I had lived a sheltered existence until I met Chris. He was the kind of guy that my mother had always warned me to stay away from. I had been a dutiful daughter my whole life, doing everything my mother wanted me to do. I never questioned what she wanted for me and I never really saw myself with a guy who wasn't Asian, like me.
"Don't trust white men," my mother had warned me on many occasions. "They want to enslave you and make you their servant forever."
"How is that any different than Asian guys?" I asked her innocently. From what I had seen of my parent's relationship, my mother was basically my father's slave. She did everything he asked.
"Asian men respect Asian women. You can't trust a white man to do that. So stop looking at them!"
"I wasn't!"
"I saw you looking, Linda. I know you well enough to know what you are interested in. If I ever see you with a white man it will bring me great shame."
"Yes, mama," I said. I hadn't realized that I had been checking out white men in front of my mother. Of course, I knew that I had a thing for white men, I had just never acted on it because of her warnings. I knew better than to disobey my mother. I never meant to disregard her warnings. It was just that Chris was so sexy that he disarmed me. He left me speechless. Before I knew it, he was closer than I had anticipated.
I was dressed to kill at the club that night. I had my Asian boyfriend with me and an entourage of friends. I was drunk and dancing when I saw Chris staring at me from the sidelines. He was leaning up against the wall and staring straight at me. I smiled politely but the smile he gave me back was full of desire and sexual energy. I was drawn to him and I found myself staring at him all night, even during the slow songs when my boyfriend was holding me close. I looked up at Chris and saw that he was motioning for me to come to him.
"Honey, I need to use the restroom," I told my boyfriend. I slipped away and walked toward Chris. I followed him to the hallway that led to the restrooms and as soon as we were out of view from the crowd he grabbed me, pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply. I had never had a man do something so brazen and I let it happen, enjoying the dangerous sensations of giving in to something I knew was wrong. My mother would kill me. My boyfriend was right there in the other room. I was a cheating slut and I let the taste of Chris's mouth linger on my tongue until I felt like I might faint from the way he was making me feel. White men were taboo. Why was I doing this?
It didn't stop there. Chris's hands were up my shirt, then up my skirt. His fingers were fondling my pussy and I spread my legs further to encourage him. Just his fingers working my pussy over my panties felt better than anything my Asian boyfriend had ever done to me.
"Should we get out of here, go back to my place?"
"My boyfriend is here with me."
"So text him and tell him you had to go. Come on with me. I promise I'll make it worth your while." I looked up into his blue eyes and I was smitten. There was nothing I could do about the way that I felt for him.
"Okay, let's go," I agreed and I let him pull me out the side door of the club and into the parking lot. The whole drive to his house was filled with him fingering my pussy and then him pulling out his cock and commanding me to stroke it. I put my hand on his shaft and moved it up and down. He looked happy and I wondered if this is what my mother meant by being a slave for a white man. If it was, then maybe it wasn't a bad thing. I liked the way Chris jumped around a bit as I took control of his cock with my hand. I leaned over the seat and put his cock in my mouth and began to suck.
"Oh, baby! That feels so fucking good," Chris praised me. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my mouth further onto his cock until I choked. I felt like his little, Asian slave girl. Surprisingly, it was a turn on.
"Here, let me get the door for you," he cut the engine and I waited for him to walk around and open my door. He was a gentleman, also opening his front door for me. He led me to the living room and offered me a drink. We sat there, sipping our drinks until he moved closer to me and looked deep into my eyes.
"Your name is Linda, right?"
