Cold Winter Night, Hot Chinese Man

I was in college when I met the guy who introduced me to the kinky side of sex. (He lives in another city now, but we still meet up.) He's Chinese, well built, short-cropped hair, full luscious lips, a tattoo on his strong muscled calf, and sublime golden skin that demands to be kissed.

I've always been attracted to Asian 'bad boys' with a 'mean look' and a dominant streak.

Conversely, he never took notice of the pretty white girls who drooled, panted and lusted after him. So what made me - a white girl - worthy of his attentions?

Well, aside from my resemblance to an actress he considered cute (Lauren Cohan) he saw my obsessive attraction to him as an opportunity to live out some fantasy role-play.

His thing is domination with a racial twist: He's very proud of his Chinese heritage and sees my sexual submission to him as acknowledgement of his 'superior ancestry'. A lot of the Asian guys I know, love basking in their sexual power over me, but no one revels in it quite as much as him. He loves having me in his thrall; hopelessly and helplessly grovelling for a chance to swallow his cum.

One afternoon, he called me at the office where I was temping after graduating college. Just his hot breath on the phone was enough to light me up down there. He told me he was completely naked and was lying in bed stroking himself. That image alone was enough to make my throat catch and my mouth go dry. I giggled and whispered that I'd love him to send me a picture of that. But he replied that he wanted to use my mouth and told me that if I wanted the "privilege of servicing him", I should get off work early and start driving to his place.

I was extremely turned on by his demanding tone but I reminded him that he lived two hours away and that I had work the next day. He wasn't having any of it. He told me he'd "make me work" harder than my boss ever could and that I needed his hot Chinese cock in my throat. My face felt flushed and I kept looking around the office to make sure no one was paying attention.

By now, my pussy was thumping with excitement. "I know you too well Brooke; you're a total slut for an Asian man with a hot body like me" he stated sassily. I had no retort since we both knew he was right.

"Don't you want to run your lips and tongue over every inch of my body, you nasty white girl?" he taunted. He knows I'm very oral and that his question would have the desired effect. I told him I was dying to and pleaded with him just to let me finish up at work. After a bit more playful banter he agreed and we hung up.

It was hard to concentrate on work after that but somehow I made it through my shift and began the long, two-hour drive to his place. It was winter and the roads were still icy, so I needed to navigate carefully. But his teasing had gotten me so worked up that I was in a state of arousal for the whole tortuous drive. I kept picturing him naked in bed, waiting for me.

By the time I reached his place I was shaking with anticipation. I rang his buzzer, hoping I wouldn't wake his neighbours since it was already late. He kept me waiting a while in the freezing night air (had he fallen asleep? was he playing with me again?). Eventually, he came to the door wearing just a towel, looking sexier than ever! I wanted him right there and then, but he was in a strict and stern mood.

Instead of letting me in, he told me to greet him with the proper respect that a "lowly Caucasian girl" should show a "superior Chinese" (I was used to his 'race play' by then and enjoyed it). I obediently knelt down and kissed the tops of his tan, shapely bare feet. He smirked contemptuously and dropped his towel, revealing his hardened cock. My mouth opened instinctively and I tried to not to drool.

Then he strapped a collar to my neck which was attached to a leash and told me to crawl behind him. Closing the door, I followed him into the house like an obedient dog, enjoying both the erotic humiliation and the view of his spectacular bottom. (His ass is a miracle of creation!)

When we reached the bed, he pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist. I was fully-clothed and he was completely naked, but there was no doubt that he was totally in charge. He tied my wrists above my head and tore my blouse open. He began mauling and sucking my breasts, covering them in his saliva and biting my nipples with just enough pressure to make me cry out.

Eventually he moved up to straddle my face and began gliding his fully erect cock teasingly over my eyes and nose as I tried to catch it with my mouth. "Do you want it in your mouth, Brooke?" he taunted. "Yes, Sir! Please!" I begged. But he decided I had to earn it first, by sucking his toes. He sat back on my stomach and smothered my face with his feet. He actually has really nice feet and I gladly licked his soles and rubbed my tongue back and forth between each toe.

Once I'd worshiped his feet to his satisfaction, he straddled my face again and dangled his balls above me. He told me to open my mouth and slowly lowered his balls inside. I sucked and licked them until my jaw was sore. Finally, when the stimulation became overwhelming, he pulled his balls out of my mouth and before I could catch my breath, replaced them with his cock. Before long, I was rewarded with the taste of hot sticky cum running down my throat.

Then it was his turn to make me cum. He spread my booted legs wide apart and began eating my pussy. He's unbelievably gifted at cunnilingus, and after more torturously slow teasing, I exploded in the one of the longest, most intense orgasms I've ever experienced. By the time he unstrapped me, he was aroused again and we pleasured each other several more times before he was finally sated and fell asleep.

He slept curled on his side facing away from me. I lay on my back, naked except for my suede, knee-height winter boots, (I love wearing them during sex) with one hand gently stroking his perfect ass.

At about 5:30am, totally exhausted, I forced myself up to face the long drive back to the office. I quietly freshened up, changed and grabbed my car keys. As I anticipated going back out into the cold, dark winter morning, dreading the long drive ahead and totally sleep deprived, I looked over to see him blissfully asleep and comfortable in his nice warm bed. Damn! The things I put myself through for a sexy Asian man! Totally worth it!

He was still curled on his side, with his incredible bare ass exposed. I bit my lip as I stood there gazing lustfully for a while. I couldn't resist stooping down to give it a longing kiss and then boldly licking the dark crevice. He moaned and gyrated his wonderful bottom. I could feel my pussy tingling again and knew if I didn't leave then, I'd be late for work.

I've had many trysts with my kinky Chinese hottie, but that winter booty call was one of the most unforgettable.