Asian Invasion

Asian Invasion

Recently, I was in the mid west on a business trip.  I stayed at a hotel chain that I thought was reliable but the first night turned out to be a complete disaster.  My room was like a sauna and there was no way to turn the heat down.  To complicate matters, my room faced the inside of the building where the swimming pool was.  Opening the door only caused the place to smell like chlorine.

The next night, I was determined to change rooms.  I approached the counter where I was greeted by a young Asian desk clerk .  She had glasses and looked like a typical career-oriented over-achieving gal doing a job while she got her college degree somewhere.  Showing no-nonsense efficiency, she agreed to change my room for me.  I was put on the first floor of the hotel, right near the front desk.  The room was facing the exterior of the building, which meant I could lower the temperature by cracking opening a window.  I smiled and thanked her.  She did not smile back.

I settled into my new room before heading out to get a bite to eat.  When I returned, I spied a woman standing just outside a doorway in the parking lot smoking a cigarette.  To my surprise, it was the young Asian desk clerk.  Because I tend to be shy, I didn't say anything.  Then, as I went inside to unlock the door to my room, she came walking by.  I muttered a quick hello to her and said I was surprised she smoked.  She ignored me and walked back toward the front of the building.

Later that evening, I was bored.  I had hoped to access the internet and check out some porn, but the lousy hotel didn't offer internet services in the privacy of my own room.  I decided not to give up on my quest so easily.  I walked into the lobby way and asked the Asian girl if they had any public internet access.  She politely informed me that there was an alcove just a few short steps away with a solitary computer.

I walked over there.  It wasn't exactly private, but it wasn’t out in the open either.  Plus, I didn't care.  I was horny and nobody knew me in this town.  I logged into my favorite femdom website and began to casually click on various photos of women putting men in their place.  I kept one ear on the lobby to make sure I could click away when someone was walking by.  Unfortunately, I managed to get distracted at some point.  I found an especially hot photograph of a young woman that I fixated on.  The woman was well dressed and wore a miniskirt.  She had a nice tight body.  The man in the photograph was pretty large, maybe 6'2" and bulky.  He was naked, his legs were spread, and he was on his tiptoes.  The photograph captured a wonderful moment in time.  The young woman had her hands around the man's waist and was in the process of driving her knee into the man's groin.  The photo was taken just at the point where her knee had driven upwards and caught the man in his balls.  You could clearly see his testicles fully compressed against the blur of her fast moving little knee.  He penis splayed upwards and sideways from the impact.  The man had a look of both pain and surprise on his face.  His eyes were bugging out and you could tell this one was going to hurt.  The young woman had a look of proud determination on her face, as though she was doing something that needed to be done. 

"Oh Gawd, what are you looking at?" came the voice from behind me.  I had forgotten to take stock of the lobby.  I whirled around and a middle-aged woman, not particularly attractive, was staring over my shoulder.  Whoops!  I quickly clicked away and said "Oh sorry." 

"Sure you're sorry," she said, and walked away.  My blood pressure picked up and I felt the sweat form on my forehead.  What was I supposed to do?  Then I heard her talking to the desk clerk and telling her what she had just seen.  My flight instincts took over.  I got up and walked quickly back toward my room.  Unfortunately this meant I needed to walk right past the front desk.

"That's the pervert," the middle aged woman yelled. I glanced quickly over there as I walked away and locked eyes, not with the middle aged woman but with the Asian girl. I saw a hint of recognition on her face. Then I moved as quickly as I could around the corner and toward my room, the whole time I heard the woman explaining to the desk clerk what she had witnessed.

In a flash, I was back in my room.  I closed the door and put the safety latch over it.  Oddly, I wasn't overly concerned about the whole thing.  It wasn't as though I had done anything illegal.  Anyway, I wasn't from here and I didn't really give a damn if some middle-aged hag had caught me looking at femdom porn.  I clicked on the TV and checked out an old re-run of Love Connection.  Within a half hour's time, I had all but forgotten about the incident. 

Still bored, I decided it might be a good time to rub one out.  I grabbed some tissue and began pumping away.  In my head, I pictured the photograph.  Soon I was on edge. 

Just before climax, I heard a knock on my door.  Of all the goddamn times to interrupt me!  I scrambled up and put some clothing on.  I looked in the peephole and it was the young Asian desk clerk staring back at me.

Oh my goodness!  What could she possibly want?  This was obviously related to the incident that took place earlier.  Was I going to be kicked out of the hotel?  Could I possibly be arrested?  This was not good.

Reluctantly I opened the door.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Tricia Lee - from the front desk."  She put out her hand and I reluctantly shook it. 

"May I come in?" she asked.

“Um, sure,” I said, reluctantly.

