Chapter 9 - She's a Fast Learner

That after-prom party, I’d drunk way too much. Fourteen year old girl and alcohol, it hadn’t taken much. He’d encouraged me, and then he’d taken me off into one of the bedrooms and yeah, well, I’d been in love with him and I’d started off giving him that blowjob and I was getting pretty good at those by then. It’d been exciting, and when he started undressing me, I hadn’t tried to stop him, and it’d been a little black dress, my first, it’d been pushing the edge, and there hadn’t actually been much for him to get out of the way. That little black dress had taken about five seconds to turn into a belt, my very first G-string panties that I’d been so excited to wear had taken about as long to vanish, and kind of before I knew what was happening, it’d happened.

Pinned down on someone else’s bed and broken in.

He’d pinned my hands to the bed and rammed his cock into my virgin pussy hard, so that I’d bucked and kicked and screamed. He’d enjoyed that, and then he’d fucked me hard, too, and he’d enjoyed that as well. It hurt, and afterwards, long afterwards, after I’d dumped him, I’d figured out that was a lot of what he’d got off on. Hurting me. He’d got his rocks off that night by breaking me in, hard. Hard rough sex.

Except that I’d loved it.

For me, it’d been an exciting hurt, and I’d actually really enjoyed it when he started fucking me hard, even though it hurt. He had fucked me hard, too. Hard and rough and raw, pounding me into that bed and I hadn’t even thought about whether or not he was using a condom. He’d broken in my pussy, brought me to a climax, and he’d cum in me, and then he’d fucked me again, and cum in me a second time and I’d climaxed again, even harder.

I’d kinda laid there, dazed and glowing, a little shocked and stunned at how it’d just happened, half aware by then that he hadn’t even pretended to use a condom or asked me if it was okay to do what he’d just done, and then he’d flipped me over, face down, and he didn’t ask me all over again. He went ahead and he’d broken in my ass and cum one last time, and somehow, he’d made me climax while he was doing that, too.

At least he’d used some lube.

Yeah, my boyfriend back then, he’d scored big, he’d gotten himself a round-the-world trip with a fourteen year old virgin that night, and I’d been real bruised and sore in the morning.

Hadn’t stopped me doing it with him again though.

Again and again and again and again.

I’d liked what he did to me.

Even after my mom walked in on us a year or so later. That afternoon she was supposed to be out until late. Ever seen a Chinese mom when she walks in on her fifteen year old daughter being fucked real hard, and I was. He had me bent face down over the back of the family couch, head down, ass up, his cock hilted to the balls up my ass giving me a good hard ass-fucking, wearing nothing but a tank top rucked up under my armpits, squealing and begging for more. Loudly. Neither of us even noticed my mom walk in.

Not good.

It got a lot worse.

He came before my mom could say a word. Before either of us knew she was there. He was busy shooting off in my ass, and my face was buried in a cushion, and I was saying the sort of thing’s moms don’t ever expect to hear from their teenage daughters. Worse. He wasn’t using a condom, and it was pretty obvious when he pulled it out.

My mom got a real eyeful.

I got a real earful, and so did he.

What made it even worse for my mom was, she was one of those American-Chinese liberals, and she supported all that liberal left-wing stuff. She’d even tried to have a serious talk with me about sex back when I was younger, and how it was acceptable, yadda yadda yadda, but for all that, she’d also warned me about white guys who liked to use Asian girls and yellow fever and stuff like that. As long as it was talk, and her daughter wasn’t actually getting up to anything, she was real liberal.

When she walked in and found her daughter bent face down over the back of the couch, tank top up around her armpits, skirt and panties on the floor, taking a lubed-up white guy’s cock hard, raw, and unprotected, all the way up her tight little teenage American-Chinese ass and begging for more as he gave it to her, oh no, she wasn’t quite as liberal as she thought she was.

It’d been a real fun evening.

Family dinners had been a little strained for a while after that, but at least she hadn’t said anything to my dad.

I’d kept on dating him though. I couldn’t stay away from him, and I loved how he made me feel. I loved the way he used me and abused me, even though I didn’t understand why I liked it so much. Not until the end of that first year of university, when I’d met Ellie in that club I’d gone to with a friend. I’d dumped him after that first night with Ellie, and he knew that I’d dumped him for a girl.

He’d told me he’d never forgive me for that.

Next time I ran into him, he was the DA, and no, he hadn’t forgiven me, and yeah, the first chance he’d had, he’d gone all out to get me, and he had. He’d got me terminated.

Asshole.

But, yeah, well, here I was, making way more than I had as a cop and I wasn’t my mom. Wasn’t Fumiko Suematsu’s mom either. This was business, and nobody was gonna walk in and save Fumiko Suematsu’s tight little Japanese ass right now. Or her tight little Japanese pussy. Not today. In six weeks time, yeah, but not until then, and definitely not today. Today, right now, her ass was getting fucked good, and her pussy was probably gonna be fucked all over again soon, because that dude looked like a dude who enjoyed getting what he’d paid for. He was getting what he’d paid for right now, anyhow, slowly, and at least she’d stopped wailing.

