I woke up Wednesday morning before Kevin did. I thought that I would surprise him with breakfast in bed, but when I went downstairs to see what was in the fridge and his pantry, there wasn't really anything there. Typical bachelor. Probably living on a diet of Domino's and frozen dinners. This is what happens when men never learn to cook. I went and brushed my teeth and hair and then got back into bed with him and grabbed his morning wood and stroked it. He must be a heavy sleeper because I was using my hand on hm for a few minutes and he still hadn't awakened or cum. I wondered what dreams he was having at that moment, if any. My hand was tiring, so I scooted down the bed and put his still engorged dick in my mouth and decided to see how quickly I could get him off after the manual stimulation. THAT woke him up and I would estimate that three minutes was all it took for his jizz to be shot on to my tongue.

I slid back up next to him. "Good girl," he complimented. I giggled and we held each other and exchanged kisses for a little bit. I needled him about his lack of provisions in his fridge. "What will you do if there's a big earthquake and nobody's open?" "I'll go to your house!" he laughed. "If you can get there, you dork," I countered. I offered to go to the store and buy what I would need to make him some eggs benedict, but he said he wanted to go out for breakfast. But you know where he took me? To freaking Denny's! He was chuckling as everybody in the place was staring at me and wondering why I was attired in a cocktail dress just to go to about the lowest of lowbrow eating establishments. It didn't help that I had to keep shifting on my ass due to the spankings and paddlings it had been subjected to the previous two nights. Obviously, he was humiliating me. I'm not into humiliation, so all it did was embarrass me and piss me off. I talked to him about that just before he dropped me off at my house. He apologized. "Look, I'm really easygoing compared to most women, but this was kind of a buzz kill for me, sweety. I don't care if we go to cheap ro cheesy places since I like a lot of that stuff, too, but pay more attention to what I like and don't and if you're not sure, ask," I nagged. I felt bad about doing that since it made me sound like more of a pain in the ass than I think I actually am, but if I don't say anything it might happen again. I did kiss him goodbye, though, to signal that there weren't any hard feelings.

I spent most of the day playing guitar and doing housework. I went to do the weekly shopping, too, and, on the way back, saw Dylan, Debbie, Jason and Steven walking home from school. I pulled over near them and asked them if they wanted a ride. They got in. "So how are you guys?" I opened. "Where have you been Miwa? We haven't seen you in a while," Dylan noted. I laughed and replied that I had been busy with my now ex-boyfriend, but we had recently broken up. I was referring to Daisuke, of course. "That sucks," he rejoindered. "Yeah, all good things have to come to an end sometime," I said, sounding resigned to fate. The intervening five months had been good to both Steven and Debbie. Debbie grew another two  inches or so and became as tall as me and her boobs came in so that she was now a b-cup. Steven had grown a couple of inches, too, and put on about 30 pounds in the right places. To be honest, Steven, who was now 15, was looking kinda yummy. and he said he now had a girlfriend, but she was on the women's basketball squad at his school and was at practice. "She says I'm a good kisser," he bragged. "I bet the practice I gave you had something to do with that," I giggled. "For sure," he confirmed.

"So Debbie," I began, "is Dylan tying you up?" "Yeah," she giggled. "I'm spanking her, too. She fucking loves that shit!" Dylan chuckled. Debbie didn't say anything other than blush. "Yeah, I got tied up, spanked and fucked last night. My butt it still a little sore from it," I disclosed, trying to titillate them. "That's a lucky guy who gets to fuck you, Miwa," Jason flattered. "Thanks sweety," I answered, giggling. "So Steven, have you fucked her yet?' "Not yet, but she lets me eat her pussy all the time," he asserted. 'Do you make her cum a lot?' I provocatively questioned. "Damn right homegirl!" Steven laughed. "Does she suck you?" "Damn right homegirl!" he repeated, cracking everybody up. "Does she swallow?" "Damn right homegirl!' and now everybody was in hysterics. "How abot you Debbie? Do you swallow Dylan's cum?" "Damn right homegirl!" Dylan interjected, everybody rolling over in laughter now.

"So is she obedient to you Dylan?' "Yeah, usually, but she could do better," he chuckled. Debbie pushed him and blurted his name in an embarrassed tone. We arrived at our development  and I dropped them off before I entered my own driveway. About 15 minutes later, they were on my porch and I let them come in. They mainly wanted to just hang out and Jason schemed to pick up on me since he just found out about me not having any commitments at the moment.

