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Lai Ch. 03: Barb

By: rcwait



I awoke and a clock indicated 8 o'clock; I couldn't have slept more than five hours. My body felt somewhat tired, but my mind was excited and my heart was leaping. Louis was still fast asleep.

I looked at him for a bit, wondering whether I was falling in love. I had only known him for one night, was it possible? Oh, but what a night! Such a handsome, wealthy, intelligent, confident, powerful man ... and I felt so alive around him. I felt so comfortable and secure around him. And so great at sexual play! Three sets of orgasms already ... plus a half, if one counted the aborted one in the club.

I slipped out of bed, removed my choker and earrings and sandals, and put on one of Louis' shirts that I found in the closet. I walked barefoot out towards the kitchen. Along the way, I noted that the living room was no longer disheveled and that the dishes in the dining room had been cleared. I asked loudly, "Anybody here?" There was no response; evidently the housekeeper had come and gone.

I decided to make a simple meal for Louis and me. Twenty minutes later, I finished an American-style breakfast of omelets, fresh fruit, and toast, which I figured he would appreciate, a nod to his time in America.

I returned to my room to do some quick personal hygiene. I then put on a new outfit for Louis, a matching baby-blue bra and knickers set. It was a satin push-up underwire bra, which created an incredibly deep cleavage around my already enormous breasts. The G-string satin panties were tiny but provided real coverage in front and had the words SEXY BABE written in cursive.

I re-applied my make-up, opting for my go-to "natural" look, free of mascara and liner and with the use of only subtle amounts of light bronze shadow and blush, topped off with glossy cinnamon-colored lipstick. I adorned my ears with small gold hoops. Finally, I stepped into classic nude-colored 4-inch thin-heeled pointed-toe patent leather d'Orsay pumps, designed with an absent upper on the medial side to expose the arches of my feet and a small vamp to reveal ample toe cleavage.

I re-entered the master bedroom at 9:30 o'clock. Louis was still asleep on his back. I peeled back the top sheet to reveal his flaccid penis. It was not large; evidently, he was a "grower", which I find more fun to stimulate, as I get immediate and obvious feedback to my efforts. Kneeling on the bed between his legs, I engulfed his entire manhood, my abundant and long hair laying all over his hard flat pelvic region and thickly muscular upper thighs. As I licked, I could sense the organ lengthening. I began to bob my head, stroking the rod with my mouth and tickling his skin with my hair. 

He stirred, eyes half-open. I paused the blow job and cheerily said, "Good morning, cutie. I'm a little thirsty right now. Let me get something to drink before you get up." I proceeded to suck and lick with greater urgency, my fingers fondling his scrotum and my long nails tickling his perineum.

After about ten minutes, Louis groaned, "Don't stop, don't stop ..." Then his words started coming out irregularly and I knew he was about at the edge.

I disengaged my mouth and my right hand took over, furiously stroking his erection. Over his groaning, I lasciviously teased, "Don't cum, don't cum ..." But, of course, he couldn't halt his orgasm, given the speed with which I was pumping. We locked eyes as thick cum ejaculated out all over, spewing onto his torso and the sheets. I continued to stroke and took pleasure in watching Louis twitch every so often.

When his penis notably softened, he spoke with a gratifying smile. "Good morning, Barb. Thank you for starting my day so well, sexy babe." He stroked my hair. "I could get really used to this," he said, his voice trailing off.

I licked a bit of cum off his tight abdomen. "Likewise," I replied happily. "I really like the taste of semen in the morning. Better than tea, I think."

***

After finishing the meal in the dining room, Louis gave me a big hug and a deep kiss as thanks for making breakfast. He had been wearing his black trunks; I had still been in my lingerie and heels, like it was the most normal way in the world to dress for breakfast. I volunteered to clear the table, mainly because I wanted to have him watch me parade around in my outfit. Sure enough, his eyes followed me everywhere.

"Should we shower before sailing today?" he asked. I nodded in agreement, heading towards the guestroom. "I guess I was hoping to shower together, Barb," he said, when he realized my intent.

"Never thought you'd ask," I replied, smiling. I slinked ahead of him, leading him to the master bedroom. The shower area was huge, with a built-in stone bench on the far wall. He turned on the water and took off his boxers. Louis waited for me to enter the shower first and I bent over to give his semi-rigid cock a small kiss, teasing, "Do you miss me?" I unfastened my bra and slipped off my knickers and removed my earrings, placing them all on a drawer.

Before I kicked off my pumps, though, I realized that my personal shampoo, shaving cream, and soap were still in the guestroom. I turned right around and walked back to the guestroom to retrieve the items, knowing that what was better than strutting around in lingerie and heels was strutting around nude in heels. Upon returning, I squatted and kissed his cock again, "Thanks for waiting."

In the shower, we took our time washing each other's hair and skin. Louis paid particular attention to my tits and my pussy region, as I expected. I sat on the bench and invited him to shave my landing strip. He seemed to take great pleasure in lathering the fuzz and shaving it ever so carefully. I avoided groping his penis for the most part, concentrating on his trim and muscular torso. I just wanted to feel his physical power and strength with my hands. We had fun playing in the shower, laughing together and sensually pressing our bodies against each other.

We did have some plans, though, so we did not excessively prolong the water play. We separated to different rooms to change into clothes for an afternoon sail. On top, I put on a tight white half T-shirt which was cut off just below my bra-less boobs, which displayed my toned flat stomach nicely. On the bottom, I wore a tight tan leather skirt that stopped at mid-thigh. On my feet, I simply wore tennis shoes. I applied neither make-up nor jewelry, but I did slather on some sun-block lotion. I put my hair into a ponytail. Then I packed a large beach bag with a number of items that I was going to change into once on Louis' sailboat.

***

I met Louis at the front door. He looked quite handsome in a white polo shirt that exhibited his upper body well and tan knee-length shorts. He too had a bag. "We match!" I squealed brightly. He laughed, as he took my hand. We exited the flat and found our way to his black Ferrari. The top was kept down, even though it was a cloudless sunny day.

It would be a half hour drive to Aberdeen, so I took to opportunity to apologize for my flirting at the club last night. "Louis, I wanted to say sorry about some of my behavior at the dance place last night. I know that I wasted your time talking to other men. I thought it might make me more desirable to you and I really want you to want me."

"Barb, thank you for apologizing. Obviously, I forgave what you did, but I appreciate knowing how you actually feel. There's no need to play games. I want to get to know you deeply and I am happy with the way our relationship is progressing in a short amount of time. And I want to continue this journey. Can I just declare once and for all that I find you highly desirable? I want you to feel secure this weekend, this weekend is all about us, no one else. You, Barb, are all that I am devoting myself to for the next couple of days."

Hearing this made me feel warm inside. I didn't know what to say, so I just gave him a long kiss on the cheek and nestled my head on his broad shoulder. We mostly stayed silent for the rest of the trip, keeping the communication limited to pointing out passing observations about the scenery. In what seemed like no time, we reached the dock.

We boarded Louis' 9-meter yacht. I had read that he was an experienced sailor, which is a reason that I had proposed this activity. I also figured it would give us time alone. It was an essentially windless day. He explained that, since he wanted to pay attention to me and get to more private waters sooner, he would use a motor and steer his way westward through the busiest part of the East Lamma Channel rather than try to use the mild winds to sail through it. He promised me that we would put up the sails later. 

"Thank you for choosing this activity for us, Barb. I really love being out on the water like this."

I pulled down my sunglasses, winked at him, and deliberately adjusted my skirt. "I promise you that this afternoon, cutie, you will love it twice as much." He laughed. I continued, "I had read that you were an avid sailor. What do you find so appealing about it?"

"The freedom. I have no unwanted distractions out here and I can choose my destination. I don't necessarily get that on land."

"Yes, I know what you mean. There is a freedom when you bury yourself into an activity that has nothing to do with your real life or real responsibilities. For myself, I find that with dancing. I would love to have you dance with me some day in the future. I mean real dancing, not the stuff in clubs."

We talked a bit about these interests and also how they played similar roles in our lives. I learned that he began sailing at a young age, just like I began dancing at a young age. I learned that he was able to continue sailing in America and made many new friends this way, just as I had met many of my dearest friends in dance studios and performances.

After a while, in more open water with nary another boat nearby, we ate a very light lunch of sandwiches and fruit, pulled from Louis' bag. Then Louis explained to me some basic principles about raising and controlling a sail. He shut off the motor and began to raise a sail and he asked me to assist him. He helped me move ropes this way and that until I had developed some genuine comprehension of what I was doing. I giggled with excitement at one point, "This is so fun!" when I independently adjusted the sail and made the yacht move the expected way. Louis appeared pleased. 

I decided to please him some more. "Sweetie, I want to change into something more appropriate for the water. Be right back. Can you take care of the boat yourself while I am gone?" I teased.

After leaving a bottle of sun-block lotion between the two aft deck chairs, I descended into the cabin with my bag. I undid my ponytail. I stripped off my sunglasses, T-shirt, skirt, and sneakers. In their place, I put on a bikini and heels. The bikini top consisted of two white diamond-shaped panels, each about four inches high and two inches at its widest point. It provided modesty essentially to my areola only, with the rest of my full breasts exposed for all to see and feel. The bikini bottom was even less generous in supplying coverage to my private parts, with a white panel that only covered my puffy lips. Thin white straps were all that clothed my back. I applied a bit of my go-to bronze eye and cheek make-up, as well as glossy cinnamon-colored lipstick, like I had earlier this morning. Then I slipped on a pair of open-toed mules, each with a clear wide vamp and a thin 4-inch Lucite heel.

There was no full-length mirror in the cabin, but I know my nude body -- my flawless skin, my pretty face and long hair, my graceful neck, my slender and toned arms, my large tits and narrow waist and wide hips, my round ass, my long and shapely legs -- is an object of male desire. And I was basically all nude in this so-called bikini and the transparent fuck-me shoes. I ascended confidently out from the cabin, eager for Louis to attack me and ready for another orgasm I knew would be sure to come.

"Louis, dear, I don't know if this outfit would be fine for swimming. What do you think? Maybe it would be better just for sunbathing ... "

He turned around and when he saw me, he pulled off his sunglasses and his eyes and jaws opened up wide. He simply uttered, "Wow!"

"... or perhaps sexual play? Probably sunbathing, if you ask me, though. I could get a nice tan. What's your opinion, honey?" I giggled and slinked towards him, while his eyes lustfully devoured me. Reaching him, I pressed close and whispered in his ear, "Would you be so good as to put some more lotion on me?"

"Uh, I would love to." Louis turned the boat directly upwind and released the sail, completely stopping the boat in the mostly windless waters. He then wrapped an arm around my waist and escorted me to one of the two deck recliners.

I lay prone on the recliner, while he he sat between my spread legs and slowly massaged lotion onto my backside. I provided some encouraging moans as he rubbed me. After he finished, I cooed, "This feels so wonderful, Louis. You have such talented hands, sweetie. I hope that you enjoyed touching me as much as I enjoyed being touched. I'm sure you would like to do another round on my back, but would you be a dear and do my frontside?"

I quickly maneuvered around his sitting form and rotated myself supine. "Don't forget my boobs, cutie. They deserve protection, too, don't you think?" I joked salaciously, jiggling them with my hands. I watched his lecherous reaction and considered the strong possibility that he would abruptly fuck me in missionary right then and there. I was in perfect position, nearly naked, legs spread wide, while he was already sitting between my legs, his crotch inches from mine. Surprisingly, though, Louis kept himself under control, slowly massaging every non-covered part of my skin on my frontside with lotion.

"I think I'm done, Barb. You will not get a sunburn today."

What is this?, I thought. Is he dense? I'm dressed like a slut and providing all sorts of suggestive hints. It wasn't like we hadn't engaged in carnal play yet and he was obviously turned on by my appearance. I decided to make sure that sex of some kind would occur at sea today. "Your turn, Louis. You need protection, too. Strip to your briefs and then lie down on your tummy."

He did. I positioned myself like he had earlier. I completed putting lotion on his backside and told him that I would do the front. After he flipped to a supine position, I noticed that his erect manhood was pointing sideways and appeared uncomfortably confined underneath his dark blue Lycra briefs. I avoided putting lotion underneath the briefs, but took great pleasure in rubbing my hands across every other inch of his tight muscular figure and I made sure he knew it. "Your body is so luscious and sexy, cutie. You have such an impressive physique, honey. So muscular and so well proportioned. What a defined chest and stomach, such big arms and thighs. I don't know how any girl wouldn't want you in her, holding her with your masculine body. It's just a gift to me to touch you and marvel at your magnificent form."

I prattled on like this, knowing he was enjoying the silly flattery and guessing he was becoming even more aroused. I personally was extremely aroused after massaging his desirable body and I was becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of sexual action. Nevertheless, two can play the game and I said, "I think I'm done, Louis. You, too, will not get a sunburn today."

"Thanks, Barb. Would you mind sitting down here with your back leaning against my chest? I think it would be a nice and intimate way to relax together," he replied amiably. I nestled against his chest and between his encircling arms. It was a pleasant feeling, one of great physical security and warmth. I thought about dozing off in this position, since I was beginning to abandon hope that anything sexual would occur.

I was wrong. It was a trap. After less than a minute, Louis hissed menacingly, "You teasing slut. You want it, don't you? You want some pussy action out here in the waters where people can see, you little minx? I need to watch out for other boats, so we don't collide, but you ... you just want some action no matter what, huh? This is what I do to naughty irresponsible flirts like you." Although I was a bit scared with the tone, I must admit I actually was more titillated than anything else by Louis taking control over my imprisoned body.

He brought his right hand to my kitty, pushing the miniscule panel over it aside. His index finger found my clitoris and insistently rubbed it in a tight circular fashion. In short order, I tried to squirm, but couldn't move much, as Louis' left arm was tightly wrapped around my arms and chest and his powerful legs were on top of mine. The feeling was getting quite intense, especially as I could not hardly move.

I began to leak profusely. I started to scream in orgasmic agony, "Oh my god, oh my god ... I can't take this, I can't take this ... Louis sweetie, I beg you, Louis sweetie, I beg you ... I'M CUMINNNNNNG!" I shook violently, but he didn't stop rubbing my clit. I orgasmed again quickly, yelling, "FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!" Then he curled a couple of fingers and finger-fucked my sopping wet pussy until I was panting like a crazed animal. I orgasmed a third time, screeching, "AAAAAAH!" He returned to abusing my clit, but, by now, my brain was completely exhausted by the intensity of the stimulation and I could only muster some pathetic moans during a fourth orgasm.

Louis was not through. He lifted me off the recliner like a rag doll and bent me over the railing behind it. While I was still dazed and moaning, he forcefully shoved his stiff cock deep into me. I spasmodically jerked as he entered. Then, stabilizing me with one arm and groping a tit with the other, he jackhammered into my cunt dozens of times.

I was nearly unconscious at this point and whimpered helplessly with each thrust. I thought I heard him growl things like, "God, what a tight cunt. So wet and warm. Such a fuckable body you like to flaunt, Miss Wei. Such squeezable tits, such a firm ass. Parading around in that piece of floss and high-class whore heels, trying to tempt me, this is what you deserve. You are my personal cock-pleaser, aren't you, you little princess." Suddenly, my pussy filled up with a thick liquid that oozed down my thighs, even as Louis continued to pound me mercilessly.

My body began to go completely limp and, sensing this, Louis pulled out. He gently lowered me to the deck, my body slumped over. With my last remaining bit of consciousness, I looked into his eyes and mumbled, "Sweetie, what an amazing fuck ..."

***

When I awoke, I was wearing Louis' polo shirt, lying supine on a recliner. He was steering the sailboat. I got off the chair and walked over to him. From behind, I put my arms around his neck and kissed his shoulders multiple times. "I can't remember when I last felt so sexually satisfied, Louis. You taking such dominance over me, that was so what I needed right then, my dear lover. Thank you, sweetie." He turned slightly, smiling, but never faced me, coolly docking his craft with total control into the space granted to it.

