Audrey's World Sex Tour by xanadu22

A literotic sexstories: Audrey's World Sex Tour by xanadu22 ,
A young college student studies abroad in multiple countries and finds herself in trouble with many men across the globe. After a bad BMWF experience at University, she studies abroad and is taken advantage of every country she escapes to.
CH.1 THE COLLEGE SEXPERIENCEYou probably think that most Mormon girls grow up in a stable family, go to a Mormon college, marry a Mormon man, have 8 children, and live happily ever after. That’s the stereotype isn’t it? That probably is true for most Mormon girls. But the life this one was handed was anything but conventional. Growing up a Mormon in California was quite suffocating, having to wear big dresses with long sleeves so that nearly every inch of my skin was covered, being forced to listen to only gospel or Christian music, not being allowed to ever swear and the worst, having to quietly chew with your mouth closed at mealtime. So if you can imagine, when I got into my dream school, BYCU, I was so excited to finally be on my own and get away from my insanely religious parents. I was not a rebel at all, being a strict believer in Mormonism, but as a teenager I needed to be able to spread my wings. I wanted to watch anime, hang up posters of Korean pop bands, and (gasp!) listen to rap music!

All in all, I wanted to be a normal 18-year-old girl, but I think I bit off more than I could chew. What I’m about to share with you is the story of my coming of age if you will. Most people find themselves when they’re well into adulthood. I consider myself an early bloomer, but it wasn’t because I wanted it that way. Since starting college, I’ve had to grow up at 1000mph and it has been quite an insane flight. College was only the beginning.

I was just 18 years old, a young Mormon girl, stereotypical, generic, unmistakably blonde with the usual accompanying blue eyes, and a short 5’6 one at that, enthusiastic to start classes at BYCU, a college for Mormons. Every Mormon high schooler wanted to get into either BYCU or BYU. Although I did not get into BYI, I was thrilled to be accepted into BYCU because it was cheaper and also local.

My first sight of campus was absolutely mesmerizing to say the least. The brick buildings were huge. The trees were huge, casting blankets of shadows on the lawns which made a perfect place for students to study. There were so many students walking through campus, riding bicycles, even skateboarding to class. I couldn’t believe that I’d be living on my own independent from my family for the next 4 years. Finding my dorm room wasn’t too hard as it was in the middle of campus. I signed up for the largest dorm room they had, which was a two-room suite at Cinnamon Hall and was so ecstatic to get it. It was roomy, clean, with a kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms.

One of my new roommates, Jessica greeted me, “Hi, I’m Jessica, nice to meet you!”

I extended my free hand to shake the tall brunette’s. “I’m Audrey, nice to meet you too!”

Jessica pointed to the middle bedroom, “This is our room.” I stepped into my newly assigned shared bedroom for the next 4 years. There’s a wood bunk bed, two desks, a mirror, and large window. I set my lamp and books on an unused desk.

Another girl walked in. “Hi I’m Allison, nice to meet you!” Standing 5’8, Allison had side parted brown hair.

“Hi Allison, I’m Audrey nice to meet you too!” Wow, she’s pretty! I shook her hand. “Uh…I’m a freshman, are you guys…?”

“Oh, cool! We’re sophomores, and my bunk mate Monique is a freshman too, but she’s kind of a nerd.” Allison laughed.

“I’m…actually kind of a nerd too”. Dear Lord please don’t let them be sorority type girls.

“Oh yeah but she’s like…prude.” Allison and Jessica laughed. Um, I’m prude too, and proud of it I might say.

“Oh, I’m actually Mormon…” I admitted, not knowing if these girls were also Mormon or not, even though we were at a Mormon college.

Allison and Jessica couldn’t contain their laughter, “So are we!”

Monique, a slender black girl with long, tied hair walked pass the room as she said softly, “We’re all Mormons here…well, almost all…” ”

Oh Hi! I’m…Audrey…” Monique ignored me.

Jessica whispered, “See? Nerd.” “Hey, freshman, you have to come with me and Allison to this party tonight. It’s gonna be a-maz-ing!”

“Party? Don’t we have class tomorrow?” I asked.

“Relax froshy, it’s just gonna be a little get together, just a few people. Don’t you want to make new friends here?” Jessica coerced.

“Oh, well, okay…I guess.” Jessica high fived me.

“Right on froshy! We’re gonna get you broken in tonight!” She winked at Allison and they both slyly laugh. What did I get myself into? OK, well it can’t be that bad. I mean it’s not like a real party like you see on movies, right? After all, for the 11thieth time, this was a Mormon college!

Later that day Audrey and Monique were preparing sandwiches for lunch in the kitchen. “Oh, no mayo for me, thank you.” I said.

“No mayo, no lettuce, no tomatoes? You like your sandwiches dry. I like mine juicy.” Monique gauged my response. Huh? What did that mean?

I answered her, “Yeah it’s just what I’m used to. I like nothing but meat and cheese.”

Monique raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Well you’re at the right school then.”

“Hey, are you going to the party tonight?” I asked her.

“Party? It’s a school night. Are you really going?” Monique wondered.

“Well, I thought it’d be a good way to make friends,” I smiled shyly.

Monique cautioned “Okay, that’s fine, just keep an eye on your drink.”

“Really? This is a Mormon college,” I reminded her, insinuating that all the boys here must be good Mormon boys.

“Not everyone here is Mormon,” Monique winked. I didn’t understand. Why would a non-Mormon want to come to school here?

It was nearing midnight and us three girls were walking through the college to get to a fraternity house where the party was taking place. In the middle of campus we came up to a monument of Joseph Smith, the founder of Mormonism. “Legend says if a couple kisses on this statue they will get married and live happily ever after,” Jessica giggled.

“C’mon Audrey, let’s do it!” Allison tugged me by the hand towards the statue.

I resisted, “Wait guys, I don’t want to marry either of you!”

Jessica laughed, “But we can be best friends forever!”

We climbed onto the base of the statue. I hugged stone Joseph at the waist. Jessica grabbed his crotch. And Allison was rubbing his nipples. We all leaned in and gave a light peck on the lips. “Let’s do it again to make sure!” Allison leaned in and we all kissed again, this time we held the kiss a little longer.

Wait, what is going on here? “Are you two…you know….” I ask.

“C’mere you prude,” Jessica grabbed me by the head, pulled me towards her lips and French kissed me. Allison joined in on the fun, the three of us licking each other’s tongues right in front of Joseph Smith’s stone-cold face. I counted 8 seconds before we all pulled away and quietly hopped down to resume our walk. I… I think I felt something tingle in me. We all stayed fairly quiet until we got to the frat house.

“Where is it?” I didn’t hear any loud music.

“It’s the two-story white house over there,” Jessica pointed. The house was dimly lit and hardly recognizable as white. It looked like one of those houses in the black neighborhoods, you know, the ghettos you see in movies. Jessica knocked on the door. The door opened and Jessica greeted someone with a hug. It was a tall, slender black guy. Oh wow, there’s a black guy at this college? How multicultural! I felt good about my choice of college. Accepting this black guy (obviously not Mormon) to attend school here was such a positive thing for the college. He waved us in.

When we walked inside, I saw two more black guys sitting on a couch, one of them was really fat. More black guys? Were these his friends? I looked around and saw even more black guys standing on the stairs, yet more black guys hanging around in the kitchen, basically every male around was black. Most of them were talking to pretty, dolled up and scantily dressed white girls. I had never seen so many black people in my life. Were we at the right party? Were we still on campus? I started to get nervous. Why were there so many black people here? I don’t mean to sound racist, but if I wasn’t with two girls and if I wasn’t sure that I was still on a Mormon campus I would have never walked into that house. I’ve watched enough Hollywood movies in secret to know that black houses are no place for white girls to be at.

Since I was a bit disturbed by Jessica and Allison randomly French kissing me, I tried to stay away from the both of them. The only area where there weren’t any girls was the white couch, so I sat down but sitting on either edge of the couch were two black guys. I was hoping they wouldn’t notice me, but you couldn’t not notice the contrast. What was I thinking sitting down here? I sank into the couch and felt like a sitting duck. I tried not to look in either direction, but noticed out of the corner of my eye the fat one made a motion to the skinny one, who immediately got up and left. Then I felt the fat guy inched right next to me, his thigh eventually touching mine. Wait a minute, this was very inappropriate. This guy was not shy at all. Hmmm…are all black people touchy feely like this?

He put his hand on my thigh and asked “What’s your name?” I didn’t want to offend him but he’d gone too far with the touching so I pushed his hand away.

Still, I wanted to stay polite, “Audrey…ummm…what’s yours?”

“Well hello Audrey, my name is Marcus.” He smiled and put out his hand for a shake. When I shook it, he placed his other hand on my thigh. I don’t think he got the message that I didn’t want him to touch me. Maybe he was “slow.” “Are you a freshman?” He asked.

“Oh…yes, I just got here today actually. What…are you?”

Marcus licked his lips, “Today the Lord is good. I’m a freshman too.” Marcus smiled. I didn’t like that smile. There was something sinister about it. I was so uncomfortable now. Red flags were going off in my head. I didn’t feel safe and I desperately wanted to leave, but Marcus got even closer and put his arm around me. I felt so small with his huge arms around mine. He was at least 6ft and weighed probably 300lbs. I nervously scanned around the room for my roommates or anyone I could make eye contact with and hopefully convey the fact that I was scared, but no white person met my gaze.

“You should come watch me play next weekend,” he offered.

“Play what?” I asked.

“Football. I’m a linebacker,” he boasted.

My eyes widened, “Oh, that’s so cool!” Well, that makes sense. That’s why he’s at this college, to play football. After all I heard that we had a pretty good football team.

“This is the football team’s house. We all play football here.” Oh, well now that makes even more sense. That’s why there were so many black people here, because they played football.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. How rad! Are you on scholarship?” I asked.

“Full ride!” he exclaimed.

“Yah? Me too!” I was so happy when I found out that I got a full scholarship to BYCU. I thought finally, I actually got something just for being white (and Mormon). Oh, I did have a 4.2 GPA but it was exhausting hearing about Mexicans and African Americans getting into their dream colleges with a 3.5 GPA or less. BYCU was the only college that made me feel appreciated.

Marcus’ eyes widened. “That is lit! So you and me, full scholarship buddies. We should celebrate. You want a drink?” I know I wasn’t supposed to accept any drinks but anything to get him away from me.

“Um, sure!” I replied. Marcus waved to someone in the kitchen, who then brought over two beers in red cups. Well, that didn’t exactly go as planned.

“Beer? Wait, I’m Mormon, I can’t drink this.”

Allison stumbled by with a red cup in hand, “Relax Froshy, no one’s gonna know. This is what college is for,” she winked.

Actually, I had always wondered what beer tasted like. I looked around and saw that every girl was also holding a red cup. I guess one sip couldn’t hurt. I mean everyone here is doing it, so why can’t I? No one’s going to tell. How would anyone back home know? I sniffed the beer before I sipped it. That didn’t go unnoticed by Marcus. He hollered over to the guy who brought us the drinks.

“Yo Mitch! She sniffed your drink!” he pointed at me.

Mitch shook his head “Don’t worry, we are all friends here. Your drink is kuh-kuh-kuh-kohser.” I didn’t appreciate his tone. Was he insinuating that I was a racist in the KKK? Really? The nerve of him!

Willy, the guy who greeted us at the door, quickly walked over and snatched the drink out of my hand, putting it up to his nose and sniffed it, “I uno…” He shook his head, took a sip, and then chugged the whole cup. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. “C’mon Froshy, this is too much drink for you. You need to start off with something like Coca-Cola. I have some in the fridge. Come with me,” Willy egged.

I very, very happily went with Willy as I was finally able to get away from that huge, touchy feely Marcus dude. I figured Willy noticed what was going on and was trying to save me from getting sexually assaulted by Marcus. I didn’t really notice the significance of Willy leading me upstairs at first. I guess I figured there was another kitchen upstairs where the other fridge was. God I was so naive.

He opened a door and led me into a room. Turning on the lights showed me a bed against the wall, a desk, a lava lamp, and a small fridge. Willy opened the fridge and grabbed a can of coke. He poured into two red cups, handing me one of them. “Cheers.” “Cheers.” I tasted it. It was really good!

“This is my first time drinking soda,” I admitted. I figured all Mormons abstained from soda pop but my few hours of experience in college, even at a Mormon college, may have proven me wrong, so I was a bit shy about that.

“I know,” Willy nodded. He took our cups and set them on the table, then pulled closer to me, looked me in the eye and tried to kiss me. I’ve kissed boys before. Even though I’m Mormon, I guess I’m kind of pretty so I had always gotten a lot of attention from boys. But those little quick pecks were childish kisses from high school boys. I wouldn’t even know how to kiss for real, but I also didn’t want to kiss a black guy either. He was moving too fast and aggressive. I didn’t give any indication that I liked him. Just because I went upstairs to his room? I had to put a stop to this. I pulled away from him.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like black guys?” Willy accused.

I defended myself “What? No! I do! I mean…”

Willy smiled and nodded, “I knew it right when you walked in the house. I could tell you’re the type of girl who needs a black guy in her life.” Willy grabbed me and pulled me to him, opening his mouth wide for a kiss. No, that wasn’t true at all, but I was worried I might offend him, offend his race, so I reluctantly parted my mouth and allowed him to kiss me. It’s just one kiss, right?

His smell was musky, manly, and… I don’t know, I just don’t know. He kissed me more aggressively, enveloping my small lips inside of his, pulling me towards him by the back of my neck. When I opened my mouth to try to say something, he snuck his tongue inside my mouth and found mine. He tasted my entire mouth with his tongue…my entire mouth! Was I doing it right? Did this…make him happy? When his free hand wandered down to my behind, I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. His hand went immediately to my chest.

That wasn’t the first time a guy has tried to feel me up there. I immediately tried to pull away but he closed the gap and pressed me against the desk. “Stop,” I said, finally being able to breathe. “Remember the pledge.” This tactic had always been successful in stopping boys from going too far as it reminded them to recite the pledge of virginity, we all made when we turned 13. The pledge that we have thumbtacked to the wall.

“What pledge?” Willy asked.

“The pledge on your wall…” I looked on the wall behind him to look for a piece of paper with the pledge written on it. I only saw a bulletin board. Stuck on it was a class schedule, football practice schedule, and at the very top were a bunch of women’s panties lined up in rows. This boy was no virgin it seemed. In fact, he was no boy at all. As tall as he was, as strong as he was, he seemed more like a grown man to me.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just blurted out something to change the mood.

“Do you play football?” I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. “Don’t you know you with the starting quarterback right now?”

“So, um, what does a quarter back do?” I asked, trying desperately to get him to think of something other than what was so obviously on his mind.

He licked his lips. “Models. Cheerleaders. Teachers. Coach’s wives. Coach’s daughters. Seniors. Freshmen. Virgin Freshmen.” OK, this was not a man who took a virginity pledge. Quite the opposite, I think he actually takes girls virginities.

It was time to leave. I had to escape him any way possible. I quickly ducked down and slid under his arms and ran towards the door. I almost made it when I felt him picking me up from behind and pulling me back. I turned and kicked and hit him but it was like hitting a rock as his body was pure muscle. He picked me back up and tossed me onto the bed like I was some prize he had just won.

“You ain’t going nowhere pretty lady.” He took off his shirt and pants and climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between my legs, and pinned me down. I was so scared. I froze. He went back to French kissing me, his tongue digging deep into my throat, circling and swiping around my mouth, tasting my saliva, his hands went under my shirt and under my bra, feeling my breasts and squeezing them hard. “Them some nice itty bitties.” Ouch! I froze. I didn’t want to get bruised.

Wait, did he just insinuate that my breasts were small? I don’t think my 32C’s were small…maybe in the grasp of his huge hands though. With his other arm he undid my pants and pulled them and my panties off completely. I didn’t want to fight him and make noise because I didn’t want anyone to think that anything was happening up in his room. After this was over I could pretend that nothing happened.

He pulled my shirt up and took my breasts into his mouth, licking my nipples with his big long tongue. I had never had this happen before. My nipples felt so sensitive. I hated my body. “No, no, no, no” I repeated. He looked at me, licked his fingers, and wet my vagina with his saliva. What’s going on? He licked his lips as he placed his penis against the opening of my vagina. He inched it in, pulled it out, and inched it in again. It’s happening. It’s really happening to me. I closed my eyes.

Every time he pushed in, I squealed in pain. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I like to look at they eyes when I bust the cherry” I opened my eyes and met his, afraid of what would happen if I didn’t do what he said. I’ve watched enough of the news to know that bad things happen to girls who fight back against black guys raping them.

Pleased with me, he grinned. He grinded his teeth and thrusted in as hard as he could, breaking through my tough hymen, going deep all the way inside of me. I covered my mouth and screamed in pain, hoping no one downstairs heard. Willy had a smirk on his face and he fucked his menacing cock into me, fucking his big thing in and out of me. I don’t know how big it was but it felt huge. I was in so much pain. His penis was tearing me apart.

Willy on the other hand was enjoying himself. “Yeah, that’s some good pussy. That’s how I like it. Squeeze that pussy for me baby. Squeeze it.” He was pounding into me harder and harder, making the bed squeak every time he pounded into me. Tears were running down my face but it only seemed to make him fuck me harder.

I was sure that everyone downstairs could hear that now. I was so ashamed. My roommates must have been hearing me lose my virginity. They were probably laughing about it. I bet they took me here on purpose to give to one of these guys, like some kind of offering. “God I love fucking white pussy,” Willy groaned triumphantly.

I shouldn’t have given him the pleasure of staring into my blue eyes as he deflowered me. I wanted to hit him, but the closest thing I could do was to squeeze my pussy, thinking I would make his cock hurt. It only made it feel better for him. “That’s it, baby, that’s a good girl. Yeah you’re a good fuck.” But it did make it hurt less as when I gripped hard on his penis it slowed down his thrust just enough to stop him from bottoming out in me.

Willy towered over me as he fucked me. That’s what was happening, right? I was getting fucked. That’s what they call this. “You thought yous was gonna give away this pussy on your wedding day didn’t you?” That was just a fairytale that would never come true. My virginity instead was taken by a tall, black football player….

Willy boasted “I knew I was gonna fuck you the second I saw you walk through the door.” …a black football player who apparently decided when he greeted me into his home that he was going to stick his dick into my pussy whether I was going to let him or not. Most Mormon girls I assume come to school here as virgins. And they have no idea that when they walk into this frat house, they’re going to get their virginities taken by some black football player they don’t even know, someone who isn’t even Mormon, shouldn’t even be going to school here. Willy was fucking me for what seemed like an eternity.

He wanted to fully enjoy my body for all it was worth. I just wanted him to hurry up and finish. He drove his long and wide cock into me furiously. “I love fucking plantation pussy!” he exclaimed.

“I’m not…I didn’t…come…from a…plan…tation! My family didn’t own slaves!” I objected.

“No but I bet your great granddaddy did. Now I get to fuck his great granddaughter This called a reparations fuck! This pussy is owed to me! This pussy belong to me. You serve me now. Say it!”

Again, I didn’t want to end up on the news, so I did what he asked. “I…my pussy belongs to you. I serve you,” I whispered.

“Damn right you fucking white cunt!” he said with his spit splashing on my face. It scared me but I knew I had to play along.

He reached down and rubbed my nipples. I really hated that feeling because they were so sensitive. I put my hands on his chest trying to push him away, but instead found myself rubbing his well-defined chest muscles. I ran my fingers over his nipples like he was doing to me, hoping it would make him finish faster. It felt weird because I was participating, so it wasn’t even rape anymore, this was more like two people having sex. I felt so ashamed.

“I’m getting close!” said Willy.

I think I knew what that meant. “Please don’t get me pregnant,” I pleaded.

Willy smirked as he fucked me faster and faster. “Girl don’t you know the best feeling in the world for a black man is cumming deep inside a white girl’s pussy? I cum inside every girl I fuck. I wanna knock up as many white bitches as possible!”

“Please…no” I begged. God, this couldn’t be happening. Am I nothing but a pleasure fuck for this black man? I have brains, beauty, I believe in God. I am worth so much more than this. My vagina doesn’t define me. I am not just a cum dumpster.

Willy groans loudly as he shot his streams of his semen into me, “uhhhh! fuck yeah!” I gasped at the feeling of his hot cum shooting like a stream against the walls of my vagina. I felt the warm liquid drenching my cervix.

“Oh my God! No!” I cried.

Willy kept cumming, groaning each time until he had shot his last wad into me, “Take dis nut!”

It was done. The black bastard did it. He popped my cherry that I had been saving for 18 years and he has knocked me up for sure. I had no doubt that I would be having a black baby. He bred me like a stallion breeds a mare.

“That was so fucking good. You bred now, black bred. This pussy belong to me now,” Willy looked at me threateningly, waiting for me to repeat what he had just said.

“You bred me, you claimed me, my pussy belongs to you,” I uttered in defeat and shame.

Willy stayed inside of me, on top of me. He gazed into my eyes with a satisfied grin. He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back. I found his tongue with mine and tasted him, smelled him. I felt like a stupid, dumb slut who’s only worth was pleasuring this black man. I realized that I had just had sex. I’d been fucked. This was my first time. I wanted to feel romance, some passion, some love. I rubbed my hands on his back as we made out. He rubbed my pussy and clit. For the first time I let myself fully feel pleasure.

It didn’t matter anymore that he was someone I had just met. It didn’t matter anymore that he had forced me. I just wanted to feel more than a used piece of meat. I wanted to be more than just a fuck hole. The pressure built up out of nowhere. I felt reaching a point of no return. My whole body squeezed and writhed as I came. My mouth finally parted to scream and convulse in pleasure.

Wa-wa-wa-wow! Oh. My. God! My body shook and exploded. What an intense release! It wasn’t my first orgasm, but it was the best one I had ever had. I wondered when he orgasmed in me earlier if it was as good for him as it was for me. I think it was. That sex was incredible. I think I understand now. This is how it’s supposed to be. Women are submissive. We’re meant to be taken. We were never supposed to save our virginity for marriage. We’re only supposed to save it until someone’s man enough to take it from us. My body belonged to him now.

As Willy rolled over and fell asleep, I got up, got dressed and grabbed my things to leave his room. I found my purse and phone, but not my panties. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible. When I left the room and started walking down the stairs, I could still hear music was playing but there was hardly anyone around. I assume all the guys in the frat house took girls to their bedrooms. At least I’d feel better about it if I wasn’t the only girl who got fucked tonight. And from the way the girls were flirting with the guys earlier, I’m pretty sure every black guy here “got lucky” as they say.

At the bottom of the stairs were two guys talking. Well, everyone got lucky except them, it appears. They were the two guys who sitting on the couch when I first came in. I remember the big, fat, black guy named Marcus. That guy gave me the creeps. He was so aggressive, no wonder no girl let him take her back to his room. I guess Willy was just as aggressive.

I wonder if Marcus had plans to try and do the same thing he did. If so, I had to show him that I wasn’t a weak little girl that’s easy to be taken advantage of, so I walked down the stairs with conviction and kept my hand gripped on the railing just in case he tried to grab me.

I avoided eye contact with both men as I descended the steps, intending to bolt out the door as soon as I got past them, but when I passed them, Marcus tried to grab one of my hands and demanded “Hey white girl, what about me? Don’t I get sum dat tight pus or are you Willy’s bitch now?”

I pulled my hand away forcefully, “Fuck off!” and ran out of the door. The next time I’d see him Marcus wouldn’t make the same mistake of letting me get away so cleanly.

It was still dark outside. I checked my phone which said 3am. I can’t believe that I was at that party for 3 hours. Where were Jessica and Allison? Probably with a couple of those black guys or something. I didn’t want to be their friend anymore. They’re such harlots! I found my way back to my dorm which was a straight line from the frat house, but realized when I looked in my purse that I didn’t have my dorm key. I didn’t think to bring it, thinking that I would come back with my roommates.

I knocked on the glass door of the lower dorm entrance for 15 minutes until finally someone came out. It was a boy with no shirt on. But a white boy, thank god. If he had been black, I swear I would have run the other way, feeling safer to sleep in the bushes. Oh God, those bushes…never mind.

He opened the door for me. “Thank you,” I said. I walked past him briskly to the end of the hallway where the door that led to my floor was, but it was locked. “I’m sorry, can you unlock this one for me? My dorm is upstairs,” I pleaded back at him.

“Sure, hold on,” He slowly made his way over to me and tried to open the door with his card key but it wouldn’t unlock. “Yeah, my key only works for the ground floor, sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s fine, I’ll just wait for someone from my floor to come,” I said.

The boy looked at me while scratching his head, “It’s 3 o’clock in the morning. Everyone’s sleeping already. It’s a school night. Why are you out so late?” He asked.

How dare he assume I was some harlot. “What are you the hall monitor?” I snapped.

The boy backed away and retreated towards his dorm, “Chill babe. Listen, you’re free to stand out here and wait but if no one comes feel free to knock on my door. “

“That’s fine, I’ll wait,” I declined.

“Suit yourself,” he spat back at me as he shut the door. Yeah, right, go into another boy’s room? Get taken advantage of again? Be held down on a bed while some stranger uses my body for carnal pleasures? Nice try, pervert. Thanks but no thanks.

I sat there waiting 30 minutes for someone to show up and unlock the door for me but no one did. I was tired and I really wanted a shower, so I reluctantly decided to get up and knock on that boy’s door. He couldn’t be that bad, right? He was white, he was Mormon, and he did try to help… Maybe I judged him too quickly. The door creaked open. He wasn’t smirking like I thought he’d be. “Come on in. I’m Jake by the way,” the boy said.

“I’m Audrey. Nice to meet you,” I extended my hand to shake his, “Thank you so much. I’m sorry about my attitude earlier. I haven’t had a good night.”

“No worries. We’re all friends here,” he chimed. Wait, where have I heard that phrase before?

Jake walked me in and pointed to his bed, “So you can have the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, that’s OK, I don’t want to inconvenience you, I’ll sleep on the floor,” I countered. I was tired and was worried taking a shower naked in this guy’s dorm room would excite him, so I just plopped onto the ground and tried to fall asleep. It was difficult to keep my eyes shut. Even though I was so tired, there was so much on my mind about the crazy night that just happened.

I sat up and looked at Jake who was sleeping soundly, but he had given me his only blanket. That was so nice of him. I felt bad and he looked so cute when he was sound asleep, so I decided to climb into his twin size bed and draped the blanket over the both of us. Jake awoke, turned and looked at me and started to get up from the bed, grabbing his pillow.

I held onto his arm, “No wait, just sleep here. There’s plenty of room. You only have one blanket,” I said.

“I’m alright, it’s not cold. You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the ground,” he replied.

I pulled him back down onto his bed, “No, I….I’d feel safer with someone next to me, please…like I said I haven’t had a good night,” I pleaded. Jake looked confused, but finally nodded, rolled over and went back to sleep.

I still had trouble with shut eye as I kept replaying in my head what Willy had done to me. Him on top of me between my legs. Him spreading my legs wide. Him putting my legs on his shoulders as he drilled me into his squeaky mattress. Him ejaculating inside me despite my objections. God, what if I’m pregnant? I felt so lonely and hopeless.

I put my arm on Jake’s shoulder and snuggled closer to him. He felt so warm. I pulled my legs up and spooned him, placed my hand on his chest and rubbed lightly. It didn’t take long for him to notice. He turned around, caught me smiling at him, and we started making out, his hands rubbing all over my body, cupping my breasts lightly over my shirt. How gentlemanly. I pulled my pants down myself because I didn’t want him to reach down and notice that I wasn’t wearing panties.

He got on top of me, dropped his boxers, and asked me, “Are you sure?”

“I… I don’t know. Umm….OK..yes? I think…yes,” I replied.

All he needed to hear was a yes, everything before that was nonsense. He entered me with one solid thrust. It was quicker than I was expecting. “Ow! Oh my God! Dude!” I screeched.

Jake chuckled, “I busted your cherry?” How sinister! Wait, does he think that I’m still a virgin? I could use this to my advantage. I made myself small, looked up at him and shyly nodded. “Wow, you’re really wet. You must be really horny,” he boasted. He didn’t know what was lubricating our union was Willy’s thick sperm.

He thrusted himself in and out of me as he gritted his teeth. He was almost as rough as Willy, pounding my body into his mattress. Did he have roommates? I wondered if they could hear us. I wondered if the neighboring dorms could hear us. It was so quiet other than the sound of clapping and squeaking. I wondered if the whole floor could hear us.

Five minutes later Jake was panting and fucking me faster and faster. I could tell he was about to orgasm. This was my chance. Become a single mother to a half black baby or hopefully get married to a handsome, white Mormon guy. I wrapped my legs around him tight. I wanted him to finish inside me. I wanted him to think that I’d be having his baby.

“OOoohhhh yeah, fuck yeah!!!” Jake groaned as he triumphantly released his seed into me, his penis pulsating. Mission accomplished, I smiled in relief. This might be my ticket out of the mess I had gotten myself into earlier. Jake rolled off of me and exhaled. “Babe, that was sooo good! Did you cum?” he asked, clearly expecting a yes. The audacity! Did he really expect a girl to orgasm after 5 minutes of pumping?

“Yes… yes I did” I uttered softly with a smile. He kissed me and went back to sleep.

I woke up from the light of dawn shining through the windows. Where was I? I sat up and looked around, noticing that Jake was sleeping on his bed across the room while I was laying naked on a different bed. I could hear the shower running. My butt hole was in pain. It felt like it was torn. I got up to look for my clothes and felt a liquid leaking out of my butt hole. Something weird definitely happened last night.

I went into the bathroom to relieve and wipe up all the semen leaking from my pussy and whatever was leaking from my ass which had the same consistency as sperm. Oh sweet Joseph, was I butt raped? By who? A boy peaked out of the shower. He was tall with short brown hair, kind of nerdy looking. And he had this proud smirk on his face. OK, butt rape confirmed. Oh, my, god, I really am a fucking cum dumpster.

I smiled back at him, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing me horrified. How did I even get to his bed? Did I climb in there myself? Maybe I was the one who raped him? I don’t know, but I was so ashamed of myself. I’ve only been at college for one day and I’ve already had sex with three guys!

When I came out of the bathroom, Jake was getting dressed for class. He came over and kissed me on the lips. “Hey, I have to get to class, but here’s some money for plan B,” he handed me a $100 bill.

“Plan B?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, you’re a freshman, right? So the health center is in building C1 across campus. I have to go, see ya,” Jake kissed me again and left.

Plan B is an abortion pill. Is that legal here? On this campus? A Mormon campus? I guess he had no intentions of marrying me after all. But I guess it’s better this way. I hadn’t realized that this was an option for me. No one will ever know and I could start all over again as new. There was just one loose end and that was my panties that I had left in Willy’s room. I didn’t want them to be hung up like someone’s trophy. I had this odd fear of my parents and family walking into Willy’s room and seeing my panties hung up as a notch on his board. How awful if that were to actually happen! Before I would get the plan B pill, I had to get my panties back.

I dreaded the walk back to that black frat house. Excuse me, I don’t mean to sound racist. I definitely am not racist. Technically it’s the football team frat house and most of the players happen to be black. The house looked bigger in the day time. It’s kind of huge, not quite plantation style as there was no porch or balconies… more like a big, white, run-down kind of style, the kind that drugs would be sold out of or something.

As I walked up the steps to the door it suddenly opened, big Marcus walking out in a hurry and was startled to see me. He quickly looked down the street to my right and my left. Satisfied that there were no police officers coming to arrest him, he quizzed, “Watchu want, blondie?”

“I’m looking for Willy,” I demanded.

“He at study hall,” said Marcus. I didn’t believe him. I marched up the steps and went right past him into the frat house. I made my way up the stairs and knocked on Willy’s room. Marcus shouted from the bottom of the stairs, “I told ya he ain’t here!” Ignoring him, I tried the knob but it was locked. I had to think of something.

I looked back at Marcus and sternly said, “I left my phone in there. I want it back.”

