A Soap Opera: My Year of Living Dangerously (With Asian Women)
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Chapter 6: Breaking Iku’s daughter, Yuki
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Breaking Iku’s daughter, Yuki - Those long-running TV afternoon time fillers. They consist of implausible plots, caricatures of perfect people wearing designer clothes, are filled with ever-changing feuds, backstabbing, shifting relationships, and characters who appear briefly when needed but then disappear without reason, and poor acting. But even though we know all this, we become hooked and go along for the ride. Here is a Soapie of my year living dangerously with sexfighting Asian females.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Slut Wife Humiliation Group Sex Interracial White Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Cat-Fighting Revenge
The email arrived three weeks after Iku Tanaka had returned to Japan.
Mr Sullivan, Mai,
I need your help with a matter of utmost urgency and delicacy. My daughter Yuki has become unmanageable. She is 18, just graduated from high school, and has been completely spoiled by my husband and me. She is disrespectful, entitled, cruel to service workers, and wastes her days on social media and shopping. My husband believes she simply needs the structure and responsibilities that comes from having a job. But I know what she really needs. She needs to learn humility, respect, and her proper place.
I’m bringing her to Australia under the pretence of a business internship with your firm. What I’m really asking is that you break her. Train her. Teach her to submit. I will pay whatever you ask. Please help me save my daughter from herself. - Iku
I read the email out twice, then looked up at my Vietnamese secretary, Mai, who was naked and enthusiastically and noisily drilling a strap-on into my wife, Nguyet. I don’t believe Nguyet was enjoying it as much as my secretary, though the email gave her a temporary reprieve. Since her defeat of Nguyet in their sexfight (Chp 5), Mai had been relentless in her pursuit of breaking and enslaving Nguyet.
I didn’t think it was sensible to tell Mai about the private email Iku had sent, in which she explained that this would occupy Mai and keep her onside until she came to Australia permanently and fucked Mai senseless and replaced her. Mai, who had once been as invisible and sexless as a church mouse, was perched on my desk, wearing a skirt short enough to show she had gone commando again. She was rereading the email over my shoulder, her hand absently stroking my cock.
Nguyet, my sexy Vietnamese wife had made the mistake of belittling Mai once too often and turned her into a not a force of nature, but a force of sex. Mai was now insatiable for my cock, an exhibitionist and had a need to show she was better than other women that made Nguyet’s previous efforts look kindergarten level.
“She wants us to train her daughter,” Mai said, her eyes focused far away, deep in thought as she contemplated the future enjoyment for her. “Sexually dominate an eighteen-year-old into obedience.”
“That’s insane. That’s”
“Exactly what Iku needs,” Mai interrupted. “And exactly what we’re going to do and keep Iku’s money investments with us.” She turned to look at me, her eyes gleaming behind her new, modern, fashionable glasses. “Think about it. We already have your wife, Nguyet, as our live-in sex slave. Adding Iku’s daughter expands our household. Plus,” her hand explored my thigh. “There’s something about a mother bringing her own daughter to be trained. The ultimate admission that we will succeed where she failed. It’s proving I am better than her.”
“Mai, she’s eighteen”
“That’s legal and from what Iku describes, in desperate need of the consequences she’s never received.” Mai was seriously stroking my cock through my trousers, bringing it to hardness, which, as usual, didn’t take long. “Besides, you’ve seen how much self-discovery Iku found during that sex weekend. Imagine giving her the tools to reclaim authority over her own child. Making her a part of teaching her spoiled brat to kneel and serve.”
The image sent blood rushing to my cock, and Mai felt it harden under her palm and smiled. “I agree with your cock. Email back and tell her we accept.”
Iku Tanaka officially arrived in Australia one day before her daughter, ostensibly to “prepare the internship materials” but, actually to discuss with us what she wanted done to Yuki. Privately, Iku and I had agreed that she would arrive two days earlier, then be at the airport on the official arrival day and be picked up by Mai. During these two days with me she would tell me her long-term strategy, and satisfy the hunger that had been building in her since she’d left our hotel suite three weeks ago.
I waited at the Royal, the same hotel as she had used before for her threeway with Mai and me and then the secret second fuck, which involved just her and me and a lot of planning for the future. I waited nervously, as a lot can change in three weeks, and sometimes reason and sense replace lust.