Lai Ch. 04: Barb



I kept my bikini bottom and heels on during the silent ride back. Louis, of course, took advantage of this, noticeably admiring my shapely gams and provocatively-encased feet. He kept his hand on my right thigh the whole journey, caressing it unhurriedly, and occasionally venturing next to my pussy lips. I, in turn, looked at him adoringly probably the entire time, grazing my hand constantly across his left cheek and occasionally giving him soft kisses on his head and neck.

Once inside his flat, we agreed to meet in an hour and a half. We had dinner reservations in two hours and tickets afterwards to see the musical Phantom of the Opera. Louis told me that that, since our sailing trip took a bit longer than anticipated, he had pushed back the reservation time. He also indicated that he would prefer not to rush the meal, which would mean that we would be quite late to the show. I agreed with the plan wholeheartedly, particularly as we had both each seen the musical before.

I took a shower and curled my long black hair a bit. I had decided on a sultry appearance for the evening. I applied shimmering dark shadow to accompany thick mascara and winged eyeliner. I put on a thick amount of dark bronze blush to my cheekbones and between my breasts. I finished the effect with dark fuchsia glossy lipstick on my bee-stung lips. I then spritzed perfume on my neck, wrists, cleavage, and inner thighs.

I put on a bright red floor-length column evening gown. Although not immediately apparent, it was a truly erotic dress. The decolletage was a V-cut down to the bottom of the sternum, with a halter supporting the cups. The front part of the dress was lacy to the low waist and, with the exception of the nipples, the floral patterns of the lace were seemingly randomly placed; the mesh surrounding the patterns was dense, ensuring only a semi-opaque exposure of skin. The dress was cut backless to the top of my butt and with a tease of visible side-boob. The skirt of the dress was made of a clingy stretch silk crepe that was constructed extremely tight around the hips and thighs, flaring out slightly past the knees. The final sensuous touch was an open slit up the left side to the top of the hip bone and a two-inch wide slit up the right side to the hip which was secured at that width by a running pair of criss-crossing red straps. Because of the design and fit of the gown, there was no room for either a bra or knickers.

I knew that the slits on either side of the dress would allow a view of my shoes. I had bought a pair of sexy Jimmy Choo silver sandals with one-inch beveled platforms and 5-inch silver metallic stiletto heels. Each foot was bound by a thin clear strap adorned with a row of rhinestones that crossed at the base of my big toe and a single simple ankle-strap attached to the leather upper on the back of the heel. As I often did with platforms, because previous lovers had always found the fit tantalizing, the shoes were slightly small to allow my toes to dangle a bit. After putting on these sandals, I stood up. I had had the dress tailored to accommodate the height of the shoes and the hem of the dress just cleared the ground perfectly.

Lastly, I put on jewelry to highlight other features. I fastened a pair of dangling diamond earrings and the choker to call attention to my graceful neck. I slipped on a ring adorned with a large ruby onto my right ring finger to call attention to my long slender fingers and well-manicured nails.

I checked myself out in the full-length mirror. The gown and heels had exhausted the other half of the budget that Louis' assistant Jen had implied would be appropriate for clothes for the weekend. But it was worth it to help achieve the look I wanted, looking dressed to kill, looking to fuck and be fucked right now.

I strode out to the foyer, but Louis was not to be found. "Louis, where are you?"

"Sorry, forgot something. Be right out," he replied, the sound emanating from the master bedroom. I was standing still facing him when he emerged, appearing splendid in a tuxedo and bowtie. "You look wonderful, Barb, so elegant yet so sultry. Quite an erotic combination, really. Wow! Thank you for planning this look. I love it."

"Thank you, kind sir. You look so handsome yourself, I just want to eat you." I realized he hadn't really appreciated the full effect of my attire because I was standing still. "You know, Louis, I think I forgot something, too. I'll be right back." I turned around, revealing the completely backless nature of my dress, and began sashaying away, flaunting the tightness around my ass and my impossibly long left leg peeking out from the extremely high open slit. I stayed in the guestroom for a minute, biding time, before returning back. I smiled seductively at him, guessing he was becoming highly aroused by the ostentatious demonstration of my body wrapped in the elegant fuck-me dress and teetering around in the sophisticated fuck-me shoes.

"Did you find what you wanted, Barb?"

"Not yet. I may soon, though. Maybe you could help me, Mr. Lai," I answered nonchalantly.

Louis paused, slightly confused. Then he came closer and placed both hands on my ass. "How about now?"

"Warmer, dear," I replied softly.

He transferred his right hand through the left slit and underneath the dress, onto my left ass cheek itself. "Now?"

"Even warmer, cutie," I responded, even more softly. My pussy was moistening.

He untied the halter around my neck. The top of the dress folded over. He started to suck tenderly on my right tit. "Now?"

"Getting really warm, sweetie," I whispered, barely able to even hear myself.

Louis released me and dropped to his knees. He pushed the skirt aside to the right and began to tongue my bare and wet sex. After a while, he paused and declared flatly, "I think I may have found what you wanted, Ms. Wei. It feels so hot and, my little slut, I didn't realize how tasty your missing item was. Sorry, it took so long to find it ..."

He continued to probe my pussy with his tongue, while my head tilted backwards and I stabilized myself by holding a doorknob. I found the slurping sounds that accompanied the cunnilingus highly erotic and eventually I repeatedly moaned, "Yes, yes. Give it to me, sweetie, give it to me, sweetie. Fuck me with your tongue, fuck me with your tongue." After a while, he used his tongue to push on my clit with a circular motion over and over and over, while gently tickling my inner thighs with his fingers. My moans changed to gasps, "Oh yes, oh yes. Don't stop, don't stop." I could feel my juices pouring out and my knees begin to quiver. Finally, I climaxed and simply screamed, "AAAAAAH!" Then I slumped to the floor, panting. 

When my head cleared a bit, Louis grinned and extended a hand to help me up. "Ready to go?"

I got up and put myself back in order. "You are such an amazing lover, honey. Thank you."

"You are welcome. You look so enticing. Your reward for exhibiting your beautiful body so well."

"I see. Well, you look enticing, as well, Louis. You look so handsome in that tux. You deserve a reward, too."

He laughed, "I'm sure you will find a way to reward me, Barb. But maybe not now, we are a little behind schedule, I think."

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "I forgot something else." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply on the lips. I released his lips after about a minute of tongue play and used my tongue to lick around his mouth. "I wanted to clean my juices from your mouth and face. Always have to clean up your things after playing," I remarked with a grin.

***

We sat on adjacent sides of a table near the middle of the very dimly lighted restaurant dining area. The square table was covered with a heavy tablecloth that draped to the floor; the chairs were firmly cushioned and high-backed. While waiting for our order, we occasionally kissed lightly and constantly held hands as we whispered sweet nothings, mostly complimenting each other on how attractive the other looked and how talented the other was as a lover. 

We had declined the prix fixe menu because we wanted to actually attend some of the show that had already commenced. The cuisine was a fusion style, so popular nowadays. The dishes were hard to describe with all the meats, grains, vegetables, and sauces mixed in novel ways. Honestly, I wasn't paying much attention to the food anyway, as we just gazed at each other for most of the meal itself and stayed busy underneath the tablecloth with our hands. I was distracted by the presence of Louis' continuously moving hand on my exposed left thigh, with occasional forays into my nether region. I demonstrated my appreciation by unzipping the fly of his pants and squeezing his semi-hard penis frequently.

When we finished the light meal, we were both wet, Louis with pre-cum at the tip of his penis and I with a very moist pussy. I excused myself to go to the ladies' room, while he settled the bill. I could sense and often indeed witnessed a number of patrons openly ogling me as I slinked gracefully through restaurant in my sexy gown and sky-high heels. I knew that Louis would find the attention that I attracted arousing, but unlike last night, I did not even turn my head to acknowledge any of the scrutiny, focusing on getting to the WC one way and our table the other way. Upon my return to our table, Louis, ever a gentleman, stood up. I made a big show of wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a short but deep kiss and purring, "Did you miss me, lover?" I could feel his cock twitch.

We exited the restaurant and drove to the nearby theater. The valet opened my door, but I waited for Louis to come to my side so that I could swing around to display my shapely legs and feet to him before he assisted me out of the deep seat of his sports car. He showed his appreciation of my thoughtfulness by squeezing my firm ass as we walked into the theater.

We arrived shortly after the second act of the musical. We were led by an usher to the very right corner of the balcony, whereupon she opened a velvet curtain to reveal a private viewing box. The box had eight empty seats and it was completely shielded from the adjacent box. "I thought it would be better to enjoy the show in privacy, Barb, so I bought all the tickets here. It will be just us two, I hope you don't mind," Louis explained.

"Cutie, just what I would have wanted. Thank you." Louis then told me that he needed to go to the WC, so I sat down by myself for a few minutes, listening to the strains of "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again".

Although I had seen it a couple of times previously, Phantom is still an engrossing musical to me. However, I realized that I wasn't particularly interested in it right now. So when Louis returned and sat down next to me, I whispered in his ear, "This is so perfect, honey. So thoughtful to get us a private box. I think thoughtful people deserve a little reward, don't you?"

Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his fly. His cock was mostly flaccid and I was able to engulf it whole with my mouth. We stared directly into each other's eyes, as I swirled my tongue around his package. He grew quickly. My mouth remained attached to the head, my tongue continuing to languidly circle it, while paying special attention to applying pressure on the frenulum and meatus with every revolution. After a few minutes, I initiated slow jerking of the shaft with my right hand. Coincident with this, I untied my halter with my left, allowing my tits to push free of the top of the dress. Louis' mouth and eyes grew wide with the new double stimulation, the manual stroking of his manhood and the sight of my jiggling twins. He soon broke our gaze and peered downwards, fixating on either his busily occupied cock or my large mammaries, I wasn't sure which. He began to gasp irregularly, occasionally mouthing words which I could not hear above the sounds of the show.

By the time the duet "Past the Point of No Return" began, his body was shuddering a bit, probably discomfort from trying to stay restrained during the musical performance, but unable to fully do so because of my sexual performance. I sensed an ejaculation arriving when Louis closed his eyes and appeared to be groaning. I detached my mouth and doubled the speed of my manual pumping. A torrent of cum splattered all over my neck and chest and boobs. I continued to jerk him off vigorously with one hand, while desperately trying to wipe semen off me with the other, in an effort to prevent the goo from dripping onto the expensive dress.

When Louis stopped squirming, I let go of him in order to use both hands to mop cum off my skin. Louis, looking both amused and spent, proffered a handkerchief to me and I quickly cleaned up. I left the soaking square on the floor and re-tied the halter more loosely, with the thought that doing so might reduce staining on the dress. I sat down again, whereupon Louis kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "You are so wonderful, Barb. Thank you." Holding hands, we concentrated on the stage to watch the concluding minutes of the musical.

There was the usual crush of people leaving the theater. Having balcony seats, we were among the last to give our ticket to the valets. As we waited outside for Louis' car, it became clear that many of the other patrons were sneaking long glances at us. "I think you are very popular, Miss Wei. Both men and women seem to be taking notice of you. Perhaps they recognize the incredible beauty of the reigning Miss Hong Kong," Louis said. Then he turned and whispered in my ear, "Or perhaps they like the way your huge tits are almost falling out."

It was true that my breasts were a bit more exposed, a result of tying the halter looser. "Does it bother you, Louis? Would you like me to tighten my top more?" I asked him nervously, worried how he might perceive the situation.

"Barb, I was just teasing. I think only people in front of you would notice how much your boobs are free and their backs are to us. Even if it were the reason, it doesn't bother me a bit. You are the most gorgeous woman standing around here, statuesquely elegant and yet alluringly erotic. All I know is that I am lucky to have you at my arm, the envy of every man around us. But if you are self-conscious, we can go back in for you to adjust your dress. Judging from the density of the crowd, the car won't be coming for a while."

"I feel fine about my dress, so long as you are by my side, dear. I, too, am lucky to have you with me. You are so handsome and exude such confidence. I am sure the women around me are so envious that I get to be with you. I hope you don't mind if I mark my territory." Without waiting for a response, I shifted around to face him and passionately locked lips with him while hugging him tightly by the waist. He somewhat reluctantly reciprocated in kind.

My tongue was still exploring his mouth when the car arrived. As Louis helped me in, he remarked teasingly, "That was a fun way to hide your tits!"

***

We re-entered the flat in high spirits, which was different from the mood from last night. I understood Louis better and vice-versa. Louis clearly did not like me trying to stoke jealousy by flirting around and Louis had apparently accepted that I was eager to use excessive public displays of affection to demonstrate to all that he was mine.

We walked into the master bedroom. We both knew what was going to happen next and we both wanted it to happen soon, but neither one of us knew how best to begin. We just held both hands together, smiling and gazing at each other face-to-face, waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, I broke the tension. "Honey, when you said I was elegant and erotic back at the theater lobby, what did you really mean?"

"I don't understand your question, Barb."

"Well, did you mean I was elegant and erotic with my dress on ..." In rapid sequence, I let go of his hands, untied my halter, pushed the skirt off my hips, and stepped slightly away from garment pooled at my feet. "... or with my dress off?" I stared deep into his eyes, inviting him to take me as he wanted. 

Louis simply grinned, however. "I don't know, elegance and eroticism describe the appeal of a woman both in motion as well as at rest. I've seen you walk around with that dress, but not unclothed. Would you be so kind to demonstrate how you move in the nude?"

I recalled how much Louis enjoyed watching a beautiful woman put on a full display of herself in heels. I determined to fulfill his fantasy the best I could. "Of course, sweetie, I thought you'd never ask," I purred. "Stay here." I then sashayed out of the bedroom and into the part of the living room where the liquor was stored. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Louis had moved to the bedroom doorway in order to watch me. I made a show of stretching my lithe body to grab a couple of glasses and of bending over to select a bottle of spirits, which highlighted the toning of my legs and the tight roundness of my butt. I sashayed back into the bedroom like a runway model, one stilettoed foot in front of the other, in order to draw attention to my wide hips and my large bouncing boobs. "Can I pour you a drink, dear?" I asked rhetorically, as I placed the glasses on a low dresser and poured some Remy Martin cognac for each of us.

I walked over to hand him his drink. We sipped the liquor in silence, staring at each other like feral animals. I broke off after a bit, took his drink and mine, and placed it back on the dresser. I could tell that Louis was continuing to eye me like a predator. I then went across the spacious master bedroom and pulled a full-length mirror from the walk-in closet out into the closet doorway. I strutted back to Louis and silently escorted him by the hand to a position facing the mirror. "Ready for some erotically romantic play, cutie?" I inquired seductively.

Standing behind him, I removed his bowtie, cuff-links, and cummerbund. I then kneeled before him to remove his black patent leather shoes and socks. I placed all these articles behind the mirror. I stood up and had Louis twist 90 degrees so that his left side faced the mirror. He, of course, turned his head to see what was happening in the reflection, watching my nude form undressing him piece by piece, just as he had done last night to me. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, bending over to softly kiss his torso each time more skin revealed itself during the unbuttoning. After I pulled off his sleeves and placed the shirt behind the mirror, I languidly circled him for over ten minutes at close range, gently caressing the entirety of his chiseled torso and arms with my long fingers, tickling his skin with my nails, interspersed with occasional pecks on his cheek. Louis, as always, stayed controlled, standing in place, smiling at me, touching my arms only on occasion, although he clearly appeared quite sexually stirred up.

Finally, I unhooked his pants and unzipped his trousers. Like me, he had elected not to wear underwear. I pulled his pants to the floor, revealing an angry iron-stiff 6-inch rod, pointing upward and leaking pre-cum. With deliberately agonizing slowness, I placed the pants behind the mirror. Louis was fully nude, as was I, with the exception of my jewelry and fuck-me heels. Standing up, I pressed my full bosom against his muscular chest and my now leaking sex against his leaking erection, wrapping my toned slender arms around his neck, while his defined muscular arms wrapped around my waist. We both silently stared cheek-to-cheek at the mirror for minutes, absorbed by the sensuality before us.

