Day 10 -- A petite Asian spinner joins Daddy's class
The next day I took a rare day of working at home. Usually, I'm not one of those guys who does a lot of remote work, but on this day I had to visit a client near my house, and after doing that it seemed sensible to do the write-up from home rather than drive all the way across town for the rest of the work day.
I was surprised, in the late morning, to hear the doorbell ringing. When I answered it, I saw a sweet little Asian girl with long black hair standing on my doorstep.
"Hello, sir," she said. "I'm not sure if I have the right house. Does Eve live here?"
At that point I heard an excited squeal from behind me, one of those vocal sounds that only teenage girls seem capable of producing. "Anna!" cried Eve. "You came!"
"Of course I came! We're besties, aren't we? As soon as I heard you were in town,..."
I stepped aside to let Eve greet her friend. Within seconds, Eve had her arm around the girl and the two of them went to the living room to sit.
"Where have you been?" asked Anna. "You disappeared after graduation and no one heard from you. You didn't answer my calls. I couldn't find you on social media. It was like you dropped off the face of the earth!"
"I'm sorry," said Eve. "I should have stayed in touch. After my Dad died..."
"I heard about that. I'm so sorry."
"Well, after all that happened, I came here to live with my mom and stepdad, Danny." She nodded in my direction. "It's been kind of a tough time, and..." Her voice broke off, leaving a lot unsaid.
"I understand. But you should have stayed in touch. I was worried about you. By the way, you know there are three of us from school living in the area now."
I left the two of them alone so they could catch up. I went back to my study and closed the door so they could have some privacy and I could get back to work. Those TPS reports don't write themselves, you know.
A couple of hours later I was hungry. I figured I'd have a sandwich and thought it would be nice to fix something for Eve and her friend at the same time. I looked in the living room for them, but they'd left. I heard voices down the hall and walked toward her room to offer them some lunch.
When I approached Eve's closed door, I could hear a familiar voice coming from the other side. It sounded exactly like the female narrator of those insane sex videos that Eve and I had watched.
I stopped before knocking and instead put my ear to the door. From the other side, I heard that sexy, seductive voice. She said, "You can deepen your friendship in so many ways! You can go so deep! Deeper! Deeper!"
Holy shit! I thought to myself. What are they doing?
"It's so important to bring together family and friends!" said the voice. "Bring in your stepfather!"
My heart started beating faster. I knocked on the door, then after waiting only a moment I went in.
When the door opened, I saw Eve and her little Asian friend both sitting crosslegged on the floor with a laptop open between them. Both of them were partially undressed, with the top buttons of their blouses unbuttoned. Anna jerked in surprise and quickly reached over to close the laptop.
Eve, on the other hand, didn't look embarrassed at all. She gave me a knowing smile. She suppressed a giggle, causing her immense hooters to jiggle under the nearly open blouse. She saw my stare, looked down at her own chest to see what I was gawking at, and looked back at me with an excited, happy expression, like she enjoyed being caught doing something taboo.
A few minutes later, both girls were in the kitchen and I was fixing them ham sandwiches.
Anna turned out to be a friendly, talkative girl -- VERY talkative. Within only a few minutes -- the time it took for me to get the sandwich ingredients out of the fridge and spread the mustard and fixings on the bread -- I felt like I'd heard a big hunk of her life story. In those few minutes she managed to explain to me all about how her family had emigrated to the United States from Korea shortly before she was born, and how she spent every summer on some dinky little fishing island I'd never heard of off the coast of Korea. The main village on the island was so small that she knew all the kids her age. Because, she said, she had US citizenship, around the time she hit puberty all the other kids on the island started calling her "Miss America". Her parents, she told me, still had hopes that she'd find some nice boy to marry from their old home town on the flyspeck little island.
I looked her over while she spoke. She was a beautiful girl, with small facial features, lovely dark eyes that contrasted with her flawless pale skin and long, straight jet black hair that came down several inches below her shoulders. Her body was extremely petite -- she was barely five feet tall and more than a foot shorter than me -- and her lithe Asian body lacked the mouth-watering curves that Eva had. Still, she had a different kind of beauty than Eve did, a more delicate type that was beautiful in its own right. Her almost girlish, slight build gave me the urge to pick her up and play with her body like my own personal toy.
