If you’re wondering who Cameron, Amy, and Miranda are, and how they wound up in these situations, it’s strongly recommended to read the earlier chapters.
As Cameron sat at his desk a few days after his little adventure with Miranda, he once again contemplated the choices that had brought him here and tried to make sense of them. He’d never been a sexual predator before. He’d never pursued a girl so much younger than he and if you would have asked him a few weeks ago if he would consider sex with a girl Miranda’s age, or even one not yet in college, Cameron would have told you that you were nuts. Yet here he was.
He didn’t know what it was that prompted such a one-eighty in his personality that day in the backyard of the duplex when he saw her staring at him during his workout, but change he had. And damn it felt good to be a gangster. He chuckled. “I crack myself up,” he said to no one.
He tried to focus back on work, the thing that paid his bills, he said to himself. The thing that put food on the table. Honestly though, it was tough. All he could think about was Miranda’s young teen body on his sofa, panties soaking and her squealing ‘yessir’ as she came. It had set something off in him. Something bestial. He’d always been a little dominant with his partners but thinking of the ways he wanted to train Miranda sent him to a whole new level.
As he shook his head for the umpteenth time and went back to the lines of code splayed across his screen, there was a knock on the back door. His heart skipped a beat and he immediately went to thoughts of Miranda, but then he checked himself. It was Saturday. She’d told him that this weekend she was going with a friend and her family to a lake resort. He’d made her promise again that no matter what happened, she was to say nothing to her friend about what they’d done, or even mention anything about her ‘hot neighbor’. She swore she could keep the secret. He’d patted her ass, whispered good girl to her, then kissed her before sending her on her way.
So if it wasn’t her, and it was the backdoor, that meant Miranda’s mom, Amy. He looked at the clock. Six twenty-nine. Well, fuck it. He wasn’t getting any work done today, anyway.
He got up, stretched, and then left his home office for the backdoor. He saw Amy through the glass and she was holding a covered plate in one hand and a bag in another. She smiled seeing him coming down the hall and he smiled back.
For reasons that had nothing to do with Miranda, Cameron genuinely liked Amy Kim. She seemed a very kind and genuine person. And he really did sympathize with her situation. His mother and father had divorced when he was thirteen and he’d stayed with his mom. The first couple of years had been hard. He didn’t remember nearly as many fights with his mom as Miranda and her mother went through, though. As he flipped the deadbolt on the backdoor he idly wondered if it was one of those things where they’re so much alike that they repel each other like magnets flipped to the wrong side.
“Hey, Amy,” he greeted her with a smile. “What’s all this?”
She held up the plate a little. “Korean food!” she said. “I told you I’d make you something. Mira’s with her friend this weekend and I’m off, so I figured now was as good a time as any.” She made a face. “I maybe should have called first, or asked, but I saw you were home, so I took a chance.”
“No, not at all. I was doing a little work but I’m fried, anyway. Come on in.”
“Great!” And she gave him a megawatt smile that accentuated the laugh lines on her cheeks and dropped almost a decade from her age. She was forty one, but with a smile like that, she looked way younger.
Cameron opened the door wide and stepped to the side while she came in. She was wearing a white blouse tucked into some dark blue jeans and she smelled amazing. Something like cinnamon tickled his nose.The outfit clashed a little with the slippers, but she kicked them off just inside the door, exactly as Mira had done, and was only in some tiny little ankle socks. She stepped past him as he moved back a little to let her by, and she set the plate on the bag on the table just behind him. He noticed again her ass which looked a lot better in a pair of jeans than in her frumpy nurse clothes. That extra twenty pounds she wanted to lose had given it a nice roundness that wasn’t at all unpleasant, he decided. He went around to the other side of the table as she began to unload her goodies.
“Smells good,” he told her. “What is it?”
She smiled up at him and he noticed she was wearing a bit of make-up. She had on some eye shadow, some foundation, and a neutral color of lipstick. Her eyes seemed bigger somehow. Her eyes were not rounded like Miranda’s were, whose father was white, so her features were pure Korean. But something she had done accentuated it. He decided he liked the look.
