Miko Lee; an Oriental hotel girl; 28 years old, five foot four inches tall, with long black hair and brown eyes.
My story begins, oddly enough, far away from the streets I now call home. You see, I’m a Vietnamese-American, my mother being Vietnamese and my father was an American serviceman during the Vietnam War. My father was sent over there just a few months before the end of the war. While over there he met my mother, a young girl at the time, in a village his platoon freed from the Viet Cong. He and my mother fell in love and, in a move that was frowned on by both governments, they had relations and my mother got pregnant with me. I was born in Vietnam and on April 30th, 1975 my father, mother, and I were part of the evacuation of Saigon just before it fell to the North Vietnamese.
We were brought back to America where my mother and father got married, making us all “official” Americans. However, that was not the end of our problems. The Vietnam War was not a popular one and being half Vietnamese at that time was not easy on a child. I was called “VC” and “war baby” and “commie” all the time, although only one of those names was actually true. I was ridiculed, picked on, shamed, and humiliated regularly. But the War had even more devastating effects on my father. After serving his country proudly and voluntarily, he came back to a country that hated him. The abuse and ridicule that I suffered was nothing to what he had to endure. He eventually took his own life as a result, leaving my mother to raise me as best she could. But she had her own troubles. Working as a washing woman in a small Oriental laundry, she didn’t make much money at all. Many times we went hungry because we didn’t have money for food. She worked herself to death in that job, trying to feed me and keep a roof over our heads.
I was 12 years old when my mother died, leaving me to fend for myself or die in the streets. I did whatever I could to survive. I panhandled and begged for money, I shoplifted, I even dumpster dived… anything to survive. Much of what I did I am not proud of, but I had little choice. Finally, I resorted to prostitution as a way to get money for food.
The first time I sold my body I was just 16 years old. I was walking down the street trying to figure out how I was going to eat that day, when a woman pulled into a parking spot right in front of a dry cleaner shop. She was just going in to get her clothes and then leave again. But as I walked by her car, I noticed her purse was on the front seat. And the door was unlocked! Opportunity had presented itself. A quick glance around, and I snatched the purse and took off running. I wasn’t quick enough though, and the woman came out and screamed at me. A police officer heard her and chased me down, catching me as I tried to climb a chain link fence after throwing the purse over it. He put me in handcuffs and sat me in the back of the patrol car while he returned the purse to the woman. For some strange reason, she didn’t want to press charges – maybe it was because she didn’t need the hassle of going to court, and the associated problems that brings, I don’t know. But because of that, the officer came back to the car and as we drove, he talked to me.
“So what is your name, young lady?” he asked.
“Miko,” I said, “Miko Lee.”
“Well Miss Miko Lee, where are your parents?”
“They are dead,” I told him. I explained my situation and he listened carefully.
“That’s awful. But you still shouldn’t have tried to steal that woman’s purse. There are other ways to get a meal. Have you tried the local soup kitchen or homeless shelter?”
“They don’t want me. I am Vietnamese and they don’t want me,” I said, looking down at my lap.
He was quiet for awhile. Then he spoke again. “Well for tonight, you are coming home with me. I will give you a good meal tonight and we will see what we can do for you after that.”
“Really? You would take me into your home and feed me, knowing that I stole a woman’s purse?” I said. I was astonished. He took me back to the station and unlocked the handcuffs.
Standing in front of me, he towered over me. “Now I have to do some paperwork and sign out before going home. It should only take a few minutes. You aren’t going to embarrass me in the stationhouse are you?” he said.
I looked up at him and shook my head no. He was cutting me a huge break and I knew it. He took me inside and I sat at his desk quiet as a churchmouse while he finished up his paperwork. Then he took me home with him and we had a good meal – the first I’d had in ages. We talked during dinner, and I found out that my benefactor was single – having been divorced for several years. I also found out because of his job as a policeman, he hadn’t dated or had any kind of romantic relationships in a long time either. His work was his life, and home was just an interruption to it.
That night he put me to bed in his bed and he took the couch. I had a full belly and a warm, dry place to sleep in a real bed. It was more than I deserved. I lay there for about a half an hour just thinking about my life and how I had come to be in this bed. I felt terribly guilty.
“Jim?” I said, as I walked carefully up to him, laying on the couch.
“Yeah, what is it, Miko?” he said, sitting up.
I stood there looking at him… then held out my hand without saying a word. He looked up at me quizzically and took my hand, expecting me, I think, to show him what I wanted. But he wasn’t prepared for what I wanted. I pulled him to his feet and walked him to his bedroom. I took him over to the bed and with him standing there, I undressed.
“What are you doing Miko?” he said, shocked at what he was seeing. “I can’t do this! You are too young, honey.”
“Please, Jim. You have been so kind and so nice to me. Please let me do this for you,” I said. I dropped my worn out jeans and my panties down and I stepped out of them, climbing into bed naked now. He looked at me and I stretched my arms out to him.
