Okay I have a confession to make.
Sometimes I like to go online and tease men. It turns me on so much to make these older men lust for my tight, normally unattainable young body. I put on makeup exaggerating my pretty Asian features and wear virginal lingerie that accentuates my youthfulness. I take pictures of my self in a mirror and send it to these men and they stroke their hard cocks to me... I felt like I was in control.
But was I?
In truth, I needed their attention as much as they needed me to fuel their lust. Sometimes, in a fit of masturbating in front of my iPad to one of their beautiful big veiny cocks, I would lose it and start messaging them things I shouldn't. Then, one day, with a dirty married man I had been talking to for a few months, I slipped, a bitch in heat, and told him my address. I knew he lived in the same town...
"You want this so bad don't you? I'll be right there slut." He messaged... and I actually kind of wanted it... So I said nothing and he came.
He was not much of a looker but it was his big muscular body and cock that I had been focused on. He surprised me with how wildly and passionately he fucked my tight Asian pussy, like he had won the lottery... No, even better than that. He was losing his mind over me and it drove him to be even more dominant than he was in our chats.
He called me so many dirty things that day... I lapped it all up...
So, that's all to say that while yes, it's highly improbably that the "hot single in your a area" is real and actually hot and down to fuck... but that's not to say that you can't luck out, as these men have found out...
I don't let it happen often, but I've started to crave it. Case and point, recently I came across a person on Craigslist looking for something very particular. Something, I quickly realized, only I could provide.
You see, there aren't many Asian women in my city and this man had hosted a Taiwanese exchange student, a 21 year old, for the local college. Through living with her, he had allegedly discovered a deep fetish for submissive Asian girls, especially after he caught her masturbating, ass up in her little uniform, to softcore porn.
He included a picture of her and one of his cock... both intrigued me.
I was surprise to see that I looked a bit like her, especially our skinny frames and cute bob-like haircuts. She seemed like she liked to dress a bit more cutely than I would, but otherwise we both had petite bodies, round asses, and cute faces.
His cock on the other hand was not at all petite, judging by the scale against his hand, it was absolutely massive. It turned me on to think that the whole time, this manly cock was getting so hard for this tiny girl who didn't even know how lucky she could've been...
In his post he wrote that he wanted someone to roleplay as Lily, the exchange student. Judging by his repeated posts, he hadn't found anyone and had been looking, quite desperately, for a while...
The idea of playing into his fetish aroused me. I could give him something that was almost better than what he wanted. Lily could've never been the exact kind of slut that he actually needed her to be. Nothing in reality like that was ever going to happen for him... But if you just entered me into the equation, then something highly unlikely all of a sudden became realistic. When a fantasy is brought down to earth like that, it's quite intriguing in a way... and the fact that I was the sole judge of whether that would happen gave me chills.
I decided to reach out... I told him I enjoyed playing submissively and that I was of Asian descent and of a similar build to Lily.
He immediately responded and asked how much I wanted for my service... I told him we could figure that out after.
No doubt he thinks that I am doing this in spite of his fetish... but weirdly, knowing his fetish and playing into it was a much hotter feeling than I anticipated.
It was the peak of submission.
We exchanged emails and started discussing how this would all go...
"I would love to be able to admire you, maybe you could even undress..."
I chucked at this...
"If I told you I had no limits... What would you tell me to do?" I messaged back.
After a pregnant pause:
"I would dress you up in her outfits and have you live at my place for a bit, in the room she had, just like she did. I would have you take on her identity completely, even acting like her and talking in an accent like she did... I could provide for you and take care of you and drive you around like I used to have to for her."
"I'm open to that."
"Are you sure? Even the part about living with me?" He shot back.
"Well, maybe just for a few days?" I messaged, not believing what I was saying. Was I really about to live with this guy for a few days? What if he was a complete psycho? The reckless slut in me wanted a taste.
"Thank you so much! I promise I can compensate you handsomely for this... And well, if you're really completely on board, there is one last thing..." He messaged and sent another photo of Lily.
This photo looked like maybe the end of her stay. Her skin was a bit more tanned, like mine, and she seemed fitter and more lean. The biggest difference though was her hair: it was bright bleach blonde.
"She Americanized a bit towards the end," he told me... "I think that was when it drove me the craziest. I would jerk off so many times thinking about her in the room next to mine..."
I snickered, "I can make that happen..."
"Really?"
I sent a winky face and the emoji of the blonde girl in tights lifting weights.
"Can I ask why you're doing this?" He messages me suddenly the next day.
I thought about the taboo nature of the roleplay and about his massive hot cock. I wasn't sure how much to articulate... so I just played coy and sent another winky face.
"See you next week..."
