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Escorting Katsue
by Tom Thumper

My college is full of Japanese girls in the summer time.  The halls
and courtyards echo with giggling female foreign language
students who use the rest of the summer students as combination
tour-guides/language professors.  I welcome these encounters with
petite young oriental women, which seems to happen quite often.
I'm a tall muscular guy, with a closely shaved head but it doesn't
seem to scare off these polite, shy Japanese women.

As I said, I've always looked forward to these rendezvous.  I get
some sort of charge at taking these timid little birds under my wing
and helping them out.  They bow and thank me, which is so nice in
these rude times.  They often wear calve boots and short skirts,
which I do have a weakness for.  I've often thought what it would
be like to take one of these girls back to my dorm room.  But until
last week, an opportunity never presented itself for any thing
significant to happen between me and my unofficial charges.

The girls, while fully mature physically, have been too sweet and
naive to try anything with. I mean, they let me, this six foot three,
muscle bound hound, escort them through the campus at night.
Can you imagine a Western woman even vaguely entertaining such
an encounter with a stranger?

So I end up being protective of the girls, all the while entertaining
the most unwholesome thoughts.  My oriental obsession has been
just a fantasy, unrequited until, as I said, last week.

                               *****

"Ah, ex-suze me."

I blinked and turned around.  I had been engaging in my second
favorite activity, watching a blond in a tank-top take a long
luxurious stretch, letting her large knockers shine golden in the
setting sun.  God!  I could see her dark brown nipples through the
sheer white fabric.

"Ex-suze me," repeated the soft whispery voice.  I looked down
and there was the sexiest little Japanese girl I had ever seen. Level
with my chest, she looked up at me, twirling the black mane of her
ponytail.  Her rose pedal lips smiled bashfully and she cast her
almond eyes down as I eagerly devoured her with my eyes.  The
evening wind toyed with the pleats of her black and white checked
skirt, causing her to sigh and letting me better take in her curvy
form.  Her top, also checked, had a scoop neck-line that, well,
especially from my height, allowed me to enjoy her breasts, quite
large for an Asian girl.

"P-weez," she said.  "I lost."  She held up a key and tag with the
initials E.K.  It was the Edith Kums Building -- two over from
mine.

"I'd love to help," I said, looking at my watch apologetically.  "But
I've got a seven o'clock class."

"P-weez," she said again.  I was about to shake my head when she
put her hand in mine.  Its whiteness nearly disappeared in my
ruddy colors.  "P-weez."

"All right."  I could be late for class.  There was nothing better than
being an escort for a chaste Japanese girl.

"I Katsue," she said, keeping hold of my hand, and bobbing her
head.

"I'm Ron."

Hand in hand we walked across the darkening courtyard, her six-
inch heels clicking on the walk.  She crossed in front of me as we
went down a narrow bushy path.  I groaned inwardly.  Her black
nylon stockings showed off the slimness of her legs and came mid-
way up her thighs.  As she walked with mincing steps I could see
flashes of her ivory thighs from under her skirt.  Past the bushes
she fell back along side me.

"You should be careful," I said, trying to get my t-shirt to casually
hide the growing excitement in my shorts.  Oh, I thought, why
didn't I put on underwear today?  "It's not safe, for a pretty girl like
you."

"I safe wid you," she said, breaking into a radiant smile and
retaking my hand.  "You strong, beautiful man."  She pressed
closer to me, my leg brushed back and forth against her skirt as we
came up to the Edith Kums Building.

"Oh, thanks," I said, blushing slightly.  I stopped at the door and
watched her fumble with the keys.  How could I even think about
taking advantage of such a trusting flower?  "Well, I'll leave you
here.  I've got my class."

"O, no!"  She grasped my arm at the bicep, her small hand only
able to go halfway around, but her long red nails made quite an
indent.  "You take me to door, okay?  Me be safe."

I smiled.  How come when she looked so sweet and vulnerable I
both wanted to protect her and fuck her little brains out?  I sighed,
this would probably be another protect mission.

