Chapter 26: Fun With Xiaomei and Charlotte

The weekend with Kim and Francesca had put all thoughts of other pleasures out of my mind. At least most of the time. While they were out shopping, I made excuses for a quickie with Xiaomei, the cute Asian with the petite teenage body, and asked her to meet me at one of my favorite bars. Although I had confirmed her age (eighteen) by now, her delicate frame, pointy tits, and smooth Asian skin made her look fourteen.

So, it raised a few eyebrows when she greeted me with a long, passionate kiss. She loved the attention and mimicked Sandy’s behavior from a few days earlier that had resulted in her attack in the bathroom.

She continued to flirt with me heavily, putting her feet between my legs, kissing me frequently on the mouth, and exploring my mouth with her tongue. Quite a few bar patrons watched us, some with disgust at our huge age difference, but many with curiosity and envy. Occasionally I saw lust in their eyes.

But we didn’t stay at our table for long. Soon our mutual excitement had risen to the point that immediate relief was in order. Xiaomei led me down the stairs to the ladies’ room, her tiny teenage ass wiggling seductively in front of me. Ignoring all the other women in the room, she led me to an empty stall in the corner.

Her dress was over her head, revealing her cute, bra-less teenage titties before I had even closed the door to block the shocked stares. Then she stepped out of her lace thong and threw it to me. Xiaomei continued to undress me, tossing my pants halfway over the door, leaving no doubt as to what would happen inside. Not that the large gap between the cabin walls and the floor would leave any doubt as to what was going on anyway.

As soon as I was completely naked, she gave me a passionate blowjob. If anyone had any doubts, the slurping sounds she made said it all. In my aroused state, it didn’t take more than a minute for my cock to reach its full glory. Wasting no time, she turned and lifted one of her legs onto the closed lid of the toilet.

The tiny triangle of her smooth teenage pussy was now right in front of me. Her vaginal lips were almost non-existent, all smooth as a baby’s bottom. Her ass cheeks were some of the smallest I had ever seen. I left my cock at the entrance of her tiny tunnel for a minute, marveling at its enormous proportions compared to her body. It seemed impossible to fit when you saw it like that.

While my penis probed her labial lips, rubbing forth and back between her clit and the entrance to her vagina, I had the time to retrieve my phone and pocket her tiny thong that I had kept in my hand until then. I wanted to use my cell phone to film the insertion into her petite little body, shooting at close range to document this seemingly impossible act.

She moaned loudly as the head of my cock began to stretch her tunnel. When the head was completely inside, I paused, sliding in and out just a few millimeters. Her moans increased in pitch, punctuated by little exclamations of words like “uhh, yes!”, “deeper!”, “fuck me hard!” - giving our female audience an update on what’s going on. I swear, I could make out girls giggling in the cabins next to us.

I placed a finger of my free hand on her clit and rubbed it in small circles, eliciting another round of moans and high-pitched squeals. After a few minutes of this, I began to push forward with more force, resuming my cock’s journey deep into her body. When it was all the way in, I returned the phone to the sideboard, freeing both of my hands to hold onto her small waist.

A deep moan from her, followed by a “uuuhhhhh, you are soooo big!” gave our audience a vivid description of the action. Again, there were giggles from the other sides of the wall.

I continued to fuck her hard, slapping her smooth pussy with audible thumps each time I smashed into her body. There was a visible bulge in her belly each time, my dick was all the way in. I let my hands roam over her body, marveling at that bulge, her smooth ass, those tiny A-cup titties with their huge, brown nipples on top of the firm mount of flesh just below her areola.

At some point, I could make out faces peeping over the dividing wall, out of the corner of my eyes. The giggling had stopped and was replaced by heavy breathing and panting, making me certain that the babes on the other side were fingering themselves.

Xiaomei was enjoying herself and pushed back at me with youthful energy. Soon her breathing got harder, her moans louder and more strained - until she announced, “I’m coming! I am coming! Don’t stop! Yeeeeeeeeeees!” Her body shook, her legs trembling, her tight vagina contracting violently around my cock.

