My Nerdy (vietnamese) Intern

The nerdy Vietnamese intern

This story is about my daughter's old nerdy friend who applied for a year of internship after her college degree.

All characters are over eighteen and exist only in my head; any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

NOTE 2: I am Swedish and I am doing my best. Please be nice to me and understand that it will NOT be grammatically correct, and some small misspellings are to be expected; instead, please look at the whole picture.

AND, PLEASE rate and comment; I want to know your thoughts.

Steve

Character.

Me, Steve, 45 years old

Amanda, my daughter's Vietnamese friend, 23 years old

Warning: This story includes race-play and rough rape scenes. If you don't like to read about this kind of stuff, move to the next story.

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I was taken back when I got the phone call from Amanda that asked me if she could do her internship at my firm. I think that was the first time Amanda actually spoke to me, even though she and my daughter Sarah had been friends for years. She always was the nerd type. I am sure you've seen tons of American movies about nerdy girls. That was her.

When she came to the office for an interview, I was utterly surprised.

Everything about her was nowadays adorable and innocent. Her thickly rimmed glasses. Her small petite height. Her dark complexion and plain black hair were drawn up in a ponytail. Her small pert breasts and her pert bum. She was Asian, that I knew, but not from which country, I had no idea.

She was wearing a typical office outfit of a white shirt, a knee-length grey skirt, and plain black ballet flat shoes. Not a touch of makeup. She seemed more girl than a young woman. I got the impression that it was at least a decade in maturity and experience between Sarah and Amanda.

I do remember one incident years ago, maybe the girls were eighteen or so.

On this night, we had a Halloween party at our house, Sarah and her friends had convinced poor Amanda to wear a skintight stretchy Spiderman costume. It was tight, it hugged her body like it was painted on.

She wasn't saying anything as usual and kept hiding away and I think she regretted wearing that outfit, but Sarah was a very popular girl and I think Amanda was scared to death to lose Sarah as her friend. I felt sorry for her, but a part of me was stunned at how cute she actually looked without her nerdy, and often second-hand clothing.

After an hour I walked out to the snowy back porch for a fag. And there Amanda stood like she was trying to get away for a moment because I didn't see any sights of cigarettes. Either it was chilly, or she was really excited (which I found hight unlikely), because I could clearly see her erect nipples,

poke out of the costume, much bigger than I'd expected.

Her breasts weren't big by any means, just firm little mounds - perfect for her body type. If she had dared to look at my crutch, she would've seen the bulge in my pants.

My inner perverted mind started taking mental pictures of her hard nipples and breasts and when Amanda looked away from me, I dared lower my eyes down her petite body down, I could see her tight little mound muscles under the stretchy fabric. The seam of the crotch was wedging its way into the perfect camel toe. I started fantasying about her pussy, and how the soft folds of her lips tugged on the fabric over them, and soon, my cock was rock hard.

Nothing else happened that night, or ever after that, but now I had hired her as an intern for the next year.

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It was a Saturday. Amanda was standing some distance away from the office, clutching some papers nervously in her dainty hands, asking a co-worker something or other, her voice barely audible and nervous at the same time.

The man she was talking to was Mike, and he was a predator. Amanda's reaction to him awakened a desire in me to hunt, to conquer, to claim my prey as a prize.

I washed down a couple of Advil with some bottled water from the fridge in my office and grabbed the phone.

"Amanda, print out twenty-five copies of the report, get 'em bound, and bring them in here for

2:45." I hung up before she could say a word.

At exactly 2:45 PM, she appeared at the door to my office, standing just outside the open doorway, unwilling to enter without permission. The last time she came in without asking, I yelled at her for two minutes about respect. Apparently, she'd learned her lesson. I let her stand there for a moment, pretending not to notice her, and then I finally looked up and stared at her for a second.

She was wearing something that looked like the same outfit she wore every day, some kind of plain, knee-length skirt, with an equally plain blouse and flat black loafers. Her jet-black hair was cut short. Today the skirt was black and the blouse was white. Whatever. I nodded and she came in quietly, trying not to make a sound.

She silently walked to the side of my big desk and lay a pile of bound folders down. I noticed her darker tiny arms, that were about to fall off from the weight, and she gasped as she finally set the reports down.

The minute I made her wait in the doorway must have been torture for her. I smiled and grabbed one off the top, flipping it open.

