[MF] She asked me to tell her my favourite thing about fucking an Asian girl

This was the result:

My ex opened me up to sharing my overly sexed, otherwise hidden side with her. She made a point to learn what turned me on most and accommodated my kinks as if they were her own.

Oh, she was a master, or should I say mistress, at erotically teasing me. Licking soft serve ice cream into the shape of a penis head while out for a mid-day snack at McDonald’s was one of her first escapades. Telling me to jerk off while she watched with fascination as we were parked in any convenient location – a lover’s lane at night, a suburban neighborhood on lunch break – was another. The night we finally hooked up she sat down in the aisle of a bookstore and had us read Penthouse Letter type stories out of an unpurchased book. In loud whispers.

Months later we got kicked out of a so-called “family-type restaurant” for nourishing a particular kind of hunger by reading our own erotic works of fiction to each other. Quietly, at our own table.

But real life is always more compelling. Like making me stand, naked and erect, in the living room of her floor-to-ceiling windowed high rise condo (with others across the street) so she could appreciate my body with smiling stares and the unforgettable phrase, “You have a beautiful dick.” Or tantalizing me at work until I stood in the hall outside her office with my cock head poking out above the belt buckle of my pants.

When I got her to slip off her panties while wearing a skirt, she’d sit on my face or stand invitingly over my prone body telling me I couldn’t touch myself and remaining just out of reach of my outstretched tongue. We got caught one time while out on a walk when a woman strolled by as I was sucking on her exposed tit. I don’t know how she enticed me to lift my desperately hard dick up near the dome light of the car we had parked in the lot of a Community College, but she did it. As coeds scurried past.

I would jerk myself wildly while kneeling at the edge of a couch or bed while I ravished her pussy with my mouth. Often I came several times. Then there was the time she laughed wickedly while alternating the commands, “Eat me.” And “Fuck me.” “Eat me.” Then a minute later, “Fuck me.” “Eat me.” “Fuck me.” “Eat me.” “Fuck me.” For at least a half hour I’d say.

Screwing was especially exciting when she’d ride me cowgirl style on my bed with the window open, the shade rolled up and the curtains pulled apart to show her scorching hot body in all its natural glory. I liked it when she made a lot of noise too.

There were footjobs under the table of Mexican cafes at dinner, handjobs while she masturbated, topless, with the door to the apartment left wide open, blowjobs while I drove around the downtown bar district on busy Saturday nights. The first time she knelt on the floor, sucking my cock while I stood above her, she had made sure I could watch us both in the ornate dressing mirror of her bedroom. A glorious moment in time.

That tight little petite body was thrilling to look at with its modest curves and heavenly cute little ass. Even moreso to touch her incredibly soft, lightly brown skin, and kiss her sweet, wanting lips.

Those pert, elegantly rounded tits fit perfectly in my mouth and sucking on her protruding baby bottle nipples gave me both heightened excitement and comforting pleasure. I loved to lick them then let my tongue explore the rest of her, seeking erogenous zones to exploit and ticklish spots to flick so she’d squirm under my control.

For my own selfish purposes, I particularly enjoyed gripping the thick, shiny shock of a ponytail she’d ask me to hold while she focused on giving me the best head possible. That was one of the traits that made her Asian-ness particularly enthralling. I’m talking about the focus here. For all the hype about the physical appeal of women with familial roots from that part of the world, much of what tends to make any gal especially attractive has to do with less tangible attributes. Like attitude, intelligence and behavior.

The fact that she fit some stereotype of a mysterious, exotic creature had almost nothing to do with the relationship. For one, she was highly Americanized, if there is such a thing. She had a Master’s degree, had lived and worked here for years, and although born and raised abroad, spoke accentless English as her primary language.

And I didn’t set out to land an Asian chick. This was long before k-pop, Harajuku Girls and “Asian” as a porn site category. I met, fell in love with and had great sex with a woman who happened to be from Thailand. I found her background intriguing, but her personality in the present was what hooked me. She could have been Persian, east African or Icelandic. I would have lusted after her no matter where she came from.

That said, the things about her that are considered to be stereotypically Asian did turn me on. Besides the body type I prefer and the face that I found to be particularly gorgeous, she was damn smart. She was efficient. She could dance. She had a warm heart but a practical manner. She could dress conservatively but still give off very hot vibes. She kept her focus when at a task and worked tirelessly to achieve a result. Luckily for me, I was the result she worked hard to achieve for a time.

Her long, straight, jet black hair offset the broad angles of her beautifully structured cheekbones. She obviously possessed the head, torso, hips and legs of what is typically considered an attractive southeast Asian woman. And of course the eyes. Deep brown, large in proportion to her short height and minute weight. That swish of skin that starts under the eyebrow, then tapers at the temple. Though she wasn’t Chinese, it sort of reminded me of the swirls of the ying-yang symbol.

Perhaps it’s not a surprise then that we often engaged in passionate oral arousal while in the 69 position. With my tongue swirling around her extremely sensitive clit, drawing juicy lubrication out of her hot, tasty slit and diving deep into the warm, wet muzzle of her pussy, I also got to feel the warm, wet, wonderfully playful flat of her tongue, snug lips and moaning mouth on, over and around the sturdy shaft of my cock, the oozing head of my dick and it’s super sensitive underside frenulum.

The competing peaks of spectacular sensation would seemingly split my id into two incompatible parts, each vying for the whole of my consciousness as our muscles clenched, erectile tissues inflamed and deep centers of self began to relax in anticipation of the cumming crescendo we were both building up to. Were she willing for me to ejaculate down her throat, that most likely would have been my favourite thing about (mouth) fucking my Asian girlfriend, but somehow there was never any progress along those lines.

Therefore, the height of our encounters for me was when she would cum with my cock firmly implanted between those lips, on that tongue and in her mouth. The feel and the knowledge of her moaning around the shaft of my dick while she struggled to maintain perfect pressure and essential rhythm gave me joy beyond comparison and satisfaction like nothing else in life. Cumming myself somewhere, somehow right afterward wasn’t far behind however. I mean, I am human.

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