As her orgasm washed over her, I continued to screw her in the same rapid motion as before, prolonging her climax to several minutes. When it finally subsided, her body went limp. I had to support her, or she would have collapsed on the floor. I picked her up, turned her around and pinned her against the wall. It was easy, considering her tiny, slender body that weighed not much more than thirty kilos.

Between my kisses she screamed: “That was sooooo good!” “I want you again!” “Fuck me!” “Put your big cock in my tight, small pussy!”

Cheers from next door affirmed that our audience was on her side, encouraging me to continue. I would have given a lot for a magic trick to make the dividing wall disappear in that moment, dreaming of an orgy with all those mystery chicks.

Shaking off that thought, I opened her legs and pushed my cock back into her small and wet passage. She wrapped her legs around my butt and pressed me tightly against her. I easily supported her weight with one hand under her little ass, my other hand squeezing her little A-cup titties. My cock plunged in and out of her cute pussy again, banging her loudly against the wall in the process.

The whole stall was shaking from the force of my pounding. She could only utter little “oohs” at this point. I couldn’t see what was happening above me now but shadows on the floor told me that more than one person peeped over the wall again.

After about five minutes of pounding her against the wall, I knew my point of no return was approaching. I announced, “I’m gonna come, baby!” and doubled my pace. She was moaning loudly, interspersed with strained cries of “Yes! Fill my pussy!” “Give it to me!” “Shoot it into me!”

These filthy words drove me over the edge. I felt that wonderful moment when the cum is raising from the testicles upwards, “loading the gun”, if you want. I pushed deep into her, holding it there for most parts of a minute, keeping my loaded penis pressed against her cervix, savoring the incredible sensation of that moment.

Eventually, a small contraction in her vagina triggered the explosive release of my loaded gun. Semen gushed out of my penis in powerful spurts, shooting directly into her cervix from the small but frightening hole at its tip. As I unleashed my cannon deep inside her, I roared a loud, deep growl of “Here it comes, baby! Ahhhhhhh”

My explosion triggered an equally powerful orgasm in her. Did I really hear an orgasmic cry of joy from another women in the stall next to us as well? Whatever it was, it triggered a few more spasms in my lower body, spurting the last few drops of cum into the petite loose tard under me.

No one was around when we left our booth, but we received a few smiles and winks when we returned to our table. I had found a note in the pocket of my pants hanging over the door of our booth that said, “Please make us as happy as her,” signed by Sally, Melody, and Gina, along with their phone numbers and a couple of hearts. The note smelled as if someone with pussy-juices on their finger had folded it before putting it in the pocket of my pants.

When we returned to the bar, I gave a little thumbs up to a table with three beautiful girls on their night out. These hotties were watching us so intently, that I was more or less sure they had written the note. Who was the one, which had reached her own orgasm watching us? The situation was further complicated as I found another note in my coat pocket from a “Laila” who had written her Instagram profile name along with her phone number - and simply said, “Let’s fuck sometime! XXX.”

We finished our drinks standing at the bar holding hands - again raising a few eyebrows and turning a lot of heads at our perceived age difference. Xiaomei didn’t hide the stream of cum running down her left leg, displaying it for the world to see. This naughty tramp clearly had an exhibitionist streak in her!

The three girls in the back giggled and blew kisses at me whenever I looked over at them. When Xiaomei caught our flirtatious exchange, she turned around to give them an even better view of the river of cum running down her shapely legs. A collective gasp came from the three girls as Xiaomei slowly scooped up some of it with her index finger, placed it in her mouth, and seductively licked it clean.

“Uh, I think we have a little fan club down there,” she said to me slyly, before whispering in my ear, “Forget about those stacked bitches. Come meet my younger cousins with their cute budding titties!”

As I tried to imagine an even younger version of Xiaomei, I gulped down my beer. What was wrong with this petite, easy lay? Or her family? Were they some kind of sex-crazed sirens trying to lure men into forbidden fantasies? It was already borderline crazy to fuck this girl with the body of a fourteen-year-old, no matter how old she really was.

Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any more perverse, my phone buzzed with a message from Francesca. I was naive enough to open it in front of Xiaomei. Instead of text, it contained a photo of Kim in sexy lingerie. Just as I stared at it in shock, another one appeared with Kim in a different set of lingerie. Then, in rapid succession, twelve more pictures popped up, each with Kim in seductive poses in different pieces of lingerie.

