Chapter 4: The Former Spouse in Inheritance Matters
The upcoming tale involves themes related to WMAF raceplay and slavery. If these topics make you uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading further. It's all fantasy.
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The following day, I decided to take a break from all the sexual encounters. I needed to clear my mind, which wouldn't be possible with my cluster of sex slaves around. So, I had a quick morning orgy with Winnie and Stella, then off to the airport for my flight back to LA.
Having inherited my grandfather's wealth and harem, I quit my job. However, there were still some matters to address in LA. I needed to leave my office and settle various issues.
As I drove to the airport, my phone beeped. It was Amber, a scorching hot Korean-American girl I dated for a few months a while back. We got along pretty well, and the sex was amazing, but it seemed we wanted different things. And honestly, I sensed she was a gold digger. Constantly demanding expensive outings.
"Hey, I heard about your grandfather dying. Let me know if you want to talk when you're back in town." She messaged.
"He's not dead. As much as I wish he was..." I thought. "Probably just heard I'm rich now."
Yet, this opened an intriguing opportunity to test how far I could push a free woman sexually. Maybe she would be as submissive as Stella and Winnie down deep. Perhaps she'd even be aroused by the racist language I'd recently discovered I liked during intercourse.
"Hey Amber! Thanks for keeping in touch. Yeah, things have changed. Let's meet tomorrow night if you want to come over for a glass of wine."
I pressed send and relaxed as the plane took off.
That afternoon, I devoted myself to filling out exit paperwork at my workplace. They attempted to convince me to stick around, but I came up with some BS about my grandfather's passing making me reevaluate life priorities.
What was I supposed to tell them? "I'm a rich guy now, with a harem of Asian sex slaves"?
That night, I slept comfortably in my old bed, thinking about Stella. Could she leave the harem? Could I bring her with me if I traveled? Would she report me to the first witness she met?
I was falling for her, despite the obvious power imbalance. As I drifting into sleep, I fantasized about asian women fulfilling all my desires.
I awoke the following morning with an erection, slightly disappointed that there wasn't a woman readily available to alleviate it. I knew that back at the mansion, I could summon Winnie to suck me off while browsing my phone.
I chose not to solve this manually, completing a cold shower instead. I wanted to conserve my balls' energy and have a full load for Amber that night.
I spent the day handling mundane tasks. I updated my address, cancelled my subscriptions, and packed some items I'd want to relocate to Montana. I decided to downsize my LA apartment. No need to pay pricey rent if I'd be spending little time here. So, I spent the afternoon touring small studios in downtown LA. I still needed a place to bring girls like Amber to when I was in town.
Finally, I picked a place and called a moving company to transport my belongings. They could be there the next day, perfect timing. I terminated my lease, and that was that.
Amber arrived at 7 PM, and I knew she was trying to lure me back. Dressed provocatively with a cropped top and short jean shorts, she had a deep tan, accentuating her thighs and taut stomach.
Contrary to freshly arrived Asian women who dislike the sun, Amber embraced it.
"Thanks for coming over." I greeted her warmly. "Come on in, the wine is already decanted."
Her first response was to chirp, "Hey Mark, you seem more cheerful than I anticipated." She tried to hug me, likely pressing her breasts against my chest. Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra. A shameless gold digger.
"I was shocked to hear from you." I responded, challenging her a bit. "Not that I'm unhappy to see you, though."
She gulped down the wine and said, "Well, I found out your grandfather passed. I really care about you." She put on a show.
"Interesting," I said, handing her a generously filled glass of wine.
Upon concluding the story, these prompts follow:
Prompt 1: Describe John's morning orgy and its participants.
Prompt 2: Recount how John feels about Stella and his longing for her to leave the harem.
Prompt 3: Provide details on John's gold digger assumptions towards Amber.
Prompt 4: Explain the opportunity John saw in Amber's message: the possibility of testing a free woman's submission.
Prompt 5: Share John's thoughts while packing and moving out of his LA apartment.
Prompt 6: Describe how John expects Amber's visit tomorrow.
Prompt 7: Summarize Amber's approach on visiting John and her seductive tactics.
