Like Daughter Like Mother 3

As she sucked his cock Ha Yoon writhed her body in ecstasy. By now little was left of any kind of personality, other than a desire to pleasure James and be pleasured by him. He was just about to push her head back to put a coat of glaze on her face when he noticed Min Jung standing beside them. She wouldn't meet his gaze, her eyes were cast down, but as he watched she undid her robe and let it fall to the ground, exposing her naked body.

He smirked, and then pointed over Ha Yoon's bobbing head at his cock. Still not meeting his gaze, Min Jung got down on her knees beside Ha Yoon, gently nudged her to the side, and joined in to start working his cock alongside the younger girl. They got into a rhythm with each other, sliding their mouths up and down on either side of the shaft and taking turns taking him into their mouths and throats, working as a team to please him. From time to time he noticed a tear rolling down Min Jung's face, He'd taken away her humanity, by this point, and a small part of her missed it.

The sight of these two sluts working him in tandem was beautiful. The youthful energy of Ha Yoon was now matched by the experience of Min Jung. Ha Yoon would take his cock into her throat, inexpertly trying to fuck his cock with her oral cavity, while Min Jung would work his balls and taint with her tongue like an artist. After a while he noticed Ha Yoon starting to imitate Min Jung; she was learning from the more experienced slut at her side.

When he was ready he gently pressed the girls' faces together, cheek to cheek, so he could glaze them both. As usual Ha Yoon was in heaven; getting coated in his cum had become her new

raison d'étre

. Min Jung, on the other hand, had a mix of resignation and relief on her face. She'd been wanting his cock for days now and not getting it; if she had to share it in this manner then so be it - at least she was doing again what she did best: Being used as a sex toy.

--

One Week Earlier

The whole department was out at a bar, celebrating. There were free-flowing appetizers and lots and lots of drinks. It was Thursday, a weeknight, but they'd just won a new client and needed to let off some steam. After the number of all-nighters they'd pulled leading up to the presentation this afternoon, at which the client had finally awarded them the work, nobody was planning to be in the office the next day anyway. They'd sleep off their hangovers over a three day weekend, and be hard at work at the client's office Monday morning.

James

wasn't drinking

quite

as hard as the others. He continually worked the room, moving from table to table, trading jokes with his staff and flirting with waitresses. He was doing a good job of making it clear how proud he was of the team: they'd

earned

this account, and he had every confidence they'd do a great job executing on it.

Across the bar, watching him but trying to avoid him at all costs,

Minnie

seethed. She'd worked her

ass

off to get this business - as hard as anyone else, if not harder! - and how had James recognized her for it? Earlier, joking around with the people at her table, he'd made some inappropriate comment about her wearing Hello Kitty panties! What a racist

fuck!

Just because she was Korean he

assumed

she went around with cutesie cartoons on her underwear?!?

She'd stayed quietly angry at him for a while, before making an excuse to go to the women's room where she confirmed that, phew, she

wasn't

wearing Hello Kitty panties today. And then, because of the humiliation of actually having to

check

, her anger had grown exponentially: how

dare

he make her question her own damned underwear!

She hated how white guys always made her feel inferior; sometimes just by existing, but when they explicitly

said

something it was all the worse. She really hated how she kept dating them anyway. Where was her self respect? She

especially

hated how wet her traitorous cunt would get when they put her down or made her feel inferior, as James had. When white men unzipped their pants she immediately dropped to her knees to start sucking; when they humiliated her she started soaking her panties. She hated herself sometimes; especially at the end of a long night of brutal fucking, when she would be lying in bed with some anonymous man's cum leaking out of her cunt (or ass), trying to piece together how she had gotten there, but not really caring.

But that was her personal life and this was

work

. She wasn't a

gook

, she was a fucking

accountant

. She didn't even go by

Min Jung

at work, she went by

Minnie

, but lately James seemed to prefer calling her by her Korean name. (Where had he even

found

that piece of information?) She couldn't believe the audacity of a man being so racist at work in this day and age, not even at a party!

