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Shanghai Surprise

By: clarkroberts



I snuggled in bed wishing I got more out of sex. While I enjoyed sex I didn't get much joy from it, not the way it was portrayed in movies and romance novels. I lay on my side and studied the Shanghai cityscape outside the hotel window. The night-time skyline glowed pinkish-white from the radiant mix of incandescent and neon lights. China was a land of mystery and I wondered if there was some ancient Oriental sex secret I could learn? 

My husband, Harry, rolled over pulling me towards his bare chest into the spoon position. I frowned when I felt his erection against the crack of my ass. The erection no doubt was fueled by his recollection of the short-skirted Chinese waitress who flirted with him at supper. My husband's hand groped my large round breast encased beneath my favorite flannel nightie. It was his way of initiating sex and engaging in foreplay. After fifteen years of marriage the back-to-belly spoon position had become our sexual norm. My nipples harden more the result of natural arousal than any real desire I had for sex. When I didn't resist his advances Harry, slid his hand under my nightie and down the front of my granny panties. I gritted my teeth as his middle finger penetrated my dry interior. I hissed, "Harry, not so rough."

"Sorry, Babe," he whispered soft and sincere. He kissed my ear.

Gradually, I grew wet. I slipped my thumbs underneath the waistband of my panties and brought my knees up towards my breasts. Sighing I plucked the panties down my legs, a slight kick when they were around my ankles completed their departure. I raised my upper knee to allow my husband's hardness to penetrate my hairy pussy. My not quite greased entrance stretched around his cock with a slight sting as he stabbed it inside me with too rapid a thrust. I gasped, "Ouch!"

The silky moist heat of my pussy enveloped Harry's cock as he penetrated me. No sooner had the base of his cock made contact with my puffy pussy lips than he made a rapid withdrawal, just leaving the tip of his cock inside me. After just a couple of long strokes, his passion rose. His cock plunged into the wet crevice between my thighs with more frantic thrusts. Harry thrust once more and buried himself inside me. As cum spewed from his cock he cried out, "Cumming, Babe, cumming."

I felt my cunt grow wetter as my husband shot his load into it. I sighed pleased he was finished. Soon he softened and slipped out of me, trailing his wet cock along the cheek of my ass when he rolled over. I heard his contented snoring and envied him. Sleep refused to visit me as I wondered if my unenthusiastic compliance would be enough to keep my husband of fifteen years sexually satisfied.

The next morning we rose early and carried out our morning ablutions before placing a video call to our children back in the United States. There was a twelve hour time difference between Shanghai and our home in Connecticut so the children had just finished their supper. Harry's parents had volunteered to leave their warm retirement home in Florida and babysit their grandchildren so I could accompany Harry on a twenty-one day business trip to China. 

"Grandpa kicked the snow blower when it wouldn't start," reported my ten-year-old daughter into the computer monitor.

My thirteen-year-son also piped-in as he came into view. "He cussed it, too."

"I just bet he did." I chuckled.

Harry interposed, "Son, why didn't you start the snow blower? You're old enough and big enough to run it."

I charged to the defense of my son. "Don't be so rough on him, Harry, he's just a boy."

"He's a friggin' teenager. Quit coddling him, Raquel" countered my annoyed husband.

The conversation broke down as excuses, blame and justifications bounced back and forth like intercontinental missiles. Finally, I managed to restore order among the talking heads and said, "We're running late. Your father has to go to Nanking. You guys help your grandparents out and be good we'll be home in a few more days. We love you."

I closed the laptop with a frown. I asked Harry, "Why can't I come with you?"

"We've been through this already, Raquel. I have to go with Mr. Chen and checkout the Nanking plant. It's just overnight. I'll give you a video call tonight. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day we'll do something special when I get back. Maybe a romantic supper here in the room, okay?"

"Okay." I surrendered as I straightened the knot in Harry's tie. I gave him a peck on the lips then pulled him into a loving embrace. I rubbed his balding head comforted by the familiarity of him. I whispered in his ear, "I love you."

He broke our embrace and slipped on his overcoat before grabbing his overnight bag and computer case, "Learn something about Chinese culture while I'm gone and have a good time."

"I will. Xin is taking me to the Shanghai Ocean Aquarium today."

"I love you," he brushed my lips and opened the room's door, "really I do." He headed out the door to catch the Bullet Train to Nanking. 

The bang of the closing door echoed hollow within mine heart. I whispered, "I hope so."

I left the Manchurian Hotel soon after Harry's departure. I walked with my head tucked down to repel the drizzle. The temperature was too warm for the rain to turn to snow but it was still cold. The dark blue University of Connecticut hoody I wore was enough protection. The gray weather matched my mood as I entered Mickey D's, the one American fast food restaurant that apparently was on every corner in Shanghai. 

After a quick wait in line, I pointed to the photo of the "Big Breakfast" on the picture menu that the restaurant made available for non-Mandarin speakers. The smiling Chinese girl behind the counter pointed to the number digitally displayed on the cash register. I gave her the required money in exchange for the tray of food.

I found a vacant table with two empty chairs. The coffee I sipped provided a welcomed jolt of caffeine. I opened the colorful cardboard box that held two pancakes, a tablespoon of scrambled eggs and two sausage patties. I poured syrup all of it before forking a bite into my mouth. As I chewed I searched the similar Oriental faces that populated the dining area for my Chinese interpreter, Xin, pronounced "Shin."

It was Xin's, habit to be several minutes tardy for our meetings. While I ate I wondered how the Chinese could get the letter X to make a "sh" sound. It was one of many Oriental mysteries I couldn't figure out. 

Harry's counterpart, Mr. Chen had recommended Xin to be my escort around Shanghai while he and Harry conducted business. Harry worked for Ives Manufacturing which contracted parts overseas for final assembly in the United States. An Italian competitor that owned several manufacturing plants in China had gone out of business at the end of last year. So Ives had sent Harry to China to purchase those plants.

Xin appeared just as I had finished my breakfast and was working on a second cup of coffee. She shed her overcoat to reveal a dill green longed sleeve wool sweater mini-dress. Printed along the left side of the dress was a Chinese ink painting of black dragon. The dress fitted her petite five foot frame with eloquence. She looked like she was dressed for a Saturday night date instead of day of sightseeing.

"It's about time," I huffed looking at my watch.

Xin sat down with her own cup of coffee. She glanced at her watch and smiled before she responded. "No big deal. The Aquarium is just now opening. We'll have plenty time to see the fish."

"That's not the point." I sulked. "When you make an appointment for nine o'clock you should arrive at nine o'clock."

Xin shook her head. "I was not presentable at nine o'clock." She leaned across the table before she whispered, "I put a smile on husband's face this morning before he left town. I had to bathe."

I was incredulous. "What? You're using sex as an excuse."

"Sex is not excuse, an excuse is a bad thing. Sex is a very good thing. Correct sex is the source of happiness. Happiness brings joy and longevity."

"What do you mean by correct sex?" I asked using my fingers to make air quote marks. 

Xin sat back and crossed her stocking encased legs. "Correct sex means you feel pleasure in your entire body, not just your genitals. The sensations of ecstasy last for hours. Your sexual simmer is extended outside of the bedroom into your everyday life." 

"I've never had sex like that," I frowned, "I guess I've never had correct sex."

"Like many Westerners you view sex in a goal oriented way. You think the orgasm is the only purpose of the sexual encounter, the better the orgasm, the better the sex. Correct sex prolongs the pleasure and amplifies the orgasm. Correct sex brings the Yin and Yang into harmonious balance."

I stared blankly at the coffee remnants in the bottom of my cup, "I rarely have orgasms."

"No wonder you're grouchy. You have incorrect sex. Incorrect sex is the source of pain and leads to depression and death. Incorrect sex makes you and your husband out of balance."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I growled.

"Everything has both Yin and Yang aspects that are interconnected and interdependent. Yin and Yang are bound together as parts of a mutual whole and give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another. The interaction of the two gives birth to new things. For example a shadow cannot exist without a light."

"So what's the difference between Yin and Yang?"

"Yin is characterized as soft, wet, and passive. Yin is associated with water, femininity and nighttime. Yang is hard, dry, and aggressive. Yang is associated with fire, masculinity and daytime."

I furrowed my brow. "So women are Yin and men are Yang?"

Xin nodded. "Exactly, together you and your husband make a marriage, two halves make the whole. When you and your husband are in balance, the marriage is harmonious."

Comprehending I nodded. "I see, the Yin and Yang must balance each other for harmony." 

"Exactly." Xin's elated voice rose. "Nature always seeks balance to be in harmony."

"If correct sex brings the Yin and Yang into harmony then incorrect sex makes the Yin and Yang out of balance?" I asked.

"Yes." Unease lined Xin's face.

"What is it?"

"I do not mean to offend you, Raquel. You are my very good American friend. But, I must warn you that there are Chinese women who will take advantage of your husband's sexual imbalance. They are called White Tigress."

"You haven't even met my husband, how dare you suggest he'd be unfaithful." I sneered as I crossed my arms across my chest and glared at Xin.

"It is true I do not know your husband but I do know men. And, men who are out of balance are easy to tempt, after all they are seeking balance. Simple flirting can lead to a more intimate encounter especially if the man has been out of balance for a prolonged time. A White Tigress, will take advantage of such a man."

A tear trickled down my cheek as I recalled the waitress from last night, was she a White Tigress? Had she sensed that Harry was out of sexual balance? I looked at Xin and asked, "I love my husband I don't want to lose him. What can I do?"

Xin patted my hand, "First you must always be presentable."

"What do you mean by presentable?"

"Look at how you are dressed. A lose hoody with a big dog on it. Don't you know that it hides your glorious breasts? And, those baggy jeans do not flatter your figure at all."

I was defiant. "They're called mom jeans. I dress to be comfortable." 

"Since we have been sitting here, a dozen men have passed by and each one has glanced longer at me than you, even though you are foreigner with large breasts."

"Are you saying you're better looking than me?"

"Not at all, "chuckled Xin, "I'm just more presentable at the moment. Most men, especially Chinese men would be mesmerized by your large breasts. But, since you hide them they are looking at my legs which I am presenting." She emphasized her point with a swing of her leg.

"I'm married. I don't care what other men think of me."

Xin frowned exasperated. "You should. If other men desire you, your husband will desire you even more." Xin leaned forward like a co-conspirator. Her voice lowered an octave. "My husband knows other men find me desirable and that is always in the back of his mind. It helps to keep him focused, focused to succeed."

"That's logical. How do you even get wisdom like that? You're what twenty-two?"

Xin smiled, "I am twenty-five. I am a White Tigress."

"What exactly is a White Tigress?"

"A White Tigress is a practitioner of Fang Shù, which in English literally means, the bedroom arts. I perform these bedroom arts to attain tashi." 

I asked, "Tashi?"

"Auspiciousness future," Xin's slant-eyes narrowed as she thought of her situation, "I want an auspicious future and I use the bedroom arts to get it. I grew up in a rural village where most girls have little or no opportunities for a better life. The year I graduated high school I had an instructor whose pregnant wife no longer gave him sex. He was out of balance, so I put him back in balance with my virginity. He made sure I had a place at university for harmony's sake."

My eyebrows shot-up in surprise. I choked, "Wow."

"At university I practiced the bedroom arts with my English teacher, a recently divorced Australian. To keep our relationship in balance, he tutored me until I could speak English quite well, yes?" A huge grin broke across Xin's Oriental face.