“Hol up hol up, ain’t nobody who don’t live here gonna take anything outta this house. You gonna have to come back when he’s around,” Marcus reprimanded.

“I NEED my phone to confirm one of my CLASSES or else I’ll get DROPPED. PLEASE!” I begged. Marcus sighed, knowing that this was indeed a possibility that he didn’t want to be responsible for.

“Alright, alright, what’s your phone look like?” he asked.

“It’s an Iphone…” I told him. Marcus shook his head. “…with a PINK and SPARKLY CASE!” I shouted.

Marcus nodded, “Aight I’ll open the door for ya.” Marcus struggled walking up the stairs, huffing and puffing on the way. This is our star football player? He’s not in very good shape. Finally, he made it up, opened the door with his key and I barged in, looking under the covers, under the bed, on and under the desk, and then that’s when I turned around and saw it…my white panties with pink lace were hung up on the bulletin board.

Marcus noticed where I was staring. He went over to the board and grabbed my panties. I thought that he was getting them for me, but instead he brought it up to his nose and took a deep sniff. “Man, would I like to get up in some of that…” Marcus had that look in his eye. The look of predatory lust. No way, I couldn’t let him have me too! I marched toward him and slammed my fists into his chest.

He picked me up like a rag doll. I kept beating on his chest, screaming “No! No! No! No!” He set me down on the bed gently as I was still hitting him, and laid his entire weight onto me. Oh, dear Joseph! I could not breathe.

He was so heavy! His face was twice the size of mine. He opened his mouth and covered both my mouth and nose. He kissed, slurped, and sucked at my mouth and nose. He ran his tongue up from my tips to my nose and around and around. I couldn’t breathe. I tried turning my head to the side but he used his large hands to keep it in place as he sucked my face.

I managed to get a breath and begged him, “Stop!” I realized I hadn’t even brushed my teeth this morning. “My breath…I haven’t brushed,” I pleaded.

“Yo breath smell good. It smell real good,” Marcus assured me.

I needed to get him off me. “Please, I can’t do this without brushing my teeth. I feel…gross. Just let me brush first, okay?” I begged. Marcus finally let up.

He pulled me by the hand and led me to the bathroom, pointing to a tube of toothpaste. “I ain’t got no extra toothbrush, so you gonna have to use a finger, and make it fast. I have to get to class in 5 minutes,” Marcus warned.

I put a dab of toothpaste on my finger and brushed as well as I could. After I rinsed Marcus opened the door and I immediately tried to bolt out. I almost made it to the stairs when I felt an arm grab my wrist and pull me back. Marcus clutched my body and dragged me back into Willy’s room. I thought he might take me to his room and maybe I could make a run for it again, but he was too smart for that. He took the shortest path to a mattress.

I backed up and sat on the bed and pleaded again, “Please, let me go. I’m late for class.”

Marcus shook his head. “I got me a pretty little white girl, ready to get nekkid, Imma get nekkid too, and we gon do the nasty,” Marcus grinned and licked his lips.

“Please, please…I can’t do this, I’m….” not a virgin, anymore, Audrey. “…I just wanna go, please,” I pressed.

“Who you fuck last night?” Marcus quizzed.

I gave him the answer, “Um, Willy?” Why was he asking me that?

“But who saw you first?” Marcus asked. Actually, Willy did, but I knew what he wanted me to say. “Um, you did?” I answered softly.

“See you was sposed to be mine…” he grabbed me by the pussy, “Dis belong to me, and I ain’t had it yet, you unnastand?” I knew what he meant. He wasn’t letting me leave without getting what was supposed to be his. He thinks Willy stole me from him. I realized there was no chance in hell I was going to make it out of this house without getting railed by this 300lb man boy.

I nodded my head in agreement and laid down on the bed. He quickly pulled my shirt and bra off. He pulled my pants off. He got down on his knees, put his fat face between my legs as I saw on the edge of the bed. “Now I don’t do this for just any girl. You special,” Marcus winked. His warm, wet tongue touched the other lips of my pussy.

Oh God, the heat, the tingles! He ate me, slurping my vagina, kissing what I think is my clitoris, licking my folds, sticking his tongue deep inside me and swirling it around, flicking my clitoris with his tongue, reaching up and squeezing my breasts with his huge, fleshy hands. Suddenly I felt the intense pressure in my body again. I couldn’t stop it, but I didn’t want to. My body exploded as I came for a second time in as many days, my legs shivering until I squirted onto the floor. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Marcus positioned himself at my entrance. “Damn girl, even I didn’t know I lick pussy that good,” he chuckled. I looked down to see his penis. It was short but wide, very wide, as wide as a big potato It hurt bad when he pushed it in.

“It won’t fit!” I screamed.

“I know, but imma make it fit.” With that Marcus rammed the whole thing up my vagina, filling out whatever was left for it to stretch. He pulled himself out and admired the gaping hole that he had left behind, “Damn, I dropped a MOAB into that pussy!” I felt so humiliated. I had been a virgin 24 hours earlier, with a closed vagina and a barrier to protect it, and now it’s become a gaping hole you could see down into.

Marcus thrusted his potato cock back into me. Every time he pulled out and shoved it back in it would stretch my cervical bones. Why the heck did God give black men such big dicks? It hurts so bad! Marcus was enjoying the tightness, savoring the squeeze my pelvic bones were giving him on every thrust. He was having me while I was most lubricated as my vagina had squirted lube for his cock. He fucked me so hard, and he had all of his weight on top of me, going in and out of my pussy just like Willy had done last night.

I could hardly breathe and wanted him to finish soon. He was panting. As I held his head against my neck so that he could not kiss me, I felt something for him. He’s right that I was supposed to be his last night. Seeing how much he was enjoying taking me, how much pleasure he was getting from my body, I felt bad that he almost didn’t get a second chance to have me. He got to fuck me because I went back to the house. I owed him my body, at least once, for reparations.

“I’m so close!” he warned. I knew he would cum inside me whether I wanted it or not. There was no sense in objecting to it. I pulled his head up and stuck my tongue into his mouth. He licked my tongue and whole mouth while he fucked me. It felt so good now, to be used for pleasure. I wanted him to know that I wanted him to enjoy me to the fullest. I nodded my head in agreement.

“Do it…cum in me.,” I allowed.

Marcus snarled, “Fuck yeah, I’m bout to nut all inside yo pussy. Yeah, you want this nut? You gonna get it blondie. I’m gonna nut in your tight little white pussy!” he exclaimed

“Yes, Marcus, yes! Fuck me! Take what’s yours. Cum in this white pussy!” I pleaded.

Marcus stiffened and spasmed, groaning and roaring “Ahhh!” as he emptied all of his pent up cum that he had wanted to deposit in me hours earlier. Marcus breathed in and out heavily, coming down from the finish. He laid himself onto the bed and I snuck out from under him. I got dressed and high tailed out of there, leaving my panties behind. Those panties had belonged to a girl, but I realized that I’m no longer a girl.

I walked as fast as I could to the Health building. There was a long line of students that went out the door. I asked the girl in front of me at the back of the line what this line was for. “To see a doctor, to get prophylactics, plan B, abortion pills…” she replied. Fuck, I’m going to be here all day. I noticed sitting on the sidewalk was a very pretty girl who was clearly upset. She was crying. Wait, why wasn’t I crying? After what happened to me, shouldn’t I be crying too? Oh lord, suddenly I started getting flashes of what happened to me last night with Jake’s roommate.

I had woken up from feeling a warmth and wetness on my nipples. His face was different. It startled me. “Relax, my name’s Mark. Don’t worry, we’re all friends here.” So groggy, I turned around, closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. I was awoken again by the covers being pulled away from my body. Then I felt my pants being pulled halfway down. I knew what was going to happen but I didn’t care. I was so tired, he could do whatever he wanted to me, it was just my body. It was my mind that needed to sleep.

There was weight on my legs, then a warm liquid on my butt and fingers spreading it into my butthole. I felt intense pain as the guy on top of me shoved his penis into my ass. “Now that’s a tight little ass,” he chuckled. It took several thrusts for the lubricant or spit, whatever to work its way in and coat the inside of my ass. “Good girl,” he whispered.

His thrusts were long and deep. He wasn’t as wide as the others, but he was much longer, his penis reaching all the way up inside until it hit my guts. I tried to relax to take it all in. And then the thrusting got faster and faster. I could hear him moaning and breathing hard and heavy. A sweaty hand reached under and cupped my breast, fingers pinching my nipple. He kept pumping into me like I was his personal sex toy. He was going faster and faster and then he forcefully pushed his penis as far as it would go and then some, my guts feeling an invading pressure.

He groaned loudly as his penis grew bigger inside me. I felt his cock twitching deep inside my ass. I could feel streams of cum shooting into my deepest depths, making my butt feel full of a big warm puddle inside. When he was done and satisfied, he withdrew, rolled over and fell asleep. I fell asleep too, with my pants still pulled halfway down. I guess it’s not just black guys who are taking advantage of girls here.

Looking at the line, I counted at least 50 girls. All girls. I realized I wasn’t the only one who got fucked last night, most likely against their will too. I wondered how many of them were virgins. Did they even have enough Plan B for all 50 of us? This wasn’t right. If the school knows about this, how can they let this go on? I was so mad! I had to speak to someone. I left the line and went to find my guidance counselor.

My guidance counselor was Margaret Breault, a well-dressed, sophisticated looking woman who had piercing eyes. “Have a seat, my dear. Now what can I do for you, Miss Moore?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled. “Mrs. Breault…” I started.

“Please dear, you can call me Margaret,” she interrupted.

“Mrs. Margaret…. I was…. raped…. last night, and this morning…. by multiple guys. I want to make a report,” I claimed.

Margaret was shocked. “Raped? Oh, dear. By whom?!” Margaret opened a notebook and got a pen ready to take names.

“The first one’s name is Willy. He’s on the football team. I think he plays nickel back. I mean…. quarter back,” I said.

Margaret looked dead at me, put down the pen and shut the notebook, her tone instantly changing, “Football player?”

“Yeah, I went to this…my roommates dragged me to this party at this frat house where a bunch of football players live. Two of them raped me. One did it to me last night and another one this morning when I came back to…”

Margaret interrupted, “You came back to the place you had gotten raped, and then you got raped again?”

I continued, “I know how this sounds, it’s stupid, but he stole my panties so I….”

Margaret interrupted, “OK, I’m going to stop you right there. Listen…Ms. Moore, do you know why strong black athletes come to our school?” she asked.

“Because we have a good football team?” I asked.

“And why do we have a good football team?” she asked.

“Because we have good players?” I replied.

Margaret explained, “Listen closely dear. These athletes can go to any school they want. We have a great football program thanks to them. But they wouldn’t be here if there weren’t any perks. So, we turn a blind eye to things we don’t allow Mormons to have, like soda, marijuana, alcohol, and sex. If we didn’t let them have sex with all these pretty white girls…blondes, brunettes, redheads, raven heads, they would never want to come to this school.”

“But they raped me!” I begged.

“Oh dear, you are such a pretty little thing. Look at you. Those tits. Those hips. What hormonal college aged boy could resist you? They can’t help themselves, dear. It’s not their fault. Our boys need to ejaculate. It’s animalistic and natural,” she reminded me.

“But not inside of me!” I raised my voice.

Margaret shook her head. “You were chosen to come here because we knew that our football players love to look at girls like you. And flirt with, date…”

I interrupted her, “and fuck! They fucked me! They took my virginity!”

Margaret nodded, pleased, “We figured you were a virgin. That’s always a bonus when we accept a pretty virgin. Who was the lucky guy? Willy, you said? I hope that motivates him to throw more touchdowns this year,” she smiled gleefully.

I was shocked, “Excuse me? Are you saying you accept girls into this school specifically for members of the football team to have sex with? We’re innocent, naive virgins and you threw us in with the wolves! They’re black guys who lust after white girls, and they are strong as fuck so there’s nothing we can do to stop them from fucking us as much as they want! They’re impregnating all us Mormon girls! They fucked so many of us last night there might not be enough Plan B to go around! How could you whore us out like that?!” I cried.

Margaret sighed, reached into her drawer and handed me a packet. It was a sample of Plan B. “I got raped by three guys last night. On my first night at school! Actually, four guys! I don’t want to go to this school anymore. I want to transfer out!” I demanded.

“Four guys? I thought it was two?” Margaret quizzed.

“Two black guys, one white dude at my dorm, and I think his roommate raped me too,” I clarified.

Margaret smiled, “Oh, well, see? It’s not just a black thing. Men have…urges,” she explained.

I glared at her, “I WANT TO TRANSFER OUT.”

Margaret got up from her chair, “OK, wait there. Now, Miss Moore, to show you that I am not heartless, because you went through a traumatic experience this semester, I’m going to allow you to transition to independent study. You can do all of your classwork on-line in your own time. I’ll notify your teachers,” she offered.

It was at least a way for me to clear my head and give me time to think about whether or not I was willing to stay here. I did after all get a scholarship and I don’t think I could afford to pay for a different college. “Um, OK, that actually sounds like it would be good for me. So, I don’t have to attend any classes?” I asked.

“Well, you do have to go to Psychology 101 since that is your major, but that is the only one,” Margaret detailed.

“OK, that’s fine then,” I accepted.

I left the guidance counselor’s office and went back to the Health center where I found the girl who I had seen crying earlier and handed her the Plan B that was given to me. “If you need this, you can have it.” She hugged me and thanked me. I gave her my number and left to go get ready for my one class. If I end up pregnant, so be it. It’s God’s will.

I found my PSYCH 101 class which was a lecture hall. I sat in the front like I usually did in high school. I got there early but pretty soon the whole hall was nearly full. After noticing that no one else was in the first five rows I decided to move back a few rows. The professor walked in. Mr. Avery was a tall black man, as tall as a basketball player.

For the next 3 hours I listened intently to everything he said. The impression I got was that he was pro-feminist and pro-social justice. Right now, that was like a Catch-22 for me. But he also came across as fair and balanced and one of the things that he mentioned was that his office was always open and that we were always welcome to talk to him privately about the issues of ethics. I wanted to speak to him about my issues with this school and about the students who took advantage of me. I was determined to see him after class. After my meeting with Mrs. Margaret, I was so dejected, but I thought maybe Mr. Avery could help.

Knock. “Come in,” said Mr. Avery. He sat behind his desk while squinting at his computer screen.

“Hi Mr. Avery, I’m Audrey Moore, I’m a student in your class, PSYCH 101,” I introduced myself.

“Miss Moore, how can I help you?” asked Mr. Avery, glued to his screen.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who to talk to about this. I tried going to my guidance counselor, but…. see, something happened to me last night. I was…taken advantage of,” I confessed.

Mr. Avery removed his glasses and made eye contact with me, “And your guidance counselor did not offer you help?” There were a few seconds of silence.

I started to cry and could barely speak coherently, “It was a football player. Two. And another student in my dorm. But it seems like football players have some kind of special status, immunity here. Even worse, I think the only reason I got into this school was…I don’t know…like I was a gift for them, and other girls were too. I’m sorry Mr. Avery, I’m so embarrassed and ashamed. I’m on independent study now, except for this class, but I don’t know if I can handle coming here, walking by other students wondering if they know, if they’re laughing at me, making fun of me, or even plotting to take advantage me.”

Mr. Avery looked at me with a hand under his chin for several seconds before speaking, “Did you say football players?”

I spouted, “Yes, I don’t get it. Are they like a protected species here or something? I mean, I didn’t mean it like that, I mean, it just seems like at this campus, a Mormon campus, they can do anything they want and get away with it.”

Mr. Avery shook his head, “Miss Moore…Audrey, I assume you had learned about slavery in school?” he asked.

“Yes, of course, but…” I stammered, “my family did not own slaves!”

Mr. Avery continued, “Did you know that your last name, Moore, is a very common last name of African Americans, or protected species as you had inferred?”

“I told you I didn’t mean that, and what does my name have anything to do with this?” I defended.

Mr. Avery sighed, “Miss Audrey, Moore is a slave name. Many African Americans have the last name Moore because they took their master’s last names. Your family, Miss Moore, absolutely, unequivocally, were slave owners. The Moore family is responsible for owning, abusing, raping hundreds if not thousands of black slaves.”

I cried desperately, “But I didn’t do anything! My family never owned slaves!”

Mr. Avery interjected, “Maybe not, but the Moore family name is responsible for the repayment of those slaves. That is a fact.”

“What, you mean reparations? Like, OK, I don’t have money,” I complained.

Mr. Avery got up and sat on the desk right in front of me, “Money isn’t enough, Miss Moore. African Americans, especially African American men, want ownership.”

“What, you want to own white people? Isn’t that illegal?” I wondered. Mr. Avery boldly reached out and firmly fondled my breast. I was a bit stunned but I stayed tall and pretended it didn’t faze me.

“This is the next best thing,” he looked at me like I was a young, stupid girl. His other hand reached out and fondled my other breast. I kept still as before. “As slaves our masters dangled the fruits of pleasure right in front of our eyes but we weren’t allowed to have it. In fact, we could be killed just for drooling over your exquisite, milky white bodies. Those who dared to take what we lusted after were hung for all to see. Today we are finally in a free society where we can and we will take what belongs to us.”

He stroked my blonde hair. “So lovely, so beautiful.” He sniffed it and exhaled. “Slave owners like the Moore’s have bred beautiful and lovely great… great… great granddaughters to satiate our animalistic lust. Miss Moore, it is your duty to sexually satisfy as many black men as possible, and if you breed a white daughter, she too must give herself to all black men who decide to take ownership of her. Do you understand?” he lectured.

It was convincing coming from a man of his stature and status. It was a lot to take in. It frightened me. Was I born just to be a sexual servant to young black men? To be the vessel that takes their orgasms and loads of semen? Mr. Avery unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, thick cock. It was the first one that I had seen this close. It was long and head heavy, slightly curving downward, “Miss Moore, show me that you understand.”

I finally understood what my role was for black men young and old. I reached out and touched his penis, grabbed it with my hands, put my face up close to it. It smelled so masculine. I parted my mouth and covered the head of his penis with my lips. Mr. Avery grabbed my head and pulled it down halfway onto his cock before I resisted. He pulled my head back by the hair, and then pushed it back down again. Pretty soon I was bobbing up and down on my own. It tasted like salty, musky flesh. It was hard yet soft at the same time. I could feel it throbbing in my mouth.

“Deeper,” he said. I tried to relax and put my mouth as far down as I could. I could feel his penis hitting the back of my throat. “Deeper,” he said. I obliged by straining to take even more of it into my mouth. It was curved perfectly to enter down my throat. I felt the head rubbing against and expanding the width of my throat. I tried to bob up and down. My saliva and the mucus in my throat were lubricating him well. I licked the bottom of his shaft from side to side. I used all of my mouth to put pressure around the circumference of his penis, to make him feel good, to make him happy, to pay him back what my family owed to him.

He threw his head back and groaned loudly. He was going to cum straight down my throat. I felt the pressure in my throat as his penis twitched and stiffened. He was having his orgasm and shooting a lot of thick sperm into my throat. I started to gag a bit but he held my head with both hands and pushed me further down until my face was flat against his pelvis. He came loads into my throat. And then he pulled his penis out halfway up and started jerking it with his hands as I felt him shoot long spurts of cum into my mouth. I could taste the semen on my tongue and felt it at the top of my mouth. It was so much slimy, gooey cum. “Swallow,” he commanded. I didn’t know if I could, but I tried. I had to keep taking gulps 4-5 times before I got it all down, finally, just a drop or two running down the side of my mouth. After he took his cock out I could finally breath.

It took me awhile to catch my breath as I was panting heavily. He was the same. “Did I do good, Mr. Avery?” I wondered.

Mr. Avery smiled, nodded and exhaled, “Yes, sweetie, you did so good.” Here was my chance to get something out of this.

I pushed, “Do I get an A in the class, Mr. Avery?”

He was still breathing heavily, “Yes, my dear, you most certainly get an A.”

I got up, leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. “Thank you, Mr. Avery. I’ll see you around, bye!” I winked at him.

“Bye, precious,” he smiled with his eyes closed, satisfied.

CH. 2 – RAMEN GIRL’S SECRET INGREDIENT

I just realized that in less than 24 hours, all my holes had been taken for the first time by different men, from young athletes to an aging professor. How the heck was I going to keep this up for another four years? This was too intense for me. I refused to be a sex toy for football recruits and tenured professors.

I went back to my dorm room and packed my things. To this college I was nothing more than a white sex slave for black boys and men. They really take reparations seriously here. They brought me in just so I could be used and abused by black football players and black faculty members. Who knows, maybe even the black janitor has already called dibs on me next. I refused to be a victim. I refused to be a slave. I think I had already repaid my family’s debt to slave ownership as much as I was willing to. I was leaving while still enrolled. I had all of my classes on-line and had already secured an A in Psych. Maybe I’ll come back once a semester to arrange another A in subsequent Psych classes so that I won’t have to attend. With all of this free time I wasn’t going to stay around and get ogled, stalked, and raped, especially when nobody higher up was willing to do anything about it.

By nightfall I had packed my clothes, toiletries and laptop. I made arrangements for my new destination on-line. As I dragged my cart full of belongings out of my dorm, letting my room’s door close behind me, I bumped into Monique. “Girl where you going? Was the first day of classes that bad?” she asked.

I gauged her expression but couldn’t make out if she knew what had happened to me or not. I thought she was going to be my best friend here. I guess I still did because I felt comfortable enough around her to start tearing up. I composed myself and answered, “I’m taking a gap year to Japan. I’ll email you, okay? Bye.” I hugged her.

“Japan? What? Now? Girl what did those boys do to you?” She knew. Of course, she knew.

“I’ll tell you everything over e-mail,” I said.

Monique held her hand out to stop me, “Hold up, blondie. I’ll be right back.” She dropped into her room and came back with a red zip bag. “Take it,” she smiled as she handed it to me. I opened it up. Inside was bandages, some ointment, condoms, lubricant, and *a lot* of Plan B pills. I looked at her with jaws dropped. I had almost forgot that I really needed to take one of those Plan B pills or else I’ll end up with a belly full of black baby.

“Thank you,” I embraced her.

“Okay, um, take care and, bon voyage!” She giggled.

I got into an Uber straight to the airport. Why Japan? Well, I had always heard that Japanese people were the most kind and respectful. God knows I could use some kindness and respect in my life right now. I needed to be in a place where I felt safe and not taken advantage of. Some place where I can spread my wings and be me. I had always loved anime and Pokémon!

The international flight to Tokyo was 15 hours straight and I slept the entire flight. After managing to get only an hour of sleep the previous two nights in between losing my virginity in every hole that I had, it felt so good to be able to relax and doze off in safety without the fear of being attacked or taken advantage of. When I woke up there was a hot dinner on my tray that was left by the flight attendants. I was so thankful for that as I was starving.

Once the plane landed, I made it through customs with no problem and retrieved my luggage at the baggage claim. As I stepped outside of the airport, I inhaled the fresh air of Japan for the first time. It smelled so clean. The street outside was lined with taxis and Ubers. I was more of a traditional gal so I took a taxi to my Air B&B. The taxi driver was an older gentleman named Hideo. He spoke good English as we chatted about where I was from and what I was doing here. He was such a sweet man and almost felt like a father figure to me. At the end of the ride, I gave him a tip but he refused, telling me to keep it and have my first bowl of ramen on him. Oh, Mr. Hideo! If everyone in Japan was this nice, I had definitely picked the right country to live in!

The Air B&B was clean and spacious. Of course, I couldn’t afford to stay here long, so the plan was to find a job somewhere. Maybe I could find work as an English teacher. From my research on the internet that was the easiest and best paying job to get for an ex-pat

I took a stroll around the neighborhood to look for something to eat. There were markets, street vending machines, sushi bars, and ramen joints all nearby. The streets were packed with pedestrians but I was the only blonde-haired person in a sea of black-haired Japanese and other Asian tourists. I felt like I was the star of a movie. I noticed a small and quaint ramen place called Sasuke Ramen. It looked like a nice restaurant for my first meal in Japan, paid for by my generous taxi driver, Mr. Hideo.

I walked in and an older Japanese lady greeted me at the door, “Hi, welcome! Please, have a seat wherever you like!”

“Thank you,” I said. I sat by the wall facing the sushi bar. The restaurant was lined with finished wood and had white tables. The decor was simple, bare, even a little rustic. It felt like home.

“Is this your first time?” asked the waitress, who was the same person as the hostess.

“Yes, first time in Japan,” I nodded.

“Do you know what you want?” she asked.

“Can I get the #1?” I asked.

“Tonkatsu Ramen, okay. Anything to drink?”

“Oh, just water…oh wait, actually, can I get a Mango Sake?” I ordered.

“Mango sake, OK,” she wrote it down.

The waitress/hostess came back with both a small glass of water and a bottle of mango sake. “Thank you.” I opened the sake and poured it into the little shot cup she gave me, and downed it in one go. It was tasty.

Minutes later, the waitress came back with my Tonkatsu ramen. “Enjoy,” she said.

“Thank you.” I twirled the noodles in my chop sticks and slurped it up. I just tasted my first real ramen. The noodles were chewy and the broth was so divine I think I could eat this every single day!

And that’s what I did almost every day for a week. I tried other restaurants but my go to ramen was Sasuke’s. Somehow, I’d often end up there after a long walk around town. I walked the streets for hours every day and not a single person cat-called or even stared sketchily at me. This was the safest place on Earth.

One day as I sat at my usual table at Sasuke’s the waitress came over and asked me, “You living here in Japan?”

I replied “Yes, I’m actually at an Air B&B.”

“Oh, are you here for work or just visiting?” she asked.

“Um, I’m actually in school right now, doing on-line classes, but I’m looking for work as an English teacher so that I could stay longer. I love the country so much I hope that I could live here permanently,” I answered.

“You want work?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m looking, but most English schools are a bit far from here,” I told her.

“No, I mean you want to work here?” she offered. My eyes lit up.

“Here? As a waitress?” I asked. I was definitely interested.

“No, you don’t know how to be a waitress, but you can be hostess, yes?” she explained.

“Oh, that’s right, sure, yes, I would love to be your hostess! That would be so wonderful,” I smiled. Is this for real? Had I finally found a job?

“OK, OK, you work here tomorrow, OK? Every day, 8 o clock,” she detailed. Oh wow, every day? That’s a lot of hours. But then again, that’s a lot of pay and I really need the money to be able to afford to keep living here.

Maybe I can find an apartment. “OK, great, I’ll be here tomorrow morning at 8!”

My job was pretty easy. I stood at the front of the restaurant and waited for customers to come in. After greeting customers, I sat them, gave them menus, and helped with English translations sometimes. I found out that Kane (pronounced Kah-nay) Sasuke was the man with the magic hands behind the sushi bar. His specialty was hand rolls which were beautiful and tasty. He was old but sturdy, tall and strong, and not much for words. His wife Komako was the only waitress. When she doesn’t work, which is almost never, the busboy named Kazumi (or Kaz) takes over.

Business was picking up a lot after I started working there, Komako told me. She said that having a foreigner as a waitress made tourists feel more comfortable coming into what might be a rather intimidatingly authentic ramen joint. The Japanese college students and businessmen also liked to come in to coyly stare at me. Mrs. Komako told me that she noticed them look at me and even talk about me in Japanese. They said that I was pretty, my hair so blonde, and my skin so white. I blushed with insecurity, knowing I hadn’t been wearing much makeup or dressed for such glances towards me. I didn’t know that Japanese men even liked American girls. I guess I figured that Japanese girls were like the most beautiful girls in the world, so why would they be interested in boring ol’ me. It was nice to feel pretty though.

I had found a new place to live, a decent, clean apartment at the edge of town that Kaz introduced me to, as he lived in the same complex. Kaz was my height, lanky, and more extroverted than typical Japanese boys. He helped me move all my stuff in and even donated some extra furniture he had. I was so appreciative that I invited him over to cook for him one night. I had made my famous spaghetti which was something Kaz had never eaten before.

Kaz sniffed the plate of spaghetti at the small glass dinner table he was seated at. He took one bite and put his fork down. “It’s sweet,” he looked confused. ”

Yes, it’s the way my grandma made it,” I explained. He didn’t take another bite.

“You don’t like it?” I asked.

“It’s good,” he said.

“But you didn’t eat much. Are you not hungry?” I asked.

“Oh, I am very, very hungry, but for something else…” he said as he stood up from his chair.

I got up and quickly walked to the fridge, “Well, I mostly have American type food here…bread, cheese…Oh! I do have some rice!” I told him.

“No, I want dessert,” he explained. “Well, I have ice cream, would you like a scoop?” I asked.

“Um, I want to eat strawberry,” he blathered.

“I… don’t have any strawberries,” I told him.

He got up and walked towards me. “But…I smell strawberries.” He kept his gaze on me as he came within reach. I shook my head in confusion,

“But I don’t have any…” Kaz interrupted my words by planting an open mouth kiss on me. I panicked. I pushed him away, “Kazumi!” and slapped him on the cheek. “…I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to do that!”

Kaz clutched his cheek, “But, you invited me…” Kaz was confused.

“For dinner! This wasn’t a date. I just wanted to thank you for helping me find a place and helping me move, that’s all!” I panicked.

He looked to the ground, his face blushing red, “Oh, I’m sorry,” and he hurriedly left my apartment. I made sure to lock the door behind him. What did he expect? That I was going to have sex with him? What the hell? My God! At least he actually took no for an answer. That’s a first. I sighed and kinda felt bad for him. Clearly there was some misinterpretations. He looked so embarrassed. Maybe it wasn’t his fault. What’s normal girl behavior in America might seem as quite forward here. Sigh. But, really? As if I would sleep with a busboy!

The next day at work, I found out that Kaz didn’t show up. He had quit, claiming he couldn’t work anymore because he had to take care of his father. I knew that was a lie. I knew he had quit because he was embarrassed about last night. I mean, I feel bad about it, because it’s like my fault, but what a coward! It actually really annoyed me. What a stupid boy. We did find another busboy to replace him anyway, fairly quickly.

The restaurant was doing amazing. It was always packed for lunch and dinner even sometimes had a line out the door. Mr. Sasuke, a normally quiet man, always smiled at me and raised his sake cup to toast with me sometimes. He was able to hire more help behind the bar. This place felt like something really special now. One night, Mr. Sasuke told us that we would all be staying after as he had a special announcement to make.

After we closed up and cleaned up the whole place, Mr. Sasuke spoke as we gathered in a circle. “I want to thank everybody for staying after. I want to thank all of you, my old staff, who have worked so hard for many years, and I also want to thank my new staff who have helped to turn this restaurant into an exciting destination for tourists and locals. I’ve just been told today by telephone that for the first time ever we have been nominated as the #1 Ramen Restaurants in our district.”

Everyone cheered and clapped. This was a big deal. Mr. Sasuke continued, “This is proudest moment of my life as chef. I so thankful for everyone. You are our family. Please, enjoy.” We all clapped. Mrs. Komako brought out a tray of sake and hand rolled sushi all rolled by Mr. Sasuke especially for us. We gathered around and dove in. It was divine. The spicy tuna was my favorite. We were all having a good time talking, eating sushi and drinking sake. Mr. Sasuke went around and spoke some words privately to everyone, except for me. I was a bit confused, figuring maybe he was worried his English wasn’t good enough to talk to me, but his speech was so well spoken.

Finally, an hour in to our little party, after half of the workers had left, including Mrs. Komako, Mr. Sasuke came over and whispered in my ear, “Audrey, come. Come with me. I want to show this for you.” He led me towards the back of the restaurant and up a flight of stairs. I had never been up there before. The room upstairs was dimly lit. This was where Mr. Sasuke slept. He stayed here at the restaurant because he wakes up very early to prepare for the day, while Mrs. Komako stays at their home a few blocks away.

There were many picture frames on the wall and trophies on a mantle. I guess those were sushi making trophies? Mr. Sasuke pointed to a black and white picture of him in front of the restaurant, “This is grand opening. 1972.”

