Manmoirs: The Asian – Part 1

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Kira was this new employee at work. She was in third year University and worked primarily evenings. We had a video project to work on where I edited audio and video, she did the graphics. We were in constant communication in different rooms all the time. I remember the day she walked into the room. She stood 5’2 and had the most ridiculous body I had ever seen on an Asian, ever. Hourglass didn’t do her justice. Her face was perfect in my eyes. Only problem: she had a boyfriend. One night a few of us went to the bar and I invited her out as a courtesy. She said she’d stay for a bit and she needed a ride. I gave her a lift and we talked about some personal things. She was a bit shy and tentative over her boyfriend. Wasn’t sure why (at that moment). About a half hour into the istanbul travesti bar night she told us her boyfriend was picking her up. We said goodbye and didn’t think anything of it. Two days later, she confessed she broke up with her boyfriend that night. About a month earlier he had cheated on her with his ex-girlfriend. The reason, apparently, was his ex wouldn’t care if he wore a condom. Kira was adamant about using protection, and that apparently bothered her boyfriend. I decided to pounce on that. Yes, I had already started flirting with her long before the breakup but this time I was more aggressive. I wanted her, and I wanted her to know it. I also saw a look in her eyes that suggested she wanted revenge on the fucker that cheated istanbul travesti on her. That night would be perfect since we were working very late. We had put together the finishing touches on one project and we had to render. Once again, the stupid and childish lines were working. “I wonder what we could do while we wait for this to finish?” “I don’t know,” she said. I leaned in to kiss her and she smiled, and turned away. “Am I coming on too strong?” “I don’t know what to think right now, Dean.” We went back and forth until rendering was complete. The night was pretty much over… “Okay, I guess we’re done for the night?” “Actually, I forgot to upload some video to the website. I need to do that right now.””Really? I didn’t know that wasn’t istanbul travesti done! Okay.” She started the uploading process, and then she walked over to me and planted the most passionate kiss I wasn’t expecting. Her tongue worked magic inside my mouth, and I was hard instantly. “Let’s move to the corner.” The corner of this particular editing suite had a couch. Not sure how she scored that. We were making out until I got up to lock the door in her studio. Then I reached under her jeans to finger her. She was soaking wet. “You’re really wet!” “I’ve been wet for a while.” I started penetrating her slick slit and rubbed on her clitoris with my thumb. I took my other hand and slipped it under her shirt to feel her amazing breasts. They were easily 36 DD, amazing for a girl her size. She readily pulled her shirt off and she was naked on that couch. I took her hand and placed it on my belt, and then she starting reaching for my cock. She stroked my cock with a delicate touch, which made my dick stand at attention. I reached for my pants and pulled out a condom.

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