Prompt 8: Discuss John's reaction to Amber and her supposed condolences about his grandfather's death.
Prompt 9: Paraphrase John's thoughts as he drank wine with Amber.
Prompt 10: Describe Amber's shock at John's happiness and attempt to hug him.
"Yeah, it's made me ponder a lot," I replied. "Was there any other news you received?"
"Oh, and from what I heard, you were one of his favorites... according to his will." She seemed to admit it easily.
"Yes, that's right. I'm actually moving out of this place tomorrow because I'd like to devote more time to that place. I'm relocating to a downtown studio when I'm back in town." I wanted to gauge her reaction.
"Really? To Montana? What's there to do in Montana?" She appeared quite puzzled. "I assumed you'd sell the property and purchase a nice house here in Malibu or something."
"Say what now? There are actually quite a few activities... things... to do out there. I maintain a pretty hectic schedule." These statements were honest. If "things" mean slaves and "do" refers to... you know... having sex, then, yes, there's plenty of that.
"Oh, I suppose I'll have to go check it out and see what you do all day." She teased.
"That sounds like a plan. I'm confident you'll enjoy it." I spoke in a vague manner. "But what have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone?"
We chatted for another half hour. I procured a second glass of wine. She'd been dating someone for about a month. Her parents were pushing him, but she didn't seem particularly interested. I knew she preferred white men.
After the second glass of wine, I noticed she was getting tipsy. Being such a petite size and also a stereotypical Asian who couldn't handle alcohol, she was quite the lightweight.
This idea occurred to me: I wanted to see how Stella and Winnie behaved when they were intoxicated.
My strategy to get her drunk proved effective. Now it was time to crank it up a notch. As we conversed, I looped an arm around her. I knew she'd be easy to seduce. She came to Los Angeles to be a gold digger, after all.
"So, Amber, honestly tell me why you're here." I questioned, looping my arm around her. I pulled her closer until she was leaning on me on the sofa.
"What do you mean?" She blushed.
"I suspect it's because you missed me." I challenged her, eye to eye.
"Yes, I was hoping we could get back together. But now I hear you're leaving Los Angeles." Her lips formed into a pout.
"Hmm. Maybe you can try swaying me to remain here. I can still cancel those movers tomorrow. Maybe move into that beach house in Malibu." I could spot dollar signs flashing in her eyes when I mentioned that.
"How could you be convinced?"
"I think you can guess what would assist me in changing my mind." I stated as I cupped her chin, drawing her near and kissing her fiercely.
"Mmph." She moaned passionately as I entered her mouth with my tongue. She leaned back on the sofa, and I was sitting on top of her. I sensed her hips gyrating as she made out with me.
It felt much different from Winnie or Stella. She wanted to fuck me intensely. Winnie desired being fucked, while Stella yearned for dominance. Amber wanted to be fucked by me. It was strange to think about it so much. I'm sure any five average men placed in my situation would be considering similar thoughts. I merely possessed the fortune to be able to choose from various women.
I halted our kiss and began to caress her neck. I clasped her derriere with my hand, lifting her up and setting her atop my lap. I set her back down on the sofa, facing me, and could feel her crotch above my stiff arousal. I kissed her again, then let go of her hips and ran my hands up and down her physique.
"Do you still enjoy the way I touch you?" I inquired, removing her shirt and revealing her perky breasts in a lacy bra.
"Yeah." She moaned, stroking my face.
"Lovely."
I massaged her nipples with my hand. She started to move her hips. She wasn't as practiced as Winnie or Stella, but she was getting the idea.
"Mmm... You feel so good." She moaned as I pinched her nipples. "Do you want me to remove those shorts?" I inquired. "Yes." She confirmed, standing up and taking off her shorts. She was wearing red lingerie underwear.
She rotated and I carried her to the table, laying her down and spreading her legs. I slid onto my knees and began to kiss her legs. She was highly aroused. I kissed her inner thigh, then proceeded higher. I eventually was licking her wet cunt.