Xiaomei was the first to comment. “Huh, pretty sexy babe! Nice tits! Who is this busty bombshell? Your wife?”

“Uh, no - just a friend!” I replied, then added a bit sheepishly, “with benefits...”

“Let me see more of that top-heavy hottie,” Xiaomei demanded, grabbing my phone out of my hand. Before I could stop her, she was scrolling through the pictures, zooming in on Kim’s private parts.

“That chick is smoking hot,” she admitted. She had quickly added a flame emoticon to several of the pictures, those with what she perceived to be the hottest lingerie. Her taste was definitely in the provocative, revealing.

I tried to get my phone back, but Xiaomei was too quick and held it out of my reach. Then it started buzzing again, receiving another set of pictures - this time of Francesca posing in lingerie. Xiaomei’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she recognized the famous model in shots sexy enough to put even porn magazines to shame.

“This is...” she began.

“Another friend...” I continued, adding with a smile, “ ... with benefits.”

Xiaomei scrolled through the pictures again, zooming in on Francesca’s huge tits. She gasped when she spotted a picture where we could clearly see her nipples through the translucent material. “Wow, this is so hot!” she exhaled with a hoarse voice, “let’s go somewhere private. I need to touch myself.”

Without waiting for my reaction, she practically ran toward the restrooms. My phone was still in her hands, so I had no choice but to follow her. Before she reached the women’s restroom, we passed the men’s room. Dreading another experience of anonymous women ogling my penis, I pushed her inside. There were a few men at the urinals, but they were facing the wall and didn’t see us. I quickly led her into the large stall for the elderly and closed the door.

Xiaomei was already fingering herself, her eyes glued to the enlarged image of Francesca’s nipple. I helped her out of her dress, marveling once again at her slender, petite frame, which radiated the innocence and youthfulness of a much younger teenager. “Maybe I should take a trip to Hong Kong,” I wondered silently, “to see if all Asian girls are as cute as her.”

Just as I bent down to get a closer look at her sweet little snatch, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was a video call from Kim, I realized in horror. How was I going to explain that I was in a stall with a naked teenager who looked about fourteen?

Before I could react, Xiaomei answered the call. Fortunately, she had skillfully muted our video and microphone before anything was transmitted. I exhaled in relief, spared a lengthy explanation of how I got into this compromising situation.

My state of shock returned when I saw what Kim was transmitting. It looked like the phone had been dropped. Had she called me by mistake? Whatever it was, the video seemed to show the inside of a dressing room in a high-end lingerie store, with mirrors on both sides. In the middle were Kim and Francesca, embraced in a passionate kiss.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” was all Xiaomei could say when she realized the erotic show we were witnessing live. Her fingers immediately went to her clit, feverishly fingering it, while her eyes were glued to the lesbian couple making out.

I had to admit, it was hot as hell to watch. Not knowing if Kim meant to call me or if it just happened by accident when she dropped the phone added to the voyeuristic pleasure. Despite my recent ejaculation, I was rock hard in seconds. The fact that a naked teenager was fingering herself in front of me did not help.

Almost on autopilot, I lowered my pants and plunged back into Xiaomei’s sloppy tunnel. We both watched in awe as Kim and Francesca took off each other’s bras and fondled each other’s huge tits with both hands. With their tiny female hands on them, their melons looked even bigger than normal.

When Kim pinched Francesca’s nipple, she let out a little squeal of pleasure. A visible jolt of excitement ran through Kim’s body as she felt her lover’s reaction. Interestingly, I felt a sudden contraction in Xiaomei’s pussy as well, making me wonder if she had a bisexual streak in her too.

“Oh my God, this is so hot,” she cried and continued, “Yes, fuck me. Give it to me. Stick your big penis in me!”

So much for our privacy, I laughed. I knew that everyone in the men’s room was now paying close attention to what was going on in our stall. Would anyone have a problem seeing a middle-aged man fucking a teenager with a body so tiny and titties so petite she looked like she was fourteen?

