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I was minding my own business. Legs moving, arms pumping, music jamming, lungs working, I was feeling alive and loving it. I always felt this way when I was working out.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a guy hoping onto the machine beside me. A flash of black tattoos on his forearm, turned by head in his direction. In just that simple glance I found myself stunned as the treadmill went on without me. A few brief seconds, I barely manage to recover my dignity and pretend like I meant to almost fall of the treadmill. After that I quickly lowered my speed, and took deep calming breaths to lower my heart rate also. Whether it was my speed or my reaction to his good looks, the jury was still out on that verdict. The simple fact was the guy next to me was a pure and total babe. A bad ass, bad boy babe. The type that lonely housewives and single women became addicted read romance novels over.

Over six feet tall with skin tanned from riding a Harley, well I he looked like a Harley man. He had several tattoos, that I could make out peeking out of his tank from the corner of my eye, but he ones on both his forearms were the most noticeable. With loose knee length workout shorts, he had enough of his body on display to make me sweat a bit harder than just from my workout. Seeing those broad shoulders, bugling biceps and lean muscular calves, I found myself once again at the end of the treadmill belt. Glancing around making sure not one had seen my folly again, I pushed myself to move up towards the control panels to lower my speed further.

The most interesting part of him was his face. Full suck-able lips, eyes the color of the sky on a bright summers day, an once elegant nose, bearing the history of a break that never was set right, sporting a noticable bump in the brigde. An earlobe with a single diamond stud, I don’t know if both ears were pierce since I was only glancing at his profile. Topped off with long silky blonde hair that was pulled back into a thong ending between his shoulder blades.

Definitely a bad boy, in my book, one that any woman wouldn’t mind chance to make good. For me however, he was best admired from afar. Which for me meant, I simple pretended he doesn’t existence, even if I’m aware of every breath he takes, and every move he makes, I’ll be watching him.

So getting myself under control, after filling up my fantasy tank on Mr. Bad Boy, with plans to fodder my day dreams with him, I turned up my speed and my music and went back to losing myself in my thoughts. Mr. Bad Boy was soon forgotten for now, as the treadmill and I raced nowhere.

In a corner, out of the way of the major flow of the gym, covered with sweat, my shirt, sticking to my back, I gracefully collapsed down onto the mat and began stretching my legs. I moved slowly and graceful from warrior into cobra positions, letting my breathe slowly lead me into my stretches. In the middle of a relaxing yoga move, while enjoying my peaceful solitude, I heard a nearby male voice say, “You really good at that.”

With an arch eyebrow and a half smile I turned to give some a thank you and found sky blue eyes watching me as Mr. Bad Boy did push ups beside me on the mat.

“Thanks.” I said, not sure of what else to say, tearing my eyes away from his bugling biceps. I lowered my head down to my knees, trying to gather my scatter wits and decide on what position to move into next, with him watching my every move. Still unsure, I straighten up to a sitting position and moved into some basic stretches.

“You run a lot? I noticed the shirt your wearing.” Mr. Bad Boy asked as he turned around and began doing situps. The man was not even breathing hard. The shirt in question was an old shirt I got last spring from a benefit 5K race. I hadn’t run the whole thing, but I hadn’t walk it either. Not bad for a seasonly excisers.

“Uh, not really, just when the mood hits, or I get signed up for a good cause.” Deciding it would not kill me to talk to him. He was just being friendly.

With a small laugh, he said, “That’s how I am. When the mood hits. Like being stressed out or just needing to think.”

Stopping on what had to be his one hundered and ninety-seven situp, he wiped his hand off on his towel before extending it out toward me. “Josh Kruse, by the way.”.

“Katherine Johnston,” I said noticing how long is fingers were, and how firm his grip was on my hand. “Most people call me Kat for short.”

My fingers started tingling and the sensation move up my arm from his where his hand touched mine.

Okay, I thought to myself trying to calm down the body that was taking move from this than just a hand shake. One he’s just being nice; two, your probably not his type; and three, you’ll only get hurt in the long run.

“Nice to meet you.” he said casually with a quiet grin.

With a tense smile I rose from the mat. “Nice meeting you too. Okay I’m finish here.” Glancing around for anything I might be leaving, not really wanting to look into his face, for fear of what I might find. Muttering, “Have a nice day.” I turned, walking quickly to the nearest exit, feeling his eyes watching my backside as I retreated, to I was to chicken to turn around.