When Iku walked into the lobby, she looked different from the severely dressed Japanese businesswoman who’d first propositioned me. She wore a simple yet expensive dress that hugged her mature body, her hair loose instead of formally styled, and applied makeup with a sensual touch to accentuate her features. At forty-two, she was still striking with the full breasts that had filled my hands so effortlessly, a soft, curved belly, and strong hips and legs that pushed back when she was fucked. But more than the physical, it was her eyes that had changed. They held a confidence, hunger, and liberation that hadn’t been there before.
She smiled when she saw me, and my worries disappeared, and my cock hardened. “I’ve missed you and our fucking. My husband has been in Osaka for sex, though he says he is meeting old friends for work. I’ve been alone, remembering our time as I touched myself every night thinking about what you and I did and planned.”
As she booked in at the counter and turned to the lift, I saw I had missed something. The left side of her dress was split to well above mid-thigh. In the sanctuary of the room, Iku’s hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Underneath, she wore matching, expensive, black lingerie: a transparent lace bra that barely contained her full breasts, a thong that disappeared between her arse cheeks and a garter belt and stockings that screamed slut.
My eyes gravitated to the disproportionately large 34C tits that were attached to her 5’3”, 110-pound body. Only her rounded 27-inch stomach and 35-inch hips gave some balance to the fullness of her tits, while her legs were surprisingly long for a Japanese woman. Her tits, although full, were not soft, and they directed their huge areolae and finger-thick nipples towards me through the sheer bra. Beneath her belly was a complete change as she had shaved her quim bare
“Every night,” Iku started, her hands moving to cup her 34C tits through the lace. “I thought about your cock filling me and of being used and worshipped and overwhelmed by you.” Her hands slid down her stomach to the front of her thong. “I touch myself like this, wishing it were your hands instead.”
She pushed the fabric aside, and her fingers found her pussy. It was already wet, and her hanging lips glistened. She worked her clit in slow circles as I watched. “I would cum thinking about that special day with you. Yes, the threeway was my introduction, but I later realised Mai was trying to belittle me. I understood that for me, it was all about being filled in both holes by you. About squirting over you and the sheets, and you making me insatiable.”
Her fingers moved faster. “And I started thinking about bringing Yuki here. About breaking her and finally having control over my disrespectful daughter. But more importantly, how that is the practice for what I will do to Mai.” Her voice was low and intimate against my ear. “Does that turn you on? What does the thought of us dominating and using my daughter in preparation for doing that to Mai do to you?”
Iku moaned as my fingers found her nipples, stretching and twisting them in answer to her question. Her own hand was still working between her legs, her hips rocking forward, chasing friction. “Please.” Iku’s eyes locked on mine. “Please, I need more than my fingers. I need to be filled. It’s been three weeks, and I’m starving for it.”
My hands went to my belt. “Then get on your knees, and we can start.”
Iku stripped fully and dropped immediately to her knees, on top of her expensive lingerie, now discarded on the floor. Her body was offered to me. She crawled the last few feet to me, her heavy breasts swaying, and waited while I freed my cock. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around my shaft reverently. “Missed the weight of it and the taste.”
She took me in her mouth without any preamble, and the sensation was overwhelming. Her neglected mouth opened and accepted, attempting to take me fully. Iku’s tongue worked the underside while her hand cupped my balls with just the right pressure. Three weeks ago, she had been hesitant, learning, and experimenting. Now she sucked cock with confidence and skill, applying everything I had taught her.
You have got better,” I groaned. “Been practicing on your husband?”
Iku pulled off my cock long enough to answer. “No, you know I have no sex with him. I practiced on dildos to train my throat, imagining it was your cock. I worked to become better than Mai and have sole ownership.”
She took me deep in her throat again, and my hands moved to hold the back of her head, guiding her and making her gag and choke. Iku’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away, just opened her throat wider and let me control the depth. I motioned her to her feet because I wanted to last longer. Iku stood on shaking legs and moved to the bed, bending over it, her arse pushed up and out. I watched as she reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing both holes.
“Did you practice this too?” I asked as my finger circled her arsehole. “Did you train this tight hole thinking about taking my cock in there again?”
“Yes,” Iku gasped as my finger pushed inside. “I bought plugs in different sizes, and wore them around the house, stretching and preparing myself for you.”