It was nearing the end of the night so she figured she'd only have to avoid him another five or ten minutes before she could sneak out without being too obvious. The last thing she wanted was to confront him now, while she was so angry. (Not to mention tipsy.) But it was just her luck: one last trip to the ladies room, and on the way out she ran straight into him.

"Ah, there you are," he said. "Folks are starting to leave, but I wanted to thank you one last time for your hard work landing this account. Good work!"

"I... uh... Thanks," she managed to stammer.

"Everything alright?" he asked. Was that a smirk on his face? And why was he standing so

close

? The bathrooms were separated from the bar by a hallway, so nobody else was around to see it, but he was practically right up against her.

"I, uh... I just..." she started to stammer, and then, before she could stop herself, it just fell out. "I mean... ;Hello Kitty'? In

2019

, you're going to pull

that

shit out? I'm a

colleague

, James!"

She expected a half-assed apology or backtrack. The one thing white guys seemed to be afraid of was being called racist, or even having it implied. They were always full of excuses about how they were being misunderstood, or they didn't mean it "that way." Instead he smirked, reached out to gently take her chin with his hand, and tilted her head up so that she was looking him in the eye.

"First of all, tell me Min Jung," he said quietly, emphasizing her Korean name once again, "how many pairs of Hello Kitty panties

do

you have?"

"Just... just one," she whispered, hating herself for admitting it.

"Really?" he asked softly. "Just

one

pair?"

"Well... maybe some others, too, with other characters," she admitted, with no idea why she was giving up her will to him so easily. His eyes were so blue; like ice. Only white guys had eyes that colour.

"Thought so," he said. "I've never met a whoriental who didn't have a drawer full of that cutesy shit. Half the time I pull a gook's skirt up Hello Kitty is staring out at me from her panties - if she's wearing any at all! But it's not like I'm talking like this with every Asian woman. Oh no, I save that for the

real

sluts. I've been watching you, Min Jung, and I've seen the way you look at the guys in the office. The

white

guys, I mean. It's not lust, it's

hunger

. I'm surprised I don't find you in the men's room every lunch break offering blowjobs!"

Her eyes were two wide saucers at his language. She'd lived in Canada most of her life, but had hardly ever been called a gook - now James was calling her a "whoriental" as casually as if he'd just called her a "brunette." She could feel the heat radiating from her face as he addressed her like a common whore.

But then he leaned in even closer, cheek to cheek, so that his lips were brushing against her earlobe. "Aren't you picturing it

right now?

Wrapping your lips around my cock? Just closing your eyes, and giving in to that hunger?"

"No! I have to... I have to go..." she said weakly. But she didn't move.

"Before you do," he said, and then straightened again to look her in the eye. "I want you to get on your knees for me."

Without even thinking, she did so. She didn't tear her eyes from his as she sank down to her knees before him. She finally did break his gaze when she felt something brushing against her chin, and looked down to see his cock in her face.

"Suck it," he commanded, and before the words were even out of his lips she was taking him into her mouth.

Ever since she had been a teenager Minnie had been losing control of herself in the presence of a thick, meaty cock. She prided herself on her blowjob skills, in fact, and despite the shame she felt she would do her best with James' cock, too. But it was not to be: before she could get into it he grabbed the back of her head with both hands and began to fuck her face, forcing himself into her throat, and making her much more of a passive recipient than an active cock sucker.

She gagged; he was in her throat before she could prepare herself. Tears leaked out of her eyes at the sudden invasion, and her knees were starting to hurt from the grubby carpeting on the bar's floor. The feeling of his balls slapping against her chin, as humiliating as it was, was also a turn-on. She knew she'd be furiously masturbating herself to sleep tonight, as she replayed this scene in her mind.

Before too long he held her head still, buried deep into her throat, and she felt his cock start to convulse as he unloaded into her. When he finally pulled out she collapsed against the wall, choking and trying to catch her breath, and holding a hand up under her chin to prevent any errant cum from falling on her clothes.

"Asshole," she whispered. She was so ashamed of what she'd done - and of how much of a turn-on it was.

But he wasn't angry at her outburst, or even annoyed. If anything, he seemed amused. "Really?" he asked. "Am I an asshole, for giving a fucktoy the cum she so desperately craves? Let's take a look at the reaction..."