Since it was summer break, I had all the time to myself and each day was exciting knowing that my roleplay was fast approaching. I spent nearly everyday at the outdoor gym in my neighborhood, dieting, losing weight and getting tanner.
My skin tingled with the thought of his huge hard cock greedily dominating my fertile cunt. I felt like such a slut in public, knowing that everyone could see me primping myself, one of the few Asian girls in this town, getting toned and ready. But knowing that they would never come to understand how much of a desperate slut I was, so desperate that I would degrade myself for random, older men with big cocks and fetishes.
I was to arrive on Friday night... That morning, I visited a salon for the final piece of my transformation.
That night, I ordered an Uber and was dropped off on the edge of town, at the top of a big hill, in front of a large red brick mansion overgrown with ivy. It made sense now why he kept offering money; he had lots of it, and probably nothing to spend it on in this podunk little town.
The door was unlocked like we arranged.
Entering, I saw a little sign that pointed me to my room. The house was completely quiet.
My room was lavish and cute. Stuffed animals, hardwood floors. I saw a closet full of outfits. I stripped off my clothes and donned a comfy, skin tight sweater (light pink) and a white miniskirt, adding on long lacy stockings (also white).
Then, I heard a rap on my door, and he entered.
He was as I expected, large and fit, but honestly not the most attractive man in the world. I wonder how I looked to him, dressed in Lily's outfit and sporting my tan skin and platinum blonde hair.
"Lily..." he said slowly, taking me in like a curious boy, I saw the tent in his pants and knew that he could feel the salaciousness of this fake reality. He would never show Lily his bulge like that... but me? The fake-Lily didn't not need to be spared...
"Thanks for hosting me, this is such a nice room. What I call you, sir?" I said, with the broken accent I had practiced.
He broke into a devilish grin, then shook it off, a bit unbelievingly, as if he was surprised that I was here, that I actually existed at all, that I wasn't some catfish or some totally different person... I looked exactly like my photos and, as he was realizing, I looked very similar to the photos of Lily he had sent me.
He thought for me a moment, "my name is Matthew but you can call me Daddy... Here in America, that's very normal for exchange students to do... Did you know that?"
I shook my head innocently, "I didn't Daddy, thank you for telling me..."
Seeing me through his eyes was turning me on. My toned little body dressed in this cutesy outfit, blonde hair and sexy features... I didn't need him to be hot, although, I will say, the thoughts of his huge body next to mine was definitely making me feel submissive already.
"Come have dinner with me and then I'll take you to the store in case you need anything... You must be tired after that long flight, you should go to bed early tonight."
"Yes Daddy.."
We dined at a lavish steakhouse where the waitress asked if we were a couple. He laughed and told her I was staying over as an exchange student. She blushed and seemed embarrassed, giving us extra prompt and quiet service the rest of the night. I ate very little, anticipating our activities later and trying to play the role of a meek girl.
Men glared at me as we strolled about and I was reminded by their constant insistence to have me, to feed me their cocks. I loved the submissive lustful feeling of my sluttiness being discovered, mid-fuck, and how a "nice" guy will turn into a depraved monster, hellbent on pumping his hot seed down my throat, taking me by force, ignoring my pleas...
Matthew committed to the role, treating me rather politely in public as we browsed the store, explaining to me things as if I had just arrived from Taiwan.
"Are you married?" I prodded at one point.
"No but I am dating someone," he offered earnestly.
"Lucky girl," I teased, trying to flirt.
He seemed taken aback. I'm sure the real Lily never ever said anything like that to him.
That night I showered and waited in my room after he said goodnight. I thought he would come to feed me his load but he didn't... so reluctantly, I pulled up some porn and pleasured myself to sleep.
The next day he had to go play golf with some business friends and he left me a credit card and access to his Uber account and said I could go anywhere and buy anything I needed within reason.
I perused a local sex shop and found a costume of a sexy Japanese schoolgirl. I bought this along with some lingerie.
That night he returned late, and again I thought he would come see me... but nothing. At this point I was getting frustrated... It was hot playing his little toy in this big house, but not hot enough for me to just sit around by myself. I wanted more. Was this guy for real?
What's more, that day I had gotten a text from a friend asking if I wanted to visit her for a big party she was throwing the next day. She told me I could crash if I wanted to. As fun as this all was, it was getting a bit drawn out and weird. I had more or less made up my mind to go.
The next morning, at breakfast, I broke the news.
"Hey, this has been fun, but my friend is throwing a party today and..." I explained that I wanted to attended and that we could maybe continue this in the future.
He looked puzzled, "no Lily, that was one of the rules remember? As my exchange homestay I'm responsible for you and I don't want you going to a party with drugs and boys and who knows what..."
"I'm serious, I'm not roleplaying anymore, at least for now..."
