimes I envied her. True, I know she might say the same thing about my body but her having small-ish breasts allowed her a sort of freedom with her body I never felt. Or maybe it was just a white girl thing. Soon Jason and I split apart and he found himself talking in a group of clients and other salesmen, something about some big boxing match that had been on or something, whereas me and Melissa grabbed a few drinks and found a couple of the other members of the WAG club. Alicia, a pretty black girl, and Heather, a brunette. As I talked to them, something dawned on me. Something I had never really thought of before. There weren't children around. I knew that made sense, it wasn't a party for children, but as I looked around the room I realized that there was sort of an odd pattern to the gathering. Something that I realized had always been true. Most of the sales staff was young and so, as a result, their wives and girlfriends tended to be young. The clients were mostly older. "Hey, did you guys ever notice that there doesn't seem to be anyone here who's, like, in their 30's?" I asked the girls. "Huh," Melissa said, "That's true. "Sure," Heather said, "That's one of the reasons I think Mr. Duke makes so much money." "How do you mean?" I asked. "Think about it," she said, "If you're in your 30's you probably have a family to support. So making a lot of money is really important. Apparently Mr. Duke only wants to higher younger people for the sales staff so he doesn't have to pay them much but they're always hungry. Then, they move on." "Oh," I said, that made a certain amount of sense, even if it seemed a little heartless. "In fact Kevin has started talking about looking elsewhere," Heather continued, "He's 28 now and has said that Mr. Duke has a reputation within the industry. If he gives a good recommendation it can mean something really good for you at another firm. If he gives you a bad one..." Heather made a slashing movement across her throat with her finger. "Besides," Melissa said, "There are the fringe benefits." "What do you mean?" Alicia asked, sparing me from having to. "Well, OK," Melissa said, "Look over there, Morgan Benjamin." All three of us turned our heads to see a beautiful red-haired girl flirtatiously laughing with an older client-type. "Or there, Maria...whatshername...something Spanish." The three of us turned to see a gorgeous, busty Latina woman also talking to a group of men. "Hard not to see the pattern," Melissa said, "He probably knows that with young employees they'll have young girlfriends and wives and if they bring them to a party where there's clients..." "Ugh, gross," I said, "And obviously he can't just hire men, so when he does hire women he keeps with his youth policy and hires some suspiciously good looking women." "God, that man is a pig." I said, referring to Mr. Duke. "A rich pig," Alicia said. "A rich pig with a huge cock." Melissa said. I almost dropped my glass. All three of us looked over at Melissa with our mouths open in shock. "How do you know that?" Heather asked, again sparing me the trouble. Melissa shrugged. "You remember the Christmas party last year," She said, "Everyone was drinking and having a good time and Mr. Duke had the Santa suit on and he asked if I wanted to sit in his lap. So everyone cheered me on and I did." I didn't remember that. It must have happened after Jason and I had left. "Anyways, it felt pretty big." Melissa said with a wink. "Gross Melissa," I said, not wanting to think about Mr. Duke's penis at all. "You didn't do anything with him, did you?" Alicia asked, her face scrunched up in distaste. Melissa took a sip of her drink. "No, of course, not," she said "But I fucked Brian like a demon that night." All of us laughed. "God, I remember having a big one." Heather said, sounding wistful. "Kevin's not big?" Melissa asked. "Average," Heather shrugged, "Gets the job done. I bet James is big, huh Alicia." I looked over at her. Truth was, I often wondered the same thing. James was Alicia's boyfriend and was a huge handsome black man with an incredible body. I had to admit I'd pleasured myself to thoughts of him before. Alicia rolled her eyes. "Please, that stuff isn't true about all black guys." she said before breaking into a smile, "But yeah, he's pretty special." "How about you, Vic?" Melissa asked me, "You like that little extra oomph?" "Sorry to disappoint you sluts," I said, feeling the liquor begin to have an effect on me, "But I've only ever been with Jason." "And Jason's not..." I shook my head. "That's not what I meant" I said, embarrassed, "I meant I don't have anything to compare it to." I saw all three girls look at each other. Clearly they believed the stereotype about Asian men. I wanted to jump in and correct them but, well, it was true in Jason's case. "Don't worry about it," Melissa said, "Size can be overrated. Especially if you're a smaller girl like you. My roommate in college was only a few inches taller than you and she said the one big guy she was with could barely fit. So maybe you're luckier he's more your size." I took another sip of my drink and nodded. Melissa gave my a sympathetic smile but I could tell she didn't really believe what she said. 2. The party went on and there were games and activities and so on. Some speeches about the year they'd just had and the better year they were going to have and all that. I had a few more drinks and had a little to eat and spent some more time talking with the girls but for the most part I just sat around and reflected on everything that had gone on. As the sun began to set and people made their way home, I realized two very unusual things for one of Jason's work parties. One, I had completely lost track of where Jason was. Usually I stuck beside him so he could "show me off" and because I didn't ever really feel comfortable by myself in case I ran into Mr. Duke. That was the