I brought them up to my music room and let them mess about with my equipment. After a few minutes, I told Debbie and Dylan I wanted to talk to them in my bedroom. I sat them down and asked Debbie why she wasn't always being obedient to Dylan. "He asks me to do dumb, gross stuff," she said. "You want to obey him, though, right?' "Yeah, it feels good when I can do that, but there are limits!" "Dylan, you have to respect the limits of your sub. BDSM is supposed to be fun for both parties, not degrading or a chore. And for it to work she has to be able to trust you with her life. So you guys should talk about this limits issue." I advocated. It turned out that what Debbie especially objected to was Dylan wanting her to strip or show her breasts when their friends were around or to sext him. "Dylan, you have to think about her reputation, okay? The first two jobs of any master are protecting the health and reputation of his subbie. She is giving you the gift of her submission. Don't abuse it," I strongly urged. He apologized to Debbie and she vowed to be the best girlfriend she could for him. "Is she putting out for you Dylan?" I interrogated. "Yeah, she gives it to me whenever I want it." "Good," I said. "But Dylan, you have a responsibility to keep it  good for her, too. Do you eat her out regularly?" "Fuck yeah!" he affirmed. "And does he do it good Debbie?" ":Oh my God, like you wouldn't believe," she averred. "And after you tie her up Dylan, do you cuddle her and make her feel secure and valued?" "I try," he claimed. "Listen Dylan, this is super important, okay? Whether it's after sex or a bondage session, she needs to have reaffirmed for her that you care about and love her. We women are tremendously security driven. So take your time with her. A little bit of patience and love goes a long way," I instructed. "Okay.," he agreed "Thanks Miwa. You said it better than I could have," Debbie said. I hugged and kissed them both and brought them back to the music room.

I sat on the couch and called Jason over and had him sit between my legs on the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Then I whispered into his ear, "sweety, I'm still getting over splitting up with my last boyfriend, so I'm not really interested in having a relationship right now. But you're cute and you'll find someone probably better than me. Just don't be too anxious about it and let things happen in their own time, okay?" "Alright," he sort of whined. I let him give me a long kiss and rubbed his chest under his t-shirt. I  kept hugging him to make him feel better. Then I just decided to sit between his legs on the floor and let him hold me because it made me feel good. Jason and I periodically exchanged kisses and he was trying to feel me up on the sly, acting like he had to scratch his nose and then brushing my boob as he brought his hand back down. I could feel his hard on against my back. I didn't mean to tease him. This was a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation.

Friday morning, Dylan called me from his school. He wanted to know if I would ferry him and his friends to another party Brian was throwing. As long as I could go I was good with it. Dylan said that was fine, especially since Brian had broken up with his bitch of a girlfriend and wanted to see me again. I decided to go with my black cheongsam outfit that I had worn to John's party where we had all that fun with a couple of his underlings. I tied my hair back this time, though, into pigtails. I have to say I looked deadly amazing and would definitely leave an impression among all the teenagers that were going to be there.

At 7 p.m. I picked up Dylan, Debbie, Steven and his girl, Marina, and took them to the party  before scooping up Justin and Jason and hauling them over as well. Marina was Japanese-American, but a couple inches taller than I was and had a girl next door kinda vibe to her. She played guard on her school basketball club. When I got out of the car to go into Brian's house, I hooked my arms around Justin's and Jason's and every eye in the place was riveted on me. I was, of course, totally overdressed for the occasion, but Brian's eyes were bugging out of his head and guys all night were trying to get peeks into the slit in the dress portion of the cheongsam.

This time, there were possibly 20 people, maybe a couple fewer, and it felt more like a real party than the last time. I went right for Brian and gave him a huge hug and a kiss and he told me I looked like the famous pool player Jeanette Lee. Aside from the fact Jeanette is Korean-American and 5'8", and I'm Japanese-American and 5'3", I look nothing like her. So swing and a miss on that attempt at flattery, Brian. I know he meant well, though. I think he was more referencing what I was wearing than anything else.

Neil was there, too, but with his new girlfriend, Nancy, a swivel hipped brunette who was nearly as tall as he was.

