Chapter 34: Thursday Night With Li

Thursday after work, two days before the wedding, I spent the night with Li, as our “special night together” celebrating her unique status as the only woman who had a diamond ring from me. We both knew that tomorrow evening Abril would get her diamond.

I was indulgent of Li’s desires to be alone with me for a night. She wanted some special treatment. Before she arrived we both did some things to prepare. We had not spoken directly of it, but we both knew where this night would take us, the very special pleasures we would each indulge with the other’s willing body.

But first, she wanted dinner out, in public, with no makeup or disguise. That was a pleasure, I picked a place where nobody in the law firm would be.

I took her to “Samy Samba,” the Brazilian place where I took Samantha for a dinner. They had great food, their speciality was prime rib with unique seasonings. The servings were so large we would share one meal. I mentioned taking Sam to the place back in May. Sam raved to Li about that date and mentioned that we went dancing at “Cuba 1957” next. Li wanted the same, “dinner and then a club” sounded “hollywood movie” special. “I don’t need a lot of time ... but stopping for a drink or two, and maybe some dancing would be so special for this lowly concubine.”

I could not refuse her. The crowd at the Club included many past and current 49 members so I felt very secure - a lot more secure then I felt at “Chronis.”

It turned out Li wanted two Martini’s and a couple of dances, both fast and slow. I gave her what she wanted and she loved it. She especially loved moving around the dance floor in my arms as people who knew me watched us dance. It meant so much that I was not ashamed to be seen with her in public. Plus, they showed me the respect due their Jefe.

Li’s self-image was such a burden in her mind, she thought her profession was branded on her forehead, for everybody to see and look down on. But it was clear when we danced that nobody was looking down on her, they were happy with themselves, with her and with me. It was a happy place.

I put my hat on my chair, a signal that people who knew me could come up to me to speak about friends and relatives back in Peru. When I introduced Li I told them she worked at the law firm with me. They were impressed. They said how beautiful Li was, and how she must be very smart as well. It was something Li did not often hear with her clothes on, but they were sincere. Li loved soaking it up.

The owners - a long married couple - made it a point to sit with us. There was a song that I knew Li loved. The wife made a comment that she had to sit, but her husband loved to dance, so I said Li should dance with the owner. He taught her some moves and everybody could see her treated like a celebrity. People asked, “was she a movie star or in the music business?” “Maybe the stage?” The crowd made a space for them to dance in like John Travolta, and the owner treated her like the star. It was amazing for Li, a memory for life. It put Li in a state-of-mind where she really felt special and worthy.

I even wondered about skipping the sex tonight, so we could dance and drink more, but she needed to feel the closeness and freedom of sex. My cum inside her body would “finish” the evening and carry her dreams through the night.

As we drove to the house Li confessed that her request for a visit to Chronis was very petty and she should be ashamed of it. She explained that the neighbor girl Jaz Zmin was a thorn in the side of Li’s mother. Both Jaz and her mother bragged about how she was of higher status than Li. In their Chinese community status was a very important factor, a part of life.

After Li announced herself at Chronis and took disgusting pictures Jaz was so ashamed - shame was also big deal in her community - that she left town the next day. Li never expected to see her again. It was not her job as a sex worker that Jaz was ashamed of. Rather, it was the lie she told her mother about her status, knowing her mother would then share the lie with others. Once the lie was revealed they were both deeply shamed. Her mother said she could not even show her face at the grocery store, she would have to ride a buss to “Ralphs.” Jaz could not face her mother so she left on a train. It was that or suicide, Jaz put the choice in the hands of her luck (also big for the Chinese). Her ticket was good to New Orleans, if her life didn’t improve by then Jaz would throw herself off a tall bridge.

Jaz wound up meeting an older guy from West Texas who could not abide jets. Li didn’t know what happened after that, except there was a postcard from SteerButt Texas. The mother was so ashamed she would have sold her house and left, but the housing market had dropped so she had no options.

After the drinks and dances to spice emotions, some confession was good for Li’s soul as we drove to my place. Once there Li was anxious to give her body to me for my pleasure, and had a plan of just how she “deserved to do it.”

