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Foreign

ff, fF, bdsm, D/s

by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Mon, 13 Jun 1994 03:12:53 UTC 

This is a piece of racist trash. Oops! I meant to say this is an
exploration of the exotic sexual attraction that members of different
cultures sometimes experience.
Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Foreign

by deirdre

I lay there awake, staring at the dark ceiling. I was stunned,
wondering at myself, not believing it. I had been almost asleep when I
awoke with a start, an image in my mind. Jessica.

A female! And that's not all--a teenager! This wasn't me. Happily
married and completely hetro. Not that there is anything wrong with
being gay, but...

Jessica lived next door. I had invited her mother, Su Li over for a
swim that same afternoon. The Li's are very nice and I had wondered why
I didn't have them over more often. We enjoyed the summer weather,
swimming and so forth, but the image that came back to me that night
was from after our swim. We had just come back in the house and Su Li
told her daughter to change. I offered her a bedroom, but her mother
said she could change right there. Right in front of us, Jessica
stripped off her one-piece suit, dried herself and pulled on a
sundress. I was a little taken aback but didn't worry about it too
much.

But that night as I was falling asleep, there was that image: Jessica
naked, her smooth, slender brown body right in front of her mother and
me. And I dreamed she looked up, right at me, stood up and stared. I
almost detected a hint of a smile, but then her expression just stayed
blank. I couldn't *believe* I had these thoughts in my head!

The next time I had them over for a swim, I was nervous at first. 
Jessica was wearing her usual, modest one-piece suit (as was her
mother), and I swam a bit and soon was over my worry. Everything was as
before except I did catch myself watching Jessica a couple of times.
She did have this smooth little body--just a touch of baby fat to round
it out. I shook myself and managed to avoid making a fool of myself.

When we were done, I wondered whether things would happen like the
previous time. Something inside of me wanted to see Jessica again. But
the other part of my mind won out and I managed to avoid being anywhere
a similar situation could arise. After they left, I collapsed in a
chair, feeling exhausted, and wondered some more about myself.

The next time they came, Jessica's older sister from college came with
them. Her name was Hannah and she didn't look that much different than
Jessica. But unlike her sister, she was wearing one of the skimpiest
bikinis I'd ever seen in person!

She was like a magnet to my eyes, but I was *very* careful not to
stare. Thoughts ran through my mind: Hannah was older and it would be
*all right* if she and I had sex. Such thoughts! I'm married, with no
plans of divorce or cheating! It wouldn't be the least bit *all right*!

It was all right if I *thought* about having sex with Hannah. I snuck a
peek at her--her body was so delicious, the bikini thong barely
covering her rear. I shivered again at having such thoughts, but I
*was* a bit more comfortable with the idea of simply fantasizing about
Hannah. I had to be so careful not to let on.

I lay in bed that night, staring at the dark ceiling again. I thought
of Jessica and Hannah. Both. I made myself think of Hannah. I imagined
her changing the way I watched Jessica change. Her mother telling her
to do it, right there in front of me.

The next morning, Hannah was at my door. I invited her in, wondering
what brought her.

"You like Asians don't you?"

I stood there confused for a second. Then I started to protest in a
confused way that I certainly had no prejudices against Asians.

"No! I mean we turn you on!"

"Hannah! If your mother..."

"You can't hide it! I've discovered that lots of guys get really turned
on by Asian girls and lots of *girls* are too! I can spot it a mile
away now. I saw you: Jessica *definitely* turns you on, and I do too. 
Does my mother turn you on too?"

"I don't know where you get..."

"Would you like me to tell Mom about your lust for Jessica?" I was
dumbfounded. Then I realized my panic was showing. "Oh," she went on,
"now you feel you've revealed yourself, but I was 100% sure in any
case." She giggled at me. "You like Asians, *even* if they're little
girls! Maybe *especially* if they're little girls!"

"I..., I don't *do* anything..." I stammered. What was I going to do?

"Here," she said, "Here's a picture of Jessica trying on my bikini." 
She handed me a polaroid snapshot. I stared at it. Jessica was posing
and it was hardly covering her. "Oh, you can have it," she added.

"I don't want it." I said. I didn't make a move to give it back to her.
 My mouth was saying one thing, but my hands weren't following along.
Hannah smirked, making no move to take it from me. We just stood there.

