Singaporean tries BWC Ch. 02

Sunlight streamed through Amy's windows as she prepared for the day. She used to have to drag herself out of bed to reach office on time, but since the encounter with Sam yesterday, there was an undeniable spark in the air, seemingly giving her a boost of energy.

Memories of how Sam used her tiny Asian body replayed in her mind as she selected an outfit. Sam told her to prepare herself for her new responsibilities. While he didn't mention what they were, Amy knew she had to dress the part, she picked a black figure hugging dress that accentuates her curves. As Amy slipped into the figure-hugging dress, she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. The fabric clung to her curves in a way that made her feel undeniably attractive. She couldn't help but wonder why she had been so hesitant to showcase her figure before.

Amy smiled at the mirror and left for the office.

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As she entered the office, Amy caught several of her male colleagues stealing glances at her as they pretended to be engrossed in their work. A sly smile played on her lips, knowing that the figure-hugging dress she had chosen was garnering attention. Amy thought about how she would have felt embarrassed at the thought of men looking at her, now, she felt herself unbothered by their gazing eyes. In fact, she felt a hint of amusement, the night with Sam seemed to empower her in a way. After all, she knew that her SIngaporean colleagues could never match up to the big white cock Sam had between his legs.

Amy opened her laptop and she immersed herself in her work. Tasks which seemed challenging just yesterday seemed like a breeze today. It was almost as if Sam's touch had some magical properties which elevated Amy's performance and confidence. Amy looked towards Eunice's status - offline. Her immediate supervisor had taken a few days off to take care of her child who had fallen sick. Amy recalled how Eunice had shared that she used to be shy and quiet, but it was under the guidance of their director Sam that she became more confident and outspoken, and got quickly promoted to a senior manager.

I wonder how Sam provided guidance to Eunice...

A notification popped-up on her laptop, breaking her train of thought. It was from her director. "My office, now."

As Amy made her way towards Sam's private office, she passed by the section reserved for the senior managers. An observation struck her as she walked by: virtually all of the senior managers were white, save for a handful of Asian faces. The confidence she felt earlier with her Singaporean colleagues slowly faded away, giving way to a sense of arousal. By the time she reached her director's office, her heart rate had increased and she felt a slight wetness in between her legs. The empowerment she previously had was gone, replaced by a desire to serve her white boss.

Amy's heart pounded in her chest when she stepped into the room, Sam's commanding presence dominated the room, his gaze fixing on her. "Close the door, Amy," Sam's voice was low and authoritative, his words sending a jolt of anticipation through her. "Stand here," Sam gestured to the spot in front of him. Amy complied, her mind racing with thoughts of what was about to unfold.

"You look good Amy, I love the way the dress shows off your figure." Sam's voice held a note of approval, and a surge of happiness washed over her. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to her that he had noticed. "Thank you, sir," Amy's voice was soft, her heart fluttering at his praise. Sam leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering as he continued to speak. "You're a bright young woman, Amy. And I believe that you have a lot of potential. But potential needs to be nurtured. It needs guidance."

Amy's cheeks flushed red at the guidance which Sam was about to give her. She thought about the Singaporean senior managers sitting outside. They were all attractive young women, and at the peak of their careers. Did all of them receive this sort of guidance? What about her confident and self-assured manager Eunice? Surely she did not...

"Kneel", Sam commanded. Amy's train of thoughts left her head as she tentatively sank to her knees before him, her gaze still locked with his, a gesture of submission, a silent acknowledgment of his power over her. Amy's hands automatically moved to Sam's pants, stroking the bulge on his pants. Her fingers moved to unzip his pants, revealing his big white cock. While she had already acquainted herself with his cock yesterday, the mass of it was still a sight to her. It was 7 inches long, thick, and highlighted by an angry crimson red at the head.

A mental image of her boyfriend Max's smaller tool flashed into her mind, giving her an arousal mixture of guilt and desire. She took in the scent of Sam's masculinity, intoxicating her senses.

I...I need it so badly.

Amy's lips instinctively parted, kissing Sam's cock gently.