The next day, I was back at the gym, around the same time as the day before. A small part of me hoping to run into Mr. Josh “Bad Boy” Kruse again.

Five minutes into my workout, he entered, nodding a greeting my way, before jumping onto the treadmill beside mines. For the next thirty five minutes we jogged together. Actually his was thirty minutes, but I waited until he was through.

Getting off, he greeted me going through the usually, hellos, how are you’s. And me responding in the same.

Now came the test. Would he go to weights, while I headed for the mats, or would he follow me?

My heart leapt as he followed, taking the greeting ritual to another level. Small talk. Through sit ups, push ups, dips, and stretching we talked. This time he did not permit me to run out on him, but instead walked with me to the parking lot.

“Hey, you want to go out sometime?” he asked, nearly stopping my heart in shocked excitement. Just as quickly it came, the initial excitement died, as I thought about all the games of phone tag that would go probably end nowhere. If he wanted me, he was going to have to work for me.

Narrowing my eyes in challenge, keeping my voice light and cool, “Sure, I would like to go out. Do you have a time in mind?

With a casual shrug, “How about tonight? A nice restaurant for dinner?”

Hhhmmm, tonight, huh? Nice restaurant? What was this man getting at?

After a brief period of thinking and still having no answers, I handed over my card. “Sure. Here’s my number. You can all me to work out the detail.”

“Here, I’ll give you one of my cards.” Heading to a cherry red Cobra mustang, parked a few spaces away, he unlocked the door, reached in and produced a small card. Handing me a holographic card, reading Josh Kruse, CEO of Amadis.

“What’s Amadis?” Curious that this Mr. Bad boy was CEO of something.

“It’s my software gaming company. Ever heard of Merlin’s Quest, or Psych Ward; those are computer games my company designs.” Pride was evident in his voice as he spoke.

“Cool.” I was impress. Mr. Badass, was handsome, intelligent, and well off, not a bad combo package. “Wish I could say I do something fascinating, but I’m just a teacher.”

His eyebrows raised in amazement. “Wow. I am impress. Couldn’t do what you do for nothing. I remember what a little shit head I was in school and all the torture I put my teachers through. Okay, here’s my number, my home phone number is on the back. Cell and office on the front. I’ll call you around three to verify.”

We stood there unsure of what to do next. Him, just standing, leaning against his car looking at me in my sweaty outfit, with wet hair sticking to my face, and me just standing there looking back at him. Finally I just manage to move, breaking the spell he had over me.

“It’s getting hot out here. I better get going, so I can shower. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” With that I turned and began walking towards my car.

“Okay. Talk to you then. Bye.” I heard him from behind as he entered his car.

I watched him as he manuevered his car out of the lot, his manner confident and easy. Then I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. My make up free freckled caramel brown face was shiny and wet from sweat, still rolling down my forehead in droplets. My hair was covered with a faded sweat soaked scarf and the little that showed was plastered to my face. Simple brown eyes stared back at a average looking face, not ugly, but not gorgeous, simple pretty. I was not athletic, healthy was more like it. A good healthy size girl, with big busted, slighty rounded belly, and wide hips. Remembering again at the lean white tiger of a man that just asked me out, I sat staring for a while longer trying see what he saw in this plain tabby cat looking back at me.

At exactly three o’clock he called. We repeated the greeting ritual, then talked about possible restaurants options. With him finally successfully manuveuring me to agree to some little non franchised place with great Italian food. With that figured out we came to the question of transportation. Did I want to drive myself or did I want to have him pick me up? Taking a risk, I gave him my address, and agreed to a time.

“I’ll see you then.” Were his parting words that had me grabbing a pillow to muffle my screams of excitement.

It took approximately four hours and twelve minutes to get dress. Most of that time, was spent with me trying on every sred of clothing I possessed in my closet, to finally settle on my favorite skin tight jeans, a nice white silk blouse and a pair of gold mules. The rest of the time was spent on making myself feel like a million bucks. I gave a fourth pray of thanks for the emergency beauty shop appointment I managed to grab earlier in the day.

