Loves Eating Chinese

When I first met Mei she had just arrived from China and spoke better English I think than I did. She was twenty-one and very smart, but at the same time in many way she was as naive and unsophisticated as a twelve year old. She told me her name meant beautiful in Chinese and she certainly lived up to the billing. She said she also had 'unconventional' ideas about sex, very different from American values. She told me she thought it was idiotic, even humorous for a woman to have only one lover, or even one husband.

"I have six," she told me shortly after we met. "At least back in China. Here I expect to have many more," she said with a seductive smile, one that would start the heart of a dead man. When she told me about her sexual opinions my heart did a backflip and landed on its head. I wondered if I had the slightest chance with this princess from China.

"Six?" I said in amazement. "And you plan to have more here?" Casually, she nodded her head. "You plan to have a husband?" I asked.

"No, no," she said with a scowl. "Husbands are too confining," she replied with assertiveness. "I may have a boyfriend, handsome like you," she said. "But I will fuck many, many men here in America. That's what you say, right, fuck?" She said innocently. I told her it was but she had to be careful where she said it.

"Some places you don't say fuck?" she asked, challenging me to defend such craziness. "Where is that where you don't say fuck?" I told her it varied, that it wasn't that simple, but she wanted to know why you couldn't say fuck in some places. I told her it was a matter of courtesy, but she said, "But everybody fucks, right?"

I said that you needed to assume in most situations that it wasn't polite to say 'fuck'. She thought that was crazy, since everyone did it, and she then laughed at the silliness of it. "Everyone doesn't," I explained. "Adults might, but young people won't be doing it," I said. "Usually. You know that, right?" She thought it was strange to be so 'afraid' of a word. I told her I agreed, but that was the way it was.

"So silly," she said, mocking the fear of a word, shaking her head.

She then asked if I had a place. "Maybe I could live with you? We could have sex," she said casually, with a sly smile. I said she could stay with me but she didn't have to have sex with me to stay at my house. "That's okay," she said. "I like to. Sex is good? Don't you like sex?"

I told her I did and we could talk about it later. When she brought her two trunks and three suitcases she wanted to know where my room was. I said she could stay in the guest room and showed her where it was. She asked why I did not want to have her in my room and have sex with her.

It wasn't easy explaining why I didn't want to have sex with her. "It isn't that I don't want to, but we need to know each other better before we have sex."

"Why do we have to wait?" she asked innocently. Mei was simply a person who liked sex and could see no reason not to have it whenever you wanted with whomever you wanted it with.

She came and moved in with me and we were having sex on her third night at my house. She was sexually incredible: vigorous, lusty, and insatiable. We fucked for nearly two hours and when I came I was exhausted, totally satisfied, and determined this would not be our last time together. Mei was simply magnificent in bed. She was attentive to my needs, gave incredible head, and screamed out her orgasms as I ate her.

"You like to fuck Mei?" she asked as she snuggled against me. I simply nodded. "Could you be one of many?" I smiled and nodded, realizing if I wanted to be in her sexual world I had to accept her terms. I was sure I did want to. What I wasn't sure about was if I could. I thought about her with another man, if she would do as she had done with me. Of course she would. She would squeeze her vagina muscles together, gripping him as she did me like a fist, holding him in her as she had done me. She would pump her hips like pistons, pulling an orgasm from her partner's loins and grunting with her efforts to satisfy her lover, her lover of the moment.

She was as proficient as any Asian whore who could satisfy a fleet of men with her sexual prowess and resolve. She would fuck you to rapture, and she would see that you came with the intensity of rockets and flares, and she would suck you to an explosive climax that would have your ears ringing and your head spinning.

On the first day of her second month with me she brought a man home that she said she would be sleeping with that night. I listened to them bang the bed against the wall and I felt every bit of jealousy and insecurity. The sounds resounded in my head, although I was picturing every sexually lusty move they made. Incredible that I resented it so, while at the same time being aroused beyond belief. As I knew what she did in bed, I imagined every movement, every erotic measure she would take.

