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The story of Anna Wong
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Her client's cock was so thick that, riding upon him as
gently as she could, Anna felt a surprised desire to prolong her
pleasure. Her delicate, scented body wriggled onto his penis
with a suppressed yet pointed energy. Clutching at her arms, he
reminded her of how she herself could enjoy a man's arms - with
the feeling that her tiny hands were trying to conquer tree
trunks, that her nails were her only effective weapons. Anna Wong
contemplated her activities of that morning, recalling how she
had come, violently grabbing at and running her hands down Ron's
arm, marvelling at his size and power, She could not do this
here, were she so inclined: the proof lay in Edmund's submissive
manner as he clutched at her, waiting for permission to come.
Nevertheless, she could enjoy her own smooth movements. Her lips
twitched with a sly smile, as her enjoyment shifted: she was
thinking about her payment.
As her subject came to an intense but subdued climax, she
purred quietly, satisfied that her mission was accomplished .
Anna was more pleased than she had anticipated when Edmund -
while she dressed - handed her a Credit Suisse check for $500,
inquiring as to when she would make herself available again.
"Why thank you," she said. "Clotilde can always reach me. I
hope," she paused, a discreet smile dancing across the dainty
mouth which no longer displayed its voluptuous possibilities so
openly, "you enjoyed yourself thoroughly?"
"Good God, yes," he replied, patting her ass in an avuncular
manner. "Do you know, I have never in my travels experienced the
pleasures of an Oriental lady like you. You're the best." he
added, confidentially redundant. Together they walked down the
long flight of stairs to the street. "I would like you to stay
with me for a period of time." he ventured. "Of course." she
replied. A passing cab was hailed.
As the two rode up Shelbourne St., he thought about the
time he had fucked Anna's ass so hard that, while she had begged
for more and wept from her intense satisfaction, she had,
consequently, refused to let him repeat the deed for months,
fearful that he would injure her. The memory of her pleading
buttocks and the ensuing stream of ecstatic vulgarities stiffened
his cock, but he resisted pulling her toward him in the back of
the cab. As he brushed some hair out of her eyes, he considered
the possibility that what she needed tonight was the harsh smack
of his belt on her small round ass.
To be continued......
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