Message-ID: <37395asstr$1026990602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <tom9211@hotmail.com> From: "Tom Thumper" <tom9211@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <F136x4L28t8YgH5uAy000017056@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 18 Jul 2002 04:39:30.0829 (UTC) FILETIME=[1B606BD0:01C22E15] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 04:39:30 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Escorting Katsue {T Thumper} (MF interr) Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37395> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar 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- Love to get responses to my stories! 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