Li Ming was everything a proper Chinese girl should be. She had long black hair that fell below her waist, Almond shaped eyes that were liquid brown, a small tiny body and the tiniest feet of which were so valued in Chinese culture. Li Ming had been fortunate not to have to wear the "lotus shoes" as she had been blessed with naturally tiny feet. But as a girl, she was not valued.
Her father was a simple farmer in the Yunnan province of China and as simple peasants her parents knew nothing of birth control not that it would have been practiced in 1920s China – not even the withdrawal method. Years had passed and Li Ming was the youngest of 7 children. Most of her sisters had been married off and her brothers worked the field with her father but Li Ming was not to be married. She was being sold to Mr. Chen for a vast sum of which her father would be able to re-seed his many fields, buy a new roof for their small cottage and offer large dowries for his son's brides.
The price for all this comfort and wealth was - Li Ming's virginity. Mr. Chen was an older man who lived in the great Guangdong province. He was a wealthy man who resided with his many concubines and wives and was always looking for a beautiful new girl whose unbroken pussy would be his for a price.
Li Ming had always been a beauty which is why her father had given her the name meaning beauty.
Mr. Chen had heard of her beauty from a traveler who sold goods on the roads and had seen Li Ming many times. Li Ming was so sought after for her beauty and charm that he father had turned away many offers.
"No." He had sternly told his wife time and time again. "Li Ming is beautiful. It is true." He had taken the long opium pipe from between his lips to refill.
"But her tightness and cleanliness will go to the highest bidder. We must think of our sons."
Li Ming's father had always assured her safety and kept men and boys away from her. He had never allowed her to learn any texts or knowledge believing that she would be wanted more if she was as blank and crisp as a new sheet of rice paper. He had been right.
Mr. Chen was close to 60 years old with a small stature. He was a small, dignified man who had all of his hair and kept his appearance well. He wore simple suits of black and dark blues and wore a pair of glasses. His family had made their fortune in the opium wars when they smuggled it in and out of Hong Kong and other parts of Asia and Chen's family had become very wealthy.
At 18 years old, Li Ming was everything Mr. Chen wanted. A lovely young virgin to mold in every way possible. He had paid a large price for her and instructed her family to take her to his large house in Guangdong where she would begin her initiation into becoming a first class concubine.
Li Ming wore the long dress of red silk with dignity. She had said goodbye to her parents and siblings but she felt nothing. They had sold her callously and she would never forgive them. Though Mr. Chen was a well known Chinese gentleman he was no better. He had children younger than her, older than her and he was about to bed her. It was disgusting! She didn't know what to expect – but she knew what was about to take place was wrong and evil. She should be marrying a boy chosen for her in a ceremony in front of her friends and family – not shut away in this large dark house to be taken against her will because he had paid a ransom for her!
Li Ming had been taken into the large compound that was Mr. Chen's major residence when in Guangdong. Because he traveled so extensively – he had houses all over China and Asia. She had been bathed, scented with Ylang Ylang and given only the finest silken gowns to choose from.
Li Ming had looked over the gowns and had asked a sweet young girl named Yue Yan to choose for her. Li Ming would rather die than chose the gown to be raped in.
For that's what it was to be. Rape. She had been sold to the highest bidder and now she was to be raped by Mr. Chen. She didn't blame her father – this was her lot in life. She was a girl and her brothers needed wives – the price had been Li Ming.
She had been given white face powder and red lipstick and she awaited Mr. Chen in the vast chambers. The entire room was colored red. Red was a very important color in Chinese culture. Red meant good luck, a bright future, and was always used in wedding ceremonies.
Li Ming thought it looked too much like blood. Li Ming waited patiently and Mr. Chen arrived shortly. He had been speaking to his assistant Shen when he saw Li Ming bathed in the harsh red light. He immediately thought of her and little else. Shen disappeared.
Chen nodded to her and settled down on a small settee. "Disrobe, little lotus."
The lotus was the cornerstone of Asian flower culture. The lotus blossom represent four virtues: scent, purity, softness, and loveliness. It was a delicate and spiritual flower and to use it was almost mocking the young girl.
He uncrossed his legs and waited. Li Ming's first response was to shake her head and say no, but that was not possible. She unbuttoned the long red robe and it settled at her feet in a soft swish. She stepped out of her small black shoes and she shook her hair so that it fell around her body.
Chen nodded. She was a lovely young thing. She was of a small stature probably no more than 5 feet 1 inches tall. She was slender with no rounded hips and tiny breasts. Her long hair covered her upper body and her pubic hair was dark brown and curled.
"Come here little lotus." Chen motioned to Li Ming and as she approached him he unbuttoned his trousers. His cock came forward. It was slightly limp and pale white.
Li Ming stood before him not sure of what to do. She was shocked. She had never seen a man's cock before.
"Kneel." She did as she was told and kneeled before him.
His hand came out sharply to cup her head. He said nothing and Li Ming struggled at first. She didn't know what was expected of her and then she knew. She wanted to struggle and kick him, bite him – anything so that he would release her. And then what? Where would she go? What would she do?
His cock looked so white springing from the black pants and Li Ming took it into her small white hands.
Chen nodded again. Li Ming touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his shaft. She looked up expectantly to Mr. Chen.
He had settled back in his chair and Li Ming took the head of his cock into her mouth. She had never done anything like this and she felt wanton and evil. She felt like a whore. She knew this was a wrong thing but she was a concubine now. She was Mr. Chen's whore.
She swirled her tongue around his cock and Mr. Chen moaned lightly. This must be good. She pretended he was a piece of candy or something large that she would have to suck on for a long time. Would she have to do this for a long time, she wondered.
His hand remained passively on her head as she continued to tongue and suck him. Li Ming wondered about her family in Yunnan and felt herself growing wet and warm in a place she had never done so. Well, except that one time.
She had remembered that time her father had caught her and her cousin Zi playing in the mud. Zi had always been considered a beauty and she had been a few years older. She had stroked Li Ming's budding breasts and had kissed her once on the mouth.
Li Ming had laughed and had been about to kiss her back when her father had found them and flown into a rage. Li Ming had never seen Zi again.
The cock inside her tight mouth was growing large and thick and Li Ming had trouble swallowing it whole. She kept trying to move up and down the long length but it choked her. She tried to do the right thing but Mr. Chen kept forcing her down again onto his thick cock.
She tried to do her best and continued to suck his thick cock and swirl her tongue around his meat. She seemed to be doing well because Mr. Chen was moaning into the room and arching his hips into her mouth. Li Ming didn't know if this was a good sign until he suddenly erupted and his thick cream coated her throat and then flung itself onto her face, shoulders and naked breasts. Li Ming looked up at Mr. Chen.
"Well done little lotus." Chen said as he looked at the young girl on her knees before him. His cock settled itself between his legs and he motioned the girl to stand before him. She struggled to stand up and she wiped away his cream from her body with her silk dress from the floor
"Spread your legs." He told her as she stood before him. Her slim legs parted as his hand felt between her. She put her hand upon his shoulder to steady herself.