We then kissed passionately, exploring each other's mouth urgently with our tongues. After a while, I broke off and kneeled. I gave his grossly wet head a light kiss and whispered at it, "I'm ready for some erotically physical play now, cutie. Ready to enter me?"




Lai Ch. 04: Barb



With my 5-inch heels, I was a couple of inches taller than Louis in his bare feet. Taking advantage of my height, I impaled myself onto his rigid cock and held it there. The reflection of our carnal coupling was highly arousing. I simply stared for a moment before trying to ride him while standing. Louis evidently became frustrated with my pussy's feeble stroking of his cock, so he lifted me up, his cock still inside, walked over to a nearby chair and sat down; I then turned to sit on his lap with my back to him. In this position, knees bent and feet on the white carpeted floor, I was able to ride the entire length of his cock, while he grabbed my tits. I rode him over and over, as we grunted together in unison with each stroke. It must have been ten minutes before Louis wanted to change things up.

"I would really love to be inside your lovely ass, Miss Wei," he declared quietly.

I had never been entered there before, even though many suitors have hinted their interest in having anal sex with me. Honestly, I found the idea abhorrent, not to mention painful, and so I have always refused to experiment. I found my resistance waning with Louis, but I knew that my virgin anus was not prepared for the stretch. "I'm not ready yet," I mumbled apologetically.

Louis nodded his understanding. Still attached, Louis then lifted me onto the bed, whereupon we continued to fuck in different positions, acrobatically maintaining continuous contact of penis and vagina throughout. We started with standard missionary, which we mutually decided to abandon quickly, finding it too boring for the frenzied state we were in. Then, Louis managed to get both of us onto our right sides, him behind me and my left leg on his left shoulder, whereupon he thrusted for minutes. It was a more difficult maneuver for us to enjoy because we were inexperienced with each other and the coordination required was more than we could handle for long. He then put me on my back, pulled me to the edge of the bed, and held both my legs on his shoulders, while he drove into me violently over and over while standing. 

After about five minutes, I started to feel a degree of discomfort to both my neck and vagina, so I decided to take control. I wrested my legs off of his shoulder. "Follow me," I murmurred. I squirmed my way back to the head of the bed and Louis followed. I rolled him over and sat on him cowgirl style. I rhythmically raised and lowered my hips, bracing my arms against his upper chest and him cupping my flopping tits and pinching my nipples. Perhaps it was the angle, perhaps it was inadvertent clitoral stimulation, whatever the reason, at some point, I could feel an orgasm building. I let Louis support my body while I rubbed my mons and clit, knowing that manual action and dirty talk would guarantee a release. I began to moan over and over, "Your cock feels so good inside, your cock feels so good inside. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard. My pussy wants you so bad, my pussy wants you so bad." I could hear Louis moaning, too, as he was clearly becoming turned on by my lewd babbling. 

We climaxed at the same time. Louis groaned and a deluge of cum erupted inside me. I just simply let out a high-pitch scream, "AAAAAAH!" Exhausted, I immediately rolled off of Louis, his seed dribbling onto the sheets. 

I must have fallen asleep for a short while. The clock indicated 2 o'clock. Louis was now on his side, fast asleep, not even stirring. I took off my sandals. I turned down the bed, managing to get him in between the sheets without awakening him. Then I crawled in next to him, put the top sheet over us, and snuggled on my side behind him. I gave him a soft kiss on his neck and draped my left arm over his broad shoulder.



Lai Ch. 05: Barb



As usual, I woke up at 8 o'clock. Louis was still sleeping soundly. I went to the guestroom, taking the clothes from last night with me. We had planned for dim sum in the late morning, so I did not consider making breakfast. I removed my jewelry and I re-applied the sultry make-up from last night. I had a number of pieces of lingerie that I had brought over, many of which I had been gifted after modeling them during a fashion shoot. I rummaged through one of my suitcases, finding a few chemises, a couple babydolls, some bra and knickers sets, a couple gowns, and a bunch of teddies. I selected a light purple crotchless teddy with lace cups supported by shoulder straps, a sheer mesh torso, extremely high cut at the hips, and tied at the mid-back with a large decorative bow. I put on some fun 3-inch platform 7-inch heel lucite stripper shoes, each with a clear wide front plastic band etched with the words FUCK TOY and a clear buckled ankle closure in the back.

I returned to the master bedroom to give Louis a morning blowjob. His cock was rigid already and so I spread his supine legs and delicately licked the tip of his penis until he awoke. When he said, "Good morning, what a nice treat," I began to bob rapidly. Louis encouraged me throughout with utterances like "You are such a talented cocksucker" or "This feels so good", which I definitely appreciated. After a couple minutes, I decided to switch to a handjob, so that he could get a better look at my outfit. 

"Like the slutty clothes that I'm going to wear for our brunch outing?" I teased, stroking rapidly. "You don't believe me do you? This beautiful face dressed like a whore. What will people think? I'm sure they would know that I am your fuck toy, it says so on my sexy shoes. Would you like that? Your twenty-four seven cum receptacle?" I could tell that the salacious talk was getting to Louis and that he was trying to hold back an ejaculation. Primal reflexes always win out though and soon a geyser of semen spurted out. I pumped a few more times, kissed him, and said brightly, "Good morning, sweetie. Now let me at some of that tasty stuff." I licked some of the juice at the base of his penis. "Like I've said before, the taste of cum in the morning, better than tea!"

We took a shower together. I washed his hair and he tried to wash mine. I lathered him with soap and he lathered me. We attempted to hug each other tightly while slippery with soap. He made some poses that were caricatures out of bodybuilding competitions and I made some poses that were caricatures out of runway fashion shows. We had a lot of laughs fooling around with our slippery nude bodies. Finally, our skin began to wrinkle from excessive soaking, so we ended the shower play. I don't think I had ever had such a fun time being naked with a naked man that didn't end in sex immediately afterwards.

I returned to the guestroom. I applied my go-to natural look of light bronze shadow and blush alone, pairing it with glossy cinnamon-color lipstick. I spritzed on perfume at my usual locations on my neck, boobs, wrists, and inner thighs. I put on a simple gold chain necklace, dangling jade earrings, and a gold bracelet on my left wrist. After glancing at the full-length mirror, I smiled. I was proud of my body, a rare and stunning mix of classic Chinese facial features, flawless skin, a thin graceful neck, slender arms and long fingers, uncommonly large and firm breasts, a perfect hourglass figure, a round butt, and long and shapely legs. And I knew that to Louis, like to every man, my body was an irresistible object of desire. 

I then took clothes and shoes to the master bedroom. Louis was sporting a handsomely casual look with a short-sleeve dark blue button-down and a pair of khaki shorts. I, on the other hand, was still naked. "Please watch me dress, dear. You won't be able to stop mentally undressing me when we are out. And I can think of nothing more pleasing to me than you picturing me nude every moment of the day, sweetie," I declared coquettishly.

As he gazed intently, I teased him putting on a flirty combination. I first made a big production of slipping on my shoes, a pair of bright yellow leather sandals. They had a wide biconcave strap in the front and an ankle-wrap that went halfway up my lower leg; the thin heels were 4 inches in height and the platforms a half-inch. I took my time to wrap the leather tie up my leg, making a show of how much I admired they looked on me. "Louis, don't you find that these shoes make my feet and legs so attractive? Let me show you." I proceeded to sashay around the room a few times. "Not so comfortable, but that's fine, if you promise to fuck me with them on later today," I continued, winking at him.

I then put on a tight, bright yellow pleated microskirt with a hem only a couple of inches below my cheeks. "Honey, I don't think I want to wear any knickers this morning. Remind me not to bend over too much like this." And then I bent over, revealing my sex to him. "Otherwise people might see my cunt. My pussy is for you eyes only, sweetie." Finally, I put on a solid white sleeveless and backless 3-button down halter vest that left both the inner third of my boobs and my toned midriff exposed. "I have a habit of unbuttoning the top few buttons on my blouses, Louis. Would you make sure that I don't do that for this top? My big tits are already straining to get out."

When I finished dressing, I twirled around once. "Do you like what you see, dear? It's going to be hard for any girls out there to make a move on you with me dressed like this. But, just in case, I insist that you allow me to drape myself on your arm when we are out. I want to make sure every woman knows you are mine, cutie," I purred, half-jokingly.

Louis looked at me, slowly shaking his head. "Barb, you are such a tease. Do you know what I do with little teases?"

"Spank them?" I said coyly.

"Waste of time. I prefer to show them the error of their ways by fucking them silly ..." With that, Louis pushed me supine onto his bed. He pulled off his shorts and briefs. He then lifted my skirt and pushed his full erection into my box. With a wild look in his face, he pinned my arms at my sides with his arms and pounded me hard from a position between my legs. He kept muttering things like, "Little fuck toy, teasing me, I will fuck you whenever and wherever I want, you are my personal plaything, your mouth, your tits, your pussy ..."

The aggressive nature of his attack was thrilling and I quickly got wet. Because of the recency of his last ejaculation, Louis' could not cum fast. I, however, was really getting off on being forcefully controlled and jackhammered. I began to repeatedly gasp, "Fuck your little slut hard, fuck your little slut hard. Punish me, punish me. Show me who's boss, show me who's boss." And then I just lost it. "FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!," I screamed over and over, writhing, as I tried to free my arms. Louis did continue to perform as requested, as I yelled "Fuck me" over and over for another minute or so, until he finally ejaculated inside. He collapsed on top of me and stayed for another minute like that, but not before he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

We both got up. Louis put his briefs and shorts back on. I was leaking cum down my thighs. "Would you like me to get some tissue to wipe that ooze, Barb?"

"Of course not, sweetie. Louis, when men see me, with this beautiful face and this luscious figure, they are lusting to have sex with me. But I want everyone to know that I am your exclusive property to fuck," I stated proudly, staring provocatively at him. Then I softened my tone and gaze. "But do promise me that we WILL fuck more later today, honey. God, I love having sex with you. You are so hot!" I purred. I then closed my eyes and kissed him softly on the lips.

***

With the sexual tension drained a bit, what with Louis already having orgasmed twice and I once this morning, we had a relaxed conversation in the restaurant. I talked about my work life schedule. I explained that, on the weekdays, I had either interviews for modeling gigs or an actual photo shoot nearly every day, with singing, dancing, or acting practice in between; on the weekends, my busiest days, I spent all day at the television studio for three different showtimes, interspersed with hours dealing with make-up artists, copywriters, and producers. He chronicled his workweek to me, an endless series of meetings and phone calls. I described my family to him and a bit about their respective lives. He did the same for his family, his parents and two younger sisters, both of whom were engaged.

He then surprisingly segued into his own plans, "I've been single for a while, Barb, and it's been great. But I'm back in Hong Kong now, with responsibilities and obligations. I'm at the stage where I am ready now to settle down, get some more stability in my life and start my own family ..." He stared out wistfully into the middle of the restaurant.

My heart leapt a bit hearing this. Louis was ready and looking for a true long-term commitment with someone, ending with marriage and children. After the events of my past year and what I had learned from it, I too was serious about finding that special someone to build a life with. However, I decided to let that line of conversation drift away, not wanting to spook our relationship at this point. I re-directed his thoughts to something less emotionally intimate. "Sweetie, last night, wow, we were all over and at it for so long! You have quite the strength and stamina. I am so impressed with your virility and control, Mr. Lai." I squeezed his biceps. Then I said in a slightly dejected voice, "Sorry about disappointing you about anal sex. Maybe we can work on it together someday."

"Barb, that doesn't matter. I want you to be comfortable with our sexual activities." He did not address my offer to have my anal sphincter trained to receive him, choosing to instead respond to my earlier assessment of his prowess. "Thank you for your compliments about my performance, Ms. Wei. I need to compliment you on your amazing flexibility, must be all that dancing. Honestly, being with you, just me touching you or seeing you gets me hard. One thing I've learned this past couple days is that, when I am near you, I don't need to be constantly stroked, to feel constant friction, in order to stay erect. So I was able to delay climaxing and to instead spend the time thinking about different positions for us to have fun with."

"Honey, I am flattered by how your cock is so drawn to me. A good sign, don't you think?"

"It's been at least at half-mast essentially all weekend, Barb. As if you're a magnet and my penis is like a stick of iron constantly drawn to your presence and constantly attempting to straighten itself."

"Well, I do have a secret for you. I swallowed two magnets on Friday, so there's nothing to marvel at, dear. It's all physics," I joked.

***

We finished eating. We had walked to the restaurant, as it was only a few blocks away from Louis' flat. As the final date site, I had selected an overnight at his house in the New Territories, which I had read he owned and which I suspected was deeply special to him. I told him that I would cook him dinner tonight and asked to stop by a market for food. I had fun teasing him in the market, exaggerating my normal actions, like bending over more deeply than usual to select items on lower shelves, nursing my legs or feet for an extended period every time it bumped into a box or rail, and adjusting my halter vest for little reason after reaching for items. He responded as expected, moving a distance away to ogle me when he recognized I was going to bend over or caress myself or helping with the straps of my halter vest when he saw me baselessly adjusting my top.

We returned to his flat and each of us packed some luggage. Then we drove off, convertible top down. Because of onrushing wind, speaking was difficult and we both resorted to physical contact for amusement. I mostly placed my head on his shoulder and used my left hand to fondle his front torso and bulging crotch, occasionally breaking things up by kissing his cheek lightly. He mostly stroked my backside, including my hair, my bare back, and my butt cheeks. Near the end of the journey, I unbuckled from the seat and swivelled my legs onto his lap, which was, honestly, quite an uncomfortable position in the smallish car. Nevertheless, it was obvious Louis appreciated it. "You are so sexy," he mouthed. With a touch of a smile, he caressed my legs and rubbed what he could of my sandaled feet. At one point, he managed to lift my left foot to his mouth, whereupon he began to lick the arch and big toe.

We finally arrived at Louis' house. He gave me a tour after he carried our luggage into the master bedroom on the second floor. It was a classic 3-story village house, three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The interior design was nearly the opposite of his apartment. Instead of the white carpeting and walls, furniture dominated by black colors, stainless steel, and glass, and the spare modernist art of his flat, the house featured mostly hardwood flooring, cream-colored walls, wooden furniture, and framed photographs all over. "I don't tell many people about how I feel about this house, Barb. I bought this with the money I made in America, no family money here. I am proud to say I earned it myself. I hope you like the interior design of the place. Not that fancy or modern. It's decorated in a way that tries to remind me of my years living in the suburbs in America. This place means a lot to me, a very personal connection to a time when I was more ... more free."

"I love it, Louis. So different than what I am used to. It has such a different ambience than the city. And it's so peaceful here, I could see staying here forever and not missing my former life," I hinted. I gave him a wink, then a light hug and a peck on the lips. I glanced at some of the photographs. "What are these pictures of, sweetie?"

Louis walked around the first floor, consisting of the living room and the kitchen, explaining the significance of a number of them. Some were of his family, some of his friends from different times of his life, some taken at different places around the world. There were none with just him and any girlfriends, as far as I could see. 

"Thanks for sharing a this private part of yourself with me, dear." Then I asked, "Shall I test the kitchen, honey?"

Louis sat on a chair next to the dining room table, watching me. The dining room was essentially an extension of the kitchen and so he could see everything I did above the counters. I stuck the food I bought this morning into the refrigerator. I located an apron hanging on a hook and put it on. Then I looked at him lasciviously. I pulled down my microskirt and walked over to him, placing it on a chair next to him. I unbuttoned the front of my vest and asked, "Sweetie, would you be so kind to help me untie my halter? It can get a little hot in the kitchen."

"You are such a tease, Miss Wei," Louis muttered, as he undid the strap.

