From Jenny to Mei Ch. 26

She'd worn a white garter and hose with a preposterously small triangle on a string for panties, presumably confident she'd get him in this position. When she turned around to show him her ass he lost it and pushed her toward the heart monitor. He felt her resist and grabbed more firmly, intent on taking her.

'Sweet slut,' he thought, and felt his mind haze over with the narcotic of lust.

"No, Alan," she said in a worried tone as quietly as she could, but it was already too late.

"Bend over," he said with a determination in his voice that left no room whatsoever for compromise.

"No..." she said but his mind was too deep in the zone to hear her. His big hands held her hips and lifted her, pushing her to the right and up onto the machine. Then her left arm was wrenched back and she was pinned.

Nowadays she loved being man-handled so the problem wasn't a lack of respect or anything and it wasn't that he was ignoring her... she really liked that. It was thoughts of Philip that caused her to resist. But when she felt him pull her panties back and to one side, the the press of his cock at her pussy and, despite the squeezing together of her legs and her squirming, she gave in with the first magical sensation of her lips being pressed apart.

'Oh my god, Philip,' she thought as though it were a prayer for forgiveness, 'what have I gotten myself into?'

It was wide, like fucking doorknob wide. She once tried to fuck herself with a bottle of water when she was in the mood to experiment. The experiment failed but this sensation was just like that one.

'Wide, so damn wide! Big as that dildo of Ai's that can't fit either of us.'

"Oh," she moaned as he increased the pressure. "Dr. K!"

"Alan!"

"Yeah, Alan, sorry. Do you have some... oh fuuuuck! Damn, damn, damn... DamnDamnDamnDamn!!"

"Too much, Mei Chun?"

"DamnDamnDamnDamn... just shove!"

Mei knew she had a tight cunt. Next to her uncharacteristically fine tits, unusual for a slim Asian girl, and her taught ass, she thought it her most appealing feature. And even better, as far as Philip was concerned, was the outrageous way it would weep its sticky sap. But snug as her pussy was, she had never felt like she would injure herself before. Now, as she experienced the pressure of such an enormous cock head pushing, not only at her hole, but around it as well, she thought it just might rip.

'Holy motherfucker - that's a big dick!'

He pulled back, wiped around her lips in a clockwise circle and groaned at the sight.

"In," she said, casting her reluctance aside, "in, in, I want it in. Want you inside... Oooooooh-my-God, oh-my-god."

The pressing was sweet and painful and delicious.

Then, right when the pain peaked and she resolved to break the bad news that she just couldn't take it, she felt her resistance give way and a pipe wide column of cock sink inside her.

"UuugggggGoddammit."

He groaned.

"Oh my sweet god!"

"Ugh," he grunted.

It just kept sliding in.

"Ooh fuck that's good."

His impossibly long cock just kept coming, spreading her like a speculum and filling her more full than ever before. It was so delicious, with a bit of pain that she appreciated and she figured he wasn't giving her everything.

'Where did he get a cock like this? It's as hard as my glass dildo!' She wondered if he were doubling his Viagra dose or if some men just never lost it. She'd think about it later, now was the moment to take the cock of a lifetime. Just as she thought he was all the way in he bumped forward a bit, then withdrew in a prolonged evacuation to her lips.

The emptiness made the filling so much more divine.

She welcomed the return as he pushed back in to start the cycle anew. 'Goddamn that's big!' she emoted more than thought. 'Fucking horse cock!' The stuffing sensation overpowered her and pushed away extraneous thoughts.

Once he was in as deep as he thought she could take, he pulled back and started a regimen of slow, strong glides. It was the tightest pussy he could remember and probably the wettest. The white garter and hose was just so... so... 'She's such an adorable little slut!' The contrast made her skin look like light tan leather, the wispy short hairs on her flesh near the straps showed her youth.

"Oh yes," she started, "oh fuck... oh my god," her words were like bumps in the road between smooth grunts and 'mmmm' hummed in a constant stream. "Jesus, Alan."

'How can this old man fuck me like he's a teenager?'

