We all sat and sipped our drinks, chatting about the weather, her trip, her country and the customs of China. Nobody seemed to be ready to break the ice and get the show on the road.
After about an hour and six drinks had past, Madame Sung asked to hear some music. I obliged by switching on the tapes of some very slow foxtrot music.
"Madame, could I have the pleasure of showing you how we Americans dance?" I asked.
"Ah so! Yes… yes indeed! I have often watched films of American dancing." Reaching out my hand, I drew her up from the couch. As she uncrossed her tiny, beautifully rounded thighs, a flash of dark caught my eye. She wasn't wearing panties! As I drew her firmly against my body, I felt the marvelous softness of her breasts and belly pressed urgently against me.
Moving slowly to the bolero rhythm of the music, I let my power flow into the bulge at my crotch. She gasped softly in my ear and pressed the firm, delicately shaped mound of her mons veneris against the hardness of my coiled cock.
"You have partially satisfied my curiosity. American men are indeed… ah… well-endowed."
By the time the number was over, her breathing had become very erratic and the hard tautness of her nipples against my chest told me she was aroused. I motioned George to dim the light and leave the room. He did.
I poured Madame Sung another drink; a stiff one this time. I sat down beside her on the couch as I handed her the drink and placed my right hand on her thigh. Her only response was a slight catch in her breathing; then a long gulp of her drink, then another which finished the contents. Without a word she lay back in the crook of my arm and opened her thighs slightly.
Boldly, I cupped her full ripe breast with my left hand and eased my fingers along the velvety softness of her inner thigh, caressing the creamy firmness with slow, sensual strokes. As my fingertips glided over the silken softness of her thighs, I slipped my other hand under her dress and clutched the resilient meatiness of her left breast. Her nipple swelled to erect hardness against my palm and she shifted her buttocks to arch upward a bit.
"Ah… Jack," she croaked hoarsely, "my cunnie is wet with desire for your touch… you have nimble and knowing fingers… ahhhh yes, yes…" She gasped with expectant delight as my fingertips eased into the moist crispness of her thick, curly pubic hair. Squeezing her heaving breast to show my own desire, I cupped the soft firmness of her mons veneris and massaged it with slow, deliberate sensuousness, working my fingers deep into the forest of her crisp cunt hair. As I explored this delicious thicket, she opened her eyes even wider.
"Enter me!" she commanded softly. "My cunnie aches for the feel of those knowing fingers…Aaiiii…"
I had slid my forefinger into the fury furrow of her tiny, firm cunt lips. They were swollen and slick with the honey-like excretions welling up from her cunt. The thick, slick juice covered the ridge of her pulsing clitoral shaft as I traversed its thick, swollen length. Just as my fingertips encountered the erect, juice-covered bauble of her clitoris, she lunged and drew my entire finger into the hot, juicy core of her cunt hole.
She shuddered and grunted her delight. "Aiiee… yes… my cunt must have more… deeper… Yes… there!"
I decided it was enough finger-play. She'd come to see and feel cock… big, hard cock. Lithely, I rose and turned up the lights, leaving her there, thighs apart and gasping with desire.
"Strip!" I commanded. "I wish to delight my eyes with your wonderful body in nakedness. Now!"
As if hypnotized, she rose and unzipped the flimsy garment. With a quick shrug it fell in a heap around her feet. Such a lush, sensual nakedness was hard to imagine in such a small body.
Her ripe, firm breasts jutted from her small torso like small, juicy melons, The flat, muscular contours of her stomach blended smoothly downward into the creamy mound of her exquisite belly. A perfect triangle of raven-black pubic hair rode atop the rather large mound of her cunt. Be low and between the ripe fullness of her thighs, two firm, thick cunt lips peeked lasciviously from beneath the curly thicket of cunt hair. With lithe, smooth motions she undulated toward me, her mons lunging lustfully and her breasts moving with heavy, jouncing movements.
She stopped in front of me, reached up quickly and loosened the mass of hair from the secret catch that held it in the sculptured grandeur. Like a black, silken mantle it cascaded down over her smooth, rounded shoulders and hung down below her waist. Whipping her head quickly, she made it twirl and swirl.
"Now, I must have your member… for that is why I came. I must know if the Anglo cock is as glorious as I have heard," she murmured and knelt before me. With quick, deft motions of her tiny fingers, she loosened my slacks, peeled them off, then repeated the operation with my shorts. My cock sprang out like a coiled snake.
"AIIEEE!!" she cried. "It is… ohh, my ancestors… have mercy… such a monstrous, giant organ… Ohhh… mmmm…" The tiny fingers of her left hand flashed out and cupped my swollen ball-sac; those of her right hand clasped the base of my rigid cock, and her tiny mouth attempted to envelope the enormous knob of my cockhead. Her long black hair whipped and lashed the air as she struggled to take my huge organ into her hungry mouth. Reaching down, I buried my fingers deep in the heavy thicket of that raven-black hair and guided her head against my rigid organ.
"Now, you slant-eyed bitch, you're going to suck American cock, baby… open-your hungry mouth… sweetheart… ahh… there! Now, just take it all… yeah! AHHH!" Gradually I forced the head into the tightly stretched circle of her writhing lips, past the sharp little teeth, then eased my cock deep into her throat until I felt my cockhead come to rest against her throat.
"Suck it, you fuck-hungry cunt… take it all and suck! There! Yeah… that's right… faster, faster!" Her head moved back and forth with faster and faster bobbing motions as she savored the thick, hot feel of my huge organ. Faster and faster she lunged, driving her mouth back and forth. Her hands had released my balls and were buried deep in my buttocks, pulling my pelvis toward her pistoning, bobbing head… driving my cock deeper and deeper into that tiny, hungry mouth.
"Ohh God… Jesus… yes, baby, yes… suck, suck, suck…I'm OOOOHHHH… GOD!! Here it comes… take it… Take it all, baby… Her lashing tongue, and voracious mouth had brought the hot, seething stream of thick creamy seed from the base of my scrotum to eruption point. As I loosened the hot cream into the depths of her convulsing mouth she groaned with delight and sucked even harder, milking the last, hot glob into her mouth. As she let my cock slide from her come-covered lips, I noticed it was still rigid. Phenomenal! Furthermore, I was still pulsing with lust! Before I could speculate, Madame Sung leaped high, encircled my waist with her firm thighs and entwined her arms around my neck. She was tiny-I hardly noticed her weight. Her eyes were slits of glittering lust and her mouth was drawn over her gleaming white teeth in a savage grimace of wanton desire.
Hanging on with one arm around my neck, she searched down with her other hand and captured my still-rigid organ in a purposeful grasp. Without a word, she let her ass slide downward and guided my cock into the dripping hotness of her gaping cunt.
As the head of my large cock entered the vestibule of that hot, slick, cunt hole, I knew it wouldn't work. I was simply too big. With curses and screams of frustrations she bounced, squirmed and lunged down savagely in futile attempts to impale herself on the huge shaft of my cock.
"Aiiee… ugghhh… the curse of my ancestors on such a tiny cunt! There! OHHH NO! Help me! Jack! Oh Jack!" she gasped in wild frustration. I lifted her down to the floor and laid her down on her back. Her creamy white thighs lay widespread and the muscles under the velvety skin trembled and jerked with frustration and desire.