At seven o’clock I dumping all the essential items needed into a small purse for this date, when I heard a knocked at my door. With my heart racing in anticipation, I moved quickly, closing the door of my bedroom to hiding the huge mess of clothes, shoes, and makeup I would have to deal with later. Checking myself one more time in the hall mirror, I opened the door and was blown completely away.

Mr. Bad Boy was looking mouth watering fine. If I thought he looked good in the gym, he looked super deluxe good now. Wearing hip hugging jeans, white shirt, black cowboy boots, and a black sports jacket. He looked like he was here for a beefcake calendar photo shot, instead of date.

His gazed traveled down my body, taking in every detail with intense interest stopping at my fire engine red painted toenails, then raising his eyes up to my face he gave me a slow suductive smile in approval.

His smile almost made me slam the door in his face, fighting down the need to hide under my bed. A gorgeous man smiling like that, could do real damage to a girl’s heart.

“Hi.” My voice sounded loud and strained, making me wince mentally. Remember cool and collect, make him work for you. I realized now, I would going to need a lot of personal pep talks to make it through this date in one piece.

“Hi.” he responded, pulling a bouquet of red tipped yellow roses from behind his back.

“Oh!” I squealed in surprised delight. Yes, I squealed. Some girls get flowers all the time, I’m not one, so for me this deserved a squeal. Damn! I should have slammed the door in his face and hid under my bed.

Taking the flowers, I motioned him into my humble abode, while I dashed into the kitchen to put the roses in water.

In the living room he admired at my collection of art work, photos and nick knats. “Very nice place you got. I see you’ve traveled to Rome, Paris, London, New York, and this one of you at…?”

Peering from out of the kitchen at what he was looking at. “Oh, that’s at Disney World.”

“I see you enjoy traveling.”

Having found a decent home for my roses, I walked out of the kitchen. “Yeah, I want to go to Morocco next. But that still in the planning phase.” I said with a wistful sigh. “Okay I’m ready.”

Walking towards me I could not help but to admire the smooth grace of the man and his crotch region.”I hope your hungry?”

Feeling a bit flirty with a smirk on my lips, I replied. “Depended on what it is? I suddenly have a craving for a thick meaty sausage. Do you think that’s on the menu?” There, top that one.

With my back to him as I locked my apartment door, he leaned forward. His body inches from mine, he replied in a low husky voice near my ear, that sent tiny temors of desire coursing down my back, not just from his warm breath on my neck, but from the words he spoke, “Whatever you desire.”

Hiding my blush, I declared a cease fire.

The Italian place was packed with a long wait for tables. There was an Middle eastern restaurant a little ways down that I knew was good, so we headed over there.

I had forgotten two major things about this particular restaurant. One, was you sat on the floor and two, they had belly dancers that moved through the dining area shaking their hips right at diners head level.

For the next two hours we talked, laughed, and snorted. I snorted, it kind of snuck out, when he tried to prove his manhood by eating a particular very hot and spicy dish. His face turned a very interesting shade of red, with him diving for water. The infamous snort escaped while mixed in with my peals of laughter as I collapsed in my cushion.

“Ha, ha, Ha.” He muttered between gulps of water and gasping air to cool his mouth. His face was no longer red, but a hot pink.

Narrowing his eyes at my opening grinning face, “You’ll get yours my pretty. You’ll get yours.” he said, in an decent imitation of the wicked witch of the west voice.

If I’d known how soon I was going to get mines, I would not have rubbed his folly in so merrily. The belly dancer who was working the room and dancing for each table, had finally reached ours. And just as I feared, she wanted to stand, so she could teach me how to gyrate my hips.

At first I pretended like I did not understand what she wanted. Unfortunately Josh decided to become her co-partner in crime. With an un-gentleman like shove he had me up on my feet, receiveing a glare full of daggers for his assistance.

“Come, come.” Her heavily accented voice dripping from her lips as she waved me forward. “Let me show you how to keep your man smiling for days.”

The blush that appeared at those her words, almost matched Josh’s previous scarlet color. For five minutes I was shown how to wiggle my hips, roll my stomach, and shimmied for all I was worth, with Josh grining all the while as the audience called out and clapped encouragement. It wasn’t that bad, and several times, I made Mr. Bad Boy grin fall, as his eyes darken and intensify with his body going still as if memerized, by the sway of my hip in his direction. A woman’s charm is a powerful thing.

