Asian Beauty - "tae What You Want"

This is the twelfth story of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

Not everyone likes me or my stories. That's OK.

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Duyen

One afternoon on my way home from work, I stopped into the local Walmart just to grab a cover for a new smoker that I had bought. I waited behind an older gentleman in the checkout line, and there was young black couple behind me.

When I noticed the cashier, I could not take my eyes off of her. She was a very young Asian girl, and she was stunning. Her skin was perfect and she had on makeup that made her look like a porcelain doll. She had a slight frame, but certainly a healthy looking body - maybe just a tad over five feet tall and I'd guess a hundred and twenty pounds or so.

The gentleman in front of me was being quite rude to her, so much so that I could see she was beginning to get upset. And I knew the gentleman was in the wrong because I had been paying close attention.

Finally, when he threatened to call the manager and have her "chink-ass" fired, I stepped in.

"Sir," I said firmly, standing a good eight inches taller. "You're clearly mistaken."

I pointed out his error clearly to him, and when he began to walk away, I said. "Apologize."

His face red, he turned and said meekly, "I'm sorry," and walked away. I wanted to beat his ass.

Her beautiful, big brown eyes thanked me as well as any words ever could, and I noticed an extra glint in them.

It was then my turn. I put my item on the belt and watched her scan it, then put my credit card into the machine. We didn't speak, I was actually speechless for the first time in my life and couldn't even form words in my brain to speak. Our eyes met and we held the stare for the whole transaction. I mumbled thank you as she handed me the receipt, and I quickly left the store, almost embarrassed at myself for being so shy.

I stopped just outside the store to answer a text, sitting on a bench to do so. A minute later the black couple that was behind me in her line came out.

They stopped when they saw me, and the man said, "Bro you better get back in there."

I looked at him, confused, then looked at the woman he was with, thinking that she might correct him, or tell him he had mistaken me for someone else or whatever the confusion was. Instead, she supported him, I guess having had the same thought.

"For real," she said. "That girl was undressing you with her eyes, and you were damn sure fucking her with yours. Get back in there and talk to her!"

"Did she say something?" I asked.

"She didn't need to," said the woman. "She was holding her breath the whole time you were there, and she let out a great big exhale when you walked away. And we were watching you two looking at each other. You coulda fucked her right there in the store."

I didn't know what to say, so I mumbled "Thank you," and went back into the store.

I had no idea what I was going to do. I simply retraced my steps back to her cashier lane, where she was just finishing up with a customer. When she saw me approaching, she flipped a switch and turned off her light, closing her lane for the time being.

I stopped in front of her, unsure, then simply said, "Hi. I'm Phil. Sorry to be so bold, but could I make you dinner some night?"

She smiled the most beautiful smile, then said to me, "Is that really what you want? Make me dinner?"

I smiled back, "well, it's a start."

"I should be making you dinner for what you did to that man. But, I accept."

She wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me.

"I not drive. You pick me up here tomorrow, 6:00 p.m?" she asked.

"Sure thing. What's your name?"

"Duyen. I see you tomorrow, Mr. Phil."

She had an accent, more than just slightly but not a problem to understand. It was like music. Vietnamese I guessed. I wouldn't get much sleep that night, thinking about her.

I was right on time the next day, 6:00 p.m. I pulled in front of the modest, but well-kept manufactured home at the address she gave me, and there she was dressed very nicely in a short skirt, accentuating her shapely legs and firm, round ass; a button up blouse, with a pair of open-toed sandals showing off her tiny feet and painted toenails. She carried a small bag as well.

I got out and opened the door for her, closing it behind her.

Once I was back behind the wheel, I asked her, "Do you live by yourself?"

"No," she answered. "With my mother, but she work night shift at local hotel doing laundry. She think I'm crazy meeting strange man I just meet. She worried, but I tell her, it will be OK, I trust this man"

"Why are you?" I asked.

"I tell you later," she replied mysteriously.

Throughout the ride home, and through dinner, we talked about our lives, getting to know each other a bit.

