Nhu is a beautiful Vietnam singer, she is married and has not been successful in becoming pregnant. She came to the farm reluctantly. I hold the tearful Nhu close in my arms. I cared little for her tears, or her fears and trauma that had led to them. I did, however, appreciate the full warm curves of her body as I hold her close. With one hand around her waist I hold her, while my other gently strokes her long dark hair, comforting her. At six foot six inches I tower over the latest woman to join my lover circle. Nhu sobs in my arms, only to glad to find a man who understood her. I’m careful that my burgeoning erection did not disillusion her. My hand rose slowly to gently stroke her back. Her natural reaction is to move closer to me and her firm breasts pushing against me. At 43 years old, Nhu is a beautiful woman. I have no doubts how this evening is going to end.

I have no qualms about using wealth and business contacts to twist and manipulate Asian women. Enhancing their concerns, preying on their fears, offering them security, pampering them, while at the same time scaring them. Preparing them to accept the need to please me. These Asian women are singers or musicans and fashion models. They are often happy to accept a luxurious lifestyle, and willing to take part in my sexual demands and adventures, if that is what it takes to be part of the in-crowd. Personally I prefer those not willing to be seduced. It is more challenging and fun bedding them! ” My manager just doesn’t understand me!” Nhu sobs. I smile as I stroke her hair looking down at the beautiful tear stained face buried on my chest.

” If only I could talk to him like I can talk to you!” Nhu sought to gather her senses, suddenly aware that her nipples had become erect as she presses against this charming, educated, and sophisticated man. My nostrils flare as I take in the sweet freshness of this Asian woman in my arms. Washed, scented, and clean. Typical of these Asian women that are skilled and educated professionals. Yet so lacking in the basic understanding of relationships. She is presented in her stylish western style dress. I will love breaking her in. Teaching this woman her true role in my circle. ” I understand,” I murmur into her soft dark hair. My hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim neck. Nhu is relieved not to be held quite so tight, though my strong masculine presence is comforting. My fingers on her neck are soothing, calming, mesmerising as they draw soft circles on her neck. She has never been stroked like this by any man!

She is acutely aware of the stiffness of her nipples as they strain against the material of her soft lacy bra. She has found herself dressing differently since joining my circle. There are no men in this circle, and all the other women seem to take such extra care in their appearance. Nhu has found herself wearing lingerie she never wore before. She did not want to seem rude to me, and my hands, while gently stroking, belied the power of me. They had a power over her that she sought to suppress, even as tingles shivered the soft skin of her neck. I urged her to sit on my sofa and offered her a Asian tea. She gratefully accepted and sat demurely while I prepared the drink. She did not notice as I lightly sprinkled crushed herb into the drink. I’m confident she would not consider the presence of the crushed herb unusual. She had been singer for 18 years. Her current unexpected and unwanted arousal disturbs her. The tea will be calming, helping her regain her distance, and reserve. ” My manager won’t let me tour Europe or America,” Nhu complained.

I stifled a laugh as I prepare the drink. Glad she can not see my face. ” Hmm, will consider those possible tours.” I turn back to a fidgeting Nhu, noting her nibbling her lip. I will bruise those soft lips with passion tonight. Nhu ignores my words. ” He has undermined my status in the eyes of my fans,” Nhu went on. ” Disgraceful, he should take more care of your career!” I responded. Nhu looks up at me grateful for my support, as I sat close beside her on the sofa. She edges closer. She found tears edging to the surface again, and curses her edginess and nervousness in front of this sophisticated man. He was so different to most of the ones teeming through the music business. Without warning tears course down her cheeks, I lean over pulling her close. I understood that she is still recovering from a minor breakdown. That she is weak and vulnerable. Her manager should have been here, but he wasn’t and I intend to take full advantage. My hand rose lightly stroking Nhu’s soft arms. I cradled her into my shoulder. My hand rose to cup the soft curve of her cheek. My finger lightly stroking aside the salty tears. Nhu snuggles closer, unresisting as my hand lifts her face.