When I finally was allowed to sit down, to the great applause of the other diners, he leaned forward. His breath caressing my face, “Your very good at that. Maybe you could teach me, with some private lessons.”

The cease fire was over. Blushing again, as my heart sped up a bit, and my stomach tighten, a the heated promise in his voice I chose to leave his comment alone. For now, that is.

Our evening winded down over wine, at a quiet cheese and wine bar. Sitting at a secluded table in the dimly lit, jazz filled bar, I felt relaxed and mellow, causing the flow of our conversation to flow its natural course. We talk about our lives, our past, our present, our dreams for the future, politics, careers, friends, and other things that caught our interest.

I learned that he had hard beginning, born in a small “hick” town, dirty poor. He was blessed smart, but angry. Got in trouble alot leading to him getting kicked out of school and into the juvenile boot camp for young criminal offenders. At seventeen a counsler at the boot camp he was attending, kicked him in his ass, and onto the right track. Helping him find his love of computers and art as a way to work out his anger. Josh, got back into school, worked overtime to catch up and graduate high school. Went to college for computer graphics and animation, got in with some cool guys and started his business.

Compared to his life story, my sounded a bit dull and boring. Two parents, two siblings, a dog, a house, a good student, graduated high school, graduated college, became a teacher, and everyone’s happy.

He would not let me get away with that simple biography. Probing and pushing with questions he found those little details that mades one life interesting. The fact that I enjoyed painting and grew vegetables, that crazy stories of from teaching. As the night progress, I realized that me made me feel special, that my life wasn’t drab, but full of life and wonder.

Sitting there gazing into those heavenly blue eyes, it hit me like a fully loaded eighteen wheeler. I had completely and utterly fallen for Mr. Josh “Bad Boy” Kruse, on our first date. Too late to hide under the bed now. He was in, and I just prayed it would not hurt me to much when he left out.

For the next several months we were in regular daily contact. Meeting up at the gym, going out on a dates, or talking over the phone, when our lives were to hetic for anything else. And when we ran out of things to say to each other, we were just happy in each other company.

It was hard at first, not just for me, but for every one around us. We got plenty of strange and sometimes hostile looks when we were out together. In truth I did not blame them for the curious glances, a quiet very curvy, or as my mother says very healthy looking, conservative black woman out with a tall, lean, goregous long haired white guy with an air of aggressive confidence about him, I would look too, which I did often, when I caught our reflection in storefront windows. Opposites was most definitely us.

We had been seeing each other for five months straight. He had giving me his house key so I could check up on his place while he was gone out of town for a convention. I had been to his house several times over the past several months. But this was my first time entering it without him around.

The convention trip was a last minute thing that his partner suddenly could make, due to illness. His home reflected the haste in which he left. Without thought, I suddenly found myself mopping, sweeping, washing dishes, and vaccumming. It had started with me taking the trash out, wiping up a spill, and then it tooka life of its own. Before I knew it I was washing his bed sheets and underwear. It’s a sickness I tell you, a sickness. When I finally ran out of things to do, I found myself laying in his freshly bed missing him terribly. One minute I was examining the emptiness in my heart, the next second I was dreaming.

Something was crawling on my neck. Still half asleep, I raised my hand and brushed it away. Only to find it was large and hairy. Jerking away, crying out in repulsion, I swatted at it as I dove off the bed onto the floor.

Laughter rained down on me as I found myself on the floor looking up into Josh’s laughing sky blue eyes. “Well, sleeping beauty is awake.”

“What are you doing here?” Still trying to catch me breath, a bit peeved at him, for scaring me awake.

Rolling his eyes just to annoy me further, “I live here, last time I checked.” As he leaned forward to pull me up off the floor and onto the bed, beside him.

“You know what I mean. Your home early.” Noticing that his usually immaculate slacks were wrinkled and his shirt was in the same wrinkled state, a minus the tie, with the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing the tattoos on his forearm.

Great-grandfather and grandfather had been dedicated Nationalists and had escaped to Taiwan just ahead of Mao’s Communists when Chiang Kai-shek lost the civil war. The family had to start over, although great-grandfather had been smart enough to shift much of the family money from Shanghai banking houses to the Bank of Hong Kong after World War II, long before they had to flee the mainland.

