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I woke up first and lay alone on the sofa, bathed in sunshine and happiness. The girl I loved was well and truly mine again, and I had her climax twice in the space of a few hours. I laughed inwardly at Jerry?s impotent arrogance, his desire for the girl he would never have. She was mine, and I knew then I wanted her to be mine forever. Victory was mine and it tasted sweet. All of which made what happened next harder to fathom. For, within hours, I undid all that I had striven so hard to repair. Yet there I lay, content and thoroughly oblivious to how close my finger was to the self-destruct button. Before she returned to her parents my nineteen year old Asian girlfriend May asked to use my laptop and my interest was raised by her asking me how to spell words in English. When I asked who she was writing to her reply was vague. It was Jerry. Later that day, after she had left, I noticed she was still signed in to her email account. Curiosity drove me to read back through the several emails they had sent. All were assuredly professional, devoid of flirtation and ambiguity. Yet, what I had feared to find, I had hoped to find. I hesitated as my mouse hovered over the ?sign out? button. I had enjoyed the voyeurism of reading the words shared between my girlfriend and this man that lusted after her. And as I hesitated a plan began to form. I dismissed it, yet it refused to go, taunting my morals that I had the right to know what the girl I loved was saying. My hesitation was persuaded by the immediacy of his reply to her earlier email and my plan swung into action. I set up a new email address, one digit from hers and emailed him from it, telling him it was her new email address, signed of course, in the way she signed off hers, ?Ka May?. I re read his and marked it unread. Then I set up another email account, one digit from his and emailed her, telling her it was his new email address, signed off of course as ?Regards Jerry?. And that was it. I felt wonderfully empowered. Aware that May could not risk giving him her phone number, email would be their only form of contact and every word they shared would now pass unknowingly through me. My jealousy was well and truly subjugated. And that is where the story should have ended, but it isn?t. Had it, then none of what followed would have tortured us as it did. They unquestionably accepted that each had a new email address, and, for a few days, I watched the daily emails between them, copying and pasting them on to each other. She read them at lunchtime, in her university library and his replies were often instant. He told her he was organising one more summer camp in Hong Kong before returning to the States. As harmless as they were, there was no need now for them to be emailing each other. I decided to put her honesty to the test. ?Have you heard anything from Jerry?? I asked casually over the phone. ?Just an email from him saying he is working at another school. Why?? ?No reason, just wondered.? Why was I disappointed that she didn?t lie? Her replies became steadily infrequent, but his remained eagerly rapid. Then her replies stopped altogether. It was my chance to extract myself from my subterfuge. I didn?t take it. I replied for her, only this time I praised his organisation and told him how much I, she, enjoyed working with him. And he didn?t miss the sudden personalization of the emails. Soon they were flowing between us. ?I enjoyed working with you too May. You look so good dancing,? he wrote. ?Do you mean I look good? Or my dancing is good?? Was the reply I sent from her email to him. ?Both! Your dancing is good and you look real good. You have a real cute butt!? It aroused me, knowing how lustfully Jerry had been staring at and admiring my girlfriend?s sexy Asian ass. I didn?t forward it to her email, but I wanted to know more and asked him when he saw it. ?When you danced, when you wear shorts, in your bikini of course?? He replied with a big smiley face. It was a clear attempt to sexualize the relationship that had hitherto been one of strictly boss and employee. On her behalf I accepted the invitation. ?You look so strong Jerry, so fit.? It was like throwing gas onto a fire. Sensing my girlfriend found him attractive, his lust for her exploded in a succession of quickly typed emails. He wrote how had he liked her for years and could not stop thinking of her. He wrote how he assumed she was unavailable, how he wanted to ask for her number but knew he couldn?t. He asked if she would ever date a white man and begged ?her? to send a photo. I played along, enjoying it more and more and the next time she stayed at my apartment I guiltily asked her if I could take photos of her in her