I nodded. "Yes, your English is perfect."

"After university I worked for Mr. Zeng. He's a very important man for his company. He must split his time between Shanghai and Beijing. When he is in Shanghai he is away from wife and gets out of balance. I became his mistress to keep him in balance."

"Did he promise to leave his wife for you?"

"Of course not." Xin shook her head. "He's been married twelve years and has a ten year old son. He is not going to give that up and I didn't expect it. I did, however, expect him to make certain introductions for the sake of balance and my tashi. He introduced me to my husband, who works for Mr. Zeng, by the way. And, he also recommended me to Mr. Chen as a translator, who recommended me to you."

"So a White Tigress is a woman who practices the bedroom arts to get an auspicious future?"

"Exactly and by doing so we help keep everything in balance."

I was curious so I asked, "Does your husband know you were Mr. Zeng's mistress?"

"Not was mistress, still am mistress."

My mouth gaped open in shock. I blinked and asked in exasperation, "Your husband knows?"

"Yes, he knows. He understands that Mr. Zeng is a powerful man and power brings certain privileges. Mr. Zeng gives my husband certain perks for his tolerance. This keeps harmony."

"Does your husband cheat on you?"

"Of course not, that would cause imbalance. Harmony comes from balance. My husband knows if he does not get us a bigger apartment in the next two years, we will be out of balance and he will be my ex-husband, therefore he must succeed. To succeed he needs Mr. Zeng to be happy. Fucking me makes Mr. Zeng happy."

Shocked, I stammered in surprise, "Your husband tolerates your affair with his boss but you'd divorce him over the size of an apartment?"

She nodded, "In China, marriage is less a union of two individuals and more a joining of two extended families. The marriage is not considered consummated until a new generation is produced. Romantic love, which you Americans value so much, is desired but it is a secondary concern. Marriage is a familial obligation designed to protect the established order. Men must demonstrate their worthiness as providers. Their devotion is displayed by their achievement."

"I can understand all that but that doesn't explain why you'd leave your husband over an apartment."

Xin flashed a patient smile. "We have a two bedroom apartment. My husband and I share one room and my mother has the other because in China, the children care for the elderly. If my husband wants me to have his baby, if he wants to expand our family, then he must expand our living arrangements by providing an apartment with three bedrooms not two."

"I can see the logic in that, a cold-hearted logic but, logic."

"Ancient Chinese proverb says, it is just as easy to love a rich man as a poor one."

I laughed, "I think that's a universal proverb not just a Chinese one."

Xin rose to her feet and shimmied into her overcoat, "I think we need to go but not to the Aquarium."

After a thirty minute taxi ride, we were dropped off in front of a pagoda type building on Wuding Road. The sign on the gated entrance written in both Mandarin and English read: "Ancient China Sex Culture Museum." We walked through the gate into a small garden that was part of the entrance to the museum.

Wide-eyed I stuttered, "What the hell is that?"

Xin looked in the direction I was pointing and saw a four foot tall statue of a Chinese man sporting an erect penis that was four foot long. Xin blushed. "That is an ancient fertility god. What did expect to see at an ancient sex culture museum?"

"I've never been to a sex culture museum, modern or ancient. I'm surprised your government allows it."

Xin glowered and said, "Many government bureaucrats may find the public examination of sex dangerous but many more hold culture in high esteem and sex has been a part of Chinese culture since the beginning. The government does not run this museum. In fact, it is the only private museum of any kind in China."

"I see."

"The museum houses ten sections of exhibits," Xin used her fingers to count them off as she recited them, "the evolution of sex, sex worship, the development of the marriage system, sexual oppression of women, sex accessories, erotica, sexual health, and sex education."

"You've been here a lot, huh?"

"I was a tour guide for Western tourists when I was at university. This was one of the stops. There are over 1000 items on display here representing 6,000 years of Chinese culture. There were many more sex artifacts that had greater cultural value but bureaucratic bias categorized them as pornographic and had them destroyed."

Stopping in front of a display case that contained a 5000-year-old vase painted with pictures of frogs I asked, "What does the frog have to do with sex?"

"The frog is a prolific breeder, so it was an object of fertility worship for the ancient Chinese."

At a wall covered with a series of ancient eight by ten inch paintings featuring Chinese couples in various sex positions. Xin made a wide sweeping motion with her hand and said, "These are the techniques of Fang Shù that lead to Heavenly Earth. These are the bedroom arts practiced by the White Tigress."

I studied the paintings with a wry gaze.

Xin continued, "There are six steps to Heavenly Earth, represented by the six different sexual positions depicted in the paintings."

"I've made love to my husband like that," I said pointing to a drawing of a couple engaged in the missionary position, "but I wouldn't call it heavenly."

Xin studied the painting for a moment. "It's not just the position and it's not just one position. It is all six positions done in order while your man performs the Order of Nine for the Jade Wand."

"Okay, so what's this Jade Wand stuff?"

"That is the art of Yin and Yang thrusting. Your man needs to thrust his penis inside you in a sequence of nine shallow thrusts then one deep one, followed by eight shallow then two deep, working his way through the series until the final sequence is one shallow and nine deep thrusts."

I blinked as I calculated in my head. "That's ninety thrusts."

"Yes, after ninety thrusts you change into the next position. The six Yin and Yang positions must be done in this order to achieve Heavenly Earth," Xin pointed to the appropriated painting depicting the position as she recited them. "First, the Flying Frog, second the Yoked Fish, then the Conquering Rabbit, followed by the Flying Dragon, Wrestling Monkey and the Stalking Tiger. In addition, the man must not orgasm before the last sequence of the Jade Wand of the last position."


Shanghai Surprise



"Oh my, I don't think Harry could last the first ninety thrusts let alone five hundred and forty."

The corners of Xin's mouth lifted into a smile. "The happiness of Heavenly Earth is attained by prolonging the pleasure. There are ways to help your man prolong his passion. The woman however, may have several Small Wave orgasms in order to build to a High Tide orgasm."

"High Tide?"

"Ejaculation."

"Women don't ejaculate." I frowned until I saw the knowing look on Xin's face. Revealing my frustration I confessed, "Well, I have never ejaculated."

We continued thorough the exhibits. Xin said, "With the proper manipulation of the Lotus Root every woman can achieve High Tide."

"Lotus Root?"

"Western women called it the G-spot."

I giggled, "The G-spot is a myth."

Xin just shook her head as we walked into a different exhibit hall.

"Oh my!" I exclaimed with wide eyes gawking at a display of ancient dildos. One in particular caught my eye. It was carved from a single sixteen inch piece of jade. On one end was carved a flying horse the rest of the piece was shaped like a penis. I was amazed by the detail of the artifact which included an engorged vein running down the length of the shaft.

"Yes, those are nice." Xin giggled. "But, I have something else you must see."

She led me to another display case. In it were numerous metal and jade balls usually in sets of two connected by a silk or leather band although some of the jade balls were singular. The balls varied in size from marble to golf ball. Xin waved her hand over the display case like she was introducing an old friend. "These are Ben-Wa Balls. All White Tigress use them to strengthen the vagina, which improves the sexual performance of Fang Shù."

"Including you?" 

Xin's wordless blush answered my question.

On our way out of the museum we stopped at the gift shop. I purchased a book that not only portrayed the six positions of Heavenly Earth but explained how to do them. It was my turn to blush when I chose a plastic replica of the Flying Horse dildo. 

After only superficial urging from Xin, I bought a pair of metal Ben-Wa Balls with a pink lotus flower and a white crane painted on the metal. Each ball contained chimes inside. Xin explained that the lotus blossom represented beauty and the crane represented rejuvenation of the body. She also chose a single marble size solid jade Ben-Wa that I purchased for her as a gift.

We caught the bus in front of the museum and made our way downtown until we reached an unassuming looking hotel that most Westerners would have ignored. We bought pork filled dumplings from a vendor on the street before we went into the public bath house that took up most of the hotel's first floor. Two rows of narrow wooden beds greeted us as we entered. A male patron was napping on one and on another two women were engaged in a spirited conversation. An empty bed substituted for a table as we ate our lunch.

We entered the changing room where an attendant took our bags and clothes after we stripped. She handed us each a towel and rubber sandals. We made our way to the bathing area. In China the public bathhouses have separate bathing areas for men and women. The bathing area had two pools one with hot water the other with cold. Xin explained that the Chinese had practiced cold water therapy for years. Steam rose from the hot water and beckoned us. We waded into it.

My body relaxed as the hot water soothed away the aches and pains. I stood in the waist deep water when Xin waded towards me with a pair of sponges and bar of soap. A deep sigh escaped me as she washed my breasts with gentle wax-on, wax-off motions. After soaping a sponge I washed Xin's smaller but firmer breasts in a like manner. I said, "You are very beautiful, Xin."

"Thank you," Xin acknowledged my compliment then added, "Raquel you have such large breasts. I bet your man enjoys them. May I?" 

Her lips touched my breasts with a soft wet caress that sparked my desire and dampened my pussy. She inhaled one of my nipples while squeezing the other breast.

"Oh, my," I gasped but didn't resist. My nipples were as hard as stone. I felt a warm stirring deep in my belly. It took my breath away and I hissed, "Uh, uh, that feels so good, Xin."

She gave each of my nipples a playful pinch. She smiled pleased as I hissed and stood on my tip-toes in response. She sucked each of my nipples in turn then tantalized them with her flickering tongue. 

"I haven't been with a woman since college," I purred and ran my fingers through Xin's long black hair."

Xin pulled me into an intimate embrace then kissed me with passion. As we kissed I tugged on her nipples until she broke the kiss and squealed with delight. She led me from the pool by the hand, my eyes simmered with lust at the oscillation of her bare buttocks. Water streamed off our naked bodies and steam rose from our heated flesh. She pulled me into a private room. 

She pointed to the massage table and ordered, "Lay on your back."

I crawled onto the table then watched Xin with a bit of apprehension as she pulled several items from a chest of drawers pushed against the wall. The exotic beauty slowly approached the table with swaying hips and hard nipples. I could smell the jasmine scent on Xin's body left from the bath.

She leant down and kissed me. In a husky voice she said, "To practice the bedroom arts you must groom your pussy. Your pussy should be like a well-tended garden. You can't let it grow into a hairy jungle."

She produced a pair of scissors and clipped the unruly pubic hair from my mound until nothing was left but stubble. She rubbed mineral oil all over my vulva before applying warm wax to it. 

"Ouch." I hissed and squirmed as the wax cooled and mixed with the stubble on my mound. 

After the wax had hardened Xin was able to get her fingers under the hard puddle of wax. She felt the resistance from my pubic stubble as she pulled up on the wax just a tad. Satisfied with her grip she warned, "This will hurt."

Xin yanked up violently on the hard blob of wax. The ripping sound was muffled by my scream. She repeated the process until all the hair was removed from my reddened and swelled cunt. I whimpered as my body relaxed. Xin found some coconut oil in the chest-of-drawers and applied a liberal amount to my smarting snatch. Smiling down at me Xin said, "Your pussy looks much better. In fact it looks good enough to eat."

Bending between my spread legs Xin kissed my swollen bald labia. She blew her hot breath over my agitated cunt adding to its heat. While I moaned with ecstasy, she slithered her tongue around my pussy. Tantalizing me further she darted her tongue between the folds of my labia. With teasing hesitation her tongue entered me. She fucked me with gentle little stabs of her tongue.

