The Asian Dream
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by DesiDreamer · November 18, 2018

IN PICS: ZAHIYA | CONTRIBUTED BY: LEGSLOVER1
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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
Happy reading!

Author’s Note: The general outline and plot of the story is based on real life incidents that have been fictionalized, dramatized and spiced up. The narrator, Daniel (name changed), is a friend that this happened to. This story is more about the people and the events, so may have less hardcore sex than you’d like. Hope you enjoy it still. As always, comments and feedback are welcome.

Present Day:

As I sat across her in a KFC in Bangalore, I couldn’t help the mixed feelings I was going through. Obviously starving and desperate, Zahiya was wolfing down her fried chicken and trying hard to keep up a brave smiling face.

She had called me after over a month of no contact, crying and asking for help. As hurt and angry as I was at her, I couldn’t help going over and taking her out to eat. She might have been manipulative and self-centered, but she was still a guest in my country. Besides, I couldn’t just abandon someone I knew and had liked, even if she had ditched me for someone else.

She still looked as beautiful as ever. Cute almond shaped eyes, and a ready smile adorning a pretty face – if you like South East Asian looks (and I do).

She looked thinner and slightly malnourished, but still had curves in all the right places – perky boobs straining against the fabric of her tank top and curvy hips that gave her a classical hourglass figure. Things had evidently gone downhill for Zahiya since coming to India.

Four months ago:

“I am moving to India” Zahiya said on a Skype call. I had known her for close to a year. We had connected on a professional networking site and had clicked from the get go. That she was cute and I was horny (as usual), ensured our connection transcended the professional. Over emails and Skype calls, I got to know that she was frustrated in her home town of Solok, on the island of Sumatra in Indonesia, and was looking for a way to relocate. Her visa status was a constant hurdle and she was trying hard to get a work visa and move out.

“That’s great news! Got your visa?” I asked her.

“Yes, Asif came through; I have a job waiting for me in Bangalore.”

“That’s wonderful! I am in Bangalore on a project for the next year and can’t wait to see you in person.”

Over the past few months, we had gone past being professional associates to friends and, one Skype call we had made me think we were more than just friends.

The day I got see more than her face:

“WOW! You’re looking HOT today”, I couldn’t help saying when she turned on the laptop cam. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap top with a plunging neckline and I couldn’t help the the undeniable pull of attraction I felt.

“Like it?” she asked adjusting the straps, making her boobs jiggle invitingly.

“If the idea is to seduce me, it’s working” I replied, only half in jest.

“Shut up” she said blushing, “it’s not sexy, it’s practical. You have no idea how HOT it is here this summer.” She made no attempt to cover up though.

“You go on calls with everyone dressed like that?” I asked.

“Don’t be silly! I don’t have calls at night. And you aren’t everyone. I can change if you are uncomfortable” she said smiling, a twinkle in her eyes.

“No way!”

“So you do like it?”

“Oh yes. But I like what’s in it even more.”

“You’re too sweet. And naughty. Thank you.” She said, the blush returning. “I have an interview tomorrow in Sumatra. I will be staying the night in a hotel there because of the distance. I have to pack my bag for the trip. Do you mind if I pack and talk?”

“No problem at all” I said. She went off camera for a while and returned with an overnight bag and placed it on the bed. Then I saw her dart in and out of the camera view as she went about pulling clothes from the wardrobe and placing them next to the bag. ALL of her underwear was made of lace and I thought I saw thong panties too, but couldn’t be sure.

Then she returned to the laptop, unplugged it and carried it to the bed, placing it next to the bag so she could pack and talk. My jaw dropped, eyes bulged and got an instant hard-on as she started packing. She must have removed her bra when she was off-screen.

She had to bend over to pack, making her top fall away, giving an unobstructed view of her breasts and nipples. She was GORGEOUS, with cute pink nipples that looked hard and pointy. Her breasts, while not large, were beautifully shaped and looked soft. My throat went dry and I couldn’t help staring and stroking my cock.

Since I had gone silent, she looked up in a minute or so, “why silent?” she said.

“I’m just admiring the view,” I replied, turning red.

“What?” she asked stepping right up and bending over the laptop and bringing her boobs and nipples right up to the camera. I was aching to suck them and cursed the limitation of technology with a wry smile.

“Do you realize I can see your breasts as completely as if you were topless?”

“What!?!?!?” she said surprised and stepped back, covering her breasts with her hand.

“I don’t mind” I said laughing at her reaction, “it was quite enjoyable actually.”

Since that day, calls between us became more about her looks, relationships, her body and what I’d love to do to her — than about anything professional.

That she always laughed and was never offended, however direct I was, told me that she liked me too and wanted me as much as I wanted her.

