I had to kick Jason out at 5:30 because, supposedly, my non-existent parents would be home soon. The next day, as it got closer to 3 p.m., I took all my clothes off because I was going to surprise him by welcoming him to my house in the buff. That was sabotaged, though, when he showed up with Dylan, Debbie, Cory, Justin, Steven and Marina plus a girl I had never met before, Angela, who was Debbie's older sister. After peeking out the window, I shouted, "be right there!" and ran upstairs and threw on my little Catholic school girl outfit except without the shoes. I opened the door and invited everyone upstairs to my music room. Jason sat crosslegged on the floor and I laid my head in his "hizamakura," as they say in Japan, or, "knee pillow." Dylan was a little  taken aback when Jason and I intertwined our fingers. "So is Jason your boyfriend now Miwa?" he asked. "No, we're kind of leaving that open right now. But I do love him," I confessed. Jason, of course, as guys do, bragged to his buddies about nailing me and was more than glad, I'm sure, to hear me confirming that we kind of have a thing going at the moment. Cory called him lucky and Jason just said, "definitely."

Angela was blonde, like her sister, but three inches taller and probably 20 pounds heavier and with huge boobs. She was also 20 years old. I wondered what she was doing there. "I heard Jason going on and on about you to Dylan when they were over at my house, so I wanted to meet you," she explained. I thought that was weird. Was she jealous? Did she have a thing for Jason and wanted to check out the competition? Or was she just bored? Maybe she's a busy body? It made me really uncomfortable. "So are all these guitars yours Miwa?" Angela interrogated. "Yeah." "She can totally shred on them, too," Jason bubbled. "God Jason, why don't you just sacrifice virgins to her the way you worship her?" Angela snarked. I thought that was a hilarious line. "I don't think anyone in this room is in danger of being sacrificed then," I piled on, which cracked everybody up. "So if you like Jason so much Miwa, how come you won't be his girlfriend?" "With all due respect, Angela, minding one's own business is a virtue," I snapped. "Whatever," she shot back. Now I would have ripped Angela's head off, but I was really afraid it would create problems for Debbie, who I had a pretty gnarly secret about.

"Aren't you a little old for Jason?" I confronted Angela. "What are you talking about? I'm not interested in him!" she asserted. "Well, why do you care then?" "By the way he talks about you, Miwa, you would think you were just little miss perfect, except for the fact that you're a slut." "You come to my house to talk about me like that Angela? Those are some great manners on you. And anyway, let's take a 'slut vs. bitch' poll here. Okay everybody, who would you rather hang out with, a slut or a bitch? Dylan?" "Slut." "Cory?" Slut," "Justin?" "Slut," Steven?" "Slut," 'Marina?" "Slut," "Debbie?" "Slut." "Jason?" "Slut all day long," he firmly stated. "You just got owned Angela. Now would you please leave?" "God Angela, you're so embarrassed me in front of my friends!" Debbie complained. Angela got up in a huff and stormed out of the house. "Wow, 20 going on 11," I insulted. "Sorry about that Miwa. Please don't hate me!" "It's cool Debbie. I do think she has a thing for Jason, though. Thank God he found out she's a bitch before she had a chance to get her talons into him." "I always thought that Angela was a pump and dump anyway," Justin disclosed. I could see that Debbie just wanted to go bury herself in a hole. "Wow Justin, vicious, but yet fair," I said, slamming Angela yet again and making everybody chuckle.

"If you ever do her, Jason, the only way I'll let you in my house again is if you don't bring your dick!" I snidely informed him, a line that had everybody in hysterics. "Don't worry about that, babe." "Good," I praised. Things cooled down after that and we spent the next few hours just fucking around. Before I expelled everybody for the day, I hugged Debbie to let her know there were no hard feelings.