I pulled off my top and placed it on top of my skirt. I took his hand and led him back into the kitchen area. "Perhaps, it's getting a little hot for you, too, cutie. Let me help." I squatted and pulled down his fly. I took out his rock-hard cock, orally engulfed the head, and swirled my tongue around it a few times. Then I removed my mouth and pulled his shorts and underwear to the floor. "Better, isn't it, honey?" I then leaned over the sink and pretended to try to open the small window above it.

Louis didn't need any more signs. He slid his manhood into me and proceeded to fuck my bent form doggy-style. Each hand of his clutched a separate tit, massaging them firmly, while my left hand held on to the edge of the counter and my right hand slowly rubbed my clit. Unbelievably, as he thrust unhurriedly, we had a double-entendre-filled conversation that perhaps only two passion-drunk lovers would consider witty. 

"You didn't get enough meat this morning, did you?" he asked.

"Your're right, not enough for my baby kitten, poor thing. And, silly me, I forgot the milk. Do you want to get the milk or should I?"

"Well, my hands may be near some right now. And maybe my lips can assist shortly."

"My tabby can wait. She has not only been quite well-hydrated by her special guest this weekend, but, for some exciting reason, has also been constantly finding herself quite wet even when not busy entertaining."

"She had a special guest? Could you describe him?"

"Really cute. But I found him quite stiff and rigid every time I checked up on him. And angry, judging by the veins that bulge out when he comes in. Maybe because he is upset by the fact he only has one eye. How about you, what did you think about meeting my feline for the first time?"

"Well, I found her quite warm and inviting and fun to play with. She seems to like being tickled by fingers and by kisses. Oh, and thank you for letting me trim her hair yesterday ..."

The repartee continued like this for a while more, until finally we ran out of stupidly goofy things to say. So Louis picked up the speed of his thrusts, I picked up the rotational speed of my fingers on my clit, and we stopped talking. He grunted crudely and I squealed loudly with each increasingly rapid and forceful plunge into my sex. We climaxed nearly simultaneously. As soon as I began to scream, "YESSSSSS!" I felt his cock pumping fluid into me, while he groaned, "UUUUUUUH!" Even as his dick increasingly softened, he thoughtfully continued to pump me, which, as an adjunct to my efforts on my clit, allowed me to feel a wave of pleasure once more, this time manifested as a more sedate wail, "MMMMMM!"

He pulled out shortly afterwards and kissed me on the back of the neck. He then used some paper towels to wipe his semen from my thighs. "The afternoon weather is still nice, Barb. Shall we relax outside?" I agreed and he led me to the backyard patio. The patio was not particularly secluded and so I left the apron on. Louis sat in a canvas recliner, still without his pants, and I sat between his legs, my back leaning on his chest. His flaccid penis was lodged between my butt cheeks.

I turned around and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "You are a fantastic lover, honey," I said, with a wide grin.

Louis replied with an equally wide grin, "I really can't take credit. You are so hot and you really know how to push my buttons, Barb." Then he wrapped his arms underneath the apron and just below my breasts. We listened to the birds together in silence until we each dozed off.



Lai Ch. 06: Barb



I must have awoken about a half hour later. Louis was still asleep. My weekend with him would be ending in a little over 12 hours. I thought I was falling in love. He seemed to have everything I was looking for in a partner. He was confident and engaging, he made me laugh and understood my goofy humor, he was tasteful and wealthy, he was handsome and, oh, what a lover. I really wanted to get to know him better, to determine how truly compatible we might be. He had seemed to indicate that he was searching for a long-term relationship. But what was my future with him? How available he was to me? I contemplated how I should approach the remaining time with him, what to talk about and how to present myself, negotiating the process of bringing him closer.

I went back into the house, found a towel, and went back outside to lay it over Louis' exposed privates. Then I put on some clothes. I decided to abandon my halter vest, microskirt, and fuck-me sandals. Instead, I decided to change to clothes that more accurately reflected my sensibilities. I put on a white cotton bra and thong knickers set, certainly sexy enough with its lace trim and overall design, but the bra was not a push-up and the panties had ample front coverage down there. I pulled on a pink polo shirt, which displayed the size of my impressively large breasts, but did not actually reveal any of it. I poured myself into skintight white leather pants that ended with a zipper at my ankles, which enhanced the contour of my ass and highlighted the shapeliness of my legs, but did not actually reveal any of these parts. Finally, I finished off the look with unadorned black leather open-toed pumps with a half-inch platform and thin 3-inch heels. Looking at a full-length mirror in the master bedroom, I agreed that the outfit overall did a good job at exhibiting the impressiveness of many of my physical assets, without flaunting much detail or skin. This is my general philosophy to personal attire, an understated but undeniable sexiness, which I stray from for special occasions only. I had apparently decided that this weekend with Louis up to now was one long special occasion.

I then went to the kitchen to prepare for dinner. I am a competent cook, although I cannot say I am particularly skilled, since I don't practice all that much. I was going to make a standard Chinese dinner, with stir fry, sauteed greens, and rice, topped by a steamed fish. I washed and sliced meat and vegetables, placed the whole fish in the steamer, put rice in the cooker, and mixed up a couple of sauces.

Louis entered the kitchen just as I was beginning to make my last course, the beef and vegetable stir fry. "Wow, Barb. This smells so good. I can't wait to taste your offerings," he said, the double-entendre probably intentional. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and kissed the back of my neck. He then whispered into my ear, "Nice outfit, by the way, I like it. Oh, and sorry I slept so long. I must have been really tired. I think you must have dehydrated me." He squeezed my ass lightly.

"You're crazy, sweetie," I replied, still facing away from him. I playfully slapped him on the hands. "Why don't you clean up a bit and set the table?"

***

The plates turned out well, I thought. Louis seemed to agree, complimenting me effusively about my culinary skills, asking me where I learned to cook, what other dishes I knew, and on and on. I knew he was exaggerating his enthusiasm, but I was still flattered by his kind words and attitude. We did not have any wine with the meal and I was glad that we did not have a romantic candlelight dinner either. The lighting was supplied by the natural sunlight, which progressively dimmed. We talked more about our likes and dislikes. We discovered a mutual appreciation of specific spectator sports, films, and entertainers. We found out that we each had little religious inclinations. We learned that our political leanings were similar, socially liberal, although he did acknowledge extreme financial conservatism, which was not unexpected, given his family wealth.

When it got dark to the point where we had difficulty seeing each other, Louis said, "Shall we clean up together, Barb? I don't have any maid service out here."

We got to work and finally got to the point where all the items were ready to be soaped and rinsed. There was a dishwasher, but Louis indicated he would rather do the dishes, utensils, and pans by hand and let the items dry on the dishwasher rack. We stood side by side at the large two-basin sink, me washing and him rinsing. I decided this was the time to explore our relationship deeper. I casually asked him, "So, I've been dying to ask you this all weekend, honey. How is it that such a catch like yourself is still free and unattached?"

"Why, Miss Wei, how do you know that I am unattached?" he replied with a slight grin. I immediately frowned intensely before assuming a more neutral appearance. Louis must have noticed because he quickly added, "I'm joking, Barb. I'm free, nothing to hide. Are you all right?" He eyed me carefully and my face relaxed further.

"I'm fine," I said, slightly subdued.

"Barb, I'm not sure what got you all tense just now. But if it will make you feel better, I will tell you more about my most recent relationship." He paused. "You know, it was not my choice to return to Hong Kong earlier this year. It was my father's choice and possibly my mother's. Obviously, I was eventually going to have to come back. But the timing was almost certainly chosen because they disapproved of my girlfriend out there and they wanted to break us up. Which they successfully did. I had been with Amy for a while and was seriously thinking about proposing to her, right after she finished her training as a pediatrician this year. Which she probably did a few months ago ..." He looked wistful.

"You could have waited and brought her to Hong Kong, no?"

"I could have, I suppose. But the break-up was nasty. I don't think she ever really understood the obligations that constrain me here. Nor why should she? She left Hong Kong as a baby and knows nothing of this place. She came over to Hong Kong with me once for a few weeks. But ultimately, she didn't want to come here, the place too foreign, my role here too unfathomable, and she wanted me to stay in America, for me to build a new life out there with her. I wanted to, as well, but ... but I couldn't. Or maybe I could have, who knows. In the end, I did what I was told, familial piety and all that. She accompanied me to the airport, but I haven't heard from her since and, by arrangement, I never will. My father was probably right to stop us when he did, it never would have worked out, although sometimes I still wonder ..."

Louis paused again, staring out the window above the sink. "For the past few months, my parents have been introducing me to daughters of their business associates. Or my sisters with their friends or my old friends with women they know. These women have all been great, smart, caring, attractive, but they have all been in the same circle that I am a part of. I wanted to find someone outside of my zone, someone that I could feel free and alive with ... again."

I got the sense that he did not want to spit out that last word, but felt compelled to. "What was she like, Louis?" I asked with a calculated calm that concealed true worry. Before now, I was slightly concerned that I might have to compete with my frenemy Nan for his heart. Now I was seriously concerned that I might have to compete with a living ghost.

"She was very smart, very intuitive, very committed, very passionate. She showed me how to express my emotions and how to read strangers. She encouraged me to be my best and with her I discovered drive and curiosity that I didn't know I possessed. Most of all she made me feel free, to believe that I could be who I wanted to be. To act and live to the fullest in the present and to trust that doing so would always pay off in the unknown future." Louis stayed silent for a while, still staring out the window. Finally, he said, "Well, this is all ancient history, Barb. I am happy to be with you now." He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, essentially informing me he was done talking about this aspect of his life.

I returned the kiss. I stared out the window, too, wondering if I should reveal my own recent and sad relationship story. I exhaled loudly just before I spoke. "You probably noticed the change in my face when you joked about your relationship status. I should tell you that I had an affair that ended six months ago. This indiscretion may scar me for life, Louis. I don't even know where to begin ..."

Louis nodded slowly and with a bemused look on his face, a curious reaction in retrospect, but I was lost in my thoughts and wasn't really paying attention to him by this point.

"It started about a year ago. I had just broken up with someone who I had been friends with since university and whom I subsequently dated for almost a year, long after we had already graduated. Mutual agreement, no bad feelings, but I was still feeling upset and probably a little too vulnerable.

"Well, I met him at a shoot, he was the head of the company whose clothing line I was representing. He was older, in his late thirties. As it turned out, he was extremely wealthy. The company I modeled for was one small part of his retail business empire. I had been seeing him for about two months before I found out that he was married with two children. Complete naivete on my part. I had only been out from the shelter of the university for about a couple of years and these kind of relationships were things I had only gossiped about, not realizing that it could happen to me. Even after I knew, it didn't matter to me, though. He treated me like a princess, I had so much fun, did so many interesting things, went to so many interesting places. He developed a sophisticated and daring sensuality in me that I didn't realize I had in me. He promised me that he would marry me soon. But one day, suddenly, he told me it was over."

"You must have loved him deeply, Barb."

"I did. I was devastated. I called him, but he had changed his numbers. I went by his place, but the doorman refused to let me enter. I entered his company headquarters, but was blocked by security. So humiliating. I felt so betrayed. So used. But, you know, in the end, it was a good lesson for me. It changed my attitude about myself. My father, mother, brother, all quite educated and disciplined people, had advised me since I was a teenager to start using my brains more and apply myself more seriously to tasks, to stop just using my beauty to get what I wanted. So I took their advice. My bosses at the station have told me that they've been pleasantly surprised by a noticeable upgrade in my preparation and professionalism. I worked hard to improve my singing, which must have helped me win Miss Hong Kong. And while I recognize that my face and body will always be an asset, I now have the confidence to leverage it to get to better opportunities, get involved in more creative and intellectual pursuits. I don't want my beauty to define my path anymore."

"Barb, all disappointments have their value, as long as you grow from them."

"I see the truth in that now, honey. Thanks for telling me your story and listening to mine." I continued with a twinkle in my eye, "You know, I swore off men when I was dumped. You are the first man I have dated in about six months. You had such a striking confidence, I couldn't say no. Besides, how could I turn down the great Louis Lai, one of Hong Kong's most eligible bachelors? Or so say the gossip pages. I had to see what that was all about." I then whispered in his ear, "And I haven't been disappointed."

"Miss Wei, are you telling me that you haven't had a man in six months? What pent-up energy you must have had. You just took me down a notch. I was under the impression that your shuddering orgasms and insatiable sex drive were directly attributable to my talents," Louis said, only half-jokingly.

"Just making up for lost time, my gigolo," I replied with a laugh. "No, seriously, sweetie, there's no pent-up energy. Fingers make good lovers, too. But, dear, I really want you to know that you are best lover I have ever had. So giving, so responsive, and so intuitive about what I need and when. Whatever happens, I think my body will always crave yours."

"I'm flattered, Barb. Shall we get ready for bed? We have to get up early tomorrow, remember? Why don't you get ready in the master bathroom? I have less to do and I'll get ready in another bathroom and meet you in bed when you're done. In any case, I want to watch some news, I'm curious about who's replacing you tonight."

"Must be Tessa. She's cute. But don't get any ideas, honey. She's married and I met you first."

***

I took off all my make-up, jewelry, and clothes. I did my usual nighttime routine. Then I changed into a simple white satin kimono-style robe that ended at my upper thigh. I slipped on a pair of white slides with a 1-inch kitten heel. It was an enticing combination, showing off my toned and slender legs; still, the sexual appeal was understated. Just like dinner, I wanted to continue to keep the ambience realistic. I also decided that I was not going to be initiating any over-the-top sexual activities tonight either. I recognized that over this past weekend, I had attired myself in more erotic garments and acted in a manner consistent with extreme male fantasies, part of the effort to secure Louis' ongoing interest in me. But the time for me to make a strong first impression was over and, if he was going to want to see me again in the future, I needed to be able to seduce him with my natural allure, not a fantasy allure that I could not possibly stage on a constant basis.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Louis was already between the sheets, reading a magazine. He got out, completely nude and quite hard, apprising me. I remained in place, yet again marveling at the aura of his masculine beauty, the ruggedly handsome face, the chiseled V-shaped torso and the thick limbs, the defined musculature and low body fat. I could only think to myself, I get to fuck that. He stood still for a while, just smiling and gazing at me, knowing that I was lustily admiring his physique. After a bit, he came over to me, encircled my waist from behind before using the side of his left hand to languidly stroke along my slit. He gave me a few soft kisses at the back of my neck. Eventually he said, "Barb, before we sleep tonight, I want you to know that I had an incredible weekend with you and that I would hope this is not the end between us."

My pussy was soaking by now and it was all I could do to croak, "Please take off my robe, my dear lover."

He did and the garment pooled at my feet. I turned around on my tiptoes and we urgently entwined ourselves, pressing our forms together, arms groping each other up and down our backs and asses, kissing each other all over the face and neck, grunting rapidly and softly. With crazed urgency, we were simultaneously trying to worship and possess each other's body. I was leaking heavily by now and I could feel pre-cum at the tip of his penis.

I frantically pulled him onto the bed on top of me. Louis dropped lower down my body and began to play with my large tits, burying his face in my deep cleavage, massaging each one with his gentle hands and nimble fingers, left breast then right, then sucking hard on my sensitive and highly erect nipples. I dropped my hands down there, right fingers rubbing my clit and my left fingers gliding between my lips. I closed my eyes, attempting to shut out extraneous non-sexual sensations. I softly moaned over and over. Then Louis very slowly skimmed further down to my lower torso, patiently licking and kissing what seemed like every square inch with his mouth and gently tracing all of its curves with his fingers. Incredibly aroused, I began generating increasingly more pussy juice and moaning louder, as my hands gripped the powerfully hard muscles of his arms and upper torso and as he licked me progressively closer to the burning fire in my cunt.