“That’s when my mom was born,” I told him.

“Really. Then is true. You were meant to come here. I thank everyone for contributions but you are real reason we are #1,” he confessed.

“Me? What did I do? I’m just a hostess.” I was confused.

“You more than hostess. You are angel,” he touched my cheek.

“Please, stop,” I giggled and blushed. Mr. Sasuke suddenly pulled away with an apologetic expression. I had seen that same look from Kazumi. I didn’t want Mr. Sasuke to think that he was being inappropriate. I patted his arm, “Oh, no it’s OK, you can touch my cheeks. I just meant that I’m nothing special. I don’t deserve to be called an angel.”

Mr. Sasuke leaned in and raised a finger at me, “Silence. Audrey-San, never think low of yourself. Your beauty, your spirit, your energy make Sasuke alive.”

It felt so endearing to be called Audrey-San “I’m so flattered that you feel I mean so much to the restaurant.”

Mr. Sasuke leaned even closer and touched my head of hair, whispering, “Not just restaurant, me.”

I exhaled, “Thank…”

Mr. Sasuke interrupted me with a surprise kiss. His lips pressed firmly against mine. What’s happening? Oh my god. He was three times my age! I didn’t want this but I didn’t push him away because I didn’t want to embarrass him like I did to Kaz. I was afraid of him quitting/closing down the restaurant, if that was how Japanese men react to rejection.

Maybe he was lonely. After all he doesn’t sleep in the same bed as his wife. I wasn’t going to let him go that far, but maybe if it’s just a kiss. I felt him put a hand on my breast and squeezed. I inhaled and exhaled. He smelled like sake. This can’t happen. I forced myself to speak into his mouth as he kept kissing me, “Mr….Sasuke…”

I tried to lean back to break the kiss but ended up leaning against a wall, with Mr. Sasuke moving forward with me, his lips stuck against mine. “…I… think you’re drunk.” He put both hands on my breasts and squeezed. I tried speaking again, “Mr…. Sasuke, you…have a wife.”

Mr. Sasuke put his tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against mine, savoring the juices in my mouth, our sake-breaths intertwining. I tried to speak when I had the chance but it was hard with his tongue forcefully pushing and prodding inside my mouth, “Mr….please….stop….no.”

“Yes,” he spoke at last, only a whisper. I tried being quiet as well, as I didn’t want the people downstairs to hear any of this. I didn’t want them to either think I was trying to sleep my way to a promotion or that I was being molested unwillingly by our boss. I didn’t want to embarrass Mr. Sasuke in the presence of his employees.

“No….please….no….” I pleaded.

He spoke again, “You…. So beautiful….you…my dream…beautiful…blonde…American….you are my fantasy for 60 years.” This wasn’t the Mr. Sasuke that I knew. He was direct, rough, like a madman full of lust. I didn’t understand what had gotten into him. American? Blonde? Me? He really wanted me? I felt like a trophy. I heard him pulling down his pants just enough to expose his penis, smaller than others who had taken me before at the college, but still looked too big to fit inside of me as it had a big, bulbous head. He reached under my skirt (oh god why did I wear a skirt today of all days?!) and ripped off my panties with a snap of his wrist.

Oh my god, this was real. This was really happening. I felt my body unconsciously submit to this man’s desire. I could feel my juices starting to flow and lubricate my vagina. I felt the air breeze across my exposed lower body. He put his arms around my back and leaned forward. I felt the cool air below displaced by the warmth of his penis.

He had found the entrance to my vagina without using his hands to guide himself. This man was so experienced, such an alpha male I thought. Oh my god. It was going to happen. He was going to take me. He was going to get what he had been lusting for 60 years. He thrusted into me, his big head plopping into my wet vagina and pushing its way in. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up against the wall and forced his cock as deep into my pussy as he wanted, all the way to the base.

“Ahhh,” we both exhaled. My pussy had tightened up after not having sex for months. He spoke, “Finally, I have you, beautiful Audrey.” He pulled out slowly and thrusted back into me slowly, wanting to feel every fold of the walls of my vagina, savoring the warmth and wetness of his first white pussy. It was ecstasy for both of us. This man knew exactly what he wanted and he was taking it. I felt honored to be his trophy fuck. I felt so attractive and desired.

He fucked me slowly so that others downstairs could not hear, but every time he pushed his penis into my pussy the floor below us would creek. He pulled my shirt up and sucked on my tits. He licked my nipple while he pinched the other. My breaths were long and deep as I was trying so hard to be quiet. He whispered to me, “Sooo good. Ahhhhh. Your pussy sooo good. Ahhhhh. It’s so good.”

I whispered back between breaths, “Take me. Take what you want. Enjoy my body. Fuck me. Fuck me. I’m yours. Yes. I’m yours.” His lips came back up to meet mine. I kissed him back and found his tongue, fully submitting myself in this moment of ecstasy. I wanted to prove to him that the wait was worth it. That I am the best fuck he’s ever had. I wanted to show him that American girls are better than Japanese girls. I wanted to live up to his ultimate fantasy. I clenched my pussy to make it extra tight for him.

“Ahhhhh!” he moaned as he pounded into me even harder, no longer worrying about making noise or anybody hearing our lovemaking.

I found his chest and rubbed my hands on his nipples. “Ahhhhhh!” he caught a breath as his hands held my ass and pulled me into him as he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster, jackhammering into my pussy, my tits swaying back and forth as the sounds of his body smacking against mine echoed the room and traveled down the stairs. There was no mistaking what was going on now.

The mighty, elder Japanese sushi master was fucking the shit out of his big tittied, blonde American hostess. I didn’t care what anybody knew. I was getting drilled, getting my brains fucked out! It was fucking insane and I was loving every second of it! The pressure inside my body was so intense. I closed my eyes, threw my head back and couldn’t stop from moaning loud enough for everyone to hear, “Oooooohaaaaaah! Aaaaahhhh! Ooooooohhh! Nuhhhhnuhhhhwwwwaaahhhhh oooohhh myyyyy godddd! yesss! fuckkkk mee!!!”

Mr. Sasuke came at the same time, “Audrey! Oh, Audrey! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Inside!” I looked into his eyes. I wanted him to enjoy the most of me. I wanted him to have his orgasm while he was inside the girl he had always wanted to do this to. He deserved to cum in me.

I met his gaze and nodded, “Cum in me.”

He screamed “Aaaaaaaaahhhh! Uuuuuuooooohhhh!” as his penis twitched inside me and sent rope after rope of thick old man cum into my young pussy. He stayed inside of me as he took big breaths, coming down from his high.

After a minute he grabbed my tits and kissed me and smiled, “You are the best. The best ever. You made my dream come true. Domo arigato.” He pulled himself out and backed away, laid down on his bed, and fell asleep. I walked over and knelt beside him and kissed him on the lips, “You’re welcome.”

When I walked back downstairs, I looked around and saw that there was nobody left. I wonder when did they all go home? Did they leave because it was late or did they leave after hearing what was going on upstairs? I was glad that I didn’t have to make that walk of shame down the stairs again. After I exited the restaurant, I felt that something wasn’t right. Things will never be the same again. People will look at me differently. People will talk. They’ll think I’m a slut. They’ll think that I seduced him. They’ll call me a home wrecker. I didn’t want that. I wasn’t a slut. I gave the boss some comfort for one night. That’s all. But I had no choice. I couldn’t go back. I could never go back. My time as a Ramen Girl had to come to an end.

As the time was past midnight, the public transit was no longer operating, so I had to call an Uber to take me back home. In a minute I got a ping that said my driver “Roger” was within 1 minute of reaching me. I chuckled. No way Roger was his real name. A small Lexus station wagon pulled up. The windows rolled down. I could see the driver was a young Japanese boy who’s mouth gaped in awe as he saw me.

“Audrey?” he asked.

“Um, Roger?” I asked, getting closer to him. He nodded. I got in the back seat.

“You are American?” Roger inquired.

“Um, yes, but I live here. I work here,” I responded.

“What work you do?” Roger asked.

“I’m a hostess,” I said. Roger’s eyes widened. I didn’t know it at the time but there was another type of Hostess that was closer to sex worker than restaurant worker.

He grinned and asked, “How much?”

I didn’t hear him right, “Huh?”

“Can you…go to home?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, that’s where I want to go, home,” I reminded him.

“OK, OK, very good!” He said cheerfully.

I gave him a confused look, “By the way, what’s your real name? Your Japanese name?”

“Ah, my name Hiro,” he revealed.

“Thank you. I feel safer now. Now that I know your real name,” I confessed.

I felt the final effects of the sake hitting me now. It was making me sleepy. My apartment was 30 minutes away from the restaurant and I felt so tired. I don’t know when it happened but I dozed off.

I woke slowly as I felt the road getting bumpy and the car came to a stop. The door opened. I woke up my eyes as Hiro was undoing my seatbelt. I tried to stand but almost fell over before Hiro caught me. I noticed that we were in an underground parking garage. That’s funny, I didn’t know that my apartment had one of these. Hiro helped me walk to the elevator with his body supporting my weight, and even walked me to my apartment. He opened the door and let me in. I tried to find the light switch but, in my drunkenness, I had forgotten where it was.

The lights turned on. Strangely this looked nothing like my apartment. It was very small, unkempt, with open food boxes and instant ramen bowls on the table, clothes all over the floor, and a small thin mattress in front of a television. Where the heck was I? “Hiro, where are we?” I slurred.

“This my home. Everything is OK,” he grinned.

“What happened to my apartment?” I asked in a daze.

“Uh, it’s…uh, too many cockroaches Not safe. You stay here tonight,” he explained. Oh, well that made sense. I absolutely did not want to stay in a roach infested apartment!

“Oh, OK, yeah,” I laid down on the mattress to rest. Hiro removed his clothes and stepped into an open tile shower/bath, squatting to soap up and rinse. He dried himself and came to check up on me.

“You want shower?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, no, no, not there,” I said groggily. A shower sounded nice, but not in there!

Normally I would be freaking out about being stuck in a disgusting apartment, sleeping on a mattress on the floor with some stranger who most likely was going to be sleeping next to me, but I was too drunk to care. In fact, if he wanted to take advantage of me, which by this point was now expected anytime I was in such close proximity with a male, I don’t think I would care either.

I managed to fall asleep for who knows how long but I’m guessing 15 minutes tops before I felt something hard prodding against my vagina from behind. I tried twisting away and but the body behind me stuck to me like glue. I was smart enough to know by now that I wasn’t going to be able to stop what I knew was going to happen to me, for the umpteenth time. Hiro placed his hands on my hips and yanked my body onto his hard penis. Ouch! Even though I was still well lubricated by the massive load that Mr. Sasuke had just emptied into me less than an hour before, it was a shock to my body being impaled onto a cock with such force, and he made feel like I was the one who was raping him. Although I could tell that his penis was smaller than the others penises that had discovered the inner depths of my vagina, this one was much harder than the others, like rock hard, so his every thrust and movement inside of me felt like bruising to my vaginal walls.

“I love your tight pussy,” said Hiro. He stroked my hair, “I love your blonde hair.” He grabbed my breasts, “I love your big tits” He rubbed his hands up and down my body, “I love your white skin.” It seemed like I have had the pleasure of running into yet another white girl fetishizer. Was it me? Was I sending some kind of sexual signal to men that causes them to lust after me?

I felt like a circus attraction. The ringmaster would introduce me like this, “Come and get your white girl here! She’s the standard of Western beauty–blonde hair, blue eyes, big titties, and a tight pussy! Come and fuck her if you dare! Black, brown, yellow, red, cum nut in any hole you want, she don’t care!”

My mind was spinning while Hiro was thrusting in and out. He took his time to savor the luckiest moment of his life. After fucking from from behind, he got on top for missionary where he could look at my pretty face as he fucked his fantasy girl, the girl he only ever saw in porn movies. He’d jerked off to girls like me thousands of times. I wonder if I was as good as he had hyped me up to be in his mind. I wanted to be. I wanted to please him. I didn’t want to be a disappointment.

It all goes back to when I believed that taking my virginity was such a gift that it would be the best sex that my husband could ever have. Even after that was taken away from me, I still have this overwhelming urge to give any man having sex with me the best experience of his life, to fulfill his every fantasy no matter how twisted. I felt that even the man taking me against my will deserved to have the best sex of his life because that’s what I had believed I would be providing to my man. If I was to be an international sexual conquest, then I wanted to make sure that the men who took me would feel like they had conquered a kingdom by fucking me.

I didn’t always know what I was doing, but I tried. I started to match his thrusts with my own. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close, moaning and breathing heavily into his face as he did the same to mine. I spread my legs wide to open up for him, and he put my legs above his shoulders to slam down into me, punishing my body into the floor. I was uncomfortable but this was what he wanted; this was his fantasy so I obliged in every way I could. I pushed him off and rolled him over onto his back. I climbed on top of him and hovered above his cock as he desperately tried to thrust upward into me, but I held him down by his chest.

He couldn’t take it. He wanted me so bad and it made me so proud to be so desirable to this foreign man who in this dim light could pass for a member of an exotic boy band. I slowly lowered myself onto his waiting, hard cock as he sighed with relief, finally feeling his enlarging, reaching brown cock enveloped by a white, blonde trimmed pussy. The contrast was so beautiful, so perfect. I had hoped that he would want to seed me.

I bounced up and down on his cock, lightly bumping down onto his body and grinding round and round as I rode up and down his mesmerizing cock. I lowered my face down to his and sucked on his tongue, sucking it into my mouth. He tasted like cigarettes. I liked it as it made him smell more manly than his youthful looks. He reached up and fondled my breasts as I fucked him from above.

I grinded forward and back against his body. I asked him, “Where would you like to cum?”

“Inside, inside, I want to cum inside your pussy,” he deliriously demanded.

“Of course you do,” I winked. I bent down and took his nipple into my mouth. I licked it up and down, side to side, flicked it with my tongue and rubbed the other one with my fingers. I whispered in his ear, “Cum inside me, Hiro. Cum in my pussy.”

He stiffened and howled as he came, his hard cock expanding and twitching, exploding like geyser streams of hot cum up inside me, “Uuuuuuhhhhhh” Spurt! Splat! “Audrey, I’m cumming inside!” His cock kept twitching, his body spasmed as it emptied all of the semen from his scrotum. He shot everything he had into me. Finally, he fell back down to earth and relaxed his whole body, his legs and arms falling spread out. He did it. He had claimed his fantasy girl. He had fucked and inseminated a beautiful, white blonde American girl for the first time in his life. This was a moment that he will cherish for eternity and I was proud to be a part of it. So exhausted, I layed down next to him with my neck under his arm, my hand on his chest, my pussy wrapped over his thigh, and fell asleep.

I barely remembered making it back to my apartment, but I know he carried me into his car, drove me home, carried me up to my apartment and dropped me onto my bed and left in the early hours of dawn. It felt so nice to be back in my own bed. I hugged my blanket and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was night time. The alarm clock said 8:00pm. I checked my phone and there were no missed calls from the restaurant, surprisingly, but I guess they knew what happened (they knew *something* happened) and figured it was better to save face for us both by not calling at all, which ultimately I appreciate, though part of me felt used and unappreciated.

I *finally* was able to take a shower, made myself breakfast and turned on the TV, absolutely relaxed and refreshed, ready to bum out on the couch until sunrise. Just a few minutes into my show, I heard a knock on my door. I got up to check who it was. I knew it’d be Hiro. Maybe he thinks we’re dating or something. The nerve of that guy. He totally took advantage of my drunk and vulnerable state. I wanted to punch him in the nuts! But I opened the door to the last person I thought would ever be behind it–Kaz. “Kaz? What are you doing here?” I asked, noticing his change of dress.

He wore well fitted gray slacks, a white collared shirt with a tie, and black dress shoes. His hair was slicked and he looked me dead serious in the eye, “Who was he?” Huh?

“Who was who?” I asked.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Kaz questioned.

“Who? Hiro?” I wondered.

He looked serious, “Hiro. I thought you don’t like Japanese men.”

I gave him a smug stare, “I do like Japanese men, just not aggressive ones.”

He looked me up and down, “Did he fuck you?”

How rude! “That is none of your business,” I admonished him. His eyes looked down at the floor. “Anyway, you’re not even my friend anymore so what do you care?” I chastised.

“But Audrey, I always care about you. I miss you,” he confessed.

“You care about me? Really? You saw us! You saw him carrying me up here. You saw that I was drunk and couldn’t walk. He raped me and you didn’t do anything to stop him!” I knew I was reaching, but he was an asshole and I wanted to make him feel bad.

His mouth gaped in shock, “Oh, Audrey, he raped you? Oh no, I’m so sorry. I thought he was boyfriend. I’m sorry, I should have stopped him!” I felt overwhelmed. I broke down and cried out all of my emotions in front of him. He stepped in and held me in his arms. “Audrey, I will never let anyone hurt you gain, I promise. Where does Hiro live? I will take care of him,” Kaz offered.

“No, don’t worry about him. He’s a loser Uber driver who lives in a run-down shed anyway.” I can’t believe I let such a loser fuck me? I continued, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Tell me about you. Why are you wearing such nice clothes?” I asked.

Kaz smiled proudly, “I got new job at Makoto Industries. I make double over Sasuke’s.”

“Double?” I asked. “Are they hiring? I actually just quit Sasuke’s,” I confessed.

“Audrey, you quit? Why?” Kaz prodded.

“I don’t want to talk about it. So, are they hiring?” I asked.

“Well, no, but maybe I will ask for you,” said Kaz.

“Oh, won’t you? That would be wonderful! What is the job anyway? I mean what do you do?” I asked.

“Data entry,” he said.

“Perfect, I know how to type!” I said ecstatically. He left to go to work and I resumed my marathon of shows till I fell asleep with the TV on.

The next day I woke up to a phone call at 3pm. “Hello?” I said.

“Um, hello, Audrey, it’s me, Kaz.”

“Oh, hey Kaz, what’s up?”

“Audrey, listen, I got you job here at Makoto Industries,” he said.

I sat up in joy, “You did?! Oh my god! Thank you so much! When can I start?”

“You start Monday. We go together. I show you around,” he said.

“Hey Kaz, let’s celebrate! Come over for dinner tonight, yeah?” I invited.

“Oh, OK Audrey,” he said with hesitance. “Actually, Audrey, how about I cook dinner for you?” he suggested.

“OK, sure, if you’d like,” I replied.

“Yes, my apartment,” he said.

“OK” I said.

What a wonderful way to wake up, finding out you got a new job! I got up so that I could prepare for that night. I showered, put on make-up, and picked out some nice clothes. It wasn’t for Kaz, it was for me, so that I could feel good about myself, to celebrate getting a job. I didn’t think Kaz was expecting anything from me. I didn’t think he’d try anything either. I’m sure he learned his lesson last time when I smacked the shit out of him. Poor guy. I mean, he looked good now, and he had money, but he wasn’t my type.

I rang the doorbell to get my dinner. When Kaz opened the door to his apartment, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped as he saw a stunning blonde with slightly curled hair, wearing a body fitting black dress, lace bra, sheer tights, and black pumps. I told you I wanted to dress to impress. Kaz smiled with class, “Come in.”

Dinner was a simple dish of chicken katsu with rice and miso soup. It wasn’t even home-made. I didn’t care, but the dessert had better be up to my standards! After we finished our main “course” Kaz brought out a bottle of my favorite–Mango sake! We took shots and shared stories of what had been going on in our lives. I did admit that I had an affair with Mr. Sasuke, which almost made him choke on his sake. No, I didn’t tell him I was raped because I was tired of being a victim and I also didn’t want him to go there and cause a scene against our old employers.

Did Mrs. Komako deserve to know? Probably, but I’m sure that was a one-time thing. I don’t think he would’ve done that to a Japanese girl, but because he had desired to sleep with a girl like me for, I didn’t know, probably his whole life, he decided it was worth the risk to fulfill a lifelong fantasy. Sigh. Thinking about it kinda made me horny. The poor old man just wanted to know what white pussy felt like. I chuckled.

Kaz was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that Mr. Sasuke would ever cheat on his wife, but he did admit that I was the one girl worth cheating with. I guess I took that as a compliment. When it got late and I was quite drunk, I tried to walk but stumbled and fell over. Kaz picked me up and put me on the couch. “You sleep here. No one will bother you. Don’t worry. I sleep in bedroom,” Kaz assured. I was drunk enough that I was willing to go with the flow. If he said I’m sleeping on the couch, then I’m sleeping on the couch. If he said no one would bother me, then I believed him.

Moments later Kaz came back with a blanket and I was just about falling asleep. He draped it around me and kissed me on the top of my forehead, “Good night, Audrey.”

“Mmm…hmmm,” I responded.

“I’m happy you come tonight, to have dinner with me,” he said gently. I started to snore. He continued, “Thank you for giving me second chance.” I was too tired to process any of it. “You are so beautiful. I don’t like anyone hurt you.” He stroked my hair. “I love you.” I had no reaction. He thought that I was completely asleep, so he got brave. He kissed me on the lips. I know what I did to him the last time he tried that, but it was OK now. I didn’t want to be the mean girl who rejects nice boys who tell them they love you.

He kissed me again, longer. I smiled, but not for the kiss, as I was dreaming about dolphins. He rubbed my shoulder. I made no move. His hands moved down and felt my breast over the blanket. I gasped softly. He pulled the blanket off and touched my breast over my dress. I let him. He took his time to undo the top straps of my dress, until he got them loose and pulled the top of my dress down exposing my breasts. I let him do all of it.

He touched, kneaded, and kissed my breasts. I breathed more heavily. He sucked and licked my nipples. It sent sparks of electricity up my body. He pulled my knees up, reached under my dress and pulled down my panties. In my sleepy stupor I thought he was going to change me into comfy pajamas. He put his face in between my legs and licked my pussy. It felt warm and slimy. He reached up and twirled my nipples around his fingers while he sucked and licked my clit.

He kept the same exact stroke, the same rhythm, the same pressure. It was slow but deliberate. Firm but not too firm. I matched his rhythm with my pelvis. He stuck a finger in me and felt around, side to side, and then jabbed it in and out. It didn’t take long before I had an explosive orgasm, feeling ecstasy from my nipples and my clit, my vagina squeezing down hard on the finger he had been sliding in and out of me. I came in waves, and my pussy squirted juices, spraying onto his couch.

That’s when I noticed a flash go off. I slowly opened my eyes as I was still cumming uncontrollably, in total ecstasy and being totally submissive to the pleasure of the moment, even while noticing that a fat Japanese guy was standing above me taking photos of me with his camera. When I came down from my orgasmic high, I panicked and asked “Who is that?”

Kaz said, “This is my roommate, Takashi. Don’t worry, we are all friends,” Where have I heard that before?

As I was distracted by his roommate, Kaz positioned himself between my legs and placed his penis at the entrance to my vagina. Takashi moved the camera over to my crotch and turned on the video light. I could see that Kaz’s penis was on the long side. I don’t know why but I had expected him to have a small one. I also wish that he did because I knew this was going to hurt. Kaz slowly inserted his cock into my vagina until he was all the way in on the first thrust. “I got you,” he smiled, “I want to fuck you months before, remember? But now I got you.”

Unbelievable. I had to know the answer to this, “What am I to you, a conquest?”

He answered me as he fucked me, “All Japanese want to fuck blonde girl with white skin, American girl…so exotic.”

“Me, exotic? No, I’m just a basic, generic blonde,” I insisted.

“Not many American girls in Japan. When we see one, we crave to fuck her,” he explained as he pistoned in and out of me, his cock rock hard just like the last guy’s. He fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster. We both were breathing fast and heavy. It hadn’t been long but I knew he was close to orgasm. He gritted his teeth as he fucked me, bringing himself closer and closer to climax.

He drew his face close to mine and said softly, “and ultimate feeling, cum inside your pussy, ahhhhhh, cum inside American blonde girl, OK? cum inside?” he begged me, as if he could even pull out if he wanted to.

Since he made me cum, I was going to let him cum anywhere he desired. “Yes, you can. Kazumi, you can cum inside my pussy,” I panted.

He kissed me and fucked me as fast as he could 8-9 thrusts. He thrusted one final time with his mouth still on mine, pushing his cock into me all the way up the hilt, the head of his penis twitching against my cervix as he let out his moans into my mouth and his semen pouring into my vagina, pooling up on my cervix and overflowing out of my vagina as he kept cumming and cumming, groaning as our tongues intertwined until the very last of his shooting spurts. When he was done, he immediately fell over and laid out on the couch.

“Kaz, are you OK?” Takashi asked with concern. Kaz was breathing heavily, his eyes closed in exhaustion. He grabbed his forehead with one hand and made a thumbs up with the other. Damn, I thought to myself, I guess I really was one incredible fuck.

Well, if what Kaz said was true about Japanese men’s lust for blonde girls, I guess I’m kind of a sexual goddess here then. And I used to think black guys loved white girls so much, but they don’t compare to Japanese men at all. Kaz was right. Guys here don’t see many white girls walking around. We’re so rare and the blonde ones like me are like unicorns. Black guys back home get to have their pick of white girls, or actually girls of any race. But Asian guys are actually really hot, and their lusts to fuck white girls is rarely satiated.

I felt Takashi stealthily slide his naked body in between my legs. How did I not notice him taking off all of his clothes? His fat rolls were hanging off his waist. His tits were bigger than mine. And his penis? Not very big. He looked at me for consent, “Is OK?” Um, what? Hell no! If I had the chance to stop yet another guy from sticking his penis where it didn’t belong, I’d feel liberated!

“No! No Takashi! You can’t!” I pleaded.

He hesitated disappointedly, then shoved his dick into me anyway. There was no way he was going to miss his chance to fuck this blonde unicorn. If I wasn’t tired and drunk, I would’ve fought back. But I didn’t. I let him fuck me. I let him fulfill his lifelong fantasy of fucking a “gaijin” as they called us here. Takashi had to pump me harder in order to feel more of me. I knew I felt good to him by the sheer lust in his eyes. He was like a tiger who had just snatched his prey and was devouring it as fast as possible.

I felt like a tiny little thing as he fucked and groped me, rubbing his hands all over my body to feel the smoothness of my skin. He liked the little patch of blonde hair on my pussy and the peach fuzz on my stomach and arms. “You are blonde everywhere!” he chuckled. “Your skin so white. Like milk,” he was enamored by my whiteness.

I get it, I’m white, very pale white. I used to get made fun of for that. Now in Japan, I’m a fucking treasure. What Takashi lacked in length, he made up in stamina. Takashi pounded hard into me fast without relenting. I was getting sore. Kaz teased him, “She’s better than your sex toys!” Sex toys? No wonder he had stamina, it’s because he’s desensitized his penis to human vagina. I kinda felt jealous. Did I not feel as good as a sex toy? I can’t have that. I’m supposed to be a sex goddess, every Japanese boy and man’s fantasy.

I wanted him to know that my pussy was #1. I squeezed down hard on his cock as he fucked me furiously. I knew he felt that because he smiled. I squoze harder and heard him moan. I reached up and rubbed his nipples with my fingers. He smiled again. If he liked that, I knew what would send him over the edge. I lifted my head up and reached my mouth out to his nipple, sucking on it, biting it, licking it. I flicked it soft and fast with my tongue, rubbing his other nipple with a wet finger.

Takashi looked at my eyes and said, “Please! I want to cum! Inside!” he could barely hold back. I looked into his eyes, gave a sneaky smile and shook my head no. “Please! I must cum inside you!” he begged, straining to hold back his orgasm. “Can I? I need to cum… inside!”

The poor guy wanted it so bad, I couldn’t say no at that point. Playing shy and innocent, I nodded reluctantly and whispered, “OK..you can…” Takashi leaned forward and shoved his dick all the way as far as he could. He wanted to feel completely enveloped by the comfort of my hot pussy when he came in me. “Cum for me,” I whispered.

He opened his mouth wide and yelled, “AAAAAhhhhh! I’m cumming!!!!” I felt it alright. His penis spasmed inside my pussy and released a huge load all at once, his thick hot sperm filling me to the brim. After he was done, he smiled with an afterglow. It was better than winning the lottery. He had just fucked the most desirable girl in Japan. What a lucky fat bastard.

I looked over and noticed Kazumi was filming the whole thing. Sigh. Takashi got off of me and gave Kazumi a high five. Um, what was that? Tag team? Oh wait, they did tag team me, didn’t they? I giggled. OK, I see how that can be something to be proud of. But then they started calling up their friends on the phone, speaking in Japanese excitedly on video chat, turning the camera towards me so that their friends saw me naked, spread eagle on the couch with cum leaking out of my pussy.

When I fully opened my eyes and saw what they were doing, I also saw that it was a group video chat and the guys on the other end were jerking off while they lusted over my naked body. Hey, this wasn’t what I had signed up for. But I was too drunk to care, so I closed my eyes while they held the phone to show my body, Kaz and Takashi groped my tits and fingered my cum filled pussy. You know what? This was fine. It’s just a cam show. I fell asleep as I was ready to finally rest.

Rest for long I did not, as an hour later I woke up to the incessant flashing of camera lights. There were not two but now *five* Japanese boys in front of me. I say boys because they had youthful looks, but they were definitely my age and older. This was *not* OK. I put my hands up to block the blinding flashes, which were enough to wake me up and get my adrenalin kicking. I was tired, drunk, and already well violated, but I had had enough. I wasn’t going to let these five Japanese guys run a train on me! How would I ever get any sleep?!

I reached around and grabbed my clothes, got up and tried to leave out the door undressed but Takashi got in my way and held me at the shoulders. A thick string of cum leaked out from my pussy to my knee. The boys noticed and flashed several pictures. The nerve of them! I wanted to knee Takashi in the groin, but considering there were 5 of them, even if some had the body of a teenager, I knew they also had the sex drive of a teenager which is going to trump any typical Japanese decency towards me. I felt that I was a bright enough girl, but not much of a brute fighter, so it was time to invoke the strategies of Sun Tzu’s Art of War instead.

I pleaded, “Please Takashi, can I have a shower first? Your friends can have fun with me, but I feel dirty and want to clean up first for them. Plus, I really need to pee!” I begged.

Takashi let go of my shoulders and led me to the bathroom, “Not too long, OK?” he demanded. His tone changed from the bubbly fat guy to the sinister fat guy’s. I was in real deep shit now. When I got inside the bathroom, I locked it and turned on the shower.

Then I whipped out my phone and text messaged the only person who I knew could help me. “Please help, room 165B, my apartment. Knock loud, don’t say who you are!” I texted.

“Audrey? Are you okay?” he texted back.

“Please hurry! In trouble!” I explained.

“OK I’m coming now,” he texted back.

I took my shower as I waited for him. Fifteen minutes later I stepped out of the bathroom dressed with a towel wrapped around my hair. “Takashi, do you have a hair dryer?” I asked. I knew he wouldn’t have one.

“No, is OK, come here, we are waiting for you,” he waved. The three new boys were on the couch watching their phones and laughing.

I had a pretty good idea of what they were drooling over. “So, Takashi, can you introduce me to your friends?” I hoped to buy some time.

“Nobu, his brother Maro, and Kenji wears glasses,” he answered. They were all my height. Nobu and Maro were more muscular while Kenji was frail and nerd-like. I stayed standing as I tried conversing to buy time for my hero to show up.

“So, my name is Audrey. I am 18 years old and I am from America. How old are you all?” I asked.

*Knock, knock!* on the door. It was loud like I had wanted. Takashi went to the door to open it. “What do you want?” he asked. Hiro brushed pass Takashi as he entered the apartment. The three boys stood up.

“Audrey!” Hiro shouted.

“Hiro?!” I ran to him and hugged him.

“Who is this man?” Takashi questioned with a fist clenched.

Hiro glanced back at Takashi while he held me tight, “I’m her boyfriend you fat fuck!” Takashi stepped forward.

“He’s my boyfriend!” I raised my voice.

Kaz finally came out of his bedroom and raised his hand up to stop Takashi, “It’s OK, I know who he is. That is really her boyfriend. I saw him drop her off the other night.” Takashi relaxed his fists and stepped aside in disappointment as Hiro and I walked arm in arm out of the apartment. I breathed a sigh of relief.

