Part I - The Journalist

The story is more sexually mild than usual. Things actually happened as described. There is nothing extra added. For the sake of more fun and to not look so much like a jerk, I tried to write the story from the point of view of an ex-girlfriend.

Dedicated to Thu

It's summer 2006. The boys look at me a lot. There are few available Vietnamese or Asian women in the Czech Republic. Mostly guys work here and then bring their family here. And when there are some Vitnamese here, they often stick to Vietnamese. I've been here for 5 years and I speak some Czech. I can take my pick. Just the other day a cop asked for my phone number when I was speeding. He probably wanted me to work off the ticket in bed. I'm walking a little ways from my home through the Chodov shopping center. I'm looking at the shops and the people. It's nice out. There's a Czech boy in shorts with an athletic build walking towards me. He stares at me. He's intrigued. I'm looking at him. 6'4", good-looking. He's looking at me so hungrily. I'm attracted to him, too. We look back at each other a few times. I'm speeding away on the escalator, thinking, "This probably won't turn out well. He's running after me. It pleases me, but I don't let it show.

"Hey. Can I have your phone?" he asks straight away.

"And what do you need?", I ask him in broken Czech, trying to say 'What do you need the phone for'. Of course I know what he needs it for. Before I give someone a phone, I want to get to know them a little bit.

"I like you very much," he says again without hesitation. "Maybe tomorrow we could go out together or have a beer."

My Vietnamese boyfriend in Prague pissed me off and we broke up. I've been alone for a few weeks. My boyfriend keeps calling me, but I don't want him anymore. I'm a bit angry with the Vietnamese guy too and maybe I want to try a Czech guy. I give Vlada my phone number and I see how happy he is. We arrange to have lunch tomorrow at the Chodov centre. I just want to introduce him to my younger siblings and especially my 5-year-old son.

My new Czech boyfriend is called Vláďa and I am Thu - Vietnamese for Autumn. The meeting with my siblings and son went well. Vládǎ said that the parent is the one who raises the boy and that he doesn't mind if the child is not his own. I'll try to go on a date with him alone.The festival Mezi ploty was just coming up in Prague. For two days, a large number of musical groups and theatres would gather in the large grounds of the mental hospital in Prague's Bohnice district. Their performances are watched together by patients and normal visitors of the festival. It was beautiful and we were both excited. I was also a little sad. I didn't understand a lot of things Vlada said because of the language barrier. He probably didn't even recognize it because I was kind of nodding and it was probably pointless to tell him that I didn't understand half of it.

We walked around the park of the hospital and listened to different groups. When he said something to me, he looked at me lovingly. He took my hand a couple of times and I thought it was nice to have someone again. He wanted to touch me more, but I think he was afraid, so he untied my shoelace.

We were thinking about our next date and he said: "Let's go for a walk." "Go for a walk again, my feet hurt from boredom," I say. For one thing, it was true, and maybe I wanted to push him further so we wouldn't just go for walks all summer.

He was still living with his ex-girlfriend, with whom he no longer had anything. I had an apartment where my son and sometimes my siblings were with me. We went to our place.

It's really hot in our Prague apartment block. We have scented sticks and an intimate lamp, even though it's still light in the evening. Vlad looks at me hungrily as usual. I can feel how he's overtired. He strokes my pussy through my shorts. We lie next to each other. He unzips my shorts and pushes his hand deeper into my panties. He gently strokes the hairs, the clit. When his hand gets all the way into my panties he transitions from clit to pussy and his fingers go inside my vagina. I'm wet right away, I don't have a problem with it like other girls.

He undresses me and licks my ass and clit. I only last 15 seconds and then I pull down his shorts and throw myself on top of him. I get on his cock. I'd like it harder, but I have to ease up a little. Despite my desire, his 19cm is too long for my Asian pussy and I have to moderate a little.

Author's comment. I've had 7 girlfriends before, but never a passionate one. With a normal girl, you have to try hard enough and actually work for the sex. Regardless of whether you satisfy her or not. That's why I don't even try very hard to be gentle and romantic in bed. I only do what I like for a girl to make her cum. Other than that, I'm more like an animal watching my instincts. But for a girl who really likes sex - one in 20 or 50, you don't have to work for it. It'll come naturally, and it'll consume you, you don't even know how.

Rarely do two passionate people meet. Then it's really very intense and uninhibited. More so than in an erotic film or a porn movie, where usually one or both of them just act it out or, on the contrary, because of the script one of the actors holds back, even though, for example, the porn actress goes into a real orgasmic trance. No one can play this mutual erotic and intimate intensity convincingly. Among others. Asian women really do have smaller pussies just like Asian men have smaller penises and black men have bigger ones. It's not superstition. For the most part, it's about being small and petite, but it's also partly about race.

For only about 2 minutes I was able to enjoy the gentle and gradual stretching of my vagina in the horsie position. Then he flipped me onto my back and started fucking me with all his might. I couldn't scream because my siblings were in the next room. His cock was really long and it hurt. But I also liked it. That wasn't enough for him. After a while, he spread my legs completely. He rested them on his shoulders and fucked my little untrained for this Asian pussy really hard. Despite the pain, I came. My brown pussy was thoroughly fucked and a little red. I was bleeding even though I wasn't a virgin.

