Author's Note:
This story contains light themes of non-con, coercion, and heavy race-play. All persons in this fictional story are 18 years old or older.
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A month has passed since the incident at the fraternity house that resulted in Christy grinding on random college guys, and sucking the cock of an overambitious fraternity brother. Blowing Trey in that frat house left her feeling disgusted by what she had done, who she had done it with, and most importantly, who she did it to - Kevin, her long-term and long-distance boyfriend.
When she arrived at UCLA, Christy was a devoted girlfriend with dreams, ambitions, and all the time in the world to find out who she was. Who that turned out to be, was a cheating slut at Kevin's expense. Despite her best efforts to move from her indiscretions, she couldn't quite escape the haunting memories of what happened that night in the frat house. To her credit, she did want to confess but she knew if she did, it would be at the expense of her relationship and she couldn't have that.
So she decided to remain silent.
Instead, she would get her act together. In fact, with their anniversary coming up, she thought it would be best if she surprised him with a trip to Las Vegas and attend EDC together. It would be expensive, but Christy didn't care. She wanted to be with Kevin again and reaffirm their love. She wanted this trip to be special, even if it was insanely expensive.
Christy decided to pick up a part-time job to raise the money. The following week, Christy found herself standing in front of the local boba shop on campus.
Mr. Chang, the owner of the boba shop, greeted Christy. He was tall, fit, and a bit on the older side. He had a buzz cut with grey hair, and he oddly reminded Christy of her father in sorts. He was about her dad's age too, but was able to open a successful business and was living quite well, as evidenced by the BMW parked out in the front. As they sat down for the interview, Mr. Chang's genuine interest in Christy was less about her qualifications and her resume, and more about the fact that she was a beautiful blonde Asian Baby Girl. He knew that this would attract many customers and it didn't hurt that Christy's chest was accentuated by a tight white t-shirt.
On her looks alone, Mr. Chang offered her the job on the spot which Christy eagerly accepted. That was a lot easier than Christy had expected, but she didn't pay any mind to it. She was just happy she was able to get a job quickly.
Over the next couple of weeks, Christy's free time would be occupied with her hours at the boba store. This would ultimately cause more stress to their relationship as the job took away from her studies and her relationships, the latter of which would be prioritized less as she needed to retain her GPA. Despite this, Christy would try her best to work hard, earn some cash, and get them the trip that they deserve.
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For a while, the arrangement at the boba shop went quite well. Christy was making a decent amount of money through tips, Mr.Chang was the best boss she could ever ask for, and she was even training a couple of new hires, including Jack, a senior from a local high school. Despite the rocky start since her transfer over to UCLA, this was the happiest that Christy has been. Unfortunately for Christy, this would all take a turn for the worse.
It started innocently enough -- a friendly smile here, a casual conversation there -- but soon, rumors began to spread about Christy's interactions with Mr. Chang. As the other employees and new hires started their work there, they'd notice how Mr. Chang would float around Christy. Christy would laugh a bit too much, and their hugs would be lingering.
Unaware of the rumors swirling around her, Christy continued to work without a care in the world. She had no idea what was coming for her. Her world crashed when Mr. Chang asked to speak with her in private.
As Christy entered Mr. Chang's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. The usually so happy Mr.Chang carried a stern look on his face. Disappointed. Angry.
"Is everything okay, Mr. Chang?" Christy asked, her heart pounding. She took an immediate seat in front of Mr.Chang's large wooden desk.
Mr. Chang sighed heavily before speaking, his words careful but merciless. "Christy, I'm afraid I have to let you go".
Confusion washed over Christy. "I don't understand," she stammered.
Mr. Chang hesitated for a moment before continuing, not breaking eye contact with the brown-eyed Asian Girl sniffling in front of him. "There have been reports of inappropriate...flirting between the two of us," he explained carefully. "While I'm sure that the new employees have a very active imagination, I cannot ignore the potential impact this might have on my reputation."
"I swear, Mr. Chang, I would never do anything to inappropriate to my job or the reputation of the boba shop," Christy protested, her voice trembling. "Please, you have to believe me."
"I believe you, Christy," he said softly. "But unfortunately, I cannot ignore these concerns. How does it look for a man like me to be flirting with a slut half my age? I am afraid I have no choice but to terminate your employment with us"
"Please...I need to go to EDC..." Christy began to sniffle before Mr.Chang pulled out a white envelope.
"Do you know what this is, Christy?" he asked. He walked over to her and emptied the contents on his desk.