Fortunately, Wednesday, Jason showed up alone. He told me that after Debbie got home, she got into a huge screaming match with Angela over me. I hate drama and warned Jason of my extremely low tolerance for it. The weather was clear, so feeling restless, I thought it would be a good idea to give the dogs another walk that day since I now had somebody who could take one of the leashes. We took them to the park for an hour before returning home. I went into the bathroom and shed my clothes and walked back into my bedroom naked. "Thanks for doing that for me, sweety," I began. "I know you did it just to be nice and you actually wanted THIS," I posited, pointing to my boobs. "No problem babe," he said. I sat in his lap and he kissed me while stroking and rolling my nipples with his fingers. Then he dropped his hand down to my pussy and drove two fingers into it, making me squirm. while he strummed my g spot. In a few minutes, I had my arms wrapped tightly a round his shoulders as an orgasm rocked me to the core.

I reciprocated by blowing him, pocketing a nice, warm load in my mouth that I swallowed. I then  told him, "oh, I almost forgot. My parents are going to some corporate party being thrown by a company that is a client of my dad's law firm Friday. and they won 't be back until after midnight. Why don't you come over and I can make you dinner and we can have a nice evening in?" I suggested. He was all over it. I don't know what he expected, but what I made was pretty basic. Spaghetti Marinara, garlic bread and Tiramisu for dessert. I made a huge ass batch of the latter and told him to take the rest home for his family. He loved the meal and his parents went crazy over the Tiramisu, his dad jokingly advocating that Jason ask me to marry him after saying it was the best Tiramisu he had ever eaten. We retired to my bedroom, had sex a couple of times and then laid around in each other's arms watching ESPN. "You're the coolest chick ever!" Jason enthused. He's probably right, *giggle.

I was wondering at what point Jason would begin to tire of me. Being a horny typical teenage guy, maybe never as long as I keep letting him have my cookie. Plus it wasn't like I was making a lot of demands on him. The last week of December, his parents wouldn't let him sleep over unless they got to meet me and I refused that invitation, telling him to insist to his parents that in Asian culture we don't meet the parents unless the male has proposed to her. Of course, that's bullshit, but his peeps bought it. I did send him home with a strawberry cheesecake I made as a peace offering, which they raved over, if what he said was right.

Having fictional parents was a huge pain in the ass. I kept having to hem and haw around about their whereabouts, so I finally just had to kill them off. On Januray 2nd, I phoned Jason and told him I would be gone the next few days because both of my non-existent folks died in an auto accident driving home from Vegas. To make this bullshit work, I kenneled my dogs, which I fucking hated doing to them, and checked into a hotel in San Diego for a week in the name of supposedly retrieving the bodies. When I finally got home, I received all kinds of sympathy from Jason and his friends and felt like such an asshole. I also had to act like I was indeed still in mourning. This is why I hate lying. There is just too much shit to worry about when you do it. I felt like such a tool even when I was in San Diego, that I spent almost all my time in my room and didn't go trolling for cock like I otherwise would have.

Around the 20th, I felt like I could start acting normal. This time, I was able to have Jason over all day and even make him dinner again. Because I was still loathing myself for the disinformation I had concocted that bummed so many people out, I invited Dylan and his posse over that Saturday for dinner. It was a huge hit. "God Miwa, this looks and tastes like restaurant food!" Marina said.

Speaking of Marina, I kept hoping she would be bisexual and make a pass at me. Her skin had a more tan hue to it like the folks you see on Okinawa or Shikoku. She was very rational and smart and had a lovely ass and nice perky b cups. Her eyes were very much almond shaped. Her legs weren't all that great, but that was about the only thing I didn't like about her. I told Cory that he was on to a winner and he better keep her happy. He agreed, but averred that the main problem with Marina was that she wasn't me. That was sweet, but I reminded him to not be greedy and love the one he was with, as the old song goes.

I sat Jason down because Valentine's Day, which is little more than corporate sponsored emotional blackmail, was coming up in a few weeks and I ordered that he not get me anything and I was dead serious about it since we weren't formally a couple and I was wealthy enough to get anything I want anyway.. As long as he was willing to give himself to me that would be good enough. He thought that was ultra cool, of course, and he was no doubt the envy of his friends. He also knew that he wasn't going to have to fork out for another extortion scheme, prom.

