I woke up first and lay alone on the sofa, bathed in sunshine and happiness. The girl I loved was well and truly mine again, and I had her climax twice in the space of a few hours. I laughed inwardly at Jerry’s impotent arrogance, his desire for the girl he would never have. She was mine, and I knew then I wanted her to be mine forever. Victory was mine and it tasted sweet.

All of which made what happened next harder to fathom. For, within hours, I undid all that I had striven so hard to repair. Yet there I lay, content and thoroughly oblivious to how close my finger was to the self-destruct button.

Before she returned to her parents my nineteen year old Asian girlfriend May asked to use my laptop and my interest was raised by her asking me how to spell words in English. When I asked who she was writing to her reply was vague. It was Jerry. Later that day, after she had left, I noticed she was still signed in to her email account. Curiosity drove me to read back through the several emails they had sent. All were assuredly professional, devoid of flirtation and ambiguity. Yet, what I had feared to find, I had hoped to find.

I hesitated as my mouse hovered over the ‘sign out’ button. I had enjoyed the voyeurism of reading the words shared between my girlfriend and this man that lusted after her. And as I hesitated a plan began to form. I dismissed it, yet it refused to go, taunting my morals that I had the right to know what the girl I loved was saying.

My hesitation was persuaded by the immediacy of his reply to her earlier email and my plan swung into action. I set up a new email address, one digit from hers and emailed him from it, telling him it was her new email address, signed of course, in the way she signed off hers, ‘Ka May’. I re read his and marked it unread. Then I set up another email account, one digit from his and emailed her, telling her it was his new email address, signed off of course as ‘Regards Jerry’. And that was it.

I felt wonderfully empowered. Aware that May could not risk giving him her phone number, email would be their only form of contact and every word they shared would now pass unknowingly through me. My jealousy was well and truly subjugated. And that is where the story should have ended, but it isn’t. Had it, then none of what followed would have tortured us as it did.

They unquestionably accepted that each had a new email address, and, for a few days, I watched the daily emails between them, copying and pasting them on to each other. She read them at lunchtime, in her university library and his replies were often instant. He told her he was organising one more summer camp in Hong Kong before returning to the States. As harmless as they were, there was no need now for them to be emailing each other. I decided to put her honesty to the test.

‘Have you heard anything from Jerry?’ I asked casually over the phone.

‘Just an email from him saying he is working at another school. Why?’

‘No reason, just wondered.’ Why was I disappointed that she didn’t lie?

Her replies became steadily infrequent, but his remained eagerly rapid. Then her replies stopped altogether. It was my chance to extract myself from my subterfuge. I didn’t take it. I replied for her, only this time I praised his organisation and told him how much I, she, enjoyed working with him. And he didn’t miss the sudden personalization of the emails. Soon they were flowing between us.

‘I enjoyed working with you too May. You look so good dancing,’ he wrote.

‘Do you mean I look good? Or my dancing is good?’ Was the reply I sent from her email to him.

‘Both! Your dancing is good and you look real good. You have a real cute butt!’

It aroused me, knowing how lustfully Jerry had been staring at and admiring my girlfriend’s sexy Asian ass. I didn’t forward it to her email, but I wanted to know more and asked him when he saw it.

‘When you danced, when you wear shorts, in your bikini of course…’ He replied with a big smiley face.

It was a clear attempt to sexualize the relationship that had hitherto been one of strictly boss and employee. On her behalf I accepted the invitation. ‘You look so strong Jerry, so fit.’

It was like throwing gas onto a fire. Sensing my girlfriend found him attractive, his lust for her exploded in a succession of quickly typed emails. He wrote how had he liked her for years and could not stop thinking of her. He wrote how he assumed she was unavailable, how he wanted to ask for her number but knew he couldn’t. He asked if she would ever date a white man and begged ‘her’ to send a photo.

I played along, enjoying it more and more and the next time she stayed at my apartment I guiltily asked her if I could take photos of her in her black bra and panties. Knowing as I took it that Jerry would see my girlfriend in her sexy underwear. Wrongly, knowing that she had no idea that he would see her like that instantly aroused me, and I fucked her quickly, again too quickly for her, on the sofa.

