I have traveled quite a bit
I have traveled quite a bit, doing consulting. I had a valuable specialty about dealing with a certain kind of engineering mistake, and fixing that one expensive problem. I did only this for about 10 years and it took me all over.
I have described in some detail about the evolution between my wife and me. I have had a few other episodes you might find interesting.
I tried to start a software company taking advantage of the lower cost, and well educated labor in Ukraine and Russia. I was traveling back and forth. A man gets bored, and his mind wanders.
If I was in Moscow every month for a week or two, I would visit this massage place. I would get a menu item they called the Double Relaxation. I would go into the Waiting area and pick a girl. ( Yes, just like in the movies, there really are such places. If you want to see, “Holy Shit I had No Idea”, go to Seoul or Amsterdam. For Very Kinky, Berlin or Tokyo. Yes, I am a Man Of The World. )
I picked a girl. This was not a full service kind of Whore House like in some Wild West Movie, but a massage place so she was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. The girl was no beauty queen, but she was ok and had a firm, lean little body. Mid twenties I would guess.
I took a quick shower, went into the room. She was just finishing putting clean sheets on the bed. It was darkish, incense burning, low music. Very relaxing. She could have changed the sheets before I arrived, but they probably wanted customers to know the sheets were clean, so the show. Your visit all planed out, like going to Benihana.
I lay down, naked, she took off her shirt and pants too leaving us both naked. Russian Girls would almost always grow their hair very long, because it is beautiful, in a culture that still values femineity, and it costs nothing. She looked pretty good, and the shadowy darkness and her long hair helped. She took my hands and held them over my head and said, “Rookie Veer!”. That means ‘Hands Up’ . She leaned over me, pinning my hands down to the mattress to give the message, “I’ll touch you, but you don’t touch me.” Kneeling on my right.
She had small breasts, almost nothing at all. I don’t mind that. Sometimes they seem so girlish like that. Something was very nice about her nipples peeking out thru all that light brown hair, that fell to her waist when standing, and fell over me as she moved up my body. She had small well defined nipples and flawless skin, and she started rubbing my face with her nipples. I got hard.
A girl who gives 10 hand jobs a day learns how to milk a cock. As soon as I was erect, she doused me with baby oil and went to work. No teasing, no delay, no foreplay. She would pump a dozen times, then stop and hold my balls in one hand while the other just worked the head in a rapid squeezing, polishing motion – the top of my dick head in the smooth, oily palm of her hand. And she spoke to me, low and intimate, “eta takoi bolshoi… ohn kracivi… ochen kracivi” ‘Your dick is so big. He is beautiful. He is so very beautiful’. Pumping, polishing, caressing the balls.
That’s incredibly good, and after a few minutes of that I started to feel the build up to orgasm. Just as I was on the edge, just about to feel the physical commitment, she played her Ace. Of course she knew how close I was, she did this all the time. And just as I was on the edge, she threw a leg over my chest and presented her pussy and asshole to my mouth, just a few inches away. I didn’t touch her, of course because of the circumstances. But the sight and scent of that shaved pussy and lewd, tight little fig… I exploded.
She didn’t immediately stop, but slowed down and became very gentle. Just barely caressing my hyper sensitive dick. She really knew what she was doing, and I was free to be completely selfish.
After a few more minutes of that, she got up and grabbed a towel and cleaned me off. Then the massage portion of the massage. She made a rolling motion with one hand and I turned over.
For the next 30 minutes or so, she oiled and massaged me. She had strong hands and did a great job on my neck and shoulders and back and legs. It is wonderful to get a hot oil massage from a girl who really knows how. When I turned back over with about 15 minutes remaining, she went to work on my chest and neck and shoulders. Nice and completely relaxing.
Then she went to work on my feet. She spent a lot of time on my feet. A hard kneading foot massage is a wonderful experience, on a par with the hand job for pleasure.
And I started to get hard again. Looking at her oily little body, and so relaxed and being treated like a King. I got hard again. Well, more like a chubby, until she starting sliding her oily body up and down over my chest. All the way up, brush my lips with her nipples, down again. Fondling my dick, probably to see if I was hard enough, but a welcome feeling. Very hard again.
