Tales of Old China

The tight hot Chinese ass pipe gripped my dick better than any pussy has. I began moving slowly inside her, the bed shaking slowly beneath our weight. I gripped her hips tightly and thrust hard into her, she grunted in response. I pumped like an animal, knowing that I was fucking a man and not caring. With one last mighty thrust my cum exploded and flooded into her asshole. I stayed in her until I gradually became soft and withdrew, satisfied but numb. Her dick was still hard, it couldn't have been more than four inches long. I took it in my hand and jerked her off, franticlly. It didn't take long for her cum to wash over my fingers. I rubbed it into the bedclothes, where a pool of own jism soaked through the covers below where I'd fucked her ass.

We dressed silently, she gave me a tissue to wipe my hand. We said nothing, she spoke no English, I knew some Chinese but was lost for words. I left her apartment soon after. Never knew her name. I walked into the hotel, not making eye contact with the guard. I left town with a splitting hangover the next day. Giving the slip to the two businessmen who were waiting for me outside the hotel.

And I've never told anyone what happened.

Until now.