After we got to my apartment down stairs, I finally felt safe, well, almost. “Are you alright, Audrey?” asked Hiro as he caressed my shoulders.

“I am now, thank you,” I responded.

“Did they hurt you?” he asked. I hadn’t forgotten what he had done to me the other night.

“Not any more than you hurt me!” I snapped at him.

He took his hands off of me and looked at the ground in shame, “I’m sorry about what I did. I was so horny and stupid. Audrey, do you want me to leave?”

“Yes, please go, and never speak to me again,” I commanded.

“But you messaged me first,” Hiro reminded me.

“You owed me after what you did to me! And if I ever get in trouble again, you better be ready to come save me again! Do you understand?” I lashed out at him.

He said gently, “Yes, Audrey, I promise to always save you. I serve you now until forever. I hope I can do enough, that you can forgive me one day.” With that, he bowed to me and let himself out. I smiled lovingly. In a way that was the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. Oh gosh, I think I’ve just got caught up in some kind of J-drama!

Though I felt safe in my apartment, I also kinda felt like a sitting duck, worrying that at any moment those three Japanese nerds suffering from a severe case of blue-balls would bust into my apartment and ravish me as was their original plan. I won’t lie. It turned me on to think about it. In fact, if they came knocking, I’d probably open the door and immediately disrobe for them. But I also *really* wanted to get some sleep.

I made myself a glass of chamomile tea, turned off all of the lights and sat on my bed. After lotioning up my body, I was ready to start my nightly face cleansing routine using these amazing skin care products I got at the supermarket here.

*Ding Dong*. It startled me. Was that my doorbell? I waited. *Ding Dong*. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Was it Hiro? Why did he come back? Was it Kaz checking up on me? I chuckled at confusing him so bad about whether Hiro was my boyfriend or my attacker. But why can’t he be both? Or could it be those three Japanese guys from upstairs? Maybe they had paid Kaz and Takashi to have a go at me and were coming to collect what they had paid for? Now that I thought this was happening for real, I was kind of frightened by the idea of them barging in, holding me down, stripping me and roughly raping me all night long.

I approached the door with my heart beating fast, grabbing a rolling pin from the kitchen for protection. I turned on the door’s video intercom. It was Kenji, the nerdy guy with glasses. I couldn’t tell if the other two were hiding behind the corner or what. “Yes?” I answered.

Kenji spoke, “Hi, may I please have a selfie?” A selfie? Was this an attempt to get me to open the door so that the three can bumrush me? My pussy quivered at the thought. Oh shit, I felt myself between my legs. Suspicion confirmed, I was dripping wet. I unlocked and opened the door expecting to be ravished by the three horny Japanese guys. I waited for it, but it was just Kenji.

Disappointed and bothered, I badgered, “What do you want?”

“Please, can I take selfie? Just one, please, and I go,” he begged.

Why did he want a selfie? Didn’t he already take hundreds earlier? He held his phone in a limp wrist. Oh, he’s kind of a sissy boy, I realized. I think he wants to brag to his friends about coming to my place alone and fucking me senseless so that they don’t suspect that he’s gay. I sighed, “Sure, come on in.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” he bowed.

“Go sit on the couch,” I commanded.

I sat next to him as he flashed a selfie. “OK, thank you very much!” he started to get up, but I turned around and pushed him back down onto the couch.

“Let’s take some more,” I teased. I undid a couple of buttons on his shirt and pulled down my shirt to expose one shoulder. *Flash*! Perfect. “More,” I pressured. I straddled him and undid the rest of his shirt. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and kissed him. *Flash* I licked his lips and his nose. I nibbled on his ears and ran my tongue down to his neck while I pinched his nipples. *Flash* I kissed his collar bone and took a nipple into my mouth. *Flash* I ran my hands through his hair as I licked and sucked each nipple as he closed his eyes and sighed in ecstasy

I smiled as I thought, I’m going to fuck this guy straight whether he wants it or not. I got down on my knees, undid his pants and pulled it down, exposing a long, hard cock. It was *really* nice. I smiled as I thought, while most black men are probably huge, you never know what you’re going to get with Asian men, so when you pull down their underwear you might get a big surprise.

I held his penis in my hands and admired the glistening skin, smoothness, and perfectly proportioned head. I licked the head softly, inhaling its musky scent. I licked up and down the shaft as I held his balls in my hand. “Open your eyes,” I commanded. He looked down and saw me, picked up his phone to record video as I lowered my mouth onto his aching cock while maintaining eye contact with his. I wasn’t going to let him pretend that I was anything but a pretty female sucking his cock.

He watched me as I bobbed up and down, slurped and licked, his eyes still glued to mine as I relaxed my throat and took him all the way in my mouth until my lips completely enveloped his whole shaft, making him gasp in shock at my expert oral skills. I moved my head up and down the length of his penis. I could tell he was getting closer. “Audrey…” I reached up and pinched both of his nipples real hard. His mouth and eyes widened as he came in my mouth “Zuuhhhhaahhh!!!” When I felt the first shot pool around my tongue, I forcefully shoved his entire penis into my mouth, my tongue pressed against his shaft while my lips squeeze his base, his beautiful brown eyes through his glasses still fixed on my blue ones as he came rope after rope of cum into my waiting mouth, and I expertly swallowed after every one of his spurts so that not a single drop made itself out of my mouth.

He breathed heavily and smiled with joy and amazement as I came up and kissed him, my cum slicked tongue invading his mouth and forcing him to taste his own semen. I kissed him all over his face, his eyes, and nose. He seemed genuinely grateful, “Thank you, Audrey, you are the most amazing girl.”

I shook my head and warned him, “I’m not done with you yet.”

I straddled his half hard penis and lowered myself down onto him. He gasped in surprisement. I comforted him, “It’s OK…I know.” I put his hand on my breast. “Squeeze,” I commanded. He used both hands to squeeze my breasts, kneading them, feeling my skin, rubbing my nipples, as our lips and tongues found each other’s. I raised and lowered myself on his cock, which was starting to get fully hard again. I picked up his phone and continued to record video of me fucking him. I moaned and screamed with pleasure to add to my performance.

He bucked his hips up to meet mine as I fucked my sissy boy fast and hard. “Do you like this?” I looked into his eyes as I asked. Kenji nodded in excitement. “Is this what you wanted when you knocked on my door?” Kenji nodded. “Would you like to cum inside this pretty girl’s pussy?”

Kenji nodded feverishly at the idea of seeding my fertile foreign body with his Japanese sperm, “Yes, please!”

I breathed my answer into his mouth, “Do it, Kenji. Cum inside me.”

He grabbed my hips and feverishly rocked my pussy up and down his amazing cock, smacking and grinding his pelvis into my clit on each downward yank of my body. His glasses fogged up as our breaths steamed into each other’s faces. He was fucking me with so much might and force. I felt my body tinge as he erupted inside of me, his cum shooting repeatedly at my pussy walls, swelling up and overflowing my vagina as my body burst with pleasure. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my vagina squeeze and milked the cum out of his penis, every part of my body spasming uncontrollably in all directions.

I wrapped my arms around Kenji’s neck and hugged him tight as I came. He had already finished pumping everything he had into me but it took me another minute to finish cumming on him. I cried when I came to my senses. I felt so much overwhelming emotion for this sweet, wonderful, effeminate man who had given me the best orgasm of my life. I suddenly realized what a turn on it is for guys when they coerce a woman into sex or even when they take her against her will, and even more so when they make her cum, just like I had seduced this Japanese guy here. The excitement, the exhilaration, the titillations, and the incredible climax! No wonder all those lucky bastards enjoyed taking me against my will so much. It was absolutely intoxicating.

“Are you OK, Audrey?” Kenji asked as he wiped and kissed my tears away. I smiled and nodded. I snuggled up to him as we fell asleep in each other’s arms. When the morning light peaked through the curtains, I woke up in my bed and Kenji was nowhere to be found. He was probably busy going around showing all of his friends what we had done last night.

Dear God, how did I let it get to this? This was college all over again. Raped by guys and men of all ages. I was just a toy for their pleasure. As much as I loved the rest of Japan, I felt that it was time to move on. While I enjoyed last night’s sexcapade, I didn’t come here to be preyed upon by horny Japanese men salivating at the chance to add a white girl to their notch of sexual conquests. I couldn’t imagine going through another episode of being cornered and ravished with no realistic chance to fight off my attackers. And that job that Kaz had said he lined up for me? I doubt it was even real. I just wanted to leave before those other two guys decided that their life wouldn’t be complete until they’ve had their way with me.

I had booked a flight for 10pm and spent most of the day packing and going to the markets to buy things I liked to take with me. I considered other Asian countries but decided against it just in case Asian men in those other countries were just as sex-starved for blonde white girls as they were in Japan. So, I chose Nepal as my next destination to continue my on-line studies–abroad. I had read on the internet that Nepal was one of the most safest countries in the world, with very low crime and most importantly, zero assaults committed against tourists/foreigners. I think I had found my new home for the next 3 more years.

It was getting late and I needed a ride to the airport. I had too much baggage for the public transport and I did not want to run into Hiro again, so I didn’t order an Uber and booked a regular taxi instead. I know it costs more but I had to be safe. I brought my luggage down stairs and stood on the curb waiting for my taxi to show, which took about 5 minutes. The driver came out of the cab to help me put my baggage into the trunk. I recognized him as the taxi driver who drove me from the airport to my Air B&B. “Hideo! I remember you!! I’m Audrey, you drove me from the airport almost a year ago!” I exclaimed.

He smiled at me and nodded, “Yes.” I wasn’t really sure if he remembered me or not.

I knew the ride was going to be long and I had woken up early, so I was pretty tired and since I felt like I was with someone I could trust, having taken this man’s cab before, I started to doze off comfortably in the back seat. The ride was smooth and quiet with soft rock playing on the speakers. It didn’t take long for me to fall into a deep sleep. Sometime later I woke up to the cab being parked in a dark alley and wetness on my breasts. Oh dear, I put two and two together and realized that Mr. Hideo was in the backseat with me and he had his mouth on my breast! I tried to push him away but he grabbed my wrists and held me down against the seat as he continued his oral assault on my tits, sucking them out one after the other, licking my nipples with his rough, old tongue. He was breathing heavily between licking and sucking. He held me hard and so I stopped trying to resist but he hadn’t noticed, firmly pinning my wrists against the back of the seat with his big calloused hands.

When he finally noticed that I was complying for fear of my own safety, he released my hands and used those rough, dark palms of his to maul my milky white breasts while he tried to stick his tongue into my mouth. I attempted to block him with my teeth and turned my head from side to side to avoid him but he kept prodding and pressing his lips against mine, licking my lips and teeth until I gave up and opened my mouth a little to speak, but his tongue darted its way in and played fiddle with my tongue. “Please, stop,” I begged, but he ignored me.

He reached up my skirt and ripped off my panties. Oh God, no! He unzipped his pants, lined himself up to the entrance of my pussy and entered me with one stroke. Fuck it really hurt! He thrusted in and out, fucked me hard like a rag doll. I felt being utterly used. Was this all that I was good for? Just a cheap fuck? Anytime? Anyplace? He grabbed the top of my shoulders and pulled me down as he thrusted his cock into me harder and faster. He looked at me with eyes full of rabid lust, drooling as he fucked himself into my tender body.

I realized that I didn’t have extra panties on my carry on, so if he came inside of me, I’d be leaking all over the airport and airplane seat. I pounded on his chest and begged him, “Please don’t cum in me!” He pounded me with even more vigor, grinning as he tried desperately to shoot his old Japanese man’s sperm into my young American pussy, assuming that my objection to insemination was due to being fertile.

I pleaded with him again, “Please, you can’t cum inside me! No! You can’t! Please don’t!”

He laughed sinisterly, “I must cum inside you, inside your pussy! I must cum! Inside!”.

I cried as I knew he was going to get what he wanted, submitting myself to his aching pleasure. It was no use arguing. “OK…OK, you can…” I nodded tenderly in defeat. He jammed his whole rod into me and grimaced in ecstasy as his penis erupted its sperm into me, filling me with months of built-up cum. I felt him spurt at least 15 times. The nerve of him!

His head fell to my shoulders as he breathed heavily, fully drained and exhausted from his first fuck in who knows how many years. I understood that he couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to. Sex with a young pretty girl like me was a once in a lifetime fantasy fulfilled for him. “Let me guess, am I your first white girl?” I presumed.

Mr. Hideo laughed. “Oh no, I fuck many white prostitutes in Russia…but never without a condom. This my first time to cum inside young white blonde student. Ahhhh is sooooo good.” Oh, well that was unexpected. Russian prostitutes? What a fucking pervert! I wanted to punch his face but I still needed to get to the airport and I had no idea where I was.

“Mr. Hideo, you’ve had your fun, can we please go now? I need to get to the airport before my flight leaves,” I reminded him.

Mr. Hideo replied, “Yes, of course, young lady,” with a wink. He pulled up his pants, gave my tits one last squeeze and suck, and got back into the driver’s seat. I absolutely made the right decision to leave this country. It seemed like every man in this country secretly wanted to fuck me, and those with the guts to do something about it were rewarded with a special notch on their nightstand that they’ll remember fondly forever. I found it infuriating that I have unwittingly become a social justice sex warrior–black cocks matter, and now Asian cocks matter….

CH. 3 – KINKY IN KATHMANDU

The flight to Kathmandu took longer than I had expected, a full 7 hours from Tokyo. I guess I was having a blonde moment, but it just looked so much closer on the map. Silly me!

After grabbing my baggage at the carousel, I stepped outside of the airport to a bit of a shock. The airport was very small, more like the size of a train station. I guess they do not get that many tourists here. Lining the streets were taxi’s which after my horrid experiences with them in Japan, I refused to take another taxi or uber ever again as the mere sight of a taxi gave me PTSD.

The only other option were rickshaw drivers, a type of carriage connected to a cycle with elder, dirty, frail looking men pedaling for you. Sigh. Well, I guess it beats taking a taxi. I walked past all of the dirty looking carriages until I found the nicest, shiniest looking one.

“How much to the temples?” I asked the driver, remembering I had read that this was one of the coolest things to see in Nepal.

Before answering me, he took my belongings and hauled them up the carriage and extended a hand to help me climb up to the seat, “I give you fair price,” he insisted. I climbed aboard the “fancy” rickshaw, which had a sofa cushion fitted onto its seat. Although I felt scarred by sofa cushions, I appreciated the comfort since it was a long pedal ride.

I was still wearing my tight, black outfit from last night with a skirt and clubbish top that accentuated my cleavage. Looking at all of the local women we passed by, I noticed that they were all dressed very modestly in traditional dress, not revealing any curves at all. I felt like I was way under-dressed with my breasts almost popping out of my top, plus sitting 5ft off the ground in a carriage made me feel like a pin-up girl on display. I also noticed the rickshaw driver constantly looking back my way as he pedaled us ahead. I figured he was looking at his blind spots or checking to see if a car was coming up on us which we’d have to move out of the way for, but a little breeze reminded me that my panties had been torn off by my Japanese taxi driver assailant last night and so I’m sure he was getting an eyeful. Whoops! I closed my legs tightly and blushed in embarrassment.

After arriving at my destination, I handed my driver a wad of money I had exchanged for at the airport, not knowing how much it was worth. He took and pocketed all of it. Well, OK, I guess that was the price then? “Can you hand me my baggage?” I asked.

“Where is your hotel?” he asked me.

“It’s downtown, the one with the billboard that says $15, but my check in time is much later,” I responded.

“You can go visit the temples. I will wait for you here. 2 hours,” he said.

I was delighted, “Wow, that’s really nice of you! I appreciate it. I’ll be back in two hours, OK?” I took my laptop and camera bags with me.

The temples were magnificent. They were colorful and felt so rich with history. Even though I was Mormon I felt myself drawn to the beauty and energy of the (I think Hindu?) temples. It’s safe to say that after my disappointing experience with the commercialism of BYCU, my own religion was losing its grasp on me.

I made it back to the rickshaw in 2 hours with loads of pictures. That nice driver, I never worried that he was going to take my stuff and leave me stranded. The rickshaw driver pedaled all the way there, which took an eternity. I felt so bad for him. I must’ve owed him so much money. After he helped me down and grabbed my things for me, I pulled out more money from my purse but he stopped me, “No, you already paid.”

“Oh, are you sure?” I was confused.

“Yes, enjoy your vacation!” he waved as he hurriedly left, refusing to take the money that I was holding out to him in my hand. Well, that was sweet of him. Either that or I had already paid him a week’s worth of wages!

The hotel was just fine I’d say. It wasn’t as run down as you’d expect a $15 hotel to be. In fact, it was fairly clean and decent. I unpacked my stuff and had a nice, long, hot shower. The bathroom was clean enough that I figured I could stay here for my whole duration, however long that would be.

It was getting late and I hadn’t eaten since having lunch on the plane. I got dressed up in the same outfit I was wearing earlier to minimize my need to do laundry, only this time with panties on and a cardigan to cover up top. I felt entirely safe walking downtown, as there were plenty of western tourists about. Not knowing where to eat, I followed an English-speaking couple who sounded like they were from Australia to a lively restaurant. I sat at the bar and ordered myself a Thakali, sort of a Nepalese smorgasbord, in order to try everything. It was so tasty! I only drank bottled water at first, but later on decided that I no longer had to be limited by my religious restrictions.

“Can I get a Cap’n Coke please?” I ordered a drink that I had no idea what it was. The bartender poured Captain’s Rum into a glass with ice and topped it off with a spritz of coca cola. Oh, so that’s what it was! I took a big sip and almost choked on the alcohol. Wow, that was strong stuff! I wasn’t prepared for that at all.

“She’ll have another one of those,” said a man who sat down next to me. He was tall and built like a construction worker, but his face clean and tan, and wore some sort of brown leather motorcycle jacket. “Wait’ll you try to nachos. They’re really good here,” he suggested.

“Hi, um, I’m actually still working on my first drink, and I ate a big plate of…this thing,” I declined, pointing to my near empty round of Thakali.

He shook his head, “Thakali…nuh, I find local food too spicy for me.” Then how can you eat nachos you big dumb hunk? I nodded at him and continued to sip my drink as the bartender placed a second one in front of me. Well, free drinks, right? “Johnny’s the name,” he extended his hand which I shook daintily.

“Audrey, nice to meet you,” I replied.

“You know I’m doing Everest tomorrow morning. It’s the one peak I haven’t conquered yet,” he boasted.

“Everest…wow,” I said sarcastically, letting him know that I wasn’t impressed with his bullshit.

“You should come with,” he offered as he doubled down on his fib pick-up line.

“Oh, sorry, I’m not interested. I’m more of a sea level kind of gal, but thanks for the offer. I hope you make it to the top,” I rejected him.

“Oh, no, climbers don’t bring their gal pals all the way up. We’d be staying at base camp for the night and I’d be going on my way up alone the next morning. The views are gorgeous and there’s only a handful of spots. You’d be one of only a few to ever get to experience it,” he coerced.

Dawn came quicker than I had imagined. I paid for my tab and got up to leave, my instincts telling me that I needed to avoid this pushy creep. “Thanks for the drink. Sorry I couldn’t finish it. It was real pretty though. Enjoy your nachos.” I stumbled as soon as my feet touched the floor, feeling the effects of my first real alcoholic drink. Johnny caught me before I fell, his hand grabbing a handful of my tit as he helped me back up and onto my seat.

“Please, stay and have some water so that you can sober up a bit, yeah?” Johnny advised. I grabbed my glass of water and downed the whole thing.

“More water please,” I called for the bartender. This was going to be a long night.

I kept sipping on my waters as Johnny kept glancing at my cleavage while he boasted of the mountains that he had summited. “So what peaks are you going to summit after you do Everest?” I feigned interest. I felt like the bar was spinning. My head was pounding. I looked around for a place to lie down and take a nap.

“Oh, there’s a couple of peaks I’d like to climb onto tonight,” Johnny grinned.

I rolled my eyes at his blatant innuendo, which made me feel more nauseous. “I need to lie down,” I said.

Johnny helped me to stand up, “Come with me, there’s a couch over here that you could get some rest on.” He held me up and walked me past the restaurant patrons and staff. The lights felt like they were getting dimmer. I felt a breeze and noticed we were now outside.

“My place is right around the corner. You can sober up there,” Johnny informed as he helped me walk towards his hotel. I was so dizzy and worried about whether I was drugged by the bartender.

As Johnny walked with his arms around me, sometimes grabbing my ass, sometimes feeling a boob, I started realizing that I had left my water unattended at the bar when I had turned around to leave and that it was probably Johnny who spiked my drink. The thought of being preyed upon by this wretched, touchy feely, perverted, arrogant asshole who felt that he was entitled to fuck me made me feel so disgusted. He was everything I despised in a man. Normally I would have screamed and fought off this guy but here I was, about to willingly walk myself to my rapist’s bed to hand my body to him on a platter because the thought of being able to lie down on a warm, comfy bed was so comforting to drunk little me.

A squeaking noise crept up on us. “Hey, you!” yelled a man. We turned around and saw my rickshaw driver pedaling fast towards us.

“What do you want, old man?” asked Johnny.

“Hey! You know this man?” the rickshaw driver asked me.

Johnny answered himself, “We’re friends, now go away!”

Johnny started to walk away with me but I stopped in my tracks and looked back at the rickshaw driver, “Help me! I don’t know this man! He drugged my drink!”

The rickshaw driver stepped down, pulled out a pocket knife, and walked towards Johnny pointing the knife at him, “You leave her alone!” Johnny quickly let go of me, raised up his hands, and then sprinted away.

When he was far enough, he shouted, “I’m gonna get you another time!”

I didn’t know if he meant me or the driver. “Oh my God, thank you so much!” I hugged the man.

“Are you OK? Come on, I take you to hotel,” he said. Did this just happen? Was I saved from a rapist by a rickshaw driver?

“I’m fine now, thank you. How can I ever repay you?”

“No no, you safe, no problem, you safe.” He was such a gentleman.

I laid down on the comfy cushioned rickshaw and fell asleep for the ride, only waking up when I noticed us riding over some cobble stones. I put my head up and saw that we were in an unfamiliar alleyway, which was lined with hotels, each with really pretty girls sitting out in front. We stopped in front of a hotel, which I wasn’t sure if it was mine or not. Was this the back entrance or something? The rickshaw driver helped me down and walked me up to the lobby. He paid some money to a woman and then took me up to a room that looked nothing like my own hotel room.

“Is this my hotel?” I asked him.

“Shut the mouth, keep quiet,” he commanded as he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. He sat on top of me and grabbed my breasts over my outfit. I recognized that look in his eyes. It was the same look those boys in Japan and the football players at college had given me.

No, not again! Why did this keep happening to me?! I didn’t want him tearing my clothes since I was in an unfamiliar place, not knowing how I was even going to find my way back to my hotel, so I pulled my top off for him. He smiled proudly at my obvious consent. I took off my skirt and panties as well, giving him an unblocked view of my entire naked body. He took a moment to take it all in, “Wowwww! You so beautiful!” He rubbed my breasts and felt my skin along the length of my body. “Your skin so white,” he admired.

Great, another fetishizer of white skin. He came up to my face. I parted my lips expecting him to kiss me, but he sniffed my hair instead, then lowered down and sniffed my crotch, running his fingers through my pubic hair. “Real blonde,” he noticed. Another blonde hair fetishizer. I wanted to cry as I felt like a turkey at thanksgiving. I’m like the dream fuck of every man in every country. There was no place to escape to where men didn’t objectify, lusted over, and felt entitled to carnal pleasures with me.

The rickshaw driver took off his pants. I quietly wished that he had a small penis. His penis was hard and sticking straight up. It was anything but small. Jesus F Christ, why didn’t I just go home with Johnny? That overcompensating asshole surely had a micro penis! I bet he would’ve been a two-pump chump too. I could be asleep and dreaming happy dreams right now. Instead, I used my own saliva to wet my pussy and spread my legs wide to accommodate Mr. Big Dick Rickshaw Driver.

He placed the head of his penis at my entrance and shoved it in as hard as he could. “Ooowwwwe!! Whhyyy??!! It hurts!!!! Oh my God! It’s too big!!!” I screamed like a virgin who just got her cherry popped. The man smiled with delight.

Oh, I got it now. It was even worse than I had thought. He was a virgin fetishizer as well. Fuck, why do men have to be such fucking pigs? He thrusted his too big for his body cock in and out of my poor little tight cunt as I drifted in and out of consciousness from the pain. He took his time, thrusting hard and smacking into my body on every pump. He really wanted to punish my pussy. He flipped me over and fucked me from behind, his long penis reaching my cervix as he bottomed out on every thrust as he smacked his body against my ass vigorously

He laid down and pulled me on top, forcing me to stay awake and bounce myself up and down on his shaft as he spanked my behind with his hands. I’d never been spanked before. I didn’t know if I liked it or not but it made me feel both scared and electrified.

He turned me around to face me. I fucked him while he was on his back, supporting myself with my feet on the bed, legs spread out and bounced up and down on him, giving him a great view of my bouncing tits which he reached up to squeeze and thumb my nipples. I tried laying down on his chest to rest but he grabbed my head and kissed me with his tongue. He held my body down as he jackhammered his dick into my pussy from below. He fucked me fast and hard. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he said excitedly.

“No, no, no! Are you gonna cum?” I pleaded.

“Yeah! yeah! yeah!” he uttered.

“Please no! Don’t cum in me! You’re not gonna cum in me!” I begged.

He grabbed my ass and fucked me as hard as he possibly could, “yeah! yeah! yeah!”

I felt my orgasm hit me as he shot his cum into my quivering, squeezing, sucking pussy. I screamed into his face as I came, “Ahh! Nooo!! Fuck!!” while he screamed into mine as he came.

“Yeahhh!! Take the cum!!” He kept thrusting into me as his cum gushed into my pussy while I bucked myself on his dick as my cervix opened to suck all of his cum inside. Oh dear, what had I done?

When he was well finished, he shoved me off him over to the side and got up to put his clothes back on. Wait, that’s it? Honestly, I was offended. I kind of enjoyed being worshipped by all the men who had taken me so far, like I was some sex goddess. But this man acted like I was no different than any local girl. Was it true? Was I no better a fuck than other girls he’s had?

What about the gallon of cum he came in me? I could get pregnant. I mean, I’m out of plan B and I don’t know where I’m going to get more. I thought, you might have knocked up a pretty blonde girl from America, Mr. Big Dick Rickshaw Driver! Minutes earlier he was worshipping my body and now he wasn’t even looking at me. Honestly, he was a damn good fuck and I felt disappointed that he didn’t feel the same about me.

“Hey Mr., please, I want to go back to my hotel,” I asked. He finally turned around and looked at me, his face looking sad and depressed for some reason.

“Yeah, yeah, I take you to hotel.” Oh, now I understood. That was the look of guilt and shame. He must have a wife whom he loved very much. He felt bad about cheating on her with me. What a sweet guy. Maybe it was my fault. I mean, look at what I was wearing, and how I was behaving, how drunk I was. I was such an easy lay that he couldn’t resist. He liked my look. He just wanted to know what sex with an American girl was like. It was pretty damn good, wasn’t it? I grinned at him before correcting myself as his expression didn’t change. “Get dressed. We out of time,” he informed me. Whoops, I was still naked.

The man who’s name I still didn’t know and didn’t dare to ask pedaled us away to my hotel which was only a block away. I plopped down and immediately fell asleep during the ride so when we reached my hotel, he graciously carried me down and helped me get to my room. I would have totally let him have round two so I removed my clothes as I got in bed and laid there waiting to be ravished and taken advantage of again, but he still kept a somber expression on his face, turned around and walked away.

God, where was Johnny when I needed him now? Maybe he could fuck, who knows. I wish Nobu and Maro would bust through my door and revenge fuck me for ditching them. I was like their anime dream girl. They surely would’ve impregnated me. They would’ve both knocked me up at the same time. I’d be having twins, one from each of them. Gosh, I had such a dirty mind! Remind me to never drink again. zzzzzzzzzzzzz

The sunlight glowing through the curtains was my favorite way to wake up. I opened the windows to take in the beauty and fresh air of Nepal. People below were talking to and coming from the local markets, carrying produce, breads, and meats that they plan to cook today. Not being familiar with market customs, I preferred to shop at the commercialized supermarkets just outside of town. I was back to riding in cabs again. No more rickshaws for me. It was more than just the rape.

Word had apparently gotten around as I noticed all of the rickshaw drivers now leering at me and riding right up beside, hitting on and propositioning me as I walked. The local women were even giving me dirty stares like I was some home wrecker. I didn’t feel safe being so exposed in the open now, so dresses, head scarves, sunglasses and cabs were a good way to hide from all of the unwanted attention.

I came back to my hotel from the market carrying groceries for the week. I stepped into the elevator when a man’s hand held the door open for me to walk in. It was Johnny. He was dressed in his usual brown leather jacket, smoking a cigarette. “Well hello there. Audrey, right?” he announced. I didn’t say anything. “Need a hand with those two big bags of yours?” he leered. It wasn’t funny. I turned away. We got out at the same floor and he followed me towards my room.

I walked slowly, waiting for him to pass, until I got to my door and stopped. I knocked on my door, knowing no one was inside, “I’m back! Can you open the door?!” Johnny walked past me a couple of doors down and knocked on it. OK, he must be visiting a friend. It was just a coincidence that he was here.

The door in front of him opened. “What do you want?” a man asked. I pulled out my key to unlock my door.

Johnny took the cigarette out of his mouth and replied, “I’m here for the duck.”

“Duck? What duck?!” the man at the door said.

Johnny looked over at me, “Actually, I think it’s…” I looked away, unlocked my door and walked inside, and turned to close it but Johnny ran down the hall and blocked the door with his foot, then pushed his way inside my room.

Johnny grinned, “Goose! You’re mine now!” I dropped my groceries and gasped he closed the door behind him. He pulled out a pocket knife, “Scream and I’ll gut ya.” I backed away, unwittingly into my bedroom. Johnny followed with his knife pointed at me. I held my arms up to my chest, unable to move them. I looked around for a weapon but saw nothing useful.

When my legs bumped into the edge of my bed, he closed the distance, picked me up by the shoulders and threw me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and held the knife near my face. I flashed back to a dream I had the other night. It was more like a nightmare. Johnny had gotten my address from the rickshaw driver and met me downstairs. He spoke crude words to me and I ran up the stairs to my room, but he followed me and forced himself inside before I could close the door.

He then raped me on my bed, but his penis was so small that I couldn’t feel a thing. He had trouble maintaining an erection as well, so I had to talk dirty to him to help him get hard. Eventually he finished in under a minute. When he asked if it was good for me, I bursted out laughing and made fun of his pathetic penis. He then stabbed me out of anger and I woke up.

I didn’t want to get stabbed this time. “I… I thought you would be peaking Everest by now…” I spluttered.

“Oh, there’s a couple other peak’s I’m more interested in right now, love,” he leered at my breasts. I stayed still as he reached his hand to my top and ripped it open, its buttons falling to the floor. “Let’s see what those puppies look like.” He slid his knife to my bra and cut it with one slice, causing my tits to spring out. “Gorgeous! I love rose colored nipples!”

A slice of my panties and now my body which I thought this sicko would never get to see, was now on full display for him to ogle. He put his knife away. “Heave your chest up.” I did as he asked. He reached up and twirled my nipples with his warm, rough fingers. His touch was electrifying. He bent down and took them into his mouth, giving each a lick and suck. He looked up at my eyes and grinned, “See? I told you I was gonna get ya.” I could only admit that he was right.

He continued his assault on my tits, sucking them like they were his to play with, sucking them hard until they popped out of his mouth, licking and biting my nipples. He took my nipples into his fingers and twisted them hard I thought they were going to pop off! Then he continued licking them.