Monday morning, I got a call from John. He wanted to come over for sex after he got off work. I told him I would rather do it at his place during lunchtime because I had a date later in the day. He was fine with that. As soon as I told the receptionist at his corporate office who I was, she told me to go right up. I apologized to him for not going to the New Year's Eve party and that I hoped he wasn't mad. He  was okay with that, too. He had me sit on his desk and stood in front of me. He kissed me. God, it was so great being with a real man again and uber naughty to do it in an office. I had my little office lady outfit on and he unbuttoned the blouse part of it and my bra followed suit. He spent a few minutes fondling and sucking my boobs, heating my mood up very nicely. He unzipped my skirt and pulled it off and then took my panties, too, and went down on me, licking my pussy and clit. "God, you taste wonderful Miwa," he celebrated while ratcheting up my horniness. He undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down around his knees and then inserted his rock solid dick into me. Oh God, he has a nice cock and it felt amazing to have it inside me again. I felt it weaseling in and snaking out and I was being transported into a very pleasurable never never land as he used my hole for his own purpose. "Oh fuck John, God, you have such a killer cock," I blurted, my breathing hastening with each pistoning of his battering ram into me. The friction between his shaft and my vaginal walls was intense and I was warming up very quickly. He threw my legs over his shoulders and started slamming me good and hard, my vaginal lining drawn tight around his fat meat stick. I was panting non-stop, "uh uh uh, oh fuck John yessssss, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me John!" I whimpered and then I stiffened and felt the pleasure inundate me. It  was all I could do to stifle the scream I wanted to let out as his grunts became more like growls while he invaded my cunt, which was sloppy with his precum and my juices, like the Russians rampaged through eastern europe on the way to Berlin during WWII. "Oh fuck John oh yes baby, God yess, I'm going to cum again!" and my  pubic muscles were twitching and convulsing uncontrollably as I experienced climax after climax. "That's the dick loving Miwa I know!" he rasped. "God John, uhhhh, cum on my face baby, uhhhhhhh" I panted in between orgasms. Finally he was just about there and pulled out,  helped  me down off the desk and on to my knees and stroked his cock until he splooged my cheeks, mouth, chin and forehead with large glops of semen.

He emitted a contented sigh. "Jesus Miwa, we  have to do this more often," he said, as he pushed my head on to his cock to clean it off. When I was done, he pulled his pants up and fell into a chair that was facing the desk. I reached into my purse and picked out a packet of tissues to wipe his man goo from my face. I didn't want him cumming inside me because I was going to see Jason later on. "It's  been way too long." "It sure has," I echoed.

On the way back home, my pussy throbbed after the assault John subjected it to. Jason's cock  has good length, but only average thickness. That's still good enough to get the job done, but this may have been that slap upside the head I was looking for to start cooling my ardor for Jason. Well, maybe not. When he came over after school. I was so glad to see him. I took him upstairs and basically raped him, just about ripping his clothes off and riding his dick like it was something from an amusement park. God, if Jason only knew how to tie me up he would completely own me. Being fucked by John may not have changed my love for Jason, but it did seem to have made me randier. Thursday, I called him during his school's lunchtime and masturbated for him. He told me that he had to go and rub one out in the bathroom after that. Then he came over and fucked me so hard I was sore the rest of the day.