She immediately went to work, just like before. Pumping, polishing. Once or twice she got good control of the balls so she could polish that skin. That’s very, very nice. Her strong, oily little hands were just relentless. Once or twice she changed the grip, holding her hands like in prayer, rubbing just the sides of my dick. This causes some illusion of heat that is delightful. Then down and down and down, with no upstroke, just releasing at the bottom and moving her hand back up like she was climbing a rope.
And just like before, when I was very close, she threw that leg over my chest to show me that delightful little snack, but I didn’t touch it. Just as I started to cum, she kneaded my balls to force more out. I came like a race horse.
She stopped and cleaned me up, eye on the clock. I showered again to remove most of the oil. The price for the massage was about $40 American, and I tipped the girl $50. This is an insanely large tip for Moscow in the early 2000s, when a full time man’s job might pay $100 a month. When in Moscow, I would go there twice a week and always got the same girl. They were very nice because I tipped, which is not a custom there. If a single guy could go to such a place about twice a week he would have no need for a wife or girlfriend, and he would be very relaxed and smile all the time. “My Cheerios are so good this morning…”
I was in Seoul, the huge capital of South Korea. Half the country’s population live in that city, something like 22 million people.
At the time; there were ‘Glass Houses’ one street over from each town’s busiest metro station. These are glass store fronts full of girls in swimsuits and lingerie offered for prostitution. They are very like the Red Light District in Amsterdam. Some of the women are very attractive, but I never touched one. Also, they make a big show of telling White Guys to fuck off. They say if they take a larger dick, they will be ruined for Asian Guys.
Guys on my team were talking about a Seoul Hooters opening up. I said we should go check it out, but later a Korean Guy said to me, “You Americans are stupid. Why go to a Hooters or a Strip Club to be teased? I could take you to a private club that’s much better. None of the girls would fuck with you, but you could get a hand job or a blow job and have a great time. It’s not cheap, but it’s great fun.”
“Let’s go.” says I.
So a week later he takes me to an apartment building, north of the river, east of Yongsan. The area is nice and a bit overbuilt from when they had the Olympics. Good restaurants, parks, safe place.
My friend takes me to an apartment building, and we take an elevator up to the 4th floor. They must have the entire floor rented out, because there is a guard waiting by the elevator. By ‘They’ I mean Korean Mafia. That’s a very serious thing there. Not just Stone Cold Killers like in Moscow or Kiev or Chicago, but guys who beats someone until they never walk again.
The guard asks my friend some questions, probably to verify his membership and to warn him about me, and his liability for my behavior. It is all explained to me that I am going to behave like a gentleman, within the norms of this context. And I say yes to it all. I am not going to take pictures, start a fight, break anything, pull out a weapon. And of course, no hurting a girl more than the bounds of whatever you are playing. No fucking for me, because I am white, but I could get a ‘Theme’ blowjob.
We relax a bit in an open area with a bar and couches. We are served Soju, which is a kind of Korean vodka distilled from fruit. It’s terrible, like drinking gasoline. You only drink it to get drunk.
While we drink and look at girls, a number of girls come in and out. They visit the bar and pretend to get whiskey, but are certainly getting tea in a shot glass. They are probably coming in to look me over and decide if they want to work with me.
When everyone has looked over everyone, a girl comes and sits next to me. She is early 20s , I guess, very pretty, with the slim figure so common in that part of Asia. Her hair is long, but bangs in front. She is wearing a high collar traditional Chinese style dress in red and gold, ending just below the knees. Very pretty. Her skin is as white as paper, and she wears just a bit of blue eye shadow and almost natural lipstick. She sits next to me on the couch and asks, “will you buy me a drink? Some fresh juice?” I agree, and get charged $20 for what is probably 4 ounces of Sunny Delight. I expected nothing else.
Sometimes there is a very sexual delicacy about Asian Women. Their short stature makes them like little dolls, small and fragile like porcelain. Their legs have no hair, so they are incredibly smooth. North Asian women are generally slim and almost boyish with very white or gold skin. South Asian are often a shade brown with a permanent sun tan and can be very busty, but have the same smooth legs. And when they are not too narrow, the almond shaped eyes are beautiful. Making the eyes open more is the most common cosmetic surgery in Japan and Korea.
She says to me, “You seem like a very nice man. I can do something nice for you. Would you like to make a fantasy come true? You tell me some dream and maybe I can make it real. We have many girls, many costumes, many toys.” She crosses her legs, drops off a shoe, and starts lightly touching my leg with her little foot. A very pretty foot, maybe a size 5 with high arches. I am not much of a foot guy, but there is something very sexy and feminine about those soft, tiny feet, with their tiny toes and high arches.
