Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2010 02:46:41 +0100
From: Joel V <joel241@live.nl>
Subject: Asian boy servicing a young American businessman

Author's note:

This story is not intended for minor reader

Please remind that this story is a work of fiction, based on a fantasy of
mine. The characters are representations, of course referring to (textual)
stereotypes, but not to actual persons or even whole ethnic groups.

Please mail your comments to joel241@live.nl

I'm an asian guy living in Europe. Since English is not my first language I
can really use all your comments on style and grammar. Thanks for reading
and I hope you'll enjoy this first story on Nifty.


	     Asian Boy Servicing a Young American Businessman


"Hey kid, help me with my luggage."

The young businessman standing in the hall of our hotel had an impatient
look on his face. Clearly he didn't like to wait. Well, this evening he has
just bad luck, I thought. Two important members of our staff went home
because of personal problems, so we did our best to keep everything running
with a smaller team than usual.

"One minute sir. I will send someone to help you, after I'm done outside",
I explained and rushed past him, but the man grabbed my arm.

He didn't seem very angry, but it was clear that he was annoyed. I tried to
free myself from his firm grip, but he didn't let me go that easy, making
clear that it was my job to keep him satisfied.

"I perfectly understand your troubles, but I expect a nicer treatment than
this. So help me with my luggage and show me my room."

Damn, this demanding guest didn't give me much choice. He is just like the
rest, I thought.

American, spoiled, impatient, arrogant and uncivilised. In the elevator I
had the chance to get a better look and I was surprised to discover how
handsome he was. This tall guy had all the characteristics of the classic
american young man. He was conservatively dressed in fine grey suit, an
almost white shirt and a black tie. His blonde hair was cropped on the
sides and back and on top a bit longer and pushed back, combining a
discliplined cut with the more romantic look of a preppy college student.
His sharp blue eyes made me nervous, but they still had a charming, almost
boyish, glare. He possessed a high forehead, a sharp nose and a strong
masculine jawline. He could have be one of those models in the American or
British GQ, I thougth with a feeling that outbounded envy. I couldn't be
jelous of him, because I realised how far he stood above me. Although I
could hear that he was American, his tall athletic body propably referred
to Dutch or Scandinavian ancestors.

Dragging his enormous suitcase behind me, I guided him to his room. As I
switched on the light and showed him one of our first class suites he
seemed satisfied. It might be a happy coincidence, but the room, decorated
and furnitured in a modern version of the old colonial style, certainly
suited him. The heavy furniture and antique mirrors in the room contributed
to the feeling of being lured into another, happier era.

"Sir, do you need something else", I asked softly.

Of course I was annoyed that this egocentric guy had pulled me from my
other duties, but there was something in his presence that both intimidated
and attracted me. Being a small and almost skinny asian boy I felt that he
was in everything the opposite of me. Although I wasn't unattractive, I had
in my early twenties still the body of an adolescent.

 I've always been a shy boy with a sweet-natured character, this being one
the reasons the owner of this place decided to hire me. I never complain
and I never have the guts to say no. In contrast this young man had all the
qualities of a natural leader. He had a strong, self-confident look, a deep
masculine voice and I in the way he inspected the drinks cabinet I noticed
underneath his civilised appeareance a certain agressiveness. He just took
what he wanted, did what he liked, I suspected.

"Well I'm a bit tired, so you could unpack my suitcase for me."

"Well, you know we're terribly busy this evening sir", I protested.

He settled down on one of the big sofa's, stretching out his long legs. He
added: "It's allright kid, but you should know, this hotel has the
reputation of being one of the most expensive places in town. My uncle
recommended this place as a first class luxury spot. Since you left me
waiting more than ten minutes in the lobby, I expect a nice treatment to
make things up. Of course you can leave, but in that case I will have a
chat with your manager about your behavior."

When I opened his suitcase I actually felt nervous. At that time I didn't
understand what was happening to me. I thought that I just admired him and
wanted to be like him, but there was so much more in his presence that
confused me.

As I expected his clothes bore the same designerlabels one used to copy
here in this Asian country.

