“You were the first, Nikki,” he said softly. “The first girl I ever jacked off to…”
Undoing the drawstrings, Johan reached inside his shorts and pulled his long, uncut cock clean out of them. For the second time that day, I found myself staring in at this young man’s monstrous tool, unable to look away.
“Johan, stop,” I said, shaking my head. “Put that away…”
“I was obsessed with you,” he moaned, beginning to stroke himself. He was only semi-erect but already larger than my husband. “I still am…”
“This is wrong!” I cried. “You need to stop!”
“I tried!” he cried. “I watched so much Asian porn, Nikki. So many MILF videos… Asian MILFs, with big tits, just like you…”
In seconds, his cock had grown to obscene proportions in his hands. How can this boy be only 19-year-old, I wondered.
“When I got to college, I… I thought that if I finally fucked an Asian girl, I could get it out of my system,” he moaned. “But I fucked a lot Asian girls last year, Nikki, and none of them could make it stop…”
The more he spoke, and the more he stroked, the more I felt the temperature of my body rising.
“And then, when you came here alone… without your husband…”
Oh god, I thought, my stomach tying itself up into knots of guilt. Steve.
Where are you, Steve? Why did you let me come here alone? What am I doing? What have I done? What should I do?
“I knew that I could finally solve you,” he grunted, stroking himself faster. “That I could finally fuck you…”
“NO, JOHAN!” I yelled, standing up and stepping away. “You need to stop this and let me go!”
He moved closer to me, keeping his body between me and the exit, his huge, fully-erect cock wagging back and forth between his legs.
“Do you like porn, Nikki?” he growled.
“I’m a married woman,” I pleaded.
“Do you watch porn… with your husband?”
I couldn’t answer that. I wouldn’t.
“Have you ever watched a white guy fuck an Asian girl?”
“Let me go,” I whispered. “Please.”
“You have, haven’t you?” he nodded, looming over me. “Does it turn you on?”
“I can’t do this to my husband,” I murmured, but I was cornered, unable to back away.
“Does it turn him on?” Johan growled. “Would it turn him on to see you like this?”
What I couldn’t say–what I wouldn’t say–was that Steve and I did sometimes watch porn together. And sometimes, Steve picked videos of Asian women with white men.
After what my father had told me about the white guys who fooled around with my sister, these videos made me a bit uncomfortable, but I had to admit that they turned me on. I always wondered whether Steve picked those videos because they turned him on, or whether he picked them because he knew they would turn me on.
“Don’t talk about my husband…” I whispered.
“If your husband were here, I bet it would turn him on,” he said, grabbing my hand. “To watch a young white guy with a big dick fuck his hot Asian wife…”
He moved my hand against his cock, forcing me to grasp him, wrapping my delicate fingers around his thickness.
“This is wrong,” I said, looking away, trying to pull my hand back as he held it there. “I can’t do this…”