I say, “That’s interesting. What do you have? What is available?”
“You can be… Let’s think. You can be treated very hard by Dominatrix, but you must wait an hour because she is with customer now. You can be Army Officer with girl who must obey your orders. You can be boss and have secretary. You can have Lady Doctor treat you. You can be school teacher in girl’s school. Can be your Aunt sees you masturbate so must paddle you. Some girl can do for you, and other girls watch. All is ready.”
She notices me looking at that perfect, delicate foot. “Or you can just lay down, and I will caress you with my feet. My feet are very soft and pretty, don’t you think? Maybe if you make a mess on my feet you must make them clean again?” When she says that last bit, she bows her head a tiny bit and moves her eyebrows closer together, as if to say, “this will be our secret. You *MUST* make them clean again.” I bet she melts guys by the score with that kinky intimacy, and those beautiful feet.
I agree completely, but if I am paying for this visit I want something more than a foot job. This is almost difficult to say, because her foot is so perfect and feminine that it is actually making my heart beat faster. I’m sure she knows this and does it to man after man; “You have very beautiful feet. But I want something more because I might never visit here again. Something more.”
“So you tell me.”
“The School Teacher fantasy sounds interesting. What is that like?”
“Oh, very fun. You are so clever to choose that! It costs a little more because more girls. Two or Three or Four girls, but you must pick one, understand? You can teach them English. If one of them is a lazy student you must punish her and make her earn your favor again. This is popular, so we have little classroom.”
“That sounds very nice. I want that.”
“You are a man with some money? It will be 1.2 million won. It is alright? And some tip for girls?”
Including the tip, that’s about $1,500 American, and about what I expected, so I agree.
She stand up to her full 5 feet of height, and tells me, “There is a bathroom there.” Pointing. “ You go make yourself very clean while I make everything ready.
I wash my junk, and return to the couch. I drink another shot of gasoline. I don’t wait too long until That Yummy Little Thing in the red and gold dress returns.
“Follow me please.”
She leads me into a room which has been made to look like a classroom. There are 4 student type desks and a proper teacher’s desk in front. There is a chalk board. The floor looks like wood but feels soft, so I’m sure they put a piece of linoleum over the carpet for the appearance. Also, easy to clean.
On the desk is a middle school English text book, a pile of 10 page exam booklets and pencils, a paddle the size of a hairbrush and a leather belt. The belt has holes in it for the needle in the buckle all the way along. The chair behind the desk has two padded cushions on the seat.
My students come in. They are 3 young women in slutty school girl outfits as one might wear for Halloween or Role Play Lingerie. Rather good looking women. Women attractive enough that you would notice them out in the World, with good skin and big eyes and firm slim bodies. Two of them have decidedly pouty lips, and they wear no makeup but bright lipstick and eyeliner. Their skirts are very short so their panties are easily visible. They are all wearing tiny black panties that are simply a string in back that they show me by walking around the student desks.
They put on a little show of arguing with each other about who will sit where. “I want to sit in the middle seat, so I will be closer to teacher.” “No me!” “No me, you stupid Bitch!” When one calls the other a Stupid Bitch, they all crack up laughing. The token rowdiness is part of the show, all for me. Pigtails wins the center desk.
When they sit down I get a good look at them. Really good looking young women. Long shiny blue black hair. One of them has her hair in two thick braids coming from the side of her head, braided Pigtails. One a ponytail in back. One has her hair down. The Ponytail girl has a big flat lolly pop, bands of sugar that spiral out. She licks slowly, while making full eye contact with me. Pigtails has a big round lollipop. Hair down is chewing gum and blowing pink bubbles.
I am really enjoying the show, and I can tell they have done this many times before, like characters at DisneyWorld. It has become a joke to them. They are grinning at me, and licking their candy. I truly and completely appreciate the build up.
Hair Down prompts me to get the thing moving. “Mr. Teacher, don’t we have a quiz today?”
Oh yeah. I step into my role. “Yes.” I grab 3 of the quiz books and 3 pencils. I hand them out and go to the chalk board behind my desk. I write on the chalk board:
(1) Their
(2) There
(3) They’re
And then I write:
They are
a place
they own something
“Now match each kind of Their with it’s proper meaning.”
