Sorry to jump around timewise, but I had to write about this: as I mentioned earlier, we now live in Belair while Asia is going to a college in the general area. It is a wealthy enclave and we have a number of celebrities in the neighborhood. At the kindergarten that Min-hee, Mi-cha and Jae-sun go to, my twins became friends with a celebrity's kid who lives just down the block from us. The child, whose name is Mable (who the fuck names their kid "Mable?" It makes her sound like somebody's 90 year old grandmother) is a real sweetheart and is over at our house a lot to play. So a couple of days ago, the actress and actor who are Mable's parents invited us over for dinner to get acquainted,  which was a nice gesture. The dinner, which was put together by their personal chef, was bloody spectacular. 

The after dinner small talk eventually got on to how we raise our children. Mable's parents told us about how busy they were and so they had to bring in a nanny to help take care of Mable while they were away on shoots or attending parties to network for more gigs. They compensate for that by shrouding her in a lot of designer clothing and shit. I looked over at Asia and I could see THAT look. When Asia gets pissed, she puts out this intense stare and I could almost see smoke coming out of her ears. However, the volume of that smoke was far exceeded by that which was being vented from my own lugholes. It was go time. "Okay listen you guys, here is the deal," I said. Turning toward Mable's mom, I commanded, "tomorrow you will not only fire the nanny, but you will announce your retirement to raise your daughter properly. You will have your publicist issue a statement to the press and then you will cut your agent loose and the following day the publicist gets the boot, too."

I went on: "you will have your personal chef teach you how to cook and then a year later you will let him go and you will start making your own meals. You will also stop shopping on Rodeo Drive for Mable's clothes. You will shop at J.C. Penney's, the Gap and other stores regular people go to. If someone recognizes you, you will express gratitude for where you are to them, be nice to them and gracefully extricate yourself from the encounter. You are not to take Mable on to tv shows or any of your other appearances or otherwise use her as a publicity ploy."

Then I turned to Mable's dad: "listen buddy, Mable has to come first in your life. She doesn't need an absentee dad. No wonder so many children of celebrities are so fucked up. So when you're on a shoot you will call Mable daily and when you're home you will be present in her life by playing with her, reading to her and giving her the guidance she needs. You won't just leave the child rearing to your wife."

The two imbeciles meekly agreed, uttering "okay." "Mable is welcome at our house anytime and our kids will be welcome at yours," I continued. "Oh, and you're taking that cellphone from Mable. A five year old does not need a cellphone. Learn to say no to your kid, but you will also make sure she understands you love her and that she's special to you even as you make her work for something she wants so that she acquires a work ethic."

What really hocked Asia off was that we had adopted four kids from an orphanage, a place where kids aren't so much raised as warehoused. The idea of our kids being in such an environment really saddened her. It appeared to her that these boob celebrities were basically doing little more than warehousing Mable and putting her in the hands of a caretaker like she was a piece of property and not a human being. Well, that shit just came to an end. Mable was always hugging my kids and me because she wasn't getting enough of it at home. Fuckers.

Okay, that catharsis now behind me, the Sunday after we got married, we had just finished going through the wedding presents and sorting out the stuff we could actually use and that which we would either toss or take to Goodwill when Asia said that she had a hair appointment to go to. "Why are you having your hair done when you just did that three days ago?" "Because I'm getting it cut. In Korea, married women cut their hair short to show that they're serious adults now and not just young, immature girls anymore." "Sorry kiddo, but you're keeping your hair long. I hate it when chicks cut their hair. It makes a lot of them look like boys. You will only have enough work done on your hair to keep it looking good while still wearing it down to your ass." "Yes Master," she obeyed. She phoned and canceled the appointment. Instead, we walked our dogs for a couple of hours and then when we came back we watched a documentary on the human brain while our lab laid tits up on the couch next to Asia to get his belly scratched as her and I sat together. "So you gonna operate on one of those someday?" I asked. "Ugh, no. I'm not going to be a surgeon, sweety. That's more pressure than I can deal with. I mean, you have a small slip of the hand and you could kill someone. No thanks."

"You know how on all these doctor shows they have some nickname or go by their first name?" I asked rhetorically. "I think I'll start calling you Doctor Hottie," I chuckled. She pushed me playfully. "Hey doc, I have this problem with chronic stiffness," I joked. "Oh really?" she grinned. "Where are you feeling that stiffness?" she rejoindered knowingly. "Down here," I responded, pointing to my groin. "Yeah, I've been seeing a lot of that lately," she noted. "Well stand up and I'll see if I have some oral medication to help alleviate that," she smirked. I did so and she requested, "please drop your trousers for me.". I did so and she evaluated that, "you have it bad. You  might have to come back for follow up treatments. Anyway, here's your medicine," she said and engulfed my cock with her mouth. Her soft lips on my rigid shaft immediately made my dick twitch and I began leaking precum into her mouth as it coasted over my rock hard rocket. She reached in with her lefthand and grazed my balls with her fingernails while I felt the tightening  of her lips on my fucktick with the suction she was intermittently applying. "Oh fuck doc, I can feel the fever," I bubbled raspily. She bobbed her head faster, which allowed her lips and tongue to apply more frequent pressure on my increasingly sensitive flesh spear and ultimately made me spew my baby batter into her yapper, whereupon she swallowed it all down.

