7 comments/ 8031 views/ 11 favorites Ali Finds Love from Abroad By: ashadebetter Ali had been talking to Eddie on line for the past few months. He lived in California, she in Bangkok. They met through an on-line dating site for Thai women. He had visited Thailand as a guest professor at Maidhol University and fell in love with the culture and its people. He was divorced, she never married, and each was searching for their next great love. Ali was 41 and Eddie several years her senior. Yet, for both of them, there was an attraction that went far beyond their age difference. She wanted a new life abroad, away from memories of past situations and Eddie seemed to be her savior. For Eddie, Ali was a sexy, vibrant, woman that could make him feel years younger. Ali understood the risks of this game. There were many men that came on the site to woo the beautiful women of Thailand and once they had their way with them, they were gone. Ali had a previous such experience with a German man that made promises but failed to keep them. For her, the promise of a new life in a faraway land was overwhelming. Although well educated, she could barely find work as a real estate professional. Moreover, competition for solid male companions on these sites was fierce. There were lots of Thai working girls who would lure her man away. Indeed, Ali knew first-hand the role of twenty-something women entertaining foreign males looking for sexual companionship. ****** "Ali!" The 'mamasan' yelled. "Get your ass out and dance. How do you expect to make any money sitting back here?" A barely eighteen year-old Ali turned to Pica. "I hate this! I hate these men! I hate dancing for them, playing them, having sex with them!" Pica replied. "How will you pay for college then? Do you think the money is just going to fall in your lap? Just close your eyes and think about the life you'll have someday." Ali was new to the trade. Pica was in her late twenties and helped mamasan recruit her and train her. For that she was paid a finder's fee. Like Ali, Pica started out in the business trying to save to go to a good college but soon fell under the spell of easy money. At twenty-nine she still had a good body and could average 3,000 Thai Bhat (about $100) a night when the right business men came into the bar. More, if she was extra nice and earned a tip. Much more if they asked to spend a few days with her. Men came into the bar and watched the girls dance on stage. Once a man showed interest, the girl would join him at the bar and quickly seduce him (not that any real seduction was required) to spend some time with her. She would kiss his neck and nibble on his ear while her hand roamed over his crotch and caressed his straining cock. He would then pay mammasan a "bar tax" and they would head off to a cab. Everybody got a piece of the action. The man would be encouraged by the girl to tip the cabby well. "He know good place. We go." The cabby would then take them to a small but clean motel where they could spend an hour or two together. On the way there, the girl and her man would be ignored by the cabby and get the festivities underway early. Once they reached the motel, a manager collected a fee for the room. The room was supplied with condoms, cheap champagne, a bed, shower, and not much more. Once finished, the manager would then call them each a cab to go their separate ways, the customer being required to pay for all of it. For a little extra, the customer could also arrange to take the girl back to his hotel room, if the hotel was 'bar girl' friendly. Even some of the most upscale hotels in Bangkok played the game and the doorman and elevator operator were, of course, generously tipped and shared that tip with the other hotel staff. The biggest tips went to the manager who allowed all of this to happen. Going to the customer's hotel was a little more risky for the ladies. The small motels actually had concealed cameras in the rooms and on-site security would deal with any roughness not tolerated by the girl. But, going to the man's hotel often meant the girls assumed the risk of being in an uncontrolled environment. With that risk was negotiated a higher fee for staying all night, and assuming that risk. If a girl was fortunate to get a nice guy to take her back to his hotel, she could make substantially more money for the night. Mammasan would keep track and if she failed to show up to dance after a couple of hours, mammasan would expect a larger cut of the night's earnings. But, the biggest earning potential for the girls would be the 'girlfriend' experience. Occasionally, a customer would like the girl so much that he would ask her to stay with him for a few days, and would be willing to pay as much as 15,000 Thai Bhat (about $500) a day for her company. The girls loved this! Normally a customer wanting a girl for a few days was a safe bet. Not only were they making good money but the customer would often take them out to dinner, or clubbing, or even shopping. Over the years, Pica had certainly had a fair number of such clients. And, like most working Thai girls, she