She was happy, that mattered, and she was drifting on a high cloud. She was inhaling and puffing away blissfully and was hardly aware that the slit-eyed Oriental with her had gently lifted her with his hands under her armpits and settled her down further back towards the center of the bunk. She was aware, however, that she was seated not on a flat mattress now, but on what could be a most uncomfortable length of wood or rubber that was shaped in a triangle running lengthwise from the front of her body between her thighs and away beyond her back. She found she derived a tremendous sensual pleasure from rubbing herself down on that quite sharp edge, she could press down and feel the edge biting up into her cunt-crevice, her panties preventing the apparatus from actually touching her flesh.
She knew Tse Ling was watching her, and yet she didn't care as she rubbed her twat slowly and sensually on the length of the triangle. When the sensation grew more intense between her thighs, she was forgetting to inhale at the weed. The little Oriental was holding the mouthpiece of a slender long stemmed pipe to her lips now, and as she inhaled from this new smoking affair, she felt her head and nostrils fill with the extra sickly sweet pungency from the fumes. The Oriental had his hands on her hips now and was coaxing her to bend forward slightly. She discovered why… as she bent forward so she brought the edge of the triangular ridge against that part of her moist panties that covered her little swelling clitoris. The sensual wakening in that tiny hardening bud could not be described… she had never experienced this sort of sexual feeling quite so accurately nor quite so acutely before.
The Oriental had one arm around her shoulders and was inducing her to relax back, leaning against him. This she was more than willing to do, provided she could keep that pleasure- giving ridge between her thighs, and pressed tightly to her increasingly moist cunt. She made not the slightest protest when she felt his hot hand settle down over her breast. Oh, how good it felt to have a hand gently massaging her tit through her clothing! In her three years of married life with Jack, she had been happy in all ways, never had she desired or looked for the attention of any other man, never had she wanted a man to touch her! She liked to be admired, of course, all women have that desire, but never had she wanted to be touched by anyone other than her loving husband. Now, in the space of a few minutes, everything seemed to have changed. She wanted this horrid looking squat Oriental to embrace her, wanted him to fondle her breasts like this. She was relieved when at last his hand was inside her blouse, the eager clever fingers were insinuating themselves under the cup of her bra. Her large firm tit was snuggled into the yellowish skinned palm, her erecting scarlet nipple was trapped in between his fingers as he cupped her whole breast. He agitated his palm and fingers until her nipple was grotesquely hard and stubby, she writhed herself more tightly down on that pleasure-giving ridge lying lengthwise under her cunt. The tingling sensation she experienced there was the same as she got when she was in bed with Jack, and he had spent several long minutes arousing her ready for their fucking.
She tried to bring her thoughts back into line with stark reality. She had found out enough about this Agency to be more than suspicious of it. She should try and get away now, get back to her waiting husband in the car… things were getting out of hand here… she would have to make her stand now, or it might be too late… As if sensing her sudden brief emotion of fear, or her intention to try and get away, Tse Ling dropped one hand to her waist, he slid his arm around her hips and forced her down harder, so that the ridge of the triangular shaft drove harder along her wet twat forcing her panties to form another lining for her vagina. At the same time he forced her to lean forward so that the ridge played on her clitoris again. This time the hypersensitive clitoris bud throbbed and grew in rapid response to the rubbing of the ridge against its head. Tse Ling smiled happily as he saw this young woman close her eyes, throw her head back, and surrender herself to the thrilling erotic pleasures that were coursing through her from her aroused cunt. When her belly began to jerk, when her hips began to roll slowly, when she began to gasp and writhe as if she was already in the throes of intercourse, the wily sensual Oriental knew that victory was his… as it was always, once he got the feminine victim on this ridged mattress in this little smoking den. He quickly had her blouse pulled up under her chin, her bra was unhooked, and her beautifully full white breasts were joggled into exposure. His yellow fingers rolled her nipples, he kneaded the white flesh of her lush tits while she masturbated herself lewdly and with wild abandon on that rubber ridge on the mattress.
Outside her husband still waited, not with so much patience now, but hoping that when Susan did appear she would have something worth while to report…
Through glazed eyes Susan Bowing saw the grinning Oriental bring something into her line of vision, the like of which she had never seen. It was like a fat banana on a curved wooden handle, but when it was held closer to her face she could see it was a beautifully shaped and carved imitation penis. She watched spellbound as the evil little man carefully adjusted the bulbous head of the dummy prick between her gaping wet cunnylips. Grasping the wooden handle firmly, he thrust the perfect rubbery substitute cock up into Susan's horny hole. His eyes searched her face to see just how much she was going to enjoy this perversion, he wanted to have some idea just how deep into degradation he might be able to pull this delightful white-skinned woman.
Her expression thrilled him. Half-fear, half excitement, she lay waiting to let him thrust more rubber cock into her hungry cunt. The way her slippery dull pink cuntlips clutched at the prick of rubber told him just how hungry she was for a man. He wouldn't waste such lust on a feelingless rubber shaft… he would fuck her himself!
She tried to reach down and clasp the wooden handle, when she felt him withdrawing the head of the rubber prick from her cunt-entrance. She almost swooned with eager anticipation when she heard him mutter, "I'm going to fuck you myself, my dear. That's what you want, isn't it?"
Before he had thrust that teasing, tantalizing rubber prick into her, she would have been able to fight this terrible urge to let him do what he liked to her. But now she was obsessed with the need to have some sort of hump-release. It was so silly, she told herself, she had her husband to take care of her fuck needs. Down in the car not so far away Jack would be waiting for her, why was she being so wickedly tempted as to let this horrid Oriental do to her what only her husband should do, what she only wanted her husband to do. Whatever resolve she was trying to make, whatever summoning up of will-power she was attempting, went by the board when she felt herself turned over and hot lips kissed and caressed her naked asscheeks. The Oriental was giving her wicked little love bites all over her ass and now his hands were clawing her cheeks well apart, and he was tracing that wet tongue of his all along her ass crevice. In some weird lust-inducing way he was tugging at her anus itself. He seemed to be stretching the tight ring by pulling the flesh nearby with his thumbs, and then the horrid little man was poking and pushing his finger at the tight entrance until it slid inside the muscles of the ring of flesh. She found she was pushing her cunt hard down on that raised ridge while the finger worked to and fro in her tight rectum.