Honey Flava

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” was all she could muster for a reply.

Faster and faster their motions went. Having Brody tied up actually made him more enthusiastic. He was fucking her so hard that she thought she would be sent up through the ceiling.

She was swirling in a world of pleasure, and before she knew it her pussy tightened around his cock. A loud moan came out of her mouth as her orgasm hit her. No client of hers had ever made her cum that hard before.

Seconds after she came, Brody followed by shooting his sperm into her. The added fluid gushing into her body prolonged her ecstasy.

“I’m definitely coming back. Maybe next time we can role-play? I’ll be the football jock and you’ll be the naughty Asian tutor,” Brody suggested, which caused Shirley to laugh.

“Maybe,” she said playfully.

Brody ended up staying longer, and Shirley really gave him the full Mistress Charisma treatment.

The Seduction of Nguyên Lang Ha

J. F. GUMP AND LISA DANFORD

DURING THE LAST FIVE days, Nguyên Lang Ha had driven over twelve hundred miles and made ten sales calls. Not sales calls in the usual sense, but more like customer relations. Her father had grown up in Vietnam and had brought the Asian way of doing business with him when he came to America. He believed that by making friends with his clients they would help him succeed. Lang had continued her father’s tradition after he became too old for the road.

Her parents were among the lucky few who had escaped Vietnam during Operation Frequent Wind. They had launched their import and distribution business with a small loan from the U.S. government, then busted their asses to make it work. Lang was fiercely proud and humbly honored to carry on in the wake of their success, so she never argued about the exhausting trips. Sales always improved after her customer visits, so she supposed there was something to be said for her father’s way of doing business.

During the last two years, she had actually started looking forward to the trips. She and her husband were childless, and once he’d learned of his infertility, he had quickly become impotent. The doctors said it was psychological, but the problem remained. His attraction to alcohol only made it worse. They hadn’t made love in months. In desperation, Lang had purchased a vibrator and used it often, especially when she was away from home where no one could hear her moans of much needed relief.

For reasons she didn’t understand, her need for sexual release had become increasingly urgent since turning thirty. She ached for a silken, hard penis to completely quell her inner itch, but the opportunity never seemed to arise. Men often looked at her, but none ever approached. Perhaps it was because she was Asian, or maybe she somehow gave off signals that she was unapproachable. It didn’t help that her breasts were quite small, at least according to American standards. She glanced in the rearview mirror. With her glossy black hair, almond eyes, and slightly flared nose, she looked like every other Vietnamese she’d ever seen. Maybe she was just plain ugly, despite what her father had always said.

As she neared her hotel, she noticed an Applebee’s across the street. It took but a second to convince herself that she deserved a drink after the grueling week. She headed straight to the bar and grill.

She ordered a rum and Coke, took a deep breath, and waited for the day’s tension to float away. She had barely settled into her seat when a man strolled in and sat a few stools away. She glanced briefly in his direction, then turned back to her drink. The man was young, probably in his midtwenties, certainly younger than her. His hair and complexion were dark. He could have passed for Asian, except his eyes lacked the classic epicanthic slant. Her second guess was Latino, which seemed to fit.

His clothes spoke of exquisite taste. He appeared neither fat nor lean, but solid, like someone who exercised frequently. And

he was handsome, in a rough, bad-boy sort of way. But she expected that he would ignore her just like every other man she’d ever encountered while traveling. Besides, men were nothing but animals who only wanted to use a woman’s body for a few minutes before going to sleep. At this point in her life, she had no need for a man, especially her husband with his mostly useless penis. Her vibrator didn’t stop until she climaxed, and it never drank so much it couldn’t perform. That automatically made it better than a man. Her thoughts rambled on in an attempt to convince herself that she was better off alone and sexually frustrated.

Just as she finished her drink, another appeared on the bar. “I didn’t order this,” she whispered to the bartender.

“It’s from him.” He pointed toward the dark stranger. “He paid for your first one, too.”

Lang stared over at the man. He was watching a sports show on the television. She wished he would look in her direction so she could at least nod her acknowledgment, but he kept his head turned away.

She shrugged and sighed. “Tell him I said thanks.”

The bartender walked to where the man sat, talked for a second, then went to serve another customer. The man looked over and smiled. By reflex, Lang smiled back. A moment later he stood and walked confidently in her direction.

“Thank you for accepting the drink,” he said. “I was hoping for the chance to tell you what a beautiful woman you are.”

Lang blushed at his compliment; her heart performed mini-flip-flops. She tried to think of something clever to say, but nothing came.

“Where are you from?” he continued.

“Chicago,” Lang said, recovering her voice.

The man laughed. “I meant your ancestors, but Chicago is close enough.”

His smile was alluringly sexy, vivid white contrasting against amber skin. Her blush faded as she began to relax. “My family is from Vietnam. I’ve been there, but I’ve never lived there.”

“Vietnam. I thought so. You remind me of a Vietnamese girl I fell in love with when I was seventeen. She moved away a year later, and that was the end of that. I never completely got over it.” He paused reflectively and said, “Sorry for my bad manners.”

Lang blinked. “What bad manners? You mean because you had a crush on an Asian girl?”