would do her best to make her customer fall for her, hoping against hope that he didn't have a wife and kids at home, and might marry her and take her back to the US with him. As one would expect though, such an outcome was a rare as snow fall in Bangkok. Those that stayed in the business eventually lost their ability to attract such customers to the new 'hotties' coming up and most would end up alone, often with a mixed breed child, or, working as a mammsan. Indeed, most of this industry was designed to handle American GIs during the Vietnam war, and many of the girls working now were second generation 'bar girls', their daddy's long gone back to the US and their mommy's considering this a normal life for a young Thai girl. "You want some of this?" Pica offered Ali a line of blow. "It will help you get through the night." Ali shook her head no, then headed to the dance stage. ****** Ali kept in touch with Pica. Pica was now in her early fifties and ran a bar downtown. They had remained friends over the years thanks to a bad experience when Pica was in her mid-thirties. Pica had 'seduced' a customer and taken him back to the motel. Things were kind of rough. They both had been partying pretty heavily and the john was a handful. He wanted anal sex and Pica attempted to negotiate a better fee for this service. The customer was having none of it and, before the security men arrived, the customer had pulled a knife and sliced her cheek. From that moment on she was damaged goods. Unable to attract higher-paying customers she was on her way out, no money saved, the education she always longed for just a dream that was as limp as many of her customer's dicks. Luckily, she still had a good body and the bar owner made it clear that the job of mammsan could be hers, if she was willing to earn it. The best thing to come out of it was a realization that drug use contributed to her downfall. Pica became a friend and mentor to Ali, encouraging her to stay focused of the reasons she was in the business, and to stay off drugs. By the time Ali was twenty-eight, she had put away enough money to go to the finest business school in Bangkok. ****** After graduation, Ali got into real estate. She was cute, sexy, and knew her way around a man... how to flirt, make him laugh, and, get him hard, and she put these talents to good use. Her manager took an interest in her immediately during her interview. She had seductive Asian eyes, a button nose and full pouty lips. She was dressed somewhat provocatively, in a 'V' cut white silk blouse, a short black skirt, and black boots with 4" heels that came up over her knees. Her 5'1" form was flawless. Her tight, little perfect ass had seduced many a man, just with her hip-swaying walk. She was braless and her perky B cup tits swayed as she moved. Her nipples straining at the silk of her blouse, her straight black hair reaching down as if to caress them, provided a focal point that would cause any man's mind to wander, and wander it did. From the moment they first met, Kino was ready to fuck her. He hired her on the spot. Over the next several weeks Kino would stop by her office or accompany her to property showings and spend as much time with her as he could. She knew that keeping him interested would be a key to her success. And, it worked. Kino was steering choice properties her way, bypassing more senior male and even some female sales associates. She did very well her first year there and saved enough of her commissions to afford purchase of her own small condo. Kino, of course, personally handled the sale. He constantly hinted that he would like to pursue a relationship, going so far as to make mention of how her place was on his way home from the office and that perhaps he should stop by occasionally and say hello. But, Ali kept him at bay, flirting just enough to keep his attention and being coy enough to keep her married boss at arm's length. Kino's real estate office was a franchise of a much bigger organization. This was a subsidiary of a mega reality organization in the US. Kino received word of a large meeting of Asian realtors in Tokyo that was being funded by the parent company to discuss new strategies for expanding markets along the Pacific rim. As one of Kino's top sellers (of those hand-selected choice properties), Ali was invited to attend. A half-dozen of Kino's staff were attending, but he was only interested in spending time with one. On their second night in Tokyo, Ali heard a knock at her hotel room door. She had just got out of a relaxing bath, had just finished blow drying her hair, and was dressed only in a lacy thong. She quickly threw on a robe and answered the door to find Kino standing there. "Can I come in?" "Ah... sure." "I see you're getting settled in for the night." "Yes, I just got out of the bath and was about to go over the materials for tomorrow's session." "Perfect, we can review them together." Kino came in and closed the door behind him. Ali, thought about saying that she would rather be alone, but relented. She headed to her closet and quickly picked out some clothes. "Don't