Mei loved getting fucked. She loved everything about it, the sounds of a man in the throws of passion, the feeling of his torso and arms around her. Mostly it was this sensation that she craved the most. The filling, the thrusting, the way her pussy would quiver in little micro orgasms when a guy would hit her deep. The visual did it for her as well. Seeing a thick cylinder of flesh pierce her was exquisite. A hairy stomach and thighs lowering to touch her bare soft skin was so masculine and alien. Now that she had had a woman, or two, she appreciated the dissimilarity of the masculine and the feminine much more than she had before. Karla and Ai were so soft and loving and giving. Ai, in particular, was utterly devoted. Her tenderness and patience showed Mei that she loved giving even more than receiving. She began to suspect that Ai wasn't quite human.

But men, she reflected, with Dr. K's, what was it, ten inches, began to bump her cervix, was all about penetration and pulling her insides out. Theirs was demanding, insistent need. Stuff like love and emotion were secondary. His was raw need and she loved it. She felt so special being able to give like this.

He felt a spongy plug when he went deep and, noticing her whine and shiver, said, "Sorry. That's your cervix."

"That's not my cervix, that's my belly button."

He chuckled a bit and said, "You're cute, Mei, but that has to hurt," the sound of caution and sympathy now clear in his voice. His desperation seemed to be softening now that he was deep inside her.

"Just let it burn. Let me enjoy it and if you can't stand the tears, only go real deep, like, every fourth time."

"Like this?" He pushed extra slowly until he bumped against that soft plug once more and kept on pushing a bit. It forced her up and onto her tiptoes and pigeon-toed her feet, pushing her heels up and out, opening herself even further.

She tensed up, grew even tighter around his penis. It was, for her, an indescribable sensation of pain, to be sure, but also of total penetration. A skewering, an impalement that pushed her lungs empty and left her feeling woozy. It felt like he had his arm in her cunt up to his elbow and he was searching inside her for his lost keys. She dug her nails into the skin of his wrist and groaned the sexiest sound of ecstatic pain he had ever heard. It was a long, low rumble deep, deep inside her and it took forever to complete: "Uuuuggg-ggoooooddd-dddamnnnn that's good."

"Just like that?"

"Oh Jesus, just like that. Oh please, please, just... goddamn... just like that. I don't care if I bleed."

It wasn't just the pain, or the depths he reached that no one else could, it was the damn girth of the thing, like he had a can of tennis balls shoved in her cunt.

He took a few more shallow, well, shallow for him, strokes. "Ready for ..."

"Fuck yes. Don't ask. Just... " her hair shot in an arch over her head, "uuuggg-ggoooooddd-dddamnnnn. Again!"

'Wow, this is getting fucked!' she thought.

"Mei Chun?"

"Fuck, Alan, again! And call me Mei when you've got that beautiful dick inside me."

Slower this time he pressed nearly all he had into her and left it there.

Her reaction started slower this time but emerged from the same place in her belly, probably near where his cock was. "oh my god. Oh my god. Oh My God. Oh My God! OH MY GOD!"

He clamped a hand over her mouth, inadvertently sealing her nose.

"OH MY FUCKING... OH GODDAMN. FUCK, FUCK... FUUUUCK!!"

It was all a high pitch mumbling into his hand but Dr. K knew an orgasm when it presented with symptoms this self-evident and did what he thought appropriate. He began to jab deep and hard, already surmising she enjoyed the pain.

She uttered the first word that came into her mind. "DEEPER!"

"You sure?"

"Deeeeeeppperrr," she growled.

He pushed the last inch in and had to re-cover her mouth as the inhuman groan she let out would definitely get them discovered.

She was splitting open, she was sure. If he had more lying in reserve it was going to come out her navel.

"Oh fuck!"

"Yes, Mei."

"Oh holy shit...uggh, fucking...!"

"I'm coming, Mei," he groaned, the sound suffused with the inevitability and inexpressible pleasure of his approaching orgasm. "You beautiful..."

"YES!" she shouted into his palm, then mumbled quietly, "Come in me... come in me."

He grunted and panted and rammed her fast and hard. He shifted both hands to her hips and gripped her as though he were hanging from a cliff and she a tree limb keeping him alive. She loved it, the desperation she could feel in her flesh.

"That's it, Alan. Gush into me. Do it, daddy!"

"Ugnnn!" she heard him grunt one final time before the realization of what she just said burst in her consciousness: 'What the total fuck did I just say!??! And why did it feel so right?'

She closed her eyes as she felt him pound his last thrusts and felt the reverberation of his low groan within her body as he came against her cervix.

