Deek… too long, she said. I thought: what a great hooker. She’s roleplaying. Making me feel better about my small cock. I put the tip in for a second and then pushed it in with maximum force. She screamed and screamed. She wasn’t kidding; it was hurting her badly. Her cries of fear and agony made me cum too fast. I rolled off her and turned on the hotel TV.
A movie called Ninja: Shadow of a Tear was playing on Filipino Cinemax. A white ninja demonstrates his skill in a paper walled dojo in Japan. His opponent is a fierce Asian woman. She charges him again and again with the jo. Each time he flips her on her back. Never underestimate the ruthlessness of the enemy, he tells his students. Especially… if you’re married. On the ground, she smiles.
The ninja couple head home. Over dinner they chat about respect and tradition and other oriental matters. He heads to the mall to buy her a present. A necklace. The Japanese symbol for happiness. The merchant shows him several. He picks the most oriental tradition-ish one. Outside, a miscreant clocks him through the store window.
As he leaves, the ne’er-do-well and an accomplice try to mug him. Fortunately he is a ninja. You can take this, he says, producing his wallet. Money can be replaced. But you can’t have this, he says, waving the jewelry box.
Oh no, old man. We’ll take… everything.
The muggers produce knives. The ninja defeats them both with some kind of necktie. Later, as he wraps the necklace around Kimiko’s pronounced collarbones, he makes no mention of the incident. Oh Casey, it’s beautiful, she says.
Later the muggers break into his house and kill his wife by kicking her to death. I had to infer this later because Marian was distracting me pinching my nipples. I came back into it as Casey was traveling from dojo to dojo asking: WHO TEACHES THE TRIPLE KICK?
I guess the wife had three footprints on her face. Killed by the same guys here husband defeated. She must have been a shitty ninja.
He approaches an old friend for advice. A Japanese guy who runs his own dojo. They both trained under this guy’s father. Another conversation about how Japanese the white guy is. Remember that my father taught us respect, tradition etc. (gong sounds) Also so and so teaches the triple kick.
He goes to track down the evil drug dealing triple kick ninjas. Things get hazy again because Marian is taking pictures of her naked body with my phone. I can’t believe she’s not fifteen years old. She’s jabbering about some other white guy. He took her to Subic Bay on a scooter; she makes a “reeeahh reeaahhh” scooter sound. Now I want to take her on a scooter too. Move here. Fill her with babies. She stirs primitive fish stew in our cinder block hut with an old cockfighting billboard for the roof. The instant she plops out one malnourished child I’ll make her pregnant again. The ninja fights a guy in a graveyard. He’s about to get his ass beat. But he’s thrown onto a suspiciously loose patch of earth. Turns out it’s an ancient ninja graveyard. He’s come upon a buried chest of ninja weapons. I’m getting hard again. I get back on top of Marian. This time I’ll be a gentle considerate lover. But I like hearing her hurt too much. She screams again and it makes me cum too fast.
In the final battle the ninja faces another ninja. The latter’s dojo is a front for a drug ring. They start off hand to hand but the hero ninja gets thrown through a wall into a museum of ancient ninja weapons. What luck. He prevails. The whole time I thought the guy was Jeff Speakman and the movie was from 1989. It was made last year.
In the days after, I missed her laugh. I’d have kept her with me but my buddy fucked her raw for a thousand pesos. Sent me a pic of her pussy covered with cum. So I moved on. We’re facebook friends now. Her latest post is about some whore stealing her boyfriend.