Central Eastern China, Spring 2018
Duccio
"I never get tired to look at Tangerine's supple body, at her small breasts, crowned by thick, meaty brown nipples, at her round buttocks, at her fleshy pussy lips, where the inner labia blossoms outwardly like a sensuous, indecent flower.
I love Tangerine's willingness to please, that excites my imagination.
She lives three hours by train from my city. This weekend I asked her to come to visit me. She will travel naked, covered only by a flimsy trenchcoat."
Tangerine
"As far as I can remember my imagination has been filled with fantasies of submission.
I had a happy childhood, with loving parents.
Yet one day when I was six I found a strange illustrated book in a drawer of the desk of my kind grandfather. I couldn't read all the words there, but after seeing the images of women being stripped, tied and whipped, penetrated, I couldn't forget them.
I would often sneak into grandad's room to look at those images and indulge in a strange dream of pleasure and pain.
Until I met Duccio those fantasies belonged to those moments, before going to sleep, when I masturbated myself furiously.
After meeting him, they became reality - and for once reality overcame fantasy.
With him, I abandon my judgment and I trust his. This allows me to go to places where I won't go otherwise.
Now, on this train, I indulge in the inebriating feeling that I am naked, below my coat. The other passengers look at me without interest; maybe a boy pays a closer look at my bare legs, but I know he is still far from imagining the truth.
My nipples are hard and remain stimulated by the coat's fabric. This makes them deliciously painful. My pussy is wet, and I struggle to concentrate on the book I am reading."
Duccio
"I check the arrival board, and I know that Tangerine's train has arrived. I told her to go to the parking lot where I left my car, a large metallic brown SUV. In reality,
I am hiding behind a column near the arrival gate, spying her moving in the crowd, still unsure if she truly obeyed my order.
When I see her, she looks concentrated, searching for the parking. She is wearing the trenchcoat, and as I asked, she has no bag or suitcase. Her only piece of clothes, for the weekend, will be that coat.
I follow her as she walks to the parking lot, and when she is there she stops, looking around. I get closer to her, I tap her shoulder and I say: "Come". She follows me without saying a word."
Tangerine
"I reach the station of NJ and for a moment I am afraid. It's the evening and I am wearing only this trenchcoat. I have no spare clothes, and I have money just enough for my return ticket. What if Duccio is not here to get me? The idea that he could have forgotten me is undeniably exciting. Why I am such a slut?
He is nowhere to be seen, but this is not strange, we are supposed to meet in the parking lot. I notice the sign, and I follow it. I long to meet him, I try to remember his smell, the feeling of his cock inside my sex, inside my mouth...
I reach the parking lot, but I can't see him. Maybe he is late...or did we mix up the dates? I had received his message before my departure, it can't be...
Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn my face: he is here.
We smile at each other and he invites me to follow him, no other words are necessary."
Duccio
"I would like to pull off her coat straight away and have her follow me, naked, under the merciless neon light, my obedient slave. However, I have to try to be as reasonable as I can be. I try to locate the videocameras that surely fill the place.
We reach the car, and I take her to the back.
"Open the coat!" I order. She does it, and she is naked, as requested, but for a pair of black panties. I slap her lightly.
"Disobedient pet!"
"Sorry Sir!", she whispers, looking around, nervously.
"Take them off!"
"Yes Sir!", she slips the panties down her legs quickly and hands them over to me. Her black, luscious pussy hair is beautiful as ever, the most luxurious fur.
"Drop the coat!", I say.
She looks around, unsure, but then again she obeys, even if reluctantly.
Close between two other cars, she is reasonably hidden and no camera seems to cover this area - this is a calculated dare.
I snap a couple of pictures.
"Smile for me!"
Her shy, soft smile is irresistible.
"Let's go", I say."