"That feels...feels...divine," I stuttered. It felt heavenly and teased the hell out of me. My clit wanted some attention, it stiffened and peeked from its sheath. 

Xin's tongue tip teased my clit from its hood and once it was exposed she flicked the flat of her tongue across it. She licked it hard.

I muttered encouragement, "That...that's...it...that's it."

Xin slid two wet fingers firmly but slowly as far as they would go into my drooling cunt. Moving her fingers in a "come hither" motion she teased me until, at last, her fingers made contact with my illusive G-spot.

"Oh, my, that must be it," I rasped and squirmed on Xin's hand. A current of electrical excitement surged through my body.

Xin tapped her fingers against the G-spot with the same kind of rhythm Harry's cock would make sliding in and out of my pussy. Her fingers sawed in and out of my cunt with exuberance.

"Don't stop...please...don't ever...ever stop."

Gently pulling my pussy lips apart, Xin exposed my clit and administered quick flicks of her tongue against it. She sensed my approaching orgasm as my body thrashed about the massage table. She pursed her lips into an O and sucked with force on my clit. 

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I lifted my butt off the bed and bucked my pelvis with the rising wave of climax.

Somehow Xin managed to keep her hot mouth on my clit and sucked it even harder. Satisfied that she had me on the verge of climax, she lightly bit my clit. Simultaneously she shoved two fingers up my ass. I howled at the unexpected violation. A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed from my pussy like a geyser. It just missed Xin's face before it splattered on the massage table which cricked in strident time to my quaking body.

"Yeesh, Yessh." I cried out with dizzy delight. Then everything faded to black. After a moment I came back to my senses. 

Xin was hovering over my face and I blinked a couple of times to bring her into focus. She kissed me then beamed, "That is High Tide."

"I have never had such an intense orgasm in my entire life. I'd fuck my husband nonstop if it was like that all time."

Xin smiled then winked. "In order to increase pleasure you must learn to control your pussy."

"How?"

I felt something slide between my pussy lips. It was round, metallic and cold. My cunt clamped around the objects like a pitcher grasps a baseball. I fumed, "Damn it, Xin, that's cold. You might have warned me before jamming something like that into my pussy."

Xin rebuked me, "Quit complaining. These Ben-Wa Balls will teach you to control your pussy. Soon you will be able to sit on your man's cock and milk it dry by just squeezing your cunt muscles."

"Like Kegel exercises? I tried those after the birth of my last child, I didn't tighten up that much."

"The exercises your Dr. Kegel thinks he discovered have been practiced by Chinese woman for centuries. In each of the Ben-Wa Balls are little cymbals that will clang as you walk causing the metal ball to vibrate. So it will not only strengthen you pussy it will stimulate it as well."

"Walk? You want me walk with those things inside me?"

"Yes. Now get up we have much to do." Xin grabbed my hand, pulling me into a sitting position.

I swung my legs over the side of the table. "How long should I keep the Ben-Wa Balls inside me?"

"The rest of day, now get dressed."

I slid off the table and pinched my pussy lips together to keep the balls from sliding back out of me. I relaxed once I got my panties on then I finished dressing quickly. I found Xin in front of the mirror reapplying her make-up.

She smiled at me as she caught my reflection in the mirror. "A woman must always be presentable. If you look sexy, you feel sexy and if you feel sexy you are sexy."

I nodded and asked, "Now what?"

Xin pushed her eyelash wand back into its case like it was Kung Fu sword. "Now we shop."

After a short ride on the subway we arrived at the Metro-City Mall, one of Shanghai's most distinct landmarks because of its gigantic hemispherical structure. It glows when it's lit up in the evening. Xin led the way into the mall she knew exactly where she was going.

I could feel the tiny tremor deep inside me created by the Ben-Wa Balls as my pussy clutched at the balls. My belly warmed with longing as I strode into the mall.

Xin asked, "You said you went to the Yunnan Restaurant last night?"

"Yeah."

"Did your husband like the way the waitresses were dressed?"

"You mean barely dressed." I frowned. "He couldn't take his eyes off of them."

Xin giggled, "Yes, they are very sexy. The food is not so good but it is always crowded because of the girls. The owner knows how to market the complete package."

"Yeah, he's figured out that sex sells," I smirked.

We went into a uniform shop. It appeared as if they had every kind of uniform from nurses to bellhops. Xin spoke Mandarin to the shopkeeper who smiled and nodded then waved us back to the fitting room.

"This is where the Yunnan waitresses get their uniforms. The shop keeper thinks there might me one large enough to fit you."

Elated, an easy smile played at the corners of my mouth. The shop keeper handed me a hanger with a four piece Brocade Chinese Cheongsam Costume on it. The costume was red satin with little white tigers embroidered on it. I pointed out the tigers to Xin.

She gave me a knowing wink and said, "Try it on."

I put on the G-string first, it was a snug fit. The front barely covered my mound and with the string firmly settled in my ass crack, it created a teasing camel toe. Next, I wiggled into the miniskirt. The hemline was so high that my lower buttocks were exposed right where the cheek joins the thigh. I smiled in the mirror just like the waitress from the other night. I started to try on the full-cup bra that was part of the top but Xin shook her head.

She checked the tag on the bra and said, "No way is that going to fit."

I took the jacket that was the last piece of the costume and slipped it on. The short-sleeved Cheongsam jacket fit closely to the neck and the stiff collar hooked it closed. The jacket stopped at midriff and had an open front that left the bra-area uncovered, hence the full-cup bra. My nude breasts were fully exposed without the bra. I broke into a wide, open smile when I looked in the mirror. I looked like a sexy slut.

Xin was amused by my reaction and her voice reflected as she said, "Now, that is what I call proper presentation."

After purchasing the costume we headed to a shoe store. The sales clerk knew Xin and greeted us with warmth. Xin expounded that Chinese women take shoe fashion very serious because so many have a "lotus foot" ancestry. The ancient foot-binding custom was widely practiced in China until the twentieth century. The eldest daughter's feet would be bound to stunt their growth. When they walked, their dainty movements were perceived as more feminine and beautiful.

Xin said, "Even the poorest Chinese girls who may only have three outfits to wear will have twenty pairs of shoes to go with them."

She persisted until I purchased an expensive pair of Italian stilettoes with a five inch heel. She was adamant that I wear them immediately even though I was just in my jeans. She insisted, "If you look sexy, you will feel sexy."

The sales clerk handed Xin a boot box before we left. Xin explained that she had special ordered a pair boots a few weeks ago. She pulled her phone out of her purse and sent a text message.

I glanced at my image reflected in a store window, while Xin continued to text on her cellphone. My smile widened in approval as I stood sideways in front of the window. I was pleased at how the stilettoes pushed out my boobs and my butt. A young Chinese man whistled his appreciation of my profile from across the mall corridor. 

Xin clicked her cellphone shut with a bemused smile on her lips. She declared, "I told you that proper presentation will receive proper attention."

I was puzzled by my new thoughts. I had always supposed that whistles and catcalls demonstrated rude behavior but now the notion that a whistle could be an expression of physical appreciation appealed to me.

"Let's go in here." Xin shook me from my reverie by grabbing my arm and leading me into a lingerie store.

The lingerie sales clerk also knew Xin. She must shop at this mall a lot. She told the sales clerk that I needed a garter belt with fishnet stockings. Smiling the clerk brought several different styles to Xin.

Xin said, "Garter belts can be very unforgiving. They can make even the hottest fashion model look a comical. The trick is working with your hips and not against them." She threw a PVC one back at the sales clerk scolding her in Mandarin then she said to me, "Never PVC unless you are into that fetish. They never set right so they never look right." 

She held up a wide leather garter belt to my waist and shook her head. She liked it though and had the sales clerk fetch one in her size. She found a thin low rise garter belt and held it to me and declared, "This one."

I bought it and the fishnet stockings that went with it while Xin purchased the wide leather belt. I felt giddy as I thought about my husband's reaction to the outfit. As I grew more comfortable in the stilettos I noticed I had more sway in my stride. The more my hips wiggled the more my pussy was manipulated by the little tremors produced by the Ben-Wa Balls.

Xin noticed my unease and took me by the hand. "Just one more stop."

Inside the jewelry store Xin spoke in Mandarin to the middle-aged male clerk. He gave a slight bow and produced a long velvet jewelry box and handed it to Xin. 

She open it. Her smile had a spark of eroticism as she glanced at the contents. Her eyes contained a sensuous flame as she looked at me.

My voice was little more than a tremulous whisper as I asked, "Is that what I think it is?" 

Her voice was calm, her gaze steady, "Yes. They are nipple claps. The twin alligator claps are pure gold. They are joined together by a string of black cultured pearls. They are a gift from my Green Dragon. He wishes to see me this evening."

One of my eyebrows rose. "Green Dragon?"

"Mr. Zeng is my Green Dragon, my lover. I expected him to beckon me this evening, he usually sends my husband out of town when he wants to spend time with me. Would you like to learn how to prolong your man's passion?"

I regarded Xin with somber curiosity. "How?"

"As you Americans say, watch and learn." 

"Voyeurism?" Intrigued by her suggestion I inquired further, "Mr. Zeng wouldn't mind being watched?"

Xin shook her head and added in a lower, huskier tone, "Being watched will feed his ego and enhance his performance." 

We piled into the backseat of a taxi with all our shopping bags in tow. To my amazement Xin shed her trench coat and pulled her sweater dress over her head. She peeled her pantyhose and panties down her legs after kicking off her shoes.

"What are you doing?" I asked bewildered.

"Making proper presentation," replied Xin. A ripple of excitement colored her voice. With a slight grunt she expelled a single marble size jade Ben-Wa Ball from her cunt.

The taxi driver was watching Xin in the rearview mirror. He grazed a passing car and fought the steering wheel with fury to regain control. His voice contained a different kind of excitement as he shouted at Xin in Mandarin.

She shouted back just as loud and threw her damp panties at him.

He grabbed the garment and brought it up to his face. He inhaled her aroma and quieted down.

Xin slung the leather garter belt around her waist. It was wide and covered her lower belly from her navel to just above the cleft of her cunt. She leaned back against the door as she caressed the black fishnet stockings up her leg. She had me hold the boot box in my lap as she opened it. Inside was a pair of black leather ballet boots. 

"Wow," I gasped. Amusement flickered in my eyes as they met hers. I had only seen such fetish footwear in music videos.

A momentary look of discomfort crossed her face as she zipped up the knee high ballet boots. Her feet were forced en pointe, like those of a ballerina but stabilized by the long slender heels of the boot.

I held up the nipple clamps and said, "Ready for these, White Tigress?"

She looked at the solid gold alligator clamps connected to each end of the string of black pearls. Across her beautiful Asian face a bright flush raced like a fever. Her expression was clouded with unease but she nodded in the affirmative.

I gently squeezed each of her firm breasts before lowering my head to her nipples. I lightly bit and sucked each of her nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass. I knew her pussy was drenched with desire. The scent of her sex permeated the car. I opened the clamps and clipped them to Xin's nipples at the same time. 

She clutched the seat and howled in ecstasy. Her pussy pulsated with a passionate orgasm. She shot me a mischievous grin after a moment of recovery. She shimmied back into her trench coat just as the taxi pulled up in front of fifty story building.