Amy had a more womanly beauty in contrast with Miranda’s still developing form. The distinction between beautiful and hot came to mind. Miranda was hot, sexy as fuck, really. Whereas her mother was beautiful. Both were desirable in their own way but Amy’s allure had a very different and distinct flavor to it. The more he watched her, the more attractive she seemed. Little belly paunch be damned.
“It’s sometimes called Korean pizza or pancakes,” she explained, taking out a series of small containers from the bag, and too large white bottles of some sort of Korean liquor. “Its real name is pah-jun.” She moved with practiced efficiency, arranging the containers and popping off their lids.
At last she uncovered the plate which contained the pah-jun and he saw a large round circle of green onions lightly fried in a batter and what looked like little shrimp mixed in that did resemble a pizza, even though there was no crust and it wasn’t on pizza dough. Except for the shape, which was round, he didn’t know why it would be called a pizza. A pancake he could see, albeit one stuffed with green onions rather than something sweet like blueberries or chocolate chips.
“And this,” she said with a smile in her voice, “Is called makkolli. It’s a fermented rice liquor.” She looked from the bottle up to him with a questioning expression. “Do you drink?”
He nodded. “I have been known to drink from time to time, yes. But this is a lot of work, you didn’t have to go through all of this effort for me. I was happy to help out with Mira.”
She waved it away. “No trouble at all. I’m Korean. We show thanks with food.” She reached into the bag one last time and heard the clink of metal. She pulled out two sets of aluminum chopsticks. “Do you know how to use these?”
“Umm…” He’d tried to use chopsticks a few times at Chinese buffet restaurants like most non-Asians in America, but it was done more for a laugh than anything else. He hadn’t a clue how to actually use them.
Amy saw the look on his face and said, “Hey, that’s okay. I have a solution!” She reached into the bag one more time and drew her hand out. Cameron groaned at what she brought out of the bag.
“Oh, come on! You’ve got to be kidding?” She laughed.
In her hand were what could only be described as training chopsticks. They were sized down for a child’s hand and had loops on each stick for fingers to go in. They were joined in the middle kind of like scissors and decked out with some animated character he didn’t recognize. He took them from her and began to examine them before attempting to fit his fingers through the child-sized holes.
“They were what we used to teach Mira how to use chopsticks when she was a baby. Found them in an old box in my closet that I never unpacked.” She watched him fumble with them and tried to suppress her grin.
“You’re not serious,” he asked. “Right?”
She didn’t answer for a second, letting the tension build, and then said “Nah, just kidding.” She plucked them from his hand and dropped them back in the bag.
Cameron breathed out, chuckling. “It would be very hard to maintain my aura of studly masculinity while holding those,” he told her.
“Oh, I dunno,” She said slowly. “Not as hard as you think. But I can show you how to use these. And, if you really can’t get it down, I’ll let you use a fork.”
“I can work with that,” he told her. “I’ll get some glasses and we can eat.”
“Great!”
Cameron retrieved some glasses from his cabinet and as he walked back to the table where Amy was settling in, he realized they were the same ones he’d used with Miranda the other day. Just a coincidence, surely.
As he sat down and took in the spread, which consisted of no less than seven small metal containers with various kinds of vegetables in different kinds of sauces, she asked him, “Okay, so there’s two ways we can do the booze.”
She lifted up one of the white bottles and that was when he noticed the bottle itself wasn’t white but rather clear and the liquid inside was an opaque milky hue. At the bottom there was some sort of sediment that had shifted slightly as she picked it up.
“Some people say,” she explained, “That if you shake it up before drinking, mixing the rice back in with the alcohol, that the hangover is worse. Other people say it’s not worse, they’re just imagining it, and that it tastes better so they drink more, so the hangover.”
“Okay,” Cameron said, not sure what to do. “Well, what do you say?”
“I say you’re a young strapping lad, you can risk a little hangover. We’re going for the full Korean meal experience here.”
She had a definite twinkle in her eye and Cameron felt like he was being flirted with. This… was very interesting. Fuck it, he said to himself. Let’s see where this goes. Her energy and enthusiasm were infectious and he was digging the vibe.