Jerry had never doubted the authenticity of who he was emailing and any last possibility of their friendship being professional again was blown away by the crudity of his reply when he saw the photo. He confessed how every time he was near her she unknowingly gave him an erection and how he continually imagined what she might look like naked. I knew the feeling well having had it for five months at the start of our relationship.

The questions were thick and fast, what kind of underwear do you wear? Are you shaved, natural or trimmed? I began to find it more and more arousing and the reply I sent from her email address was deliberately provocative and told him that if he was still in Bangkok then he might find out the answers. Aware that their relationship could never again be as innocently platonic as it was, but aware also that the chance of them meeting again was virtually zero, I encouraged him to be ever more open, more crude about his desires for my girlfriend.

I told him how much she had fantasized about big white cocks, which, whilst true, was the last thing she would have wanted him, or anyone else who knew her, to know. His reply was that he could not stop masturbating thinking about her, and he attached two photos, one showing his naked, hard cock hovering over a printed photo of her in her black underwear and the second of her picture splattered with his cum.

I stared at it. His cock unnervingly close to the camera, fully erect, the muscle bursting through the foreskin with the raw masculine power that mine lacked. There was no question that it was both longer and thicker than mine, there was also no question just how much it craved to be inside my girlfriend. It was both a pity and a relief that she had no interest in it.

I looked at the second photo, at how he had defiled her innocence Asian face with splatters of cum. My eyes flicked between her face, her submissive smile and the dominating power of his fearsome white cock. And I wanked furiously.

‘You have such a big white cock,’ I replied, and I wasn’t lying.

The disconnection with reality that the internet can cause had given me a veil of safety in replying on her behalf, yet his reply tore that down and brought me firmly back to reality. He said he could not return to the USA without meeting her, and he wanted to change his plans, fly to Bangkok for a weekend and meet her.

Indecision wracked me. For weeks May had assumed their emails had stopped, and she had not spoken his name during that time. As far as she was concerned, he was gone, possibly forever. Only now he was coming back, and now he had seen her in her underwear and assumed she had seen his big cock. And now he wanted to fuck her. All of which she knew nothing about.

It was another opportunity to extricate myself from the hole of deceit I had dug for myself. How easy it would be to reply to tell him she was unavailable. For reasons I may never truly understand, I didn’t. With some amendments, I forwarded the email to her real address and several days later, May casually mentioned that Jerry had emailed her and asked if she would meet him for a drink.

My reaction was explicitly muted. It was her reaction I was interested in. She didn’t mind meeting him or not and insisted that if she did it was not a date, only a coffee. Later that night, as we made love, I whispered to her that next weekend she might be in bed with Jerry. Her murmured reply was accompanied by her hands stroking down my gently thrusting back.

‘Don’t make me think of him or you will turn me off.’

I couldn’t help it and my rhythmic thrusts were fueled by the memory of the photo he sent of his big cock. I looked down at her cute face, cleared her long, silky hair from her eyes, stared into their dark oriental innocence and wondered how different her face would look if Jerry was fucking her. As I pondered whether his big white cock would fit inside her tight little Asian pussy, I imagined it.

‘I love you so much May!’ I gasped, desperately trying to ease her disappointment that once again, I was going to leave her unsatisfied.

May was not fooled by my attempt to distract her with a declaration of love. Her frequent feeling of disappointment after we made love was becoming a sexual frustration, one which she began to sense I could not help her with. Her eyes were increasingly open towards other men, yet the thought of being unfaithful to me was the antithesis of her natural fidelity. It seemed an insurmountable barrier to the reality of it happening. That was about to change.

In the morning she wrote the email and sent it to the address I had set up in his name. I forwarded it with the addition of ‘please do not mention anything we have said in the emails or I will be really shy.’ His immediate reply was to laugh and promise he wouldn’t and to say he couldn’t wait and had booked his flight and hotel.

