by Kai Lu
“It wouldn’t have mattered,” Amelia said, coming toward him slightly faster, and he to her. “There was already a ticket on my—”
She flung her arms up around the beautiful Japanese man’s neck as she kissed him ferociously, feeling her aching, hard nipples press excruciatingly against his taut chest.
Daniel responded enthusiastically, wrapping his powerful arms around Amelia’s lower back as their mouths engulfed each other. Daniel’s tongue swirled inside Amelia’s mouth with expert precision as she closed her large eyes blissfully, running her hands inside Daniel’s shirt to feel the otherworldly smoothness of his back, the rippled hardness of his slender abdomen, the softness of his long black hair as errant locks brushed against her cheek. He caressed her trembling shoulders, his hands gradually traveling down her body so that his long fingers gripped her beneath her arms while his thumbs massaged the sides of her breasts through her thin shirt. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed, then gasped as she reacted to his delicate touch. She had to release his lips from hers to exhale in pleasure as his hands eventually found their way to the waist of her low rise jeans.
Inserting his fingers into the tight denim as if reaching into her back pockets, Daniel reached the waistband of Amelia’s thong and pulled gently up and down on it, moving his skillful mouth from her lips to her vulnerable earlobes and neck as he did so.
Amelia groaned softly from deep within her chest as the overwhelming intensity of the sensations coursed through her body. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes in strain as she felt the tight, constricting thong slide back and forth between her legs, grinding excruciatingly against her aching pussy and quivering ass hole.
“Oh, mmm…” she moaned senselessly as her underwear slid against her throbbing clitoris, “oh, my God…”
The unbearable heat between her legs as they remained encased in her tight jeans had the strange yet staggeringly pleasurable claustrophobic effect of pushing Daniel’s long fingers deeper and harder into her gushing pussy. She could stand it no longer and begged him to fuck her, desperately reaching for the zipper of her jeans, impatient to spread her legs open wide and thrust Daniel’s cock in. But he made her wait, increasing her unbearable eagerness.
Daniel grasped the back of the tiny thong in the fingers of his right hand, pulling it up and down methodically and kissing her shoulders, while the deft fingers of his left moved up Amelia’s sleeveless shirt and onto her by now rock-hard nipples. She wavered off balance on her heels as she rode his fingers, nearly collapsing from the pleasure, the lightheadedness of all her senses crashing from every direction in her body into her throbbing pussy.
“Oh yes, mmm…” she sighed breathlessly, gasping as she felt Daniel’s fingers reach deeper into her jeans. Suddenly he reached all the way beneath her crotch so that he stroked her pussy from behind.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried, squeezing his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging in with such force that he grunted. She squeezed her eyes shut as the sensation crashed into her, panting breathlessly.
Caught utterly unused to such sensations, she moaned helplessly, squeezing her thighs together around Daniel’s hand and increasing the intensity of the stimulus, throwing her head back and exposing her neck to further attentions from Daniel’s soft lips and powerful tongue. Her wetness engulfed his fingers, and she felt herself only seconds away from cumming if he continued…
He did, of course, sliding his middle finger back and forth inside her pussy lips. She nearly collapsed as her knees buckled from his motions. He held her up by leaning her body against his, inserting two fingers into her labia, virtually holding her upright by her throbbing pussy. She had wrapped one arm around his neck to help her remain on her feet, her other hand desperately groping for his rock hard cock, seeking to liberate it from his jeans.
He stopped her and undid the front button of her jeans—the tight crotch of which was hopelessly drenched—and slid the short zipper down, giving himself room, pulling his hand out from the rear of her pants and instantly driving it into the front, quickly reaching her shuddering pussy lips. Mere seconds after his fingers had found and slid in and out of her pussy, massaging her aching labia, swirling against her thrumming clitoris, Amelia was absolutely done for.
She pressed her arms around his slim, taut body as multiple fingers jammed inside of her, those of Daniel’s other hand squeezing her ass cheeks as her jeans slid around her thighs. She gritted her teeth together—feeling herself cumming madly for the young Japanese artist whose hands were buried deep between her legs.
“Oh, oh my God, Daniel, keep…keep your hand on my—fuck…oh…”
She threw her head right and left as she came, her hair flinging back and forth, totally incapable of coping with the unbelievable pleasure shooting through her body. She nearly passed out from it all, delirious and exhausted, and yet by no means finished.
As the last blissful contractions of her orgasm left her slowly, eyelids fluttering, lips trembling, Amelia felt herself on her back, with her expensive black Prada pumps strewn on the floor before the worn, tarped-over couch. She lay helplessly open on it now, completely naked, surrounded by dried over specks of old paint as her expensive jeans and tank top formed a makeshift pillow behind her head.
“Daniel…” she gasped, placing her trembling palm against her inner thighs as she caught her breath, “God, that felt so good…”
He smiled at her, one corner of his attractive mouth turning upward as he kicked his clothes across the floor.
