A young Chinese man stepped out of the taxi; his short hair emphasized his handsome face, and his form-fitting casual clothes exposed his toned, lean, muscular physique. He wiped the lenses of his glasses with his fingers, paid and tipped the driver in US dollars, then took his luggage from the trunk and checked the words on the building next to him: ‘George Washington University School of Medicine.’
He smiled proudly as he had worked hard his whole life to get into the same medical school his older sister attended. It was a long way from their home in Hong Kong, but their parents were glad they made it as China’s takeover had stripped them of their freedoms, and tensions in Asia had been increasing recently as China had become more assertive in the region.
Although he was jetlagged from the flight across the Pacific Ocean, he had decided to get his student identification done first before going to check out apartments nearby. He decided against calling his elder sister until after he had finished this.
Suddenly, two teenagers appeared as if from out of the blue and rushed towards him, baseball bats in hand. As they charged, they began shouting racial slurs at him.
Bryce quickly checked their distance and realized they would be upon him in seconds. He quickly stepped behind his rolling suitcase and devised his plan to evade the baseball bats, as they gave his bigoted opponents extended range.
Once they were upon him, Bryce pushed the suitcase at them, which they callously swatted aside with their weapons, which brought their bats low and left their heads open, as he had hoped.
With lightning speed, he delivered a roundhouse kick to the head of one of his assailants, sending him crashing to the ground. While the other raised his bat to strike again, his foot came up into a back kick, his heel slamming into the pelvic bone of the other attacker, sending him back.
The first assailant struggled to his feet and attempted to raise his bat, but was far too slow due to pain. This allowed Bryce to grab him by the arm and throat and use him as a shield as the other attacker swung his bat horizontally, smashing the first attacker in the head and dropping him.
The remaining attacker stared like a deer in headlights at his fallen friend, and Bryce took advantage of the lapse in attention to grab his hands and knead his wrists, and he screamed in pain and dropped the baseball bat. Bryce then performed a spinning stiff-legged kick that broke the attacker’s chin, immediately collapsing him.
Of course, now that Bryce had the situation under control, the campus police finally arrived, and after the attackers stupidly uttered more racial slurs at Bryce and confessed to wanting to rid the world of the Chinese, they were arrested, and Bryce was free to continue his day.
Bryce then dragged his luggage into the Registration Office and got into line. His smartphone beeped, notifying him he had received a text message: ‘Where are you, Si Lo?’ It was obviously from his elder sister, so he quickly typed a reply and put his phone back into his pocket.
“Hello, I can help who’s next?”
Bryce turned to his left and could not help but stare lustfully at the beautiful woman who called out to him. She was taller than him, with dark tan skin, which meant she was likely a blend made by a Caucasian father and Jamaican mother. Her face was very pretty, accentuated by her long, dark brown, slightly curly hair, which ended at her shoulders. She had a fit, athletic build, with gorgeous, muscled legs, and the largest breasts he had ever laid eyes upon. Admiring her beauty helped him forget about his earlier brush with death.
“Thanks, I’m Bryce Li,” he said, and offered her his right hand, which she grasped firmly.
“Hi! Cathy Lopes. I’m a volunteer with Sigma Epsilon Tau sorority. How can I help you?”
“I just want to register for a student identification card,” replied Bryce, his Cantonese accent not hindering his English, even though in his thoughts, his hands were wrapped around those giant breasts while he thrust in and out of her. He could feel his penis hardening slowly, and focused on his mission to prevent a giant erection in front of her.
Bryce was impressed with the efficiency with which she processed his registration form, took his picture, and handed him a George Washington University School of Medicine student identification card.
“Good luck! I’ll see you around,” smiled Cathy. Just the thought of being able to see this big-breasted beauty again caused blood to rush to his member.
His mind was distracted, his eyes lingering on Cathy’s breasts when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.
“Si Lo!”
He turned to see a beautiful Chinese woman dressed in a tight blouse that accentuated her small breasts, matched with a short grey skirt that showcased her gorgeous, lean legs. She had long hair and an athletic body and was smiling from cheek to cheek. If it were not for the fact that she was his sister, he would have sported a giant erection by now.