The video feed distracted me from any such concerns as Kim fell to the floor, taking Francesca’s panties with her. She then stuck her head into her private area as if to give head. But instead of sucking on a penis, she nibbled on Francesca’s sensitive clit. Francesca had her eyes closed, one hand on Kim’s head, pulling her in, the other on her own breasts, kneading and pinching them.

I knew how sensitive Francesca’s clit was. Kim was an even better expert at stimulating it than I was. Soon Francesca was writhing in pleasure. We watched the video feed in awe, seeing Francesca both directly and in the reflection of the mirrors on the walls.

With every jolt of pleasure that ran through Francesca’s body, I felt a small contraction around my dick. The little bisexual slut in front of me was enjoying herself even more than I was, it seemed. Her fingers circled around her clit as if to rub it, and her moans were loud enough to be heard in the hallway.

Outside our cabin I heard the distinct sound of men stroking their dicks. I couldn’t blame them, because Xiaomei’s loud moans would have turned a deaf priest on. The sounds gave me a great idea: what if I recruited these guys to push my sperm deeper into Xiaomei’s body? I wanted to get to my two lovers as soon as possible before they finished their girl-on-girl action.

There was a condom machine right next to the door of the men’s room, which made it easy for me to put this plan into action. All I had to do was spray a little tx34 on her body and she would be unable to resist anyone sticking anything in her.

I wasn’t sure if this loose, trashy tart really needed the drug to be convinced, but it would have the welcome side effect of ensuring that my potent sperm wasn’t wasted in her fertile body. Tx34 would induce ovulation, regardless of her cycle, on both sides, actually. As long as the other men used condoms, my sperm would almost certainly fertilize the two eggs in her ovaries and impregnate Xiaomei.

My burning desire to get to my two beautiful lovers before their intimate encounter in the dressing room was over gave me the final push to go through with this plan. I sprayed Xiaoming, opened the door and instructed one of the guys to get a pack of condoms from the vending machine.

When he returned, I pulled my breeder out of her cute little snatch, admired her delectable folds one last time, and then gave my place to the next. A line of men had formed, each stroking his own schlongs in anticipation. Xiaoming would be fucked for several hours, until either the drug wore off or she passed out from exhaustion.

Meanwhile, I had managed to wrestle my phone from Xiaoming’s grip. In her drug-enhanced, hyper-aroused state, she didn’t need the extra stimulation. For me, however, the live feed of my two lovers eating each other out in the dressing room of a lingerie store was highly stimulating. I planned to watch it on my way to them.

Just as I took one last look at Xiaomei’s body being pounded by an overweight Turkish guy, another idea popped into my head. I wanted to do the same thing with her: watch a live feed of her gang-bang. The problem of having only one phone with me was easily solved by grabbing the Turkish guy’s cell while he had his tiny wiener in her slit. He wouldn’t notice until I was far away.

I grabbed his phone, used it to make a video call to Xiaomei, with muted video and microphone on his side, and answered the call on her phone. I placed her phone on a small board near the toilet, giving it a wonderful view of the action. Then I waved her goodbye and left to catch a cab.

In the cab, I watched both video feeds with growing arousal, discreetly stroking my hardon through my pants. Francesca and Kim had collapsed to the floor and were now in the “69” position. The outside world seemed to have disappeared for them as they were completely absorbed in their lesbian coupling.

When the lesbian orgy took off, Xiaomei already had the second stick in her, which belonged to a young, nerdy guy with thick glasses. It looked like this was the first time his long, thin penis had been inside a real woman. He wouldn’t last long, but the next guy in line, a balding Pakistani, was already preparing for his turn.

I watched with amusement as the fat Turkish guy went looking for his cell phone after he dumped his load. Eventually, one of the other men had revealed to him that I had taken it, at which point he exploded in rage and called me all sorts of names.

Well, insulting me was a big mistake, because I had taken some incriminating screenshots of his coupling with the young teen. Without interrupting the video call, I sent some of these screenshots to the number at the top of his caller list. The messages in this chat included grocery shopping lists, so I was pretty sure it was his significant other.

I added some text to the last picture, where you could actually see his dick half in, half out of Xiaomei’s petite hole: “Hope you don’t mind, it’s going to be late.”

