Chapter 3: Rising Action
Austin knew what he was doing. When he said to her that the pleasure between her Chinese legs would be too intense knowing she was giving her body to someone whom her son hated he was not lying. They already had their first sex session and Cindy could not believe the pleasure she was feeling between her Chinese legs. It was almost unbearable. Austin brought her to orgasm after orgasm. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her and when. Cindy couldn't help but moan loudly, her cries echoing through the house. Austin grinned slyly, reaching down to rub Cindy's clit harder. She let out a sharp cry, her pussy spasming around Austin's cock. Austin groaned, thrusting deeper into her.
After her divorce and coming to USA for her job, Cindy still kept her dating choices among the Chinese American men in USA. But today having sex with this muscular, tall, white man with his thick cock deep inside her vagina while she was cheating on her son Freddie gave her such a rush. She could already see her son's anger when he finds out she cheated on him with Austin who stole his girlfriend Eileen. It would break every bond between them forever. That thought alone added fuel to her burning desire, making her hotter. This was so wrong and yet so damn right. Cindy felt the wetness seeping through her pussy lips again. Austin, sensing her arousal, reached over and cupped her breast, gently squeezing it. Cindy gasped, biting her lip to stifle a moan.
Austin smirked, his eyes glinting playfully. "So how did it feel?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"You're so bad. Freddie used to be you friend. You were his senior frat brother in college."
Cindy whispered, her voice quivering slightly. "How could you do this to him?"
Austin chuckled softly, trailing his fingertips along Cindy's thigh. "Because I enjoy it, Cindy. I enjoy cuckolding Asian men and taking their women from them, whether it be their girlfriend or wife or some crush they have. It's just my nature and I can't change it." Austin's tone was smug, almost taunting.
His handsome face bore a devious grin, his emerald green eyes gleaming with triumph. Cindy wanted to slap him; to hate him for the monster he was. Instead, she felt her pulse quickening, her senses heightening. This forbidden game thrilled her, and she didn't want it to end.
"Why does it thrill you to do this only with Asians?" Cindy responded defiantly, trying to match Austin's intensity. "Why not your own white race?"
Cindy asked, a challenging edge to her voice.
Austin shrugged nonchalantly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Cindy's inner thigh. "Because it turns me on to know how Asian men feel jealous that I am stealing Asian woman of theirs that should have been for them."
"That's so fucked up," Cindy muttered, but her words lacked conviction as proven her allowing Austin's finger near her inner thighs close to her pussy.
"Yes it is fucked up. But the fucked up things gives the most pleasure, don't you agree?" Austin mused, his fingers pressing lightly against Cindy's sensitive skin. Cindy inhaled sharply, her muscles tensing. Austin chuckled softly, reading her reaction accurately. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He continued without waiting for her response. "I bet you love the idea of sleeping with someone who took your son's girlfriend. You're imagining how Freddie would react if he found out—his anger, betrayal, and pain. Isn't that exciting?"
Cindy swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing red.
"You already let me cuckold your Chinese son. And I am getting the feeling I will soon make you scream for more Austin. Right?" Austin teased, running his fingers along Cindy's inner thigh. He moved closer, his breath hot against her neck. Cindy tried to stay angry, but it was difficult to maintain her composure when Austin's tongue lashed her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"I won't deny it," Cindy confessed, her voice quavering. "This is the most intense experience I've ever had.
But I'm still mad at you, Austin," Cindy declared, her breath catching in her throat. Despite her lingering resentment, there was no denying the electric connection between them. Austin felt his cock twitch in response to Cindy's confession. He pulled away, leaving her nipples throbbing.
"You can hate me later, baby," Austin purred, leaning back onto the couch. "For now, let's focus on the pleasure we can share. Think of your Chinese son Freeddie and it will make the pleasure between your legs even more intense and sweet." Austin said, his tone conveying a sense of ownership and dominance. His words sent ripples of anticipation through Cindy's body.