"Well, I'll see you around," she said, smiling at me. She left, leaving
me there, holding the snapshot. I looked at it again. Jessica didn't
look so innocent posing in the bikini. It was so tiny. She was so sexy!
How could this be happening to me?

I put the snapshot in my purse, but I found myself looking it at once
in a while all day. That night I imagined Jessica in that bikini,
taking it off. My fingers worked my clitoris. My husband lay there
asleep. I came, silently.

In the morning, Hannah was at my door again.

"I've got another picture for you," she said, smirking. It was Jessica,
*nude*! I stared at it, not touching it. She was standing, her body
facing mostly away from the camera, but looking back over her shoulder
at the camera, with a slight smile on her face. I couldn't take my eyes
off it. Her rear.

"I don't want it!"

"Yes, you do! Just keep it in a safe place." She looked around and
found my purse, opened it and put the picture in it. I didn't move. 
She pulled out the other snapshot of Jessica in the bikini and grinned
at me, and put it back. I could have died right there.

"You know," she went on, "Jessica and I play some... *games*"  She had
this sly smile on her face as she waited for me to respond. I still
stood there, mute. She finally went on: "*Spanking* games." I couldn't
believe what I was hearing. My body was getting excited.  "Can you
envision Jessica getting spanked?... You're going to come play with
us."

"No!" I finally blurted out.

"Oh yes you will, or Mom will hear about your... private feelings! 
Mom's going out this afternoon--come over at 2PM. Walk in and find
us... *quietly*!"

"I can't do this." My breath was so tight, it came out barely more than
a whisper.

"Oh, but you *have* to." She had this gleeful smile on her face now. 
"See you at 2," she said as she went back out the front door.

I was a wreck the rest of the morning. I couldn't eat lunch. Part of me
was scared to death. But part of me couldn't wait. I sat, staring out
the window. I paced, which I never do. I watched the clock. I couldn't
pay attention to any reading or anything.

The front door was open. I walked in and no one was in the living room.
The house was absolutely spotless and shoes were lined up at the front
door. I took off my shoes. I walked down the hall and looked in a
bedroom, then another.

There they were! Hannah was sitting on a chair, and Jessica was face
down, over her knees! Jessica was blindfolded. Hannah had her finger
over her mouth for me to be quiet. She lifted up Jessica's dress and
pulled down her panties. I stared, not believing what I was seeing.
Then she smacked Jessica's bottom with her hand.  Jessica gave a
muffled gasp, but didn't do anything else. Hannah spanked her over and
over again, and Jessica's hands finally flew to cover her rear.

"Get your hands away or it'll be *more*!" Hannah said. I couldn't
believe she could make her voice so stern! She waited, and Jessica
finally tentatively removed her hands. "Ten more," she said. She
smacked Jessica some more... my mind couldn't help but count out the
ten ... then she said, "Stand up!" Jessica stood, still blindfolded. 
"Take off your clothes!" Jessica did it. I stared as she pulled her
dress over her head, revealing her panties and bra. She quickly
unhooked her bra, dropped it on the floor, and then stepped out of her
panties.

I was seeing her again! I couldn't believe it. I was so excited. She
just stood there, blindfolded, waiting. Hannah quietly motioned me to
come over. I was like a statue. She came quietly and grabbed my hand
and pulled me to the chair and sat me down in it. Then she went and
took Jessica's hand.

"Come with me," she said, to Jessica. She drew Jessica to me standing
her right next to my thighs, then went around me and drew Jessica down
over my knees. Then she knelt behind my shoulder. I could tell she was
trying not to let on that there was a third person present. She
whispered in my ear very quietly "Spank her!"

I looked down. Jessica's little body over my knee, completely nude.  I
was being forced to spank her. I couldn't do it.

Hannah spanked her a couple of times. "Now *you* do it, *or else*!" she
whispered. I brought my hand down on Jessica's rear. Probably not as
hard as Hannah had. "Good girl," she whispered in my ear,  "harder
now." I spanked her some more, but probably not much harder.

