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Betrayal 46

Betrayal 46

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I came from a wealthy Asian biracial family and was scheduled to go to the UK for the A levels and university in the summer of 1975. That was what my peers did.

That world came crashing down when an 18 year old English girl I was besotted with told me she was pregnant. I had only fucked her about 6 times and I lost me virginity to her. She was from another well known family. My father was not impressed and said "Well, it is a good match." I was OK with a quick wedding. However, the pregnant girl, Linda, asked to talk to me. I remember the conversation as if it happened yesterday.

"We are not going to marry." she said calmly, eyes focused straight ahead. "You are most probably not the father." I was utterly stunned and it took a long moment to process the words. Linda was my first love and I had only had sex with her maybe 6 times. She continued calmly "I have been fucking 3 other guys from the International school. Sometimes, all 3 at the same time. Knowing our families, if the baby is not yours, and it will be obvious, then this pregnancy will destroy my family and your family will be humiliated." The petite girl I thought of as a shy novice at sex was banging 4 guys at the same time. There did not seem to be any remorse or guilt in her voice. There was maybe some anxiety or sadness. She must have known life would never be the same again for her. I walked away in utter rage and despair.

Two weeks later, I was told she has had a miscarriage and had been attended by a prominent expat gynaecologist. She recovered uneventfully. She was sent to USA to go to college shortly after. There were rumours but eventually, people moved on. I was told I was going to Sydney for further education. There was no discussion about what I wanted. I landed in Sydney in the middle of the southern winter of 1975.

My father had made the arrangements. He probably instructed his various secretaries. My mother just said "study hard and wipe the account clean." The pain in her voice was like a dagger to my heart. I had brought untold humiliation on my family, not for fucking, {which was bad enough} but for fucking such a slut. "That could have been my grandson." she murmured, her fury and despair unmistakable and utterly chilling. I only appreciated later what a hammer blow the pregnancy and the circumstances of its termination was to my family's social standing. My parents became reluctant to go to their church. The family became the laughing stock in their closest circle. It was something my mother never recovered from. Even on her death bed, she was unforgiving.

I was met at Kingsford - Smith airport by a man in a Mercedes. He drove to a block of flats in Rose Bay and I was shown where I was going to live. "Your father said we are to look after you and make sure you can concentrate on your studies." I was shown a spacious 2 bedroom apartment in the block with views to Rose Bay. I met 2 ladies who were tasked with overseeing my domestic situation. They lived in the flat below mine.

The next week was spent with various tutors who assessed where I was at educationally. I was older than most students because I had spent 3 years in a Chinese language school. At the end of assessment by the school, my father was told I was good enough to go to university the following March. However, the head master said "your son is brilliant in parts but there are too many gaps. He will pass if he goes to Uni next year but given an extra year, his results will be outstanding." In less than a month after I last fucked Linda, before the maelstrom, I was contemplating an entirely different future.

I was to have a private tutor for each subject.

The first tutor was a PhD student named Lucy. She was a vivacious and pretty blonde. In the first tutorial, she outlined the course in Modern history. She also gave me a large bag of books to read and even the sequence to read them in. I realised I was very attracted to her whilst trying to pay attention to what she was saying. She smelt like sex.

I was having my regular history tutorial a month later when she said "I am very impressed you have read so many of the books already. You can probably pass the exam now." I had not told her that I had covered more than 50 percent of the course work at my previous school. After an hour, she said "This is wasting time." She took m,y hand and led me to the bedroom. She took off her clothes casually looking at me. She undressed me and started a blow job as my cock became bearably hard. I ejaculated into her mouth after what seem like a flash. "Are you a virgin?" No I said. "I got a girl pregnant and it changed my life." She shrugged and did not seemed impressed or interested.

She laid on my new bed and spread her legs. "Poke your tongue out and lick my clit". So I was initiated into oral sex and soon discovered it excited me a great deal giving her pleasure. "Ah yes, there. A little firmer. Now take your tip away and use the flat of your tongue. Faster!" And so it went for about 10 minutes. She went through all the stages of excitement that I later learnt about. I also discovered vaginal tenting. "Put your finger in and go behind my cervix." "What is that?" She taught me how to insert 2 fingers behind her cervix and gently flex my fingers. As I licked her and flexed my two fingers behind her cervix, she had a huge orgasm. {it was a skill I used frequently in my subsequent life.}

She then directed my thick, 7 inch cock into her vagina and I fucked her as hard as I could and came in her vagina. I remembered the last time I did that and its consequences. Then I realised that was some one else cock or cocks. I became overwhelmed by emotion. She held me tightly and said "hush little baby don't you cry....". When she was no longer my tutor, I bought her a car for this act of kindness.

