by Mary Jaine
She released me from her warm mouth and licked her way back up to my dripping cock head, lubricant pouring out of me and coating almost the entire length of my steel-hard cock. She licked and grinned at me, then slowly slipped her lips over the end of my cock, her head bobbing as she sucked, drawing me in deeper with every downward motion of her head, until all of my seven inches was in her mouth, her nose brushing the pubic hair at the root of my cock and my head in her throat. She began to work her throat, her throat muscles squeezing me as she gently squeezed my scrotum. She lowly withdrew me from her throat, to suck and lick at my sensitive glans, while I enjoyed the impressive view of her pale creamy back and her taut round buttocks as she bobbed and sucked at me, driving me crazy, my legs trembling as I tried desperately not to come, but I was fighting a losing battle,
"Nia...I'm... Oh God...! I gasped, as I passed the point of no return, and she looked up at me, grinned around me and pumped and squeezed me harder, driving me over the edge. My head swelled and twitched, and as I started to come, she pulled me from her mouth as my spunk jetted out of me, the first pulse hitting her across her lips, the second across her cheek. Six times I shot, each rope of spunk splashing into her beautiful face, until she was drenched in my seed, and I had stopped ejaculating. She popped me back into her mouth to clean the last trickles of spunk bubbling from me, and licked her lips clear of the semen that had dripped down her face, grinning wickedly at me as she did so. I sat down as my legs gave way, handing her something to wipe my spunk from her face and chest.
"That was ...amazing, baby, what brought that on?" I asked when I got my breath back.
Nia gave me that grin again. "Julie told me about it, said I should try it once; apparently men love it. Did you?"
My answer was inarticulate as I grabbed her, making her shriek and giggle as I tickled her. As I touched and rubbed and groped her, her giggles grew less, and her breathing deepened. When I stopped to let her catch her breath, she sat astride me, pushed me flat and kissed me like there was no tomorrow, putting all her considerable talent and inventiveness into it. She began to wriggle and squirm and rub herself against me, and I knew what she wanted me to do.
I pulled her down beside me and kissed her sexy little nipples, pulling the rubbery nubs between my lips to make her gasp and giggle, then licking between her breasts, and continuing down to her navel, tickling her little 'innie' with the tip of my tongue before dragging my tongue luxuriously through the small trimmed heart-shaped patch of pubic hair, loving the feel of the short, soft silky hairs against my tongue, before dipping my tongue into the apex of her slit, into the little furrow between the folds of her vulva where her hooded clitoris lay concealed .
Nia sighed and murmured softly as I gently insinuated my tongue tip into her slit and lightly licked her clitoris, feeling the little bud firming under my tongue, and her lips beginning to swell as her arousal climbed.
The warm scent began to tease me, the delicate, perfume of her arousal tormenting my nostrils and making my mouth water as I suddenly needed to taste her further, feel her against my tongue as I held her and fondled her warm flesh. I moved between her thighs, kissing and nibbling around her vulva, licking her at the apex of her thighs, that soft crease where her thighs met on either side of her pussy, gently biting and licking without touching her labia, making her shift and wriggle slowly, trying to push her vulva against my lips. Nia moaned softly as she moved against me, her need building as I teased and gently tormented her, playing a game we had played many times before.
At last, I needed to taste her more than I needed to play, and my tongue slid between her swollen lips, making her gasp out loud at the sudden invasion, the sensation of my mouth on her, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Her hands cradled my head as she held me against her, my senses filled with the scent and taste of her as I licked and savoured, and she hunched her groin against me as hard as she could, bearing down on my face as I strained against her. I licked her soft spongy little anus, probing with my tongue pointed as I pushed into her, rubbing her clitoris gently with my thumb as I slowly invaded her secret place. I could feel her getting close, her gasps and sighs, her insistent movements against me, the tension in her thighs as they enfolded my head, all told me she was nearing that place, and when I jammed my tongue into her anus as hard as I could, she came with a loud groaning sigh, her back arching as her fluids sprayed out of her, squirting across my face and neck, bathing me in her scent and taste. I kept stabbing my tongue into her while rubbing her clitoris, and her orgasm rolled on and on, the tendons in her thighs like steel wires as she tensed and clamped them around my head, locking me against her as she rode her climax to its end, her breathing coming in a series of hitching groans as each comber of pleasure rolled over her.