Now she was just lying there, face down on those black satin sheets, sobbing and groaning and squealing and bucking and squirming and clutching at the sheets as she took it up her tight little ass. She could buck and squirm and squeal all she liked. That was what that dude had paid for, and that dude was intent on getting what he’d paid for. He would of course, coz Miss Tokyo had no choice on whether she delivered or not.

That dude had paid Johan, and whatever Miss Tokyo wanted or didn’t want, Johan was there to make sure she gave that dude what he’d paid for. Three hours of Miss Tokyo’s tight little Asian pussy and ass was exactly what he’d paid for, and the more she bucked and squirmed and squealed, the more that john was enjoying himself.

“You’re paying to get her back in one piece, Mal,” Johan said, picking up his bourbon, sipping, watching. “She won’t be damaged.” He chuckled. “The clients know our policy on damaging the goods. I make it real clear.”

“Good,” I said, watching Fumiko take that dude’s cock, partly fascinated, partly horrified, totally turned on.

I shouldn’t have been horrified at all, not the business I was in, but I’d never actually seen one of the girls I was getting back hard at work. Not live, anyhow. I mean, I’d watched some of the home movies we’d seized as evidence back when I’d worked for Greg. I’d watched porn movies. I’d done some mild bondage and BDSM myself, and I enjoyed it. I’d been where Fumiko was now and enjoyed it a lot, except my boyfriend, the guy who’d broken my ass in, his dick had been way bigger and he’d been a lot rougher with me than this dude was being with Fumiko Suematsu.

Ellie’s strap-on, the one she’d used on me, that’d been as big as this guy’s dick and I’d really liked Ellie using that strap-on. Same size dick or not, I didn’t think Fumiko was enjoying it the way I had the first time I took it like that, but you never knew. I had enjoyed it with that old boyfriend of mine, even though it hurt like fuck that first time, but then, I’d liked being a sub, even if I hadn’t known what a sub was back then. I still enjoyed it now and then, except back then, I hadn’t known that was what it was that I was enjoying.

I’d just enjoyed it when it happened, without understanding why.

After Ellie taught me what I really liked, and what it was all about, I’d enjoyed it even more. I’d figured a few things out about myself, too. I liked it as a sub, for an older woman like Ellie, or with a guy, but I liked it even more with a girl, the kind of girl I’d been back then, with her as the sub.

I’d never watched any of the merchandise though, not the merchandise I was being paid to recover, live, with a client. Never thought about it to be honest, and if I had, I’d have felt sorry for them, and maybe a little sick about the whole thing. But Jesus, watching now, I wasn’t exactly feeling sorry for Fumiko Suematsu. My sex kind of said me-me-me, I wanna be there.

Where she was, or where he was, it didn’t matter. I liked doing that to girls myself, with a strap-on, and I liked being there too, where Fumiko was, taking it hard from an older guy or an older woman. Either way worked for me. Being made to take it hard, the way Fumiko Suematu was being made to take it right now, I liked that, but may not quite as much as I liked giving it out.

Fumiko was taking it harder now. That guy was getting worked up and he wasn’t giving her any choices. She was there to take it and he was making sure that she did.

It was obvious Fumiko wasn’t liking what she was getting right now, and I didn’t want watching her take it like this to excite me, but it was, and that made my stomach churn, but at the same time, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. If Johan hadn’t been there, I’d have been touching myself. I knew that, and that made it worse, because I knew I shouldn’t be excited by this, but fuck, I was.

“Hot, isn’t she?” Johan said, still watching, and he had an erection. I could see that bulge, first time I’d seen him with one, and he sure wasn’t small.

“I mean, I see this sort of thing every day, Mal, but Miss Tokyo here, she really does it for me. She’s fucking hot. Look at her, she’s fucking perfect. Could be a fucking model or something. If you weren’t paying through the nose for her, Mal, I’d keep her for myself for a while. She’s a gorgeous little bitch.”

“Yeah, she’s hot,” I said, not quite breathlessly, looking with him, watching her take it. Jesus, I’d take her for myself in a second too, but I’d want her to say yes because she wanted to, not because I was paying for her.

For a moment, I almost said I could see why he’d snatched her. Fuck, I knew I was hot, but Fumiko, she was fucking exquisite, and suddenly I was seriously thinking about taking him up on Chantana, or whatever her name was. Wasn’t like she was on my list to recover, and I could just about see Chantana face down like that. I could just about hear her moan as I teased her, hear her groans as I used that strap-on on her cute little pussy and that tight little ass ... hear her squeal as I made real sure her perky little boobs quivered.

Yeah, I’d really enjoy making Chantana squeal.

No. No way. I wasn’t going there. Not ever. Bad enough I was watching Fumiko Suematsu and getting all hot and bothered over her.

