Christine Vietnamese Disgrace

Christine's father did not say a thing. He stared at his daughter in disbelief. Speechless. Sure. When he got the call that she needed to be picked up from some fraternity party, he expected her to have had some typical college fun--drink some beer and dance to some music--, but never would he have thought to find her like this. In such a disgraceful state. Someone he could barely even recognize. And apparently, according to the messily handwritten sign taped on the wall next to the door, a 'free-use cumdumpster'.

"We will talk at home." Christine's dad tried his hardest not to yell in that moment. Instead, he curtly motioned for her to hurry up and get moving before he proceeded to make his way downstairs.

Christine scrambled and took Lionel's clothes to wear before catching up with her father.

To say the car ride home was awkward would be a gross understatement. Christine did not dare speak a word the whole time. And he could not find the words to even begin. There was so much to be said on both sides but the father and daughter were completely stumped by the circumstance.

After thirty minutes, the two finally reached the apartment complex. Still no words were exchanged as the father and daughter walked into the apartment. Christine did not even glance in her father's direction. She kept her eyes fixed to the ground.

"Sit," her father commanded in Vietnamese after putting down his keys and wallet.

She obeyed. Christine slowly trudged towards the couch and sat on the farthest cushion.

"Do you know how hard it is to pay for everything? Tuition? Rent? Food?" He started to pace around the coffee table. "Do you think it's easy sending you to that college?"

Christine kept her head hung low. "No, daddy."

"I don't think you understand how hard it is for your mom and I to put you through college." Her father stopped and sat on the opposite end of the couch. "I have to put in so many extra hours at the factory and your mom... Your mom has to--"

"Stop," Christine interrupted softly, "Please. Please don't mention that. I know..."

He didn't heed her request. "No. You don't get to do that. Do you know how many men your mom has to... touch... at the massage parlor?"

"Please stop..." Christine pleaded tearfully.

His voice got a little softer. "How many times a day she has to rinse out her mouth to get that foul taste out?"

"Daddy, please..." she begged while crying.

His voice cracked a little. "How many times she came home with her jaw so aching and throat so sore that she would rather skip dinner? How many times she--"

"PLEASE STOP!" she cried out with hands covering her ears and tears streaming down her face.

Christine's father pushed himself off the couch and turned his back to his daughter. "I don't know what happened to you, Christine." He struggled to keep his composure. "You were supposed to be better than this."

She hated herself more than ever hearing that come out from her own father. There were so many things she wanted to say in that moment, but nothing came out of her trembling lips. Instead, she asked herself: 'how did it come to this?'

"I have to get going," her father said in Vietnamese as he walked towards the door. His footsteps slowed down the closer he got to the exit. "I have a long shift, so I'll be home late... And don't worry. I won't tell your mom."

Christine looked away. On one hand, she was glad that her mother would be spared from knowing of her depravity; on the other hand, it showed just how ashamed he was of her. The girl asked herself: 'how did this happen to me?'

Then, just as her father was about to turn the door knob to leave, a curious question came to her. "Daddy? Did someone ask you to pick me up?"

"Your friend, Faye," he responded before heading out, not thinking anything of the question.

***

Christine doodled on her notebook instead of taking notes as the professor wrapped up the lecture. Since learning that it was Faye that contacted her father, she had trouble focusing on anything else. The question of whether Faye did it out of goodwill or out of malice consumed her thoughts. She wanted to believe that it was the former, but Faye has always been one to stir up drama whenever the opportunity presented itself.

"Christine?" Professor Miller called out. "Are you okay?"

The girl looked up and around the classroom. Everyone else had already packed their things and left. She was so lost in thought that she did not even realize class ended.

"Oh... yeah. Sorry... I guess I spaced out for a sec." Christine stood up and started collecting her things, hoping that her face wasn't too flushed. "I'm okay."

"You sure? You don't look so well." Professor Miller walked towards the front row where the student was standing, studying her body in those tight jeans and low-cut v-neck t-shirt. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Thanks," Christine smiled gently while slinging the backpack over her shoulder. "It's just been a rough few days. Nothing I can't handle though."

"Well, if you ever need help with anything, just let me know," Professor Miller offered with a sincere expression, or at least that's what he tried to portray.

"I really appreciate it, professor. Have a great day!" Christine waved as she made her way out the door.

Once she was gone, the man pulled out his phone and opened up a bookmarked website: College Cum Guzzlers. A thumbnail of the video he most recently played was front and center. It featured an Asian girl taking a big white cock from behind with her mouth agape and eyes rolled back. He studied the girl's face to confirm his thoughts. It was undoubtedly her. "Christine... You little slut."

A grin crept across his face as he imagined having his student bent over his desk, begging for him to ram her tight pussy over and over again.

***

As Christine made her way towards the library for a study session, she could not help but feel a sense that people were staring at her and judging her. It was strange. Sure, she slept around, but so did plenty of other girls on campus. Especially the Asian ones. Practically every Asian girl that she knew regularly spread their legs for fraternity boys and athletes. So, why did it feel so different this day?

To avoid drawing any unwanted attention, the girl opted to take the long route to the library that took her past the empty baseball fields. However, she was not the only one with this thought. As she rounded a corner, Beth emerged from the path ahead.

Christine's eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful blonde, then started to tear up a little. She wanted so desperately to say 'hi' but had to first gather herself to prevent the tears from spilling out.