Shanghai Surprise



The Chinese made practical use out of their skyscrapers, most high-rises were multi-purposed. The ground floor usually contained retail stores while the second through tenth floors were office spaces and the rest of the stories dedicated to residential space. 

We went to the sixth floor. We exited the elevator into a typical urban office layout. A wide open room crisscrossed with cubicles for the workers which were empty at this hour. Along the side walls were individual offices for the middle managers who stood sentinel over the workers.

Xin led the way through the maze of cubicles. She spun a swivel desk chair in one of the cubicles as we passed it. Her voice was stern with no vestige of sympathy in its hardness, "My husband sits out here. If he wants me to have his baby he needs to be in there." She pointed to one of the side offices.

The back wall contained just one office, the boss's office, Mr. Zeng's office. A light glimmered behind the drawn curtains. Xin knocked then entered the office. She slipped off her trench coat and handed it to me. She walked naked towards Mr. Zeng with a sexy submissive shuffle forced by the ballet boots. She explained my presence to him in Mandarin.

He was a handsome compact man with a full head of salt and pepper hair and terracotta eyes. The suspicious line at the corners of his mouth shifted and tipped the corners of his mouth into bemused smile. He nodded his approval of my presence before turning his complete attention back to Xin.

As she slowly strolled towards Mr. Zeng's desk I was mesmerized by the oscillation of her tight ass. She was an exotic beauty that exuded simmering sexuality as she glided across the room.

Xin's voice was gruff as she said, "Raquel, stand where you can see. I will show you how to absorb the Dragon's Breath. . To a White Tigress oral sex is far more than mere foreplay. Absorbing the Dragon's Breath is the ability to receive the energy of the male orgasm into yourself. It strengthens your own sexual energy, as well as your partner's. Done properly it can lead to transcendent state of spiritual illumination."

Nodding in silence I was amazed by Xin's explanation. She made a simple blowjob sound like a cosmic realignment of the stars. I moved to a spot where I could best observe her as she pleasured Mr. Zeng.

Xin seductively stood in front of Mr. Zeng. The wide black leather garter belt highlighted her pink bald pussy which glistened with wet anticipation. Dropping to her knees she swiveled his chair towards her. She undid his trousers which were tented with his arousal. Her eyes simmered as she smiled up at Mr. Zeng as she fished his cock out of his trousers. 

He smiled with wide-eyes then closed them and moaned as Xin kissed his cock head. When she twirled her tongue around it to chase the pre-cum leaking from his cock he writhed in his chair. Mr. Zeng muttered something when she finally took his cock into her mouth and sucked with vigor on his glans. And, while I couldn't speak Mandarin, I imagined it was along the lines of: "That's it Xin, suck my cock."

She went to town on Mr. Zeng's cock, alternating between sucking on it and jerking it. Her hand steadied his cock as her tongue traced a wet path down the length of its shaft. She flickered her tongue tip into his piss slit.

Mr. Zeng's knuckles whitened as he gripped the arms of his chair. He groaned and twisted his body in the chair. He stuttered inarticulate utterances, "Aw, aw, hmm, hup, ooh."

Xin engulfed Mr. Zeng's entire length with an air tight seal which no doubt created a pleasant vibration around his cock. She seemed pleased with Mr. Zeng's sudden intake of breath as she swallowed his whole cock. 

Once Mr. Zeng caught his breath he began to moan. His face grew crimson and he began to tremble. He was ready to cum. Moments later as his cock jolted in Xin's throat. He howled his orgasmic release, "Oh-ho, Oh-ho, Oh-ho."

Xin swallowed most of Mr. Zeng's load but a drop split from the corner of her mouth. She spit out Mr. Zeng's still hard cock and wiped the dollop of cum from her chin with her forefinger. She sucked the cum from her finger while keeping eye-contact with Mr. Xin. 

Mr. Zeng held out his hand and helped Xin up from the floor. Once she was on her feet he spun towards his desk and she grabbed hold of it to keep from falling. He rose to his feet and bent her over his desk. He caressed her upturned posterior then slid his foot between her ballet boots pushing them apart. He spoke with a low tone in Mandarin and I imagined it was along the lines of: "Xin, you have a beautiful ass."

He dropped to his knees behind her and kissed each of her buttocks before he spread her cheeks open. He planted a kiss on her lovely labia then split them with his tongue. He explored her cunt for a few moments. It drooled in response to his skilled oral manipulation. 

Xin moaned her pleasure as Mr. Zeng continued to work his magic on her nethers. She huffed in English, "Aw, that, oh, feels good, aw, so good."

His tongue escaped her cunt and was replaced by two of his fingers as he kissed her taint. The wet soppy sound of his digits sawing in out of her cunt echoed in the office. He pushed the flat of his tongue against her anus and her body shook like she had been stung. Mercilessly he teased her by sliding his tongue up and down the inside of her butt crack.

Xin whimpered with sensuous delight. She growled, "Oh, oh, oh."

Mr. Zeng forcefully plunged his tongue into Xin's butthole turning her growl to a gratified grunt. Then he wiggled his tongue in a clockwise motion followed by a counter-clockwise motion. Meanwhile, his fingers continued to plunge in and out of the depths of her cunt. He thumbed a staccato on her clit like it was a bass guitar. 

"Raquel, this...this feels so...so...good," stammered Xin to me. She was ready to erupt. "I'm...I'm going...to...cu...cum."

Abruptly, Mr. Zeng stopped. He withdrew his tongue from Xin's butt as well his fingers from her pussy. 

"Nooooo!" she howled and stomped her foot in protest. She barked in Mandarin then in English, "I was about to cum, you fucker." 

With a laugh Mr. Zeng pushed Xin back down on the desk as she started to rise. He slapped her bare ass with his open palm. The sound of the smack echoed off the walls of the room. The tone of his voice made his command clear in any language, "Be still, Xia."

She froze when she felt the head of his stiff cock tap her butthole. Mr. Zeng's cock wasn't as big as my husband's but it looked as hard as granite. Even though his cock and her butt were well lubricated it took Xin's breath away as he inched his steel-like shaft into her. She growled, "Gaah! He's... so...so hard."

Xin caught her breath once Mr. Zeng was fully invested in her ass, he paused allowing her to adjust to his girth. Her breasts hung from her chest like ripe fruit. They swayed with each stab of Mr. Zeng's cock as he began to thrust his hips. Her nipples looked hard enough to etch her name into the desktop. The string of dark pearls daggling from the nipple clamps clattered on the desk as they danced to Mr. Zeng savage thrusts. Wickedly he pulled on the string of pearls tightening the clamps on her nipples until Xin yelped a protest.

Mr. Zeng withdrew his cock with a slow pull of his hips until he was almost all the way out of Xin's ass and I could tell her sphincter fought to expel him from her body. A groan escaped Mr. Zeng as he inched himself back into her and she clinched her teeth together in an amorous grimace. 

Fascinated by the erotic encounter before me, I counted Mr.Zeng's cock thrusts, nine shallow thrusts followed by a deep one. This was followed by eight shallow strokes and two deep thrusts. Mr. Zeng was utilizing the Order of the Jade Wand and the moans and groans coming Xin indicated she sure liked it.

"Aw...his cock...feels...feels so good," Xin panted. Her words were animated with lust, "Make...make...me cum...make me cum."

His passion inflamed, Mr. Zeng began to thrust his cock into Xin like it was jet racing skyward. A delightful high pitched squeal escaped Xin's lips as he drilled her ass with machine-like strokes of his cock. He responded to her mating call with primordial guttural rumblings of his own. He grasped her hips for better leverage and pounded her ass to a pleasurable pulp. 

She stuttered in Mandarin but I knew what it meant in English, "Fuck me, fuck my ass."

I grinned with wicked excitement as I unsnapped my jeans. Stifling a moan I slipped my hand down the front of my panties pushing the material out of my cunt. I thrust my middle finger deep into my interior. My pussy felt like wet velour. I tapped the Ben-Wa buried within me. The cymbal within the ball reacted with each tap sending a delightful tremor cascading up and down my cunt. I reached under my sweatshirt and gently twisted my nipple. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined Harry bending me over his desk. I frantically pushed my palm against my clit while my fingers sawed in out of my pussy. I pinched down on my nipple a little harder. My breathing came in spats. Finally, I pushed myself over the edge of orgasm and howled, "Awwh Harry, Baby!"

Soon after my orgasm crested Mr. Zeng's must have spiked because he bellowed and shot his cum deep inside Xin. She reached between her legs and squeezed his balls as they emptied their contents into her innards.

Once he recovered he pulled Xin's mane of black hair forcing her head up and her back to arch. He pushed his still hard cock deeper inside Xin until it rested against where I supposed the underside of her G-spot was located, the Root of the Lotus.

Her face contorted into an erotic expression of pain and pleasure. Down her cheek trickled a tear darkened with mascara. She hissed, "Arghhhhh."

He jammed three fingers into her gaping gash. Then he pressed his palm against Xin's hyper-aroused clit. With the other hand he savagely ripped the string of pearls from her breasts tearing the biting clamps from her nipples.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the dam of orgasm was breached. Ejaculate spewed from her cunt and splattered with a whoosh on the floor. She howled her happiness, "Uh, woo! Cum, cum, cum."

Mr. Zeng withdrew his softening cock from Xin's ass then he flopped down in his chair spent. He pulled Xin down into his lap and she curled up in his arms exhausted. He smiled at me then pushed a dark strand of hair from her face with gentle grace. He kissed her and whispered to her in a warm loving tone.

Her face displayed every emotion, reflected every sensation and showed all the passion she felt. She blushed as she caught me looking at her. She rested her head on Mr. Zeng's shoulder and said, "My Green Dragon is once again in balance. And he has given me happiness with High Tide orgasm. Do you see how pleasurable the bedroom arts can be?"

I nodded and said in Mandarin, "Xie, Xie," (thank you).

Leaving the two lovers I retrieved my shopping bags and rode the elevator down to the first floor. A taxi stopped as soon as I hailed it. I handed the driver a business card with the Manchurian Hotel's address written in Mandarin on it.

He nodded and put the car in gear and ushered the taxi into the busy nighttime Shanghai traffic.

I felt relaxed and sexy in the backseat and I started planning my seduction of Harry. I smiled as I remembered my husband's parting words to me, "Learn something about Chinese culture." 

I couldn't wait to show him what I had learned.



Shanghai Surprise Ch. 02



"Learn something about Chinese culture," my husband had said before he left Shanghai for Nanking this morning.

I entered hotel room and chuckled. "Harry if you only knew what I learned about Chinese culture today."

My interpreter, Xin and I had been all over Shanghai today sight-seeing and shopping. I ordered a room service supper of shrimps and onion braised noodles. I was proud of myself for having mastered the use of chopsticks in our short time in China. Smiling, I thought about some of other aspects of Chinese culture I had learned. 

Since leaving the room this morning, I had toured a sex museum, where I had learned about the six positions of Heavenly Earth sex. I had purchased and used several sex toys based on the ancient artifacts displayed at the museum. After taking a public bath I had been given a massage where my Chinese translator had not only stripped my cunt of all its hair but had given me a High Tide Orgasm (female ejaculation) by stimulating my Lotus Root (G-spot) by engaging in lesbian sex with me. Followed by a shopping spree where I purchased some of the most erotic clothing I had ever owned. And last, but certainly not least, I had masturbated just feet away from a couple engaged in anal sex while I received tutorial on the ancient "bedroom arts" of fang shù. It had been a most eventful day indeed.