A minute later came the reply: “Come near me and you’ll find out how hard a woman can swing a baseball bat.”

Mhm, too bad he couldn’t read that warning because I had his phone.

OK, that was pretty bad. I shouldn’t have gone that far. But the eagerness and ruthlessness with which he had moved his revoltingly fat and hairy body to the front of the line of men, the disgusting sabering as he drove his tiny pecker into Xiaomei’s petite body, the way he was drenched in sweat just minutes into his fuck, and even his stupid little mustache - it all combined to make him a sleazy, cheating slimebag who didn’t deserve the honor of having his willy in such a delightful treat as this petite Asian brat.

Anyway, it was too late now. He had played his hand and lost. My attention was now on getting to my lovers before they finished their sexual coupling. My dick was throbbing in anticipation of joining them in their hot session.

By the time I reached the mall, my two smoking hot bombshells had reached a new level. A large silicone dildo had appeared from somewhere. No wonder women carry such large handbags, I chuckled. The dildo looked suspiciously like my penis, I noted happily. At the moment, Kim was using it to stimulate Francesca while her tongue danced around her clit. Francesca seemed to be in paradise, using her hands on Kim’s head to pull her closer.

My heart raced as I dashed toward the lingerie shop, my excitement propelling me forward the moment the cab came to a stop. I kept my eyes glued to the screen of my phone, trying to navigate the bustling mall without bumping into pedestrians, but not missing a beat of the steamy action.

As I approached the store, my eyes were magnetically drawn to the seductive mannequins in the window, dressed in alluring lingerie, their bare breasts and lace accents lighting a fire of desire within me. No wonder Kim and Francesca had been lured into a hot make-out session in the precarious privacy of a dressing room. I hurried inside, relieved to find the store nearly empty except for the saleslady stationed near the dressing rooms.

The boutique emanated an erotic energy, with warm, seductive lighting casting a golden glow over the entire place. Centerfold-like mannequins with smoking hot, irresistible curves were draped in lingerie that barely concealed their forms, nipples provocatively outlined under thin, teasing fabrics, as if inviting pinches with every glance. My heart skipped a beat as I took in a particularly curvy mannequin, arranged as if in the middle of a strip show, bent over with straight legs, standing on high heels, her pointy tits exposed, a lacy bra dangling seductively from her hand.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, mingled with soft, sultry music, transforming the store into a sensual playground for the glamorous, the daring, and the utterly seductive. An adult-themed store like this, in the middle of a bustling shopping mall, was something you would only find in the liberal societies of Northern Europe.

But even the eye-candy of the nude and semi-nude mannequins paled in comparison to the allure of the hot saleslady. Her ample cleavage was breathtakingly accentuated by a well-fitting push-up bra, creating the kind of dramatic lift that attracts the male glaze like moths to a flame. As if that wasn’t provocative enough, she wore a thong so thin it disappeared into her ass crack and failed to fully cover her pussy lips.

Both pieces of lingerie were on full display under a see-through fishnet dress that was just an excuse to walk around practically naked. For a moment, I even forgot about my bombshell lovers making out in the back of this store as my mind drifted to fantasies of pulling her close.

As I approached the smoking-hot saleswoman, I struggled to think of a convincing enough reason for her to let me use the changing rooms. What could a man like me say to justify trying on lingerie in a women-only store? The idea of squeezing into bras without the necessary, well, assets, made the thought amusingly absurd.

I was still scratching my head when I finally reached her. As I stood in front of her, I couldn’t help but notice the way the skin around her neckline flushed a deep crimson, her ears practically glowing with a delightful hint of embarrassment. Her breath came in short bursts, as if she were flustered. It took every ounce of mental strength I had to tear my eyes away from her pushed-up breasts, which seemed to beckon me like a carefully laid trap. The name tag nestled just beside her captivating cleavage felt almost deliberately placed, enticing me to stare deeper and lose myself in the allure of her form as I struggled to catch a glimpse of her name: “Charlotte.

Just as Charlotte opened her mouth to greet me, a piercing scream of joy erupted from the back of the row of changing stalls. I immediately recognized the voice as Francesca’s. There was only one dressing room with the curtain drawn, and I knew exactly where to go.

