Amsterdam Prostitute-Client III
Shanghai, China
Mr. Xiu
He wanted me. I could tell by the way he watched my every move. He bought a pair of my dirty panties over a year ago. I remember the first pair I mailed; a G-string laced in red. I wore them all summer day directly following the day my menstrual cycle ended. The G-string was ripe with my ass and pussy stench. The stench of my pussy is what keeps this particular customer purchasing my dirty panties ever since he bought the first pair. Now, he was in my presence. I know he fancies my twat. I know he desires to suck on my pussy walls.
I stand naked in the middle of my hotel room. My dark brown hair cascades down past my nipples. I have not fully recovered from my jet-lag. I have been in China for nearly three-days. Although the international sex fest has yet to start, my pussy has already been inspected, rubbed, and licked until my orgasmic juices dripped down towards my ass. Speaking of ass, I have been paid one thousand dollars to hold a medium sized ass plug in my butthole for a two-hour period. It's not too bad, it's kinky. It does pose some difficulty, but I know when the owner of the butt plug retrieves his item, he will reward my ass with sexual favors and handsomely pay for my services. The man in my room knows the butt plug must stay in my ass. He knows his supervisor placed the butt plug in my rectum; he won't challenge his boss.
The man standing in my room is Mr. Xiu, and he is getting an erection. I know he is thinking about another man touching my rectum, he is known for a penchant for ass play. If he wants my butthole, he needs to reserve it for another day; this afternoon he has paid to sniff my pussy and suck the fuck out of my twat.
I watch him lick his lips. His beard is long and unruly. His teeth are stained yellow. His tobacco tinged mouth is a moment away from devouring my pussy. I hand him a mint, but he declines my offer.
As Mr. Xiu approached my body, he takes his cigarette out of his mouth, and he lets the smoke circulate around my right nipple. My most sensitive nipple. I have on a sheer red robe, and both of my nipples are now heightened by the brisk sensation of the smoke.
As my nipples rise in size, Mr. Xiu says with enthusiasm, "Oh, yes. They are so fat. Oh, yes, big, fat mammy nipples."
Mr. Xiu then took his hand and touched my left nipple and tugged at my tit. He tugged at it again, but harder.
He looked at me and questioned, "You look so young. Your pussy smells so immature. How old are you?"
He forced me down on the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress, and he squatted down next to me. He then slid his hand up my thigh. He took his hand and separated my thighs, and he went right for my pussy walls. His fingers were warm. I didn't flinch. He took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke on my tits. I threw my head back to avoid the smoke.