I broke the wordless atmosphere, nearly sobbing, "Please fuck me, honey. I can't stand this. I need to feel you inside me." Louis braced his arms against my side, raised his trunk, and then roughly plunged his dick into me, eliciting a sharp gasp from me, but providing me with an instantly satisfying fullness. I released my hands from my pussy, as he calmly massaged the inner depths of my sex with slow strokes of his rock-hard cock. We gazed into each other's eyes, smiling and cherishing the connection we had achieved.

I don't know if I just got caught up in the moment, if it was the cumulative events of the fantastic weekend, or simply my pussy overpowering my emotional defenses, but I blurted out with a sweet voice, "I love you, Louis," while still gazing into his eyes. I knew that wasn't the best thing to say, but I didn't care at the moment. Louis didn't reply, but he didn't he recoil either. He leaned his chest down from his position above me and kissed me deeply on the lips. 

I instantly wrapped my arms around him, keeping him tight to me. He had no choice but to do the same. We continued to kiss, sensually, each tongue desperately tasting its counterpart, lips never unlocking. Our hips bucked rhythmically, slowly in unison, equally determined to maintain the carnal link. My heart soared, pounding loudly and rapidly. I didn't want this unbelievably intimate moment to end. We must have kept at this for over half an hour, our bodies as one. But all things, no matter how blissful, must come to an end. Sheer physical exhaustion took over. "Let's cum together, sweetie," I whispered, breaking the seal between our lips. 

Louis raised his trunk and thrusted deeper, more forcefully, and faster. I brought my hands south and rubbed my clit manically. I applied what I had learned this weekend, that prurient talk reliably aroused both of us to orgasm. "Your cock feels so good, oh god it feels so good, honey. Fuck me hard, give me what I need, fuck me hard, give me what I need. Cum inside me, make me your slut, cum inside me, make me your slut, dear" I moaned repeatedly. I was on the edge when I felt his manhood twitch and ejaculate fluid into my cavity. Instantly, I climaxed, screaming, "LOUISSSSSS!" Then he collapsed onto me, as spent as I.

***

I woke up. Louis was still sleeping soundly. The clock indicated 5 o'clock, a half hour before the alarm was to go off. We were going to leave at 6:30 o'clock, as Louis told me that he had meetings beginning at 8 o'clock. I stared at him, as I probed my feelings about this weekend and the sleeping man before me.

Was this the best weekend of my life? Maybe yes, among the most fun from an activity standpoint, possibly the most emotionally charged, and certainly the most physically satisfying. Was I actually in love, like I had let slip during intercourse? The answer again was a maybe yes, my libido and my brain voting yes, my heart abstaining for now. Louis possessed so many attributes I covet in a partner. He was not only a great lover, but also handsome, smart, confident, wealthy, generous. I wasn't entirely sure about our mental and emotional compatibility at this point, but I was certainly willing to adapt as much as I could to accommodate him. Which led to the most important set of questions, the ones that I was most scared of. Where was this all headed? Did he want to continue to learn more about me as I wanted to learn more about him? I was certain that I captured his interest and that we would see each other again. But what comprised the interest? I had learned the hard way that a relationship based mostly on sex ultimately leads to disappointment and I did not want to be burned again.




Lai Ch. 06: Barb



Don't let the past get you defensive, I warned myself, stay optimistic. His interest in developing a deep relationship with you should have been evident by the way he listened to your thoughts and shared his, by the way he laughed along with you, by the way he tried to adjust to your needs, I encouraged myself. Just let it all fall into place naturally, I told myself.

As I was contemplating all of this, Louis began to stir. I got him to twist himself into a supine position and I kneeled between his legs. His penis was already hard. I decided to give him a hand job. "Good morning, sweetie. Time for our morning treat."

We both smiled and gazed lovingly at each other. I pumped his cock, eventually speaking in a sensual stream of consciousness that doubled as my final pitch to him. "I had a great weekend with you, cutie. And, my god, the sex was amazing. You are such a wonderful lover. Do you like my body and the way I presented it for you? Do you want to see this gorgeous face first thing every morning, to press against this hourglass figure every night, feel my long slender legs whenever you want? Did you like the elegant fuck-me outfits that I chose just for you, sophisticated, innocent, indecent, sultry, flirty, all flagrantly begging you to ravage me? I can't wait to show off this body for you again, sweetie.

"Look at these huge natural bouncing tits, Mr. Lai. Uncommonly large and firm, aren't they? Think of these as your personal property. Imagine them at your disposal twenty-four seven. Me wearing low-cut tops in public for you to admire them and squeeze whenever it strikes you. Me naked in private for you to fondle them and titty-fuck whenever it pleases you. Pinch my nipples, bury your face, do what you desire. Please, honey, can I beg you to lick my twin girls now?"

I leaned forward to allow him to lick my nipples, adding a slight superfluous moan when I felt his tongue. The moan set him off and, as I continued to stroke him with my right hand, his semen soon erupted all over my belly. I watched his body writhe and listened to his groans, his response to my left fingers now rubbing the underneath surface of the sensitive post-orgasm mushroom head. Eventually, he stopped writhing and groaning. I wiped some cum off my waist with a finger. I put the finger in my mouth and winked at him.

"Still better than tea, Barb?"

"You know it."

***

I took a quick shower alone and then got myself ready. I had a modeling interview this afternoon and would need to prepare myself more extensively at my own flat later in the morning. For now, I simply put on some basic make-up and changed into my standard workday uniform, a blue satin short-sleeve blouse, long black cotton pants, and black pumps. Not particularly sexy, but, again, if I hadn't convinced him enough already of how absolutely erotic I could transform myself into, then there was no point in a last-minute effort. 

Louis met me at the car, dragging both our luggage. He was wearing a dark blue business suit. He looked so sharp and powerful in it, my pussy became wet once again. I tried to stay animated on the way back, telling him about my upcoming week, the modeling assignments I had, the people I was scheduled to meet, the performance classes that were pending. He just nodded, saying nothing. I kissed him on the cheeks a number of times and I tried and failed to hold his left hand. He did reciprocate by touching my right elbow a couple times. My elbow? Really? Eventually, I too stopped talking to him and touching him.

About five minutes from his apartment, Louis broke the silence. "I had a great weekend, Barb. I had no idea that you would be so fun to talk to, to learn about. I felt such a strong connection with you. Would you like to get together again? Maybe next week?"

The suspiciously false tone of his voice belied his heartening words. "Next week would be great, sweetie. Let me check my calendar and I will give you a call sometime in a few days." The truth is, of course, my calendar is on my phone, but I knew the rules of the game.

"I look forward to hearing from you then. But, Barb, I may be hard to reach this weekend. A lot of plans, so maybe call during the weekday. If you try calling this weekend, I probably won't be able to answer."

My mind raced. I wasn't expecting another weekend date immediately, but to be so unavailable by phone? What were his plans? Another woman? Nan, perhaps? I responded calmly, "Of course, honey. I did notice that you had no calls this weekend on your phone. Isn't that unusual?"

"Not really. The phone I carry with me many weekends is my emergency phone. Only a few have the number."

I waited a beat and my heart sank a bit, sensing a weakness in our bond, one that I was previously unaware of. He was not going to reveal his true private phone number to me. Nor did he make any attempts to reassure me over what he just disclosed, allowing the information to hang without excuse or explanation. Get over it, Barb, I thought. Such a small deal, I reminded myself. Relationships are a marathon, not a sprint. There is no reason why he should give you his private number, you two just met. You should hold your tongue lest you say something stupid, I warned myself.

So I did. Louis was also completely quiet for the rest of the way, although he smiled at me and squeezed my shoulders a few times, all of which seemed forced. We finally reached his building and he escorted me up to the penthouse. He opened the door and we walked in a few meters, our luggage in tow. The clock indicated 7:15 o'clock, ahead of schedule.

We hugged and kissed on the lips. Louis, however, failed to reciprocate the tightness of my embrace and he definitely kept his tongue back. Then he separated after just a few seconds. "Please take your time packing up and doing what you may need to do, Barb. I will have my assistant Jen call you shortly to take care of the arrangements for the return to your apartment. Miss Wei, I had a wonderful weekend with you and I hope you will accept my invitation for a date in another week or so." He eyed me carefully, as if trying to discern my thoughts.

"I look forward to it, Mr. Lai." I smiled back, staring back at him with a generically cheery but otherwise deliberately unrevealing expression.

"Well, then, bye-bye, Barb" He exited and closed the door.

I stood in place. I don't know what I had expected, but it seemed to me that much of our connection had eroded over the past hour. Or did we really ever have a two-way connection? Louis, the man that I had this earlier this morning actually considered I might be in love with, may not have felt about me as strongly as I felt about him. But, still, he almost seemed cold to me during the drive back. Maybe, though, that was a misinterpretation. Perhaps his silence and his physical distance was a reflection of a pensive mood, sad that our fantastic weekend had ended. Maybe he was pondering my admission of love during a passionate moment. Maybe he was mentally preparing for a battle at work. But our parting just now? There was no misinterpreting that, was there? He was not going to be late for work and we had already crossed beyond the line of polite decorum with each other. His concluding formality clearly indicated that he had absolutely no emotional reservations leaving me.

My private fears poured out all at once. We had been together all weekend, doing activities together, eating together, sleeping together, learning together about each other's thoughts, lives, and bodies, figuratively and literally joined at the hip. And, true, we had agreed to get together again. But for what reason did Louis want to get together again? What was I to him? A plaything? Was that what the weekend was about? Was his heart and soul even into me?

As I continued to ruminate over the situation, my phone rang. I answered. "Hello?"

"Ms. Wei, it's Jen Chang, Mr. Louis Lai's personal assistant ... "



Lai Ch. 07: Interlude



"Oh yes, right there. Keep at it right there," Jen instructed calmly, as she began to squirm. "It feels so good ..."

She was slumped back on the brown leather office couch, her dark blue skirt hiked up to her waist, thighs splayed wide for access. Louis was kneeling between her legs and his hands were resting on her stockinged knees. More importantly, his tongue was pressed directly on her protruding clitoris, moving it around in slow tight circles.

"God, I never get tired of this, you fucking stud. Don't stop, don't stop ..." Her cell phone rang, interrupting her soft plea. "Darn! Such bad timing." 

She reached into her suit jacket and held the phone in one hand and tried to push his head away with the other. However, she could not dislodge him. She was forced to answer in controlled businesslike tone, even as Louis continued his ministrations to her clit. "This is Jen ... Yes, Ms. Wen. OOOOOH ... No, sorry, I have hiccups ... That will not be a problem. Sounds quite enticing. I'm sure Mr. UUUUUH Lai will appreciate your efforts ... Yes, put him on the line ... Yes, here is the number. American OOOOOH ... Sorry, just hiccups. American Express Black 6986-7530-969, expiration 12-16, identification 8899 ... Yes, I can wait ... UUUUUH ... OOOOOH ... You're welcome ... Yes, that would be fine ... The shoes are yours now, Ms. Wen ... Of course, please UUUUUH feel free to call again when you find something else you fancy for this weekend."

Jen glared at the man performing cunnilingus on her. "Next time I would appreciate the courtesy of you pausing. It makes it hard to do my job. So embarrassing, Louis. Hiccups, huh!"

Louis paused briefly. "You told me not to stop," he protested in mock indignance before resuming his oral assault on her box. Jen and he shared a similar sentiment. He, too, never got tired of this. He loved licking her cunt in his office, so totally decadent. But what he truly loved best was the reward he got after getting her off.

After a bit, he could tell Jen was about to achieve orgasm and so he used a couple fingers from his right hand to stroke inside her pussy. A few thrusts later, Jen covered her mouth and let out a muffled scream, "AAAAAAH!" Louis continued finger-fucking her for a while, until she waved him off. Then she gave him a wan smile and whispered, "Your turn."

She walked over to his enormous wooden desk and leaned over the front. He pulled up her skirt again, unzipped his fly, and inspected her anus. The jelly that he had smeared on earlier, in anticipation of this moment, was still coating the area. He watched his fully erect penis slowly disappear through her hole. Jen jerked at the initial widening of her sphincter, but afterwards stayed motionless. She moaned softly as Louis held her by the waist and languidly pumped in and out.

He looked out the window into Victoria Harbor and the Kowloon skyline, not really seeing anything, though, as he was simply concentrating on the amazing feeling around his manhood. The sensation around his cock was tremendous, like a fiery inferno that gripped like a vise, hotter and tighter than any pussy. Every pump brought him a wave of mind-searing pleasure. Despite his efforts to delay orgasm, he could not suppress the increasing arousal from each thrust. After about a couple dozen strokes, he climaxed with a grunt, sending four streams of semen into her. He then turned his head downwards to watch his dick continue to violate her, amused by the debauchery of the act.

After Louis pulled out, he enjoyed seeing Jen, her back to him, go to the private WC in his office. She was holding up her skirt with both hands, cum dripping down her thighs, soiling the elastic lace top of her sheer stockings. And she was walking with a tantalizing awkwardness to her gait, probably from a combination of soreness in her lower holes and the teetering imposed by her 4-inch stiletto slingback pumps. When she re-emerged after a few minutes, he went in to clean himself up, as well. When he exited, he saw her finish putting on her black thong panties that had been lying on the couch.

"Anything else, Louis?" she asked. "Like I said earlier, all the reservations for the places that Ms. Wen wanted to go to have been confirmed for this weekend. I have already informed Ms. Wen about the restaurant reservation time. The itinerary schedule, along with the addresses and numbers of the venues, have been e-mailed to you ..."

Louis' cell phone rang on the desk. He and Jen both looked at the caller ID. It was Barb Wei. He let the voice mail take the message. "Persistent girl, isn't she?" he mused to nobody in particular.

"Louis, you really should call her back. It's Thursday and she's already tried calling you twice this week already."

"Actually, this is the third time," he said, with a touch of annoyance. Changing from defense to offense, he told her, "Stop bothering me. Who's the boss here anyway, Jen?"

"Well, technically you are, of course. But I am not speaking as your employee, but as your sister Tina's oldest and dearest friend. Barb doesn't know you like we do. You really need to be more responsible with the emotions of others, you have an obligation to be fair to those you romance. These women are not just for your amusement. Romance is not a one-way street. Be honest about your expectations and intentions. And I certainly hope you didn't mention to her how you wanted to start a family. Or about your so-called serious girlfriend at the end. Getting their hopes up. What a bunch of lies! You should write your English surname L-I-E, Louis! It would be more accurate."

Louis tried to get in a word.

But Jen was on a furious rant. "No, let me finish, Louis! Do I need to remind you how you already confused and burned out all the women that we introduced to you since you came back to Hong Kong? Nobody who knows anything about you wants to date you now and you made all of your family and close friends lose face. None of us are going to help you anymore. You are too immature and self-centered. So now you have to go it alone to meet women. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but still ..." She let the thought hang. "Louis, from what I understand, you are a really responsible businessman and I know that you are very caring in every way to all your family and close friends. Think about applying those attributes in a sincere manner to those who would hope to be a special someone to you."

"Well, I am looking for a long-term commitment," Louis protested. "And I really did like Amy."

"You would like to think you liked her. Your actions indicate the opposite, Louis. At least twenty serial girlfriends in America, that's quite a number in just six years. And as for Amy, you can't call someone your serious girlfriend just six months into dating, if you are cheating on her with previous lovers. No wonder your father forced you come back to Hong Kong. To get your personal values in order. No legitimate grandkids, if you can't get mature about romantic relationships. You don't have any idea what a real relationship is like! You get bored too easily. Long-term commitment, how delusional ..." She scowled at him with disgust. 

He stared unblinkingly back at her. Then he picked up the phone and pushed on the screen. The connection was made. Louis said brightly, "Hi Barb! It's Louis. Sorry, I haven't had a chance to answer your calls. It's been so busy around here ..."

Jen turned around and left Louis' office. Louis' eyes tracked her out the door. He loved seeing her firm ass wiggle in the tight pencil-skirt and heels.



Lai Ch. 08: Nan



I was already waiting alone at the centrally placed table when the host informed me that Nan, already fifteen minutes late, had just called to say that she was going to be yet another ten minutes late.