After I finished eating I went into the bathroom and stripped. I blushed at my nude image in the mirror. I had been such a naughty girl today. When Xin had told me about the 'bedroom arts" I thought I might learn something to sexually please my husband but in the end I learned I wanted to get as much pleasure from sex as he did.

The Manchurian Hotel was a luxury hotel by Chinese standards and provided each guest room with its own bath room. But, only the most expensive suites had actual bathtubs. The rest of the rooms, like ours, were furnished with simple but eloquent show stalls. I turned the water of the shower on full blast and cranked the knob all the way over to hot.

While the water heated up, I located the silk string of the two colorful Ben-Wa Balls just inside my labia. They had been inside me all afternoon. My cunt muscles were strengthened by clutching them. Each ball had a tiny cymbal inside that vibrated when I moved and kept my pussy in a heighten state of arousal. I hissed with delight as my cunt muscles clamped down to retain the pleasurable spheres inside me as I pulled them slowly from my pussy. After the balls cleared my cunt I sighed. I washed them in the sink and patted them dry before lovingly placing them in velvet-lined teak wood box.

A cloud of steam engulfed the bathroom when I opened the shower stall door. I hastily cranked the faucet to a more bearable temperature. The hot water felt good on my weary body. I lathered up with the locally produced hand-made soap the hotel provided. The suds produced a smell of olive, coconut and jasmine. I found it intoxicating.

After washing my shoulder length honey brown hair I noticed the shower nozzle was actually one of those hand-held models with multiple settings. A wicked grin painted my face. I didn't usually masturbate in the shower. Heck, I rarely masturbated at all but today seemed to be a day for firsts. I adjusted the water temperature so it wouldn't scald my private parts. My pussy was still quite sore from being waxed earlier in the day.

I took the shower head and let the water spray over my body. The tingling sensations felt good as the water sprayed over my breasts. I closed my eyes and imagined the feelings were being created by the hands of my husband. I sprayed where I wanted to feel his touch. Slowly, I made my way down my trembling torso to my private area. My body trembled with a slight shudder. I gushed, "That feels so-o-o good."

Spreading my legs, I let the water reach up the insides of my thighs. When the stream of water made direct contact with my clit I was so overpowered by the stimulation I lost my balance and slipped almost falling. Resentful of the interruption I seethed, "Damn it."

The showerhead clanged with a metallic racket as it hit the tiled wall. I had released it when I groped for a hand hold. Catching the towel bar I breathed a sigh of relief. The last place I wanted to go was to a Chinese emergency room for the treatment of a broken arm due to a masturbation mishap. I chuckled at the international implications of such an incident. 

Spotting the plastic wastebasket under the sink I popped out of the shower and retrieved it. I overturned the wastebasket and sat on it. I reclaimed the shower nozzle and once again sprayed the pulsating water over my breasts and down my torso, picking up where I had left off. I spread my legs and advanced the jet of water up towards my pussy. By moving the stream back and forth between my thighs I brought the showerhead ever closer to my exposed clit. After several minutes of tantalizing myself I finally rested the showerhead right against my clit. I tugged on my nipples with my free hand like they were part of a pinball machine. The surging water buffeted my clit and my orgasm built. 

I felt my face flush crimson and a current of pleasure rushed from my cunt to my core. Soon, I was writhing in ecstasy on the wastebasket. My eyes rolled back in my head as I exploded with orgasmic delight. My climax had reached its crescendo, blood pounded in my ears and white light raced across my closed eyelids. I plunged into the abyss of pleasure and howled my release, "Oh, ooh, oooh." 

As my climax subsided I found myself on the shower floor. I had fallen off the overturned wastebasket during the throes of my orgasm. I took a couple of deep breathes to clear my head then rose on unsteady legs. My fingers trembled as I turned the water off and grabbed a towel. 

I stepped out of the shower and quickly patted myself dry. My body was sated and calm so I said out loud, "Not quite High Tide but still a pleasurable wave."

After I'm dried off I wrapped my head with a towel and opened a jar of white cream that Xin had given me. It was called Small Lotus Cream. The pungent smelling mixture was made from various herbal extracts that would tighten my labia, rid my mound of any blemishes, like razor rash and best of all it stimulated my clitoris.

I rubbed my hands together with vigor to warm them. Then I dipped my fingers into the cool cream. I mulled over what Xin had said about a hairless snatch, how it increased the sensitivity of the vulva which increased the pleasure. I applied the cream to my reddened pussy. My clit throbbed begging for attention as I worked the cream into the crevices of my cunt. My belly warmed with wanton desire. I scolded myself, "You're becoming insatiable."

My large breasts heaved with excitement. I cupped each one and gave them a playful squeeze like they were ripe melons. My nipples stood rigid. I felt as though I could cut the mirror with them. I tweaked each nipple then gave each a gentle twist. I moaned, "That feels so good."

My clit peaked from its hood and throbbed for attention. I inserted two fingers into my sopping snatch. My pussy lips glistened with the promise of wet wonderful pleasure. The aromatic scent of my sex made my nostrils flare. I huffed, "I'm so wet. I can' believe how excited I am."

I rocketed my fingers in and out of my hot hole while pressing the palm of my hand down on my clit. I stuttered, "I'm close....so close...Harry...Harry I...I wish you...you were here." 

Taking a nipple between the forefinger and thump of my free hand I gently but firmly applied pressure until I squealed with unmitigated delight. My eyes were glazed with passion. My mouth formed a perfect circle as a deep moan erupted from my core. My eyes rolled over and my entire body quaked as my quim convulsed around my digits. I clutched the vanity to keep from falling and puffed, "Cum...pussy...cum."

With a satisfied sigh I recovered from my orgasm. I finished drying my hair and left the bathroom. I started to put on a pair of panties but decided against it. Then with an impish grin I slipped on one of Harry's oxford shirts. As I buttoned it I picked up his scent. I held the collar to my nose and inhaled. My pussy started to drool. I was ready to mate and ached because I couldn't.

I crawled into bed and waited for Harry to call from Nanking. While I waited, I studied the book I had purchased at the Sex Culture Museum. It was about the Heavenly Earth sex positions. My computer on the desk chimed. It was Harry. I sat down at the desk and engaged the video call program.

"Hello, Lover," I said with a husky voice as his headshot came into view. "Can you see me?"

Harry's timbre revealed his surprise I usually wasn't that amorous. He answered, "Okay, yes I see you now. Huh, I just got checked into the hotel. We spent all day at the factory. I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No Lover, I was just reading a book and thinking of you." I showed him the cover of the book.

Harry squinted but couldn't make out the title. He asked, "What's the book called?"

"The Art of Heavenly Earth, it's about ancient oriental sex positions. I can't wait to try them with you."

"Sex positions? Raquel what's gotten into you?"

"Well let's see my fingers, Xin's tongue, Ben-Wa Balls and in few minutes this monster." I held up the plastic Flying Horse dildo to the web camera. "It's an exact replica of a very large 1,000 year-old dildo."

Harry's brow wrinkled and his voice broke with confusion, "What the fuck, Raquel?"

"Don't get upset Harry. You're the one who told me to learn something about Chinese culture. And, Lover I have. I've learn all about fang shù." 

"Fang shù?"

I nodded, "Yeah, Xin has schooled me in the ancient "bedroom arts" of fang shù. I can't wait to show you what I've learned."

Harry sounded calmer as he asked, "What have you learned?"

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, why? Hey, is that my shirt?"

"It is," I answered and unbuttoned the shirt revealing my breasts. I closed my eyes and cupped one before I squeezed it. I moaned. My nipples were hard. Hissing I tugged on each nipple in turn. I felt the familiar warmth deep in my belly. Excitement flooded my pussy. Hearing Harry gasp I gave him an impish grin. I cooed, "I'm soooo horny, Harry."

"I can see that," he huffed.

Holding up the replica dildo for Harry to see again my voice quivered with excitement. "This is an exact replica of the Flying Horse dildo. The original is carved from a single piece of jade. The Flying horse part is approximately six inches the remaining ten inches is carved to resemble an erect penis. This is just solid plastic and lacks the detail of the original. Did you know the ancient Chinese called the penis the Jade Wand? I bet that's what the artist was thinking when he carved it. What do you think?"

Harry remained silent but transfixed. His Adam's apple bobbed a couple of times. His throat was dry with excitement. Finally he rasped, "Yeah, sure."

I giggled as Harry fidgeted in his chair 185 miles away. I heard him moan as I kissed the head of the plastic penis. I was giddy and flashed him a naughty grin then with a pouty voice I said, "I miss your cock, Lover."

"Awww!" gasped Harry as I turned to give him a side view. 

I closed my eyes and took the dildo into my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard on it. I stroked the majority of the shaft that would fit into my mouth just like it was a real cock. I spit out the dildo and teased Harry. "I can't wait to suck your cock like that tomorrow."

"Me either," choked Harry. "I can't remember the last time you sucked my cock."

I felt like I'd been slapped. I stopped my teasing manipulation and looked straight into the web camera. A tear tracked down my cheek, "I know, Harry. I'm so sorry I've been a terrible wife."

"Raquel, you've been a great wife," Harry replied.

I wiped the tear from my face. "No, I haven't. I thought I have been but I'm really not. You've be a great husband. You've done your part to provide us with tashi."

"Hold on, what's tashi?"

"Tashi is an auspiciousness lifestyle. You've demonstrated your worthiness as a provider and your devotion to our marriage has been displayed by your achievement. Harry, I'm so proud of you and I love you so much." 

"Honey, I love you too. Sure I've provided a nice house back in Connecticut but you make it a home. You and the kids make all I do worthwhile. I don't understand what this all about."

My face cracked with a weak grin. "Do you understand Yin and Yang?"

Harry nodded and said, "Yeah, sort of, the Chinese believe everything has Yin and Yang elements."

"That's right everything has Yin and Yang including marriage. I'm the Yin and you're Yang."

"So women are Yin and men are Yang."

I nodded. "Exactly, in our marriage my Yin and your Yang are two halves that make the whole."

"Okay."

"And, for our marriage to be harmonious the Yin and Yang must balance each other."

Harry's face was set in a frown. "I think we balance each other just fine."

"You're sweet but, we both know that's not true. Sure I do all the domestic stuff but I haven't kept myself desirable..."

"You're desirable."

"Is that right? When we had sex last night, were you making love to me or were you using my pussy while you fantasied about fucking the waitress from the restaurant."

The blood rushed from Harry's face as he stuttered," Uh...uh....what waitress?"

"Don't Harry. Don't pretend you didn't notice the young waitress slinging her ass at you at the restaurant. It's okay. Really, I understand. She was presentable..."

"Presentable?"

"Yeah, presentable, she made herself desirable. It was more than her outfit, it was the way she carried herself, the way she exuded her sexuality."

"I see," said Harry still perplexed. 

"That's going to change, Harry from here on out I'm going to do my part to keep our relationship in balance and our marriage in harmony." I pushed my chair back so the web camera could get a good shot of my entire body. I flipped the shirt open so Harry could see my nudity. "From now on my loving husband, I'm going to make myself desirable."