"Geez!" she gasped as I inserted a finger into her and began to lick her clitoris. I was certain she'd follow Stella and Winnie's patterns when they were about to climax. "I'm gonna cum!" she cried out; a delightful sound for my ears.
I wanted her completely crazed with desire when I attempted to break her.
"Hold on. No coming just yet." I teased her. "Get on your knees. Time to service my cock."
She did as instructed, disappointed by her ruined climax, but she complied.
I pulled down my shorts and boxers, unleashing my penis. Her eagerness was evident as she reached for it. "It's so big." She noted. "Just like I remember."
I said nothing and played with her hair instead. She caught the hint and began to stimulate the tip of my penis with her tongue.
"Yeees. That's great. Get me all wet," I requested. She heeded my instructions and started building a rhythm with her tongue. This woman was surprisingly talented. She was a natural.
"Compare your Korean boyfriend's technique to this." I started teasing her with racial taunts.
"No, he is just not as big as you. I adore how big it is," she replied, vividly contrasting her current boyfriend to me.
"You're right Amber. You're a good small Asian cocksucker. You deserve to get fucked with this big dick." As I praised her, I ran my fingers through her hair.
I was sure she hated when I did this, but she was so horny by now, she kept quiet.
"Good. Continue. Be a good little Asian cocksucker." I said, gauging her response.
"Yes," she agreed, doing a marvelous job of highlighting her current boyfriend versus mine.
"You desperately want my big white cock, don't you?" I raised the racial insults.
"Yes, John! Give me your big cock!" She moaned like a whore.
I lightly smacked her face; an action I'd never done when we were dating. It caught her off guard.
"If you want my big white cock, you're going to call me 'White Daddy' for the remainder of the evening." I ordered.
"Mmm, yes White Daddy." She obligingly replied. I was unsure if she was intoxicated, a gold digger, or if Asian women were that submissive, but everything was going as anticipated at this point.
"Spread your legs even more." I specified.
"Yes, White Daddy." She answered, incredibly aroused and dripping wet.
I positioned her on the sofa, her long legs stretched wide, offering her shaven pussy.
"Care to witness your white cock in your tight Asian pussy?" I boasted, intensifying the racial slurs.
"Yes, John! Forgive me, White Daddy!" She moaned like a whore.
I gently caressed her face, an action I rarely did while we were dating.
"If you wish to accept my big white cock, you'll refer to me as 'White Daddy' for the duration of tonight." I instructed.
"Yes, White Daddy," she instinctively responded. I wasn't certain whether it was because she was drunk, a gold digger, or if Asian women genuinely were that submissive, but it all went as planned so far.
"Spread your legs even wider." I instructed.
"Yes, White Daddy." She answered. I could easily penetrate her since she was soaking wet.
"Oh!" she moaned and began pushing her hips towards me.
"Say it again, Amber. Tell me you yearn for my giant white cock."
"I lust for your big white cock, White Daddy," she moaned.
Although I wanted her to climax, I pulled out and turned her around to face away from me. She instinctively pushed her backside into the air, submissively inviting me to breed her like an alpha male.
"You're yearning for a climax, slut?"
"Yes, White Daddy!" she replied, panting.
"Beg for me to penetrate your small oriental pussy with my massive white cock." I demanded as I rubbed my cock across her slit.
"Please, fuck my oriental pussy, White Daddy!"
SLAP!
"Louder, bitch!"
"Please, fuck my oriental pussy, White Daddy!" she screamed.
With that, I resumed penetrating her tight, yellow hole.
"You enjoy getting fucked, don't you?" she moaned. I could feel her trembling.
"Oh! I knew you'd be a great fuck this time as well. You haven't lost any skill since we broke up." I complimented her.
"Oh, White Daddy!" she cried out. "I'm obsessed with your massive white cock inside me!"
"You love being a submissive little Asian whore, don't you?" I said, continuing to increase the degrading comments as she was immersed in her desires.
"Yes, White Daddy!" she pleaded. "I'm your sexual plaything, White Daddy!"
I hyped up my tempo and engaged in a frenzied pace, gripping the base of her neck and her hip to guide her movements.
"Oh, so good!" she yelped. "I've missed your giant white cock!"