Beth abruptly stopped when she spotted Christine. Her expression turned sour instantly as she contemplated what to do. The blonde wanted to storm straight at her ex-girlfriend and unload all of the hurt, frustration, and confusion that had been stewing within since their breakup. She wanted to slap Christine across the face for ruining their relationship and turning into some college slut right after. Or maybe she could tell Christine that she was willing to put that all behind and they could start over...

But before that thought even had a chance to take root, Hunter appeared behind Christine and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. The Vietnamese girl was startled by the sudden touch, and turned to see who it was. When she realized who it was, she opened her mouth to tell him to let go but was met with his lips smacking against hers. The Vietnamese girl's eyes shamefully darted over to the blonde as his hand somehow already found it's way through her panties and into her vulnerable slit.

Beth felt a surge of rage building within her. She clenched her fists tightly as her mind raced in between leaving immediately and rushing up to give Christine a piece of her mind. Neither happened.

Faye emerged next to Beth, interlocking their arms before pulling the blonde behind the bushes and away from view.

"Faye??" Beth asked with eyes wide open in shock and confusion. "What are you doing?"

The redhead looked at Beth with sympathy in her eyes. "I'm sorry... I didn't want you to see this."

"See what?" Beth questioned with a mixture of emotions brewing within. "What are you talking about?"

Then the sound of Christine's labored voice pierced through like daggers. Beth could not believe what she was hearing on campus. This wasn't some late night college party at a fraternity house. This was broad daylight, just a short distance from the main academic buildings!

"Oh god! Hunter! You're too big! Too big!" Christine cried out.

Beth forced herself to peek past the bushes to witness the disgraceful act with her own eyes.

The Vietnamese girl was bent over a bench with her shorts and panties down to her ankles while her tank top was pulled up to expose her bra. Hunter gripped Christine's tiny waist with both hands as he relentlessly slammed his massive prick into her tight, unprotected pussy. She looked so small, and not just because of her diminutive size compared to Hunter, but also because there were five other burly men forming a half circle around her. They were waiting their turns with their hands inside their pants, ready to spring into action as soon as Hunter had his fill of the Asian girl's womb.

"Come on, Beth," Faye tugged at Beth's arm gently. "You don't need to see anymore of this."

"Why is she doing this??" Beth asked in complete disbelief and tearing up before turning to Faye, searching for an answer.

The redhead looked straight into her friend's eyes and placed both hands on the blonde's cheeks, then answered firmly, "Because she is a piece of shit. A stupid, pathetic whore. That chink doesn't deserve your attention."

"But--," Beth tried to respond before being interrupted by Faye.

"Look at this," Faye held up her phone, showing the web page that had a video thumbnail of Christine taking a big white cock from behind with her mouth agape and eyes rolled back. "You don't want this filthy Asian ho infecting your life again. Let's go."

Beth looked past the bushes once more and saw the depraved sight of Hunter grabbing Christine's head with both hands while slamming his entire length down her throat, causing the petite Asian girl to gag repeatedly and struggle to keep from blacking out. Her hands were pinned behind her back by a black man with a huge erection that looked like it could pierce steel.

"Come on!" Faye urged before pulling Beth by the hand and leading her away from that disgusting display.

The blonde gave in and allowed herself to be pulled away, but not before taking one last glimpse of Christine, who was squealing like a stuck pig while getting spit-roasted between Hunter and the black stud. "Fuck you, Christine," Beth cursed under her breath as she headed off with Faye.

Meanwhile, Christine struggled to even breathe with a massive white cock shoved down her throat and a monstrous black shaft pistoning furiously in and out of her tiny pussy. Her body was getting wrecked and her vision was hazy. Despite that, she couldn't shake what plagued her mind: that Beth witnessed her so easily give in to being used like some public fucktoy and that she hated herself for feeling so fulfilled being treated this way.

"Hurry up," one of the others shouted impatiently. "The others are going to get here soon."

Christine's eyes snapped open at the mention of more guys coming. She started to panic. Taking the two in her and the four waiting was already too much for her to handle, but more were on the way?! That would surely break her. She knew she had to act quickly.

Her hands started tapping Hunter's muscular torso as her body was lifted off the ground and completely suspended in air between the two hulking studs. This was a bad sign. Christine knew what this meant, so she doubled down by wriggling her body as much as possible to get their attention. She even looked up to meet Hunter's eyes, but he was too busy barking orders to the other guys, though she couldn't make out what was said. The sound of her own gagging drowned it out.

'Beth...' she called out in her mind.

When the tapping and wriggling didn't work, the girl decided to pull a last resort: biting down on the dick in her mouth. She closed her eyes and prepared herself mentally.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, Christine started convulsing erratically as she squirted profusely while moaning uncontrollably into the big white cock that was spewing load after load of warm cum down her throat. The big black cock was suddenly pounding her little pussy with vigor and brutality she had never experienced before. It felt absolutely incredible. Christine could not explain it, but her body just gave in to the ravaging by these two men.

'Mommy... Daddy...' she called out in her mind.

Her hole tightened around that long shaft that seemed to reach her cervix with each thrust. Each time it did, the overloaded girl felt more and more of her fluids being ejected out of her opening and onto the black man's crotch as she screamed in delight and pleasure.

Hunter finally pulled out of Christine's mouth, but it did not matter at this point. The girl was lost in an euphoric haze. She kept her focus on taking that big black cock that kept hammering her from behind. And she knew her stretched out pussy kept gushing like a broken sprinkler. It felt amazing. Although, strangely enough, the more the pleasure built up, the more the world seemed to blur. The only other thing she faintly comprehend was that it felt like she was floating somewhere else in between the orgasmic bursts.

Before long, the blur turned gray, then to black.

'This is me...' she concluded.

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