As the days neared, his emails, which I didn’t forward to her, became more expectant and more explicit. He hoped she was as submissive as she looked, I replied she was, and told how he wanted to get her back to his hotel room and ‘give her little ass a good spanking.’ Adding she would be his first Thai girl, he told how he fantasized about ‘licking her Thai cunt for hours.’ I replied how badly she wanted to suck his big white dick safe in the knowledge that it would not happen.

The night before he flew, his final emails contained his darkest desires. He craved to defile her innocence, to use her roughly and make her his Thai slut. Wrongly, so wrongly, the words he used to describe my sweet little girlfriend aroused me. I told him how she loved the name and could call her worse. His reply included the photo of her I had sent him before in her black underwear, with the words Thai slut emblazoned across her bare stomach. He signed off, ‘See you tomorrow my Little Asian Fuckdoll.’ I came looking at it.

It was to be a perfect tease. This coarse, arrogant and thoroughly dislikeable man, was about to be undone by his arrogance, by her rejection. How dare he dream that a girl so cute, so pretty and so innocent like May would agree to be his sexual plaything. I almost felt sorry for him as I smiled at the fruitlessness of his journey. Yet beneath the smugness lurked the Achilles Heel of my plan. She was still oblivious to the crudity in the emails and that niggled at my confidence.

May was nonchalant about meeting him. Several times she questioned why she was meeting him and suggested cancelling it, and each time I gently encouraged her to. She found him neither mentally or physically attractive and was unaware that he liked her and sure that he liked her friend. She did admit that he was good fun and that meeting him, at the very most, might be ‘interesting’.

The night before they had arranged to meet, I lay with my girlfriend on the sofa, watching a movie and stroking her hair. The next night she would meet him for an hour, after which I would meet her, and we would go for dinner.

‘What if Jerry tries to kiss you?’ I asked as she lay with her head in my lap.

‘Don’t be silly,’ she replied dismissively.

‘You will tell me won’t you? If anything happens.’

‘Nothing is going to happen. I don’t even like him.’ She said with more than a hint of frustration and she began to sense that her meeting him aroused me.

‘Well, if it does it’s fine, but just tell me okay?’

‘Meaning you want me to sleep with him?’ She sat, confused by my indecision, frustrated by my inability to satisfy her and angered by my inference that she was going on a date.

‘I don’t mean that,’ I replied unsure what I did mean.

She walked out onto the balcony, shaking her head. I followed her wrapping my arms around her tiny body and buried my face into her long silky hair. As her hands entwined with mine in front of her and she told me not to worry and that she loved me. Below us the incessant noise of Bangkok seemed as distantly unreal as a movie. Somewhere above us, in the star spangled sky, an American man was sitting on an aeroplane, getting ever closer, with the sole intention of fucking my girlfriend. We didn’t make love that night.

The next day we spent lazing around, my apartment filled with the love we shared and punctuated by loving kisses. Yet as the hours ticked away it became the strangest of evenings, watching my girlfriend calmly get ready to meet another man. Her calmness was in direct contrast to my mood of extreme agitation. Uncertainty plagued me and jealousy mingled with excited anticipation as I listened to her sweetly singing in the shower.

When she emerged, she teased me with her towel, wiggling her little Asian ass as she dried herself. With my arousal already ignited, her sexy young bottom was utterly irresistible. I threw myself to the floor behind her and stared up at those pert brown cheeks. May giggled and danced teasingly above me, her firm little ass gyrating seductively inches above my face. I grasped her slim hips and held her still.

To my delight, as I gripped her hips she bent forward, placed her hands on the dressing table, raised herself on tiptoes and cutely stuck out her pert Thai ass. She knew where I wanted to lick her, and, for the first time, her shyness had gone. She wanted to feel my tongue licking and probing her ass. I gently pulled her cheeks apart and angled her so that the evening twilight illuminated her most private hole, excitedly aware that I was the only man in the world to see it.