Over the next 18 months, I also fucked the 2 nurses who lived in the block but were paid to look after my flat, cook my meals and tried to educate me on house work. They were 21 and had typical bodies of that age, firm and experienced. They answered an advertisement for maids and the deal was great. They were friends but decided to apply together and remained training in nursing.

Both had active sex lives as the steady flow of men to the flat below indicated. Sometimes, the moans of sexual joy would be loud and I would get horny. It soon became obvious they were available if I was horny. One time, I called for both. Jenny smelt of sex faintly. I noticed her panties was wet in a way I had not seen before. As I entered her, I realised she had just been fucked because she still had cum in her vagina. It turned me on like a rocket and I pumped my dick into her with as much force as I could muster. I was thinking of what had happened with her previous, just completed fuck. My ejaculation was volcanic. "Well, when you called, he had just pulled out. Jill was going to come up but I did not want to miss out!" She explained mischievously. Jill did not miss out as I pumped her for about 5 minutes. I soon got into the habit of fucking both at the same time if I could, They were OK with that.

"Your father must be very rich. He pays us a generous retainer to feed and other wise look after you. Apart from the free rent, we get a house keeping allowance. The sex is free because you are so sexy and cute. But you always look sad when you are fucking us. Why?" Jill was looking at me and waiting for an answer. None came. Years later, I was to attend both their weddings. I bought each a car for their wedding present anonymously but they knew. They just said they had saved for it.

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Apart from the history tutor, I also fucked the Latin and English ones. They were older, around 30. Each provided a different experience. I cannot say who seduced who but the chemistry of tutor and a student is an intoxicating mixture. They just checked whether I knew the course work, which I usually did. I was an excellent student and what would normally take 3 hours usually took me 1. The rest of the time was spent fucking and other intimacies. I learnt a lot about sex.

I was fucking 5 women, basically around the clock. In the morning, one or both of the nurses would climb into my bed. If I was back from school early, I usually fuck one of the nurses. I fucked the tutors in the evening 4 nights a week. They took me to their parties which sometimes resulted in me waking up with a hung over girl whose name I could not recall. I had Wednesday evening to play tennis and developed a few friendships. I sometimes wondered whether the large amount of sex I was having with multiple women was normal. I could not see who it was harming.

It became obvious that they also enjoyed my increasing skills as well. I also had a lot of money and I spent it all on them. During that time, I learnt to separate sex from other emotions. It was sex and it was good.

The 18 months passed and I did brilliantly in the exams and despite my father wanting me to go to USA for college, I refused and was accepted to study Arts/Law in Sydney.

Linda visited me from USA. Out of respect for her family, I agreed to see her. She had aged a lot even in the 12 months since our world crashed. "I had an abortion". she said, trembling with emotion. "When mum found out who was involved, she slapped me hard and called me a slut. Dad pulled a lot of strings and eventually came up with a police report stating I was raped. I had to say I was bleeding and experiencing pain. The abortion was classified as inevitable."

I said coldly "Why are we discussing this? You were banging 3 other guys when you made me believe I was the first and only one. You betrayed and humiliated me in a way I probably will never get over."

She was a rich heiress but had been rejected by her family. Her world had collapsed. She said she had been celibate in the USA but had struggled with college. "Can't we go back to last year?" She asked forlornly. "No. The hour after you told me was the worst in my entire life. The rage, hurt and despair I felt will never go away." I shouted. She started to shed silent tears but they were lost on me. "The baby could have been yours. I just was not sure." I became even angrier. "Just leave." I shouted.

She took an over dose of some pills that evening but was discovered by the hotel chamber maid. She was rushed to hospital and had her stomach pumped. Fortunately, the pill she was prescribed was benzodiazepines which usually not lethal. After her recovery, her mother flew to Australia to fetch her. The mother asked to see me. I was respectful but told her no way was I interested in her daughter's future now that she was in her family's hands. There the conversation ended.

I shed tears for my youthful delusion. It ended that day when she told me about the 3 other guys. The pregnancy was what brought it to the the surface. To this day, after a life time of experience, that was the greatest betrayal I have ever endured.

20 years later

It was Linda's parents' 50th anniversary and a big party involving more than 300 people was planned. I was, amazingly, invited. I travelled to Asia out of curiosity. My mother had died of cancer and my father was a profoundly depressed man in a nursing home. My younger brother came out as gay. He was diagnosed with AIDS and died in the late 80s. My father was a broken man. His dream of an heir and a spare had come to nothing.

By then, I had been promoted to Professor after publishing a series of acclaimed books. I was a minor celebrity. Many guests requested to have photographs taken with me. Whilst at the party, I was discreetly asked to see Linda privately. "I am Ian Stewart, the manager. Miss Chin would be most obliged if you can follow me. I will take you to our Presidential Suite, where she is staying tonight. By the way, can you kindly autograph this book. It is for my daughter. Kate is her name." I signed it :Dear Kate, all the best for the future." I was taken up to a suite. Linda had been waiting. She looked well and dressed impeccably in a designer outfit. She welcomed me and shook my hand.