Harry's face flushed as he caught sight of my bald beaver. Finally he choked, "Raquel you shaved your pussy."

"Waxed it actually, do you like it?" I asked as I ran my forefinger up and down my slick slit. "Do you find it desirable?"

Red-faced Harry just nodded.

"I'm so wet, Lover," I huffed. I spread my legs wide by placing a foot on each side of my laptop. My husband gasped as the image of my pussy filled his video screen. I was sure he saw everything from my puffy pussy glistening with excitement to my clitoris peeking from its hood seeking attention. I groaned, "I can't wait for you to get here."

"Me either," he croaked.

I had needs that couldn't wait to be satisfied. Blushing at the computer screen, I liberally applied lubricate to the thick shaft of my replica dildo. Satisfied that the dildo was ready for use I began to prepare myself to receive it. With familiarity my digits traced their way around my puffy pussy lips as I explored my pussy. It felt so good I whimpered, "Ah, ah, ah."

Taking up the dildo I allowed the head of it to slowly travel the most responsive parts of body, first my breasts then down my belly to my inner thighs, finally my labia. I applied various pressures to my body. My arousal built. I relished the powerful surging sensations.

"Oh, wow," muttered my husband.

Glancing at Harry with glassy eyes I watched as he took his cock from his trousers. Smiling at him I slipped the tip of dildo slowly inside my pussy. I heard his throaty groan of gratification as I simulated sexual intercourse by sliding the dildo in and out of my slick snatch. 

"That's it, that's it," I panted and puffed breathily, "Oh, that's it."

"Fuck yourself, Baby, fuck yourself," Harry encouraged.

I located my G-spot with the head of the sex toy and growled. I continued to saw the dildo in and out of my cunt with ever increasing speed. I diddled my clit with enthusiastic exertion until I was on the verge of a toe-curling orgasm. I huffed, "I'm...I'm...going...going...to...to...cum."

"Cum Baby, cum for me." Harry was practically shouting to be heard above the wet smacking sounds of my manual manipulation and the skin-on-skin slapping noise of his own self-abuse.

My orgasm exploded in the pleasure center of my mind as my cunt contorted and contracted around the apparatus imbedded within me. I screamed with agonized release, "Yeessssss!" 

After I returned from my climatic summit shuddering I pulled the dildo from my still shuddering snatch with an audible pop. I noticed Harry's image on the computer screen. He was standing above his electronic-tablet with his hard cock in his hand. A white string of cum dripped from it. 

"Are you still with me, Lover?"

Harry flopped back down in his chair. His face was flushed and he wore a grin from ear to ear. He wheezed, "Yeah, Baby, that was fan-fucking-tastic. I got to clean up my E-tablet before this cum dries on it. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I love you"

My grin was just as wide as my husband's. "I love you, too. Get your rest, you're going to need it."

As I shut the laptop I reflected on what we had just done. We had never engaged in any type of phone sex before let alone mutual masturbation. It had felt so naughty yet so natural. I didn't know if our marriage was returning to balance but I sure felt harmonious as I climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep.

The feeling of bliss didn't last long. Soon my mind whirled with troubled thoughts about my relationship with Harry. After a while I found myself captive in a strange dream in my home back in Connecticut. I heard splashing and laughter coming from the master bathroom. 

Harry and Xin were getting into the huge cast iron bath tub that filled much of the room. The freestanding claw foot tub was so tall that Xin had to get up on her tip toes to climb into it. The pink of her bald pussy was fully displayed as she swung her leg over its side. Both of them were settling in for a long luxurious soak. 

Xin added coconut milk to the hot running water then scattered rose petals to the steaming cloudy water. She said, "The scents of rose and coconut are essential for sexual harmony."

"What the fuck is going on!" I shouted. My voice roared above the splashing water.

Xin turned off the water and smirked at me, "I told you that I'm a White Tigress. I could sense that your man is still out of balance. I have come to America to bring him into balance."

"You've come all the way from China to fuck my husband? I thought you were my friend." Before she could reply I turned my outrage on my husband. "Harry, how could you?" 

"I need correct sex, Raquel. I'm tired of being the provider and having my devotion to our marriage rewarded with incorrect sex."

"But I waxed my pussy for you," I whined.

"It will take more than a bald cunt to restore balance to our relationship, Raquel. You have to use you pussy not just lay there while I fuck you. That's incorrect sex and not very satisfying for me. All of nature seeks a harmonious balance including me." 

Xin snapped her fingers at me and commanded, "You watch and learn."

With an aching heart I stifled my tears with a whimper. I stood in silence and watched.

The soothing scents of coconut and rose filled the room. Xin's smallish boobs bobbed in the water like ripe apples. Shooting me a naughty grin she scooted towards Harry. She draped her wet arms around his neck and kissed him. Darting her tongue into his mouth she moaned, "Hmmm."

Harry's cock hardened and rose through the cloudy water like a submarine periscope. His hands busily fondled Xin's breasts as she continued kissing him. It was his turn to moan when her hand found his cock underneath the water and began stroking it. 




Shanghai Surprise Ch. 02



She lifted herself up on to Harry's lap and fed his huge cock into her hungry hole. Her eyes widen with gratification as his big cock penetrated her. Panting with pleasure she sank further down on his cock in a modified Lotus position until it was fully seated inside her snatch. 

"Harry, you're so hard....so big...it feels...feels so good...inside me," Xin stammered. She squeezed her cunt muscles tightening her grip on his cock. Her responsiveness took his breath away. "Xin your pussy is so tight," huffed Harry enjoying the thrilling sensation.

She smirked at me and said, "The pleasurable result of Ben-Wa Balls."

Embracing my husband Xin instructed him on the proper way to share a Celestial breath with her. When she exhaled he was to inhale and then vice versa. As she breathed in, she would rock her pelvis back and tighten her vaginal muscles around his cock until he gasped with pleasure. When she exhaled and she would roll her pelvis forward and her cunt would reluctantly release its grip on his cock.

After a bit Harry was able to mirror her movements and they became entranced in ecstasy. Harry groaned as Xin's velvety pussy gripped his enormous cock like a vice. He smiled as her cunt contracted around his dick. His eyes widened and he said, "Xin, you have a fantastic pussy."

She snickered and replied, "I am White Tigress well-schooled in the ancient art of fang shù."

As their passion built Xin's face took on a red radiance. Her pelvic motions became more frantic. While she rode my husband, he squeezed her breasts with relentless vigor. She diddled her clit faster and faster. 

He was buried balls deep inside her as she rolled her hips and contracted her cunt clenching his cock tighter and tighter. His eyes rolled over white as he shot jets of jizz shoot into Xin's wanton womb. He hissed, "Cumming."

She growled that Harry's climaxing cock was putting pressure on her Lotus Root. She adjusted her movements to enhance that pressure. As her convulsions intensified she splashed water onto the floor. Her inarticulate ramblings echoed off the bathroom walls. Suddenly, she stiffened. A gush of fluid exploded from her cunt into Harry's lap. Xin had just experienced a High Tide orgasm. She had ejaculated. She fell limp in Harry's arms.

Harry held her tight as she struggled to recover. He asked, "Are you alright?"

She nodded unable to utter a word.

Harry picked her up and sat her on the edge of the tub. More water cascaded into the floor as he got out of the tub. He glared at me and said, "Did you see how much I enjoyed sex with a woman that did more than just lay there?"

Shamefaced I nodded without looking at Harry.

"Good, now clean her up."

In silence I nodded again.

Steam rose from Xin's body in the cooler air. She spread her legs wide for me and I looked at her cunt. Her labia opened like a blooming lotus blossom. Her clit was swollen and fully exposed. Cum dribbled from her cunt down her butthole and dripped onto the side of the tub. Xin watched with curiosity as I abruptly inserted my middle finger into her wet butthole. 

"Oh," she grunted and arched her eyebrows at the sudden violation.

After invading her butthole with my finger I shoved my thumb into her cummy cunt. Harry had shot so much goo into her it was like sticking my thumb in the jar of Small Lotus Cream.

"Raquel?" she questioned.

With a wicked grin I pinched my finger and thumb together like I was clutching a six-pack of beer. Bending my face to her snatch I whiffed the heady aroma created from scent of cum and pussy mingled with the fragrance of bath oil. Deftly I exposed her clit and darted my tongue against it before I lightly bit it.

"Oh-ho, oh-ho" Xin shouted as her body was once again racked with orgasm. 

My finger was expelled from her ass with a violent push. My thumb followed suit as Harry's cum spewed from her contracting cunt. I was left holding a hand full of jizz.

Xin scolded me once she recovered, "If you want tashi you must perform correct sex. You must practice fang shù."

I bolted upright in bed. I held up my empty hand expecting to find it filled with Harry's cum. My sigh of relief was long and deep as I realized it had just been a dream. More determined than ever I said out loud, "Just you wait, Harry. I'm going to give you so much pleasure. You won't even look at another woman let alone fuck her."

The next morning I reinserted the Ben-Wa Balls into my pussy before I put on my thong panties. My swollen vulva sucked the crotch into my snatch giving me a nice succulent camel-toe. I deftly ran my finger up and down the slit. I sighed, "That's where I want Harry's big cock."

I slipped into a flirty tan knit sweater-dress. The long sleeves and knee-length skirt added elegance to the ensemble. The knit material upped the wow factor by hugging my every curve perfectly. Its V-neck showed off just the right amount of cleavage. I decided not to wear a bra. My areolas were visible beneath the knit material. I exuded sexuality.

After I finished dressing I left my hotel for the Mickey D's down the street. The Chinese doorman smiled at me with appreciation as he opened the door to the street for me. I caught him ogling my ass as I sashayed by him. My mouth curved upward in an obvious smile.

I strolled down the street with an extra wiggle in my walk. Several Chinese men smiled at me after I caught them gaping at my cleavage. I smiled back. I stopped in front of a shop window and noticed that the sun had penetrated the knit material of my dress. My thong and bare butt cheeks were obvious beneath the knit fabric. I glanced over my shoulder with a flirtatious grin as a passing European businessman whistled at me as I entered Mickey D's.

After finishing my "Big Breakfast" I sat at my table and studied my book. I was working on my third cup of coffee when there was a sudden crash next to my table. The loud staccato of shouted Mandarin followed. Two Chinese men had bumped into each other while gawking down my top. I broke into a friendly smile that quieted both gentlemen. My large round breasts seemed to be a magnet for their eyes. I got up to leave. Their argument resumed as I walked out the door. I felt their sexual energy and fed off it. I recalled Xin's point about other men desiring you made your husband desire you even more. Instinctively, I knew she was right.

Once I was back at the hotel I made arrangements with the concierge to have a romantic dinner sent up to the room once Harry arrived. He agreed to call the room to let me know Harry was on the way up. There was still several hours before my husband returned so I went up to our room to prepare for fang shù.

I was so horny from all the male attention I had gotten that I immediately stripped as soon as I got inside my room. I lightly ran my index finger down my thong through the slit of my pussy. It was drenched with excitement and the thong's cotton material clung to my cunt. I slid my hand down the front of my thong this time under the moist material. My fingers inched their way toward my slick slit.

My lust was stilled not satiated. I kicked off my shoes and opened the closet door. Hanging inside I found my husband's white button down shirt. Bare breasted I slipped the shirt on. My nipples hardened as I picked up the masculine scent of my husband's pheromones. I left the shirt unbutton. Then reached inside and gently pinched my nipples until a feral growl escaped my throat.

