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The photos continued for the next half hour. Some were more tasteful than others, and she really got the full experience of seeing a white boy naked, at least as far as I was aware. Sometimes I would be squatting, other times standing straight up, one time she even got me to sit on the leather couch. It was an odd experience having my naked buttocks touch the woman’s couch, but I did as she said. Other times she strategically covered my nakedness with an object, such as a book. Regardless of the style of photo, however, my erection grew and grew.

We were finishing one photo when suddenly the front door opened. We both paused the photography session to look at the visitor.

In walked a slim Filipina woman at about five feet tall, with short brown hair. She had similarly slender features and a pointed chin. She was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. I guessed she was late thirties, early forties. The years however had been kind to her, preserving her natural beauty. Her skin was still supple, and her eyes had that sexy, determined quality to them that only Asian women are gifted with.

She was also, understandably, shocked at seeing a naked white man standing in her living room. “Oh my god!” She clapped her hand against her mouth. “Christa who is this!”

I was equally surprised. I rubbed my neck, knowing full well I had turned beet red. However, a quick glance downward revealed that my cock was further hardened, despite my embarrassment.

Christa explained the situation, all the while the woman stared at my junk, then my face, then my junk again, then my face again. As the explanation concluded, her expression turned from shock to flirtation. She extended a hand. “Hello there white boy, my name is Lia, Christa’s roommate.” She stepped close to me, almost unable to keep her eyes off of my cock.

I reached out to shake her hand. “My name is John.”

Instead, however, her hand reached down and encircled my erect penis. I shivered as her fingers were slightly cool to the touch. She squeezed me, feeling each contour and vein. “You’re very warm, John!”

She examined my member further. "You're not circumcised," she mused.

Christa was as surprised as I was. “Lia!” She exclaimed.

Lia shrugged. “A sexy white boy is standing naked in my house and I can’t touch him?” Still holding me with her cool grip, she scoffed and looked back at me. “Wonderful name,” she continued. “You are beautiful. But if I let go for a moment, can you turn around so I can look at you?”

I nodded. She relaxed her grip, and I did as she asked.

I felt her pat my left buttock. “Sexy bum!” I heard her say. She followed that comment with a wolf whistle. I turned to face the woman again, blushing at her lustful comments.

“Thank you,” I said sheepishly.

“No, thank you, John,” Lia replied, while ogling me and biting her lower lip. She glanced at Christa. “Now are you two going to have kasarian or not?”

That wasn’t a word I was familiar with. “What does kasarian mean?”

Now it was Christa’s turn to get red in the face. “It means... it means...”

Lia rolled her eyes. “It means sex, John. Are you two going to sleep together?”

This was, admittedly, what I had wanted. I felt my rod tighten at the thought. Struggling to keep myself from ejaculating all over these two, I faced Christa and said, “If... if it’s alright, I’d like to have sex with you.”