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The best Chinese women brought a very appealing combination of attributes to him. Their feminine softness and deference; their strong, full calves; their tight but accommodating cunts; their wonderful appreciation of his sexual gifts, easily understood despite the frequent language barriers. His rudimentary attempts at the native tongues usually allowed him to conduct his simple seductions of these women, but the more complicated expressions that often came with their great passion and happiness were typically lost to their mutual language limitations.
One group he had an easier time with were the elite players on the international tennis tour. The Chinese stars were back in country for a tournament; this allowed Maurice access to a large collection of beautifully-bodied Chinese women in a single fortnight. He worked himself into their bodies around their playing schedules. Their international experiences often gave these young women relatively fluid English skills, which made their most effusive happinesses with him more understandable.
The players in the tournament from other countries who had bedded him in the past were confused, then disappointed, that Maurice was not after them here. This exclusiveness had begun as an eccentric lark, but soon became a sensible imperative due to the extremely high-quality, intriguing lovemaking the Chinese players were bringing to Maurice. These women brought full, hard thighs, round and strong asses, flat stomachs, and vaginas which catered to his cock. A couple even brought full pairs of breasts, unusual attributes for Chinese athletes. One of these, Zheng, was a pretty girl and particularly delightful fuck; Westernized, enthusiastic, creative and fun.
But of this score of beauties Maurice had during the tournament, it was Na whom he was most taken by, and most driven to take repeatedly. She had been the first from her country to win a Grand Slam tournament, a national hero. Her return home was a big thing; it took Maurice an extra day to get with her again, due to the many appearances she made to publicize the event and satisfy the press' curiosity with her.
Maurice had been with Na during a couple of tournaments elsewhere; she had been unable to take him the first time, and struggled greatly with his size during the next. She had even had difficulty letting herself go when he went down on her; she confessed that she was feeling guilt about cheating on her husband, a man who also acted as her coach. They were quite the celebrity couple back home; he was often involved in her publicity appearances. Even so, Maurice saw her cute and cheerful face and demeanor, her extraordinary legs and nice torso, and saw a woman worth returning to despite their comparatively mediocre sex.
They came up with a different method during this Shanghai tryst. Earlier, Na's moral sensibilities had prevented her from feeling comfortable about accepting Maurice's offer of putting a vibrator to use to warm her up. Since then, though, Na had thought about her experiences with the dark American, heard from Zhang and others who had had awesome experiences with him, considered her relationship with her husband/coach, and began to change.
First off, she began using a dildo for the first time. It worked for her; she loved letting herself have this pleasure, and she began to learn what rhythms and angles worked best for her. Learning how to become orgasmic was a fine and real revelation. She began to use larger dildos, with the thought that this might help her prepare for a possible future with Maurice or someone else. She also found that it was even easier to reach orgasm by this stretching and filling of her body. Finally, her retrospective thoughts about her time in bed with the huge-dicked American gave her great longings for him; she recognized how gifted he was, thought about how considerate he had been in trying to make good sex happen for the both of them. Na decided that she would make an aggressive attempt to regain Maurice's attention in order to have more of his extremely valuable time.
She let him work his mouth on her clit and relaxed through it more thoroughly. It took some time, but he eventually began helping Na have the orgasms that she had never experienced with others before. She mewled with pleasure; as Maurice brought her up and over the crest of her fifth distinct orgasm that day, she began weeping in relief and overwrought release. Maurice kissed his way up Na's body, pecked gently at her tear-covered face, then went back down on her, adding his fingers to his ministrations.
More orgasms later, the towering, handsome black man came back up to kiss Na's lips, and held and stroked her gently. She grabbed his cock; it was already fully erect, obscenely large. It was enough to renew her fears for a moment, but natural selection and her retrospective thoughts about herself and Maurice returned her to arousal, arousal which was building with all her lover was doing that day. Then, she rememberd her dildo, the big one she had brought.
Na used the dildo on herself; Maurice said, "Let me just see what you like, what you do for yourself." He stood back off the bed, big body beautiful and obscene erection raging, and watched her as she stroked the head of her big black dildo against her labia and clit, watched as she slowly began to work it in. She thought at first that it would take her longer than the usual five minutes to bring herself to orgasm; she had never alowed herself to be watched doing this before. Certainly she had been interested in hiding her new dildo use from her husband.
As he began to see her face react to the pleasure she was allowing herself, Maurice felt great affection and tenderness for Na. He liked looking at her fine, strong body as it began to work for its time, and imagined with great anticipation how it would look when her body was wrapped around his. His eyes soon returned to her face, though, and its expressions of fearful but primeval pleasure. Na noticed his eyes looking straight at hers; she saw him looking inside her heart. She returned his gaze and kept it; thirty seconds later, she was having the best orgasm of her life.
The next dozen became the new best orgasm of Na's life. First there were two more that she had with the dildo, with the addition of Maurice's huge, gentle hands caressing and stroking ber body as she violated herself, and finally his fingertips on her clitoris, wiggling away as she came again. Then, even though she spoke decent English, there were no words needed; Maurice moved to lay back on the bed, and Na held and stroked the shaft of his ragingly hard penis with both palms, kissed, bit and sucked on his massive cock head as he lay back. Here is a real man, my man, apart from all other men. The rapturous thoughts came to her even before she began stroking the lube on him and taking his body with hers.