"Okay," I said after a little pause.

Katsue broke into another smile and slipped her arm around mine.
Then she cooed and rested her head on my shoulder.

"You have big muscle," she said.

I nodded and made some comment about all the working out I did.
But inwardly I was cursing my fate.  She was completely
comfortable with me.  I was a big brother or a eunuch.  Nope, I
thought, there was no sexual danger from me.  All those sweet
young things felt perfectly safe entrusting their purity to me!  God
damit!  How was a guy supposed to get some pussy?

If I had been in less of a funk I probably would have realized that
as we walked up the stairs to her room, Katsue was caressing my
bicep and pressing herself against me, getting a very good feel of
my toned athletic body.

We got to her room and she fumbled with the keys again.  I stood
around awkwardly, waiting to be dismissed like a good servant.

"I grateful," she said, pulling the door open.

"Glad to help.  I guess I should--"

"I grateful," she interrupted.  She edged closer to me.  Behind her I
could see a frilly white comforter on her bed, along with some cute
stuffed animals.

"You're welcome.  Well I should..."  I started backing up.  What
could I do?  She had stuffed animals for god's sake.

"No."  She caught my hand.  A strange smile crossed her small red
mouth.  She glanced up and down the empty hall.  "Me grateful.
You come in."  She stroked my forearm.  "You like."

My mouth fell open and she had to cover her mouth to suppress a
giggle.  I nodded, my heart thumping, and she drew me into the
room, shutting the door behind us.

The walls were mostly covered with posters of unfamiliar Asian
pop stars, the Britneys and Justins of another land.  My heart sunk.
This couldn't be my fantasy; she'd probably give me some stuffed
toy as a remembrance.  But then I saw the wall of pictures.  It
loomed over Katsue's small single bed as a sort of shrine, and as I
looked at it I realized it was a shrine to lust.  The wall was covered
with pictures of muscular men, muscular white men, some from
muscle magazines, some from movies, some even looked like
Mapplethorp's odes to the male body in all its glory.  Every man it
seemed to me glowered with a sort of menace, a sort of anger.
What a thing to lie in your bed and look up at!  I gulped and then
noticed she was watching me take in the collection, enjoying my
shock and arousal.

"You have big dick, white boy?" she asked, sitting down on the
bed below the pictures and kicking her feet girlishly.  I walked
over to her, glancing up at the pictures and then down to her.  She
began to stroke my smooth muscular legs.  I groaned, not able to
believe this tableau dedicated to primal power came from this
sweet creature.

"I know you got big thing," she said, running her hand higher.  "I
see you sexy look at girls.  Me like-y to see you all sexy big."  Her
hand began to stroke my lap, my stiffening tool.  I just stood there
and let her have her way.  It was as if I had stepped into a wet-
dream land.

"Me want your sexy big one."  With that she pulled down my
shorts, which I never tie, releasing my engorging cock into the
overheated air of her frilly bedroom.

"Oh, you are big one!"  Her tiny hands cupped my balls and stoked
my dick.  "Me sucka, sucka you?"

"Yes, suck me," I growled, though it hardly seemed possible, her
mouth was so small.

"Me sucka good!"  She pulled me to her and seemed just able to
get my head into her tiny mouth.  I could feel her delicate tongue
darting over my helmet.  With one hand she kneaded my balls and
with the other she stoked the underside of my dick, all the while
sucking, softly and insistently.  A wonderful use of talents, I
thought, bracing my hands against the pictures and kicking my
shorts off from around my feet.  And what breath control!  I could
feel the air from her nostrils.

But she wasn't finished.  She placed a hand against my ass and
began to slowly pull me in.  It was amazing!  Slowly like a knife
sinking into butter, my cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth
and down her throat.  Her tongue lapped my underside with its
liquid softness.  I grunted and groaned and looked down at her in
her cute little dress, her pony tail dancing with her ministrations,
her eyes so wide as she sucked in and in till she had both hands on
my ass and her nose buried in my pubic hair.  Then she began to
bob, to work up and down me.

