"So what? Other guys have big dicks. Big deal? Liam needs to treat me better. I'm fed up with him. All he does is fuck me, call me an ugly pig, and then not invite me out to dinner for another two weeks. What kind of relationship is that?
"This dick-faced white ass is rich and powerful and acts like every Asian chick from the Klang River to Siam is his personal toy fuckbot. I hear guys call us LBFM. You know what that means? Right, little brown fuck machines. You see how these white guys treat us?
"And what's worse is most of us eat the cruelty up. Something about the Alpha Male. What is it that we crave, dumb sluts that we are. We Malaysian women are the fucking the worst. So materialistic and openly looking for white men to use us hole to stuffed hole and then buy us a bunch of stuff. Imported jeans, jewelry, fancy steak dinners."
Lana looked at her youngest daughter knowingly. "Look, Heather," she said after taking a sip of her stretched coffee. "You're raised well, but in front of 'that fucker'" as her mom had nicknamed Heather's personal tormenter, "you're powerless. You're a dripping wet puddle and he knows it and uses it against you. He knows you'll let him do what he wants to you because you're desperate for his steak dinners."
"Mom, it's not all about steak dinners."
"Isn't it?"
"It's meaningful."
"Meaningful as a hard dick," Lana said and laughed. She glared at the old Malay shop owner in the fez hat who stared at her with the look of Malay women don't curse and laugh out loud.
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Heather was supposed to be Liam's princess, but she became just another skank for him to use and then notch his solid Vietnamese Mahogany headboard. What didn't that fucker do to poor heather. He pushed her head in the toilet while plugging her ass with a big dildo. He milked her tits with hucow machinery even though they gave no milk. He dressed her in a pig mask and fucked her while she oinked.
At first Heather liked it. Then she started to resent that he had total control over her.
Women flocked to Liam like birds to a ripe sunflower.
She got jealous and competitive. She started to make exceptions. First, she let him push her head down onto his dick when sucking, something she never once let a Malay guy do to her. Then Heather let him take her ass. It hurt. But she did it to keep him.
Heather wanted him to love her. She undressed for him in public. She sucked his dick for him in bathrooms, stairways, in front of temples, on dark streets, on highway overpasses. She gave into all his whims. His whims continued to get more depraved. On an overpass late at night, she let him shoot his seed all over her face while she was wearing her tudung. She was Chindian-Malay and didn't wear a tudung, the Malay headscarf, for any religious reasons. He just wanted her to wear it to shame her in a kind of race and religion play. She let him. He ruined the pretty scarf and then made her walk around with the stained garment around her neck.
Next date, he took her out to a posh steak restaurant which thrilled her. She got all dressed up, wore her best, tightest, sexiest, red dress. He asked her to also wear a big teardrop-shaped butt plug. She teared up in the restaurant bathroom before putting it in. When she came back to the table, he lifted her tight sexy dress to make sure it was in.
After dinner where Liam shamelessly flirted with the tall actress/waitress, he led her to a stairwell heading to a photography shop in the basement. While still digesting chocolate mousse dessert, Liam fucked her on the steps. "That butt plug sure makes your loose pussy feel tight," he said while pounding her.
Liam grabbed hold of the butt plug and pulled it out of her. He pushed it to her mouth and said, "Suck on the plug, whore!"
She fought to hold back tears, but her body betrayed her and shook. She wanted to be respected but he made her a whore. He pushed the plug past her lips as tears streamed from her eyes.
Still, tears and all, she couldn't say no.
Liam came insider her asshole simultaneously.
She felt horrible about herself in some ways, but despite this feeling of getting used it was also incredibly exciting. Heather never knew what was about to happen. He made her nervous, but excited.
She went home alone that night. She got in the shower, her asshole on fire, and cried. When she stopped, she brushed her teeth and gargled with Listerine to get the taste of her ass and the silicone butt plug out of her mouth.
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"I should taste steak not ass," Heather said to Lana as Heather calmed down by applying a cool facial mask.
"You're in love with him, aren't you? And you're in the sex haze," Lana said gazing sadly at her distressed daughter. Even though Heather sat slumped in her chair, her cheeks sported a healthy flush and her lips glistened ripe red.
"I'm in something," Heather said leaning back with the mask on.
Lana was a little wet listening to how he had used her. There was something very sexy about a guy knowing exactly what he wanted and making it happen. She felt like her daughter was in over her head and was worried, but envied the excitement Heather was experiencing.
Look at her color!
"Did you cum?"
Heather looked at her Mon sheepishly. "Each time."
While Heather lay with the mask on, Lana stole off into her bedroom and got her pocket rocket and brought herself to an orgasm thinking of a man making her submit to his whims while pleasuring the deepest recesses of her older holes. Lana let out a moan as she came.
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