“Please…don’t!” I was talking to myself. A wave suddenly hit over me as I started to orgasm from his relentless nipple play. “Aahh!!!” I cradled his head against my breasts as my body shook from ultimate pleasure. Oh my God, how could I? How could I cum for him? Never, please! Anyone but him! My body contracted and expended its energy. I sunk down to the bed in shame. The disgusting pig actually made me cum.

Johnny laughed, “I knew it. You really like me. You were just playing hard to get.” It was so humiliating, but I thought maybe this would save my life, so I nodded.

“Oh, Johnny, that was amazing.”

“What do you want me to do to you now, darling?” Johnny asked as he removed his pants.

“I want you to fuck…” I looked down and saw that his penis was sticking halfway out of his underwear…”me….um, that thing is huge!”

Johnny laughed, “Oh don’t worry, I already know it’s gonna fit.” Johnny lubed himself with spit, got on top of me and jammed his big cock into my little waiting pussy. I blacked out from the pain but came to a few seconds later to him pounding the shit out of me into my own bed. He fucked me hard for 30 seconds and threw his head back as he came, sending spurts of his baby making sperm into my pussy. I really didn’t want a baby, especially not this asshole’s.

He wasn’t done it seemed. He turned me around, spat on his cock and entered my butthole. Now that was so painful! I blacked out again and woke up seconds later to him fucking me hard and fast. Didn’t this guy know any other speed? No wonder girls don’t like him! He fucked me hard and rough, not caring if I was enjoying it or if I was even in a comfortable position. He moved me wherever he wanted. He picked up my behind and pushed my face down onto the bed.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed as he stood on the ground and fucked me that way. Then he pulled out completely from my ass, turned me around and stuck his cock into my mouth, shoving my head down on it a couple of times until he came another load of 8-10 spurts of cum. I tried to swallow it all because I didn’t want to be sleeping on my sheets and blankets with his cum spilled on it, but I couldn’t get it all so some did spill below. It wasn’t enough for him to force me to nap a full 8 hours with his repulsive spunk inside my body, but I guess I’ll also be sleeping draped with this man’s cum tonight as well.

Johnny let out a loud, satisfied sigh, “Blondie you are one good fuck, ya know that?” I wasn’t his. He didn’t deserve to fuck me. The fact that he did it anyway, gave me an orgasm and got so much sexual pleasure out of my body made me want to cry. I had no doubt he would boast to all of his climbing buddies about laying me. I had died in my dream about him, but real life was worse than my nightmare. I went to the shower without saying a word, hoping he would be gone by the time I came out.

I purposely took a 2-hour shower so that I wouldn’t have to see Johnny when I was done, and I was right. When I stepped out with a towel on, I saw no sign of Johnny. Sigh. What a relief. I put some clothes on, did my nightly skin routine, and went to bed. My blanket and sheets were still sticky with his cum, and once in a while I’d feel some leak out of my pussy. Despite being repulsed by that man, I felt my body getting turned on when I recalled all the things that he made me do.

He was the most vile creature ever to take me and it made me feel so vulnerable and feminine. The worst was the thought that he might’ve impregnated me. I was in shock. I had been raped by a monster. I rubbed my pussy, my clit, and licked my own tits as I thought of the monstrous man slamming his giant cock into my tiny little pussy, tearing apart my ass and shooting his cum anywhere he wanted.

I wanted him to break into my room again and take what I refused to let him have. I didn’t belong to him but he didn’t care, did he? He told himself he was gonna fuck that blonde girl at the bar and he did it. “Now get over here and fuck me again, you disgusting pig!” I came loudly, my pussy squeezing my fingers while I massaged my breasts, pretending I was getting pounded to oblivion by the man who said I was his now. If only he knew. Sigh. “Why are men so stupid?”

I woke up the next morning and had breakfast in my room. I was ready to catch up on my on-line studies, but I couldn’t find my laptop anywhere. Oh no, did Johnny steal my laptop? That motherfucker! I quickly got dressed and went to the bar where I had met him to look for him. I asked the staff and bartender but none of them had seen him lately. I walked around to various bars and restaurants, peaking in and asking people if they had seen an Australian with a brown leather jacket around. No one had. I had to go to the police, but I had no idea where the police station was.

That’s when I noticed my “Rickshaw Rapist” across the street, waiting to pick up a ride. I stormed over to him. He noticed me and started pedaling away but I stepped out in front of him and made him stop. “Stop! Wait! Do you remember the man you chased away the other night when I was drunk?” I asked.

“What you want?” he asked.

“Did you tell him where I was staying?!” I accused. He said nothing, obviously guilty as charged. “He stole my laptop! I need it back. All of my classes are on there! My whole life is on there!” I yelled.

“That not my problem,” he said.

“Can you just tell me where the police station is? I need to make a report,” I demanded.

The Rickshaw Rapist laughed, “This not America, sweetie pie. If you want laptop back you have to pay.”

“How much?!” I argued. A woman wearing traditional dress came over, speaking Nepalese with my rickshaw driver. They were arguing with each other and he was pointing to me at times. She looked over to me and continued yelling at him. I asked him, “Is this your wife? Did you tell her what you did to me?”

The driver held me back. “OK, OK, I know where your laptop. Please, have a seat, I take you to him. I get you laptop, OK?”

“Fine,” I got up onto the rickshaw by myself. He said something to his wife and then she left, seemingly pleased. “I can tell that you really love her,” I said.

“I tell her we argue about fare. Now everything settled,” he explained.

“You know, it was just sex? It didn’t mean anything. She knows that you love her,” I tried to comfort him.

“So, you forgive?” he hoped.

“What? No! You owe me your life!” I challenged. He chuckled and pedaled away. “So, who is this mysterious man who has a thing for pink laptops?” I quizzed. “He very rich man, control all markets of Kathmandu. His name Sultan of Nepal,” he said.

Sultan of Nepal? Sounds intimidating. “Is he…dangerous?” I asked, not knowing if risking my life was worth retrieving a replaceable hunk of metal.

“For you, no. He love foreigners.” Wait, *love* foreigners? I hope that doesn’t mean what I thought it meant. “He love tourism and the money,” he explained. Ahhh, I understood. I was glad that I had brought my purse.

We pedaled a distance through the markets before finally arriving at a building with symbols on the front. It was guarded by two armed men out front. I stepped down the rickshaw. The driver exchanged pleasantries with the guards in their native tongue. The guards opened the door to allow me in with a smile. “Remember, tell them Toofan sent you!” said my driver as he got up on his rickshaw and left. Toofan? You mean the other night I got railed by a…Toofan?

They led me down the edge of the room. Inside were people dressed in white robes praying on their knees. Finally, we reached a door which opened up to a small room. On the table was my laptop. A tall man dressed in a colorful robe entered from the other side. “Miss Audrey,” he smiled.

I pointed to the pink laptop on the desk, “That’s my laptop.”

“It belongs to me. I purchased it,” he countered.

“Why would you want a pink laptop?” I asked.

“I am a fan of technology. Laptops are hard to come by here. So, when I was offered a chance to buy one, I did,” he said.

“I need it for my studies. I’ll buy it back from you. $700,” I offered.

“I’m sorry, Miss Audrey, but it is not for sale.” There was silence. I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t sell it. What did he need it for? I wanted to grab it and run, but how far could I get before a guard caught me?

“There is a way for me to give you this laptop,” he leered.

“Yes, anything…. uh, I mean, not anything…what do I have to do?” I asked.

“Are you a virgin, Miss Audrey?” he asked.

I sighed, “Me? A virgin? I wish I still was, but no.”

“But you follow Mormonism, correct?” he asked.

“Yes, I—I’m a Mormon,” I stuttered.

“Good. You see, the highest honor for a Muslim is the successful conversion of other religions to ours, especially white Christian women. It brings validity to the attractiveness of our religion. It shows other religions that we are capable of conquering the world,” he explained.

“OK, so, you want me to convert to Muslimism? And then you’ll give me my laptop back? That’s fine, I’ll do it, I’ll become a Muslim,” I said.

“What I want, Miss Audrey, is for you to become my wife,” he explicated.

“Your wife?! Like, get married? Like, right now?” I feared.

“In six days’ time, we will have our ceremony here. You will become my wife and take your place among my nine other wives. You will be treated like royalty, have the money to purchase anything you want, visit any country for pleasure, eat all of the best foods of the world, and you will have your own servants who will bathe, cook, give you massages, drive you places, and much, much more!” he boasted.

I admit, it was the most enticing proposition I’d ever had. I looked deep into his eyes. Was he kind? Probably not. Would I be expected to perform sexual duties nightly? Probably yes. Will I be having tons and tons of babies for him? Probably yes. Aside from his brown skin and odd choice of dress, he could pass for Mormon.

“Okay. I will become your wife,” I agreed.

“Then it is agreed! Wonderful!” He picked up my laptop and handed it to me with a bow, “This is my engagement gift to you, Miss Audrey.” I was so relieved. Finally, my baby was back in my hands. “You will return to your place of stay and prepare for our marriage in six days’ time,” he commanded. I nodded and was escorted out.

A black BMW awaited outside of the mosque. Exciting the car was the driver, a caucasian man with sunglasses and a brown leather jacket. It was Johnny. I gasped but kept my composure. He opened the door, “Hop in, miss.” I sat in the back seat as he drove me back to my hotel. I didn’t feel angry. Just sadness that a man who I thought was at the very least the same race as me, as we had the same skin, would sell out his own kind to a dirty, greasy brown man. Had he no conscience?

He led me up to my hotel room. For once he was quiet and somber looking. I didn’t stop him from coming in. I knew he wouldn’t rape me again, not while I was betrothed to the Sultan. He wouldn’t dare, would he? I opened my laptop and started searching for flights out of Nepal. I was only 19, I wasn’t going to get married to a Muslim and abandon my faith and religion for a stupid laptop. I just wanted to get it back any way I could and get the hell out of Dodge! Johnny noticed what I was searching for. “You know, the Sultan basically owns the airport. He’ll know if you try to leave. If you’re caught, you’ll face a sentence far worse than a lifetime of marriage,” he informed me.

I slammed the laptop closed, held in my emotions erupting with furor, “So what am I supposed to do, asshole?! You got me into this mess by stealing my laptop and selling it to the most dangerous person in Nepal! Was this your plan?! Do you get a finder’s fee for bringing him a Mormon wife?!”

“This wasn’t planned. I didn’t know I was gonna sell it to him. He was the only one who had the money to buy it. I’m sorry I got you into this,” he confessed.

“Then help get me out! How do I leave the country without him knowing? Please, you have to help me!” I pleaded.

“You can’t. There’s no way to leave. But listen, I suppose there might be a way to cancel the engagement. You’d have to do something that would embarrass the Sultan so bad that he’d never agree to marry you out of shame,” he said.

“What do I have to do?” I asked.

“Make a sex tape and post it on the internet,” he offered.

“Sex tape? With you? Are you kidding me? You’re the most vile, most repulsive man I’ve ever met! I would never ever *willingly* have sex with you even if my life depended on it!” I yelled.

He put his hands up and walked away, “I’m just trying to help. But fine, congratulations then. I’ll buy you two a toaster.” He opened the door to leave.

“Wait! Do you really think it would work?” I asked desperately.

He closed the door and came back with a sly smile, “This has happened before. A nephew of his was supposed to marry his cousin, but he was in love with a girl from school. The Sultan had one of his guards drug the girl and have sex with her on video, uploaded it to the internet, and showed the nephew, who disgusted with what his love did, decided to agree to marry his cousin.”

I chastised him, “The term is rape, not sex. What that guard did to that girl was rape. What you did to me with that dick of yours, that was rape!”

“Oh come on, this dick is about to save your life, blondie!” He boasted while grabbing his crotch. I just couldn’t win against him, could I? I couldn’t understand how a college educated girl like myself could be outsmarted by a low life, alcoholic, sleazy nomad.

I disrobed, “Fine. Let’s get it over with.” Johnny set up his camera and took off his clothes. He was already rock hard. Oh how I hated that I was mesmerized by his cock. I hope I wouldn’t enjoy this. “Can we just…do it missionary and… quickly? Please?” I begged.

“It takes a lot to get me off, birdy,” he smiled. I sighed and laid down on the bed, bent my knees and held my legs up for him. “Now that’s a nice looking birdy!” He jumped on top of me and slid himself in with one thrust, grinning at me as I kept my eyes closed, before he started hammering his big dick into my wet pussy. I kept my eyes closed and tried thinking about baseball as he enjoyed me intimately for the third time now, mauling my breasts as he pounded me into my squeaking mattress. Baseball…long, hard bats, tight butts, big hands, hairy forearms….oh no, that wasn’t working. I didn’t want to enjoy this. This deplorable jerk was pistoning his slimy dick into my darling little pussy yet again, using my tight body against my wishes for his personal enjoyment. I felt like God himself had gifted me to this man as he was the first to take my body three times.

His face with shadowed after shaving, chiseled bones, protruding brow ridge, and thick nose contorted as he sought to drill into every unexplored crevice of my vagina. I breathed rapidly as he pummeled me with his powerful manhood. I may have detested his personality, but there was no question that this man, this alpha male, with his clever tongue and swagger, was the desirable prototypical fuck-boy, or rather fuck-man. Oh, Audrey, just enjoy it will you? This might be the last fuck you’ll ever have.

I grabbed onto his neck and kissed him. I shoved my tongue into his mouth. It was gross, he was sooooo old, but he knew my body so well! He knew that he could make me cum anytime he wanted by pushing the right buttons, entering at just the right angle, thrusting at the exact pace that I liked, touching me at the right places, but he was biding his time, forcing my body to build up my orgasm until it can explode with maximum pleasure. But I had to have it now! I pulled my lips away and spat in his face! “Fuck me you big brute! Fuck me!” Angered, he wiped off my spit, grabbed my hips and pulled my body into him as he fucked me with fury.

I was smarter than him after all, “Yeah! Yeah! Do it! Take it! Take my pussy! Take the Sultan’s pussy! Fuck me! It’s your pussy! Get your pussy! Fuck me you big Ozzie bloke!” He found the angle, the rhythm, he bent my body the right way, he put one hand under my back and the other squeezed my tits and I came on command! “oohhh noo!!” I lost my vision as I felt my soul intertwine with his, our plasmas exploding in the electrified air, my body shaking and cramping while I screamed. He grunted loudly and clenched his fists as his heavy filled balls blasted my insides with his semen like a water cannon. Yes! I was his!

I slowly started to regain my vision when it was finally over. My head still in a daze, I crouched into a ball and whimpered. That was too much…too much. Johnny was still on his knees on the bed, looking spent but pleased with himself, “Woooh! Now that was one for the record books, yeah?”

After coming down and catching my breath, I could finally speak…”OK..you win, Johnny, you win. I have no complaints.” Johnny extended his hand out for a high five.

I raised my hand up for him and he smacked the palm, “Fuck yeah!” At last, it was over. I’ll never have to do that with him ever again.

“Can you upload the video ASAP?” I asked.

“Yeah, about that…um, listen, now that I think about it, I don’t think that’s actually going to work. I mean he really, really wants to marry you! You know, those brown folk are kinda obsessed with our women…the whole blonde hair, white skin thing drives them nuts. Yeah, he won’t stop until you’re his, I’m sorry,” he confessed.

I got up and pleaded with him, “What? I thought you said he would call off the wedding. That was the whole point of making the video! That was the only reason why I actually *let* you fuck me this time!” It finally dawned on my dumb blonde brain that he used that stupid rouse just to get into my pants again. He had tricked me again! I was mad. So mad at him! I got up and stomped towards him with a death stare, huffing and puffing like a bull seeing red.

Johnny held his hands up as he backed up, “Now hold on blondie. It was good, wasn’t it? I mean, I was good, yeah?” I swung my right arm and punched the grin off of his face. He got clocked expecting an open-hand slap. He fell back as I swung my left arm and caught his face again, but partially blocked with his hands, sending him falling back further. I spun my body all the way around and landed a spinning kick to his stomach as hard as I could. He grimaced as groaned as it knocked the wind out of him, falling and stumbling back until his back hit the window, shattering it and falling through.

I reached out to grab him, “Nooo!!” It was too late; he fell out and I heard a thud. I held my mouth from screaming. “What did I do?” I cried into my hands. I looked out the broken window below and saw Johnny lying on his back on the ground one story below. Kneeling next to him were two Chinese monks dressed in red and gold robes. They looked up at me and I quickly snuck my head back into my room. They saw me. They knew my face. Obviously, the proof was my room’s broken window. I’m gonna go to jail for murder. I’ll never see home again. This was it. Maybe the Sultan can save me? Was he even that powerful? Would he even want to after he sees the sex tape we made? I know I wouldn’t.

I rushed down to the lobby and ran past to where Johnny would have fallen. When I got there the monks had made a makeshift stretcher. They picked him up and placed him onto it. “Wait! I can get a cab to the hospital. It’s quicker!’ I spoke. The monks looked at me but did not speak. They picked up the body and started to carry him away. I walked with them. Maybe it’s not far. I was in a panic and crying. As we all walked, I admitted to them that it was all my fault. I ended up explaining the whole situation to them, from beginning to end, starting from my time at college up to today’s events. I don’t even know if they understood me, but it felt so therapeutic having someone to listen to me. I just hoped that they would be understanding to me when the police arrived. All I knew was that in this situation I needed people to vouch for me. I know I might’ve killed him, but I also didn’t want to spend the rest of my life behind bars in a 3rd world country.

The monks walked quite far, for at least 2 hours. It was dawn when we finally arrived to their destination–Kath Dragon Monastery. A temple? A place of worship? Why did they take him here? Was he dead? Was he still alive? I didn’t understand. The monks brought Johnny to a room and placed him onto a wooden bed with a thin mattress on top. Two nuns came to see to him. They spoke with the monks in their native tongue. Oh, so they *can* talk. That’s good. The monks bowed in prayer to me as they left the room and I did the same to show respect and appreciation, “Thank you for helping him.”

The nuns washed his cuts and took his vitals manually. They checked the circulation of his hands and feet. They felt his chest with their palm, and lowered his pants to inspect his crotch for injuries. The nun turned to me, “He is a strong man. You must love him very much,” she smiled.

I was delighted she spoke English, “I….uhm….will he live?”

She nodded, “He will live.” They left the room. I stayed the night, the nuns teaching me how to wash and pray for him the Buddhist way. For once I recited another religion’s prayers, for Johnny.

On the fifth day, Johnny woke up. I was asleep on the floor, having checked out of my hotel room after paying for a new window and bringing all of my belongings to the Monastery. They were so kind to allow me to stay there with him. “That was a nice roundhouse. What was that? Karate? Judo?” Johnny spoke. I smiled big, jumped up and gave him a hug. “Ow…” he grimaced in pain. Whoops.

“I’m sorry, I’m so glad you’re alive!” I said.

“It’s gonna take more than some tiny little blondie to take out Johnny O.Z.” he said.

The Buddhists monks invited us for lunch. We sat down at the wooden picnic tables and were served vegetarian dishes prepared by the nuns. We each were given empty plates and chopsticks. In the middle of the table lined vegetarian dishes and communal chopsticks for each dish, which we would use to grab some food to put on our plates and then use our own chopsticks to eat with. It was really yummy. Even Johnny, the meat and potatoes kind of guy, enjoyed the food.

“This shit’s amazing. Can we get a doggie bag to go?” asked Johnny.

A monk spoke, “Mr. Oz, you are in no condition to leave. You must rest at least one more month. We will take care of you here.”

“Why am I here anyway? Why am I not at a hospital?” asked Johnny. I wondered the same.

“Han and I were coming back from the market when we overheard a domestic argument from your flat. As we walked away, we heard the window shatter and Mr. Oz falling down onto the floor. We looked up and saw a very small, young girl. Presuming the young girl was the one responsible for projecting the man out of the window, and knowing how unforgiving the laws in Nepal are for such violence, we decided that the man was well enough to survive and that we had the capabilities to take care of him, so we brought him to our monastery and avoided the medical and government authorities to prevent the young girl from a lifetime of incarceration,” spoke a monk named Jun.

I was mesmerized, both by the contents of the speech and also by his impressive command of the English language. Jun, the tallest of all the monks, a lanky man with a long neck and long fingers, almost alien-like, was also soft-spoken, gentle, and chivalrous. I smiled and bowed at him, “You saved my life. I will be forever grateful.”

Johnny shook his head, “You should’ve just left me for dead, cause the Sultan won’t stop until he finds *her*,” he motioned towards me, “She’s supposed to marry him tomorrow. Once he finds out that she’s been hiding out with me, they will make mincemeat out of the both of us.”

Jun looked over at me, “Is this true, Miss Audrey?”

I sighed in defeat, “I’m afraid it is. I am to marry the Sultan tomorrow at noon.” Jun looked down in disappointment. I had never disappointed a Buddhist monk before. It hurt me.

Another monk named Han stood up. It was him and Jun who carried Johnny to the temple. “Is that what you want, Miss Audrey? Do you wish to marry the Sultan?”

“No, of course not, but I made a promise so that he would give me back my laptop. I understand that there is no way to leave the country without the Sultan knowing. I don’t have a choice,” I surrendered to my fate.

Han and Jun talked among themselves in their native tongue, then Jun spoke to us both, “It is wrong to force a girl to marry someone she does not wish to marry. If you do not wish to marry the Sultan, then you will not marry him. If the both of you must leave the country to escape his wrath, then Han and I will provide safe passage away from here. There are roads that not even the Sultan knows of. We will help you escape.”

“Really?! If this is true, I’m ready to leave right now,” exclaimed Johnny.

I rejected the idea, “No! If you do this for us, the Sultan will come for you later! He will destroy this Monastery and everyone in it.”

Jun spoke, “That is why we have decided for all of us to leave. This Monastery will be abandoned. We will join a new Monastery in another place out of the reach of the Sultan.”

“I can’t let you do that. Not for me. I’m not even Buddhist. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice everything for someone like me,” I cried.

Jun spoke, “We had already decided to sacrifice everything the moment we saw that you were in danger.” How? Why? I’m nobody. I cried.

“Please, get your things. We will leave at once,” Jun insisted.

The monks and nuns all left to gather important things to take to the new monastery. Johnny got up and patted me on the back, “I’ll pack up for ya, blondie.” I stopped short of swatting his hand away as I remembered that I was in a place of worship, but I snapped at him in low tone,

“Don’t call me that.” Johnny took his hands off of me.

“You can sit here and give yourself about 30 seconds to dwell about how this is all my fault and how much you hate me. And then you need to make yourself useful by getting up and helping those nuns pack their things,” he advised. He was right. I’ll save my hatred for him for another day. Right now, we had to get moving.

We escaped by foot in the cloakness of night, everyone carrying 30+ lbs. in backpacks. I was a strong runner in high school, so I had no trouble keeping up in the front of the pack with Jun and Han. Meanwhile, Johnny struggled traveling in the rear with the nuns. It was a grueling hike up hills with no paved roads, the paths sometimes just inches wide over the hillside. I wasn’t intimidated. Quite the contrary. I felt perfectly safe walking between my two heroes, Jun and Han. We tried not to utter a word the whole way, as the sounds of voices could echo far from where we were at. If anyone found out about our plans and told the Sultan, let’s just say that it would have been more merciful to take a misstep down the ravine.

We hiked all night, never stopping even to urinate, as our excrements could attract wild animals and birds who might give away to the dimly lit villages below that people were moving in this location. It was near dawn when Jun and Han finally stopped, having reached a junction. Our faces were all covered with dirt and dust. The red sun was starting to rise. The valleys below were now barren. It was a beautiful sight. Finally, Jun spoke, “We have made it safely across the border.”

CH. 5 – BECOMING A BUDDHIST SEX GODDESS

“Welcome to Tibet,” spoke Jun.

“Wow….” Johnny looked around.

“To the west is Freefall Monastery. To the right is Garden Road Monastery. Choose, Miss Audrey,” spoke Jun. “I choose Garden Road,” I said. “Then I will go to Freefall,” said Johnny. I was confused. I thought we were in this together now?

Johnny nodded to Jun, turned to me and exhaled, “I haven’t been good to you, love. I’m a bad influence. This way, you get a clean slate, with no one to fuck it up for you.”

He was right. He was a distraction. Good and bad memories, but mostly bad if I was honest with myself. I nodded, “Thank you, Johnny. I wish you the best of luck on your new journey.” We bowed to each other and parted ways. I knew I’d never seen him again. He’d spend a couple of days at most at the new Monastery and then would wander off on his own…Johnny the Wanderer. Jun, Han, and two nuns took me on my new path while the other monks and nuns led Johnny onto his. I kept looking back as we went, right up until the other group disappeared over a sand-fogged ridge.

We continued our hike until the noon sun when it was too hot to continue, taking refuge in a musty cave. We prayed and ate lunch, no one speaking much. I searched around the caves looking for the Dead Sea Scrolls. Was the Dead Sea even near here? Probably not, but I found it fascinating that I might’ve been experiencing a journey similar to ancestral missionaries. Alas, the sign I was looking for was not there, and so this was the perfect place to rescind my faith. When the sun started to fall, we continued our walk again. Coyotes, anyone? I hope someone carried a weapon.

We walked and walked until dawn when we finally reached the Garden Road Monastery. It was large, much larger than Kath Dragon. The entry road was a long and straight pebble walkway, lined with bushes and a serene garden in the middle. When we reached the foot of the temple we were greeted by a monk in gold and white robes. We came just in time for dinner as the monks and nuns, at least 30 of them, were seated quietly with hands folded, at a single long table eating. We were so dirty though, so Jun suggested that we clean ourselves up so that we didn’t get any dirt onto the food which consisted of several vegetarian dishes.

The nuns had their own quarters which were 12 in one large room. The monks were also 12 in each of two rooms. I was given my own small room, roughly the same size of the room I stayed in at Kath Dragon. I was incredibly thankful for the privacy. The showers were actually quite wonderful. There was warm water and soap. I took my time since I was so dirty. When I got dressed and came out, Jun and Han plus the nuns were already eating. I was glad no one had to wait for me. I quickly joined them, bowed and prayed at the table to give thanks for the food.

Life at the monastery was so peaceful. After all of the drama I had endured, this was heaven for me. They did have internet access so I was able to finish up the semester of college. I used my free time to complete as many classes as possible, graduating early with a degree in Religious Studies. What I was going to do with that, I didn’t know, write a bible maybe? Just kidding.

For the next two years I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the monastery, using my time to reflect on life and simply think. Life was a joy. Everything was the same every single day. In the daytime I joined the nuns doing housework and chores, even learning how to cook. And at night I joined the men in prayer. Once I had finished my studies, I also joined them all at the entrance walkway where we each sat on a cushion and just thought–contemplating life mysteries and attempting to find inner peace. I learned to let go of the past and move on knowing that instead of becoming a victim from the trauma that I had endured, I was actually a complete person despite of it all.

Then one day, a single, simple flower changed everything. As we sat on the walkway, thinking about the meaning of life, a blue and white flower fell from above onto my lap. I picked it up and smiled, pinning the flower into my hair. An elder in prayer had caught notice immediately. He spoke aloud but softly to others next to him in their native tongue while pointing his stretched hand to me. Embarrassed, I tried projecting my voice over to them without raising it too loud, “Did…did I do something wrong? Is this flower sacred?” I asked apologetically, pointing to the flower. The elders stood up one by one and slowly walked over to me. Soon everyone gathered around me as I stayed seated. They gazed at me, at the flower, then back at me. I gasped, thinking I was in big trouble now.

Suddenly, they all knelt one by one, and bowed. What was going on? Why was everyone bowing? An elder named Dokai stepped to me while still crouched. “This blue and white flower that landed on your lap is a sacred flower. We call it by its name: Divinity. Divinity is said to be the favorite flower of Padme, the Buddha Goddess of Pleasure. She is depicted in drawings wearing the flower on her hair, just like this…” He reached out and held my hair up with the flower in it, “You, Miss Audrey, are the reincarnation of Padme,” he said as he bowed down to me again.

Um, it was just a flower. This was a lot to process. “What does this mean, for me? What’s going to change if I’m…um….Padme?” I asked. I admit, it was kinda cool to be considered a reincarnated Buddha, not to mention what an incredible honor that was!

Dokai stood up and held his hand out for me, “Please, come with me.” We walked back to the main building and entered the library. He opened a book and showed me a depiction of Padme. It was uncanny. Aside from having a different hair color and style, she looked just like me.

I gasped, “Oh my God, is it true then? Am I her? Is she me?

Dokai read the chapter to me, translating into English. “Do you understand now, Miss Audrey?” he asked.

“I understood the story…Padme was so beautiful and kind. She used her body to provide pleasure by making love to many monks to alleviate their sexual frustrations, which made it easier for them to stay celibate as making love with Padme wasn’t considered a sexual act but an act of love and compassion. But what did that have to do with me?” I asked.

Dokai closed the book and handed it to me. “You are Padme, the Goddess of Pleasure. This monastery has 24 monks who have had to fight sexual urges every day for many years. We cannot fornicate. We cannot masturbate. We cannot even think sexual thoughts. With you here, finally it is now OK. With your blessing, we can now think sexual thoughts, masturbate, and even fornicate, as long as it’s only with you,” he explained.

I dropped the book in shock. Thump! “I’m so sorry!”

Dokai bent over to pick it up and placed it back onto the shelf. “It is here whenever you need to reference your past life. You were obviously chosen to come here for a reason. We all knew this, but did not know what that reason was, until today.”

I nodded, “You want me to have sex with you…all of you, each and every one. Got it.” I needed to catch a train to Busan, stat!

“This would not be purely sex. It would also be compassion, kindness, and mercy, for we have been suffering in silence for many years. Please, be kind to us, Miss Audrey,” Dokai pleaded as he bowed once more.

I had to consider these poor monks. They saved my life…wasn’t this the least that I could do to show my appreciation? “So….you want…. pity sex? OK, I guess I can do that. I mean, that what Padme would do, right? Anyway, my body count’s already double digits. What’s 24 more? I can probably get through the whole lineup in 30 days,” I said.

Dokai rose with smiles, delighted with my answer, “A monk will lay with you tonight, and every night another monk will lay with you, unless you are menstruating. After you are finished menstruating, we will continue to lay with you. Every month is the same,” he said.

“So, month after month after month after month? Every day? For how long?” I asked.

“Two, five minutes tops,” he joked. I didn’t laugh. He coughed, “Forever.”

“Forever?! Well, that’s convenient,” I said with sarcasm.

“Will you…do it?” the elder asked.

I sighed, “You poor monks! Of course I will! I actually haven’t gotten laid in two years so why not? It is the right thing to do anyway. OK, so, who’s first? You?” I accepted.

“I am the oldest, so yes I will be the first to have my needs met by you,” he said.

“And the others are…drawing sticks?” I joked.

He didn’t get it. “The next oldest, then the next oldest, then the next…” he explained.

“Gotcha.”

The nuns prepared me for the first night’s sexual release ritual by taking me to a gynecologist in town for an examination, blood tests, the works. Since I was unpure, of course. The doctor prescribed a birth control shot for me as well, thank god. At night after dinner, I bathed and dressed in a red and gold robe like the monks. It was such an honor to put it on.

Dokai visited me at bedtime which was 8 o’clock. The old man came through the door and bowed to me, “Good evening, Padme, Goddess of Pleasure, I have come to you in need to make peace with my physical urges. May I have a moment with you tonight?”

I stood up from my chair and walked towards him, “You may,” I answered. Dokai disrobed himself and then he slowly disrobed me. He examined my body with his eyes and hands, feeling my skin and peering into my eyes. He shyly kissed me. I might’ve been the old man’s very first kiss. How sweet! When he was fully erect, he used his hands to push my head down. I knew what he wanted. I got on my knees and took his penis into my mouth, making old man monk gasp in shock at the warmth and slickness. I sucked him softly, running my tongue underneath his small shaft as he made a circular motion with his hips. I looked up and saw his head was up towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. I gave it one final hard suck and he vocalized as he orgasmed for the first time, “Ayyyyyyahhhhh!” cumming thick gobs of sticky, warm white goo into my hungry, sucking mouth. It was an honor to swallow every last drop that came out of the modest old man. He took his penis out and looked down at it confused like he had no idea what had just happened to him. It was so cute.