She was twenty-four years old, born in Laos in 1987. Her father had been a government official of some kind, very secretive. In 1999, her father was arrested, jailed, and later died in prison. She had no idea why, but she and her mother left the country in fear, Duyen then just twelve years old.

They were taken in by a couple in their 40's near Washington, the gentleman, Jonathan a high-end political staffer for a U.S. Senator, and his wife a lawyer. Jonathan was very kind to Duyen and her mother, and though she didn't speak a word of English when she arrived, Duyen learned quickly and flourished in an exclusive private school in D.C.

Sadly, Jonathan died in an accident when Duyen was seventeen. His widow turned cold to Duyen, quickly squandered any money that she received, and before long Duyen and her mother were on their own again.

She and her mother did a variety of jobs, whatever it took to get by. Fortunately, Jonathan had set up a healthy college fund for Duyen that his wife/widow couldn't touch. And prior to his death he had managed to have her accepted at Yale.

Duyen was a Yale grad and now pursuing a graduate degree also at Yale, and would be leaving to return there in a few weeks. She came home every summer to work however she could and help her mother with the bills.

She reached into her purse and showed me a picture of Jonathan, her benefactor -- and the resemblance to myself was striking. He looked like my twin brother. It became clear in that moment why Duyen was so attracted to me, and why she agreed to be with me this evening.

When she saw the look of understanding on my face, she reached out and touched my hand.

"Jonathan was always so kind to me, but he never touched me. I loved him and wished that I could show him. I was young and silly, and I thought that once I was old enough, he and I would be together. But he was gone before that happen."

"His wife knew my feelings and treated me poorly because she knew. When I saw you, and the way you protected me, those feelings came rushing back. I want give you what I could not give him."

I've always considered my success with women a result of great confidence, as opposed to great luck. But this, this was pure luck, like I had found a four-leaf clover at the end of a rainbow with a rabbit's foot.

She might have been twenty-four, but her porcelain skin, big brown eyes and smooth complexion made her look barely legal. She had straight black hair to the center of her back. Perhaps one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

I didn't know what to say, and I didn't have to say anything, Duyen grabbed my hand and started leading me down the hallway. We got to my bedroom and entered.

Duyen squeezed my hand when we entered my bedroom, then pulled me toward her. On her tip toes, she reached up to kiss me, her soft lips meeting mine. Gently at first, then more urgent as our tongues danced. As she pulled back, she gently pushed me back so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

I asked her, "Are you a virgin?"

"No," she answered. "I meet boy in college four years ago. We together six months. But...," she paused.

"But what?" I questioned. "Did he hurt you?"

"No," she answered quietly. "But he treat me like property. Do things to me, then offer me to his friends, they do things to me, call me names. I leave him and go to doctor to make sure not sick with diseases."

She continued, "my mother teach me -- man is the boss. Man should take what he want. Give him whatever he want and he never stray. But must be respectful."

Duyen stood in front of me and her eyes met mine. She took a step closer, her thighs pressed lightly up against my knees as I sat on the bed.

"You be nice, and you may take whatever you want," she whispered.

Those of you that follow me or have otherwise read my stories from the beginning know that I enjoy rough sex as the dominant party. Forced deepthroating, hair pulling, ass smacking, name calling, the works. No one had objected to date, and in fact each time I employed them, these acts were met with enthusiasm.

As Duyen and I were having dinner and I contemplated the increasing possibility that this might turn sexual, I had no thoughts in my mind of getting rough with her. If I were to be lucky enough to get her into bed, I had planned to treat her with exceptional kindness and tenderness, much like the fragile porcelain doll she looked like, afraid of breaking her.

Her words confirmed that this would be the right decision.

Slowly I reached up to the top button of her blouse. I undid the first button, noticing a black bra underneath. With agonizing slowness, I undid her blouse, which she shrugged off onto the floor. Her perky tits were encased in a bra with a front clasp. I unhooked it and she shrugged her bra off to join the blouse on the floor.

Her tits were bigger than I expected, a nice B cup. Her skin was smooth as glass, and her pointy brown nipples stuck out like little hard diamonds. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger as our eyes locked, then I leaned forward to kiss and lick them. Duyen ran her hands through my hair as I suckled her, a contented sigh of pleasure escaping her lips.