I pictured her sucking him until he almost screamed and came in giant spurts that shot above her head and she scooped from his penis to lick and swallow as he continued to come and contract against her efforts to bring him to his climax, knowing she would be giving him one he would never forget. I saw him limp and exhausted, as I had been, stretched on his stomach, spent, across the messy bed unable to move. I knew he had been fucked like never before, because Mei was simply magnificent on a mattress.

When Brent left the next morning and surprisingly I felt a kinship with him that astounded me. We had both been fucked by the best and we were members of the same alliance, the same group of very satisfied men.

Mei has now slept in my guest room, although most nights are spent partly in my room, for nearly a year and I have listened to the sounds of her bed hitting against the wall on many, many occasions and I now smile to myself as I listen to her have sex with her latest beau. I have gotten to the point that I am pleased to be able to share that part of her with the many men who come through the door of her room.

She told me as we relaxed on a Friday that she would be going to China for a couple of months. She promised to write to me while she was gone, and her devilish grin told me I would like getting her letters. It seems that one thing she likes almost as much as sex is writing about it in letters.

The first letter I got was after she had been gone a week and it nearly scorched the envelop before I got it open. In the letter she told me about a man she met when she arrived in China, in Shenzhen, where her parents live, and she described him in great detail. "He is very big," she wrote, "and he is also tall." I could almost hear her chuckle as I read the letter. "He likes sex with me very much," the letter went on to say.

She then described what they did together on their first night. "He likes oral very much, like you, and he tells me I almost make him pass out with my mouth on his big erection. I suck him until he gives me great amounts of semen," she wrote. "You would be proud of me, the way I make him come. I am like Japanese geisha girl," her letter said.

She went into detail about how big he was. "It's like a salami," she wrote. I could almost hear the excitement in her voice as she wrote. "You could watch if you were here," she said. "I would not mind." I had told her that she was so good at fucking I would even like to watch her, which surprised me when I said it.

I had once told her also that she was such a sexual dynamo. "What is dynamo?" she asked after I had told her I might even watch. I said it was an energetic person or a generator. "Yes, I am a dynamo," she said with a wide smile.

When I got her second letter I could hardly wait to read it. "I miss you," she wrote, "but I have been busy at fucking," she said in her usual sexually animated demeanor. "There are many nice men here," she said shamelessly.

Mei worked as a computer programmer and was in great demand in the field, able to demand a large salary and travel to many places around the world. In the US she worked in silicon valley and had her choice of jobs just about anywhere. I had known how smart she was and was happy to be someone she would want to write to and share things about her life, especially her sex life.

As I read her second letter I imagined her with her European friend in a big soft bed in China, and I pictured him pushing into her from between her strong legs, thinking she may have wrapped her own calves behind his thighs, which she liked to do, pulling him into her pussy, humping her hips up to his. Her shaved mound would push against him and her pussy lips would grip his cock like a glove. His orgasm would be vigorous and I knew she would milk him with the muscles of her vagina, gripping him and draining his semen like a siphon.

I wrote her back and said how much I enjoyed her letters, telling her I especially liked hearing about her sex with Hanns, her German friend and lover. "How many have you fucked?" I wrote. She wrote back and said so far it had been ten.

Before she returned she told me she had been thinking and maybe she would consider being a wife if she could marry someone like me who could give her the freedom to fuck freely whomever she wanted. I told her I would be proud to be the man who allowed her to fuck the people she wanted.

"I thought you said husbands are too confining," I said before she returned. She wrote back and said that was the one's who could not allow her to fuck for fun.

"You are different," she said after she got back from China. "You get off hearing about good fucking. You like seeing guys get fucked really, really well," she added. "I do it really, really well, right?"

I simply nodded and took her in my arms. We were married four months later and on the night of the wedding she did the best man, the usher, a groomsman, and even, if you can believe it, saved some time for the groom. It was perhaps the second best night of my youthful life, the first had to be the first time I spent a night between her knees with her heels behind my thighs and her vagina squeezing the cum right out of me.