Pigtails and Ponytail start writing. Hair Down drops her pencil. She stands up, turns away from me. She moves her feet wide apart and locks her knees and bends over at the waist to pick up her pencil, showing me her pretty pink asshole and hairless, fat outer pussy lips. As she reaches the pencil she turns to make eye contact with me. Then she sat down and wrote something.
I remember how my heart was racing. Having these beautiful young women play act for me, and dressed so sexy was much, much better than any strip club thing I had ever seen. And for some reason, the fact that the three of them outnumbered me, and were doing their little play excited me like mad. And I knew it would end up in some kind of sex and I had my choice of them. So much more than just a little show. The little game was much better than just seeing a woman’s body.
I collected the quiz books and went back to my desk. I opened Hair Down’s booklet first. She had written, “I think the teacher wants to lick me”. Ponytail wrote nothing but had drawn a crude cartoon picture of a dick. Pigtails wrote, “FUCK YOU” in all caps.
I looked up and Hair Down was just grinning at me. She said, “My quiz is correct, isn’t it?”
Ponytail was sitting with her legs wide apart, thong pulled aside, rubbing her bald pussy sugary sweet with that big flat lollipop.
Pigtails said, “Teacher, look what I can do!” And she shoved that big round lollypop so far back in her mouth that only a tiny bit of the stick showed. She pouted her lips and covered it completely.
I pointed to Pigtails. “You are a very bad student, and you should be punished. Stand up!”
She did, and I pushed her forward and bent her over the desk. The other two stood up and went to the opposite side of the desk. They knew the drill, and each one took a hold on one of Pigtails hands. Hair Down handed me the paddle.
“I’m going to give you 20 swats for being a bad student.”
Ponytail chimed in, “Oh no, Mr. Teacher! She can take a lot more than that. Give her 200 very hard!”
Pigtails shouted, “Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!” Ponytail and Hair Down laughed, but Pigtails didn’t.
I gave her a hard Whack with the paddle, all on one cheek. She shouted, “Fuck you, Ko Jangi!”
Ko Jangi is the racial insult Koreans use for Europeans. It means “Big Nose People”.
Another swat and another and another. Hair Down let go of Pigtails hand and came to my side of the desk. Pigtails didn’t try to move, and grabbed onto the far edge of the desk, while Hair Down stood behind me. She reached around and unzipped my pants and reached inside. She pulled my dick out. Then she spit in her hand and started to stroke me. She hissed in my ear, “Do you want to shoot all over that hot ass?”
“No. Go slow. Don’t make me cum. I want to cum in her mouth.”
“Good. Good. Push it right down her throat. She can take it like that. Past her mouth into her throat.”
“Yes. But don’t hurry me. After the spanking.”
I kept smacking that pretty, hot pink ass with the paddle. Hair Down stroked me just a bit. Ponytail finally got involved. She let go of Pigtails hand and came over and knelt in front of me. She pulled out my balls and started licking them while Hair Down stroked me from behind. I drug out the spanking to take forever, because it was so wonderful. I kept smacking that pretty, hot pink ass while my dick was stroked and my balls were licked and sucked.
When I got to the 20th swat, I was ready to move on. Pigtails let go of the desk and stood up. She turned to face me with both hands rubbing her bottom. “Fuck you.”
I said, “let me feed you, Sweety.”
I took her hand and walked around the desk. Before I sat down I realized why there were two cushions on the chair. I dropped one on the ground in front of me for Pigtails’ knees. Then I opened my pants more and got my dick completely out. Pigtails started sucking my dick. She was really good at it, and gave me long, slow strokes that ended with pushing against the back of her throat, and she did the spiral move with her hands. I watched her bright red lipstick pump slowly up and down. She kept a nice steady pace, not fast, giving me time to really enjoy it.
The chair was turned to the side, so my legs ran parallel to the width of the desk. Hair Down got on the desk on her hands and knees facing away, offering that beautiful pussy and pink anus to me. She’s a prostitute, so I couldn’t possibly, but a part of me was just dying to thrust my tongue into her. Her quiz paper was 100% accurate. And your little friend with the sugar coated pussy too.
I reached up and stroked her pussy with my finger tips. I wet my thumb with spit and put my hand on her ass cheek, and started rubbing her asshole with my wet thumb. That was all I could take. Pigtails knew it was time, and took my dick out of her mouth and I blew a huge load onto her pretty face.
