Straight Male / 50
Neighbor Student Begs For Help
About a decade ago I taught a few general education classes at a local community college. Most students and discussions were honestly unmemorable, and few students really excelled. A lot clearly didn't even know how to write sentences and I had trouble meeting them where they were. The job didn't continue and neither the college nor I thought this a bad thing.
One of my students was Rose, a small Chinese woman of about 30 who didn't speak or write English very well; she didn't do well in class, though she passed with some mercy grades, and I didn't get a strong impression of her. But late in the semester she was walking around my neighborhood while I was working in my yard, and she stopped to talk. It turned out she lived just a few blocks away with her husband, a professor at the local university, and seemed interested at the coincidence of being so close.
I saw her a couple times in the year after that, but it was always just a brief cordial greeting. After a few months, on a winter night with no snow but just below freezing temperatures, I suddenly heard a frantic knock at my door after I was asleep, pretty close to midnight. I got out of bed, donned a robe, and went to the door to find Rose crying and panicked. I took her in and she spilled out her story in broken English, which seemed to be that her husband was divorcing her, and had gone to another state while she was on a trip visiting Chinese relatives, changing the locks and renting out their local house to a stranger in the meantime. She had nowhere to live and didn't know anyone she could stay with; she apparently didn't even have money for a motel. This took much longer to get out of her than I am telling you now, as her usual difficulties in speaking were compounded by her panic. I kept asking about other options but she consistently negated them, apparently even after living here for several years she really didn't know anyone close and somehow didn't see this coming or planned for contingencies.
I kept telling her, however, that I really didn't have a place for her, and she couldn't stay. She pleaded that she knew nobody but me, she had been dropped off by a taxi which apparently she paid in cash, leaving little left over, and there was nowhere to walk to this late at night. She kept pleading and said she would do anything if she could stay, even getting on her knees to plead and reach toward me in supplication. I touched her head in compassion but she somehow interpreted this differently and turned straight to my crotch. "I suck you! I suck you I stay?" This took me completely by surprise, but I have to admit my cock jumped at this offer and her appearance. I couldn't let go of her head and just looked at her, putting a hand on each cheek and contemplating this weird situation and offer. "Please, I suck you, please!" Well, the truth is I gave in; I said yes and in seconds she practically inhaled my hard cock as I slipped my robe to the floor. To my shock she was VERY good, going deep and steady, taking me in fully to her small, tight mouth and coming close to a deep throat despite her small size, probably getting five inches in. After a few minutes of intense pleasure I backed against a wall to steady myself, and she continued to blow me quickly. I felt increasingly guilty as she worked my cock between her lips, until I felt the building towards an ejaculation, and began squirting into her hot mouth. She paused slightly but I guided her head to keep pumping on me for a minute while I finished my orgasm and she swallowed my semen. I let her back away, and she was still clearly very upset but said "I stay now?" "Yes, you stay now."
She stayed the night, and thanked me profusely in the morning as she made some phone calls and found she still didn't have any other options. I gradually learned more about her situation; her husband had taught in China for a year, and after dating several Chinese girls took her back to the states. I got a hint that one of the reason he chose her was because of her blowjob skills, a fact I confirmed a few years later from a remark the professor made about having never "consummated" the marriage, but her being his "whore" and . Getting ahead of myself here, but it gradually became clear that he picked her out of a bevy of other ladies, brought her back as his wife, but grew increasingly unhappy with her, especially as she kept demanding more money from him. I learned this more from him and his other relatives than her, but there were aspects of her behavior which were highly manipulative, and it was clear that she was getting something very specific out of this relationship as well.
So this explains in part why she didn't have much trouble giving me head for a place to stay; she wasn't a whore, but this is basically what she had been doing for a few years anyway. Fortunately she wasn't after my money, and I also didn't have as much as her husband did. But she needed my help, and I'll be honest that I really liked her suck jobs. She stayed with me about a month, and sucked me off more or less once a day, sometimes twice. A few times I fucked her; at first she said "no baby" but I explained I had a vasectomy so that wasn't a problem. But she preferred to suck me, and rather than have her whine and look annoyed while I fucked her (she could look pretty annoyed even from behind) I settled for the blowjobs, which were really much better.
Eventually she moved back in with her husband, who apparently felt lonely without her. I found it strange at first that she occasionally asked me over to help with something around the house, and was nervous about meeting her husband Randall. But it soon became clear that he was in the early stages of dementia. He was both easily manipulated, and tended to be careless about who he was speaking to, so that's where I heard more of the backstory, and gathered more about how this relationship worked--or didn't. He never had the slightest clue that I had cum in his wife's mouth. In fact it was clear that his equipment wasn't working so well, and she almost never serviced him anymore, he was just looking for companionship these days.
