I still get hard thinking about the first time I was with Ling. It happened two years ago on a business trip to Singapore, and Ive replayed every second in my head more times than I can count. I was thirty-four, single, and restless after a long day of meetings. She was the bartender at the hotel lounge, twenty-six, with sleek black hair that fell past her shoulders and a body that looked poured into her black dress. We talked for an hourher English was perfect, her smile quick and knowing. When she got off shift she asked if I wanted to see the city at night. I said yes without thinking.
We ended up back in my room by midnight. The door had barely closed before she pushed me against it and kissed me hard, her tongue sliding against mine like shed been waiting all evening. Her hands went straight to my belt. I want to taste you, she whispered against my mouth, and that was all it took. I kicked off my shoes while she dropped to her knees, freed my cock, and took me deep in one smooth motion. The heat of her mouth, the way her tongue pressed flat along the underside, made my knees shake. She looked up at me with those dark eyes while she sucked, cheeks hollowing, saliva glistening on my shaft. I tangled my fingers in her hair and fucked her mouth slowly, watching every inch disappear between her lips.
She stood up after a minute and peeled the dress off. No bra. Small, perfect breasts with dark nipples already tight. She pushed her panties down and I saw she was completely smooth, the lips of her pussy already shiny. Fuck me, she said plainly. I lifted her onto the bed, spread her legs, and buried my face between them. She tasted clean and sweet, and she moaned loud when I sucked her clit. Two fingers slid inside her easily; she was dripping. I licked and fingered her until her thighs clamped around my head and she came, hips jerking, a string of Chinese words spilling out of her.
I couldnt wait any longer. I rolled on a condom, lined up, and pushed in. She was tightreally tightand she gasped as I bottomed out. We fucked like that for a long time, me on top, her legs wrapped around my waist, both of us sweating. Every thrust made her breasts bounce. She kept saying harder and deeper until I was pounding her into the mattress. When I flipped her onto her hands and knees she arched her back and pushed back to meet every stroke. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I slammed into her; she came again, clenching around my cock so hard I almost lost it.
We switched positions a few more timesher riding me, then me taking her standing against the window with the city lights below. By the time I finally came she was on her back again, legs over my shoulders, and I filled the condom with a groan that felt like it came from my spine. We lay there panting, skin stuck together, and she laughed softly. Round two in twenty minutes, she said.
We didnt sleep much that night. She let me fuck her ass after shed come a third time, slow and careful at first, then deeper once she relaxed. The sight of my cock disappearing between those smooth cheeks while she fingered her own clit is burned into my memory. She talked dirty the whole time, telling me how good it felt to be stretched, how she wanted me to use her. I came inside her ass with her begging for it.
The next morning she kissed me at the door and left her number. We met twice more before I flew home. Every time was the same: raw, sweaty, no games. She liked it rough and she liked to be in charge sometimes too, straddling my face and grinding until she soaked my beard, then sliding down to ride my cock until I couldnt hold back.
Those nights are still the hottest sex Ive ever had. Ling knew exactly what she wanted and wasnt shy about taking it. Every time I close my eyes I can still feel her tight heat around me and hear the way she moaned my name when she came. Thats the story I keep coming back to.