As Austin pressed his muscular body against hers, Cindy could feel his erection growing larger and harder against her stomach. She squirmed beneath him, her pussy dripping with arousal. Austin's kisses traveled down her neck, sending shivers through her entire body. Each kiss and touch felt like a violation, yet it excited her beyond reason.
"Just think of Freddie," Austin whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Imagine him finding out that his mom is fucking his girlfriend's stealer. How he'd feel knowing you're cheating on him with me, his former friend."
These words echoed in Cindy's mind, creating a twisted fantasy that fueled her arousal. This was too hot. Why was betraying her son with this montrous white man so hot? Why was this so wrong yet so good? Cindy thought as Austin ran his fingers up and down her sides, tickling her skin. Austin's fingers danced along her inner thigh, teasing her sensitive flesh. His touch was gentle yet commanding, and Cindy felt her resolve beginning to crumble. Her previous dates in USA did not even make her orgasm a fraction of the amount that this white man had done over the last one hour they have been having sex. She has he first squirting orgasm today at the age of 44. And he was fearless. He did not fear that Cindy would throw him out for making disparaging remarks about Asian men or her own son or fetishizing Chinese women. Austin boldly crossed lines others wouldn't dare dare to tread. Cindy was surprised to discover how much she savored this illicit pleasure he brought. Austin seemed to know from the start that Cindy would give in more easily if he was open and honest about why he wanted to bed her, that is his desire to cuckold Asian men, even asking Cindy to cuckold her own son
, Freddie. In fact, Austin enjoyed it immensely. With Austin, there was no need for pretense. There was no playing coy or pretending innocence. Cindy reveled in this shameless honesty. It was truly disgusting to think yet so exhilarating to hear Austin admit his desire to humiliate Asian men. As a Chinese woman and mother of Freddie, she should have been repulsed by Austin's twisted racist obsession. Instead her Chinese pussy leaked more juices than ever before. And even more damningly as Austin was sayin those vile racist things, his hands would roam near her pussy and she would let him.
"I want to ask you something." Cindy asked.
"Ask me anything." Austin replied confidently.
"how many Chinese or Asian women have you slept with?" Cindy asked, her curiosity piqued by Austin's admission of his fetish. She wondered if Eileen was merely one of many victims of his cunning manipulation.
Austin paused, his expression turning contemplative. "Oh, I have forgot the count now actually ," he finally answered, his voice cool and collected. "But I am guessing it's more than fourty, and probably less than fifty. My first Chinese girl was when I was eighteen years old. Her name was Jasmine Chen. She was seventeen then. It was summer break and we met at a party. She told me that she liked my blond hair and blue eyes. We hooked up. Then came Angela Lee. She was twenty-one when I was nineteen. She was visiting relatives in my city. We ended up hooking up at a bar. She taught me that Asian girls can be really naughty. She was the first girl who gave me a blowjob. After that, I became hooked on Asian girls."
"Wow, that's a really high number. And all of them were before you took Eileen from Freddie?" Cindy asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Austin nodded, his gaze locked on Cindy. "I'll give you more things to hate about me that will increase the pleasure between your legs. Before Eileen, Freddie saw me bring scores of Asian girls in the dorm and hear their moans from sex while he was single and not able to bring any girls into his room. I let Freddie hear all the dirty talk, the loud moans, the slapping sounds, the occasional cry of 'fuck me harder.' He heard it all," Austin explained matter-of-factly.
Despite her initial shock, Cindy found herself becoming increasingly aroused. The idea of her son hearing her screams of pleasure, while he stayed silent and helpless, made her body tremble with anticipation.
"Are you hating me more now that you are also giving your Asian body to me?"
Austin asked, his eyes dancing with wicked delight.
"Yes you are disgusting!" Cindy snapped, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Your Chinese pussy doesn't think so."
Austin retorted, caressing Cindy's inner thigh. "It's soaking wet and throbbing for another round of pleasure. Don't tell me you're not enjoying this."
Cindy hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's not right," she murmured uneasily. "We cannot continue this. It's too risky. What if Freddie finds out?"