She came right in and sat on the chair next to the desk.  She put her large handbag down on the desk.

"How can I help you?" I asked.

"Sit down," she said with a surprising degree of authority. 

I sat on the bed and faced her.  I wore sweatpants.  They were the only things I could throw on in the short notice I had when she knocked on the door.

She, on the other hand, still wore her hotel outfit.  It was fairly basic.  She had a collared shirt with the hotel logo on it.  She also wore tight black pants.  I've always felt Asian women have the best bodies, and Tricia was a classic example of that.  She was very slim, with long legs and incredibly narrow hipbones from front to back.  They accented her beautiful cunt muscle quite nicely.  She wore sturdy black square-toed boots to complete the outfit.  Her face was fairly severe, but might have looked good with some makeup.  She had high cheekbones.  I'm guessing she was Korean.  She wore round, basic glasses and no make-up.  Her hair was long, straight, and quite beautiful.

"So anyway, she said.  I think we both know why I'm here."

"Yeah," I said.  "So I was checking out some porn.  I mean, sue me."

She smiled and her entire face opened up.  "Yeah you were," she said, pausing.  "Look, I'm no longer on my shift.  But I told that woman I'd take care of it.  So I'm here to take care of it."

I gulped when she said those words.  So matter of factly.  She didn't raise her voice.  She spoke with a perfect reasoning tone.

"So, what did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, I have to tell you I was interested when the women told about what she saw.  Let's just say she gave a remarkably detailed description," she said, pausing yet again.  Our eyes met, then she continued. 

“You think you can just log onto the internet and ‘check out some porn,’” she said, mimicking my voice.  “Well, I think you’re a pervert who is begging to be taught a lesson,” she raised her eyebrows at me. 

I was speechless. 

"I think it might be time for a little reenactment.  What do you think?" she asked.

I pondered for a moment.  I could feel the color going to my face.  Imagine the audacity of this chick, coming into my room like that.  All I could muster up was "um, I don't know."

"You can't decide, can you?  Well, let me decide for you then.  Stand in front of me," she motioned me over with her hand.  For some reason, I didn't even hesitate.  I walked over and stood before her.

She looked up at me and cracked a tiny smile, "Good.  Now take down your pants and underpants.  All the way to the floor."

Wordlessly, I did as she instructed.

My penis popped out in front of her.  I was already semi-hard, but the way she had taken control of the situation had turned me onto the point that I immediately sprung to attention in front of her very eyes.  Our eyes met again and she smiled.

"Take off your shirt too," she said.

I complied.  I now stood in front of her naked, with my sweats and boxers bunched up down by my ankles.

"Very good.  I think you know what needs to happen, but let me spell it out for you.  You need correction and I'm just the girl to do it to you.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," was all I said.

"While I'm here correcting you, you are to refer to me as Mrs. Lee," she said.

"Yes Mrs. Lee," I responded, gulping again.

"That's good.  Now you're learning," she said.  "Step out of your pants and spread your legs for me."

As I complied, she reached into her handbag.  She pulled out what appeared to be a pair of tongs, except they were flat and plastic.  "Do you know what this is?" she asked.

"No Mrs. Lee."

"This is a battery-operated hair-straightener.  We women use them to keep our hair nice and neat.  But today I'm going to use it for something different."

With that, still seated in her chair, she reached out and cupped my balls in her hand.  She very clinically stretched them away from my body.  "Hold your penis out of the way," she said, like it was order.

I complied, pushing the hard organ against my belly.  Then she slid the hair-straightener between my legs and carefully placed the bottom of my balls on the bottom of the straightener.  It acted as a plateau for my balls, to rest upon, with the top part of the straightener hovering ominously above.

"Look at me," she said.

I looked up and just as did, Mrs. Lee snapped the straightener shut, trapping my balls very efficiently between the top and bottom of the straightener.  I watched in horror as my balls compressed down, flattened like little pancakes between the straightener.  The pain was immediate and a shock to the system.  I let out a groan and collapsed on the floor of the hotel room.

I heard her laughing in the background.  "Get up. I'm not finished with you yet."

I probably should have called it quits, but suffice to say, I found her violation of my prized orbs to be highly erotic.  Despite the battering, my cock was hard.

I wearily climbed to my feet and stood in front of her.  Again she reached out and grabbed my balls.  She positioned them on top of the straightener and once again I was at her mercy.

"This time, I want you to count down from five," she said.  "And you need to properly thank me.  After all, I'm making your fantasy come true, right?"

"Yes Mrs. Lee." 

"Good, then this time I want you to say 'thank you, Mrs. Lee.'"

"Thank you, Mrs. Lee."

"No, stupid, I haven't done it yet.  Now count down from five."

