I gazed down at this creature that had come into my life only a few scant days before and she stood there, looking at me from almost a foot below, her almond-shaped, brown eyes showing absolute devotion. Her small, light brown tipped nipples poked just above my navel.
"You are absolutely, stunningly, sensuously beautiful; did you know that?"
Chou smiled and blushed, dropping her eyes shyly, her hair falling over her face in a most appealingly coquettish manner. "I guess I do now!" she giggled.
My fingertips parted the hair from her face, which she turned up to me again. I simply looked at her and smiled as I touched the radiant skin from her temples down to her jaw line. She
was
beautiful. I alternately wanted to tenderly caress this lovely lady that had been through so much, and bind her, taking her in the most animalistic way I could imagine.
It had been when I was overseas in the Navy that I developed this fetish for Asian female flesh. However, the ones I was attracted to either knew they were extremely sexy and beautiful and wouldn't put up with any play outside of straight sex (unless lavished with enormous amounts of money and presents) or were too shy to mention what did and didn't feel good during our little sexual escapades.
The latter type usually disappeared when I would stop at the bar the next day and then, a few days later, pop in with some big brawny Marine on their arm to replace me. I seemed to perplex the "mamma-sans" because I appeared to "be such a nice guy" but it soon became known that I harbored bizarre tastes. It became very frustrating for me as well as them. I guess I'd fallen for that stereotype that Asian women were naturally submissive.
Maybe they are, but not among the bargirls and hookers I'd been around. It was a blessing that I'd found Sarah when I returned to the States.
She even shared in my fetish at some conventions we'd visited and, for my birthday one year, presented me with an Asian lady that wished to play with us. We had a ton of fun, but Li was merely enjoying her last night out as a single woman by spending it in bed with us. Now I finally had exactly what I wanted.
Chou shivered and then wrapped herself around me. I kissed the top of her head, smelling the light floral scent of shampoo. My fingers explored the small of her back, embracing the buttery softness of her skin and pulling her into me as we hugged. I closed my eyes and concentrated on all my other senses. The flesh there felt smooth and creamy as my fingertips brushed across it, caressing the muscles upward from her hips and then downward, over the ridges of her spine.
My hand ventured lower, traveling across the silky globes of her ass and kneading the pliant flesh there. Her head rested against my chest and her arms clung to me as she moaned softly into my chest. I felt her weight shift as she pushed her pubic bone against me, the naked skin of her belly rubbing against my rapidly hardening cock. Chou's arms let loose of my torso and wrapped around my neck, climbing up onto me. My hands cradled her ass cheeks as she shifted, then impaled herself onto my cock in one swift downward thrust. She grunted as I bottomed out in her womb and then she began to flex her muscles to ride my throbbing member while we stood there in the middle of the room. I opened my eyes and walked over to a wall, pressing her against the coarse stone surface as I jack hammered into her willing body. She cried out and bit me repeatedly, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, but always passionately.
"Fuck me, Ray!" she implored quietly, "Fuck me hard! Hurt me! Do it! I promise I won't break! Fuck me hard! Treat me like a slut!"
I rammed into Chou so hard that she was almost drooling from delirium as she bounced up and down, her hair waving like a flag as we fucked.
I pressed her back against the wall and pumped relentlessly into her and she dug her heels into my coccyx and screamed into my shoulder. I could feel the sudden flood of fluid as she came, shuddering as if in a seizure. I kept stroking myself into her and she gasped, slowly going limp in my arms as I grunted, then groaned, spurting deep inside of her.
We both slid to the floor, the sweat cooling rapidly on our skin. My cock audibly slipped out of her naked hole as we lay there caressing one another and looking deep into each other's soul.
"I think I'm falling in love with you, Chou," I told her. "I know it's only been a matter of hours that we've known one another, but I feel as if I've known you all my life."
As I said this, I felt a tear coarse down my cheek. Her delicate hand moved up and she gently wiped it away.
"I know I love you, Ray."
"And it truly doesn't matter that I'm almost twice as old as you?"
"Not at all, my sweet! Your age is your advantage. You know how to treat me."
She paused and kissed my cheek.
"Ray, you are a wonder in my life. Most guys either just want in my pants or, when they find out that I like it a little rough, think it's an excuse to use me as a punching bag. You know the right combination of hard and soft, as if you can read my mind and my mood. In fact, I sometimes think that you hold back a little, as if you're scared of hurting me."
I looked at her, debating heatedly whether or not to tell her about my experiences.
"About 8 months ago," I began, after a long silence and choking up from the memories.
"Eight months ago, I started to date a bit. I was introduced to one girl here in town, a married woman but unhappy in her relationship. She was physically just what I was looking for; short, petite, small-breasted, funny, witty and creative. We had a lot in common and she came on to me in a quiet way at a social gathering.
A few emails, a few times together and the next thing I know, we're messing around. I got a little pinch-happy with her one morning as we sat at the kitchen table and, before I know it, we're fucking, and she just about shot through the roof from her orgasm, so I asked her if she liked it rough and she told me yes. So I was rough, but I was also tender. She never fully let me know me what she liked and didn't like, even though I asked constantly. She just said that it was all "great."
"Well, she used me, Chou. She used me to get away from her jealous, possessive husband who had supposedly 'lost his passion for her.' She
claimed
she wanted a man that was kind, 'masterful' and passionate, but what she
really
wanted was another asshole that would give her those three things
and
be jealous and possessive like her ex – a person she could actually
contro
l and who would get as upset over petty things as she did. I couldn't be like that. In fact, I did everything I could to
not
be like her ex husband because she complained about him all the time. That was a mistake on my part. She wanted the jealousy and possessiveness along with the passion and she did things purposely to try and get me that way. "When I didn't react in the way she expected, she became upset – I guess because she felt it meant I didn't care about her. She was wrong. I cared a lot. "It's just that I was used to Sarah, who didn't have a jealous bone in her body. Everything that Sarah and I did, we did to enhance our relationship and keep it exciting. So I was quite hurt when this woman took up with another guy that was just like her ex, just 'nicer.' I guess he made more money too. She always told me that money didn't matter to her, but she lied in every other aspect of our relationship, so I suppose she lied there too. That hurt me, Chou, but what hurt me more was when she told everyone how I hurt her in bed and that I beat her. I didn't do anything of the sort! I may have left bruises, but she
asked