"These are two EDC tickets - VIP for you and your boyfriend. I know how hard you've been working and I wanted to surprise you with this."
"Mr.Chang....thank you!!!" Christy squealed, excited over the prospect of going to EDC with Kevin. However, her (former) boss had other plans.
"Not so fast. I need to admit something. I have been flirting with you. And I think you've been flirting with me too" Mr. Chang leaned against his desk. Christy was confused about what was happening.
"You see...I can't be caught fucking an employee. But you? You don't work here anymore," Mr.Chang smiled. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Christy gulped. "So to these tickets....you want me to...?"
"Let me make it more obvious," he said, unzipping his dick. "Make me happy, and the tickets to EDC are yours."
"Mr.Chang...I don't know," she replied, nervous. "I have a boyfriend".
"I'm sure he won't mind," he said, guiding her hand to his flaccid cock. "After all, you're doing this for him."
Christy bit her lip. She knew that the trip to EDC was practically the last and only thing she could think of to do right by her boyfriend. After all, they have been on the rocks since she moved to UCLA. Besides, she had already cheated once or twice. At least this time, Kevin gets something out of it.
Reluctantly, Christy dropped to her knees. She stared up at the man who had begun stroking himself at the sight of the blonde Asian Baby Girl who fell to her knees. She was batting her eyelashes and staring directly into his eyes. As Mr.Chang began to reach his hardness, Christy opened her mouth and welcomed his cock.
Perhaps it was the practice she got with Trey last week, but Christy found it surprisingly easy to swallow Mr.Chang in his entirety. Perhaps she became good at sucking dick? Nevertheless, Christy began to bob her head from the tip of his old man's cock to his base, taking him in. He placed his hands on the back of her head and moaned as the blonde Asian Baby Girl less than half his age was blowing him.
"God, you're such a fucking slut," he moaned as he pressed her mouth to the very base of his shaft. "I bet you suck dick like this all the time huh?"
"Of course not...I have a boyfriend, Mr.Chang," Christy answered. She kissed the tip of his dick which had reached its peak erection. "I love him after all".
She took him in his entirety again, bobbing her head up and down to Mr.Chang's delight.
"I'm sure you do. That's why you're sucking this old Asian man's dick huh?" he laughed. "Didn't your dad teach you any better?"
Christy was a bit hurt by that comment. She was raised quite well. Before she could reply, Mr.Chang had shoved his dick down her throat and continued his degradation. No longer was Christy sucking his dick, but instead, it was Mr.Chang that was fucking the face of the blonde Asian Baby Girl.
"God, don't girls like you have any decency these days?" he chuckled, as he continued to face fuck the blonde Asian Baby Girl. "Don't you respect your boyfriend? Your parents?"
Christy would have no chance to retort as Mr.Chang continued to pound her face senseless. This continued for the next 5 minutes as he continued to enjoy the fruits of his coercion. These tickets meant nothing to him, but the sight of this blonde Asian girl sucking his dick, a girl who was the same age as his daughter, a girl who he easily coerced, gave it up so easily. He relished in finessing her and he'd continue to enjoy the feeling of his dick growing inside Christy's little mouth.
Mr.Chang pulled Christy up and sat in his chair. He pulled Christy into his lap, lifting her skirt and lining his dick against her womanhood.
"Do it slut...cheat on your boyfriend...I want to see you put it in..." he muttered as he rubbed the tip against the outer lips of her tight Asian pussy. Christy hesitated. This was the point of no return. Was she going to cheat on her loving boyfriend with her married asian boss? Was she going to fuck him for a pair of EDC tickets?
That decision was made for her. He grew tired of waiting.
Much to her dismay, Mr.Chang shoved her body into his dick, impaling her on his cock. Christy's eyes immediately rolled, as it was the first cock she had in months since moving to UCLA.
"FUCK," she moaned. "You're in me raw...your old Asian man dick is in me raw....". Christy lifted herself but the familiar feeling of being filled with cock encouraged her to drop down on it again. Slowly, but surely, Christy found herself fucking her manipulative old Asian boss in his office.
"Oh fuck....Mr Chang...." She began to instinctively grind and ride on his dick. "It feels....so good...I feel so good."
She began to pick up her motion, violently fucking her boss. No longer did she care about the tickets and Kevin, right now she was finally getting much-needed dick. Sure, it might not be with a guy her age. Sure, he was an old Asian man. Sure, he was married. Maybe he had a kid too.
None of that mattered. She was starved for dick and she would make most of this meal.
