A Vietnamese Tran & a Dog

Ok, Lit readers...

Grab a beer.

Have a seat, chill, relax and accept my apologies. See, I tried writing a 750 word story but, turns out, that's a complicated task I couldn't do. Alot, and I mean TONS, of sex needed editing out.

Here's the relevant backstory you need to know: I'm an admitted hound of a dawg. I fuck for pleasure and so do the terrible people around me that pass as friends.

It's midnight, my cell rings and all I hear is, "Mmmmmmghhh, yes, Daddy! Sluuuurrrrrp!"

"That's right, deepthroat my dick! Take it all, goddamnit!"

I recognize the man's voice, it's Eightball, and it's payback time.

"Guess who's bobbin?" he whispers, but he's far too excited to wait for any reply, "It's Dean Wormer's wife!"

Back-and-forth it's been like this since he discovered I fucked his sister. Ok, and also, then his aunt. See, I'm suave style with substance and Eightball was all thug but, I've got to give him credit, this notch in his belt was pretty impressive.

He'd upped the ante and I needed to best him with something he could never top - a fuck that required a refined, more delicate touch. I needed to find the black man's unicorn: Asian pussy!

Let's be honest, livin in Alabama, speakin fuckin English is a struggle. Ain't no damn Asian studies nowhere at Wormer's college. Where and how was I gonna find that kinda poontang? I needed luck. I needed Asian pussy to fall into my lap.

Enter, the assaliciously gifted, Thuy Tran!

Say, "Tu" and then, "We." Ok, now faster, "Tu-we." You got it! "Thuy!"

Renewing my license at the DMV, I saw her head a-boppin to a beat and asked, "Yo, whatcha listening to?"

"Future," she said, "Trying to immerse myself more in American culture."

Whoa! Hit da brakes! Skuuuuurr!

Luck had found me!

Thuy was everything you'd think a 24 year old Vietnamese woman oozing naïveness and repressed sexuality looked like: dark hair, alabaster skin, and petite breasts! Except for one thing... Her nickname was Lê, meaning pear, and that she was! Thin up top, but below waist - a sliced thick, mouth-watering, piece of ham-hock bacon!

Her mom had opened a Phở restaurant and Thuy worked alongside, but no one noticed what she packed under her drab waitress attire. I offered to help her ass-similating, and she agreed to go out. So glad she hadn't first listened to Boot Scootin' fuckin Country.

She dove into learning about hip-hop. I taught her to dance, slide, and twerk.

She tried teaching me Vietnamese. Words like "please": làm ơn. And "thanks": cảm ơn. But my ass only cared about the bad words! Like "shut up": câm miệng. And my universal favorite words, "fuck me": đụ tôi.

While I took my sweet time cozying up to Thuy, Eightball's calls continued, "Guess? Guess who now? Guess?!"

I mostly listened cause whenever I said anything back it only made matters worse...

"Tell him where Eightball's cock is, bitch!"

"It's in my cunt, daddy!"

"It's that THOT bankteller!" he boasted.

"Bruh, been there," I laughed, "When you kiss her lemme know how my dick from her ass tastes."

CLICK!

Thuy explained family was important in Vietnamese culture and took me to eat at her mom's restaurant.

It did not go well.

I dressed to impress, thought I was putting my best foot forward, but in hindsight, I probably drank too much of that rice wine alcohol with a fuckin snake inside the bottle! Also, probably shouldn't have hit my chopsticks against the rim of the rice bowl like I was playing drums and shit really hit the fan when I crossed both my fingers wishing her mom and the restaurant good luck!

Mrs. Tran's voice went up two octaves and unintelligible words shot super Vietnamese fast out her mouth!

"What the hell just happened?" I asked.

"You don't wanna know," Thuy said, quickly ushering me away.

Mrs. Tran had good reason to despise me, other than whatever culturally insensitive faux pas I may have done, I knew she saw instantly the dawg in me. She knew I only wanted to plant stiff mahogany bamboo deep into her daughter's rice paddy fields. I imagined she was yelling for Thuy to dump me and, honestly, I respect her for that.

I'm patient. I could abide waiting for Thuy cause, as a dawg, I've always got pussy-on-da-side, ya know?

Some would call me a swinger, but I consider myself more a sex-party organizer.