By the time Li reached adulthood, the family was doing well in the import-export business. However, she wanted to be more than just a daughter of the house and possibly bait to lure executive talent into the family firm. She had been spotted by a man who claimed to be a scout for a modeling agency in Tokyo. Her parents forbade her to go, so as girls throughout history have done she went anyway.

The firm in question was semi-legitimate in that they did provide models for trade shows, exhibitions, and print and TV advertising. However, their real business was providing “pillow geisha’ to visiting Western businessmen. Even here, Li had been lucky.

One of these visitors fell for her and brought her to Los Angeles on a student visa, promising to marry her after she established residency. The relationship had fallen apart when she discovered her rising film executive had a Caucasian wife and no intention of leaving her. Further, that exec had a split personality. By day he was in the vanilla side of the movie business, but by night he was a sex film financer. The breakup left Li in a precarious position.

Not daring to ask for government help and unwilling to approach the Chinese community in L.A. because of the disgrace it would bring to her family, she looked for other solutions. The money she had saved did not go far or last for long. Eventually she had to approach contacts she had made via her ex-lover in the erotic film industry.

Li took up with a porno director. He agreed to take care of her if she’d do interracial porn and give him most of what she made. She played supporting parts in eight or ten of his movies under a stage name and was being groomed for starring roles (”Does that bother you?” she asked. “No,” I admitted, “it excites me, to be honest”) when the director had gotten in over his head in a poker session half a year before and put Li and her services up as collateral in the game Burry had won. St. Edmonds had taken possession of her and brought her to New York.

She had tried to make the best of it and become his mistress; but while Burry put up a bluff, studly man-of-the-world front, that’s all it was: a bluff. He treated her decently at first, but apart from copping a feel or fingering her once in awhile, he did not treat Li as a beautiful, hot-blooded woman expects to be treated.

One night she slipped into Burry’s bed and tried to get him to ravish her. Despite her best efforts with hands, tits, tongue and lips, she couldn’t get his dick to stir. Burry’s response to her attentions was to beat her half to death and threaten to kill her if she ever told anyone about it. Burry St. Edmonds had a deep, dark secret, one Li had inadvertently learned: He could not get it up even with the help of drugs.

It seemed he’d lost a pile of money in an illegal high stakes game and hadn’t paid his debt fast enough to suit the gangster holding his IOU. Two enforcers from the Five Families had kicked the hell out of St. Edmonds, inflicting massive damage to the nerves that control the penis. He could piss with it, but that was all. The nerve damage was irreversible. His cock had been rendered totally and permanently flaccid.

Burry reduced Li to the status of housemaid, always displayed to his guests and visitors as a sex object but never touched by him except with a cat o’ nine tails in his study. He lashed her and used the handle as a dildo on her when the mood took him. He used flagellation as compensation for his impotence.

And now Li belonged to me. She settled back, her lips and her legs slightly parted, ready for whatever I might want of her.

Continuing to caress her, I thought about what she had told me. What I was feeling could not possibly be what the thought lurking in the back of my mind hinted at. I mean, we’d only known each other for a day! Still…

I reached over to the drink I was still holding and fished out an ice cube. Li closed her eyes. As always, her nipples were hard little buttons, a feature of hers I found tremendously erotic, hinting as it did of her sensuous nature. The ice cube left a trail of moisture as I tormented her tits, her gasp of surprise at the unexpected chill of the ice yielding to a small hiss of pleasure as her nips puckered from the cold and erected further in response to my touch. I played with them for a minute, feeling Li squirm under my hand. As the ice trailed down her belly toward her crotch, I leaned over and took a nipple between my teeth, pulling up, forcing it to lengthen. Li cried out at the sudden pain, then moaned as my mouth warmed the hard nubbin. She took hold of the other nipple, pinching it between her fingernails and twisting as she pulled on it, pleasurable pain contorting her face.

“Ohhh… ohh… ohh… don’t stop… hurts so good. Suck “em hard, bite “em… please…”

My jaw relaxed a bit and I leaned forward to get a little slack on her breast. It was the work of a moment to suck the aureola as well as the nipple into my mouth and while continuing to suck on her boob, lock down with my teeth and pull her tit taut again. Li’s free hand clutched at my head, her red nails biting into my scalp as I ground my teeth from side to side, the tendons standing out in her neck as she arched her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut to hold back the cry of mixed pain and delight.