Charlotte did her best to keep up a professional front, but the way her breath hitched showed how deeply Francesca’s scream had affected her. With a trembling voice, barely above a whisper, she managed to say, “Uh, sorry, sir. The dressing rooms are all occupied at the moment. If you come back later, I would be happy to assist you!”

Of course, this was a blatant lie; most of the dressing rooms had their curtains drawn to the side, leaving only one truly occupied. But I wasn’t in a position to argue. I had to get past her, and I saw only one way - I had to seduce Charlotte.

If I could convince her to come with me into one of the cabins, it wouldn’t take much to join in on the fun of Kim and Francesca’s passionate lesbian action. The palpable level of Charlotte’s arousal gave me confidence. I believed I could do it without resorting to chemical tricks.

I stepped closer, lingering just a moment longer on her flushed cheeks. “Are you sure there’s nothing you can do for me?” I asked, my voice deep and teasing. “I need this lingerie for my wife, and she has about your proportions. Couldn’t you try them on for me? I would be ever so grateful.”

To emphasize my sincerity, I casually brandished a hundred-pound note in my hand. Charlotte bit her lip and glanced toward the changing area, where soft moans echoed from the cabin. The tension hung thick in the air, her hesitation palpable. “I, um ... I could maybe...”

Before she could finish, another loud moan of pleasure erupted from the cabin. I could see Charlotte’s resolve wavering, her breath coming faster as the excitement of the moment tugged at her professionalism.

“Just a quick trial,” I suggested, my tone playful yet earnest, waving the hundred-pound note again. “I promise I won’t take up too much of your time.”

The heat in her gaze deepened as she considered my offer. My heart raced, fueled by the unexpected thrill of seducing this hot sales agent in front of my lovers.

Charlotte hesitated a heartbeat longer, the conflict evident in her eyes. Seizing the moment, I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“How about I make this worth your while?” I said, staring purposefully down at her tantalizing cleavage. In a bold move, I slid the hundred-pound bill between her irresistible knockers, just above the deep slit of her alluring cleavage, mimicking the provocative gesture familiar from strip clubs.

Her eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the audacity of my actions, but no doubt conveying the surge of pleasure at the touch of her breasts. My hand lingered near her cleavage far longer than necessary, brushing against her nipple, clearly not by accident. She jumped at the touch, but instead of indignation, the lust in her eyes only grew stronger. Charlotte’s breath quickened, the thrill of breaking the boundaries of what was acceptable in a shop fueling an undeniable attraction.

While she was no doubt aware that my interest in lingerie for my wife was a thinly veiled excuse to get her naked, the adrenaline of the situation seemed to ignite something in her. She wanted to be a part of the thrill as much as I did. The thought of slipping away to the dressing room where we could be alone was as exciting as it was frightening.

She wasn’t naive and knew that it wouldn’t be “just look, no touch” once we were alone - no male had ever been able to resist the temptation of her huge, soft jugs on her chest for more than a few seconds. But wasn’t that exactly what she wanted right now? To be touched? To have her jugs kneaded?

Wasn’t it obvious that the moisture building up in her pussy was preparing it for the entry of a hard phallus? Hadn’t her boyfriend neglected her the last few days? He didn’t need to know about her little affair to relieve her growing sexual frustration, did he? The money was an added temptation, especially in light of her mounting phone bill.

I could tell she had already decided to give in, but she kept up the pretense of weighing her options so as not to appear to be an easy lay who would do for a hundred pounds anytime. Finally, she sighed theatrically, a playful smile creeping across her lips.

“Of course, I will help you find something for your wife ... but you will have to come to the cabin with me,” she said, her tone teasing and flirty. Pointing to the security cameras, she added,” I can’t be seen outside wearing lingerie from the store.”

I nodded eagerly, a mixture of excitement and urgency coursing through me. How long was Charlotte going to pretend to help me pick out lingerie for my wife? She blocked off the changing area before leading me to the back. As we stepped into the cabin next to Francesca’s, my question was answered as she shed her clothes almost as fast as I could close the curtain.