second odd thing. I hadn't seen Mr. Duke all day, something I was really relieved about. It meant for a relatively easy day. Eventually after looking around a bit I found my husband. He was talking to a significantly older man, he had to be near 70, and his eyes lit up when he saw my face. "There she is now," he said, waving me over. I walked up next to him and he put his arm around me, almost pushing my back forward as if he wanted to show off my tits, "Mr. Reynolds, this is my wife Victoria." I smiled up at him. He was sort of a kindly looking grandfatherly sort but, I could soon tell, his expression was not particularly grandfatherly. He was very clearly staring at the bulges of my breasts. Jason either didn't know or didn't care or, worse still, was actively encouraging it. "Hi," I said, reluctantly offering my hand. His old, weathered hand took it and shook. "You were right, Mr. Soon, she's a real beauty." he said lasciviously, I gave a polite smile and wished I could be somewhere else. "Honey, don't you suppose we should be heading off soon?" I asked, tugging a little at his hand to indicate my interest in that. "Ooof, yeah," Jason said as he looked at his watch, thankfully I thought, "We'll have to talk later." "Of course," the older man nodded, "If I had this pretty young thing asking me to take her home I wouldn't refuse her." Jason laughed at that. The two of them said their goodbyes and soon Jason and I were making our way towards the exit. In fact, the car and, to me, home were in our sight. I sighed a breath of relief. I'd dreaded the day and now it was over and without really any of what I didn't want. True, the older man had been a little obvious in his checking me out but, well, that wasn't too bad. I just wanted to go home and relax. "Jason Soon!" A booming voice. One I recognized. I felt my stomach knot up. I'd come so close. Jason and I both turned around and there was Mr. Duke. Somehow he looked even bigger than I'd remembered him, his huge frame barely contained by a very large looking white robe that had the insignia of the club on it. "Mr. Duke," Jason said with a wide smile, "I was worried I wouldn't get to see you." I rolled my eyes. Jason was such a lapdog. "I wouldn't miss out on saying hello to little Vicki here," he said, reaching down to kiss my cheek, "Was that old Harry Reynolds I saw you talking to, Soon? You know that's a huge account and could be getting a lot bigger in the coming months." "Yeah," Jason said. I was surprised. I hadn't seen Mr. Duke anywhere. "And he got to meet Victoria here?" Mr. Duke asked, now openly staring at my breasts. "Of course," Jason said "I wouldn't want him not to see my best assets." The two of them laughed at that. I resolved not to let Jason touch me for a month. "Anyways, Jason, I can't let you go just yet." Mr. Duke said, "I've got Tim Peters from one of the defense contractors in the bar, he's apparently unhappy with the work our competitors are doing and is looking to make a move. I think that if you were to talk to him we could really make something happen there." Jason's eyes lit up. "Just in the bar here?" Jason asked. Mr. Duke nodded. "Yeah, so here's what I'm thinking." Mr. Duke said conspiratorially, "You quickly drive to the office to get that hard copy of the data for the latest Mark 3.6, then you come back out here and talk to him. I've got Lewis already there softening him up but if you're there you could really get something done." I frowned. I didn't want Jason doing business. I wanted him to take me home. "Of course boss," Jason said. "Can you drop me off on the way?" I asked my husband, my eyes telling him I didn't think it was an option. "Nonsense," Mr. Duke said, "After all of those great stories I heard from you guys about the hot tub last year I thought we'd do it again this year. I've got Riley and Jones and their girls with me right now." I looked up at his big, ugly smiling face and felt that knot in my stomach. I didn't want to spend any time with him, especially not in the hot tub. I just wanted to go home. "You OK with that honey?" Jason said, "I'll get the deal and then come and get you and we'll go home." "No," I said, but in Korean, "I want to go home, don't leave me here with him. I don't like him." Jason looked nervously at his boss, then angrily at me. "Don't embarrass me," he said, also in Korean, "Do as you're told and I'll be back soon. Treat him with respect." I stared daggers at him, he simply looked sternly at me. Then he looked back up at Mr. Duke with that big fake smile. "Of course, she'll stay," Jason said, back in English "I'll be back soon and you two will have fun." I watched as Jason left me alone with his boss, hopping into his car and driving away. As I did, I felt Mr. Duke's hand wrap around my waist. His big hands practically making my skin crawl. "Yeah," Mr. Duke said, "We're going to have a good time, aren't we Vicki?" I pushed his hand away. 3. Still, I figured as I made my way towards the hot tub area. It wouldn't be all bad. Mr. Duke had said that "Riley" and "Jones" and "their girls" would be there. At least, I figured, that meant that Heather and Melissa would be keeping me company and not leaving me with Mr. Duke alone. True, his presence would mean things wouldn't quite get as fun as it had last year but at least I'd have some protection. Or so I thought. When I finally reached the big alcove where the massive hot tub that overlooked the ocean was, it was entirely empty. Then, through my mildly tipsy state, I remembered. I'd seen Heather and her boyfriend leave the party. Why hadn't that registered? White Heat I thought about just running, just leaving the party and pretending I was sick or something but I had no money on me and we were miles from anywhere. I knew I had to suck it up and wait until Jason got back. I watched as Mr. Duke took off his robe. I'd never seen him partially