"Sorry," Vláďa said to me. I could see how sad he was. "It's okay, I liked it," I said truthfully.

"See you tomorrow?", he asked.

"I can't do it every day. I have to work and do other things too," I refused. I needed space for my son and other people to work and also to let my aching pussy rest. I could see him getting sad again.

"The day after tomorrow," I agreed to a closer date than I had originally planned.

We're going to the private pool. 10 people together, 1400 crowns an hour. That's not much. Vlad wants to go, but we're all Vietnamese, so we won't let him.

In the pool, he hugs, strokes and kisses me in front of my friends. They don't notice us, but they'll definitely deliver the message to the ex-boyfriend. His hands run over my ass and legs and I hug and squeeze him close. He's horny and so am I. I'm supposed to have sex with him here in front of my friends? Yeah, I feel like it. He reaches into my panties and pulls them aside a moment later. I've got my back to the pool wall and he's facing me. He guides his penis into my vagina. It's hard at first because the water washes away the secretions on the surface. After a while, he pushes into me and gently rubs. He gets deeper. I'm sandwiched between his body and the pool wall. My cunt has nowhere to go, but it doesn't want to. I like it. He fucks my pussy for a while and then we stop and go swimming. So I can't swim and I try my "doggy style", which is swimming a few meters before I grab the edge of the pool. Mm-hmm. Vietnam is a noodle stretched around the sea, so most of us are not far from the sea. But unlike the Czechs, most of us can't swim. We're a poor country and we don't have pools where kids can learn.

We're sitting on the karooke tonight. Boys and girls. All Vietnamese. Vlad's looking at one of my friends. I lean my head on his shoulder and I guilt him nicely. So he can feel me and know that I belong to him and he belongs to me. It works the same way on everyone. European women don't do it because they are too proud of it. For me it just means to combine the pleasant with the useful. I like to lean on my boyfriend and it makes him feel good too. It makes him feel manly. He asks me provocatively, "Are there Vietnamese girls here in Sapa for sex?"

"Laya!" I admonish him lightly and continue. "If you want, I'll bring you some from Vietnam. It costs 250,000,- for a year, including documents." I could see how shocked he was. He didn't say a word, didn't ask any questions. But he asked for it.

Author's comment: the idea that I can buy a slave for a year is completely beyond my comprehension, and even a person of a fairly adventurous nature does not experience many shocks of this intensity in a lifetime. There's a big difference between just hearing about it in the papers and being so close to it that it hangs purely on your decision. I wouldn't be able to do all that because of the basic contradictions with my moral convictions. As I say, it's completely beyond my comprehension, which is why I haven't even considered it. From a fantasy perspective, though, it's a fascinating idea, and there will be a second, already typically roughly erotic and entirely fictional, follow-up story about it.

We are going on a trip to the city of Tabor. We walk through the beautiful medieval town and eat in a garden in the main square. I ask Vladi: "What are we going to do?" "We'll go to our room", he grins. "You still want sex," I tell him. He doesn't say anything and gets sad again. Let's go to the room. He takes off my shorts and looks at my panties like they're a revelation. I take a bath and we sleep together. He fucks me hard again and after sex I bleed again, but less. I want to go for a bath but he catches me in front of the mirror in front of the closet and looks at me with avidity. He likes me. It pleases me. It's nice to have someone. Even though his dick is really long and my stomach still hurts.

The next day we go to the nearby ruins of Kozí Hrádek. We are there alone. We'll go behind the wall. He presses me against the wall and kisses me. He strokes my ass and my legs. I quickly kneel down and take his hard cock out of his crotch. I put it in my mouth and suck it. I jerk him off as I do. After about a minute or two, his cock starts leaking moistening secretion and I get foamy wet too. Vlad turns me to face the wall. He grabs my hips and pulls my jutting ass to him. He's about to thrust his cock into me, but suddenly we hear voices. Someone else is coming. We quickly pull up our panties and shorts and leave the place. We walk on the path of the swamp on the wooden footbridge. Vlad is looking for a good place to have sex, but I don't want to. "I'm getting bitten by mosquitoes," I say with a laugh and run away. In my room, of course, he's fucked me. And you can answer for yourself if he spared me after the teasing. He always tries his best to stretch me out and penetrate me as deep as he can. Sometimes when I'm about to have it - about to have an orgasm, I moan his name: "O Lajo"! So he knows it's close.

On the way back, he asks me: You probably get hit on a lot by Czech guys here, right? "Yeah, Balej. Cops", I say, laughing. "How so?", asks Vlad. "One time I didn't have my seatbelt on and they stopped me. They asked for a phone number. But I didn't want a cop."

"Why not?"

"They're short of money." I reply with a laugh. I don't mind saying it, maybe because I pay for everything with Vlad, although he often offers to pay. Maybe it's because I have enough money and maybe it's so he knows I can take care of myself.