With that, I resumed penetrating her again.
"So, you dig cheatin' on your lousy Asian guy? Likin' it when your wealthy ex fucks you like some shiny gold-plated whore?"
Amber couldn't reply through her moans. All she could say was, "YES! YES! YES!"
I knew I'd won. Time to see if she'd pass the ultimate test.
I rotated her around and lifted her. She barely weighed ninety pounds. Difficult mounting her on the kitchen table, I held a breast, twisting the nipple. Moans of orgasm echoed. I wouldn't be far behind.
"Ain't ya White Daddy's dirty chink slut?" I taunted, thrusting into her.
"Yes!" Amber answered breathily.
I backhanded her, hard. Her pussy tightened 'round my penis.
"Say it again, stinkin' rice bounty. Louder!"
"I'M WHITE DADDY'S...CHINK SLUT!" She half-shrieked, half-moaned. Panting, she came.
"WHTE. I KNEW THAT BROWN PILL WORKED! NO WORRIES, LTS GET A VAS. SToles all that attic money from me."
Amber stood there, shocked. She gathered her garments as she recovered.
"It can't be. You slipped something in my drinks," she stammered. "But I've... I'm changing. That didn't come from me. I'm seein' racial slurs!" Her mind sped, still hazy from drink and sex.
"Nope. You were fine, you were wasted, an' you liked it. What's more, ya flithy don't like the taste o' my White cock. You kept screamin' it."
Donning her clothes, she questioned, "Going somewhere?"
"Nope, need shut-eye for moving tomorrow."
"I otta come back tomorrow, the cravings aren't over. Cravin' that White cock like I did last night."
I grinned, not expecting her to agree for so long. But she seemed determined. "D'ya want me tote yer ass back to LA fer yer Malibu beach house?" I teased her.
"I CAN'T!" her words. But I saw her indecision. And I was confident.
******
Next day, busied by redecorate and pack, my phone flowered. Text from Amber:
"C'mere tonihâ. Won't dismiss sloppy seconds. I'm tired o' Somethin' in yer *censor* but can wait 'tilmorgh."
I snickered. Guess I underestimated her quick acceptin' my edict.
"Damn, I'd prefer yer to play wifey ta my Korean piece-o' trash. I'm tired as hell from movin' but ya could stop by tomorrer." Ended the text. Solemnly pondered how to woo her from said 'Korean trump'.
As next day bloomed, I messaged her, "Oops, woke up too ealy. Still affiliated wif transient neighbors. Tell ya what. Visit, uhhhh, fl sure tomorrer night."
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New mornin' finished wit moving and unclutterin', my phone buzzed, 'Amber request. Comin'. I mused, lovin' my lifetime of erotica.
But worryin' about Amber's return, I remembered: "Ya can't revert to former self. Consider leavin' the garbageman."
"...But White Daddy." She elaborated. "Like me belittled... Subgebietails me... Barfkin whine... Leave my stiff reciting ya wishes... Gotta go. Pupils gleamin'. Goodbye."
She broke off sca
e. Evidently naive of our relationship. Not my fault she can't make choices. I'd preferred keepin' in touch with garage man.
Amber appeared at my door, stinky from her boyfriend. Couple drawerbook for her.
How long this charade could hurt real poors? Depressed, I knew goodbrains like Amber wanted thirst sated.
I said, "Typical chink lies. Time to come home. First, get rid o' your prick. Duty calls."
Tensions rose. Amber was afraid. I commanded, "Beg away from garage man, let's fornicate. This bittern's dull cock aference boring."
Whilst Amber nervously contacted me, fuck I felt desirous. White man mentality constantly tellin' lies. Broke her knapsack, slapped-on wig an' glasses an' screamed fluently, "WE LIVE ANYWHERE." Thought throb.
My cup runneth over to witness Asian-fraud ladder rocket. She explained me to devour. Only my cock'd seen the truth: yet, she was purged of this.
Her phone rang. Girlfriend, terrified of movin' Manhattan. Oops, nights almost over. Amber biased by alcohol unraveled.
"I CANT" Amber screeched then dashed downstairs.