She’d wear outfits that showed more than they hid, gave generous views of her breasts, purposely bending over the laptop for my benefit.

One day, she teased me by saying I could see more if and when she came down to India. I couldn’t wait!

So when she announced that she was coming down, I couldn’t help get an erection, even though she was fully clothed, dressed in a pink-patterned dress.

However, over the following month, I learned how she had got the visa and couldn’t help feeling hurt, used and betrayed.

I learned about Asif, another guy she was talking to and evidently interested in.

Apparently, he had proposed to her and she had accepted once her visa came through.

I supposed she would have accepted a proposal from anyone who sponsored her visa out of Indonesia.

Our calls became less frequent and the last I had spoken to her was a week after she landed in India, more than a month ago. She was with Asif and his friends, and was evidently happy. So her call to me today had come as a complete surprise.

She had given me a peck on the lips and a hug so tight, it was less an embrace and more the desperate clutch of someone going under.

“Can we go eat something?” she asked climbing on to the pillion seat of my Bullet, and as the engine’s rhythmic thump echoed off the KFC walls, I felt her grip tighten. “I haven’t eaten since dinner day before yesterday”

And so I had parked the Bullet and taken her to the KFC in the mall outside which we had just met. I was now watching her and wondering what she had gone through since we had last spoken.

“I made terrible mistakes” she said wiping her mouth with a tissue and gulping down the water as she finished her meal.

“I was so focused on getting out of Solok that I became blind to everything else.” A tear rolled out of her eyes as she started recounting the what had got her to this desperate situation.

“I know I led you on and you are probably still mad at me. So I am very grateful that you even showed up and didn’t just cut the call. The situation I was in, I would have done ANYTHING to get out. There were four of you that I had hoped would help me get out. Besides you and Asif, a couple other guys were interested in me and I played all of you. I am so sorry”, she said reaching across and clasping my hand, regret evident in her eyes.

“Asif had been as nice to me as you were. Always the gentleman where you were direct and playful, he told me he loved me and wanted us to be together about three months before you saw my naked boobs on Skype. And if you are wondering, it wasn’t planned. I didn’t do it on purpose the first time. But I thought if showing some skin made you sponsor my visa, I’d even let you see me stark naked – and I would have if you had asked.

“I know you started distancing yourself after I told you about Asif. I probably would have broken off all contact if I was in your place. You are a kind man who really cares and that’s why I called you, hoping I hadn’t hurt you so much that you wouldn’t even take my call. Thank you. You have no idea how nice it is to see a caring face right now. Thank you for coming.”

“What happened Zahiya?” I asked, “What went wrong?” and she told me.

Asif had picked her up from the airport and taken her to a hotel. She had told him she was tired and needed rest, but he wanted sex and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Reluctantly, he let her take a shower first but was all over her the moment she stepped out.

Having shed his clothes while she was in the shower, he tossed her on the bed after stripping her towel off and climbed on top.

After kissing her mouth and sucking her boobs for a few minutes, he made her turn around and mounted her from behind.

Thrusting his cock into her, he started drilling her. She begged for him to put on a condom, but he refused saying he doesn’t like them.

It lasted six minutes. Pounding her away, he ignored her protests and came inside her though she begged him not to.

“That wasn’t how I had imagined my first sex with the guy who wanted to marry me” she said sobbing at the memory.

“I thought he must have been so turned on after having waited for me for so long that he couldn’t resist himself and the romantic love making would follow. He fell asleep after his business was done and fucked me again when he woke up that night. It was the same thing all over again. A few minutes of kissing, some squeezing of my boobs and this time he fucked my pussy with his fingers for a few minutes before fucking me from behind like an animal. It took him close to 15 minutes to shoot his load inside me because it was the second time in the day. After he was done, he got dressed, left money on the side table for food and stuff and left me lying in bed, naked and mercilessly fucked, his cum overflowing my pussy. I felt used like a cheap prostitute.

“His family lives in Hyderabad and I wanted to meet my future in-laws. He kept postponing and finding excuses why he couldn’t take me home yet.

“One day, I got mad because he treated me like a servant in front of his friends, ordering me to get this and that. After his friends left, we had an argument. His idea of making up after a fight was fucking me.

“He called it make up sex, but it was less sex and more humiliation the way he fucked me — thrusting his dick into my pussy and pounding away as long as it needed for him to cum. Many times, it would hurt but he wouldn’t care. A few times, he fucked me mercilessly in front of his friends, gloating about his sexual power over me. All he cared about was his need to fuck me and cum inside me. I eventually stopped arguing with him because it just meant more brutal fucking in the name of “make up sex.