But while we were driving Li had one other thing on her mind. “I wanted to talk about what my mother might want to do in Peru. She is naturally drawn to men with power and wealth. Do you suppose your grandfathers...”

Li’s mother was flying with me and others to Peru, to comfort the Chinese girls who were being smuggled into the country by the Five. When we freed them she would help us find one or more spies among the girls. (Planting somebody with the mules or traffic girls is lesson #3 in “Smuggling Girls and Drug for Dummies.” The book can be purchased on the dark web.)

Chin was still attractive, I was sure my grandfathers would want to bed her.

I said, “Are you saying I should ask them not to hit on her? Because they will. She has that attraction about her, they will find her erotic and exotic.”

“Actually, she is too eager to meet them that way ... naked and ready. She has been without for a long time. But so there is no confusion you must say that she is a retired whore ... you must say that right away, she wants to be up front about it but does not like to say those words herself ... the ‘retired’ part especially. She is as likely to be interested if they are. She is eager to do mouth and pussy sex with them, even if they are older. If they can, she will make sure they enjoy it. In fact, even if they can’t, she will give them joy.”

“Which one? I suspect the Patron is more lively.”

“Yeah, about that ... they are old men and might be limited in what they can do individually. You should probably say that she is a very flexible retired whore, and she is not real strict about the one-on-one thing. The fact is that she sold her virginity to a group of 7 brothers, servicing them one after another. That first time she liked it enough to do them each the second time for free, and she is still friends with them ... I was conceived during a gang-bang on a slow boat from China, the whole crew. So it is not a preference for either ... rather a willingness for both ... to perform ... if that does not offend.”

“Well, the old guys have shared a women before, they consider it natural hospitality. I imagine they will enjoy her.”

“Not as much as she will enjoy raising and exhausting them,” Li assured me.

“Is the anything else I should know?”

“Actually, yes. She knows about you and older ladies ... She thinks it is remarkable how you ... mmm ... show great respect for your Mother. Chin is younger than Marta. I don’t want to push you one way or the other. Goodness knows I don’t expect us to do three-on-a-bed with us here in LA. But in Peru she might express an interest in your handsome self. You are on her list. Also, not just you ... some of the indians ... including women who are big and strong ... she is curious to try something new just because it is out-of-town. Big breasts on a big chest ... Is that a bother?”

“I will say I have never seriously considered your mother sexually ... I guess I never thought she would be interested. But I will keep and open mind...”

“To be clear, I am not talking a double serving of Chinese in your bed here in LA.” Li was very serious, this was clearly an uncomfortable discussion for an attractive young whore who was comfortable doing a lot of things with me. In fact, I had never heard any discomfort from her talking about anything sexual. Until now. But then, this was family.

I promised to keep all she had said about her mother in mind.

After we undressed in my room Li wanted to say something else before our shower. She posed suggestively, showing her bottom to me in a fetching pose. “I know tomorrow will center on Abril. You will fuck me, she will eat the creampie, then you will make love to Abril as I watch. She will be beautiful. When you finish I will mouth-pleasure both of you, until she wants you alone. I like Abril, I will enjoy all of it.”

I interrupted. “I have to correct one thing your said. Abril is nice, she looks and feels good to fuck, that is true. But she needs the attention I pay her to keep her confidence for the job, that is why we will do the wedding. But I do not make love to her, not ever. I don’t feel that way when I am inside her. I never have. You are wonderful, you are great to have in my arms, and inside you mean so much to me. Always keep that in mind. What I do for the wedding will mean nothing to my heart. Unlike what you do I am sending her body to other men to fuck as they will, all night. You know that is a much harder job than you have, especially for a woman like her, so she needs to feel confident. The diamond and the ceremony count so much to her. But you are the one in my heart. As soon as I can I will take you away from other men, and hold you for myself alone ... well, myself, some women and relatives. Look, I am responsible, I will not pick the other women I marry, that is my life job. But if Abril is part of my future, it will only be because you have begged me to include her.”