“Alright,” he said, finally. “Hit me.”
With some vigorous shaking and a quick turn of her wrist that made the couple of gold bracelets clink together, the top was off and she was pouring the milky alcohol into his glass before pouring herself an equal amount. He sniffed it and pulled his head back, looking at her dubiously.
“Oh come on,” her voice teasing. “Don’t be afraid. Unni will take care of you.”
“Unni?” he asked.
“A Korean word. Kind of means older sister, but not related.”
“Ah. Oookaay,” he said. They clinked glasses, Amy said something that sounded like ‘gun-bay’ and he took a drink. He snorted a little trying to get it down. It was definitely… different. It had a distinct medicinal taste to it. Like something his mother would have given him when was sick as a kid, but he couldn’t place it. And he could feel the grit of the rice mixed in over his tongue and his teeth.
Amy drank about half of it down and he felt obligated to do the same. He set the glass down and took a deep breath.
“That’s…” He wasn’t sure how to describe it. “That’s different.” He coughed a little.
“Come on, let’s eat.” she said happily.
What followed was several awkward minutes of him trying–and failing–to use chopsticks. There was a lot of laughing on both sides and his coordination wasn’t helped as the effects of her makkolli started to set in. After dropping more food than he got in his mouth, Amy conceded defeat and allowed him to use a fork. And while it was easier to eat the pah-jun, he had a harder time eating the side dishes, as she called them. They were often small and he had difficulty getting them to stay on the tines of the fork. In the end he settled on a hybrid approach and used his fork in conjunction with a spoon. Use fork to place little soy sauce peanut on spoon, put spoon in mouth, enjoy.
“Don’t feel bad,” Amy told him as they clinked glasses. The taste wasn’t nearly as bad as when he’d had his first sip. “It takes a while to build up the coordination.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said in mock misery. “I’ll be right back, I just need to go do some one-handed push-ups and reclaim my cool tough guy image.”
“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind a show,” Amy said, placing another piece of pah-jun in her mouth as she leaned back in the chair eyeing him like a menu item. “I haven’t been able to watch you swing that kettlebell in awhile.” She gave him a pointed look. He cocked an eye at her but she only grinned in response before popping some kind of brined cucumber into her mouth.
They talked for a while, and she was very pleasant company. He told her a little bit about his job and she shared some details of hers. And the flirting started to pick up quite a bit as they got into their second bottle of her rice liquor.
Cameron was surprised at her boldness. He hadn’t gotten that sort of vibe at all from her in their few conversations before this. But whether she had a better poker face than her daughter or it was something the alcohol brought out in her, she was going full cougar on him. And, he said to himself, he kind of liked it. Could he really have the mother and the daughter? Had he woken up in a porn video? This had disaster written all over it, but he found he didn’t care.
“Sooo… you watch me work out, eh?” Cameron angled the conversation back to her earlier quip.
Amy’s lips curled up. “I don’t stalk you, if that’s what you mean. But if I’m at the kitchen window in the morning when you’re out there doing your workout, I might suddenly decide I need to polish the glasses in the cabinet. I’m definitely not upset to have you as a neighbor. The guy who moved out before you lived here had a gut you could rest a plate on while standing and thought a good way to try and pick me up was to tell me he wanted Asian for dinner.”
“Fuck, really? That’s disgusting.”
Amy lifted her eyebrows. “Yeah. So watching that tight ass of yours swing those things around is a very welcome change.”
Wow, she was shameless, Cameron thought. And it was turning him the fuck on. Time to push back a little and lay all the cards on the table.
“And how come I never see your juicy ass out there working out?
“Oh, it’s juicy, is it? Is that what the kids call a fat ass these days?”
“Nah, I think the preferred term is ‘thicc’. Which also applies. And thicc thighs save lives, don’t you know?
She licked her lips. “If I had a man like you between these thighs I might just kill him.”
“Is that so? A man like me?
Amy licked her lips a little and squeezed her legs together. “Mmhmm.”
