Kim's Calling

By Priscilla Laster

My name is Kimberly. I am of Asian descent. I'm now 28 and have recently been working as a topless barmaid at a busy hotel. I had a somewhat weird transition from “goodie, goodie” teenage girl to what I am today. Everybody desires to be great at something. Well... I found my talent... my “calling”. This is my story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Laster
• Release date: May 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310147173

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Kim's Calling

by: Priscilla Laster

Asian, Confession, Bi-sexual, True Story, Brothel, Japanese, Pimp, Virginity, Prostitution

Introduction:

My name is Kimberly. I am of Asian descent. I'm now 28 and have recently been working as a topless barmaid at a busy hotel. I had a somewhat weird transition from goodie, goodie teenage girl to what I am today. Everybody desires to be great at something. Well… I found my talent… my calling. This is my story.

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Chapter 1

This adventure starts when I was 18 years old. From my early years I was always Daddy's little girl; very innocent and good at studies. I went to a school that was not too welcoming to Asian people. I became a loner hiding myself away in the library. It was in my last year of high school that things changed dramatically for me. Although I was still dressing in a way regarded as innocent, I was an young adult who's breasts were decently small (compared to other girls my age). I was about to have my eyes opened in a way that would affect me to the present day. A new student called Leanne joined my class. I was soon introduced to her 18-year older brother Jason. It was he who would take my virginity after the Moomba Festival during the Labor Day weekend. A group of us attending were all Jason's friends; and for the first time in many years I was happy about life. These kids did not care that I was Asian; and duly treated me like one of them. I tasted beer for the first time at Moomba; and went on many rides. Then after the evening firework display Jason and I made out; it was awesome. By the banks of the River Yarra, I went swimming with Jason and we became separated from the rest of the group. We drank more beer before kissing which led to him probing under my skirt. At first I tried to block him, but then I gave in as he fingered me. Apparently I didn't mind. My pussy became very wet as he caressed me in the moonlit night. I didn't care that my knickers were coming off because I had finally found someone who liked me for who I was and not hating the fact that I'm a mixed race Asian. I was really wet when he took out his cock out. it was the first cock I had ever seen, so I just stared at it. Life is about living right?

You can touch it he said.

It was glistening on the tip. I fondled it while he reached under my shirt and handled my perky nipples. I just lay on my back enjoying it.

Do you want me to continue? he asked as he kissed me.

Yes, please I said as (still) the sexually innocent little girl feeling a little mischievous and turned on a lot.

His cock reached the entrance of my pussy and slowly entered; I remember thinking

Fuck this hurts. I said as I bit my bottom lip and grimaced.

Relax babe'. The first time is always a little painful he whispered and kissed me.

It was hurting like hell, but once my pussy became numb, I felt really tingly all over. At that stage of my sex life, I had only had wet dreams. I had never even played with myself.

Oh God this feels good. Sore, but good. !!!Fuck me like you don't give-a-shit!!! I requested convincingly.

I arched my back as something like a shock went through my body; I had, had my first orgasm. I screamed out loud and looked in to Jason's eyes giggling; he smiled, kissed me and started to build up momentum. Jason fucked me until he was about to cum then pulled out and sprayed his cum over my tits and nipples. I played with the sticky substance on my body Leanne and the others began clapping and cheering when it was over. I did not know they had been watching the whole time. When I got home I discovered my knickers had blood in them. It explained my pain of the time I was having intercourse. I hastily threw them in the bin so Dad could not possibly find out. I was beginning to become close friends with this group of young adults. It was then I started to play with my pussy each night until I squirted, yes I was squirting my pussy juices. I thought it was weird because in sex education they never mentioned that a woman can squirt in orgasm. I was too scared to say anything to my parents or anyone else except Leanne. My grades marginally started slipping from an 85-90% student to a 70-80% student. About a month past since the 'Moomba' Labor-Day long weekend. It was during the Easter long weekend break that I wore a flannelette top with no bra, short shorts, knickers and gym boots to Jason and Leanne's house. They were all sitting around a camp fire in the back yard; drinking casks of cheap wine we called goon. As we were hanging out drinking; a weird object was brought out; it was my first contact with a Bong. Initially I was completely bemused