This entire first sex happened with Maurice remaining on his back, with Na torturously and sometimes painfully dropping her pussy over his penis, with his athletic Chinese lover slowly bringing herself to one profound, rich orgasm after another...
One group he had an easier time with were the elite players on the international tennis tour. The Chinese stars were back in country for a tournament; this allowed Maurice access to a large collection of beautifully-bodied Chinese women in a single fortnight. He worked himself into their bodies around their playing schedules. Their international experiences often gave these young women relatively fluid English skills, which made their most effusive happinesses with him more understandable.
The players in the tournament from other countries who had bedded him in the past were confused, then disappointed, that Maurice was not after them here. This exclusiveness had begun as an eccentric lark, but soon became a sensible imperative due to the extremely high-quality, intriguing lovemaking the Chinese players were bringing to Maurice. These women brought full, hard thighs, round and strong asses, flat stomachs, and vaginas which catered to his cock. A couple even brought full pairs of breasts, unusual attributes for Chinese athletes. One of these, Zheng, was a pretty girl and particularly delightful fuck; Westernized, enthusiastic, creative and fun.
But of this score of beauties Maurice had during the tournament, it was Na whom he was most taken by, and most driven to take repeatedly. She had been the first from her country to win a Grand Slam tournament, a national hero. Her return home was a big thing; it took Maurice an extra day to get with her again, due to the many appearances she made to publicize the event and satisfy the press' curiosity with her.
Maurice had been with Na during a couple of tournaments elsewhere; she had been unable to take him the first time, and struggled greatly with his size during the next. She had even had difficulty letting herself go when he went down on her; she confessed that she was feeling guilt about cheating on her husband, a man who also acted as her coach. They were quite the celebrity couple back home; he was often involved in her publicity appearances. Even so, Maurice saw her cute and cheerful face and demeanor, her extraordinary legs and nice torso, and saw a woman worth returning to despite their comparatively mediocre sex.
They came up with a different method during this Shanghai tryst. Earlier, Na's moral sensibilities had prevented her from feeling comfortable about accepting Maurice's offer of putting a vibrator to use to warm her up. Since then, though, Na had thought about her experiences with the dark American, heard from Zhang and others who had had awesome experiences with him, considered her relationship with her husband/coach, and began to change.
First off, she began using a dildo for the first time. It worked for her; she loved letting herself have this pleasure, and she began to learn what rhythms and angles worked best for her. Learning how to become orgasmic was a fine and real revelation. She began to use larger dildos, with the thought that this might help her prepare for a possible future with Maurice or someone else. She also found that it was even easier to reach orgasm by this stretching and filling of her body. Finally, her retrospective thoughts about her time in bed with the huge-dicked American gave her great longings for him; she recognized how gifted he was, thought about how considerate he had been in trying to make good sex happen for the both of them. Na decided that she would make an aggressive attempt to regain Maurice's attention in order to have more of his extremely valuable time.
She let him work his mouth on her clit and relaxed through it more thoroughly. It took some time, but he eventually began helping Na have the orgasms that she had never experienced with others before. She mewled with pleasure; as Maurice brought her up and over the crest of her fifth distinct orgasm that day, she began weeping in relief and overwrought release. Maurice kissed his way up Na's body, pecked gently at her tear-covered face, then went back down on her, adding his fingers to his ministrations.
More orgasms later, the towering, handsome black man came back up to kiss Na's lips, and held and stroked her gently. She grabbed his cock; it was already fully erect, obscenely large. It was enough to renew her fears for a moment, but natural selection and her retrospective thoughts about herself and Maurice returned her to arousal, arousal which was building with all her lover was doing that day. Then, she rememberd her dildo, the big one she had brought.
Na used the dildo on herself; Maurice said, "Let me just see what you like, what you do for yourself." He stood back off the bed, big body beautiful and obscene erection raging, and watched her as she stroked the head of her big black dildo against her labia and clit, watched as she slowly began to work it in. She thought at first that it would take her longer than the usual five minutes to bring herself to orgasm; she had never alowed herself to be watched doing this before. Certainly she had been interested in hiding her new dildo use from her husband.
As he began to see her face react to the pleasure she was allowing herself, Maurice felt great affection and tenderness for Na. He liked looking at her fine, strong body as it began to work for its time, and imagined with great anticipation how it would look when her body was wrapped around his. His eyes soon returned to her face, though, and its expressions of fearful but primeval pleasure. Na noticed his eyes looking straight at hers; she saw him looking inside her heart. She returned his gaze and kept it; thirty seconds later, she was having the best orgasm of her life.
The next dozen became the new best orgasm of Na's life. First there were two more that she had with the dildo, with the addition of Maurice's huge, gentle hands caressing and stroking ber body as she violated herself, and finally his fingertips on her clitoris, wiggling away as she came again. Then, even though she spoke decent English, there were no words needed; Maurice moved to lay back on the bed, and Na held and stroked the shaft of his ragingly hard penis with both palms, kissed, bit and sucked on his massive cock head as he lay back. Here is a real man, my man, apart from all other men. The rapturous thoughts came to her even before she began stroking the lube on him and taking his body with hers.
This entire first sex happened with Maurice remaining on his back, with Na torturously and sometimes painfully dropping her pussy over his penis, with his athletic Chinese lover slowly bringing herself to one profound, rich orgasm after another...
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