Nan had chosen this restaurant in the TST district of Kowloon. I had never been here before, but it was my style, quite elegant, with thirty tables draped in long white tablecloths, all located in a single large dimly-lighted room. I was a little annoyed at her delay, but the extra time did give me time to think about the events that led to my date with her.

***

My name is Louis Lai. I am 29 years old, generally judged to be handsome, a bit above average in height, and well-built from hours spent exercising. I am not a playboy, although many might consider me one. I am the heir to Lai Property and Management, LLC, which has holdings all over Asia and North America. I had spent the much of the past six years in the United States, studying for an MBA, managing our more limited number of properties in North America, and developing a successful on-line real estate company. I would judge my presence in America as successful. I had graduated with honors, I had grown the family business, and I had earned over $10 million USD selling off an Internet company that I co-founded. I had been disappointed that my parents forced me back to Hong Kong eight months ago, citing their need for my help in managing our much larger Asian holdings. I am not convinced that business concerns were the reason. I am certain that they had been increasingly worried about my behavior in America, straying from their more conservative beliefs, especially with respect to my admittedly more undisciplined approach to personal entertainment and intimate relationships. It is true that I had enjoyed going out till late at night frequently and that I had enjoyed the serial companionship of at least a dozen girlfriends in my search for lasting love, but I had not violated any serious laws nor had I created any really embarrassing situations for the family.

My personal life is certainly constrained here in Hong Kong. While I have dated a number of attractive women introduced to me through my family social circle here, two of which had stretched for a couple months, I have felt that there were implied expectations associated with all these potential relationships, as if these unions were a business arrangement and a resolution needed to be achieved within a certain timeframe. So I had decided to go my own way.

I had initially bribed the event organizers to allow me to judge the Miss Hong Kong pageant two weeks ago because I wanted an excuse to meet one Barb Wei. The business elite in this city is not that small, so it had taken a few months for the rumor that Ryan Lin, who I had met a couple of times, had broken off a lengthy affair in which she was the mistress. I had then watched her on the local news a few times and decided that she might be an interesting woman to date. Or at least fuck. After I had successfully acquired her number and a commitment to a future date, I had been accosted by the second place contestant. Nan Wen had been extremely flirty at the outset.

"Mr. Lai, I just wanted to thank you for helping become the runner-up for Miss Hong Kong."

I had not been able to tell if she were happy or upset by her placement, but I had responded as if she were happy. "My pleasure, Miss Wen. You deserve it. You are an incredible singer, the best on stage tonight, by far."

"Well, I would like to think that my face and my figure contributed to the outcome, too."

"Yes, that definitely was a strong point, as well, Miss Wen."

"What part of my physique do you find most attractive, Mr. Lai? My breasts? I know Barb Wei's are slightly bigger, but mine are quite a mouthful also, wouldn't you say? Or maybe my toned round butt? My dates have always found my ass quite fun to grope, I have to say. I tend to think my legs are both my best feature ... and my favorite part, too. Almost as long as Barb's. Quite shapely, don't you think? Especially in heels, which I love to wear all the time, even in the bedroom. And, gosh, so fun to wrap them around a lover."

I am not dense. She obviously wanted to obtain a date with me. So we had continued to banter flirtatiously for a number of minutes, ending with a general commitment to get together later. After having left me her number, she had winked at me and had whispered in my ear, "Don't forget to call, Mr. Lai. I think we could have a lot of fun together."

I had called her the next day, after having secured the upcoming weekend with Barb. "Nan. Louis Lai. I wanted to set up a date. Would you be free the weekend after the coming one?"

"So nice to hear from you, Mr. Lai. I was wondering when you would call. Yes, I think I have some time in a couple weekends, although that Sunday afternoon is my dear grandmother's 75th birthday celebration. My father and his siblings have been planning this for a few months and I have been really looking forward to it. Probably ten tables."

Her response had thrown a small twist in my plans, but I emphasize the word "small". I was free that weekend and I didn't have the patience to wait to discover what Nan had to offer to me as a woman. "Nan, please call me Louis. Actually, I meant all weekend, though. Perhaps you could let your father and grandmother know that you might be occupied that day. I have found that, with me, dates are more worthwhile for both parties if we spend an extended and concentrated amount of time together. I am quite busy and I am used to making important decisions over short periods of time. This includes my choice of companions. I would ask that you clear your schedule from Friday evening to Monday morning. The date will continue, as long as we are getting along well. If one of us decides to terminate our date earlier in the weekend, well, I think that would be ample evidence pointing to our poor prospects together. And I am sure we could both go our separate ways as mature adults." 

She had hesitated before replying, "Um, yes, you do have a point, Louis. I guess I can change my schedule for you."

"Excellent, Nan. Call me on Tuesday, two days from now. I understand that I may be inconveniencing you, so why don't you let me know what you would like to do Friday evening, Saturday afternoon, Saturday evening, and Sunday afternoon. I will make it happen. Does that sound acceptable?"

"Uh, sure, Louis. Let me get to work on this."

"Oh, by the way, if you wish to purchase anything for our weekend together, call my personal assistant Jen. I will text you her number. She can pay for many things that you may desire. In fact, I insist that you avail yourself of this offer. I am taking your time at the last minute and I would like to repay you in some trivial way for it. Also, if you have any requests, please convey them to her and she will see what she can do. I have to go now. Bye-bye, Nan."

I recalled that I had been quite intrigued by what this unexpected opportunity with Nan might bring.

***

My reverie was broken by the advance of Nan, or more specifically, of her legs, sashaying towards me. I stared at her luscious figure as she approached me and I noticed that the patrons were openly gawking as she passed by. I stood up when she reached me. "Sorry I'm a bit late, Louis. I was putting on some finishing touches for tonight. It will be worth it for you, though, I promise," Nan said breezily. "What do you think of this little black dress and heels I wore for you tonight?" She slowly pirouetted around to show me her entire form.

As I watched her display herself to me, my first and really only thought was simply, I want to fuck you right now, you slutty little girl. What I did say, however, was much more controlled. "You look absolutely great, Nan. Thank you for taking the time to get yourself so ready for our date tonight."

"Thank you, Louis. Like the long sleeves? I didn't want to look like a slut," she said, winking.

Nan was sin incarnate. Her long jet black hair cascaded in waves across her back and was parted to seductively cover some of the right side of her face. Her eyes were outlined in dark black, with thick eyelashes and dark blue shadow. Her cheekbones were highlighted with heavy dark bronze blush, deeper in tone than her flawless natural olive-colored skin. Her full lips were painted a bright shade of glossy fuchsia. Her fingernails were polished a dark red. She accessorized sparingly with dangling gold earrings adorned with a column of diamonds that reached to her clavicles.

The most accurately termed part of the clingy little black dress that she was referring to was the word "little". The dress had long sleeves, but it would only be a slight exaggeration to say that there was scarcely more fabric in the rest of the dress. The shoulderless sleeves merged directly onto a bodice with a low heart-shaped neckline which was supported by a halter and which left the top and sides of her breasts exposed. The tight fit pushed her large boobs against her chest, creating an appealingly deep cleavage in the middle and ample visible mounds to the sides. The hem of the dress barely cleared her firm butt, leaving all of her smooth and slender legs exposed. There were three midline oval cut-outs in the front, the middle one over the navel, which revealed the presence of a small diamond navel stud. There was also a deep cut-out along the sides of her thin waist. The back was bare to the top crack of ass, save for a single tied strap that appeared to secure the bodice around her breasts.

The astounding aspect of the dress was appreciated best at closer range. The fabric was a shimmering translucent black mesh that would obviously reveal details of her skin in brighter lighting. As it was, I could already somewhat discern the size of her areola and the absence panties and pubic hair. Nevertheless, the design and material appeared quite sophisticated and I suspected that the item had cost me quite a bit. 

Her shoes were more understated, black open-toed platformless mules with one-inch biconcave kid-leather vamp straps and gold metallic stiletto heels that I estimated to be over 4 inches in height. I noted that Nan wore a gold-chain ankle bracelet on her left foot. The fuck-me shoes brought out the incredible shapeliness of her legs, extremely toned with just a hint of the underlying muscle fibers along its entire long length. The ankle bracelet drew attention to the delectable structure of her feet, with its long toes featuring clear polished toenails, high arches and delicate ankles.

I made a move to grab her by the waist, hoping to sneak in a friendly kiss, with the thought that even more sensual contact might ensue. She stepped backwards, ensuring that I could not reach her. "I have a little rule on first dates. You must be a gentleman. No touching me until I think you are worthy," she said with a wicked grin and a twinkle in her eyes. "You do want to feel me, don't you, Louis? I mean, look at this body." She cupped her breasts with her left hand. She then slid her hand between her inner thighs. "I assure you, it feels good inside, too," she added, winking at me.

Nan clearly liked to tease, but I was up for the challenge. "What I want, Nan, is to get to know you intimately, in the most comprehensive sense of the word. That's why I wanted to be with you all weekend. To understand your thoughts and personality. To determine how compatible we might be. To discover if we are meant for the long-term. Isn't that what all we all search for? I want to romance you the next few days, Nan. Getting to know your body is only one part of my goal this weekend."

Nan's face briefly twisted into a faint but unmistakable smirk before placidly nodding in agreement. I pulled out the chair for Nan and assisted in getting her seated. I sat down on the side adjacent to her. The waiter came over and I ordered a bottle of Cristal and the eight-course prix fixe option.

"I hope you like this restaurant. It's my favorite French restaurant in Hong Kong," Nan declared with a happy smile. "Eight courses. Plenty of time to learn about each other."

I learned more about Nan over the course of four dishes and a bottle of champagne. She had graduated two years ago from the City University of Hong Kong. She worked as the director of music and a substitute teacher at one of the international secondary schools in Kowloon, supplementing her income as an occasional print model for clothing and lingerie lines. She told me that her motivation for entering the Miss Hong Kong pageant was to see if the exposure might lead to better opportunities for a singing career. 

"Well, Nan. I wish you luck. You are quite a singer. Although this should be confidential, I do want to let you know that I voted you number one in the talent portion and, as I recall, you did come in first in the talent part of the pageant." Actually, I had voted her second in the talent portion, but I figured that a small fib wouldn't matter. "Combined with your beauty, I think you have a real chance at making it big."

"Thank you, that's a nice compliment. A number of agents have actually contacted me since Miss Hong Kong, so I'll have to see what happens. However, I try not to anticipate too much. Much of life often is beyond our control. So my philosophy is to just try to have fun in the moment and not to focus too much on the final outcomes."

A waiter placed the fifth course in front of us. Before starting this new dish, I pulled out a box that I had stored under my seat. "This is for you, Nan. I know that you may have had to disappoint others to be with me all of this weekend, so I just wanted you to know that I appreciate your sacrifice. Hope you like it." 

It was a silver choker with a single row of diamonds. My personal assistant Jen had asked Nan for all her physical dimensions and then had asked me what kind of necklace I wanted to buy for Nan. When I had told her that I wanted a choker like the one I had gifted Barb the week earlier, Jen had become apoplectic. "You are so obnoxious. Are these women just interchangeable playmates for you to put identical branding collars on?" she had yelled. I had told her that I found that choker design particularly sexy, but Jen clearly had not been convinced of my reasoning. Nevertheless, I was the boss and she had procured it for me.

Nan beamed. "It's beautiful, Louis. Thank you. You have indeed proven yourself worthy. Would you like to put it on me?"

I did and Nan gave me a deep kiss on the mouth as my hands circled behind her neck to fasten the choker. I responded in kind, as our tongues explored each other enthusiastically. We stayed passionately locked for at least a minute, hands embracing each other by the head, until Nan suddenly broke the seal.

"You are a great kisser. You may even be worthy of being inside me this evening, Louis," she declared, a glint in her eyes, followed by a wink. "I have a gift for you, too. It's also a test." She removed a small remote-control device from her clutch and handed it to me. Then she pulled out something from her lap and showed it to me, a contraption which I recognized as a rabbit vibrator. She slid her high-backed cushioned leather chair out a bit. "You have the privilege of controlling my sexual satisfaction tonight, Louis. It's been a pleasurable meal with you so far and I was hoping that you could double my pleasure going forward. I want a gentle touch, so don't get too fast or intense immediately, got that, stud?" 

I observed Nan open her thighs widely and stuff the phallic instrument inside of her. "First test, Louis. Do you think you can align the clit stimulator correctly for me?"

I had never seen one of these devices being used, but I was not going to let her know that. "Absolutely," I lied. While looking directly into her eyes, I took my left index finger and slid it along her gash, until I felt a protuberance that I thought was her clitoris. I rubbed it hard, confirming its identity when her eyes and mouth widened dramatically. Then I used my free hand to rotate the vibrator so that the stimulator extension lay directly on top of her clitoris. "Done. Shall we check?" 

I studied the remote and turned the small dial to "1", the lowest setting. Nan simply closed her eyes and smiled, whispering, "Good job. Leave it there for now."

I stared between her legs, which were still splayed wide. "The vibrator seems to be securely seated in place. You're not worried about it slipping out or rotating?"

"Louis, I have a tight vagina like you wouldn't believe. And I do these exercises, Kegel exercises, I think people call it, to keep it tight and help me contract it on command. If you're a good boy and can satisfy me, maybe I will give you a chance to find out for yourself what a hot vise I have down there." She winked again at me, which seemed to be a recurrent, albeit sexy, habit of hers. Then she pursed her glossy full lips and kissed the air. "You do want me, don't you?" she purred, staring at me and grinning mischievously.

"Uh, yes, oh God, yes," I blurted out, uncharacteristically candid and uncontrolled, choking on my own saliva. Nan was shaping up to be a character out of some male fantasy, with her attractiveness, brazenness, and implied sexual skill. What was still unclear was whether she would get around to applying her talent on me, as opposed to all this explicitly manipulative teasing. Indeed, one thing that was really bothering me was that I was used to directing the sexual narrative during my dates and Nan was clearly in charge, at least for the moment.

"You may get lucky, Mr. Lai. But first, I'll have to see if you have what it takes. Let me check." She slid her chair closer to the table, her thighs now completely covered by the long tablecloth. "Oh, you might want to have the food come out a little bit slower ..."

She leaned over and I felt a hand moving around my crotch, stopping when it found the zipper to my trousers. I motioned to the waiter, who arrived quickly, just as Nan was unzipping my fly. "Could you please slow down the pace of the last few dishes? We wanted to extend our enjoyment ..." I gasped sharply, as Nan suddenly wrapped long delicate fingers around my fully erect penis and tried to maneuver it out of my pants. "... our, uh, our enjoyment of the dining, uh, dining, uh, experience," I finally managed to croak out. Fortunately for my sense of propriety, the waiter simply nodded and quickly left.

Nan seemed to be concentrating as she fondled my exposed rod with both hands. "Nice, Louis. Glad to see you don't wear underwear, like me. I can work with this. Circumcised. You are a beast. Let me guess, eight inches long and two inches thick. Perfect size for my pleasure." She had inflated my dimensions, as I have an average-sized cock. I suspected that she knew this and was intentionally trying to inflate my ego and stroke it.

Then she actually began to stroke IT. We were silent. She stared straight at me, devoid of emotion, and I met her eyes. I felt her right hand languidly moving up-and-down the entire length of my shaft. She paused after a few pumps to rub around my frenulum with her thumb and gathered some of my pre-cum onto it. She released my cock and brought her hands out from under the table. She then grinned seductively and placed her right thumb into her mouth.

"God, I love the taste of your juice, Louis," she said softly, leaving her thumb in her mouth. "Be a dear and increase my vibrations." I turned the dial up a notch and she let out a soft moan while closing her eyes.

