Kita – Chapter 69 – The Letter

I was at the store the other day and one of my employees told me some girl came in and dropped off an envelope. My assistant hands me a sealed white envelope with my name written on it.

“Really? What did she look like?”

“Little Asian chick. Tan with blonde hair.”

“Probably another one of Charles’ little girlfriends.” Piped the owner.

“Yea, or maybe it’sa paternity suit!” quiped May my assistant.

I thanked them for their candor and put the envelope in my coat downstairs.

 

When I got home that night I poured myself a drink and opened the envelope. The letter read as follows:

 

The thought of you soft in my mouth — I bet I could get balls and all in there at first. I’d be able to run my tongue around them to wake you up.

You’ve complimented me in the past that I have a sexy mouth and that gives me an overwhelming urge to show you just how sexy it can be, if you let me.

I want to suck on you for hours, just massaging your cock with my tongue, hands and mouth.

I just want to pleasure you however you want. Your own personal and willing cock sucking slave.

I want you to tie me up and make me beg.

Then you give me what I want and take it away so I want more, and you just tease me, always slightly out of my reach.

Would you tie me up and command me to only do as you say? Or would you tether me to something so that you can watch me struggle?

I want pre-cum as a reward when I’m good.

I want you to paint it down my tits where I can’t reach it.

I want you to use my “need” to suck your cock against me. To make me agonize over the fact you get to touch it and I don’t.

I want you to be merciful and let me touch just the very tip of my tongue to the head of your cock before you take it back away from me.

I want to have you tease me so much that when you let me have it I greedily suck it hard, trying to milk your hot cum out of you — and not gently.

Occasionally I want you to let me get what I want — you give me either your head or whole cock to play with and then you tell me precisely what you want me to do.

I want to suck you so hard that you half can’t stop me because of the vacuum, half because you physically can’t stop yourself.

I want this to go for hours.

I want to be completely at your mercy — sometimes you might let me suck your amazing cock, other times you might let me suck your fingers, and other times you might let me kiss you.

I want your instructions to vary — from gentle licks, to soft or hard sucking or even to throat fucking. I want you to control everything I do.

And then when you’re ready, I want you to decide where to cum.

Will you cum in my mouth? Will you push my head down further on you and cum down my throat?

Will you cum on my tits and have it drip all the way down my stomach and run over my pussy?

Would you then play with it on me and draw with it with your finger, then make me lick it off you?

I’d be happy for any of those, but I like the last option best — it keeps in the mood of teasing me.

I can only begin to imagine where you’d want to go from there.

Love,

Kita xoxo

 

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Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 8

Often I worked nine or ten hours. It wasn’t like I normally had loads of things waiting for me after work. Today was different. I left there immediately and had to control myself to keep from speeding on the way home. I’d given Tracy my spare key so she could let herself in and out as necessary. I came in the apartment, looked around and saw no sign of Tracy.

I went in the bedroom to change and found Tracy naked on the bed with her legs spread wide and that shaved pussy inviting me in. I almost tore a button off my shirt taking it off, quickly getting naked and climbing into bed alongside her. She pulled my head to her and we began to kiss. She grabbed my dick and seemed to be trying to get that inside her.

“We have plenty of time. There’s no hurry, and we need to use a condom when we do that.”

We resumed kissing and I brought my hand up and began to fondle one of her boobs. I’d been aching to do that and I reveled in it now. They were warm and soft, though her nipples could almost have cut glass. I stroked it from the outside, working my way slowly to the nipple. As I ran my thumb across the nipple, Tracy gasped and pulled my head closer.

As I worked her breast over, Tracy pulled her head back and moaned. I took advantage of that to slide down her body and begin to kiss the breast I’d been playing with as I began to stroke the other one. I kissed the nipple, sucking it into my mouth and pulling away on it until it popped from my lips. She gasped and moaned, so I did that a few more times before licking, sucking and kissing my way around that one.

Tracy ran her hands through my hair as I enjoyed the sweetness of her titties, then I shifted to kiss the other one as I moved my hand down to her little pussy. I ran my index finger down the middle of her slit. She was wet and her labia were starting to spread slightly. I then took three fingers, one down each side and one up the middle. Tracy moaned and began to pump her hips.

I took my middle finger and parted her lips getting just inside her sweetness. I had it maybe a quarter inch in, just stroking up and down until I felt her clit start to peek out from its hiding place. I gently stroked her clit while putting my finger further in her. I fingered her as best I could while sucking on her breast.

As I stroked them, her labia seemed to get slightly puffy and spread a bit. I could hear Tracy moan and buck as I enjoyed stimulating her boob and pussy. She began to gasp and moan and I felt muscles rippling around the pussy and up into the abdomen. She grabbed my head and she was fucking my finger every bit as much as my finger fucked her.

She began to relax, and I kissed her before sliding down to kiss her pussy. I kissed and licked, paying special attention to her clit. She soon had wrapped her legs around my neck and was moving her hips, fucking my tongue as I licked her. She pulled me tight as she came for a second time. My mouth was covered in her juices as I kissed my way back up her body.

“I never imagined it could be like this.”

“I wanted your first time to be special.”

“I knew it could feel good, but not like that.”

As we kissed, she had to taste her own juices on my lips. That didn’t seem to bother her. After we kissed for a bit, she reached down and grabbed my cock.

“Would you like me to do the same for you?”

“I don’t need that. I’ve been happy with what we’re doing.”

“Do you think it’s time to…?”

“Is that what you really want, Tracy?”

“You’ve taken me in, you’ve bought me things, you’ve made me feel good. I want to do nice things for you too.”

“It should be about more than being grateful to me.”

“It is more than that. I just – ”

“If that’s what you want, I will, but we need to use a condom.”

“I understand. No babies. Not yet.”

I stopped and reached over into the side table by the bed, opened a drawer, and found the condoms I’d bought. My cock was rock hard as I opened the package. I lay on my side with my dick sticking out as Tracy watched. I put the thing on, then rolled onto my back and pulled Tracy on top of me. She squealed as I did, then smiled and kissed me.