He slowed and began a sweet rocking to and fro inside of her as she began a quiet meditation on men and their dicks. 'Daddy,' she tested the thought. If felt wrong and right. 'Daddy... daddy, love me daddy? Come inside me daddy? Show me how you need your Mei, your little meimei (daughter).' In a deep, dark recess of her mind she felt its truth, felt it but didn't understand it. She needed something her father never gave, and it wasn't his dick.

Then a revelation that hurt her and blessed her erupted from her subconscious; 'I need my daddy's love and Philip and Dr. K are giving it to me. That hateful, selfish motherfucker never loved me and I've been searching my whole life to find someone who would treat me like he should have.'

And as she stood from being bent over the old heart monitor, she cursed her father. 'You fuck! And now that I know, I'm going to fuck these men like their cum is my life's blood and call them daddy. A word you never deserved. I hate you! You made me a whore searching for what you should have given me, and a bitch who took her revenge on the men that wanted to love me!'

And she started to weep.

"Mei?"

Dr. K was sure that he had injured her.

"Mei?"

Or that she had come to understand that this act, that she has so casually offered him, was far more meaningful than she had supposed. Her regret, he realized, was now crashing on her.

But Mei, sensing that he would be confused, spun around, surprised that his dick took so long to pull out of her, raised her arms and hugged him about the neck.

"Alan, I'm sorry. I'm ok," she said as she squeezed, seeking refuge in his chest.

"Mei Chun, I..."

"No, no, no. I... It's not your... I just realized something painful and it hit me all at once."

"Was it...? Is it...?"

She told him in brief, quick phrases, about her father and the realization that she had been living her life to revenge herself upon him.

"And so you...?"

"I guess I was thinking of what I missed from the man that was supposed to be the most important one in my life. Something like that, probably. I'm sorry. Does it...? Are you...?"

"Did it help?"

She sighed and again buried her head in his chest. "Yes, yes, it was so... it made me realize... and that's got to be good. Did it gross you out, me calling you that?"

"Daddy?"

"Yeah. Kinda sick."

"Not at all. It's not my thing, but... if it helped."

He saw her glance up at him.

"Say it again," he said.

"Daddy," she whispered, her eyes seemed to flash and her muscles appeared to soften.

Never had he heard more need in the human voice. He tightened his grip on her and brought his head down to kiss the frail young woman. He heard it again, this time only a whisper before their lips met, "Daddy!"

They held the kiss for long moments while Mei swallowed his affection for her. She cooed and groaned, wallowing in her new understanding. 'I'm gonna be whole again,' she thought, 'they're gonna love me until I'm a real person and I'm gonna be so good for them, their obedient little girl.'

It felt magical, this connection that transformed her relationship with him from something like affectionate patriarch to pseudo-father figure - that she had sex with - she hadn't worked out the details yet. And rather than try to put the pieces together, she just held his big body and snuggled into his warm mass.

It ended before she was ready, but she didn't blame him for pulling away. They were at work, after all, and could be discovered at any moment.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Better than ever. Thanks."

She dressed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"I wanted to do something special for you, but I didn't know what I would get in return."

"Do you mean your orgasm or your revelation?"

"I meant that horse cock of yours."

He wet his thumb and pushed it under her eyes, trying to clear the mascara streaks from her cheek. "You'd better visit the bathroom before you go back to your desk."

"I'm not sure I can walk," she said with a chuckle.

After he pushed the desk aside he looked at her and she stopped, her beaming smile filling him with affection for her. "Thank you, Mei Chun," he said simply, "you've made me feel... well, complete, desired and hopeful. And... well, thank you."

Sure," she said, "I wanted to... you know, do something special for you."

He smiled, turned, looked down the hallway, and left.

In the bathroom just across the hall she saw she looked horrible, like she'd been throat fucked, her eyes red, lipstick smeared and mascara in black pools under her eyes. She washed her face with that abhorrent government-issue hand soap, glad that she had some cream in her purse. She thought back to his passionate pumping, his desperation to unload in her and marveled at the vitality of a sixty-something man.

She didn't actually stagger back up front, she was able to walk but she could feel the after effects of what was one serious fucking. Despite wiping herself in the bathroom, she felt him drooling from her well stretched pussy. She also had that fuckdrunk feeling of too much dopamine in her bloodstream and thought she was waddling like a duck. Her throat was sore and she felt she could swallow a whole grapefruit.

