If Mei was nervous answering the door, she didn't show it. She was conventionally elegant and composed but for the thin, black dog collar around her neck. It was very obviously a dog collar and there was always the chance that it wasn't who we were expecting - her friend, Candy, at the door.
"Wow. Look at you!" said Candy, holding Mei at arm's length, after embracing her. "I love the dress!"
Mei was wearing a mid-thigh length, dark-grey cheongsam with darker blue flowers. She was looking gorgeous. And the dog collar.
"And the dog collar!" She turned to me. "And you must be Kim?"
Candy herself looked a treat. She was in a short denim skirt with a white button-up shirt. Her hair was straight, dark and shoulder length. She had fair skin and dark-framed glasses. She looked like a nanny on heat. Or a sexy librarian. Or a woman with a PhD in seduction.
I hadn't previously met Candy but Mei had told me about her. She was a photographer. She did film stills, weddings and corporate events. She also exhibited. I had seen some of her photos at a nearby gallery with Mei once. They were black and white torso studies, some erotic.
That was why she was here.
She had a small roller case with her. To its side were strapped light stands and a tripod. This was serious stuff.
I wasn't sure how this was going to play out. Mei and I, at least, were in uncharted waters. Perhaps Candy was used to this sort of thing.
We sat at the kitchen table and drank sparkling wine.
The kitchen table and four chairs were just about the only furniture in Mei's small flat. The bedroom held a bed. The loungeroom sported piles of cushions on the floor against the walls. She had recently left her husband and this was her interim accommodation until she found something more suitable. She wasn't about to spend money on furniture which she might not need.
Enough of the backstory. This is a tale of erotic and dirty sex.
Mei had told me one night, her head on my chest, that she would do anything that I wanted.
At first her comment had slipped straight by me. It was only later that its possibilities revealed themselves to me.
"Anything?" I asked the next time we were lying together. "Like what?"
We were both unsure of the boundaries.
"I want to do anything that you want to do," I had said. "But I don't know what that is."
"You have to find out," she said.
I dropped hints.
"You need a spanking," I whispered into her ear. She said nothing but her hand moved to my cock.
"I would tie you up first." She let out a long sigh.
"You have the most beautiful cunt." My face was buried between her thighs. "Why do only I deserve it? This cunt is world class. It should be full of the world's cum. Every man should wank over it." She let out a cry and clasped my head tighter between her thighs. I could hardly breathe. My face was covered in cunt juice. I was breathing hot cunt.
It was fantasy time and I gave free rein to the most torrid dreams I could muster. She moaned and orgasmed her way through all of them. The dirtier the better. I was ecstatic. I hadn't know this side of her.
Another night I had imagined her with another woman as we sweated on top of the sheets with the window open and a warm breeze caressing our skin.
"What about my friend Candy?" she said.
"Tell me about her."
"Well, she' tall and slender, and she's got long dark hair. She wears glasses. You would like her legs."
"Would I like her cunt?"
"Oh yes! Once, at a party, she and I kissed."
I was listening now.
"We were very drunk. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. I was a bit shocked. Just then someone came into the room. They were a bit shocked! If you ever want to, she said."
"And, since then?"
"She gives me looks."
"Looks?"
"And she's a photographer. She could take rude photos. That would be an excuse."
"Photographs of your juicy cunt. Photos of you being a cunt. Photos of you being fucked. Exposed. We could put them on the internet. Any man who wanted could wank all over your cunt. Over any part of your body. Wank into your armpits. Wank onto your knees. Your breasts. Your stomach. All over your face."
Her mouth was around my cock now. I didn't want to come in her mouth. I wasn't really comfortable with doing that. I didn't think she would like it. But she was clasping my cock with her lips. She wouldn't let go.
"They could send us photos. Tributes they're called. Photos of their semen on photos of you." I was so close.
"You're my fuck hole," I moaned and came into her mouth. She kept sucking. I was being drained of my life force in the most wonderful way. I was almost ready to pass out.
"I haven't done that often," she said, kissing her way up my chest and then kissing me on the lips. At first, I was reluctant. I could smell my cum in her mouth. But then I thought, if she was prepared to do it... and our tongues were coiling around each other. I reached down to finger her cunt. I couldn't believe how wet and juicy and sloppy she was. I brought my fingers to our mouths. We were licking sex from each other, our faces were covered with cum and cunt.
I got hard again, slipped my cock inside her, and this time I came deep inside her cunt.
A week later she saw Candy at a work function.
"What did you say to her?"
"I asked her over for a drink. I told her that if she wanted to catch up, my boyfriend and I would love her to take some photographs of us. She's coming over on Sunday, late afternoon."
"In the daytime?" This added a new layer to the idea, that we wouldn't be hidden in the partial dark of candles or mood lighting, but that the light falling through the floor length white curtains covering the sliding doors to the small balcony, would completely expose our degeneracy.