black bra almanbahis (http://almanbahis.club/) and panties. Knowing as I took it that Jerry would see my girlfriend in her sexy underwear. Wrongly, knowing that she had no idea that he would see her like that instantly aroused me, and I fucked her quickly, again too quickly for her, on the sofa. Jerry had never doubted the authenticity of who he was emailing and any last possibility of their friendship being professional again was blown away by the crudity of his reply when he saw the photo. He confessed how every time he was near her she unknowingly gave him an erection and how he continually imagined what she might look like naked. I knew the feeling well having had it for five months at the start of our relationship. The questions were thick and fast, what kind of underwear do you wear? Are you shaved, natural or trimmed? I began to find it more and more arousing and the reply I sent from her email address was deliberately provocative and told him that if he was still in Bangkok then he might find out the answers. Aware that their relationship could never again be as innocently platonic as it was, but aware also that the chance of them meeting again was virtually zero, I encouraged him to be ever more open, more crude about his desires for my girlfriend. I told him how much she had fantasized about big white cocks, which, whilst true, was the last thing she would have wanted him, or anyone else who knew her, to know. His reply was that he could not stop masturbating thinking about her, and he attached two photos, one showing his naked, hard cock hovering over a printed photo of her in her black underwear and the second of her picture splattered with his cum. I stared at it. His cock unnervingly close to the camera, fully erect, the muscle bursting through the foreskin with the raw masculine power that mine lacked. There was no question that it was both longer and thicker than mine, there was also no question just how much it craved to be inside my girlfriend. It was both a pity and a relief that she had no interest in it. I looked at the second photo, at how he had defiled her innocence Asian face with splatters of cum. My eyes flicked between her face, her submissive smile and the dominating power of his fearsome white cock. And I wanked furiously. ?You have such a big white cock,? I replied, and I wasn?t lying. The disconnection with reality that the internet can cause had given me a veil of safety in replying on her behalf, yet his reply tore that down and brought me firmly back to reality. He said he could not return to the USA without meeting her, and he wanted to change his plans, fly to Bangkok for a weekend and meet her. Indecision wracked me. For weeks May had assumed their emails had stopped, and she had not spoken his name during that time. As far as she was concerned, he was gone, possibly forever. Only now he was coming back, and now he had seen her in her underwear and assumed she had seen his big cock. And now he wanted to fuck her. All of which she knew nothing about. It was another opportunity to extricate myself from the hole of deceit I had dug for myself. How easy it would be to reply to tell him she was unavailable. For reasons I may never truly understand, I didn?t. With some amendments, I forwarded the email to her real address and several days later, May casually mentioned that Jerry had emailed her and asked if she would meet him for a drink. My reaction was explicitly muted. It was her reaction I was interested in. She didn?t mind meeting him or not and insisted that if she did it was not a date, only a coffee. Later that night, as we made love, I whispered to her that next weekend she might be in bed with Jerry. Her murmured reply was accompanied by her hands stroking down my gently thrusting back. ?Don?t make me think of him or you will turn me off.? I couldn?t help it and my rhythmic thrusts were fueled by the memory of the photo he sent of his big cock. I looked down at her cute face, cleared her long, silky hair from her eyes, stared into their dark oriental innocence and wondered how different her face would look if Jerry was fucking her. As I pondered whether his big white cock would fit inside her tight little Asian pussy, I imagined it. ?I love you so much May!? I gasped, desperately trying to ease her disappointment that once again, I was going to leave her unsatisfied. May was not fooled by my attempt to distract her with a declaration of love. Her frequent feeling of disappointment after we made love was becoming a sexual frustration, one which she began to sense I could not help her with. Her eyes were increasingly open towards other men, yet the thought of being unfaithful almanbahis yeni giriş (http://almanbahis.club/) to me was the