How I Became a Not Nice Guy
Written by Jerry
In my role as a logistics manager I have travelled all over the globe. I have mentioned in my previous story that I used to be a nice guy – but that I am no longer a nice guy. This story takes place during my transformation from nice guy to me, the me I am today, the happy me. Don’t get too bored with the details of my first trip, keep reading…
During my first trip to China I was faced with a dilemma. I was to be in China for 4 days and on the last evening there one of my suppliers invited me and another person from my company out to a Karaoke bar. Now, I was not very excited by the idea, I hate Karaoke even when I can understand the singers. The idea of sitting through several hours of off-key Chinese drunks singing old time American hits just did not appeal to me, but to be polite I agreed.
When we got to the karaoke bar I was shocked, it was like a small disco, with a big bar and small dance floor. Of course there WERE off-key Chinese singing oldies with bad accents, but we were not staying in the main room. There were several rooms off to the sides of the main bar and we were escorted to one of the rooms.
Drinks were brought in by some very attractive waitresses. These beauties were followed quickly by a very happy man who smiled too much and spoke too fast. He explained that we were each to choose a girl, or one would be chosen for us. These girls were going to simply stay with us, have a few drinks, and sing some karaoke. There were 10 of us in the room, myself and my coworker and 8 people from the supplier. While the girls paraded past us the happy man explained that this was all quite legal and that all the girls were of age – whatever that meant! They all looked pretty young to me…
So, we each chose a girl and the party started. My girl was hanging all over me, being VERY friendly. Being a nice guy I tried to remain friendly but stoic, and not let the slight bulge in my pants show too much. Of course the girl had a different agenda and kept brushing my chubby every chance she got.
Well, after a few hours the party was coming to a close. The happy man informed my coworker and I that the girls we had chosen would accompany us to our hotel, courtesy of our supplier. Both of us refused, as any gentlemen would. The happy man insisted, several times – but we remained firm. We were idiots. The girls had tears in their eyes as we said good-by. The next day it was explained to me that those girls were paid a pittance for staying in the karaoke room with us, and would have received extra cash if they had been allowed to come to the hotel with us. Some of these girls send the money home to their families in the villages; others use it to feed their families locally, while others use it for rent and food.
So, I was a nice guy… My next trip to China I didn’t think much about the first trip. I was far too busy. 10 days of meeting, after meeting, after meeting. I was a little happy as the company that employed me at this time paid me a certain amount each day for food (A per diem payment) of $50. My breakfast was included in my room rate, the companies I was visiting were all taking me to lunch, and for dinner the first and last night the company I was working for was taking me out, one freight forwarder was taking me to dinner 3 nights in 3 different cities, and the other 3 forwarders were each hosting me for 2 nights – so all 10 nights were paid. This meant I had an extra $500 to spend without even touching my personal funds.
Now, the forwarder taking me on a 3 city tour did not have any karaoke plans, but the 2 hosting me for 2 nights each in Hong Kong each had a karaoke night planned. When asked if I had ever been to a Hong Kong karaoke bar before, I played ignorant. The plans were made and I was quite happy!
Everything progressed as before. I chose a girl and was surprised when she came over with another girl. It turns out that this girl is brand new – first night. The second girl is her interpreter as the new girls speaks no English at all as she is from mainland China. The local Hong Kong girls all learn some English in school. Well, at least I had an interpreter!
This time I was far more participative, and far less stoic. The interpreter would tell the girl things in Chinese. What she said I don’t know but each time the girl would move closer to me, or brush against me, smile, laugh, refill my drink, etc… Every once in a while I would notice the interpreter’s hands on the new girls thigh – just under the new girls mini-skirt hem. About an hour into the party the interpreter got this gleam in her eye. I caught it, and she knew I caught it. She had something in mind. The interpreter leaned over and unbuttoned one of the buttons on the new girl’s blouse, making an already plunging neckline positively amazing. I could see the sides of both of her small breasts. It looked like she wasn’t wearing any bra at all. The new girl was shocked and slightly blushing. Then the interpreter told her something else, and the new girl shook her head slightly and mumbled something. The interpreter repeated her statement, at least it sounded the same to me, and the new girl reached over and began openly rubbing my crotch through my suit pants. I was happy I wore a dark suit to hide any evidence of my growing arousal.