get dressed on my account." Kino approached her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You know I've always had a thing for you Ali. I've mentored you, nurtured you, given you great properties, and look where you are, at an international sales force meeting for the top earners. "With those words, Kino leaned in and kissed her. Ali knew this was coming. She knew that eventually she would need to pay for all that special treatment. She half-heartedly resisted, turning her head to the side of Kino's advances. "But, Kino, you're married and have children." "It's Ok my darling. No one will ever know." Kino guided her to the bed and she lay back. Her robe opened and Kino got his first look at her delights. Memories of all those customers from her days as a bar girl came flooding back and her instincts kicked in. Kino was just another customer and she would service him accordingly. Kino unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. His cock was hard and straining to be free of his boxers and he accommodated it by taking them off. He quickly shed his shirt then joined her on the bed. He kissed her and she reluctantly returned the kiss. His hands clumsily roamed over her body. And she instinctively responded to his touch. He slid his hand between her legs and pulled at her thong, removing it one leg at a time. He massaged her sex and she lost herself in the pleasure to avoid thinking about why she was with this man. He inserted a finger into her wetness and her hips unconsciously writhed. He rolled over and pulled her atop him. He pushed her head down, guiding her to his meat. She took him between her lips and he gasped. She coated his cock with her saliva as she stroked him in and out of her. She worked him like a pro. Her kisses were wet, teasing, and he grew in her mouth. His hips thrust at her with every swallow. Above all else, she was a woman and the feel of his cock in her grasp, the tip in her mouth, after being alone for so long, made her moisten. She released him from her grasp and rose over him then deftly reached back and guided him to her hole. She took his shaft in whole and buried it deep inside her. She tried not to look upon him but instead concentrated on the penetration. She rocked forward then slammed herself down on him again and again, grinding her clit into his pubic hair, stimulating herself toward release. As orgasms go it wouldn't be described as 'orgamisc' but it served its purpose and she lost herself to its distraction as she released herself upon him. As she came down from her climax, he rolled her over and was now between her legs, continuing to pound her with his man meat. He held her tight and she felt him swelling inside her. His breath hitched and he reached down and grabbed his erection and withdrew as he came. "Arrrgghhh!" His baby batter sputtered from his slit and left pearls of warm jiz on her flat belly. He lurched forward and rested atop her and was soon fast asleep. He visited her twice more during their stay and over the next three years he dropped by her condo regularly. And, the choice properties continued to come her way. Then, one day, a new young hottie was hired and suddenly the visits to her condo stopped and she had to scrap and compete for every sale. She suddenly had a new friend as Jewel approached her at lunch one day and offered her condolences. "You lasted longer than I did sweety." Jewel said. ****** Ali remained with the organization over the years and eked out a meager living. Suddenly, she was 41, never married, and alone. It was Jewel that suggested ThaiCupid.com Ali placed her profile on line. Many men, most from the United States, responded. Most of them were awful. Dishonest, married, unattractive, looking for a quick Thai "sexcation" with a local girl, rather than the 'bar girls'. Indeed, she had fallen prey to a couple of these. They had promised her the world only to deliver heartbreak. They would ply her with promises for weeks and when she thought they were her future they would visit. When she asked when they could visit, they had plans already in place. "I want see you, When you come Thai?" "I'm going to be there for one week starting the 23rd." That was the typical response to her question. These lovers expected to visit even before she invited them. They would meet for a date, dinner, dancing, then they would want to head back to their hotel room for sex. She, of course, resisted, wanting to find love and not willing to take sex as a consolation prize. In one case, it was blatantly obvious as the 'gentleman' was receiving constant text messages while they were together. He excused himself to go to the restroom while they were at dinner. She could not resist looking at his phone he mistakenly left behind, only to find messages from other Thai woman that he intended to fuck while in town. In most cases though, the gentleman left, cock unsatisfied , promising to send for her, only to never be heard from again. Eddie was different though. From the very first emails she could tell. He was divorced about two years and conversed about other things his