He reached for the makkolli bottle, swirled it a few times, then poured the last of it in his glass before throwing it back in one long swig. He was well and truly buzzed right now.
“Amy, are we doing what I think we’re doing?” He looked straight into her eyes and he saw only naked hunger there.
Not to be outdone, she tossed back the remainder of her drink in an equally fast shot and set the glass down with a thunk on the table. Without breaking eye contact or saying a word she brought her hands up to the collar of her shirt and began to unbutton them one at a time. As the blouse fell open he could see a black bra and bare tan skin.
With the last button open at the top of her pants she said finally. “The food is how Koreans say thank you. This is how I say it.” Her voice was husky as she stood up and began to unbutton her pants and unzip. He saw an equally black pair of panties as she slid the jeans off her hips. He watched as she kicked them off and she stood before him.
Her body wasn’t the young, tight perfection of her daughter’s but at the moment that didn’t matter at all. Her matter-of-factness, her bluntness, and overt sexuality was a force all its own. He didn’t even notice her paunch, all he could do was stare at this sexual creature in front of him and he was overcome with a desire to claim it as his own.
He stood up so suddenly that the chair tipped back over and fell with a clatter on the floor. Dizziness hit him and he almost lost his balance but he stepped to her and their bodies came together hard, their mouths devouring each other hungrily. He had to lean down pretty far to kiss her, she was maybe only five foot five to his nearly six feet but they made it work. Her hands pawed at his shorts as his hands went around to her ass, sliding smoothly beneath the satin material to cup her plump ass. As her small hands found his cock he slid one hand all the way down the crack of her ass and into her already wet pussy from behind, drawing a moan from her as he penetrated her. She bit down on his lip in response, making him hiss in pain but it all fed into the pleasure her hands were bringing to his cock and it added to the heightened sensation. Her pussy was so hot and wet it thought it might burn his finger. She gripped his cock almost painfully as she jerked him.
“Fuck me, Cameron. God please, fuck me! Stuff me with this big white dick!”
His shorts and boxers not fully off, but he grabbed her roughly by the back of the neck and pushed her down to her knees. Without needing to say a word, she immediately took his cock in her mouth in one smooth swallow. She threw herself on his cock, hitting the back of her throat and then, amazingly, sliding past it.
“Oh my fucking god!” Cameron cried out, having never felt anything so amazing in his life. He’d never been with a girl who could deep throat him. “Oh, you fucking slut! Take my cock. Take it all!” She only gurgled in response. He gripped the back of her head and pushed her all the way down to the base of his cock, not stopping until her nose was hard against his pelvis. He held her for a few long seconds, feeling her throat convulse around his rock hard erection. Her hands gripped the back of his ass and he could feel the nails digging in but she never once tried to pull away.
When her face had reached a sufficient level of red, Cameron pulled her off and she broke away with a gasp, coughing a little as a long stream of saliva rolled out of her mouth and onto the tile floor between his feet. As she looked up at him, face wet with her own spit, her eyes were wild and a wet smile on her still-red face.
“You like this, don’t you, slut?”
“Yesss,” she hissed. “I’m your slut. It’s been so long since anyone fucked me the way a slut should be fucked. The way I neeeed to be fucked!”
Cameron didn’t answer, just grabbed the base of dick and began wiping it over her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into it. She slurped at his cock, trying to capture it again, but he pulled away.
“No guys were up for it?”
“The last one I tried to show this side of myself got so freaked out he couldn’t even get it up. We broke up a few days later.”
“And what made you think I could be that guy?”
Her hands were running up and down his legs as she looked past is dick and up into his face. “Just hoped. You have no idea how many times I got myself off to the image of you out there doing your exercises. How many times I almost ran out there naked, begging you to fuck me. Pleeease fuck me, Cameron.”
Holy shit, this woman. Cameron literally could not believe it. He kept expecting to wake up. “How long has it been since someone fucked you like you needed?” Cameron asked, holding her firmly by the back of her head as he circled the head of his cock around her lips.