As the party grew to a close the VP from my freight forwarder came over and asked if I was having a good time. He explained that while they had paid for the party, his firm no longer paid for anything after the party. He explained that they had a special arrangement with management of the karaoke bar and that if I wanted the girl to come to the hotel it would cost $225 Hong Kong dollars. This amounted to a whopping $25 or $26 US dollars!!! I thought for moment and thanked my host. He explained that the bar owner would come and ask me if I wanted her companionship, and collect the money if I wanted to enjoy the new girl’s company a little longer.
When the manager came over he said that I could choose either the new girl or the interpreter for $225 Hong Kong dollars. I thought about the $500 US dollars I was getting free from my company and asked if I could have them both for $400 Hong Kong dollars (About $40-$45 US dollars) – he smiled and said yes… He told me if I enjoyed myself I should tip the girls, but not more than $50 Hong Kong dollars each.
I smiled as I walked back to the hotel with a beautiful young girl on each arm. The interpreter was smiling as well, and the mischievous gleam was back in her dark brown eyes, but the new girl seemed a little less than happy – and quite nervous.
Once we got up to my room the interpreter excused both herself and the new girl to the rest room, to “Freshen up” for me. While they were in there I placed my cell phone, wallet, pass port, wedding ring, etc… in the room safe. I thought about my laptop but it wouldn’t fit. Besides, I figured that if they did decide to rob me I could always go back to the Karaoke bar as they apparently had a lot of business from the freight forwarding company and I was sure the owner would force to girls to return it.
The interpreter asked “Do you have plan for us” in her choppy English. I told her that I hadn’t thought much past getting them back to the room but that I was sure that we would come up with some ideas.
The interpreter smiled “If you want we can train this new girl good – you tell me what you want and I tell her do it. We really show her how to please a man, we get as kinkie as you want, we train her.”
I looked at her as my blood pressure spiked. I had always been interested in control scenarios, but had never actually been in a real life situation. I walked over to the sitting area of the room, opened the curtain wide to the city, positioned the big chair and sat down. I wanted to make sure my pants had plenty of room up front. Then I told the interpreter to sit on my lap, which she did with a smile while she hiked up her mini-skirt a little. Then I told her to have the new girl do a slow, sexy striptease. The interpreter reached over to the nightstand and put on some music on the radio and spoke to the new girl in Chinese telling her what I wanted. The show began…
The new girl started swaying back and forth, slowly but not very sexily. She had shoulder length shiny black hair (Chinese – who would guess…). She was also wearing a mini-skirt which she seemed to be very conscious of. After a minute or two I whispered into the interpreter’s ear “Slower and sexier”. The interpreter practically barked instructions to the new girl – a perfect opposite to my whisper. The new girl began to sway more and gyrate her hips, well almost non-existent hips, while opening another button on her blouse, and then another, and then another, until her blouse was simply hanging on her slender frame. With each sway she almost exposed a breast. The teasing was getting to me and I felt the interpreter move on my lap to make room for my growing erection. My hand absently ran along the interpreter’s thigh and I kissed her gently on the neck. She smiled and spoke to the new girl who slowly let the blouse fall.
Her breasts were tiny by any standard. I mean like a ½ of an “A” cup if anything. She had some type of fabric taped or glued to the breast covering her nipples and areolas. “What’s covering her nipples” I said to the interpreter. “She embarrassed by her boobies” was the reply. She then spoke in Chinese and the new girl looked up from the floor and almost stopped dancing. The interpreter repeated the instruction and the new girl shook her head in the negative.
The interpreter jumped up off my lap, took a step and a half over to the new girl, stood off to the side to give me a good view, reached over and TORE the patch of cloth off of her nipple. The new girl pulled back and shrieked, raising her hand to her breast, but the interpreter caught it and stopped her.
The sight was nothing short of amazing… her small breast was topped by a largish brown/pink areola – which had the longest, stiffest nipple I had ever seen. It had been pressed into her breast by the fabric taped over it but now began to poke out and slowly grow. It looked like a pencil eraser in width but at least twice the length! I walked over and rolled it between my fingers like a cigarette filter. Now the new girl had a look in her big brown eyes like a deer in the headlights. She bit her lower lip and never noticed as I reached over with my free hand and ripped the other piece of fabric taped to the other breast off.
Her whole body twitched. A sound between a gasp and a light, airy moan escaped her lips. This was the moment my whole life changed. Her vulnerability, her powerlessness, my position of power over her, they all combined in an explosive, animal lust in my brain, in my soul! I wanted to grab her hair and force myself down her throat, I wanted to tie her up and make her come over and over, and over again, I wanted to control her, to use her, to bend her to my will… All these feelings cascaded over my mind like a never ending waterfall of desire and lust. This was the point in my life where I became the not so nice guy that I am today!