“Aieeh… ohhh… aaahhh… please…. hurt me… yesss… bite my tits… like that… oh, so good… yesss…”

Her pleading and reactions would have aroused a marble statue, which I certainly was not. Continuing to torment her boobs, I tried to work my hand with the melting ice cube under the thong panty Li was wearing. It fit like a second skin and I could not get at her pussy. Irritated, I set the ice on her belly button, grabbed a handful of fabric and ripped. The thong tore away in my grasp. I flung it aside, picked up the ice again and began to tease her clit.

I rubbed the length of her clitoral shaft, the warmth from her body melting the ice wherever it touched her. Her hips rose under my hand, wanting more contact between us. A tremor passed through her as I parted her pussy lips and shoved what was left of the ice cube inside before my blunt fingernails began to dance on “the little man in the boat,’ my nails sending jolts of sexual electricity through her.

“Ohh… oohhhh, I’m cumming… cumming now… cumming… yesss!” she whimpered, the pitch rising as she climaxed, water and pussy-juice oozing from her slit. He head fell back against my legs. Shifting my position, I released her tit, got my right arm under her silky thighs and my left under her shoulders and with a powerful drive of my legs managed to stand. Her arms went around my neck, her lips seeking mine with hot little kisses calculated to drive a man insane with lust.

“I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Fill my pussy and make me your whore! Give me your cock! Pound me like an animal! I want you to use me! Please, fuck me hard!”

By this time we had gone from the sitting room to the bedroom. I set Li down on the bed on her back, her firm ass just hanging over the side. She raised her legs and grabbed her heels, pulling her exquisitely formed legs up, out and back, her labia spreading to show the entrance to her pussy glistening pink, dripping with her juices, fully aroused and ready for my cock.

“Take me,” she begged. “I need it! Take your slut! Fuck me hard!”

I shed everything I was wearing in seconds. Stepping in between Li’s legs, her cunt positioned at the ideal height for the monster from my pants to split , I mounted my eager Chinese doll, forcing my way past the opening she was clenching tight in her desire to have it filled. She screamed with pleasure as I sank home into her liquid depths, relaxing her pussy to let me penetrate her as far as I could, whimpering as my balls slapped her ass.

“Eeeehh! Yes! Like that!” she sighed happily. “Fuck me! I want to pleasure you! Don’t worry about me! Fuck me like the bitch I am! Hard as you can! Give me your beautiful cock! Fuck my cunt! Take me! Use me!”

I needed no urging. My rock-hard cock slid in and out of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my balls slapped her buttocks with every stroke. Her legs came down to wrap around me, her stiletto-clad heels pressing down, trying to cram even more of me into her fuck-tunnel. He nails scored my back, leaving furrows in my skin as she pulled my head down to her hotly seeking mouth, groaning with unbridled lust, urging me to screw her without mercy or letup, wanton and wanting, needing my swollen cock to fill her up and assuage the burning need driving her, eager to climax and to feel me explode inside her and validate her reason for being in my bed.

I felt her pussy rippling around me as Li sought to give me the most pleasure she could. She was skilled in the arts of lovemaking, no doubt of it. The rhythmic milking of my prick was an exquisite pleasure bordering on pain as I rode my slut. There was no doubt in my mind that she “was” my slut. Her green eyes were on me, watching my face as she did things to me, noting what I liked and what I didn’t, wanting to please me in bed now and later, not worrying about her own pleasure but only about mine. Her breathing deepened and a sexual flush colored her breasts despite her concentration on my needs. I wasn’t about to ignore hers.

I leaned in and got a nipple between my teeth, pulling and biting down a little. She yelped, but as the erotic bite overrode her initial pain reaction, she moaned deep in her throat.

“No, it’s I who is to pleasure you! Don’t worry about me! Do what you want to me, it doesn’t matter if I reach the peak or not!” She writhed under me but didn’t attempt to break the hold my teeth had on her tit.

I grabbed a handful of her raven mane and pulled sharply on it. She moaned again, but never stopped fucking me back, her hips rocking against mine, meeting my thrusts as I pillaged her red-hot depths.