“I want you to drive the train this time. If this is what you want, then guide it in. If you’ve changed your mind, just kiss me and roll off.”

“That won’t happen.”

She reached down and grabbed my cock and put it at the entrance of her ecstasy. She eased it in just a little, with just the head in her. She looked at me with an expression of wonder, leaned forward and kissed me then thrust her hips, burying my dick deep inside her. She whimpered just a little and closed her eyes, then opened them, smiled and kissed me again.

“It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would.”

“Take it slowly, as it feels comfortable. We don’t need to hurry.”

I reached up and began to caress her sweet little breasts, paying close attention to the nipples. After an initial quick squeal, she kissed me and seemed to revel in it. As I played with breasts with one hand, I brought my other hand around and began to massage her ass. Tracy began to slowly move her hips back and forth. She moaned and squirmed as she did.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only a little, but it’s a good hurt.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Don’t you dare think about stopping this.”

As she got comfortable, Tracy began to pick up speed. The condom reduced my sensitivity just a little, but it still felt absolutely wonderful having my dick in her tight little pussy. I still wasn’t sure we should be doing this, but we were long past second thoughts. I surrendered myself to the feeling of my prick in her tight pussy, as my hands explored her ass and breasts.

I was glad in a way for the condom. Not only did I not want to get her pregnant, but I was so horny that I might have cum almost immediately. Instead I felt the kind of ecstasy that I hadn’t known for years. Bad girl or good girl didn’t matter. Tracy was in my bed, riding my cock and we both seemed to be lost in our pleasure.

Tracy covered my lips with kisses until she got too much into the fucking to pay that much attention. I moved from her lips to her ear lobe, kissing and nibbling on it. Tracy moaned and picked up the pace, driving my cock faster and deeper into her pussy. I kissed my way down her neck with her moaning and writhing until I got too caught up in the fucking myself.

I felt a heat rising through Tracy’s body, then her pussy tightened up around my dick even more, and she was pretty tight to begin with. I felt her stomach muscles contract as Tracy lost herself to her pussy and my cock, frantically driving me deeply into her. I could feel my own orgasm building as she seemed to lose herself to the feelings.

I felt myself start to cum and pulled her ass tightly to me as I came with my dick buried deep in her sweet tunnel. I came so hard, I almost blacked out from it, and Tracy seemed similarly lost in her pleasure. Gradually, the room came back into focus and I looked up into Tracy’s eyes. She smiled and we began kissing with my slowly shrinking cock still buried in her.

We kissed and touched each other as my prick slowly eased its way out of her. I had to be careful to make sure the condom came out of her along with my cock. I didn’t want to lose the condom in her and undo the effect of using it. We rolled on our sides and continued to kiss and caress until we both paused to catch our breath.

My stomach rumbled and I realized that I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and it seemed Tracy hadn’t either. Reluctantly, we disentangled and made our way to the kitchen, still quite naked and stopping to kiss and touch each other often along the way. I don’t know how we managed to make dinner without burning ourselves or the food, but we did.

We sat at the table, with Tracy on my lap as we ate. My cock had recovered and pressed against her cute bottom. I held her on me with one hand and ate with the other, though our eating was regularly interrupted my stopping to kiss and fondle each other. I was on the verge of cumming all through dinner as my dick sawed across her ass.

“Charles, you said you wanted to make it special, and it was.”

“I wanted it to be good for you – at least as good as I could make it.”

“I don’t know how anyone could make it better.”

“I know there are other men with more experience and better techniques than me.”

“It isn’t just what you did – it’s that I could tell you cared about me, not just using my body.”

“But I did use your body.”

“And I used yours and want to use it again, maybe lots of agains.”

“I’m an old man. I can’t get it up like a twenty year old.”

“We’ll work with what we have, and you might even surprise yourself.”

 

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An Interesting Asian Girl With A Twist 5

Exhausted, I collapsed on the mattress, semi-comatose, and was awakened in the morning by the sound of the shower head running in the bathroom, the peek of sunlight coming through the drapes and the sensation of Sunny straddling my mouth in a sixty-nine position.

When Leslie exited from her shower, I fucked her in front of the bathroom mirror as she still had her towel on, lowering it to massage her globes and raising it to ease my cock into her newly cleaned cunt, and when Sunny emerged she and Leslie sucked me in a show of multi-cultural oral détente, extracting my third load, and one of the drops dripped majestically from Sunny’s distended nipples as Leslie sucked it and made it disappear into her stomach.

I showered alone, mercifully, my cock now resembling a flag in memoriam, at half-mast, yet when I returned back into the suite, both Leslie and Sunny had dressed in tight, fashionable miniskirts for their flight back to San Francisco, and insisted that I accompany them for their taxicab drive to the airport.

Our trio made quite a sight as we strutted through the lobby and the concierge enviously hailed a cab for us, and we piled into the back seat, again with me as the filler piece of the colorful sandwich.

I directed the Middle-Eastern driver to eschew the more expedient route of Interstate 95, using the excuse that the Girard Point Bridge was perpetually under construction, and suggested that he head south on Broad Street through the narrow and congested sections of South Philadelphia.

Since he seemed to have an inclination as to what might evolve within the crowded quarters of his back seat, he adjusted his rear view mirror and happily complied without inquiry.

I reached and pulled up the hems of both of my lovers’ skirts to find that Sunny had gone without panties and Leslie had on a lacy, red silk thong. I three-fingered Sunny’s still-steaming twat immediately and pulled Leslie’s thong deep and tight into her snatch, fucking her with the soft fabric and issued a succinct directive to my back-seat companions. “Suck my cock.”

Sunny was the first to cum from my dual digital fucking, exploding Asian ambrosia-flavored cunt nectars onto my palm while simultaneously spitting more saliva onto my rigid dick while Leslie lovingly licked the tip.

As we reached the corner of Pattison Avenue, in front of the Sports Complex, I lifted Sunny up, her tiny head unwittingly scraping the roof of the cab, and I plopped her tiny, taut body directly onto my dick and her hair swung wildly as I forcefully filled her with every thick inch, banging into her already battered cervix with each thrust until she came in a wail of Korean obscenities.

