I'm Thom, I'm a rich, good-looking, hung, married-but-cheating playboy, and I have the perfect mistress: A 20 year old, gorgeous, skinny, Chinese college girl with big, fake tits and an insatiable, outrageous appetite for every kind of erotic sex. So far, I haven't found Giana's limits. She's fucking perfect.
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A couple years ago, I started looking around for a permanent girlfriend. My very pretty and sexy, then-38 year old wife, eleven years my junior, was wearing herself out with her own business and raising our two kids. I had a small stable of girlfriends on the side, whom I could see because my restaurants are very successful and gave me lots of free time both days and night. But I started getting interested in "swinging," you know, hooking up with other couples to exchange sex partners. My problem was, I didn't have a hot, go-to sex partner who wanted to swing with me.
I began looking around online, you know, putting ads on websites and even in the local paper. If you've done that sort of thing before, you know it can be a huge waste of time. Success is hit-or-miss. Mostly, people didn't seem to believe my ads that I was very rich and good-looking; or I got responses from people who clearly weren't who they said they were.
But I got lucky -- I'm just lucky in life, I guess -- with one ad. Here's how it happened.
I live in a college town, where we have a large university with big-time sports programs. I'm not a graduate, but I am now one of the big donors to the school's programs. That makes me a "booster," as they call us kind of guys. I shell out a few million a year in donations, and get rewarded with a 50 yard-line skybox, invitations the every high-brow function at the school, that sort of thing. Makes you feel real important, always the center of attention, get to meet other, rich guys from the area (which is necessary for business opportunities), it's just great.
Anyway, it also means, I had a way of access to things associated with the University. The school had an Internet website solely for its students, with shit like homework, school events, that sort of thing. But it had a "personal ad" page that, I found out, was largely a meat market for students looking for hookups. Last year I took a flyer at it, I mean, it couldn't hurt. I put up an ad saying, basically, did any really pretty and horny college girl want a rich, married boyfriend -- in exchange for being pampered like a princess, she'd get to go on dates with me and other couples. Seriously, when I wrote it, I said to myself, fuck, this is a waste of time, no one's going to respond to it.
Oh, I got responses. Bullshit ones. But, buried in the midst, there was that ONE response. It said, something like, "you sound like fun, if you're for real then so am I, if you like hot Asian girls then I guarantee you'll love me."
Wow! So happens that I actually prefer Asian girls -- my wife is Filipina, and in my spare time cheating on my wife, I had found a couple of married, Asian women on the Internet who were looking to cheat on their husbands. So that response was like gold to me. In football terms, it was a Hail Mary that worked.
I first met Giana at a Starbuck's, just a few hours after she sent me that reply. I almost had an orgasm in my pants the moment I saw her. Definitely a college student, she was (at the time I met her last year) 19 years old, a sophomore at the University. She was tall for most Asian chicks, about five foot six. She was Chinese-American, with long, slender legs, a petite, narrow frame on her shoulders and torso, and perky, small titties. Her face was long and gorgeous -- flawless, smooth skin, big brown eyes, thin lips, flat little nose. But her hair was the first thing you notice about Giana. She had long, curly, jet-black hair, flowing in massive streams around her pretty face, but pulled back so it didn't hide her face from the world. She dressed nice, too, wearing expensive sandals, multiple layers on her top, and skin-tight, $300 jeans. Fucking delicious specimen, I thought to myself.
She wasn't shy, she was playful. Over coffee we hit it off. She was actually surprised I was for real, and she kept saying how "dreamy" I was. I mean, I was 49 years old at the time, extremely fit (I work out almost daily, and run three miles early each morning), and handsome with graying temples and well-groomed, dark hair. My gray eyes and strong jaw often get looks from females. She knew she was hot, and I told her she was.
