#12. Joanna (5)
Darkness had settled over the night. The hotel room was sweltering hot.
“Slurp! Smooch! Slurp!”
“Ngh.”
Zing zing!
Blonde hair spilled across the bed, and her unusually voluptuous breasts jiggled, baring their pale white skin.
Joanna, joyfully welcoming my cock after so long, was eagerly savoring it.
I lay back on the bed, watching her diligently suck me off, then chuckled.
“My dick isn't candy, you know.”
“Puhah, but it's sweeter than candy? Sniff sniff—the scent is so rich and intense, I love it.”
“You a pervert or something?”
“Hohot, pervert just for you.”
“Enough blowjob. Get up here. Now.”
I wanted to bury myself inside her.
I pulled Joanna up, sat upright myself with my back against the headboard, and settled her on my lap.
Chuup, slurp! Kiss, smooch slurp!
We showered each other with the kisses we'd regretfully cut short in the studio, holding nothing back.
It started soft. Licking her lips like relishing the cappuccino foam clinging to them, then slipping between her parted lips.
The gentle kiss turned sloppy and sticky in seconds.
Joanna, wildly aroused, squirmed her hips for deeper kisses before starting to suck all over my upper body.
Feels like the first time a woman's caressed me like this.
Sucking my neck, trailing down my collarbone to my nipple.
Smooch, kiss, kiss, smooch!
“No milk comes out no matter how much you suck.”
I had zero interest in turning my nipples into erogenous zones. A guy feeling pleasure from his chest? Kinda pathetic, right? That's women's territory for beauty.
But my protests fell on deaf ears with Joanna's eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
She nursed at my nipple like milk would pour out any second.
“Mmm....”
“Slurp! Haa, Jin, it's too good. So good... haa... slurp, slurp!”
Dangerous. To save my nipple, I lightly grabbed her head and pried her off.
“Haaa... more... moooore!!”
“Suck somewhere else. I can't feel it there.”
Nod! She wasn't totally lost, nodding obediently at my words.
Deciding to trust her, I released her head, and her lips began roaming my body.
She looks completely feral. That pent up, huh?
At this rate, she'd suck hickeys all over me.
Problem was, this body had a pictorial shoot coming up.
“Joanna, don't suck so hard. Can't leave marks for the pictorial.”
“Ah!”
At the mention of 'work,' she snapped back to reality, despite seeming lost in lust.
“Oh god, I must've lost it. Sorry, forgot about that.”
“We'll go all out after the shoot. Hold back for now.”
“My mistake. Got too worked up. Blacked out for a sec. Your body's too mind-blowing.... I'm good now, no worries.”
People rack up scars over life. But this body, barely lived in, kept its smooth, baby-soft skin intact.
And that had pushed Joanna's arousal to the brink.
“Now my turn to taste?”
“Huh? Eek!”
I scooped her off my lap and laid her on the bed. Then devoured her firm breast in one go.
“Slurrrp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.”
“Haaaang! Tremble tremble!”
Sucking hard drew sweet moans from her.
After feasting on her breasts, I wrapped her legs around my waist and prepped for entry.
Gripped my cock, aimed at her entrance.
No foreplay needed; her pussy was drenched.
“Eut! Jin, easy....”
First time since then, her insides gripped me tight.
The squeezing pressure felt incredible. Tailored to her pussy, it fit perfectly when hilted. A little extra length? Pure virtue.
“Haa.”
Her expectant eyes fired me up. I started thrusting.
Plunge plunge plunge plunge!
“Kahat! Hak... haeut... uk!... ng... eung...!”
Every nerve locked on her hot, sticky depths hugging my cock.
Her legs clamped my waist tighter, urging me on.
Joanna lost in pleasure was stunning.
“This... yes, this....! Hak... aaaang!! Good!... hak... haak!”
“Huu, huu!”
To deliver, I ramped up the intensity.
Super aroused Joanna clenched in perfect sync.
Plunging deep everywhere, I spotted her sweet spot.
Plunge!
“Kyahaak!”
That cute scream every hit? Unmissable.
Weak point confirmed—time to exploit.
Flipped her prone, slammed into her plump ass, zeroed in.