Then Hannah grabbed my arm and stopped me. Then she reached down
between Jessica's legs! I saw her fingers working. Jessica squirmed a
little, and I could tell she was getting excited. But she stayed there,
not trying to get away or anything. Hannah, with her other hand took my
left hand and put it on Jessica's neck, sort of holding her down. She
continued to work Jessica's cunt with her fingers. Jessica breathed
heavier. I could hear her getting closer. I knew she would come in a
second.

"Now! Spank her! As *hard* as you *can*!" Hannah whispered in my ear. I
guess I didn't move fast enough because in a second, Hannah had grabbed
my right hand and tried to smack Jessica with it. She gave up and gave
Jessica two hard smacks herself, and then thrust my hand between
Jessica's legs! I felt as she came, her body now writhing.

I watched and watched as Jessica spent herself, and finally just lay
there limp. Then Hannah ordered her to stand up. Then, Jessica still in
blindfolds, she drew her by the hand out of the room. I vaguely heard
her in the distance ordering Jessica to stand until further notice.

Hannah was back. I was still sitting. She stripped, quickly. I
stared--I'd never seen her nude before. She looked a lot like Jessica
but her breasts were more pronounced. She went to a dresser and opened
a drawer and pulled out a couple of things. One was a leather belt and
the other was *handcuffs!* I sat there, mesmerized. She came over and
gave me the belt and then put a string with a key around my neck. Then
she clicked the handcuffs around one of her wrists and facing away from
me, holding her hands behind her, told me to click them shut on the
other wrist. I did it. Then she lay over my knees and told me to use
the belt on her, as hard as I could!

"Do it! Now! Quickly!" I finally swung at her. "Harder! As hard as you
can!" I did it again and started doing it harder. She gasped and then
said "Stop!"

She got up and told me to go get her blouse. Then she told me to stuff
it in her mouth, as much as I could. "Then whip me as hard as you can.
At least fifty times!" Then she stood there with her mouth open. I
stuffed it in and she was instantly using her head to sign me to sit
back down. Then she was over my lap again. I couldn't believe this was
happening.

I whipped her, and gaining confidence, whipped her harder. Then I
remembered to count. I figured I'd whipped her at least ten times and
then counted out forty. She was squirming all over the place and trying
to yell through the gag, but she didn't get up.

Then I was done. I stopped whipping her. She lay there and I wondered
what to do. Finger her? How could my mind become so wicked?

Then she slid off and kneeled in front of me. I pulled the blouse out
of her mouth. She didn't say anything--she looked exhausted, but she
turned around so her handcuffs were toward me. I unlocked them.  She
stood up and went over to the dresser and leaned forward against it,
resting. She still looked exhausted. "Now it's your turn," she finally
said.

Once again, it was like I was waking up from a dream. *I* was going to
be spanked. She walked over to me. "Don't be shy," she said with a
little grin and she pulled me off the chair. She drew me by the hand
out of the bedroom and down to the basement. She led me through a
furnished room, through a door to a rougher room with a cement floor
and unfinished walls.

"Strip!" she said. She had turned around and was facing me. Still nude.
Once again I wasn't fast enough to suit her and she went on, "Come
now," she said with a little smile, "you're committed now and it's your
turn." Then she walked up and started unbuttoning my blouse. I put my
hands on her wrists. To stop her? I didn't--my hands just went along
for the ride as she moved down the buttons.  She was so close to me. No
closer than when I whipped her, but now she was standing nude in front
of me, taking off my clothes!

She backed up. "You finish." I slowly took off my blouse. She still
watched. I started unzipping my pants and took them off. She still
watched me, her arms folded, a little smile on her face. After another
little pause, I took off my bra and panties.

She went to a shelf and got something. She wrapped it around my
wrist--some kind of restraint, but it was soft. It attached with
velcro. Then she attached a small rope to each one and then got a stool
and looped the ropes through two hooks in one of the beams.  Then she
pulled the ropes till my arms were sticking straight up and pulled
until I was standing exactly centered under the hooks with my arms
taught. What had I let myself in for? She hooked the ropes around what
looked like a boat tie on the wall, leaving me there, standing. Then
she went and got a couple of rags. She stuffed one in my mouth and use
the other one to tie it in.

"Now we're ready," she said. And she knelt in front of me and started
fingering me! She fingered my clitoris with one hand and softly
caressed the sides of my cunt with her other hand! I was wet. She
looked up at me and smiled. I felt excitement growing in me.