antithesis of her natural fidelity. It seemed an insurmountable barrier to the reality of it happening. That was about to change. In the morning she wrote the email and sent it to the address I had set up in his name. I forwarded it with the addition of ?please do not mention anything we have said in the emails or I will be really shy.? His immediate reply was to laugh and promise he wouldn?t and to say he couldn?t wait and had booked his flight and hotel. As the days neared, his emails, which I didn?t forward to her, became more expectant and more explicit. He hoped she was as submissive as she looked, I replied she was, and told how he wanted to get her back to his hotel room and ?give her little ass a good spanking.? Adding she would be his first Thai girl, he told how he fantasized about ?licking her Thai cunt for hours.? I replied how badly she wanted to suck his big white dick safe in the knowledge that it would not happen. The night before he flew, his final emails contained his darkest desires. He craved to defile her innocence, to use her roughly and make her his Thai slut. Wrongly, so wrongly, the words he used to describe my sweet little girlfriend aroused me. I told him how she loved the name and could call her worse. His reply included the photo of her I had sent him before in her black underwear, with the words Thai slut emblazoned across her bare stomach. He signed off, ?See you tomorrow my Little Asian Fuckdoll.? I came looking at it. It was to be a perfect tease. This coarse, arrogant and thoroughly dislikeable man, was about to be undone by his arrogance, by her rejection. How dare he dream that a girl so cute, so pretty and so innocent like May would agree to be his sexual plaything. I almost felt sorry for him as I smiled at the fruitlessness of his journey. Yet beneath the smugness lurked the Achilles Heel of my plan. She was still oblivious to the crudity in the emails and that niggled at my confidence. May was nonchalant about meeting him. Several times she questioned why she was meeting him and suggested cancelling it, and each time I gently encouraged her to. She found him neither mentally or physically attractive and was unaware that he liked her and sure that he liked her friend. She did admit that he was good fun and that meeting him, at the very most, might be ?interesting?. The night before they had arranged to meet, I lay with my girlfriend on the sofa, watching a movie and stroking her hair. The next night she would meet him for an hour, after which I would meet her, and we would go for dinner. ?What if Jerry tries to kiss you?? I asked as she lay with her head in my lap. ?Don?t be silly,? she replied dismissively. ?You will tell me won?t you? If anything happens.? ?Nothing is going to happen. I don?t even like him.? She said with more than a hint of frustration and she began to sense that her meeting him aroused me. ?Well, if it does it?s fine, but just tell me okay?? ?Meaning you want me to sleep with him?? She sat, confused by my indecision, frustrated by my inability to satisfy her and angered by my inference that she was going on a date. ?I don?t mean that,? I replied unsure what I did mean. She walked out onto the balcony, shaking her head. I followed her wrapping my arms around her tiny body and buried my face into her long silky hair. As her hands entwined with mine in front of her and she told me not to worry and that she loved me. Below us the incessant noise of Bangkok seemed as distantly unreal as a movie. Somewhere above us, in the star spangled sky, an American man was sitting on an aeroplane, getting ever closer, with the sole intention of fucking my girlfriend. We didn?t make love that night. The next day we spent lazing around, my apartment filled with the love we shared and punctuated by loving kisses. Yet as the hours ticked away it became the strangest of evenings, watching my girlfriend calmly get ready to meet another man. Her calmness was in direct contrast to my mood of extreme agitation. Uncertainty plagued me and jealousy mingled with excited anticipation as I listened to her sweetly singing in the shower. When she emerged, she teased me with her towel, wiggling her little Asian ass as she dried herself. With my arousal already ignited, her sexy young bottom was utterly irresistible. I threw myself to the floor behind her and stared up at those pert brown cheeks. May giggled and danced teasingly above me, her firm little ass gyrating seductively inches above my face. I grasped her slim hips and held her still. To my delight, as I gripped her hips she bent forward, placed her hands almanbahis giriş (http://almanbahis.club/) on the dressing table, raised herself on tiptoes and cutely stuck out her pert Thai ass. She knew where I