“Sophie jeah jeah!”
“Bryce!”
The two walked up and embraced each other.
Next, a tall Caucasian man with blond hair and a very muscular build extended his hand, which Bryce shook warmly.
“I’m Hunter, Sophie’s boyfriend,” he explained as his hand gently fondled Sophie’s firm derriere. Bryce guessed they were having sex regularly.
Another tall Caucasian man with reddish hair, mustache, and a beard, and also very muscular, came up and shook hands with Bryce; his grip was hard and unfriendly, but Bryce chose to ignore it.
“I’m David, a friend of your sister’s, and this is my girlfriend, Michelle,” he said, scowling, and motioned over his shoulder.
A pretty young woman with long blonde hair stepped up, wearing a tight, short summer dress which showed off her lean and fit athletic body and long legs. When she gave Bryce a welcome hug, he had to concentrate to control the erection forming in his pants; luckily, their glasses collided slightly for their combined amusement, and the distraction helped calm his little dragon between his legs. For a moment, they had fleeting eye contact until Michelle withdrew to David’s side. Bryce guessed they were having sex too, but not so regularly as Sophie and Hunter.
Hunter somewhat politely helped with the luggage while Sophie helped Bryce obtain his student identification card. The group then led him to the parking lot, where they loaded Bryce’s luggage into Hunter’s Porsche Panamera and got into the car together. Bryce politely waited to be last to get in, expecting Michelle to enter the rear first, but instead David got inside first, followed by Michelle, and then him; Bryce hoped David was not trying to avoid him. His earlier fracas with the two bigots had unnerved him, and he was currently a little paranoid of racists.
The rear was crowded due to David’s muscular frame occupying more than one seat, which meant Michelle was squeezed between her boyfriend and Bryce. Bryce didn’t mind as he enjoyed the soft feel of her flesh against his leg. Throughout the short trip to the neighbourhood he hoped to rent a room in, he managed to sneak some peeks at Michelle’s gorgeous legs, which made the cramped quarters enjoyable for him.
Despite the distraction that Michelle was, Bryce was able to learn some details about his sister’s friends, while fantasizing about pinning Michelle’s knees to her shoulders and burying his erection all the way into her vagina.
Hunter Jessop was the son of the wealthy James Jessop, who had started a defense contracting firm based in California. Hunter was a member of the Pi Kappa Delta fraternity alongside David and was the quarterback of the university football team. He had met Sophie during an event between his fraternity and her sorority, Sigma Omega. Hunter liked to talk about global politics from time to time and was open about his anti-China philosophy, though he sometimes conflated it with an anti-Chinese ethnicity tone.
David MacIntosh was the son of a successful technology entrepreneur married to a sexy trophy wife. Bryce discovered that David’s father blamed China for stealing some of his intellectual property, and like Hunter, often equated blaming China with blaming the Chinese, despite one being a nation and the other an ethnicity. David was also a member of the same fraternity as Hunter and played on the school football team, and was a star receiver. He met Michelle during the same event where Hunter had met Sophie.
Normally, Bryce would not be so worried about Hunter and David’s political views, as his family shared the same distrust of the military dictatorship that China was, but his recent fight in front of the medicine registration facility had left him a little unnerved; he hoped he could trust his sister’s judgment in friends. He hoped that his sister was not silently submitting to bigotry in order to be part of a popular sorority, and he definitely hoped that he would not have to spend time defending himself and his sister; he came to America to study medicine, not fight bigots.
Michelle Philippe had French parents and spoke French fluently. She had met Sophie at Sigma Omega, of which both were members, and Sophie served as her big sister, mentoring her on sorority life and keeping her safe from drugs and alcohol. Now in her junior year at the school, Michelle paid her way by modelling, mostly in lingerie, and seemed the least spoiled of all of them, as she was a scholarship student, like Bryce. Her father was a nurse, and her mother a physician, who had married in Paris and then immigrated to the States, so she had money, but not as much as Hunter and David. Of the three, she had the most similar life to Bryce and Sophie. What stood out about her to Bryce was that whenever Hunter and David talked about foreign policy or immigration, she remained very silent and seemed put off.