I was breathing harder and getting closer. She stopped, got up and
walked out. I was facing away from the door but I heard her going
through the house.

What was I doing here? I thought abour her Mom coming home and catching
me! This was incredible--just that same morning I *never* would have
guessed anything like this might happen to me. I heard her return. She
was wearing her bikini. Jessica was with her, but was behind me. I
twisted around to see--Jessica was wearing her one-piece bathing suit.

Hannah knelt in front of me again. "Now your *real* training begins,"
she said with a grin. She reached and touched me again, working me back
into the same state I was in before. She stopped again.

"I'm going to get you as close to coming as I can," she said, looking
up at me. "Then I'll keep you there till you shake your head yes. Then
Jessica will use the belt on you and I'll make you come." Where did she
*get* such ideas? I'd never *heard* of such a thing! "After we do this
a few times," she went on, "you'll learn to *anticipate* the whipping,"
she said and she grinned at me.

She was fingering me again! I was so close! Then she just used one
finger to slowly caress the sides of my cunt. She *almost* entered. 
That's all she did! I couldn't *stand* it, I was *so* close. She looked
up at me as she kept up her slow torture. "Do you want me to *lick*
you?" she asked? Something touched my rear. Jessica. The belt? Hannah
took her finger away and pantomimed a kiss towards my cunt. Then she
returned her finger. "Ready?" she asked again.

I shook my head yes. Pain suddenly seared through my rear. Hannah
leaned down and pushed her tongue into my cunt, then started licking my
clitoris. Pain again! I couldn't *believe* the feeling of Hannah
licking me! I writhed there, standing up, hanging from my wrists! I
can't describe it, I had *never* come like that before!

I was left hanging by my wrists. Hannah stood in front of me and got a
little stool so her head was level with mine. She put her head close
and smiled.

"That was just the *beginning*, my little dear," she said. I found my
footing. She knelt in front of me again, gave me a coy smile and
started fingering me again!

I had so many orgasms that afternoon! I couldn't believe it--my body
was ready again and again, even when I felt exhausted! It was always
the same: they brought me close, and when I gave them a nod, Hannah
licked me and Jessica used the strap on my rear! After a while, Hannah
would wait a bit after Jessica started--a few seconds--but they were so
exquisite!

Finally they released me. Jessica left and Hannah stayed with me while
I dressed, still in that obscene bikini. She came up the stairs with
me. I noticed a clock--it was 4PM. Hannah looked happy-- radiant
almost--and I still felt a tug in my heart for her.

"A few more sessions like that, and you'll *really* be something," she
said and she pulled me down by the neck and kissed me on the lips.
"Tomorrow at 2PM," she said and she left, leaving me to let myself out.

I was exhausted that evening and ended up begging my husband to go out
to eat. After that, we watched TV but I couldn't get into it and later,
I ended up staring at the dark ceiling again.

But the next morning I felt more normal. I worked around the house,
doing some cleaning up, though I did feel something like a zombie, just
going through the motions. I kept looking at the clock. I was both
anticipating and dreading the passage of time.

Hannah met me at the door. There were two other people in the living
room--a young woman, probably in her early twenties, possibly in
college; and an oriental lady. I couldn't tell how old she was. Hannah
invited me in to sit down. Jessica was no where to be seen. I figured
they had received unexpected visitors.

Hannah introduced us. The young woman's name was Jennifer and the
oriental woman's name was Grace. Jennifer was absolutely beautiful,
like a model except that she was more petite--no taller than the
oriental women. She had long, light brown hair. I looked at Grace
again. She had her own kind of beauty--she had that *ageless oriental*
look. They were both dressed in summer dresses as was Hannah.

"Jennifer is fully trained," said Hannah. It was the first thing anyone
said that was out of the ordinary. "Show her," she said to Grace.

Grace nodded at Jennifer. Jennifer stood up and took off her clothes! 
She was nude in 30 seconds. Then she went to her pocketbook and pulled
out a headband and then lay down on her back on the carpet, right in
the middle of the living room! She had her knees in the air, her legs
apart, and she put on the headband and adjusted it exactly over her
eyes like a blindfold.