Now her knees opened and she slumped back, twitching and shuddering as her orgasm swirled and slowly faded from her, her arms spread wide, totally at peace now, a small satisfied smile on her face as her breathing evened-out and her heart rate returned to normal. I kissed her swollen pussy one last time, making her jump and giggle as she sighed happily, and reached for the wash-cloth to swab my face and neck of her richly-scented ejaculate, burying my face in the cloth for a moment to breathe-in her exciting, delicate, fresh aroma one more time.
I moved up to lie next to her, her arm coming around me as she pulled herself up against me, and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding around against mine as we tasted each other again.
"Mmmm! You taste like me! Do I always taste so nice?" she murmured, a small smile dancing on her lips.
I pulled her close, my hands slipping down to hold her by her delectably taut little buttocks, my cock between us as the effects of her kiss made themselves felt on me.
"Princess, you always taste wonderful! I could eat you every day, and nothing else!" I grinned, and I meant it; she really was delicious!
"Darling Bear, you always know exactly what to say!" she murmured back, a slow, sleepy smile gracing her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself into the crook of my neck, her breathing slowing almost immediately as she slipped into sleep.
I lay for a while, enjoying the feel of her warm silky skin against mine, the tantalising scent of her hair, and the warm, subtle scent complex that always surrounded her, that perfume, aroma, call it what you will, that was uniquely hers, that always said to me 'Nia'; I could have found her if I were blindfolded in a coal-mine at midnight just by following the tendrils of that subtle scent.
When she was deeply asleep, I pulled the covers up over her, and quietly slid out of bed, to take a shower in the main bathroom rather than disturb her by using our own little en-suite shower room, and then go back to doing a little light reading; the criminal careers of some of the most unsavoury looking characters I hope never to meet.
After an hour or so, I called up and ordered some Chinese; I wasn't in the mood to cook, and I didn't think Nia would welcome the idea of dining out, and woke her to have a shower before dinner arrived.
We tacitly agreed to not discuss the papers we'd received earlier over dinner, electing to enjoy our informal meal, chat about friends, upcoming projects, anything except the search for Hu'e.
Once we'd finished, I outlined my immediate plan.
"Princess, I'm going to call this Tang Tao Lieng person in Hong Kong tonight; Thawip made a point of mentioning him, so I think I'd better take the hint. Hopefully he'll be able to help us narrow-down who we should be concentrating on; this stuff here is too dense, there's too much information, we really need to talk to someone who can separate the sheep from the goats for us; I think I can feel the shape of what we need to do next, but there's too much else in the way. So let's get some real help; agreed?"
She nodded agreement.
"You'll have to call him after midnight; Hong Kong's 8 hours ahead of us, so right now it's 4am there; I doubt he'd be feeling very cooperative if you call him right now!"
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Friday, April 29, 2011
/> San Francisco
Park Presidio & Balboa
Bethany stepped off the Muni train onto the sidewalk and began walking home, cursing venal mechanics who wanted exorbitant sums for dinky little repairs, Chevrolet for making such easily damaged cars, Cory for buying her the Chevelle in the first place -- classic my ass, she thought, if it was such a classic, why did she hear everyone in the service bay snickering as she left? And why the hell did the Service Center have to be all the way down at El Camino and Alemany? Was that even in San Francisco? No it wasn't. With her head full of dark thoughts of what she was going to do to him for not buying her the Toyota, it took her a moment to realise someone was calling out to her.
"Hey, Lady, you dropped something, hey, excuse me...!"
