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."
