This is the story of my meeting with chineseslut, another writer here on Literotica and she even edited this story.
Chineseslut approves this story.
I didn't think she would meet me. She told me many times she wouldn't. But she was also fascinated by my biker lifestyle. I was just psyched that she was going to meet me for a weekend, but I wanted to push her and see how far she would go.
She told me that she dressed fairly conservatively, very little make-up and clear nail polish. I told her I wanted her to look like a cheap Asian whore: heavy eye-liner, bright red lipstick, even brighter red fingernails and silver toenails. I didn't ask her to wear the tube top and Daisy Dukes that I initially wanted. But I wanted her to bring them and wear a short yellow sundress with spaghetti straps and the "fuck me" shoes with the five-inch heels.
I'm not sure what she told her husband to be able to spend a whole weekend with me, and I didn't care. She told me that I had to let her call him regularly during our weekend. I agreed, although I had other plans. Ever since she told me his dick was four inches long, I started referring to him as "Tiny Dick," which I knew irritated her. She said she loved her husband. I said we'll see what you say after I get through with you.
Friday night.
I'm a punctual guy, and I'm there at the hotel at 7:30 pm, like I said, and I'm half surprised to see her there, too. Kristen is just as she described herself, a small, skinny Asian with very small tits. But she's much prettier than I thought, maybe even beautiful. I had thought that she might be a bit of a dog, but she's hot. Even with the make-up and false eye lashes and the bright red lipstick, she still doesn't look like a whore.
In fact, Kristen's appearance is a sharp contrast to me in my T-shirt, leather vest, jeans and boots. I'm sure people who see us meet are wondering what the connection could be. I pulled her close to me with my hand on her back. Like the upper class girl she is, she gives me a cheek to kiss. I give her one last chance to back out, but she shakes her head and lets me guide her by the arm to the hotel room.
In the elevator, I start to assert my control, touching her on her bare arms, and running my hand on one of her legs. She's anxious, I can tell, by her nervous silence. She thinks she's slutty because she's slept with a lot of white guys, but those were mainly privileged rich men who know how to treat a woman. I know she's never been fucked by someone like me.
Once in the hotel room, I stop her by grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back toward me. I want her to know I'm going to be in control this weekend, that it's not going to be a picnic. I pull her toward me and I can see the fear in her eyes.
"Now, you're mine, bitch," I say, quietly. I pat her softly on the cheek, letting her know the pat could easily be a harder slap. I chuckle as she flinches at my soft touch.
I pull her toward the full-length mirror so she can see the two of us together, the high class girl in the pretty sun dress and the big bad biker. She gasps as I unclasp the dress and let it fall to the floor. She's naked underneath as she's followed my instruction to not wear a bra or panties.
"You stupid little chink," I whisper in her ear. "You should've known better than to meet me."
I look at her body, and it's just as I had fantasized, just as she had described it to me. Short, skinny, flat-chested. Just what I crave. I want to see her spread eagle against my bike as I fuck her pussy with my thick cock, but that will have to wait, I tell myself. The other thing I notice is how brittle and fragile she seems. She's nothing like my old lady, who is as small as Kristen, but tough as nails. I feel like I might break Kristen, and that thought makes me rock hard.
As a biker, you often find a bitch who just wants to have the thrill of fulfilling her biker fantasy. On balance, I prefer women who want to have sex with the real me, and don't see me as just some stereotypical bad boy biker. But then, I'm not above taking advantage of these situations. Kristen is definitely just trying to check her fantasy boxes. I'm okay with that, but I'm also going to make her pay the price for it.
Kristen puts her hand on my crotch to feel my hard on, and gets on her knees. But she doesn't understand that she's not controlling the action. I take her over to the bed, and put her on her back. I can tell she thinks she's going to get fucked in her pussy. As she rubs her pussy, I can see that it's already wet, but I have other plans.
I pull my pants down just enough to release my cock. I watch Kristen as she focuses on my cock. She's probably had longer ones, but not many as thick as mine, I bet. I put some spit on my cock. I've brought some K-Y jelly, but saliva is the only lubrication she's going to get for now.
I hold her legs up, and the look on her face is priceless as she realizes I'm aiming my cock at her asshole, not her pussy. I see her biting her lower lip as I push into her. Without lubrication, it's tough sledding, but I keep pushing. I aim some spit in the direction of my cock and her asshole and a big loogie lands there, an action I'm sure she finds disgusting.
I've never fucked an Asian American before. Yes, I have a preference for Asian women, but before now, all the Asian women I've had were actually from Asia. There were women I fucked while I was in the military overseas, in the Philippines and in Indonesia. Even the Asian women I've fucked here were recent immigrants, including my old lady. They were women who led hard lives as poor farmers or worse in Asia and escaped for a better life here.
But Kristen is an Asian American princess, no doubt someone who grew up wealthier than me. Pampered and college-educated, and as slutty as she is, all of her sexual experience has been with other Asian Americans or rich white guys. Even the black guys she's fucked were college boys, probably from middle class families.
I'm enjoying taking her up the ass. The little rich girl getting fucked up the ass--there is something delicious about that. When I fuck my old lady in the ass, I'm doing it for our mutual enjoyment. With Kristen, I feel like I'm getting back at those rich girls who looked down on me, and I want to make it hurt, and I want to degrade her. I hate those women with their comfortable lifestyles who like to slum it with a biker so they can get their kicks.
I can tell she's pretending to be tough and take the pounding without complaining, but I can also tell she's on the verge of crying. It's a turn on to see her in this state of distress, my thick cock stretching out her asshole.
"You like it, bitch?" I ask her, as I pinch her nipples.
"Oh shit, don't do that," she replies.
I slap her once, but hard in the face. She looks stunned. She had told me that slapping was fine, and that she got off on it, but maybe her other boyfriends never really slapped her.
"What was that for?" she asks naively.
"You don't fucking tell me what to do," I say. "And when you're with me, you call me 'Sir,' do you understand?"