The tall, lean Japanese artist stood before her completely nude, his long, slender thighs taught and defined with well-worked muscles, and his rippling torso reminiscent of a champion high-jumper. A warm sense of déjà vu washed over her senses as she remembered his erotic image from the painting in the gallery, only now it was she and not Veronica who was on the receiving end of his talents.
An intricate, dark blue full-body tattoo—which she had not seen before because his clothes had concealed it—began at his right shoulder and traveled along the ridge of his collarbone, over his muscular chest and finally down the sides of his beautiful torso, terminating at his hip. It was a magnificent winged flying dragon, with touches of red detail, whose scaled head began at his shoulder and whose tail barely missed his beautiful, thick, throbbing penis…
Amelia licked her lips. She had always been curious, of course, but had never been fucked by an Asian…so, so pretty…girlfriends had told her that they were absolute freaks in bed, that they—
She had lost her mind a bit with her last stupefying orgasm, which clouded her thoughts, but she knew she wanted his cock inside her, in her mouth, in her—
Her last thoughts were cut off instantly as Daniel knelt in front of her before the couch, burying his head between her open thighs.
“Oh, oh God!” she cried as she felt Daniel’s powerful, precise tongue plunge deep into her pussy, still overwhelmingly sensitive from her previous climax. She tried vainly to close her legs—a purely reflexive action to the sensory overload—but he had anticipated her, spreading his arms over her inner thighs and wrapping them around her arching back, as if driving her, pulling her deeply into his mouth.
It was simply too much…
Amelia moaned and groaned uncontrollably as Daniel’s tongue lolled expertly over her agonized clitoris, alternating kissing and licking, and sucking it until it was as though her entire body were balancing against a few millimeters of his devastating tongue. His soft black hair brushed against her inner thighs, tickling her slightly and only adding to the staggering sensation of his mouth against her most vulnerable spot. Sucking her inner thighs momentarily before going in for the coup de grace, he used his front teeth to press back the hood of her clit before drilling his tongue mercilessly into it, sliding it tongue deep into her pussy and swirling it around, making her gasp in pleasure.
“Oh, oh fuck, Daniel, mmm, oh, uunn…I…”
He slid his tongue lower still, thoroughly tonguing the area
between her pussy and asshole, sucking and nibbling the narrow, sensitive stretch of skin and making her cry out in acknowledgement of his skill. Her spine grew rigid as she felt him tonguing her—she was simply no match for his oral onslaught. Holding her thighs apart with his elbows and pussy open with his spreading palms, he drew his tongue slowly, excruciatingly around her anus, sliding it slowly, inexorably around the hole, patiently lolling against each individual ridge.
“Oh, oh fuck!” Amelia moaned as Daniel irrevocably dipped his long tongue deep inside her asshole, driving three fingers into her pussy as he did so. He swirled and sucked and licked her throbbing anus while she panted and cried in ecstasy, her palms wrapped around his ears in utter capitulation.
“… oh, Christ, Daniel…oh shit—oh my God that feels so…oh uhhhnnnho…”
He virtually ripped the second, mind-numbing climax from her body when it came, which didn’t take long. Amelia’s asshole constricted reflexively around his powerful tongue, her clitoris shivering as his fingers stroked it, her pussy awash in her own cum…the hot moisture running between her pussy lips and over her anus.
She begged him then as she moaned his name, over and over, begged him to slow down as she couldn’t possibly take the unbelievable intensity, but he would hear none of it. As the warm, electric spasms throbbed from her pussy through her spine and then throughout her trembling limbs he only increased the intensity, wrapping his entire mouth around her pussy as if creating a vacuum, sucking hungrily at the opening while he drew his fingers against her clit, shattering her senses as they had never been shattered before. Her calves wrapped around his back, thrusting his face deeper and deeper. She loved the pleasure, loved the sweet pain.
“I…I want you to paint me…” Amelia gasped breathlessly, swallowing and panting as the climax slowly left her, “paint me—I want you to so bad…paint me fucking you…”
Daniel smiled radiantly before her on his knees, his beautiful eyes seeming to reach out and kiss hers, droplets of her hot cum flowing down his smooth, boyish chin.
“Come here, come here, you…” moaned Amelia as she looked at him, pulling him toward her and driving her tongue deep into his mouth, licking away her cum, her mess, from his sweet lips, her hands desperately groping for his swollen, beautiful cock. As they kissed ferociously Daniel reached without looking to one side of the couch, on the second or third try eventually recovering a large, extremely thick handled artist’s paintbrush, the black plastic handle of which he held in a manner Amelia understood completely.
“Paint me, Daniel… fuck me…”
I am a masochist…
Daniel pulled Amelia’s legs onto the couch so she lay prostrate and helpless upon it, staring up at him, her eyes begging him to let her please have his lovely, throbbing cock in her mouth. He consented, straddling her on the couch with his knees to either side of her face, his magnificent, athletic body hovering over her momentarily before he leaned forward between her legs, completing the perfect sixty-nine.