I pulled back from her tits and grabbed her waist, then stood up and maneuvered her onto the bed. I laid her down and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down slowly, and it ultimately joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Her panties were next, slim black thongs that covered only what needed to be covered.

Her body did not have a hair on it save for her head, eyebrows and eye lashes. Her brownish/yellow skin was perfectly smooth across her whole body. She smelled delightfully of some kind of lotion, maybe a hint of mango.

Duyen kept her legs closed, bent at the knees. But as I threw the panties on the floor and turned my attention back to her, I placed my hands on her knees and slowly pushed her legs open. There before me was the most delicate and delicious-looking cunt I had seen in years.

I got down between her legs and came face to face with her pussy. I looked up at her and our eyes met, then I reached for one of her hands. I pulled it down to me and stuck a finger in my mouth, rolling my tongue across it several times, then removed it.

Holding her by the wrist, I guided her fingers to her opening. Duyen understood, and slowly massaged her cunt with her fingers, then dipped her index finger into her wet hole. I watched intently, my face only inches from the action, as she fingered herself, then removed her finger to rub her clit.

Our eyes met again, and Duyen offered her slick finger to me, which I readily accepted. Her taste was sweet, womanly and intoxicating. It set me on fire, and I dove at her pussy with enthusiasm. Spreading her wide open by her thighs, I took long, broad licks of her pussy, pausing every so often to push my whole tongue into her, wiggle it around, and then focus on her clit.

I repeated this pattern a dozen times, Duyen's breathing getting faster and more intense with each passing minute. She had her hands in my hair, and as she approached orgasm, her grip got tighter and tighter. Duyen's feet got higher and higher in the air as well, and finally she let loose with a loud moan, forcing my face into her pussy even further as she reached her climax, a string of Laotian words flowing from her mouth.

As she came down, her grip on my hair relaxed and her feet finally rested back on the bed. I lifted my head and smiled at her, my face shiny with her juices. I moved up and we kissed passionately for several minutes, Duyen lightly mewing as she sucked her fluids from my tongue.

When our kiss broke, she smiled and said, "No man ever make me feel like that. Make me come. Only myself has done it."

After a pause, she said, "And now I wish to do the same to you. Make you come."

I got out of the bed and stood next to it, removing my shirt. Duyen was laying on her stomach, sideways across the bed, her face just inches from my crotch as I was standing. She unsnapped my shorts and pulled the zipper down. Grabbing the waist band, she pulled my shorts and underwear off at once. My hard cock sprung up as it was released.

Duyen grabbed my cock in her hands and squeezed it. She pumped it with one hand and fondled my balls with the other, then pulled me closer. Her tongued snaked out and took a long lick of my shaft, from the base to the tip. I drop of precum started to form. She pulled back and played with it with her finger, then tasted it.

"You taste delicious," she said in her innocent voice.

She then looked up at me and said, "Take what you want," and opened her mouth.

I put my hands on her head and guided my cock into her mouth. Her jaws stretched wide to accommodate me, but she took it all without complaint. I gripped her head and pulled back, then thrust forward again, getting deeper into her little throat.

Repeating this motion about ten times, I eventually found myself buried all the way down her throat.

Once fully buried, her eyes looked up at me. Our eyes now locked, I began thrusting, more forcefully each time. The familiar sound of my cockhead passing in and out of the entrance to her throat was a turn on. She never gagged or convulsed, only light whimpers as I fucked her face.

My pace increased, and the look on my face must have changed, because Duyen whimpered more loudly as she became aware that I was about to come. With a final thrust, I held myself in her throat and blasted away. I could feel her swallowing as my cum flooded her throat and went down to her stomach.

She held me there until I was spent, then finally pulled back and let my softening dick drop from her lips. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it, forcing the last remnants of my cum out of the head, which she licked up with a light moan.

I climbed into bed next to her, and we lay silently, basking in the glow of this great sexual experience. I put my arm around her and she snuggled up next to me, her head on my chest, and I pulled a light sheet up over us.