May waited patiently as my eyes admired the view of her beautiful brown cheeks and tight little hole. Then I stretched my tongue out and when I felt the firmness of her cheeks pushing back at my face and heard her giggle, I knew I was near. I pushed my tongue out and pressed my face until the tip of my tongue found her hole and licked lovingly over the exquisite tightness. Each lick made both of us sigh loudly, our pleasure equal.

My lips moved over her taut young cheeks, smothering them in urgent kisses, but my tongue tip was magnetically drawn to her tight asshole. The pertness of her cheeks frustrated my attempts to hold them open as much as I wanted and I moved her hips, trying to position her to get as much access for my tongue as I could.

‘Wait,’ May asked, then to my delight, she moved the dressing chair, knelt on it with her knees spread and arched her back. Then, as my eyes widened, she reached behind and gently held her cheeks open. ‘Is this better?’

‘Fuck yes!’ I cried, staring briefly before burying my face into her bottom and drilling my tongue tip into her tight asshole. Her ass pushed back onto my face, her desire to feel my tongue inside matching the hunger of my probing, thrusting tongue. It curled and twisted and finally my tongue tip slid inside and I thrust my face at her ass, tongue fucking her wildly with every thrust making her gasp loudly.

I lifted her thighs so that I could get right under her, but as she placed her foot on a chair, her hand covered her pussy. I tried to unpeel her tightly clamped fingers, but they refused to budge, and she shyly mewed to dissuade me. With my curiosity piqued, I pulled them off and saw why she was reluctant to let me see. Her neatly trimmed thatch of black hair had gone.

‘Oh May!’ I cried, ‘You shaved your little pussy!’

‘Stop,’ she giggled shyly. ‘I didn’t mean to, my razor slipped.’

I held her hands away and looked at her freshly shaved pussy. It looked beautiful, but my long suppressed concern that she liked Jerry, resurfaced. I wondered again whether there lurked deep within her a desire to submit to this bestial, ugly man. I stroked my tongue approvingly along her bare, tight slit as she shuddered.

‘I’ll be late,’ she protested. I stopped.

May hurriedly changed, and when she reappeared, I had my second surprise of the night. She wore a white tee shirt and a short, pleated grey skirt. She looked younger than her nineteen years and much too innocent to have written the crude emails. Indeed the outfit made her look like a flirty schoolgirl ,and I knew that was going to be a red flag to the bull like Jerry. I wondered how long it would be before the big cock I had seen in the photo was hard.

May’s feelings had taken her by surprise. The indifference she had felt towards meeting him all week had begun to evolve the moment she had begun to physically prepare to meet him. The wrongness of meeting him had begun to excite her. The thought of teasing him and me, by wearing a short skirt accentuated that excitement. Although it took years for her to admit, the vulnerability she felt in wearing a short skirt in the knowledge she was meeting this strong white man, had deepened that excitement into a state of arousal.

She hurried around my apartment, checking her phone, checking her make up, checking her hair and with a quick kiss on my cheek she opened the door and waved goodbye. Then she was gone, leaving an empty silence and a perfumed cloud behind her. I stared at the shut door, wondering what I had done, what would happen and regrets began to seep into my mind, but I worried it was too late.

For an hour, I paced nervously around my apartment, my phone in my hand and as the time she had promised to call passed, my fears grew that he had discussed the emails with her. I checked my phone was working, stared at it, willed it to ring but as a second hour approached I could wait no longer. I called her.

Jerry was already at Starbucks when May arrived, waiting with his arms spread out on the sofa. His welcoming smile relaxed her and she recalls how a man had never looked at her before in the way that he did then. When she stood in front of him and gave him the traditional Thai ‘wai’ of welcome, his wild, staring eyes openly denuded her, reluctantly leaving her thighs to return to her eyes.

She sat upright on the armchair opposite, her hands on her lap, his eyes continually returning to the gap he hoped to see between her tightly clasped knees.

In contrast to her demure meekness Jerry exuded confidence. He talked loudly of his successes, of how his summer camps were becoming big business and of how they were expanding to more and more countries.

