Betty my beautiful asian ex-wife called asking me if her 18 year old sister could stay with me. She was moving from Vietnam to Dallas and needed a place to stay for awhile until she finds her own place. I love young asian women that really is an understatement. I love fucking young asian women, they are pettie with small tight pussys and asses.. I have been fucking young asian women; purely as a hobby for more than 15 years now all around the world and every time is an all new experience.

My driver met Connie at the airport on the day of her arrival. As they pulled into my driveway after a 60 minute drive Connie was already envious. My house was beautiful. Sitting on 10 acres, My house and grounds looked like a picture postcard of what is traditional home. It had beautifully trimmed ornate trees, stone walkways, and a traditional dwelling with sweeping roof lines and carved accents.
After unloading from the car I lead her to a smaller house located at the rear of the main house. “This is the guest house,” I said as I gestured toward the smaller building, “I hope it is acceptable.” Her jaw dropped. It was equally as beautiful and ornate as the main house surrounded by an exquisite garden and a small pond with goldfish. “ “You overwhelm me. This will be just fine,” She said. Connie closed the door behind me as I left, engaged the deadbolt lock and placed the keys and purse on table in the foyer. She turned away and walked down the hallway towards the bedroom.

The only down side to traveling is putting your stuff away when you get to your destination. After a 13 hour flight and customs, you simply don’t feel like messing with anything, you just want to lie down and slip into a coma for about 10 hours. So with a quick and steady pace she is done. Her clothes were hung up, and a change into leisure clothes laid out on the bed. Connie did have to admit to herself she looked totally hot. She was dressed in a very tight pair of low cut jeans, a red t-top, a lace-trimmed black bra, and a pair of black heels. She wondered to herself why she bothered getting dressed up. She wasn’t interested in meeting anyone and certainly was not looking for a boyfriend. She was too busy with moving from Vietnam to Dallas and did not want the distraction of a relationship.

As she walked, Connie tilted her head to the side to allow her hair to fall backwards. Reaching up, she removed the small diamond earring from her left ear. After a refreshing shower, she dried off putting on
a blood red kimono that was decorated with an embroidered peacock and bonsai trees. The waist was held together by a large white sachet tied in the back, and the edges of the garment in the front, and at the sleeves were trimmed with gold colored cloth.
Suddenly, Connie felt her heart stop beating. She tried to scream but was too horrified. Her body froze with terror for what seemed like an eternity. Her mind commanded her to scream but she could not. She knew she should run but her feet would not move. An eerie chill coursed through her body and she felt her body go numb. When Connie’s sub-consciousness finally reconnected with her rational thought, her primal instincts immediately took over. Connie found herself only a few feet away from me standing in her hallway. Without thinking, Christine turned her body, intending to run away. As soon I saw her move, I stepped forward with incredible speed and grasped her by the arm. I tightened my grip and stepped into her. Her attempted block bounced off my muscular shoulder. She raised her other hand and grasped my wrist. Thinking she could ease the vise-like grip around her waist, she tried to pull my arm away. It only took a moment before she realized her efforts were pointless.

Even though Connie considered herself a strong woman, her strength was no match for mine. Without thinking, she found herself slapping wildly at my head and shoulders. Strike after strike, her hand began to burn from the repeated contact with me.Before she had another chance to think, she suddenly realized her feet were no longer touching the ground. In another instant, she felt her back being slammed into the wall. Looking down for a split-second, she realized I had lifted her off the ground by her waist and had pinned her against the wall. She tried to draw her leg back and kick me in my balls. Being pinned against the wall, she was unable to put any force or momentum behind her kicks and she realized she was wasting the precious little air remaining in her lungs. Terror again overwhelmed her, almost as if I was reading her mind, she sensed my grip loosen slightly; loosening only enough to allow her to catch a few breaths of fresh oxygen. Feeling a new sense of hope, she grabbed my neck and clenched down tightly, balling her hand into a tight fist and pinching as much skin as she could. As she tightened her grip, she dug her fingernails into my flesh. She had hoped the pain would cause me to release my grip but soon realized it was having no affect on me. She felt my skin twisting in her hand. At the same moment, she felt my free hand yank the sachet off, her kimono falling open revealing her hot sexy nude body Connie swallowed hard as she tried to regain her composure.

“No, please don’t…” She begged. Just as the last word crossed her lips, she felt my hand again tighten its’ grip on her fragile waist. For the first time, Connie heard me speak, “Not a word! Don’t say a word!” “Don’t hurt me, please” Connie pleaded. “I told you not a word. It is time you and I get to know each other, since you going to be living here for a while.” I calmly replied. Hearing this me speak her name shot another surge of terror through her body. I wasted no time advancing my agenda. Looking up, Connie looked into my eyes. What she saw only frightened her more. Lust! Hunger! Desire! Excitement! Connie watched as I ran my hands across her soft breasts, tracing small circles around her nipples.