"Come on Amy," Sam placed his hand behind her head, "show me just how much of a slut you are." He pushed his cock down Amy's throat. Amy's eyes widened as she tried to accommodate Sam's size. She had to struggle to breathe and gagged multiple times. Despite this, she enjoyed giving Sam a blowjob. Amy enjoyed the low groans that Sam was making, signalling to Amy that she was doing a good job. She enjoyed the way Sam's big cock was making her throat feel so full. And she enjoyed being on her knees, sucking her director's big white cock like a good Singaporean slut.

She felt the familiar ache building between her legs and her hands moved to address it. She was shocked to find that she was already wet just from the blowjob - something which never happens with Max.

It seemed as though there was a magic button in her throat that only Sam's cock was big enough to touch. Amy's pleasure started building up each time his cock hit the back of her throat. She fingered herself to the tempo of blowjob, pushing her finger inside her aching pussy everytime Sam pushed his thick white cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm... that's a good asian slut," Amy continued sucking on the big white cock in her mouth. "You're going to make me cum you know that?" Sam moaned, "no Asian slut has ever made me cum with just a blowjob". Sam's praises only serve to make Amy wetter. The ache between her legs started increasing as Sam thrust himself into her, holding on to Amy's head and groaning as he shot his hot load deep into her throat.

The sensation of the load shooting down her throat as well as the movements of her fingers was too much for Amy and a wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her world spinned and her muscles tensed and trembled as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

Sam pulled his cock out of her mouth and Amy fell to the ground. She took the moment to catch her breath and savour the taste of his load. She had swallowed every drop, treating it as proof that she was able to serve her white boss well.

Before she could recover from the intense climax, Sam pulled her up to sit on the mahogany desk facing him. Amy's eyes widened as she saw that Sam was still hard.

Max would always turn soft after climaxing....

"You didn't think that was the end, did you?" Sam asked. "Come on, pull your dress up for me."

Amy pulled the bottom of the dress up to her waist, exposing her glistening wet pussy for Sam to see. Sam smiled, "Just a blowjob, we haven't even fucked and you're already so wet." He lined up his big white cock against her pussy and slowly grazed the head of his cock against her aching hole. Sam watched Amy's body writing desperation, eager to take him in. He tenderly stroked his cock against her pussy lips, "Amy, if you want it," Sam grinned arrogantly, " I need you to tell me how much bigger and better I am."

I.... but Max...I don't...

A tiny voice flashed in her mind for a brief second, seeming to remind her of the innocent girl she used to be. Then, Sam nudged the head of his cock an inch forward, parting her lips between her legs, and eliciting a moan from her mouth. Her moan drowned out the tiny voice in her head, and in that moment, Amy felt like a switch had been flipped within her.

"You, sir...", Amy said gingerly at first, "you're so much bigger...." Sam pushed his cock a little deeper, "you feel so much better than Max". He moved forward a couple more inches, "mmmm, yes, it feels so good," Amy's voice became louder. Max smirked and pushed forward once more, his pelvis hitting hers, plunging his cock fully inside her. An audible moan left her mouth, and any remnant of guilt left with it. Any trace of the innocent girl was lost to the pleasures Amy was receiving, replaced by a hungry Singaporean slut who craved something more, her director's white cock.

Sam was grinding himself against her, each plunge his cock evoking a moan from her, each louder than the last. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me harder!" Amy moaned, her legs wrapping around Sam's waist, desperate to pull him deeper inside her, "...ohh fuck, mmm yes, fuck!" Sam leaned forward and placed one hand on Amy's breasts, pinching a nipple over her dress. Amy squealed lustfully, arching her back, and enjoying the captivating sensations that Sam was giving her.

"Mmm yes, fuck me hard!" Amy relished in the pleasure that her director was giving her. One of her hands fell between her legs, strumming at her aching clit while Sam continued to push his white cock deeper and deeper into her Asian pussy. It just seemed so right, letting herself be conquered by her white boss and losing herself in the pleasures despite the fact that she had her loving Singaporean boyfriend.