I removed a few linnen suits by Zegna, two or three other suits by Hugo
Boss, poloshirts and shorts by Ralph Lauren, and hand-made Italian dress
shirts. I was impressed. Damn, this guy knows how dress himself and he
certainly can afford the luxury not to save on his wardrobe, I thought. On
the bottom of his suitcase I found a pair of brown suede loafers. I liked
the smell and touch of the soft brown leather of his loafers.  From their
size I concluded that his feet must be very large. Suddenly I felt his gaze
resting on me and I turned around, his loafers still in my hand.

He looked at me as if he found something interesting in me. But all he said
was: 'Put them in the closet and close the door behind you'.

Later that night a beautiful girl entered our lobby. She asked straight
away for room 108. I immediately got the message. That's him, I thought.
Lucky guy...or lucky girl? He certainly had a splendid taste. And she would
be glad not to satisfy some pathetic old tourist this time. I brought her
to his room.

"Mister Wilson", I called softly, while knocking on his door. "You have a
guest." He opened the door, still dressed in his grey suit but this time
without a tie and a few buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned.  The girl
introduced herself and he let her in. But he didn't close the door
immediately.

"You can go now, kid", he said in a dismissive voice. I didn't miss the
irony in his voice. "Have a good time sir", I replied. "Enjoy yourself."
His blue eyes pierced into mine which made me feel terribly uneasy. I felt
that he was onto something, and not knowing where to look I stared for a
moment at his brown dress shoes. "Are you jealous boy", he asked with a
slight smirk on his face. "Don't be, I'm sure you get your chance when the
moment's there."

 He smirked and closed the door.

I had to resist the urge to stay and listen at his door but finally I
walked back to the lobby, thinking about what he'd said. He was right: I
was jealous, but did he also know of whom I was jealous? Had he suggested
more when he'd asked if I were jealous? And what about his remark that my
time would come yet?  It didn't surprise me that the rest of the evening
went terrible. Of course I could not think of anything else than what
happenend in room 108. Of course I imagined how he would fuck her, hard and
determined, like the virile young man he was. When he'd closed the door, he
would stand in front of her, lift her chin, inspect her face approvingly
and then kiss her agressively. Or would he immediately take her to his bed
and undress her hastily? I could also imagine him walking to the girl, his
own private Asian doll for that evening, and remove from his dark pants a
soft, lean cock, and he would command: suck me, slut. Before she could do
anything, he would already slap his hardening cock into her face and then
stick it into her wet mouth. He didn't gave her time to let her adjust his
dick in her mouth or to lick the head for a first taste. No, he immediately
began to fuck her mouth, slowly first but faster after a few minutes, like
the fucking careless asshole he was. Yeah, I liked that last scenario.

The next days I didn't see him often at the hotel. He probably was enjoying
the city or had been away on an excursion trip to the temples. Actually I
was a bit relieved that he was out of sight and hopefully out of my
system. Well, for a while of course, because a few days later he returned
into my system and would stay there for a long time, perhaps forever. On a
rainy evening I saw another escort girl in the lobby. Nice, it's playtime
again, I thought.

As she walked to the elevator, I was glad to realize that I wasn't excited
anymore at the mere thought of him fucking a hooker. But a few minutes
later he called the lobby. He sounded snappy as usual.

"Oh it's you again. Hey boy, bring me some rubbers." But his time I decided
not to obey. "Sir", I replied, "we can bring you almost anything, but I
think it's your own task to buy yourself rubbers."

He hesitated. "Ehm, you want to earn some bucks then boy", he asked, a bit
more friendly now.

"Get me some rubbers and I will give you a tip of 30 dollar." Now it's was
my turn to hesitate, but since I could use the money I decided to help him
out.

When I knocked on his door, I almost melted when I heard his warm and sexy
voice again. He was sitting on a sofa in a light grey dress suit, a white
shirt and a dark grey tie. "Come in boy", he ordered.

"Let me see what you've bought."

I checked his room. What the hell he'd done with the girl? I showed him the
package. He smiled: "good, you've chosen the right ones. My compliments,
you've figured out my size correctly. Here you are."

He took his wallet and threw a paper dollar bill on the table. It sounds
weird, but I admired his bold arrogance, the way he threw money at me like
I was a cheap beggar. One easily learns to hate arrogance, because it ofen
seems so inappropiate, but this man just knew how to be shamelessly bold.