“Mmff…” Cameron popped the head of his cock into her mouth before pressing it against her cheek and popping it back out. She slurped as it went. “Three years. My ex, Mira’s dad.” She lapped at a string of precum sucking it into her mouth. “He would do it sometimes, but he was never really into it.”
Damn, he thought to himself. That was a long time.
“If we do this, we do it all the way. That pussy is mine and I can use it whenever and however I want?”
She closed her eyes and shuddered. “Yesss.”
“Alright then. Do you have a safe word or anything?”
She looked startled for a moment, then grinned up at him in sheer delight, his cock laying across her cheek and covering one eye. “I knew you would understand. Yes, master. My safe word is ‘apple’.
Cameron couldn’t describe the thrill that went through him when she called him master. It fit, somehow. He felt his back straighten just a little bit and his cock jumped. Master, he thought to himself. Fucking right. He knew a little bit about dom-sub relationships but had never been in one before. He knew there were safe words and that trust was very important. As he said, if they were going to do this, they were going to do it right. Being a master came with some responsibilities on his part, at least as he understood it.
“Open your mouth, slut,” he commanded. “Start sucking my balls while I think about whether or not your pussy deserves this cock.”
She obeyed immediately, her tongue extending to its full length as she began to caress his balls. Her eyes were open the whole time and she never looked away. The kitchen was filled with wet sucking sounds as she alternated sucking on one ball, then another, then licking.
After a couple of minutes of this, he pulled her off. She was panting and her eyes were glassy. There were little whimpers coming from her throat.
He cupped her cheek and she looked at him adoringly. “You did a good job, slut. I will give you this dick.”
“Thank you, master,” Amy cooed.
“Stand up and strip,” he told her. She obeyed. In just a few moments the blouse, panties and bra were off revealing a respectable pair of tits that looked just big enough for her to press together for him to titty fuck her, and a completely bare pussy.
“I’m going to head into the bedroom. I want you to crawl in there after me on your hands and knees. When you get there, you will ask for permission to crawl up on the bed and spread your ass cheeks for me.”
“Yes, Master,” Amy replied softly. He walked across the kitchen to his bedroom door, not checking to see if she obeyed, but he heard her get on her knees and the slap of hands and knees on tile.
Once in the room he flipped on the bedside lamp and quickly pulled off his shirt and socks and stood fully nude at the foot of the bed, his cock still like an iron rod in front of him. A few seconds later, Amy crawled through the door and angled for the foot as well, just next to where he stood. She stopped and, without looking at him, asked, “May this slut crawl onto the bed, Master?”
“She may,” he told her. Fuck, this was hot.
She crawled up onto the bed, staying on her hands and knees, then put her head down. “May this slut spread her cheeks for you, Master?”
“She may.”
Amy brought her hands back to cup both of her cheeks and spread her ass wide open. She knew how to arch her back to fully expose her pussy from the back side and he could see her juices coating it and actually running down her legs. Her asshole was spread wide, too. She was sexy as fuck, holy shit.
Cameron stepped behind her and dragged his nails over the backs of her thighs while he admired the sight before him. Her bald pussy lips were a little spread out, but it still looked damned appetizing to him.
“You have a very pretty pussy, slut.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said, her voice meek.
“And this asshole. Is this mine, too?”
“It all belongs to the Master,” she beathed, a slight quaver in her voice..
Well, god damn, Cameron thought. But she wasn’t done. “Master may take this pussy, asshole, or mouth whenever he desires.”
Of all the things he thought would happen to him when he woke up this morning, having his neighbor with more than ten years on him naked and quivering on his bed at the end of the night was not one of them.
He brought his hand up between her legs, cupping her soaking wet pussy and began to massage it, running his finger in circles around her fat clit before slipping two fingers all the way into her eager whole. She hissed in response and pressed herself back into his hand. As her body pressed his fingers into her as far as they would go, he leaned down and licked up from the bottom of her pussy to her puckered asshole and she jumped. He reveled in the tangy taste of her and set his tongue to work on her tender backdoor while his fingers worked in her.