Yes…
Amelia sucked voraciously on the head of her young Japanese lover’s delicious, immense cock, her lips barely able to accommodate his gorgeous thickness. She fingered her nipples with one hand while massaging his soft, vulnerable testicles and shaft with the other, humming softly in pleasure as her tongue pressed against it from every direction. She slid her tongue deftly against the large head, sliding the tip into and out of his urethra, enjoying the sounds of her lover gasping as his face lay between her thighs.
Daniel continued to tongue her pulsing vagina as she sucked and licked him, stopping every few moments to gasp as she bit or sucked with extra verve. She felt for a few moments that she had it all under control…control—
And then, her world exploded as she felt Daniel slide the thick paintbrush—handle first—into her asshole.
Paint me fucking you…
“Ah—nnnnhh—oh….God!” she cried as she suddenly felt this new, devastating sensation sliding inexorably between her legs. Her own moisture had continued to dribble between her pussy lips, lubricating the shaft of the paintbrush as Daniel slid it in further… further…
Amelia threw her arms to her sides, arched her back and cried out in a guttural scream of pleasure as she felt herself impaled. The handle of the brush was nearly a foot long and Daniel mercilessly slid it in further and further until the bristles themselves scarcely remained outside her body. She clenched her fists in strain, tears actually forming at the corners of her eyelids as the intensity completely defeated her. As if this staggering experience weren’t enough, Daniel again drove his face between her thighs, sucking voraciously on her pussy, her clitoris chiseled and bitten and sucked—all the while with the huge shaft of the paintbrush sliding in and out of her asshole.
It was absolutely too much for poor Amelia. She threw her head backward and screamed out in the most powerful climax she had ever experienced, nearly fainting from the unbelievable power of it all, every sense in her body fixated only on the narrow space between her legs, the electrifying, spasmodic contractions of her cumming pussy, the agonizingly delicious pain of the paintbrush handle buried in her asshole…
This was what she wanted. Janice had been good…Ian had fucked her brains out…but Daniel—
Daniel, you’ll own me forever if you want…
When he finally pulled it from her body, slowly…slowly…she could hardly believe that after she’d cum so much—so hard—herself, he had not come at all…
Exhausted, panting and nearly spent, she reached for him with every ounce of her remaining energy, clasping her fingers around his powerful forearm and drawing him to her, pulling his body onto hers. She wrapped her fingers around his raging cock and thrust it into her, feeling the electricity emanating from between her legs as his powerful member slammed back and forth inside her. He leaned over her, caressing her neck with his tongue, his teeth, regularly kissing her, making love to her—seducing her long after she had surrendered everything to him.
Feeling yet another powerful orgasm beginning to manifest itself from her deepest depths, within the base of her spine and about to explode, she wrapped her legs around his body and moaned with renewed vigor, feeling her energy return, as if inspired by his strength…his beauty…
I want you…
She closed her eyes in strain and pleasure as he pounded into her with animal ferocity, his shaft stretching her pussy lips to their absolute limit, his fingers stroking her exposed clit remorselessly, expertly. She placed her trembling palm against the defined muscles of his stomach, fingering the intricate tattoo that had so fascinated her, wanting to ask him about it later, wanting to know so much more about him. She panted and gasped, coming closer, closer to another stupendous climax…and wanting it in her mouth when Daniel finally surrendered his…
“I want—I want to paint you—us—” Daniel gasped.
Amelia gasped in agreement, moaning that she wanted her beautiful artist to cum in her mouth. She leaned upward as he thrust in and out inside her, pushing him suddenly onto his back as she clambered onto all fours and knelt before him, pumping his shaft with all her might.
Daniel gasped and closed his stunning almond eyes as she stroked and sucked his shaft, lolling her tongue over his head until finally, finally—
Daniel gave an anguished groan of pleasure as his cock exploded in Amelia’s mouth, and she sucked the warm, sweet fluid hungrily, swallowing it gratefully, lovingly, lapping every droplet she squeezed from his tortured shaft, feeling the hot cum sliding down her throat.
“Mmm…” she moaned, and collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted, perspiration dampening her hair.
“It’s still early…” Daniel murmured, stroking her hair as they lay together on the beat-up old couch at the back of his Beverly Hills studio. “We can get to work now, if you have to be somewhere later on tonight.”
Amelia looked at Daniel, her gaze locked onto his mesmerizing face, before smiling and kissing him passionately, her ton
gue lolling hungrily against his.
“I don’t.”
“And tomorrow? And the day after that?”
Amelia thought for a moment about Cyril-the-fake-Frenchman, about forgetting Friday night, about the drudgery of Café Claire, the bad hours, the low tips, the non-existent dignity…and stifled a laugh.
Even if all this didn’t work out, she promised herself she would never go back there, not now… She could find something else, she knew—it seemed she already found exactly what she was looking for, all her life.
Right here, right in front of her.
“I think I can use you,” Amelia smiled, kissing him again.
“So, I will…”
About the Author
A lifelong native of Southern California, Kai Lu is a graduate of Cal Poly University, Pomona, and currently lives, writes, and teaches in Los Angeles.