contemporaries never revealed to her. He talked of his children in college, his job, and his hobbies. Sure, he made comments of her beauty as well but he had no plans (that she knew of) to visit anytime soon. They talked for several weeks, and he seemed generally interested in her. They would Skype frequently. "Teach me how to say 'you are beautiful'." "Khuṇ s̄wy." Was her blushing reply. "When you come see me?" "I'm not sure." Eddie replied. "I have to find someone to watch my patients. It could take a while to arrange." Eddie and Ali continued to get to know each other online. And, he surprised her by sending her some jewelry from the United States... a silver necklace, earrings, and an ankle bracelet. Ali knew that he was special and talked about him with Pica. "He's different than the others. All the other men had pre-arranged travel and were just trying to arrange to see me before we even got to know each other. He is finally coming to see me." "He sounds too good to be true." Replied Pica. "A doctor? A surgeon? How can you be so sure he is real?" "He told me to look him up on Linked In. Here. Look at his profile." "He's cute, and I guess he is what he says he is. Now you have to make sure that he doesn't get away Ali." "He tells me he is only talking to me." "Make sure of it. When is he coming?" "In two weeks. He has a reservation at the Grand Hyatt. So how do I make sure that I am the only woman he talks to?" "Find out when he is planning to arrive and wait for him outside of customs. You'll be able to see if he's meeting anybody else. If not, make sure he's all yours. You know how to make a man yours." Pica was right. Ali knew how to seduce a man and make him hers. She put her plan in place. ****** The afternoon of Eddie's arrival Ali was dropped at the airport by Pica. Part of Ali's plan was to use the cab ride from the airport as 'get acquainted' time with Eddie. "Nice. Not too slutty. Sexy enough." Pica said. Ali was dressed in a in a pleated skirt that was cut mid-thigh. Her black silk stockings were garter-less and stood as pillars surrounding her French-cut lace panties. She wore a silk green floral print blouse that accented her dark eyes. Her hair was in a soft curl extending mid-way down her back with a curl caressing either breast in the front. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough that you could make out her black lace bra containing her 32 B cup breasts, making them jut out perfectly and allowing them to bounce with every step. Her three inch heels brought her height to five foot four inches, a few inches shorter than her prospective lover. Her ankle was framed by the silver anklet he sent he. Her ears adorned by the silver dangly earrings he had sent as well. Her makeup had been carefully applied to accent her hypnotic Asian eyes, and she laid a trail of Coco Chanel perfume from behind her ears, down her neck, to her cleavage, trailing to her belly and beyond. A touch on each wrist as well to aid her seduction completed her ensemble. As they pulled up to the front of Suvarnabhumi Airport, she freshened her lipstick in the car mirror. "Let me know how it goes. I'll assume if I don't hear from you for a day or two, you're too busy bedding your man. " Pica giggled. "Thanks... for everything." Ali said, and kissed the scarred cheek of her mentor before exiting the car and heading into the terminal to wait at the customs exit. ****** As Eddie exited customs, he saw her smiling face immediately. "Eddie!" Ali said as she flew into his embrace. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I want surprise you." She said as she looked around to make sure no one else was waiting for him. "Wow! You look even sexier in person. I can't believe you're here to meet me." "Were you expecting someone else?" "No, I just didn't expect to see you until tomorrow. I've been travelling for almost two full days. I must look awful. I didn't want to see you until I had a chance to rest and clean up." "It's Ok my love. You as handsome as I think you are. Sorry, my English not good." Her voice was even younger, cuter, more seducing, than it had sounded over Skype. "Baby, you're English is fine." "We get taxi." She said. As they walked, dragging his suitcase behind him, she put her arm around his waist and he his arm around her shoulders. When they got to the taxi line, they had a chance to face each other again. He smiled at her and she looked into his eyes. They kissed again but this time she parted her lips and searched for his tongue with hers, finding him, teasing him to follow her as she withdrew into her own sanctuary. They explored each other orally until the shrill of the taxi man's whistle interrupted them. They giggled and got into the cab. She spoke to the cab driver in Thai and he drove off toward the city. Ali Finds Love from Abroad As they headed away from the airport, Ali nestled into Eddie's loving embrace. He remarked how sexy she looked. She smiled and kissed him, dragging her French-tipped nails along his inner thigh as her hungry tongue explored his mouth. The driver did as he was told having recognized