Having provided Sunny with a more-than-memorable goodbye present, I pushed her aside onto the corner of the seat and leaned over and with one rough pull, I ripped Leslie’s thong with one powerful yank, tossed the shredded remains to the driver, pushed Leslie back onto the seat, raised her high-heeled legs, wrapped them in an ‘X’ over my shoulders, and stuffed my cock, still dripping with Sunny’s latest blast of cum, deep into her ebony tunnel until we both exploded in orgasmic ecstasy just as we entered the “Departure” lane of the United Airlines terminal at Philadelphia International Airport.

The girls staggered out of the back seat of the cab onto the terminal’s sidewalk, cum still running from under their skirts and down their thighs, naturally attracting the attention of bagmen, porters, cops, travelers, pigeons, air traffic controllers, hell, anyone within a time zone of this Sexual Ground Zero that we had just created.

I gave them a wave and blew them a kiss as I instructed the delighted cabbie to return me to Center City, this time via the conventional route of the Interstate, pulling my sated yet weary cock back into the safe confines of my zipper, taking notice that he was doing the same.

My cell phone vibrated and I looked at the display screen that indicated Pat was on the line. Exasperated, he didn’t even bother with questions, launching into a frustrated rant.

“I was all ready to fuck that hot black chick last night when she blew me off, telling me she had to go and rescue her friend from you, that she got some kind of signal from her that she needed her help. I thought we both were home free. What the fuck do you think happened?”

Well, I think the black chick helped out just fine, Patty, me boy.

I write and submit this story because I just got a surprise e-mail from Sunny, announcing that she has sufficient ‘motive and opportunity’ to make a return visit to Philadelphia sometime soon when her philandering husband is off on one of his own frequent trips for ‘seminars’.

She wanted to know if perhaps I could procure a couple for some fun and games during her visit.

Hmmmmm. Perhaps readers in the Mid-Atlantic region will know of someone, eh?

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Before long, she realized that she was finally getting every inch of my cock inside of her. “Oh fuck,” she announced, “I’m taking it all.”

“Oh God, don’t I know it,” I said, looking up at her perfect tits as they bounced tightly on her chest with each change of direction. I cupped her tiny ass with both hands and started to move her up and down on my shaft faster.

“Tell me again,” I said.

“I’m taking all of your beautiful dick, Charles. Every inch of your thick cock. It’s all inside of me. Oh God it’s all inside of me. I love it, Charles. I love your huge cock. It’s going to make me cum, Charles! You’re going to make me cum,” she squealed to me, just seconds before a powerful orgasm racked her body.

All she could do was scream at that point, as my arms took control of her body and shifted her up and down the full length of my throbbing dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she kept repeating.

“I feel your hard cock reaming my little Asian cunt,” Sunny panted to me.

“Oh God!”

She lifted her torso off of my pelvis and a thick stream of milky cunt cum cascaded down onto my belly and she rolled over on her side and grabbed my shaft forcefully, pointed it at her cock-hungry mouth and yelled, “Cum on my face, coat me, do it, cum on me,” and I unleashed stream after stream of sticky sperm all over her cover-model-worthy, angelic face and watched her gobble it up like a tiny bird savoring a meal.

Just as Leslie’s sultry voice surprised me from the doorway. I’d never heard her enter, but her hand was pushed down her skirt, fingering herself. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, can I have some, too, please, Sunny?”

“Can we share?”

I was to find out later that the ‘secret signal’ of the finger across the bridge of the nose was, in actuality, a private invitation tendered by Sunny to Leslie to join us at her earliest convenience.

They had orchestrated a double-team, much to my surprise, but certainly not to my consternation, once Sunny had verified in the pub that my measurements would be sufficient to satisfy their mutual needs before departing Philly for their flight back to the West Coast in the morning. I would provide the cock for their respective ‘designated driving’ carnal activities tonight and into the early hours of the morning. I was to be their steering wheel.

But in the mean time, Sunny gestured with a wave for Leslie to approach her as my cum still dripped from between Sunny’s lips, and Leslie dipped her head under Sunny’s face, hovering just inches above my still twitching cock. Sunny deposited a load of my semen into Leslie’s dark, waiting mouth, as the two shared a deep kiss, licking and smacking their lips, swirling my seed around their tongues and down their throats.

Leslie stood up and began to peel the velour blouse over her head, revealing a set of sepia-hued tits encased in a beige push-up bra. “You’re right, Sunny, his cock is sensational.”

She unsnapped her jeans and stepped out of them to show a matching thong over her flat stomach and puffy mound. The contrast of the Sunny’s petite Asian body and Leslie’s lithe, bronze skin and full breasts was more than enough tactile motivation to keep my dick titanium-hard, despite just having cum like a tsunami.

Leslie’s next words were filthier than any I could have dreamed up. “And you taste incredible, as usual, Sunny. God, I love to taste your cunt juices.”

The Korean vixen and the brown beauty literally dragged me by my cock to the shower for round two of the evening’s events, and as the warm water flowed onto our three bodies in the comfortable stall, they took turns caressing and stroking my dick in a soapy massage, commenting lewdly regarding my below-the-waist charms as if I wasn’t even there.

I was their living, breathing sex toy for the night and into the following morning, a role that I could have never imagined even in my wildest fantasies, a piece of white meat sandwiched between a piece of melba toast and a fortune cookie.

During our prolonged shower, I alternated between pinching Sunny’s plump, extended nipples with one hand while fingering Leslie’s tawny, burnished pussy with the other while sucking on Leslie’s huge areolas and Sunny’s talented tongue. All the while, my ethnically diverse lovers pulled my ever-growing cock up towards my navel as they gasped in awe-struck admiration, and they knelt and cupped and shared my heavy balls into their warm mouths.

For the next several hours, three bodies of different colors with different holes and orifices to fill with assorted shafts and tongues and digits writhed on the mattress engaging in pleasures heretofore unthinkable and certainly unexplored, at least in my life. (Since my days in a band in L.A.)