naked before. Like I said, he was massive, with a huge gut, hairy body and pale skin. He was wearing a pair of long shorts and flip-flops and he walked leisurely down into the tub before turning to me. "Come on in, sweetheart," he said, "The water's fine." I hesitated. I wanted so badly to be anywhere else. But there was just something in those lessons about obedience that made me simply nod. Slowly, unsure of myself, I pulled up my shirt to reveal my bikini top. It was fairly modest, as those things go, but with the size of my breasts there was only so much modesty I could have. Mr. Duke let out a low whistle when he saw my chest, not even hiding his lusting after a much younger man's wife. I untied my skirt and revealed my similarly modest lower bathing suit. I walked into the hot tub, gently easing my body into it's warm waters. I could feel Mr. Duke's eyes on me every step of the way and I sped up a little. I figured the water would at least protect me from his lecherous gaze a little. I sat down as far away from him as I could which meant, unfortunately, being directly across from him. If he minded or took it as an insult, he didn't show it. In fact, he seemed to like having the view he did. I tried to sink down into the water. "So," he said, "I heard things got pretty wild in here last year." I smiled weakly. It had. For someone like me it was particularly crazy. "I heard you and some of the girls went topless." he said, clearly picturing it in his mind. That was true. Me, Heather and Melissa had gone topless. It was the first time anyone had seen my breasts other than my husband. Jason had seemed very proud of me. In fact, he'd mentioned that for weeks afterwards, how the guys who'd been in the tub had talked about me and all the guys in the company were jealous. "Yup," I said weakly. As I did I swore I could see his hand reach below the water and adjust his shorts. At least, that's what I hoped he was doing. As he did though, I couldn't help but think about what Melissa said about him having a big one. I couldn't help but wonder about it. Even though I didn't want anything to do with him, I couldn't help but think back to the conversation Melissa and the other girls had about big ones. Of the many reasons I had to resent Jason, that was a new one. "So why don't you go topless now?" No longer distracted, I looked up prepared to do my usual trying to laugh off his clumsy advances. But as I looked up at him and saw his eyes looking very intently at me, I could see this wasn't the same sort of mood that there usually was when he said those things to me. "I don't..." "Let me explain something to you, Mrs. Soon," he said, "I'm going to get you to do what I tell you here. Because if you don't, I'm going to fire your husband." I looked up at him, hoping there was some sort of sign that he was joking. That there was any playfulness at all. But there wasn't any. Only lust and power and dominance. "You can't do that," I said but I wasn't sure of myself. I wasn't his employee, after all. I couldn't sue for sexual harassment. "Yes I can," he said, "I've done it before." I sat there silently. Wondering if that was true. If he'd cornered other wives or girlfriends and demanded things from them so he wouldn't fire their men. "Go fire him then," I said, "He can get another job, I can too." "After I give him a shitty recommendation?" Mr. Duke laughed cruelly, "He'll be lucky to get a job selling deep fried chicken." I was silent now. That was probably true. And we had that huge mortgage in both of our names. Even if I left and divorced Jason for putting me in that position I'd probably default on my mortgage and my credit would be ruined and... "So stand up and let me finally see those big fucking titties." Mr. Duke said, interrupting my train of thought. I was defeated. I couldn't do anything. Mr. Duke had cooked up a perfect scenario to get me alone and unable to refuse him and now I was trapped. So I stood up and reached behind my head and untied my bikini top, letting it fall off my body. As I looked down I once again wished I had less obvious physical assets. But the my tits were big and round and firm and sat high on my chest and in the cool beach air my little brown nipples were painfully hard. "Fuck damn," Mr. Duke said, his eyes almost popping out of his skull, "They don't build many Asian girls like you, do they?" I smiled weakly, feeling so exposed. "Can I sit down?" I asked, hoping I could and I could at least hide my chest in the water. "You can sit down next to me," he said, patting right next to him. God, I had hoped my humiliation would be over but he clearly wanted more. "I don't know.." I said "I can still fire him," he said, clearly impatient with me now. I nodded and walked over to where he'd patted. He had to slide over, his girth was so much that the two of us were a tight fit in a space designed to comfortably hold two adults. His big thigh was pressed against mine and I felt his arm wrap around my back. "Yeah, you know," he said, "I served in Vietnam but never saw any girls like you over there." I wanted to say I wasn't Vietnamese but I didn't. I didn't think it would matter to him. Truth was I was just hoping Jason would get back quickly, even if it meant he'd find me topless and being touched by his boss. "Take your bottoms off too." I froze again. But only for a second this time. I wondered for a second how far he intended this to go but, truth was, I knew this wasn't that big of a step. It's not like having those on meant much in the way of modesty or would stop him if he tried anything else. I slid the bottom half of my swimsuit down over my hips and pulled it out of the water. "Jesus," he said, "Completely bare, huh?" I looked down. The clear water of the hot tub wasn't hiding anything and my hairless pussy was on full display. "Jason likes it this way," I said but, truth was, I did too. I liked