After a couple of hours, I was getting bored and hit on Brian. We eventually snuck upstairs to his room and fell into bed hugging and kissing each other. He was an excellent kisser and I just let him do what he wanted. So within 20 minutes, my cheongsam was on the floor and so was my bra, as was his t-shirt. "Fuck Miwa, you have a bangin' body," he praised. "Thanks sweety," I said as his mouth began to distend my right nipple with suction. I was so enjoying the pull of his mouth on my milk duct and brushing his long hair with my fingers and feeling the first pangs of wetness in my loins. He maintained his seduction of my breasts while his hand drifted south and underneath my panties and fiddled with my clit. I was moaning now and feeling that hot tension building inside me as he pressed harder on my miniature joy stick. Not long after, I panted, let out a squeak as the tension attained its apogee and then suddenly released, my pubic muscles contracting with a vengeance. I pulled Brian's head into my cleavage as he continued to rub my nubbin and I was having a good old time, as he appeared to be, too. "Oh yes baby, keep doing that," I throatily whispered until the floodgates came down and I experienced repeated orgasming. I pushed his hand away and moved down to the end of the bed, unzipping his pants and pulling them and his briefs off and stroking his stone dick for a minute or two. I then took it in my mouth and sucked like a woman possessed, earning me a considerable quantity of his sperm, all of which I swallowed down.

He and I switched positions and my panties were flipped on to the rug below us. I felt his tongue flicking and lashing my clit. I told him to suck it lightly, too, my wetness now at high tide and my panting re-emerging as Brian's tongue pushed me toward another orgasm, my hands pulling his head hard into my crotch. When the moment of decision struck, I called out for god several times while my body endeavored to channel off the extreme pleasure I was feeling. That was a momentary respite, as five minutes later, he had my pubic muscles convulsing and spasming again and again and again, smearing his face with my juices. I was on a kind of amusement park ride that had no terminus, my orgasms coming at a thrash metal tempo.

When he was finally hard again, he turned me on to my side, wrapped his arms around my boobs and entered me from behind, his six inch cock rubbing the upper wall of my pussy. He fondled my nipples and breasts while his hips cajoled his dick into repeatedly impaling me, the sensations that exercise was generating so sweet I would have gladly spent the next hundred years enjoying it. "Oh God Brian, yes, give it to me hard baby," I implored and he was thrusting with all the vigor he could muster and I came like an asteroid crashing into the earth, the pleasure dispersed through me like a thousand simultaneous injections. He withdrew his pocket rocket from my slot and turned me on to my back and then pulled me to the edge of the bed, pushing my legs over his shoulders before spearing me again. I wrapped my ankles around his neck as he drove his fuck stick as deep as he could into me with purposeful and hard hitting strokes, the sensations going from mere warmth to tingling to a full on meteoric explosion of ecstasy, the sounds in his room a dissonance of his grunts and my sighs and moans. He had a head of steam  now, pushing off of his toes to generate force that was transferred to his manhood that was rocking me hard and fast. I was losing the handle on my breathing again, which was reduced to gasps, pants and occasional interruptions, before I emitted a long guttural moan and then was completely dominated by the surging riptide of heat that rippled through me, inspiring my nervous system to put me into multiple orgasm mode again. If someone was on the other side of the door they would have gotten themselves quite the earful of our mutual exaltations. I heard his growls and grunts coming faster and more intensively and then he let out a near howl as he flushed his balls into my sperm catcher.

"Oh fuck, that was intense!" he blurted as he rolled on to his back, his cum now being exported to his bed sheets by my gaping fuckhole. I snuggled up to him. "I loved it, too," I cooed. He kissed and hugged me. "Hey Miwa, will you be my girlfriend?" he suddenly pleaded. "Brian, listen baby, I think you rock, but I just got out of a relationship and I'm not really in relationship mode right now. Sorry baby. I hope you aren't mad." "It's cool, Miwa. You're just so hot I would like to keep you for myself." "Aw, that's sweet, Brian. You're such a terrific guy," I told him before kissing him. He started kissing me again  and became hard after very little time passed. Noticing that, I rose up, straddled him, sunk my hips and accepted his cock into me again and then happily bounced my way to several more orgasms. After he came inside me, I stood up over his stomach and let his cum drip on to it before I gently lowered myself on top of him and held him while he embraced me. I hope I totally erased any memory of Crystal from his mind.