Valentine's Day Virgins
Popping Hot Little Korean Cherries on Valentine's Day
© 2020 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a totally immoral right to be identified as the author of this sordid tale. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
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If you see this story on any website other than Literotica, it's been ripped off without the author's permission, and when I track down the perp, I'll place their balls in a vice and wind the handle until something goes squish. Yeah, I will. Big toothy smile, 'n an extremely evil (but totally cute) glare. (Please read my "A Troll is Haunting Tex's" -- on Literotica of course - for further details on the fate awaiting such scum).
And of course, that Obligatory Note from Chloe.
"Valentine's Day Virgin" was written for the
Literotica 2020 Valentine's Day contest
. And I have to say this, too.
It's the first time I've written a story where the protagonist's Point of View is as a guy, so take that "I" with a grain of salt, guys.
and tell me how I did (in the comments). It was fun to write though, and, as always, I do hope you enjoy.
I'm not quite sure where this story emerged from. There wasn't any conscious source for this one, and eeeek, not sure what that says about my subconscious, except maybe that I got a dirty mind, but we're on Literotica and we all know that, LOL. I started writing, and it sorta took shape as I wrote. Also, I submitted it under Non-Con/Reluctance, but there's a lot of First Time, and of course Inter-racial coz it's me, as well as Loving Wives, so you're now warned. Don't be complaining that the little Korean bitches get slapped around, fucked hard by big white cocks, and hung out to dry... coz that's what hot little Korean bitches are for, right?
And finally, lest it need to be said, while some of the girls in this story are fuckin' High School bitches, they're all in their senior year, and all characters in this story are eighteen or over... and oh yeah, 69,500 words, so about 20 Literotica pages. Not short, but hey, plenty of fuckin' sex, so get reading, 'n don't be fuckin' complaining about the length or the content, okay. Coz you have been warned ....
Chloe
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"Penny Kim here, your local real estate broker. I'm not available right now, but please leave a message, and I'll call you right back." My wife's voice, soft and sultry, and fuck, I love the way her voice sounds on the phone.
Every time I hear her voice, I get a raging fuckin' hard on, and I just wanna call her up, tell her she
is
fuckin' available, 'n throw the hot little bitch on her back on our bed, or down on the floor, or bend her forward over whatever's handy, and fuckin' pound the bitch until I shoot my load in her hot little Korean cunt. Yeah, married for nine years now, met her a bit before that, two kids, and she still does that to me.
Love the bitch, I really do.
"Hey, honey," I growl into my mobile, and the roses are sitting beside me on the front seat, along with the Valentine's Day card. Penny likes flowers. Get them for her all the time, but it's always red roses on Valentine's Day. Bunch? I got about two hundred of the fuckin' things on the front seat next to me, 'n the truck smells like a rose garden. Bought the fucking florists outta red roses, 'n I'd have bought fuckin' more if they'd had them.
"I feel like a fast hard fuck, so I dived outa work," I growl. "See you in ten minutes."
Easy to do, coz I run my own business. Plumbing, and yeah, with a few guys working for me, its good fuckin' money, let me tell 'ya. I'm the fuckin' boss to, so I can dive outa work anytime I want to fuck my wife. If I can't dive out, yeah, well, I call her up, tell her to shake her ass and come in to the workshop, and when she does, I close the door, bend her over the desk in my office out the back, flip her skirt up, rip her panties off if she hasn't already got rid of 'em, give her a quickie, slap her tight little Korean ass and send her off back to whatever the fuck it was she was doing, which is usually hustling real estate.
"...So why don't you get your hot little ass into that school uniform you bought for the Valentine's Day party tonight, honey, and get your panties off, and get yourself ready for a good hard fuck, coz I can't wait for the party, and I want your ass right now."
I hang up, smiling.
Bitch'll be ready for me.
And fuck no, I can't fuckin' wait.
Penny's real hot, and she showed me that school uniform after it was delivered last week. Modeled it for me, the teasing little bitch. School blazer, tight white top. Micro-short pleated skirt, white knee socks. Perfect for the Valentine's Day party we're going to. Gonna be a Schoolgirls and Pimps party, and every time I think about boning Penny in that sexy little school uniform, I get a raging hard-on.
Kind of like when Penny was back at High School and we first met, and the bitch made anything she wore look hot. I'd leave work early, pick her up outside her High School, bone her real good in the backseat of my old F250 crew cab, pump her full of cum, and drop her off home, at her parents.