As good as the pleasure of her sucking my dick was, the noises she
made were even better.  She sounded like a chocoholic devouring
the richest, tastiest coco-packed treat.  She smacked her lips and
moaned over my dick.  Drank it back like an addiction, like a
temptation that could never be resisted because O! it excited her to
her bones.

And her technique!  Here was a girl who could have made me cum
in five seconds flat, but with variations of speed, pressure, sound
effects and liquidity, she kept me poised on the edge of orgasm
forever.  Past forever.  I didn't want it to stop, yet after what
seemed like a quarter of an hour I couldn't stand it any more.

"That's it!"  I pulled my glistening dong from her lips.  I pulled off
my t-shirt and stood before her completely naked.  Her eyes
danced with delight over my pecs, abs, and biceps.  I shrugged my
shoulders and let my muscles ripple for her pleasure.  I knew what
she wanted.

"You want some white boy fucking," I declared, exalting in the
feeling that came with towering over her, my cock an angry ram,
while she looked up at me in her frilly dress, with her perky tits
scrumptiously presented, and her almond eyes drinking me in.  Not
to mention her slim nylon legs, with that hint of white thighs
peeking out from under her skirt.  I never forget to look at the legs.

"Yes, I wanna big white boy fucking," she said, licking her lips.  "I
wanna be nasty with lusty white boy.  Me go back to Japan.  Me
have be good girl again."  Her mouth, coated with my spunk,
widened into a leering grin.  "Nasty me now!"

I pulled her to her feet and encircled her with my arms.  We kissed,
our tongues entwirling.  As she clutched to my bulging arms, I
unzipped her top and unclasped her black satin bra.  Taking a long
sniff of her breasty essence I tossed them to the floor and pressed
her perky tits to my lips.  She was cool to the touch.  Her skin was
an unblemished ivory.  She brought her hands up modestly, as if to
cover herself, but I caught her wrists and restrained her.  It was
then her breath began to quicken and she rubbed her legs with their
nylon stockings against me as I slowly sucked each of her dark
small nipples.  I knew what she wanted.

I threw her across the bed, face first, and began to unzip her skirt.
She cried out, but I just gave her a shake and brought the zipper
down.  It was like unwrapping one of those wonderful Japanese
gift boxes.  The skirt parted and Katsue's wonderful white rump
was revealed.  The only wrapping left was a pale pink thong, like a
ribbon between her cheeks.  I bent over and, as she squealed,
ripped the thong off with my teeth.

She was moaning and whimpering now.  I vaguely wondered what
Katsue's neighbors would think of this commotion.  I parted her
legs.  Ah, pure black silken Japanese bush!  With my index finger I
trailed up and down her little Asian slit.  Oh, she was going to feel
me when the time came.  I licked my finger.  She was wet and
tasty.  I bent over her, gripping the small of her back firmly with
both hands.  The heels of her sandals dragged against my legs and
her nylons rasped against my skin.

"You want me, the horny, savage, white boy to fuck your cunt?
You slut.  You horny slit-eyed Asian pussy.  You want it."  My
hands tightened around her hips.  She thrashed and moaned before
finding the words.

"Yes!  Fuck me devil.  You hung devil.  Me wanna--  Eeek!"  I
flipped her over suddenly and piled on top of her petite frame with
my 230 pounds of pure muscle and lust.  She struggled beneath
me, but I was too big.  Gripping both her wrists in one hand I
shoved my dick into her tight Asian pussy.  Her eyes rolled, and
she went momentary limp as I broached her.  She let out a low
shocked gasp.  But with the first thrust she went wild beneath me,
screaming and flailing, shaking her tities, slapping my thighs.  I
gripped her hard.  What would someone see walking into the
room?  This giant fucking a fairy girl.  Her heels digging into my
ass, her black nylon legs wrapped around my lightly tanned body.
Her smallness crushed under this muscle bound monster.