Jim saw that I was serious and that I really wanted him. I could tell he wanted me too. He paused for a moment more, and then he began to get undressed himself. I smiled as I saw him undressing and as he climbed into bed, I took him in my arms and kissed him.
We made love that night and it was wonderful. He was passionate and tender and I gave him as much pleasure as I knew how. He showed me how he liked it, and I did just what he said. We both came several times that night.
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Once I learned that I could use my body to feed my body, I began to eat better. I didn’t have to turn too many tricks in order to eat three square meals. I had no pimp to please and no overhead to speak of. So a couple of johns a night kept me well fed. But living on the street and walking it late at night can be hazardous to one’s health so I wanted to get off them as soon as I could.
I learned from another girl that some of the hotels in the area are good customer bases for our particular line of work. So I went to a couple and checked them out for “availability”. One thing about being in the business – you can spot another working girl a mile away! One of the hotels I checked out was being worked, so professional courtesy said I shouldn’t try to horn in on her turf. The other hotel, newer and nicer, hadn’t been staked as a claim by any of us, so I decided this would be a good base of operation. I’d give it a try and if it didn’t pan out, I could always go back to the streets.
“My” hotel catered to a lot of the businessmen, as opposed to pleasure travelers which was good – these men were there for conferences, business meetings and seminars – things that bored them usually and things from which they like to escape at the end of the day. They were away from their wives and girlfriends, and usually lonely. All services which I was uniquely qualified to assist them in!
Another advantage I found I had was surprisingly my Asian heritage. It would seem that a pretty young Asian girl was something of a delicacy here, and I was an exotic treat for these men. I started my operations one day when I saw a group of men check into the hotel all at once. I found out it was a sales conference and that all these men were from out of town. Perfect! I went in a couple minutes after them and followed them to see what hotel rooms they took. Luck was with me, and they all took rooms in the same hallway. I mentally marked their rooms and decided I would come back later to see if any of them wanted a little company.
Later that night, I returned to the hotel and went to the hallway that my prospects had taken residence in. I knocked on a couple doors and after being turned down a couple times, I found a particularly lonely salesman. He let me in and we talked about what services I offered and the cost of them. We struck a deal and after getting paid – I always get paid up front – I got undressed and slipped into bed.
My client (we’ll call him John) liked to eat pussy… he said it was one of his favorite things to do during sex. If the guy wanted to bury his face between my legs and sample my “sushi”, who was I to argue with him! I laid back and pulled the lips of my pussy apart, showing him the wet pink interior that was waiting for him.
“Ohhh God!” I cried as soon as he began licking my slit. John was an excellent pussy eater and his tongue felt incredible as it wriggled and poked into the deepest corners of my pussy. I put my hand on the back of his head, pushing him deeper into me and my other hand began clawing desperately at my tits.
I have been blessed with unusually large tits for an Asian girl. I am a size 33D and that is without any augmentation. Big tits on a young Oriental is right up most of these guys alley and they love to play with them. They also are very sensitive, especially my nipples. So when John finished his “surf”, he went upstairs for a little “turf” and began chewing on my nipples and sucking on my tits. By this time I was going just as nuts as he was and I reached down to grab his hard cock, jacking him to get him harder.
“Oh, baby, I need you to fuck me… I want to feel this cock in my pussy, darlin’… please, please fuck me!” I moaned. And while some of it was the hooker acting, some of it was genuine need too – this guy was really turning me on!
John raised up and rolled me over, hefting my hips up into the popular ass-up/head-down kneeling position. He got behind me and licked his fingertips. Then he reached under me and began fingering my dripping pussy. I moaned and stuffed the corner of a pillow into my mouth as I felt two of his fingers slip into my hungry pussy. He thrust his fingers into me, twisting them and rubbing across my clit. My legs trembled as bolts of electricity raced up my spine. My ass instinctively raised and began wriggling in time with his invading fingers.
“Please… please fuck me!” I whimpered again. At this point I no longer cared that I was being paid for this. I wasn’t a hooker anymore. I was a lust-crazed, desperate woman who needed a cock. Badly. I wanted him whether he paid for me or not. This was just what he wanted… to get me to the point where I would beg him. John wanted to see me whimper and plead with him!
Well he got what he wanted, because I was moaning and whimpering and begging him to fuck me. I was pushing my ass back at him and wriggling my hips – anything to get him to put that wonderful cock in my ravenous pussy.
“Does my little Asian whore want some of this cock?” he said mockingly, as he slapped his cock against my pussy lips and clit.
“Oh please! Please fuck me! I need you…” I moaned again, clawing at the sheets. He swatted my ass hard and I only moaned louder.
Finally he relented and taking his hard cock in hand, pointed the tip at my drooling pussy. He grabbed my hip with the other hand and with one hard push he pressed himself into me full length without stopping.
I screamed out as I felt him burrowing into me… his cock felt so wonderfully thick and hard! I threw my head back and bowed my back, thrusting my ass upwards and back, trying to get him still deeper. I felt as if I could have taken his whole body into me at that moment and asked for more! I was stretched so wide and I could feel every bump and every ridge on his mighty pole.