“Thank you, Padme, you have freed me from distress,” he smiled and bowed as he backed out of my room.

“It was my pleasure,” I bowed. Sigh. Did that really just happen? What have I agreed to here? Am I now a white sex slave for 24 Buddhist monks? I chuckled. I knew they need it though. They need it so bad. This really was such a great honor for me to be able to please them….

The first 12 monks that I helped to attain much needed sexual release were the elders, roughly 40-70 in age. All but one decided on hand jobs or blow jobs as the preferred method of helping them alleviate the sexual frustrations. Some of them touched my breasts. Some touched my hair and skin. A couple of them kissed me. They were all unusually quick so it was a piece of cake. The youngest elder, Diki, was the only one who wanted intercourse. Or rather, he was the only one who wasn’t shy about asking for it. Diki was his name but, in my head, I called him Big Diki because well, you can guess why. I don’t know about actual measurements but he was 1.5 hand lengths. He came ready to rock n roll!

Diki bowed as he entered my room, “Goddess Padme, may I have the pleasure of releasing myself with you tonight?”

“You may,” I answered. He stepped forward with swagger and dropped his robe. The move made me notice a trickle of ooze coming out of my vagina. By the look in his eyes, I knew exactly what he wanted. I sat on the bed, spread my robe open and laid back onto my elbows with my legs hanging off the bed. He stepped forward and guided his rock hard spiritual dick into my Goddess pussy. I was already so wet and ready for him. He entered with a thrust and closed his eyes to savor the moment. I giggled under my breath. I had done it! I had taken a monk’s virginity! He slid very slowly out of me until just the very tip of his tip was left inside and then slowly slid back in all the way up to his base.

I felt so full inside. I exhaled with pleasure. It had been 2 years since my pussy had known what a penis felt like and it was so heavenly. He thrusted slow, long strokes in and out of me. On his 20th stroke he slid in all the way to the hilt and held himself inside as he emptied the contents of his balls into my waiting pussy. He moaned with joy as he came, satisfied with finally experiencing one of the greatest treasures life has to offer.

His sperm burst out of my vagina as he pulled his penis out. He bent down to have a look at his masterpiece. “Lick it,” I commanded him. He looked at me with uncertainty before sticking his tongue out and touching it to my vagina, just happening to place it bullseye on my clit. I grabbed his head firmly and commanded him, “Lick me more.” He lapped at my pussy. It was warm and wonderful. I hadn’t felt this in so long. I grabbed his hands and placed it onto my breasts, squeezing his hands against them so that he’d know what to do.

He lapped at my pussy faster and faster. I was so thrilled to be getting pleasured so well. When I came, I squealed, trying to keep my typically loud, vocal orgasm on the quiet side as to keep my modesty. Trying to hold my breath in made it all the more intense as I squirted into the monk’s face! He didn’t know any better but kept lapping at my vagina and took my squirts into his mouth, even swallowing it! I felt bad for him but at the same time it was sooo hot because I felt like he cared for me by doing so.

After I was done, he got dressed and bowed goodbye, “Thank you, Goddess Padme. You are a true gift from the heavens.”

“Thank *you*, Big Diki…I mean Brother Diki. I will remember this moment for the rest of my life.” He smiled at exited, not even washing himself before going to bed. Now that was a real man!

Menstruation came and went and then it was onto the next group of 12, the younger monks age 24+. All of them requested intercourse, which was fantastic. I felt that giving hand jobs and blow jobs were wonderful and effective, but for these monks to experience the full sexual release they must have sex with me and have their orgasms while inside of my body. The union of a man and woman is more than just physical. The act of making love, copulating as if we were trying to conceive, is the ultimate understanding of the spiritual love between two physical bodies. One by one they each touched me, kissed me, fucked me, and released their pent-up semen, which finally had somewhere to go and I every last spurt inside of me.

Han was second to last to visit me. As one of the monks who saved me from the horrors of Nepal, I wanted to make things extra special for him, so I lit some candles to set the mood and draped a princess net above my bed. Han stepped into my room and announced, “Miss Padme, it is an honor to be with you tonight. I want you to know that I have the utmost respect for you and will treat you well. If there’s anything I do wrong, please let me know.”

I giggled, “Relax, Han, you can call me Audrey. Come here…” I stretched my hand out.

He stepped forward and took my hand in his, sitting on my bed next to me. “Miss Audrey, have you enjoyed your stay here at the monastery? I know it is vastly different from your previous life,” he asked.

I smiled lovingly at him and sighed, “I have really enjoyed my time here and have learned so much. I have grown so much as a person and feel much closer to all human beings now. This has been the most productive two years of my life. I mean, there were times when I wanted to let my hair down and just wild out, and I guess this opportunity is actually helping me do that by expressing myself sexually. This is exactly what I want,” I admitted to him. He smiled and disrobed, leaving me to disrobe on my own.

Han, a pudgy young man just a little taller than me, wanted the full girlfriend/wife experience. He gazed into my eyes before we made out in complete silence except for the sounds of our lips against reach other’s and our tongues swirling around each other’s mouths. There was a lot of slurping and heavy breathing. He felt my breasts as we kissed, feeling the roundness and fullness, running his fingers down my nipples. He rubbed my back, stomach and thighs. He kissed my neck and sniffed my body scent. It was so passionate.

I kissed his nipples and licked them, which made him stiffen in arousal. I rubbed my hands up and down his length which was as long as Diki’s. I kissed his penis and licked the shaft, taking the head into my mouth to tease him. I didn’t want him to cum yet and not in my mouth. This special monk deserved to cum inside my pussy. I sat on top and lowered myself down onto his hard, long cock. He moaned with approval as I slid myself all the way down to the bottom. He was the 12th monk who’s virginity I had taken. I think that’s a new world record!

I stayed at the bottom with him inside me, letting myself get used to his size. I rubbed his nipples which made him start trying to thrust up into me. Finally, I let up and slowly bounced up and down the length of his shaft. He picked up his head to watched his own yellow penis get devoured by a blonde trimmed white pussy. I wondered what it was like for him, to have his virginity be taken by a foreigner. I slid myself side to side, threw my hair back and rode him harder and faster. It didn’t take long. He reached up and grabbed my breasts hard as his lower body stiffened up and he finally had his release, ejaculating his seed into me as his mouth gaped with carnal fulfillment.

I laid on top of him with his cock still inside of me. I kissed him all over his face. I licked his ears and his eyebrows. “I love you, brother Han.” I licked one of his nipples and rubbed the other with my fingers. I kept licking him until I felt his penis getting hard again. This time, I leaned back while pulling him up on top of me. “Now this is how a real man does it to a woman,” I instructed. He pushed in and pulled out, then pushed in all the way with a mighty thrust, startling me with his aggressiveness. He fucked me harder and harder with each thrust. He wanted to show me that he could be a real man. He fucked me, he really fucked me! He was pounding me faster and faster; the slapping noises must’ve been heard by everyone as it echoed in the room. His pubic bone was grinding on my clit on every thrust. I pulled his face down to kiss him as he kept pounding and pounding at my pussy. It was awesome! “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried as I came for my savior. He tensed up and he spasmed his body while he came again inside of me, giving me all or his reserved cum.

He fell his body softly onto mine and slid onto his side. After cuddling for several minutes in silence, I fell asleep. Minutes later I woke up to Han getting dressed. Surprisingly, Han didn’t want to spend the night with me. He backed out of the room, “Thank you for a wonderful night, Miss Audrey. I can’t wait to see you again next month,” and left the room.

“Bye, thank you!” I blurted out as I blushed. Oh, how awkward. I felt a kind of connection with Han.

Finally, Jun, being the youngest of the monks, was the last person to have a taste of my foreign flesh. I apologize. I had banged every monk in this monastery so yeah, I thought I was kinda hot. (Wink) Jun stepped into my room at night and saw the candles and draping I made for him just like I made for Han. “Greetings Goddess Padme, I have come to request your consent for me to experience sexual awakening with you,” Jun spoke. I stretched out my finger and curled him to me. He came still dressed. I stepped towards him while allowing my robe to fall to the floor, then undressed him.

I kissed his closed lips. “No tongue?” I asked. He picked me up firmly, like I was a feather, and placed me on top of the bed and mounted me between my legs. Right down to business. He entered me and closed his eyes. He thrusted in and out of me and panting his breath. I touched his strong, rounded shoulders. He looked down at me and grabbed my breasts. He kissed me. We were breathing heavy with our mouths open so it was my chance to slip my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back with tongue finally. As we kissed passionately, he groaned into my mouth as he came, shooting spurts of cum that hit inside of my vagina. His cum shot the hardest of all of them. “Wow, you must’ve been really horny,” I giggled. He smiled, bent down and licked my tits, taking one whole into his mouth and licked my nipples. I heaved my chest up at him to give him easier access. He rubbed my pussy as he sucked my other tit.

And just like that he stopped. He got up, got quickly dressed, and said goodnight, “This was wonderful. Thank you, Goddess Padme.”

I stood up, sighed and bowed, “You’re welcome, brother Jun.” I felt like he was a bit emotionally detached from the experience. It felt more like a straight up fuck than making love. He wasn’t the only one like that, but for some reason it bothered me more when it was him.

The next year would repeat itself until I finally had vaginal sex with all of the elders. Sometimes I felt a little bit icky about it. It was fine when they came quickly. The ones who lasted longer made it feel more awkward, like they were *really* getting off on fucking a young, pretty girl. But I understood. I mean, if I had an old, hard dick I’d want to stick it into me too. I’ll say, they were the luckiest monks on the planet. (Wink)

Of all the monks, I looked forward the most to sleeping with Dokai, Diki and Han. Dokai because he was the oldest and so he was running out of time to enjoy my body. I wanted his last years to be as sexually satisfying as possible, knowing the we had to make up for all these years of him not having any kind of sex.

Diki was the best fuck. Honestly, he seemed kind of experienced at sex, but it was due to him being an avid reader of sex education books in the library. My man Diki should get an A in fucking!

Han ended up being such a great person to talk to. We would often spend our private alone time talking all through the night. We always did have sex, but sometimes it’d be at very end where we’d realize how late it was and that we needed to bust out a quickie so that he could get to sleep. But he never spent the whole night with me. Even if it got as late as 3 in the morning, he would go back to his own bed to sleep for the last couple of hours.

Jun, although I really appreciated being able to show my appreciation for him saving me, by having sex with him, it seemed like it was just sex for him. He was almost business like. In and out and on his way. I mean, he wasn’t *that* cold with me, but I just expected more from someone who said that at first glance of me he decided that he *had* to save my life. Still, I tried my best to make him happy and fulfilled.

One night when Han was with me, I had to ask him, “Han, do you know what’s up with Jun? Why is he so distant and cold when he has his nights with me? When he prays, he does so far away from me and even at dinner he sits nowhere near me. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong with him? I’ve tried so hard to help him enjoy his experience with me.”

“Miss Audrey, don’t you know?” asked Han.

“Know what?” I asked.

“Jun is in love with you,” he explained.

“What? No. Why? How? That makes no sense,” I said.

“That’s why he avoids you and pretends to not enjoy sex with you. He’s trying to keep emotionally detached so that he doesn’t fall deeper in love with you,” said Han.

My eyes widened with the revelation, “Oh my God! Really?! Why didn’t he tell me?!” I asked.

“It isn’t appropriate for a monk to fall in love,” said Han.

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea that a monk *could* fall in love,” I wondered.

Han laughed, “Miss Audrey, don’t you know? We are all in love with you!”

OK, now that was bizarre. “Excuse me? Everyone? Like, all of the monks? Even the elders?” I was so confused.

“Yes,” he answered firmly.

“Even you?” I asked him point blank.

He shyly nodded and admitted, “Even me.”

“But you’re my best friend,” I said.

“And yet you never noticed. You never noticed any of us acting strange around you. The way we look at you shyly, how our voices creak when we talk to you. You didn’t notice. But you did notice Jun’s strange behaviors. He stood out to you. Do you know why?” asked Han.

“Because he’s weird…” I answered.

“Because you are in love with him also,” said Han.

“Excuse me? No! No! N….wait. Ya think? Am I? Oh……oh my god, I am… you’re right. I’m in love with Jun. I mean I think I’ve loved him ever since we were at Kath. I wanted him to like me, to be attracted to me, to lust for me, to love me. I wanted to see emotions for me in him,” I shook my head. This can’t be real. I was in love with a monk!

The next morning at sunrise I followed Jun out to the entrance where he did his daily prayer. I sat down right next to him. “Jun,” I whispered.

He broke his concentration, “Miss Audrey…”

“Jun, do you love me? Just tell me. It’s OK…” I coerced.

He didn’t look at me, “It is forbidden.”

“But I love you too. You’re the one, Jun. Am I the one for you? If so, let’s run away together. We can be free to love each other. We can date. We can make love. I mean we already do make love but we can make love *every night*. Maybe even get married!” I said, picking up a leaf in my hand.

Jun sighed and shook his head, “I cannot abandon my faith, my life, for love.”

“Jun, marry me,” I proposed. I handed him the leaf that I was holding. It was just something of mine and at the moment I wanted to give that to him.

“Miss Audrey, I do love you. When I first saw you, I looked up and thought I saw an angel. And I was right. But you have turned out to be more than just any angel. You are a Buddhist Goddess, to be respected and revered, to obey and to serve for life. I have not stopped loving you since the first time I saw you,” spoke Jun.

I understood his faith. I cried tears of joy. I didn’t want to put any more pressure on him. “Thank you so much for telling me this. It means so much to me. I can understand that we can’t be together. I understand that, truly. But from now on, I need you to be who you really are. Don’t hide your feelings from me. Don’t look at me like you don’t care about me. I need you to look at me like you love and adore me. It won’t be weird because everyone else here already does that too. I’d feel appreciated and respected…and revered. Talk to me like I’m your best friend. Make love to me like I am the love of your life. Hold me and kiss me like you’ve been waiting an eternity for me. You really have been waiting sometimes a whole month just to feel the softness of my skin, to smell my hair, to be inside…”

Jun interrupted, “Miss Audrey…I… I’m aroused….”

I giggled, “Oh no, I’m so sorry! Jun!” We both laughed.

The next day Jun and Han accompanied me and the nuns into town to go to the market. Our nunnery had actually shrunk to only 6 nuns, the others leaving because they did not agree with what was going on with me. Some thought I was being exploited as a foreign sex slave while others thought that I was a mythological serpent sent from hell to seduce the monks. I ignored it. I knew that what I was doing was pure from the bottom of my heart and that the intentions of the monks were also honorable.

The remaining nuns believed in me and were so glad to see the upbeat change in the monks. They were now so close with me. Jun and Han went shopping at the market to pick up food for the week while the nuns and I visited a small temple to pray. We always visited this temple while in town to give thanks and to pray for all of Tibet.

In the day, as we were praying and it was just the nuns and I at the temple, we heard footsteps running into the large open room. We turned around and were tackled by olive skinned men with beards. They picked us up and dragged us into a room. The men touched our bodies, feeling our breasts and vaginas. One of them ripped the gown off of a nun named Tei, exposing her naked body for everyone to see. “Leave her alone!” I yelled as I was restrained by two men.

The door to the small room flew opened and in walked Prince Nasim, AKA The Sultan of Nepal. It was him! He had found me! “My dear wife, at last, I have you again,” he grinned.

I cursed him, “What do you want with us you filthy pig?! You and your men are disgusting pigs! We are nuns! This is a temple! Please show respect!”

The Sultan laughed. “Nun? That’s great! I can’t wait to strip you off your nun-hood just like I will strip you of your maidenhood!”

Hold the record. “I’m….not a virgin,” I told him.

He shook his head. “The men you’ve had before are all meaningless! With one thrust, I shall write over your entire sexual history with the only cock that matters!” He removed his bottoms to reveal a huge cock that pointed forward at me. Oh my God, he was right. That thing was so huge! If he was to be successful in getting that *thing* in me he will basically make every dick that’s even been inside me redundant. All I could do was gape my mouth at the sight of it while he grinned proudly.

“Never! I will never be your wife!” I spat at him.

He wiped the spit off his face and licked it, “tastes like blonde girl.” The men all laughed. “I will take you back to my kingdom and we will marry at last. You will become my 17th bride but you will be my favorite. You will get fucked in each of your holes every single night!” The guards cheered.

The Sultan continued, “Quiet! None of you are deserving of this beautiful creature. Only those worthy will be enjoying her body. You will be my country’s ambassador. Your job will be to meet with world leaders, oligarchs, lawmakers, army generals, businessmen, and Nepalese movie stars and recording artists. Your job will be to serve them all with your body, so that I can pay favors for these people, so that they can pay favors back to me. You will be my personal honey pot.”

I was shocked. I was doomed. I wanted to cry, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak. “I won’t do it! You will have to kill me! Or I will kill myself!” I threatened. The Sultan spoke to his guards in his native tongue. The guards cheered as they ripped off the gowns of the rest of the nuns, pawing at their breasts, sucking at them and fingering their vaginas. “Please stop!” I cried.

After one guard picked up a nun and set her up on a table, then pulled down his pants, I had had enough. I had to save my sisters. They had done so much for me. They believed in me. They vouched for me. They stood up for me and now I had to repay the favor, even if it meant a lifetime of sexual slavery to important people. “Alright! Stop! I’ll do it! I’ll marry you! Just please, leave the nuns alone!” I pleaded to the Sultan. The Sultan halted his guard from committing rape against the nun.

The guard pulled up his pants and pulled her off the table while the Sultan walked over to me. “It begins, now!” He picked me up by two hands, carried me over and dropped me down onto the table. He reached at my gown and ripped it completely off in one stroke. I was totally naked now, exposed for everyone to see. He spoke, “Before I marry you, I’m going to fuck you first as I have waited three years to get this pussy!”

He lined himself up against my vagina. I closed my eyes, opened my legs and winced as I expected to be torn apart. It slid in with effort. The fit was so tight that it hurt the Sultan just as much as it hurt me. “I’ve never had a pussy this tight!” The Sultan thrusted in deeper but barely got in an inch. It hurt like hell but I was doing this for my sisters so I could stand the pain. Finally, he grit his teeth and slammed himself hard against my body, his dick plopping all the way into my cunt with the head of his cock resting comfortably on my cervix.

The Sultan proudly exclaimed, “Finally! For three years I searched for you! And now I finally get to fuck you!” A tear fell down my cheeks as I accepted defeat. For 3 years I had been hiding from this man, thinking I had gotten away scott free, thinking that he had forgotten all about me. I had even forgotten what he looked like until now. The slender face, the beard, the dark, hairy hands which were now on my bare white breasts, mauling them roughly to make up for the 3 years they had evaded his big, strong hands. I felt so ashamed and helpless. As a woman I could do nothing to defend myself against the ultimate humiliation of being taken against my will without any possible way to fight back.

The Sultan shoved his monstrosity of a cock into me, out, and in as fast as he wanted to, desperately wanting to release his foul semen inside of me. He didn’t care about his pleasure as much as he wanted to break me, which he did as I shut my crying eyes hoping that he would change his mind about taking me back to Nepal. Becoming his wife was bad enough but to be passed around to high-ranking officials like some political prostitute was more than my soul could bare.

The Sultan fucked me with fervor, pulling my legs up over his shoulders as he drilled his horse cock into me, completely filling me, pushing against every inch of my vagina like no man has ever done. I could feel my vagina spread in size to my hips on every thrust, with his tip nestling and pushing against my cervix and I could see it pushing up against my belly muscles. What in the lord’s name was this Arab man doing to me?

There was a feint noise of the front door of the building being busted in. The Sultan’s guards grabbed their weapons and stormed into the main room. There was constant thumping, clanging, and then silence. The Sultan kept his concentration on me, or actually my pussy, his eyes fixated on the contrast of his huge brown penis widening my little white pussy. I wish I wasn’t so tight. Finally, he jerked his torso repeatedly as he reached the point of no return, his climax, his whole purpose for tracking me down, which was to do to me what I had denied him 3 years ago and that was to fuck the shit out of me and attempt to impregnate me.

He groaned mightily and shot a monster load that kept cumming and cumming and cumming. His “thing” erupted and overflowed like a volcano. His sperm was running out the sides of my tight vagina and onto the desk and floor beneath. He was still cumming as I opened my eyes and heard the door behind me burst open. I turned my head to see Jun and Han rushed in. Han jumped and flying kicked the Sultan in the chest, sending him and his still cumming penis falling backwards into Jun who caught him and applied a choke from behind. The Sultan’s grabbed at his throat, his penis still dribbling the last of its sticky cum as his face turned purple. Finally, the Sultan went unconscious and Jun let off and let him fall onto the ground.

The nuns found extra gowns and covered themselves and me with one. Sam picked me up and carried me from the table. “Miss Audrey, I’m so sorry we didn’t get here sooner. We have failed to protect you,” cried Han.

“No, Han, I’m sorry that I had allowed that to happen. I’m sorry that you, Jun and the nuns had to see me be defiled like that. I’m so ashamed,” I cried.

Jun spoke, “Miss Audrey, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You and the nuns were our responsibility. It is our fault. We should have sensed that you were in trouble earlier than we did. You are blameless in this.” I cried into Sam’s shoulder as he carried me, both him and Jun alternating carrying me for miles until we got to the monastery.

“I’m sorry for allowing the both of you to carry me such a great distance. I didn’t even ask if you had sustained any injuries. Don’t worry, I will take care of the both of you,” I said.

Lan, the nun I was closest in age to, spoke, “Sister Audrey, it’s OK, you have been badly injured. The three of you will need to rest your bodies. We nuns are all unharmed. So, we will be the ones to take care of the three of you.”

“Thank you, sister Lan, I owe you all so much,” I said.

“No, you sacrificed yourself to save us from dishonor. It is we who owe you,” said Lan.

My whole body felt like it got bruised up. My back hurt. My shoulder was sore. My neck was in pain. But it was my vagina and my bosom that hurt the most. The disgusting, perverted Sultan treated me like a sex doll built to withstand the roughest forms of carnal pleasure. I was worried most about what Dokai, the eldest elder, would think of me. Would he consider what I went through a defilation? Would I have to renounce my title of Goddess of Pleasure? Would none of them ever want to copulate with me again? Worse, would I be banished from the Monastery?

All Jun and Han needed were bandages on their fists and feet, having used the Buddhist Dragon Style Kung Fu that they had practiced since they were orphaned children back at the Monastery in Kathmandu. I loved them both so much. This was the second time that they had saved my life.

The attack and destruction of my body by the Sultan left me weak and fragile. It took weeks for me to fully heal. When I finally was able to hold myself up and walk again, and feed myself, and bathe myself, I was only welcomed with the worst of news. After finishing my first meal at the table with everyone, Dokai stood up to speak without looking at me, “Miss Audrey, you must leave this monastery at once.”

I stood up with my head down and spoke, “Yes, I understand. I will leave here and never come back. I am sorry for everything that I have caused.”

Dokai turned to me and continued, “Miss Audrey, Jun and Han had spared the Sultan’s life. He is very weak and bedridden, but he will heal eventually just as you have. Once he does, I’m afraid he will come for you as he now knows where you have been hiding all these years” I’m not banished? He was only afraid for my safety? Or was this just a ruse to allow me to leave with honor?

“I understand. As long as I am here the Sultan is a threat to the monastery. I will leave at once. I will go where I’ll be the safest, back to America,” I nodded in agreement.

“The Monastery is in danger whether you stay or not. He will no doubt come for revenge. We shall abandon this city and journey to Freefall Monastery, where we will stand a better chance fighting against the Sultan,” Dokai continued. Freefall, that’s where the other monks had gone to when we came to Tibet. “You will go back to America, but don’t underestimate the Sultan’s reach. If our joined forces fail to defeat the Sultan and his army of guards, you will be in grave danger,” continued Dokai.

I spoke, “Wait, do they have guns? You’re going to need guns. You can’t fight them with just kung fu. They’ll massacre you,” I pleaded. Please, I didn’t want them all to perish because of me.

Dokai replied, “No, we do not have guns. Our Kung Fu is the greatest in the world. But we do have the Tibetan army posted just 3km from Freefall,” Dokai winked. “Miss Audrey, please, when you get to America, try to live a normal life, and find yourself a husband. It would be for the best.” I unconsciously glanced at Jun who also looked up at me before darting his eyes away. “The Sultan will stop seeking you to become his wife if he knows that you are married. Sultans never marry someone who has had a husband before them,” explained Dokai.

I nodded, “I know just who I want to marry.” That guy from school, um, the guy who I first had sex with…no, not the black guy, the white guy, the first guy I had ever consented to. I hoped he was still single. I wish I could remember his name though…now what was it?

“Jun, Han, you will accompany Miss Audrey to the airport in Lhasa where the three of you will board a flight to Shanghai and then to America. It is much safer than traveling back to Nepal,” he said.

I perked my head up, “Jun and Han are coming with me to America?”

Dokai continued, “I am transferring Jun and Han to another monastery for their failure to protect you and the nuns. They have accepted the punishment with honor.”

“But it wasn’t their fault!” I contested.

“It has already been decided. They will be joining the Three Suns Monastery in New York,” he said.

“New York? I don’t know anyone in New York?” I was confused.

“Miss Audrey, we have already purchased a small home in your name and will provide you with a plentiful stipend for the rest of your life.”

My eyes and mouth widened in shock, “A house? Money? What? Why?”

“This is our thanks for the wonderful service you have provided for everyone here. We all love you very, very much and we will do anything to protect you. You gave us all a meaning in life we had never experienced before. You taught us how to love.” They all bowed to me in thanks. I bowed to them as well. Han was right. They all really were in love with me. And I will love and cherish them forever.

CH. 5 – TAMED BY A TRANSIENT

By taking the long way home it took 20 hours of flying with a stop in Shanghai where me, Jun and Han had some soup at the food court before boarding. Everywhere we went people gave us looks. I was dressed in a hooded gown but people noticed my skin when they came close. What were two monks doing with a white skinned nun, they must’ve wondered. They had no idea that I was a Buddhist Sex Goddess. And that my two monk bodyguards were also my favorite fuck buddies. (Wink)

The flight home was somber to say the least. None of us talked much. We mostly slept, watched free movies, and had our airplane meals. The flight attendants were gorgeous. I wanted to ask for a Cap’n Coke but didn’t think that would be very Buddhist of me. You know, I definitely identify as a Buddhist, but I can’t say that Mormonism has left me 100%. It’s what I grew up with and all I had ever known up until I had been discovered to be a sex goddess. I can’t say that transition was smooth at all, though my absolute willingness to abandon my prior faith made it easier. I had just started coming into my own as a Buddhist when the topic of love crept into my heart. You know what, though? I realized that I really miss cheeseburgers.

Touching down in Los Angeles in the afternoon gave me the chills. High rises, freeways, lots of motorists. This was it? This was home? Everything seemed so…familiar and boring. I wanted to find a spot to meditate. But the boys’ connecting flight to La Guardia was in less than an hour and I had to grab my bags and change my flight. I wanted to go to my college to pick up my degree, see my family, and find that guy from school who’s name I still can’t recall. I bid goodbye to Jun and Han who were on their way to their new monastery in New York. “I’ll miss you guys so much!” I gave them each a hug.

Han said, “I will miss our talks. Things will not be the same without you.”

“Oh, I know, me too. Thank you so much for being there for me. You’ll always be my bestest friend ever,” I hugged him tight.

Jun spoke, “Miss Audrey, I apologize for not allowing myself to show my appreciation for you. If I had the chance, I would do things differently. I would open myself to you and learn as much as I can about who you are.”

“It’s OK, Jun. I’ll come to New York soon. Maybe I’ll visit you two at the monastery!”

“You are most welcome there,” they said in unison. We bowed to one another and parted ways.

I was dialing my brother to pick me up when I realized that maybe I didn’t want to see my family, at least not until I could make them feel proud of me. After everything that has happened to me, including losing my religion, I felt like they would be ashamed of me and see me as an outcast. Coming home with a degree wasn’t enough. It had been years, so a degree was expected by now. No, what would really impress them would be a husband…a Mormon husband. Dear God, what *was* that boy’s name?!

I grabbed an Uber ride to BYCU. The fare was $100! But after checking my bank account balance, I was shocked… and tactful not to let the driver see what I was seeing. It was like I had just won the lottery! I tipped him a healthy $50, “Thanks for the ride, Sanjay!”

His eyes lit up when he saw the tip, bowing in prayer to me, “Thank you very very very very very much, Miss Audrey Moore!” That’s Buddha Goddess to you, pal!

Everything about BYCU was just as I had left. Lots, and lots, and lots of white people walking around looking for classes or finding a spot to study on the lawn. There were no minorities in sight, not even in classes, but I knew where they were–study halls and of course, “the house.” I made sure to avoid going near those places. As I made my way to the guidance office, I passed into the Health building. Nothing really had changed. There was still a line of girls waiting to see a nurse, doctor, gynecologist, or all three. I shook my head at them, “Stupid white girls.” I made my way past all the staring eyes into the Health building to find a bathroom to change out of my Buddhist gown and into something more typical of what a college girl would wear.

After I changed, I headed to the college counselor’s office. Mrs. Breault’s door was open. “Hi, Margaret, remember me?” I asked.

Mrs. Breault looked up at me and took off her glasses to get a better look, “Hello Miss… I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“Moore, Audrey Moore,” I said.

“Ah, yes! Audrey Moore, the off-campus graduate. I just went over your file the other day. You never indicated if you had wanted your diploma mailed to your home or…”

“No, I wanted to pick it up in person. I’ve just been…traveling.”

She stepped over to a filing cabinet and pulled out an envelope to hand to me, “OK well, here it is. Your degree and tran***********s. 4.0 GPA. I’m impressed that you were able to ace all of Mr. Avery’s classes. I’ve heard that he only gives those out for students who put in the extra effort.”

Oh, what a snidely little bitch. With degree in hand, I got up to leave, “Thank you,” and shut the door on my way out.

After grabbing a bite to eat at the cafeteria, I walked slowly around campus just to take it all in before saying goodbye. It was getting late. Most classes were over and the students had all gone back to their dorms or were in the library studying. I walked on the public perimeter road by the library to avoid the study halls. The path was peaceful, quiet and I could hear crickets starting to chirp. I had walked around almost half the campus. Just off the road was a last walkway back into campus towards the dorms, which was dimly lit like the rest of the campus. At the front of the walkway was a brightly lit blue safety call thingamajig. It’s this pole with a blue emergency button that you can push if you’re being chased after by an attacker. You pushed it and the campus police came running. It was something to give women a little peace of mind when walking alone in the dark. But as I walked closer, I noticed a man standing by the blue safety pole. As I got closer and closer, I noticed the man seemed homeless as he was wearing a very dirty brown jacket and pants, had old worn-out shoes, unkempt long hair, and he looked like he was trying to figure out how to make a phone call with the button. I had to walk past him as he was on the walkway but I made sure to stay on the far end of him and walked quietly as possible, hoping that he wouldn’t notice me. When I got near him, I hurried up my pace.

Startled, he turned around and stared at me before uttering, “escuse me, how much?” I stopped dead in my tracks, not sure if I should help him or get ready to defend myself. His accent sounded Mexican…probably illegal.

I stammered, “Um, that’s not a phone. It’s a safety button.”

He raised his hand and pointed at me, “For you, how much?”

“Well, you pushed it, so I’m sure someone will be here soon to help you…” I started to walk away.

He pointed to the left of me, “OK, is that him?”

I stopped and perked up. Finally, a campus officer was here, I felt much safer. I looked left and right but didn’t see anyone. “Ughmf!!” I was pushed hard from behind as I fell to the ground, scraping my knee. The homeless man had tackled me and was now dragging me on the dirt into the bushes. “Nooo!!” I pleaded. He put a hand over my mouth and kept dragging me further in. This couldn’t be happening. I must fight back. I clawed at his hands and tried to get at his face.