Oh! I felt her wet little snatch suck close to every inch of my dong.
I ploughed my space into her, making an Asian sweetheart into a
western sized slut with each pounding thrust.  She began to cry out,
first in Japanese, then, as her eyes refocused on me, in English.

"Me grateful!  Me berry grateful!  Oh!  Oh!  Me pussy so hot!
You savage!  You savage cock!"  Her voice was getting louder and
higher.  I thrust harder and faster, crushing the poor girl into her
pillows and teddy bears with my sex, her legs sticking into the air,
one of her sandals fell with a thump onto the floor.  Her snatch was
so juicy and tight, catching the skin of my cock head, making me
twitch and making me pulse.  She was so petite.  It was like I was
gripping only a pussy between my hands and driving my cock into
it faster and faster.  But oh how she cried, in her high little jap
voice!

"Oh, ah, you shoot...  Make me cum!  Make me cum!  I your good
time girl!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!!!  P-weez.  P-weez!  Yes!  Yes!"  I
rode her, like riding a kitten.  I shot every drop into her eager
young pussy, until I was convinced it would start coming out her
ears.  And her pussy was a sinewy thing.  It contracted around me
and squeezed out every drop, every single drop.

Then, after, I lay on top of her, enjoying the feel of my twitching
cock in her tight cunt and her small body pressed beneath mine.

Then suddenly there was rapid knocking on the door.  I lurched up
woozily.  Katsue pulled on a silk red robe.  She called out
something and was answered by something rapid fire.  I didn't
understand a word.

"Quick!  You go out fire-escape!"  She pushed me, still naked, out
the window and shut it behind me.  "I throw down clothes."  Not
having a choice, I shimmed down the fire escape and then stepped
back from the building to see what Katsue was doing.

When I realized who was looking down I hurriedly covered
myself.  There was Katsue, but on either side of her were two other
Asian girls.

"You see?" Katsue said.  "He got cock like big bull."

"Oh, me panties wet!  He so hung and strong," said the friend on
the right.

"He sex you good?" asked the friend on the left.

"He fucka great!" enthused Katsue.  "You try him too?"

"Katsue!"  I called up, for a moment forgetting to cover myself,
provoking more squeals of delight from the devilish girls and also,
my cheeks going deep red, from a few other windows as well.
"Katsue, throw down my clothes!"  There was a pause and then
something tinkled to the ground below me.  It was the keys to my
room.

"You tired now," said Katsue, as her friends covered their mouths
and laughed.  "You go home and rest.  You fine...what you say?
Stud.  You fine stud.  You go home, get clothes tomorrow."  The
window shut.  I was dumbfounded, what was I going to do?  I was
naked in the middle of campus.  What if security caught me?

The window opened again and I let out a sigh of relief.  I was
about to thank her when something black and silken, not my
clothes, fluttered down over my face.  I pulled it off and looked at
it.  It was Katsue's bra.

"Souvenir," Katsue giggled.  The window shut again and this time
the lights went out.

Well, I got back to my room okay.  Only one person saw me,
funnily enough the blond I was ogling when ensnared in that little
oriental minx's trap.  I think the blond wanted a date when she
caught me riding the elevator to my floor.  She was laughing too
hard at the time for me to be certain.  She used my cock to press
her floor!

Now all those giggles coming from the little Asian girls have a
different meaning for me.  I've been asked and have agreed to help
other sweet oriental darlings find their rooms.  Some want to have
their clothes ripped off, some want to be taught certain sexual
practices.  One girl even planted me in her unsuspecting friends
room!  I seem to be on the curriculum now, a happy and
unexpected change from a week ago.

I still haven't work up the nerve to go back to Katsue's room and
retrieve my clothes, though I suppose I should.  I guess I fear
Katsue as somehow being my sadistic mistress.  But to be honest,
I've thought of nothing else but returning to her. I imagine what I
will be ordered to do to her equally depraved little friends, and
it gives me a terrible boner.

I still don't know what I'm going to do with her bra.

-fin-

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