the smoothness of it. Even if it meant regular waxing. "Yeah, I bet he does" Mr. Duke said. We sat there for a few minutes. Me completely naked, him just looking at me, his arm wrapped around me possessively. I almost felt myself relax as he stopped making demands of me. In fact, I couldn't help it, there was something in me that was feeling a little good. I rationalized to having had maybe a bit too much to drink or just the relaxing nature of the hot tub but pretty soon I was just feeling comfortable, even if I still didn't like the old man's arm around me. Luckily, though, he took his arm off me. I sighed. Maybe he'd finally had enough. "You know what," he said, "You look so comfortable I think I might join you." I wanted to say something but instead just watched as the huge man stood up and pulled his shorts down. I couldn't believe it. Melissa was wrong. He wasn't big, he was enormous. His dick sprang out free, way past even his prodigious gut. A huge, veiny thing with a long thick shaft and even thicker flared head. He had to be at least ten inches long and maybe closer to a foot. I was all at once shocked, disgusted, amazed and maybe even a little proud. I know it sounds crazy but looking at that big cock, knowing I'd made it that big. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of my body. Mr. Duke sat right back down and again put his arm around me. This time, though, he cupped the side of my breast and felt it. My eyes were transfixed on his huge dick, so big and sitting so straight up it almost popped out of the water. I could feel my mouth get dry and my insides moisten. I couldn't even believe it. How could he get that inside a woman? "You ever see one like this sweetie?" he asked me. I simply shook my head no. "Yeah, Jason definitely doesn't seem like he's packing," he chuckled. Jason. My husband. I remembered him again. But this time, I found, the resentment level was rising in me. He'd practically served me up to this big, repulsive man and his gigantic cock. Why should I feel bad? Jason could have stopped this at any time. Telling his boss not to flirt with me when I didn't like it, taking me home earlier. To hell with Jason, I thought. Whatever happened wasn't going to happen or not happen because of him. "Yours is way bigger," I said honestly. It was. It looked almost three times as long and much thicker. "Touch it." Mr. Duke said, "Can't really tell until you've got your hands on it." I looked up at him. I didn't want to. I hated him after all. He repulsed me. Even if it did look big and thick and hard as a rock. Even if I'd frequently wondered what a bigger cock would feel like. I didn't like him and I didn't want him. Even if he had a Elephant dick. "Vicki," he said, "Do I need to threaten your husband's job again?" I looked up at him. Right. I didn't want to do it. I had to. To protect my family. To protect my house. That made it OK, right? "Just take that cute little hand," he said, grasping my wrist, "And fill it up with Big Daddy's cock." I nodded. I reached out below the water and watched as my hand finally touched his huge, hard dick. I tried to wrap my hand around even the skinniest part of his shaft but my hands couldn't wrap around it. It felt big and strong and powerful in my hands. "Stroke it," he said. I did, my full hand running up and down the length of his shaft, the water making it very slippery. I felt as he took one of my large breasts and squeezed hard, his hands digging into my soft flesh. "When I tell you something," he said, "You say 'yes sir' or 'yes Big Daddy' if that works better." "Yes sir," I said, amazed at how hot I was beginning to feel. There was something about how commanding he was, how firm his voice was. I didn't feel like I did with my father or Jason, where I had to obey him. I wanted to. I wanted to jerk off his big dick. "You like this, don't you?" he said, "You like the idea of a big dick." "Yes sir," I said, still stroking his big dick. "Grab my balls." he said. I did. They were huge too. The size of a clementine each. I couldn't help but think of all of the cum they must hold. For a second I tried to think of Alicia's boyfriend James. The big black guy with the great muscles. If I could imagine him, I figured, I could get through this. "They're incredible," I said, still staring at his dick. I felt his hand reach up and tilt my face towards his. Now I was looking at him, there was no way for me to pretend I was jerking anyone else off. "They're fucking potent too," he said, "I have nine children with six different women." I nodded. I believed it. They looked like they could pump huge amounts of cum and his dick, I figured, would be right up against a woman's womb when he came in them. I found it hard to believe he ever fucked anyone who was fertile who didn't get pregnant. "I've wanted to fuck your cute little ass ever since I saw you," he said, "And you've wanted to fuck me too, haven't you?" "Yes sir," I said quickly, even though it was a lie. Somehow, though, I wanted it to be true. I wanted to say whatever he wanted to hear. Just so he cums, I told myself. "Say it," he ordered squeezing my big breast again. "Oh god," I said, hoping I was sounding convincing, "I've always wanted to fuck you. I've wanted you for so long." "Yeah you did" he smiled, looking very pleased with himself, "Bitches like you can tell when a man's got a big dick. Makes you drip, doesn't it?" "Yes sir," I said "Tell me how much I made you want me," he said. I wasn't sure what he meant at first but I decided I'd simply lie again, confuse him with James. "I get wet whenever I'm around you," I said, my voice a husky whisper, "I've wanted you to fuck me with your huge cock. Whenever I see you I get so turned on that later I fuck my husband and pretend it's you." "Fuck yeah," he grunted, as I felt him tense up and my hand speed up, "What else?" I kept at it. Clearly he liked