I’m not a handsome man, though I’m unmistakeably a powerful, dominant male. At 55 years old I’m thirteen years older than her, the years seem meaningless. My craggy looks, my Saville Row suites, and casual confidence all combine to make her feel secure in my presence. “Oh,” she gasps. My lips descended and are kissing away her tears. She smiles at this touch. My hand on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as my lips lightly caress her eyes. She closes hers, and lays still as my lips close over her eyes.
Her heart leaped. This should not be happening. Her eyes flit open, as I kiss her forehead, then drop to her nose, and she laughs. I smile at her. Then my lips dip and met hers. Her heart rate soars as I softly kiss her lips. She sought to pull away, but there is no heart in her effort, and my hand effortlessly hold her head in place, as my kiss became more demanding.

Nhu melts into the kiss, her sweet lips responding. It has been 18 years since she had kissed another man, but now her lips are seeking out mine hungrily. I savour the soft lips of the Asian woman. I kiss lightly, passionately; alternating in my pattern, savouring the lips, I hold her close. Then my tongue slips out licking along the line of those delightfully parted lips. ” Oh….please,” Nhu sought to push me away and recover her senses. It is like pushing against solid rock. For a 55-year-old businessman I’m remarkably strong. She had become to understand the strength of American men. Most went from years doing hard work, to the relentless and furious energy of factories.

More than once that quick grope in a hotel bar, or between the tight close aisles of a shop, had developed into something more. With one hand holding her firm and still, while a second explored, or a friend’s hand explored. At first she had been shocked and horrified. She had screamed. But this was Saigon, not a quite European bookstore. She had quickly learned that her screams simply attracted more men. Like hyena’s scenting a kill they would swarm around hoping for an opportunity to sample her charms. Not that the Americans ever seemed threatening, even when she struggled and sought to push them away. Always they would have that happy grin as their hands rose under her skirt, or fondled a breast, or bottom! The bare faced cheek and sexual aggression of these men was something she had never had to cope with in Europe! She is not so naive not to realise that there is a real ‘market’ in America for attractive Asian women.

Now as she sought to push me away, she is reminded how strong I was. While one part of her told her to be sensible. Another stronger, suppressed emotion fluttered to the surface. I’m strong sending erotic signals to her loins. She fought to control that irrational reaction. She is a career woman, an intelligent educated woman. She is happy. I tilt her chin, my mouth descends. With a fierce passion my tongue darts into her mouth. Her senses depart and she kisses me back. Her lithe and nimble tongue seems to have a life of its own as it met my tongue, darting and challenging. As she berated herself she breathes in my masculine presence. My demanding presence as my hands wander unrestricted. This is forbidden….her eyes close and she welcomes my demanding passionate kiss.

It has been so long since she has been kissed like this. Her eyes flash open and looking up at me as I kiss her. My eyes are locked on hers. My eyes are dark, mesmerising, and powerful. She is losing herself in my eyes, when she again tries to pull herself together. Then one of my hands closes on her breast. ” Oh…no, stop,” her hand rose grasping my hand at her breast. It is like trying to move a steel girder, but this bit of steel, is warm. It cups her breast, caressing and fondling. No amount of feeble pushing on her part is going to free her breast. Then my hand moves to her neck grasping her long dark hair, and jerking sharply down. ” Arghh….oh,” she gasps as her pretty face is pulled sharply up and presented to me. She is not use to pain, and the shock of it runs through her body. Then my heavy body seems to bear down on her and her lips seem to open automatically to receive my kiss.