She brought her right arm underneath the table again and repeated her languid stroking of my manhood. By now, even I could sense that a copious amount of pre-cum was flowing out. She gathered pre-cum onto multiple digits and brought her hand out again. I watched as she placed her thumb into her mouth, her eyes still closed. I turned up the remote control dial up another notch and she let out another soft moan. She removed her thumb and placed her index finger into her mouth. I turned up the dial a bit more and she let out another soft moan. Then she replaced her index finger with her middle finger. She then performed fellatio on her middle finger, while I turned up the dial to half of the maximum. She moaned again, leaned back, and then smiled with a look of rapture on her face, her eyes still closed. I was so entranced that I had no idea whether the other patrons were witnessing this depraved scene and, at this point, I did not care at all if they were, if we were going to be asked to leave, or if I were going to be caught by paparazzi that occasionally tail me. 




Lai Ch. 08: Nan



She then murmured, "Masturbate for me, Louis. I want to taste your cum, all of it. Think about how you would like to fuck me right now. Let me know right before you ejaculate."

A part of my brain told me to stop right there, but I was so aroused I began to follow Nan's instructions. I stared straight ahead and placed the remote control that I had been clutching in the left hand on the table. I used my right hand to jerk off, fantasizing about bending her sluttily-attired body over the restaurant table, pulling the microskirt of the so-called dress up to her waist and untying her halter to release her twins, gripping her by her big tits, and aggressively jackhammering my cock into her welcoming pussy, while she whimpered loudly with each pump.

It didn't take long for me to sense an impending orgasm. "I'm cumming soon," I groaned. She surprised me by suddenly breaking her reverie, changing her position and opening her eyes. She leaned forward and placed both arms underneath the tablecloth, gazing hungrily and expectantly at my eyes, as I turned my head towards her and opened my mouth in a quiet groan. A series of semen streams ejaculated from me, more streams than I was accustomed to. After my orgasm subsided, I placed my right hand on the table, dazed and also embarrassed by what I had just done in this fine restaurant.

But my shame was not over. My still erect cock was then quickly wrapped by Nan's wet hand. She continued to jerk me off, just at the head, which I have always found to be exceedingly sensitive immediately after climaxing. I twitched uncontrollably with her small strokes, slightly uncomfortable waves of pleasure piercing through my dull post-orgasmic haze. After about a dozen of these pumps, these intense sensations subsided and her pumping ceased shortly thereafter.

Nan brought both of her hands out to show me her palms. There was a puddle of white cum pooling in her left hand and thick goo coating her right. Then, staring at me like a feral animal, she licked her right hand for about half a minute, before awkwardly wiping her palm against her exposed right flank. Right hand apparently dried to her satisfaction, she pursed her lips and sucked up the semen in her left. "Kiss me," she mumbled. "I want us to share this part of the meal."

Again, part of me wanted to decline, but the force of her sexual power over me compelled me to acquiesce. I leaned over, hands on the table. She pulled my head closer with both hands and her lips found mine. We locked and, as our tongues danced around, I tasted a knot of some salty ooze. Before I could study my cum more, her tongue quickly intercepted it. She broke off our kiss and I noted a gulping motion in her throat. "Sorry, Louis," she said brightly, instantly and astonishingly changing her mood from possessed to playful. "I say I like to share, but I actually don't." She then winked at me.

I looked around. Most of the patrons near our table were whispering to each other. Our waiter came by with a check. "I'm sorry, sir. I must ask you to leave now." I understood. Nan and I had been rather quiet, but there was no way that we could have successfully concealed the entirety of our activities over the past fifteen minutes, even in this dimly lighted room.

I handed over my credit card and the waiter returned for me to sign the receipt. "Have a good evening and thank you for dining with us tonight, Mr. Lai."

Nan startled me by speaking. "I'm sorry, Bruce, I know I promised ..." She appeared contrite, although I got the sense that was purely an act.

The waiter shook his head. "If we all didn't like you so much, Nan ..."

I stood up and straightened my clothes, penis long tucked inside my pants and remote safely in my coat pocket. I looked around nervously, slightly mortified by the semi-public display, but even more concerned about any photographic evidence of the display. These anxieties vanished when Nan stood up. Like I had noted earlier, Nan was sin incarnate. Her seductively gorgeous face and large-chested hourglass figure on top of long shapely legs, barely clothed in a tight translucent microdress and open-toed high-heels, inspired an instant desire in me to fuck her right then and there, even though I had just shot a load minutes earlier. As I paused to ogle the unpredictable, half-naked nymphomaniac before me, she winked at me yet again, found my hand, and said cheerily, "Ready for some karaoke fun, stud?"

We walked out, hand-in-hand. Near the exit, I turned to her and remarked, half-asking and half-declaring, "You're pretty familiar with this place."

She shrugged at me. "Another time, Louis, another time ..."



Lai Ch. 09: Nan



The remote-control dial was left at the minimum setting during the ride over to the karaoke club that Nan had selected in the Jordan district. She was quite self-absorbed with maintaining her sexual high, asking me to caress her inner thighs with my left hand, even as I drove. For her part, she rolled her nipples through her thin translucent dress, eyes closed. I was more accustomed to being attended to and, combined with the wanton exhibition to my left, I was becoming a bit frustrated with my own relative lack of carnal pleasure.

Nan anticipated this, assuring me, "Don't worry, Louis. I am not trying to ignore you. I wouldn't do that, I like you too much. I guarantee that you will have your fill later, trust me."

I was thinking that she could use her hands on me instead of herself right now, but I chose to remain silent.

We arrived at the club and valets opened our doors. I walked over to Nan's side to help her out of the deep bucket seats of my Ferrari and to leer at her body as she emerged. I was not disappointed. The sight of her smooth toned legs and her feet graced by the sexy open-toed stilettos hardened my semi-erect cock. I pulled her to a standing position and was rewarded by an embrace, her right hand on my chest and left on my ass. "Ready to for some real fun?" she whispered in my ear. 

I turned to her as if to reply and she simply winked at me. We entered the club and were met by an attractive hostess in a red mid-length cheongsam who appeared to be in her forties. "Hello, Nan," she said with a big smile. Nan and the hostess exchanged pecks on the cheek.

"Hi, An." Nan then introduced us. "An, this is my good friend Louis. Louis, An. An has been the hostess-in-charge here for a long time. She will take care of us, won't you, An?"

"Nan, for you, anything," An laughed. "Premium package, right?"

"Yes. Is Pauline here tonight?" Nan asked.

"Well, she just called in yesterday that she could work. She came in much earlier and may be busy now, but I will see what I can do for you."

An gave Nan some keys. "Thank you, An. See you later."

Nan guided us to an elevator, which opened almost immediately. "An was a good friend to me when I needed it a long time ago. It's important to have good friends, don't you think, Louis?" Nan said, staring ahead at the elevator door. 

"Uh, yes, I agree," I responded, unsure of the intent of the question. Nan remained silent and we exited on the eighth floor. At the end of the hall, Nan opened a non-descript door. The room on the other side of the door was decorated like an old-fashioned private study and unexpectedly large. The walls and flooring were dark wood. The dim illumination was supplied by a few lamps and recessed lighting. Across from the entrance door was a glass double-door that opened to a small balcony overlooking the Kowloon skyline. Against another wall on the far side was a large monitor that must have been at least 72 inches; there were a number of electronic devices arranged on the floor underneath it. Adjacent to this collection, closer to the entrance door was a well-stocked bar, complete with a few barstools and a counter. Against the opposite wall and directly facing the monitor was a dark brown leather couch that was about eight feet long. Next to the couch was a king size bed with maroon satin sheets, already turned down.

Nan grabbed my hand and, after we passed the bed, we plopped down on the middle of the couch. "By the way, that door we passed, on the other side of the bed, opens into a lavatory and also a small bedroom. But we won't be needing that other bedroom, since there will only be three of us tonight."

As I watched Nan get off the couch and sashay over to the panel of electronics, I determined that, in this club, "premium package" referred to a private hostess for the room. Nan fiddled around with the video and audio set-up, alternately bending over and reaching up multiple times. I couldn't help but admire her enticing and essentially nude backside, her exposed tight round ass when she bent over and her long slender limbs and toned back when she reached high. Finally, she swayed over to me, carrying two microphones and a remote-control for the karaoke system. She gave me one microphone and kept one for herself. "Louis, could you turn up the vibrator remote a bit? I sing some of these love songs better when I am more aroused."

I wasn't convinced that arousal had anything to do with it and certainly the karaoke auto-tuning helped, but Nan is an amazingly talented singer. She effortlessly knocked off some Canto-pop melody that spanned at least two octaves. It wasn't a surprise to me. I recalled that at the Miss Hong Kong pageant, she had come in first in the talent portion. However, listening to her in a private setting was more of a treat.

"Bravo!" I exclaimed, applauding. She curtsied slightly, pressed something on her karaoke remote, and sang a fast-paced piece. I was entranced by her voice and I literally forgot about her half-naked body.

"Your turn, Louis. Try this one," she said after finishing the second song. She pressed the remote to change to another tune.

I got off the couch and she sat down. I am not much of a singer, but I have done enough karaoke in my time to not embarrass myself. Nan seemed to enjoy watching me, moving to the beat while seated and clapping happily after I finished. "That was great!"

"Thank you," I said. "Please, I would rather listen to you, though. You are terrific."

"Let's try a duet," she said. She changed to a different song. We had fun facing each other and dramatically belting out Canto-pop lyrics about our mutual love for each other, laughing loudly together at the end. She gave me a quick chaste kiss on the lips after our laughs died down, winking as she pulled back.

Nan started yet another tune for herself, while I sat on the couch. Halfway through, there was a loud knock. Nan abruptly stopped singing and walked over to the door. She opened it and giggled loudly, "Pauline! So good to see you!" My view of the newcomer was blocked by Nan, who was hugging and being hugged tightly.

After the embrace, Nan held hands with the woman and led her to me. "Pauline, this is my date Louis. We are on a first date. Louis, this is Pauline. She is an old friend of mine from way back and will be our hostess. I had mentioned to her days ago that we might be here tonight."

"Nice to meet you, Louis," Pauline purred seductively. She gave me a little peck on my right cheek. "Let me pour you two a drink? I know Nan likes Cosmos. What would you like, Louis?"

"Just a regular martini would be fine, Pauline. Thank you." Like I had indicated, the singing had taken my mind off sex. With Pauline's entrance, my cock stirred back to life. She looked like an innocent virgin bride. Her hair was piled in a curly bun with loose side tendrils, which framed her beautiful face, with big eyes and high cheekbones and swollen lips. Her make-up emphasized innocence, with very long lashes and abundant pink blush and glossy pink lipstick. In addition to a simple pearl choker and small diamond stud earrings, she completed her bridal jewelry with a huge diamond ring on her left fourth finger.

As I had indicated, she looked like an innocent virgin bride. An innocent virgin bride completely primed for a lusty deflowering, that is. She had on a white bridal lingerie combination. Her top was a babydoll hemmed at the crotch, designed with lace cups held up by thin shoulder straps, a sheer skirt, and a satin ribbon back-tie. Around her hips was a 4-strap lace garter belt. The straps were attached to white semi-sheer lace-top stockings. She wore a pair of G-string knickers that I noticed were placed over the garter straps, which I have always found to be a clear indication that the panties would be removed early on at some point. Finally, she wore white open-toed mules, designed with clear vamps, 1-inch platforms, and about 5-inch thin heels. 

As she teetered to the bar, I assessed her figure. She was an inch or so shorter than Nan, even in her platform heels, and much thinner. I guessed that her boobs were enhanced, as they seemed larger than even Barb's and Pauline's frame was much skinnier. Fake boobs, skinny body, not that I was complaining, though. If I got the opportunity, she would be quite enjoyable to ravage. Unfortunately, I wasn't completely sure if I would get to, as Nan had not only been entrusted with our activities for the weekend, as I had requested, but also seemed to still be dictating the terms of sexual play, which I had not anticipated.

Pauline walked back with three glasses and gave one each to Nan and me. Nan took Pauline by the waist with her left arm. Pauline turned to Nan and the two shared a long kiss on the lips. Then the two faced me. "We make quite a pair, don't we, Louis. White and black, nice and naughty. Who do you fancy?" Nan giggled and winked.

I thought, both of you together and in bed. I began to get the distinct feeling that, if I spoke and acted correctly, I would get just that. So I just smiled and replied, "Any man would be lucky to be with either of you beautiful women."

After we finished our drinks and placed the glasses on a small table at the end of the sofa, Pauline returned to the bar. She came back with a bottle of Hennessey cognac, which she left on the table, and she had me sit down next to her in the middle of the couch. "Nan, why don't you sing a long piece for us?" Then Pauline turned to me and whispered in my right ear, "Nan is a fantastic singer, don't you agree? Oh, and you should relax a little, let me help you loosen up."

As Nan sang another song, Pauline slowly pulled off my suit coat and unbuttoned my shirt. To the strains of a tender melody with inane lyrics about immortal love, Pauline caressed my bare chest with her hands and her lips. As the song concluded, she pulled off my shirt, as well.

Nan looked at us and laughed, "Pauline doesn't waste time, does she, Louis?" She then walked over and exchanged places with Pauline, handing her the microphone. "Your turn, Pauline."

As Pauline was choosing another song, Nan whispered in my ear, "Pauline's talents at entertaining do not include singing. But I think I can get you to enjoy the next few minutes anyway." Nan unbuckled my pants and opened my fly just as Pauline began to tremulously warble a tune off-key. Then Nan got off the couch and removed my socks and shoes. She pulled my pants off from that position and then sat back on the couch next to me. I was completely nude. For the last minute of the song, she gently fondled my fully erect penis and my scrotum with her left hand and tickled my inner thighs with her right fingers.

"Another one!" Nan yelled, while we clapped. Pauline smiled and fiddled with the remote to search for another song. Nan found my coat pocket in the meantime and just as Pauline began a new tune, Nan found the vibrator remote and shut it off. "We won't be needing this anymore." 

We listened to Pauline butcher another song for about a minute, before Nan turned to me and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to undress me now?" She turned her back to me, hinting for me to undo the halter around her neck and the strap that secured the dress against her breasts. She then wiggled her arms out from the long sleeves.

When the straps were all untied and her arms were free, she turned to me and winked. I could see that her tits were now completely exposed, two tempting handfuls of gravity-defying mounds, topped by enticing nipples the length of a fingernail. I stared at them for a bit before Nan re-focused me and said, "The dress slides off more easily from the bottom. Oh, and after you take out the vibrator for me, you are welcome to taste me down there."

I wasted no time getting off the couch and onto my knees. I reached between her legs and pulled out the vibrator, noting in passing how thickly coated with viscous liquid it was. I tugged the dress to her feet. Before I pulled it past her ankles, I made sure that Nan noticed me fondling the arch and heel of her right foot. I looked up at her expectantly and she nodded approvingly. Then I pulled the dress past her feet. I then pushed it and my clothes way over to the side.

I left her sexy slides on her feet and slowly sucked on her right big toe, while resuming a two-handed rub on her right foot. I noted that her eyes were closed and she was lazily sliding a finger along her moist slit. After a little while, I heard her moan over to Pauline, "Another one, please, Pauline. Maybe two more." I sucked on each toe for about a minute before moving on to an adjacent one. By the time I moved over to her left big toe and began a foot-rub on her left foot, I could see that Nan was now lazily rubbing her clitoris and leaking slightly. She continued a soft moan, as I proceeded through each of her left toes. When I finished, I looked up.

Pauline had already stopped singing and had apparently poured a full glass of cognac for Nan and me. She handed me one and one to Nan. We gulped it down, both aware that the buzz from the liquor would intensify our sexual buzz. Pauline sat down on Nan's right side and bent over to lick Nan's right inner thigh. Nan splayed her thighs wide, in response. I slowly massaged and kissed Nan's delicate ankles for a couple minutes. Then I took up about five minutes to attend to her left leg, caressing and licking and kissing it all the way to the edge of her pussy. Nan, still fingering her clit, was grossly leaking by now and I could taste her juice.