I could see the tears in her eyes. “Do you mean that? She is so beautiful.”

“Yes, she is. But I do not see beauty like most men on the street. I look inside. We both know you have grown in my heart. That is why I made sure you had a diamond from me first. This is a fake wedding, for the job, when the job is over, you will say if Abril is invited to stay in my bed, or if she goes. Do not ever doubt me or my feelings.”

“What about your other wives?”

“I have a duty to try and put babies in my Tribal and Colonial wives, it is why I was born. I will do my duty. I will marry them. But they will not displace you, if they want a diamond they must please your pussy.” I did not mention my possible LA wife, who might be Gracie, we had not spent enough time for me to be sure of my heart there. Li knew this and did not raise the issue.

She was looking up at me, tears in her eyes, and a smile on her face. “I am a whore, I know this. Tonight I want naughty whore sex things. Real dirty whore stuff. With Abril ... I know sex is only one place, she is fussy. I know you are naughty and like more places. So tonight I want to serve as your anal and oral whore. I will take your cum deep in my throat. I want you to fuck my unworthy ass without mercy. I want to eat your ass like never before. I want you to have all the things I do that Abril does not do, things she does not like to hear that you do to me. I will do them because that is who and what I am ... so that is what my heart drives me to do with you, who is the only man in my heart. Will you let me be as I wish?”

I have to admit that when she said those words it lit my darker desire, in a place below my waist. But I had to ask Li something. “What if I am suddenly taken by the desire to eat sweet Chinese pussy? Or nibble your fun little clit. Or maybe stick my fingers in your pussy while I lick your clit? Such things have happened. Chinese concubine cum-crazy sauce tastes mighty good.”

She laughed at the memory of some past episodes where I was hungry for her sex and drove her crazy with my tongue. “Okay, you win boss,” she said laughing. “If you want to eat me or finger me you can. But no sticking wonderful cock in my pussy! I am serious, tonight I want to stick my tongue deep up your ass. I want to be ass-fucked like a dirty whore and dream with your cum inside me. Please Master? Grant this wish.”

“It’s a nice pussy ... but okay, just for you, just for tonight I will grant your wish. Abril will not know from me what we do tonight.” I placed my body in her hands for what naughty, nasty, whore-beyond-limits things she wanted to do.

When I did that her smile grew bright.

We moved to the shower. First we rinsed the sweat of the dancing from our bodies. Then we each signaled about how free would be by inviting the other to use their hands everywhere. I have a handle suspended from the ceiling. Each of us took a turn grasping the handle, holding our arms over our heads, giving the other free reign to put their hands anywhere on our body below the neck. It usually started with soapy, appreciative caresses. I really liked running my hands over her body. I took my time, showing her with my hands how I loved and lusted for and treasured every inch of her, down to her cute little tasty toes; I ran my tongue over each one as she laughed and shrieked and hung on. It ended with a passionate kiss as my fingers entered her body.

Then I took hold of the handle and she indulged herself with me. Maybe she took a little less time because she was anxious to move on, but she hit all the good points. For her the big thing is soaping up her body and then rubbing it against me, front and back. She is so eager the way she put herself into it was wonderful. Then there were fingers and her tongue below my waist, front, bottom and back.

From there she moved to the next step. We had both cleansed ourselves privately earlier, this was more a ritual and a signal. But some rituals are important.

She stood facing the wall with feet spread wide, supporting herself with one hand. With her other hand she took a small brush with a rotating tapered head and very soft short bristles. Carefully she used it to violate and wash inside her backdoor as I watched. The brush connected to one of the shower hand units, allowing what was essentially a slow drip of water to make rinsing possible. She had a special natural lubricant/soap that rinsed clean.

As she washed herself she looked at me like a woman cooking a special meal for her man. I knew what she was doing, exposing herself intimately to another person was hard. She was doing it as an invitation and a promise. She hoped I would put my tongue and my fingers and my cock into her tight ass, using her as I willed. She was willing to accept any embarrassment and pain in order for me to enjoy her tight rosebud in ways a dirty whore would offer her master.