"So how did it turn out with the cops?", the governor continues to ask. "I said I was pregnant and laughed. And they said I didn't look pregnant. So I said I was only three days pregnant. And I laughed again. I didn't give them the phone."

We go after my customers and I collect $2,000 or $3,000 from them. Vlad says in amazement, 'You've got a good job. You're driving around and collecting thousands of dollars.'" "Laja!" I admonished him. He looks like he doesn't know what to think. "I had a food stand, made money, and now I'm lending it out," I add by way of explanation. He thinks I'm a journalist and I don't have to spill the beans about smuggling Chinese into Germany. He doesn't think about it. He's still kind of scared. Sometimes we visit my friends in Sapa and I can see that they make him worried. Like when they play cards for money, I offer to join in. He hesitates and refuses. "You're always afraid", I comment a little reproachfully, and he gets sad again.

Maybe it's good that you don't completely understand each other's language. A lot of unpleasant things might just not get said. My world is very different from his, and I don't know if he'll fit in. But he loves the grilled pork and noodles - Bun cha - at Sapa.

I'm still bleeding during sex. But I'm getting used to it. As Vlad loads my little buns and gradually stretches them more and more. He's trying to spare my pussy a little, but he won't let him. He's like an animal. It feels good to fuck me hard. And me too. We always end up sweaty and fucked. We're both active, we don't leave it up to the other.

At Vlad's best friend's house, we're playing strip raining. He's known me for about 2 weeks and he's worried about me so he won't let me lose and we're off. He asks me later "Would you have sex with your buddy and me at the same time if I wanted to?" I nod and laugh. Vlad was very turned on by this.

The next few days, he tested my ass. He smeared me with deer tallow inside. It hurts. Gradually he spreads my ass more and more and takes his 19 cm long penis deeper - about halfway. I gasp in pain but hold on. Gradually I relax and have it all up my ass. It doesn't even hurt. His warm cum is flowing into my sore asshole. "Better the end than the ass," I tell him. He's very sad again and doesn't say anything. My ass is obviously very important to him. So I let him into my ass for the next few days and it's not even that uncomfortable anymore. I even take it out of my vagina and put it in my arse on a trip to Slapy. Sometimes she puts deer tallow on my ass so it doesn't itch and heals faster. He loves me, my son and my siblings and is very grateful for the sex stuff. I like being with him, even though I often don't understand what he says and don't know if he fits into my world.

He once saw 12 Chinese at my house that I was transferring. He greeted them in Vietnamese "Xin chao" but no one answered him. It was funny and sad at the same time because I couldn't explain it to him.

But after a few days, my brother relieved me of it. He asks Vladi: "Do you know what my sister's job is?" "Shut up," I shout at my brother. "Of course, she's a journalist", Vlada replies. "She's just like that. She's a mafia woman. She smuggles Chinese into Germany, my brother continues truthfully." Now he'll probably understand why we're collecting thousands of dollars from Vietnamese stallholders.

Vláďa answers his brother: "She'll have to stop, I'll take care of her".

A few days later, I'm ending the relationship. I don't understand Vlad's language. I don't know if he's right for me, even though I like him. Also, a couple of people I was transporting crashed, and I'm in trouble. I need my old friend's protection.

Vláďa waits for me for a few hours after announcing the break-up, about 500 meters in front of my house on an overgrown column just off the highway. He doesn't want to give up. He says, "I'll wait all night until you come." I write that I'm in Sweden and that I won't come.

I'll see you one last time to say goodbye. I said that I finally arrived and Vláďa wasn't there anymore. But it probably wouldn't have helped anyway. I explain to him the reasons for the breakup, how I feel. He's completely broken. We go to his house for the last time. We talk for a while and then he takes me in his arms and takes us to bed. I'm scared and he sees it. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he tells me with love and a sincere look in his eyes. That calms me down. He puts me to bed, but then his ex-girlfriend comes in. We're going to the subway. He walks a few meters and still holds me. He can't let me go. I let him go. It's about 6 subway. I let me go and he gently says, "Go on." We both want to cry, but nobody cries.

After a year, he left me a ring, a stuffed animal and a Czech-Vietnamese poem with my mother. I cried when I read it. A few months later, he went to Vietnam to find someone. He went to tell my parents he was getting married and I came and took him home. When he got off, he wanted to kiss me. I flinched. I thought about how to win him back, but it was stupid now. My ex-boyfriend and I weren't together anymore. I asked him to ask Vlad. Vlad replied that I was great and that he loved me very much, but that 3 weeks before the wedding he didn't want to reject his future wife anymore.

The last time I spoke to him on the phone was when he and his wife returned from Vietnam. He talked to me for a while, but I don't think he understood why I was calling. After a while he didn't feel well and put his wife on the phone. Like I used to put my boyfriend on the phone when I didn't know what to say anymore. I talked to his wife for a while, wished her luck and that's my last memory of Vlad.

Author's commentary: About a year after the end of the relationship, I was still asking around Vietnamese friends what "O Lajoo" meant before I realized it was my name.

Vlada Koranda 2024, owner of extasica.com

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