My cock, in approximate order, was in: Leslie’s mouth, Sunny’s cunt, Leslie’s mouth again, Sunny’s hands, Leslie’s honey-brown cunt, Sunny’s impossibly tight anus (lubricated copiously by Leslie’s tender and patient analingus performed on Sunny’s ass hole), Leslie’s mouth for a third time, then Sunny’s mouth, Leslie’s pussy once more, and Sunny licked my cock urgently until she succeeded in releasing a massive burst of my seed onto Leslie’s caramel-flavored tits.

We all collapsed on the bed together.

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I smiled as she leaned back and placed her ass against the front door before I skillfully used my teeth to pull at each side of her thong and slowly brought her panties down over her hips. I drank in her intoxicating feminine scent, breathing it in deeply as I removed her underwear orally. I then positioned my head between her taut thighs and started to lap my tongue out over her wet clit, loving the way she tasted, and raised her one leg over my shoulder, and she curled it around my neck and groaned.

Greedily, I ate her out, licking all over her clit and sucking on it before using my stiff tongue to fuck in and out of her searing tight hole. She moaned loudly before releasing an orgasm rippling all throughout her tiny body. I noisily slurped up all her cum fluids, still pistoning my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to convulse while grinding frantically on my face.

She led me to the bed and pushed me down, unsnapping her bra clasps finally, providing me with my first unfettered full frontal view of those spectacular nipples, perched on impeccably firm tits.

She moved her small hand to my shaft, pulling my cock out of my pants from the fly, and the look of combined lust and arousal was one that I’d seen from women many times upon first glimpse of my pole, but on Sunny’s gorgeous face, it was even more priceless. “Oh my God,” she muttered. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Just to see, she reached and held the thing with both hands, one right on top of the other. To her shock, both fit and she still had room to stroke me. “Fuck,” she said, “I’ve only seen dicks this big in porn.” (I’m sure she’s lying, but I’m really flattered)

Looking up at me with long lashes, she smiled and those dimples reappeared, and as she began slowly sucking my cock into her mouth the dimples increased and I groaned at the lovely Asian married woman on her knees. Her eyes never left mine and she sucked harder and deeper. I eventually had to close my eyes to refrain from coming in her sucking, tight, hot mouth, and then I heard her lilting voice, muffled by my shaft beginning to bury in her throat.

“Holy shit, your cock is thick,” Sunny mumbled happily, pulling her head up to look at me. “I’ve never had anything this large in my mouth. It feels good. It feels real good.”

(Wow.)

She continued her oral homage and slid back and forth on my cock, lowering her mouth herself down and down on it until she could feel the ridge of my glans. After consuming almost the whole entire length of my tool, she came up for air, and gasping, she repeated her comment on my size, as if still trying to tell herself it was really happening, “Shit! Your cock is huge. It feels like it’s a foot long.” (Stop it. It’s half that!)

I smiled and proudly said, “Just over six inches when I’m really hard, but the way you’ve got me going it might be a foot.”

She wriggled my pants off of my ankles and stared in amazement at my now fully unencumbered cock. “I have to have this thing in me, I hope it can fit.” She straddled my hips and grabbed my cock, placing it under her cunt as she slid onto me tentatively, realizing that she would have to be careful not to be ripped apart now that she was getting what she wished for.

Sunny thrust her sensational body up and down, letting just about three or four inches in, stopping when she needed to adjust her stretched cunt muscles, and then back down a bit until she again felt full. She felt a need to deliver a play-by-play analysis of the penetration.

“My husband’s tiny penis never makes me feel this hot, unghhh. It’s never filled me like this. Fuck. Hell, there are times when I wondered if he was even in me.”

This particular cock, however, which belonged to me, left no room for doubt. I was inside of her deeper than any man had ever been and she knew it. She could feel every single inch of my thick long cock sliding in and out of her dripping snatch, and she loved it.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I said.

“Your so Goddamned big,” she responded.

“I want to be deeper inside of you, Sunny.” I thrust my hips upward raising off the bed and her body had no choice but to rise with me as she was fully impaled by dick.

“I’ll try, but I’m not sure how much more I can handle,” she whimpered, but valiantly pushing harder onto my rock hard prick. More slid in as she moaned loudly with me.

“It’s fucking huge,” she again announced to me, as if I wasn’t aware of it already.

“I want it all inside of you, Sunny, fuck me.”

She swallowed hard and pushed down harder, sliding more of me inside of her with a determined grunt. I wasn’t quite all the way in yet, but she couldn’t take any more. I could feel my cock head bumping up against her cervix. “You’re too big, I….oh, fuck, I can’t take any more,” she stammered, her voice wracked by a mixture of anxiety, sweet discomfort, and pleasure beyond any she’d experienced.

I was not to be deterred. I knew she could take it as much as she knew she wanted to. “Do you like me deep inside of you, Sunny?” I asked.

“I love it.”

“Do I fill you up?”

“Yes.”

“Do I fill you more than any other guy has, Sunny?”

“Yes.”

“More than your husband ever will?”

“Oh, fuck, yes. Not even close. That needle-dick.” She giggled that delightful giggle once more, causing my cock to further stiffen. That laugh was as much as an aphrodisiac as that tight Asian twat. It was time for the grand finale, and my voice rose in decibels as I began to bark orders at her.

“Fuck my big cock, Sunny, with that fantastic cunt. Fuck me hard.”

“Yes,” she moaned lustily, lifting herself up to the crown and then back down as far she could go. My demand to be fucked made her fireplace hot. She couldn’t believe how horny she was.

Neither could I.

Sunny rode and gyrated on me wildly, riding up and down and up and down. In synchronized carnal teamwork, we groaned with pleasure with each thrust.

“Faster, you horny Asian slut!” I demanded and she responded, moving up and down my long, thick cock with passion. She could feel every inch of me now pushing inside of her and it felt indescribably good for me, and her groans indicated likewise. She loved my cock. It felt like nothing she’d ever experienced.