“Last week was the last straw. He called me to office at 8 pm saying they needed help with a proposal. I said I would be there in half an hour. I was missing my family and had changed into my traditional Batik wrap in memory of home. I need some time to change and get ready. He said it was urgent and I didn’t have to change or anything. It would take just a few minutes and he would drop me home.

“When I got there, he wasn’t even around. Only our boss was there and he forced himself on me. Grabbing my Batik wrap from behind, he stripped it. I screamed but I couldn’t run away in an open Batik wrap and panties.

He grabbed me and taped my mouth so I couldn’t scream. Turning me over on the desk, he pressed me down and threatened call the cops if I didn’t cooperate. Apparently, I was on a temporary work visa that was valid for just 30 days and needed to be renewed for a long-term visa. It had expired the previous week and I would be jailed and deported if he called the cops.

“I was helpless. He shoved his hardness inside my ass. It hurt so bad, I was crying. But he mercilessly kept fucking me till he came 10 minutes later. After he was done, I lay there crying while he started getting dressed. While wearing his clothes, he said he’d wanted to fuck my ‘sweet little chinki ass’ from the day I had started working there and that he’d promised Asif a promotion in return for her ass.”

“Asif traded my body for a promotion!!! I knew then that he didn’t love me and had no intention of marrying me. I was just a body for him to fuck and pimp out for his own gains. And I was helpless without a visa and sponsor and was at his mercy.” she said angry and crying.

“I ran away the next morning and checked into a hotel. I had just got my salary, and had no intention of returning to that office. But between the room rent and food the money went fast. I have no way to return home, nowhere to live, I don’t even have a valid visa anymore. What am I going do?”

She had overcome her emotions and was her cheerful self by the time we returned to her hotel. She invited me over to her room asking me if I’d mind keeping her company because she didn’t want to be alone. Betrayal forgotten and happy to be around this woman I had craved for so long, I readily agreed.

She had taken the cheapest room she could find in the city and there wasn’t much in it besides a bed, a barebones wardrobe and a door leading to the toilet.

Asking me to make myself comfortable, she went into the bathroom.

There wasn’t even a table and chair in the room so I had no choice but to park myself on her bed. The bed wasn’t made – the sheets were crushed and the blanket cast away carelessly where Zahiya had slept. Unable to help my curiosity, I smelled the sheets. They smelled of her perfume and I felt a stirring in my pants.

A couple minutes later, I heard the flush and sat up straight. Zahiya stepped out dressed in a loose-fitting sleeveless top and shorts.

As she was stepping out, she stumbled and bent over to grab the bed for support.

There they were again – just inches from my face.

Those gorgeous breasts I had seen so many times on Skype calls – centuries ago it seemed like. Up close and personal, they were even more beautiful than I remembered.

Firm yet soft-looking, her pink nipples hard and erect, I couldn’t help staring.

She burst out laughing, “remembered the good old days of Skype calls haan?” she asked, “How I wish I hadn’t said yes to Asif” she said going from jovial to somber in seconds, sitting next to me on the bed.

“It will be alright” I said placing my hand on her thighs in reassurance. She placed her hand on mine.

“How? I don’t even have money to go back home.”

“We’ll find a way.”

“Why would you care after how I dumped you?”

“Because what happened to you wasn’t your fault and everyone deserves a second chance.”

“You’re too sweet. I don’t deserve you.” She said, her eyes starting to tear up. Moving a stray strand of hair aside, I caressed her cheek.

The next thing I knew, I kissed her. She didn’t pull back.

Breaking the kiss, I looked at her. She looked back with hunger and need in her eyes.

“You sure?” she nodded. There was hunger in her eyes as she kissed me again, this time, with a hell of a lot of tongue, licking and sucking on mine, and feeding me hers. There was more lip than tongue and an incredible amount of lust in the kiss.

“I don’t have a condom,” I said when we eventually broke the kiss and came up for air.

“You won’t need one” she said, reaching up to kiss me. This time, her mouth open, she welcomed my tongue. I was burning with desire for Zahiya and kissed her hungrily, devouring her mouth and sucking her tongue. My hands were on her breast, squeezing and caressing her nipple.

Zahiya unzipped my pants and reached in, through my underwear and pulled out my rock-hard cock. Taking it in her mouth she started sucking hungrily, while stroking me with her hand. Reaching down, I pulled her boob out of the top and caressed her nipple, pinching it and circling around it with my fingers.

With the other hand, I unbuttoned my shirt, unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, letting them drop to the floor. Zahiya pulled my underwear down and cupped my balls with her hands while continuing to suck my shaft.

I was feeling myself getting close to cumming and didn’t want this to end so fast. Making her stop, I pulled out of her mouth and made her stand up.