"Thank you sir", I replied. I was completely mesmerized by him. Again I saw
his sexy grin appear on his face and I noticed how great his holiday
stubble looked. His short blond hair glistened in the dimmed light of the
room. As my trembling hand reached for the dollar bill, he immediately put
his right foot on the table and shoved it away. He was so quick that my
hand actually grabbed the nose of his dress shoe. When I heard him laugh, I
felt the embarrasment glowing on my face. "Listen boy. I'm not finished
with you." He smiled for a moment. "So let's see, how old are you?"

"Twenty-one", I replied, my hand still resting on his big foot.

He was holding my gaze for a moment, still smiling. "You'll only get the
money if you play along. If you're really convincing you can double your
prize."

I could not be more puzzled and took a step backwards.

"Sir, I don't ehm...exactly know what you mean. "

He smiled. "You will figure that out very soon boy. Meanwhile we're gonna
have some fun. Don't get it wrong, I'm a straight guy but I want to try
something new." For a moment he looked a bit pensive, as if some unresolved
thought worried him. "I've been with many women in my life, have fucked
them all and gave them the orgasms of their life."

He paused for a moment.

I just nodded.

"Now I'm far away from my girlfriend, friends and parents. Do you
understand that feeling? Have you ever been in a place where you've found
yourself a total stranger, even to your own feelings?"

I've lived for a few years in Hawaii, I explained. But my parents decided
to return.

He grinned. "So you're almost a fellow American?"

He added: "In this country sex is almost everywhere, you can buy it even in
the supermarket. Sex with girls, sex with guys, it doesn't matter here. So
now I'm here and I want to have a fucking nice evening with you. That's why
I've decided to sent the bitch back to her brothel. I think you're nicer to
play with." While he was saying this, he kept his blue eyes fixed on
me. "Of course I'll pay you, don't worry", the guy added. He smiled again,
a warm, almost smile. "But remember", he warned,"I might not know exactly
know what we're gonna do tonight, but I will be the man in control, ok?"

While he was speaking I was standing a few yards in front of him, my legs
shaking. I had the feeling that someone had punched in my stomach. He
looked me straight in the eyes while he sat there in his well-cut suit like
a young aristrocrat on the family seat. He lit a cigarette and the smell of
tobacco and smoke helped me to relax. "So you've made up your mind boy? I'm
not gonna molest you or something", he declared, trying to reassure
me. "But you just have to follow my orders. That means, just for tonight."

My mouth was dry, but I managed to whisper a soft "yes".

He smirked. I didn't expect something else to hear from you boy. He took
the money from the table and threw it on the ground. This is your first
payment for the evening, if you're doing a good job you can earn much more.

I knelt down before him to collect the dollar bills. A warning voice in my
mind urged me to get out of the room and regain some of my
self-respect. But honestly, kneeling down before his feet like some low
creature felt like a strange liberation.

Perhaps he'd found out everything about me before I had the chance to sort
him out.

Without being ordered I lowered my face and kissed one of his brown dress
shoes. Perhaps I did this because his brown oxfords looked so masculine,
reminding me of his daily role as a sharp, assertive businessman. He
laughed a bit. "Damn, you're really into feet, aren't you fag? I must have
guessed something when you were drooling over my loafers the other day. Now
you can polish these expensive ones. I expect you to be just as good as the
shoe shine boy on the street outside."

I liked his verbal domination and let my tongue glide over the cool brown
leather. His shoes were really big, he must have had size 12, I
estimated. I could also feel that he really got into this game.

For a dominant guy like him it must have been a real power trip to have
your expensive shoes licked by an obedient servant. I felt that he was
trying to find out how far he could go. After a while he put his left foot
on my back, using me as a foot stool. Then he moved his shoe slowly to my
ass, where he kept it. It must have been a hot sight. Me on my knees
worshipping his right foot, while he was massaging my ass with the heel of
his other foot. Feeling the hard leather of his shoe on my back and even
between my buttocks was extremely erotic.

After a minuted he lifted his foot from my ass and kicked my arms away, so
that I lost my balance.