"Shit, Amanda. The font is supposed to be 14-point Verdana. You Chinese are supposed to be good at this shit."

"I... I'm Vietnamese," she said softly, with her head down.

"The fuck do I care where your boat came from? Did I ask you for a geography lesson? Next time, how about you worry less about your ancestry and more about following simple fucking directions."

"Sorry," she whispered, almost under her breath. I could see her face was flushed, her eyes almost looked like she was about to cry. I felt my cock hardening in my suit pants.

"S-sir?"

"Amanda. Sit." I indicated one of the armchairs in front of the desk, stepping to the side to let her past me as she obeyed.

Then I locked the office door. "Just making sure we are not disturbed... I want to have a word with you."

"H-have I done something wrong, sir?"

I settled myself in the chair opposite her, loosened my grey tie, took it off, and placed it on the desk next to me, as I spoke to her.

"Not as such, exactly. I am wondering what a young woman like you is doing in the office on the weekend. Work-life balance is important. Do you have a boyfriend?"

A faint pink sheen painted her cheeks. "I-I do."

"You do," I said flatly, undoing some of the buttons of my pristine white shirt.

"His name?"

Amanda chewed on her plump pink bottom lip. "Tom"

"Right. Why aren't you snuggled up with Tom instead of bothering me?"

Amanda protested. "But he doesn't live here, sir, he's still in Colorado, and I am trying to be helpful as I...."

I cut her off impatiently. "I am sure you are, but I asked you why you're here doing work instead of thinking of Tom, yes, it's that obvious."

Amanda met my eyes, genuinely shocked. Then she blushed and looked away, fidgeting, as I looked at her searchingly. She really should have said something. Denial. Assertion. Telling me it was none of my business.

"You have slept with him, haven't you?" I asked, not knowing where that came from, but I think it was because I got a flashback of her camel-toe pussy from all those years ago.

She closed her eyes tightly, a slight shake of her head giving her away.

"You haven't?!"

"Steve, I'm leaving, you lock up, ok?" I heard my business partner call out outside my office. I am sure he knew what I was doing.

"Sure, Andy, Monday, ok."

"Have a great weekend Steve."

Amanda's voice finally made a reappearance. "I haven't with any..." she abruptly stopped, blush intensifying further.

"Oh, I see," I said quietly. I stood up again and took off my black suit jacket. Rolled up my sleeves, revealing the black hair on my forearms on my golden skin, courtesy of my mixed Italian-Norwegian heritage. All the while I could feel Amanda watching me, probably nervously wondering where this was going.

I really should leave her alone, let her go, But the desire to hunt, to conquer her, her innocent, shy manner was as if she was waving a red flag. And I was the bull. Not one I could resist any longer. Time to play.

I leaned over her, my hands resting on either side of her armchair. Her breath sped up, pupils dilated. Fear? Arousal? Both?

"Maybe the right man hasn't come along yet, hmm?" I lowered my face to hers. She tried to avoid me, but I had effectively trapped her within the chair, with not much room for maneuvering.

"What are you doing?"

"You know exactly what I'm doing," I growled, gripping her hair to immobilize her head.

I looked down at her, used my other hand, and carelessly took her glasses off.

"What..." she said, but before she could finish the sentence, I tilted her head up, lowered my head, and claimed her lips. My hand tightened cruelly her hair, as she attempted to move away her head.

This wasn't a romantic kiss. It was a sexually dominant one. I licked and suckled and lightly bit her lips, before invading her with my tongue. Muffled protests became aroused moans; I loved the way she tried to resist me, and I knew that in the end, she will surrender.

I withdrew, maintaining my grip. She was flushed, lips swollen, eyes closed, and breathing fast.

Oh, there was blood in the water. And I was the shark. I was going to fucking devour her.

"Stand up." My tone was commanding and brooked no argument.

Amanda responded immediately.

My hands move up her body, finding the buttons of her blouse, gently twisting them open, casually, my lips pressing gently against the soft skin of her neck.

I could hear her sob a bit, she seemed to be just standing there, unsure, scared, and hesitant, but I also noticed that her breathing had quickened, and her body was noticeably warmer, a flush creeping up the light brown skin of her neck.

Three buttons were open by now, and my hands slid inside, feeling the hot skin on her flat stomach, I heard a soft gasp as my bare skin touched hers.

