Asian Slave Submits

By Adam Bakar

Published on Feb 23, 2015

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ASIAN SLAVE SUBMITS 6

What a rollercoaster of a weekend!

The extra t-shirt from Rewan was a welcomed respite from the over--exposure and paranoia on the taxi ride home. I had to sit myself down on the couch and just gather my thoughts, not "slap myself awake to convince it wasn't a dream" sort of way, but kinda let the experience sift through my consciousness. It was a complete and utter sensory overload.

Tired of digesting, I felt the lust rising in me again, my cock hard. Stripping off, I laid a towel on the couch and sat on it. I fingered myself to scoop out the weekend's worth of cum and swallowed it while furiously jacking my cock, reliving moments when I was dominated, double-fucked and bred by 2 virile white studs.

The number of times they dumped their baby batter deep in me could've impregnated me many times over I'd be carrying sextuplets! The thought itself was strangely arousing. Strange, but hot. I didn't cum torrents like I did in the sauna, but it was a satisfying wank.

I walked funny for days after the whirlwind weekend fucking marathon, the numb soreness on my arse a constant reminder of what epic heights I reached as a bottom. My nipples were hypersensitive from all the tit work, a slight brush to them would set me off and got my cock hard. I still kept thinking about the weekend, even daydream about it at work. Hook, line, sinker.

It was certainly a weekend of many firsts in my sexual journey. Rewan and Greg delighted in the tightness of my boyhole and seize it as theirs when they double-penetrated me. Initially I chafed at the bit, then submitted completely to them. I hoped that I had satisfied them with my performance.

They left for Singapore the Tuesday after our weekend encounter, before heading back to Europe. It was a while before I heard from them again, the wait was exhausting. I had random bursts of GTalk conversations with Rewan ranging from their feedback re the audition weekend to more subtle things like the reason why he lied to Greg about me. Basically why sometimes he played the good cop to Greg's bad cop etc.

They had certainly awakened a beast in me that could not be satiated. I had no dom tops to compare them too, no other experience to draw upon; but I knew that it would be difficult to find anyone quite like the 2 of them. I had since been to a sauna near the central train station in KL and got fucked by a big black cock in the steam room. The small crowd that formed around us turned me on, but the top wasn't as rough and dominant as Rewan and Greg, hence the sex was mediocre. He was just not the formidable duo that was Rewan and Greg.

It would be another 3 weeks before they asked me to join them in Europe, to be their own personal live-in fuckslave. It took a few more weeks to discuss the logistics. I certainly didn't need persuading, but I wanted to know what I was getting myself into.

Yet I spent days mulling over the paths before me. Don't get me wrong, it was a simple decision for the inherent pigslut in me to make. A simple informed decision. Yet the prospect of venturing to a new continent was a daunting one. I had a strong and supportive base of friends and family here, in a city I was familiar with and had got very comfortable in. My career progression was good and moving could possibly set that back.

I probed the feasibility of a work transfer to Europe: it was certainly a possibility with my skill sets, but perhaps not with my experience. An 18 months fixed-term vacancy opened up at an opportune moment - couldn't believe my luck! It would give me an exit strategy if the arrangement with Rewan and Greg go tits up.

Things are falling into place smoothly despite the possibility that they could hit a dead end at any juncture. Although my transfer application was accepted and everything else was in order, there was a small niggling part of me that was hesitant to leave my life here in Kuala Lumpur.

Not until a chanced encounter with another Caucasian stud, Irish in fact. He was a slightly older at 36, nice muscular body with alabaster skin, and a fat cock that grew to 7 inches long. I was in for a good pounding judging by the girth of his cock, something I looked forward to as I hadn't been fucked in a while.

He answered the door to his hotel room wearing only a towel, let me in, and ordered me to strip straight away. He was a man of very few words, but they were the right ones. I proceeded to touch and worship his body as his own hands fondled my small brown arse. He inserted a finger in my mouth to moisten it and immediately fingered me. My own Asian cock was tenting up nicely in the jockstrap that he requested that I wear.

I was disappointed when he refused to kiss me, but he didn't object when I removed his towel, revealing a semi-flaccid but very fat cock indeed. The lust in me rose up as I stroked his cock to full mast, feeling and remembering the girth that would soon satisfy my hungry slutty hole. My own hard cock was screaming for attention in its jockstrap cage, but I was told to keep it on when I tried to remove it.

Mesmerised by his cock, I knelt to gobble it but struggled to fit the girth in my small mouth. I wasn't given a second chance as with little effort he lifted my lithe frame and bend me over the back of the armchair, facing the vast glass window that stretched the whole expanse of a wall.

He said he wanted to fuck me while the whole city watched us, which brought out the exhibitionist fuckwhore in me. I wriggled my arse to taunt him as he sheathed his cock in rubber, lubed up and lined up his cock with my arsehole.

I was tempting pain by withholding any poppers, wanting to feel the width of his cock stretch my fuckcunt. His invasion was slow yet firm as my asschute struggled to cope. It felt good, yes, but reckoned it would be better with poppers after holding out as long as I could.

One sniff, two sniff... and I reached the apex poppers pig haze, expecting a battering assault on my greedy hole, but was undeservedly let down. My top started on what could only be described as a boring and slow fuck he might as well made love to me. After a few moments of passionless fucking, I took the lead and started to furiously buck my arse on his fat pole.

But my top held my waist, arrested my movement and told me to stop. He picked up his pace a little, but it was simply insufficient for me. Feeling very little pleasure, I guided his hands to my nipples and encouraged him tweak, abuse or do something to them so I can get my juices flowing. He gave them a few token tugs before losing interest and concentrated on his soundless fucking.

"Fuck me harder," I plead, a final attempt at getting him to be rough.

"Hmmggh," he grunted, yet showing no change in his fucking rhythm.

I gave up. I lost my concentration on the sex and at one point was counting the windows on the opposite building, wondering what was happening behind the drawn blinds. The lust has completely gone out of me, my cock flaccid. I could've stop the action altogether, but was unsure if he would mind. He came fairly quickly though, and just at the right moment as my arse was getting sore.

Even the climax was silent and uneventful, an anti-climax to a shag lacking of any domineering and sadistic streak. It was at that point that I realised I would be absolutely foolish not to accept Rewan's and Greg's offer.

That only took over a year to finish all of 6 chapters. Thanks to all that took the time to write to me, your feedback and encouragement was instrumental in motivating me to finish my story so far.

Keep them coming and keep an eye out for the rest of my adventure!

Next: Chapter 7


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