“You ever fuck any virgins, Mal?” he asked, out of the blue, not taking his eyes away from Fumiko. Those little sobs and cries as that john fucked her ass a little harder kept sending hot shivers through me. Watching her little feet flailing as she was fucked, my nipples ached.

“Huh?” I said, startled.

“Hey, I know you swing both ways, Mal,” he said. “Seen you around with one or two young chicks now and then. Any of them been virgins?”

He’d seen me round? I kinda blinked, because it wasn’t like I did more than pick the odd girl up in a club and take her back to my apartment for a while.

“Not like I make a secret of it, and yeah, a couple of them,” I said, because I didn’t. Or make it a secret that I liked to get picked up myself now and then, but mostly that’d been when I was younger, after Ellie had moved on.

I’d even taken Ellie home to meet my parents, back after we’d first started dating. That’d gone down about as well as my mom walking in on Anthony using my ass. Nope, my mom wasn’t anything like as liberal as she made herself out to be, and I guess she was like any other American-Chinese mom beneath that veneer. She wanted her daughter to marry a nice wealthy American-Chinese lawyer or doctor or dentist or something, move out into the suburbs and deliver the grandkids.

Not hook up with some blonde butch.

Sorry about that, mom.

She should have had a couple more kids if she wanted to make sure she got all that, but no, my mom wanted to be the responsible, liberal, save the world, American-Chinese mom. Put all your eggs in one basket and yeah, well, these things happen, and I’d been pretty blunt with my mom last time I’d seen her and she’d sort of asked about me and any guy I was interested in and grandkids.

Johan chuckled. “Seen one or two of those chicks you date, Mal,” he said, and now he was looking at me. “You like the young ones like Miss Tokyo yourself.”

“Not like I make a secret of it,” I said again, because I didn’t. I mean, I didn’t make any secret about it.

I liked those teenage girls, Asian girls mostly, but that occasional white girl that wanted to go exotic and explore that interracial thing. Young and timid, innocent, exploring themselves, experimenting, and there was almost nothing more exciting than coaxing a shy and hesitant girl that age into my bed, some confused and timid little Midwest blonde, teasing her and tempting her, slowly driving her half out of her mind with pleasure until she surrendered herself completely.

That, and then fucking her with my strap-on, watching that shame and guilt in her eyes as she finally gave it up, watching her face as she realized what I was doing to her, and then realized that she loved it, and that she loved everything else I was doing to her. Yeah, that always did it for me, and the natural blondes, the slender ones with a fluffy little blonde landing strip, they were a turn on alright, but a hot Asian girl like Fumiko Suematsu, they really did make my knees go all shivery.

Really, the only thing better than breaking one of those girls in was coaxing her into doing the same for me, and I kind of looked at Fumiko Suematsu and thought about her on her knees, licking me and touching me and doing everything I’d teach her to do for me, and I almost moaned out loud.

“No you don’t, do you, Mal?” Johan said, grinning.

“Ohhh ... uhhh ... nnhhh ... uhhhh ... ooaaahhh.” On the LCD, the john had flipped her over while I’d been distracted, and Fumiko’s back had arched, her heels were beating a frantic tattoo against that john’s butt as he lifted and sank, his cock sliding into her, slowly, taking his time, enjoying riding his tight little Asian fantasy, enjoying her hot little pussy servicing his cock.

Jesus, she’d crossed her ankles behind his back and from the way he threw his head back and groaned, muscles straining as he humped himself into her, she was squeezing his cock and he was loving it.

Johan grinned. “She’s something to watch, isn’t she? A real fast learner.”

“Yeah, she is,” I said, my knees quivering, my sex churning hotly. “When the hell did she learn to do that?”

“Last night,” Johan chuckled. “She’s a fast learner and she’s good.”

“Jesus,” I said, watching her squirm under that dude.

“Go on, be honest, Mal,” Johan grinned. “She does it for you too, right? I’ll tell you, she did it for me yesterday when we broke her in.”

“Yeah, I’d do her in a minute if she wasn’t one of your girls,” I said without really thinking, watching her taking it.

Really, I’d have liked to have been the one giving it to her, except to do that I’d have had to have picked her up, and I didn’t mean picking her up the way Johan had. Honestly, watching her, I was kinda sad. She didn’t deserve what was happening to her. None of those girls did, but watching Fumiko Suematsu on her back and taking that dude’s cock like she really wanted it, I still wanted her.

Wasn’t ever going to have her, but I wanted her all the same.

“Can’t wait to fuck her again tonight,” Johan said, slowly, and yeah, that erection pushing his trousers out kind of emphasized those words. “Going to enjoy teaching her a couple of new tricks.”

He glanced at me and grinned. “You wanna drop by and give her a ride with me, Mal? The girls like her are one of the perks of this business.”

“With you? No way,” I said, grinning back, but that grin was forced, because I was half tempted. Half, because she’d never be going home if she saw me, and I couldn’t do that to her. But all the same, I wanted her so bad, but I managed a grin. “You’d try and do me as well.”