"Five, Four, Three, T-"

SNAP! She snapped down with great force and squeezed the straightener together, flattening my balls with even greater force than the first time.  As I collapsed to the floor she said, "Fooled you!"

"Thank you for busting my balls, Mrs. Lee," I groaned.

"Get up," she said.  "I'm not finished."

It took me a couple of minutes to get up.  She waited patiently.  "Look, I don't think I can take this anymore," I said.

"I don't really care if you can take it anymore," she said.  "I'm not satisfied that you've learned your lesson yet.  Now present your balls to me."

I stood in front of her and again she placed my balls very carefully in her hair-straightener.

"Last one," she said.  "You know, I think if women everywhere could do what I'm doing to you, the world would be a much better place, don't you agree?"

"Yes Mrs. Lee." 

"If I was president, I'd make a rule that all men should carry these hair-straighteners with them at all times.  Any man that got out of line would have to present the straightener and his balls to the offended woman and SLAM, we'd have a bunch of well-trained men."

"Yes Mrs. Lee."

SLAM!!  She snapped the straightener down on my balls, trapping them neatly and sending the terrible pain through my body.  I started to collapse, but she wouldn't let go.  Instead she stood up pulled on the straightener, forcing me up on my tippie toes.  Then she reached around and slapped my backside rapid-fire six or seven times.  It was jarring in every way imaginable.  Finally she released the straightener and I dropped to the ground in abject humiliation and pain.

But she wasn't finished yet.  She sat back down in the chair and ordered me to crawl over to her.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs," she said.

I was getting scared, "Please Mrs. Lee, I've learned my lesson.  Please don't bust me anymore."

"Relax," she smiled, "I won't break them.  Now offer yourself completely to me.  Come on, you know you want to."

She was right.  I did want to.  I spread my legs at her feet.  She immediately brought her little square-toed boot between my legs and pushed it into the gap between my ass and balls.  She then pushed up toward my balls, which had the effect of splaying my balls upward in my sack and pushing my dick against my stomach.

"Look at your poor, swollen balls.  How do they feel?" she asked.

"They hurt, Mrs. Lee."

"I bet they do.  You've been racked by me."

"Yes Mrs. Lee."

Despite all my pain, I felt my dick grow hard again.  There was something about Mrs. Lee's trash talking that I found irresistibly erotic. 

She must have noticed my erection because she said, "your little penis is growing.  Why is that?"

"I- you excite me, Mrs. Lee."

"I do, huh.  You want to come?"

"Yes Mrs. Lee."

"Well, you have to do it on my terms.  Let me show you what I mean."

She got up and sat on the end of the bed.  I was now looking up at her with her feet on each side of my head. 

"Kick your legs back here," she ordered, smiling down on me. 

By then, I knew what I was getting into, but I did it willingly.  I kicked my legs up over my head.  She caught my ankles and pulled them back to the bed so they were on each side of her.  Now my ass was high up in the air and my cock was pointed down at my face.

"Go ahead and masturbate," she said.  "Come on.  I want to see you shoot your sperm all over your face."

"Yes Mrs. Lee," I said.

"If it was up to me, all monkey spankers would have to do it this way.  You should see yourself in a mirror.  You look ridiculous."

"I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.

"Good, aim for your mouth," she said.

I felt the orgasm overtake me and then the sperm began shooting down at my face like an out-of-control fountain.  Mrs. Lee held me tight and said "That's it, every last drop all over your face." 

Finally I was done.  My muscles relaxed and I slumped, but she continued to hold my ankles.  My back muscles were becoming sore, but she didn't care.  She picked up her left boot and began scooping cum toward my mouth. "Eat up," she ordered.  Then she did the same with her right boot, scraping the excess jizz toward my mouth.  "Clean the slime off my boot," she said.

I did as instructed.  When it was over with, she made me stand up in front of her.  "Thank me for the lesson," she said.

My head was spinning as I said, "thank you Mrs. Lee."

"It's my pleasure," she said.  "Now before I go I think we need to re-enact that picture you were looking at.  Spread your legs.  It's time for me to punish your balls one last time."

I did as instructed, wincing in anticipation of what was to come. 

Mrs. Lee stood and eyed me.  She seemed very satisfied with herself.  She brought her knee up to my sack and did a couple of practices to make sure I was properly lined up.  Then she put her hands on my shoulders, flexed her hips back and swiftly brought her knee up into my groin.  It crashed into my swollen sack and drove my balls upward into my body.  As she delivered that final devastating blow, she yelled out a victory moan, while I groaned in utter defeat. 

Somehow I managed to look up and see her as she walked to the door.  She walked proudly.  As she opened the door, she turned back one last time and I could see she was smiling broadly, clearly satisfied with herself.