My fingers moved slowly up her tiny body, to find the thin fabric of her bra, I heard another soft moan as my fingers made their first contact with her covered nipple.

I turned my hand, found her small breasts, and squeezed them gently, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. The same nipples that gave me a hard-on all those years ago. A faint moan escaped her lips, and her knees seemed to buckle just a bit, as her delicious bottom sank back into my desk.

"Good girl," I said as I resumed kissing her, then I trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, and that's where I bit her gently. She moaned and melted into me. I had her by the neck. Her body understood, even if she didn't. I lifted her and placed her on my desk.

As I moved in, I nudged her legs apart and resumed kissing her, bringing her body flush with mine, pressing her breasts against my hard chest, pressing my hard cock against her cunt through our clothing.

Amanda was moaning and trembling. I pulled back a little and she let out a little automatic protesting mewl. I slid my hand under her skirt to feel her through her panties.

"You're soaked already, you little slut."

Amanda's eyes snapped open, looking at me dazed, a little pained "Oh!' torn from her lips.

I withdrew my hand, then encircled her waist, and glided both hands down her hips.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

Amanda moaned and tried to squeeze her legs back together. I kept them open with my hips, as my hands gripped her thighs.

"Don't you?" My grip tightened, hard enough to bruise.

"No, no, no... Tom..." Amanda's tone was breathless, lacking conviction.

"I don't think you get this wet for Tom, Amanda."

Amanda closed her eyes, ashamed blush painting her cheeks. "P-please let me go."

"That's not gonna. I'm going to fuck you. Accept it."

Amanda weakly tried to push me off her.

I responded by pushing her down cruelly onto the desk and glared down at her.

"Are you going to behave and be good for me, Amanda? You'll enjoy this. I promise."

Amanda moaned. "Please... please."

"I'm going to take that as please fuck me, Steve."

"No, no, no..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." I said as I reached in under her black skirt, while she wriggled and attempted to struggle. That earned her a few brisk slaps to her thighs which resulted in pained moans.

I reached inside her soaked panties and slid my finger through her soaked slit.

"You want me so much Amanda. You may as well just submit. Surrender. Enjoy yourself."

Amanda moaned, and her moans were delightful. They seemed torn from her, sounds that were coming out despite herself.

I stuck a finger into her drenched pussy, and soon added another finger, I found her G-spot, and circled my thumb around her entrance to take some of her wetness and used it to play with her clit.

I watched her carefully, learning her, taking pleasure from her. She had stopped struggling and was even arching into my fingers, wanting more.

I let go of my grip on her wrist and kneaded one of her breasts, pinched a nipple. She responded to this with pleasured gasps and began to tremble. "Such a little slut. You gonna cum for me now, slut."

She arched, muscles tightening, trembling, holding her breath, and then she let out adorable undignified sounds as she came all over my hand.

"That's it. You look beautiful like this." I withdrew my hand from her and tasted her on my fingers.

I liked her taste.

She opened her eyes dazedly, not seeming quite aware of where she was.

I pushed my fingers at her mouth. She tried to pull away.

"Lick these. Taste yourself," I said impatiently.

Amanda felt compelled to obey me; it was almost visceral her reaction to me in general.

She licked hesitantly, and then without further instructions, she sucked and licked all of her juices off my fingers.

"Look at you sucking away. I wonder how you'd do with my cock in your mouth. Let's find out shall we." I stepped away and unzipped my trousers, freeing my cock.

Amanda watched with wide eyes as I removed my half-hard dick from my underwear and at the sight of my large cock, she began scrabbling back away from it while shaking her head in denial as she realized what was actually happening, but I just stood there, halting her retreat and making her gasp in pain as I grabbed her tiny upper arm hard. Tears were starting to mound top in her eyes, and soon the first tear dribbled down her cheeks,

Amanda once again tried to herself away.

"I don't think so... Kneel." I slapped her face, which seemed to galvanize her.

"Please, please no. Don't do this, please!" Amanda sobbed and flinched away when I grabbed her head. I grasped her hair again and pushed her onto her knees causing a squeal to be ripped from her throat, and she desperately tried to push her hands against me, and moved her head away from the rock-hard cock bobbing in front of her wide eyes.

