[M]y [F]irst Asian | 2016

This story starts with my divorce. And it’s a fairly long one. I got married early (right out of college) to whom I thought was the love of my life. I was blindsided by her cheating on me and ultimately deciding to leave for this other guy, while I tried to reconcile. It broke me. It turned me into a Cadbury Egg; seemingly hard exterior, but easily crack-able only to reveal a gooey mess. A gooey delicious mess.

Being a soccer player and an engineer, I normally had an ego the size of Texas. However, going through a divorce that I didn’t want, it stripped me of my self confidence and shrunk my ego to testicle size. After about a year and at the urging of my friends, I decided to get back into the dating scene and see what had changed in the last 7 years. Apparently everything. Now, I’ve never said I had any game. I don’t. My game is similar to Michael Jordan when he switched to baseball; on the surface it seems to mesh, but when you get down to the actuality of it, it’s abysmal. I did OK with the attraction part, being athletic, tall and fairly “cute” as I’m told, but I had to rely on my humor to get any girl interested. To be concise, up until the divorce, I actually thought I had game and charm. A lot of it. I was actually fairly arrogant. Now, with my self-confidence hanging by a thread, any conversation with a girl usually ended with me awkwardly laughing at one of my own jokes while she stares at her shoes, trying to quickly finish her drink.

Over the next 8 months or so, I got better at conversing and flirting. My confidence was coming back gradually. I had an unsuccessful one night stand. Unsuccessful in this case means that I felt so guilty after the one night stand (something I never do) that I dated her for 3 months. Not recommended. I joined an adult sports league, expanded my circle of friends, started focusing on work and myself a bit more and re-furnished my house of which I was now the sole owner. I went on dates here and there, but nothing ever materialized out of them for one reason or another. I was being too picky.

Then indoor soccer started, and Becca (name changed) entered the picture. Becca was athletic, about 5’4”, half asian with a tight body and an astronomical ass. Becca ended up being on my team after a mix-up, and so started the flirting. She was bubbly, smart and her sense of humor absolutely meshed with mine. There was only one issue: she was interested in Eric, another teammate and friend of mine. For the next 8 weeks, we’d all go out and have fun and drink. Becca ended up dating Eric for a stint, so I backed off. Here’s where it got interesting.

She didn’t like that I backed off, asking why I wasn’t flirting with her as much. Any time we were alone, she would put her hand on my thigh or the back of my neck. I was uncomfortable because of her dating my friend, and I didn’t want to be a douche-canoe. I told her this and she seemed disappointed, but ultimately accepted my answer.

Fast forward to New Year’s Eve, where we all attended Becca’s sister’s party. Becca and Eric were still dating but things didn’t seem to be going that well. Everyone got drunk and flirted and had a great time. As the night wound down, Becca and Eric got into a fight in the basement, with everyone listening. I’m upstairs on the couch, pondering another drink, when Becca comes up and sits next to me. I ask if she’s OK, to which she responds that she’ll “be fine.” She cuddles up next to me, trying to hold back her emotions. Her hand is on my thigh again and I’m trying to hold back the steel panther trying to rattle its cage. Panther is a bad analogy as I have an average sized penis. Maybe steel fox is better. She nuzzles her face into my neck and starts kissing it. An involuntary sigh escapes my lips, but I’m still uncomfortable. As her hand starts moving towards the bulge in my pants, I stop her, saying that we can’t do this. That Eric is right downstairs and I don’t want to hurt our friendship. Hooray for me being Puss of the Year!

“Don’t worry about it”, she breathes in my ear as she fights to get to my crotch. “We’ve both wanted this.” My resistance is breaking down quickly. I try to get up and she just pushes me back down. In one fell swoop, she straddles me and shoves her tongue into my mouth. I try so hard to make my brain work, but she is so passionate and so fucking hot. The walls come down. I’m aggressively kissing her back as she’s trying to remove my shirt. I move down to her neck as she audibly moans and whispers in my ear, “Yesss!”

We’re snapped back reality by her sister running down the stairs, calling out for her to come upstairs, because their other sister is sick. Becca says, “Fuck!”, quickly adjust her clothes and runs upstairs, but not before giving me the most sexy, devilish smile I’ve ever seen. I almost came in my pants right then. Eric finally comes upstairs fuming and I sit and talk with him a little about the situation, all while trying to get my animal to calm down. Eric seems apologetic to her, but he ultimately wants to break up. Now, Eric is the type of guy that doesn’t like his friends to go after his exes. I know that seems stupid, but it’s his choice, and as a friend, I chose to honor it. And I meant it. But I could never have predicted the seduction capabilities of Becca.