I called him during lunch again Friday. "Hello stud," I began. "Hi babe,"  he countered. "I'm still sore from the fucking you gave me yesterday." "Sorry about that." "No, it reminds me of how passionately you had your way with me," I flirted. "I wish I was in front of you on my knees right now with your cock in my mouth," I throatily whispered. "So do I," he admitted. "Do you like it when I suck your cock baby?" "Fuck yeah I do," he notified. "What do you like better, my mouth or my pussy?" I teased. "Your pussy. I so want to make you pregnant," he said, upping the ante. "You want to shoot your seed into me and breed me baby?" "Oh yeah. Then I want to watch your belly grow with my child inside of it," he replied somewhat raspily as if he was getting more excited. "Are you hard right now?" "Like you wouldn't believe." "What do you want to do with it?" I asked in a leading way. "I want to feel your pussy around it and then shoot lots of my seed into you and see how beautiful you would look pregnant," he fantasized. I was getting really hot with this pregnancy talk myself even though I was incapable of conception. "Did you think about me before going to bed last night sweety?" "Oh God, you bet I did!" he returned enthusiastically. "Where did you cum in your fantasy? Inside me or outside me?" "Definitely inside you," he immediately rejoindered. "God, you have no idea how good it feels when you're inside me baby. I love being underneath you with my legs wrapped around your back and receiving your dick and then your cum," I explicitly depicted. "I love giving it to you. I wish I could fuck you all day long without getting sore or tired," he hoped. "God, that would be heaven. When you gush your cum into me I feel so close to you. It's like getting a part of you inside of me," I portrayed.

"You have no idea how hot I get when I look at you," he retorted. "I want you so much that I almost wish I could hold you in my body and carry you around with me," he bubbled. "I feel the same way when I am hugging you in bed. I want you as close to me as possible. I want to be united with you because I love you so much." "I wish I could be more of a poet to describe in words what I feel when I love you so much," he hotly spoke. "Are you going to fuck me after school?" "Absolutely babe. I'm going to pound my cock into you so hard you'll feel like you got hit by a train and you'll like it!" "You have no idea how wet I get when you talk like that. I want you to fuck me rough. I want you to overpower me. I want you to fuck me like you own me," I passionately palpitated. "I'm going to tear that pussy up.and make sure you walk bowlegged for the next week," he growled. "Oh fuck baby, I love it when you show me how much bigger and stronger you are. I so want to surrender to you," I admitted. "If you were here right now I would rape you within an inch of your life and then do it to you again the entire weekend," he asserted. "Oh God yes baby, stab me with that big dick of yours," I moaned. "I'm going to slice and dice your pussy bitch. You're going to be one worn out little slut," he claimed. "Oh yes, I want you to take what you want, use my cunt for your pleasure," I continued. "Fuck yeah. You're going to be my little sex slave and give it to me whenever and however I want it," he demanded. "Yes Master. Rule me, conquer me," I desired. "You want to be my litlle fucktoy, don't you?" "Oh yes Master. I want to please you," I purred. "Tell me how much you want my cock right now, slut!" he barked. "Master, please fuck your  little slave. She is so wantonly horny for her Master's big cock. It is her favorite thing in the world. Please?" "What will you do for it, slut?" he pondered. "I will surrender my mouth and my pussy to you for it Master. Everyday I wake up hoping to be honored with more of your cock, Master. Please use me!" I begged. "Oh yeah, I'm going to use you until you can't walk. You'll be so dehydrated you'll look like a raisin. You'll be so used up you'll look like an old lady by the time I'm through with you," he propounded. "Mmmm, sounds just like what I want," I dreamily projected.

"God, this call is making me so hard. I'm going to have to hit the head," he informed me. "That's so unfair. Everyone else gets to see your hard on and I don't," I said, mock pouting. "But you'll get to see it, don't worry," he laughed. "Promise?" "Promise." "I love you baby," I cooed. "I love you, too babe."

When he got to my house after school, as soon as I opened the door, he grabbed me, picked me up, threw me on the couch, ripped my panties off (I was wearing a little cotton skirt at the time)  and shoved his cock into me even though I wasn't wet, which made his attack hurt until I finally got lubricated enough to take it. He had his hands dug into my hips and was raking his cock hard in and out of me like he was possessed, calling me everything in the book, cunt, whore, bitch, slut, etc. When he came with a guttural roar, he pulled out and shot his wad on to my face. Of course, I came quite a number of times, too, but I was pretty sore in the aftermath of it.