With a seductive swing of my hips I strutted toward the bed pretending that my husband was already in it watching me, waiting for me. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and tried to pull my thong down. My saturated snatch refused to release my thong so I gave it a vigorous yank and it dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of it then crawled up the bed on my hands and knees. Feeling the cool air on my overheated sex I collapsed and rolled over on to my back. I rested my head on a pillow.

My breath came in excited pants as I traced a fingernail over the mounds of my breasts down to the valley of my belly until I got to the wet crevice of my cunt. I was careful to avoid my engorged clit. With delicate care I immersed my finger between the folds of my well lubricated labia. I found the silk string connected to the Ben-Wa Balls. Slowly, I pulled it. My pussy grew slicker as I tugged the quaking balls down the length of my cunt. I hissed and urgently dawdled my clit with my other hand.

Gradually, the pressure built to a pleasurable crescendo. With an audible pop they were expelled from my cunt. Spontaneous colors of white and red burst through my brain as orgasm racked my body. I lifted my butt off the mattress and screamed, "Harry! Harry!"

My tummy trembled in post-orgasmic enchantment. Temporarily satisfied I curled up in Harry's shirt and drifted off to sleep. This time I dreamed of my husband fucking me silly.

Sometime after the noon hour there was a knock at the door that woke me. Disconcerted I stumbled to the door and opened it. I became instantly awake, "Xin, won't you come in."

Nodding she squeezed my bare breast as she entered my room. She laughed as I hustled to cover myself by buttoning my shirt. She shook her head. "Don't bother to cover yourself. I have a gift for you."

I shrugged and let the shirt hang open. Taking the elongated jewelry box she handed me I opened it. My eyes widened with astonishment. Inside was a pair of silver nipple clamps connected by a string of cultured white pearls similar to the pair that Xin had worn last night for Mr. Zeng.

Her voice danced with excitement, "Your husband will relish your glorious breasts even more when they are properly presented."

"Thank you, Xin. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, just enjoy." She kissed me opened mouth, her tongue wrestled with mine as she harassed breast. Breaking the kiss she took my nipple into her mouth and sucked on it like a straw.

I stood on my tip-toes. It felt like Xin was trying to suck my entire body into her mouth. I hissed, "Geez."

Xin lifted her mouth off of my breast satisfied that the nipple could get no harder. She smiled at me and closed the clamp securely onto my nipple.

I yelped, "Awwww." 

Xin repeated the process with my other breast and once again I yapped when the second clamp closed on my other over-excited nipple. Tears of pain stung my eyes. She turned me so I could see my reflection in the wall mirror. The string of pearls hung delightfully between my breasts completely suspended from my excited nipples.

"Perfect presentation," proclaimed Xin. She knew how to make a woman fell desirable.

I smiled at Xin. I knew she was right, Harry would love the string of pearls hanging from my nipples. The site I'm sure would provoke a primeval pussy pounding from his excited manhood. I was so wound-up by the thought that the pain gave way to pleasure. I had orgasm standing in front of the mirror. My knees buckled and I whimpered, "Oh, oh, oh." 

Xin caught me before I hit the floor and sat me down bare-bottomed on the bed. The nipple clamps stayed firmly attached to my breasts. She smiled knowingly as she wiped the tears from my cheek with her thumb. She pushed me back until I was reclining on the bed. "Raquel, you are one of the most desirable creatures on the planet. I want to eat you up."

I watched her as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. I wasn't surprised to see she wore no bra. I noticed that while her breasts while small they were perfect for her size and her nipples were already hard. I said in a husky whisper, "You have such beautiful breasts, Xin." 

In response she smiled and undid her slacks then pushed them to the floor. Standing before me in just a blue thong she looked down at me. Her eyes simmered with lust. She climbed on the bed and kissed me with passion. 

As she kissed her way down my body, it squirmed in anticipation. Her nostrils caught the scent of my essence and flared with the primal knowledge that I was ready for sex. She darted her tongue into the folds of my gash and licked upward towards the cleft. Lightly she blew puffs of hot breath on my clitoris. Her tongue darted across my clit and I clutched the covers of the bed. Reaching up she tugged on the string of pearls causing the clamps to pinch down on my inflamed nipples. Then she gently bit my clit and ripped the clamps from my breasts.

A tidal wave of pain and pleasure crashed down on me. I wailed long and loud, "Ahhhhhh!"

Xin sat up and said, "You are beautiful when you orgasm, Raquel."

I lay panting unable to respond. I blinked basking in the ecstasy.

She lay back on the bed and fingered herself. She sighed, "I am in need of pleasure."

I rolled over and kissed her, probing her mouth with my tongue, tasting my nectar on her lips. I kissed her neck then each breast. I gave each nipple a good hard twist to return the favor.

She gasped as her body danced on the line of pain and pleasure. Kissing her belly I sucked on the jewel that pierced her naval. She lifted her hips allowing me to take her thong off. Her scent was enchanting. 

I spread her labia with my fingers and lowered my flickering tongue. I lapped her pussy like a dog. Working two fingers into her twat I hear Xin whimper. I jammed my thick thumb up her butt.

The unexpected intrusion caused Xin to bang her fist into the mattress and scream. Sent over the cliff of climax she hollered, "My pussy, my pussy, my pussy."

After a quick shower where we once again we gave each other orgasms, Xin helped me get ready for my evening with my husband. She piled my hair up on top of my head in a sexy bun and held it in place with decorative chopsticks. Satisfied with my hair, Xin started applying my makeup. When that was completed she said, "Let's finish getting you dressed."

We went into the bedroom. Xin held up the black fishnet stockings and I sat down bare-bottomed on the bed and hiked up a leg. She slid a stocking up each of my legs and clipped them to my garter belt. Next she strapped the sexy black stilettos to my feet, her face just inches from my pussy. Before she rose up off her knees she said, "My goodness you have such an enticing scent. Give me a taste, Raquel." 

I parted my legs and Xin's tongue darted into my pussy. Aroused I groaned, "Ahh."

She teased my pussy for several minutes then withdrew her tongue and stood up.

"You Bitch, I was just about there," I snarled.

She smirked in return. "That's enough, Raquel. I want you stimulated not satisfied."

After Xin put my pearl ear-rings in for me she held up the nipple clamps and said, "Ready for these, my tantalizing White Tigress?" 

I looked at the silver nipple clamps connected by a string of pearls and nodded. I leaned back on straight arms and gripped the bed covers in anticipation for what I knew was to come.

She took one of my breasts in her hand gently squeezing it before she lowered her mouth to its nipple. Lightly she bit and sucked my nipple until it was hard enough to cut glass. Then she repeated the process on the other breast.

My pussy was drenched with desire and pulsated with passion. I clutched the bedspread and howled in ecstasy as she clipped both clamps to my nipples. I shrieked, "Cumming!"

Xin gave me a moment to recover then pulled me up from the bed. She handed me the garments of my outfit.

I wiggled into the red Cheongsam miniskirt with little white tigers embroidered on it. The hemline was so high that my lower buttocks were exposed. The short-sleeved Cheongsam jacket fit close to the neck and hooked closed at the stiff collar. The jacket stopped at midriff. It had an open front that left my nude breasts fully exposed and revealed the string of pearls hanging from my nipples. I broke into a wide smile when I looked in the mirror. I looked and felt like a White Tigress.

Xin was amused. "That is what I call proper presentation."

The phone rang and I answered it. It was the concierge letting me know Harry was on the way up to the room. I kissed Xin and let her out the door.

"Have a good time. It will be better if you extend the ecstasy like you've been taught." She gave me a brief naughty grin before she added, "I go to pleasure Mr. Zeng now. He wants to fill my pussy once more with his essence before he leaves for Beijing. Tonight, my husband will dine on cream-pie. It will serve to remind him that I expect him to succeed."

"You're so wicked, Xin."

Her voice lifted with humor, "I am White Tigress." A few minutes after Xin left, I heard Harry's key in the door. He entered our hotel room. 

As soon as the door slammed shut I approached him with a swaggering sway of my hips. My stilettos clicked on the floor with purpose. I hoped Harry recognized I walked like a bitch in heat ready to mate. I kissed his cheek and cooed, "Welcome back, Lover."

His jaw dropped and his mouth flew up when he caught sight of my sexy attire. His eyes lingered on my breasts taking note that my nipples were rigid and ravished from the clamps. The string of pearls that connected the clamps danced through the valley of my cleavage with each hot breathe I panted. Finally, he looked into my eyes trying to scrutinize my soul.

Unflinching I returned his gaze. My voice was husky as I asked, "How do you like my outfit?" "It looks better on you than the waitress," he chocked. "You have never looked more beautiful."

He dropped his bags and took me in his arms. He pressed his lips to mine with force. His cock was hard and I could feel it pressing against me. His hands found my bare ass under my mini-skirt and he gave my buttocks a forceful squeeze. 

"I missed you so much," I said. My voice quivered with lust. I dropped to my knees and fished Harry's distended cock for his trousers. It throbbed with yearning and danced with desire before my eyes. I watched it sway for a moment. Then I looked up at Harry and said, "Lover, your cock looks magnificent. Let me show how I have learned to absorb the Dragon's Breath." 

His eyes shifted to mine as my hand steadied his prick. He rasped, "Dragon's Breath?"

"Absorbing the Dragon's Breath is the ability to receive the sexual energy of the male orgasm. If I do it properly it can lead to transcendent state of spiritual illumination." I lovingly siphoned his bulbous head into my mouth. 

He gasped for breath and huffed, "Oh, oh, oh."

I didn't take my eyes off his as I licked the underside of his shaft like it was ice cream cone. I shifted a hand to his balls and gently squeezed them. I teased him, "Are they full, Lover? Are they full for me?" 

Licking my way back up the length of his shaft to the head I grasped his cock to steady it. Then I tantalized Harry by darting my tongue into his piss slit. I giggled with mischief as he stood on his tip-toes. Making his cock disappear into my mouth I suckled on it while stroking the remaining shaft. I jacked his length with one hand and rolled his balls with the other. I felt his cock twitch signaling he was close to climax. Suddenly, spunk gushed out of his cock like it was a fire hose. I unsuccessfully tried to catch his cum in my mouth. It washed over my face instead. A bit dripped from my chin down on to my breasts.

"Awooo, Awooo." Harry bellowed like a gratified bull. When he finished spewing he looked down at me gasping for air. 

I rested my bare bottom on the floor and looked up at Harry with one eye. The other had its lashes glued closed with cum. My face was quite literally covered with cum. I smiled through the goo and said, "The Dragon spewed fire I wasn't able to absorb it all."

He nodded and said, "You look so erotic with my cum dripping off your face. I can't remember the last time you sucked my cock and you've never let me cum on your face before."

"I'm sorry. I've neglected your needs for too long. I promise our sex life will be better." I held out my hand and Harry pulled me up from the floor and into and an embrace. He said with passion, "I love you, Raquel."




Shanghai Surprise Ch. 02



There was a knock at the door. I pushed out of his grip and said, "I love you too. That's our supper. Get the door while I make myself presentable."