I have described in some detail about the evolution between my wife and me. I have had a few other episodes you might find interesting.
I tried to start a software company taking advantage of the lower cost, and well educated labor in Ukraine and Russia. I was traveling back and forth. A man gets bored, and his mind wanders.
If I was in Moscow every month for a week or two, I would visit this massage place. I would get a menu item they called the Double Relaxation. I would go into the Waiting area and pick a girl. ( Yes, just like in the movies, there really are such places. If you want to see, “Holy Shit I had No Idea”, go to Seoul or Amsterdam. For Very Kinky, Berlin or Tokyo. Yes, I am a Man Of The World. )
I picked a girl. This was not a full service kind of Whore House like in some Wild West Movie, but a massage place so she was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. The girl was no beauty queen, but she was ok and had a firm, lean little body. Mid twenties I would guess.
I took a quick shower, went into the room. She was just finishing putting clean sheets on the bed. It was darkish, incense burning, low music. Very relaxing. She could have changed the sheets before I arrived, but they probably wanted customers to know the sheets were clean, so the show. Your visit all planed out, like going to Benihana.
I lay down, naked, she took off her shirt and pants too leaving us both naked. Russian Girls would almost always grow their hair very long, because it is beautiful, in a culture that still values femineity, and it costs nothing. She looked pretty good, and the shadowy darkness and her long hair helped. She took my hands and held them over my head and said, “Rookie Veer!”. That means ‘Hands Up’ . She leaned over me, pinning my hands down to the mattress to give the message, “I’ll touch you, but you don’t touch me.” Kneeling on my right.
She had small breasts, almost nothing at all. I don’t mind that. Sometimes they seem so girlish like that. Something was very nice about her nipples peeking out thru all that light brown hair, that fell to her waist when standing, and fell over me as she moved up my body. She had small well defined nipples and flawless skin, and she started rubbing my face with her nipples. I got hard.
A girl who gives 10 hand jobs a day learns how to milk a cock. As soon as I was erect, she doused me with baby oil and went to work. No teasing, no delay, no foreplay. She would pump a dozen times, then stop and hold my balls in one hand while the other just worked the head in a rapid squeezing, polishing motion – the top of my dick head in the smooth, oily palm of her hand. And she spoke to me, low and intimate, “eta takoi bolshoi… ohn kracivi… ochen kracivi” ‘Your dick is so big. He is beautiful. He is so very beautiful’. Pumping, polishing, caressing the balls.
That’s incredibly good, and after a few minutes of that I started to feel the build up to orgasm. Just as I was on the edge, just about to feel the physical commitment, she played her Ace. Of course she knew how close I was, she did this all the time. And just as I was on the edge, she threw a leg over my chest and presented her pussy and asshole to my mouth, just a few inches away. I didn’t touch her, of course because of the circumstances. But the sight and scent of that shaved pussy and lewd, tight little fig… I exploded.
She didn’t immediately stop, but slowed down and became very gentle. Just barely caressing my hyper sensitive dick. She really knew what she was doing, and I was free to be completely selfish.
After a few more minutes of that, she got up and grabbed a towel and cleaned me off. Then the massage portion of the massage. She made a rolling motion with one hand and I turned over.
For the next 30 minutes or so, she oiled and massaged me. She had strong hands and did a great job on my neck and shoulders and back and legs. It is wonderful to get a hot oil massage from a girl who really knows how. When I turned back over with about 15 minutes remaining, she went to work on my chest and neck and shoulders. Nice and completely relaxing.
Then she went to work on my feet. She spent a lot of time on my feet. A hard kneading foot massage is a wonderful experience, on a par with the hand job for pleasure.
And I started to get hard again. Looking at her oily little body, and so relaxed and being treated like a King. I got hard again. Well, more like a chubby, until she starting sliding her oily body up and down over my chest. All the way up, brush my lips with her nipples, down again. Fondling my dick, probably to see if I was hard enough, but a welcome feeling. Very hard again.
She immediately went to work, just like before. Pumping, polishing. Once or twice she got good control of the balls so she could polish that skin. That’s very, very nice. Her strong, oily little hands were just relentless. Once or twice she changed the grip, holding her hands like in prayer, rubbing just the sides of my dick. This causes some illusion of heat that is delightful. Then down and down and down, with no upstroke, just releasing at the bottom and moving her hand back up like she was climbing a rope.