May listened obediently, smiling sweetly and nodding politely to show she understood, aware that others in the café were turning to see the source of the loud voice. His arrogance and brash confidence began to affect her. Her shyness and her lack of confidence stemmed from an inherent sense of inferiority when speaking with, particularly white, older males. The more he spoke of his superiority, the more it invoked her own sense of inequality and enhanced her feeling of vulnerability.

By the time he returned with second drinks after their allotted hour had passed, she was captivated by the strength of his presence and had not looked at the time. His fierce eyes demanded the attention of hers and she obliged, only daring to look at his shoulders or chest when she felt his eyes were no longer on hers. She no longer noticed his lack of handsomeness, his confidence and his strength had magnetized her eyes and the world around her began to fade

Rarely did he ask her questions and when he did, she answered politely and always with the sweetest of smiles. In the summer camp May, like all the other girls, had always intensely felt her position to him of being his subordinate given the self-importance he exuded as their boss. Alone with him, her sense of inferiority grew by the minute. The pervasive strength of his dominating presence made her begin to feel lucky she was lucky to be with him.

She obliged immediately when he patted the sofa and invited her to sit beside him and when he suggested she relaxed and sat back so that his eyes could scour over her she obeyed unquestioningly. When he lowered his voice to tell her how attractive she looked she felt a pride and relief that she hadn’t expected to feel and smiled her thanks. When he told her he had booked a table at a restaurant she accepted without a second thought. And every attempt at a joke induced a girlish giggle and in the midst of one, her phone rang.

She answered with a voice fresh from laughing and half-heartedly apologized for forgetting to call me. Her vagueness confused me, I had expected her to feel relief on hearing my voice, but I sensed my plan was moving in a direction I hadn’t expected. Yet knowing she was with another man reminded me just how strongly I loved her. Meet her now, quickly and it had worked out perfectly. I would bring her home and lick and fuck her beautiful shaven pussy.

‘So where shall I meet you for dinner?’ I asked confused further by the wait I endured for her answer.

‘It’s fine, mai pen rai (no problem) you can order a delivery. We are about to go for dinner, I will see you later. Bye.’

An irrational anger seized me as the line went dead. What fucking bye? I called her back immediately.

‘What’s wrong?’ She answered curtly. ‘You said if I decide to go for dinner with him it’s okay. So I am.’

I did, but in my wildest dreams I hadn’t expected it to happen. It had been the source of many wild dreams, but to this sudden reality I had no answer. In the background I heard his loud voice, brashly asking her who was calling her.

‘It’s okay,’ she whispered to me, walking away. ‘Don’t embarrass me, stop worrying.’

‘I thought you didn’t like him.’ I could not hide my worry in my voice.

‘He’s not like I thought, he’s a nice man, polite and kind. I will see you later.’ May thought of turning her phone off, but decided not to, yet.

Oh you are so fucking naïve, I wanted to shout. Yet I couldn’t because I knew what she didn’t. I knew how he planned to make my sweet innocent girlfriend his Asian Fuck Doll, his Thai Slut. How he planned to pull her hair, spank her hard and use her. My helplessness fuelled my frustration, my anger.

I waited. My feet drummed on the floor, I chewed my fingernails and tried to prevent the pictures that crept back into my mind of Jerry on top of my little girlfriend ramming that big white cock mercilessly into her tight Thai cunt. I knew how badly he wanted her and sensed the moment he had the chance he would try to get his hand under her short, grey skirt. And I suddenly realized how vulnerable my cute girlfriend was to this rough American with her innocent Asian eyes, her sweet smile and schoolgirl skirt.

I was unaware that several kilometres away Jerry sat across the table from her, her little hand tightly engulfed across the table by his. Under the table his thick white dick was surely hardening in anticipation of parting the young Thai thighs opposite. May had felt overawed by the formality of the restaurant and her excessive politeness betrayed her desire to impress her former boss. She began to crave his approval.