Kinda liked that, coz man, soon as I met her, I knew I had it bad for the bitch, coz fuck, she was still in High School, eighteen, yeah, that's what she told me she was, and I knew I wanted to marry her, 'n I'd already told her that a few weeks after we hooked up, 'n she'd looked at me, 'n sorta glowed and sparkled and smiled and she'd said "yes" right then and there. I'd kinda laughed 'n glowed myself, 'n said "Fuck, Penny, I didn't actually ask you yet. Just asked if that'd be something you'd, you know, consider."
Coz Penny was a real smart little bitch, 'n there was always this, you know, kinda fuckin' scary feeling that she'd graduate from High, leave town 'n go off to College or University, 'n I didn't know how this was all gonna work out back then, but I did know I'd do anything to keep her. Fuck, I'd crawl across broken glass for the little bitch, that's how much I loved her. She knew it too, but she never fuckin' played me, 'n I just fuckin' love her even more for that, coz she could have.
And yeah, I'd checked her Mom out real early, soon as I knew I was real fuckin' serious about Penny 'n I'd actually met her Mom. Bitch almost always turns out like her Mom, 'n Penny's Mom was late thirties when I met Penny, 'n slim, and she looked pretty fuckin' hot, so I didn't worry about Penny turning into a fat old cow, like you see so many fuckin' women do after a couple of kids, 'n they let themselves go a bit after they married 'n got their guy.
Sexist? Fuck yeah, but who gives a fuck. Not gonna marry some bitch who doesn't respect herself enough to stay in shape, 'n hey, genetics makes that easier. Looked at Penny's Mom, 'n I knew what I was gonna be getting twenty years down the road. Me? I work hard all day, but I still do that Army thing, 'n go for a fuckin' run most mornings, ten miles, 'n I work out at the gym two three times a week, coz I don't wanna turn into one of those fat old fuckers with a beergut.
So yeah, I'd sorta enquired, 'n Penny, she'd said yes, 'n then she'd giggled, 'n got down on one knee in front of me, 'n taken one of my hands in hers, 'n smiled up at me.
"Tom Timmins," she's said, 'n her eyes, they'd been sparkling. "As soon as I graduate from High School, will you marry me?"
I kinda looked down at her, 'n fuck, I've never been fuckin' speechless before, but I was, 'n she just smiled up at me 'n waited.
"Fuck yeah," I said, picking her up, 'n just fuckin' hugging the fuck out of her, 'n burying my face in her hair. "Jesus, yes, Penny. I will, 'n fuck girl, I love you so much."
"I know," she said, 'n she was hugging me too, 'n nibbling at my neck, 'n kissing where she was nibbling. "And I love you, and I want to be with you forever, Tom. I knew that the moment I saw you standing in front of me at that party."
'N then she got back down on her knees and blew me, and that was the fuckin' icing on the cake, so to speak. Went out with her that weekend and bought the bitch a diamond engagement ring, but she kept that tucked away. Wasn't gonna tell her Mom 'n Dad till after she finished High School. Penny knew, 'n I knew, 'n that was good enough for us.
So yeah, Penny and I, we had that nailed real early, 'n I think her Mom and Dad kinda had it figured real early too, 'n they didn't fuckin' like it one bit. They probably knew what was going on from day one. Woulda been hard to miss, I guess, but they didn't say a word, coz yeah, it was a bit of a rough neighborhood, 'n Penny was born here, but her parents were immigrants.
From fucking South Korea or something, which I guess they were, coz they were, you know, Koreans, and it's not like we get many North Koreans is it? That fat little bowl-headed fucker keeps 'em locked up, which is a real fuckin' shame, coz some of them North Korean bitches look fuckin' hot. Fuckin' waste, I'm telling 'ya, 'n I got a coupla buddies who wouldn't say no, but they ended up marrying a coupla Filipina sisters instead, 'n they're real fuckin' happy.
Whatever, I was telling 'ya 'bout Penny.
Her Dad ran a convenience store back when I met her. Still did, but he had a coupla dozen and two liquor stores he ran now. Penny owned 'em all. Her Dad ran 'em. He used to have a bit of trouble with shoplifters, back with that first store, and, you know, fuckin' "youth" making trouble. Penny told me about it after I'd finished boning her in the back seat, couple of weeks after we first met, and yeah, I'd boned her every afternoon after high school got out since the night we met.
She was starting to get used to it. Wasn't sore afterwards anymore.