“Tell me what you want,” I ordered.

“I want you to cum in me,” she gasped. “I want to feel you cum in my pussy! I want your seed inside me! I want your cum in me!”

“Do you want to cum?” I demanded. “Tell me, Li!”

“Oh yes! I want to cum on your beautiful hard cock! Oh, so good! I’m close! But I mustn’t! It’s for me to pleasure you! Ohhh…”

“I want you to cum for me, Li,” I said. “Say it!”

“I want to cum,” she whispered.

“Say it again!”

“I want to cum!”

“Again!”

“I want to cum! I want to cum! Please!”

I took her other nipple in my mouth and bit as I pulled on her hair, simultaneously getting a finger onto her clit and rubbing it roughly. She reacted.

“AIEEAH!” Li screamed as she locked her legs around me, thrusting herself up for the deepest penetration I could give her. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, as tight as she clamped her vagina around my cock. Her cunt muscles had a seizure as she lost control of her body. The climax that had been building in my balls erupted like Old Faithful, my load shooting spasmodically into her in time with her pussy squeezes. I didn’t thrust but only pressed relentlessly into her as what felt like gallons of cum spurted out into her hungry cunt. After a time where time stopped, that felt like an eternity even though it could only have been seconds, Li’s limbs slackened and fell limp on to the bed. Barely able to stand, I eased out of her and crawled up beside her, for the moment, spent. I joined her in the sleep of the well-fucked.

When we awoke after a half-hour nap (I’m not a teenager who can play football all afternoon and then fuck all night, after all) I told Li that she should dress for dinner; not formal, but suitable for the office. She insisted on cleaning me up, first with her tongue and then with a damp towel. My cock awoke from its nap as she sucked on it, but rather than instigate a session that might disappoint her, something I didn’t want to do, I pulled her to her feet. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her gently, running my hands over her luscious body, reassuring her that I wasn’t angry. I helped her back into her dress and told her I’d knock for her in an hour. I called Waters and told him when dinner would be. I knew he would make sure the cook (who is not a live-in, by her choice) had something ready for us then.

When I knocked on Li’s door, she was dressed in a simple white blouse and black skirt, still wearing her pumps. I frowned.

“You do not like what I am wearing, sir?” she asked.

“I take it your wardrobe is limited,” I said. “Should I send a messenger to pick up your things from St. Edmonds?”

Her face hardened. “There is nothing there I need to see again,” she said. “I took all the valuables I had with me and all the decent clothing too.”

“Then tomorrow you and I shall spend some time shopping for you,” I said. “If you are going to be my mistress, I must see to it that you have a proper wardrobe.”

Over her momentary snit, Li flowed into my arms. I let my hands wander over her and she wriggled with pleasure.

“How “proper’ is proper, sir? I have always thought that if a woman is wearing clothes that do not make a man imagine what she looks like under them and want to get her out of them and into his bed, she is failing in her duty to her lover. A woman should make herself desirable.”

“I’m sure we can find some things that meet that standard while still being decorous,” I said with a chuckle. Li had unwittingly echoed my own opinion on women’s fashions. I offered her my arm and we went down to dinner.

Waters perceived the subtle change in Li’s and my relationship the moment we walked in, though he said nothing about it as he want about serving the meal. Afterwards, when Li had retired to her room, he looked the question at me. That man can say more with a tilt of his head and a quirk of his eyebrows than most politicians can say in a campaign speech.

“Miss Li will be staying, then,” he observed as he poured more coffee.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Please have the car ready tomorrow morning. We’ll be going shopping. Li needs a new wardrobe more appropriate than what she brought with her.”

“If I may be so bold as to say so, sir, that would be wise. It’s one thing for a woman to have sexually provocative attire in her wardrobe. It is something else again for a woman’s wardrobe to consist of nothing else. May I suggest that we make an appointment with one of the better salons?”

“We place ourselves in your capable hands, Waters. Let me know at what time we will be leaving the house.”

“Very good, sir.”

I retired to my bedroom, intending to have a quiet brandy and go to sleep. I found my bed already occupied. Li was waiting for me, naked between the sheets. Her hair was spread upon the pillows and she toyed with a strand of it, brushing the hairs over her nipples, teasing herself into readiness to receive her lover.