I slowly worked two fingers into Iku’s arse while her other hand reached around to work her clit. “Show me. Show me how well you’ve trained.”
I was behind Iku, my cock still slick with her saliva and guided my meat to her arsehole. I pressed forward slowly, and Iku moaned as I penetrated her, her sphincter stretching to accommodate my thickness. It was obvious she had been practicing as I worked my tool in more easily than her first anal three weeks previously.
“Fuck.” Iku’s voice was muffled against the bed cover. “Yes, that’s what I’ve been craving and need.”
I began to use slow, deep strokes that made her cry out with pleasure on each thrust. My arm still encircled her, and my fingers worked her clit, giving her the dual stimulation of arse fucking and clit pleasuring. Iku came with a scream, her arse clenching around my cock as her whole body shuddered. I kept fucking her through it, pushing deeper, letting her reach back between her legs to use her cum as lubrication on my cock.
“Please,” Iku sobbed. “Please come inside my arse. I need to feel it.”
But I had other ideas. I pulled back, and my cock popped free from Iku’s arse and positioned my baby maker at Iku’s pussy instead. I pushed into her pussy, which was tight and soaking wet, and the change in sensation nearly ended me immediately. She was pushing back against me, meeting each thrust, and using her hands to grip the bed for leverage to gain deeper penetration.
“This is what your daughter is going to learn,” I told Iku as I fucked her. “How to take cock. How to service. How to submit completely.”
“Yes, God, yes. Break her and teach her in the same way we will do to that bitch Mai.” Iku was incoherent with pleasure, her pussy clenching around me. “Make her understand and make her respectful. We will make her ours.” I didn’t know if she was talking about her daughter or Mai.
The taboo of it, fucking a mother while discussing dominating her daughter and Mai pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep and came hard, flooding Iku’s pussy with cum while she orgasmed again, trying to milk all my seed from my cock. It was the start of a very good two days as we seamlessly slipped into what she and I had three weeks ago. In between fucking
On the official day, Mai picked up Iku from outside the airport, where the Uber driver had let Iku and her suitcase off. Mai and Iku entered the office, and I did a great job of acting, greeting her after the three-week break while hoping Mai had not smelt my cum on the Japanese woman.
Mai looked shocked at Iku’s appearance and gave her a backhanded compliment, congratulating her on at least trying to dress more modernly as she ‘accidentally’ flashed a tit wardrobe malfunction at the Japanese. Then she got straight down to brass tacks. “Tell us about Yuki,” Mai instructed. “Everything. Her personality, her habits, her weaknesses.”
Iku ignored the taunt and organised her thoughts. “Yuki is very attractive. She’s always been beautiful, even as a child, and she has learned to weaponise it. People give her things, and men fall over themselves to please her. My husband indulges her every whim because she reminds him of me when we first met.”
She paused, pain crossing her face. “But whereas I was shy and grateful for attention, Yuki is entitled and cruel. She treats service workers like they’re invisible. She speaks to me with contempt. She spends our money without thought and expects constant praise for doing nothing.”
“Has she ever been told, no?” I asked.
“Rarely. And when she has been, she throws tantrums until she gets her way.” Iku’s hands twisted in her lap. “I know I enabled it. I wanted to give her everything I didn’t have growing up. But I created a monster.”
“What does she want?” Mai leaned forward. “What motivates her?”
“Attention. Admiration. She’s very focused on social media and has thousands of followers. She is constantly uploading photos, creating an image of perfection, desirability, and success.” Iku smiled bitterly. “She has no real substance and no skills or work ethic, just her beauty and the ability to manipulate people with it.”
“Perfect,” Mai said. “We’ll strip away the external validation first. No phone. No mirrors. No ability to perform for an audience. Then we will show her that beauty without submission is worthless to us.”
“She’s going to resist,” Iku warned. “She’ll threaten, manipulate, cry, rage. She is very good at getting what she wants.”
“Let her.” Mai’s smile was cold. “Resistance makes the breaking more satisfying. And you,” she looked at Iku directly, “are going to help us. I need what little help you are capable of in her domination.” I noticed Iku’s face tighten, but Mai did not as she continued, “As long as you know that even her own mother understands she needs to be put in her place due to her failings as a mother, you can safely leave the sexual aspects to me.”