With my face cleaned and my make-up reapplied I returned from the bathroom and found that Harry had already placed our supper on the table. Kissing his cheek I sat down to dine. Supper was not only romantic it was aphrodisiac as well. It consisted of Reishi mushrooms, steamed Mitten crab from the Yangtze River and Shanghai fried noodles made with stir-fried beef, cabbage and spinach. This was topped off with herbal tea made from galangal and green tea. We ate silently for a while just looking at each other and enjoying each other's company. The city lights filtering into the room added an exotic flare.

"This is really good, Raquel," said Harry his mouth half-full. "I've never really cared for Chinese food but this is good."

"That's because you've never had real Chinese food. You've had Americanized Chinese food it's not the same thing." I smiled. "If you think the food is good, wait until you see what's for dessert." 

After we finished eating I cleared the table of dirty dishes by putting them back on the cart. I undid my mini-skirt and pushed it down to my ankles. I paused for a moment before stepping out of it so Harry could appreciate my pouting pussy and pretty pink pucker.

Harry scooted back from the table and watched me intently. When my skirt hit the floor exposing my bare bottom he oohed, "Baby, you are so sexy."

I turned toward the table and watched Harry's eyes traverse down my body from my breasts to my bald cunt. The wanting in him made me giggle. I swung my butt up on the table. It felt cool on my overheated flesh.

"The Chinese believe that there is a great medicine of longevity to be found in the body of a woman. It is composed of three essences: one, found at the woman's mouth," I touched my lips for emphasis. Then I trailed my hand down to my breasts and squeezed one, "Another from her breasts." I spread my legs wide splaying my snatch open for my husband and whispered, "The third and most powerful essence is found at the Grotto of the White Tiger or her pussy." I hissed, "Come take your medicine."

Harry lapped at my cunt like a hungry cat lapped milk from a saucer. He noisily sucked on my bald labia then drew his tongue through it. He teased my clit from its hiding place and fingered my cunt by sawing his two fingers in and out of me. He moaned with his mouth full of my pussy.

Enthralled with Harry's oral aptitude I watched his tongue dart skillfully around my pussy. My groans of gratification communicated my pleasure. I ran my fingers over his balding head trying to pull his entire face into my snatch. I bit my lip as his tongue continued to torment my clit. I grasped the edge of the table to keep from falling off of it. I was ready to literally levitate.

Harry daubed my butthole by pressing his tongue flat against it. Then he assaulted my anus by darting his tongue in and out of it. Next he swirled his tongue around it as I hissed and hooted. Satisfied that I was on the verge of orgasm he trailed his tongue through my labia. Then he lightly bit my clit and shoved two of his fingers up my ass. 

The muscles of my ass contracted around Harry's fingers as my climax ripped through my body. The table quivered beneath me as my body quaked on top of it. With dizzy delight I cried, "Yes, Yes. Yes."

I lay back on the table and caught my breath. I heard Harry's chair scrape the floor as he stood up. I opened my eyes and watched as he hurriedly stripped, throwing his clothes into a pile. I stopped him just as he grabbed my ankle to spread my legs wider. I held my hand to his chest and said, "Just stop right there, Harry."

"But I want to fuck you," he whined.

"I know you do, Lover and you will but there is an order we must follow to attain Heavenly Earth." I pushed him back, "Sit down Harry."

He complied with a pout then complained, "I don't see why we can't just fuck."

I scooted off the table and continued, "Like most Westerners, Harry, you view sex in a goal oriented way. You think the orgasm is the only purpose of the sexual encounter, the better the orgasm, the better the sex. Correct sex prolongs the pleasure and amplifies the orgasm. Correct sex brings the Yin and Yang into harmonious balance. If we do this right we'll achieve Heavenly Earth pleasure."

"Yin and Yang?"

"Yes, we need to bring the Yin and Yang of our marriage into balance. The six Yin and Yang positions must be done in order to achieve Heavenly Earth. We have to do all six positions in order while you perform the Order of Nine for the Jade Wand." 

"Order of the Jade Wand?"

I grabbed Harry's hard cock and felt it throb in my hand. I giggled. "This is your Jade Wand. The Order of Nine is the art of thrusting. You need to thrust your cock inside me in a sequence of nine shallow thrusts then one deep one, followed by eight shallow then two deep, working your way through the series until the final sequence is one shallow and nine deep thrusts. Understand?" 

Harry nodded then blinked. His eyebrows shot up and he replied, "That's ninety thrusts."

"I know, Lover, trust me. And, you can't orgasm before the last sequence of the last position."

He shook his head and stammered, "That's five hundred and forty thrusts. There's no way I'll last that long."

Smiling, I said, "Try. The first position is called the Flying Frog."

I placed my feet on each side of Harry's hips and lowered myself on to his hard cock until I was fully seated. I could feel Harry's pubic hair tickling my butthole and I giggled. I contracted my cunt around my husband's hardness it felt delightful. I clung to his neck to keep from falling.

Harry gasped, "Raquel...your...your pussy...pussy feels...feels so...so tight...so good."

"Yeah, I've been using Ben-Wa Balls to tighten it up."

I kissed Harry quickly then slowly rose up on his cock until just the head was in my pussy. Then I slid half-way down his cock only to reverse it and come back up until just head rest remained. I repeated these shallow strokes eight more times then slid completely down my husband's shaft on the tenth stroke. I paused as he gasped and reminded him, "Remember don't cum."

"Okay," he hissed grapping my ass to help steady me.

I repeated the sequence but replaced a shallow stroke with a deeper one. Once the sequence of ten was complete I began the next reducing the shallow and adding deeper ones until a full set of nine had been completed. I rested on Harry's lap with his cock fully embedded in my cunt. I kissed his cheek it was flush with his excitement. I rose off his cock. It flopped against his belly with a wet smack. 

His eyes widen with discomfort, "Give me a second."

I moved my feet and replaced them with my knees. With a knee on each side of his hips I once again lowered myself onto his cock. Smiling I said, "This position is called the Yoked Fish."

Harry slapped my ass again and again as I repeated the ten stroke sequence of nine. He squeezed and sucked on my breasts. He tugged on the string of pearls sending pain messages to my brain while his cock sent pleasure messages to my pussy. His eyes grew large my cunt contracted around his cock in orgasm. He curled his toes to keep from blowing his load. He whimpered.

I wailed in orgasmic relief, "Oh, Baby."

I rose off his cock and it wetly smacked his belly. It drooled his desire as I took it up in my hand. Turning around I faced away from him and lowered myself back down on his cock. When I again was fully stuffed with his cock I said, "This position is called the Conquering Rabbit." 

This time when I repeated the shallow/deep thrust sequences I strummed my clit like it was a banjo. Harry grasped my hips and twisted me sideways on his cock while I went up and down it. Once again my pleasure center was overwhelmed and I came with a shout.

I got off of Harry's cock with trembling knees. I was proud of him. So far he had been able to fight off his craving to cum. "How are you doing, Lover?"

He sighed forcing air over is teeth. He pouted, "It's not fair you get to cum and I have to wait."

Stroking his face I offered, "Trust me it will be worth the wait. We're half way there, Lover. Now it's your turn to control the thrusting. The next position is called the Flying Dragon."

I climbed on the table and spread my legs wide, enticing Harry. I clutched his cock as he stepped between my thighs and guided it into my cunt. I pushed back on his chest as he moved to bury it inside me. I shook my head, "Remember the Order of Nine. Shallow thrusts first then the deeper ones."

Tears of frustration watered his eyes and he bit his lip. He nodded and kept just the head inside me and gave me nine quick shallow thrusts followed by a deep one. Kissing me between each set of thrusts he fought back the urge to orgasm.

"That feels so good, Lover." I encouraged him after each kiss. I diddled my clit as he increased the number of deep thrusts. With his final thrust I clutched his ass to hold him in place and climaxed again shouting my release, "Cumming!" 

Harry's face was crimson by the time I had finished. He blew deep puffs of air as he pulled his cock for my quivering quim. He huffed, "I need a moment. My balls feel like they're about to explode." 

I kissed him and said, "Take your time, Lover. Just two more positions then you can cum. The next one is called the Wrestling Monkey."

Lying on my back I guided Harry back into my cunt. My ankles were next to his ears as he began to thrust. I tugged the string of pearls connected to the nipple clamps in time to Harry's thrusts. Each tug brought a submissive whimper. As his thrusts grew deeper I pressed my palm against my clit with potent force. I howled as another orgasm ripped through my body. 

"Oh, no you don't," he sobbed. He pulled out me before my cunt embraced his cock.

Giggling I bent over the table pointing my ass at Harry. "Last position, Lover. It's called the Stalking Tiger. Remember don't come until you finish the tenth sequence of nine."

He slapped my ass in response and sneered, "I'm going to fill your pussy with so much cum."

Looking over my shoulder I saw the ache of desire in his eyes. I gasped as he entered me with renewed vigor. I reached between my legs and patted his full balls as he began. I teased, "I can't wait, Lover."

He grunted and quickly completed the shallow thrusts. Then he paused after the deep thrust enjoying the wetness of my cunt on his hardness. His cock was so big and my cunt had been tightened so much by the Ben-Wa balls that I swear I could feel the blood surging through its veins. Grasping my hips with his hands he held me in place. As he thrust deeper he picked up speed. "Don't stop...please...don't stop," I begged.

I reached between my legs and diddled my clit in time to Harry's onslaught. The wet flesh-on-flesh smacks grew more intense as he pounded my pussy. I lost count of his thrusts but knew he was nearing the end as he thrust deeper and more pleasurable. With sudden inspiration I viciously yanked the string of pearls from my breasts. Pain shot to my brain from my tortured nipples. My eyes rolled back in my head as my brain tried to process the pain versus pleasure messages. I gripped the table with white trembling knuckles. The urge to pee was overwhelming. A sudden electrical surge passed through my body. It felt like my whole pelvic region contracted around Harry's cock. I vocalized my orgasm with a low growl that built until it reached its pinnacle. I screamed as ejaculate splattered on the floor. I had achieved High Tide. I hooted my release, "Haaaaaaa! Haaaaaa!"

Harry's resistance crumpled as my climaxing cunt wetly clutched and contracted around his cock. He pulled my hair snapping my head back and I hissed. Once my back was arched he propelled more of his pecker into my pussy and I groaned. With a wicked laugh he slapped my ass over and over again in time to his thrusting cock. Each stinging blow brought a yelp from me that inflamed Harry's lust. With a final savage stab he bottomed his cock out against my cervix and exploded cum all over it. He bellowed his release like a bull, "Ba-whoo! Ba-whoo!" 

He filled my pussy with so much cum that it couldn't contain all of it. Much of it dribbled down my thigh. His cock softened and slipped from my pussy. It was like pulling the plug in a bathtub. Cum flowed down my leg in a torrent. Spent Harry collapsed into the chair behind him. He pulled me into his lap.

I curled up in his arms exhausted. My smile was ear to ear and emanated my sexual satisfaction. Whispering in a warm tone I said, "Now that was what I call correct sex. I think we achieved Heavenly Earth. You are a magnificent lover."

My confession made Harry blush. I rested my head on his shoulder and softly continued, "I love you, Harry, so much. I think our Yin and Yang is back in harmony. I'm going to continue to practice the bedroom arts to keep us in a pleasurable balance."

He nodded. His voice reverberated with masculine gratification, "I love you too, Raquel. I don't know if it was correct sex but it was definitely the best I've ever had. I've never experienced such an intense orgasm in all my life. I'm so glad you decided to learn something about Chinese culture."