She was a slave to it now.

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She continued her diatribe in an almost clinical tone as we approached the entrance to the hotel.

“You’re going to be my fantasy tonight, so you should know what I like. I expect a man to take charge in the bedroom, make me his woman. I want to be hit hard from the rear, rough hands spreading my cunt and shoving fingers inside. I like my tits mauled. I like my face fucked. I enjoy taking every inch of a man’s dick down my throat.”

Okay, I thought, so much for the demure Asian woman stereotype. We were in the lobby now, waiting for the elevator, and she elaborated as we climbed into the cab. She was rubbing my cock vigorously as she pressed the button for the nineteenth floor. “I love to be boned up the ass, hard. I need a man who is not afraid that I’ll break and will force my knees tightly against my tits and force his big, stiff cock into my tender dirty hole. You can cum on my face. I like it really rough. I need it, I crave it and I deserve it.”

When we entered her room, she pushed me back against the door, licked her full, cranberry lips and slowly began to undress as she spoke in a low sultry voice. “Oh, and in case you hadn’t guessed, Charles, when I have sex I love to talk dirty and be talked dirty to, I’ll assume that is okay with you?”

Admittedly a bit intimidated now, hoping that my performance would be up to par enough to satisfy this insatiably demanding Korean vixen, I nodded my consent. I mean, really, what kind of gentleman would I be not to acquiesce to a ladies’ polite request?

She grabbed the bottom of the turtleneck shirt and slowly raised it up. When it reached her tits it hung up and she pulled harder and her pert tits jumped out of the blouse, encased in an ivory half-cup lacy bra. She pulled it off over her head, undoing the clasp on her hair clip as she did so, and her gorgeous mane of black silky hair was disheveled as the turtleneck pulled away. She ran her small slim fingers through her hair and shook her head at my crotch.

“Touch yourself,” was her simple command.

Licking her wet lips she slowly unzipped her skin tight black pants and a patch of dark hair appeared just above her pussy. Wiggling her ass she turned her back to me and bent over and slowly lowered the pants. Her ass was magnificent, better than I even imagined. Still bent over, her hands bracing on the hotel door, she turned her head to look at me as I stroked my cock through my own pants.

“Mmmmmmmmm, that’s it Charles, stroke that big cock of yours, just imagine sticking that monster of yours between these tight cheeks and fucking my wet holes. I can’t wait to see it. Ahhhhhhh, yes Charles, I want it in both holes but I want you to cum in my pussy, I need to feel a new man’s cum shoot once again in me. Ohhhhh, Charles, fuck, it’s been so long since I felt hot cum dripping out of my tight holes.”

She stroked her pussy from the front and when she pulled out, her fingers were already covered with a thick white sticky froth. She was dripping wet and ready to be fucked. I wanted to do it bad, but first I wanted to taste that creamy delicious nectar from her hole. There is just something so uniquely delectable about an Asian woman’s pussy, the brown folds seem to emit an exotic, tangy juice that must be indigenous to the Far East. And then I heard her sweet, soft little-girl voice again, with that remaining hint of an Eastern accent.

“I want a man who knows what he wants. A man with experience to burn. A man who loves pussy. My pussy. Who knows what to do with it.”

Sunny giggled as my eyes went wider, listening to her incredibly arousing words. She stood there in that sheer bra, but to top it off she was also wearing a black lacy garter belt and sheer black stockings. Her tiny feet were in a pair of black patent leather hi-heeled shoes. She turned slowly for my approval and I extended my hand out for hers and taking it I drew her slowly toward me. Her large nipples, the size of which reminded me of the string-winders on my guitar for some reason, showed invitingly under that see-through material and her thick dark bush peeked out from under the matching, nearly transparent thong she had on.

Bending over further she slipped the pants from her legs and put the high heels back on. She slowly stood up and turned towards me, her pussy lips, although tight lipped, shined with her juices that were slowly seeping out. Tossing her beautiful mane of hair, which stretched down her back nearly to the curve of her backbone to just above that luscious ass, she looked me in the eye and slowly caressed her hip and moved back to her ass as the other hand slid down to the patch of hair above her pussy and tugged at the black wiry hair above her mound. Moaning, she slid her finger into her hole and slowly withdrew it. It was covered in her juices.

“Mmmmmm, want a taste?”

Sunny smiled, continuing to rub her clit through her thong. I went to grab at her thong, but Sunny shook her head.

“I want you to take them off using just your teeth,” she said seductively.

 

Interesting Asian Girl With A Twist – 1

I walked into the Irish Pub on Walnut Street in Center City Philly and scanned the crowded Thursday night throng for my good buddy Pat O’Brien, aptly named for the location.

Pat, or Obie, would only introduce himself to women as Patrick, attempting, I suppose, to make himself sound more sophisticated.

Not surprisingly, I found him in the corner putting the moves on a tall, light-skinned black woman who seemed only lukewarm to Pat’s, excuse me, Patrick’s advances. More men should take their cues from a woman’s body language when they are hitting on her, it would save a lot of time for all parties involved.

I ordered a pint (why do pseudo-Irish pubs located an ocean away from Dublin insist on offering only ‘pints’ of draft beers?) and leaned on the bar to watch the festivities from a distance. No matter what you called him, Obie had a thing for black women, it was his long-running fantasy to finally fuck one. I had witnessed him go down in flames on numerous occasions, and it was usually entertaining to observe, so I chose to forsake my role as a good wingman and settled back to observe the frivolity, content on discreet voyeurism for now.

I was only vaguely aware of a body sidling in next to mine at the bar until my nose detected a sensationally arousing scent wafting through the heavy, smoky air of the low ceiling of the bar. Sight unseen, I detected that this heavenly fragrance must belong to something equally intoxicating, as my olfactory system was sending immediate and unmistakably urgent messages directly to my crotch.