Austin leaned in closely, his warm breath fanning Cindy's cheek.
"Tell me, does your son Freddie has a girlfriend these day?" Austin asked, his voice soft and sultry.
Cindy's face turned crimson. She wanted to lie that indeed Freddie had a girlfriend. But it seemed impossible to lie under the intense gaze of Austin and her predicament between her legs.
She felt that if she lied to Austin about whether Freddie had a girlfriend, Austin would know immediately. Even though she knew that telling lies was a terrible thing to do, she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. So instead, she simply shook her head, averted her gaze, and remained stubbornly silent. She couldn't bear to utter the words that would confirm Austin's suspicions.
Austin watched Cindy carefully, his green eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He sensed her hesitation and realized that she was telling the truth.
"So Freddie is still a sexless Chinese dude with a small penis while you, his mother, is giving me your Chinese pussy and enjoying it immensely, huh?" Austin said, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Your Chinese pussy is definitely enjoying it seems." His voice was low, sultry and extremely smooth and even.
"Sweet Cindy," Austin began, his gaze never wavering from Cindy's moistening pussy. "Please describe the please between your Chinese legs to me now."
Austin requested, his voice low and sultry. His words were designed to provoke Cindy, stirring feelings of guilt and arousal.
Cindy hesitated, biting her lower lip. She knew that she was playing with fire, but even though she knew how wrong it was, it was too hot and wet to resist. The mere thought of Freddie listening to her moans and pleas begging for more from Austin, his old friend, filled her with delicious anticipation.
"Fine," Cindy conceded weakly, her voice quavering slightly. "You win. Just promise me that you'll leave Freddie alone."
Austin grinned broadly, his green eyes sparkling with excitement. "Of course," he agreed eagerly. "I promised you that Freddie won't find out anything from me. But you have to say to me how it makes you feel when your own Chinese son is sexless but you are giving your body to me
, a white man, who is also fucking his girlfriend. Tell me, Cindy, what does it feel like to be the cause of your son's misery?" Austin demanded, his voice deep and enticing.
Cindy gulped, her mouth suddenly dry. "It's not right," she protested feebly, her voice barely audible. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Oh, you're just saying that because you're nervous," Austin scoffed dismissively. "Come on, Cindy, you know you're enjoying this. Admit it."
Cindy hesitated, her face flushing scarlet. "This is too dirty. Too wrong" Cindy whispered, her voice shaking. She was caught in a vicious cycle of shame and arousal, teetering on the brink of self-destruction. She knew that Austin was deliberately manipulating her, exploiting her emotions for his twisted pleasure. Yet, despite her best efforts to resist, she couldn't help but surrender to the intoxicating torment.
"That's right. This is why I like to cuckold Asian men. The pleasure between the legs of their women is sweeter when they know they are being taken away from their Asian men." Austin stated, his voice dripping with sinful pleasure. He was relishing every second of Cindy's discomfort, her confusion, and her arousal. He constantly kneaded and caressed her inner thighs near her pussy as he talked with Cindy. He looked at the state between her legs. He was not disappointed with what he saw. Cindy's pussy was swollen and engorged, her labia bright pink and glistening with moisture. Austin ran his fingers gently over her outer lips, marveling at her beauty.
The main difference between a white woman's body and Asian woman's body was that though objectively both could be similarly fair skinned but the Asian woman's pussy would always be a shade of brown while the white woman's pussy will be lighter or even white. Maybe this was the reason why more than a 100 years ago American lawmakers refused to recognize Chinese as whites because deep down hidden, their genitals revealed that they were not of white race. Austin thought about it as he fingered Cindy's pussy.
Austin continued to tease Cindy, his fingers grazing her inner thighs, causing her to arch her back and moan softly. He smiled slyly, knowing that he had her cornered. His words may have been cruel, but he knew from experience Asian women leaks more when he lets them know directly that they are cuckolding the men of their own race.
