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Sexy Chinese Wife Gets What She Wants
From the moment I saw Ling, I was blown away -- she was the perfect
balance between strength and softness; 5'7" 115 lbs and sexy as can
be. Despite the fact that we were from completely different worlds,
the sex was incredible and our connection was deep.
On our second date, she arrived at my beach house with short
camouflage shorts, high black boots and a tank top. Everywhere we
went, she was approached by men and women alike and loved the
attention. At first I was jealous but learned quickly that if I
wanted to keep this woman, I would have to get over my jealousy
pretty quickly.
Ling had been modeling and acting for 3 years when I met her and had
a lot of male friends in the industry. It was clear to me that she
knew how to work the system and flirting with producers was part of
the game. To make some extra cash on the side, she was a high-end
masseuse and had several producers as her clients. Several nights a
week, dressed in a miniskirt and 4 inch heals, she'd head to one of
the high-end hotels in town to massage these rich bastards. I didn't
like the idea of it, but the money was good and she assured me that
her services were legitimate.
Little by little my jealousy grew and then one night, I decided to
confront her with my suspicions that there was something more going
on than just massage on these nightly rendezvous. This is when
things really changed. I heard her car pull into the garage and came
down to the first floor to meet her. As she opened the door, I
started with my attack. "There's something more going on here," I
said. "You can't tell me that you aren't jerking these guys off at a
minimum." Surprised by my directness, she shot me an angry look and
without responding to my question, ordered me to the floor. "You
jealous ungrateful man," she barked back at me. "Get down on your
hands and knees. It's time that I taught you a lesson." I'm not
sure if I was more in shock or turned on by this show of power, but I
immediately dropped to the floor as she instructed. "Don't you move,
you little bastard. I have plans for you," she yelled. As her long
legs passed over my cowering head, I couldn't help but notice that
she was wearing no panties. She quickly returned from the kitchen
with a large wooden spoon. "It's time that you learned how to behave
yourself," she barked as the spoon smacked against my ass. "Now off
with your clothes." I quickly obeyed and she proceeded to paddle my
ass until I begged for mercy at which point she ordered me to crawl
(not walk) to my bed.
The next morning, my ass hurt like hell but my love for my wife was
stronger than ever and all I could do was bury myself in her
beautiful pussy and suck and lick her to multiple orgasms.
When I returned from work that night, the house was empty. An
important client was in town for the Grammy's, which meant that she
would be working until at least 10pm. As I heard her car pull into
the garage at around 10:30 pm, I went down to greet her thinking that
an apology might be in order. Maybe she was right? My reaction the
night before had been based on jealousy and not trust. I wanted to
assure her that this would change. But as she walked through the
door, I found myself falling to my knees and groveling to her feet I
began to lick the heals of her shoes and then suck her toes one by
one. Amused by my actions, she laughed a bit and then moved to a
living room chair. As I crawled towards her, she grabbed my hair,
pulled me forward and said, "now that's a good boy; you are
learning. Tonight, I think you're ready." "Ready for what?" I
thought as I slurped away at her beautiful toes. "There are a few
things that I'm going to tell you tonight, and I think you'll like
what I have to say. You see, my pet, I am not an ordinary woman. I
was born with a natural beauty and sex appeal that can not be
denied. This is my gift.
This may be hard for you, but you will understand and accept this in
time. Tonight, for example, I met Bob Robinson at the Beverly Hills
Hotel for his regular service. This time, however, he had a surprise
for me. Jamal, one of the labels top hip hop performers, was there
as well. After giving Bob his regular rub down, he tipped me an
additional $500 and asked that Jamal and I perform for him. And what
a performance it was. Bob conducted the entire thing. First he had
me seduce Jamal with a striptease. I was so wet and Jamal so hard
that as I fell to my knees to grab his beautiful 10 inch black cock I
felt the first of many orgasms I would have that night. Jamal was
kind but in a rough way -- grabbing my head he slammed his hard cock
into my mouth over and over while Bob smiled with approval. "She's
quite a girl, isn't she, Jamal? She'll be a nice addition in your
next video," Bob proudly exclaimed causing me to suck harder, deeper
and longer. "Not so quick, Bob, let's she how she takes my cock in
her tight little pussy," Jamal responded. He then flipped me over on
the carpet floor and proceeded to take me from behind wth his monster
cock. I had never felt something so painful yet so good and as he
thrust into to me bit by bit my legs knees dragged along the carpet
until my face was pressed up against the balcony window. It seemed
like he kept me there for hours pounding away at me from behind and
slapping my ass as he talked with Bob about his new video. My legs
were so weak that I felt that I would collapse, but each time I tried
to move from my position, he would slap my ass harder and order me to
stay as he put me and "keep that ass up so I can drive into you
deeper," he would say. When I cried out that could take no more, he
and Bob laughed. Then with my head spinning and body shaking, he
spun me back around and forced my mouth back to his throbbing
cock. "Swallow it all," Bob barked out. "This is the only audition
you'll get, honey." And as the thick sticky cum shot out of his 10
inch member I did all I could do to keep from gagging and took every
drop deep into my stomach. And as Jamal released his cock from my
mouth, he turned to Bob and pulling up his pants as he headed for the
door said, "I think she'll do, Bob. Let me know when our next
candidate is ready."
As my wife recounted this story, I sucked harder and longer on her
toes, my devotion growing with each lick and my cock pulsing like an
alarm clock. I wanted so much to ask her more about this encounter,
but just then, she stood up shaking my face from her feet and as she
headed up the stairs said without turning, "turn off the lights and
come quickly, my pet. If you're good, I'll have you to clean my
pussy with your tongue. I think you understand now what a lucky boy
you really are!"
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