Sam smiled to himself, watching the Singaporean intern half his age behaving like a slut for him. "Come here," Sam reluctantly pulled himself out Amy's body and brought her to the glass walls, the blinds hiding their secret tryst from the office. He turned Amy around and pushed her against the glass wall. He took a moment to admire Amy's shapely ass. It has only been a month since the cute Singaporean intern joined his company. Sam had his sights set on her ever since Amy's first day in office. In fact, her looks was one of the main reasons he hired her in the first place. He licked his lips and smirked, happy that his gamble yesterday paid off.

Sam pulled the blinds just slightly so that they would be able to peer outside without their colleagues noticing.

"Tell me Amy," Sam started driving himself into her body again, "what do you see?"

"Our colleagues?" she replied without thinking, her mind more focused on the pleasure Sam was giving her. Sam laughed, giving her ass a light spank. "No, try again."

Amy peered through the blinds, noticing their colleagues hard at work, either busy typing something on the laptops or on the phone. She felt confused at first, not sure what Sam wanted her to say, all she could think about was how good he felt inside her. "Or rather, who do you see?", Sam prompted.

Amy looked again, aside from a few Singaporeans, most of the senior managers were white, which wasn't that surprising given that this was an international company. Amy slowly started to come to a realisation, most of the Singaporean senior managers, no, all of them were attractive women. The revelation sent a quiver down her spine. Amy wasn't a feminist, but she was taught anyone who was hardworking enough would get promoted. In this office however, it seems that you need more than hard work to be successful. Amy knew that she should have felt unjust, shocked, and indignant at the implications, but with Sam's white cock inside her, the realisation was making her feel aroused.

"Smart girl," Sam seemed to know that Amy made the connection. He leaned forward and Amy felt his breath on her ear. He noted one of the girls talking on the phone, "that's Jessica, one look at her and you'd know that she's down for anything. She threw herself at me even before I said anything." Sam fucked Amy from behind rythmically, identifying the girls to the same tempo. It was almost hypnotic, with each thrust, Sam identified another one of his Singaporean conquests. Sam's pointing out of his proteges only served to make Amy hornier, and her hand dipped down to her legs to strum at her clit.

"And of course, Eunice. Eunice was reluctant at first, wanting to stay loyal to her husband," Amy's ears perked up at the mention of her direct supervisor, who was away from office today. "She needed some convincing of course, but once she had a taste of her first white cock," Sam chuckled, slapping Amy's butt as if to make a point "let's just say even though she's married to him, she's all mine."

The realisation that her supervisor Eunice was a part of this too was only making Amy feel hornier. There was something so hot about the idea of giving up her body for career advancement. And of course, the big white cock in her was only serving to make her wetter. "Tell me Amy, do you want to be a part of all this?"

Her fingers danced between her legs, rubbing her clit intensely. "Fucking god! Fuck yes! Please, I want it!"

"Hmmm, good little Asian slut," Sam picked up the tempo, feeling Amy's wet pussy squeezing at his cock each time he entered her. Sam spanked her ass, letting the sound of the slaps resonate in his office. He glanced at the small mirror placed strategically in his office. There he was, thrusting his white cock into the Asian pussy in front of him. The Singaporean intern, who just yesterday was an innocent and loyal girlfriend, now has her dress pulled up to her waist and ass offered to him. "Mmm, I love fucking sluts like you."

"I'm.. I'm..." Amy couldn't talk anymore as she reached her climax, her pussy tightly clenching to Sam's cock. Amy's mouth opened, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her nipples hardened through her black dress as waves of pleasure washed across her whole body. The pleasure was too much and she blanked out.

When she came to, she found herself on her knees, with Sam's cock in her mouth. She instinctively started sucking on it, tasting her sweet juices on his heavy rod. Sam grabbed the back of her head and stuck his cock deep into her mouth. He groaned, letting out thick streams of cum deep down her throat. While Amy managed to keep most of his cum, a few drops left her mouth and leaked to her black dress.

Amy leaned on the carpet floor, sweat glistening down her body. She took a moment to catch her breath, basking in the afterglow of her climax. If there were still parts of the innocent Singaporean girl left in her body this morning, the orgasm she just received flushed all traces out. She was now fully committed to her role as Sam's Singaporean slut, his protege.