He didn’t hesitate after that either… as soon as he was completely in me, he pulled back out totally exiting me before pushing back in, harder and faster this time. And so he began piercing and pumping in and out of me, driving his cock fully into me and then pulling out until he cleared my pussy entirely. Each time I felt his cock split my pussy lips, it was like fireworks went off in my head and I moaned and screamed my happy satisfaction.
I have been fucked many times since then and in many different ways. But to this day, that was the best fucking I have ever gotten. John absolutely owned me that night, and he made sure I knew it too. John kept pounding away at me with that battering ram of a cock… faster and harder and deeper with every stroke. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore – any control over my orgasm had been shattered my that delicious cock.
“Ohhhh fuck! I’m gonna cum, baby… I’m gonna cum all over that beautiful cock!” I cried.
Hearing my words only encouraged him and he began pounding harder, reaching forward to grab my hair and haul me upright. He grabbed my throat and growled into my ear.
“I’m gonna make you cum whore. I’m gonna make you cum hard!” he said in a deep husky whisper.
His words set me off and I screamed my orgasm to the world. With his hand on my throat and his other arm wrapped around me, I exploded… pouring my juices out all over the bed and all over us. He slid his hand down to strum my clit as I came, sending me even further into orbit. I came and I came until I swore I had nothing left to give. When he swatted my clit and growled for more, I found a reserve I didn’t know about and came once more.
Then he pushed me face down onto the bed and I panted and gasped and fought for air to fill my depleted lungs. John wasted no time however, and as soon as I hit the bed he was on top of me, spreading my ass cheeks apart. I didn’t even get the word “Wait” out before he was pushing his still hard and eager cock into my asshole. I grunted at his entry since I didn’t have the air to moan, much less scream. He pushed his way further into me, and all I could do is raise my ass to try and make his entry easier on me.
I wasn’t a stranger to anal, but it wasn’t something I was real accustomed to, either. My ass stretched wide as he continued slipping into me, faster and harder than I would have liked, but he was paying for me so I accepted it. Finally he was fully inside and my tight ass grabbed his cock and began working to milk him of his cum.
“Damn, you have a tight ass for a whore!” he said. I took it as a compliment, whether he meant it that way or not. He began pounding my ass the same way he pounded my pussy, and I found my moan again. I scratched and clawed at the sheets, searching for a handhold, but I was too far into the middle of the bed for me to reach any of the mattress edges. All I could get was a pillow and some of the sheets. John saw my wild clawing and grabbed my hands, bending them around behind my back and pinning me down. This restraining me was so fucking hot! He was taking control of me and I loved it!
“Oh God, John… fuck my ass… fuck my ass and own me… make me your fucking whore, John! I want to be your whore!” I cried as I pretended to struggle against him. I wanted him to feel like he was taking me, but truthfully, I was having way to much fun to want to get away!
He swatted my ass with his free hand and I moaned again. “Yes! Spank my ass! Spank it hard! HARD!” I cried out, wriggling some more. He was happy to oblige and the next swat rang out in the room as he set my ass on fire! He swatted me hard and fast on both cheeks until I could feel my tender ass glowing. While he spanked me, he continued shoving his cock into my asshole with determination.
Then I began feeling him grow inside my ass and I knew that he was getting close. The idea of his impending orgasm made me struggle all the more. I wanted him to cum. I REALLY wanted it. He could have cum in my ass and I would have been happy, but he had an even better idea.
He pulled out of my ass and flipped me over quickly. Grabbing my hair again, he hauled me off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling in front of him. He shoved his cock down my throat, making me taste his cock and my own ass. He face fucked me a couple times then, as he crested he pulled out. Holding his cock in his hand he slapped my face with it. “You want my cum, whore, you want my cum?” he asked.
“Yes! Yes… give it to me! Give me your cum, baby!” I cried.
“Beg for it! Beg for it if you want it!”
“Please John! Please give me your sweet cum! Please, please, please…” I begged. I was frantic. I was on the edge of another orgasm and he was driving me mad.
“Finger yourself while I cum. Cum with me, slut… NOW!” he shouted. His white hot cum shot from his cock and hit my face, coating me with the white sticky seed. I got a taste as some fell into my open mouth and I came, my fingers flying over my pussy as he emptied his balls on my face and tits. We came together in a mutual orgasm as our passion cries mixed in the room air.
After we finished, he sat panting on the bed as he watched me wipe the cum from my face and tits, licking my fingers clean and not wasting a drop. Then I licked and sucked him clean as well. I got up and went into the bathroom to get fixed up while he rested a bit more.
As I got ready to leave, he came up to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck sweetly. “My conference is going to be ending tomorrow, but I’ll be back in town next month for another one. Can I see you while I’m in town?” he asked me.
I turned to look him in the face. “I hope you do, John. I’d like to see you again too,” I said. I handed him a piece of paper with a contact number on it, making him promise to give me a call.
I really hope he does…