Although she was sure one look at her would give the game away, no one noticed her well-fucked appearance. She grabbed her purse and went to the closer ladies room, locked the door and stood, palms flat on the counter. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow, what a cock!" she said to her reflection, "who would've guessed?"

She thought, as she reapplied her makeup, that she'd really had to be careful. She had assumed she'd have to labor a bit to get him off, that an old guy like Dr. K would just sit back and take it, and maybe not even come, but he was like a tiger. She loved it, especially when he didn't listen to her plea to stop, which was something new. 'Stop,' had always meant 'stop' but now, apparently, it meant 'rape me!'

But there was something dark in her enjoyment of the encounter. Some shadow of Jenny had appeared and she felt disquietingly familiar feelings. Perhaps she should confess to Philip when she got home, then remembered his promise of something special with Ai and didn't want to miss out on that. Maybe tomorrow night she would tell him? But, again, maybe not.

She noticed Dr. K's door was closed when she left the bathroom and returned to the front desk.

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Ai sat in the back seat of Philip's white '06 Range Rover on the way back to Oakland and he let her study in silence. He was lost in thought. The apartment was the first time he had dipped into his father's fortune. He had always been fearful of becoming sidetracked into a lazy decadence and wondered if this was the start.

As an adult he came to recognize his father's parsimony for what it was, a fear of his wealth turning his son into a no-good sybarite. It was no doubt difficult for him. He must have had the same desire to shower gifts upon his only son, as was natural, however, he never gave in to that temptation. It was perhaps the most enduring gift his father had given him, a self-reliance and love of work that was the core of his personality.

But now he was buying five million dollar penthouses and gathering beautiful young women about him. He wondered what his father would say. But now, he knew, was the time to make his own decisions, right or wrong.

His thoughts moved to a new problem. Now that the girls were taking a great deal of his time it would make sense to give his lead coder a call, offer him a partnership and move most of the work over to him . He would finally have to get office space for his team and make it a real business. He had four coders that did a lot of the routine work like visiting client's data centers and upgrading servers. With his felony record he couldn't get clearance for some sites and when something like a power supply failed he had to get one of them to fix it. It wasn't a problem. He did everything remotely except for meetings.

That issue resolved, he got out his cell and called the manager of the Mandarin. They spoke for a minute or two and Ai listened to the conversation from the back seat. It seemed they would be going to Paris after all.

She waited till he was off the phone. "Philip?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Can we stop by my house? I want you to meet my folks."

"Sure. I'd love to."

"And I need my passport."

"Sure."

"Then take this exit," she said. He did and she returned to studying.

"Whatcha reading?"

"Hydraulics and the Mechanics of Fluids. Turn right at the light."

"Good book? Sounds interesting."

"You know... it really is. Turn right again at that tall oak. I love hydraulics but I'm going to abandon the idea of using it in the machines. Just too impractical. Then three blocks and turn left. Think if there were an leak on someone's carpet or something. Too messy."

The house was middle class suburban, a bit tidier than the others to the right and left with a coat of paint that looked fresher than the others. The only mar was a kid's bike carelessly left astride the walkway.

Ai took his hand and bumped hips as they mounted the stairs and opened the door. The noise of a boy playing and a TV were the first things he heard and he smelled a shrimp stock on the simmer.

"Momma?" Ai said, still gripping his hand and walking him toward the kitchen. She called out again, this time in Vietnamese and as they rounded the corner he heard a female voice call her name and something else, again in their language. They saw her mother coming around from what Philip assumed was a laundry room. She was carrying a basket of folded clothes.

"Hi," Philip said, then thought he should have waited to be introduced.

"Hi," her mother said, and Ai spoke. "Mom, this is Philip, my lover, Philip, this is Khanh Ma, my mother."

Momma Ma was dumbstruck. Ai took the basket, turned and left the two of them alone, taking the clothes down the opposite hall. Just then a young boy entered the kitchen, looked at Philip and was shooed away by his mother with a few words.

Philip watched him go and latch on to his sister's waist with an arm. She tousled his hair and looked back and they disappeared into a room. He turned back to her mother with the startling realization that he was on his own.