Hello everyone! This is my 16
th
story but first work of fiction. I hope you like it—writing fiction is harder for me because I never claimed to have a great imagination when it comes to erotic stories. That said I need to give some credit to another author here—Kristen Woo. Reading her great stories here provided some much need inspiration. So I dedicate this story to her.
My Little Chinese Slut—
I was late for my orthopedic appointment to finally repair my knee that was the last body part I needed to fix after my professional soccer days—eight years of high school and college and seven years in Italy playing at the highest levels had taken its toll. I'm not afraid of the doctor's knife, hell knows I have had my share and I have a high pain threshold but now my sleep was being effected so I figured it was time to act—this had been nagging me off and on for years and years.
Walking into my doctor's office, yes
my doctors
, they had cut on me for a hip, knee, and ankle so I knew the drill already but I had fully recovered from them and was even skiing again. I checked in and they said they were running a little behind—that's code for, "sit down and relax". I usually liked flirting with the cute woman in the front office but she was not there so I sat down and pulled out my phone to handle a few texts and emails.
The office was always busy due to the practice having multiple doctors handling every joint, bone, ACL, and tendon that needed attention.
As I sat there I was getting a little restless when the door opened and in walked a sexy and rather tiny Asian woman. Okay let me tell you right now—I love Asian women and for the last seven years have not touched a Caucasian woman (this part is true—lol).
She was perfect to me—about 5' and 100lbs maybe. Her hair was to her shoulders and looked nice—she was a little doll and perfectly petite. I watched her check-in and heard her say her name, Kristen Woo. Nice she is Chinese and looked very fuckable. She looked about fifteen years younger than me, which was perfect. I heard the front office girl say something about her knee so I guess we had something in common.
As she sat down I gave her a little friendly smile and she just nodded in a polite way—almost timid. I went back to my emails but when I looked up she was looking at me and quickly looked away but had a curious look. We exchanged a couple more glances and now I was wondering how her little pussy tasted.
Just when I was not minding the wait I was called back for my appointment. During my appointment all I could think about was Ms. Woo out in the waiting area. I was hoping to see her out there when I was done but to my disappointment she was gone when I came out. My knee surgery was set for two weeks—a simple scope to repair a meniscus tear and a slight feathered ACL.
My surgery went well and four weeks later went for my follow up appointment. As I was walking in my little doll was walking out with crutches—lucky me. We kind of looked funny—me with my crutches and she with hers and she coyly smiled at me as we tried to maneuver around each at the door. She seemed a little nervous and I said hello and she replied back but very shy. She appeared to be very submissive which I always found sexy. It was obvious that I wanted to talk to her but this was not the time or place—2 sets of crutches were truly in the way.
I finished my appointment and made my way out. When I got closer to my car I saw her sitting in her car. Was she waiting for me? As luck has it my car was just two spaces away. She was actually staring at me as I approached.
"Hello. How is your knee doing?", I asked her. "By the way my name is Greg."
"Hello my name is Kristen. It is doing well. Thanks for asking. But I won't be running for a while I am afraid."
"Yeah me either or skiing," I added.
There was a couple seconds of silence that flowed with tension.
"So Kristen it seems we have run into each other twice now so can I call you some time? Perhaps we could meet for a drink?" I really wanted to lick that tiny pussy under her little sundress.
"Ah. I can't. I'm in a relationship but I'm flattered you asked."
"Oh really. I guess I misread things. It looked like you were a little interested. I mean why were you waiting out in your car for the last thirty minutes while I was inside seeing my doc?" I decided to push the issue a little—it was obvious she was waiting. "Let's get together some time." I was betting she was one of those demure acting Asian women that always wondered about white men.
"I don't think it's a good idea. Like I said I'm .....", she looked down at her legs.
I noticed her dress was pulled up a little showing her nice runner's legs. She was messing with me. I was beginning to think she was one of those Asian attention whores—loved white men looking at them but just as a game. Now I really wanted to fuck her and teach her a little lesson but I didn't want to scare her off.
"Here is my number. Call me up if you change your mind." As I handed Kristen my number our hands touched and I saw her let out a breath. The tension you could cut with a knife. She took my number and stuffed it in her purse—she was interested.
"Greg I need to go. It was nice meeting you and I hope our recoveries are speedy ones." Once again her eyes darted away—she was conflicted. She drove off but I could see her look into her mirror at me.
_______ _______ _______ _______ _______
About four weeks past and my knee was like new—why did I wait so long I wondered as I was laying in bed turning in. Just as I was dozing off my phone bussed with a text from an unknown number.
"Hi Greg".
And nothing else.
I just stared at it and wondered who. Figuring it was a past woman I had met on a dating website but deleted her number after a spark-less date.
Before I could respond...
"Its Kristen from the doctor's office. How are you?
I looked at the message and my cock stirred! I gathered my thoughts and replied,
"Hello Kristen. I'm fine. How is your knee? Mine is doing great."
"That's great to hear. Mine is great too. Started physical therapy a couple weeks ago and it feels stable."
"Excellent. I began PT two weeks ago too. So I'm a tiny bit surprised to see your text."
"Just a tiny bit? So are you saying you expected me to? Well Greg I have been thinking about you. You see I have a thing about mature tall white men. I thought I was past it but maybe I'm not."
"I see. Are you one of those Asian women that fantasize about white men. Want to be treated a certain way, should I say like an object?"
I decided to be blunt. I wasn't really looking for a girlfriend so no need to be sweet. As soon as I sent it I wondered if it was a bit too direct but too late.
"
Yes.
" Was all Kristen responded with.
Her response was so simple but told me a lot—it's amazing how a three letter word can tell you all about a person in certain contexts. I still think she was conflicted but at this moment she wanted some white cock—my cock.
We texted for another twenty minutes and suddenly she said she had to go before I could ask her to meet again. I got the feeling she was interrupted.
The next morning I saw a text from her—once again a simple text.
"
I can meet you."
I lay there with many visions. My cock was instantly hard. I wanted to fuck this little coy acting slut—make her moan like a whore. I wondered if she would do anal—I love fucking Asian ass. As I stroked my cock I thought of Kristen begging me to be gentle as I plunged my cock into her. I let loose with a nice hot load of cum. After I cleaned up I texted her back.
"
Good to hear from you. When are you available? Where would be a good place for a drink?"
"I don't drink. Downtown in the financial district is always good where I work. I can take a two hour break with no problem. How about tomorrow."
Well she was not wasting any time I thought.
"Sure, that sounds great," I said. "Are you near that bistro with the all the porcelain roosters?"
"Yes I know it. What time do you want me there?"
Yes! I thought to myself, as she was being a little submissive and accommodating. The more I thought about her the more I wanted to make a fuck doll out of her. I decided to give this slut what she wanted—or at least the vibe I was feeling.
"Be there at 2pm,"
I responded in a short manner.
"
Okay. See you tomorrow