He managed to turn me on my back with both feet and then placed one his
right shoe on my face, covering it entirely. I heard him say: "That's your
position for the rest of the evening little boy. You like that huh, laying
here under my big feet?" Instead of answering I stuck out my tongue and
began to lick the sole.

But he got another idea. "On your knees again, and take my shoes off boy",
he commanded, stretching out one of his long legs. I immediately obeyed and
began to undo the laces. I sat indian style on the floor, submissively
holding his big foot in my lap. Meanwhile he switched on the television.  I
took a chance to look at his crotch. His cock was already rock hard in his
pants!  Obviously he was enjoying this game, I concluded. He was looking
intently to some porn flick on the television, but he smirked when he
caught my eye. I saw a combination of amusement, curiosity, lust and
arrogance on his face. Damn, this young businessman was so incredibly hot!
'Finish your task boy', he commanded.

I removed his shoes and his dress socks. He was watching the movie and I
didn't want to disturb him. I slowly turned around and wasn't surprised to
see two asian girls kissing each other on the screen.

But he reacted immediately and gave me a pretty hard slap in my face. He
explained: "I didn't give you permission to watch the movie boy. I want you
to look at me."

He caressed my red cheek for a moment, then he grabbed my chin and forced
me to look at his handsome face. He had a cool, nonchalant expression on
his face, but his lips were drawn into an arrogant smirk. Without looking
at me he placed my right hand on his crotch. "Stroke my cock for a while
and look at me", he commanded. His warm, throbbing cock felt so good in my
hand. Through the thin materials of his pants I could feel every vein of
his thick fuckpole. He moaned. Damn, this blonde guy was so horny that he
could have fucked everything in this room.

He rose from his chair and began to undress. He really had a beautiful
body, not the muscular build of a gym addict, but a nicer, natural athletic
body. When he'd lowered his boxershort his big cock immediately popped up
into my face. He had a really nice cock, almost 9 inches long, cut,
straight and lean. This cock was the center of my being, I thought, the
quintessence of masculine agressiveness.

He slapped it into my face, using it as a weapon to show off his power. For
a while this young American reminded me of a tough nordic warrior, who had
just defeated his weaker enemy with his powerful sword. After a few hard
slaps his enormous cockhead was glistening with precum. I was still looking
at him while enjoying the strokes of his wet cockhead against my face. Open
your mouth, he ordered.

I stretched my mouth as wide open as I could and he grabbed his throbbing
dick, but he hesisated for a moment. After all this was the first time that
he had sexual c ontact with a boy. He waited a moment until one of the
girls in the movie began to scream. That did it for him. He grabbed a
fistful of my hair and shoved his cock with one movement right into my
willing mouth. He moaned again when my wet lips touched his shaft for the
first time. I've sucked men before and I began to suck him in a steady
rythm, but his cock was so big that I couldn't get much deeper than the
half of its magnicifent lenght.  After a while he decided that my efforts
weren't good enough and I felt his hand pressing on the back of my
head. When his cockhead reached my throat he pushed his hips a bit forwards
while holding my head firmly in place. Finally I was able to deepthroat for
a moment, but after ten seconds I gagged and tried to push him away. He got
the message and released me.

He took out his cock and slapped it a few times in my face again. Then he
pushed the wet slimy head against my lips, ready to attack again. I took a
deep breath and began to suck him again. This time I was already used to
his size and I actually enjoyed the feeling of his warm, hard manhood in my
mouth. I looked at him but he ignored me, wachting the porn on the
television screen.

After a few minutes he grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head all
over the length of his cock. In a reflex to protect my throat I placed my
hand on his hard sixpack but he commanded: "No hands, fag." When he entered
my throat again, slowly but determined, he just ignored my gag reflection
and firmly kept my head in place, while pushing his cock deepter into my
willing throat.

After a few hard and painful seconds he finally withdrew his cock and I
coughed up some slime. My eyes had become watery and a trail of slime went
from my lips to his massive cockhead.

He stared at me and I saw that the curiosity and the amusment had gone. His
confident gaze seemed far more serious now. He lifted my chin with one
finger and spat two times in my face. His spit covered my whole face, as if
he'd just shooted his load.

"Danm. Look at yourself", he said with a hot look of contempt on his
face. You're a fucking mess."