I turned slowly as I felt a soft grazing on my exposed forearm, and saw three things: one of the most beautiful, exotic Asian faces, and, glancing lower, two of the most pronounced, largest nipples I had ever seen poking through the fabric of a white, ribbed, sleeveless turtleneck. The image of two of the thimble pieces from a Monopoly game floated into my brain as a comparison, they were of a similar size and appeared to be equally hard.

She stroked the stem of a martini glass with her index finger and thumb, and re-directed my gaze from her rigid pebbles back to her angelic face. Her smile was worthy of a toothpaste commercial and she cocked her head to the right, towards where Pat had now nuzzled ever closer to his lovely ebony target in the rear of the tavern, who stifled a yawn.

“That’s my roommate you keep checking out back there, do you like her? I can set you up, she’s trying to get rid of that guy she’s with, she’s giving me the secret signal, she’s pulling on her earlobe.”

I hesitated for a moment to absorb the entire package of adorable sensuality in front of me. About 5’2″, maybe 105 lbs, raven black hair tied up in a tight bun, huge dark eyes that were the color of her hair and a pert body that reflected daily trips to the gym. She wore tight black linen pants and although I couldn’t yet see her ass, I had no doubt that it was high, taut, and a perfect little bubble-ass, the kind that is not typical of petite Asian women.

Her top was molded directly to what I estimated were 32B breasts and was stretched taut against those amazing nipples that literally begged to be sucked. Her skin was naturally a light brown and the summer sun had put the final touches on her body, emitting a healthy, bronzed glow. Her lips were full and the approximate color of cranberries, and yes, I was captivated.

I took a sip of my lager (yep, they insisted on calling it a lager, too), and felt the immediate need to clarify, lest she come to the mistaken conclusion that my interests were elsewhere.

“Actually, that’s MY friend hitting on your roommate, and I’m taking great pleasure watching him prepare to strike out.” She giggled, joining in the fun, which resulted in a feeling of instant camaraderie, co-conspirators taking morbid, prurient pleasure in a silly spy game.

I decided to roll the dice early and show my hand, taking my own cues from her own body language that she would be receptive to my flirtatiousness. Nipples that size tell no lies.

“Besides,” I continued coyly, “I have an attraction to your roommate’s roommate.”

She frowned for an instant, doing the math, then her Colgate smile brightened in recognition of my compliment, and if possible, her nipples may just have stiffened a bit more. As I watched her nubs delightfully blossom, I was reminded of that line from ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’.

“The Grinch’s heart, they say, grew three sizes that day”. Substitute ‘heart’ with ‘nipples’, and, well, do you have a visual? (I know. I used to be so evil)

She removed her fingers from masturbating the martini glass and extended her tiny hand to me. “My name’s Sunny.” She giggled that cute, little schoolgirl giggle again, and this time my auditory senses joined their olfactory buddies, and in tandem they were shouting to my libido. The dopamine was dropping in my brain like crazy.

She went on, even the dimples on her high cheekbones were irresistibly sexy as she explained, waving her hands, “Actually, my proper Korean name is Kwang-Sun, but it loosely translates into ‘Sunny’, so that’s what everyone calls me.”

(Hey, as the show says, it’s always Sunny in Philadelphia)

We small-talked for a few minutes, and as we did, our bodies crept closer to each other’s below the bar, so that our hips were connected shortly into our conversation, and it was not by mutual accident. I wanted Sunny to feel my heat, as it’s been said by more than one woman that it’s a solid feature and is indeed located below my waist, and I’ve learned to play to one of my secondary strengths, so to speak. It wasn’t the first time that a woman was seduced primarily by my words and body language.

Sunny caught on rather quickly, grinding her pelvis into mine repeatedly, trying to gauge texture, thickness, girth, all of the important penile milestones, and it was evident that she was curious and eager to further explore. (Crazy, right? So fast!)

In the course of the conversation, I discovered that she and her roommate, Leslie, were just visitors from San Jose for the week, in town for a nursing seminar at nearby Jefferson hospital, and they would be flying out mid-morning and had decided for a night out after an arduous four days of copious classroom work. They shared a room at the Hyatt on Broad Street, a short walk away.

By the time we had finished our second drink, my hand lightly caressed Sunny’s luscious little butt through her pants and the back of her small palm brushed over my crotch, once, twice, three times now, each time her touch lingering just a bit longer, gauging the length and circumference and clearly impressed by her initial hypothesis.

“Mmmmm, I’m a little horny, don’t tempt me,” she purred.

I gently grabbed her wrist and twisted it so that it was now the front of her palm exploring my crotch.

“Consider yourself tempted.”

“By the way, Sunny, that ear lobe signal….?” She looked at me quizzically, urging me to continue with raised eyebrows. “Do you two have a secret signal for when you’re interested in a guy?”

Sunny attracted Leslie’s attention on the far side of the tavern and made a dramatic swipe of her index finger against the bridge of her nose. “We saw Paul Newman and Robert Redford do that in the movie, ‘The Sting’, and we decided it would be our little signal to the other,” she said, staring deeply into my eyes now, pushing herself into me beneath the bar.

“Oh, yeah, well, just what does that little signal mean?”

She raised up on her tip-toes to reach my face, and she nibbled on my ear, biting it gently. “It means I’m leaving, I want to be with this guy.”

She stood still, watching my reaction, but her answer was in her hands now, my groin twitching and pulsing in her palm. “I’m married,” she whispered. “Does that present a problem to you?”

I shook my head no. “Not unless he’s in your room.”

Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 7

The next morning, I got up and got ready for work, while she slept in. I was glad for that, having spent the last three nights sleeping beside her in bed I was so horny I was about ready to burst. I jerked off in the shower, thinking about Tracy the whole time. I mean, I tried thinking about other women, but my mind kept coming back to her.

I didn’t realize I even had that much cum in me, as it felt like a gallon of it spurted out of me. I washed myself and as I was finishing my shower, the bathroom door opened and Tracy came in. As I stood there gaping, she took off her tee and was completely naked. Okay, I’d gotten some flashes of things, but had never seen her completely bare.

“I need to shower too. Do you mind if I join you?”

“I was just finishing. I can let you have the shower to yourself.”