this. "I fuck myself and think of you." I moaned, "I lie in bed and rub my horny little cunt and squeeze my big tits and wish you were there with me. I fuck myself until I cum screaming for you." "Yeah, I bet," he said, "From now on when you do that you're going to call me up so I can listen, won't you?" "Yes sir," I nodded, knowing I almost certainly wouldn't. Or at least not more than once. "How do you picture me fucking you," he said Again I thought of James. Or I tried to at least. More and more I found that as I described these actions, Mr. Duke was in them. He was the star of it now. I figured I was just getting into it. "You fuck me from behind." I said, "on all fours, like I'm a bitch. And you fuck me in the shower. And you fuck me in the bed I share with Jason, just slamming me down onto it again and again until I beg for your cum." "Poor Jason," he said, mocking me, "He just doesn't measure up, does he?" "No sir," I said, "He can't give you what a little slut like you needs, can he?" "No sir," I said "And what's that?" he asked "A big cock," I moaned, "A naughty little slut like me wants a big cock. I want to feel it in me, stretching my little pussy. I want your big cock in me." "Asian boys just don't have it, do they?" "No sir," I said "You want a big white cock, don't you China Doll?" Deep inside me my brain knew that was gross and geographically fucked up but I couldn't deny it the words spoke to me. "Yes sir," I said, nodding "Say it," he said, squeezing my breast again and pinching my hard nipple. "I want a big white cock," I said, moaning, "I want your big white cock. I want it in my tight little yellow cunt." "FUCK!" he bellowed and for a second I thought he'd cum. Instead though he simply got up from the water, it was hard not to think of a Whale surfacing, and sat his big body down on the edge of where we were sitting. His Dick bobbing in the air. His hand took a rough hold of my hair and pulled me up with him. I was kneeling on where we were sitting now, out of the water from the waist up and feeling the cool air on my wet skin, feeling drops of water bead down the big swell of my chest. I barely realized what he was doing until I felt his big cock head slap against my closed mouth. "Open up, sexy," he said "Daddy's going to fuck that dirty little mouth of yours." I opened wide. As wide as I could. Surprisingly, his next thrust found him entering me pretty well, my lips stretching wide around his huge girth. His cock tasted a lot like the hot tub water but there was something else. An unmistakably masculine smell and taste as I felt his thick precum dribble onto my tongue. I tried sucking, tried bobbing my head up and down the big thick cock in my mouth but I wasn't an experienced giver of blowjobs at the best of times and I'd never had anything close to Mr. Duke's cock in my mouth. It didn't stop Mr. Duke though. He wasn't interested in me sucking his cock. He started thrusting his big, wet cock inside my hot mouth. "God damn girl," he said, "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to fuck this pretty face of yours." He held my head tightly as he began doing just that, thrusting his big frame and huge cock into my throat. I don't know how but I took it too, relaxing my throat and angling my head so that big, thick piece of meat in my mouth was able to thrust at least eight inches in with pump. As he fucked me, as I felt those huge balls of his slap against my neck and chin and felt my chest bounce with every forward motion, I realized something. I loved it. I loved being taken, loved being dominated. Loved the feeling of his big white cock slamming into my mouth. I wanted to be used, to be fucked, to be treated like a slut. I liked that this man had simply wanted me and used whatever he could, including his massive dick, to break down whatever resistance I had. I hoped I was pleasing him. That I had the tightest, wettest mouth he'd ever fucked and that I'd make him cum. I wished I could talk to him. To say thank you to him. To beg for his cum. I couldn't, my mouth couldn't get any fuller and I was practically gagging on him, but I did what I could to let him know I wanted it. I reached out and caressed his huge balls, lovingly almost. As if to coax his seed from them. "Oh fuck you little chink whore," he groaned, "HERE IT FUCKING CUMS" I didn't taste it at first. I just felt his cock throbbing in my mouth. His balls tighten in my hands. He was shooting cum directly into my throat, past my taste buds. As fast as I could swallow it. I felt him pull his dick reluctantly from the pillowy soft confines of my throat and filled my mouth, making my cheeks bulge with his seed. I swallowed dutifully, loving the rich, thick salty taste of his potent cum. The cum that had created nine different children. Now being gulped down greedily by me. I swallowed what I could before he pulled out again, still spraying long thick white ropes of his cum all over my face and hair. I puffed out my chest, presenting my big tits to him, for him to mark with his jizz. He aimed his cock low for the last few bursts to stain and splatter my big tits like a Jackson Pollock painting. I was covered in his cum, feeling it drip off every part of me. When he was finally done, when there was what felt like a pint of cum in me and another all over me, all I could do was look up at his panting, wheezing reddened face. I didn't think he was ugly. I didn't think he was gross. I thought he was incredible. I thought he was powerful. I thought one thing most of all, I wanted more. 3. I was in deep. Literally, my head was under the water. Mr. Duke's semi-hard cock deep in my mouth. I was sucking the big thing, hard but passionately. Kissing it, making out with it. We'd gone back to sitting in the tub and he'd roughly pushed my head under the water, wiping most of his cum off me. I would bob on his cock for a few seconds, holding my breath, then come back up for air. Then bob back down and suck some more. Every time I did, his big, soft dick got a little bit harder. Even when I felt the need to breathe I had to fight the urge to stay down there. Get him harder. I just desperately wanted to feel his big cock in my cunt and I wanted it as soon as he could give it to me. Mr. Duke didn't seem to be in any rush though. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had his arms behind his head and had a cigar in his mouth and a beer by the side. Every now and then when I would pop back up for air he'd kiss me and I'd kiss him back, with more passion than I ever kissed my husband. Sometimes he would suck one of my huge breasts into his mouth and I'd have to try and get him hard with just my hands and my words. "Please, sir," I begged, "Please fuck me. I want it so bad." Eventually, my job was done. His cock was as hard as before. As soon as it was, I begged him non-stop to fuck me. To give me what I needed. What I knew my body craved. Eventually, his drink finished and his cigar smoked down, I felt his big, powerful hands grab me by the hips and left me effortlessly out of the water. Like I weighed nothing to his big arms. I loved that feeling. He put me down where he'd sat when he'd had his cock in my mouth but rather than the hard concrete I found my ass resting against the thick, soft fabric of his robe. I looked up at him, he was still taller than me in this position, as he raised his cock up out of the water and he got between my thighs. I stretched my legs wide for him. As wide as they could go. I could feel my cunt dripping and not with the water from the hot tub. I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life. My smooth, tight pussy clearly responding to what it knew it would need to accommodate his huge prick. He got between my knees and reached down to put his dick up against the tight opening to my pussy and paused. White Heat I paused too as I felt that enormous cock head pressing against my slick opening. I knew my life would never be the same if he fucked me. I knew, just knew, that it would be something I could never come back from. "Do you want it?" he asked, looking right into my eyes. I nodded. "Say it," he said, "Please fuck me sir," I moaned, "Please fuck me with that big white cock." He pushed. I didn't give way. I felt my pussy get even wetter, lubricating the head of his big cock, my tightly clenched cunt give way a little, to ease the passage of a cock that was much bigger than anything that had been in me before. "Oh fuck," I groaned as his pushing and my cunt finally combined to let his big cockhead slip inside. God I'd never felt so full in my life. Jason's whole cock didn't compare to just the head of his massive, meaty dick. I felt so stretched around it I thought I might burst. But it felt good. So good. Now I knew why the other girls had looked at me with such pity when they knew I'd never been fucked with a big cock. As he slipped a few more inches into me, I realized that I was essentially a virgin for him. Once he had less than half of his cock inside me he was touching places on my body that had never been touched. Places that needed to be touched. Places that needed a big, powerful cock. "Do you like that sweetheart?" he asked, "Do you like Daddy's big dick?" "I love it," I moaned, throwing my head back, "It's incredible. You're incredible." "Fuck you Asians have such tight little snatches," he said, "I fucking love it." I groaned. I had no idea if that stereotype was true but, if it was, I was at once thankful for it and not. Thankful because it meant I was pleasing him, not because it felt like I was so full I was going to be torn in two by his huge cock. I grunted and screamed and moaned as he fed inch after inch of cock into me. Sometimes it felt like he would stop, having hit bottom, and I'd scream, but he'd just pull out a little and I'd feel myself relax and get wetter and looser for him and then he'd push even more in. I tried to let him have all of me, to take him all in. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to prove those slutty bitches from earlier that I could take cock as well as any of them. Every time he shifted and it hurt a little or he hit one of those spots I thought was the bottom, I just begged for him to keep going. To not stop until he was buried balls deep in my little pussy. "Look at that," I heard him say with wonder. I opened my eyes as best I could. It felt like I had someone's arm inside me. I swear, it felt like I could feel his cock well into my rib cage, nudging at my lungs. I looked down, or tried to. His big gut was mashed up against my big tits but I knew what he was getting at. He was all the way in. I'd taken his enormous dick to it's root. I'd never felt prouder in my life. I clutched at his body like a frighten child as I felt my cunt stretch around him, re-size itself to his enormous prick. As it did I felt convulsions and contractions of enormous pleasure. "This pussy is mine now, you hear?" he said, whispering into my ear. I wanted to laugh. The idea that my pussy would ever belong to anyone else was crazy. It was shaping itself to him. To be the perfect receptacle for him. It didn't matter what I said, my body was deciding that I belonged to him now. "Yes sir," I managed "Not your husband," he said My husband. Fuck him. He could have stopped this. He knew what Mr. Duke wanted from me. I begged him to not leave me with him. But he wasn't man enough to stop his boss from just taking his wife. And I was glad he wasn't. Because he certainly wasn't man enough to make me feel the way I was feeling as he began sliding his big cock out of the depths of my cunt and back inside. "No," I whined, at the thought of my pussy ever being touched by my husband again, "I belong to you. I love your cock." He began fucking me harder than I'd ever been