I placed my hands on her shoulders and began pressing her down to her knees. She looked at me with that trembling lip and shook her head from side to side. She did not want to go down. In an instant the interpreter’s hand slapped across her face with an audible “CRACK” leaving a red mark, although not quite a handprint, across her cheek.
Slowly she lowered herself to her knees. My c0ck was creating a tent in my trousers, pressing hard against my fly. I reached down and unzipped my fly – causing the new girl to flinch. My lips curved up in a wicked smile as I fished my rock hard c0ck out of my pants.
The new girl’s eyes widened as she looked at it. My throbbing, pulsating c0ck was just a few inches from her face. I could see the precome glistening on my tip. I reached down and wiped the precome from the tip across her lips.
Now she pulled her head back, so I grabbed a handful of hair with my left hand and banged my c0ck on her lips, trying to force them open. The new girl however kept her lips, and eyes, tightly squeezed shut.
My new best friend, the interpreter, interceded again and slapped the new girl on the back of the head shouting something in Chinese – but the new girl shook her head and kept her mouth securely shut.
I backed up a step to decide what to do. The interpreter came over and softly spoke into my ear. “We have to break this bitchy” she whispered. “We have to break this bitchy HARD”.
Now the interpreter was the one with the devious grin. The new girl still had her mouth and eyes clamped shut and was still shaking her head.
“What do you have in mind” I asked.
“I go over and put this on her mouth” the interpreter hissed into my ear while pulling an almost empty roll of duct tape from her purse. “Then we throw her on bed and you f*ck her hard in her back hole” Her English was good, but not perfect! LOL
I thought for a second and decided that rape was not for me. I said as much to the interpreter who shot back “It no rape – you pay her – she do what you say.” She paused for a second “This her first time, she need to be train so she learn to do it right, otherwise they send her to the street with the druggie whores – you no want her go there!”.
Without waiting for my answer the interpreter pulled a condom from her purse, tore the cover off with her teeth and slipped it on my raging hard-on. She then took a small tube of lube or lotion – I don’t know which - (Well prepared girl!) and covered the ribbed Trojan with it. “So you not get all nasty” she smiled.
The new girl’s eyes were not as tightly closed, so the interpreter asked one more time if she would blow me, or so I guessed as I didn’t understand a word of it. As soon as the question was out of her mouth the new girls eyes clamped shut tightly again. The interpreter reached around and slapped the duct tape to her lips and before the new girl could move the interpreter had literally wrapped the tape around the new girl’s whole head! Just like wrapping a box. At that her eyes opened in a panic and she jumped up. At the same instant the interpreter and I grabbed her and threw her over the bed, the interpreter making sure to get the bed pillows were under the new girl’s midsection so her mini-skirt covered ass was propped up. I lifted the skirt and yanked down the thong panties that barely covered her holes and climbed up over her. The interpreter was practically, no ACTUALLY, sitting on the new girls head and shoulders… “Hurry up and break her, she can’t breathe too good down there!”
I put the tip of my sheathed c0ck at her clenched “Back hole” and gently pressed. Even with the lube I didn’t pop in. I pressed again – harder, then harder, then the tip of my c0ck popped in up to the ring of the tip. The new girl shrieked through her taped mouth into the mattress, muffling her pain – her arms flailing against the bed trying to grab anything she could to get out of her predicament.
I hesitated for what felt like 30 seconds to a minute, debating (Or so I thought) about the morality of what I was doing. In reality I probably paused no more than 3 seconds before I rammed my entire c0ck as deep into her ass as I could. At first it was tight, oh so very, very tight. It was almost painful – but oh so pleasurable at the same time, sending chills like lightning bolts from my c0ck through my back and into my brain. And then, it tore. I felt the condom tear – just a ripping feeling. I pulled out part way and pushed in again as deep as I could go feeling more tearing – and the warmth of her a$$hole all around my unsheathed c0ck. As I pulled out again I looked down to see the condom still apparently on my c0ck, but tons of blood. The new girl’s whole body was convulsing and sobbed uncontrollably into the mattress through her tape gag. The sobs were punctuated by high pitched screams, I should have felt awful – terrible – but instead I simply felt, Powerful.
As I pulled out she bled more freely. It wasn’t the condom that tore – it was her a$$hole. The interpreter helped her up and on shaky legs she leaned on the interpreter and the interpreter guided her to the bathroom. Blood was trickling down the backs of her thighs as she was led away. The interpreter gently closed the door with a click – and moments later I could hear the new girl sobbing again. No screams, just uncontrollable sobs – like you see on TV when someone dies.