"Hello, Tony. You are looking fantastic. Not like a goofy professor at all. Can I get you a drink? Champagne it is then. I have been following your career, You are famous. You did not bring your wife?" She was as charming as she had been ruthlessly seductive in her teens.

It occurred to me that I knew next to nothing about what had happened to her. Thinking about her remained a painful act. She read my thoughts. "After the Sydney conservation, I wanted to end it all. I know you had enquired daily about my progress. Thank you. Mum brought me home. She got me help and over the following few years I became a different person. I stripped myself of the utterly spoilt and impulsive girl I had been. It was brutal and the self hatred and loathing fortunately did not drive me to suicide. It almost did a few times. " I was startled by the words coming out of her mouth, cogently and precisely. She locked her eyes on mine. I had to look away.

I decided to join the family business after completing a degree in Finance. I am now the CFO. The business has thrived and is now listed. My father controls 35 percent of the stock." It pays for things like this." She waved at the palatial suite.

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"I never married. I had lovers and even a near miss marriage but I discovered he was gold digging. I could not bear to be rejected as you and many others did back then." Her eyes were misting up and for the first time in over 20 years, my heart went out to her.

"We were young. I cannot say I am sorry but forgiveness was beyond me then. I am happy to see you have been so successful and you are clearly socially prominent. In fact, you look marvellous and on top of the world." I meant what I said. I realised she was doing a great job melting me. The words were genuine and sincere." She softened visibly. I explained "I have never married but I am OK. I have slept with many women but I have never fallen love." I replied which was true.

Silent tears were caressing her cheeks as they fell from her eyes. I was also crying as I looked at the woman she had become. I was baffled by my own response to her. I was not hostile or primed to reject her as I had been on previous occasions. In fact, I looked at her and saw a beautiful, mature woman. She was exactly as I had fantasised about when I was so desperately in love all those years ago.

"I do not need saving but I want your love." It was almost a whisper. My jaw slackened. This was unexpected because we had not been alone together for over 20 years. "Wilful sexual exploration cost me a wonderful and predictable future. When I fucked you on a whim, I knew you gave me love. I felt it and I wanted more of it. I never had time to change course. The pregnancy was a bolt of lighting from Hell." This was hard on her as the words became less measured and become laced with deep emotion." In a way, I am glad it blew up 20 years ago. It was for the better. At least there are no metaphorical condoms in the closet. Ah......unintended joke." She smiled and started to cry. "I was sordid and did not deserve you then."

I was uncomfortable and wondered how to respond. I realised the anger had left me. There was a moment of silence and the air was thick. Finally, with a deep breath, it continued. "I know you never married. I had a private investigator look closely into your life last year. It was expensive and the report was handed over before Christmas. It was not cheap."

I know a great deal about you. You are successful but mostly alone. You go through women but you have commitment issues. No known children."

"Can we go back? I would like to try." She asked with a soundless bolt of thunder that seared into my brain.

There was a gentle knock on the door and it was the hotel manager. "Mam, we do need you downstairs." We went and she quickly ascended to the stage and the crowd was rapt. She was always socially capable but this has been honed into a pereion missile. She looked stunning, in command. She welcome everyone including friends and family from far away, looking at me. She then gave a wonderful speech about her parents, who had supported her in her darkest hour. She was a star. I politely mixed with some I knew but retired to my room where I wept.

We had dinner the next day at one of the city's exclusive clubs. The restaurant was very discreet and we had a private table which was practically a room. She was clearly a regular patron.

I was marvelling how much she had learnt about wines and food. Dinner was one of the best meals I ever had. She even joked that I had become Bohemian and rustic.

She became silent and looked at me. There was steel and vulnerability at the same time. "I have asked you 3 times to have me back. The last time, yesterday, for the first time, you did not become angry. I am putting the question again. But it will be the last time. I want an answer."

"I am not emotionally attached to anyone and I do not think I can be." I said. "Our youth was derailed but it was better that it blew up then. But life goes on and we have both matured and done good things. But we are both damaged goods. You are rich and accomplished. I am a well known professor. I am not poor. I have problems committing emotionally. You probably caused that. I suspect you too have that difficulty."

"You are the only one who can forgive me for what I did." She said.

"We were young and stupid. I now know how these things can happen. You do not need my forgiveness nor am I in a position to give it." I was weeping. "Perhaps a stiff Cognac." She kindly suggested.

We went to her house and made tender, gentle love. We both cried silently afterwards. For the first time in 20 years, I felt whole.

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