fucked in my life. Slamming his big dick into me again and again, our bodies slapping together with a loud thwack sound every time. My big tits bouncing on my chest with every thrust until he took hold of them and squeezed, like he was using them as handles for riding me. And all the while I was screaming the same six words over and over again. "Fuck me Daddy, I love it!" Again and again. Every thrust, like a mantra, a prayer. His cock giving me so much pleasure and making me so full that I needed something to say just to occupy my mind. I could feel a massive orgasm building up in me, huge and unchecked. The first orgasm I would ever have with just a dick in me. I realized my pussy was built to be fucked by big dicks. That's how it could fit someone like Mr. Duke, that was why I was going to cum without anyone touching my clit. I was built to be fucked by big, white cocks. His cock kept pounding into my cunt. His stamina and speed a miracle for someone his size and his age. But I guess a pretty 23 year old Korean girl with huge tits can have that effect on a man. Me on the other hand, my arms were tired from propping myself up and my ass was tired from rubbing against the concrete. I felt weak in every place but one. My cunt was just hungry for more, making my thighs slam into him as hard as he was fucking me. But then, out of the blue. He stopped. He thrust into me as deep as he could and he simply held himself there. I looked up at him and whined, trying to roll my hips at him. Like he'd simply forgotten he was supposed to be fucking me and if I moved enough he would remember. "Do you like it," he asked. "Yes," I cried. "Do you want more?" he said, "Does that slutty little pussy want to cum all over Daddy's big dick?" "Yes Daddy," I whined. "Do you want a big load of daddy's cum in that hot little cunt of yours?" "Yes daddy," I did. More than anything, I realized. More than even my own orgasm. "Say it," he said "I want your cum Daddy," I begged, "I want your hot thick cum spraying right into my womb." "Say you love my cock," "I love your cock," I said, desperate for him to stop teasing me and go back to fucking me. "What kind of cock?" he said "White cock," I moaned, "I love your big white cock. I was built for it. I was built to fuck big white daddy cock." "Is it better than your husband's?" he asked "So much," I whined, "You're so much bigger, so much better. I love it so much, Daddy. I won't fuck him again, never, my pussy belongs to you." He started thrusting again. Slow torturous thrusts. "Say you love me," he said. "Oh god daddy," I moaned, saying the words that just came naturally to me "I love you so much. I'm in love with you, your cock, I need you. I'm yours. I love you." "I thought you didn't like me much." "I was a stupid bitch," I moaned, "I'm sorry, I love you daddy. I love you more than anything." He began thrusting in me again. Faster. Harder. Slamming my body on his dick. Using my tight cunt just to get his dick off. "I'm going to use this pussy however I want from now on," he said, grunting. I could tell he was close, "Whenever I want." "Yes Daddy," I moaned, I was getting there again too. "And you call me master now," he said, holding my face firmly, his eyes looking right into mine. I nodded. "Fuck me master," I begged, "Fuck the little pussy you own. Fuck your little Asian whore, master." "Are you on the pill, whore?" he asked, "Yes," I screamed, although at that moment I wished I wasn't. I wished he would be fucking my pussy completely unprotected, that he would seed me with another of his children. I wanted to have his children. "But you'll go off it when I tell you," he said, I could tell he was just about done. "Yes Master," I screamed as I felt my orgasm starting, "Fuck me, breed me, I want to have your little white babies." He came. He grunted and groaned and I could feel my cunt take the first huge gush of his cum. It triggered my own orgasm, my cunt bursting around his cock and spilling all of my cum around him. He kept pumping blast after blast of his thick, potent jizz inside me and I kept cumming, a new, bigger orgasm every three pumps of his spurting cock. I could feel it running down my thighs, my cunt so tight that his thrusts were forcing his cum out of me. I thought back to my husband calling me a "Banana", well, I sure had a lot of white cum inside me now. I was a rag doll in his arms, him just rutting away at me, depositing more and more of his cum into my spasming cunt. I came and I came until, finally, I just passed out. Two months later... "Ms. Kwan, could you come in here please?" I jumped up from my desk. How could I not? My master's voice, after all. It had only been about six weeks since I'd started working for Mr. Duke's company. Jason hadn't liked it but this time I'd insisted. After all, he'd gotten that promotion that meant he was traveling as often as he was home so I needed something to do with my time. I used my maiden name at work though. I don't know why, it just felt more appropriate. I loved dressing for it too. Short black pencil skirts and tight white dress shirts that hugged my big tits. Technically my job was in the accounts department but I typically tended to handle more client-related matters. Which is what I suspected this was after all. I confidently walked into Mr. Duke's big, well appointed office and closed the door behind me. There he was sitting behind his big desk. I couldn't help it, the man who'd once disgusted me so now made my pussy wet just at the sight of him. At the sight of his big body, knowing his big cock was just waiting for my mouth or pussy or ass. I'd lost count of the number of times he'd fucked me in this office. The number of times he'd taken an important phone call with me on my knees beneath his desk, sucking a huge load of cum out of his balls. True, we fucked at my house when Jason was away too but there was something