She looked behind her, seeing a Chinese boy, maybe 12 or 13, wearing an old 'Tygers of Pan Tang' t-shirt and expensive-looking new sneakers.
"I'm sorry, did you speak to me?" she asked, and the kid nodded, holding out something in his hand. Bethany looked at it; it was a button of some sort.
She smiled at him. "I'm sorry, that's not mine, you must be mistaken."
The boy shook his head. "I saw it fall from your pocket, lady, who else could it belong to?"
Bethany grinned and took it from him, a strange feeling of...anticipation, significant and important flashing through her as she touched his hand, then it was gone as quickly as it came, leaving her momentarily disoriented. Shaking the odd feeling off, she examined the object closely. It was some kind of Chinese New Year token, maybe, a red ceramic coin-shaped token with a golden tiger face embossed on it, quite attractive really, with a feel of...antiquity? No matter, it was attractive enough to keep as a conversation piece, if nothing else.
"Well, OK" she smiled, "Thank you!"
She turned to continue her way home, but an impulse made her turn to the boy again.
"I still say this isn't mine, but thank you anyway, it was very kind of you to stop me like that. What's your name?" she asked him.
"The boy grinned. "Me? My name's Hu, but you can call me...Jamie."
Bethany smiled. "Well thank you again, Jamie, you have a good evening, OK?"
Jamie winked at her.
"You too, Bethany!" he grinned, and Bethany smiled back at him, turned and continued on her way home, her annoyance at Cory forgotten for some reason, her fine oriental features showing only a happy anticipation at getting home to her family at the end of a long day. It wasn't until she was almost home that it suddenly struck her; he'd called her by her name, but she hadn't told him her name...had she?
The boy watched her leave, the evening sun and the shadows off the overhead cables momentarily banding his face, striping him black and gold and making his eyes flare orange for a second, then he smiled and sauntered away.
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By the time I got to call my new contact in Hong Kong, Nia was long asleep; she'd had a strenuous evening and a good meal, and by 12 am was struggling to keep her eyes open; her constant yawning was making me yawn along with her, but eventually she got the hint and went to bed. I dialled the number Thawip had had given me.
The line burred a couple of times, then answered with a beep.
"Organised Crime & Fraud Reporting, Lieng here" said a cultured oriental voice, just a hint of accent in an otherwise flawless English pronunciation.
"Hello," I replied, "is this Tang Tao Lieng?" I asked.
"This is he, how may I help you?" asked the voice.
This was it.
"You won't know me, but I was given your name by a friend in the Royal Thai Army Border Force, Colonel Thawip Netniyom. My name is ..."
He interrupted me. "James, James Morrison, yes, Thawip spoke with me about you and your...problem, I was wondering when you would be calling me!"
At least he was on the ball, which was reassuring.
He continued.
"I've been looking at the information Thawip sent you, much of it is intelligence we already had, some of it adds to what we already knew, the whole thing though is very informative. Do you have Skype? I don't want to discuss this over an open telephone line."
I gave him my Skype address, and he told me to stand by, before hanging up.
I immediately went into the bedroom and flipped open my laptop and enabled Skype, and a few seconds later the video-call tone sounded. I answered, and there was the face of Lieng, a young-looking Chinese man of indeterminate age, in blue Hong Kong Police Force coveralls.
He smiled. "You are a lot like Thawip described you, James, he was very...glad to help you, he likes you very much!"
I was curious about how they knew each other, and Lieng was happy to chat informally.
"When I joined the police, Hong Kong was still a Crown Colony. I served under Harry Waterfield, and he sent me on my first assignment, as part of the diplomatic protection unit at the Thai Embassy. Thawip was the Defence Attaché, and we became friendly. When Hong Kong was handed back in 1997, Harry left, as did a lot of good officers, to go to Brunei, Singapore, Oman, and I became one of the senior officers, and because Harry had trained me, I was respected and quickly promoted; he's still a legend here!"