"Shut it! You're gonna suck my cock like a good little slut and if you even think of biting me, I'll knock out every single one of your pretty little teeth, and then I'll still throat fuck the shit out of you. Got it?" I growled in her face and she nodded rapidly, barely able to think from complete fear.

"Please don't, please..."

Slap!

Amanda blinked in pain and shock, registering that I had slapped her across the face again... hard.

The sound of the slap was nothing compared to the ear-ringing wallop I'd just delivered.

"If you dare to disobey me again, or be disrespectful, I will make you suffer, do you understand?" I hissed strictly and she swallowed in fear before nodding.

"Good girl, now suck my cock like a good little slut," I commanded before I took my thick length in my hand and slapped her cheek with it impatiently.

She sobbed and sniffled, probably terrified of this bad man and his huge cock. A man she thought she knew and respected. But she was legal now, just like so many of my daughter's young slutty friends. Amanda was just one of many.

I was too impatient and after I growled in frustration I slapped her once more and her mouth opened in shock from the sting my big hand created.

I could see her eyes bulge as she took my cock into her small mouth. Her nostrils flared, and I smiled down at her as I pushed forward, feeling her tongue fighting around my cock. Instinctively she tried to force it out, but.. fuck no... I pushed further into her mouth in response.

I was pretty big and she was obviously a virgin cock-sucker, insecure and unsure what to do.

She attempted to take more, and before she knew it, my cock was hitting the back of her throat making her gag.

I chuckled cruelly, next was going down into her throat.

I pulled back a little, and then forward again. I felt my sensitive tip press against her throat as she gagged hard again. Her throat convulsed violently, her stomach heaved, and I thought for a moment that she was going to throw up around my cock, but she recovered as I pulled back a bit, letting her start breathing steadily through her nose.

I looked down at her, and watched my big white cock jutting from her thin brown lips like some alien growth. I smile down at her;

"Nice job Amanda. You're doing great. I know you've probably never had a man's cock in your mouth, but you're doing fine. You'll get used to it quickly. It looks so natural, so beautiful, it suits you so well."

Tears were welling in her eyes as she struggled to breathe, and once she'd realized that she was not going to suffocate, I pushed back down into her throat, feeling her open for me, taking me even deeper.

She seemed to be trying to say something, but with my cock jammed into her throat it was difficult, and all she could manage was some silly croaking sound, and she choked for a moment trying.

I responded by pushing forward even further, gagging her again, forcing her to open her throat wider, her body arched forward as she tried to open her airway around me, teaching her, guiding her, and showing her the way to please a white man.

"No more of this small Asian boyfriend for you, Amanda. Tom was it? He's just a waste of your time and your abilities. From now on, you'll be with no one but me." She seemed to be trying to say something in response, but all that she managed was more guttural moaning.

I saw spit dribbling from her mouth to her chin and chest from her choking as I throat-fucked her, barely giving her a chance to breathe.

I gripped her hair with both hands to steer her head painfully and hold her still while I roughly snapped my hips forward and forced her to choke on my fat cock. I could feel my huge balls slap her chin and neck wetly and her tears were mixing with her saliva and my pre-cum

"Look at me," I demanded gruffly, she looked up to see my blown pupils staring down at her intently as I slammed my cock into her convulsing throat.

I removed my thick length suddenly, and she gasped and choked before I slapped her again and she looked up at me, she looked like a scared deer, facing bright headlights.

"I said to suck my cock, not just sit there and take it. Breathe through your nose," I instructed before I once again stuffed my cock back in her little mouth.

"Good little cock slut, that's it. Fuck, you suck my cock real good," I groaned before removing my dick from her aching mouth once more.

"Suck my balls," I gasped and with a massive fist grabbed her hair, shoved her face beneath my throbbing cock and she took them into her mouth as much as she could. She tongued my hairy ball sac and tasted my pre-cum leaking from my engorged tip sliding down to my balls.

"Sir... Please..."

"Shhh, Amanda, quiet. The less talking you do from now on the better. Seen but not heard."

I said and once again began slowly fucking her mouth, drawing my glistening cock in and out of her young, virgin mouth and throat, feeling her clenching around me and releasing, her soft tongue dragging over my head and my shaft, hearing her gasp for air each time I withdraw enough to let her breathe through her open mouth. I found a steady rhythm, my hands on the back of her head, holding her in place as I fucked her mouth in my office, overlooking the New York skyline.