Jerry made sure the waiters saw her hand in his, understood they were a couple and insisted on referring to her as his girlfriend when he ordered for her. When she asked for water, he told the waiter that his girlfriend would like wine and May loved his confident decisiveness. No longer did she need to worry about doing or saying the wrong thing, his decisiveness gave her freedom from that worry, all she needed to do was follow and obey.

Forever awkward when I tried holding her hand in public, claiming ‘Thai people would think badly of her for holding a white man’s hand,’ it felt different having her hand held by his. The strength of his large white hand reinforced her own fragility, his confidence gave her security and for the first time in her life she began to feel not the equality of dating, but the inequality of being owned. When they left the restaurant, her hand sought the comfort of his and did not let go until he had led her deep into the disco.

A further hour had passed and my anxiety was boiling over. I tried calling her in vain, five, six, seven times. I didn’t care. Where is she? Finally she answered her voice tiny and overshadowed by the din of music.

‘Sorry, I didn’t hear you call; we just walked into a disco.’

‘Which one?’

‘I don’t like it, it’s so noisy and crowded. We won’t stay long.’

‘Which one? Where are you?’

‘Nana Disco.’

I put the phone down, threw some clothes on, raced downstairs and flagged a taxi. I knew the disco, every foreigner who frequented bars knew it, and it was in a desperately seedy, noisy basement of a hotel. It was most definitely not a place for an innocent girl like May. I hated every car ahead that slowed me, cursed every red traffic light until thirty long minutes later I arrived at the hotel.

I dashed through the foyer and plunged down into the heaving, chaotic disco. Edging my way through the crowds my eyes frantically searched. It was him I was searching for, his tall, balding white head surely conspicuous. Yet as I scoured the seats in the alcoves in vain I began to sense they had left already. Maybe she had returned to my apartment as she had said she was going to, I told myself.

I turned behind to the dance floor and there they were, almost beside me. My heart quickened. Neither had seen me and I quickly stepped back. I had found them, but what now? Part of me hungered to reclaim her like a knight in shining armour, but I knew I would embarrass myself with my uncertainty. I moved to a better vantage point and watched them.

Tall and white, Jerry cut a unique figure at the edge of the dance floor, his face creased with undeniable smugness, his eyes fixed on the tiny figure of my girlfriend dancing in front of him. And I stared at my girlfriend in wide eyed horror. Not only was she wearing a skirt like a flirty schoolgirl, she was dancing like one too. Her arms out, elbows bent as her little hips swayed with suggestive slowness, her eyes gazing up to his imploringly. I turned to him, and followed his gaze that flicked between her smile and her seductive hips, gently moving, for him.

I looked around. The club was too busy for anyone else to have noticed her, but Jerry was not interested in anyone else, and she was not dancing for anyone else. And her subtly delivered message was clear to him, I might be young and small, but I am really good at riding dick. Everything I had feared to find, I found in those swaying hips and everything Jerry wanted lay between them. I knew then the power he had inexplicably exerted over my girlfriend.

May’s cheeks were lightly tinged with the flush of alcohol, but her smile was untainted by it. She moved towards him and as she neared, his hand wrapped around hers so casually that I knew it wasn’t the first time that evening they had held hands. His arm went protectively around her shoulder and publicly claiming her as his, he led her to a curved sofa in a hidden alcove and as they sat I saw beyond doubt that at some point during the evening, they had become a couple.

Jerry sat first and May snuggled beside him, relaxed and smiling as his strong arm pulled her as close as he could get her. I watched helplessly as he repeatedly lowered his face to her ear and made May giggle and smile with his unheard words. Only later did I discover that he was trying to guess the colour of her underwear and making her giggle as he did. But as I watched, his face remained by her ear and her expression changed. Her eyes closed, she bit her lip, and I realized Jerry was now licking, kissing her ear, and she was unable to hide her pleasure.

Jerry’s hairy beast like hand stroked her soft brown cheek, gently trying to guide her pretty face, her mouth, towards his. The noise and the crowds ceased to exist as I stared spellbound at her static face, her resistance to his persuading hand, both aware that if their lips met it would confirm their coupling, neither aware that several metres away, I was watching.