the former 'bar girl's' vernacular at the start of the trip and ignored them, knowing that he should expect a nice tip. "Oh Eddie, I missed you so much." Her arms held him tightly to her, her hands exploring his shoulders and chest while she whispered in his ear. "You want me darling?" "Yes Ali. I want you" He said as he returned her probing kisses. Soon they pulled up outside of an apartment building. Ali paid the cabby (including a nice tip) as she coaxed Eddie from the taxi. "This isn't the Hyatt babe." "It Ok. You come me." Sais replied in broken English. Eddie felt slightly uneasy as the driver handed him his suitcase. Ali took his empty hand and he followed her into the building. She walked across the lobby to an open elevator and they joined others as they boarded. Ali spoke in Thai and a young man toward the front pressed the button for the 12th floor. Upon reaching her floor, Ali pulled Eddie along as they left the elevator and headed down the hall. She stopped at #1221 and Eddie realized this was the address he had sent her gifts too several weeks earlier. She opened the door and he followed her into her small condo. As soon as she closed the door behind him she was at his side, her arms around his neck, pulling him to her for a kiss. "Ali, sweety, I've been travelling for two days. I need a shower, and some sleep, then we can go out." "You no need hotel. You stay me." She replied. "You take shower here, sleep here, stay me. I take care you." She kissed him again, passionately. Her hand explored him, her nails sending chills to his tired muscles. Her perfume wafted in his nostrils, intoxicating him, breaking down any remaining resistance of his already weakened form. "Ok, I'll shower then we'll talk." With that, she led him to her bedroom, pointing out the bathroom and handing him a fresh towel, on the way. She closed the door to give him privacy, at least for now. He put his suitcase on the floor in the corner and took out fresh underwear and clothing and set them aside. He stripped off his travel-worn clothing, wrapped the towel around his waist, gathered his toiletries, and opened the bedroom door. He could hear music coming from the living room and assumed that Ali was busy there. He ducked into the bathroom where he found the shower and started the water flowing while he applied shaving cream to his face. He shed his towel and opened the glass door and stepped into the steam and began shaving. Ali, knowing that he had started showering quickly went to the bedroom. The sun was retreating and she lit several candles giving the room a warm glow. She stripped to her lingerie, touched up her makeup and perfume, and lay on the bed, awaiting her lover. ****** Eddie finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair, shut off the water and exited the shower. He quickly toweled off, brushed his hair, applied some cologne and headed off toward the bedroom. He opened the door to find Ali waiting for him in the candlelight. A naughty smile crossed her lipstick freshened lips and she beckoned him with her curling index finger and wide Asian eyes. He let his towel drop as he crossed to her bed and she got her first look of his manhood. Though not completely hairless, he had a nicely trimmed ridge of hair above his prize. Not huge, his cock was certainly larger than most Thai men she had known and his balls hung loose and large. They were shaved clean and ready for her attention. He stood semi-rigid, but she would soon cure that. As he approached her bedside, she got up on all fours and crawled to him like a cat, her round-eyed gaze locked to his. She said not a word but gently kissed the tip of his outstretched cock with her ruby red lips, never touching him with her hands. She lashed out with her tongue and licked the underside of his mushroom. She plied his head with another red, wet kiss, her gaze still unbroken. His cock responded to this teasing and he hardened. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from his slit and she retrieved it with her tongue, smearing it along her upper lips then, withdrawing her tongue, she savored its taste. She opened her soft, puffy lips and encompassed his head, her tongue swirling around it, bathing it in her saliva. A moan escaped his lips as she gently sucked him in. Her head bobbed gently up and down on him, taking a third of his shaft, then letting it retreat until the ridge met her lipstick. With each retreat her tongue would wash over his slit and retrieve a new bolus of his pearly dew for her enjoyment. With each new stroke he would moan signaling his surrender. Her nails raked his thighs, climbing higher and higher along his abdomen. As they reached his chest she released his cock from her mouth and trailed behind, with soft wet kisses as she rose. As her fingers crested his shoulders her lips found his, her tongue probing, teasing, seducing her lover to join in the dance. He embraced her petite form as their tongues probed each other. A hand wandered over her back, tracing her spine from her neck to her ass while the other rested on the lace covering her breast. She