just so nasty about fucking in the office. I loved it. However I soon realized this was not his usual call for an afternoon blowjob. No, he had someone else in the room with him. I recognized him from the day of the party. The day my life really began. It was the older looking man Jason had been talking to. Mr...Reynolds, that was it. He saw me and immediately just like it had that day, his attention immediately went to my bust. But unlike then I wasn't ashamed of it. I was proud that I could attract rich, powerful white men. I dressed for it. Gone were the simple flats I used to wear, now I wore four inch heels just to make my tits stand out and my ass pop. "Shit that's the one," Mr. Reynolds said as he saw me. "Victoria, darling," Mr. Duke said to me, "Mr. Reynolds here is with a very large firm that's about to make a very big purchasing decision. Contract worth tens of millions of dollars. I was hoping you might be able to show him some of what we could offer his firm by way of customer service." I nodded and smiled and I began undoing my shirt. Button by button, watching old Mr. Reynolds' eyes almost bulge out of his head as he saw my big tits encased in their lacy black bra. I wore sexy lingerie every day now too. I fucked Master mainly these days but my body was his. He liked sharing me. He liked using me like a whore to advance his business interests. And I was willing to do anything to make him happy. "Give him the full show, Darling," Mr. Duke said, I nodded and reached behind me to undo my bra. I let the huge cups fall from my breasts and stood there topless in front of the two older men. "Fuck me," Mr. Reynolds said, "You weren't kidding." "There you go," Mr. Duke said, looking at me with pride, something that set my insides on fire, "You wanted her, you got her. So, can we talk margins?" Mr. Reynolds nodded but he didn't take his eyes from my chest. I just stood there innocently, like I was just another secretary called in to record the meeting. "Well, we have two packages," Mr. Duke started, "All of the performance, software and hardware you need as per our discussions earlier. But you either come at us with an 18 percent profit margin or a 20 percent profit margin." "What's the difference?" Mr. Reynolds said, looking back at Mr. Duke, "Well," Mr. Duke, "You choose that 18 percent profit margin for us and we shake on it. Then Ms. Kwan over there comes over to this side of the desk or that side and bends over it. You fuck her mouth or her pussy, your choice, while I bang the other end. Then we go on our separate ways." I could see the bulge in Mr. Reynolds pants growing. Clearly he was excited by the prospect. Almost as much as I was. "God in heaven," he said, "What's 20 percent?" "Well, you give me 20 percent," Mr. Duke said, "And we shake hands, we fuck Ms. Kwan in both ends and then you get into a Town Car with Ms. Kwan and you spend the weekend in a Five Star suite with Ms. Kwan as your personal secretary. Seeing to your every need." He looked back at me. "Any need?" "Ms. Kwan, why don't you tell him about our diamond package," I nodded. "Mr. Reynolds," I said, looking at him with my best doe eyes, "If you give us the 20 percent figure, I'll be your personal fucktoy for a whole weekend. I'll do anything you want. You can fuck my cunt with out a condom, pump load after load of cum into me. You can get me on my knees and I'll suck your balls dry. You can fuck my tight little asshole and I'll beg for more." Mr. Reynolds had to shift in his seat. "Want to bring friends over?" I said, "I'll fuck them too. You can each spurt your load on my big soft tits until I'm just dripping with cum. Want to watch me with a girl? I've gotten really good at eating pussy. You can watch us eat each other out until you decide which of us you want to fuck your cum into. I'm your personal toy sir. You can dress me up like a little maid, a school girl, a cheerleader. I'll wear whatever you want while you fuck me however you want." I had to admit. I was getting turned on. I loved being a whore for Master. Loved every slutty thing he made me do. I was still on the pill, while I was whoring for him he wanted to make sure I didn't get pregnant, but that would end soon enough. He would get me pregnant. "Wha-what about her husband, the fellow from the party?" he stammered. I rolled my eyes. Usually that was enough to get them to sign. To give Master what he wanted. "Funny enough but Mr. Soon is out of town this weekend. Big conference in Vegas." Mr. Duke said, laughing. "And," I said, continuing the sales pitch, "You are more than welcome to film our weekend together, to take it back home as a personal memento of your time here. Even better, if you choose to renew the contract at it's expiry date, I'll be available for another weekend." "So," Mr. Duke said, smiling at me, "18 or 20 percent?" "20," Mr. Reynolds said quickly, "Fucking hell, 20." "Hot damn," Mr. Duke said, slapping his hands excitedly, "Shake on it." The two men got up, both with very visible bulges, and shook hands. I walked over to the desk, my tits bouncing with every step. "So, Mr. Reynolds, which end will it be?" Mr. Duke asked "Her mouth," he said quickly, "I wanted to spray cum all over that face since the second I saw it." I smiled. I liked both that idea and the fact that Mr. Duke's huge cock would soon be pumping my pussy from behind. I walked over in front of my master and bent seductively over the desk. I felt his hands reach up my skirt and pull my panties down as I watched Mr. Reynolds fish a thick, eight inch cock from his pants. I loved it. I loved when I got to spend a weekend with a big white cock. I felt Mr. Duke's cock push into me as Mr. Reynolds entered my mouth. I was in heaven. I loved being a slut, a whore. I loved being fucked with big cocks. This was my new life, I was earning great money, and, best of all, I was still as obedient as ever.