At this point, my head was up against Pauline's, as we lapped each of Nan's inner thighs. I heard Pauline clear her throat to attract my attention. When I looked up, she twisted over so that the back of her head lay on Nan's thigh and then pulled my head over to give me a deep wet kiss on my mouth, albeit at an awkward angle. When she broke the seal after a minute, she motioned with her head to get me to begin licking Nan's bald pussy.

As soon as my tongue touched her slit, Nan stopped rubbing her clit. She laid down on the sofa, with her right foot on the sofa and her left dangling off. I ravenously ate her shaven sex, pushing my tongue between her pussy lips and loudly slurping around those puffy folds. Pauline, for her part, locked onto Nan's other lips, as the two grabbed each other urgently around their necks, Pauline mostly lying on top of Nan. 

Eventually, I decided to concentrate on Nan's clit. I pushed hard on it with my tongue, eliciting a small twitch from her legs. I stayed on it and simulated writing the Roman alphabet, which effectively moved the clit in random directions. I wasn't actually sure that Nan would have preferred this versus a constant circular motion, but, nevertheless, she responded by spasmodically opening and closing her thighs. I felt juice squirting out of her pussy. Then I placed a couple fingers deep into her vagina and stroked what I thought might be her G-spot.

Suddenly, Nan stiffened her body and writhed around crazily on the sofa. I changed tactics at this point, rapidly pumping my fingers inside, instead of stroking, and sucking hard on her clit, instead of pushing. She began to make muffled sounds inside Pauline's mouth and so Pauline broke the deep kiss. A ear-piercing high-pitched scream cut through the room, followed by a loud series of "AAAAAAH! OH FUCK, OH FUCK! AAAAAAH! OH FUCK, OH FUCK" that repeated over and over. I continued to pump and suck until Nan's thrashings subsided and her wailings transformed to a quiet moan. Then she lay still, eyes closed with a hint of a smile.

Pauline had sat up after she unlocked from Nan. She was studying Nan's supine body when she turned towards me and asked, "It's getting a little hot in here, don't you think? Could you remove my dress and knickers?" She stood up.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I went over to Pauline and pressed her body against mine using my left arm while untying her babydoll from the back with my right hand. After separating a little from her, I pushed off the shoulder straps until the wispy piece floated to the floor. Then I pushed her knickers down towards her knees, letting Pauline wiggle her legs to drop the underwear to the floor. I stepped back further to better ogle Pauline. She was a erotic vision, such a pretty and innocent-looking thing only clothed in beguiling white garters, stockings, and fuck-me shoes, with a slender body highlighted by out-of-proportion size G breasts that drooped slightly owing to its weight.

Pauline stood still, allowing me to admire her form. As I did, I stroked my erection slowly, pre-cum oozing from the tip. Nan got off the sofa and walked over to the bed.

"Getting frustrated, Louis? Why don't you get on the bed with me? You deserve it. You really know how to eat pussy. Pauline will join us, won't you?"

Pauline took my hand and escorted me the short distance to the bed. She whispered, "Lie down and relax, Louis. Nan and I will do all the work now."

I plopped myself supine in the middle of the mattress. Nan crawled over me onto my left and Pauline situated herself to my right, after she had taken out a small bottle from a drawer underneath the bed. Then they wrapped their legs and arms around me while constantly moving, wrestling to establish a tight hold on my body with every change in position. They both pushed their lips onto my face, competing for my mouth. The moans that emanated from these small battles were driving me to the edge. And with their smooth skin rubbing all over my body, coupled with the light scent of perfume, I was on the verge of heaven.

After a while, Pauline let go of me and heavily coated her breasts with viscous oil from the bottle she had beside her. Then I felt her re-grasp me while rotating herself so that her boobs were touching my stiff cock. In what could only be considered a planned coordinated attack, Nan then disengaged from me and positioned herself kneeling at the top of my head, while Pauline tried to flip me on top of her. When I did, Pauline grabbed my dick, placed it between her gigantic tits, and pushed her left tit medially to entrap my manhood between her twins. Simultaneously, Nan shoved my upper chest to get me to lord over Pauline in a kneeling position.

When I was comfortably straddling Pauline with my dick between her slippery tits, Nan shoved her chest forward, inviting me to play with her own tits. I slowly titty-fucked Pauline, while fondling Nan's right breast and sucking on her left nipple. While I continued to do my thing, each woman used a free hand to rub herself down there. We were all moaning. I from the erotic sensations from playing with four breasts and the women from their respective self-stimulations to their nether regions.

After at least fifteen minutes, Nan's voice broke the wall of moaning. "Tell me when you are close to cumming," she mumbled. I have terrific stamina and wasn't close, so I continued to assault their mammaries.

After another five minutes, though, Nan must have decided that it was time for a change. "Fuck me, Louis. Your cock will feel so good deep inside me. Let it go," she whispered provocatively. Then she kept on repeating an invitation in a seductive tone, "Cum in me, I am all yours, cum in me, I am all yours."

I could feel an orgasm building with her dirty talk. "I'm close," I groaned.

Nan turned around suddenly and raised her round firm butt high in the air. "Put it in my ass, Louis," she ordered loudly.

I quickly launched myself to Nan and roughly plunged my well-lubricated erection into her anus, the ease of entry belying the tightness of the hot vise surrounding my manhood. She groaned as it went in. Extremely aroused seeing my cock buried into such a narrow orifice and already at the edge, I paced my thrusts very slowly, in order to prolong the experience. Even so, each thrust was forceful and she whimpered pitifully with each push. I re-established control over my impending orgasm and felt relieved that I would be able to enjoy butt-fucking her for longer. "My god, Nan, it feels so warm in your tight hole," I groaned.




Lai Ch. 09: Nan



"You're so big inside. I feel so full. Just keep on pumping me, don't stop, don't you dare stop," Nan gasped. She then continued her pitiful cries.

Pauline slid up the bed, laying between our legs, and began moving both hands around her pussy. Nan dropped her head into Pauline's chest, until her huge boobs engulfed Nan's face. I could vaguely hear slurping sounds mixed in with muffled whimpering. Then I felt someone's fingers sliding around Nan's gash. Nan clearly enjoyed having multiple sources of sexual stimuli.

After a while of watching the smutty scene of my dick sodomizing Nan and Pauline's tits jiggling around Nan's face and Pauline playing with herself down there and fingers sliding along Nan's slit, I felt the stirrings of an orgasms that I could no longer delay. "I'm going to cum," I yelled.

"Give it all to me, Louis. I want you to watch it leak out of my ass," Nan replied bluntly, temporarily lifting her head from Pauline's chest.

I quickened the pace of my thrusts. With a final hard shove and a loud grunt, the familiar waves of pleasure seared my mind, as streams of semen flooded into Nan. I closed my eyes. The release was equally pleasurable and I opened my mouth, uttering a loud groan, "UUUUUUH!" I continued to jackhammer Nan until I could no longer hear her whimpers. By then, my cock had softened inside her and I could see white cum oozing around it.

I pulled out and semen dribbled out from her anus and onto the sheets. Nan rolled onto her back next to Pauline, breathing heavily. "Thank you, Louis. You were great. Such stamina, I'm exhausted."

I rested prone on their bodies. "You are one perverted girl, Nan. I love it," I managed to say, also breathing heavily. We all lay still for minutes, recovering.

Finally, Nan asked me, "Louis, would you mind taking a shower and cleaning your precious cock? Just in case you want to use it again." She then winked at me, before turning to Pauline. "I also need to give poor Pauline a tip. She hasn't had as much fun as us, have you, dear? Don't worry, Louis, I will make sure you don't miss any of the good parts. Now, go!" She playfully motioned me away with her hand.

I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom door. Just before entering, I pivoted towards the girls and glimpsed them seated on the bed, passionately embracing and kissing. I stared for minutes watching the scene, before finally forcing myself into the bathroom. I lathered and rinsed off the mixture of cum, feces, lube, and sweat on my penis. I stroked my dick a few times and noted that it was still in its refractory phase. Then I dried off and re-entered the main room.

My dick did not stay flaccid. Nan's face was buried between Pauline's wide open thighs, a loud blend of sexual sounds drifting in the air. I marveled at these two gorgeous creatures in the midst of carnal play. Pauline, with her cute updo and innocently made-up face, her back arched and her huge mammaries jutting forward and her stocking-encased legs bent at the knees, laying still and supine, while moaning in ecstasy and gripping the sheets. And Nan bobbing her head in Pauline's crotch, abundant hair spread all around Pauline's pelvic region and thighs, displaying her tight round butt and long shapely legs in prone position and making deliberately loud and lewd slurping sounds for all to hear.

I caught myself masturbating unintentionally and stopped. I sat down on the sofa and soaked in the erotic scene. I poured myself some of the cognac into a glass and finished it. Pauline suddenly let out a piercing shriek, followed by a plaintive wail, "OOOOOOH!", that lasted over a couple minutes. When Pauline's sobbing died down, Nan popped her head up and winked at me.

Nan got off the bed and sat next to me on the couch. As we watched Pauline lay still, recovering from her orgasm, Nan mindlessly fondled the head of my stiffy, eliciting pre-cum from the meatus. I gawked at her, as she reflexively and repeatedly licked off my pre-cum from her fingers and returned back to drawing out more.

Finally, she turned to me and smiled wearily. She asked quietly, "Louis, would it be acceptable to you if you and I slept here tonight, instead of driving back to your place? I am really exhausted, had to get up really early this morning for work today and I want to be ready for our busy day tomorrow." She paused for about a bit, until Pauline began to stir. "I'll ask Pauline to leave us. Do you think you could add a $5000 tip for Pauline on your tab? I think she deserves it for her services tonight."

I nodded in agreement for both requests. Pauline sat up in the bed and looked over towards us, slightly dazed.

"Pauline, go home. I'll call you this week. Louis really enjoyed having you host us over the past couple hours."

Pauline smiled wanly, got off the bed slowly, and staggered over to her clothes. I observed her put the babydoll onto her torso and ball up her knickers in her left hand. She extended her right hand and when I grasped it, she leaned over to give me a quick peck on the cheek. "It was nice meeting you, Louis. Hope to see you again someday." Her voice was flat and slightly garbled. Then she turned to Nan and kissed her hard on the lips. She released after a few seconds. "Thank you, Nan. Talk to you later." Then she walked unsteadily out the room.

When the door closed, Nan winked at me and said with a touch of arrogance, "Look at Pauline, her brain is so foggy. Have you ever seen anybody eat pussy better than me?"

The fact is that I have not seen much lesbian cunnilingus before, so I honestly replied, "No. You are the best I have seen, Nan."

"Louis, why don't you get in bed? I'll be right back after cleaning up a little." Nan stood up and I had the gratification of watching her bubble butt and toned legs slink on her mules the short distance to the WC. I got into the bed, folded over the top sheet, and waited for a few minutes before Nan emerged. She must have decided to put on a small show for me because she went back and forth to the bar several times just to return the bottle of cognac and three glasses. Each time she faced my direction, she locked eyes with me and smiled, slowly walking by placing each fuck-me shoe in front of each other in order to maximize the sway in her full natural breasts and her wide hips. She was absolutely correct in determining that watching a beautiful nude woman parading around in high-heels was something that deeply turned me on.

After she finished tidying up, she joined me in bed, sexy heels still on. We both lay on our backs. "Did you enjoy your evening ... so far?" she asked brightly, pausing to emphasize the last phrase.

"Absolutely, Nan," I laughed, knowing that Nan knew how I would answer. Then I asked her the question that had puzzled me all night. "How do you all these people know you so well? The waiters at the restaurant, the hostesses in this karaoke club?"

There was dead silence for about a minute. Then Nan said plainly, devoid of emotion, "My family finances went bad during the the past recession. My father's small consulting firm started losing its accounts and my mother had to quit her job as a secretary because of an illness. So I had to help out, pay for my education and help with my younger brother's, too. This was shortly after my first year and sometime around my third year, about three or four years ago, I found work at this karaoke club. First, as a daytime weekend office manager and check-in hostess. Somewhere along the way, An, who owns this karaoke club, asked me if I were interested in making more money being a room hostess, like Pauline. So I took An's generous invitation and the money turned out to be five times better. If you noticed, Pauline teased you and you certainly touched her private parts, but you couldn't really say you had sex with her. Those are the rules here with patrons and it was the same for me.

"One of my regular patrons at the time wanted a bit more and convinced me to be his part-time escort, his occasional girlfriend for a fee, no real sex required, so it wasn't prostitution. From there, he must have told some friends about me and I started getting more requests. I also made it clear to some of the club patrons that I was open to a girlfriend experience relationship. Eventually, I had seven personal clients and I was busy every weekend and some weekdays. I stopped working at this club at some point, with An's understanding. 

"I stopped escorting, too, after I graduated from the university. I was offered a job I really wanted, I had saved enough money to help out my family for years and, in any case, my parents' situation is thankfully improving. I could still be earning at least five to ten times more than I am now, but I don't want to be a kept woman, which is how I always felt in those days."

"Sound as if those days are permanently in the past, Nan," I noted, turning to face her.

"That part of my life is over. But I still stay friendly with all the people I met along the way, even some of my former clients. Never know when you might need them again." She paused, then giggled, "You know, Louis, sex between consenting adults is legal and most of my dates ended in some orgasm on his or her part. One of the things I found out about myself during this period was how sexual I was, how much I enjoyed it, how much I could turn men ... and women ... on. I certainly wasn't prudish before all this, but nothing like I am now. The restaurant we went to tonight was one of the regular places I would dine with my clients. I brought them a lot of business in the past, so they are pretty tolerant of some of my crazy stunts. And Pauline, well, she and I met when I started working here and we have been close ever since."

Nan's story provided me a deeper understanding of her. She was clearly very adaptable to circumstances, altering her behavior in order to thrive as needs arose. And yet, when the situation changed to afford the opportunity to return back to her natural state, external temptations like money seemingly did not stop her from staying true to herself. I could see how she might be viewed as highly calculating and self-serving, perhaps a warning sign for me, should I decide to continue a relationship with her. Alternatively, she could be viewed as someone willing to sacrifice her basic principles to help people she cared about deeply.

Nan turned to face me, gazing through droopy lids into my eyes, and brushed my cheeks. She whispered, "Louis, I'm really sorry. I can't barely stay awake anymore. I know you want some more from me and you deserve it. You were so patient and accommodating to my requests. I'm going to sleep now, but I want you ... you to relieve any ... any tension you may have. You can fondle ... fondle my body as you like and ... and fuck my ... my pussy. Like I told you, I ... I am quite tight inside and, even if I can't be ... be fully ... fully engaged, you ... you will .. will still ... will still ..."

As her voice trailed off and she became unable to finish her thoughts, she closed her eyes, finally falling asleep. I stared at the luscious nude form next to me and debated whether I should accept her invitation. The internal debate didn't last long and I rolled her back to a supine position.

I slowly traced my finger along the curves of her tantalizing lips, neck and clavicles; then I kissed those areas softly multiple times. Then I gently caressed her high and proud breasts, also kissing them multiple times softly. I raised myself off the mattress and straddled besides her, staring at her peaceful, gorgeous face and her motionless, beautiful hourglass figure. Then I slowly pushed my erect penis into her, eliciting a short moan. She was not mistaken, as her vagina, even in her unconscious state, was among the tightest I have ever had the pleasure of entering. Then I languidly went in-and-out, savoring the smooth warm hug of her walls against my cock, all while Nan remained quiet and motionless. Although initially thrilling, I began to get tired and slightly bored after about ten minutes of thrusting without counter-movements by my partner, so I picked up the pace. Nan whimpered slightly with each rapid pump, eyes still closed and body generally stationary, apparently in some twilight state.

I let myself go and climaxed silently. I pumped a few more times before pulling out. A trickle of my cum drooled out from her. Then I pulled the top sheet over us, arranged us into a spooning position, and fell asleep with her wrapped tenderly around my arms.