And just like before, when I was very close, she threw that leg over my chest to show me that delightful little snack, but I didn’t touch it. Just as I started to cum, she kneaded my balls to force more out. I came like a race horse.
She stopped and cleaned me up, eye on the clock. I showered again to remove most of the oil. The price for the massage was about $40 American, and I tipped the girl $50. This is an insanely large tip for Moscow in the early 2000s, when a full time man’s job might pay $100 a month. When in Moscow, I would go there twice a week and always got the same girl. They were very nice because I tipped, which is not a custom there. If a single guy could go to such a place about twice a week he would have no need for a wife or girlfriend, and he would be very relaxed and smile all the time. “My Cheerios are so good this morning…”
I was in Seoul, the huge capital of South Korea. Half the country’s population live in that city, something like 22 million people.
At the time; there were ‘Glass Houses’ one street over from each town’s busiest metro station. These are glass store fronts full of girls in swimsuits and lingerie offered for prostitution. They are very like the Red Light District in Amsterdam. Some of the women are very attractive, but I never touched one. Also, they make a big show of telling White Guys to fuck off. They say if they take a larger dick, they will be ruined for Asian Guys.
Guys on my team were talking about a Seoul Hooters opening up. I said we should go check it out, but later a Korean Guy said to me, “You Americans are stupid. Why go to a Hooters or a Strip Club to be teased? I could take you to a private club that’s much better. None of the girls would fuck with you, but you could get a hand job or a blow job and have a great time. It’s not cheap, but it’s great fun.”
“Let’s go.” says I.
So a week later he takes me to an apartment building, north of the river, east of Yongsan. The area is nice and a bit overbuilt from when they had the Olympics. Good restaurants, parks, safe place.
My friend takes me to an apartment building, and we take an elevator up to the 4th floor. They must have the entire floor rented out, because there is a guard waiting by the elevator. By ‘They’ I mean Korean Mafia. That’s a very serious thing there. Not just Stone Cold Killers like in Moscow or Kiev or Chicago, but guys who beats someone until they never walk again.
The guard asks my friend some questions, probably to verify his membership and to warn him about me, and his liability for my behavior. It is all explained to me that I am going to behave like a gentleman, within the norms of this context. And I say yes to it all. I am not going to take pictures, start a fight, break anything, pull out a weapon. And of course, no hurting a girl more than the bounds of whatever you are playing. No fucking for me, because I am white, but I could get a ‘Theme’ blowjob.
We relax a bit in an open area with a bar and couches. We are served Soju, which is a kind of Korean vodka distilled from fruit. It’s terrible, like drinking gasoline. You only drink it to get drunk.
While we drink and look at girls, a number of girls come in and out. They visit the bar and pretend to get whiskey, but are certainly getting tea in a shot glass. They are probably coming in to look me over and decide if they want to work with me.
When everyone has looked over everyone, a girl comes and sits next to me. She is early 20s , I guess, very pretty, with the slim figure so common in that part of Asia. Her hair is long, but bangs in front. She is wearing a high collar traditional Chinese style dress in red and gold, ending just below the knees. Very pretty. Her skin is as white as paper, and she wears just a bit of blue eye shadow and almost natural lipstick. She sits next to me on the couch and asks, “will you buy me a drink? Some fresh juice?” I agree, and get charged $20 for what is probably 4 ounces of Sunny Delight. I expected nothing else.
Sometimes there is a very sexual delicacy about Asian Women. Their short stature makes them like little dolls, small and fragile like porcelain. Their legs have no hair, so they are incredibly smooth. North Asian women are generally slim and almost boyish with very white or gold skin. South Asian are often a shade brown with a permanent sun tan and can be very busty, but have the same smooth legs. And when they are not too narrow, the almond shaped eyes are beautiful. Making the eyes open more is the most common cosmetic surgery in Japan and Korea.
She says to me, “You seem like a very nice man. I can do something nice for you. Would you like to make a fantasy come true? You tell me some dream and maybe I can make it real. We have many girls, many costumes, many toys.” She crosses her legs, drops off a shoe, and starts lightly touching my leg with her little foot. A very pretty foot, maybe a size 5 with high arches. I am not much of a foot guy, but there is something very sexy and feminine about those soft, tiny feet, with their tiny toes and high arches.