When she was done washing her most private place she invited me to inspect her. Pressing my body against her side I reached down and ran my fingers over the crinkled flesh. She pushed out so the tip of one finger entered her just a the slightest bit. She shuddered as I felt her relax the muscle, to make it easy to enter her body farther, but I said that was for later. “I am going to enjoy fucking your ass so much,” I whispered.

She was crying a little, tears of joy, saying “yes master” as I accepted her gift.

The tip of my finger stayed slightly inside her as I wrapped my other arm around her torso, pulled her close, and began to kiss her ear and cheek. “Such an amazing, wonderful woman you are, my Chinese rose who gives herself to me so completely. You fill me with burning lust for your body, lust to lose control of myself as I use your body. There will be pain and embarrassment to brand your soul.”

“Yes ... use me completely. You are too good to this whore. Your kindness to me ... you deserve the best ... not skin and bones like me.”

“You are the purest essence of what I need. You can feel how I want you, can’t you?” I pressed my very erect cock against her body.

“You are always so hard for me ... like the finest jade of legend, covered in the softest velvet. Your cock is everything to me. If I could I would sleep with your hard cock inside my body every night.”

She started to get emotional with the tears again. She thought I could not tell, but I could. I returned to molesting her ear. This time I took it fully within my lips and used my wet tongue to trace the contours. Oral ear sex is always a good mood breaker when she gets like this.

She didn’t move away, and she didn’t scream, but her voice took on a screaming quality. “My word! Master! That is the grossest, most obscene thing you do to me ... that anybody has ever done to me...”

I took my time having my way with her lovely little ear, then I whispered, “Yes, my lovely ear whore, but you love it. What does that say about you?”

“You keep doing it like a bad boy ... what does that say about you?”

“That we are made for each other?” I suggested.

“Oh ... you so ... so smart. I have to love, love, love you.” She said as she grabbed and kissed me. “Please, does my Master want me to attend to him? ... behind?” Her tongue came out and wiggled for just a second, a sign of good things to come. A bit of frisson went through me.

I really had no wish to deny her, so we switched positions. I stood away from the wall, leaning forward with my legs spread wide. She moved close behind me and sank to her knees. I could feel her fierce lusty desire as she embraced me as tight as her thin arms were capable of. Then she backed off just a bit, and her gentle hands parted my ass cheeks. I forced my body to relax, to allow what was coming next.

She used the lightest touch of her fingers on my tight muscle. I willed myself to relax, to allow the intrusion. A finger, one where the nail was trimmed back, started to explore the entrance. Not really pushing in, just feeling around, getting me used to the contact, helping me relax something that was not accustomed to relaxing. I felt the very tip of her finger press on me.

The ancient Greeks were said to be open to penetration of men by men. Stories talked of Spartans sleeping in pairs in the field. Stories are written of Alexander the Great and how he reacted to the deaths of his male lovers, one in his youth at school and one on campaign. The Turks were also said to enjoy such things, until they got religion. Both cultures are notable in the extent of their empires at a time when news and orders traveled with the speed and reliability of a mule. In the West, the Romans are said to have changed the path, making penetration of a male by another male a source of shame and derision. “Sex in the Greek way” was an insult, even as the Romans stole their very gods from the Greeks. In all likelihood entire Greek epics of smooth young Apollo and buff hairy Mars/Ares, tale of how they carried special feelings for each other late into the night, were lost in the shift.

I have never been inclined to such male-on-male play, but then I don’t watch football (pigskin or soccer), basketball (women or men), baseball (any), NASCAR, etc. either. To me recreational sex has more in common with sports than religion, a question of personal preference, not some absolute law dictated from on high. So when a special sexy woman I trust wants to play with penetration of my tight opening using a trimmed finger, on the way to something very much more intimate with better taste, my personal preference is for bending forward and giving her every opportunity for this special play. I knew what Li was working up to, and she had VERY good taste.

