A large size envelope of photos had been pushed under the door. I was worried that we might have gone too far and that Mei would be embarrassed, but she tore the envelope open excitedly.
Inside was a note.
"Let me know which photos you want your faces blurred for the internet. I'll come over on Sunday. Stage 2."
I looked at Mei.
"Stage two? What does she mean?"
"I asked her to come over again," she said.
She showed me a photo taken from behind hers when she was sucking my cock. She was on all fours. But all that could be seen of her were her cunt and thighs with her cunt was in luscious focus, looking bright, wet and excited, her lips open like the wings of a butterfly, perfectly framed by the curve of her arse and triangulated by the smooth skin of her legs. Only my face was visible, out of focus in the background, above her sensational cunt.
"Wow," we both said at the same time, flicking through the rest of the photos, which documented a session of glorious depravity. Sucking, fucking, exposure, flesh.
We were sitting on the cushions again. I was immediately hard and we were onto each other. Mei hurriedly opened my trousers to suck my cock. She was wearing a t-shirt, and nothing else, so it was easy for me to get my fingers into her already sloppy cunt. I wasn't going to last long. I lifted her face and had her turn around so that I could fuck her from behind. In a few thrusts I came. I thought I was emptying my soul. I pulled out with a wet plop, but Mei wasn't finished.
"Lie down," she said - almost commanded. "It's my turn."
She pivoted around to face my feet and then sat on my face. She was so wet and cunty and full of cum that my face almost disappeared into her vagina, my nose going right up into her cunt, her clitoris squashed against my bottom lip. My eyes were hard against her cheeks and the bridge of my nose pressed against her perineum. At first I didn't have a choice, though my instinct was to be anywhere but in a cunt full of my own semen. I was vaguely revolted. But she was immediately fondling my balls gently, and wouldn't let up grinding her hips slowly with my nose immersed in a creamy fuck hole of ejaculate, and because I owed it to her, to give her an orgasm, my mood quickly swung and my tongue was sliding around her clitoris as my cum dripped into my open mouth through which I had to breathe, since my nose was already full of semen.
It didn't take long. I was lapping and nuzzling as far up her cunt as possible while she writhed and tickled my balls from time to time to keep my interest and my cock, up. Then her hips began to spasm with pleasure as I pushed her up slightly to get my breath and she collapsed on my chest and stomach, her cunt right in front of my face, gaping, pink and slimy wet. My face was covered with juices. My eyebrows were matted in them. My nose full of them. The smell was rich and glorious. I licked my lips. How had it happened that I had just licked my own semen, while my cock still spasmed like an attached alien, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I stroked the collar around Mei's neck as we lay together in post coital bliss. She had taken to wearing the collar around the flat, nearly all the time. It meant that she was ready to be taken at will. But I had never yet led her by the collar, or attached her anywhere using the collar.
"We should get a lead for this collar," I said while Mei stroked my cock. I wanted to tell her to stop, but after the pleasure she had given me it wasn't my place to do so.
"Candy sent me an email with a list of some things to get for Sunday," she replied. "Including a leash."
"What other things?"
"Something for my wrists and ankles," she said. "Small collars." My cock hardened again.
"You like the sound of that?"
"I like the idea or you being tied up. Of course!"
There was a pet shop within walking distance. Mei wore a light, wrap-around dress with a pale green palm print, with sandals. No underwear, at my suggestion.
A very young man was behind the counter. He smiled warmly, in the usual friendly manner of pet shop owners.
"Collars," I said.
"Behind that stand," he replied pointing to a display of dog toys.
We walked around behind it. I could see the passing traffic over the top. Across the road was a cafe with tables on the footpath. A group of four middle-aged women were sitting at one.
"What size?" asked the youth, appearing at our side.
"Quite small," said Mei. "Perhaps the size of my ankle." She lifted her foot to show him. Her knee looked warm and pink. The skirt revealed the inside of her thigh.
"Here are the small ones," he said, pointing to a row of clearly visible collars for tiny dogs. "How small?"
"Let's try one," said Mei.
The boy looked unsure.
"Let's put one on my ankle. Then we'll know."
The boy hesitated.
"This one," said Mei, taking a black collar from the rack and passing it to him.
He looked at her as if she might change her mind, but she had her hands on her hips, waiting for him to fit it. He got down on one knee and put it around her ankle, trying not to touch her skin and not to look at her leg. He was blushing profusely. It was difficult.
"Let me help," she said, getting down onto her other knee. "No," she said as he went to stand up, I'll hold it while you do up the buckle."
I was standing behind the boy, watching. He glanced over his shoulder as if looking for an escape route. I smiled warmly at him.
"It needs to fit properly," I said.
He turned back to the task at hand. Her skirt had fallen back on her thigh and he was immediately confronted by the sight of her pubic hair and naked cunt. He froze.