"And is that what you want -- to marry a Korean boy from your parents' home town?" I asked as I laid down three plates of sandwiches and joined them at the table.
"Oh God, no, sir!" she said. Her repeated habit of calling me "sir" even when she was talking informally, struck me as odd, almost quaint, but I chalked it up to the fact that, despite growing up in America, she obviously came from a conservative family. "My parents always talk about fixing me up with some Korean guy, but I'm not interested. And when I finally got to college they insisted that I join an Asian sorority -- but all those girls ever do is date guys from the Asian frat house a few doors down!"
"That doesn't appeal to you?" I asked.
"No!" Then her voice softened as she continued, "I... uh..."
"Go ahead," said Eve. "Tell him what you told me."
"Well, I..."
"You wanted a white guy. Isn't that what you told me?"
"My older sister told me she likes dating white guys," she said sheepishly. "She said they're... uh... better than Asian guys."
"Better how?" I asked.
"She said they treat her really nice. They don't take her for granted. Plus, she said they're..." her voice trailed off to a whisper as I heard her say, almost inaudibly, "bigger." She looked intensely embarrassed as she looked back into my eyes.
"'Bigger'?" I asked.
"Um... yeah," she said sheepishly. "I like the idea of dating a guy who's a lot taller than me. Stronger than me. And also... um... you know... BIGGER than Asian guys. Down there." She bit her lower lip and looked down at her plate.
I looked her over again, wondering how tight her pussy might be. For just a moment, I imagined picking up that little Korean pixie and holding her tiny body by her ass and pounding her standing up.
"How tall are you, sir?" Anna asked.
"I'm six foot two," I said.
"I'm only four-eleven," she said in a small voice. She looked up at me coyly. "You're over a foot taller than me." Then she held out one of her hands, palm outward toward me. "Show me your hands," she said.
I held out my hand and pressed it against her, palm to palm. My own hand dwarfed hers.
She smiled and shivered, clearly turned on by the fact that I was so much larger than her. She licked her lips and began breathing heavily. Her eyes became brighter, more excited. "You're so much bigger!" she breathed.
Then Eve spoke. "And you wanted someone other than a college guy, you said. Because all the college guys just wanted to be able to say they'd banged an Asian chick?"
Anna looked embarrassed as hell but she said, "They're so gross! One guy told me he had 'Yellow Fever' -- as if that's supposed to be some kind of turn on for me! Another guy joked that he wondered whether my pussy was slanted just like my eyes!"
"So no luck on the dating front?" I commiserated. "Give it time. You'll meet a nice guy."
Anna looked up at me, her face a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "I'm still a virgin! I thought that when I finally got out of that weird all-girls boarding school in Utah, my love life would amount to something! All the other girls in my dorm at the university are more experienced than me. I don't know anything, and I'm being left behind!"
My mind fixated on the fact that she was a virgin and wanted to get rid of her virginity. But I tried to ignore the thought of fucking her virgin pussy. "Don't be silly," I said soothingly. I put my hand atop hers and casually stroked the back of her delicate little hand. "You're a beautiful girl. These things have a way of working themselves out."
"You really think I'm beautiful, sir?" she asked, seeking reassurance.
I reached over and stroked her cheek. "You're extremely beautiful. Why, if I weren't already a married man,..."
Eve looked at me and gave a lop sided smile. Considering the fact that we'd been fucking each other's brains out all week, I'm surprised she didn't laugh out loud.
"Daddy," she said with what seemed like a faux hesitancy, "I thought maybe we could help her out." She paused for several seconds, then blurted out, "After Anna and I spoke this morning, I borrowed your credit card and I went on that website -- the one with the 'instructional videos'." She looked up at me coyly and went on, "I thought Anna might watch them with us."
After having heard the video narrator's sultry voice through Eve's door, what she said didn't come as a complete surprise, but it was still pretty disconcerting. Those videos were sexy as hell, but they were extremely weird. I felt like I was skirting a precipice just by watching them.
