Although this can be read as a stand-alone story, a greater background and appreciation of Dr Martin and his sex adventures with Asians and my attempts at emulating him can be obtained by reading the series.
I had finally got around to doing it: thoroughly searching the university archives. The handwritten files by Dr Martin that I had found in his second-hand desk at Monash university recounted his rise to power and his fucking and use off his all-female. all Asian staff. (See previous chapters). It was a path I was trying to follow having discovered his files. But more searching in the university archive rooms had revealed a misplaced box of 5.25-inch floppy discs full of ancient Wordstar and Wordperfect files. I had found Nirvana, the Holy Grail, the motherlode. It was more of his exploits from the latter part of his career.
As an aside, I had sent to experts some of his handwritten essays for both handwriting and content analysis. The report stated that this person's chief aim in life was self-gain at others expense, to establish himself comfortably without undue exertion by any means, and exploit others, especially Asian females, for his benefit. His personality was graded as sociopathic, manipulative, greedy, cheating and fraudulent, sycophantic, lecherous and adulterous, untrustworthy, cowardly, and never to be trusted or relied upon. They also said they had analysed my written accompanying notes and that these traits were obviously shared by me. I felt quite pleased to read that.
I obtained both a floppy drive and SCSI connector (very difficult to obtain now), and purchased Wordperfect, still sold by Corel, and a copy of Wordstar emulator and started reading. The episodes I devoured gave me further proof that I had to put personal feelings aside, bite the bullet and have the Korean, Cho, and Filipina, MeryLu, sexfight to be my PA and just accept the result.
One of the great Dr.'s stories from the floppy discs follows and in it his actions clearly support this point of view. The ruthlessness and pragmatism and ability to change and seize an opportunity, plus other of his characteristics mentioned above are clearly illustrated. Read for yourself his description of a trip to Shanghai.
I was in Shanghai in 1990. The stock Exchange was about to open, albeit with government interference that the Western world could not conceive of. But it was there and I smelt the chance to make money. Making money was probably the only thing I liked more than sex with Asian women.
And it was an Asian woman who I was jackhammering into at that moment in time. Her name was Feng Xu and the Chinese woman was 25 years old and part of my all-Asian staff / harem at Monash University. Earlier chapters show how this occurred. Usually, I took my PA on overseas trips, but Feng was only the 19th ranked sexfighter out of my staff of 24. However, a lot of this trip was for my personal financial gain and only some was for Monash University business so I had only taken the Shanghai speaking Feng. The Urban branch Shanghai dialect is completely foreign to most Chinese, thus I needed someone who could speak it.so as to be aware of their private conversations.
Anyway, Feng was tied doggystyle to the bed head and moaning loudly as I ploughed into her from behind and fingered her arsehole. From her wailing I presumed she was enjoying it. I know I certainly was, which was far more important. I grunted and unloaded into the 25-year-old. Because I am such a nice guy, I didn't just leave her hanging and brought her manually to her cum. As usual after a long fuck she squirted, but I was prepared and stood to one side and avoided her spray of cum.
She lay exhausted on the bed. I would like to say I looked like I had just taken a short walk in my garden. But my journal speaks the truth, except for anything about the size of my cock, and I was gasping for breath. Feng was insatiable and I was getting older. Recovering more quickly than me, she turned to me and said, "Did you know my mother suicided when she was 19, just after I was born, as a result of being raped by the local Triad gang?"
I nodded to show I was interested and listening, but in reality, I was looking at her still quivering, cum covered clit. Unfazed by my staring, or perhaps just used to it, she continued, "So, my aunt bought me up. A lecturer had seduced her at Uni studying English when she was 18. He then said she seduced him, and of course was believed. It was hard for her after that because she had testified in court and no one would marry her or give her a job. So, now she works as street cleaner and is very poor. I send her money every month to survive."
Very touching, I thought, but why would I be interested? But she was on a roll and continued, "I have brought her to Shanghai from her country village for a holiday and so she can have a man fuck her on her 45th birthday. First time since she was seduced. You are going to be that man."
I backpedalled. I had to nip this in the bud. "I'm here on business."
"I know that, but its nearly finished."
"Maybe your aunt doesn't want me."
"You're not as good as a Chinese man, but she has no other choice." Well, thank you very much I thought. You didn't think that when you were screaming and cumming. But I was close to making a lot of money on the stock exchange startup with some high-level Government officials I had befriended. They probably saw friendship more as a bribe. I had to think of something to put her off.
And you owe me," she continued before I could speak.
That brought me to heel quickly. Indeed, I did owe her, because if she had not interceded after I accidentally insulted one of the White Dragon triad gang, parts of me would still be floating in the Port of Shanghai.
My stomach sunk and felt like it was gripped in ice, I knew then that my plan, timed to the minute, to make a killing on the stock exchange would be over because of spending time with her aunt. Fuck, think of all the money I had spent so far. Well, technically spent as it wasn't mine but others, but you get the picture.
"Dr. Graham Martin, you are going to fuck my aunt tonight and if you interfere, I'll revise the story I told the white dragons," she threatened.
My heart sunk further. Feng really meant it. All the time invested. All the money. Wasted. And what was worse the aunt was probably unattractive and frigid. I thought of having a pretend heart attack, but then I thought of the White Dragons. Game, set and match. I was defeated. I smiled and said, "Of course I will. You know I will do anything for my staff."