She is shocked and feels betrayed as her body reacts in ways it shouldn’t. She didn’t want to feel like this. She didn’t, she really didn’t….Then my tongue met hers and her mind swirls and fly. I grin to myself as I play this naive and innocent Asian woman. My hand rises clasping her firm breast. I’m savouring its fullness. I love Asian women. They look after themselves so well. Asian women take care of themselves. Their figure, diet, and appearance. As my hand seems to weigh her breast in my hand. I cup it, squeeze it, stroke it, and fondle it. My fingers find a stiffened nipple through the cloth of her dress, and bra. A bra I noted that is lacy and frilly. Had she dressed for me? I nip the thickened pert nib sharply. Nhu beneath me squeals into my kiss, I did not release her mouth, or my grip on her nipple. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. I release my grip, and she sighs into my demanding passionate kiss.

As she relaxes I run the palm of my hand over her nipple, feeling her body tremble. I estimate that excited little tingles will be surging from her abused bud, as I fondle her full mound and then lightly stroke my thumb over the excited nipple, enjoying her squirming in my arms. So few of these well brought up, middle class Asian women seem to fully understand the nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure. I will delight in teaching Nhu. Oh yes, I will teach her all about the pleasure of pain, and pleasing my cock. I look over at the door to my villa. Gill has rarely left my side since becoming my driver and personal security guard, and had soon learned there were opportunities for Gill. I usually find a new and interesting woman to seduce every few months and I’m generous with my discards. I turn back to the lovely panting Nhu, as she lay half beneath me. Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me. Those delightful now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and irregular.

She is a delightful Asian flower in her prime. No, I smile to myself, as my hand begins flicking the buttons that hold the bodice of her dress together. ” Noooo! Please…we have gone too far!” ” I have not been with a man in a long time!” Her hands reach for mine. I ignore them. Her efforts are light and ineffective. Lacking the strength to keep my eager hands from those firm orbs increasingly coming into view. My hand pushes inside her dress. I’m delighted at the sight of her lacy bra. A fashionable stylish bra that did little to hide the round, full mounds within. My hand sweeps the material aside and I take the warm firm flesh into my hand. Nhu gasps, thrusting her breast into my hand. It is as though she has no control of her own body. Hot sensations radiating from my hand. This is not some boy struggling for a quick grope. This is a strong masterful man taking what I want, and she struggles against the sudden urge to spread her legs.

I stare with delight at the slightly darkened nipple that still holds a touch of pinkness, such a beautiful contrast. I’m delighted in the sight, and the feel of that firm orb, which as I guessed did not sag. My head drops, Nhu jerks beneath me as my greedy lips take her nipple into my mouth, then widens further to gorge on her round flesh. Nhu jerks as my hot mouth encloses her nipple. My lips suckling, then draws her nipple deeper into my mouth and she feels my teeth nibbling on the sensitive tip. Her toes stretch as pleasurable sensations overwhelm her breasts, radiating across her chest and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes. ” Oooooh!”

I grin working my teeth hard. I feel her shivering and shaking in response to my attention to her aroused bud. My tongue curls around the erect nipple and I’m delighted when her back arches, and she inadvertently pushes her breast into my mouth. Her hands are trying to push me away and I allow her to push my shoulders back. I release the nipple. I look down at her. Her eyes are bright. Her untended left breast is in stark contrast to the overexcited right breast. ” Please, enough, I should be going,” Nhu pleads. Her hands on my shoulders seem to be holding me at bay, she makes no attempt to cover over her breasts. I grin lowering my head to her left breast. ” No!” Her slim hands strain to keep me away. Nhu struggles to comprehend how easily I ignore her straining hands my mouth descending to her left nipple and hot wet sensations wrack her nipple.

” God! you are so strong!” She gasps as my teeth chews on her nipple, then my tongue sooths the agitated nub. Her back arches and she consciously seeks to pull her breast free. Her efforts are distracted by the feel of one of my hands sliding under her dress and stroking upwards over her shapely thigh. She wants to pull away, but she is trapped on the sofa. My heavy body, holding her down while my teeth, lips and tongue do indescribabal things to her excited aroused nipples, and now my hand is under her dress. She feels it reach the top of her stocking finding the soft bare skin of her upper thigh. My hand is hot, and softly circling. A hand under her dress, stroking gently the soft silky skin that few men had ever touched. Thoughts of her past experience surfacing and she renews her efforts to push me away, then stops. It was other men who had joked about how easy it would be for her to take a lover. My hand reaches higher and she allows me to push her legs apart. She tenses as my hand finds and covers her silk clad vulva, she jerks as my hand lightly strokes her.

