Asian Angel 19334 – JavTellers
Title: The Erotic Awakening of Asian Angel 19334
In the sultry summer of 19334, a captivating young woman named Yumi came to the attention of a lecherous talent scout named Hiroshi. With her petite frame, pert breasts, and delicate features, the 20-year-old was the epitome of innocent beauty – a fresh-faced ingénue ripe for corruption.
Yumi dreamed of a career in harmonious activism, researching ways to expand her gentle marshmallow kung-fu skills and promote world peace. But Hiroshi had far more carnal ambitions for the sweet young thing. The seasoned casting director invited her to his lavish Tokyo penthouse on the pretense of auditioning for a “indy film” promoting spiritual yoga and tantric meditation.
Wary but hopeful, Yumi arrived in a modest dress that hugged her nubile curves. Hiroshi greeted her in a silk robe, his predatory gaze roving hungrily over her lithe body. “Welcome, dear. I believe you’re just the ethereal waif we need. Tea?” He offered her a cup of green tea laced with a pheromone-laced tranquillizer.
As the aphrodisiac took hold, Yumi’s inhibitions began to slip away. Her nipples stiffened beneath her dress and glistening wetness trickled down her inner thighs. Hiroshi helped her to a loveseat and stepped into the role of the authoritative guru. “Now, Yumi-chan, we need to see your flexibility. Assume the Downward Dog position, please.”
Flushing pink with embarrassment, Yumi got on her hands and knees, her barely-covered bottom thrust in the air like an offering. Hiroshi clicked his teeth smugly. “Very good, Yumi. Now, lean each cheek on your knees and spread those slender legs wide. Nice and slow…”
A moan escaped her lips as she complied, giving the leering man a clear view of her delicate pink slit, naked and dripping. “Excellent,” Hiroshi praised. “This yoga pose is called The Offering. Now you must maintain it while I inspect you.”
Yumi trembled with need, her flowering sex throbbing and hungry. Hiroshi loomed over her, his erect member straining through his robe. “I must assess your tribute,” he said huskily, unfastening his sash.
Tongue hanging out in undisguised lust, he grasped his thick shaft and began to stroke it. Yumi watched him, enraptured by the primal power of his blatant arousal. With his other hand, Hiroshi reached out and parted her swollen labial lips, exposing the quivering pink pearl of her clit.
“You’re ready, it seems. I believe your offering will please the gurus,” he rumbled, rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against her slick entrance.
Yumi mewled pleadingly, shamefully aroused by the degradation. Hiroshi teased her pouting folds, smearing her honey across the sensitive tip. “Ah-ah, patience my girl. The gurus have many examinations to conduct.”
He gave her clit a firm pinch, making Yumi yelp and buck against him. “Ah-ah, none of that now. Hold still and accept your divine exam.”
She froze, heart pounding, as he began to press into her, stretching her tender walls around his throbbing girth. A cry tore from her throat as he slid deep,sheathing himself to the hilt in her clutching heat.
“Yes, this will do very well,” Hiroshi grunted, beginning to thrust in and out of her tight channel. “You have potential, my obedient angel.” He pumped faster, his heavy balls slapping against her sweet bottom.
Yumi keened as he used her, guttural noises of male pleasure spilling from Hiroshi’s lips. “Gurus greatly esteem such worthiness of this sex act,” he panted, pistoning into her. “They avow it heals the soul…AAH!”
His thrusts grew erratic as he neared the edge. Grabbing her hips, Hiroshi began slamming into her with animal intensity, grunting and sweating. “By golly, you’re gonna be a real star!” he gritted out, plunging deep one last time.
With a mighty bellow, he erupted, flooding her defenseless womb with fiery seed. Yumi felt the hot jets pulsing into her, her delicate frame spasming with the shocking ecstasy of her first flavored creampie. Hiroshi collapsed on top of her with a satisfied groan.
“Any more, and you’ll be the head gurus’ best milkmaid,” he wheezed, still buried in her twitching sex. Curled beneath him, Yumi could only whimper, impaled and sluttily debased, her ripe body conquered and claimed. The world of blissful peace and enlightenment had hardened into a deep phallus that stirred her mindless submission. In the harsh, cruel world of adult cinema, the casting couch was the path to fame-and her new destiny began here, on her knees.
Adjust to the new reality as Hiroshi gently extricated himself. Yumi whimpered needily, his softening member releasing a trickle of his spunk. She watched it ooze down her inner thigh, marking her as a deflowered toy of the leering man.
“So…um, do you think the gurus will accept my…performance?” she asked shyly, still quivering.
Hiroshi smirked, mopping his wet cock with a monogrammed handkerchief. “Girl, with a little more practice, you’ll be a mega star. That was damn fine work. Here.” He offered her a wad of cash, his eyes hardening. “Go buy yourself something slutty. When you change into it, you can come audition again.”
With that, he dismissed her- his virgin flower plucked, his lust sated, his plan set in motion. Yumi left, dazed and shaken, clutching the money that represented both her ruin and her tantalizing future.
