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Subject: (Repost) XYZ Comes Again 4/5 (Asian, mc, lt bdsm, md)
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*****
Note: This story is being posted in the alt.sex*
hierarchy. I'm old enough to be here. Are you?
If not, please read no further. Contains stuff that
you're not ready for yet. If you are not of consenting
age in your country, then you do not have the legal
right to (a) read this or (b) be in this newsgroup.
Batteries not included.
*****
To everyone else: This is a semi-true story, based on
my experiences and travels. The person named is
fictious, but may be based on fact. And yes, she was
a b****h for the three months that we went out. Just
exorcising some demons; please go easy on me
(or not). This is my first submission as an author.
Yeah, 4 is a bit short. 5 will make up for it, K?
*****
XYZ Comes Again
by Senor Rojo (mailto:senor_rojo@bigfoot.com)
The story thus far: Xian Yao Zhang, a 'foreign exchange student' and
card-carrying Communist from the PRC is in an dominant-abusive
relationship with a 'gwailao' named Ben. Ben decides to change her
attitude using Chinese medicine and some basic psychological
conditioning. In parts 1 and 2, the conditioning begins -- in part 3 XYZ
partially succumbs to the conditioning, to her untapped desires, and to
her 'white demon' boyfriend Ben.
Part 4
They both woke up around 6 in the evening, sweaty with the summer heat
of the valley. Xian was sore. Very sore, with her mother's pleasure
spheres still inside her. Surely the gwailao didn't know, couldn't feel
them within her!?
"Hey, let's take a shower together."
"What?! I won't do that! Not in the evening! The neighbors are all
around." She had to remove them!
"Look. You are sweaty. You stink. And besides, a shower would be good
for both of us." Ben started to take her hand, lead her to the shower...
She pulled away. "All right. I guess you are right. Let me change." With
that, XYZ retired to her bedroom, shutting the door. Pulling off the now
dry panties, she spread her legs, reaching into her secret place to
remove the spheres. Ayah!!! The little heavy one moved!! Rolling out of
her secret place!! Running with her juices!
***THUNK***
Ben threw open the door with a start, to be greeted with a sight -- his
'girlfriend', legs spread, dribbling her pussy juices on the bed and rug
-- and on that rug, in the puddle of her juices, the (now familiar)
smaller, heavier ball from her ben wa set.
"My..." he said, smiling at her outraged, blushing form, "we HAVE been
quite a bad girl, haven't we..."
She just stared at him, tears starting to well in her eyes, anger
starting to boil within her bosom. As he approached she mumbled, "Keep
away, you..."
"Come again?" The words were like a reed slapping her rosebud!
Ayah! Ben was upon her! Sticking his root in her red pavilion! Ayah!
Ringing the remaining sphere!
Ben withdrew. "Hey," he grinned evilly. "Something's still down there."
But Ben didn't reach in to pluck out the sphere...instead he reached
over. She didn't see him uncork the little bottle on her bedside table,
squirt the drops on the smaller ball, or pick it up. Ben went down. Xian
arched back as Ben licked her bud. Ahh.... that felt so dirty, so
goood... then- -Ayah! What was happening! What-
Ben worked the smaller one into her smaller hole.
Ayah!! It burned!!! Ayah! Suddenly he whispered in her ear--
"I know that you've been a bad girl. Now, you have to pay for that. Come
again, baby." (slap) His hand came down on her mound. Again. Again.
Again....!
XYZ's world came apart. The spheres were like feuding neighbors fighting
through the wall between the pavilions! She could feel burning on her
rosebud, increasing to the soft staccato of his hand on her mound,
ringing the spheres! What clamor! How could he...? "Ayah!! Ayah!! Ayah!!
Ayah!!" She screamed.
"Wow. Four 'Ayahs'. That's a record." He put his finger and thumb in
each hole, and began turning as he smothered her mouth with his. She
closed her eyes, stiffened, shuddering, mumbling into his mouth as he
played her. She grabbed the sheets of the bed, burning.
Ayah!! She was singing the song of the wind and rain! She didn't care!
The iciness of the spheres fed the heat in her belly! His fingers
reached as roots, burrowing into her, the larger grinding into her
rosebud, steel on her tender flesh!
"Play with yourself. Here." He guided her hands from the wet sheets to
her breasts. She flinched.
There was pressure on her bosom, on her tips, as she exploded. Her hands
darted to her breasts, relieving, and yet increasing the heat that
started at her mound.... She didn't see Ben reach over again...
<KLIK> NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...... The hum! The sound from her dreams!
"What!??" She managed to come up for air, but couldn't see past his
shoulders. "What...." As he kissed her again.
"MmmPh! Mmmph!! Mmmph!!" Ayah!, the thick quivering stick rammed into
the larger sphere! The ringing! The ringing! She screamed, and screamed
again into Ben's mouth as blackness overtook her....
Ben looked down as Xian arched her back, mashing her breasts in the
double orgasm, jetting pussy juices on her bed, her head slapping the
bed back and forth violently before she blacked out.
Ben was not finished with her yet. He pushed area below her pussy,
disgorging the smaller ball, and, taking some new panties out of her
bureau, put them on, covering the still running vibrator. He could hear
it clicking against something, deep within her.... As an afterthought,
he pulled the panties down below her triangle, and taking some of the
medicine, squirted some drops on her clit before replacing the panties
as they were.
Tucking her into bed, he found one of her silk scarves, which he
blindfolded her with. The third tape containing his voice, her Walkman;
the beads in her ears again completed his handiwork. She shuddered;
hands clenching and unclenching under the covers. He shut the door
behind him as she began to shudder and moan in Chinese. This time she
was her own prisoner.
It was eight. Ben would be back in the morning.
End of Part 4.
--
El Loco Cabron de Japon
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