He pulled me to a well-covered area, reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. “You scream I kill you!” I kept on clawing. “I gonna fuck you dead or alive. You want alive, you quiet. You want die, I make you die,” he warned. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t lying. I stopped the clawing and just laid there shaking with tears running down my face, not knowing what to do. He smiled, put his hand on my blouse and ripped it open, the buttons flying off. He used his knife to cut my bra, making my breasts spring out, the whiteness of my skin shimmering under the scattered light from the blue pole. He immediately put a mouth on one of my tits and sucked it like a hungry baby. “So soft!” he laughed. He pulled down my jeans and cut open my panties.

He grinned, “Real hair.” I didn’t even notice when he took off his pants, but he got between my legs and immediately shoved his whole cock inside of me. “Ooooohhhh is so wet, so warm, you like?” he laughed. He fucked his cock in and out of my poor little pussy, not knowing that he was putting his filthy homeless, illegal penis into the pussy of a Goddess. The bastard didn’t know how lucky he was to have me. But he sure fucked me like he knew that this was the only chance he’ll ever get to fuck a girl like me. He pounded and pounded and pounded me into the cold, hard dirt. I hoped he’d cum soon, but not inside of me. I didn’t know what diseases he might have.

Suddenly a bright line was shown towards us. The homeless Mexican with his penis still inside of me, a hand covering my mouth, put his head up to be lighted up by a police car’s lamp, his eyes squinting from the brightness as he blocked it with his other hand.

“Hello there, are you OK?” came over a speaker phone of the cruiser.

“Yes, yes, I OK, officer,” he shouted back.

“You can’t sleep here. Get your things and leave,” the cruiser said.

“OK, I get my things, I go now,” said the homeless man. The police cruiser turned off its lights and drove away. Oh no, that was it? Someone pushed the blue button, there’s a homeless man laying on the ground in a rape position, and they just leave? What the hell kind of campus cops are these?!!! The homeless man laughed at my demise as he continued to thrust his ugly, dirty tool in and out of my velvet smooth cunt. He did not deserve me!

“You like?” he asked.

“Please don’t cum inside me, please, please don’t!” I begged.

“OK,” he chuckled. He fucked me and squeezed my tits, grunting with every hard thrust. He was fucking me like he wanted to punish me. For what? For having a home? For being legal? For being white? It was hurting so much to be continually pushed into the ground.

“I want cum inside you,” he offered.

“Oh my God, No!” I pleaded.

“Yes!” he nodded with a grin. I’m fucked. He’s gonna do it anyway, I know it. He’s playing games with me. He’s getting off on it. I was making it more enjoyable for him by saying no.

As long as he came quickly, let’s get it over with. “OK,” I nodded, “You can cum in me,” I nodded, “Do it. Cum inside me.”

“You want?” he asked.

I nodded, “Yes, yes, I want, I want your cum in my pussy, please, cum in my pussy, give it to me, do it!”

“Uhhhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhh! Hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!” he shouted as he unleashed his dirty, filthy, homeless seed into me, holding himself still as he kept cumming until the last drop made its way into my body. He panted out his heavy, foul breath, “Ay, senorita!” He got up and pulled up his oversized pants.

I closed my eyes, relieved that it was finally over, crying thinking about how many times this has happened to me now. 10? 20? I’ve lost count. I tried to think positively. At least he didn’t kill me or scar me in any way. I sniffled, “Maybe this was what I was good for. Maybe this is the purpose of the Goddess of Pleasure, to be used for pleasure by men of all races and classes. I bet I’m the prettiest girl he’s ever had. Is that not a good thing? I wondered if I was his first young college girl. Or does he rape a different girl every night on this pathway?

That cursed blue button and useless campus police! I couldn’t believe what just happened to me, again. I’ve been forced to give my body up for someone’s pleasure every day I’ve been on this campus. I dusted myself off and made my way to my dorm, not knowing if my key card would still work or not. The walk back was dark just like every part of campus and with a bundle of bushes every 30ft or so, it’s like they purposely made every inch of campus into a rape trap. I was ready for anyone, student, teacher, or transient to jump out behind a tree and grab me at any moment. The old me would have picked up a weapon or protect myself. But at this point if some dude jumped out and grabbed me, I’d give in to my fate and let him do whatever he wanted. In fact, I would’ve thrown myself at him and fucked him myself. Because that’s obviously all that I was good for, a good cheap fuck.

Anyway, I miraculously made it to my dorm without further incident. Too bad for anyone who missed their opportunity. I felt like rape bait and was even getting wet thinking about it. The tall, cold building at last. My key card actually worked to open the door. Thank the imaginary heavens! As I walked past an open door, someone called my name, “Audrey!” I knew it was Jake, but I was so dirty and filthy from getting pummeled on the dirt ground, so I was in no mood to see him right now. I kept walking, opened the next door and went upstairs without looking back. I made my way up the stairs and past the common room that had a couch and TV. It was late so everyone was inside of their rooms. Near the end of the next hall was my old dorm. I opened the door and was met with loud moaning sounds. On the living room couch were my three roommates, Jessica in the middle with her legs up on Allison’s lap, all watching porn. They turned their heads when they heard the door shut behind me.

“Where have you been?!” asked Allison.

“Oh my God, we thought you were dead,” Jessica said as she turned back to watching porn.

Monique stood up and came over to me, eying me up and down and noticed how dirty I looked, “Are you OK? C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” I set my duffel bag on my desk and looked for a change of clothes. “What happened to you?” asked Monique. I said nothing. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower, Monique following behind. She kept talking to me through the shower curtain, “Is everything alright with you?”

No, nothing was alright with me! I was raped by two football players and a teacher my first day on campus. I escaped to Japan and got raped by a sushi master, a bus boy and his buddies, an Uber driver *and* a taxi driver. Then I went to Nepal and got raped by a rickshaw cycler and a lowly lying backpacker! I thought all was well when I found sanctuary at a monastery in Tibet only to be convinced that I was some kind of Buddha goddess whose purpose was to be a sex slave to 24 Asian Buddhist monks, and who despite their world-renowned kung fu could not protect me from a Muslim Sultan who hunted me down for 3 years just so he could rape me and force me to marry him. *Then* I finally decided to come “home” only to be raped by a gross, dirty homeless illegal alien! So please stop…

Monique continued, “It’s OK, sugar, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Sugar? Why did that sound so comforting?

I grabbed my towel to wrap around myself, stepped out of the shower and gave Monique an embrace without saying anything. She patted my back, “If you ever want to talk, I’m here for you.”

I looked at her and smiled, “Thank you.”

I went to my room and finally noticed that there were blankets and pillows on my bed and that my desk was full of someone else’s stuff. Fine with me, I took my bag and went to Monique’s room to dress. She had an empty desk and bed so I guess that was my new room now. “You want me to fix you something to eat?” asked Monique.

“I’m OK, I ate, but thanks…I have plans…” I said.

*Knock knock*. Jake opened his door to see his girl who got away dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. “What did you want?” I asked.

“Um….oh, Audrey, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in years!” he spoke.

I responded with a straight face, “Well, I got pregnant, so I went home and raised my kid for two years while I studied remotely.”

“Huh? Pregnant? Is….is it mine?” Jake asked.

“Is *he* yours, you mean,” I corrected him.

“Is *he* mine?” asked Jake.

I sighed and bent my head down, “I don’t know, we’ll have to do a DNA test to be sure.”

He looked disgusted, “Wait, how many guys did you sleep with?”

“You didn’t know? Your roommate fucked me in my sleep that night!” I ranted.

“Who, Mark? But I thought he fucked you in the ass…” he looked confused.

I gave him the meanest, nastiest stare, “You knew?! You talked about it with each other?! You compared notes?! Wait, did you tell him he could have a go with me?!”

“No, no, it’s not like that. He said you climbed in his bed so he thought you liked him…” Jake admitted.

“What? No! He raped me!” I yelled loudly enough for everyone on the floor to hear. Jake hushed me and pulled me inside his dorm room.

“Hey, I’m totally sorry about that. See we had this gentleman’s agreement, that we would um…. share things.” Jake admitted.

I grinded my teeth and gave him another death stare, “Share?! You share girls?!”

“Yeah, but, only when girls are cool with it. I didn’t know he….” he stopped.

“Rape! It’s called rape! He raped me!” I said angrily.

“Well, I didn’t know…he doesn’t go here anymore.” he stopped.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Anyway, haven’t you ever heard of an ass baby? It’s totally possible so…”

“Oh yeah! I get it!” Jake laughed.

“Jake, rape isn’t funny,” I said, lowering my voice in defeat.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m hungry,” I said.

“Oh! Let’s go grab something to eat! The cafeteria is open 24 hours…” he suggested.

Oh, the nerve of him! “Jake, I’m eating for two people. I need something more substantial and nutritious than cafeteria food.” I reminded him.

“Oh! Let’s go to Taco Bell!” Jake smiled. I sighed. Oh well, at least it was better than the mid-west style tacos they served on campus. A Mexican pizza sounded awesome.

I learned a lot about Jake over late night grub. He was a finance major who had slept with 6 girls…at least…that was the number of girls that he pointed to while we were eating and bragging to me… “See that girl? I fucked her. See that girl? I fucked her too. See that waitress? ….” you get the picture. Jake was a pervert, but he was kind of adorable in his own way. At least he wasn’t into raping girls…. not that I knew of anyway. I told him about the two black guys who raped me, but didn’t tell him they had me before he did. I let him think that he was my first.

Well, he was anyway, I mean the first guy that I had consented to having sex with. He had already heard about the black football players taking “our” women at campus, but he seemed like he had already trained himself to look the other way. I also told him that I had slept with a monk…just one, Jun. The revelation floored him.

“No way!” he said.

“Way.” I replied.

“No way!” he said.

“Way!” I responded.

“Dude, you are a fucking Queen!” he boasted.

I blushed. “Wait so, there’s no kid then?” he asked. I shook my head. “Oh thank God. I mean, I was ready…to be a dad and all, I would’ve married you too,” he admitted.

“Well, I still want to get married. I mean, you were my first so…” I said.

“Oh, um…. *sigh*…. OK, why not? Let’s get married. I graduate next year and then….”

I interrupted him, “No, it has to be this summer. I don’t want to wait.”

“OK, yeah, sure, that’s fine. Let’s do it,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, I mean, yeah, why not? Look at you, you’re hot!” he made me blush. “And you’re a freakin’ Buddha Goddess!” He bowed in prayer to me and I bowed back. “Namaste.” he said.

“Namaste.” I said.

“Dude, I love you…. I’ve thought about you sometimes,” he confessed.

“Really? Did you think of me while you were sleeping with those other girls?” I teased him.

“OK, no, but…. did you want me to? I will next time…” he joked.

“There won’t be a next time,” I winked.

Jake Shelby and Audrey Moore were married in the back yard of Jake’s parent’s plantation style house in front of 300 guests. It was beautiful. It felt like home. Monique, my maid of honor, even she loved the house, or at least she pretended to, I don’t know. But there was no way that I was gonna live with his momma. The next morning Jake and I packed our things and flew out to our new home in Poughkeepsie, New York where the monastery had signed over to me a small two-story home. The house had blue siding, which I admit took a while to get used to. We crashed the night there on an air mattress and then drove to Atlantic City, NJ the next day for our honeymoon.

Neither of us were much into gambling so we spent most of our time in our honeymoon suite watching movies and soaking in our jacuzzi. We watched a sexy movie to make our marriage consummation fun. The title was “Daisy Diamond.” There was a scene in the movie where the actress uses a strap-on on another actress. I found it fascinating. “Jake…” I called.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“I want to take your virginity tonight,” I said.

Jake laughed, “You’re a little too late.”

“No, I mean I want to do to you what that woman was doing to the other woman,” I told him.

“What the fuck? No…” Jake protested.

“Listen, I want this night to be special. You’re the only one of us with one of their virginities intact…” I lectured him.

He shook his head in protest, “No, absolutely not, that’s weird.”

I sighed, “Jake, please, I need this…do this for me, please Jake? Let me fuck you. No one will know. How will anyone know?” I begged him.

Jake shook his head, “OK, fine, if it’ll make you happy. But I doubt you’ll be able to find a strap-on right now?” he conceded.

I showed him my phone, “I just ordered one from Instacart!” I smiled and hugged him, “I love you so much!”

“I love you so much too,” he kissed me.

Within 30 minutes the sex toys were dropped off at our hotel. I turned off the lights and went to the bathroom where I fitted the strap-on. When I came out, Jake was in bed under the covers. I walked over and put my black strap-on dick near his mouth, “Get me hard,” I commanded.

“What the fuck? No, fuck that, I’m not gay,” said Jake.

I sat on the bed and cried, “Jake, this is what they did to me. I need to take back what they took from me. Please, Jake, do it for me,” I pleaded.

Jake patted my back, “OK, darling, OK, I’ll do it…for you, but don’t ever tell anyone about this OK?” he said.

I stood back up “I promise! Now suck it!” Jake put the big black penis in his mouth and sucked on it, going up and down like a pro. “Oh, you’re good at this, yeah, you’ve had practice haven’t you,” I teased. Jake looked up at me and took his mouth away but I pushed his head back down, “Bitch who told you to stop?” Scared, Jake continued sucking like a good little whore. “Awww yeah, that’s a good little white girl,” I said. I pulled his head up and pushed him back down onto the bed, then climbed up between his legs. I spat in my head and rubbed my spit in his ass creek. I lined up the big black dick and pushed in.

“Ooowe!!! Ohhhhh! Fuck!!! God!!!” he screamed.

“Relax, bitch. Let me get this big black dick all the way up inside yo pussy!” He closed his eyes as I slid the thing all the way up inside him, smiling with satisfaction. “Look at that, you took it all. You a virgin but you a size queen aintcha?” I grinned. Jake controlled his breathing to handle the pain. I fucked my black strap-on dick in and out of his ass.

“Oww!!” he said.

I slapped him, “Bitch shut the fuck up and take my dick you stupid ass ho!”.

Jake opened his eyes. “Did they really say this to you?” he asked.

I nodded and fucked him. “Oh, that’s a good tight pussy. I love fucking virgin white pussy. Feels so fucking good. Take my nigga dick you uppity ass white bitch!” I was having so much fun. He was clearly in pain as I fucked my dick in and out of his poor tight white ass but I didn’t care. “Tell me you like it,” I commanded. Jake didn’t say anything. I slapped him, “Tell me you fucking like it!”

“I like it! I fucking like it!” Jake said.

“That’s a good girl. You a good little girl. You got such a tight little pussy. You gonna make this nigga cum all up inside ya. You want it dontcha? You want this nigga cum dontcha? Tell me you want my nigga cum,” I commanded.

“Yes, I want your nigga cum! I want it in my ass!” Jake squirmed as I fucked him harder and harder.

I slapped him, “You want it in your pussy you dumb ass white cunt!”

“Uh…I want it in my pussy!” Jake said.

“What you want in yo little white pussy?” I asked.

“I want your nigga cum inside…my little white pussy!” Jake said.

I laughed and fucked him faster. “I’m gonna cum up all inside you. I’m gonna give you my nut. You ready for it?” I asked.

“Yeah, give me that nut!” Jake panted. I put my hands on his chest and grabbed it, squeezing his meaty tits as I kept fucking him. I rubbed and twisted his nipples. “I’m gonna fucking cum!!!” I announced. I pressed a button on the strap-on and it squirted pre-filled lotion into his ass. “Take my cum!”

Jake grabbed his penis and jerked it, shooting his cum on his stomach as I came in his asshole and squeeze his titties. “Fuck!” he said, clearly exhausted, embarrassed, ashamed, and terribly confused.

When we were done, I took off the strap-on, got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and told him, “Thanks for the fuck. I’m gonna go have a cigarette.”

“The fuck? You don’t smoke?” he was confused.

I winked at him, “I’m feeling lucky, I wanna go gamble a bit… be back later.” I winked.

“Whatever, I’m tired, goodnight…” said Jake.

CH. 6 – HONEYMOON HARLOT

The Atlantic City casino was filled with cigarette smoke from floor to ceiling. It gave me a tightness in my lungs and made my eyes watery. I myself was huffing and puffing through the fumes so I couldn’t understand how all these smokers could breathe themselves. All these card games that I had no idea how to play. I shyly at down at a glitzy, whirly slot machine and put in $5. I pushed a button which made the pictures spin a few times. Apparently, I didn’t win and my credits went to $0. One spin costed $5? No wonder people lose their life savings playing these stupid things. I didn’t want to play anymore, but I enjoyed watching other people play. This old lady sitting next to me must’ve had thousands in credits as she kept pushing the spin button every few seconds. Spin, nothing, spin, nothing, rinse and repeat. She did have a jar full of quarters so I think she must’ve been doing something right.

I sat still there for a while, my eyes glued to the players around me, until a male staff member came over, “Excuse me, miss, you can’t sit here if you’re not going to play.”

“I did play, I lost $5 on one spin! What kind of…” He stared at me for a moment until….

“Oh, I know you! You were my roommate’s girl!”

I recognized him. Slender, sleazy, short, with glasses. “Hi, Mark. The name’s Audrey by the way,” I said.

“Right, Audrey. How do you know my name?” he asked.

“That roommate of yours, his name is Jake, and we’re married now,” I told him, showing off my ring.

“Married…no kidding, where is he?” he asked.

“In our room sleeping,” I said.

He stared at me like I was a cheap lay as the memories all came back to him. “Ohh…you know, we should hang out…. I’m off in 30 minutes,” winked Mark.

“I don’t think my husband would like that,” I said.

He stared at every inch of my face and looked me up and down my body. “You know, Jake still owes me a girl,” he announced.

“A girl?” I asked.

“You see, we had this agreement with each other…” Mark started.

“Yes, the agreement, he told me about that…that’s disgusting,” I said.

“So, he still owes me a girl,” he said.

“What do you mean he owes you a girl?” I asked.

“Over the years I brought home 8 girls for him, and he only brought me back 7, so he owes me one more,” he said, pointing at me.

“Are you serious right now? You….” I got up and whispered in his face, “you never asked me if you could the first time.”

“Yeah, I thought that was your thing…you’re staying here, right? I could find out what room you guys are in, and we could do it again, you know for old time’s sake,” he winked.

“Mark, no,” I shook my head.

Mark leaned closer, his lips almost touching mine and whispered, “No means yes.”

I blushed uncontrollably. He was right. I was newlywed, unconsummated, and horny as hell! But I didn’t want Jake to wake up and witness what his roommate was doing to his newly wed wife. It would destroy him, especially after what I just did to his tonight. There was only one way I could answer. I swallowed my pride and nodded, “OK, but not in our room. Do you have anywhere else we can go to?” I asked.

Mark’s eyes widened in shock at his own luck, “Shit, really? Uh….I mean, yeah, I know a place…hold on, just give me 30 minutes until my shift is over, OK? I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!”

Sigh…why did I do that? Why did I want this so bad? Why Mark? Was he attractive? Kinda? Yes? Confident? Yes? Cocky? Yes. Did he deserve to sleep with me? Probably not. I hadn’t had sex tonight. I mean I hadn’t been fucked properly…. yet. Mark was willing and no one else hit on me, and Jake is asleep so….and Jake owed Mark a girl, and I’m the only girl he has left, so….and it’s kind of hot to do this to him. He’s such a wuss now. I can’t believe he actually let me fuck him with a strap-on. What a punk. Jake was the one who didn’t deserve to fuck me. He should leave that to Mark, who seemed more like a real man.

I felt so self-conscious just sitting at the slots doing nothing for 30 minutes waiting for this guy to come back and take me to his room to nail me. I felt like such a slut and a desperate one at that. That look that he gave me, that he didn’t think there was a chance in hell that I would ever say yes to what he was proposing. It made me happy to give him the luckiest fuck of his life.

Finally, after 30 minutes on the dot, Mark came back and led me by the hand, “Come with me.” We went to the elevators. I couldn’t wait. I wondered if he got us a Penthouse suite! Mark pushed a button and I felt the elevator descending. Wait a minute, Penthouses are usually on the very top floors. When the elevator stopped, the service door behind us opened. “Come on,” he led me past a laundry room where housekeeping was laundering sheets. The Filipino housekeeping women looked at me with a stare of unapproval. They knew I was the slut of the night. When we walked past a male Filipino housekeeper he smiled at Mark and gave him a thumbs up. God, how embarrassing. I hope they at least didn’t think that I’m a hooker.

Mark brought me inside an open, dimly lit room. There were 8 single beds in a line. A couple tanned skin male housekeepers were sitting on the bed watching television. Mark brought me to the bed closest to the window. “Here, we can use this one,” he said as he undressed.

I kept my clothes on, having second thoughts. “What about the guys over there?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry, they’re gay, they don’t care,” he said.

I looked intently at the men. They weren’t paying attention to us. “OK, but can we at least close the door?” I asked.

“It has to stay open, hotel rules,” he said as he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto the bed. I stiffened my body. I didn’t know what to do, if I should go through with this or go back to my room. This was the least romantic thing ever. “Do you still want this?” asked Mark.

I looked into his green eyes. He had taken off his glasses. He looked cute with his slicked hair. I instantly knew that this man could give me the fuck I wanted. Fuck it, who cares who was watching. “Yes.” Marked rolled me onto my back and got up top of me. He pulled my shirt off and I unhooked my bra. I slid my pants and panties off and laid down under the covers.

Mark pulled the covers off of me, “I’ve got to see those tittays!” I relented and heaved my chest up for him as he grabbed two handfuls of breasts and squeezed to his delight.

“You like my titties?” I asked as I was still in the mood to talk dirty. I glanced over at the two gay men who still were not paying attention to us. That was a good sign.

“I fucking love em!” Mark squeezed them together and sucked on them, both at the same time. It felt so good. He felt my pussy and smiled proudly when he noticed how wet it was. “I’m really not dreaming, am I?” He asked.

I shook my head, “You wanna fuck me, don’t you? You didn’t get to have my pussy last time, did you? You wanna know what it feels like, huh? You wanna get my pussy, huh?”

“Fuck yeah, baby, I’m gonna fuck this pussy your husband owes me. I’m gonna fuck Jake’s wife’s pussy!” He lined himself at my entrance and slid in to the hilt.

I gasped as his cock found its way inside and its head rested at my cervix. “Oh my god! Oh Mark! You’re so big!” The gay guys finally looked over. “Fuck me, Mark! Fuck Jake’s wife! Get his pussy! Take his pussy! Take it! Fuck this married pussy!”

Jake fucked me hard and fast, making slapping noises that made all the staff, male and female, who walked by the room stop for a second and peaked in to stare. “This is my pussy now! It’s owed to me!”

“Yeah Mark! Fuck your pussy! You own this pussy! It belongs to you! Jake owes you his wife’s pussy! Take this pussy from him! MMMmmmmm….does it feel good, baby? I know you didn’t get to feel this pussy wrapped around your cock before. I came back to let you feel it!” He was hitting all the right spots. It felt soooooo good! I felt like a little tiny thing being dominated by a big, strong, alpha male. He looked at me and said he was gonna fuck me and now he’s getting what he wanted. I’m married but that didn’t stop him. Married or not he told me he was going to fuck me and now he was. Damn right he deserved to fuck me. He deserved to cum inside me, if he thinks I’m worthy of his seed. I hoped that my pussy felt good for him.

I was moaning loudly on every thrust into the squeaky bed, “Does it feel good, baby? Is my pussy good for you? Does it feel good for you?”

“Fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah! I’m gonna cum….” he said.

I nodded my head enthusiastically, “Yes! It’s yours! You can cum in me!”

He slid all the way up inside me and held there as he twisted his hips right and left, unleashing a strong stream of cum up inside my pussy, filling it all the way, “Aaaaaahh!” another stream of cum shot into me, I could feel it hitting my walls, it was so warm and full. “Waaahaah! Take it! Take my cum you fucking…. fuck!” he screamed. A few more spurts and he was finally empty. He leaned down and kissed me. He looked at me confusingly and shook his head, “Wow, holy shit, Audrey, what the fuck are you?” I chuckled. Little did he know.

Mark got up and got dressed. “Hey, um, so I kinda have this deal going on with my coworkers…basically the same deal I made with Jake, so…. you know…” he stepped aside and waved his friend over to me. It was the Filipino guy we passed in the hallway.

This wasn’t part of the deal. I never consented to this. I wasn’t a piece of meat to pass around. I put my hand out to stop him, “Hey! No! No!” He ignored my words and kept coming at me while taking off his clothes, climbing onto the bed. He grabbed my wrists firmly and held them over my head. He had the same look in his eyes as the transient rapist from college. I knew I had to back down and submit or else I’d risk coming back to Jake with obvious bruises. “OK! OK! OK! Fine! You can, yes, fuck me, just don’t hurt me! And be quick!” I begged. He still held my hands tightly as he gyrated his pelvis, tried to find my vagina entrance with his penis. “Do you understand English? I said yes. You can fuck me. OK? I said yes!”

But he kept holding my wrists tight until his penis finally touched down into my hole and it slid right into my slick, cum filled vagina. At least he let my wrists go as his hands moved to squeeze my breasts while he fucked me for his own pleasure. I didn’t know if he was big or small, it was hard to tell with all that slick cum in me. The young man kept jabbing his dick in and out of me while staring at my face, looking at my blue eyes, admiring my blonde hair and white skin, using me to fulfill his sexual curiosities. He was going deep, slamming his body into mine and it hurt a bit. I put my hands up on his chest to try to stop him from going too deep. His chest was smooth and boy-like. A few more thrusts and he pulled out and got up on my body, putting his penis on my chest and squeezing my breasts together to fuck my tits. I could now see that he had a long one, albeit not thick.

It being covered with cum made it slide easily between my breasts as he fucked my firm mounds. I reached up and continued to rub his nipples to make him cum faster. He fucked my tits faster and faster, squeezing them together with his hands as he slid his long cock up and down my cleavage. I could tell that he was getting close. He fucked them faster and faster and I kept rubbing his nipples until he came, shooting cum into my half open mouth and all over my neck and tits. It was so much cum. My tits were topped with white cream which he then rubbed all over my tits and body. He slid down and started licking my pussy, which I appreciated the gesture, lord knows I needed to cum badly, but I wanted to get the fuck out. I pushed him away with a stiff hand and immediately got up, hurriedly put my clothes on as I ran out before anyone else thought that they could have a turn with me.

As I jetted out the room, I noticed a short Vietnamese man standing just outside the door. No doubt he was waiting for his “turn”. Fucking sick pricks! I slowed my walking to a normal pace as I moved briskly down the hallway, not wanting to make a scene. When I got to the elevator, I was so relieved that no one followed me. That’s it. No more straying from my husband. This was ridiculous. I mean, were there any other races who didn’t fuck me yet? Vietnamese? Korean? Hatien? Dominican? Costa Rican? Because it seems even though I’m married now, it seems that the lord has still made me available to be taken by other men, and lowly men at that. Housekeepers? What’s next, plumbers and gardeners?

I returned to our suite to find Jake sound asleep. He was sleeping like a little baby. That’s what he was, wasn’t he? A little babe. Not a man like Mark was. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe I married a cuck. He was no use to me. I was so disappointed in him. He let this happen to me. He let Mark and that other guy fuck me. It was all his fault! I didn’t bother to shower because I wanted to feel the cum of real men in and on my body. Jake was not my husband. We hadn’t even consummated the marriage, not really. I didn’t know what to do with this feeling.

Jake woke up the next morning high as a kite. He was cooking me breakfast in boxers and an apron. On any other man it would’ve looked hot as hell, but it just made Jake look like a toddler. Still, I smiled for him, “Good morning, honey! Watcha cooking?”

“Eggs and toast!” he boasted.

I chuckled, “Yum.” I didn’t have much to say while we ate breakfast. Jake wanted to know what happened last night, how much did I win. “Well, I started with $5 on roulette and made it all the way up to $1000. There were people watching me and cheering me on. It was grand! A couple men were betting along with me and I helped them get lucky. But then I rolled a fatty and lost it all.” Pouty face.

“Oh, it’s OK, honey. Did you at least have a good time?” he consoled me.

I smiled at the memories of getting pounded on a small twin bed in the staff quarters, “Yes, I did,” I nodded. “You know, I got in so late last night I just fell down and crashed, but I really want to take a shower,” I said as I got up from the table.

“OK, I’m gonna go try my own luck at the casino!” Jake said giddily.

“Go get our money back!” I encouraged him. The hot shower was phenomenal, having two shower heads streaming front and back. When I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel, dried my hair, and sat on the couch to watch TV. I was clean. I had washed all of last night’s cum off and out of me. I couldn’t do that ever again. A part of me enjoyed being used, being a slut, and being shamed by jealous female housekeepers, being lusted by the males who wished it was them fucking me. It was time to clean up my act and be a good, clean, wholesome wife. That’s when I noticed someone opening the door. “Honey, did you win?” I yelled out.

There was no answer but I could hear footsteps slowly coming. I turned away from the TV to look and saw the man in a jean jacket, a black shirt and blue jeans. I recognized him as the Vietnamese man waiting at the doorway from last night. I was confused. What was he doing here? “I’m sorry, we didn’t order a room cleaning,” I said.

He kept slowly walking towards me, “I massage for you, free.” OK, this was creepy and insane. I never ordered a massage. This was incredibly inappropriate.

I held my towel around me tightly. “I’m sorry, I don’t want a massage. Maybe another time. You can leave,” I said, firm but not too aggressive as to not offend him.

He kept coming closer anyway, waving me towards the bedroom, “Come here, I make you feel good.” Right, more like make *you* feel good you creepy chink! Wait, was it chink or was it gook? I can’t remember all the racist slurs my parents had taught me.

I got up and backed away, “Sorry, I’m not interested. Please leave.” I pointed towards the door. He followed towards me. I sprinted to the balcony with an open door. He got there behind me before I could close the door. I backed to the far edge and pointed out to the streets below, and smiled “Look! Isn’t it beautiful up here?” He calmly walked over, stood next to me and gazed at the view.

Quickly, I took my opportunity to dash back inside successfully. I darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, sat on the toilet seat cover looking for a weapon but couldn’t find any. I didn’t hear anything for a while. I wondered if he had left yet. The knob moved, *clack clack*. *Spoosh* the door unlocked and opened. The Vietnamese man walked with a smirk on his face, carrying a screwdriver which he seemed to be pointing my way. Oh, dear. He had that look in his eyes. Was this it? Was this how it ends? The headlines would read, “Newlywed young blonde girl raped and murdered in her honeymoon suite.” He inched closer to me, grinning proudly knowing that he had the upper hand. I didn’t want to die, not today. I knew what he wanted. It was the only thing I had of any real value. I stood up and put my hands up in the air, allowing my towel to fall off of my body, exposing my white naked body for him to marvel.

“OK, OK, I’ll do what you want. You can do what you want to me,” I begged for mercy. He kept coming towards me with the screwdriver in his hand. I tried not to back away, to show that I was agreeable to any and all sick and twisted sexual desires of his. “Do you speak English? You can fuck me. Do you want to fuck me? Have sex? You, me, fuck fuck, long time, boom boom, on the bed,” I explained, even making a hole with a hand while jabbing my finger through it. He kept coming. “Please…” I begged.

Finally, he came face to face with me. This was it. He put the head of the cold screwdriver on my nipple. “You want fuck?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yes, please, I want fuck.”

“You want fuck Vietnamese man?” He teased.

“Yes, I’ve never…I’ve never had a Vietnamese man…I want to try,” I licked my lips and parted them, eager for a kiss.

He grinned with approval, “I make love to many, many women, but the white girl my favorite.”

I wondered, “Let me guess, Russia?”

“How you know?” he quizzed. I grinned at him.

“Come white girl, suck my dick,” He commanded.

“Yes, at once…I mean, of course,” I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants, pulling it down to reveal a rather small, actually tiny penis. This will do, I guess. At least it’ll be over quick. I gulfed it easily putting it all in my mouth. But as soon as I started to lick and suck him, it sprang to life, growing slowly as it filled my mouth and eventually made me choke. I coughed trying to deal with the surprising length.