I smiled. Yeah, how has that happened, I thought. He settled down on the
sofa.

"So let's clean things up a bit, he said and he reached for his dark blue
dress socks on the ground.

He pointed to the ground between his long legs and I crawled to him like a
good dog. Then he rubbed his long dress socks in my face, removing his spit
and my slime. "Damn", he said, "look what you've done to these expensive
socks." He laughed and put one of his wet and dirty socks in my mouth. It
felt so humiliating to chew on his socks. After a while he placed his right
foot on my face, slowly forcing it backwards. It was so big that I could
feel the heel against my chin and the toes in my hair. Damn, this guy knew
how to dominate his servant with his cock, feet and hands. "Yeah, I like my
big foot on your fucking little face. Gonna teach you a lesson with it", he
hissed.  He gave me a few humiliating slaps with his foot, while I was
still chewing on his sock. He certainly enjoyed his dominance over me
because all the time his long cock kept pointing agressively towards the
ceiling. After a minute I tried to grab his foot, but he placed it on my
chest and gave me a hard kick.

I lost my balance and before I knew it he climbed on me. "Yeah fight me
boy", he chuckled when I tried to push him away. But of course he was
older, stronger, bigger and more agressive than me.

He took hold of my wrists, as if he wanted to show that any resistance was
useless. But I enjoyed feeling the weight of his hard body on my body. He
looked at me again, his pink face now flushed with energy and a look of
pure arrogance and superiority on his face. Do you like this game, he asked
and he sounded really interested, like he gave a damn. I grinned and
nodded.  A warm smile appeared on his face. "Why? Tell me!"

For a second I didn't know what to answer. It seemed like a silly question
to me. He was like a greek god teaching me, a mortal human, a lifelong
lesson. I whispered:" Because...because you're the most perfect guy I've
ever met."

Apparently this answer satisfied him and the blond stud released me. For a
moment he towered above me like a victorious athlete and he kicked his foot
into my face again. He really liked showing off his superiority, I thought,
but I was also enjoying the warmth of his masculine foot on my face, and
the combined smell of sweat and leather. I was almost disappointed when he
lifted his foot from my face. Instead of keeping me on the ground, he
grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the old kingsize bed. He threw me
on his bed like I was just another cheap hooker and climbed on me again,
but this time he moved his body forwards. His used one strong arm to
support his tall body and with his free hand he shoved his cock back into
my mouth. Without a warning he began to fuck my mouth like a pussy. This
was almost too much for me and all the time during his fucking I was on the
verge of passing out. With his free hand he managed to hold my head in such
a position that he had a good access to my throat. Each time when he
entered my throat my body began to feel limb and I let out a protesting
moan, but he ignored me, totally occupied with his own pleasure at that
moment. When I moaned again he said: "Shut up you little bitch. I know you
wanted this from the very first moment you checked me out", and as if to
prove his point he made a sharp movement with his hips, slamming his cock
deeper into my tight throat. Even in my hard position I knew how hot the
sight must've been of this young American fucking the mouth of a cute
little asian boy. The thought of his tall and graceful athletic body doing
push ups on my small body almost overwhelmed me. All I could feel were the
determined motions of his hard dick in my mouth. He kept pounding me and I
heard the old bed squeeze under his weight and energy. The last minutes of
his fucking he remained silent, until his breathing got heavier. When he
was almost there he let out a loud moan and his lean dick glided out of my
mouth for a second. The feeling of his wet cockhead bouncing on my cheeks
almost made me cum and I moaned: "you're my stud, use me all you want."
Perhaps that confirmation of my true submission did it for him and he began
to cum. The first two spurts hit me in my face, but he was smart enough to
shove his cock for a last time in my mouth and he sprayed the rest of his
cum in my mouth. The last spurt even went immediately into my throat. He
softly moaned three times and then it was over.

After a minute he got up, but he kept sitting on my chest for a while,
still in a dominant position. He laughed when he looked at my face. It was
totally wet with his spit and cum. "You ok", he asked. I just nodded, but
didn't say anyting. He gave me a soft slap with his right hand. "Danm, your
face is really sloppy, clean my fingers", he ordered. He put two finger
into my mouth, his cock still rock- hard.

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