I walked over to the trash and with a paper towel for a glove I slipped the condom off my now flaccid penis. Seeing the new girl broken had drained all the lust out of me even though I hadn’t come.
About 5 minutes passed. I had fixed myself up, changed my pants as since I didn’t take them off they were stained by the new girl’s blood. After trying to clean them the best I could with club soda, I put them on a hanger in the dry cleaning pouch and hung them on the door. The longer I sat the worse I felt about what had happened. Of course the more I thought about what had happened the closer I came to sporting another hard-on, and I didn’t want that. I just wanted the new girl to go on home with her interpreter. I had caused her enough pain.
When the bathroom door opened the new girl came out with the interpreter’s arm over her shoulder. I couldn’t see any blood – for which I was grateful. I stood up and walked across the room to meet them. When I got close the new girl dropped to her knees and unzipped my fly. I was in shock. The interpreted just smiled. The new girl fished my just slightly thickening c0ck out of my pants and tentatively put the head in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head, and I began to swell in her mouth.
“You broke her GOOD” was all the interpreter said, her smile beaming. I shook my head (But didn’t move to pull my c0ck out of her mouth) and said “I think she has had enough for tonight.”
The interpreter looked confused and said “No, not enough – she all cleaned up, you have some good fun now!” and she sounded quite insistent.
I replied that I didn’t want blood all over the place and the interpreter just smiled again and said “Kotex! No blood, Kotex” and that’s when I realized that she must have stuffed a tampon or two in the new girl’s ass.
The new girl was no wizard at sucking c0ck, but it was starting to feel good and so I started thrusting into her mouth to get myself a little deeper. She immediately started to gag. The interpreter had been watching all along was beside her in an instant telling her some Chinese stuff. She finally tapped the new girl on the shoulder and said something else and the new girl stopped sucking! I was about to protest when the interpreter dropped to her knees, grabbed my c0ck in her tiny, delicate hand, and swallowed me whole. I mean WHOLE, down to the root. Her teeth scratched me a bit, but not much. Her mouth just wasn’t wide enough. She pulled back and said “You big, no wonder she bleed so f*cking much” and then swallowed me again. She then had the new girl get down and kept giving her pointers until she could take a little more than half of me in.
I stood there and enjoyed the sensation of being treated like a king by a girl that I had just f*cked up the ass so hard that her a$$hole had torn. Here she was sucking me off, and really working hard at it.
I told her to get up and take then her skirt off. The interpreter translated and the new girl replied – but she kept looking down on the floor. I looked at the interpreter and smiled. She smiled back and said “You have idea?”
Now I told the interpreter to strip, which she quickly did saying “I thought you never ask!” I told her to tell the new girl to lie down on her back on the bed, which she did. I had decided to do something nice for her – and told the interpreter to eat her out. “You mean lick her?” the interpreter said surprised. “You no want her to lick me?”
“Nope” I replied. “I want you to make her come.” The interpreter simply shrugged her shoulders and climbed up on the bed and went down on the new girl. But I could see her smile – and I remembered that she had her hand on the new girl’s thigh all night at the Karaoke bar… I figured she was enjoying this as much as the new girl would. I went over to the bed and sat down.
I wanted to get a good view. The new girl seemed very stiff and nervous. I took one of her nipples between my fingers and she practically jumped. The interpreter slapped her thigh and said something in Chinese, probably told her to calm down and relax. Next I leaned over and kissed her nipple, nibbling that long, hard nipple a just a little was delicious! I could hear the new girl’s breathing speeding up and see her belly moving up and down faster in short quick breaths. I grabbed her nipple again with a gentle twist and she moaned and began to arch her hips up into the interpreter’s face. Looking down I could see the interpreter tugging on the new girl’s outer lips with her teeth and then quickly releasing and driving her tongue deep then swirling her lips over the new girls love bud, making a sucking sound.