it was a sad case, but got sadder a few years later when the county authorities judged that he couldn't live at home anymore, apparently she left for another overseas trip and alone in the house he caused some potential trouble, so he was placed under conservatorship and moved to a care facility. Suddenly the retirement checks she was access every month dried up, and as she had sent most of his money to Chinese relatives, had little to fall back on. She once again came to me for help, both for advice and help on some house repairs, and then for companionship again as she was stuck alone in the house. This time I had a girlfriend I occasionally saw, but I wasn't going to pass up more free blowjobs so I went over to her house whenever I could to get my cock blown, at the price of listening to her blather on about her problems. The more I got to know her, the less I felt sorry for her or guilty over what I was doing; she was basically a scheming bitch who milked this lonely old man for all the money she could get until the cash cow disappeared. She had this early dream of coming to America and honoring her family by living them out of poverty into riches, but apparently all she had gotten wasn't and would never be enough, and she kept demanding more without making any clear plans for the future, until she crashed into reality. She hadn't the foggiest idea how to navigate the American health care system or get a job beyond a part-time attendant at a Chinese buffet. Her house was falling apart and almost devoid of furniture; she got him to sign it over to her, but she left a huge mortgage on it, assuming the money would keep pouring it forever.
There is nothing romantic about our relationship, and it's hardly even sexy. She sucks me like a machine, just a routine thing to get over. She gets me to blow my load, and then she's done and talks to me about her latest troubles with the house or car, her attempts to work, or her complaints about the world. She calls before coming over so she won't disturb me if I'm with someone else, but again I mostly go over there when we visit. She's often out of town for weeks at a time, going I don't know or care where. Maybe she has another boyfriend, but obviously not one who helps her financially very much. I sometimes wonder if I'm as addicted to her blowjobs as she is to Randall's money, taking it when while it's there and not thinking much about the future. But at least I have a life outside of this relationship, and it's not clear that she does. I'm sure she had a hard life in China before coming here, but I feel she long passed a point where I can excuse her attempts to rise out of it. And while it's hard to judge given the continued language barrier, I sometimes feel she wouldn't be that much more successful in China--she strikes me as a generally incompetent person who can 't distinguish between, for instance, real medicine and traditional herbal cures, or between caring for her husband and manipulating him to get what she wants. She talks about the latter as being the former, and as often as not I think she actually believes her own bullshit about this.
So it goes on. Other women suck me off, but this one is free, extra, and never fails. It might go on, now and then, until she gives up the house and this failed part of her life, moving somewhere with more people who speak her language and understand her culture, and perhaps back to China itself. Until then, I blow my loads into this young, small, lonely woman's mouth whenever I get the chance, and at other times feel I've got this cool secret that no one else knows about. If someone else bums me out, I know that I lucked into knowing this woman picked out of hundreds of desperate, poor Chinese ladies by an older man who knew what he wanted but can no longer use it. There's not much else to do in this small coastal town, so why not enjoy it while I can?
One of my students was Rose, a small Chinese woman of about 30 who didn't speak or write English very well; she didn't do well in class, though she passed with some mercy grades, and I didn't get a strong impression of her. But late in the semester she was walking around my neighborhood while I was working in my yard, and she stopped to talk. It turned out she lived just a few blocks away with her husband, a professor at the local university, and seemed interested at the coincidence of being so close.
I saw her a couple times in the year after that, but it was always just a brief cordial greeting. After a few months, on a winter night with no snow but just below freezing temperatures, I suddenly heard a frantic knock at my door after I was asleep, pretty close to midnight. I got out of bed, donned a robe, and went to the door to find Rose crying and panicked. I took her in and she spilled out her story in broken English, which seemed to be that her husband was divorcing her, and had gone to another state while she was on a trip visiting Chinese relatives, changing the locks and renting out their local house to a stranger in the meantime. She had nowhere to live and didn't know anyone she could stay with; she apparently didn't even have money for a motel. This took much longer to get out of her than I am telling you now, as her usual difficulties in speaking were compounded by her panic. I kept asking about other options but she consistently negated them, apparently even after living here for several years she really didn't know anyone close and somehow didn't see this coming or planned for contingencies.
I kept telling her, however, that I really didn't have a place for her, and she couldn't stay. She pleaded that she knew nobody but me, she had been dropped off by a taxi which apparently she paid in cash, leaving little left over, and there was nowhere to walk to this late at night. She kept pleading and said she would do anything if she could stay, even getting on her knees to plead and reach toward me in supplication. I touched her head in compassion but she somehow interpreted this differently and turned straight to my crotch. "I suck you! I suck you I stay?" This took me completely by surprise, but I have to admit my cock jumped at this offer and her appearance. I couldn't let go of her head and just looked at her, putting a hand on each cheek and contemplating this weird situation and offer. "Please, I suck you, please!" Well, the truth is I gave in; I said yes and in seconds she practically inhaled my hard cock as I slipped my robe to the floor. To my shock she was VERY good, going deep and steady, taking me in fully to her small, tight mouth and coming close to a deep throat despite her small size, probably getting five inches in. After a few minutes of intense pleasure I backed against a wall to steady myself, and she continued to blow me quickly. I felt increasingly guilty as she worked my cock between her lips, until I felt the building towards an ejaculation, and began squirting into her hot mouth. She paused slightly but I guided her head to keep pumping on me for a minute while I finished my orgasm and she swallowed my semen. I let her back away, and she was still clearly very upset but said "I stay now?" "Yes, you stay now."