"Cindy," Austin purred, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Do you want to feel more pleasure between your legs?" Austin asked, his voice low and hushed. "I promise you, it can get so much better."
"No," she murmured weakly, her voice cracking. "I can't."
Austin grinned maliciously, his fingers dancing along Cindy's inner thighs. "I know you can, darling. I can smell your arousal. Can't you feel it yourself?"
Cindy moaned softly, her body trembling. Cindy whimpered quietly, her voice barely audible. "Don't."
Austin's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Ah, but I love to watch you squirm, Cindy." He slid his hand up her leg, his fingers brushing against her naked labia. "Just think, if Freddie walked in right now, saw us like this, what would he think? What would he feel?"
Cindy shuddered, her body stiffening in his grasp. She knew Austin was purposely twisting the knife, pushing her buttons, but it was working. The more he talked about Freddie, the more aroused she became. Her pussy ached for release, her clit throbbing with need.
Austin's fingers danced along her inner thighs, teasing her sensitive flesh. He knew she was weakening, her resolve crumbling beneath his relentless onslaught.
"You know Freddie actually saw me having sex with Eileen."
Austin admitted casually, his voice thick with lust. "He had come over to my apartment, looking for me, and I guess he didn't knock first. When he opened the door, he saw me pounding Eileen's tight little Asian pussy. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the empty apartment. You bet Freddie saw everything. I saw his face fall when he watched me pull him out of Eileen's pussy and shoot my load all over her face."
Cindy recoiled, her body jolting in disgust. She stared at Austin, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What?" she gasped, clutching the armrest on the sofa. "No, that can't be true."
Austin smirked, his green eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's true, Cindy. Freddie saw me balls deep in Eileen."
Austin confessed nonchalantly, his voice dripping with lust. "He was shocked, stunned at seeing his former friend fucking his girlfriend. I watched his face fall as he saw the look of ecstasy on Eileen's face. The realization that he was cuckolded by his closest friend made him speechless. I saw the hurt in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear himself away from the spectacle unfolding before him."
Cindy's jaw dropped, her body jolting in disgust.
Her mind raced, struggling to process the information. "No, no," she repeated, her voice shaking. "That can't be true. Freddie would have told me, wouldn't he?"
Austin chuckled darkly, his green eyes glittering with amusement. "Well, dear Cindy, I can assure you that it's all true. Every word." He paused, watching Cindy's face contort in horror.
"You're welcome to check with Freddie if you don't believe me."
Cindy froze, her mind racing with questions. Could it be true? Was Austin lying to manipulate her, to get her to come clean about her feelings? She wasn't sure, but the possibility of her son witnessing such a degrading sight tore at her heart.
"You bastard," Cindy spat, her voice shaking with rage. "How could you do something like that to Freddie?"
Austin grinned, his green eyes glinting with mischief.
"Now, Cindy," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Isn't it fun that you are also giving your body to your son's girlfriend stealer?"
Austin teased, his voice dripping with lust. "Doesn't it feel good to fuck the guy who stole your son's girlfriend?"
Cindy flushed, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. "Shut up," she hissed, her voice shaking. "Just shut up and finish this."
Austin laughed, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that what you want, Cindy? To finish this?" Austin questioned, his voice vibrating with anticipation.
Cindy closed her eyes, swallowing hard. She knew she should say "yes" but her body was betraying her massively.
The pulsating heat between her legs grew more intense, and a wave of unbearable longing engulfed her. Cindy desperately needed release from her pussy as it was leaking extraordinary amount of juices. She had never been hornier in her life. She knew she was crossing boundaries, engaging in depraved acts of lust, but she couldn't stop herself. The more disgusting and racist Austin became, the more pleasure Cindy experienced. It was as if her body had become disconnected from her brain, and her vagina had a mind of its own. It craved the forbidden pleasure and humiliation that Austin offered.
Her legs spread wide, Austin's fingers danced around her vulva, stroking both her inner and outer thighs. Every touch of his made her shiver and squirm and bring out a glob of fluid from the realisation Austin was someone who got a lot of sex from other Asian girls whereas her own son Freddie remained without a girl in college dorm.