Eyes wide, I pulled my mouth off to get a look at his penis. It seemed he was a grower not a shower. His muscular, veiny, lizard-like dick looked huge for a man of his height. I put my mouth back on it, taking it back in, struggling to get it all in this time, slurping and licking, bobbing my head up and down. He grabbed my head of hair and fucked my skull. I relaxed my mouth and throat and let him do what he wanted with my head. He pushed my head all the way down and grinded himself against my face, throwing his head back as he let out a groan and came in my mouth. I struggled to accept and swallow all of the sweet cum that was flowing into my mouth. It was nice, it tasted like pineapple, but there was so much of it I couldn’t swallow it all. I hoped that was OK with him. “Did I please you?” I asked.

He nodded with a smile, “Get up, whitey cracker.”

I giggled…that was the first time anyone’s ever called me a cracker. He grabbed my arm to pick me up. and dragged me over to the bed and pushed me down onto it. He climbed onto me and got his face between my legs and started licking my pussy. Oh, finally! His tongue was so nice and hot. And it had all these nubs and ridges, God it felt soooo good. He reached up and played with my tits and nipples as he sucked and licked my pussy. I was in heaven.

But as quickly as he started, he suddenly stopped and looked up at me. That was it? I didn’t cum yet. Did I smell? Did I not wash myself well enough? He propped himself up, climbed t between my legs and slid his hard long cock into my wet pussy. Oh, that’s what he wanted. “That’s a good pussy, you so tight!”

This was different. “Oooooohhhh” I moaned at the sensation of his penis parting my lips and sliding all the way inside me. It was rock hard. I could feel the veins on his cock putting pressure on my inside walls like I’d never felt from any other man. My eyes rolled in delight, “Ooooooh I love it.”

“You like Vietnamese cock?” He asked as he pounded my body into the mattress.

I let out a sigh and nodded in agreement, “It’s goooood. Number one!” He smiled with pride and fucked me harder. I was so into this, “God yes! Oh my God! Give it to me! Fuck my white pussy with that gorgeous yellow cock!!”

“Good American girl! I love the white American pussy, my favorite!” He fucked me hard for two minutes straight. He pulled out and rolled over onto his back as he motioned for me to get on top of him.

I climbed aboard, guiding his long, veiny cock into my wanton pussy. I rode him slow and soft, leaning my face down to his as he grabbed handfuls of my tits to squeeze. He stuck his tongue out and licked my lips. He pulled my face closer and sucked my lips into his mouth, slurping. I did the same to him. I let my spit drool down into his mouth which he tasted and swallowed in ecstasy. I put my tongue in his mouth and sucked on his, licking it as I grinded forward and back on his cock. This was exactly what a woman wants, to please and be pleased by a real man who’s cock is a perfect match for her pussy. It was so delightful.

I sat up and bounced up and down his cock as he held onto and slapped my ass cheeks. “Your cock is touching every part of my pussy!” It made me ride him harder, faster. I loved the feeling of being in control. “I’m gonna make you cum!” I announced.

He was fucking with me, ready to burst, “Inside, I want to cum inside.”

I nodded, “That’s the whole point, wasn’t it? You wanted to fuck me so bad last night but I left before you had the chance. You broke into my room so you could cum inside this white girl, didn’t you? That’s what you wanted wasn’t it? You want to knock me up, don’t you? You want to make a Wasian baby in me, don’t you?”

He was so turned on by my dirty talk, he gripped my ass tight and held me still as he jackhammered his dick up into me rapidly, his balls slapping against my ass and his pubic bone repeatedly smashing against my clit. “I’m gonna fill up your white cunt!” he claimed.

I was close. When he stopped jackhammering, I continued fucking up and down his shaft, short fast strokes. “Do it, Mr. Viet Cong! Shoot your filthy yellow cum inside this American G.I. pussy. You took me prisoner and now you get to enjoy my body!” He stiffened his whole body. “Cum for me!” my body felt electrified! I shook uncontrollably as I came, finally exploding after not orgasming for months. My pussy tightened and squeezed pulses on his cock and his cock shot its 18 straight spurts of cum up into me while his whole body spasmed and shook, sending vibrations up into my pussy and making my orgasm last longer and longer until we were both spent and our bodies motionless, my hair in his face as we breathed hard and heavy, trying to kiss each other. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. I smiled while in ecstasy, “I need you in my life, Vietnamese man.”

“Andy,” he said.

“Andy…Andy and Audrey…Audrey and Andy…doesn’t that sound nice?” I teased him.

“I have wife,” he confessed.

I shook my head and chuckled, “I don’t care.”

The door suddenly opened. “What the fuck is going on here?!” screamed Jake.

“Oh, my God, Jake close the door!” I commanded.

He shut the door behind him. “Get the fuck off of him!” Andy jumped up, got his clothes and ran out of the room without dressing. “I left for three hours and you’re already cheating on me?” asked Jake. Three hours? My shower probably took one hour. So Andy and I fucked for two hours? Holy shit.

“I’m sorry, Jake, it’s not what it seems like. That guy snuck in here and threatened me. He was going to kill me. I had no choice so I pretended to like it. I saved our lives!” I explained.

“Oh God, he raped you? Did he have a gun?” I shook my head no. “Did he have a knife?”

I shook my head no, “He had a screwdriver, pointed it right at me.”

Jake was dumbfounded, “A screwdriver? The fuck? How can you be so stupid?”

Stupid? That was the last straw. I was tired of pretending to like being married to a cuck. I got up and got into his face, “How dare you call me that! I’ve been called a bitch, a whore, a cunt, but nobody has ever called me stupid! Get out!” I pointed at the door.

“What? No!” Jake said.

“I said get your ass out! Now! Before I call security!” I threatened.

Jake looked defeated as he put his hands up, “So that’s it?”

“We’re done! Not that we ever were anything. We never consummated the marriage, remember?!” I reminded him.

Jake said sadly, “But what about what you did to me…”

“Just leave!” I commanded. Reluctantly, Jake walked out the door without any of his things. You know, I didn’t expect him to actually leave. I was waiting for him to stand up for himself and put me in my place, even smack me across the face if he had to, and I deserved it, but he wasn’t man enough to do that. I’d never felt so much disappointment in my own kind. That’s what it meant to be a cracker. Fragile. Easily broken. Good riddance. I immediately filed to annul the marriage when I got back home.

Poughkeepsie was such a quaint, quiet town. It was the perfect place for me to relax and enjoy reading books. I also wanted to garden but didn’t know how, so I hired Andy to teach me. He did everything for me, making the long drive every weekend and spending the night. He changed light bulbs, cleaned the gutters, washed the siding, mowed the lawn, trimmed the bushes, fixed plumbing, and even washed and waxed the new Miata that I had just bought. Oh and of course, we also fucked like rabbits!

I was really into using the strap on with Jake, and Andy had no qualms about letting me fuck him in the ass either. Back in Vietnam he had experiences with ladyboys, so it wasn’t a hard adjustment for him. However, unlike Jake, he never came while I was inside of him. A real man doesn’t cum with a dick up his ass. No, he let me do my thing and then he would turn around and punish my pussy for doing what I had just done to him. He always made sure I knew that he was the man in the relationship. He came in my pussy, my mouth, my ass, anywhere he wanted. It was so refreshing to be with someone who knew what women wanted.

“Stick your legs out,” Andy commanded. My chest was resting on the edge of the bed while Andy held my legs up, drilling into my ass from behind. It hurt but I was willing to do anything he wanted sexually. He fucked my ass while I spread my legs for him. I felt like his personal sex doll in this position. He pounded into me while I wailed on every thrust, the pain almost unbearable, but I felt such great release to be pushed to the edge like that. “Turn around, on your knees. I turned just in time to put my face in line with his cum shot, shooting into my mouth, nose, eyebrow, hair, and cheeks. What a facial! And totally free. Well, I guess it wasn’t free since I was paying him for handy man stuff. He wiped the cum off and fed it into my mouth.

“Mmmmm….yummy.”

“Good girl,” he praised me.

“Thanks, Daddy,” I smiled with cum still all over my face.

I’d heard from my parents that Jake was living in an apartment in the Bronx. I was surprised he was living in the Bronx; I had thought Queens would’ve been more fitting for him. Since I still had some of his stuff here, I decided to pack it all up and drive down to drop it off for him. It was the least I could do because even though he wasn’t the man I thought he was, he was still a nice guy and sometimes those type of guys can be useful in a girl’s life.

I made the hour and a half drive with all his stuff in my passenger seat, top down, hair blowing in the wind. What a fantastic drive. But the destination unfortunately was worse than I had expected. The apartment complex had graffiti all over the walls and there were a lot of black people just standing around in the court yard. I grabbed Jake’s duffel bag and hauled it to the entrance. I tried walking past the blacks like I didn’t notice them but one of them stepped out in front of me, “Where you think you going lady?” the black man asked. He was wearing a black jacket and pants with a black baseball cap and light blue t-shirt. It did *not* look good.

“Excuse me, I’m in a hurry,” I said.

“Who you visiting? What’s in the bag? Better not be drugs. Cause I didn’t know about any delivery today,” he “spoke.”

I guess I had to answer if I wanted to get past these guys. “It’s not drugs, it’s clothes. I’m dropping this off for my ex-husband, Jake Shelby” I explained to him.

His eyes lit up, “Jaws Shelby? He’s your ex-husband? Well shit, hurry up, don’t keep him waiting now,” he stepped aside for me. Jaws Shelby? What the hell kind of a name was that?

I tried the elevator but it was broken. The three black guys came in behind me. Uh-oh, I was in so much trouble. Was I about to get gang raped again? Why couldn’t I ever catch a break? Sometimes I really hated being a woman.

“That elevator don’t work. Give it here. We’ll take it up for you,” one of them said. Knowing I was heavily outnumbered, I handed one of the men the duffel bag without arguing. “Ladies first,” he pointed to the stairs. I nervously walked up the stairs, expected to be ambushed and dragged into a room at any moment, or simply have my clothes torn off right there and ravaged on the cold, steel staircase. Walking up the whole eight floors was nerve wracking. Why didn’t I care any mace? With all the times I’ve been attacked, I should’ve been carrying mace by now. Maybe Jake was right, I really was stupid.

Finally, I reached the 8th floor and I did it without getting raped…yet. I knocked on the door to room 803. “Who is it?” a voice asked.

“It’s me, Audrey. I have your stuff,” I replied. A chain lock and two dead bolts unlocked before Jake opened the door to the scene of his short, blonde ex-wife surrounded by three big, black guys. I walked in without being invited. They dropped Jake’s duffel bag on the ground and fist bumped him before leaving.

“You came all the way here to drop off my stuff? Why didn’t you just send it UPS?” Jake asked. His apartment was bare bones, with an old couch, TV, a coffee table, and a boxing bag in what was supposed to be the dining room.

“Look, I know the marriage was annulled under grounds that it was not consummated, so you weren’t entitled to any dividing assets…” I started.

“Yeah, well, I’m doing fine, see?” he bragged about his apartment. I looked around in disgust.

“You know Jake, I’m totally OK with throwing you a bone now and then, at least until you get back on your feet,” I offered.

“I don’t need your pity, Audrey. I never wanted your money,” Jake went over to the boxing bag to practice. “…the only thing I ever wanted was to make you happy.”

Uh, facepalm. I was fed up, “Jake, you were a wuss! What did you expect?! I couldn’t even sleep with someone like that!” I ranted. Jake snapped. With anger in his face, Jake turned around and grabbed me by the throat with his tape-wrapped hands. “Jake!” I tried to pull his hands down and hit him with my hands but he kept pushing me somewhere. He picked me up by the neck and tossed me onto his bed. Then he undid his belt and his shorts. “Jake! What do you think you’re doing?!” I got up and hit him in the chest but he pushed me back down onto the bed and took off his shirt to reveal strong, toned muscles. He had completely changed his body. Jaws Shelby? What was he, a boxer? No, this was Jake we’re talking about, the cuck who came on his own chest while I fucked him with a strap-on.

Jake grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart with his two hands. “Jesus!” I cried. He grabbed the front of my bra and snapped it right off of me. I covered my chest, “Jake! This isn’t you!” He undid my jeans and pulled them off of me by the pant leg. I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Jake laughed, “Fucking slut.” He got between my legs and held both of my arms above my head with one hand. With the other hand he guided his penis towards my dry vagina and pushed it in as tears ran down my face. “You like this don’t you slut? You like it when men force you. You fucking love it,” he said, stating the obvious as my vagina started excreting its juices in arousal.

I opened my eyes and watched him as he fucked me, thrusting hard in me and pulling out slowly. I knew he wanted to punish me. “You did it, Jake. You finally did it. You raped me. I didn’t think you had it in you. Congratulations, you’re a real man now,” I told him. He fucked me faster and faster, still holding my hands above my head and squeezing my tits with his free hand.

“I fucking loved you. It wasn’t enough for you. Nothing’s ever enough for you! This is what you wanted. You like to say no and piss guys off to make them angry so that they want to rip your clothes off and fuck the shit out of you! You fucking love getting raped!” he stated. I nodded as I cried silently. He fucked me fast with hard thrusts until he couldn’t take it anymore and shot his cum in my wet pussy. “God! Yeah! Take that you fucking whore!” he screamed.

“Stupid whore,” I corrected him.

“You fucking stupid whore!” he screamed. Ahhhh, the anger, the degradation, it was intoxicating. I closed my eyes as my vision went blurry and an orgasm overcame me! My body shook and I squirted streams of juices onto his bed. Jake jumped back in awe.

“Well look at that. That right there is the mark of a real, stupid whore,” he said about my juices. He went to his closet, got dressed and threw some clothes at me, “Now our marriage is consummated.” I looked at the clothes. It was some small leggings, a skirt and a blouse. They smelled like cheap perfume.

I threw the blouse away, “I don’t want your fuck toy’s clothes,” and put on the leggings and skirt. I went over to open his duffel bag that I brought him, rummaged through, picked out a big t-shirt, grabbed my things and left.

“Keep it as a souvenir,” he smirked. I slammed the door on my way out.

I was beyond pissed. I drove all the way here just to return his shit and he fucking raped me. Then the worst part was that he had the nerve to hand me the clothes of some random skank he’d fucked after tearing up my own clothes. I hated him. I couldn’t let him do this to me. I couldn’t let him win. I made up my mind and drove straight to the hospital.

The super nice nurses took great care of me. They were kind, gentle, and supportive. They extracted Jake’s DNA from my vagina and alerted the police, who came to take down my report. I told them everything. How he humiliated me by ripping off my clothes. How he choked me with his bare hands. How he blurted derogatory slurs at me. And then forced me to leave wearing his shirt like I was his prize. I was beyond humiliated.

The police immediately decided that he was guilty. They already knew who he was as he was a local boxing hero, so they didn’t need me to ID him, but I came along just to see the look on his face. They drove me to the gym he trained at. I stood outside and watched with high anticipation as they went inside the gym and brought him out in handcuffs. When he noticed me standing by the police cruiser, he tried to lunge at me as they held him back, giving me a stare like he was going to kill me. I laughed, made fists and taunted him, “Bring it, motherfucker! I hope you get that sweet little ass of yours fucked to pieces by big, black men while you’re in prison!”

I grinned as he was taken away, but when the officer who drove me came back to the squad car, things weren’t all peachy. “Ma’am, I need you to put your hands behind your back. You’re under arrest for domestic violence assault.”

“Excuse me?! Are you kidding me? He raped me!” I complained. The officer forced my hands behind my back and pushed me up onto the squad car, nearly breaking my arm in the process. “Owww! You broke my arm!” I yelled. He handcuffed me and shoved me into the back of the cruiser. “What the hell? I had to hit him! I was trying to defend myself!” I was beyond livid.

All he said was “Tell that to the judge, Missy,” and drove me to jail in silence.

The women’s holding room was smelly and gross. There were 30 of us in one big holding cell. Some were obviously homeless. Some were prostitutes. Some (the black ones) looked like gang members. And there were some obviously lesbian butch women. I sat myself in a corner hoping no one would talk to me. Oh yes, I actually thought I could pretend I wasn’t a pretty young blonde who obviously didn’t belong there. The butch lady came over and sat next to me. “Hey, kiddo, what do they got you in for?” she asked. I didn’t answer. “Raping children? Are you a teacher? Did you fuck one of your hot, 13-year-old students?” the butch accused me of the most heinous crime.

My reputation was on the line. I had no choice but to set the truth straight. “No, of course not, I got booked for domestic violence, just because I hit him while he was raping me,” I confessed.

“Oh, you poor thing! Female DV perps are a trend now. Judges aren’t as nice to us as they used to be. You need a lawyer ASAP,” butch said.

“I don’t see why. It’s a clear case of self-defense. They took him in for rape at the same time. How do we get a phone call anyway?” I asked.

“You don’t get a phone call until after you’ve seen the judge. Believe me, you’re going to want a lawyer when you see the judge. If you don’t have one, my lawyer handled a case just like yours. She’s amazing for victims of rape. The judges know her and they trust her. You won’t have to do a single day in prison,” butch said.

Prison? The thought made me almost cry. My eyes were watering up but I knew I had to act tough here, I couldn’t allow myself to cry. Butch noticed anyway and leaned in close and whispered, “It’s OK..I’m gonna text my lawyer and ask her for you. Just because you look like good people. You don’t belong here with the rest of us.” she shook her head.

I turned my face up and looked her in the eyes with my teary ones, “Thank you. What’s your name? Mine’s Audrey.”

“Nice to meet you, Audrey, I’m Candace,” she said.

Candace texted her lawyer using a secret phone that they had failed to confiscate from her. She then left to the other end of the cell to make a call and then came back to me after a couple of minutes, “OK, so she’s agreed to hear your case, but the consultation fee is $300. You can afford that, right? I mean, you look like you could afford it…” she said.

“Yeah, that’s fine, I can pay that.” I reached out to take the phone call but Candace walked away with it, continuing to talk on the phone.

She came back after 10 more minutes. “Good news. So, I told her all about your situation and she’s agreed to come to the hearing and she’s also agreed to waive the consultation fee since she didn’t have to speak with you. But don’t worry, you’ll be able to talk to her for an hour before the hearing,” Candace said.

“Oh, thank you so much, Candace! You’re so nice!” I hugged her as she patted my back.

“Don’t worry about it, you can buy me a beer if I ever see you on the outside,” she said.

“Totally! Of course!” I said. I couldn’t believe that I had met such an amazing, caring, considering, generous person in a jail cell of all places! My religion was totally wrong about lesbians. They’re fucking awesome!

Candace left me alone for a few minutes to go talk to her dyke buddies. I looked around the cell but no one made eye contact with me. That was odd, because when I first walked in just about everyone was eying me and sizing me up. Now it was like they were afraid to look in my direction. A cop came walking by and opened the cell, “Ramirez, you made bail. Let’s go.” An older Mexican lady who looked like a mother of six got up from the bench and hugged her prostitute friends goodbye.

One of the black hookers spoke up in a rude tone to the cop, “Hey, when do I get my phone call?!” she asked.

“When you blow me!” the cop walked away. I’m glad I didn’t need to make a call anymore. Candace took care of that for me. She finally came back and sat down beside me, real close and leaned in.

“Hey, Audrey, I was thinking, since I did something for you, I was wondering if you could maybe do something for me,” she asked.

“Yes, of course! Anything.” I responded, eager to help her. She put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently as she spoke softly in my ear, “I need you to lick my pussy.”

Uh, no? I pushed myself away from her. “I’m sorry Candace, I’m not a lesbian…” I told her.

“I know you’re not a lesbian. But I’m still gonna need you to lick my pussy,” the butch enlightened me.

“Candace, I think you’ve got the wrong idea…”

She put her big body in front of me to block the other’s people’s view as she grabbed and squeezed my tit while she licked her lips, “You’re a pretty girl, you know that? So pretty. It’d be a real shame if one day… you just stopped being pretty,” she threatened.

I knew what she meant and so I sat there and let her touch me, not knowing what to do or what to say. “I did you a big favor, honey. I’m gonna need you to show some appreciation. Otherwise, I’m gonna be crying to my friends over there about how you broke my heart,” she said.

I knew what I had to do. She did do me a huge favor, so fair’s fair, I guess. “Fair is fair,” I told her. Candace looked over to her clique and made a motion. They all walked over and stood with their backs facing us, blocking everyone’s view as Candace pulled down her pants and laid down on the bench. I bent down reluctantly, got in between her legs and licked her pussy. At least it was clean smelling. Dykes have great personal hygiene. I lapped and licked the best I could, doing the same motion over and over, licking her vagina and her clit, sticking my tongue inside her, caressing her butt and legs, even reaching up and playing with her breasts. I also stuck my fingers inside her and went in and out. It didn’t take very long. In exactly 8 minutes, she came and strained to remain quiet. I could feel her legs spasming and I could see her pussy contracting and squeezing my fingers.

Suddenly the cell door opened and a cop spoke loudly, “Moore, you made bail. C’mon, let’s go!” I got up, wiped Candace’s juices off of my face while Candace hurriedly put her pants back on. “Where are you, Moore?!” the cop called, looking around. Finally, the dykes separated.

“Here! I’m here!” I announced as I followed the cop out the cell. Damn, who bailed me out? I didn’t even need Candace’s lawyer. I licked a butch dyke’s pussy for nothing. Was that even real? Was there really a lawyer or was it all a trick just for her to get some? Fuck, I guess I’ll never know. The guards handed me my belongings and I finally stepped out of the door of the precinct a free woman after a gross 4 hours in jail where I was subjected to sexual blackmail by a butch dyke.

Waiting for me at the curb was a taxi cab and standing beside it was Brother Jun. I smiled so big when I saw him. “Brother Jun!!” I ran to him and gave him a big hug. “I’m so happy to see you! How did you know I was here?” I asked.

Jun spoke, “I was instructed to keep an eye on you from a distance. When I got an alert on my phone that you had been taken into police custody, I made arrangements to bail you out as fast as I could. I only wish I had been able to get you out earlier.”

“You know what? You came at the perfect time. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way,” I told him as we got into the cab. It’s true. That experience with Candace was enlightening for sure.

“Are you taking me to the monastery?” I asked him.

“No, I am taking you home to your house in Poughkeepsie,” he said.

“Will you at least spend the night to keep me safe?” I asked.

Jun nodded, “I have been tasked to watch over you, considering you might still be in danger…. plus… I missed you.”

I cried tears of joy. Jun missed me! “Really, Jun? I didn’t even think about you,” I teased, making him laugh. “I missed Dokai though…how is he?” I asked.

Jun’s expression turned serious. “Dokai was forced to retire after the fight with the Sultan,” he said.

“Oh no, the Sultan came after Freefall? What happened?” I asked, hoping everyone was OK

Jun told the tale, “The Sultan first ransacked Golden Road Monastery as we thought he would, then came for us at Freefall. He was accompanied by 30 heavily armed guards. Although Freefall was 60 strong, we did not have firearms. Dokai enlisted the help of the military who intervened and put an end to the Sultan’s threat of a siege. The Sultan and his guards surrendered without a fight and now faced exile from Nepal. Although the actions of Dokai saved the lives of our brothers, since he brought war to the steps of another monastery, he was forced to give up his monk-hood and retire in peace.”

“Oh, no! It’s all my fault, where will he go now?” I asked, concerned.

Jun smiled, “Poughkeepsie, of course. The monastery owns several houses there.”

“No way, Dokai’s going to be my neighbor? That is so rad!” I was stoked.

Jun smiled, “I’m going to be your neighbor as well, as Dokai is getting older and will need help around the house and buying groceries. He is my new assignment, in addition to keeping an eye on a certain mischievous, yellow haired girl,” he laughed.

I punched him in the shoulder teasingly, “I’ve never been called “that* before.”

When we got to my house, I stood outside embracing Jun. I felt so at home. I looked up at him lovingly and asked, “How long will you stay with me?”

“It will be at least 3 months before Dokai completes turning over the monastery to Alora the elder and making his way across Tibet and Nepal to say his goodbyes.” I’ll have to text Andy to terminate his services as he no longer will be needed.

Jun took some time but he did open up more with me. I found out that his love for me was pretty intense, as he said he had thought about me and prayed for me every single day. I don’t think I’ve ever been in anyone else’s thoughts that much before. It was a little too much but at the same time I felt comfort in the fact that there was someone who loved me that much.

Jun and I made a tourist stop in New York City and walked around in street clothes. He too had rescinded his monkdom, leaving his monastery life behind. We ate pizza and vegetarian hot dogs. We watched street performers and visited the World Trade Center towers. We went all the way up the Empire State Building. We even rode the subway! Our next stop was the Statue of Liberty by way of ferry.

When the ferry docked, most everyone left but Jun and I wanted to see the sunset. It was gorgeous. We stood beside each other as we watched the sunset with six other people. It was so amazing, so perfect, and so peaceful. For the first time in my life, I felt free, strong, and with clear mind. Jun let go of my hand and walked away while I was still fixated on the sunset. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed others around me turn around and gasp. I turned my gaze to them, not understanding what they were in shock about. I spun around and looked for Jun….and found him. It was Jun who the people were fixated on. I gasped myself as I saw him, kneeling on one knee on the ground before me, a ring presented to me.

Jun spoke slowly to me, “You have given me a meaning in my life that I had never knew existed. You are the person that I share all my thoughts and prayers with. You are my true love, my best friend, and my savior. I used to live my life in love with nature. Now I live my life in love with you. Audrey Moore, will you make me the happiest man alive? Will you marry me?”

I couldn’t believe it! My experiences with Jun flashed before me from the time he bailed me out of jail to the first time I laid eyes on him after sending Johnny flying out a window. When he looked up at me from the ground, I saw his eyes fill with contempt. I had thought that he was angry at me, but he told me that he looked up and saw an angel and that the anger he felt was directed at the man who had hurt me so much that I had to resort to violence against that man. I realized that he had loved me from the first moment he saw me. I thought of how I felt so annoyed with him while we lived together at the monastery, because I assumed that he was avoiding me and didn’t like me. But the reason that he had been on my mind constantly was because that I loved him and I desperately wanted him to love me too, yet he had been loving me all along. There was only one answer I could give him. It was the answer from the bottom of my heart that I had been waiting all these years to give. “Yes, Jun! Yes, I’ll marry you!” I jumped up and down as he put the ring on my finger. Everyone on board clapped their hands in excitement.

Months later, after Dokai came stateside, we had a private ceremony in Dokai’s back yard, where he officiated us. It was attended by the monks and nuns of the Three Suns Monastery and my family and close friends. Han was Jun’s best man and Monique was my maid of honor, again. Later on, I had noticed that the two of them disappeared for 30 minutes at one point. Naughty, naughty kids!

Married life was a bliss. It was sex, cuddles, laughing, talking, listening, and a lot more sex! Jun’s sperm was quite potent as I’d fallen pregnant four times so far. We have daughters named April and Amybeth, and sons named Jackson and Jasper. I ditched the Miata for an MPV. Our fun-loving family of seven (Dokai included!) was everything I could have ever wanted in life. The family road trips (Dokai included!), the dinners with our couple friends, the kids first days of school, softball, baseball, ballet and piano lessons, all of it was magnificent!

I eventually heard about what happened to Johnny. He stayed a couple of days at Freefall monastery before going off on his own. Typical Johnny. I’d guess he’d have spent his next life getting drunk and impregnating dumb girls. I’m so glad I wasn’t one of them.

Jake was released from prison after serving four years for rape. He went right back to boxing and became a world champion. We’ve had platonic lunch a couple of times where he confessed that recognizing his wrongdoings to me was part of his 12 steps to recovery. I appreciated that. He still blamed me for inspiring him to become a tougher man, but at the same time admitted that if it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have had the motivation to become a world champion.

Neither Willy nor Marcus made it into the NFL, but I heard that they were the top cell phone salesmen in their region four years in a row.

Kaz, Takashi, and Kenji used the internet to stalk me. I blocked them on all of my social media but they found my LiveJournal and commented vulgarly on every post of mine. I had to shut down my journal to escape the bullying.

I saw on their webpage that Sasuke Ramen had changed its name to Komako Ramen. Mr. Sasuke had retired and Mrs. Komako now ran the restaurant without him. She turned it into a trendy place that hires foreign sushi chefs.

Jessica and Allison graduated but did not go into their respective fields. They now have their own travel blogs but other than that I don’t think they actually do any work.

Monique became a NASA engineer at JPL. She married a coworker and they have three children together. We always get together whenever I visit my family in California.

And Han, he was made the head monk of the new Silver Fern Monastery in New Zealand. He’s still my BFF. We write letters to each other throughout the year and talk on the phone every month. He sends me lots of adorable cat memes.

Oh! I almost forgot to tell you about our honeymoon! It was an epic memory that we redo every year! Our honeymoon was on a cruise liner to Hawaii. Jun and I enjoyed formal dining nights, amazing shows, and most of all we enjoyed the swaying back and forth while we fucked like rabbits in our gorgeous suite. He embraced me every time before we made love, holding my face and running his fingers through my hair.

“You are so beautiful, Audrey. I am so lucky to have you. You’re everything I could ever wish for and more.” He slowly undressed me and I him.

I placed his hand on my breast, “I belong to you now.”

Jun picked me up and carried me to the firm mattress, placing me down gently. He kissed me passionately, using the softness of his lips against mine and our tongues probed for each other’s between our mouths. He rubbed my nipples and I rubbed his. He placed a finger in my vagina to feel my heat and wetness. I broke my head away from his to kiss his chest, running my tongue up and down his nipples, licking and sucking, making my way down his belly and taking his penis whole into my mouth. I sucked and sucked and sucked as he grew and grew and grew inside my mouth. My mouth was always more than he could handle. He laid me down and put his face between my legs, licking my pussy and clit while he fingered me, using his free hand to tweak my nipples.

He had become an incredible lover. Sex with him was so emotional and better than with anyone else. He made me cum first every single time we made love. He’s gotten to know my body so well that he could make me cum on command. “Cum,” he said.

My legs shook and my pussy squeezed on his fingers as I came from all of the intense sensations, he was making my body feel. I squirted a bit which he loved the taste of, slurping it all against my vagina.

Jun placed himself between my legs and slowly pushed his penis into me. God, that’s what I had been waiting for! “Oh, Audrey, your pussy is amazing!” His penis felt it all up inside me, sliding itself deep into my pussy, pulling out and sliding deeply back in again. He varied his thrusts, the depth, the tempo, he drove my pussy crazy.

I wanted him to fill me. “Fuck me, honey, fuck me the way you want, take me, make me yours!” He fucked me harder and faster.

“Audrey, you feel so good. I love fucking you so much!”

“Yes, Jun, yes! Fuck this pussy! It’s yours! Take it!”

Jun fucked and fucked and fucked. “Uh! So good!” he moaned in pleasure.

“You own me now. I’m yours. You own my pussy. Fuck me, my lord!” Jun started fucking me with short, fast strokes. I knew he was about to cum. “Fill up my pussy with your cum! Claim my pussy with your seed! Make me yours! Cum in your wife’s pussy! It belongs to you!” Jun couldn’t hold out any longer. He fucked me until he reached his ultimate peak, stretching his neck up, gritting his teeth and grunting as he unleashed wave after wave after wave of his incredible semen, seeding my welcoming vagina with his superior genetics. He stayed inside of me as I let him rest on me.

He didn’t want to take it out until he went fully soft. “Your pussy feels so good. I love you, Audrey.”

“I love you too, Jun.”

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“I’m ready,” I responded. As soon as he pulled his now soft penis out of me, he lifted up my legs so that no sperm could flow out of my vagina. I grabbed my legs and held them up and spun around so that I could rest my legs on the wall.

He sat next to me and caressed me, kissed me spider-man style, and said, “Audrey, I want to cum inside you every time I make love to you. I want to make you pregnant with my babies many times over.”

My heart melted and eyes fluttered, “I’d like that, Jun.”

THE END