Bryce had asked them to drop him off at a house in a nearby neighbourhood, as there had been a room for rent, so when they got there, Hunter, rather begrudgingly, helped unload his luggage; Bryce did not really notice as he was sad to be leaving Michelle. He thanked Hunter for the drive, but his eyes lingered with Michelle’s a little before he turned toward the house.
Bryce walked up and pressed the doorbell button on the smart device equipped with a camera. After a few seconds, he was greeted by a female voice with a heavy Korean accent:
“Hello, Bryce! Please come in!”
He listened as a motor withdrew the deadbolt, then opened the door and carefully brought his luggage inside. After he closed the door, he turned and faced a tall, sexy Korean woman with the figure of a lingerie model, who was wearing only a bathrobe. Her long black hair was wrapped up in a towel. Once again, Bryce felt his blood flow to his hardening member.
After a brief interview, she seemed convinced he was a quiet and studious man, which he was, and even congratulated him on gaining acceptance into medicine. He learned her name was Elizabeth Kim, or Beth for short, and that her husband owned a strip club named Muscle Men, where he currently was, leaving Beth alone to attend to the business of being a landlady.
“I like you, Bryce. But there is one more test you must pass before I will let you rent our basement apartment. Come with me,” said Beth, grinning.
Bryce followed her upstairs and into the master ensuite, where she dropped her bathrobe and removed the towel holding her hair. She had a beautiful body, with little to no body fat, though her skin was showing some age. She stepped into the jacuzzi, which was already filled with water, and started it.
“Get in here and pleasure me,” Beth commanded.
Bryce did not need to be asked again. He quickly removed his clothes, exposing his ten-inch hard phallus and twitching bulbous glans, eager to insert his penis into Beth’s warm loins.
Beth reached out and wrapped both her hands around his thick-veined erection, stroking it gently with her fingertips, admiring his length and girth. She licked the underside and slid his hard, warm flesh across her open mouth, but did not take it inside.
“So you’re a big boy, are you? I like your size, but now I need to feel what you can do with it,” teased Beth.
When she was done admiring his appendage, he quickly took a condom out of his pants pocket and rolled it over his erection, then stepped into the bubbling jacuzzi and sat beside Beth; immediately their mouths locked so their tongues could play.
Bryce’s hands explored her lean legs, always rising to the top so his fingers could rub the sensitive flesh joining her thighs to her labia. He also took time to massage her breasts, while gently rubbing his erection against her labia; this caused Beth to spread her legs wide.
Bryce placed his hands on her knees, spread her legs wider, and gently eased his glans between Beth’s vaginal lips. He moaned in delight as he had not had intimate contact with a woman for a year. He then gradually began thrusting in and out of her slowly, gently easing his giant phallus into her hot love canal.
Once buried deep into her vagina, Bryce began thrusting in and out at a quicker pace, and sped up gradually until he was ruthlessly pumping in and out of Beth. As he pumped in and out of her, he felt the pressure mount at the tip of his penis, as her tight vagina was giving him enough friction through his condom to bring him closer and closer to orgasm.
Soon, Bryce was thrusting in and out of Beth at a merciless pace, eager to build up the stimulation in the underside of his penis, while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Bryce closed his eyes to concentrate while pumping in and out of her, but found the sensations from her vagina, despite his condom, were too enjoyable for him.
Bryce suddenly thrust deep and hard into her and ejaculated some semen into his condom. He then involuntarily thrust into her again, adding more sperm into his condom.
It was at this point that he felt Beth convulse beneath him and heard her cry out in orgasmic joy.
Bryce gently pulled out of her and sat to her side, gasping for breath.
“You are a handsome man with a big cock. My husband and I own a strip club called Men of Steel near downtown Washington DC. We could use a new dancer like you there. If you take the job, we won’t charge you rent, and you can keep your wages and tips,” said Beth.
Bryce quietly nodded in response. He could use the extra money, but he only planned on working Friday nights; otherwise, he would not have time to study.