Pang pang! Pang pang pang pang! Pang!
“Hak! Hak! Haak! Hak! Ak! Aaak! No!! Aaak!”
Her moans grew fiercer, echoing through the room.
Worried about a noise complaint, but pricey hotel meant perfect soundproofing.
Plunge! Plunge! Plunge! Plunge!
“Haaang...!! Uuwoo! Eut! Jin, so good, haeng... ng... good... right there... ahak! Good... aaang!”
Her shameless bliss erased useless worries.
Pounding her spot relentlessly, I realized I'd overdone the hips—lifted her face for a deep kiss.
“Uum... ub... kiss... smooch!”
Her sopping pussy leaked endlessly.
Kept hammering, her waist arched skyward like a fish.
Pinned the thrashing curve down, realigned, and thrust.
“Hakeuuut! Hageut! Uuuhueuk...!!!”
Mid-climax, her walls spasmed wildly.
The vise-like throbs were euphoric overload.
My cock hit limit fast.
Pound pound pound pound pound! Splurt!
“Kuuk!”
I unloaded deep inside, refreshingly.
Coins Increased
I swiped away the status window's coin-up chime, pulled out—and clear fluid gushed from her pussy.
A map drawn on the sheets.
“Haak... haak... hak...!”
Joanna lay limp, panting wildly, mind adrift.
Seeing her spent in bliss naturally refilled me.
“Phew, you good?”
“Haak, haak.... Thought I'd die.”
“Inspiration hit?”
“Haa... brain went white. Nothing left.”
Curious if our sex sparked her creativity like before—turns out, total blank.
“Worked hard thinking it'd inspire you, but zilch?”
“Your fault for being so intense. Gimme recovery time!”
“Eh, oh well. Lost spark's gone—better chase new ones.”
“Gentle next round?”
“Ehk?”
“You know we don't stop at one.”
“Little later. Still drained.”
Aftershocks lingered; she needed a break.
Grabbed water for her, wiped her soaked body with tissues.
“Creampie again, huh?”
“Love going inside.”
“What if I demand responsibility?”
“Then I take it.”
“Most guys hate that. You're weird.”
“Hm, rested up?”
“Eh? Wait! Ahuk!”
Reigniting her post-heat body was easy.
Squish squish squish!
“Wet again after a poke.”
“Still sore though....”
“Hurt? Too rough?” Alarmed, she shyly shook her head.
“...Kinda? Friction made it swell a bit.”
“Gentle it is next time.”
I lifted her sleek leg.
Lick!
“Gyaang!? W-what're you doing?”
Licking her long, lithe leg made her jolt.
Never figured legs for a kink, but hers? Irresistible bite.
“New inspiration means new sex styles, right?”
“N-new styles?”
“Sex changes totally by approach. Trust me, Joanna.”
I was confident I could flood her mind with visions.
May Lin had endured all kinds of racism studying photography abroad.
Just for being East Asian, every discrimination imaginable—no one cared.
No, it's not.
Don't lie.
Race doesn't disqualify. I'm better than you.
To her, even her 'terrible' photos got trashed, while whites' got top grades just for being white.
She gritted through the injustice, devoting her life to photography.
Soon, even racist profs couldn't dismiss her—awards piled up.
See? The real oversteppers are you!!
The world began recognizing her.
A pocket awl—that was May Lin.
Get famous first. Then the crowd applauds even your shit.
As she rose, they treated her special—forgetting past sneers at her Asian face.
One laughable bit: They flipped for her but kept shitting on other Asians.
I'm the exception; Asians are still inferior.
Absurd fucks. Done with them, she flipped to discriminating whites.
No whites in her shots. She honed in on Eastern beauty.
Thus birthed her unique style: capturing Eastern allure fully—no, beyond.
A special technique....
Then.
Contact from Joanna.
Wanted May Lin's photos for Prijac's July issue pictorial.
Schoolmates who'd bonded in class. Joanna alone validated her struggles, cheered her on.
Without her, graduation? Doubtful.
Still, she hesitated. Why use her art for whites?
Knew she owed her, but leaned toward refusing.
But hearing models were 'Asians' and theme Eastern beauty? She wavered.