I say, “That’s interesting. What do you have? What is available?”
“You can be… Let’s think. You can be treated very hard by Dominatrix, but you must wait an hour because she is with customer now. You can be Army Officer with girl who must obey your orders. You can be boss and have secretary. You can have Lady Doctor treat you. You can be school teacher in girl’s school. Can be your Aunt sees you masturbate so must paddle you. Some girl can do for you, and other girls watch. All is ready.”
She notices me looking at that perfect, delicate foot. “Or you can just lay down, and I will caress you with my feet. My feet are very soft and pretty, don’t you think? Maybe if you make a mess on my feet you must make them clean again?” When she says that last bit, she bows her head a tiny bit and moves her eyebrows closer together, as if to say, “this will be our secret. You *MUST* make them clean again.” I bet she melts guys by the score with that kinky intimacy, and those beautiful feet.
I agree completely, but if I am paying for this visit I want something more than a foot job. This is almost difficult to say, because her foot is so perfect and feminine that it is actually making my heart beat faster. I’m sure she knows this and does it to man after man; “You have very beautiful feet. But I want something more because I might never visit here again. Something more.”
“So you tell me.”
“The School Teacher fantasy sounds interesting. What is that like?”
“Oh, very fun. You are so clever to choose that! It costs a little more because more girls. Two or Three or Four girls, but you must pick one, understand? You can teach them English. If one of them is a lazy student you must punish her and make her earn your favor again. This is popular, so we have little classroom.”
“That sounds very nice. I want that.”
“You are a man with some money? It will be 1.2 million won. It is alright? And some tip for girls?”
Including the tip, that’s about $1,500 American, and about what I expected, so I agree.
She stand up to her full 5 feet of height, and tells me, “There is a bathroom there.” Pointing. “ You go make yourself very clean while I make everything ready.
I wash my junk, and return to the couch. I drink another shot of gasoline. I don’t wait too long until That Yummy Little Thing in the red and gold dress returns.
“Follow me please.”
She leads me into a room which has been made to look like a classroom. There are 4 student type desks and a proper teacher’s desk in front. There is a chalk board. The floor looks like wood but feels soft, so I’m sure they put a piece of linoleum over the carpet for the appearance. Also, easy to clean.
On the desk is a middle school English text book, a pile of 10 page exam booklets and pencils, a paddle the size of a hairbrush and a leather belt. The belt has holes in it for the needle in the buckle all the way along. The chair behind the desk has two padded cushions on the seat.
My students come in. They are 3 young women in slutty school girl outfits as one might wear for Halloween or Role Play Lingerie. Rather good looking women. Women attractive enough that you would notice them out in the World, with good skin and big eyes and firm slim bodies. Two of them have decidedly pouty lips, and they wear no makeup but bright lipstick and eyeliner. Their skirts are very short so their panties are easily visible. They are all wearing tiny black panties that are simply a string in back that they show me by walking around the student desks.
They put on a little show of arguing with each other about who will sit where. “I want to sit in the middle seat, so I will be closer to teacher.” “No me!” “No me, you stupid Bitch!” When one calls the other a Stupid Bitch, they all crack up laughing. The token rowdiness is part of the show, all for me. Pigtails wins the center desk.
When they sit down I get a good look at them. Really good looking young women. Long shiny blue black hair. One of them has her hair in two thick braids coming from the side of her head, braided Pigtails. One a ponytail in back. One has her hair down. The Ponytail girl has a big flat lolly pop, bands of sugar that spiral out. She licks slowly, while making full eye contact with me. Pigtails has a big round lollipop. Hair down is chewing gum and blowing pink bubbles.
I am really enjoying the show, and I can tell they have done this many times before, like characters at DisneyWorld. It has become a joke to them. They are grinning at me, and licking their candy. I truly and completely appreciate the build up.
Hair Down prompts me to get the thing moving. “Mr. Teacher, don’t we have a quiz today?”
Oh yeah. I step into my role. “Yes.” I grab 3 of the quiz books and 3 pencils. I hand them out and go to the chalk board behind my desk. I write on the chalk board:
(1) Their
(2) There
(3) They’re
And then I write:
They are
a place
they own something
“Now match each kind of Their with it’s proper meaning.”