She stayed the night, and thanked me profusely in the morning as she made some phone calls and found she still didn't have any other options. I gradually learned more about her situation; her husband had taught in China for a year, and after dating several Chinese girls took her back to the states. I got a hint that one of the reason he chose her was because of her blowjob skills, a fact I confirmed a few years later from a remark the professor made about having never "consummated" the marriage, but her being his "whore" and . Getting ahead of myself here, but it gradually became clear that he picked her out of a bevy of other ladies, brought her back as his wife, but grew increasingly unhappy with her, especially as she kept demanding more money from him. I learned this more from him and his other relatives than her, but there were aspects of her behavior which were highly manipulative, and it was clear that she was getting something very specific out of this relationship as well.
So this explains in part why she didn't have much trouble giving me head for a place to stay; she wasn't a whore, but this is basically what she had been doing for a few years anyway. Fortunately she wasn't after my money, and I also didn't have as much as her husband did. But she needed my help, and I'll be honest that I really liked her suck jobs. She stayed with me about a month, and sucked me off more or less once a day, sometimes twice. A few times I fucked her; at first she said "no baby" but I explained I had a vasectomy so that wasn't a problem. But she preferred to suck me, and rather than have her whine and look annoyed while I fucked her (she could look pretty annoyed even from behind) I settled for the blowjobs, which were really much better.
Eventually she moved back in with her husband, who apparently felt lonely without her. I found it strange at first that she occasionally asked me over to help with something around the house, and was nervous about meeting her husband Randall. But it soon became clear that he was in the early stages of dementia. He was both easily manipulated, and tended to be careless about who he was speaking to, so that's where I heard more of the backstory, and gathered more about how this relationship worked--or didn't. He never had the slightest clue that I had cum in his wife's mouth. In fact it was clear that his equipment wasn't working so well, and she almost never serviced him anymore, he was just looking for companionship these days.
it was a sad case, but got sadder a few years later when the county authorities judged that he couldn't live at home anymore, apparently she left for another overseas trip and alone in the house he caused some potential trouble, so he was placed under conservatorship and moved to a care facility. Suddenly the retirement checks she was access every month dried up, and as she had sent most of his money to Chinese relatives, had little to fall back on. She once again came to me for help, both for advice and help on some house repairs, and then for companionship again as she was stuck alone in the house. This time I had a girlfriend I occasionally saw, but I wasn't going to pass up more free blowjobs so I went over to her house whenever I could to get my cock blown, at the price of listening to her blather on about her problems. The more I got to know her, the less I felt sorry for her or guilty over what I was doing; she was basically a scheming bitch who milked this lonely old man for all the money she could get until the cash cow disappeared. She had this early dream of coming to America and honoring her family by living them out of poverty into riches, but apparently all she had gotten wasn't and would never be enough, and she kept demanding more without making any clear plans for the future, until she crashed into reality. She hadn't the foggiest idea how to navigate the American health care system or get a job beyond a part-time attendant at a Chinese buffet. Her house was falling apart and almost devoid of furniture; she got him to sign it over to her, but she left a huge mortgage on it, assuming the money would keep pouring it forever.
There is nothing romantic about our relationship, and it's hardly even sexy. She sucks me like a machine, just a routine thing to get over. She gets me to blow my load, and then she's done and talks to me about her latest troubles with the house or car, her attempts to work, or her complaints about the world. She calls before coming over so she won't disturb me if I'm with someone else, but again I mostly go over there when we visit. She's often out of town for weeks at a time, going I don't know or care where. Maybe she has another boyfriend, but obviously not one who helps her financially very much. I sometimes wonder if I'm as addicted to her blowjobs as she is to Randall's money, taking it when while it's there and not thinking much about the future. But at least I have a life outside of this relationship, and it's not clear that she does. I'm sure she had a hard life in China before coming here, but I feel she long passed a point where I can excuse her attempts to rise out of it. And while it's hard to judge given the continued language barrier, I sometimes feel she wouldn't be that much more successful in China--she strikes me as a generally incompetent person who can 't distinguish between, for instance, real medicine and traditional herbal cures, or between caring for her husband and manipulating him to get what she wants. She talks about the latter as being the former, and as often as not I think she actually believes her own bullshit about this.
So it goes on. Other women suck me off, but this one is free, extra, and never fails. It might go on, now and then, until she gives up the house and this failed part of her life, moving somewhere with more people who speak her language and understand her culture, and perhaps back to China itself. Until then, I blow my loads into this young, small, lonely woman's mouth whenever I get the chance, and at other times feel I've got this cool secret that no one else knows about. If someone else bums me out, I know that I lucked into knowing this woman picked out of hundreds of desperate, poor Chinese ladies by an older man who knew what he wanted but can no longer use it. There's not much else to do in this small coastal town, so why not enjoy it while I can?
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