Disclaimer: The following story contains themes related WMAF raceplay and slavery. If this offends you, do not read on. All content below is a fantasy.
Note: I got constructive feedback that John's transition from normal man to being able to brutally punish Vivian was too quick. I will be moving the old Chapter 4 to Chapter 7. This is the new chapter 4.
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The next day, I decided I needed a break from all the fucking. I needed to get my head straight, and it wouldn't be possible to do that surrounded my all my sex slaves. So after a quick morning threesome with Winnie and Stella, I went to the airport to catch a flight back to LA.
Having inherited a small fortune along with my grandfather's harem, I had already quit my job. But I still needed to move out of my office and settle some affairs back in LA before I could live full time in my new estate.
As I was driving to the airport, my phone pinged. It was Amber, a hot Korean-American girl I dated for a few months a while back. We got along great, and the sex was fantastic, but we seemed to want different things. And to be honest, I got the feeling she was a gold digger. Always wanting to eat out at expensive places.
"Hey, I heard about your grandfather passing. Let me know if you want to talk when you are back." She wrote.
"Yah, right." I thought. "More like you heard I am rich now."
But this presented an interesting opportunity. I decided to see how far I could push a free woman in bed. Maybe deep down she would be just as submissive as Stella and Winnie. Maybe she would even be turned on by the racist language I had recently discovered I enjoyed so much in bed.
"Hey Amber! Thanks for reaching out. Yah a lot is changing. I would love to meet tomorrow night if you want to come over for a glass of wine."
I clicked send and then relaxed as the plane took off.
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That afternoon I busied myself filling out the exit paperwork at my company. They tried to convince me to stay but I made up some BS about my grandfather's passing putting things in perspective and needing a change of pace.
What was I supposed to tell them? "Sorry, I am a rich man now with a harem of Asian sex slaves"?
At night as I went to sleep in my old bed, I couldn't help but wish Stella was with me. I wondered if there would ever be a way for her to leave the harem. Could I bring her with me if I traveled? Would I trust her not to report me to the first person she saw?
I felt myself falling for her, despite the obvious power imbalance. And as I drifted off to sleep, I was sure I was going to have dreams of lewd Asian women fulfilling my every fantasy.
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I woke up with morning wood, and I was slightly disappointed that I couldn't just summon a woman to come take care of it. I knew back at the mansion, I could just have Winnie come suck me off while I read the news on my phone.
I decided not to take care of it the old fashioned way, and took a cold shower instead. I wanted to give my balls a rest and make sure I had a full load for Amber tonight.
I spent the day doing basic chores. I changed my mailing address, cancelled my subscriptions, and packed up some of the things I would want to move out to Montana. I decided to downsize my apartment in LA. There was no reason to spend so much on rent if I wasn't going to be here that often. So I spent the afternoon touring studio apartments downtown. I still wanted a place to bring girls like Amber back to when I was in town.
Finally I settled on a place and called a moving company to move my things. They said they could be there tomorrow. Which was perfect. I cancelled my lease, and that was that.
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Amber arrived at 7 PM, and I could immediately tell she was trying to get me back. She wore a sexy crop top with short jean shorts. Unlike fresh off the boat Asian chicks who have the cultural aversion to the sun, Amber was tan. Her long tan legs and taut stomach line were on full display.
I was sure she had heard of my financial good luck. What she didn't know was my change in sexual tastes and experience.
"Thanks for coming over." I greeted her with a smile. "Come on in, the wine has already decanted."
"Hey John, you seem to be in a better mood than I expected." She chirped, giving me a hug. I was sure she was going out of her way to press her tits against my chest. I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra. Shameless gold digger.
"I gotta say, Amber. I was surprised to hear from you." I challenged her a bit as I handed her a glass of wine, generously poured.
She took a long sip. "Well I heard from a friend that your grandpa passed away. I know we broke up, but I still care about you." She continued with the charade.
"Yah, it has given me a lot to think of," I said. "Did you hear anything else?"
"Well... Now that you mention it... I also heard you may have been his favorite... in the will." She copped to it pretty quickly.
"Yah, it's true. I am actually going to be moving out of this place tomorrow because I want to spend more time out there. I am moving to a studio downtown for when I am back in town." I wanted to see her reaction.
"Oh, really? To Montana?! What is there to do in Montana? I kinda assumed you would sell the property and buy a nice house here in Malibu or something." She seemed really confuse.
"You would be surprised. There are plenty of... things... to do out there. I keep pretty busy." I responded. It was pretty honest. If by things, you mean slaves. And by do, you mean fuck to your hearts content.
"Well maybe I will have to come out there and you can show me what you do all day." She teased.
"That sounds great. I have no doubt you will enjoy it." I responded cryptically. "But what have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone?"
We chitchatted for another half hour. I got us another glass of wine. She had been seeing a guy for about a month. He was Korean and her parents were pushing it but she didn't seem that into him. I knew she preferred white guys.
After the second glass of wine, I could tell she was getting drunk. Being so petite, and also being a stereotypical Asian who can't hold her liquor, she was a pretty big lightweight.
That gave me an idea for the harem. I had never seen how Stella or Winnie acted drunk.
My plan to get her drunk had worked great. Now it was time to step it up. As we talked I put my arm around her. I knew she would be easy to seduce. She came here to be a gold digger after all.
"So Amber, tell me the truth about why you are here." I asked her as I put my arm around her. Pulling her closer until she was leaning into me on the sofa.
"What do you mean?" She blushed.
"Well, I think you are here because you missed me." I challenged her, looking her right in the eye.
"Well, yah. I was kinda hoping we could get back together. But now I hear you are leaving LA." She pouted.
"Well. Maybe you can try to convince me to stay here. I can still cancel the movers tomorrow. Maybe move into that beach house in Malibu." I could practically see dollar signs in her eyes when I said that.
"How could I convince you of that?"
"I think you know what could change my mind." I said as I reached up and grabbed her chin, pulling her slowly to me and kissing her deeply.
"Uhhhn." She moaned passionately as I opened her mouth with my tongue. She leaned back on the sofa, and I was on top of her. I could feel her hips grinding as she made out with me.
It was so different from Winnie or Stella. I could tell she wanted to fuck me really bad. Winnie wanted to be fucked and Stella wanted to be dominated. Amber wanted to be fucked by me. I knew it was weird to think about it so much. I was sure if you took five normal guys off the street and put them in my position, they would all be thinking stuff like that. I was sure I was just lucky to have my pick of girls.
I broke the kiss and started to kiss down her neck. I cupped her ass with my hand and lifted her up onto my lap. I brought her down so she was straddling me, and I could feel her crotch just above my hard-on. I kissed her again, then let go of her hips and ran my hands up and down her body.