I kissed her mouth again, eating her tongue and tasting her saliva. I pulled her top off and grabbed her boobs.

She took my shirt off and dug her nails into my back while I took turns kissing her mouth and sucking on one nipple and then the next.

Pushing her down in the bed, I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off. Taking my time, I kissed her belly and licked her navel while my hands played with her boobs and tits.

I kissed her pussy over the panties that already had a wet spot on it.

Pulling her panties down, I caressed her shaved pussy lovingly with my fingers. Taking her panties off, I tossed them aside and kissed her up the inside of her legs till I reached her pussy and then hungrily took her in my mouth.

“Aaaaahhhh” she groaned as my tongue entered her, playing with her clit. I slid two fingers inside her and started moving them in and out.

“Like it?” I asked taking a break from sucking on her clit.

“Oh god YESSS!” She moaned grabbing my head and pushing me back down into her pussy.

She was soaking wet and her juices were flowing and I licked them off her.

She was arching her back and thrusting herself into my mouth and I knew her orgasm wasn’t far off. She came with a scream and shook violently through her orgasm.

After her orgasm passed, she got on top and took my cock back in her mouth. Turning her around in a 69 position, I resumed eating and finger-fucking her.

She was delicious and I felt like I could eat her all day. Within a couple minutes of her sucking, I knew I was close to cumming.

Thrusting myself upwards into her mouth I came in her mouth, shooting load after load.

Spent, as we lay next to each other in an embrace, her head on my chest and my hands exploring her body, she kissed me and said, “You know, that’s the first time someone’s eaten me?”

“What!?!” I said, surprised at her declaration, wondering how anyone could resist eating her.

“Before Asif, I had a boyfriend back home and his definition of sex was the same as Asif. Just pound my pussy till they shoot their load and they were done. No one’s cared to make me happy before.”

“I would like to put it in you Zahiya.” I said.

“After what you have given me today, you can do whatever you want.” She said kissing me.

I had wanted her body so bad for so long, I didn’t need a second invitation. Already hard, I got between her legs and entered her. There was nothing gentle or soft about it.

My need to fuck her was intense and I immediately started pounding inside her. The combination of rage at her betrayal and lust built up over more than a year took over and I fucked her wildly for close to 20 minutes before cumming inside her.

We fell asleep naked, holding each other and woke up late into the night only for passion to take over again. I fucked her two more times through the night, filling her each time with my cum.

I woke up early the next morning and had to leave for work. She was fast asleep and I didn’t want to wake her up.

I wrote her a note explaining myself and left her enough money for a week’s stay at the hotel and food.

Before leaving, I copied Asif’s number from her phone, intending to call him and give him a piece of my mind about the way he had abused Zahiya.

The other side of the story

“I’ve heard enough” Asif roared after I had given him a tongue-lashing. “Just because I am being civil here doesn’t mean you can say whatever you feel like. Do you even care to know what really happened?” he asked.

“What do you mean? I already know what happened. Zahiya told me.”

“Nothing but lies…that’s what Zahiya told you. The reality is, she used me just the way she would have used you, had you been the one who had shelled out the money, sponsored her and worked your ass off to get her visa.

“I loved her you know. I would have done anything for her. After she got here, I wanted to take her home and introduce her to my parents. She wanted to give it time and settle down first. She always had an excuse for not wanting to meet them.

“She never let me go beyond kissing her, having one excuse or the other for keeping me away. She was right here, within reach, and I couldn’t have her.

“I started getting suspicious when she started accompanying our boss for meetings. Who takes the receptionist of an event management company to client meetings? But I was blinded by love and believed it would all workout once she settled down in her job. The last nail was when I caught our 70-year-old boss fucking her in the office. I had forgotten some papers in the office and had returned for them at around 8:30 pm. I had a key, but the office was open. I heard moaning and screaming from his cabin and saw them fucking through the glass door. He was taking her like an animal, her legs held high in the air on his desk and his dick drilling her furiously. From the way she was moaning, she was enjoying it. After he came inside her, he asked her how it was and she said, it was as great as always and that she was amazed at his ability to fuck her 2-3 times a day and make her happy each time. God knows how long she had been fucking him. It sure wasn’t the first time – the gold-digging bitch.

“Yes, I dumped her after that and I don’t care what happens to her. She’s lucky I didn’t kill her. I asked her not to bother ever contacting me again.

You decide

I had no idea who was lying but I knew it was a mess. I had no intention of getting mixed up in it. I’ve always wondered who was telling me the truth and who was lying. What do you think? Was Zahiya the victim of Asif’s pimping and lust, or did she use him and her body in order to get ahead?

THE END

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
Happy reading!