Turned out she was also pretty much a slut, and admitted it right away. I wasn't the first guy she'd met online -- either on the campus website, or Internet sites for people wanting hookups. I'd only known her about fifteen minutes when I asked, so these oteher guys you met online, did they get lucky with you? She giggled, sipping her hot tea, and said, "You'll find out soon enough, if you want." Oh, I wanted to find out. I took her back to my E-class (that's an expensive car, for you who don't know), and immediately we just started making out when we got in the front seats. Total slut, like I said.
Twenty minutes later, we were in my "fuck place" (an apartment I rent, my wife doesn't know about it), and I was eating the Chinese slut's gorgeous, shaved-bald pussy. Giana is massively multi-orgasmic, she had like four orgasms before I even got around to sticking my 8 inch penis into her vagina.
Over the course of the next few months, she became a regular fucktoy for me. She even readily agreed to try swinging with me -- meeting other couples and switching sex partners.
I'm sort of sinister. I decided, I needed to put Giana through some tests. Fun tests. Three of them. If she passed them, I figured, she was a keeper. But was she slutty enough and playful enough to put up with all of them?
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First, I wanted to see what kind of stamina and sluttiness Giana had.
A few months after I had gotten her a boob job, I brought her over for one of her "usual" sessions with me. She had a couple hours open in the middle of her Wednesdays, when she had a late-afternoon class of some kind. She'd come to my fuck place for an hour or so of hot sex, then head back to campus. It worked for me because my wife didn't expect me at home at those times, and my restaurants are all so self-sufficient they don't need me there before they even opened.
So that particular day, almost as soon as Giana came over, we started making out. Her petite titties had transformed into over-sized, D-cup balloons, and she loved me to suck and fuck those big hooters now that she was busty. So I had her on the floor, kneeling in front of me, letting me pump my 8-inch erection between her big, fake tits, until we were both thoroughly aroused. To the bedroom we went, stripping completely nude, then jumping into bed and fucking madly. I can stay hard when I cum, usually, so even after I squirted my first hot load on her (I pulled out at the last moment to ejaculate on those breasts), I just shoved my penis right back into her (then) 19 year old pussy. We kept fucking brutally hard, until I was cumming a second time in her shaved vagina.
Checking the clock, we were right on schedule. I'd been fucking her about 45 minutes, and it would be any second now.
Giana was already saying, damn Thom that was awesome today, she was sore as fuck but now had to get back to campus for class. She hoped no one sitting around her would notice she smelled like a whore.
Her words were cut off by the ding-dong of the door to my rented condo. I pretended to be surprised, telling her to stay in the bedroom while I slipped on a pair of slacks and threw on a t-shirt. Leaving her behind, I went out to the foyer, and carefully, quietly let in my expected guests.
Sawyer and Ameldo were all grins, looking anxious to get it on, as I let the two tall, muscular black men into my condo.
As a big-time booster of the local college, I knew Sawyer pretty well. He was probably the best player the school ever had, and he had a fledgling five-year career roaming the secondary for a couple pro teams, once as an All-Pro. So now, at like age 33 or something, he was like a rock star at the campus's football games, and of course I'd met him. He's like six foot four, 220 pounds, and solid muscle. Seriously, if he had 3% body fat, I'd be shocked. Girls loved him, he always had blonde college girls on his arms -- usually two at a time. I should also add, he was a smart and exceptionally friendly guy. Great laugh, very funny, and sharp, he was running a media business on the side and making some good coin at it. Even I'm jealous of him, frankly, and I don't get jealous of many men.
Through Sawyer, I knew his "homey" Ameldo. Another black guy in his early 30s, not quite as built but tall and athletic, he was a small-time athlete but a long-time buddy of his rich football pal. Ameldo hung off Sawyer's coattails at campus events, hooking up with the college girls time to time. I couldn't even tell if he had a real job, he just always seemed to be around Sawyer.
So, the thing is, if I needed two black guys with huge cocks to fuck the shit out of a college girl, Sawyer and Ameldo were the guys to do it.