“I have been waiting for you,” she said. “I have been long without a man. Please come to bed and let me pleasure you.”

“Li, I am not made of iron,” I said. “Today has been stressful, despite our coming together. What I really need to do is sleep. Just sleep.”

Li smiled and swung her legs out of my bed. Tired as I was, my cock still responded to her. She saw but paid no mind to it. She patted the mattress.

“Lie down, then. I know what you need. I will rub your back and help you to relax.”

I took off my clothes and laid on the bed, face down. Li settled down over my hips and massaged me. Starting at my shoulders, she worked her way down my back and arms, her hands loosening the tension and leaving a feeling of contented lassitude behind them. The bed creaked as she shifted position to work on my legs and I felt myself beginning to drift, my cares and worries forgotten. Li took me by the shoulders and turned me over. She continued the massage down my front, rubbing my pecs and my abdominal muscles as she moved down my body. I felt as if I was glowing all over.

Warmth engulfed my penis and I felt it expanding and lengthening in arousal. I opened my eyes.

Li’s head was bobbing up and down over my cock, her saliva shining along the shaft as she sucked me to fullest erection. She saw me looking at her. A hand replaced her mouth as she stared into my eyes, a pleased smile on her face.

“It is my place to pleasure you. Just lie back and let me take you inside me. It does not matter if I cum or not. I’ll do everything, my darling. Just enjoy me,” she whispered.

She moved up my chest and positioned herself, her knees outside my hips. Leaning back, she impaled herself on me, sighing as she sank down onto my rod. She began to move up and down on my prick, her hands resting on my chest as she rode me. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut as she concentrated on her fucking.

“Oh yes… oh yes… you fill me, my love. Such a beautiful cock. Don’t hold back. Just let go. Give me your cum. Don’t restrain yourself. Just let go. I love your cock in my pussy. Go on. Fill me with your sperm. I want you to,” she cooed. “Give it to me. Just let go…”

My body responded to Li’s urgings. My buttocks flexed and my hips drove up to meet her downward thrusts, instinctively seeking to bury my cock deep into this willing woman. Her skilled pussy muscles worked on the rigid shaft that split her cunt lips and forced its way into her womb. Her nipples jutted out, as swollen with hot blood as the cock that sought its release inside her welcoming vagina. I felt it coming, irresistible.

“Aaah… oh, God…. Cumming! Take it, Li! Take it!”

“Yes, my love! Let it go! I want it! Now, darling! Now!”

I felt my cock jerk inside my wench as I climaxed, spurting inside her in that moment of exquisite release that you wish could last forever. Li hadn’t reached orgasm, but as she let me slip out of her and lay on my chest, I saw an enigmatic smile on her face. I reached to stroke her hair and slid into sleep in mid-caress.

Bladder pressure awoke me several hours later. Li was curled in the crook of my arm, one leg thrown across my thighs, a cat-who-lives-in-the-creamery look on her face. As I slid out of bed to take care of business, I noticed that my penis had been carefully cleaned of its coating of love-juices. Whether Li had used a facecloth or her tongue and mouth, it was a mark of esteem and respect on the part of my lover. There was more to her feelings for me than the sense that she’d gotten a ticket on the gravy train. When I came back to bed I gathered her into my arms. Without waking, she sighed and cuddled into my chest, those lovely hard nipples dragging over my skin. I cupped one of her tits and still caressing her, dozed off again. Pleasant dreams followed, featuring Li submitting to anything I wanted to do with her.

The telephone rang at 8 AM the next morning. Li started awake, fright in her eyes until she remembered where she was. I looked at the flashing light that indicated which line was in use, punched it and picked up the handset.

“Waters, you were born in Porlock.”

“No, sir, I was born in Grantley. We have an appointment with a renowned atelier at 10 AM. She is reputed to have a temper, so better we should not be late.”

“Very well. Serve in the dining room. We’ll be down shortly.”

” “We,’ sir?”

“Yes, “we”, Waters.”

“Indeed, sir, very good.” I hung up the phone and looked at the Chinese beauty who had declared her feelings the night before. Unable to believe my good fortune, I hugged her for a minute before planting a soft kiss on her lips.

“Much as I’d like to have you, my dear, we have an appointment with a designer at 10. Waters is waiting breakfast on us. Would you like first crack at the shower?”