Austin had become an expert on inflicting racial humiliation on Asian women while at the same time making them feel the sweetest pleasure between their legs. He used his knowledge from psychology classes in college to understand how to push emotional buttons to create specific responses which enhanced their sexual experiences. For Austin, it was not only about fulfilling his fetishes but also making Asian women experience immensely satisfaction from their interracial coupling. He knew Cindy was fighting internally. But he also knew that this internal fight to protect her son was making her leak so copiously when giving in to him. Austin had seen it countless times with Asian women and he loved it. When they are in the position of cuckolding their own race of men with a white, tall, muscular, blonde haired, blue eyed men like him, they had no way to stop their pussy from getting the sweetest pleasure. That is because they themselves realize that their race of men are inferior to tall, blonde, white men. But a white man has be careful with his words though. The trick was to not to be crass or crude or cruel but gently suggestive in the way he spoke. Austin had mastered this art. Every glob of juice coming out Cindy's Chinese pussy showed Austin's mastery. Austin kept drawing circles on Cindy's pussy at the same time kept gently talking about how he used to pleasure Eileen Chu when she was her son Freddie's girlfriend.
Cindy could see the look of satisfaction on Austin's face as he recounted every detail of how he would tease Eileen Chu with his tongue, licking her clit until she screamed in pleasure. Cindy was unable to stop her juices flowing profusely down her thighs; her body betrayed her, and she hated herself for it.
"You know, Eileen loved it when I touched her here," Austin said, reaching down towards Cindy's clitoris. "And she would scream my name, oh, how she would scream. You know, I love watching Asian women lose control like that."
Cindy groaned, arching her back as Austin brushed his fingertips lightly across her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and she tried to fight it, but it was useless. Austin recounting her son's humiliation as well as making her give him her body brought out something primal inside women - women's sexual needs always trumps her maternal or familial instinct when the man with the best genetics is present.
"Yes, yes," Cindy cried, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I want it. Please, give it to me."
Austin grinned wickedly, his finger now firmly pressed against Cindy's clit. "You're going to tell me what you want, Cindy," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me what you want, and I might just give it to you."
Cindy arched her back, thrusting her hips upwards, rubbing her clit against Austin's finger. Cindy knew there was no way she could stop her body from experiencing the pleasures no matter how much she loved her son Freddie. She groaned loudly, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Make squirt on your white hand," she begged, her words tumbling out in a frenzied rush. "Show me how much I've pleased you."
Austin grinned wickedly, his blue eyes alight with lust. Slowly, he moved his fingers downwards, pressing against Cindy's entrance. She moaned softly, her body arching off the couch as he slipped one finger inside her. "Oh God, yes," she cried, her voice strained and hoarse. "Please, more."
With a knowing smile, Austin obliged, sliding in two fingers effortlessly.
Cindy gasped, arching her back as the intrusion sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He curled his fingers inward, stimulating her G-spot, and Cindy moaned loudly, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably.
Austin grinned wickedly, his fingers moving faster. This was his magnum opus - making an Asian mother squirt from her son's humiliation and the ultimate betrayal. He knew that this was the height of his power over Cindy and Freddie. He had controlled both of them, manipulated their lives, and now he was about to make Cindy cum, right after hearing that he was fucking her son's girlfriend, Eileen, in front of Freddie.
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna squirt all over my hand, aren't you?" Austin coaxed, his voice husky and seductive. "I want to see that sexy Asian pussy of yours spray everywhere.
Yes, I want to see you squirt all over the place," Austin commanded, his voice husky and seductive. His fingers continued to work magic within Cindy's core, pressing, stroking, and massaging her most sensitive spots. Each movement drove Cindy closer to the edge, her body quivering, and her moans growing louder.
"Oh God, yes," Cindy moaned, her voice hoarse and pleading. "I'm going to squirt for you. Don't stop." The room was filled with the sweet smell of her
arousal, and Austin could feel the warmth of her wetness seeping onto his fingers. Every thrust of his fingers caused Cindy to writhe and moan, her body writhing with pleasure.