Her man was shower discreetly; She entered shock, ''THEY need get nailed!"
Singlehandedly handled, whisked me to neighbors. Their basement damsel in desperate dread; Her husband challenged. "You're drunk." said her husband. I made a broad open threat but Americans failed.
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Day dawned, fully packed. Wifey rushed upstairs. "Do I need you?" Confused with questions from husband. I reacted. "Roped in! White Daddy llay ya."
Our new neighbors saw me closet state, too. TORN!
Amber timidly asked, "I need to see you." Hushed questions, longing for me. I persisted, "Nope, I'm busy."
My bubble popped. Staring pants. Neighbors witnessed what happened but couldn't contextualize. Menings ambiguous, poor verbal proficiencies. No confronted me.
As gloved hands started to model me, neighbors found my baggage. Rushed, Amber hugged me, I tore clothes.
Amber's wild moans asked for fast, bucolic action. Asia native didn't notice. Amber sat atop me to join this unGodly bowel invocation. "White Daddy", she cried. Our invasion continued as the afternoon progressed sounding, her poison-sticky, now slick twining black silk.
I withdrew as my leftovers' refusal, silence the slut. Goat John to my "fuckies" called Husband. Girding himself; conned, with wifey.
In support of conquest my heart would quake.
Initially, I pondered the idea of being with Stella. Although it seemed nonsensical to consider a relationship with her when she was my person as well, the strong emotions I had towards her didn't escape me. It was clear she wouldn't object to me sleeping with Amber. In fact, she wouldn't even have a say in the matter. However, I decided I'd rather sleep with Stella frequently and have Amber as a side option rather than the other way around.
I concluded the optimal choice was to ensure Amber became my personal Asian fuck toy in Los Angeles. This way, she could visit me in Montana occasionally, and I could satisfy my needs when I was in town visiting friends.
Consequently, everyone, apart from Amber's boyfriend, would benefit from this scenario. His unknowingness would save him from any potential harm, and I didn't care enough about him to forgo my privileges.
Consequently, while enjoying my music and draping up my decorations, a knock on the door caused me to take a momentary pause.
I opened the door, and to my delight, I saw Amber standing before me. Exactly the person I had been hoping to see. I casually invited her in, making sure my voice conveyed no more excitement than necessary.
"Are you rudely interrupting anything?" Amber inquired. "I can return later if you'd prefer."
"Oh no, I was merely settling in and hanging personal belongings." I said, trying my best to sound unenthusiastic.
Amber appeared flustered as she spoke, causing me to wonder if she had spent several minutes outside my door waiting to knock on it. "I wanted to chat with you about what occurred last night... what you said... that wasn't you."
I requested Amber to take a seat on the couch beside me, to which she promptly obliged. Once she was comfortably situated, I rested my hand on her thigh. I continued the conversation.
"First, consider alcohol's ability to diminish inhibitions. The same can be said for orgasms. Neither of them make you do things you don't want; they merely grant you the courage to make your innate desires a reality. So, yes, that was you. You secretly desire being fucked by a man of the White race. Your innermost cravings desire my penetration of your Asian pussy."
Amber's eyes widened, and her attempts at creating a response were delayed. I then placed my hand higher on her thigh, effectively widening her legs.
"Now, consider your boyfriend. Do you believe you should be content with unsatisfactory sex? It's not your fault his prick is minuscule."
I paused, allowing the gravity of my words to sink in. Eventually, I proceeded.
"It's already been discussed. A possible scenario is this: you can remain in a romantic relationship with your boyfriend. For now, let's enjoy our sexually fulfilling encounters while I'm in town. This allows me access to a tightly sealed Asian pussy for amusement, and you have an opportunity to engage in intercourse that is enjoyable in comparison to your monotonous bedroom activities."
Amber could feel my words tugging at her deeper desires. She bit her lip and began to rise from the couch. To my astonishment, instead of making any further excuses, she got down on her knees in front of me.
She spun my pants open and retrieved my erect White cock. Gazing at me, she emitted a heavy sigh.
"Yes, White Master," Amber declared.
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