The new girls breathing was ragged now and I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking, tugging, nibbling, teasing, just waiting for her orgasm, which I knew could not be far off. When it came she began to arch her back and her legs convulsed – that’s when I bit down on her nipple, hard. Her whole body jumped, banging her mound into the interpreter’s face. Her fingers gripped and pulled at the sheets on the bed and a jet of fluid gushed from her vagina right into the interpreter’s face, streaming down her chin and onto the bedclothes. The interpreter was shocked, but still smiling. I walked around and the interpreter’s crotch was soaking wet, her lips glistening and a small wet spot on the bed under her. “Keep going” I said, “Make her come again” Without further instruction the interpreter pushed the new girl back down on the bed and began eating her out again. I started playing with the interpreter’s pu$$y lips, drawing circles around them. I wanted to eat her out – but wasn’t willing to risk whatever diseases might be present. I slipped a condom onto my raging c0ck and straddled the interpreter doggy style. She turned and smiled, and I swear the new girl looked disappointed at the interruption! I pointed back at the new girl’s crotch and the interpreter went back to work. I positioned myself and started to fit my c0ck in her tiny, wet, pu$$y.
She was TIGHT! I mean tighter that my high school prom date, and with my prom date it was her first time. I worked myself back and forth, gaining a little more depth with each stroke. I hit her cervix when I was a little more than ¾ in and she gasped and froze. I did the same, holding myself inside her until she got used to my length and girth. When she started licking again I started again. With each stroke I hit her back wall a little firmer. Sometimes she would just keep licking but I could feel her tense up, other times she would let out a sound between a gasp and a grunt, and others she would let out a full size grunt that sounded like pain. Those were the sounds that got to me the most – when I felt myself hit her back wall, and she sounded like it hurt. What an incredible TURN ON!!! Finally, I pressed slowly against what I thought was her cervix and pressed. She tensed, and then whimpered, so I backed off just a little, then rammed myself in – to my surprise it felt like when the new girl’s a$$hole had opened for the first time. Tight, almost painful. The interpreter let out a muffled cry into the new girl’s slightly hairy mound and the new girl seemed to orgasm again. The interpreter kept her face pressed between the new girls thighs and breathed like those people in lamas natural birthing classes. I pulled back and rammed in again and this time the interpreter began to pull her head back a bit and cry out, almost a howl. I could feel her getting tighter and started to pump back and forth more, not so deep. I wrapped her long hair around my hands like a horse’s mane and kept pumping and a few minutes later I could feel her tighten even more, as I sped up she came in huge waves. Each one gripping my c0ck inside her and her head thrashed from side to side while I pulled her hair.
Now I pulled out and she lay flat on the bed rolling over onto her back, a big smile on her face. I crawled over her and on top of the new girl missionary style. I didn’t bother to change the condom.
The new girl opened her thighs wide for me. I started to poke myself into her, and she was even tighter than the interpreter. I asked the interpreter if the new girl was a virgin and the interpreter said “No, she too old for that”. The new girl reached down and grabbed my shaft and guided it into her hole. I pressed deeper and she was not a virgin – she was just extremely tiny and therefore tight. The interpreter rolled her head to the side and said “You bang her good, like you do me!” So I grabbed the new girl’s ankles and pulled her up and slammed myself down into her. My c0ck bent against her back wall and she squealed. I began to piston up and down and in and out. Keeping up a fast rhythm. I think it took her less than 5 minutes to come for the 3rd time that night.
I pulled out and slipped off the condom. I was ready to blow and I could tell it was going to be a big load. I straddled the new girl’s torso and inched my way up to her face. I was practically sitting on her tits and I swear to this day that one of those impossible perfect nipples was tickling my a$$hole.
In two strokes my c0ck exploded all over her face and hair. She started to twist but I held her firm with my free hand. Her face, her eyes, and even a small jet up her nose. Then I leaned forward and forced my still hard c0ck into her mouth where she sucked the last drops out, I guess she swallowed.
I climbed off her and she just lay there. I sat back in the chair while my c0ck went limp, dripping a drop or two on the cushion. After about 4 or 5 minutes the girls got up and went into the bathroom. I heard water running and a few minutes they came back out. They picked up their clothes but I grabbed the new girls thong and told her that I wanted to keep it. The interpreter translated and the new girl finally shook her head yet and pulled on her mini skirt without them.
I then took 2 Honk Kong $100 bills from my pocket so they could see. I folded each one in quarters and handed it with both hands to each of them in turn. I knew the owner had said no more than $50 Hong Kong each – but I felt they earned it. The new girl actually smiled, a REAL smile! She then gave me a kiss on the cheek. They turned and started to walk out. I could see the new girl still walking funny, which gave my a little bit of a chubby.
I opened the door and never saw them again. The next night we went to a different Karaoke bar but it was nothing like this night.
Oh, and I slept in the other bed. To this day I always say no to the King bed in hotels just in case I need another bed to sleep in after my fun!
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