Grace stood up and pulled off her dress. Then she took off her panties,
leaving herself in nothing but a bra. Then she knelt over Jennifer's
head, lowering her crotch right over Jennifer's face. I saw Jennifer's
head start moving a little.

Hannah drew me up out of my chair and brought me around to look at them
from a couple of angles, making sure I could see that Jennifer was
licking. "She was like you," she finally said. "Grace..., *developed*
her. Grace is good at it--she has several such slaves now--a little
harem!"

"I have a little teenage girl who helps me do the training," said
Grace. "She is part european--that actually makes her even *more*
appealing to many of you. Jennifer would just *die* for her."  Jennifer
still just lay there, licking. Then Grace stood up. Jennifer sort of
searched with her mouth if you can imagine such a thing, then just lay
there. Grace nodded to Hannah, who immediately started undressing.

When she was completely nude, she straddled Jennifer's head and knelt
and Jennifer started licking her immediately. Hannah's face
changed--her mouth hung open and for a second she was staring into
space. Then her eyes followed me, but her mouth remained wide open. I
could see her breathing.

Grace drew me out of the room. She was still dressed only in a bra.  We
went down the hall and into a bedroom. Jessica was in there.  She was
standing in a corner, facing it. She was dressed only in
panties--rather conservative cotton panties, but I stared at her just
the same. At her bare back... and the cotton stretched over her little
rear. She didn't move--just stood there with her hands at her sides.

Grace turned and drew me to sitting on the bed. "I think..." she
started, then paused. She put a hand under my chin and turned my face
right toward her. "I *think* you don't *need* the kind of training they
were giving you," she finally continued. She leaned toward me, her head
close to mine. She said quietly, barely above a whisper, "I think you
will respond well enough to a different kind of training."

She leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth. It was the
most erotic thing I ever recall. We just kissed and kissed, sitting
there on the side of the bed.

Finally she broke away. She looked serious, but I detected a little
smile... not a smirk, but a very slight smile. I felt like I would do
*anything* she told me to. "You're *definitely* one who will take your
training much quicker *this* way," she said. She could read my mind.
She leaned over and kissed me again, but just brushing my lips. I
wanted more! I heard Hannah coming in the living room.  Jessica still
just stood there.

"Hannah..." said Grace, thoughtfully. "She'll train well too." I was
confused. "You'll come live with me," she continued. It was outrageous.
My husband. But it seemed so *possible* while I sat there with Grace.

Then she smiled. "Oh, I'll take care of your husband. I'll give Hannah
to him--he'll love having a little Asian girl-toy. He'll have is cock
up her cute little ass every night. *You*...," she paused, and smiled
again. "You will do wonders.  You will seduce their mother for me.  Oh
yes, it will work... lots of Asians are attracted to western women,
just like the other way around. I've got *plans* for her..., and *you*!
Have you taken it in the ass?" I sat there mute. She leaned over and
put her lips on my ear. "Have you?" she said right in my ear. "No!" I
said in a breathless whisper. "Good!" she said, drawing away again.
"That's *one* beginning I plan to witness. Go back and kiss Hannah."

"Go!" she repeated, more forcefully, and I got up and left. She just
sat there. Hannah was still straddling Jennifer. Her eyes were closed,
she was writhing and breathing hard. I knew she had come at least once.
I knelt in front of her. She was so sexy. I grabbed her head and put my
lips on her. Her eyes flew open and she looked shocked. Then she kissed
me back, hard. She was so driven. She seemed to be having trouble
breathing. I drew back and looked at her. Her eyes were closed again
and she looked like I was completely out of her mind. I reached up and
touched her breast. Her eyes flew open again, seeing me there. Then she
was back in her private reverie as I carressed. I could tell that she
was going to come again soon. Jennifer just kept licking.

I stood up and walked back to the bedroom. Grace was laying face down
on the bed, her legs hanging off. She was blindfolded and gagged and
her ankles were bound, and her arms were bound behind her with some
kind of weird restraints that looked like long gloves.  They were laced
together, pulling her elbows so close together that it looked painful.
Jessica was behind her, pushing a dildo in her rear.  Jessica was still
in her underpants. She looked up at me, but with no expression on her
face. It was exactly like the look she had given me in my dreams.




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