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Amy tried to freshen up as best as she could. Her lipstick was slightly smudged and her hair a little messy. She took a tissue and gently wiped off the smudged lipstick. Then, she combed her fingers through her hair, trying to straighten it as best as she could. As she adjusted her attire, she looked at her reflection and noticed the stains on her dress caused by Sam's cum. She was able to wipe most of it off, but one small stain near her waist remained stubbornly. After a few moments, she gave up on the cleaning. Sam, now on the phone with a client, waved her away.

Discreetly, Amy made her way back to her seat, hoping nobody notices her quick work tryst with her boss. As she passed by the section reserved for the senior managers, her mind raced with thoughts. She noticed the Singaporean senior managers. They looked so elegant and immaculate. They wore dresses that highlighted their figures while still remaining graceful, and had branded bags sitting on their tables, all serving to accentuate the air of sophistication that they were giving off. They were gorgeous, intelligent, and high in their careers, the textbook image of a successful person.

And all serving Sam.

Amy has always looked up to women like them. Smart, successful, beautiful. After today, she felt a connection to them.

Am I really like them now?

As she took her seat at her desk, her mind was still spinning with emotions. Amy looked at the stain on her dress, a secret reminder of her secret tryst. One of her male colleagues asked her what she did in their director's office.

"Oh nothing much, just some talk about the company. You know, usual stuff they say to interns," she replied amiably, keeping up her innocent facade. Amy couldn't help but smile to herself. She felt as though she joined a secret club of confident and attractive women, who knew what they wanted and would do anything they could to achieve it.

This is what I want too.

She got back to work, typing and sending out emails, getting busy with her clients' projects.

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Amy's phone vibrated, a notification lit up her screen. It was her boyfriend, Max. "Hey babe, just a reminder of our dinner date later tonight. See you!" Amy had been so engrossed in her new role that she had completely forgotten about her dinner with Max today. She let out a quick sigh and quickly gathered her belongings.

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"So yea, it's been quite a rough day for me but everything is okay now that I'm having dinner with you." Max smiled. "Anyway, how about you babe? Anything exciting happened today?"

Exciting... the word rang in her ears.

"Nothing exciting," Amy lied, "you know how it is, just the usual spreadsheets and emails." Amy gave him a polite smile. Throughout the dinner, she tried to be present and engage in conversation with Max, but her mind kept making subconscious comparisons between Sam and Max. While Sam was confident and self-assured, Max was polite and reserved. To be clear, Max was a good catch, a great catch even. Max was good-looking, he came from a wealthy family, and is a respectful and just an overall great guy. Amy knew that Max would have no problem finding another girl easily and that she should feel lucky to be with him.

Instead, she felt bored.

Amy's mind kept drifting off and she found it hard to even concentrate on what Max was saying. She would give a fake giggle or smile every now and then, but deep in her heart, she wished she was having dinner with her director instead. Max's voice became a distant whisper as wandered to the memory of being a plaything for Sam earlier in the afternoon. Her body shuddered at the recollection of how her white boss pressed her against the glass walls, fucking her just metres away from their colleagues.

"Shall we?" Max tapped her hand, bringing her back to reality.

"Huh, oh right, let's go."

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The couple took a walk in the nearby park, as they always do after a meal. Max fingers tenderly brushed against her. Max pulled Amy closer to him and gently cupped her face with his hands. He looked at her eyes lovingly.

"You look gorgeous in this dress," he smiled gently and slowly moved in to kiss her, "I love you."

It was supposed to be a romantic scene. A couple, in sweet embrace, kissing under the soft glow of the moonlight. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, not because she enjoyed it, but because it was a part of her 'girlfriend duties'. Max kissed her slowly and gently, the way a loving husband would kiss his wife, the way a fairytale prince would kiss the princess at the end of the story. Amy knew that she should feel blissful. Amy knew that Max was the "perfect match" for her. However, to Amy, it was anything but. It was just too slow and lacking passion.

Max's hands moved down and rested on Amy's waist. His fingers touched that part of her dress, the part which had the stain from Amy's earlier session with Sam. Amy thought about what was happening. Her loving boyfriend was gently kissing her, kissing the lips which had touched her boss's white cock earlier in the day. His hands were lingering on her waist, unknowingly touching the stain on her dress left by another man's cum.