As Li gently got reacquainted with my background territory, using her lips and tongue and fingers, I focused on the sensation and the emotion behind it. There were no limits with Li. When I felt her finger at the edge of entry I relaxed a bit more, saying with my body that it was okay to enter. After that little surrender she started to wash me, first with her fingers, then she used that brush on me, slipping into me. She was very gentle. The brush crossed the threshold, turning like a slow soft drill as it did.

I knew she was going to eat my ass like a fiend later, using her tongue to enter and probe and stretch me, teasing all those nerves we don’t acknowledge, but treasure in the moment. With that in mind I was glad to give her all the time with the brush she needed. I forced myself to relax as the brush moved in deeper.

She was excited about the unique gift we would each give each other. She started to put more of herself and her desire into what she was doing to me ... intent on what she planned to do to me later. She wanted us both to be 100% confident, because trusting the other person is so much a part of the intimate act.

By the time the brush was all the way in with Li’s fingers stretching me open, she was so excited that she was humping herself on the back of my heel, and was close to getting off on it.

Suddenly desire overcame her, she pulled the brush out, rinsed for a moment, and stabbed me with her extended tongue. I knew that this was going to fall short for both of us, she was not going to close her own deal because there simply was not enough room for her to get in like this. So in one move I pivoted, embraced her with one arm, stuck my tongue deep in her mouth, and reached down to her crotch. There I pressed my little finger into her backdoor, the next two fingers into her pussy and every-so-lightly grasped her clit with the thumb and forefinger. It is not an easy move, but I have gotten in a lot of practice on this particular sweet slit, so I nailed the three-pointer.

She gasped with the shock and thrill in the lightning quick move. My commanding touch and demonstrated desire thrilled her heart.

The move worked for her the way I knew it would. In my grasp so much feeling came so fast, the thrill and emotion of how strongly I desired her just washed over mind and body. She got off hard, she shuddered and moaned and cried and floundered between fighting because she was not worthy and surrendering to the enormous wave of pleasure because I had her perfectly and she could not help the way her body worked when the wave of pleasure washed over her.

Surrender prevailed for a time, she let the pleasure travel up and down her body as she gave herself to all I was demanding of her. Tears of joy flowed. But eventually her submissive servitude ego started to assert itself. The old tunes started as a whisper: she didn’t deserve this, she was supposed to pleasure me, I had tricked her and taken unfair advantage. She was MY anal and oral concubine, not the other way around.

“You ... you ... you...” she was almost speechless from the internal conflict, her body’s pleasure versus her mind’s self image of abject servitude. It was charming, but that charm never lasts. “You are supposed to let worthless me pleasure my exalted Master ... NOT THE OTHER WAY ... no fair to trick my body to pleasure ... OHHH ... your fingers, is so much sensation for me.”

“Uh ... my dear ... you really should listen to yourself. I am the Master ... but I am ‘supposed’ to follow some order of yours that you think I should follow? That really sounds silly. Inverted command logic like that led to the fall of the Ottoman and Chinese empires, to name two obvious examples. The servants ran the palace, the lowly commanded the rulers with abstracted and selected edicts, and that NEVER works out well for servants or rulers or anybody in between. Probably other empires as well. The British...”

“Don’t give me this ‘inverted logic’ stuff ... you smart guy you know perfectly what I mean. I bet you are trying to make me ... seduce me ... fall in love with you. Well, IT WON”T WORK. Too late ... Can’t do it ... I already love you with all my skin and bones self. All 80-some pounds of lovingness.”

“Sounds good, and I want to keep it that way by making you feel better than anyone ever has. That is the top of my list...”

“ ... and you are very excellent at it for this unworthy one...” She grabbed my neck and took me into another desperate deep kiss, a kiss where she was the one who went deep and hot into my mouth, so I could feel her steaming love burn through to me from head to toe. “But today how about you play by the rules and let me serve you.”

“Silly rules ... it feels good to make you feel good as I feel your goodies.” I flexed the fingers still holding her crotch. “But as you wish my dear mistress of kisses.”