Oh God! She should not be letting me do this, but then she wonders if she is indeed allowing me to do this. I’m bigger and stronger than she is. Far stronger than any man she has been with! My hands, lips, teeth are dominating her body, despite her attempts to push me away. She can not stop me, even if she wanted to. A little nervous flash of thought went through her. Never in her life had she ever not been in control. Here on this sofa, she knew she is not in control. Sensations are wracking her body. Pleasurable sensations. My finger pushes aside her silk panties slipping into her wet pussy. She flushes in embarrassment as she realised just how wet she had become. That I should be able to discover the level of her excitement is deeply embarrassing. Her hands drop to my exploring hand seeking to push it away. I caught one of her hands by the wrist and pull it to one side.

I guide her hand between my legs, and her fingers brush the hot, hard length of my exposed cock. Her hand jerks away, she is startled by the heat and hardness of my cock. She had been unaware of me releasing my cock from my trousers. I retain my grip on in her hand bringing it back to my aroused and excited cock. At the second contact as my hand seemed to push her slim hand along its length. Nhu found her hand has grasped its thickness. She is surprised at its girth. The thick pulsing veins seem to throb in her soft hand. She struggles to comprehend its thickness and her hand squeezes it. She realised with a sense of disbelief and a certain dread that her fingers can not meet when they close around it. It is too thick to fit inside her. Not that she is going to allow me to try. My hand is back on her wrist as I guide her hand up and down its hard length. Her dread at its thickness is increased and heightened as she realised it is also long, just how long she has yet to discover.

Nhu needed no encouragement to explore its length. Her husband had joked that American men had big cocks, and she knew as did he that it was not true, my manhood seems to defy natural justice. It is both long and thick as her hand slides down its underside seeking its base she is shocked to feel the thick circumcised head push against her upper arm. Shocked she releases it. It can’t be that long! She sought to look down at it but the pressure of my body on hers prevented her from doing so. At that point I push a thick finger inside her. The effect on Nhu galvanized her into an attempted action. There is only one consequence of the continuation of her inaction, and it must not happen. She is married. She loves her husband. She must not allow this to proceed further. ” Let me up!” She demands. I ignore her. My lips busy nibbling on the soft skin of her slender neck. My finger pushing deeper. Her writhing legs close on my hand seeking to squeeze my hand out from between her legs.

” This is too much, we have gone too far! I’m married.” I grin at the reminder that the delightful curvy body seeking to wriggle from beneath me belonged to another. I circle my finger in the hot, wet, tightness of her married pussy and thrust my finger in another inch. As my finger slides deeper Nhu found her hand gripping my cock tighter in response. Her fingers cannot connect around it. She has heard talk of men with big cocks, and knew these men were not Asian. What she held in her hand is beyond anything her imagination has ever considered. My cock throbbing in her hand. She feels gnarled veins throbbing with blood and the shaft with eager sperm. I withdraw my finger shifting in position. My weight lifted from her and she is able to look down at my cock. Her eyes widen as they confirm the size of the cock in her hands that she has explored. I’m huge. ” My God!”

I grinned. I’m delighted in the shocked reactions of the expatriate wives and single women when they discover the size of my cock. I have rarely found one complacent and anticipating such a cock. The surprise on the wives and single women, is a pleasure, but the additional mix of fear that engulfs them enhances my own pleasure. If the surprise of wives is a delight to observe, the reaction of the single women who are seduced to come to the farm is more so. Breaking in a virgin is my favorite pastime. Nhu is no virgin, though I suspect my first penetration is going to take effort. Nhu is staring at my cock with fear and fascination. As though she has found herself confronted by a striking cobra and is afraid to move. I enjoy her conflicting emotions. ” Is this what your husband dreams of?” Nhu looks up at me perplexed.