Iku’s face flushed, and not just from having to help. Mai was taunting her. But she replied, “You want me to participate in dominating my own daughter sexually?”
“Yes. You will watch and assist when I have done the major work in demonstrating what she needs to learn.” Mai’s voice was matter-of-fact. “Think of it as the ultimate parenting. You failed to set boundaries before. Now I will set them in concrete. Yuki’s flight arrives tomorrow at two PM. We’ll bring her straight here, telling her that it’s to see the office and meet the team. But really,” her smile turned predatory, “We are bringing her to the place where she’ll be broken, and you watch and learn what a woman like me can do.”
The next afternoon, Mai and I waited in the office while Iku collected Yuki from the airport. We had prepared the space carefully and cleared our schedule, while Nguyet was at home, having been given explicit instructions to prepare a room for a new slave. At three-thirty, I heard voices in the hallway. As they got closer, I recognised Iku’s measured tones and another voice, younger, sharper, dripping with entitled disdain.”
Iku and her daughter entered. “So, this is it? This is the ‘amazing opportunity’?”, she air-quoted mockingly. “Mum, this is pathetic. Ugh, I can’t believe you’re making me do this. I’m supposed to be in Shibuya with my friends, not doing an internship at some nobody’s boring accounting firm. I will call Dad and tell him I don’t understand why I have to be here. This is so stupid. I will tell Dad I wanted to go to fashion school in Paris, not waste my time in some boring office in Australia.”
“Yuki.” Iku’s cut in. “This is Mr Sullivan and his associate, Mai. You will speak to them with respect.”
Yuki finally looked at Mai and me, her gaze travelling over us with unconcealed contempt. “Whatever. Hi. Can I go now? I need to post something online. My followers are waiting.”
She pulled out her phone. It was, of course, the latest iPhone, a 17, encased in a designer cover, and would of course be replaced with an 18 on the first day it was released. Yuki immediately started texting, ignoring everyone. Mai’s eyes met mine, and I saw the gleam of anticipation. This girl had no idea what she had just walked into.
Iku was an eighteen-year-old Japanese beauty in its purest form. She had flawless porcelain skin, shining black hair that fell past her shoulders in perfectly styled waves. My eyes shifted to her tight, athletic body and firm breasts pushing against a Gucci crop top. Further south, a toned stomach was on display, then long legs in skin-tight jeans that probably cost more than Mai’s monthly salary. She wore Cartier bracelets on both wrists, Dior sunglasses pushed up on her head and carried a Prada bag that I knew retailed for several thousand dollars. She looked like she’d raided a luxury boutique and decided to wear everything at once. Every piece screaming “Look at me, look at what I have, look at what my parents can buy me.”
But it was her face that told the real story. It was eye-catching and beautiful but completely devoid of humility or warmth. Her expression was one of constant disdain, with lips permanently fixed in a spoiled pout, and her eyes were dismissive as they swept across the office. Yuki finally looked up from her phone, her eyes sliding over me with barely concealed contempt, even though I sucked in my belly, before dismissing me entirely and fixing on Mai. “You’re like, a secretary?”
Mai, who’d been sitting at her desk in one of her fitted work dresses, stood slowly. “I’m the office manager and”
“So, a secretary.” Yuki interrupted, turning away before Mai could finish. “Mum, seriously? This is what you want me to waste my summer doing? This place is so depressing. Look at this carpet. Is it from the eighties? And those fluorescent lights are terrible for skin. It’s going to be ruined by just being here.”
She walked further into the office, her heels clicking on the hardwood, examining everything with theatrical disgust. “Don’t you people believe in interior design? This is like a museum of boring. No wonder you need interns. You probably can’t afford real employees.”
She picked up her iPhone again. “Yuki,” Mai said softly. “Put the phone down.”
“Busy.” Yuki didn’t even look up, her thumbs and fingers flying across the screen.
I said, “Put the phone down.”
“And I said I’m busy. God, are all Australians this rude?” She finished her post and looked up briefly. “Okay, I’m done here. Mum, call me a car. I want to go to the hotel and shower. Too many people in first class, and it was disgusting.”
Mai moved quickly, and with three steps she had snatched the phone from Yuki’s hand.