She gave me a look like she knew my agreement was teasing her at multiple levels (it was), but she could not really argue the point. Was it irony? Sarcasm? Exasperation? All of the above mixed together? Well, she wanted to get on to the good stuff so she let it go.

In my bedroom I had replaced the comfortable overstuffed chair with a “Queen Anne Chaise” also known as a one armed “casting couch.” I picked it out a few weeks ago. I had the legs adjusted to the right height for what we were going to do there, to initiate the dear Queen Anne in several obscene acts. The couch actually looked looked coy, out-of-place, too much an innocent Victorian design. But really, it was a sophisticated piece of sexual furniture for play that was clearly sexual, but not the type that resulted in babies.

For starters, this couch was deeper than usual front-to-back, too deep to be comfortable sitting straight up, one’s knees were too far from the edge. It felt silly to be like that. A woman resting against the back had the natural tendency to remove her shoes and draw her legs up to one side. This is called a clever design. Maybe this “Queen Anne” person had a dirty mind.

The single arm of the lounge seemed overlarge, thickly padded and braced with a broad curve that looked like the couch was unbalanced so it would tip on its side. It wouldn’t. There was a vestigial back that was full sized by the arm, then tapered to being inches tall on the other end without the arm. In place of an arm that end had the seat become a pillow that seemed to hang off the side, which suggested a submissive pose.

It is reputed to be ideal for trapping a young women into sex by a man (usually an older, slower, heavier, successful man) with a significant miss-match in power. In Hollywood’s golden age of off-camera depravity it was an ugly habit used by ugly men with ugly souls on beautiful innocent women who were driven to disgusting acts of the body by desperation in their desire to be famous. Maybe that still happens. But you know, even bastards could be right about the furniture they used for such things. With a willing partner such a couch suggested many pleasant uses.

Leaving the shower I picked Li up like a man would lift a small sleepy child in his arms, with one arm under her back and the other under her legs so my hand was supporting her weight. She loves it when I carry her because it gives her a chance to complain where we both know she does not mean it. She really loves to feel tiny and light for sexual use while I feel so strong that I can hold her secure with no effort at all.

She didn’t complain this time, she had done that enough for now. She trusted and relaxed so we took it a read and moved on. She rested her head on my shoulder and relaxed her body, settling into my arms, showing trust and contentment as we moved to the next step of play.

I carried her to the bedroom. Instead of setting her on the bed, I put her on the casting couch. She pulled her legs up, pressing herself against the back of the couch at the side, it was a natural move. Then I settled on the couch in front of her, facing her with my legs pulled up, so we were face to face and parallel. As I said, it was a deep couch. I embraced her, one arm around her body and the other holding her head so I could bring her lips to mine in whatever way pleased me, “so could drink from her lips the sweetness of her mouth.” She loved when I said that, it was a line she never complained about.

We started to make out, romantic kissing is something Li never got in her life until she broke the rules and dated me. She is always 100% with me and this position was wonderful, the couch is better than the bed. Most of the time was straight kissing, both of us actively using our tongues and lips, but it was so convenient for me to visit her eyes and cheeks and even her ears with my lips and tongue and teeth as I felt like it. I also took a little time to delight in the pleasure of arousing her nipples with my lips and tongue, they were right there for me to enjoy and were very difficult to resist. She presented them willingly because it felt good. She complained about how small they were, but not when I was pleasuring them. (She also never suggested a boob job, here in the capital of implants. That told me it was all posturing and fishing for compliments.) The nips looked so happy when I was done, they were standing up straight and hard like eager little nubs, that was when they were twice as hard to resist. When I returned to straight kissing I could feel them pressing against my chest.

Li did not want my legs together, I had to spread my thighs apart so she could play with my cock and balls using her hand, trying to raise my pre-cum.

As an “oral concubine,” my being in control while kissing fit her agenda, so she let me have my way with her lips and all the other goodies as I wanted. Every once in a while she would whisper that I was too good to her, that she did not deserve such loving attentions, and foolish things like that. But she could only do that when my lips were busy on her nipples or her soft round cheeks or her eyebrows or whatever, so it was easy to stop her.