“Yes, Master! Lick this Korean asshole!” His hand began to move faster as her body tensed. A staccato burst of whimpers came from the front of his bed as she gasped and started to move her hips back more forcefully while his tongue struggled to stay on target.
“Master, this slut wants to cum!” she gasped. “May this slut cum?”
He stood up quickly, pulling his hand free, drawing a cry of anguish from her lips, then gripped both hips in his powerful hands, strong from months of swinging a kettlebell, and thrust his cock into her in one smooth motion.
She actually screamed into the bed sheets and yanked the covers off the bed so hard that the fitted sheet flipped off both corners at the head of the bed.
“Fuck this Korean pussy! Fuuuuuck!” she cried out and then descended into wordless moans as he drove every inch of his cock into her sopping wet cunt.
“Come on your master’s cock, slut. Cum for me!” he ordered. His voice was a growl more than words but it was all she needed. Her body went off like a bomb and she wailed into his bed. He felt a sudden explosion of wetness down his thighs and realized she’d just squirted. Her unbridled lust brought his orgasm on with a speed he didn’t think was possible. Almost immediately after his balls tightened and he grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her up, as his cum shot into her.
“Who’s pussy is this?” he snarled into her ear.
“Ma- Ma- Master’s pussy!” she shuddered as another orgasm ran through her in time with his fading one. With a final thrust, he released her and she fell forward like her strings had been cut and he rode her down, bracing himself on his arms with his cock still in the grasping folds of her pussy. She was panting, her eyes were closed and he could see a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead causing some of her hair to become matted down..
With a force of will he pulled his still-hard cock out of her, and moved around to the side of the bed. Firmly but gently he put his hands under each armpit and rolled her over and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. She barely reacted, floating in a sea of total bliss. With her head halfway off the side, he put the head of his cock, still wet with his cum and hers against her partially open mouth. Without a word, she opened wide and accepted his full length. He could see her throat bulge as he moved past her gag reflex. Her titties, sagging gently to each side, wobbled each time he bottomed out, fucking her face with long, smooth strokes. He would take his cock fully out of her mouth every few strokes, allowing her to breathe while he dropped his balls into her mouth to let her worship them. She accepted them greedily. It wasn’t long before he knew he was going to cum again. This woman was like cock steroids. Never in his life had sex been this good.
“Are you ready to drink my cum, whore?” His voice was tight with lust as this incredible mother of the girl he was also intending to fuck reached her tongue backwards trying to angle for his asshole.
“This whore wants your cum!” she said from between his legs and he could feel her hot breath on his ass. One of her hands reached up and started stroking his cock. “Feed this Korean whore your cum, Master! She wants it so bad.”
He pulled back and then drove his cock into her mouth. She gagged but reached up with both hands and tried to pull him in further. With a strangled cry that almost hurt his throat he blasted his second load straight into her eager mouth. He felt her body convulse and he pulled out, shooting the remainder of his load over her lips and throat. She gasped and little air bubbles formed in the cum around her lips
“Jesus fucking christ!” he called out, staggering backwards until he hit the wall with a thud. “Jesus christ, woman!”
He almost couldn’t stand up.
On the bed in front of him, her head still half hanging off, Amy slowly scooped the cum from around her lips and cheeks, and deposited it in her mouth where she swallowed languidly. Not finding any more there, she pulled herself forward searching her neck and chest for any she might have missed. There wasn’t a lot, but what was there she found and licked up. She turned herself around and, legs spread open before him, began to take his cum from her pussy and lick it up as well, one wet finger at a time.
He could only watch in awe. He’d heard the term cum slut before, seen videos tagged as cumslut, but he’d never actually been with one. When he’d watched them he always thought he’d be a little grossed out if a girl actually did that but now that he was seeing it, it was nothing but a turn on.
Satisfied that she got as much of it as she could find, she looked coyly up at him and said, “Is Master pleased with his Korean whore?”
He blinked himself out of the haze he’d been lulled into watching her find every bit of his seed she could and realized the they were still playing this out. He put his game face back on.
“Come clean this cock, whore. Then we’ll see if I’m pleased with you.”