” Doesn’t your husband have fantasies of his sweet wife being ravished by a big cocked man?” Nhu flushed. The pink glow suffused her cheeks and descended to her breasts. How did I know? It is not just her husband who had such fantasies, though she would never admit that to anyone, especially her husband. My cock is not natural. It is too thick. It is easily as thick as her wrist. As I shift in position and both my hands went up under her skirt. As my body shifted more of my cock slides out of my trousers, and she is shocked as its length became apparent. It is far too long to go inside her. It will rupture her womb. ” It’s too big…” her words came out in gasps. Her breathing has become heavy. There is tension in her throat, and heat in her loins. I grin as I tug at her panties, her hips rose slightly allowing me to ease her panties down.

She is mine…..” Oh God!….Please….My husband….” I grin, my mouth drops to close her pleas with another kiss. Nhu darts her head to one side to avoid my kiss. Her movement presents a small delicate ear. I grin and instead of closing on her mouth, my lips caught the soft lobe of her ear and I nibbled it. Nhu seems to jerk beneath me as her body is galvanized by the soft touch of my lips on her ear. My tongue licks the lobe as my hands work under her dress, enjoying the feel of her shapely thighs of a beautiful Asian woman. I dip my tongue inside her ear curling it, pushing deeper, twirling my tongue, in the soft sensitive interior. I feel her breasts surge and push against me in response to the sensations she cannot avoid as my tongue excites her. My hands push her shapely thighs apart, her dress rising up around her waist. I position myself between her legs. Nhu is oblivious to her danger. The teasing of my tongue is merciless, and exciting. I really knew how to excite her! It is erotic. It is forbidden. She jerks her ear free of my tongue, turns to face me to tell me to stop. She looks up into my eyes. Eyes that are full of lust and passion.

Desire for her…. Her heart surges. She is confused, as her heart races and her senses seem to pulse. She humps her hips and flushes with shame at her action. She curses her weakness, but when my mouth drops to hers she did not resist. Her mouth opens in response to the passionate demand of my kiss. When my tongue slides between her lips, her own tongue darts to meet me locking with mine in a passionate wrestling match. Then my cock nudges the lips of her pussy, and her eyes widen. She stares up into my dark powerful passion filled eyes above her. I met her gaze. I love these moments. The shocked surprise in a woman’s eyes as she realized I’m about to enter her. I thrust my hips breaking free of her eager kissing lips. ” Oooooooohhh!….No!……You mustn’t!……” I thrust again passing through into her tight pussy. I pause. It is always so surprising how tight these women are, even those married with children. Her pussy clasping my cock tight. Her sheath is like that of a virgin protecting its hymen. I savored the hot tight grip on my cock, leaning forward thrusting deeper.

Another inch of my thick cock slides inside her, and her legs fly wide in reaction. I grasp the hot warm curves of her hips lifting, as I thrust. My cock is now three inches inside her, and past the restricting grasping ring. I thrust again, sliding a few inches further inside her.. ” Ooooooh….no….I’m bursting!” I roar a triumphal laugh thrusting again. Her hips jerking spasmodically beneath me, her legs grasping me then releasing me. She struggles to push me way. She tries wriggling free from me. I hold myself in position, while she wriggles and struggles. I enjoy the feel of my cock as is it slithers deeper in her well-lubricated sheath. Nhu stops struggling realizing belatedly that her efforts have only resulted in my cock going deeper inside her. I’m well ensconced inside her now. She is not going to gain her freedom by her own efforts. She is going to have to let me have my way with her.