He grabbed her arm and stood her up, then spun her around face-first against the wall. He reached up under her skirt and she felt a couple of fingers invading her sopping pussy.

"Feels like someone

enjoyed

herself," he said, and she could practically

hear

the smirk in his voice. "What do

you

think?" he asked, before removing his hand and sticking the two wet fingers into her mouth. "Who's a slut?" he asked. "Who got off on getting face fucked in a public hallway?"

"I did," she whispered, around his fingers, tasting the proof of the statement on her tongue.

"So let's give the slut what it wants," he said, and to her surprise he slid his cock into her cunt. How was he still hard after how much he'd cum down her throat just a moment ago? But she didn't have long to think about it, because he was fucking her in earnest. It was all she could do to prop herself up against the wall as he relentlessly pounded his cock into her. She was a tiny woman, especially by Western standards, so all she could do was try not to get bowled over as she was ravaged by this large man - and his thick cock.

Finally she felt him quicken his pace, and then felt the familiar feeling of his cock throbbing as he filled her cunt with his seed. She hated to admit it, but it was one reason she loved white cocks: with her past Asian lovers she hadn't been able to feel that spasm when the cock unloaded its bounty into her. She felt it with white cocks.

When he finished he pulled out and smacked her ass. She was glad she was facing the wall, so that he couldn't have the satisfaction of seeing the pleasure in her eyes as she felt that smack. Once again, she felt his lips against her ear.

"Good girl," he whispered, and she practically melted.

He had zipped back up and was about to walk away when he turned back to her. "One more thing," he said.

"Yes?" she answered quietly, as she rearranged her skirt. She wouldn't meet his gaze, she was too busy trying to process the complex set of emotions brewing inside her, but once again he gently took her chin in his hand and forced her to look him in the eye.

"Give me your panties," he said. And then, when he saw the confusion in her eyes, "that's right. Take them off and give them to me."

Looking him in the eye the whole time she somehow managed to get her panties off, and hand them to him. "Souvenir?" she asked defiantly.

"Hell no, I'm throwing them out as soon as I get out of the bar. But I know you slants. The minute I'm out of sight you're going to be trying to spin this inside your head.

You're

not a bad girl,

you're

not the type to get down on her knees in a public bar and suck her boss' cock,

you're

not the type to take a load of cum into your sopping wet pussy outside the ladies room. But every time those thoughts go through your head you'll feel a little trickle of my cum running down your slutty thigh and you'll know the truth: That you fucking

love

it. You can't wait for your next load."

And he turned and walked out.

Minnie finally made it home to her apartment sometime close to 3 in the morning. She tried to be quiet, so as not to wake her daughter, and got into her bedroom as quickly as she could. She needed a shower, and to get some panties under her leaking pussy.

On the way home in the Uber she'd felt cum starting to dribble out and panicked, thinking she was going to get it on the seat. She surreptitiously got a hand under her skirt and around her crotch to catch it, but when she got out of the car she found herself standing on an empty sidewalk at 2:30 in the morning with cum in her hand. What the hell was she supposed to do with it?!? She could fling it onto the ground, but she didn't have any tissues to wipe off her hand. She didn't want to take the elevator up to her apartment with cum all over her fingers!

So, like a degraded pornstar, she raised her hand to her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. With all of her willpower, with every fiber of her being, she did her best to avoid thinking about whether she enjoyed it or not.

And now she was lying in bed, telling herself what a terrible night it had been, tears rolling down her face, as she worked her clit and tried not to cry out when her climaxes washed over her.

Eventually she slept. She slept well.

--

When Minnie finally dragged her sorry ass out of bed the next morning the sun was already quite high. She didn't bother grabbing her phone to check the time; she didn't want to know.

Unsurprisingly, her daughter

Ha Yoon

was already up, sipping coffee at the kitchen table. At 20,

Heidi

- her Western name - was in university, but to Minnie's surprise Heidi had decided not to bother working over her summer vacation. She was just taking it easy for a few months instead. Money wasn't a problem, she had a full ride at school, but she usually

preferred

to work over her holidays, to keep her mind sharp. For some reason she hadn't done so this summer. Minnie suspected Heidi might be secretly working on a novel, but she knew better than to ask. If Heidi wanted her to know she'd tell her.

