I'm Thom, I'm a rich, good-looking, hung, married-but-cheating playboy, and I have the perfect mistress: A 20 year old, gorgeous, skinny, Chinese college girl with big, fake tits and an insatiable, outrageous appetite for every kind of erotic sex. So far, I haven't found Giana's limits. She's fucking perfect.
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A couple years ago, I started looking around for a permanent girlfriend. My very pretty and sexy, then-38 year old wife, eleven years my junior, was wearing herself out with her own business and raising our two kids. I had a small stable of girlfriends on the side, whom I could see because my restaurants are very successful and gave me lots of free time both days and night. But I started getting interested in "swinging," you know, hooking up with other couples to exchange sex partners. My problem was, I didn't have a hot, go-to sex partner who wanted to swing with me.
I began looking around online, you know, putting ads on websites and even in the local paper. If you've done that sort of thing before, you know it can be a huge waste of time. Success is hit-or-miss. Mostly, people didn't seem to believe my ads that I was very rich and good-looking; or I got responses from people who clearly weren't who they said they were.
But I got lucky -- I'm just lucky in life, I guess -- with one ad. Here's how it happened.
I live in a college town, where we have a large university with big-time sports programs. I'm not a graduate, but I am now one of the big donors to the school's programs. That makes me a "booster," as they call us kind of guys. I shell out a few million a year in donations, and get rewarded with a 50 yard-line skybox, invitations the every high-brow function at the school, that sort of thing. Makes you feel real important, always the center of attention, get to meet other, rich guys from the area (which is necessary for business opportunities), it's just great.
Anyway, it also means, I had a way of access to things associated with the University. The school had an Internet website solely for its students, with shit like homework, school events, that sort of thing. But it had a "personal ad" page that, I found out, was largely a meat market for students looking for hookups. Last year I took a flyer at it, I mean, it couldn't hurt. I put up an ad saying, basically, did any really pretty and horny college girl want a rich, married boyfriend -- in exchange for being pampered like a princess, she'd get to go on dates with me and other couples. Seriously, when I wrote it, I said to myself, fuck, this is a waste of time, no one's going to respond to it.
Oh, I got responses. Bullshit ones. But, buried in the midst, there was that ONE response. It said, something like, "you sound like fun, if you're for real then so am I, if you like hot Asian girls then I guarantee you'll love me."
Wow! So happens that I actually prefer Asian girls -- my wife is Filipina, and in my spare time cheating on my wife, I had found a couple of married, Asian women on the Internet who were looking to cheat on their husbands. So that response was like gold to me. In football terms, it was a Hail Mary that worked.
I first met Giana at a Starbuck's, just a few hours after she sent me that reply. I almost had an orgasm in my pants the moment I saw her. Definitely a college student, she was (at the time I met her last year) 19 years old, a sophomore at the University. She was tall for most Asian chicks, about five foot six. She was Chinese-American, with long, slender legs, a petite, narrow frame on her shoulders and torso, and perky, small titties. Her face was long and gorgeous -- flawless, smooth skin, big brown eyes, thin lips, flat little nose. But her hair was the first thing you notice about Giana. She had long, curly, jet-black hair, flowing in massive streams around her pretty face, but pulled back so it didn't hide her face from the world. She dressed nice, too, wearing expensive sandals, multiple layers on her top, and skin-tight, $300 jeans. Fucking delicious specimen, I thought to myself.
She wasn't shy, she was playful. Over coffee we hit it off. She was actually surprised I was for real, and she kept saying how "dreamy" I was. I mean, I was 49 years old at the time, extremely fit (I work out almost daily, and run three miles early each morning), and handsome with graying temples and well-groomed, dark hair. My gray eyes and strong jaw often get looks from females. She knew she was hot, and I told her she was.
Turned out she was also pretty much a slut, and admitted it right away. I wasn't the first guy she'd met online -- either on the campus website, or Internet sites for people wanting hookups. I'd only known her about fifteen minutes when I asked, so these oteher guys you met online, did they get lucky with you? She giggled, sipping her hot tea, and said, "You'll find out soon enough, if you want." Oh, I wanted to find out. I took her back to my E-class (that's an expensive car, for you who don't know), and immediately we just started making out when we got in the front seats. Total slut, like I said.
Twenty minutes later, we were in my "fuck place" (an apartment I rent, my wife doesn't know about it), and I was eating the Chinese slut's gorgeous, shaved-bald pussy. Giana is massively multi-orgasmic, she had like four orgasms before I even got around to sticking my 8 inch penis into her vagina.
Over the course of the next few months, she became a regular fucktoy for me. She even readily agreed to try swinging with me -- meeting other couples and switching sex partners.
I'm sort of sinister. I decided, I needed to put Giana through some tests. Fun tests. Three of them. If she passed them, I figured, she was a keeper. But was she slutty enough and playful enough to put up with all of them?
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First, I wanted to see what kind of stamina and sluttiness Giana had.