“Or you could help me wash.”

She got wet under the water and handed me the soap. She lifted her arms and gestured toward her body.

“Where would you like to start?”

“Where do you want me to start?”

“With a kiss, then maybe wash my chest.”

I kissed her and she grabbed my head, holding me tight as she pressed her body against me while we kissed. I might have cum just five minutes before, but my cock recovered and was pressing into her body about halfway between her pussy and her belly button. As we kissed, she got up on her toes and pressed down on my prick, causing it to slide across her pussy lips on the outside.

As we continued to kiss, she grabbed my dick and seemed to be trying to guide it into her pussy. I don’t think I’d ever desired a woman the way I desired Tracy in that instant, but I pulled back.

“We don’t have a condom, and your birth control might not be effective yet.”

“We could always take a chance.”

“Let’s wait. Tonight we’ll do this right.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. When you lose your virginity, I want it to be something special – not just a quick fuck in the shower.”

“I wish we didn’t have to wait.”

“I’ll try to make it all that much better.”

I quickly got out of the shower, dried off, dressed, and went to work. I could hear Tracy moaning in the shower as I left. I so wanted to be responsible for those moans, but I knew I needed to get to work. I also knew I wanted something more than just a quick fuck. As it was, I just didn’t have the time to do it right.

I spent my day working, though I thought a lot about Tracy and her body and what I wanted to do to it. About noon, I got a text from her which was a naked selfie. She had a message of ‘This is waiting for you’. She also sent a closeup of her lips, a picture of her breasts, and a closeup of her pussy. She sent another text, asking if I wanted her to shave her pussy.

I sent her back something saying I wanted her whatever way she wanted me to have her. I also asked how her exam had gone. She said the exam had gone well, then shortly after sent another picture of a shaved pussy. ‘This is urs 4 as long as U want it.’ It’s amazing that I was able to get any work done at all that day. I did though and left just as soon as I’d put in my hours.

 

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Kita – Chapter 68 – Special Date – Part 2

“Hello, Kita.”

“Hi Sir. I’m so happy to see you.”

“That’s good dear.” I stand. I am truly honored that Kita has followed through. “Please, sit, honey. The menu is there.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Kita is smiling, and looking absolutely filthy in her cute little schoolgirl outfit for Rittenhouse. I love it. everything’s coming together! I can’t believe it!

She joins me at the table and I can already see the people around us raising their eyebrows and are beginning to whisper.

They’re thinking I’m her sugar daddy and she’s my girl. I love it. I never go out anymore. I’m tired of the drunken bar scene. All losers. The reps, bartenders, and everyone else are all just a symptom of what’s wrong with the hospitality industry.

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“You look beautiful, honey.”

“Thank you Sir. she smiles, happy in her servitude.

The server comes by and asks for her ID. She provides and then gets a glass of Chenin Blanc.

Kita is embarrassed but I like that she came willing to wear the little schoolgirl outfit. That tells me she is committed to this role. It will get easier, and harder for her, but I swear I will protect her through the entire process

Again, she wanted this. She came to me.

“I’m so happy you asked me to dinner. The food at college is not so good, Sir.”

“You get what you want, Kita.”

“I would like the lobster., Sir”

I smile.

“Whatever you want babygirl.”

“Thank you. for taking care of me, Sir.”

“When men walk by cross and uncross your legs so men will see them. They ‘re pretty and it will catch they’re attention. I want other men desiring you when youre with me.

“Yes sir.”

Guys walked by and Kita was obedient. Her shapely caramel legs were busy during dinner.

“Oh and any old guys that look at you give them a flirty look. Jut for the fun of it.

“Yes Sir.”

I loved when older couples walked by our table, Kita would give the eyes to the husband, I know it made his night. The poor old bastard thinking he still had game on a young girl, but I wanted that. Give a little joy to some old guys. It’s absolutely free.

She smiles at me and actually seems really happy to be here. Who wouldn’t be? (Free food and drinks.)

The dinner goes well and I’m really enjoying her company.

Kita…”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to reach under the table. What are you going to do?”

“Appreciate your affection.”

This is insane…

I reach under the table and feel her kneesock that clings to her supple calf. I travel further, and feel Kita’s sweet knee, I explore her tender joint behind her knee feeling her Achilles tendon flex and continue up her thigh.

So soft.

“That tickles.” (giggles)

When you can’t see something you’re touching it’s always better. By removing the visionary aspect of any encounter, the tactile becomes so much more intense.

Kita’s thighs are sooo soft. Those sweet caramel pillars are yielding to my touch.

“How does that feel, dear?”

“I love the way you touch me, sir.”

I look at Kita’s eyes. Green lights all the way.

She loves this.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. But I’m honored to be the steward to her joy.

Her thigh is warmer the closer I come to her crotch. But I withdraw.

“Really, Sir?”

“You hush. Enjoy your lobster honey.”

 

People walked by. The staff knew. There was a middle-aged man sitting with a little Asian girl who looked like a teenager in a schoolgirl outfit at the restaurant tonite. Or maybe she was a real schoolgirl and that’s his little sugarbaby.

That’s what I want on the other side of this dominant submissive relationship we’re having

“You’re doing well Kita. Everyone is reacting accordingly.”

“I actually like it, Sir. I like being your little girl.”

I loved the feeling of disdain of me dining with this young Asian girl dressed as a little student. It made me happy to fuck the system here in Rittenhouse. On any given day you can see old rich dudes having dinner with young babes. It’s so obvious that there is a whole sugar system going on.

But I like that Kita wants something different. I’m new to this too, but I’m very creative. Kita has no idea where I will take her.

I hope she’s ready.

But even if she’s not.

I’ll train her to be ready.

“May I speak?”

Of course. You’ve been so good tonight, Kita.

“This has been such a wonderful night. I never get taken out to a nice dinner like this. No one I know treats me like this. Only you, Sir. This has been so nice..”

“Good. dear. You’re learning what real life is like..”

“I like being with you. Forgive me, but what will happen now?”