"Mornin Mom," Heidi said, as Minnie entered the kitchen.

"Mm," was her only reply. "Any coffee left?" she rasped out.

"Yep. One or two cups. Rough night?"

Minnie almost dropped the coffee mug she was reaching for, before realizing that Heidi had just been referring to drinking, not her humiliatingly thorough fuck outside the women's room.

"Oh, er... yes," she responded. "Not too much, you know me, but even a few are a couple too many."

Was she talking too much? Was she acting natural? And why had getting fucked by one jerk in a bar impacted her so strangely? She'd had one-nighters before without worrying about how slutty she'd look in front of her daughter!

"Any plans for the day?" she asked, but Heidi made a noncommittal gesture.

"Not sure," she replied. "I'll figure something out. You working?"

"Well... I wasn't

going

to," Minnie replied. "But nobody else will be there so I might just go in to take care of a few things."

--

She was the only one in the office when she arrived. It was rare to have the place to herself, and Minnie relished the luxury of it. She spread some work across a couple of desks, put some light music on, and started working her spreadsheets with gusto. She needed to double check the numbers; one of her staffers had worked out the budget for the new account, but she wasn't 100% sure everything was correct.

So lost was she in her own world that she didn't notice someone else entering the office until he was right in front of her. She looked up, and there was... James. Of

course

. But she was calm, and had already decided how she was going to handle the situation: as if nothing had happened. People hooked up at office parties sometimes, that was it. Nothing more. She'd even decided to let his casual racism slide. He hadn't hurt anyone.

That immediately went out the window, however, when he decided to tackle it head-on. "How's my little yellow cumslut doing today?" he asked cheerily.

"I... I wish you wouldn't say that," she said, much more meekly than she'd intended.

"Oh?" he responded. "Tell me: is your cunt leaking right now? Just at the sound of the word ;slut'? Or was it ;cum' that did it? After all, you haven't had any for hours!"

"No!" she responded, deciding to brazen it out.

But he called her bluff. "No?" he asked. And then he leaned over the desk, stuck a hand up her skirt, and rubbed a finger along the outside of her panties. "Feels pretty wet to me!"

"Please," she whispered. "We're at the office! Anyone could... mmm... anyone could come in!"

But he didn't stop. He locked eyes with her and continued fingering her under her skirt. Dammit all, on top of everything else, the bastard knew what he was doing, too! He was reading her like a book, following her body's directions and knowing when to go faster, when to go harder... and she was soon cumming onto his hand, her hips twitching as she did.

"My turn," he said, and then he came around to her side of the desk. She knew what he wanted, and compliantly bent over the desk when he motioned her to, pulling her panties to the side. Soon he was back inside her, just as he had been at the bar the night before. Her pussy was so wet he had no problem sliding into her, and he was soon working up a good rhythm, before, to her surprise, he pulled out again.

And then she felt him pressing up against her asshole.

"No!" she cried, but her feeble protest was soon over as she felt him entering her tenderest of areas. In retrospect she realized he'd probably just used her wet cunt to lubricate himself. Her pussy was so tight, she didn't know why guys always wanted to fuck her ass! It seemed the more they got off on Asian girls the more they wanted to fuck an Asian girl's

ass

.

But she had to admit, she'd never felt as full of cock as she felt this moment. Taking it in the ass always made her feel it more, and James was thicker than most guys. It was only her imagination, but she felt like he was rearranging her internal organs with every thrust. She lay on the desk, her cheek on the cool wood, as she felt him ploughing into her relentlessly.

Finally he was ready, but instead of cumming in her ass he pulled out and came on her back. She still had her clothes on so he stuck his cock up the back of her shirt, shooting his cum between the material and her skin, making her an absolute, cum-soaked

mess

. She'd never felt as slutty as she did at this moment: bent over her own office desk, her asshole gaping open, feeling his cum making her shirt stick to her back... and he was right, dammit. She loved it. If the desk hadn't been there to hold her up she would have simply melted into the floor in pleasure.