wanted to lick her, and, for the first time, her shyness had gone. She wanted to feel my tongue licking and probing her ass. I gently pulled her cheeks apart and angled her so that the evening twilight illuminated her most private hole, excitedly aware that I was the only man in the world to see it. May waited patiently as my eyes admired the view of her beautiful brown cheeks and tight little hole. Then I stretched my tongue out and when I felt the firmness of her cheeks pushing back at my face and heard her giggle, I knew I was near. I pushed my tongue out and pressed my face until the tip of my tongue found her hole and licked lovingly over the exquisite tightness. Each lick made both of us sigh loudly, our pleasure equal. My lips moved over her taut young cheeks, smothering them in urgent kisses, but my tongue tip was magnetically drawn to her tight asshole. The pertness of her cheeks frustrated my attempts to hold them open as much as I wanted and I moved her hips, trying to position her to get as much access for my tongue as I could. ?Wait,? May asked, then to my delight, she moved the dressing chair, knelt on it with her knees spread and arched her back. Then, as my eyes widened, she reached behind and gently held her cheeks open. ?Is this better?? ?Fuck yes!? I cried, staring briefly before burying my face into her bottom and drilling my tongue tip into her tight asshole. Her ass pushed back onto my face, her desire to feel my tongue inside matching the hunger of my probing, thrusting tongue. It curled and twisted and finally my tongue tip slid inside and I thrust my face at her ass, tongue fucking her wildly with every thrust making her gasp loudly. I lifted her thighs so that I could get right under her, but as she placed her foot on a chair, her hand covered her pussy. I tried to unpeel her tightly clamped fingers, but they refused to budge, and she shyly mewed to dissuade me. With my curiosity piqued, I pulled them off and saw why she was reluctant to let me see. Her neatly trimmed thatch of black hair had gone. ?Oh May!? I cried, ?You shaved your little pussy!? ?Stop,? she giggled shyly. ?I didn?t mean to, my razor slipped.? I held her hands away and looked at her freshly shaved pussy. It looked beautiful, but my long suppressed concern that she liked Jerry, resurfaced. I wondered again whether there lurked deep within her a desire to submit to this bestial, ugly man. I stroked my tongue approvingly along her bare, tight slit as she shuddered. ?I?ll be late,? she protested. I stopped. May hurriedly changed, and when she reappeared, I had my second surprise of the night. She wore a white tee shirt and a short, pleated grey skirt. She looked younger than her nineteen years and much too innocent to have written the crude emails. Indeed the outfit made her look like a flirty schoolgirl ,and I knew that was going to be a red flag to the bull like Jerry. I wondered how long it would be before the big cock I had seen in the photo was hard. May?s feelings had taken her by surprise. The indifference she had felt towards meeting him all week had begun to evolve the moment she had begun to physically prepare to meet him. The wrongness of meeting him had begun to excite her. The thought of teasing him and me, by wearing a short skirt accentuated that excitement. Although it took years for her to admit, the vulnerability she felt in wearing a short skirt in the knowledge she was meeting this strong white man, had deepened that excitement into a state of arousal. She hurried around my apartment, checking her phone, checking her make up, checking her hair and with a quick kiss on my cheek she opened the door and waved goodbye. Then she was gone, leaving an empty silence and a perfumed cloud behind her. I stared at the shut door, wondering what I had done, what would happen and regrets began to seep into my mind, but I worried it was too late. For an hour, I paced nervously around my apartment, my phone in my hand and as the time she had promised to call passed, my fears grew that he had discussed the emails with her. I checked my phone was working, stared at it, willed it to ring but as a second hour approached I could wait no longer. I called her. Jerry was already at Starbucks when May arrived, waiting with his arms spread out on the sofa. His welcoming smile relaxed her and she recalls how a man had never looked at her before in the way that he did then. When she stood in front of him and gave him the traditional Thai ?wai? of welcome, his wild, staring eyes openly denuded her, reluctantly leaving her thighs to return to her eyes. She sat upright on the armchair opposite, her hands on her lap, his eyes continually returning to the gap he hoped to see between her tightly clasped knees.