“Yes, Master.” Amy got up from the bed, a little shaky herself, and knelt in front of him. Delicately she lifted up is cock, which was still at half-mast despite two orgasms back to back in less than ten minutes, and began to lick it clean with her warm, pink tongue. He groaned in pleasure as she explored every fold until he was panting. Unbelievably she’d gotten him hard again but as she went to stroke him, he had to beg off. His cock was way too sensitive.
“Your master is very pleased,” he told her gently.
She gave his cock one last little peck, then hugged his leg and rubbed her cheek along his muscled thigh before giving a long sigh of contentment.
They both rested like that for a moment, his head spinning and her almost purring at his feet, with the remnants of his cum drying on her skin. Once his breathing came back under control he pulled himself off the wall, then took her hand in his, pulling her to her feet. He leaned in and kissed her gently, then pulled her out of the room. She followed obediently as they went to the bathroom. She never questioned anything, never spoke, only allowed herself to be led. He flipped on the shower, then said she could use the toilet if she wanted. She immediately sat down and peed while he was still standing there, not even waiting for him to leave the room! That weirded him out a little bit. She did it so matter-of-factly though that it was over almost before he had time to feel embarrassed. When she was done, she wiped herself, flushed and stood back up, waiting for him to tell her what to do. He guided her into the shower told her to start rinsing off while he used the toilet as well. Once finished, he joined her.
She was a small woman so even though it was a little cramped, it wasn’t as bad as it otherwise would have been. He grabbed his loofah and took over washing her from head to toe. She closed her eyes and accepted it all. Once finished, she took over and washed him from head to foot, then rinsed him off. They finished just as the water was turning cold. They then dried each other and at this point some of the old Amy was starting to return. She smiled at him and started taking more initiative. Almost like the magical spell that had so captured her before and turned her into a submissive cockslut was weakening. He gave her his robe while he wrapped the towel around his waist and she returned to the bedroom while he got them some water.
She drank it down greedily as did he with his, and then they collapsed into the ruined bed together, her body nestled into the crook of his arm.
“Amy,” he said after a little while. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. No, I know it was. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
He could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke. “You did very well for your first time. I think you’re a natural dom.” Her fingers played over the bit of hair on his chest. “And I needed that so bad, you have no idea.”
“Can I ask where that came from?”
“Master can ask anything he wishes from his Korean whore,” she said, playfully. But she continued on.
“I started noticing it in college, I think. Remember how I told you that we went to Korea just after I graduated?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, my parents’ health had started to decline and I started shouldering more of the burden of their care. Me going with them had more to do with taking care of them than it did with me discovering my heritage. But even before that, they’d never really integrated into American culture. They spoke only enough English to get by, so as I grew up I had to do all the translating and help them with paperwork, register myself at school, keep my vaccination records together, everything. Trips to the doctor when my dad started getting sick, then with my mother. It just kept snowballing.”
“Damn,” Cameron said. “That must have been hard.”
“Yeah, it was. When I started college I was able to let my hair down a little. I didn’t go buck-wild because I was still living at home, but I was able to have more time away from them. Sex became one of those things I used to relax. I started pushing my boyfriends to be more dominant with me, to take control. Most of the guys didn’t really get it, though. They’d smack my ass or demand a blow job occasionally but it never clicked for them what I really wanted.”
“Which was,” Cameron prompted.
“To just…” Amy’s hands fumbled around in the air above them for a moment, as if searching for the words. “Not have to make any decisions. My whole life I’d been the responsible one, having to take care of everyone else. But during sex, I didn’t want to have to think about what I should or shouldn’t do. I didn’t want to think, I didn’t want to wonder, I didn’t want to do anything but just FEEL. To surrender to the will of another.”
“And nobody did that for you?”
She shrugged against him. “I was young and couldn’t properly articulate what I wanted and they had less experience than I did. I could still orgasm occasionally but it was never how I wanted it. There was one guy, though.”
“Oh yeah?”
She giggled a little at the memory. “His name was Orson, of all things. He was a mormon kid from Utah. Kinda nerdy but in a sweet way. Had these big round glasses and wore corduroy pants, the whole deal.”