"You're so close, Cindy," Austin murmured, his voice deep and sensual. "Can you feel it?"
Cindy nodded feverishly, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes, I can feel it," she gasped, her voice breaking.
"Please, don't stop."
Austin grinned wickedly, his fingers continuing to work their magic within Cindy's core. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers, and he knew that she was close to the moment of release.
"I want to hear you scream, Cindy," Austin growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Let me hear how much you enjoy this."
Cindy's body convulsed wildly, her muscles tightening as she neared the precipice. She struggled to contain her mounting passion, but it was futile.
Her body reacted to Austin's ministrations, betraying her every intention. Each thrust of his fingers pushed her closer to the edge, her moans increasing in volume and intensity.
"Austin," Cindy pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please, please, I need to cum."
Austin grinned wickedly, his fingers continuing to dance around her clit. "Not yet, Cindy," he taunted, his voice dripping with lust. "You haven't earned it yet."
Cindy groaned, her body arching off the couch in frustration.
She knew she needed to cum, and Austin was toying with her, prolonging her agony. She whimpered softly, her voice hoarse and pleading. "Please, Austin," she begged, her words falling in a desperate plea. "I need to cum."
Austin grinned wickedly, his fingers still twirling around her clit. "Not so fast, Cindy," he taunted, his voice dripping with lust. "You're gonna earn it."
Cindy's heart pounded in her chest, her body yearning for release.
She wanted to beg Austin to let her cum, but she knew that begging would only serve to further demean her. Instead, she swallowed her pride and met Austin's gaze evenly. "Austin," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her.
Austin merely smirked, his green eyes glinting with amusement. "You're going to beg for it, Cindy," he replied, his voice low and sultry. "You're going to beg me to let you cum." Austin spoke calmly, his voice low and sultry. He maintained eye contact with Cindy, his piercing green eyes reflecting a mixture of lust and power. Cindy took a deep breath, trying to gather her strength. She felt her pulse quicken, her palms sweating profusely.
"please Austin I beg you. Make me squirt." Cindy finally managed to ask, her voice trembling with emotion.
Austin looked at her, his eyes glittering with interest. He leaned forward, his expression softening slightly.
"Ok then, now you have earned it." Austin slid his finger inside and curved it to touch her G-spot
. Cindy immediately arched her back completely, and a guttural cry escaped her throat. The feeling of Austin's finger touching her G-spot was one of the most incredible sensations she had ever experienced.
"Ahhh!" Cindy yelled, throwing her head back. "God! Yes! More!"
Austin chuckled softly, his finger never once leaving her G-spot. He knew what to do to make her squirt like an open tap
. He watched the pleasure wash over Cindy's face, her features twisting into an array of emotions – delight, pain, ecstasy, and embarrassment. Watching her reach the peak of pleasure while simultaneously betraying her own son was a sight to behold. Austin found himself grinning widely, enjoying the performance Cindy put on – a mix of physical pleasure and mental anguish.
"Ahh!" Cindy screamed, her voice echoing through the house.
Her body convulsed and shook, and a sudden stream of liquid spurted out against Austin's hand. It was a moment of pure bliss, and Cindy arched her back, digging her nails into the couch cushion. "Squirt for me, Cindy," Austin growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Squirt all over my hand."
Cindy did as she was told, releasing a torrent of orgasm. It was a floodgate opening, and her juices sprayed all over Austin's hand, soaking through his shirt sleeves.
The force of his touch combined with the taboo nature of their encounter unleashed a torrent of orgasmic fluid that seemed to last forever. Austin held her tightly, allowing her to ride out her climax as he savored the sensation of her juices covering his hand. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the muskiness of their sweat and the lingering aroma of the candles burning nearby.
"Fuuuck," Cindy moaned, her voice hoarse and strained. "That was amazing."
Austin smiled, his green eyes glinting with satisfaction.