Eric and Becca break up the next day.

Over the next two weeks, Becca is texting me and trying to sext me. She sent me a few nudes and messages saying that we need to pick up where we left off. I’m cordial, but trying to honor Eric’s request about exes. I think about baseball a lot.

After soccer one night, we go out to the bar. It’s here that Becca decides to make her move. She starts insulting my game, saying that I have none. My ego has come back a little, so I’m up for any challenge. She calls my bluff and picks out one of the waitresses, challenging me to get her number in less than 10 minutes. Baited by her insult, I go up to the waitress, with a bit of swagger.

I strike out. Hard.

Becca is laughing uncontrollably at the table with me licking my wounds. Frustrated I shoot back “Well, if it’s so easy, you go do it.” “Alright, but if I do, what will you give me?” I think about it and just say, “Whatever you want, if it’s the same waitress.” Becca bites her lip (God, that’s sexy) and walks up to the waitress, with her hand on the small of her back. There’s some giggling, the waitress’s face gets flushed and then more laughing. Within 5 minutes, the waitress whips out a pen and writes her number on Becca’s hand. I’m in shock. Becca comes back with a smug smile and holds up her hand. I ask what she wants for her winnings. She slides over to my side of the table, puts her hand straight on my cock and whispers “You know what I want.”

I try to resist again out of respect for Eric. I’m starting to hate Eric. But bros before hoes, right? Yeah, well Becca didn’t believe in that. She kisses me and says “I really am tired of waiting. I already paid for our drinks. I’m leaving and you’re leaving with me.” I was shocked by her aggressiveness. My feeble resistance was starting, again, to wane. I walk her out to her car, where she turns and attacks me again with enough ferocity of a caged beast. She pulls me in close so she can feel my hardening cock up against her. She starts grinding her body against mine, while exploring my mouth with her tongue.

Becca breaks the kiss, pulls me against her, with her back to her own car, jumps up and wraps her legs around me, so now I’m basically holding her to me by her ass. She looks me straight in the eye with that sexy smile and simply says “Fuck me.”

Goodbye walls. Goodbye sanity. Goodbye rational thinking. Sorry Eric.

With my resistance gone, the animal in me awakens. I hadn’t been pursued like this for years and this was just pure animalistic passion. I slam Becca back into her own car, attacking her neck with my lips. I grab her perfect ass as she squeals with excitement. She knows that she’s won. Our hands are all over each other, pulling, grabbing, caressing and exploring. She puts her feet back on the ground and starts unbuttoning my pants. In the back of my mind, I vaguely realize that we’re still in the bar parking lot, but by this point, there is no one else around with it being so late.

Becca is actually growling with excitement and anticipation. She gets my pants unbuttoned, kneels down and drops them to my ankles, taking my boxers with them. My rock hard cock springs forth, ecstatic to be released. Becca looks up at me and wastes no time in taking me into her mouth. The warm sensation of her mouth coupled with the cool air puts me in a euphoric state. Now I’ve had my fair share of blowjobs, but this girl seemed like she was determined to be the absolute best. And she was. She was able to swirl her tongue around my head as her head bobbed up and down. Her one hand was working my shaft in time with her head, as her other hand played with my balls. Becca never broke eye contact with me, making sure I saw just how much she was loving this.

She then takes one of her hands, slides it down into her panties and starts fingering her snatch. This brings even more moans from her, bringing me closer to the edge. Becca stops just long enough to say “God, I’m so fucking wet for you!”

She takes her hand out of her soaking wet panties, reaches up and rubs her fingers on my lips. I quickly take them in my mouth and start sucking her pussy juices off of her. God, she tastes fantastic. This puts me over the edge as I yell that I’m cumming.

Becca clamps her lips down on my cock and milks me with her hand. I start shooting rope after creamy rope of hot cum into her mouth. It was the most cum I’ve released in a long time, and she wasn’t able to keep it all in. She took my still spurting cock out, with her mouth open and kept jacking it onto her face. When my orgasm subsided, she looked at me.

And swallowed.

Now, I wasn’t extremely experienced, what with getting married early, but this was by far the dirtiest blowjob I had ever received. Becca then began licking and sucking the rest of the cum off of my shaft. She would swipe globs of cum from her cheek and put it in her mouth, all while looking at me and moaning. If I could have cum again right then and there, I probably would have. Here is this smoking hot half asian slut on her knees after just swallowing my hot load. I smiled down at her, “That was amazing and well worth the wait!” “I hope you don’t think that I’m done with you! You know I can be selfish, and I need that cock some more. I hope you didn’t plan on going to work tomorrow”

I guess not.

Part 2 coming soon.