"So what's the prognosis, doc?" I leered. "Well," she answered, "there wasn't anything unusual about the discharge, so I think you'll be okay. Just check back with me periodically so that I can see how you're progressing." she giggled. I flopped back on the sofa and kissed her after I pulled my pants and boxers back up. The lab decided he wanted in on the action, too, and jumped on us, which inspired my golden retriever to not want to be left out and he leaped in there, too.

The rest of the summer was pretty mellow. Asia spent a lot of it perusing medical,  physiology and biology books. We  would be laying in bed together reading (with me, it was usually Sports Illustrated, ESPN The Magazine or Rolling Stone or something like that) and I would look over and see these really graphic photos of diseased organs and surgical procedures and it would turn my stomach. I don't know how she can stand to look at that stuff, but everybody's different. I was interested enough, though, to have her tell me when she came across anything interesting or unusual that she thought I would find fascinating.

Asia and I weren't able to get any of our classes together during the fall semester because she was taking a bunch of AP classes and I obviously wasn't. Her $30,000 wedding ring received even more attention from her female classmates than her engagement ring did. When they asked who she was married to and she told them, they usually responded, "I don't know who that is" or "never heard of him." Anonymity FTW!

However, with the new semester there was a new hot teacher, Miss Kelleher, who taught my British Lit class. She was 5'4" with nice round C cups, long brown hair and a lot of swivel in her slim hips. She had a cute button nose, green eyes and a "purty mouth" if you will. Of course, I had to have her. I went up to her after class and told her to meet me the Starbuck's on Lazar Avenue at 7 p.m. that night.

After school, I informed Asia that I was going to a local sports bar with my buddy Alex, who she had met before, to watch Monday Night Football. I promised her that I wouldn't drink (I had stopped anyway). I pulled into the parking lot of the Starbuck's and found Miss Kelleher and ordered her to meet me at the Parkinson Inn four blocks away. We both got there, she rented a room and, less than five minutes later, she was on her knees naked and her mouth was filled by my cock. The shape of that mouth was definitely made for cocksucking. I wasn't expecting it, but Miss Kelleher could deep throat and the sensation of her throat muscles against my cockhead was extremely pleasurable. That made me want to grab each side of her head and skullfuck her, the gurgling and gagging on my nine incher adding to the lasciviousness of the situation. After ten more minutes of that, I pulled my cock out and shot my wad all over her pretty face.

I directed her to get in bed and spread those shapely legs of hers. She had the wild and free 70's bush going, like she had never trimmed it in her life. That lent her pussy a muskier scent since she hadn't showered yet. I ate her for the next 45 minutes and powered her to eight or nine orgasms. She was a live one and was panting like one of my dogs after a particularly long walk when I finished. I had her stand up and bend over the bed. My cock was hard again and I jabbed it into her. She let out a yelp and then a long sigh as it burrowed into her sex. "Oh my God," she gasped, "you're the biggest white guy I've ever had." I grasped her hips and began pistoning my rod in and out of her. Her hot box felt fucking sweet as her vaginal walls compressed my flesh hammer. I  grabbed a bundle of her hair and pulled it toward me, whipping her head up as I continued to pound her. "You like that, don't you bitch?" I growled. "Oh God yessss," she hissed. "You're such a slut," I accused, my pubic bone slamming against her ass as I spiked her time and again. "You love my cock slut?" I inquired. "Oh God yes, (pant pant pant)," she retorted. "Tell me what you are!" I sternly demanded. "I'm a slut!" she agreed. She was gasping and whimpering as I kept on violating her. I released her hair and slapped her ass hard with my righthand. I smacked it repeatedly as she got closer and closer to climax. She was now beginning her teaching career by being rammed a treat by one of her 16 year old students.

I grabbed her hips again and fucked her as hard and fast as I could and that did it for her, as she shuddered when her orgasm went through her like a flamethrower. I wasn't done, though. "What do you say when your Master allows you to have an orgasm?" I interrogated again. "Thank you Master!" she complied. Hmmmm, this girl was a submissive. That realization amped my horniness and, as I used her cunt for my pleasure. It boosted me up faster than I otherwise would have been and I spooged her delicious jelly roll with my cream filling.

My penis went flaccid after I emptied myself and I sat on the bed to regain my breath. "On your knees bitch!" I ordered. I looked down and my cum was dried on her face. I smiled down at her. "Tell me honestly Miss Kelleher, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" "Yes Master." "Is this the first time you've slept with a student?" "Yes Master." "Did you sleep with any of your professors in college or teachers in high school?" "No Master." "Do you like being dominated?" "Yes Master." "I thought so," I admired.

"By the way, what's your first name?" "It's Tiffany Master." "Okay Tiffany, here is what will happen from now on: you will treat me like any other student. You will not contact me or speak to me outside of class unless I speak to you first." "Yes Master." "You will not tell anyone of our encounter tonight." "Yes Master." "You are dismissed."

Just to be safe, once I got dressed, I headed to a local sports bar I found on my cellphone and had a couple cokes and some Buffalo wings. I had already covered my tracks with Alex, so I phoned him and talked about the game with him as he sat at home so that I had a few more details about it. It was a turkey of a contest anyway and wasn't close. I did stuff like that for him when he was stepping out on his girlfriend, so it was all good. I had been a good boy for the last few months, so I was due for some side poon.

When I got home, I took a shower, fucked Asia and then went to sleep. Best first day of school ever!