I’m not really into Asian women. I don’t know why considering I’ve been with women of other races, but for some reason Asians don’t really do anything for me. The universe having a sense of humor, of course, means I had sex with the one I worked with, and to be honest, I enjoyed almost every second of it, even if the premise of how we ended up together that day was kind of fucked up.
So R was an Asian girl who had been at the station for a few years as a field reporter. She had a cute face, but when I started she was flat chested and her wardrobe didn’t do anything to accentuate whatever features she may have had. But after about a year after she had her second kid she took up yoga and her ass and thighs started to firm up in such a way that she had begun to wear tighter clothing and short skirts around the office. It was a remarkable transformation.
One morning as were about an hour into being on-air, we received a tip that there had been a shooting on the other side of town. Our producer dispatched R to cover it, but one of our cameramen was off and all the others were out covering other stories. So in a panic our producer told me to go with her to cover it, but there were some problems: one, I didn’t know how to work a camera; two, we didn’t know if the story was legit; and, three, even if it was we didn’t know if the “scene” he’d been secured yet. My pleas fell on deaf ears, and R and I were sent off in the name of ratings.
As I drove us to the scene in the newsvan, R told me she knew how to work the camera and equipment to communicate to the station, so all I had to do was give her the cues and keep the camera steady. As long as I did that, she assured me she could take care of the rest.
We arrived to where the alleged scene was and were immediately met by two of our city’s finest who advised us that it was still too dangerous for us to be there. R told me to get back in the van and pull up several houses down to the end of the block where we would set up and cover the story. As R was hooking the equipment up, a man barged out of the house where the scene was and began exchanging gunfire with the cops we had just spoken with.
Knowing this was our cue to get the hell out of Dodge, I pushed R back into the van, slammed the door, hopped back into the driver’s seat and drove the fuck off as fast as I could. About 3 or 4 blocks away, I pulled the van into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse and called the station to tell them what just happened. I was told to hang tight until they got word from the police that it was OK to return and then they’d let us know to go back. Seeing that we were in a cargo van with the front walled off, I went back to check on R.
What I saw was shocking. There sat R on the floor of the van with her skirt hiked up, panties pulled to the side, furiously masterbating. I stood there, frozen and open jawed at the scene in front of me. I tried to stammer if she was OK, but I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t get any words out. R was frigging herself so madly that you could hear the wetness of her pussy and could see little droplets of pussy juice flying off of her. I must have been watching for a while before she noticed me and whimpered to take off my pants. I climbed into the van and did so with reservation because although I was kind of turned on, I also knew she was going through her own odd form of PTSD. As I got my pants off, she told me to get my dick hard. I said “Look, R. Everything is going to be OK. Let’s just take it easy, and-” “I SAID GET THAT DICK HARD NOW!” she angrily replied. Seeing as I knew better than to argue with a person in psychosis, I relented and tried to make the best of the situation. So with a little trepidation, I began stroking my shaft to appease her. R never let up her pace, squirting twice while continuously rubbing her swollen clit. As I concentrated at the task at hand (no pun intended), R removed her panties and crawled towards me. She grabbed my dick with her tiny, pussy juice soaked hand and took over from me stroking it with a fury. She began licking my cock and slobbered on the end before straddling over me and rubbing her wet pussy before making herself squirt again and soaking my lap. She sat on my cock, her pussy being so wet that she didn’t have to ease it in. She began to deeply kiss me while I was still trying to make sense of what exactly was happening, but I got over all that when she started softly biting my lower lip. That caused me to snap back into reality.
She had been bouncing up and down on my cock for a while, but I could tell she was getting tired. As I started to tell her we she stop, she told me to grab her ass. Being a tiny woman, her cheeks were small, but because of her doing yoga so often, they were tight. I latched onto her firm ass and began using her pussy to jack myself off. I could feel the pressure building within my balls and told her I was about to cum, but she had her arms wrapped so tightly around my head that I couldn’t get her off of me and emptied my nutsack into her warm, tight pussy. She kept riding me until my cock couldn’t take anymore and I pleaded with her to get off of me. She wouldn’t (or couldn’t) stop, so I finally had to get her tiny frame off of my dick and placed her, bare assed, on the floor of the van. The mix of storing in a pool of our combined juices and the cold of the floor made whatever possessed her to turn into a sex fiend vanish. She started to snap back into reality and assess what just occured. She began to panic. “Oh my God, what just happened? What did I do? Where are we?” I calmly explained the gunfight (which she remembered) and we how I drove a few blocks away and what happened. She was embarrassed and ashamed, but I told her that everything was OK and tried to calm her. About a minute later, the station called and told us the police had the site secured and we could go deliver the story, which she did flawlessly.
After we got back, R disappeared for a few weeks. The network and the station gave her some time off for counseling, I declined. When she returned, we gave her a welcome back party after we went off the air. She gave me a big hug and whispered thank you to me and slipped a note in my pocket which read, “Thank you for saving my life. I don’t know what happened to me afterwards. I told my therapist about it and he said some people respond to traumatic incidents differently. Just do me a favor and please don’t tell anybody. Who knows? Play your cards right and maybe next time I’ll actually remember it. XOXO, R”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lis4fk/adventures_in_broadcasting_pt_3_the_asian