Pigtails and Ponytail start writing. Hair Down drops her pencil. She stands up, turns away from me. She moves her feet wide apart and locks her knees and bends over at the waist to pick up her pencil, showing me her pretty pink asshole and hairless, fat outer pussy lips. As she reaches the pencil she turns to make eye contact with me. Then she sat down and wrote something.
I remember how my heart was racing. Having these beautiful young women play act for me, and dressed so sexy was much, much better than any strip club thing I had ever seen. And for some reason, the fact that the three of them outnumbered me, and were doing their little play excited me like mad. And I knew it would end up in some kind of sex and I had my choice of them. So much more than just a little show. The little game was much better than just seeing a woman’s body.
I collected the quiz books and went back to my desk. I opened Hair Down’s booklet first. She had written, “I think the teacher wants to lick me”. Ponytail wrote nothing but had drawn a crude cartoon picture of a dick. Pigtails wrote, “FUCK YOU” in all caps.
I looked up and Hair Down was just grinning at me. She said, “My quiz is correct, isn’t it?”
Ponytail was sitting with her legs wide apart, thong pulled aside, rubbing her bald pussy sugary sweet with that big flat lollipop.
Pigtails said, “Teacher, look what I can do!” And she shoved that big round lollypop so far back in her mouth that only a tiny bit of the stick showed. She pouted her lips and covered it completely.
I pointed to Pigtails. “You are a very bad student, and you should be punished. Stand up!”
She did, and I pushed her forward and bent her over the desk. The other two stood up and went to the opposite side of the desk. They knew the drill, and each one took a hold on one of Pigtails hands. Hair Down handed me the paddle.
“I’m going to give you 20 swats for being a bad student.”
Ponytail chimed in, “Oh no, Mr. Teacher! She can take a lot more than that. Give her 200 very hard!”
Pigtails shouted, “Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!” Ponytail and Hair Down laughed, but Pigtails didn’t.
I gave her a hard Whack with the paddle, all on one cheek. She shouted, “Fuck you, Ko Jangi!”
Ko Jangi is the racial insult Koreans use for Europeans. It means “Big Nose People”.
Another swat and another and another. Hair Down let go of Pigtails hand and came to my side of the desk. Pigtails didn’t try to move, and grabbed onto the far edge of the desk, while Hair Down stood behind me. She reached around and unzipped my pants and reached inside. She pulled my dick out. Then she spit in her hand and started to stroke me. She hissed in my ear, “Do you want to shoot all over that hot ass?”
“No. Go slow. Don’t make me cum. I want to cum in her mouth.”
“Good. Good. Push it right down her throat. She can take it like that. Past her mouth into her throat.”
“Yes. But don’t hurry me. After the spanking.”
I kept smacking that pretty, hot pink ass with the paddle. Hair Down stroked me just a bit. Ponytail finally got involved. She let go of Pigtails hand and came over and knelt in front of me. She pulled out my balls and started licking them while Hair Down stroked me from behind. I drug out the spanking to take forever, because it was so wonderful. I kept smacking that pretty, hot pink ass while my dick was stroked and my balls were licked and sucked.
When I got to the 20th swat, I was ready to move on. Pigtails let go of the desk and stood up. She turned to face me with both hands rubbing her bottom. “Fuck you.”
I said, “let me feed you, Sweety.”
I took her hand and walked around the desk. Before I sat down I realized why there were two cushions on the chair. I dropped one on the ground in front of me for Pigtails’ knees. Then I opened my pants more and got my dick completely out. Pigtails started sucking my dick. She was really good at it, and gave me long, slow strokes that ended with pushing against the back of her throat, and she did the spiral move with her hands. I watched her bright red lipstick pump slowly up and down. She kept a nice steady pace, not fast, giving me time to really enjoy it.
The chair was turned to the side, so my legs ran parallel to the width of the desk. Hair Down got on the desk on her hands and knees facing away, offering that beautiful pussy and pink anus to me. She’s a prostitute, so I couldn’t possibly, but a part of me was just dying to thrust my tongue into her. Her quiz paper was 100% accurate. And your little friend with the sugar coated pussy too.
I reached up and stroked her pussy with my finger tips. I wet my thumb with spit and put my hand on her ass cheek, and started rubbing her asshole with my wet thumb. That was all I could take. Pigtails knew it was time, and took my dick out of her mouth and I blew a huge load onto her pretty face.
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