My girlfriend was raised in a very conservative Asian household. We met at work and after a long, tension-filled buildup, we finally got together. For her, it was like allowing the flood gates to finally open; she entered her sexual renaissance. And I was the nurturing beneficiary.
After we’d gotten together, I had a work function in the city one night. It was one of those events where you talk to executives and clients; but you don’t really don’t want to be there. It was a formal and professional occasion so I was obligated, but it was outside of her working requirements.
A few hours in, I’d had a few drinks and my tolerance for corporate small talk was waning. I’d sent her a photo of my suit and she’d responded instantly with a selfie of her tucked up in bed in tight summer pyjamas that hugged her slim, curvy body. Her long black framed her face, pouty lips accentuating her regret at being separated for the night.
I made up my mind.
“Come.” I texted her. “Put on a tight black dress and meet me at the bar.”
And she did.
Within an hour, I was looking at her from behind as she stood alone at the bar. She wore a short mid-thigh dress that revealed pale ivory legs. She stood silently, waiting. I walked up behind her, placing one hand along the narrow of her waist where it her curved hips blossomed. She turned and looked up at me; her smile beamed.
We looked at each other. Enjoying the moment. I turned to the bartender; he was starting at my girlfriend.
“Long Island iced tea please,” I ordered. She doesn’t normally drink, as it goes straight to her head. But tonight it disappeared much faster than I’d ever expected.
Elegant and lean in her figure hugging black dress, she seemed to twirl through the room as we moved in and out of people. She drew a lot of attention; the hungry eyes of countless men turning to watch her. She clasped my hand as her movements became progressively tipsy. Her smile never leaving her face.
I decided it was time to get some fresh air.
Walking the streets, we walked towards the busy city centre. The night was a hive of activity with people moving about the street. Luxi lent against me for support as we walked; her thin frame pressed lightly against my body. I wrapped my arm around her as we moved.
A shop sign flashed its neon light up ahead. An adult shop. Luxi turned and smiled up at me. I guided us through the crowd towards the entrance.
The shop was full of mostly young couples or single men. We drew a few curious eyes dressed in formal wear; but I suppose also because I was a foreigner with a local woman. A slight curiosity.
For a while we perused the shelves, lingering a little longer on the bondage ropes, vibrator toys, and outfits section. I teased her with handcuffs, holding her arms in one hand high above her head. The raising of her arms stressed the top of her dress line, exposing the cleavage of her round c-cup breasts.
Like a bar, Luxi seemed to float around the shop catching eyes as she moved. She toed me along until we found a small open doorway towards the rear of the shop. Curiosity got the better of us and we move through the doorway and down a short corridor.
Darkness deepened as we moved through the corridor until we entered a small cinema.
Porn was playing on a big screen - an Asian woman crawling with a leash around her throat. Lone men sat scattered throughout in the cinema. No couples. And us. On the big screen, the woman continued to crawl and bent to drink out of bowl on the floor.
Eyes turned to watch us.
Luxi pulled me by the hand towards a sofa at the front of the small cinema. A rush of mischief and excitement on her face.
We sat and she cuddled close to me on the sofa, her head leaning to lie on my shoulder. Both hands rested nestled between her tightly closed legs that had curled up on the couch next to her. Her high heels had been kicked off and forgotten.
On the screen, the woman was being lead towards a cage. Her naked body exposed and vulnerable. A man entered the frame his erect cock entering first. He spanked the woman. She ass flushed red.
Luxi began to squirm subtly next to me. Her legs pressed tightly together like she was trying to suppress a shiver. Her hips gently pulsed every few seconds. It was as if I could feel heat radiating from her where her hands clasped between her thighs.
She looked up at me, head still against my side. A nervous hand reached towards my cock as if asking permission.
I grabbed her wrist and consciously of the other patrons guided her forward to grasp the bulge in my trousers.
I was rock hard.
Luxi’s eyes widened. And she instantly began to rub. Her remaining hand staying between her bare thighs; her dress having ridden up subtly. The pulsing of her hip grew gently faster and less subtly.
Onscreen, a second man entered the frame. One on either side of the woman, now on all fours and trapped in a very little cage. One man moved forward and the woman parted her lips against the front of the cage, her ass reachable for the second man to her rear.
Looking over my shoulder to subtly survey the other patrons, I reached down and undid my fly. Luxi greedily popped open the top button and pulled out my hard cock. It stood proud in the darkness, a silhouette with her slight hand grasping the base. Luxi closed her eyes and moaned gently as she stroked the length up and down, biting a pout in her full bottom lip.
The woman onscreen licked the mushroom shape of the man’s cock onscreen.
I reach across and pushed her head down.
Like the woman on the movie, Luxi’s lips parted to form a round ‘O’. She stared hungrily at my cock, and began to suck.
I twined my hands through her hair, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail near her scalp. I moved rhythmically up and down, controlling her movement. She quietly slurped and moaning, trying to take the length of me as if we were alone.
Luxi moved and knelt on the floor between my legs. The one hand between her legs continuing to rub gently beneath her ridden up dress, while the other gently tucked on my balls. I leaned back into the sofa and closed my eyes.
Men stood and moved around to sit next to us and behind us. Luxi continued, her deep brown eyes now open and wide looking up at me. She never stopped as I pulled her ponytail tight, gently thrusting myself deeper into her.
On the movie screen, the woman screamed out as the two men penetrated both end of her body. Both her and Luxi noises’ filled the darkened room. One shrill and loud, one deep and soft.
Luxi cupped my balls and quickened her pace. She could sense my excitement - my cock a hard rod in her mouth. She moved the hand that had been rubbing between her legs to stroke the base of my cock. Despite the alcohol I could feel the sensation building. And building. I looked down to see the heart shape curve of Luxi’s ass and narrow waist as her head bobbed up and down. The men around us stared - not discretely - while some openly touched themselves.
Luxi was stroking faster. And faster. Her spit ran down my shaft lubricating my balls. The sensation climaxed.
Holding her on either side of her face, I quickly pulled her up. She kept her hands around my cock and aimed as I shot rope after rope over her pretty face. Her eyes were closed but she smiled widely. My warm cum completely covered her.
My cock twitched still in Luxi’s firm grasp and I sat there in a blowjob haze; it’s a special sensation. Unique even to sex I’ve decided.
Luxi felt her way forward and licked the tip of my dick. She released the hand cupping my balls and lifted a hand to wipe a slim finger across her face. I stopped her.
I didn’t want her to remove the cum.
I’d always had a strange idea about ‘branding’ a woman publicly - having her move completely seen in public covered in my cum.
“No,” I whispered to her as I bent forward to wrap my arms around her. “Let’s clean you later.”
I stood and pulled Luxi up. I hastily re-buttoned my work trousers and grabbed her hand. The room was silent and staring. The movie continued unwatched.
We rushed from the cinema and out into the night. Cum covered Luxi’s face as we ran laughing from the shop.
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