Her eyes opened and slowly, she turned towards him, her eyes rising to meet his as Jerry lowered his mouth towards my girlfriend’s lips. I knew May would be tentative, shy about the eyes of the public seeing a much older white man kiss her and shy that this ugly man who had been her boss wanted to kiss her. Several times her lips brushed against his and I urged her silently to withdraw, but Jerry was surely sensing how close he was getting to denuding my girlfriend, to having his first Thai pussy; his fingers tightened around her young cheek.

I gasped audibly as his mouth thrust hungrily onto hers, and my girlfriend’s lips opened obediently for him. She tilted her head willingly, wanting his tongue and how he gave it to her. His desire for her was unleashed and he grasped her teenage face with both his hands and thrust his tongue rhythmically into her mouth. May made no attempt to resist, taking his tongue, sucking it and loving it with her lips and mouth. Jealousy, and anger and embittered sadness intensified within me, yet arousal stayed me. My cock was undeniably hardening.

Their lips were locked together and my eyes were locked on their writhing lips, unable to move. Jerry released his hands from her face and stroked them down over her until they rested ominously on her bare legs. There his hairy white hands caressed her smooth brown legs, sliding unchecked under the hem of her little grey skirt to feel her young Asian thighs.

When their lips parted both their expressions had changed. Jerry’s face bore the grim masculinity of dominance awakening, his eyes glowering into hers. May looked up timidly, her oriental eyes filled with docility and her mouth still open showing her readiness and desire for his kiss.

The thought of being seen kissing a white man had not entered her mind. She hungered for his approval and she felt it in his kiss and she needed more. Her hands stroked over his powerful arms, and as her fingers paused on his biceps, she felt lucky to be able to touch them. Never before had she touched such masculine strength and never before had she felt so vulnerable and so feminine.

Despite his looks, Jerry had the strong white body that May had dreamt of so many times in her bedroom. Now finally, she had overcome her shyness to admit it to herself and in the admiration of her touch, admit it to him. Jerry’s eyes scoured lustfully over my girlfriend’s tiny body. As he stared at her firm little tits, as his fingers caressed her young thighs, he sensed he was moments away from opening them and fucking the little Thai pussy he thought he would never see.

Unsure whether to cry or wank myself off in front of them, I staggered away, drunk with emotional confusion and riven by indecision. I was aware of strange glances from strangers, but cared not what they thought of me. My mind was full. Respite was nowhere to be seen, every girls face reminded me of what my girlfriend was doing and every white male face mocked his seduction of the girl I loved.

My arousal compelled me to return, to see more and I hurried back to my vantage point to see where they had been, for in my absence they had gone. I stared wildly around, my eyes returning to the empty sofa as if they would reappear, but their bill was paid and my hopes were futile. I frantically hurried to the exit, through the foyer and out into the humid night air.

There they were, in the taxi queue to my right. Jerry towered menacingly over her, his arm around her tiny waist and hers around his. His hand rested openly on my girlfriend’s bottom. I stopped in my tracks fixated by his hand as it publicly squeezed and fondled my girlfriend’s bottom through her skirt. I knew now she wasn’t coming home and so did everyone else in the queue.

As they climbed into a taxi I checked my phone and realized I had four missed calls from her. Shit. I hurried away from the noise of the street until a succession of alleys minimized the background noise. Then I called her. She answered happily, without a trace of guilt.

‘Where are you?’ She asked me.

‘I just came out to get food, where are you?’ I panted.

‘In a taxi.’

‘With….Jerry?’

‘Yes.’ Unknown to me, May, snuggled beside him in the taxi, lifted her lips to his in a lingering seductive kiss.

‘I can guess where you are going…’ I asked and waited for her answer.

‘Ummm he wants me to go to his hotel.’ May whispered. The word ‘wants’ offered a chance, a final chance that the otherwise inevitable could be averted. Yet I knew it had to be her choice, I had to give her the freedom I had promised, however much it hurt.