A warm tingling overcame her at the thought she is helpless to prevent this dominant man taking my pleasure between her legs.
She is going to get fucked. Exciting sensations sweep from her loins as she becomes accustom to my thickness. Her abused pussy seems to be clinging to my cock, already it is relaxing and adapting to its size. She realized that I had stopped thrusting into her. She looks up at my face and realized I’m savoring the pleasure of being deep inside her. Without conscious thought her pussy squeezes on my cock sending further excitement shooting through her. To her shame and pleasure the muscles in her sheath seem to caress my cock. She tries to bring her body back under control.

Then when she had got herself back under control she looks back up at me. I’m gazing down at her. She flushed under my gaze. ” Is that all? Is it all really inside me?” I grinned. ” No.” Then I run my hands up from my grip on her curvy ass, sliding them along the soft skin so that I secure a firm grip on her shoulders. ” No, that is not all,” I laugh thrusting again. I enjoy the startled look on her face as I thrust and thrust again. This time firmly holding her shoulders to keep her in position as I drive deeper inside her. I relish the glove like grip on my cock as it seems to butt against her uterus then pushing through deeper tearing unused barriers. ” Ooooooh….oh God….oooooh.” I free one of my hands reaching up to grasp her long dark hair in my grip. I jerk her head back. Pain shot through her, seems to send further powerful surges down her loins. She grasps as my cock is sheathed deep inside her. She feels the slap of my balls against her ass. It is in she realized. If my balls are slapping against her ass I must be all the way in. She stirs beneath me.

He looked down at her beautiful face. I enjoy the sight of her slender neck. I noted the dilated eyes, her gasping breath. Her unfocused eyes, I give her time to recover. When her eyes finally focus on me again I grin down at her. She smiles faintly back at me. ” Now,” I said, ” I am going to fuck you.” Her eyes widen, then I feel her legs wrap around me. He grinned, she smiled nervously back at him. The he started to fuck. She wailed like a hyena in heat as he withdrew then thrust. My hips rose and fell beneath her splayed thighs. I savored the silky softness as the inner thighs clasp me to her. A beautiful woman lost in passion beneath me. Is there any greater pleasure? Yes, of course, there is, the pleasure of my seed spurting up inside her clinging tightness. I grip her shoulders taking my pleasure, thrusting and driving my shaft deep inside. Enjoying the exquisite pleasure of her tight vaginal canal sheathing and unsheathing my long thick rod.

Her excited wail betrays her orgasm beneath me as she shook and shivered beneath me. I pause briefly. Then resume my efforts.
” Please stop…I have come already…enough…” I laugh renewing my urgent thrusting. ” Oh please…too much…didn’t you hear I’ve come already!” I ignored her thrusting harder and deeper. She wriggles and squirms seeking to push me away. It is too intense, too powerful, the feelings too strong. Then too her shock a second orgasm overtakes her, she jerks then wrathing in spasm beneath me. Shocked, disbelieving, this can not be happening she has never had two orgasms before. She collapses in my arms defeated. There is no point resisting. I’m above her continuing my thrusting and surging between her legs eagerly clasped around me.

A rolling wave of orgasms seem to overcome her as she abandons the struggle letting me use her as I wish. This is a strong man who took what I wanted and with a thrill of excitement she realized she is glad I wanted her……Hot blossoming heat surging in her loins and she suddenly realized I had come inside her. The thought seems to trigger another more heated orgasm. It is as though her body is eagerly surging to receive my seed! A horn sounded outside the villa. I broke free from her. My cock long and slick with her juices slithered out of her and she looks in disbelief at its length and thickness. ” That will be your husband. Come to take you home.”

Nhu looks up at me in shock and alarm as the real world returns. The horn sounded again, and Nhu struggles to her feet.
Her husband is waiting! She struggles to refasten her dress over her breasts. She pushes her dress back down from her waist. She saw her panties lying discarded on floor and snatched them up. She turned to me. ” I…” “Go, I planted my seed inside you. That is why you were here.” I interrupted her.

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