I look at my beautiful baby and pass her an envelope.

“What is this Sir?”

It’s money and your next assignment.

Kita looked at me and I could tell that she was disappointed.

She reached out and took the envelope.

Put it in your bag and read it when you get home, Kita.

As she stuffed it in her bag she never took her almond eyes from mine.

Sir, May I please ask you a question?”

“Speak.”

“Will there be a time I can be with you and there isn’t an assignment?”

I paused.

“What are you asking, little one?”

“Umm… will there be a time when I can please you master for taking care of me?”

I knew what Kita was asking. “There will be rich bounty of pleasure once you prove yourself to me Kita.”

She smiled and I knew my sub understood.

“That’s what I want sir, so I’ll do as you want.”

“Are you truly prepared to be completley controlled by me? Are you saying you’ll do anything I ask you to do?”

“I promise. Teach me everything.”

Good. Read whats in the envelope, and do as I say and everything’s going to be great.

Thank you, Sir.

I’ll pay for your Uber.

I stood, and took Kita in my arms.

She hugged me hard like a lost relative. Not good. She clings to me for safety. Should I like this?

I take her face in my hands. She’s so beautiful. I want to kiss her.

Kita looks up at me with yielding eyes.

I kiss her. Our tongues swirl in a symphony of sex that accidentally happened months ago.

I hold her lovely face in my hands, I can still feel the sticky sweet taste of her cheap lip gloss on mine.

“I’m so sorry Charles. I just need you.”

I almost said… “You can’t say that” but I found refrain.

“It’s okay, Kita, We can stop anytime.

 

“I never want to stop, Charles.”

 

 

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Kita – Chapter 67 – Special Date – Part 1

I texted Kita and checked her availability for our special date. Our first date since our agreement. I was apprehnsive  that she’s even show up. You never know with new crazy things. I have a great deal of experience with crazy since my days in California, but this was all new ground.

Would she simply bail and I’d never hear from her again? Possibly.

I had given her money to buy her outfit and knew that if she simply kept the money and disappeared, I’d be fine with it. My real target has become Rebecca.

And I mean that in the most romantic of ways. I feel that since I met Rebecca, she is the girl I care for the most.

I’ve come to a point in my life and age, that I can no longer maintain a boyfriend/girfirend relationship in the traditional sense anymore.

I just no longer have the energy to play that game.

But if I could find a girl that could spend a little time with me on a Sunday when I’m off to take in a movie or a meal and a drink or two that would be fine.

Cherie was amazing, but the emotional part of that relationship destroyed all the fun parts of that tryst. Had Cherie been able to keep her self together and fully understand what that relationship was, it would still be standing today.

I blame her career, education and most of all, her son for the demise of our relationship. But those were all of Cherie’s choices. Not mine.

Here I am sitting at an outside table at Parc, a posh french restaurant on Rittenhouse Square.

Only the best for my baby.

I think of Rebecca, and how I really feel about her. I also think about what she said as she exited our last date.

“I want to meet her.”

Rebecca wants to meet Kita. She knows about how Kita wants to be my little sub and now I feel that things have become complicated. I don’t want to lose Rebecca through this because she is the prize. Sadly, Kita is but a toy. I will be careful with Kita, and I really like her but the stakes are now at a premium.

I will have to tread carefully in both camps.

I thought things were intense with Chreie and Ambria, but now thing have become far more complicated.

 

The pretty hostess seats me and the server brings me a little basket of bread. I order a heady cocktail.

I never go to places like this even though this is my neighborhood. Too expensive, and I know where to find delicious food and the hookups.

I’m a little apprehensive about Kita’s arrival. Will she even show up? Am I fucked? Has this all been a farce?

I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s a little twisted. But it’s not my idea. How much has Kita researched this? What does she know? What doe she really want? My anxiety is kicking in. I take a strong pull on my Manhattan.

I look around. All of the tables out front are taken. Parc has heaters above the tables to create a false comfort of being outside. I love those outdoor heaters. Couples and families are stuffing their heads with delicious cuisine at each and every table. There are luxury cars parked in the street before us.

Funny about that. Rich enough to afford a luxury car. That machine can’t come in the house, or the restaurant, or the bedroom. Such a waste. Sorry to hear about your penis. A vehicle has nothing to do with who you are as a man. So sad, guys.

I look across at the park. Our mini Central Park. A welcome pretty repose from the urban surroundings. I watch people walking thier dogs and playing with their kids. All nostalgia. I smile at the people as I sip my drink awaiting the inevitable.

Or not.

What’s Rebecca doing right now? I look at my watch. She’s probably at Trader Joes, or home watching Netflix.

I need to stop.

I love that they put a brandied berry in this Manhatten like I told them to do.

I’m sipping, and worried, and then I see this:

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Kita arrives dressed as a little Japanese schoolgirl.

Just like she has been ordered to do.

It’s working. I’m delighted.

She looks 14 dressed like this.

I want Rittenhoue to look. I want them to loathe me. I hate Rouge and all of the Rittenhouse spots that are just expensive spots for crazy sports cars and riches. I want to be the bum that shows up at their restaurant with the hottest most forbidden baby they can imagine.

The women whisper. I scan the room. The men, especially the older one grin in recognition and admiration.

I knew it.

I love my address, but the people around me are vacuous. I know they all think a clown like me doesn’t deserve to live here in this incredible zip code, but I do.

Fuck you all.

You can’t even see the game I’m playing not only with my little plaything, but with all of you now.

All of those rich guys would love to have what I have right now and they have no idea the hand I’m playing right now.

It has nothing to do with any of them, or where I live, but they can’t see that. All they see is and old guy with a hot little fantasy toy. They would kill to have that. But what they don’t realize is the relationship I have with this young lady. She’s not one of their escorts or whores they hire for a night of drinks, food and sex. This is a real girl, that wants to explore some new things. I’m not going to let anything happen to her. I’ve done my research, and I’ll never hurt Kita. But if we’re going to do this Dom Sub thing, then she needs to come to Parc with me and blow some minds.

 

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