moaned into his open mouth as he kneaded her, the lace of her bra harsh against her soft flesh. His hand cupped her tiny ass cheek, crushing her to him and the lace of her panties dragged across her slit. Her nails dragged across the nape of his neck, encouraging him to deepen his kiss. His hardness pressed into her belly. His hand left her breast momentarily, following the strap of her bra to its clasp. She giggled as he fumbled with it and broke off the kiss and leaned back from him. Her eyes re-engaged his, snaring him once again in her hypnotic gaze as she deftly reached back and unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall from her arms. Her hands came to his chest again, her fingers grazing over the landscape of his hair. He tightened his grip on her ass, pulling her to him, his hand returning to her now bare breast. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb and she moaned, tossing her head back, offering her neck to him. He kissed her neck and lashed the crest of her ear with is tongue. He gently took her ear lobe between his lips, kissing it, adorning it with love. The silver earring he had sent her dragged across the flesh of her neck sending chills down her spine to her very core. He inhaled her floral scent and it heightened his passion as she had intended. He kissed her neck, probing wet kisses that drilled into her flesh. The ache in her loins intensified, her labia swelling, secreting her lubricating juices, preparing her for mating, releasing pheromones that would seduce her lover as nature had intended and Darwinism demanded. His lips melded with hers and her tongue continued its seductive dance. She lay back on the bed and drew her with him. She had done this hundreds of times in her youth but this time it was truly for her as much as it was for him. His lips disengaged from hers and began to move southward. He plied her with soft wet kisses, following the trail of her floral scent down her neck to her center and into the valley between her soft mounds of flesh. The trail led him to her mound where his tongue circled her small areola, brushing the side of her nipple. He opened his lips and encased it, his tongue battering it, his hand kneading her flesh, as his cheeks applied suction. Her hand came to the back of his head, her nails digging into his scalp, as she whimpered at the sting of his suckling. She arched her back and pressed him to her breast, wanting to feed him as she would a newborn. Soon he was at her idle breast, suckling her, feeling her nipple harden in his mouth, feeling her body writhing against his manhood. He let his hand trail down her center and rest on her lace covered mons. His fingers toyed with her through her panties, petting her, teasing her, feeling her wetness. She gasped and pushed his head southward. As his nostrils once again picked up her scent his fingers eased under her waist band and his palm settled on her heat. He stopped at her navel to savor a pool of her floral scent. Kissing it, licking it, making it his as his fingers became acquainted with her genital flesh. She gently encouraged him on, her fingers combing his hair, her breathing deepening as a low growl escaped her lips. He withdrew his hand from her panties and savored the taste of his fingers. She spread her legs wide for him and he crawled between them. It was all she could do to keep from closing her legs around him, pulling him to her. "Not yet..." She thought. "Not yet." He kissed her pussy through the lace, lashing her camel toe with his tongue, evoking another gasp and causing her hips to thrust at him. He reached beneath her and his fingers snared the waist band of her lace and removed her panties. He brought them to his nose and her heady pheromonic scent wafted through his nostrils, causing his brain to secrete sexual hormones and completing nature's seduction. His cock pulsed and stiffened, his testicles stirred sending sperm into his vas deferens, his seminal vesicle secreted pre-cum to lubricate his head and his prostate engorged in preparation for release. He looked down at this beautiful, petite female form. Her eyes were dilated as if infused with the Bella Donna of old. Her ruby red lips were full and moist, the tip of her tongue barely visible beyond their threshold. Her breasts were perfect round mounds topped with hard erect nipples heaving with every breath. Her arms lay at her sides, palms up, fingers randomly clutching at the air, denoting her surrender. Her abdomen was unconsciously undulating drawing his attention to the center of her sexuality. Her mons was covered with a small patch of fine black hair, her pussy was naturally bare. Her outer labia were engorged, a small stream of moistness along her crevice laying promise to the treasure still shielded from him. He leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly, his tongue doing lazy circles in her mouth, her own tongue joining his. The tenderness of his kiss soon over as he moved lower, hovering over her sex. She could feel his warm breath on her labia, caressing them, begging their surrender. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure to come. Then she felt it. The tip of his tongue reached out and touched her, starting from her perineum and advancing ever so slowly upward. She could not help but sigh. "Oh Eddieeee." He was rewarded as a drop her lubricant gathered on the tip of his tongue. He took a moment to savor its taste, to let it mingle with her natural scent as a connoisseur would savor the nectar of the grape. Then, he licked her again, this time using a broad stroke, separating her outer lips and teasing the folds of the minor labia within. His stroke was met with an unconscious pelvic thrust as she sighed again. He used his fingers to separate her lips and went to work. With each stroke he became more bold, now parting her rose petals and ending with a flick across her bud before retreating and returning with another broad stroke. And, she responded in kind. Her fingers combed through his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp encouraging him to nourish himself on her juices. Her breathing deepened causing her mounds to heave and her belly to undulate. Her hips writhed beneath him thrusting her sex to meet every brush of his tongue. Her lady lips retreated granting him free access to her slit. Her clitoris firmed and protruded from its hood and he found it exquisitely sensitive to his attention. She squealed as he rimmed her anus and moaned as he took each petal between his lips and cleansed it of her dew. He placed a finger at her introitus and entered her as she thrust to meet the penetration. She looked down and his gaze met her hungry eyes. He aimed upward and stroked her 'G' spot while taking her bud between his lips. He suctioned lightly as his tongue flicked at her engorged clit. Her hands pulled at the sheets, her eyes narrowed to slits. Her breathing halted and he felt every muscle in her body spasm as her climax consumed her. He continued his assault and was justly rewarded as she was repeatedly wracked by entropy. Thousands of points of light overwhelmed her consciousness as a flood cum flowed from her loins. As her orgasm subsided he released her clit. His lips kissed hers and his tongue searched her depths retrieving his salty-sweet compensation. Even in her foggy afterglow she could feel him feeding on her, nourishing himself on her elixir. She exhaled and her body acquiesced as would a prey succumbing to the death grip of a devouring lion. As she lay there, spent, barely able to move, her insides still quivering from her release, he kissed his way back to her waiting lips. The taste of her cum on his lips, his tongue, was like a drug, helping her to heal, regain strength to complete their mating. She returned his kiss, extending it, cultivating it, gaining strength from it. She lifted her weighty arm and grabbed his hard member and guided him to her. He could feel her lips kissing his crown, bathing him in wet warmth, swallowing his shaft as she rocked her hips forward to receive him. He gently stroked in and out of her, penetrating her depths incrementally, allowing her to lubricate his shaft until it was hilted within her. He could feel her muscles twitching from their recent release, toying with him, tickling the precipice of his cockhead, caressing his shaft. Her hand rested on his strong shoulders as he moved over her, picking up the pace, increasing the force of his pistoning. Beads of sweat gathered on his brow as he fucked her. She could feel his head crashing into her cervix, spreading her, ripening her. She could feel her labia caressing the unevenness of his shaft. With every hilted plunge his hair would drag across her clitoris. Waves of pleasure emanated from her womanhood, and a new fire raced through her loins. She could feel him swelling inside her, feel his muscles begin to shake and she knew he was close. She encircled him with her legs to prevent his withdraw and met each thrust with her own. She kegeled, tightening her muscles around his shaft. "Oh God!" He cried and tried to withdraw but she tightened her legs around him. She drew him down to her for a deep kiss to put him over the edge. They were both slaves to nature now. With one last thrust he engaged her cervix. His balls tightened and his cum crawled up his spasming shaft, erupting into her womb. The hot rope of cream entering her belly put her over the edge as well. Her vaginal muscles grabbed his rod, fasciculated around it, massaging it to enhance his release. Her hips gyrated furiously thrusting into him, milking him for his seed. Rope after rope of ejaculate filled her as his body pumped his load and she greedily sucked him dry. As he gave up the ebbing moments of his release to her hungry womb he collapsed atop her. They both lay their panting, reveling in their satiation for several minutes as they came down from their sexual high. His semi-rigid member lay within her still oozing the last remnants of his spunk... just as she had wanted. He finally withdrew from her and spooned her from behind. He kissed her neck and as they both fell off into a well-earned slumber, Ali knew she had made him hers.