"The unit I lead investigates organised crime and fraud, especially corporate fraud; the lifeblood of Hong Kong is the banking system, if the mainland lost faith in it, that would be the end of us as a Special Administrative Area, so we keep close tabs on those we suspect of activities which would impact negatively on the image of Hong Kong as a safe place to keep your money. Some of those people you have been looking at, and the organisations they work for, have been on our radar for a while now. Tell me, James, what do you know of the 'Triads'"?
All I could honestly say was that I had seen and heard references to this group, but had no idea what they really were. Lieng gave me a quick rundown of the activities of the most powerful and widespread of the Triad groups, Sun Yee On, Wo Shing Wo, Wo Hop To, The Kuomintang, or KMT, and the 14K. My ears pricked up at the mention of these last two. He even told me that one of the larger groups, The Black Dragon, was active and powerful in the UK, which stunned me.
I had a question about this stuff, something that was nagging at me.
"Lieng, this man, Jimmy Han Wu, where does he come into it all, why is he so prominent in your reports?"
Lieng grinned at me.
"I was wondering if you would notice him! Han Wu is the grandson of a Nationalist Army General who was one of Chiang Kai Shek's henchmen in the Nationalist, or Kuomintang Army during the1920's and 30's. After the defeat of the Nationalists in 1949 by the Communist forces, Chiang retreated to Formosa, but part of the Kuomintang Army refused to settle in Formosa, instead they moved west and south, into the hills and jungles of Northern Burma, Thailand and Laos, and began recruiting local warlords and bandits and organising them into criminal gangs. They created the world's first reliable supply of heroin, and the area they still largely control is called The Golden Triangle. Han Wu is part of that, but is also a powerful and long-standing member of 14K Triad, with a foot in both camps, and many powerful connections. As luck would have it, we have him in custody, he made the mistake of coming here once too often, and we apprehended him at Chek lap Kok as he was boarding a flight to Vancouver.
"I have been hearing some fascinating stories from him about what he's been doing. I'm holding him for as long as I need him to tell me things, and he keeps telling me things, because the alternative is a dimly-lit room and a rope in Beijing. Under British rule, because of the laws they insisted on saddling themselves with, he could come and go with impunity; all he need was a good lawyer, and the Triads have lots of those. Today, we have a slightly more realistic approach, which is talk or hang, choose now. None of his mainland political connections will say a word in his defence, otherwise we will start looking at them too, and we have plenty of rope..."
I was taking this all in, and I sensed Nia behind me, looked at her to see her eyes large as she listened to our conversation.
"Tell me, Lieng,
" I asked, "What do you know of his or his cronies' involvement in the baby traficking racket, in Vietnam especially?"
Lieng leaned closer to the screen, a look of distaste on his face.
"I have learned much over the years of what he and his 'Snake-Head' friends have been doing with babies, girls, slaves, it is a sickening story, like something out of the corrupt Imperial past; babies stolen for sale in the west, peasants kidnapped and sold as slaves to Burmese and Laotian warlords for their poppy plantations, young girls lured away or seized and sold into brothels in Brazil, Russia, Korea, Japan. The babies were always funnelled through Thailand and into Singapore, and then sold in Canada and the US, the new Russian states. A few have gone to England, but not many, it is a small place, with a closed border, and it is very difficult to slip in and out quietly, not like America, with its hundreds of miles of unmonitored border with Canada."
"I'm sending you a contact in Singapore who heads a unit similar to mine, but concentrating on child trafficking. Han Wu has been most diligent in keeping records, and my friend in Singapore has them as well, he will be able to do more for you there than I can here. I think you will be able to track your sister better with him, he has good contacts in the west, especially in America and Canada, and I think you will have some luck with him. I must go now, this connection will be noticed if I keep it open for too long, but I wish you luck!"
He leaned towards the screen again,
"And miss...?"
Nia looked up, startled, as he spoke to her for the first time.
"Do not worry, Hu Ye will protect her!"
He broke the connection, leaving Nia looking stunned at his words.