I don't know how long we laid there, probably a good fifteen minutes or more. I didn't know what was to come. Had she gotten what she came for, or was there going to me more?

I slowly started stroking her back with my hand, and in response she reached down and did the same to my stomach. My cock began to come back to life, a fact that was obvious as my dick started pushing up against the sheet, forming a small tent.

Duyen pulled the sheet off of me and exposed my cock, now almost fully hard. She pumped it until I was 100% hard, then climbed on silently and straddled me. She ran the length of her cunt along my shaft at least a dozen times, making me slick with her juices.

Finally, she looked at me and said, "You no make me pregnant?"

"No," I assured her. "I can't make you pregnant."

Satisfied with this answer, Duyen reached back and grabbed my shaft, placing the head of my dick at the entrance to her tight, hairless hole.

Loyal readers might expect that my dominant side took over here, but I was determined with this beautiful woman to "be nice," as she had requested. Not every woman is open to the rough stuff, so I held back.

Duyen sunk herself down on me. Her eyes grew as I penetrated deeper. She sat up straight on me as I bottomed out, bumping up against the wall of her cavity.

Her eyes closed as she sat motionless on me for a full minute. Then this beautiful young woman slowly ground her hips against me, her motions consistent for about five minutes, getting faster and faster until she threw her head back and came with a shudder. I watched her with utter fascination.

Slowly her eyes opened. She must have seen something in my own eyes that dictated her next move.

She said, "Take what you want."

With those words, I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over onto her back. I grabbed her feet and spread her legs wide, then rammed myself into her in one violent motion. Duyen cried out in surprise and pleasure. She wrapped her slender legs around me and urged me on.

"Take me, take me, take what you want," over and over.

I pounded her relentlessly, moving her ankles to my shoulders, then pinning her legs back over her head and wailing away. Duyen's head rolled from side to side as I pummeled her.

Just as quickly, I dismounted and grabbed her again, flipping her over into the doggy position on all fours. Again, I rammed my cock into her, grabbing her hips and fucking her for all I was worth. Duyen looked back over her shoulder at me as I did, her beautiful eyes telling me that she was filled with lust.

Reaching out, I lightly tugged on her hair. Our moans were simultaneous as I deposited my load inside of her. Duyen muttered some more words in her native language as she collapsed flat onto the bed, and I followed her, laying on top of her as we caught our breath.

We both rolled over onto our backs after a few minutes. Duyen grabbed my hand and moved it toward her tits, and lightly rubbed her nipples as her breathing continued to relax. Gently she guided my hand lower, and I dipped my hand between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and wet from the fucking, her cunt lips slick and rubbery.

Our eyes locked again as I inserted first one, then two fingers into her, reaching into her tight cavity as far as I could. My cum was abundant inside of her. I pulled them out, sticky with our combined fluids.

Opening her mouth welcomingly, Duyen pulled my hand toward her, and she sucked the cum off of my fingers with a moan. My fingers returned and repeated the motion, and this time I sucked our juices off my own fingers, then leaned in to kiss her.

Duyen moved to reposition herself so that she was now sitting on my stomach. She leaned back, her oozing pussy staring me right in the face.

"Take what you want," she whispered again.

This amazing woman knew me so well, after only a few hours together. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her to me and sat her on my face. Duyen ground her wet cunt against my mouth, chin and nose, smearing my cum and her juices all over my face. Her pace again was steady, but increased as she reached yet another moaning orgasm.

Duyen dismounted and assumed her position next to me, cuddled in against me. We were both spent and soon drifted off to sleep.

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I am typically an early riser, but the next morning, Duyen beat me to the punch. I woke up groggy about 6:00 a.m. and felt for her next to me. She wasn't there, but I knew it wasn't a dream because her scent still lingered in the air.

I smelled something else, and within a minute, Duyen walked into the bedroom carrying a tray -- she had made breakfast and was serving it to me in bed. She was wearing a light robe that she had obviously packed in her bag, and her hair was lightly wet. I was confused since I hadn't heard her in the shower.