“You’re kidding? That was the freak you needed?”
“Almost,” she shared, laughing again.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” Cameron said tsking and shaking his head.
“I’ve always had a soft spot for the nerdy guys.”
“So what happened with him?”
“Mission trip. He went off to Guatemala or something and I never saw him again. I don’t think it would have worked out, though. He hid our relationship from his family. He wasn’t supposed to be having sex before marriage and all that bullshit. But that boy loved a tongue in his ass, that’s for sure.”
“Holy shit!” Cameron laughed out loud. “For real?”
“Yep. He’d blow his load almost as soon as I’d start, without fail. I didn’t even have to touch his dick.”
“It’s that good, is it?”
She flicked her tongue across his nipple. “Want to find out?”
“Maybe next time.”
“What about you,” she asked. “Why no girlfriend? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a girl over.”
He had a sudden urge to tell her about Miranda and what he wanted to do with her, but he clamped his mouth shut. All this honesty was catching.
“I broke up with a girl about a month before I moved in. It’s kinda what prompted the move. We’d been living together for about a year in the city over on the west side, and it just wasn’t working out anymore. The split was mostly amicable. I moved into the guest bedroom while I looked for a place, and then it was over. Haven’t talked to her since I moved out here.
“And no dating?” Amy asked.
“Eh, a little here and there, but I wasn’t really up for it after the break up. And I had plenty of work to keep me busy.”
Her hand snaked down beneath the blankets and she cupped his balls. “Guess this means this beast is all mine.”
“You wouldn’t be angry if I’d had a girlfriend?”
“I’m a big girl, Cameron. I know what this is and I don’t expect marriage and a white picket fence. Did that already. Have the divorce papers and the complimentary t-shirt. Besides, I’m non-monogamous. I’m fine if my partner has another partner.”
“Woah, what now?”
She laughed. “It’s part of the reason why Mira’s dad and I split. His deployments were hell on our sex life and I wanted to open the relationship up. He knew the kind of woman I was, but he refused. Then the asshole turned around and had an affair on me anyway.”
“Ouch,” Cameron said.
“I literally gave him permission to fuck around while he was on deployment as long as I was free to do the same and he said no. Then he did it anyway.”
“That’s kind of shitty.”
“Yep. But the spousal support payments the military makes him pay fund my Audi so I think I came out ahead.”
Cameron chuckled. “I did wonder how a nurse could afford a car like that.”
Her hand was still massaging his balls and it felt incredibly pleasant.
“I am a registered nurse, thank you very much.” She gave his balls a playful tug and he winced. “And I’ve only got two semesters left before I earn my MS in nursing and become an advanced practice nurse. On top of which, I’m a shift coordinator at the largest cancer hospital in the state. So I do alright on my own.”
“Hell yeah, get ‘em, girl!” Cameron said with a squeak in his voice that was only a little fake.
“Poor baby,” Amy cooed at him, and went back to the gentle massage. “But Mira’s college is fully funded assuming she can pull her head out of her phone long enough to graduate, and the rest is gravy.”
“Why don’t you own a house somewhere? Why the duplex? You can clearly afford it”
“I might have to move if a really good job offer opens up somewhere. I pay extra to rent month to month and the school in this county is pretty good, so I stay for Miranda as well. I’m surrounded by hicks but I grew up in South Carolina, so that’s nothing new.”
After a bit of silence, Cameron said, “I feel like I won the lottery.”
Amy shifted her weight and sat up, her hand now running up the full length of his hardening shaft. “Well Tom,” she said in a fake announcer voice, “Let’s show the contestant what he’s won!”
She scooted herself down between his legs and tenderly took his stiff cock into her succulent Korean mouth as her fingers continued to fondle his balls. She sank with agonizing slowness all the way to the hilt as he groaned and thrust upward.
“Better than the lottery!” he cried out in joy. “Sooo much better!”
Her hands and mouth worked him with expert efficiency and before he knew it, he was blasting his third load of the night into his Korean whore’s mouth.
End Part 2