‘Do you want to go?’ I asked, unsure what I wanted her answer to be.

‘Do you want me to?’ Her question threw it back to me.

‘It isn’t about what I want May. It is your choice.’ There was silence, except for the hum of her taxi. ‘I will love you just as much if you go.’ How it hurt to admit that, but it was true.

‘Okay,’ she replied pensively. ‘I will see you tomorrow.’ She turned to him with the smile that confirmed herself as his.

‘May, promise me you will keep your phone on, I want to listen to you, to both of you.’

‘Really? Are you sure?’ She sounded uncertain.

‘Yes. May are you going to suck Jerry’s cock?’ I wanted to hear her say it.

‘Mmmm yes. Okay, I’ve got to go.’

And she was gone.

I leant back against the damp alley wall, surrounded by black empty squares of forlorn buildings, opened my shorts and released my throbbing erection. I closed my eyes as I wanked, recalling the passion of their kisses and his big white hand groping her sexy little ass through her skirt. I knew that shortly he would have that skirt up and would be spanking her Asian ass, but I had no idea how she would react.

I pictured his big white cock that my girlfriend was going to suck for him. I pictured him taking her pink panties down, spreading her thighs and ending his wait to see her nakedness fully exposed. What would he say and think when he saw her freshly shaven Asian cunt?i pictured his rough face between her lovely thighs and his words came to me, my sweet girlfriend was about to be his little Thai slut.

I came wildly, spurting into the grimy black puddles. Several streets away, as I zipped my trousers up, Jerry having led my girlfriend into his hotel room and shutting the door behind her, turned to face her. May leant back against the door in her short skirt, her hands clasping her handbag in front of her, her knee bent girlishly inwards. Never had she felt so intensely vulnerable in her life, dressed in her little grey skirt in the locked lair of the man she had called ugly and scary, the white beast.

Jerry lit a cigarette and stared purposefully into her soft, almond eyes. The innocent little Thai teen he had lusted after for so long was now his. Having spent so much time wondering what lay beneath her clothes, she was now his to unwrap. Nothing could now stop him seeing her naked brown body. His eyes dropped to the front of her grey, pleated skirt.

My girlfriend’s innocent face was tilted upwards with a coquettish smile and as she bit her lip, as she peered up from under her fallen hair her eyes told him what he wanted to know, that she was ready to give the white beast everything he wanted. She symbolically unclasped her hands and let them hang loosely by her sides. He smiled. He knew now that under the grey skirt, my girlfriend was offering her little brown cunt to his big white cock.

Jerry looked her up and down, stubbed out his cigarette and moved towards her. He stood over her, smiling grimly as he moved her hair from her face and stroked under her chin until she obeyed and her mouth was raised and ready for his kiss. Then he thrust his muscular body powerfully at my girlfriends little Asian body, forcing her up against the door in a show of strength.

May gasped with fright and excitement as his rough masculinity instantly overpowered her, her desire to resist him evaporating instantly. Never had she felt so weak and helpless and as she embraced her long held and deeply suppressed desire to submit to a strong white man, she had had no idea that it was going to be this man, whom she had thought of as ugly and scary.

Pinned up against the door by her former boss, her flirting and teasing could no longer result in her running to the safety of her room. Her eyes peered up meekly, her mouth hung open in readiness and her body lay loose between the hard wooden door and his tensed muscles. The shy Asian beauty was trapped and utterly at the mercy of the white beast. And as she felt the ferocity of his erection bulging against her, as his hand slithered down her preparing to strip her, she suddenly realized how badly she wanted him.

Author's note:

For those of you who fantasize about sharing the girl you love with another man, or who are tempted to turn those fantasies into reality, the following is a brutally honest and emotionally raw dual perspective of our first experience. We hope that you can see beyond the emotional torture, mistakes and anxieties to enjoy the experience as we did then and have done again whilst reliving this during our writing of this for you. This is the second part of our trilogy and is best read after ‘The Shy Asian Beauty and the White Beast.’