He was breathing so hard when he was finished that I thought he might be having an asthma attack. As a former guy, I knew that he had to have totally psyched himself up on the way home to do this because it takes a hell of a lot of energy to get into a rapist's mindset. Once ten minutes had passed, he finally got his breath back. I got up and wiped the cum off of my face with a paper towel. "Come on sweety, let's go upstairs," I suggested. We went into my bedroom and watched tv until he had to go home for dinner. When he came back later that evening, I knew he would want to see me naked, so I didn't even bother to get dressed. Of course, he wanted sex again, but I was just too sore, so he had to settle for a blowjob on his beautiful cock. 

However, I also told him how much I liked him dominating and talking dirty to me. I informed him of the limits to that, too. I really wanted him to tie me up and treat me like Kevin did, but I also didn't really feel like training him to do it because it would be like topping from the bottom plus I would never know if his heart was in it and if he was going through the motions just to please me or if he really was an emerging dominant. To be truthful, I really wanted to see Kevin again, but he lived so far away that it probably explained why he never called me again. Or that little bitch out I gave him so turned him off that he didn't want to have anything to do with me anyway.

Over the weekend, we spent most of our time together just snuggling and I really liked making lunch for him. I gave him a couple of handjobs, too. Sunday night, I kicked him out around nine because I was tired and wanted to go to sleep. After he left, I took a shower and went to bed.

Monday, though, I got up around 6 a.m. and went into a sex chat room trolling for cock. A guy wanted a bj on the way to work. He sent me a picture. He was in his late 50's but really cute, tall, gray hair, 7.5 inch schlong, in decent shape. I sent him my photo and it was a date. An hour later, he knocked on my door and I invited him in. I took him over to the couch in the livingroom and made out with him for about five minutes before removing all of my clothes and dropping to my knees. I used the tip of my tongue  to tease his balls before I moved to just under the crown of his cockhead. My nails danced on his sack as my mouth slid down his shaft and my suction pulled on it, enabling me to eventually extract a good sized load of his watery sperm juice. He got up and had me lay on the couch and started to eat me. "God Miwa, you have such a sweet tasting pussy," he admired. He licked and sucked me for a few minutes before I felt that familiar tension inside me and had a really hot orgasm. He then zipped up his pants and left.

I went back into the same chat room and hit paydirt again, only this guy wanted to fuck me. He was decent looking enough, stocky, 30's, six inch schvanz, kinda balding. We went up to my bedroom after he arrived and he gave me a nice rutting for about 15 minutes before he went off. That was long enough for me to orgasm several times and he was turned on by my being so responsive.

After I wiped my messy pussy up, I went back into the chatroom and got yet another hit, a bj. This guy was Japanese-American, thick maybe six inch dick. He asked me if I liked rough sex and, of course, I said yes. He grinned wickedly and when I went down on my knees,  he grabbed my head and forced his mouth on to his baby maker and fucked my face, soon shooting a snotty volley on to my tongue. "Jesus, you're good. Nobody has ever gotten me off that fast before," he claimed. I winked at him and said that there was a first time for everything. He said he would be back Tuesday. He also returned Wednesday. I told him it would be okay if he wanted to fuck me, but he said he was married and didn't believe that oral sex was sex, so he wouldn't be cheating just by me blowing him. What bullshit.

I went back to the chatroom. " How many guys have you had so far Miwa?" one of the participants asked. "Three, one fuck and two bj's" I typed. "I wish I didn't live so far away from you," he lamented. I stayed on there for about another half an hour, but when they found out where I lived it was just too far for them with the traffic. So no more dick for me until Jason came over.

We went up to my bedroom and I got on top of him and twirled, rocked and bounced my hips to several nice orgasms before his geyser sprayed my cervix with jets of his warm spermshake. "Fuck Miwa, you're so damned hot. I was thinking about how much I wanted you all day," he confessed. "I was thinking the same about you, sweety," I said. That was true, except when I had my mouth or pussy around the flesh hammers of those other guys. I still loved Jason, but my appetite for cock was definitely on the rise.